smithclay/nortonstories huggingface dataset:
Year: 1865

One of the old lights of New Eng
land life has gone out. She was neal
eighty years of age when she died q
maiden still and had always lived on
the paternal acres, at Newburyport,
Mass, though born in Vermont. Miss
Gould was the light of the social cir.
Gle where she lived, attracting the
best society, and many eminent men
and women of the country. She was
ranked as first among the poets of her
sex, and in the second class as a gen.
eral poet. Of late years she has writ
ten but little. She has published three
or four volumes. Her virtue was as
great as her talent, which drew so ma.
ny lights. She was known for her
high-toned morality; sterling, pure
and healthy; of the New England
type, but its better quality. Her great
characteristic was her sarcasm and
wit, which were Of the most polished
kind. 1t was her element to be play
full, while at the same time, with an
unusual clearness of intellect, and
careful cultivation, she became the
me- Hess foe of all immortality. In
her poems she never fully embodied
what was so trenchant in her life. But
the chief light of that old mansion is
gone out. In our earlier days we used
to gaze with a sort of childish venera-
ton upon its brick walls, covered with
the deep green fringes Of an English
woodbine, as if it contained superior
being, for Miss Gould's poems had fix.
ed their impress upon our young mind
as those of no other writer had done.
Year: 1865

When the pale October moonlight


Falls asiant spon the floor,
And the wasted gold of autumn


Drifts in at the open door
Shall weep because the summers past,
And sweet June is no more,


Upon the upland hills.
And the ruined leaves have built q bridge
Across the gliding rills-
And no songster breaks the silence


OF the sombre autumn stills
Shall my heart grow sad and heavy


That the long bright hours are fed Z
That the sunset skies no longer


Burn with summers feryid red
That the springs young buds of promise,
And of hope, lie cold and dead
No, waste not tears SO vainly--s .
Tears to me are precious things:
Those who drop them lightly never feel
How deep my sorrow stings-
Nor can they know the gladness


My new summer always brings. aa.
And from out this cloudy valley. t
Where there's more Of shade than sun,
Where the bright days set in darkness
Almost ere they are begun
am looking, always looking,


To the end when all is DONE
am looking to the shelter -.........
Of the city built on high,
Beyond the silver lamps that light


The purple midnight sky ..
Where there's sweet eternal summer,
And our loved ones never die. ...
Year: 1865

An association has been formed in
Indiana for the purpose Of introducing
the Cashmere goat into this country.
Sixteen of these animals have already
been imported under the auspices Of
the society.
Year: 1865

will be charged for any article on our list. and
this sum the purchaser need not pay until he
kno'cs ,chat he is 10 get! This plan accords with
the method recently become so popular for
disposing of large stocks of Jewelry and SINH
lar productions.
Year: 1865

and therefore greatly superior to the goods


imported from abroad and hawked about as
the cheapest ever sold. The simple duty on
imported goods, and the high premium on Gold
(all foreign bills are payable in gold amount
to more than the entire cost of many of the
articles afforded by US to the public. To fa-
cilitate the sale
Year: 1865

We, the people Of the United States
have power in the process OF crea
ton, whose effects upon our destiny
we have no means, accurately, to cal
culate. The years which have pass
ed since this war began, and the time
that will pass before it is concluded,
are calling into existence, and cOnsoli
dating into an order, a body OF men
unfit for the purposes OF civil life, in


disposed to industrial avocations, and
which can only be kept from being
actively noxious at home, by permit.
ting it to bo offensive abroad. The
ablest OF the apostles of our philan-
thropy at once the most sagacious
and the most fanatical-did not hiss
tate to inform us that we we're crea =
ting a world of the seeds Of domestic
troubles and distractions in the army
which We are calling into existence.
They found for it a compensation in


the glorious work which was to be
done in breaking up the domestic re-
lations OF the people Of the in3arrec-
tionary communities, whether in real


ity the compensation will prove ade-
quat to meet all the resulting dsa l.
vantageS, is a question which must
remain to be solved by future gener


ations. They decided ono way, but
time and the Course of even,s may,
and probably will, decide another. =
Ootempoary decisions are seldom f.
nal; and in proportion TO the passions
by which they were prompted will b.
the brevity OF the period necessary to
demonstrate their incorrectness.


