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VOLUME!. SAUK CENTRE, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1867. NUMBER 91. - PUBLISHED EVERT THTTRSDAT MORKING, .A-t Sank Centre, Minn., BY J. H. & 8. SIMONTON. US- Office corner Third and Seventh streets, one block West of the Sauk Centre House. Subscription t TWO DOLLARS A YEAR IN ADVANCE. Rules of Advertising: |lw 2"w | 3 w 13m |6m | ly 1 Square |100 125| 150| 350| 600|10 00 2 1150 200| 250| 4 00 | 8 00 115 00 3 " |2 00 2 75 | 3 50 | 5 50 | 10 00 | 18 00 14 column |8 00 4 00 | 5 00 1 7 00 | 12 00 | 20 00 A " |500 6 60 J 8 00 | 10 00 | 20 00 | 40 00 i " ' |800 | 1000 112 00 | 20 00 | 40 00 j75 09 Legal advertisements 75 cents per square for the first Insertion, and 8TA cents per square for each subsequent, insertion. Special place advertisements Inserted at rates agreed upon. ■ Yearly advertisers to pay quarterly. Strangers must pay in advance, or give satisfactory reference. JOB PRINTING of all kinds executed on short notice in the best style. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. X, B". MINEB. Mlimer4 H. WHEN. & WremJ Attorneys and Counselors at Law, Notaries Public and Conveyancers, Special attention given to proceedings in Bankruptcy in the United States Courts. Saute Centre, - - Minnesota. Office over the Post Office. R. B. R. PALMER, PHYSICIAN & SURGEON. SB?- Residence near the Mill, Sauk Centre. ""©& H. L. GOBDON. L. W. COLLINS. C ©llixis, Gordon <§c Attorneys St. Cloud, Stearns' County, Minnesota Kff" Particular attention given to business In adjoining counties. ILLLAM J. PARSONS, ' ATTORNEY AT LAW, Saint Germaine street, over Burbank Bros., St. Cloud, Minnesota. R. T. SDSON, 1 Attorney at La war Notary Fubliu. E'Jteon ■ Office over' :Uli eitT Htc Business. Prop' Fan ni n g"LaTP ts ■commission. CHAS. WALKER, 1 Attorney at Law. fc Walker, Store on Third street, Sbs aiTO. Lois, Farms, , bought and sold on kinu called i I fact that our facilities for Bia- m-iptioii papers and lor locating uiiil entering Government Land with Cash, Karip or Land Warrants, are unsurpassed by any offlce. west of St. Cloud. A large assortment of Town Plots for the use of seekers of Claims oi) hand and kept constantly.sorrect- •ed by correspondence with the Land Office. "WeJjawe iri our hands for sale some of the fluestEarms anil -Funning Lands in this upper count jy. -BUSINESS CARDS. MIN EH,, i>in -Ihsth ■a.-£E,B2.e e - .A-gent, Sank. Centre, - '- - - Minnesota.' iopresents' the soundest and most reliable Fire,.. Life, and Accident Insurance Companies of the Eastern and "Western Slates. Office over the Post Office, WARD DREBLOW, OaTbisnct !M!sa.ls:ei*, Main street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Keeps constantly on hand a complete stock of Furniture, Coffins, <fec. All orders will receive prompt attention. "v fXJLLIARD SALOON, N4 A. DE GROAT, Proprietor. Third street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Has first class Phelan & Collender Billiardj Tables. Choice Wines, Liquors, Ale, Porter and, Cigars. w. \d. WHITEFIELD, TJP IN THE BARN. Old Farmer Joe steps through the doors, As wide to him as the gates of Thebes; And thoughtful walks about the floors Whereon are piled his winter stores, And counts the profits of his glebes. Ten tons of timothy up there, And four of clover in the bay; Red-top that's cut, well middling fair; And bins of roots, oblong and square, To help efcgjcmt the crops of hay. A dozen hebS of cattle stand Reflective in the leaf-strewn yard; And stalks are stacked On every hand, The latest offering of the land To labor long maintained and hard. Cart loads of pumpkins yonder He, ICY"' The Horse is feeding in his stall. The oats are bundled scaffold high, And peas and-beans are heaped hard by, As if there was some festival. At length Old Farmer Joe sits down— A patch across each of his knees; He crowds his hat back on his crown, Then clasps his hands so hard and brown, And, like a farmer, takes his ease. 44 How fast the flying years do go! It seems, in fact, but yesterday, That In this very-barn we three— David, Ezekiel and me— Pitched in the summer loads of hay! David—he. sallshis clipper now, And 'Zeikle died in Mexico; Some one must stay and drive the, plow, Get up the horse and milk the cow. And who, of course, but little Joe ? I might have been—I can't tell what; . • "Who knows about it till he tries ? I might have settled in some spot Where money is more easy got; Perhaps beneath Pacific's skies. I might have preached like Parson Jones; Or got a living at the law; I might have gone to Congress, sure; I might have kept a Water Cure; I might have gone and been—oh, psnaw! Far better is it as it is, "What future waits him no man knows; What he "has got, that sure is his: It makes no odds if stocks have riz, Or politicians come to blows. Content Is rich, and somethin' more, • I think I've heard somebody say; If it rains It's apt to pour; And I am rich on the barn floor, Where all is mine that I can raise. I've