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Year: 1872




While our fine girls are bemoan-
ing the lack of young men and the
scarcity of beaux who are marriage
able and who mean marriage, there
is a class of young men whom they
do not recognize at all, vet who will
furnish to the next generation its
men of enterprise, Of power, of posi-
ton, and Of wealth. 1t is not the
sons of the rich who will, as rule
remain rich. The sons of the Door
will get rich; and these are to-day
drudging in offices, and counting
rooms, and store-houses, and ma
chine-shops, and printing establish
ments; the men, who in twenty-five
years, will control the nation social
ly, politically and financially. Every
man of them means to be married;
make excellent husbands; they are
all at work trying to win success.
They are men who would be easily
improved by recognition, and by
bringing them into good, intellect
society; yet they are as little noticed
as If they were so many dogs. Vir-
tuous young men from the country
come into the city, and live for years
without any society, and are regard
ed by the fashionable young women
with indifference or contempt: but
those young men have hold upon
the future, and when their success is
won, in whatever field of enterprise
it may be, the fashionabIes may be
glad to receive them as belonging
to their own number. We regret to
say, as rule the young men for whom
a position has been won by virtuous
and enterprising fathers, amount to
but little in the world; and we rejoice
to say that companions chosen from
those who have their fortunes to
make and theirpositions to win, are
those to whom a Well-bred woman
can generally y with safety entrust her
happiness and herself.
Year: 1872

Up from the South at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The afrighted air with shudder bore,
Like lorald in haste to the eheiftain's door
The terrible grumble and rumble and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
And wilder still those pillows of war
Thundered along the horizons bar,
And louder yet into Winchester rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought Of the stake in that fiery fray,
With Sheridan twenty miles away.
But there is a road from Winchester town;
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there through the fash of the morning


light,


A steed as black as the steed of night,
Was seen to pass with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need,
He stretched away with the utmost speed;
Hills rose and feIl-but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.



Under his spurning feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind;
And the steed, like bark fed with furnace ire
Swept oD, his wild eyes full of fire;
But, lol he is nearing his hes rt's desire,



He is snufing the smoke of the roaring fray,
With Sheridan only five miles away.
The first that the General saw were the group
Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops:
What was done-what to do-a glance toll


him both,


And striking his spurs with terrible oath,
He dashed down the line mid storm G
huzzas,


And the wave of retreat checked its cours
there because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause
With foam and with dust the black charge


was gray,


By the fash of his eye, and his nostrils plav.
He seemed to the whole great army to say,
81 have brought you Sheridan all the way
From Winchester, down to save the day!p
Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!
HurTah, hurrah for horse and mani
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky
The American soldiers Temple of Fame
There with the glorious Generals name
Be it said in letters both bold and bright;
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester, twenty miles away!"
Year: 1872




''Hear, then! 1t is the body Of my
SOB, my only son-let him rest, il
rest he can. He was wounded in a
quarrel, and brought home here to
die. I thought he would recover,
but there was neither doctor nor
priest at hand, and in spite of all
! that we could do for him he died.
Let him alone now, or let a priest
first be sent for; he died unconfess
ed, but it was not my fault; it may
not yet be too late to make peace for
him"


But why is he buried in this
placer


"We did not wish to make a stir
aboutit. Nobody knew ofhis death,
and we laid him down quietly; one
place thought was as good as an
other when once the life was out of
him. We are poor folks, and could
not pay for ceremonies"


The truth at length came out.
Father and son were both members
of gang Of thieves; under this floor
they concealed their plunder, and
there, too, lay more than one moul-
dering corpse, victims who had oc-
cupied the room in which 1 slept
and had there met their death. The
son was, indeed, buried in that spot;
he had been mortally wounded in a
skirmish with travellers, and had
lived long enough to repent of his
deeds, and to beg for that priestly
absolution which, according to his
creed, was necessary to secure his
pardon. In vain he had urged his
father to bring the confessor to his
bedside; in vain he had entreated
him to break off from the murderous
band with which he was allied, and
to live honestly in future; his pray
ers were disregarded and his diving
admonitions were of no avail. But
for the strange, mysterious warning
which had reused me from nv sleep
and driven me out of the house that
night another crime would have been
added to the old mans tale of guilt.
That gasping attempt to speak, and
that awful groaning-whence did
they proceed? 1t was no living voice.
Beyond that will express no opin-
ion on the subject. I will only say
that it was the means of saving nv
life, and at the same time putting
an end to the series of bloody deeds
which had been committed in that
house.


