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it h i m L « a l ^udqwmlent $wvispjw, fewM to tlw fntmtf at tot Stow, and fite §tosmi#attoi at §taw. Vol.! Youngsviile, N. Y,, May 8,1868. No. 8. iMltown P ublished W eekly , at YOUNGSVILLE, STTLL. GO N. Y. •*FJ* T.’MORGANS, E d itor and P u b lisher. 4 7 Terms: One Dollar a year in advance. <2J-(S»to 5j=»t£>3.EEi^ii!2as>o We are prepared to Priut Pamphlet?, Circular'? Bill Heads, Letter Heads, Labels, Auction ana other Handbills; Business, Wedding, and Address Cards; Programmes, Election Tickets, Envelopes Bank Checks, &e., either with Black, or Colored Inks, or in Bronze. All work done as directed by the person order- ng it, and ready when promised. R A T E S O P A D V E R T IS IN G , lw . 2w. 3w. lm. 2m. 3m- fc'm. ly In.. 50o 73c $1 00 $125 $1 75 $250 ,$3.50 S3 Business Cards, not exceeding five lines,f$2 50 a year. Editorial Notices 50 cents an inch. Obituary 25 * * An inch comprises 11 minion lines. j83- All transient'\cdvCrtiiements must xnva- t . i a b i , y be paid in advance. A ' mmt**- Our C o n s e c r a t i o n s . From out each y. sterday of life All have some precious store to keep; Soma little store of golden worth, Some treasure rescued from the deep Of those gone hours ere yet the waves Of time have closed their quiet graves. Thrice dark of all dark days that one Which leaves no brightness from its hour?, No nightingale to sing at eve, No after fragrance from its flowers, No holy dew distilled from Heaven, To consecrate it fresh from even. ■Blest art thou heart that yeamest (though The tears that dim thine eyes be vain) To call back something from thy past— ' Some yesterday to life again. The gladdest summer of our years We consecrate by autuin tears. Each consecrates some peeious part, Some secret store of hidden worth; Wo garner e tell our harvest sheaves, Our golden memories of earth, Against the winter time of need, That we may after come and feed. And when the yesterdays of life fcjho.Il all be numbered, still I deem Each one shall have its store to keep, His fadeless relic of earth’s dream; Some shadows softened by God's light, Some star that made hi3 journey bright. Save your time, if you would yourself be saved. The hog may not be thoroughly post ed in aritbmatic; but when you come to square root, he is there—the hog is. Five thousand Mexican dollars, sup posed to have been burried by Gonzales in 1828, have just been discovered in the San Jacinto River, in Texas. T h e E m p e r o r an d His D a u g h t e r . A few years since, there was in the city of St. Petersburg a young girf,fso beautiful and lovely that the greatest prince of Europe, had he met her even in a peasant hut, might well have turn ed his back upon princesses, to offer his band' and throne. But, far from having seen the light in a peasant’s hut, she was born in the shadow of the proudest .hrone on the earth. I t was Marie Nicolaewna, the adored daughter of the Emperor of Russia. As her father saw her blooming like the May flower, and sought for her all the heirs of royality, he cast his eyes upon the fairest, the richest, and the most powerful of them, and, with the smile of a father and a king, said to her: “My child, you are now of age to marry, and I have chosen for you the prince who will make you a qneen, and the man who will render you happy.” “The man who will render me hap py!” stammered the blushing princess, with a sigh—which was the only objec tion to which her heart gave utterance, “speak, and your majesty shall be o- beyed!” “Obeyed 1” exclaimed the emperor, trembling for the first time in his life; “is it then only as an act of obedience that you will receive a husband from my hands?” The young girl was silent, and con cealed a tear. “Is your faith already plighted?” The girl was still silent. “Explain yourself, Marie! I com mand yon I” A t this word, which sways sixty millions of human beings, the princess fell at the feet of Czar. “Yes, father—if I must tell you—my heart is no longer my own; it is be stowed upon a young man who knows it not, and who shall never know it if such be your wish! He has seen me but two or three times a t ‘a distance, and we will never speak to each other if your majesty forbids it.” The emperor was silent iu his turn He grew pale. Three times he made the* circuit of the saloon. He durst not ask the name of the young man. He who would have braved, for a ca price, the monarch of the world a t the head of their armies—he, from his om nipotence, feared this unknown youth, who disputed with him the possession of his