plowed and.mowed this dear old farm, Till not a rod but what I know; I've kept the old folks snug and warm, And lived without a twinge of harm, I don't care how the storm may blow. And on this same old farm I'll stay, And raise my cattle and my corn; Here shall these hairs turn wholly gray; These feet shall never learn to stray; But I will die where I was born." And Farmer Joe pulled down his hat, And stood upon his feet once more; He would not argue after that, But, like a born aristocrat, Kept on his walk about the floor. —[Thomas Dockland. & mt\ tottjj. LUTE TAYLOR WRIXBTH TO JOB ELWBLI.. A Grand Letter on Sundry Subjects. Prbscott, September 12,1867. Joe :—-Years ago, not many in •House &, fSigjzi l?aisiit<er, raining, Glazing, Paper Hanging, &c, done with neatness and on reasonable terms. Work warranted equal In quality to that. r rreed upon or no charges made. -Kg- Paint K hop next door to Thomas & Co's. Sauk Centre, Minn., June. 5,1867. TOHN CHRISTGATJ, ' Boot «Sc Shoe Maker, Main Street, Sauk Centre, Minn., A complete stock of Boots and Shoes kept constantly on hand, and made to order on short notice. Good fits warranted. Repairing promptly done, at reasonable prices. All kinds of Shoemaker's Tools for sole. LAND OFFICE & REAL ESTATE AGENCY. N. H. Miner, * Lands sold on commission. Farms com- fiosed of Prairie, Meadow and Timber Land Br sale. Persons desiring to enter Land, with Cash, Scrip or Land Warrants, or to file Pre- Emption claims, can do so at my office and avoid the time and expense of a trip to St. Cloud. •tOfSee over the Post Office, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. ;T> P. EDSON S-Niijj,. Is Agent for sound and reliable FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENTAL .LIFE AND '"LTy-B STOCK INSURANE COMPANIES. •He insures Live Stoek against Death and Theft, in the Hartford Live Stock Insurance Company—the soundest ana only reliable lose Stock Company on this continent. Dear Joe :—-Years ago, time, but ages in great events, just when the storm-cloud of War had sent a few great bloody drops to herald its terrible coining, I, storm-stayed in a little town in the far off East, wrote you a long and friendly letter, full of the dreams of the youthful hope, the am-'' bition of early manhood, and vague phophecies of events to come. Years later, when the battle-storm had passed—when the Draft, strong as Destiny and terrible as Doom, no longer thrust its insatiate hand into.trembling households—when Peace gilded with heavenly light the ruins grim'-visaged "War had left—when the Good Cause had triumphed, : and the great Victory was won, and you, wearing the honored blue, had safely returned, and, leaving the Star, whose light was replenished [by your, -pen/you went to a wider field of labor in that fair, .city which is the pride of Western Wisconsin—then I Wrote you again, of trials past, of burdens borne, of hopes whose fruition seemed sure and near. —To-day, Joe, I would write you again, on lighter and pleasanter themes,] and I write you for I know that your ■thoughts will run in sympathy with mine, and though our friendship may not be as fervent as of .old, it is none the less faithful and firm. Time hides Many things, Joe, and the feeling.whieh leaped to tho lip in youth, in manhood lies silent and strong in the heart. And then, I may be garrulous, Joe, as Thought and Memory pile the material before me, and if, to any tired reader, I grow tedious in length, or crude in thought, or weak in expression, the remembrance that these words are written to you, and not to him, will nick off the sharp edge of his critieism, and shield me from Jhis reproof. Ten Years ! Ten years is a long time, Joe, in this hurrying, Western life of ours. Ten years of hope and fruition, ten years of thought and toil, ten years of faithful endeavor and crowned achievement, are more than fall to the lot of most. It is now ten years, and a trifle more, Joe, since you lit the Star to guide your readers, and I opened the Journal to record the deeds of mine. I know that I can judge your feelings by my own, and that we turn over those early leaves with mingled feelings of love, and of Wonder at our boyish enthusiasm. How paltry seem now the local strifes which engaged all our energies then. And those "leaders," written with such labor, revised with such care, and published with such pride—those "leaders" which we thought fortified by logic, laden with truth and winged with power—those " leaders" which were to compel conviction, and win the reader by irresistible force to our opin-j ion—how dead and lifeless they look now. We laugh at them now, Joe, as no ekmbt our wiser readers did then, and if occasionally we find in them a feeling that is real, a thought that is true, an argument that was based on immutable principle, and so stands firm to-day, we almost wonder at it, and then fall to wondering whether what we write now will look thin and vapid to us by and by. After all, does not the best editor make the most selections,. Joe ? And this leads me to thinking, that in those early days, you and I were political antagonists, and battled . each other's heresies with all the power we could put into type. But in the flaming crucible of war—-that crucible which burned up prejudice and parti- zanship and left only Patriotism unscathed—in the white heat of that trial time when slavery, and caste, and compromise were burned together, and from their ashes Freedom rose resplendent with holy light—in that time our differences melted away, and to-day, thank God, we are Radicals together. A Radical 1 I like the word, Joe. There is something inoisiveanddecided about it. It rings out like a challenge. It stirs the blood. It bodes disaster to throned wrong, to antiquated opinions, to bloodless and unrighteous law. It enters the sepulchre of Truth as the Angel entered the sepulchre of Christ— it rolls away the stone and lets the awakened and imprisoned thought go free. Radicalism is not a mad destroyer, but a wise builder. It keeps even step with the march of Mind and the growth of Man. It weaves Beauty into use, forms Justice into Law. ■ And in this conflict-of opinion between a wise radicalism and a blind adherence to an outgrown Past—between the New, radiant and strong, and the Old, darkened and dim with the mists of error—in this conflict it is no mean honor to bear a faithful part. The sword is not as strong as speech, and thought gains victories which force could never win. In Homer's Epic, the great Achilles is stronger with silver tongue than his shining spear, and in the grand verse of Milton, Satan towers greater even in council than in war. We are humble workers in the great field, but it is just matter for pride to be a Radical, and of pleasure so to write it day by day. But a truce to these themes, Joe, upon which we write as a part of our toil. Let us talk of something more personal, perhaps more pleasant. We have had many pleasant trips together, but none more so than that ride on the locomotive from Milton to Madison. The engineer, Mr. E. Thompson, of Madison, was courteous and pleasant, the track was fine, the day was perfect, the country beautiful; and so, with the mild airs blowing around us, we sped through the lovely land like spirits through space. I know not what you were thinking of, with your hat drawn close to your eyes, but to me it seeped as though we were goinS through an enchanted land, as if the ties that bound us to human interests were sundered, and the slim rails stretched out into infinitude, and the sun would never set—and so we go on and on, through an ever varying but never ending panorama of beauty—an eternal picture of peace. Did you ever think, Joe, what a wonderful thing a locomotive is? What power I What obedience 1 Terrible in strength, it obeys the lightest touch of its driver, and springs like lightning from a cloud, or settles into calm repose obedient to Ms will. As our driver would take hie hand from the rein, and turn to talk with us, I watched to see the fiery courser elude his vigilance, and spring unconvrolled away. But no I Faithful to its task, it sped swiftly and steadily on. Striking a line of perfect track our driver asked : " Would you like me to give her a turn for a mile or two ?" Of course we would. A touch here and there—Gogs ! how she flew I " By Chaos! this is gallant sport A league at s very breath." Did I ever tel you, Joe, that I always had a passion to be a railroad engineer ? Like many other passions, it will probably never nndfulnllment, but I never look except wife awe and admiration on the quiet men who run the great rushing trains. Did you ever see a great Lightning Expwss rushing through the darkness, makiig the dark night lurid with its glare, aid the earth groan under its thunderiig tread,—did you ever think of the immeasurable hopes, and loves and interests, of the strong men, the sweet Women\ and the little children, all dearer than, life to somebody, and then think that the issue of life or death for them ail -was in the eare of that sleepless engineer, lis single hand controlling the power, that, rushing like an angry god to batte, dragged after it all that precious loarl of life ? And danger will come. Every engineer expects it—meets it. There are supreme moments in his lfe when he lives through an eternity of feeling. No time for thought. Deafa to himself and'to those in his charge,meets him face to face and glares triumphantly in his eye. But Death meets arisye steady- as his own. The body is oi nerve; thought is rapid as the will o\ God; the steady hand obeys the impeious will; the awful moment is passed; the train is saved ; the hero is a man agin, master of the great throbbing moister beneath and before him, greater tian that —master of himself. Such noments come in the life of almost ever engineer. —My pen is arrested, Joe, «nd my thought involuntarily turns to another theme. As I wrote these closing words, a friend of other days, but for whom friendship is now shorn of respect, and has only pity left, came to me and asked for a trifling sum to buy strong drink. 