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The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1890-02-13
n BOCKMULT VALLEY

hr Harr vase, schun VIE long,
10 nit Pencil un Babier,
.bt S Liedli un Gesong.
Barge ulh uns rum sin hooch.
5 Dahlie isch so eng,
hufa hinnenonner noch-
[ntsvet war s schun tsu eng.
5sye Fraw, die is so dick,
ich bin g'wiss, net din
!, 5 nayenonner uff de Brick,
"A Anes schun unna drin.
,ie die Glacher in der Ket,
: cate s in Bockmult Dial
vo mer nayenonner wott--
ID eng war s ivverall.
re drawga oil g'peggde Schu-
DIR Schuster konn net nahe
,r lawfa grawd dem Himmel zu-
Ng konn sich net rum drahe.
Wosser loft-ware vase we welt?
.Dr Wage loft Bargnuff
won der Buck der Shimmel ride,
Huckd Yuckel hinnadruff.
|re blonza nix os Tswivyela do,
| In die oil in e Roy (;
|ge con ken Weatza bowera do,
| Ea Hawer un kr Hoy.
fg kocha nix os Noodla do
| Far Dumpknepp wares tsu eng
kkumpt olles uff' die Bradeing aw
| In gornix uff die Lang.
|. Hous schtate longweise ivver'm
Bach
| Inns Wosser loft Barick-nunner
b Hiltzner Hona uff IN Doch
|Gmyed Raga, Blitz, un Dunner.
B von's e'mol Dol Middawg is,
Don gookt mer in die He,
D schind die helling dorich en- riss,
| So bis on Uhra-tswa.
Don gate die Sun schunt unnersich,
Die Schodda warra long;
be Hinkle warra schlaferich
In hucka uff der Schtong.
b Fier Uhr isch's schun hooch-Bet-
Die Schtalna sin oil hous; [tzeit,
!. Schpinrawd dood meruffen Side,
Tn S Lichtlie mocht mer Gus.
Lr leagt sich he un schlummert eli,
Bakimmert sich um nix
ler hard ken Larm un ken Geschrey
Os Nochteil, FuX, un Kirk.
ler saned die Sun, aw Morgets net,
So bis on Uhre-nine;
lie word bis mere sin ous'm bed,
No fongt sic aw zu schema.
Ter hen schun ordlich Kinner g'hot,
Tn die sin oil fun Hame,
q mser gonse Nochberschoft
Is Fogel, Fux, un Bame.
Ter saned ken bustles III dem Dahl
Unsunscht ke' Northumberland
ar SO Gepulschter war'szu schmall,
Far Pulbacks wars schiermond.
10 gleicha die Pohawna S net
Ear waga era Schwentz
'onen der Schwontz do schtella woi
Don mist are uff die Fens.
b sanscht ken brader Hossalotz
In oil dem enga Dahl
fe hut fun End zu End ken Blotz,
Sware ivverall tsu schmall.
le Weibsleit schlafa's net i'm Dreck,
Gapulschter hen sc kens
le Monsleit drawga blooa Reck
lit gschpitzta schwolma-schwentz
eS Dhall wor net far Broadgago
far sci wars gons tsu eng g'mocht
Wart olles noch der brading ga
Tn gorniX noch der Lang. [mocht
! Nellie gade won's Wosser hut,
Un's Rawd gade longsum rum,
MS Ledlie, des fongt aw, Och Gut
Nos is der Mensch so dunn I"
er Miller schloft won's Nellie gade,
Won S net gade, schloft are aw;
lWon'saw gadeun won's aw schtatC
30 tzonket duch 81 Fraw.
ISL monichmohl so schtump-un
90 gwiss os ich chr sawg, [schtil
CT hardt ebmohls der Wipperwill
IONS free i'm Nochmidawg.
isch's wo Nochteil, Haws, un Fu1
Lnonner larna kenna;
9isch's wo Nochteil, Haws, un FuS
funonner Obschied nemma.
coomed ken Peddler in des DIAL
Us usht der aavich Yut;
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Den fnt mer don boil ivverall-
Gate aavich net cabut.