Whether the time between now
aud the day when our armies will no
more be used TO prosecute operations
against the South, is short or long,
one thing is certain; that it will soon.
or or later come to an end. What
ever may be the particular political
status 10 which it will cease, another
thing is certain; that it will bring ex.
hsustion. We shall have presented
to us the dreary alternative: to dis
band it and suffer the unpleasant So
cial consequences which the diSper-
sion of its elements will inevitably
produce, or to continue it and suffer
the equally unpleasant and equally
inevitable political Consequences
Nor will the materials of the army
be entirely passive upon the question
of its disposal. 1t will have TIE dis.
position TO take the question of ite
destiny into its own hands; nor will il
waut the meaps to do 50 az long %
Year: 1865

Desolate Desolate Des5late


For companions but Want and Despair,
With a want in my soul that is born Of hato,


And cry tina; is not pr aver.
Yet hear ne, oh, hear me, God
d Mark in pity the tears hat fall
Were the rich drops Of the SRviour's blood


Not shed for the veal of ala
Husband and children gone


Dead on the field of strife;
And wander che streets in woe alone.


A ehildless mothe IA widowed wife.
No home for my weary feet


No spot whore to lay my head;
| would could sink to tho icy street,


And the morning ght find mo dead
The snow falls fast and light,


And merry sleigh bells ring;
There are young faces and glances bright,


lark how they laugh and sing.
They know not of want or care,


And their hearts arc as light as tho snow;
No walls sweep to them from he plains a(ar,


Where the brayean d the lie low.
Sleep, my brave boz, sleep, sleep,


Tho on music of sweet Ginning bells,
Oer the plain where they laid thee to rest,


The pulse Of the night and morn swells.
And oh, may boar through the world
A heart from all bittern ess free,
Till sorrOws arc ended in peace,


And God reunites me to thee.
Year: 1865




We ARE AT PKkcK.-Now that the rebellion Is
subdued, our people should try and get out of the
habit ofdenouncing the South. The Southern peo-
pie not aliens but feow-citizens, and the feel
ing of hostility should be shaken off and one of
Brotherhood cultivated in its place This is essen
tial to the harmony and future prosperity of the
country. Now that slavery is abolished, sectional
feeling has not a prete1t for indulgence and We
ought all to be interested and rejoice in everything
tending to the prosperity and welfare OF conn.
trymen at the South. If the radical papers and
politicians continue their abuse at least lot others
forbear The radicals werenever Unionists at heart
and will always and rant ifnot allowed to prey
at will upon the section which they so foolishly and
insanely hate. Speaking of their attacks, the Au-
gusta Ga.) Chronicle patriotically cautions tho
Southern people not to be mslead or provoked by
them or to suppose that they represent in any
degree the feeling of the national executive. The
Norfolk VA Post repeats and approves this advice
and says "Banish unjust suspicious of everybody
and everything believe in better times coming and
hope for better times be assured that it is alike the
duty the interest and the intention Of the Govern
ment to promote the welfare aud happiness Of the
people; be faithful in the performance of your own
duty to the Government and leave resplts in the
hands of Providence" Thus IA the true spirit dis
played ia the South. Shall 1t not be recprocated
among us2--BostoE Cowier. s.ii n fa
I
Year: 1865

The DlsTANcE.-A gentleman who came up
the Missouri river this summer informs the
editor of the Walla Walla Statesman that
steamboat men estimate the distance from
st. Louis to Benton as being over 1000 miles,
although it is put down on the maps as some
thing like $500 miles that the navigation
of the upper portion of the river will have to
be matter of special study and reduced to
a science, to render it successful--the great
obstacles consisting in the frequent shifting
of the channel, snags and sawyers there are
but few pilots who understand the naviga-
tion of the upper part of the river.n
Year: 1865

"On Eagles wings immortal scandals fly


While virtuous actions are but born to die" -


have always heard it said that this busy,
meddling, tattling, g,wonder-hunting, pestilent,
scandalous spirit was particularly apt to in
fest small towns and little villages with OBJ
stinate peryersity and virulent pertinacity,
maguifying all the evil they meet with, AID
belittling all the good, numbering reputa-
tions and destroying confidence and raising
wonderful dust about nothing.


How much wiser and better every one would
be if they would only mind their own business
and let that of others alone: follow the ex-
ample of the farmer who confines himself to
the cultivation of his own enclosures, and
finds work enough in eradicating the weeds
from his own fields without intermeddling
with those Of his neighbors.