dearest treasure. “Is it a king?” he demanded, at last. “No, father.” “The heir of a king, a t least?” “No, father.” “ A grandduke?” “No, father.” “A son of a reigning family?” “No, father.” At each step in the deseeding scale the Czar stopped to reeover breath. “A stranger?” “Yes, father.” The emperor fell back into an arm chair, and hid his face in his hands, like Agamemnon at the sacrifice of Iphige- nia. “Is he in Russia?” he resumed, with an effort. “Yes, father.” A t S t. Petersberg?” “Yes, father.” And the voice of the yonng girl grew faint. “ Where shall I see him?” said the Czar, rising with a threatening aspect. “To-morrow, at the review.” “ How shall I recognize him?” \de manded the Czar, with a stamp of his foot. r-, \By his green plume and Wo-’k ^teed.” “Tis well! Go, my daughter, and pray God to have pity upon the man!” The princess withdrew in a fainting condition, and the emperor was soon lost in thought. “A childish caprice 1” he said, at length; “I am foolish to be disturbed a t it! She will forget it!” And his lips dar ed not utter what bis heart added. “It mnst be; for all my power would be weaker than her tears!” On the following day, a t the review, the Czar, whose eagle eye embraced all at a glance, sought and saw in his bat talions naught else than a green plume- and black charger. He recognized in him who wore the one and rode the other a simple colonel of the Bavarian Light Horse—Maximilian Joseph Eu gene Auguste Beauharnois, son of J o sephine—who was for a brief time Em press of France—and of Augnste Ame lia, daughter of Maximilian Joseph,of Bavaria—an admirable cavalier, in truth; but as far inferior than to Marie Nicolmwana ak a common soldier to an emperor. “Is it posible?” said the Czar to him self, as he sent for the colonel,, with the design of dismissing him to Munich. But a t the moment when he was about to crush him with a word, he stopped at the sight of his daughter fainting iu her caleche. “There is no longer a doubt!” thought the Czar; “t:s indeed he!” And, turning his back upon the stu- pified stranger, be returned with Ma rie to the imperial palace. For six weeks, all that prudence, tem pered with love and severity, could in spire, wa3 essayed to destroy the image of the colonel in the heart of the prin cess. A t the end of the first week she was resigned; a t the end of the second, she wept; at the“end of the third, she wept in public; at at the end of the fourth, she wished to sacrifice herself to her father; at the end of the fifth, she was dying. Meanwhile the colonel, seeing himself in disgrace a t the court of his host, without daring to confess to himself the cause, did not wait for his dismissal to return to his regiment. He was on the point of setting,out for Munich, when an aid-de camp of the Czar came for him. “I should have set out yesterday,”he said to himself; I might have avoided what awaits me. At the first flash,save yourself from the thunderbolt!” He was ushered into the cabinet, where kings only are allowed to enter. The emperor was pale, and his eye was moist; bat his air was firm and resolute. . “ Colonel fink*1,” sairi ho_ onwjqrdru* and penetrating him with a glance,“you are one of the handsomest officers in Europe. It is said, also—and I be lieve it is true—that you possess an elevated mind, a thorough education, a lively taste- for the art?, a noble heart and a loyal character. W hat thinB: yon of the grand dutchess, my daughter, Marie Nicolmwna ?” This point-blank question dazzled the young man. It is time to say that he admired, adored the princess, without being fully aware of it. A simple mortal adores an angel of Paradise, as an artist adore3 the ideal of beauty. “ The Princess Marie, sire,” exclaimed he, reading a t last his own heart, with out daring to read that of the Czar ; “yonr anger would crash me if I told you what I think of her; and I should die of joy if you permitted me to say it.” “You love her—’tis w e ll!” resumed the Czar, with a benignant smile; and the royal hand, from which the duke was awaiting the thunderbolt, delivered to the colonel the brevet of general aid- de-camp of the emperor—the brevet of commandant of the cavalry of the guards and of the regiment of hussars- of chief of the corps of cadets, and of the mining engineers—of president of the academy of arts, and member of the academy of sciences of the universities of S t. Petersburg, of Moscow, of Kea- san, of the council, of the military schools, Ac. All this, with the title of imperial highness, and several millions ( C o n tin u e ! »n f o u r t h