hhtA itiA hth Nfttu III Nit ttuIhNs
Far Gentle-leit tsu shtala;
De Arlickeit tzeeked nix os Blanks
Wan Dawg-deeb s Geld ferdahle.
De reicba Deeb de gahna fry,
Trotz' Trial, Proof un Sentence;
De orme, in de Bresend nj,
Un des is-Mdependencei
Der Tox-mon dare coomed dri-mohls
I'm fuddered uns de Toxa; [Yohr
Der Kondadawt coomed hinna-noch
Un shtricheled uns de Oxel.
In Bocllmult Valley wohne mere,
I'm knoocha unser Dake;
I'm ollas sunsht, des doona mere
Ols-nuch der olte Wake.
SO we Sc OILS far olders hen
De olde Bockmult Lett
So we Sc hunnert Yohr shunt hen,
SO doona mere much heit.
Mer essa won mer hungcrich sin
I'm drinka far der Dorsht:
Mer shtuppa won mer fardich sin
I'm frooge net "was kusht's"
Der Mawga is far Maisch-keit
I'm net for Soweiy,
Tn hi uns olda Bockmult-loit
Is aw ken Brewery.
Mere shtomma oil fun Adam hare
I'm fun der Afie aw-
OF course, Ich denk de Atie wore
Am Ad. 81 arshte Fraw.
De Schlong de hut de Afe fer shift
De Afe hut era Nom;
Des con mer lasa in der Shrift,
Wgr's lasa will un con.
Mere wissa dos de Ardt shtill schtate
Is flat un gornet rund;
Tn dos de Sun gons drum-rum gado
In fer-un-tswonzig schtund.
Aweck nit Ductershtuft un Law
Won amer ebbes schpcert,
Don gade are tsu der Ducter- Fraw
I'm wart NIT Huns-Fett z 'schmiert.
Ouch nemt mer ne kens innerlich,
Sunscht saint mer Elfadritcha,
I'm drawmed an gonser Moonet nix
Os louder Humid un Bitcha.
I'm won mer un-g'fare Uypo' hut
De holb-ferhete klawgie,
Don gade mer-won mer Glawa hut,
I'm lust sich Wohrheit sawge.
I'm won ich in de Law mist-deef,
Far mich Gus druvvel schnitzla--
Tzum bischpeel, far an Shada- breef,
Geb mere der Billy Bixler.
Es is en- Hex i'm Bockmult Dahl,
SO runslich, grum, un din,
Os we an darre Boona-shawl,
Odder'n olde Keshta-rin.
SO oldt we oldt Mathusalem-
SO schwartz os shonshta-roose;
Sc coomcd Gus old Jerusalem,
Tn oil der wake tsu foose.
Ehr g'scheft des is don us-gashpielt
I'm Gowl un Fee hut ruh :;
Ouch won EN- Shtuflel Gibbs failed,
Don hut's de Hex ga-doo.
Mer maucha unser rechnung noch
EN- Wedder i'm Kollenner;
Mer maucha unser essa noch
Am howfa inn schtenner.
NIer hon tswa Bichcr in IN House
De Beevil un der Psalter;
Do lasa mere un singa rous,
SO we Sc hen far older.
Mer beed net Geld un Menscha aw-
nix os der lieve Gott
Do halte meer uns INNER draw,
We Ehr's bafola hut.
En- yader mind 81 Bisness do,
I'm maucht ken huddlery;
Er shoft, ferdeent, un greeket 81 loh
Lmbt arlich un ga-dri.
SO long os schmolts schmelst in del
I'm Freiheit fawna schwabt, Lponn
Sin mere far Jackson tsu ma NOM,
Yusht vile are olsnuch l@bt
SO long os Wasser lawft i'm Dahl,
I'm Wiskey Gus IN Schpicket,
SO gade mer y@erlch on der Poll
I'm vote de jackson Ticket
SO lava mere III Book multi Dahl,
Es vase ken mensch we long;
Tn won's aw is SO eng un schmal,
Bleibt olles shm i'm gong.
SO is my Leedle fartich now,
Uns Dahl is olsnuch eng;
$ coomed olles uf brading aw,
Tn gorniX uf' de leng.
in spite OF,
--.Alzu Rcnn~--
Sr. ELMO HOTEL, Nos. 3l7. q 81!
AUpu STRUET pUII'A,-RateS re.
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ST.. ELMO HOTEL, Nos. 3l7, Il 3l0
ARCH STREET, PHIL'A.-Rates re-
duced to So 90 per day. The travel
ing public will still find at this Hotel
the same liberal provision for their
comfort. Ii is located in the immedi"
ate centres of business and places of
amusement and the different Rail-
Road depots, as well. All parts of the
CITY, are daily accessible by Street
Cais constantly passing the door. 1t
offers special Inducements to those
visiting the city for business orp cas-
ure. Your patronage respectfully
solicited. Jos. NJ. Feger, Proprietor.
, 1890-07-18

