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THE ART TONSORIAI I am pleased to inform the citizens of Or nngeburg and vicinity that i have opened a Barber Shop, over the Store of Captain Brigg niann, v/here I am ready to serve them in my profession, which consists of Hair Cutting. Shaving, Shampooing. Hair-dressing and such other work a* belongs to the tonsorial art. I ?k trial. JOHN ROBINSON, may l-3mo DR. T. BERWICK LEG A RE, D E N T A J, S IJ R G E O N , Graduate, Baltimore College Dental Surgery. Oficc, Market street, Over Store qf J. A. JTumUtun leb 11 Individuality. Ayo! march to thlno'own music, oh ! my heart. Let not thy neighbor beat the time for thee: Nor friend nor foe, whoever he may be, Make thee to halt, or quicken, or depart From thy true self. He bravely what thou art. What though cold scorn thy harmony ag grieves, And malice smite thee with envenomed dart? They are but icicles on life's broad caves; Which steady sunshine cannot fail to thaw. And in the magic crucible of Time They may transmuted be, by Love's great law, To something pure and noble and sublime. Then bent, oh, heart. Unswervcd, thy throbs renew, To truth be faithful ; to the right be true. CAUGHT IN HER OWN TRAP. UY 8YLVANUS COUB, JR. Ellen Lamprey and Clara Edgerton were walking slowly along a vine-em bowered path in Newport. The latter was moody and thoughtful, while the former was watchful of all that trans pired about her. By and by a gentle man entered the path not far in advance und approached them. Ellen saw him; but Clara did'not. "Here?let us step into this arbor. O! what beautiful flowers. Bee!" And thus speakings Ellen Lamprey rather dragged than led her companion into the arbor. The gentleman pnsscd, and there was a cloud upon his brow. Something had evidently wrought unpleasantly upon his feelings. Ellen marked the fact, and an exultant expression flashed up into her face. She had accomplished her object. The gentleman was Wallace Tarkcr, a young gentleman of good family, whose father had recently died intestate. The elder Parker had once been wealthy ; but a financial crash hail swept away his for tune, and hurried himself to the grave.? So Wallace had entered upon the prac tice of the Law, and won struggling hard to earn name and fame in his own right Weary and faint from hard study, he had come down to Newport to recuperate; but he could not stny long, for he had not the means. In happier days, when ho had been prospective heir of half a .nillion, he had often met Clara Edgerton, and had learned to luve her, though no words of love had ever been spoken. In fact, they had been almost two young then to seriously venture upon such a topic. But they were older now. Wallace was four and twenty, and Clara only five years younger. And now they had met agnin?he tinder the cloud of misfortune, when she held in her own right a fortune greater than that which his father had i lost. Is it a wonder that a hundred men, young and old, paid especial court to Clara Edgerton ? And is it a wonder that a man like Wallace Parker, should have been backward in claiming her es pecial notice? 1 Ellen Lamprey had no heart to love; [ but she fancied Wallace Parker; she had penetration enough to see that he. was a bettor man than were most of those to whom the ladies of fashion paid court; and, furthermore, sho saw the possibili ties ho would surmount, and could look forward to the bright career that he was opening before him. She was a crafty girl and calculating. She could not hopo to entrap a wealthy lover who was young and handsome; bo she meant to entrap Wallace Parker, if Bhe could. Sho knew that there had been an intimacy between him und Clara in the other times, and she could very plainly seo that their hearts yearned toward each other still, however much the young lawyer himself may have been in tho dark. She had a game to play. Sho know very well that Wal lace had come out into the garden in the hope of meeting Clara. She had not only prevented the meeting, but she had made it appear to the gentleman that the lady had purposely avoided hint. "I declare!?there goes Wallace Par ker, und he didn't oven honor us with n salute!" cried Ellen, after the young man had passed. Clara started and looked up and pres ently said: "Ho has no heart for anything but his profession." "And ho will not need to stick tc his profession a long time before he can re sume his old stand in society," suggested Ellen. "Yes; yes." It was all Chra an swered ; nnd she was again thoughtful. That evening Ellen Lamprey met Wallace Farker upon the verandah, and he offered her his arm. He could do no less, seeing that ehe had Bought his side. Ellen adroitly led the conversation un til it touched upon Clara Edgcrton. "By