44 Oh! It was pitiful." With a heart naturally noble, a mind active and strong a gentleman, a ready writer, a pleasant friend, he had gone to disgrace with fearful rapidity; and wrecked, broken, desolate and damned, he plead for a pittance with which' to buy another draught of forgetfulness, delirium and death. I read too, to-day of the miserable death of Ex-Senator McDougal—the quenching of that splendid intellect, which in his life was strong enough to strike through the foggiest fumes of Alcohol, and the brilliance of whose lustre put the most abstemious scholar to blush. O, the fatal mastery of habit! It steals upon its victim with noiseless tread and binds him with chains softer than silk and stronger than steel. Once in the charmed circle of its insiduous influence, and the strong man is like sleeping Sampson in the lap of Delilah. He sleeps in fancied security in the lap of Indulgence, Habit has stolen resolution from his soul, and then awakes to a terrible consciousness of his degredation, but powerless to retrieve his lost estate. No position or attainments are a safeguard against tho wiles of habit, and intellect of a lofty order seems rather to invite than repel its destructive mastery. If there is on earth a sight sadder and more terrible than all else, it is to see the liquor-charred] remnant of a once great man, -groping in delirium in death's dark door, with hell-born horrors peopling the brain where once ■Swelled pure affections and regal thought. —But let us turn from this picture of perdition to one of peace. The sunlight lies lovingly on hillside and valley ; the forest, the lake and the river jare rich in its golden light. The sum-- mer.has gone—the Autumn has come, and the few first frosts which have tinged the verdure with warning of coming chills, are like the few light hairs which are creeping into our own locks of brown, the harbinger of- coming age. The Autumn is the richest of all the seasons. All others are but a preparation for this. This is the time of crowned achievements, of ripened fullness, of perfected growth. And our own lives, Joe, like the yew, are in their fullness. Though young yet, we have doubtless " As far from childhood's morning come, As to the graves forgetful night." and in the descent, the years will surely seem shorter than when we climbed up on boyhood's side. There are few things in life sadder to see than a man who . has failed. Not " failed" for lack of money, which may. be won again, but Whose hope, and courage and faith have failed, who sees the prizes he has toiled for eluding his grasp, the hopes he has cherished fading into nothingness, and thus nerveless and purposeless, drifting on the tide| of life, driven by every wind, and buffeted by every wave. We have not failed, Joe, for we have not played high stakes in the game of life. We have not reached for the great prizes which Fame holds glitteringly before restless Ambition's eager eyes. We shall not reach for them now, Joe, but cheerily go on like a mariner on summer seas, and when the end shall come, and the objects of life 44 Are taken from us by a little mist. And all the world Is vanished" we shall hope to . " reach the happy isles."' Trusting, dear Joe, that this letter may not be like the one Don Juan's mother gave him, 14 Of good advice, (he never read it,)"-*• . I am and hope for many years to be, Yours, L. aA.. T. THS VOLUNTEER COUNSEL. John Taylor was licenced,' When a youth of twenty-one, to practice at the bar. He was poor, but well educated, and possessed extraordinary genius. He married a beauty who afterwards deserted him for another. On the 9th of April, 1840, the court-, house in Clarksville, Texas, was crowded to overflowing. An exciting case was,to be tried. George Hopkins, a wealthy planter, had offered a gross insult to Mary Ellison, the young and beautiful wife of his overseer. The husband threatened to chastise him for the outrage, when Hopkins went to Ellison's house and shot him in his door. The murderer was arrested and bailed, to answer the charge. This occurrence produced great excitement, -and Hopkins in order to turn the tide of indignation had circulated reports against her character, and she sued him for slander. Both suits were pending— for slander and murder. The interest became deeper when it was known that Ashley and Pike of Arkansas, and S. S. Prentiss of New Orleans, by enormous fees, had been retained to defend Hopkins. Hopkins was acquitted. The Texas lawyers were overwhelmed by their opponents. It was a fight of a dwarf against giants. The slander suit was for the 9th, and the throng .of spectators grew in numbers as in excitement. Public opinion was setting in for Hopkins; his money had procured witnesses who served his powerful advocates. When the slander case was called, Mary Ellison was left without an attorney—all had withdrawn. " Have you no counsel ?" inquired Judge Mill, looking kindly on the