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    VOTED TOL

    AND WESTER

    N PIONEER.

    ITERA TURE, SCIENCE, COMMERCE, AGRICULTURE, AND

    NEWS.

    Number 61

    e, Prince Edward

    No. 9.

    Vol. 2.—Whole

    Summerside Journal
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    THURSDAY EVENING,

    BY
    BERTRAM & BARNARD,

    AT THEIR OFFICE, CENTRAL STREET,

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    in all cases, prepaid.

    The following gentlemen have consent-
    ed to act as Agents, and they are authori-
    sed to receive monies, and give receipts,
    an our account ;

    Charlottetown—W. 1%. Dawson, Esq.
    Henry Ilarvie, Esq.
    Centreville—Major Wright, Esq
    Upper Bedeque—Wm, G. Strong, Esq
    7'ryon—George Muttart, Esq
    St. Eleanor's—W. ‘I. Hunt & Co
    Caseunpec—Benjamin Rogers, Esq
    Margate—Reuben Luplin, Esq
    New London—Pidgeon & Stewart
    Malpeque—D & P McNutt
    Southport—Henry Beer, Esq
    Vernon River—Mr, George Vickerson
    Georgetown—Andrew LeBrocque, Esq
    Port Hill—David Ramsay, Esq.
    Tignish—Benjamin Haywood, Esq
    Miscouche—Joseph B. Perry.
    Crapaud—Charles Collit.

    JOB PRINTING

    of evory description, performed with neatness
    and despatch, and at moderate rates,
    at the Jounnat Office.

    Summerside Markets,
    Summersipk, Dee. 6, 2866.

    25 3da Qs 4d

    38 a 3s Gd

    - ls Sdiads 6d

    Oats per bush
    Barley per bush -
    Potatoes per bush

    ‘Turnips per bush -- Isaleld
    Butter per lb by ‘Tub - - - lg als ld
    Lard per 1b --- $da lod
    Tallow per db. ------------ 9d a 10d
    Tigges per doz ---+-----°-- Md a 10d
    Beef perlb -------------> 3da 4d
    Mutton per lb - -- --- 3da 4d
    Pork per lb by carcass -- 3da 44d
    Geese each -+--- - - 1s 6da ls 9d

    -- 50s a 60s
    - 14s a lis
    -- 508 a GOs

    Flour per bbl -
    Oatmeal per cwt. - -
    Hay per Ton - - - - -

    Straw per cwt. ------ - Is 6d
    Pine Boards ------- 5 0a) e
    Spruce Boards ------------ 4s 0 5s

    ness Gards,

    Busi

    BANK OF PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND.
    Corner of Queen § Water Sts., Charlottetown
    President—Hon. ‘Tuomas H. Havinanp.

    Cashier-—-WintiamM Cunpaun, [squire.
    Discount Days—Mondays & Thursdays.
    Hours of Business—Fom 10 a.m, to 1 p.m.,
    from 2 p.m to 4 p.m.

    UNION BANK.

    Grafton St., Queen's Square, Charlottetown
    President—Cuantes Parmer, Esquire.
    Cashier—Jamrs ANDERSON, Esquire.

    Discount Days—Mondays, Wednesdays,
    and Saturdays.

    Hours of Business—From 10 a.m to Lp m

    from 2 p.mto 4pm

    SUMMERSIDE BANK.
    Central Street, Summerside, P. E. Island.
    President—Ifon, Joun R. Ganpixen.
    Cashier—TE. TL. Lypia Esquire
    Discount Days—Tues: and Fridays.
    Notes for Discount must be in before 11

    o'clock on Discount days.
    Hiours of Business—10 a. m., tol p.m.
    from 2 p. m., to 4 p.m

    : DR. PRICE,
    Physician & Surgeon,

    Ovricr-—At the SumMErsipr Drug Srorr,
    next door to Bank, Central Street

    SUMMERSIDE, ..... 2. B. ISLAND,
    October 12, 1865.

    to the inhabityyMe
    ty, that he hy

    (formerly J
    may be cofsultyp
    of his Profession, a’
    Stanley Bridgh,
    Oct. 18, 1866. —

    JOHN HOMER, M.D.F. M.M.8.