the way, Mr. Parker, I had al ways thought that you and Miss Edgcr ton were good friends." "I trust we arc friends still," returned the gentleman in a low, hopeful tone. "I had thought so," resumed the plot--, ter, "until she avoided you to-day in the garden. And I should not have thought so much of that if she had not, when wo were alone, spoken? But I had better keep my own counsel." "Wallace Parker was human, nnd he wished to know what Clara Edgcrton had said of him. At length, with much apparent reluctance, Ellen told him. "She said you had no heart." "What! Did Clara Edgcrton say that?" "Yes. And she said you would have to stielt to your profession a long time before you could regain the position you had lost in society." "Ol 1 had not thought that of her \ But what clso could I expect? Bah! they am a cold heartless set!" "You do not mean that Miss Edgcr ton is cold and heartless !" "She is under the influence.' She roust be, she must be,kor .she would not have spoken those words." "Well, well," said Ellen, with a light laugh, "she is very soon to bo under a new influence. She goes from here to be married to Mr. Hapgood." "To Giles Hapjjotd?" "Yes; the banker." "Aud worth a million 1" added Ellen significantly. And new triumph was in the sparkle of her eye when she saw Wallace Parker's lip curl with derision, and saw scorn and contempt in his every feature. During the forenoon of tho following day Ellen Lamprey observed Clara Ed gcrton and Giles Uupgood, out in one of the foot-paths, walking very cosily, arm in-ann, and apparently engaged in very' earnest conversation. She hunted up Wallace Parker nnd brought him out on the balcony that lie might see it. He did sec it, and his look plainly showed that he was unhappy ; and Ellen Lam prey fancied that ho looked to her for sympathy; that his heart was warming toward her ns it shrank from love of Clara. She determined to lo^e no time. During the afternoon oftbat same day Ellen drew Clara out into the garden, and after a light run of by-play she care fully introduced the subject of Wallace Parker. "Ho will not remain here much lon ger," she said ; "and for one I am glad of it. 1 can endure almost anything better than treachery." 1 "Treachery !?nnd on the part of Wal lace Parker ?" "Yes." "What do you mean, Ellen ?" "Since it has conic to this, Clara, I will speak plainly. I accepted Mr. Parker's proffered arm upon the verandah last evening. Wo spoke of you. I had sup posed that you were on tho most friendly terms; but judge of my surprise, when ho announced to me, in direct and unquali fied terms, that you were cold and heart less!" "Did Wallace Parker say that ?" The voice was startled and quivering. "Yes; and 1 expostulated. But he persisted. He said that you were throw ing yourself away under the very worst of influences." "O, Ellen, I cannot, believe that Mr. Parker spoke soberly." A brilliant idea Btruck the plotter. She would make a bold move. "My dear Clara," she said, "in order that you may know exactly how he can speak of you, suppose you boar him for yourself? If you will take your seat in this arbor this evening I will lead Wal lace Parker this way, and he shall speak as he pleases in your hearing." At first Clara Edgerton refused to lis ten to the proposition ; but after a time she surrendered. She did really wish to know if Wallace Parker disliked her. The blow would be a cruel one ; but she had better know the truth, even at the worst. So she finally said that she would be in the arbor at nine o'clock. Ellen Lamprey had no doubt of her success. She had so far won upon Par ker, that ho was ready at any time to 1 wait upon her at her bidding, and she j fijlt sure, if she could lend him to the garden, that sho could draw from him bitter words against Clara. But one of her most potent weapons was to be wrenched from her without her knowl edge. That evening, sauntering out upon the driveway after tea, he* met Giles Hap good, and the banker was muttering and cursing to himself. "Eh ! Hapgood ? what on earth is the matter ? Stocks down ?" "Down flat!' returned Hapgood, ral lying. "Have you lost heavily ?"' "I have lost heavily, and for all time." "I am sorry." Presently the banker looked up with a grim smile. "It isn't money, Parker. O, no, not quite so bnd as that. I fancied this af ternoon, that I had lost my heart; but I guess I shall find it again. You can vUCep a secret?*' '?The secret of a friend is with me a sacred trust." "Then, my boy, I'll tell you frankly? Clara Edgorton ha3 refused my baud!" '?Refused you?" "Aye ; and that isn't the worst of it. When 1 asked her why she had allowed me to bask in the sunlight of her smiles, she f?'U to weeping, und begged of me to forgive her. She said sho had sought protection under my care as she wjuld have sought it at the hands of a lather! Egad! think of it! What a cut, eh?" "But she was honest." "So she was, my boy. She clung to me?