plaintiff. " No sir; they have all deserted me, and I am too poor to employ any more," replied the beautiful Mary, bursting into tears. " In such a case, will not some chivalrous member of the profession volunteer?" said the Judge, glancing round the bar. The thirty lawyers were silent. " I will, your honor," said a voice from the thickest part of the crowd, behind the bar. At the sound of that voice many started—it was so unearthly, sweet and mournful. The first sensation was changed into laughter when a tall, gaunt, spectral figure elbowed his way through the crowd, and placed himself within the bar. His clothes looked so shabby that the court hesitated to let the case proceed under his management. " Has your name been entered on the rolls of the State ?" demanded the Judge. "It is immaterial," answered the stranger, his thin, bloodless lips curling up with a sneer. " Here is my license from the highest tribunal in America!" and he handed the Judge a broad parchment. The trial went on. He suffered the witnesses to tell their own story, and he allowed the defence to lead off. Ashley spoke first, follow ed by Pike and Prentiss. The latter brought the house down' ia cheers, in which the jury joined. It was now the Stranger's turn. He rose before the bar, not behind it, and so near the wondering jury that he might touch his foreman with his long, bony finger. He proceeded to tear to pieces the arguments of Ashley which melted away at his touch like frost before a sunbeam ; every one looked surprised. . Anon he came to the dazzling wit of the poet lawyer Pike. Then the curl of his lip grew sharper, his smooth face began to kindle up, and his eyes to open, dim and dreary no longer, but vivid as lightning, red as fire globes, and glaring as twin meteors. The whole soul was in his eyes , the full heart streamed out of the face. Then,1 without bestowing an allusion to Prentiss, he turned snort around on the perjured witnesses of Hopkins, tore their testimony into threads, and-hurled in their faces such terrible invectives that all trembled like aspens, and two of them fled from the court house. The excitement of the crowd was becoming tremenduous. Their united life ana? soul seemed to hang upon the burning tongue of the stranger, and he inspired them with the power of his passions. He seemed to have stolen nature's long hidden secret of attraction. But his greatest triumph was to come. Hi a eyes began to glance at the assassin. Hopkins, as his lean taper finger assumed the same direction. He hem-, med the wretch with a wall of strong evidence arid impregnable argument, cutting off all hope of escape. He dug beneath the murderer's feet ditches of dilemma, and held up the slanderer to the soorn and contempt of the populace.- Having thus girt him about with a circle of fire, he stripped himself -to the work of massacre. Oh! then it was a vision both glorious and dreadful to behold the orator. His actions became as impetuous as the motion of an oak in a hurricane. His voice became a trumpet filled with whirlpools, deafening the ear with the crashes of power, and yet intermingled all the while with a sweet undersong of the softest cadence. His forehead glowed like a. heated furnace, his countenance was haggard like that of a maniac, and ever and anon he flung his long bony arms on high as if grasping after thunderbolts. He drew a picture of murder in such appalling colors that in comparison, hell itself might seem beautiful; he painted the slanderer so black that the sun seemed dark at noonday, when shining on such a monster. And then, fixing both portraits on the shrinking Hopkins, , fastened them there forever. The agitation of the audience amounted almost to madness. All at once the speaker descended from the perilous height. His voice wailed out for the murdered dead and living—the beautiful Mary, more beautiful every moment as her tears flowed faster—till .men wept and sobbed like children. He closed by a strange exhortation to the jury; and through them to the bystanders; he advised the panel after they should bring in verdict for the plaintiff, not to offer violence to the defendant, however richly he might deserve it; in other words not to lynch the villain but leave his punishment with God. This was the most artful trick of all, best calculated to insure vengeance. The jury returned a verdict of fifty thousand dollars ; and the night afterwards, Hopkins - was taken out of his bed by lynchers and beaten, almost to death. As the court adjourned the stranger said: " John Taylor will preach here this evening at early candle light." He did preach and the house was crowded. I have listened to Clay, Webster and Calhoun—to Dwight, Bascom, and Beecher—-but never heard anything in the form of sublime words, even approximating, to. the eloquence of John Taylor—massive as a mountain and wildly rushing as a cataract of fire. Who Is Sate ?