Sister Robbins lay upon her sick bed
watching the clock, the slant of the sun
beams and occasionally talking to her
Polly-a wise looking gray parrot with
ghttering eyes n brilliant scarlet tail.
1t would be better, perhaps, to say that
she replied to Polly. for the parrot was
by far the most laxative.
There came a rap at the door of the
room. "Whoai' said Polly. Come in"
said Sister Robbins.
The visitor entered and proved to be
the Methodist minister. Polly crept up
to Mrs. Robbins and cuddled close up TO
the lady's neck, laying her gray pate
close beside her mistress cheek. After
some conversation the minister proposed
to Sister Robbins that they have "a
season of prayer" and accordingly knelt
by her bedside and with closed eyes and
devout voice began to pray.
Polly's eyes glittered more than ever.
She crept unnoticed from her place of
refuge and with slow lifted claws and
noiseless step over the white counter
pane went close to the unconscious min
lister. She scanned him meditatively,
and then when her head was so near his
that you would have thought his ear was
in danger of being shipped off, she sud-
denly cried out in the clearest tones:
"What in the world are you doingY"
Sister Robbins finds it hard to con-
vince the minister that they have family
prayers. He says Polly's evidence is
against her.-Wide Awake.
, 1890-07-18
French Idea. of newardlnr Merit.

/ should like TO answer a question
which l am constantly being asked;
How is it that the French, who are
such admirers of pluck, adventure, the
advancement of science, etc, not only do
not honize Stanley, but even give him
the cold shoulder" Far be it from me
to reply that the French do not recognize
the great feats of this great explorer;
but they are a sentimental people, and
when they see a man of this kind make,
financially, a good thing out of his ex-
PLOTS they consider that he has his re-
ward, and they cannot be mada to see
where the bands of music and hsA way
ing come in. If Cincinnatus had been II
Frenchman he would be n saint in the
eyes of the French; but a Wolseley in
enjoyment of gold and title would never
be considered to need niche or pedestal
in addition.
If NJ. Pasteur had charged a guinea
every time he inoculated a patient no
body would have objected; nay, it
would have been thought quite right
and natural; bnt he would not have
been regarded as entitled TO hero wor-
ship. 1t is because NJ. Pasteur is known
never to have taken n cent for himself
from his patients that he is idolized by
his countrymen. They admire in him a
benefactor of the human race. and ii
fiatters their pride TO claim him MS a
product of French soil. Call this senti-
mentality II you will, l am neither com
mending nor condemning it, but stating
the plain fact.-Max O'Rell in Washing
ton Star.
, 1890-07-18

The SORROWS of childhood are real
enough while they last. Happily, how
ever, they are not only brief, but often SO
much on the surface hat even the suf-
ferer hardly knows what they are about.
A small girl ran to her mother the
other day, sobbing as if her heart would
break, and burying her head in her lap
cried out that she would never, never
play with her sister Emeline again.
Why, my child, what has Emeline
done?' the mother asked.
"Oh, mamma, she has said something
that has just hruken my heart. ;" the child
declared, sobbing yet more violently.
What was ity"
The childpaused a moment in the midst
of her wild weeping as if trying to think;
Their her tears burst forth afresh.
"Oh. mamma" she cried, Il can't re-
member what it was, but it was so cruel
that she has broken my heart."-Youth's
Companion.
, 1890-07-18

