The Stanstead journal, 3 janvier 1861, jeudi 3 janvier 1861

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One of the beautiful things in the Christmas Carol is its frequent contrasts, as in the setting of harsh and hardened age beside gentle und trusting childhood.Thus from the repulsive look of avarice, so hard and a- grim, a friendly ghost transports us along with the miser, to a different seene\u2014-to à poor family who, in their humble home, and in their poor way, try to keep this holy, happy Christmas time.Nothing in Goldsmith exceeds the deseription of the Cratehit family.Poor Bob Cratehit had but fifteen shillings a week, and yet the ghost of Christus *stopped upon his threshold and blessed his four-roomed house! Here Dickens wns in his clemert, and never did he portray more exquis itely the joys and sorrows of the poor.So animated was the picture, and so well did his voice keep time to every change and incident of the scene, that we could sce it all.There was the family coming together to keep Christ mas\u2014the eldest daughter, Martha, returning home from service ; the motb- er in her twice-turned gown, decked out with ribbons, and Miss Belinda Cratehit, and Master Peter Cratchit, ani all the little Cratehits, tearing like mad, so wild with mirth and glee.But the jewel of the family is yet to appear.His futher has token him on his shoulder and trotted off with him to Church, Soon Bob comes in with the little creature perched upon his shonlder.Ie is the smallest bit of a thing.and his name is Tiny Tim.\u2014 Dickens\u2019 voice took a softer tone as hie said, *Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and bad his limbs svp- ported by an iron frame l \u201cAnd how did little Tin behave I asked Mrs.Cratchit, when Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart\u2019s content.\u2018As good ns gold\u2019 said Bob, \u2018and better.Somchuw he gets thoughtful sitting Ly himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard.'\u2014 Gentler, gentler, was the speaker's voice.\u2018He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might ba pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.\u2019 Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when be said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.Dickens' voice wavered too, but in an instant rullied to describe the great event of the Christmas dinner.Here his fancy found full sport, and ran riot amid the scene.How well did he de- ibe the bustle of delightfel preparation, the world of pains by each one of the fumily to give due pomp to the ex- ted feast, He fuirly rollicked in the destirption of the goose and the \u201cThere never was such a job said, \u2018he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked.But even this great achievement was celipsed when Mrs.Cratehit, having retired for the purpose, reappeared upon the scene bearing the pudding.\u2014 \u20180, that was a wonderful pudding \"\u2014 Bal Cratenit said, and calmly too, that be regasded it as the greatest success sebieved by Mrs, Cratchit since their marriage, These touches were given by Dickens with such moek seriousness, such exquisite droliery, that the audience were convulsed, We laughed til} we erivd, But eome back to the happy group around Bob Cratehit's table.At last the dinner was ali done, the cloth removed, the hearth swept, and the fire made up.Then came the apples, and oranges, and chestnuts, AN sat round the fire.\u2018Then Bob proposed \u2018a merry Christmas to us all, my dears\u2014Guod bless us!\u201d which all the family re-echoed.\u2018God bless us, every one!\u2019 said Tiny Tim, the Just of all.Again Dickens\u2019 voice fell into the minor key, as he added, \u201cHe sat very close to his father's tide, upon a little stool, Bob held his withered little hand in bis, us if he loved the child, and wished to keep mim by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him.\u2019 I have referred to the frequent contrasts in the progress of the story, which give to its pictures such variety, and keep alive throughout a tender pathetic interest.They were scenes which almost lifted one off from bis fcet by their exuberant gaiety.Thus the story-teller enters into\u2019a game of blind man\u2019s buff, like a romping boy.He enters into the very soul of Topper, and into his body too, when that Young man, though his cyes nre ban- duged, and he hus to grope in the dark, is always sure to culch \u2018the plump Hise ter,\" and nobody else ! And when old Vezziwig improvises in his shop a par- pudding.0 ' =vO8L, or that he was at least the fiddler shouting to the whirling couples.