—God has never created a mind yet, that can safely chal* lenge combat with the appetite sof drink- Earth has no ambition that is not engulfed, no hope which is not blasted, no tie which is not broxen, no sanctuary which is not invaded, no friend, no kinsman, brother, wife or child that is not forgotten, no fibre of human agony which is not wrung I Minds of common mould will go through life without excess, while those gifted with God-like powers are smitten with weakness. The, gifted author of Childe Harold walked in fetters, and died at Misso- longhi of a drunken debauch. He who had led the prosecution in the British Parliament against Has tins was hurried to the grave to escape the clutch of his landlords. Poor Charley Fox! And the author of Gertrude of Wyoming died a driveling imbecile. How the " Gentle Elia" wept over the habit that enthralled him ! Ah, how these tragedies of human individual history —of temptation and fall—stalk before us 1 The history of the best minds of our land is darkened by these episodes of weakness and ruin. Angry Letters.—An angry letter, especially if the writer be well loved, is much fiercer than any angry speeeh, so much more' unendurable I There the words remain scorching, not to be explained away, not to he atoned for by a kiss—not to be softened down by the word of love that may follow so quickly upon spoken anger. Heaven defend me from angry letters; they should never be written except to schoolboys or men at college, and not often to them, if they be any way tender-hearted ; this, at least should be a rule through the letter-writing world that no angry letter be posted, till twenty four-hours shall have elapsed since it was written. We all know how absurd is that other rule, that of saying the alphabet when you are angry. Trash! Sit down and write your letter; write it with all the venom in your power ; spit out the spleen at the fullest; it will do you good; you think yon have been injured; say all that you can say with all your poisoned eloquence, and gratify yourself by reading it while your temper i's hot. Then put it in your desk; and, as a matter of course, burn it before breakfast the next morning. Believe me, that you will then have a double satisfaction. A man who won a fat turkey at a raffle, and whose pious wife was very inquisitive about the method of obtaining the poultry, satisfied her by" the remark that the "ShaKers" gave itto him. How to Propose—A party of ladies and gentlemen were laughing over the supposed awkwardness attending a declaration of love, when a gentleman remarked that, whenever he offered himself, he would do it in a collected and business like manner. " For instance," he -continued addressing a young lady present, " Miss Smith, I have been two years looking for a wife. I am in receipt of three thousand dollars a year, which is on the increase. Of all the ladies of my acquaintance, I admire you the most"; indeed, I love you, and would gladly maKe you my wife." " Ycuflatte.i me by your preference," good humoredly responded Miss Smith, to the surprise of all present, "I refer you to my father." " Bravo 1" exclaimed the gentleman. " Well I declare 1" said the ladies in a" chorus^ f The lady and gentleman, -good reader, were married soon after. Wasn't that a modest way of " coming to the point," and ladyKxe method of taxing a man at his word? .r-o**i *tn. Josh Billings on Prayeri"- From too many friends, and from things at loose ends, good Lord deliv er us. ' From a wife that don't love us, and from children that dont look like us, good Lord deliver us. From snakes in. the grass, from snakes in our boots, from torchlight- processions; and from new rum, good Lord deliver us. • From pack peddlers, from young folks in love, from old aunts without money, and kolera morbus, good Lord deliver us. From wealth without charity, from praise without sense, from pedigrees worn out,-; from poor relations, good Lord deliver us. From newspaper sells, from pills that aint physic, from females that paint, and from men that flatter, good Lord deliver us. From gals that chaw gum and wears dirty petticoats, and from men who don't love babies, good Lord deliver us. From virtue without flagranpe, from butter that smells, from nigger camp- meetings, from cats that are courting, good Lord deliver us. From other mix's secrets, and from our fro mormon's and megums, and women's committees, good Lord deliver us. From politicians that pray, and from saints that tipple, red herring, and all grass widows, good Lord deliver us. A lady fell into.a river, and a poor hoy rescued her. When she was safe, her husband handed the brave fellow a shilling. Upon one of the bystanders expressing indignation, the latter said, as he pocketed the coin : ■ Well, don't blanie-the gentleman, he knows best; mayhap if I hadn't saved her he'd have given me a sovereign." Were we to ask a hundred men, who from small beginnings have attained a condition'of respectability and influence, to what they imputed their sue- - cess in life, the general answer would be, " It was from being early compelled to think for and depend on ourselves.