    MEDICAL OFFICE
    OVER GREEN & SCHURMAN’S STORE,
    WATER STREET, SUMMERSIDE, P.E.1.
    GHORGER ALLEY,
    BARRISTER AND
    Attorney-at-Law,

    NOTARY PUBLIC, &C.

    Telegraph Buildings, Water Street,
    Charlottetown, ------- -----), KF, Island.

    ‘EB. D. STAIR,
    CABINET-MAKER,

    AND

    Undertaker.

    FURNITURE OF ALL KINDS MADE
    TO ORDER,
    Kent Street, - .-----+- «++ Oharlottetown.
    Sept. 1666, 6m

    . THOMAS KELLY,
    Barrister - at - Law

    AND
    NOTARY PUBLIC, &o.
    SUMMERBIDE,- - - - P, E. ISLAND
    aug, 9, 1866 ly

    *

    Summersid

    Business Gards,.
    WILLIAM BEAIRSTO,
    Commission Merchant,

    Auctioneer & General Agent,

    WATER STREET,
    P. E, Island

    Summerside,
    Summerside, Oct. 12; 1865,

    DAVID BERTRAM,
    Saddle and Harness Maker,

    Water Strect . . . . . Summerside.
    October 12, 1865. ly :
    James Greenough,

    FLOUR

    Commission Merchant,

    No 47 Commercial Street
    Corner of Clinton Street - - - - - BOSTON

    J. F. HILL & 60.,

    DEALERS IN
    Potatoes, Apples, Onions,

    Horeign & Domestic Hruits,
    Cranberries, Beans, Green & Dried Apples

    Stalls 107 and 109.
    and Cellar No. 19, Faneuil Hall Market

    SOULH SIDE BOSTON.
    H. J. RICHARDSON,
    COMMISSION MERCHANT

    Auctioneer.

    Flour, Groceries, and
    Dry Goods.
    Water Strect ...... Summerside.

    CARVELL BROTHERS,
    AUCTIONEERS,

    Commission Merchants’
    And General Agents,

    BANK BUILDING, QUEEN STREET.
    Charlottetown, - - - - - P. 2, Island.
    WILLIAM DODD,
    Commission Merchant,

    And Auctioneer;”

    QUEEN SQUARE,
    CHARLOTTETOWN --- P. BE. ISLAND

    THOMAS IANFORD,
    AUCTIONEER

    AND

    Commission Merchant,
    Si’. JOHN, N. B.
    Novy 1, 1865 ly

    J. I, GIBSON,
    Plain Âą Ornamental
    HOUSE & SIGN

    PALNTER,
    Summerside, .... DP. #. Island.
    October 12, ey ee

    A CARD.

    TYNHE subscriber having purchased the
    STOCK IN TRADE of James L. Hotman

    at St. Eleanor’s, the bugindss in fature will be

    conducted by, him, ) AseEs his intention to

    keep constantly.on hand 4 variety of goods

    adapted for the country trade, he respectfully

    solicits a share of public patronage,

    ALBERT L, ANDERSON.
    St. Eleanor's, April 10, 1866,

    Dealer in

    JOHN ANDREW MACDONALD, |
    Importer of Dry Goods,
    Hardware, Crockeryware, Groceries,
    stoves, Furniture, &c. &e.

    P. E. Island.
    A. W. ANDRE'S
    Marble Works,

    Point Du Chene, Shediae,

    Sumnerside,

    Monuments, Tombs, Grave-
    stones, &c.
    American & Italian Marble con-
    stantly on hand.

    Sold at a less price than at any other estab-
    lishinent in the Provinces.
    718, 1865,

    §.

    TPHE Subscribe

    60 Bbls,

    Il.
    Summerside, Nov 1,

    London, A MAIAY
    class. Speedy appli
    the Subseriber.