! | received my passport that even
ind by the diligence from Rome, and
started the next morning on nv way
to Naples. As I'VE were crossing the
frontier a tall figure approached
wearing the rough capotta of the
mendicant friars, with a hood ovel
the face and holes for the eyes tc
look through, He carried a tin mon
ey-box in his hand, which he he held
out to the passengers, jingling a few
coins in it and crying in a monoton
GUS voice, "AniDae in purqatorio! An
f 5nae in puTgatOrioP' I do not believ,
in purgatOry, nor in supplications
for the dead; but 1 dropped a piec,
of silver into the box nevertheless,


as thought of that unhallo NeC
t grave in the forest, and my praye
went up to Heaven in all sincerity
"Requtsec0t in peaceF'
Year: 1872

A citizen Of Gcsport one night
mistook his wife's yeast bottle for
his favorite ''little brown Jug" and
took a "long and 9 strong pulp ther-
from. He is now regarded as a
rising man.
Year: 1872

There is many a clerk, with none
but himself to care for, who gets rid
of enough money to support a small
family. Many q young couple, with
a modest income, insist upon begin
ming life with ali the comfort and
elegance of their gsyest neighbors.
They expect to be rich by and by.
Instead of that, the prospects ara
that they viii be misera0ly poor.
Year: 1872

GENERAL INTELLIGENCE.-Per at a
distance desiring information from this point, can
address me. If the subject does not require much
investigation few postage stamps Will be sufi-
cient remuneration.
Year: 1872

Fifty and sixty miles an hour for rail.
way travel is oftener talked about than
realized. A speed of sixty miles an
hour for a regular passenger train has
never been attempted, except in one in
stance, and that on wide seven foot
gauge in England. This rapid speed
pleased travellers very much, and many
willingly paid the large extra charge for
being shot along over the ground at the
rate so great as to render the way sta
tiOns Of the accommodation trains al
most invisible. But the railway COM
pany soon found they had passed the
practicable limit of the endurance of
wood and iron. They found that the
wear and tear induced upon both road
and rolling stock of such excessive speed
was beyond the endurance Of finance,
and that high rate Of speed was conse-
quently abandoned. There are but few
trains now running on the best vide
gauge, straight roads in England, which
average speed of fifty miles an hour.
The express traffic is usually done at the
rate OF thirty-fye TO forty miles, while
the ordinary travel is about twenty-five.
Railroad travel in this country is much
slower, and necessarily so in consequence
of the lack Of solidity in our roads and
rolling stock. Our " lightning trains y
scarcely reach, and very seldom exceed,
thiry,hye miles an hour-in fact, our
fast trains do not average over thirty
miles, while our general passenger traffic
does pot exceed an average Of twenty.
Freight trains usually run about sixteen
TO eighteen miles an hour.
Year: 1872

The Paris correspondent Of the Man
chester Guardian is responsible for the
following; The celebrated pianist, Leo
pold de Meyer, gives his experience at
the Turkish Court in letter which is
going the rounds of the papers. 1t
was, he says "no easy matter to play
music in the seraglio. You are sent for
at eight in the morning, and ordered to
play at three in the afternoon; you must
be in full uniform; you wait seven hours
in a very fine gallery, where it is forbid
den to SIT. From time to time you are
informed of what His Highness is doing,
His Highness has just got up-you must
PROSTATE yourself. A little later you
are told His Highness is taking his bath
you PROSTATE yourself again. His
Highness is taking his coffee, and you
PROSTATE yourself at each of these par
ueu lars more profoundly than before.
At length your piano is brought in. The
legs have been taken off so as not to in
jure the floor, a precious mosaic of rare
woods. The immense grand piano is
placed on five Turks The wretched
men support the crushing mass on their
knees. Why, you say. i can't play a
fve-Turk piano. Itis thought that you
hesitate because the instrument is not
horizontal A cushion Is, therefore,
placed under the knees Of the smallest
Year: 1872