|Title||The Sauk Centre Herald (Sauk Centre, Minnesota), 1867-10-10|
|Edition||Volume 1, Number 91 |
|Date of Creation||1867-10-10|
|Publishing Agency||J. H. & S. Simonton (Sauk Centre, Minnesota)|
|Minnesota Reflections Topic||Communication|
|Item Physical Format||Newspapers|
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Advertising -- Newspapers
|Locally Assigned Subject Headings||Sauk Centre Herald|
|Minnesota City or Township||Sauk Centre|
|State or Province||Minnesota|
|Contributing Organization||Sauk Centre Area Historical Society, 430 Main St. South, Sauk Centre, Minnesota 56378|
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SAUK CENTRE, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1867.
- PUBLISHED EVERT THTTRSDAT MORKING,
.A-t Sank Centre, Minn.,
BY J. H. & 8. SIMONTON.
US- Office corner Third and Seventh streets,
one block West of the Sauk Centre House.
TWO DOLLARS A YEAR IN ADVANCE.
Rules of Advertising:
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Legal advertisements 75 cents per square for
the first Insertion, and 8TA cents per square
for each subsequent, insertion.
Special place advertisements Inserted at
rates agreed upon. ■
Yearly advertisers to pay quarterly.
Strangers must pay in advance, or give satisfactory reference.
of all kinds executed on short notice in the
X, B". MINEB.
Attorneys and Counselors at Law, Notaries
Public and Conveyancers,
Special attention given to proceedings in
Bankruptcy in the United States Courts.
Saute Centre, - - Minnesota.
Office over the Post Office.
R. B. R. PALMER,
PHYSICIAN & SURGEON.
SB?- Residence near the Mill, Sauk Centre. ""©&
H. L. GOBDON.
L. W. COLLINS.
St. Cloud, Stearns' County, Minnesota
Kff" Particular attention given to business
In adjoining counties.
ILLLAM J. PARSONS,
' ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Saint Germaine street, over Burbank Bros.,
St. Cloud, Minnesota.
R. T. SDSON,
1 Attorney at La war
Fan ni n g"LaTP ts
1 Attorney at Law.
Store on Third street,
Sbs aiTO. Lois, Farms,
, bought and sold on
I fact that our facilities for Bia-
m-iptioii papers and lor locating
uiiil entering Government Land with Cash,
Karip or Land Warrants, are unsurpassed by
any offlce. west of St. Cloud. A large assortment of Town Plots for the use of seekers of
Claims oi) hand and kept constantly.sorrect-
•ed by correspondence with the Land Office.
"WeJjawe iri our hands for sale some of the
fluestEarms anil -Funning Lands in this
upper count jy.
i>in -Ihsth ■a.-£E,B2.e e - .A-gent,
Sank. Centre, - '- - - Minnesota.'
iopresents' the soundest and most reliable
Fire,.. Life, and Accident Insurance Companies of the Eastern and "Western
Slates. Office over the Post Office,
Main street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota.
Keeps constantly on hand a complete stock
of Furniture, Coffins,