-taking shelter under my gray hairs? so she might escape the persecution of at tention from the hundred-and-one ful ,some flatterers that hovered around her. This afternoon I could have cursed her; but now 1 can only curse my own stupid ity, while 1 have come really to honor and respect the pure-hearted girl who was willing to place fo much confidence j in Giles Hapgood." The approach of another party inter rupted the conversation, and Wallace shortly afterward returned to the house, where Ellen Lamprcj met him upon the piazza. He would have avoided her, but she took his arm, and claimed him as her prisoner; and by and by she led him to the garden. Little dreamed she, as she prepared for the attack, what he had heard within the hour. When they had entered upon the flow er-flanked avenue Ellen spoke of Clara Edgerton. She spoke at first sympathiz ingly and lovingly, then pityingly, and then she gradually verged upon the con demnatory. The arbor was not far distant, and she must make the final stroke. This she did bj speaking of Clara's approaching marriage with Mr. Hapgood, at the same time adroitly working in t\ repetition of the story she had before told of the holy's harsh judgment of himself. The arbor was reached, nnd I'd leu stopped for her companion's reply. She felt sure it would be a bitter one. Wallace Parker took her hand, ajul looked down into her face. He had heard her words; but th y had not so much place in his mind as had other words which he had that evening heard from the lips of Giles Hapgood. "Miss Lamprey," he. said, slowly, nnd almost btcruly, "you and 1 had best come to an understanding at once. I am will ing to believe that you are mistaken* At all events, I will never believe that Miss Edgcrtou could willingly or inten tionally speak ill of me until I can hear and judge for myself. When you first told me what she had?" "O! Mr. Parker in mercy's name!" But Mr. Parker did not heed the inter ruption, "What Clara had said of mc, I was grieved ; b it I am sure you must have misunderstood her." Ellen Lamprey trembled like an aspen aud could not speak. Her companion continued: "Never, while I can help it, shall the bright vision of Clara Edgcrton, us a pure and blessed spirit of light, bo wres ted from me. As God is my judge, I believe her to bo incapable of deceit But, if she has faults, I do not wish to know them. I took her image into my soul years ago, and I wish to hold it there enshrined in purity. Had not dire misfortune come upon nie I would dare to go to her, and ask her if she despised me ; but now?now?" "She can speak without the asking!" sounded a voice from tho arch of the ar. bor. "O! Wallace?how blind you have been!?how blind ! And all these years I have had no heart, no love, that was not yours!" And Clara Edgcrton, advancing from the sheltering bower, gave her hand to Wallace Parker, and rested her head, upon his bosom; while Ellen Lamprey, almost bereit of sense, shrank away to to the house, her steps tottering and un certain, like unto the steps of one who was drunken with much wiue. On the very next morning, without her breakfast, Ellen Lamprey left New port. She could'not bear to witness the happiness of the pair she hud sought to part for ever asunder, nor did she care to remain after the story of the ridicu lou.i manner in which she had got caught in her own trap should have leaked out. In the joyous event which legitimately grew out from all this, Giles Hapgood did himself infinite credit and honor, lie demanded nnd received the privilege of acting as groomsman at the wedding. LOVE. ITS TRUE ESSENCE. One of those peculiarly interesting cases, a suit for breach of promise cf marriage, was recont'y tried before the Buffalo courts. From the evidence, it appears that the parties both live in or near Onondaga; that tho defendant had been a frequent visitor for about two years and a half at the house of the plain tiff,?a widow nearly ?? years of age, with throe children. It seems to have been the opinion of the friends of the plaintiff (nnd no doubt she thought so her self) that the defendant would marry her; but he from some unaccountable cause, a few months ago, suducnly discovered that ho loved another young lady better, und verified this belief a short time sinco by marrying that other lady. The follow ing is one of the tender epistles sent by the loving swain to his first love, and by her given to the court: My Dear M.?Every time I think of you my heart flops up and down like a churn-dasher. Sensations of unutterable joy caper over it like young goats on a