The question here arises to my mind, does
not this same tattling, gossiping and SANDER
ous spirit also infest large towns as we'll for
instance Idaho. think it does most terrif-
callyI


Why is it we cam OF have more charity
and view the slight impertections and even
the larger ones of our neighbors with more
leniency?


We should remember there are none of us
perfect,-your Bible teaches you this. Christ
says, 1--WE shonld first cast the bean out of
our own eye and then shall we see clearly to
cast the mote out of our broth9r's eye.


And again, do you not rem9mber the poor
woman who was brought to Christ trembling
with fear and awe that SO pure, SO just and
holy Being was to judge her? Christ turn
ed to the Pharisees and said He that is with
out sin let him cast the first stone."


Here is an example for us-the Saviour of
the world set it. He that was pure and holy
aud knew no guile.


Let all remember there are none of us
PERFECT. Let US cast the mantle ofeharity
over the slight imperfectons and faults we
may see in others. And remember this was
an example taught US by God himself. K.
Year: 1865

WELL NAMED.-The new military post at
Surprise Valley has been named Fort Bidwell,
in honor of the commander of the Fifth Brig
ade, California Militia and Congressman elect
from the Northern District of that State
[Owyhee Avalanche.
Year: 1865

bottle Of cyanide Of potassium, which had
been intended for chronological purposes,
broken, and partially introduced into the
wound in the neck from which the tiger had
sucked the blood of his victim. While i'm
bibing the life blood of the buffalo the IL
ger had also received one of the most
deadly poisons known, which in the course
Of a very short time had produced its usual
fatal result The position Of the two ami
mails and of the deadly bottle left no room
for doubling that such had been the case


On ascending the tree in such hot haste the
poison bottle and other little matters were
dropped, and during the struggle between
the animals the former was broken, and
perhaps even cut its way into the jugular Of
the buffalo thus probably assisting in the
death of the latter, as well as proving SO
fatally destructive to the tiger. On the APP
pearance Of dawn they discovered small
wasp's nest hanging in the tree. Later in
the day they had the satisfaction of super
intending the skinning of the tiger, and
distributing the meat to the villagers, some
of whom regarded it as particularly
strengthening food. The absence of bullet
holes rendered the skin valuable one.
Year: 1865

The REFonERs.- principle that man
is directly accountable to Con, and to Him
only, for his personal religious belief, lies
at the foundation of all the acts of the Re
formers They felt that in spiritual things
Christ is entitled to paramount obedience.
They sacrificed reputation, comfort, proper
ty, and even life itself, in support of their
convictions. They denied the authority of
the Government to impose on them creed
at variance with their conscientious inter
probation of Scripture. But they never
saw the corrective truth, that whatever is
not within the jurisdiction of Government
with any responsibility. If there is no du
ty on the one hand, there can be no objec-
ton on the other.
Year: 1865

OLD MAIDs-Should girl be modest,
quiet, unobtrusive, adding neatness and or
der to long line of home virtues the ac-
tive auxiliary of her mother, and the guar
dian angel Of her younger brothers and
sisters ; the stinted praise IS allowed her OF
being a good girl, but old maidish." Beau
ty she may possess and mind whose rare
endoWments render her alike the ornament
and honor of her race heart whose un-
selfish love takes in the interest Of others
before her own yet as her more thought
less sisters grow up around her, commit
ting their children to her kind and prudent
management, the whispers grow louder on
every side that she is fast becoming an old
maid. While thoughtless folly dances, she
may reflect, while others beauty is par
AIDED in gaslight and ballroom before an
admiring multitude, hers may deepen III a
solitude made radiant by noble deeds ;-while
others lean for support on those around
them, she may rest on the strength of her
own mighty spirit, made such perhaps by
the reflex wave Of the worlds selfishness,
which has left her lonely on the cold sands
of its own forgetfulness. Nay, the very
virtues of her character are turned against
her and the meek patience, the self for
getfullness, the reasonableneSs OF her lite,
have singled her out for censure, and by
this time she is quite an old maid