* His voice skipped lightly along senterces which fairly danced to the sound of their own music.Yet a few minutes and his voice ie checked again, and droops like a mourner over some sad scene.These were the passages which pleased us most\u2014s0 touching were they, and so fitly spoken, with a power beyond the reach of art, the power of deep, genuine feeling.No one could doubt the heart of the man, that heurd him then.Full as he is to the overflowing of the comic element, there is also within him a string that vibrates to the sweet, sad music of humanity.His voice knows well the low tones that speak of human grief and tears.Perhups the gem in all that Christmas Carol is the death of Tiny Tim, und 1 would give much to have you hear Dickuis read and net this touching domestic scene.How he shared the household grief! You would have thought there hud been a death in hie family, that one of his own children had been laid upon the bier.The ghost has taken Scrooge out again upon his nightly walk.They enter poor Bob Cratchit's house, the dwelling he had visited before, and find the mother and children seated around the fire.Quiet, very quiet.\u2018The noisy little Cratchits were as still us statues in one corner, and sat looking up at Peter who had a book before him.The mother and daughter were engaged with sewing.But surely they were very quiet! *And he took a child, in the midst of thm.\u2019 Where had Scrooge heard words ?\u2018The mother laid her work upon the table, and put her hand up to her face.\u201cThe color hurts my eyes,\u2019 she said.The color?Ah, poor Tiny Tim! \u201cThey're better now again,\u2019 said Cratehit's wife.\u201cIt makes them woak by candle-light 5; and IT wouldn't how weak eyes to your father when he comes home, for the world.It must he pear his time.\u2019 \u2018Past it, rather, Peter answered, shutting up his book.\u2018But I think he's walked n little slower than he used, these last few evenings, mother !\" They were very quict again.At lust sho said, and in a steady, cheerful voice, that only faltered once, \u2018| bave known Lim walk with\u2014] hare known him walk with Tiny Tim on his shoulder very fast indeed.But he was very light Lo carry, she resumed, intent upon her work, \u2018and it was no trouble\u2014no trouble.And there is your father at the door.\u2019 and set him those She hurried out to meet him; and little Bob, in his comforter, he had need of it, poor fellow, came in.Hie tea wus ready for him on the hub, and they all tried who should help him to it most.Then the two young Cratch- its got upon his knees, and laid, cach child, a little cheek against his face, as if they said, \u2018Don\u2019t mind it, father.\u2014 Don\u2019t be grieved?Bob was very cheerful with them, and spoke cheerful to all the family.\u2014 Ile looked at the work upon the table, and praised the industry and speed of Mrs.Cratchit and the girls.They would Le donc long before Sunday, he said.\u2018Sunday! you went to-day, then, Robert !' said his wife.\u2018Yes, my dear,\u201d returned Bob.\u20181 wish you could have gone.Jt wouid have done you good to see how green n place itis.But youll see it often.| promised him that T would walk there on à Sunday.My little, little child I\" cried Bob, *my little chiid ! Me broke down all at once.lle couldn't help it.If he could have helped it, he and his child woald have been further apart than they were.He left the room, and went up stairs into the room above, which was lighted cheerfully and hung with Christ- mus, There was a chair set close beside the child, and there were signs of some one having been there lately.\u2014 Pour Bob sat down on it, snd when he had thought a little and composed himself, he kissed the little face.Ie was reconciled to what had happened, and went down again.They drew about the fire and talked; the girls and mother working still.+ « « + + + Bob said, *However and whenever we part from one another, I am sure none of us will forget poor Tiny Tim, shall we?or this first parting that was among us\u2019 \u201cNever, futher!\" cried they all.