    By order of the

    MAE Subscriber hay
    alteration in his b

    fA prompt Settleme
    to him, would here,
    persons indebted
    or otherwise, to p
    on or before the
    are ready for delivery.

    STE

    ____PORTRY.

    (For the Journal.)

    Summerside

    Links composed by the Reverend Dr. New-
    MAN, on a voyage from Palermoto Mar-
    seilles, when becalmed in the Straits of
    Bonifacio; and before his secession from
    the Anglican Church :—

    Lead kindly light, amid the encircling gloom,
    Lead Thou me on;

    The night is dark, and I am far from home,
    Lead Thou me on!

    Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see

    The distant scene—one step enough for me.

    I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
    Should’st lead me on;

    I loved to choose and see my path, but now
    Lead Thou mé on!

    I loved the garish day, and spite of fears

    Pride ruled my will—remember not past years.

    So long Thy power hath led me on, it still
    Will lead me on; :

    O'er moor and fen, o’er crag, and torrent, till
    The night is gone!

    And with the morn those angel faces smile,

    Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

    ON READING THE ABOVE:

    T once enjoyed the light, but now, no more
    Jt shines 6n me;

    The shades of night descend—the day is o'er,
    And where is He ?

    My gentle guide! who every care bestowed,

    But, ill requited, left me on the road ?

    Yor I was rash, and on myself relied,
    Nor wished His stay;
    And soon, bewildered in the trackless wild,
    I went astray ;
    And then, false lights alluring radiance threw
    O'er mystic seenes—and I must needs pursue.

    Far from my home, lost, and enwrapped in
    gloom,
    Jan I return?
    Abandoned duties, yet again resume ?—
    Ah no, they'll spurn
    The fond companion of their efrly youth,
    So fur estranged,—so long opposed to truth !—

    Not s0, poor wanderer! by their Saviour taught
    ‘To pity all;
    They will receive thee as good Christians
    ought— >
    Weep o’er thy fall—
    Rejoice at thy return—and swell the sound

    Of angel triumph, o’er a lost one found.
    Charlotteown, Dee. 1, 1866. WATCRAA

    ~ Seloct Piterature.

    KELETON ROMANCE.

    BY MARION HARLAND,

    ‘Wuat have I been doing with myself,
    all this long, hot afternoon?” Just what
    you see meĂ© doing now, ma chere—sitting
    »y this apper window, and looking across
    the yard and the lane, at the old mill.”

    * Picturesque,” did you call it? Please
    pick up my pocket lexicon from the table,
    there; I never travel without it. One
    likes to be accurate even in trifles of litera-
    ture, you know. I want you to look out
    the exact meaning of that word which
    people have a fashion of loosing so loosely.

    ‘EExpressing that peculiar kind of
    beauty whichis agreeable in a picture,
    Whether natural on artificial!” Indeed!
    Then, really and truly, my mill is a pie-
    turesque object, devoid of pretension as it
    is architecturally, with its square windows
    and narrow eaves. Tor the elms meet
    over the roof, mack you! and the water
    above the gate, ndeep, dark mirror—a
    Claude Lorraine reflector of the overhang-
    ing foliage, the buildings, the sky, and the
    nearest mountains; while below the wheel
    it tumbles into angry foam, and rushes
    madly away ont of sight beneath the arch-
    way of the bridge, And the calinly-flow-
    ing, bright river beyond looks well in the
    sunset, does it not? and the background
    of hills, rising row above row, into the
    more distant mountuinridge, are, as the
    Scotch critic said of Mrs, Siddons’ Lady
    Macbeth, ‘‘na’ sae bad.”