Now turn the tapestry. Let sweet
eighteen be selfish, tickle, foolish let her
father, brother, home, be all forgotten in
the world let household duties be neglec-
ted for works as trifing as to weave the
spiders web let common sense and words
of wisdom be exchanged for fashionable
nonsense and bright bloom of early beauty
be worn out by late hours and broken
spirits-why, she is charming girl, a
splendid creature. and will soon, doubt
less, be placed in the situation which her
education SO prominently fits her to main
tain-the head of household, when she
may send for her sister, the old maid, 10
put the practical part into execution, while
she frets, reads novels, and dresses still,
the fortunate belle of last season.
Year: 1865

south, from the east to the west, through
their whole length and breadth, Petroleum is
found or is contiguous. ID Petroleum from
the rocks, and bitumen from the coal, are
identical in all their sensible properties and
in their chemical composition and relations
Sd. All the coal found east of certain
point or place in the Allegheny mounta MS,
where the stratified rocks show evidence of
violent displacement or upheaval is Anthra
cite coal, or coal which has parted with its
| Petroleum by the action of excessive heat.
! In the vicinity of the Anthracite coal
measures, no Petroleum is found If the
views here glanced at are correct, then,
through ages back Petroleum has been dis
titled from Btumnous coal in natures great
! alembic, and gathering i'll cliffs and assures
of rock has finally been conducted to the
surface in seams made by the strata which
often crop out at great distances from the
coal itself


But there are other views in respect to the
origin and source of Petroleum. One, very
plausible, may be seen in late number of
Harper's Magazine, which is founded upon
the assumption that the localities where the
oil is now met with, were once the shores
of vast inland sea which were covered
for long, long ages, with a rank gigantic
growth of sea grass, and that these shores
by some great natural convulsion, were
Il, ;ol Al
cumbent mass of sand and rock, and that
the vegetable growth, subjected to a natur-
al ferment, and distllation, became the or
igin Of the oil.


There are even other opinions-upon this
point naturalists are not agreed and it is
quite probable that the truth is yet to be
made known


But however we may reason upon this
matter, Petroleum is an undisputed fact
1t is now adding much to the comfort,
wealth, and prosperity of the age--it is
coming money, engaging the attention of
business men and the hopes of specula-
tors, and enlisting as much effort as iron,
coal, cotton, or gold Whatever adds to
the comfort Of the masses, is step in their
advancement and the humble, simple, in
significant match, and the more pretentious
Kerosene lamp, mark their own period, and
shed their own light upon the civilization
of our race.


Has it ever entered the brains of our
wise ones that Petroleum may be found in
our own neighborhood? There are two
facts which it were wise to study One is
that we are in the vicinity of Bituminous
coal, and another is that our geological
formation resembles, if it is not precisely


that, Of oil producing sections 1t is just
possible that we are too far east and yet we
are not in the Anthracite region, and we
shall do ourselves no harm to look about
us. We have no great faith in witch-hazel
but we have an undoubted one in oBsERvA-
TIoN.
Year: 1865

One evening about an hour after the sun
had gone downs couple Of S tout men dress
ed in soilcd rebel uniforms, and each holding
in his hand good Austrian rifle, raped at
the door of small frame building near the
c. road in Virginia.


The knock was answered by an old wo-
men whose face was almost concealed by
the tangled masses Of her grey, uncombed
hair


and what may ye want heah ?" she eX-
claimed, as her deep-set eyes flashed upon
the two men. al haven't the smallest bit
of Johnny-cakc to offer ye, for it was all"


No, no." interrupted one of the soldiers,
we don't want anything to eat but we
want you to tell us, and that i'll quick time,
too, whether or not you've seen a slight,
but strong looking slip of man go by here
of late ?"


Dressed in blue and carrying a double
barreled rife" added the other.


"Iey hey !" cried the hag, lifting her
hands, and speaking in a sharp, angry
voice, " If yc hadn't interrupted me reck-
on you'd heard me speak of him before
now, as that was the very man who came
here and bought all my cakes 1t was
about two hours ago, and"


(Which way did he go after he left you?"
inquired both men, eagerly.


Before | answer that question you must
tell me who he is" said the old woman,
with the curiosity natural to her sex.