\u2018And I know,\u2019 said Bob, \u20181 know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient and how mild he wus, altho\u2019 he was a litle, little child, we shall not quarrel casily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it.\u2019 \u2018No, never father,\u201d they all eried.*I am very happy,\u2019 said little Bob, \u20181 am very happy.\u2019 Mrs.Cratehit kissed him, his daughters kissed him, the two young Crateh- its kissed him, und Peter and himself shook hands.Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence was from God.How these word thrilled the audience.A few minutes before we had been convulsed with laughter.Now, many eyes rilently filled with tears.\u2014 Lords and ladies, and commoners, alike \u2018Old Scrooge at last awakes, and finds it all a dream.But the ghost has done its work.He is thoroughly frightened from his former way of life.He is shaken in his constant mind by the sight of thuse who, with not a huudredth part of his means of enjoyment, are yet a thousand times happier than he.Appalled at the dreariness and desoluteness of his miserable and sclfish life, he stands aghast at the thought of a lonely and wintry old age, and in his despair, he starts from his sleep, and cries for merey.From that day Scrooge is another man, Ile gues to his office the next morning, and meets his little clerk, who is none other than poor Bob Cratchit, whom he frightens half out of his wits by cutting unheard-of capers.telling him that he is going on the spot to raise his salary.He goes out into the street, und pats children on the head, and hails the beggars, and uives them means to keep the blessed holiday.He finds, tou\u2014joy of his heart\u2014that poor little Tiny Thin is not dead.l£ was only a dream.And forthwith he takes the little Dot under his sheitering wing, to love and keep him evermore.And suddenly he finds that he hus a heart beneath his tongh- ened ribs, and a thrill of life runs thro\u2019 his old bones.So ends the tale, with juy and happiness restored, the speaker saying, \u2018and so, as Tiny Tim wbserved, God bless us every one,\u201d and with that last wurd Mr.Dickens bowed to the audience, and as they broke outinto a furious clapping, he walked rapidly off the stage and disappeared.We afterwards heard Dickens twice.Once he read the first part of Dombey and Son, that which describes little Paul; and the other time he read several detached stories, The Poor Traveler, Boots at the Holly Tree Inn, and Mrs.Gamp.Kach time we admired still more his rare dramatic skill and his mastery of the human heart.He is almost as great an actor as an author.He is a prefect master of the art of mimicry, being able at will to assume almost any look, aml to imitate aliñost any voice, lle can pul Ona grave or u merry face.His coynienance takes casily the quecrest and drollest expression.Then he draws himself up, and pats on a solemn grimace, looking like a great, wise owl.At times.when playing a quizzing character.\u201d thoro is an archness in his look, a playful drollery about his mouth, and a twinkle in his eye, that are irresistable.And then how well bis voice corresponds.He can speak in a low bass, or in a piping treble, taking almost at will the voice of childhood or age, of man or woman.How well did he personate poor Toots, in Dombey, aud Mrs, Gamp, in the whining nurse in Martin Chnzalewit.But perhaps his happiest reading, as well as his most beautiful writing, is that which delineates children.Littde Paul Dombey was the counterpart, though in another sphere, of Tiny Tim.The picture was drawn with the same delicate and inimitable grace.Who can forget the little fellow on the sea- beach gathering shells and asking his sister that question which tells so much of premature development, and decay, and early death, \u2018Am 1 an old-fashion- ed child?