    But the mill! I always loved a mill!
    Is not this delicious—the fragrance that
    the bruised grain gives out, and which the
    evening breeze trom the water brings
    fresh and sweet into my window? TI pre-
    fer it to the finest ottar of rose—the most
    voluptuous breath of patchouli or mille-
    fleurs. Shakspeare’s bank of violets was
    insipid in comparison. When a child, I
    used to sit, for hours, half buried in a heap
    of golden maize or wheat, upon the upper
    floor of «a mill belonging to our
    unele, on whose farm we sometimes rusti-
    cated for a month or sog and dream and
    read to my heart’s content, undisturbed by
    the jolly miller, who took me under his
    especial protection, For I was a child
    once, and believed in the reality of some
    things in this cheating, lying, painted
    world; such, for instance, as troth and
    lriendship, and the joy of reciprocal de-
    votion and constancy, through good report
    and evil report, to the one beloyed—and
    the like humbug, II »! how long it
    seems since [left off dreaming! and yet
    Lam not to say very old! Just: thirty-two
    last month—and, thanks to the exeellent
    eave Thaye taken of my physique, [might
    easily be mistaken for twenty-five, Don't
    you think so?) For my teeth are my own;
    ditte my hair and complexion, which is
    more than some belles can say.

    “You begin to understand why [ en-
    joy this window and the view of the mill?
    It rejuvenates me”—you think ?

    My dear, allow me to say that you were
    never more ridiculously mistaken in your
    lite, J feel as aged as Methusaleh, sitting
    here, and staring down the tedious vista
    of years lyiug between me and my child-
    hood, It seems a hundred years and
    more since L was twenty-one years old and
    caine up to this very farm-house to recruit
    iter my first regular winter in society.

    “You did not know that I had ever
    been here before?” Of course not! Who
    was there to tell you this? Yet you must
    have seen that the old farmer and_ his
    wife down stairs saluted me as an old ac-
    quaintance. They have lived here ever

    j for your modest e)

    Island, Thursday,

    house so long! and I don’t think they have
    changed ten articles of furniture or altered

    December 6, 1866. |

    “Tt is the healthiest region in the State!
    said Mr. Milnor, in announcing to me the

    jsudden that I had notime for retreat. He
    came forward in a style that was neither

    so much as a window about the place in all | plan he had conceived for my benefit, | boorish nor servile in its courtesy.

    that time.

    * You like that quaint old homestead !"
    Did I intimate that [did not? Again, let
    me say that you do not know what you
    king about!

    Yes! Jsee that you think me very cross
    and sharp—actually savage, in Iact-—and
    this phase of my character puzzles you,
    for you have hitherto scen me gay and
    good-humored, whatever might occur to
    ruitle other peoples’ tempers. Don’t pro-
    voke me, then, by asking questions! 1
    hate to be catechized, :

    No! I don't *t wish to be left alone,”
    and I like to study you. You look inno-
    cent and confiding, and as if you were still
    the proprietor of a heart, and as_ I said of
    myself, in my childish days—as if you be-
    lieved in ** things.” What book is that
    which you are opening as a resting-place
    ? A novel! Bah!
    Why do people write them, I wonder
    when eyery ons Who has ifved fo the age
    of thirty ean revive the incidents of a reai
    romance that will stir the depths of his
    heart as no cold, printed page can eyer do,
    however great and skilful inuy have been
    the narrator who transcribed it? Pens
    are not tongues, child, nor are words
    heart-bents. Therefore, real heart-histor-
    ies will never be either written or told.
    And, as the slang comedians have it, there
    is where the laugh comes in—inasmuch
    as authors are perpetually trying to do
    what is impossible, and their readers
    fancying that they have succeeded in doing
    it,

    “Don't I read romances?” Another

    uestion, you little interrogation-point!
    But [will be merciful, and answer you.
    [ do read love stories. [have been busy
    with one this livelong afternoon. The
    rumble and roar of the water-wheel ever
    there is the whir of the machinery that has
    unrolled a panoramic picture to my view.
    The yellow August son-shine and the odor
    of the bruised corn were accessories to the
    representation,