Senator Jones, Of Nevada, was twitted
by Senator Mcpherson, of New Jersey,
in the course of his silver speech with
the fact that the silver dollars were only
worth seventy-two cents. OF course 1t
reminded him of a little story"
81 recollect," said he, talking on
this subject onco with some senators in
the cloak room. During the converse.
ton one of the senate pages brought me
n telegram, on which he said the tele-
graph messenger had told him there
were fifty cents due. l gave the page a
silver dollar and said to him:
81 have been informed by some very
respectable and intellectual gentlemen
in here, some of them candidates for the
presidency even, that this dollar is worth
only seventy-fve cents. l do not want
to cheat a little boy. Take this out, and
If the boy thinks it is worth only seventy
five cents he can send me back twenty
five cents, and if he thinks it is worth a
dollar he can send me back fifty cents.
1 will leave it to him.
1.-THE page brought back fifty cents
and said the telegraph boy teld him he
did not know what those old buffers in
there might say, but it was as good a
dollar as he wanted and was very hard
to get."-Cor. New York Tribune.
, 1890-07-18

R. NJ. Grant, of New York, has just
completed n trip through Central Amer
lea. He states that a new and strange
disease is creating alarm in the southern
countries.
This disease" he said, sis more fatal
than yellow fever. II is called the black
fever in some countries, and it will do
more injury to n person in one day than
would yellew fever in two weeks. 1t
has played havoc in Honduras md in the
southern part of Central America. A
hospital which has just been erected
near the proposed line of the Nicaragua
canal has some 200 victims. One half of
them will probably die. The black fever
comes almost as suddenly as a stroke of
lightning and there is no relief. If you
attempted to get out of the country You
would not survive and you must remain
quiet and take your chances. The first
symptoms are burning sensations and
before you have been afflicted two hours
you feel as if you were being roasted
alive at the stake. Unless the black fever
disappears from that country or u cure is
found for it the loss of life will be ap-
palling. Chicago Tribune.
, 1890-07-18
A Memory from tho Plains.

l saw n girlish looking woman holding
her husbands arm as both stood enjoy
ing the gorgeous spectacle on the plat
form in the Madison Square garden the
other night. l could not help conjectur-
ing what n flood of memories would have
risen to her mind had some one rushed
into the amphitheatre and shouted the
single word ''Injunsr" The couple were
an army officer and his wife, and. though
you may not all know it, that means that
more than once he has been pledged to
shoot her at an instant's notice.
L. is the rule-the humanelaw-on our
plains hat when the savages are ON the
warpath and n husband and wife are
travelling in their country the husband
shall kill the wife the moment it be-
comes evident that she must otherwise
fall into the hands of the redskins. Ter
rible as it is to think Of staying your
wife (and only fancy what noble women
those wives out there must be- no man
would hesitate If he knew that by doing
so he could save her from indignities
that make death at M a trife and a
joy.
Fancy the situation-if you can put
yourself in such n place. As you ride
through the wilderness, perhaps with "a
guard of cavalry or only as part of u
wagon train. the declaration of war
comes with n rattle Of rifle shots from
some rocks or grove ahead. Every spur
is pressed home, every horse leaps for
ward, every gun is seen to, and-your
wife rcins in beside you and says: Now,
remember! rely ON you"
After that one would imagine a ballet
in New York would seem quite tame
Chatter.
, 1890-07-18

