Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1865-06-21
CLEARFlELD, PA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE q, 1865.

Ike the death-knell of civil liberty down
through the valleys, and up against the
hiIIsldes Of bleeding France, and the fiery
glare OF strife lit up the ghastly scenc, be-
fore the fierce fury of which, men like
Louis XVI and Bauharnois, and women
like Marie Autoinette and Madame Ro-
land, were writhibg, like leaves before
the volcanoes Eealed breath, into death
and eternity.
Onward swept %e mad delusion, till
France, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Euysa,
Austria, Prussia, Belgium, Germany, Swe-
den and England lay war-woln exhaus-
ed, discounted, and almost ruined, be-
meath the hand OF relentless strife, and
the weight Of woe, that followed the
fierce conflict. like the foamng wake Of a
tempest-driyen ship; and till the people,
tired of war and bloodshed, regorted to
the soft, soothing Influence Of DIPLOMACY
and REASON to guide them once more in
to tho fair folds Of prosperous peace, aud
thus again the mad spirit Of Discomfort
was deprived Of the food on which i, fos.
tered its life.
But, vampire like, it sppej the blood
Of riot and murder, ILL the low, sullou
mu:tering3, and tho sad, portenluous
means. which clme like tie walls of dy-
ing Peace from the dark, heaying, ogitat-
ed bosom Of the hideous storm-cioud, that
hung like pal! over our own happy land,
and the red, fiery fash of civil war stream
, ing out through our political Shy, and
darting down along the edge Of the dis
tan. horizon, called it ouce more to taste
the blood Of man, AID gov fat again on
/ the spoi,s Of war. But after long, weary
years Of bIoodshed, cruelty and wrong,
peace has returned, and oace more the
demon has been left to s!arve and die
And it has almost gone. Ii has faded like
an autumn leaf, and grown thin and foe
, Lle for want o. blood II mas divided the
, lean, emaciated skeleton Of its former
self " into six little parts, and each little
part has skuIked away into the dark cor
ners Of six Little hearts hidden in the
breasts OF six enormous piles Of degene:-
ate humanity, who Jtgn in Uns uo,l, ao"n,.
Of Cleartie,d county, where these six lit
tie parts are tutoring their last dying
groaus, and each crying for one more
drop Of blood drop Of human yitaii-
ty, that sc may gain strength to kick M
other kick, and then "Eick the bucket" j"
before The last elk hnights Of the Order
Of Beelzebub have gone and Icr. US, to
die in rotling sopulcLres Ayaunt, yo
| demons
Down down to hell,
And say l sent you there Z"
BEccARIA Twr., June 18TH 1865.
THE SHORTEST WAY. Some twelve years
ago, Napoleon, Indiana, was celebrated
! ior two things, ODc for the carousing
| prouensilies of its inhabitants, and the
other for the great number Of crossroads
! in its vicinity. It appears that IN Eastern
collector had stopped at Dayton 10 spend
/ the night, and get some information re-
specling hi. future course. During The
evening lie became acquainted with an
old droyer who appeared well posted as to
the geography OF the country, and the
collector thought he might as well inquire
in regard to different points 10 which be
vas destined.
II wish to 70 to Greenfield" said the
collector; nov which is the shortest
way %
"HEelI, SIR" said the droyor, "you had
better 50 to Napoleon aud take the road
leading nearly north"
The traveller noted il down.
"WeI, sir If | wish to so TO Eden
burg %
"rhen 60 to Napoleon and take the
road west"
"Well if wish to 20 to Vernon ?'
'Go to Napoleon aud take the road,
southwest"
cor to indianapolis % added the col
lector, ey eing the droyer closely, nd
thinking he was imposed upon and begin
ming to feel his mettle rise, he turned
once more to the drover TIL
Suppose, sir, | wanted to 60 to the
devil" ,
The drover never smiled, but scratched
his head, and after a moments hesitation
said:
"Well, my dear sir, don't know Of
any shorter road YOU could take than 60
to Napoleon. "-Ec.
Purity OF CHARACTER. Over the beauty
Of the plum and the apricot there grows
a bloom and beatty more exquisite lhan
= the fruit itself-a soft, delicate flush
spreads It's flushing cheek Now, if you
strike your hand oyer that, it is gone.
The flower that hangs in the morning in
pearled with dew arrayed as no quoenly
woman every was arrayed with jewels.
once shake itso that the beadsrol off, aud
YOU may sprinkle water over it rs you
please, yet it can never be again what it
, was when the dew fell silently on it from
heaven On frosty morning you may
see panes of glass covered with landscape,
noun aims, lakes, trees blended in beau
tiful picture. Now lay your hand upon