How did people get in the habit Of
shaking hands2 The answer is not far
to seek. In early and barbarous times,
when every savage and semi-savage was
his own law-giver, judge, soldier and po-
liceman, and had to watch over his own
safety, in default of all other protection,
two friends and ac4uaintanees, or two
strangers desiring to be friends or ae-
qnaintanees, when they CHANGED to meet,
offered each other the right hand-the
hand alike of offense and defense, the
hand that wields the sword, the dagger,
the club, the fomahswk, or other weapon
Of war. Each did this TO show that the
hand was empty, and neither war nor
treaehery was intended. A man cannot
well stab another when he is in the act
OF shaking hands with him, unless he be
a double-dyed traitor and villain, aud
strives 70 aim a cowardly blow with the
left while giving the right, and pretend
ing TO be on good terms with his victim.
Year: 1872

The ineffably mean action of Mr. Cam
eron in the Senate yesterday, preventing,
by parliamentary trick, the adjournment
of that body out of respect to Mr.. Gree
ley's memory, will challenge nothing but
universal contempt. AS a specimen of
revenge, it is without parallel in Ameri-
can history. As an exemplifcation of
manhood, it is without precedent in civil
lied society. As a stroke of party wisdom,
it should never be initiated An event
over which nation mourns, is one out of
respect for which nations Senate could
well sacrifice few hours that would, at
this stage of public business, be devoted
to nothing Of public Importance and man
whose coffin is to be followed to its grave
by a President, a Cabinet. and many Con.
gressmen, is a man TO whom a tribute from
Mr.. Lincoln's dismissed Secretary of War
would not be reckoned in the light of a per.
sonal sacrifice. Somebody has said that
the capacity of sorrow belongs to ou1
grandeur, and the loftiest of our race
are those who have the profoundest SYM
pathies Mr. Cameron has not, OF
course, done anything which iustifas as
tonishment at his asininine stroke at a dead
man, for no one would suspect him for a
moment of belonging to the loftiest of our
race. But his devotion in life to public
business will not be forgotten in his death.
1t ought to console him to reflect that
when he has reachad the narrow walls 0.
wood in which his late antagonist hes to.
day, there can hardly be any quarrel as to
whether or not the Senate shall adjourn in
honor of his memory.
Year: 1872

From lands end to lands end, that all may read,
and reading, believe, that for the countless mil
lions who the road TO untimely grave
with bilious complaints there Is but one truly great
and reliable remedy, and that is
Year: 1872

THE CULTURE OF THE HAIR just as
surely as a soil infested with Canadian
thistles can be made to produce fine crops
of golden grain, the scalp now scarcely
covered with harsh, dry, unmanageable
hair can be made prolific of silken tresses.
All that is necessary to effect the change
in either case is the right kind of fertili-
ger. Leaving the agricultural chemists to
determine how the barren land shall be
made fruitful, we positively assert that
Lyons Kathairon is unequaled is
fertilizer and beautifer of
the head Twenty-Five years of success is
the basis of this unqualified statement.
During that time it has been used by
many millions of both sexes, and the first
instance in which it has failed to fulfil the
expectations of a rational purchaser has
vet to be discovered 1t will not cause
| hair to grow on a vanished gourd; but
wherever the roots of the hirsute fbres
remain undisturbed it will cause them to
put forth new shoots, and in all cases
where the hair has become thin it will III
crease its volume.
Year: 1872

PURE STARcH-When starch is pure, it
is free from sourness and is purely white
Inferior starch has a golden or yellow
tinge, the color of -four, indicating the
presence of gluten "a color not desirable in
one 5 linen, or is sour and musty. 1t is
absurd for the laundress to cleanse and
bleach and then discolor linen with i'm
pure golden or yellow starch. Duryea' S
Satin Gloss Starch" is snow white, per
fectly pure, and the most economical
starch known
Year: 1872