\" Sometimes Dickens rises still higher, as in the scene of the death of little Paul's mother, when poor little Florence, who has never known what it} was to be loved but by her, came into the recom and throws herself upon her dying mother's breast.Dickens\u2019 voice had a tone of sclomnity that still rings in my ears, as he said: \u201cThus clinging fast to that light spar within her arms, she floated out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world,\u2019 This is not the place to enter into a ctitienl estimate of Dickens as a writer.Faults cnonah there may be for those who wish to piek at.His style may be disfigured by frequent instances of broad caricature and gross exnggera- tion.But at present 1 am too inuch under the spell of what have just heard, to he in a mucd to criticise.Whatever faults may be found elsewhere, in those portions selected not only the overflowing genius but the healthful, moral influence.Well might Thackeray ask; \u201cWas there ever a better Charity Sermon preached in the world than Dick- pus Christmas Carol 3 1 ean well believe him when he says: It occasioned immense hospitality throughout England: was the means of lighting up hundreds of kind fires at Christmas time: it caused a wonderful outpouing of Christmas good feelings, slaughter of Christmas turkeys, and roasting and baking of Christmas beef* As for this man\u2019s love of children, he adds, \u2018that amiable organ at the back of his honest head must be perfeetly monstrous.AIT children ought tu love bim.' It is no small proof of goodness thus to be loved by children, who are the truest, the most unconscious, nnd most unaffected of friends ; nor is it less to be able to draw from the fancy or the heart, and to depict airy children of the brain, su that they shall become to us real beings, and shall live in-our faith and our affection.Whatever else of Dickens may perish, let his children live.They at least are innocents of love.\u2014 of our own children that we have loved and lost.haud that drew the pale face of little Nell, that pot such love in her faithful heart, and gave strength to her wandering feet, und still as I hear.the Christmas Carol, will 1 say\u2014Spirit.of Tiny Tim, thy cbildish essence was from God.\u2019 * Christmas at Farmer May's.\u2018Joseph I\" roared farther May's stentorian voice outside the kitchen door, where he was knocking the snow off from his great hob nailed shoe.\u2018Joseph, you luzy rascal, come and an.harness this horse!\u2019 Out of the windy wood-shed came\u2019 Joseph, reluctantly, into the biting Christmas time air.Joseph was fur- mer May's bound boy, who did the chores, and carried the wee May children on his back to school many a time.\u2018I don\u2019t think he's got any heart at all!\u201d exclaimed Juseph, passionately, as his numb fingers loosened the harness, and a bitter tear stole down each pale cheek, \u201cAnd this is Christmas time! O, dear ! dear! wby didn't God Make a beautiful time for me, too ?\u2014 Wark, work, work, and never a kind word! 1 ant goud for anything; 1 never shall help anybody, or do any good as long as 1 live ¢ and 1 suppose God knows it.O, I pray every night, that 1 may help somebody, and then, may be, I might get them to love me, or drop a kind word once in awhile.Here Joseph paused, and looked over his shoulder into the broad kiteh- en window.O, wlat a pretty sight there was within; you ought to have seen it.One square patch of sunshine lay right in the middle of the snowy floor.\u2018The beams were hung with long strings of scarlet peppers, and erooked-necked, yellow squashes; besides, a beautiful branch of burning bush sprungled out over the chimney- piece.\u2018The great square table was piled high with goiden colored pumpkins, rosy apples.(just the hue of Tiny May's cheeks.bless her!) and fragrant quinces.And clustering around, *jusl to see,\u201d were little variegated curley heads you might have mistaken for a bunch of marigolds, their eyes big with anticipation of the daîntics in progress.How they laughed and sheuted every time lietty May gave a vigorous chop at the obstinate mince-meat, and sent her curls flving off in a straight line from her head ! \u2018Dear me! cried mother May, in a Quster, that Santa Claus tart\u2019s a burning, l\u2019m sure; and my hands in this dough, too! Joseph! you Joscph! come here, and mind the tarts.\u2019 Joseph here, there, everywhere ! Why, there wasn\u2019t a member of the whole May family but were perfectly convinced that Joseph Craig hadn't a spark of feeling iu him.He never hung up his socks; no, indecd\u2019 And, little children, he never had a kind mother to put her soft hand under his chin, and lift his poor, pale face to her loving eyes.There is a beautiful little brook in every one of your hearts, that loves to have kind, smiling faces reflecting in it, and pleasant words, like wild flowers, dropped into it.To be sure there is ! This was the day before Christmas ; and at night, when the little ones were safe in their beds, farmer May threw a fiesh nine kno into the widemouthed chimney-place, and Santa Claus began, { invisibly, to fill up the four long, red | woollen stockings hanging beside it.