a one Eyed Aeronaut In Europe.
1t is possible that some of your readers
have heard of, If they have not seen,
Professor Bartholomew, the %aeronaut.
He is quite a character; gangling, awk-
ward, rural, but fearless as a lion and as
sharp as a tack, he halls from Burr Oak,
Mich. Bartholomew accompanied the
baseball aggregation on its tour around
the world, and here and there he gave
balloon ascensions that excited even
more curiosity than did the perform
ances of the opponents of our national
game. Bartholomew has the misfor-
tune to be a n eyed man, but the mis-
fortune does not occasion him much re-
morse; it would be hard to find a more
cheerful person than he. In Rome he
came up to Mr.. Lynch, the manager of
the excursion party. and said; Leigh.
could you lend me 1907
why, l suppose so" said Lynch.
"Well l wish you could" said Bar
tholomew. at would be a great accom-
mediation. Glass eyes are so darned
cheap here that it seems as if / ought to
stock up on theml'
Bartholomew bought $50 worth of
glass eyes and he carried them around
with him in a baize bag; there were
about n peck of them, and they ratified
like 80 many marbles. They were not
all the same color, but Bartholomew
didn't mind IA small matter of that kind.
BE was too much of a hun. Jrist to
sickle at a detail of that character.
He said that when he wore n blue eye
he resembled his fathers side of the
family; a black evey made him took
more like his mothers folk.
One day Bartholomew was riding in a
hanson cab in London; the horse acted
badly and the driver dashed the brute
fercely. Whoever has ridden in a han
som cab knows how awkward it is. to
have the long lash of the drivers whip
dangling in ones eyes. Several times
Bartholomew ordered the driver to be
more careful in the use of his whip.
Reaching his destination, Bartholomew
quietly took put his glass eye, stepped
out of the cab upon the sidewalk, and
holding out the eye in his open hand he
said sternly to the cabman: Il warned
you repeatedly, yet see what you have
donel Wait here now, sir, until / have
summoned a policeman"
To the befuddled cabman there was an
awful reality in all this. He did not
wait for any further parley-oh, no, not
he. Lashing his horse into n gallop he
made off as fast rs ever he could. the
worst scared cabby in all the United
Kingdomi By this quiet ebullition of
humor the pilgrim from Burr Oak evaded
payment of a five shilling fare and
achieved deserved fame for having got
the better of a London cab driver
Eugene Fields Letter in Chicago Times.
, 1890-07-18

Hubert Herkomer, the lately elected
Royal Academician, whose picture the
Last Muster" has made him famous,
was at one time an "Ohio boy" although
born in Bavaria. His parents brought
him to Ohio when he was Q years old, but
they were not successful there and re-
turned later to England. There he was
uaturalized and went to Munich. From
Munich he returned again to England,
where he began to make comic cartoons.
He was employed for a time on The
London Graphic. His father was a wood
carver and his mother a music teacher.
New York World.
, 1890-07-18
The Telephone In washington.

Mr.. Blaine's experience with the tele-
phone has made the life of one of the
employees of the state department a hol-
low mockery for more than a week. He
lives in constant terror of the wrath to
come. Mr.. Blaine, it appears. was anx-
ious to communicate with the depart
ment from a distant part of the city.
He therefore called up his Office over the
telephone wire. Owing tosome electrical
defect, due doubtless to the weather, he
was unable to make himself thoroughly
understood. AS not ~infrequently hap
pens, he could hear with perfect dis
tinctness all that the man at the other
end of the wire was saying, while the
clerk struggled vainly to distinguish a
single syllable of what the secretary was
trying to pour into his ear. Finally the
clerk, annoyed by the trouble and delay,
said in an angry tone;
well, who are you, anyhow
Perhaps Mr.. Blaine spoke with more
emphasis or with greater attention to
articulation when he replied. Whatever
the cause, the first ineligible words
which found their way to the ear of the
angry clerk were those which said in re-
ply to his question:
my name is Blaine, and l happen to
be the secretary of state"
The shock which the clerk experienced
was severe, but it was nothing to the
lingering agony of doubt which followed
it, and which w now is harassing his
anxious mind. Mr.. Blaine has shown no
disposition to resent the unintentional
familiarity, and the incident will prob
ably drop into oblivion in n week or two.
Cor. New York Tribune.
, 1890-07-18

Electric burglar catching has re-
ceived an impetus in Paris at the
hands of an enterprising wine merchant
in the Rue Secretan, who has just land
ed his fifth man in the following way:
There is no concierge for his premises,
and he has had his store connected with
the room occupied by his walters by
means of an electric wire. When the
burglar enters the bell in the walters
room rings and the intruder is quietly
nabbed. The wine merchants expert
ment has been so successful that several
other traders in the vicinity have adopt
ed his modus operandi, and are now
yearning for a real live midnight ma
rauder" to come their way.-ENchange.
, 1890-07-18
Hughes, of all in Leavening Power-U. s. Govt Report, Aug. II, 1889
Roe! Bs,1Rg
ABSOLUTELY PURE
A Day.