MIR. Renne claims that the name Magic
OIL is his trade mark" and that all
persons who use that name for medicine
do so at their peril as much as though
they stole any other property of his, be-
sides their extra meanness! The genuine
Rennes Pain-Killing Magic Oil is what
the people want and will have.
Year: 1872

;, GAIErY.-Their are two kinds OF gaiety;
the one arises from the want of heart
being touched by no pity, sympathizlne
Win no pain, even OF its own causing; it
snines and glitters like frost bound
river In the cleaning sun. The other
springs from excess of heart-that is, a
hoart overfowing with kindliness towards
all men and all things; and suffering
under no superadded grief; it is light
from the happiness which it causes, from
the happiness which it sees. This may
De compared to the same river, sparkling
and smiling under the sun OF summer
ana running on to give fertility and
increase to all within, and even to many
beyond its reach.
Year: 1872

There Is nothing more distinctive
among women than the difference of
relative age among them, Two wo-
men of the same number of years will
be substantially of different epochs OF
li:e-the one wearied in mind. faded
in person, deadened in sympathy !;
the other fresh and young, both in
face and feeling, with sympathies as
broad and keen as they w,re in her


first youth, and perhaps more so;
still as easy to be amused, az ready
to love, and as quick to learn as when
she first emerged from the school
room. The one you involuntary sus-
pect OF undertaking her age by half
a dozen years or more, when she tells
you she is only forty; tie other
makes you wonder if she has not
overstated hers by just as much when
she laughingly confesses to the same.
The one is an old women, who seems
as if she had never been young; the
other only girl, who seems as if she
never would grow old, and nothing is
equal between them but the number
OF days each has lived.
Year: 1872

The merry Jingling sleigh bells
OF happiness their tone tells
But it'bripgs n shadow sad acros my heart
And their sound recalls a sweet face,
Laughing eyes, and sleigh-ride'S fleet pace
And pang goes through my memory like
dart.


And l think of life's bright morning
When all trouble was scorning,
And my Nellie sat close nesting by my side
When We talked of future pleasure
She was all my joy and treasure
was happy when she said she'd be my bride
Twas a bright night in December.
Many years sice, / remember,
When her promis To be mine she sweetly gave
But ere the early flowers


Had been moistened with spring showers
They laid my darling Nellie in her grave.
Hence the sounds to me bring sadness,
Though they once brought joy and gladness;
When think OF her never more shall see ,
And those bells which ring SO clearly,
Call up thoughts of one so dearly
did love, my darling long l, st Nellie Lee.
But I've kept each little token,
And remember each word spoken
In those happy hours when joyous We did ride;
And my heart Is hers, hers only,
And I'm waiting sad and lonely
For that summons which shall call me to her


side.


W. MUNGEN.
Year: 1872

Having made large additions to ourestablish-
nent in the shape Of material of the latest
style, and having employed experienced and
orders for every variety Of PLAIN AND FANCY
Jos PRINTING with neatness and Dispatch
The addition of Steam Power to our establish
ment affords us great advantages over most
country of1ces in the way of low prices and
asst work Call with us and bee con WINGED.
Year: 1872

MeSsrs. Editors As you remarked in a
recent paper, 1t was even so, we did trem-
BILE at the thought of fire while our city
was without water. If fire had broken
out, our beautiful city would now in all
probability have been In ashes. Yes, but
you say ii did not break out; but we should
feel very grateful for such an escape, for
il was dreadful position to be held In for
twelve or even four hours. If such a
irightful predicament can he prevented
from repetition by the expenditure Of hum
drcds of thousands, we would be amply
justified in the expenditure.


But how to best accomplish it is the
great question. If our city grows as fast
for the next twenty years as il has for the
last ten years. the whole of the Brandy
wine Creek will not be sufficient for our
supply. And should we have very dry
season, rs we do have and are liable to
have any season, the supply will he wholly
inadequate, and We must be continually
short OF That most necessary element under
our present arrangement, aud add to our
present difficulty a long drought and our
supply will not he even sufficient for
health, to say nothing Of the inconvenience
ana great loss TO our manufactures and
the dreadful peris of fire.