\u2014- | Good gracious! what a dancing and : diddiing there wus about fhat kitchen l fleor the next morning, when the beau- i tiful sun revealed what sly Kriss Krin- ale had been about! Tven twelve- \u201cyear old Hetty danced a polka in a | pair of new rubbers and a pretty silk * hond, with delight.Thomas's blue- wheded cart kept tripping everybody up.as be went eareering round the room ; and Tiny's great waxen doll stared at yonng and old with its impu- dont blue eyes.But the greatest general of the day was soldier Harry, with the shining new skates Santa Claus had bequeathed him.Already he was strapping them on, and explaining the buckling to silent, patient Joseph.\u2018Hurray, Joseph | harray, everybody ! look ont of the windows; I'm off to the Lis pord for a skate \u201d They were all so proud of handsome, carcless Harry! Mother May dreadfully busy preparing the Christmas linner\u2014fnr all the May relatives ing of the turnips and onions, and, with her wot hands behind her, peered | uut with the rest to sec her promising ! son.: \u2018God bless the boy !\u201d cried ont the farmer, in his hearty way; and the children's eyes glistened.Joscph's { hand wus on the window till, and far- wer May's accidentally dropped on to it, gathering the slim fingers into his broad, warm palm.Joseph thought {his heart would burst, and a sweet glow \"of pleasure stele over him.But the { hand and pressure were instantaneous- i 1y removed, and the sunshine faded out of his eyes.\u2018The weather had been unusually mild for two or three days before Christmas, so that the water lay on the big pond.But daring Harry thought Always must 1 bless the\u2019 Ter! Harry's going under the ice!\u201d was | were to be there\u2014but she left the pecl- -rush of ice and, water.He! made a bold dash- ! his diltie] figure, \u2018upright and graceful, was poised apen the ice.Then there was a crash ! the treacherous cake gave way; aod with a loûd ery Harry fell amid the The group at the.window -seémed,.for a moment, patalyzed with horror ; then there was scattering for the pond,\u2019 and a screaming and crfing from\u201d one, and all.; PE TT TU \u2018He*s undér thé wâter ! Fatlier fath-\" Every - particle of color had gone from farmer May's face \u2018he-trembled in every limb, and threw up his hands wildly.His strength seemed to .have.ebbed away in the tide of grief.God help me! he çried.\u2018My boy! my; boy ! and 1 ean\u2019t swin! } \u2018But I can! shouted a voice brave and clear as an angel's.\u2018I can swim, and I'l save him! apd, dashing past weeping mother May, Joseph: Graig plunged headlong into the freezing water, swimming for dear life.How they watched him, breathless | and excited, their hearts hanging by a\u2019 thread! How they saw him grasp once, twice, at a dark object under, the water, and then rise, his face gushed and bleeding from contact with the uzly ice-corners! Ie was fur out now, and made a third dive; then there was a faint hurrah ! and, breasting the ice, he swam up with one arm embracing poor Marry.\u2018My child! my boy! Thank God\" cried the happy parent, folding him in his arms.They bore him to the\u201d roaring fire in the sitting-room, und rubbed him until he opened his eyes, and smiled.Pretty soon he was able to sit up, and langh and talk naturally.And where was Joseph ull this time?Sitting on the kitchen floor, sqneez- ing bis wet clothes, and rubbing the great painful gashes in his arms, from which the blood was still streaming.\u2018Joseph! He listened : it was farmer May's voice, unusually soft and tender.The bound boy shook like a loaf.Beford ie was aware, a strong arm came around behind him, lifting him from the door.He found Lim- self, as if by magie, sitting beside Harry and Harry's bright head resting on his bosom, with great tears rolling down the grateful boy\u2019s checks.\u2018If there's apything you could wish for now, Joseph,\u2019 sud the farmer, huskily, \u2018anything you'd like to have, just name it my boy.You've saved us many a year of sorrow, and given us cause to remember this Christmas before all others.Come, speak out, my boy!\u2019 How could he speak, and he so happy T'wice he essayed to gulp down the sobs rising in his throat; sobs of joy they were.