stable roof, and thrill through it like Span ish needles through a pair of tow linen trousets. Asa gosling swimmcth in a mud puddle, so swim I in a sea of glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture thicker than the hairs of a blacking brush, and brighter than tho eyes of a humming bird's pin ions, visit me in my slumbers, and, borne on their invisible wings your image stands before me, nnd I reach out to grasp it, like a pointersnnpping at a bluebottle fly. When I first beheld your angelic perfec tions I was bewildered, nnd my brain whirled around like a bumble beo under a glass tumbler. My eyes stood open like the cellar doors in a country town, and 1 lifted up my ears to catch tho silvery accents of your voice. My tongue refus ed to wag, ami iu ail nt adoration 1 drank ia the sweet infection of love as a thirsty man swalloweth a tumbler of hot whiskey punch. Since the light of your face fell upon my life, I sometimes feel as if I could raise myself up by my bootstraps to the top of the church-steeple, and pull the bell rope for singing school. Wheu Aurora, blushing like a bride, rises fronl her saffron colored couch; when the jay 3 bird pipes his tuneful lay in the appletree by the spring house; when the chanti cleer's shrill clarion he.ra]dg the coming morn; when the awakening pig arisen from his bed and grunieth, and goeth fof his morning refreshmentsjwhen the drowsy beetle wheels its droning flight at sultry noontide; and when the lowing herds conn! home at milking time, I think of thee; and like a piece of gum elastic, my heart seems stretched clear across my bosom. Your hair is like the mane of a sorrel horse powdeicd with gold; and the brass pics skewered through your waterfall fill me with unbounded awe. Your fore-' head is smoother than the elbow of an old coat Your eyes are glorious to lief hold. In their liquid depths I see Ic* gions of little cupids bathing like x cohort of ants in an old army cracker. When their fire hit me upon my manly breast, it penetrated my whole anatomy, as a load of bird-shot through a rotten apple. Your nose is from a chunk of Parian marble, and your mouth is puck ered with sweetness. Nectar lingers on your lips like hpney *on a bears paw; ami myriads of unfledged kisses are* there* ready to fly out* and light somewhere* like blue-birds out^o^ their parent's nests. Your laugh rings in my ears like the' wild harp's strain, or the bleat of tho* stray iamb on the blea&hill-side. The* dimples on your cheeka^p like bowers' in beds of roses or hollows in cakes of home-made sugar. I am dying to fly to thy presence, ar.d pour out the burning: eloquence of Jove, as thrifty housewives pour out hot coffee. Away from you J. am as melancholy as a sick rat. Some times I can hear the June bugs of des-' pondency buzzing in my ears, and feel the cold lizards of despair crawling down my back. ? Uncouth fears, liko a thou sand minnows nibble at my spirits; and my soul is pierced with doubh? like an old cheese is bored with skippers. My love for you ia stronger than the smell of Coffey's patent butter, or the kick of a young cow, ai.d more unselfish than a kitten's first caterwaul. As a s-jng bird hankers for tho light of day, the cautions mouse for the fresh bacon in the trap, as a mean pup hankers for new milk, so I long for thee. You* are fairer than a speckled pullet, Bweeter than Yankee doughnut fried in sorghum molasses, brighter than a topknot plumage on tho head of a muscovy duck. You are sweetened toddy al'.ogether. If these few remarks will enable you to so 3 the inside of my soul, and me to win your affection, I shall be as happy as a wood pecker on a cherry tree, or a stage horse in a green pasture. If you cannot reciprocate my thrilling passion, I will pine away from a flourishing vine of life and untimely branch; and in coming years, when the shadows grow from the hills and tho philo8ophical frog sings his cheerful even ing hymns, you, happy in another's love, come and drop a tear and catch a cold upon the last resting place of Yours affectionately H. The jury returned a verdict for the plaintiff, with 8500 damage, Bgju The highest trustworthy produce of milk on record, is that of a cow, which for 8 consecutive years produced 9720 gallons, or at the rate of 1210 gallons per annum. In one year she was milked 328 days and gave 1230 gallons, which made 540 pounds of butter, or at the rate of 1 lb. of butter to 22$ lbs. of milk. This beats the Vt. cow of 1800, reported to have produced 504 lbs. of butter, aver aging 1 lb. of butter to 20 lbs. of milk.? [Extract from Secretary Xlippert's Re port to Ohio Board of Agriculture. "Excuse my gloves," is an unnecessary apology, for the gloves should not be withdrawn to shake hands.