    Let me see! you are just eighteen, are
    you not? Well! Iwas three years older
    when, as I said, just now, I came up to
    this beautiful valley to pass a couple of
    months. I was the eldest of three daugh-
    ters, and my father had no sons. It was
    but right and proper, therefore, that he
    should expect his girls to make creditable
    inatches, that the family pride might be
    upheld thereby. The next best thing to
    having a distinguished son, is to having a
    distinguished son-in-law—one whose pri-
    yate life would become public property,
    In the acquisition of this, a leading ques-
    tion would necessarily be—**Whom did
    he marry?” The answer—* A daughter
    of Ralph Milnor,” would link together the
    Milnor.neme and that of the celebrity.
    Tuvois, mon innocente—iest-ce-pas 2? Now
    if the truth be told, the Milnor pedigree
    would bear a little more ornament than
    had, as yet, embellished the P s of that
    mythical volume. Our paternal grand-
    sire was a plain farmer, You recollect
    that I spoke of the mill which belonged to
    his eldest son? Of my mother’s parents,
    we know just nothing at all; but there
    was 2 whispered tradition in the family to
    the effect that a man, bearing the same
    name as did her father, had lived and died
    an honest boot-maker, in an out-of-the-way
    street in the town wherein my mother con-
    fessed to have been born; But Ralph
    Milnor was one of the ‘* solid men” of the

    honored as the place of his residence. By
    solidity, [need not explain, even to your
    unsophisticated comprehension, is signi-

    fied wealth of dollars, rather than weight
    of character or intellectual calibre. Added
    to his worth in this respect, my father
    possessed an oily fluency of speech, a
    bland countenance, and manners which
    superficial observers called polished, Un-
    derneath this disgnise—but, never mind!
    you have heard the story of the iron hand
    and the velvet glove too often to care to
    have me repeat « new edition of the same,
    To his children he was indulgent—or, so
    said lookers-on. Ife denied us no eduea-
    tional or social advantage that money
    could buy. Our clothing was handsome;
    our home the embodiment of elegant com-
    fort, and when I, the senior by four years,
    of the second daughter, came out,” my
    first party and my winter's wardrobe were
    the admiring enyy of all our acquaintances.

    If this solid citizen and model parent
    had a favorite in his household) band, it
    was I. In personal appearance—you will
    excuse me for asserting it—I bore off the
    palm from nine-tenths of my young
    ciates. Tsang passably: talked easily, if
    not wittily, and, to borrow another stage
    phrase—** drew” well in higher circles
    than those in which my parents had been

    reared, My watehful guardian attended
    me every where—an evidence of his regard

    for me whieh T rather enjoyed for a whil
    but found decidedly irksome, when invi-
    tations began to shower upon me from
    younger, and, to my taste, more attrac-
    tive men. His persistency in this respect
    was the earliest intimation I had of his de-
    termination to retain the choice of a life-
    partner for me in his own hands. 1 was
    quick-sighted, aud I soon observed that he
    exercised over my intercourse with mar-
    riugeable gentlemen surveillance ceaseless
    as stealthy, I hardly knew whether to be
    most nettled or diverted at this discovery
    for, among my swarm of adinirers, there
    was not one for whom I entertained the
    least preference, beyond that which a girl
    may naturally feel for a graceful compan-
    ion in the dance, or an amusing talker who
    ean beguile away a hull hour at an even-
    ing party. I liked to be admired. I like
    it still—about as wellus Ido auything, I
    belic But, even then, this very tond-
    ness for the applause of the many was one
    of the strongest dissuasives to concentra-
    tion of the affections upon any one person.
    Lloyed pleasure and I loved liberty too
    well, L was wont to deelare, to think of
    snerificing these while youth and good
    looks insured my enjoyment of them,

    I had a gay winter, and, so fir as popu-
    larity with the crowd was concerned, a
    very successful one. The next summer
    found me a little fagged-out, and my
    futher and mother, after consultation graye
    and confidential, decided that neither
    watering-plice nor mountain hotel should
    be brightened by my presence that season,
    An early friend and neighbor af my
    father’s—Mr. Reynolds—still cultivated,
    in peace and contentment, his patrimonial

    since theirmarriage—-forty years, I believe.