\u201cOnly be kind to me, sir,\u2019 lie gasped out at last; \u2018only drop a kind word, now and then, for 1 han\u2019t any mother, like the rest.\u2019 How was it now with farmer May?he was conscious of a great lack in his otherwise kindly heart.It quite broke him down-\u2014that appeal to his better nature j so he leaned on mother May's shoulder, and sobbed aloud.Joseph sat in a dream ; his beautiful Christmas had come at last.No more hunger and thirsting of spirit now.How the joyous red spikes of firelight ran up the white wall, the whole room shining.Harry squeezing him tightly, with ene arm, and Tiny, her cheeks flushing with erying, thrusting her pretty doil into his lap, whispering.\u2018There ! there! keep it, Joseph; 1 don't want it, indecd and double-decd 1 don't.And then, running away in the corner, her face turned to the\u201d wall, lest, Ly looking buck, she might repent the immense sacrifice.Well, well, children, tears cannot aiways lust; und the May family were soon bright and smiling again, Joseph the happiest of ail.Why, [I don\u2019t believe Kriss Kringle, even, with his merry, frosty old face, looked more shining than the bound boy.The wus a great Christmas dinner, you must know, with all sorts of good things; mother May couldn't heap Joseph's plate high enough with swectmeals, and every one al the table drank his health m a brimming goblet of egg nog.0, it was ail fair land, and his cheeks kept timgling with proud bashfulness ali the time.Farmer May gave Joseph his freedom, and sent him to school with Harry.\u2014 He had good reason to be proud of him, tuo, for there never was a better, or mors studious boy.So you see, littie children, that God never neglects even the humblest.He held little Joseph in the hollow of His hand, and put him on the road to happiness.Many a blessed Christmas has fur- mer May had since then, and, may be, if you could look in upon them now, you might see them all scated around one of mother May's plum puddings, farmer May in the middle, rosy and smiling ; handsome Harry on one side, growing up to a noble manhood ; and Juscph Craig on the other, with the promise of great good in his sunny blue eyes.All these thanking God fur this happy, happy Christmas.\u2014\u2014__ Thore are, no doubt, some out spuken millers but they ure genatally a mealy [to the requirements of our sex, and newspaper and look it \u201cthreigh,.Wi out being equally delighted.and in structed .by.-some.sage piece -of advice, | some warning \u2018held up or homily preached for your: vapecial: benefit by the considerate editor; \u2018or if\u2019 not ofigi- \u2018nal with him, selected with\u2019 pgrést care, and the kindest, moat- unselfish fore- thoaght, for your edification?\u2018Don't every one of the \u201crevered, grave\u201d and\u2019 potent\u2019 \u2018seighiors\u2019 interest, himself ifi -enlightening you as to what you may.wear; how, whenfand why; what you may read; what you may say; what you mdy think ; how you: may treat- your mother, and what is your duty in res pest ¥o your brothers, and how 'mueli.young men, and\u2019 what Kind of knitting- \u2018work you ought to\u201d practicé, \"and that spiiining-whetls are sdpeiior to pianos.and how'much time yoii ought to devote lu dish washing, and, how little to flirting and dressing 5.and, altogether, how you may become perfect, proper, and worthy, of the high position you are some day to.uisume, as Wiver.to that nnselfish sex which thus takes it \u2018upon itself to instruct you in what will make you fit companions ?And don*t you think it high time the tables were turned 2° Oh, if we only bad enough femininé editors in the.land, brave enough and wise enough and unselfish and considerate enough, to return this immense debt which-we owe, and which it is really strange has no more effect upon us, since even dropping water, they say, will wear away a stone \u2014how caruestly we might set to work to return this long-continued gereros- ity.The men might find the papers as useful and ready in imparting to them instructions as to how they shall butter their bread, and button their coats, and black their shoes, and keep their accounts, and transact their business ; huw to avoid self-indulgence in the shape of vanity, soap-locks, tobac: co, champagne, college accomplishments, white handkerchiefs, and killing neek-ties ; how to be humble, dis- crvet, mutest, cconomieal, self-denving, gentle ; how best to adopt themselves muke themselves most agreeable and acceptable to us! We are sure they would be grateful if the ladies would take this work earnestly in hand.It certainly is not fair to have all the favor upon one side.We shall be gratified to see more frequent and liberal counsel! \u2018to our young Men,\u2019 \u2018to Husbands,\u201d and \u2018to Fathers,\u2019 in return fur all they so lavishly bestow.The War in China.The papers contain the following interesting sketches of events in the Celestial Empire: \u2018On the 12th of October everything was prepared for the assault, or the occupation of Pekin.The seigs guns and other artillery were in a position to bombard the towa unless it should be surrendered by noon of the 13th.\u2014 A general order was issued by Sir Hope Grant for the disposition and control of the forces under hiscommand.The whole of the troops were to be fur- nishod on the 13th \u2018with two days\u2019 cooked rations.In the event of an attack upon Pekin being ordered, the general order directed the following directions to be observed: As suon as the officers commanding Royal Engineers report that a practicable breach has been effected in the city wall, it will be stormed by the second division.On the wall being gained, the sturm- ing party will turn to the right, keeping along the ramparts, and seize the An-ting gate.This post being gained, the Engineers and Sappers, who should follow the supporting column, will proceed at once to open the gate below.\"This post will then be placed in a state vf defense with the least possible delay, and be held by a garrison of such strength as may be necessary.Officers and soldiers forbidden, under any pretext whatever, to quit the gite or ramparts, or cnler any etreet or honse.\u2014 All property collected by officers, on this occasion, to be sold for the just benefit of ul! ranks.The Commander- in-ChiefSinforms the army that he has taken upon himself à serious responsibility in appropriating to their benefit the treasure which was found in the Emperor's palace, and which, by aight, belongs to the Crown Just immediately before the period given for surrender would expire.\u2014 Hapgehun came out and said our demands were acceded 10, no resistance would be made, and the gate was at our disposal.Thercupon the outer and inner gates were immediately taken possession of, and à portion of the allied force was quartered on the wall of Pekin.Letters were found in the palace from Sen-ko-lin-sin to the Lmperor, assuring him of his confidence in being able to annihiliate us.\u2018I'he garrison of Pekin ie reported to He 60,000 to 70,- 000 men.\u2018The pressure of the people is said to have had great weight in inducing the nuthorities to yield.The generals and staff, with the Purjaubees and Gfth Regimen, entered the outer and inner gates of Pekin, end ascended to the ramparts and took possession of the gate and a number of brass guns,\u2019 \u201cofficers wounded.+The » 1 PHŒNIX BITTERS.UE ch the: pre-eminent Medicines buse ucquired fur their invariable efficacy in all the diseases which they proless Lo cure, has rendered the usunl practice of pulling wot unly unnecessary, but unworthy of thew.\u201d They ure known by their fruits; their good works testify for them, and they thre not by the faith of the eredulous.IN'ALL CASES UF Jisthma, Acute and Chronic Rheumalism, Jffectivas of the Bladder and Kidneys.Billious Fevers and Liver Complaints.\u20141u the south and west, where the diseases prevail they will be found Invaluable.Plunt- crs, Farmers and others, who once use these Medicines, will never afterwards be without them, DvsPEPsIA.\u2014-No persun with this distressing disease should delay using these medicines immediately, Æruptions of the Skin, Lrysipelus, Flatulency, Fever and gue.For this seourge of Lie western country these medicines will be found a sife, speedy, and certain remedy.Other medicines leave the system sulject to a return of the discuse\u2014a cure by these medicines is perma- neul,~TRY THEM, BE SATISFIED, AND DE CURED.Mercunar Diskases.\u2014Never feils Lo cradi- cate entirely all the elects of Mercury infinitely sooner than the most powerful preparation of Surs- aparilla.Night Sweuts, Nervous Debility, Nervous Com- pluints of all kinds, Organic Affections, Palpitation of the Heart, Puinter\u2019s Cholic, Prues.