A Memorable Day.
The trouhle came Just with the end Of the racket
Ono Fourth of July, as you'n presently learn.
Twas not a Topped finger, nor torn nor spoiled
Jacket:
1 escaped from all harm-save a very slight
burn.
But papa had provided q new siIken banner.
which swayed in the evening breeze, far out Of
reach,
And our guests were discoursing in happiest man
ner
When, 10, some one called upon me for a speech.
Oh, never did heart beat to time that was faster
Than mine as I stood there. not daring 10 heei
For I would far rather have faced grave disaster
Than make an Grafton quite extempore.
How should 1 begin' With my hands in my
pockets
My thoughts seemed to take a precipitous flight.
l but knew that above me the arrowy rockets
Left beautiful arches of jewel like light.
The words Fellow citizens doomed up sug-
gestive,
And somehow I managed the form to repeat,
And then from sheer fright at my voice l grew
FESTIVE
And felt / must suffer the shame OF defeat.
At last in the kitchen I heard ice a-shaking,
And instantly reused from ~discomfture's dream
To say. midst applause for the motion proved
taking
Il move that the speeches como after the
cream"
Jane Ellis Joy in ST. Nicholas.
, 1890-07-18

1t is told Of u good old fashioned par
son in one of the hill towns of western
Massachusetts thnt he gave the follow
ing advice to his son, who was about to
come TO New York to begin IA business
career: my son, of course 1t Is always
wicked to fight, and ms n Christian min
lister must warn you against it. But
Mt the came time If you should ever find
yourself in u fght-mind. l say, find
yourself III n fight, with no way out
always see that the right man is
whipped" But, father" replied the
lad, chow shall | know who is the right
mani" 1.-The other man, of course"
said the old gentleman. I'm every crisis
of life something must be taken for
granted, and in n fight you must always
assume that the other fellow deserves to
be thrashed." This advice, similar in
spirit to that given by Shakespeare, in
dicates that there may be a good deal of
nnregenerate human nature wen in a
quiet country parson.--New York Trib-
unp
, 1890-07-18


VERY foolish to cling to me. Sup
pose an accident were TO happen, where
would you be? Torn, trampled, crushed
under hurrying feet. Look at those
suniowers. They stand on their own
stems, they do, Catch them sticking
their saucy yellow heads between my
bars; not muchl like independence,
Ido.p
Thus spake the fire escape.
''How hard hearted you are!" muir
INJURED the vine, singing n tendHl low
ingly above the upper railing.
Il was born So" replied the fire es-
cape, grimly.
land how coldT' continued the vine.
MY nature growled the fire escape.
but love you" whispered the vine,
because you are so strong and so tall
and such a help to me When l was a
little thing, and a stranger in this street,
1 looked up and saw you, great and
dark, reaching almost to the sky. All!
you looked so terrible, and, if you will
nsrdon me. so ugly, that l was fright
ened at first, but then it was pleasant
and restful TO lean against your mighty
frame. l quite gave myself up to it,
and grew and grew, and budded and
blossomed, till, as you know, the passers-
by stop in amazement, saying. How
beautiful that fire escape looks!"
Still ours is not n suitable union"
persisted the fire escape. II have n
great mission to perform; l am here to
save human life. You should have cast
your lot in with some nice country cot
tage-not a coarse old tenement like me-"
Love goeth whittier it is sent, sighed
the vine meekly, and chung closer.
That night a woman with n babe at
her breast dropped a lighted lamp.
Flames darted here, there, everywhere,
hungrily, gloatingly. People madly flung
their poor possessions from the windows.
Engines ratified through the streets.
Brave men climbed the sturdy fire es-
cape, and carried children and women
down its iron sides. Splendid streams
Of water played upon the blazing build
ing. Morning dawned, pale and blue.
The fire escape stood tall and dark, but
the poor, pretty little vine lay lead at
its feet. a victim of misplaced affection.
Pearl Eytinge in Dramatic News.
, 1890-07-18

The first annual dinner of the London
Thirteen club was held at Anderton's
hotel, the present headquarters of the
club. The dinner was three times
thirteen minutes late, to enter the dining
room it was necessary to pass under a
ladder, the knives and forks were all
carefully crossed, there were six tables.
each with thirteen diners, ~and-quite by
accident, curiously enough-the number
of ladies' present was just thirteen. De-
spite all these numerically malign in
fluences a very enjoyable evening" was
spent.