    acres in the immediate vicinity of what

    Wonat a bore it must be to occupy the same | had been my grandfather's farm,

    seen pene no Batate

    ** And you, who are so fond of fine scenery.
    will enjoy the «di and walks among
    the mountains, The seclusion willbe a
    positive benefit to you in more respects
    than one, You will regain your bloom
    and enjoy city life all the more after your
    return, wid your temporary loss will make
    your society the more attractive to those
    who haye missed you. Take plenty of
    books, drawing materials, worsteds—or
    whatever you young PS amuse your-
    selves with in your leisure hours—for you
    will tind few companions of your own
    rank in that pareof the country. And
    mind”—he naded, wiltlr his blandest smile,
    Which f€knew always denoted a peculiar
    firmnes¼ oPresolution—* that you do not
    fallin love with any of the rustie swains
    whom you happen to see driving the
    plough and hoeing potatoes,”

    Ile stopped there, but I comprehend
    the full import of his prohibition, and con-
    gratulated myself upon the extreme im-
    pyebability of my ever committing an
    Action so awkward and shsurd as that
    which he forbade.

    IIe escorted me up to the farm him-
    self, remaining but an hour, howeyer,
    with his boyhood’s friend, and hurrying
    off to catch the return train to the city.
    Mrs. Reynolds had served a luncheon for
    us, we having arrived too late for the
    twelve o'clock dinner, and alter I had
    bidden my father farewell and sought my
    chamber—the one in which we are now
    seated—I drew up a chair to this window
    and prepared to enjoy solitude and the
    country, It was not dificult to admire
    the latter, but the first lacked the element
    which some Frenchman—Voltaire, T be-
    lieve—siys is requisite to the perfect en-
    joyment of the same, to wit, 2 companion
    to whom one can exclaim, '* Qu’ elle est
    charmante—la solitude !”

    The farmer had two sons—one a young
    married man, who, with his wife and
    three children, continued to reside under
    the paternal roof; the other a boy of
    sixteen, who had shrunk into the amill to
    e tvation, as we drove up to the
    house door, ‘These, with Mr, and Mrs.
    Reynolds and two hired servants, eonsti-
    tuted the household in which L was to pass
    six or cight weeks, It was no marvel
    that I felt homesick, as hour after hour
    went by, and the whirl of the mill-wheel,
    the distant shouts of the older children,
    the ery of a babe, and the cackle of a hen
    who seemed never tired of exulting over a
    newly-luid egg, were the only sounds that
    refreshed my ears, while not asonl ap-
    proached my room, Regarding these us
    samples of rural enjoyments, I looked for
    ward, with a sinking heart, to the weari-
    some days in reserve for me betore the
    term of my seclusion should be completed.
    The lower rim of the great, fiery san at
    touched the western ridge of moun-
    tains, and I seized my hat, resolved upon
    following the windings of the stream,
    making it amy de in the exploration ol
    the valley, the ities of which had ren-
    dered even my prosale father eloquent.

    I s passing the mill just there—do
    you see that tall clump of grass? IT eould
    ay my hand upon that very spot—when
    the sound of music within checked my steps.
    A clear, powerinl bass voice was singing
    the pretty little trifle entitled, * Nathalie,
    the Maid of the Mill.” You have heard it,
    perhaps, TIneyer did until then, Ever
    sinee, the rushing beat of that old wheel
    has kept time to it in any imagination,
    Hark !if it does not!

    “Down the stream, as cheerily
    Beside the mill we row,
    Where the echoes merrily
    Their playful chorus throw,
    Tra, la, la, la,

    To the pretty Nathalie
    A passing draught we fill;
    Swecetly sings she there,
    Where tic tae, tie tac,’ goes the mill.