In consideration of these things would
II not he the best wisdom to at once uban-
don the seemingly unwise plan of con-
structlng a new basin in hollow, as is
proposed, which will not still supply our
city highlands with water. And 80 at once
up the Delaware river and build a basin
large enough to supply all our wants and
render our future supply absolutely GER
tain


II will bc objected that we will have
tide water from that source well it seems
our chcfpump now depends on tide water
for a supply, and with all due respect,
think settled tide water would be superior
to The admixture Of filth from the inhabi-
tants and factories which we are now
forced to drink.
Year: 1872

vlously unsulted for the hard service which
had been required from them. Five min
utes later a cab was rapidly bearing away
the scarlet cloak and its wearer, and the
benevolent old merchant was thoughtfully
warming his hands before the office fire.
She was gone, and he gained no addition
al knowledge of her, except that she was
somebody's daily governess. From that
day he watched in vain for glinps of the
red cloak he saw ii no more, and con-
cluded that the poor young teacher was
unable TO continue her daily jo1rneys. q.
She had given him the impression of one
who had to depend upon herself, but the
reality might be still worse; for anything
he knew, there might be others, even
more helpless, dependent upon her. In
spite of repeated disappointment-, Mr..
Hardman still took his post at the window g,
as though the habit yielded him certain
amount Of pleasurable excitement which
he was unable 10 reliHqnish.
Year: 1872

A new cure for ague, noticed in "A
Terre Haute, Indiana, paper, may be
found Of use. The writer saws of tho..
afflicted with aguc:


Crawl down stairs head foremost.
Laugh at the idea, if you please, but do
your crawling first; you can then
afford to laugh. Just as tho chill is
coming on, start at tho top OF long
flight OF stairs and crawl down on your
hands and feet, head foremost. You
never did harder work in your life, and
when you arrive at the bottom instead
of shaking, you will find yourself puff
ing, red in the face, and per.piring
freely, from the ST rong exertions made
in the effort to support yourself. Try
it. 1t won't cost you near as much as
quinine or patent medicines, and if it
fails it will only do what they do every
day.
Year: 1872

INDIAN Agent M. Soule at Apache Reservation, shows the right spirit as will be seen by his letter to Recorder Buckalew, published in this days CITIZEN in English and Spanish. He makes an offer of all assistance at his command, and the citizens will be censurable if they do not help him to recover their own stock. Every stock owner should immediately send him a copy of his brand.
Year: 1872

GENERAL CROOK is now giving shape and tone to the Indian Manage ment in Arizona. The war is to be carried to the homes of the hostile savages wherever they can be found on or off reserves. Reservations will, under his sway, be soon regarded as places of danger by numbering sav- ages instead of safety and places to be petted and be rewarded for theft and murder. The Date Creek busi- ness is but the beginning of the work he will push forward all over Arizona.
Year: 1872

Perhaps no Railroad man under the grade
Of President is better known by fame and
sight especially in the Middle States, than the
gentleman whose name heads this article.


His Editorial Excursion of last Summer is
rememb bered as one Of the happiest conceptions
and most brilliant success. He is on better
terms with the Press-a kinsly power-tban
any man in our knowledge. In fact, he is a
sort of Prime Minister to this Autocrat.


His position as Travelling Agent of the York
River and c. e. o. Railroads is one requiring
treless energy and great TACT We do not hes
itate to say that we don't know who could "fill
his shoes" or wear his hat as the Freight Solic-
itor of these Companies. lie knows everybo-
dy and everybody meets him with the hearty
hand ofa friend. The representations Of his
route are made with interesting and pleasant
arguments, that rarely fail to convince the
shippers. He has wonderful art in getting
the sar Of pushing business men. His sue
cess in this direction lies in a native endow-
ment Of quick perception Of the point" and
Of that open, manly. brusque, but honest state
meut Of his case. The lines he serves may be
congratulated in their choice Of a live agent.


Outside Of his Railroad business, Hotchkiss
deserves well of Virginia for his efforts to
spread through the North such information as
would invite the best class Of settlers to our
State. he is big immigration society 10 him
self, and by far more successful than many
pretentious corporations of this kind.


Hotchkiss is a valuable citizen, and certain
" charming panisn-fresh, buoyant and
lively.-Lerington Gazette.