\u2014The original proprietor of these medicines was cured of the Files of 35 years standing by the use of these Life Medicines alone.Worms of all kinds, are effcetuaity expelled by these Medicines, Parents will do well lo administer them whenever their existence is suspected.Relief will be certain.THE LIFE PILLS AND PHGNIX BITTERS.purity the blood, and thus remove al) diseace fon, the system.A single trial will place the LIFE PILLS ard PHŒNIX BITIERS beyond Un reücl oË couopetition is (he estimation of every patient, Prepared by Or, WILLIAM B MOFFAT, 353 Broudwuy, cor.Westh st, New York, and sold by all druggists, [713y1 BOOTS & SHOES, WHOLESAL BAN D RETAIL, 9 HE undersigied hus the pleasure of an- Fl nouneing to the MERCHAN US of the Eastern Townships that he still prepared to (itl their orders with Goods manufaclured by first-rate workmen, under his personal supervision, from the very best stock the warkets afiord.He would particularly call their attention to his supe- mr MENS\u2019 i AND BOYS\u2019 Thick Boots, the best article of © the kind manufacture ed in Canada, Also, A prime article of KK/P and CALF BOOTS, Ladies Kid WALKING SHOES.\u201c \u201c_ CONGRESS BOOTS, BOOTEES, strong and good, Misses nad Childrens Bouts und Shoes in variety, and iv fuck everything in his line which the market requires, \"all of a quality which DEFLES COMPETITION, \u2018The reputation of his Goods, attained by years of torah testing, is such that ray articles of an infector ality are palmed off upore purchasers as\u201c Pleree\u2019s\u201d work.Beware of the Counterfeits! The genaine articies have the Maoulie- turers stamp on the bottom, thus, \u201cCharles Fierce Rock island, C.F2?5 Orders prompuly filed, The usual terms made to the trade, CHARLES PIERCE.Ruoek Island, Stanstead, Nov.10, 1838, ROCK ISLAND, APRIL 4, 1850.C.W'.Brev REJULLD most respecttally return bis thankr VE toaliUvse who have favored him with thei patrenage for years past, and would bep 1 say that fving made sneh additions of Machinery tu tie shop as will enable him to suecessiully compete with other Mautlheturers, he is now prepared to l'urnisi Lise Who may want articles in his fine at prices which cannot Mit te suit purehusers.either at wholesale or retail, such as all kinds of IVOOD-SEAT CHAIRS, fran the small childs ehair to Ui largest and best tinished Rocking Chair.Also, Bureaus, Tubes, Stands, Buedsieads, &e., ke.Gus Noy 80.066.0 TERPERANCE HOTEL COMPANY, Hasic! Music!! Music!!! NOUR Pivees of the most popular Music of the day, for 15 cents, nt April 18, SPALDISG & Pronir's, DR UN DUO D\" COLBY'S ANFI-COSTITE AND TONI PAF Y8.VLESE ILLS and the Peaprictar, are ton Bowell known ig thes Connty to require comment.The Vitis are no! reeommended ne a curg- an.wed adapi- aed, family and uscd ed to the uses tor winch the They shout be RECOURS to the J huxes.' M.F.UOLEY.: Stanstead, April 12, Isp.T1 Sold by alt Draggiots and Merchants in Stan- stead and Orleans Counties, .EN ye Furniture Shop.INENG intee Tables, Bedsteads, Buy .5- No paper discontmued until arrcarages are paid.except at the option of the publisher.Letters, 1o receive attention, mnst he post-paid.BF Remittances by mail will be at the Pub- Lsher*s risk, il re wistered.is\u201d Correspoudtents al Exchangesin the United Sintes will please address us ul\u2018 Derby Live Vermont?CORRESPARDENCE.\u2014 Voluntary correspondence upon matters of interest, | ews, &e.ace coimpanted with: the name of the writer, (nol nee- asarily fur publication) is selicited.No attention poid to anonymeus communicas tions.in nd- is consid- Rates of Advertising.Per square, (16 lines) first insertion, 91,00 For each subsequent insertion, 25 Liberal arrangements will be nade with yearly advertisers, KZ All short advertisements, such as Estrays, Liberations, Lust, Found, Notices, &v., are thur- ud at $13 and to save the trouble of book-keep- ing nud enllecting, must invariubly be accompas nied with the cash, I§™ Advertisements inserted till forbid, unless accompiined with written insiructions, \\ JOB PRINTING.The Journal Otlice is well fited up fur executing PRINTING, nod particular attention will be given to this branch of business.Weare pres pared to print Hoydbills, Programmes, Auction Bills, Bill leads, [abels} Circulars Business, Wedding ana Ball Cards Blanks, &.&e., in neat style at short notice, Orders by mail vill pe crefully attended to awd the work forwarded with despatch."]