    There is nothing worth remembering in
    either words or music, you see; a tripping,
    sing melody, such as any country ee
    100] master might teach his pupils
    ecute with tolerable suecess, Jsut the
    hat I heard had neither the rustic
    drawlnortwang. It was sonorous, round,
    pure, and the words were eccentuated as
    no district schoolmaster could ever do him-
    self, much less train others to imitate,
    So, as L have said, my feminine curiosi-
    ty got the better of my prudence, and 1
    halted—nay, more—I leaned forward tar
    enough to obtain a view of the interior of
    the building. ‘The whole of the lower floor
    was taken up by one large room, lighted
    by four windows, ‘There were rows of
    plethoric sacks along one wall; the great
    cylinder beam, such as 1 had seen in my
    unele’s inill, was turning in the middle,
    and on cither side were the troughs slant-
    ing down from the upper floor, each with
    its stream of meal or flour pouring into the
    boxes below. ‘The tloor was covered with
    showy powder, which became yellow as
    gold dust where the sunshine fell across it
    through the western windows, and in the
    broad track of these beams, the air was
    full of glittering motes. ‘There was a back
    door, looking out upon the river, and
    against the post of this stood the unknown
    i an, He was dressed in white—a

    trowsers, with straw hat—such attire asa
    gentleman might assume in the country,
    yet which was not inconsistent with the
    occupation of a Miller who had some re-
    gard for his personal appearance, A
    Miller I decided him to be, at a second
    glance, for his curling beard, black by
    nature as arayen’s wing, wassilvered with
    the white dust that lay everywhere, and
    he was the only tenant of the building.
    The river danced and glowed behind
    him; the sunlight stretched to his feet, and
    the wheel beat an accompaniment to his
    roundelay; and T stood without, spell-
    bound, like a silly village-maid who had
    never heard a fine voice or seen a hand-
    some man before. For he was handsome,
    my dear! Ihave seen him since, when the
    glamour of a girl’s fervid taney no longer
    invested him with a robe of its own weav-
    ing, and [ say, dispassionately and frank-
    ly, that Th: y, ever, seen amore
    splendid specimen of manhood, He was
    tull and deep of chest, erect in cariage,
    and ebon-haired and @)
    This much | had remarked, when an im-
    pertinent swallow swooped across the Lront

    | sunshine upon the floor caused the
    |to tuge
    door, and the swilt shadow cast 4 the
    niller

    ane Speak O1our uncle?”

    * You wish to be weighed, I suppose!’
    ‘he said, in a civil tone, as if the service he
    jimagined T required were a part of his ap-
    pointed busine

    And, luckily recalling a remark whieh
    the farmer had made to my futher at Jun-
    cheon time, relating to my supposed avoir-
    dupois and the grain in flesh he anticipated
    for ne in the course of six weeks subsis-
    tence pon fresh milk and new-laid eggs,
    Thad the wit to reply, ** Yes,if you please t"

    without blushing more than was beÂąOming,
    and to walk boldly into the mill, I had

    never been weighed before in my life, and
    I cannot but smile now, as I remember
    what a nervous aperation I felt it to be;
    how my limbs shook under me as I stood
    upon the platform of the seales, and what
    very shadowy ideas I had as to what num-
    ber of pounds I was likely to tarn out,

    ** 120!" uttered the miller, who had not
    participated in my flutter of feeling, but
    had borne himself with the utmost equin-
    imity through the scene.

    (To be concluded in or next.)

    The Working Women of England.

    At the last social science Congress Kail
    Shiultbury says: :
    “T appeal to you on behalf of 1,000,000
    children, woman, and young persons, still
    under the slavery of cruel and oppressive
    trades, who are, ut this hour without the
    vile of legislative protection, But while
    lenve the Peano I must dwell for #
    moment on the abomination of the brick-
    fieldS. Let the hardest heart that can be
    found in England yisit those spots, and if
    he be not moved, he must at least be
    ashamed of his sex and of his country.
    There the female seems to be brought to
    the lowest point of servile ignorance and
    degradation, Hundreds of little girls, fron
    eight to eleven years of age, half-naked,
    and so besmeared with dirt as to be barely
    distinguishable from the soil they stand on,
    » put to work in these abode of oppres-
    sion, Bearing burdens of clay on their
    heads and in their arms, they totter, to
    and tro, during many hours of toil. When
    I spoke to them, they either remained
    hast with astonishment, or ran away
    paAMing us though some eyil spirit had
    Appeared to them. I could not restrain
    my indignation, nor can I now, at this
    wicked seorn of female rights, this wicked
    waste of female excelleney and yirtue,
    Mothers and wives they can never be in
    the high and holy sense of those words;
    and yet were they trained to decency and
    truth, might there not be found some to
    equal the priceless heroism of Lady Baker,
    or the Christlan intellect of Mrs. Stowe.”
    Ile describes the condition of the people
    engaged in several other employments as
    equally deplorable,