Hes celebrated Union scout whom we
call the Federal Chameleon because he
changes his uniform 50 often Sometimes
it is blue, at other times gray, and he has
even been seen wearing the disguise of an
old farmer. He has snot more of our men
than is at all pleasant, and we have row
ING commission from our colonel to go on a
hunt after him and capture him, if we can,
either dead or alive. And now as we have
replied to YOU" continued the speaker a
little impatiently, eve demand that you
answer or question, and"
Demand !" interrupted the hag in shrill,
piercing tones ais that the proper way
to speak to a woman, and an old woman at
that ?"


"Come, come, answer us if you please,
cried the soldier in milder tone a meant
no harm-it is my way of speaking"


"Well, perhaps | may forgive you and
perhaps not" said the old woman, shaking
her head.


Glow far is your camp from here ?"


"What is that to You? What has thai
to do"


"There you go again with your accurset
incivility !" shrieked the hag, fiercely; ''bu
you shall answer my question before yor
you get single word out of me. Now
then, how far is your camp from here, anC
how many men have you in and around it
intend TO carry your fellows some corn
cakes, dye see, and | want to know thu
number of mouths that | will have to cool
for.p
Year: 1865

DoN'r LIKE HIS LooKs-A Sheriff was once
sent to execute a writ against a Quaker.
On arriving at his house, he saw the Qua
kers wife, who in reply to the inquiry
whether her husband was at home, said he
was at the same time she requested him
to be seated, and her husband would speed
lily see him The officer waited patiently
for some time, when the fair QuakercsS
coming into the room, he reminded her Of
her promise that he might see her husband.


NAY, friend, promised that he would
see thee He has seen thee ! He did not
like thy looks, therefore he avoided thee,
and hath departed from the house by an
other path"
Year: 1865

BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
On woodland ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine hes:
look on the beauty round me,


And tears come into my eyes.
For the wind that swept the meadows
Blows out of the far Southwest
Where our gallant men are fighting,
And the gallant dead are at rest.
The golden rod is leaning,


And the purple aster waves
In breeze from the land of battles,
A breath from the land of graves.
Full fast the leaves are dropping
Before the wandering breath
AS fast, on the field of battle


Our brethren fell in death.
Beautiful over my pathway


The forest spoils are shed
They are spotting the grassy hillocks
With purple and gold and red.
Beautiful is the death-sleep


OF those who bravely fight,
In their country's holy quarrel,
And perish for the Right.
But who shall comfort the living,
The light of whose home is gone;
The bride that, early widowed,
Lives broken-hearted on;
The matron whose sons are lying
In graves on distant shore
The maiden, whose promised husband
Comes back from the war no more?
look on the peaceful dwellings
Whose windows glimmer in sight,
With crop and garden and orchard
That bask in the mellow light
And [ know that, when our couriers
With news of victory come,
They will bring bitter message
OF hopeless grief to some.
Again turn to the woodlands,
And shudder as / see
The mock-grape's blood red banner
Hung ont ON the cedar tree;
And | think of days Of slaughter,
And the night-sky red with flames.
On the Chattahoochee' meadows,
And the wasted banks Of the James.
Oh, for the fresh spring
When the groves are in their prime ;
And far away in the future


Is the frosty autumn time!
Oh, for that better season,


When the pride of the foe shall yield
And the hosts Of God and Freedom
March back from the well-won field:
And the matron shall clasp her first born
With tears of joy and pride
And the SCARED and war-worn lover
Shall claim his promised bride!
The leaves are swept from the branches
But the living buds are there,
With folded flowers and foliage,
To sprout in a kinder air.
ctober, 1864.
Year: 1865

The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to "A wordless prayer
The dreams of love and truth.
The longings after something lost,
The spirits yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes,
These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid
A brother in his need,
The kindly word in griefs dark hour
That proves the friend indeed.
The plea for mercy, softly breathed,
When justice threatens high
The sorrow Of a contrite heart


These things shall never die
The memory of a clasping hand,


The pressure of kiss,
And all the trifes, sweet and frail,


That make up loves first bliss.
1t was firm unchanging faith


And holy trust and high,
Those hands have clasped; those lips have met
These things shall never die
The cruel and the bitter word


That wounded as it fell :
The chilling want of sympathy,


We feel but never tell.
The hard repulse that chills the heart
Whose hopes are bounding high,
In an unfading record kept,


These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass, for every hand


Must find some work to do
Lose not a chance TO waken love
Be firm, and Just and true,
SO shall light that cannot fade, .!.
Beam on thee from on high,
And angel voices say to thee,


These things shall never die.