    A Girl nine years old shoots a Robber

    (rom the Quachita (La.) Telegraph, Nov. 1)

    Few funilies haye ever been placed in
    such circumstances as that of Mr. Cush-
    mun’y, on Thurday night last, to be reliey-
    ed so unexpectedly and by such an exhi-
    bition of heroisin and self-possession as we
    about to record, Some time about
    i main was aroused by

    nl dog. Getting out
    of bed suid seizing a repeater which was at
    the head of her bed, she w: vaiting de-
    ypments When the noise ofa whispering
    heard, ln a tew seconds efforts were
    being made at three ditferent windows to
    burst open the blinds. Mars. Cushman
    twice endeavored to discharge the repeat-
    er through one of the blinds, but it retused
    to fire, Della, alittle daughter, nine years
    old, had in the meantime been aroused,
    and she lad gathered the other of the two
    repeaters which had been placed at the
    head of the bed. While her mother was
    exchauging her refractory weapon tor a
    shot gun which was in’ the roum, little
    Dell had taken her stand at one of the
    windows,—They were too slow for little
    Deila, so forcing the muzzle between the
    folding blinds and guessing at her aim, she
    fired, ‘Lhe robber had received his re-
    ward. Grows and mutterings took the
    place of busy preparatious to rob, and pro-
    bably otherwise outrage a peaceable fumi-
    ly, ‘Lhe robbers gathered around their
    wounded companion and bore him off, it
    is not known whether dead or alive. Un-
    ‘ tely it is not known who the
    : ven their color isunknown,

    —One of the first
    questions a stranger asks in this city is,
    ‘how many wives has Brigham Young?”
    Ile says himsell, I believe, that he does
    not know, as he has been * sealed” to very
    many who are the wives of other men, It
    is generally supposed. however, that he
    has at least upwards of twenty, and many
    say double thisnumber, Ilis children are,
    on the same suthority, stated to number
    about one hundred girls and eighty boys.
    Ueber B, Kimball contesses to * about six-
    ty children.” Brigham is getting to be
    quite an old tian, and on his death an in-
    teresting question is likely to arise concern-
    ing: the division of his property, said to be
    very large, ‘The children of his extra
    wives could scarcely be considered heirs
    inalegal sense, ‘The death of about a
    dozen of these Mormon olticials would
    make more widows and orphans than a
    good sized battle, and mourning goods
    will Strely 1 in yalue when Brigham
    dies.—Lelter from Salt Lake,

    Briguamw’s Wry

    A SincuLak Custom Is Spa The sin-
    gular formality with which executions in
    Spain are accompanied, has just tak en
    place in’ Madrid, Tn this instance the
    criminal was a young man, an engraver,
    named Sanz, who had been arrested for
    pirticipations in the events of June last.
    Phe gendarme who fulfilled that: mission
    uppers to bave acted with a certain bru-
    tality; and Sanz, on being acquitted re-
    solved to tuke revenge, and Lying in wait
    for the other, stabbed him to the heart,
    Being arrested and tried he was condemn.
    ed to die by the garrote, and the senteneo
    was carried outa few days back.—Atter
    the executioner has performed his offence
    in Spain, he is surrounded by gendarmes,
    loaded with chains and taken to prison,
    and thence betore an examing magistrate,
    when the following dialogue takes glace ;

    “You are accused of having taken the life
    | ofamuan.” ‘ Yes,” answers the exeeution-

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Summerside Journal -- 1866-12-06 -- Page 1
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