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" ' t VOLUME XXXVII. CAMDEN, S. C., OCTOBER 10,1878. NUMBER 13. I . _ . THE CAMDEN JOURNAL Published Every Thursdai At CAMDEN; S. CI, BY G. G. AEEXIAXBER, SUBSCRIPTION RATES. {In Advance.) One Year $2 ?0 Six Month* 1 23 DR. I. H. ALEXANDER, Dental Surgeon, COLUMBIA, S. C. Corner Gates and Plain Streets. DR. T. BERWICK LEGARE, DENTIST, GRADUATE OFTUE BALTIMORE COLLEGE OF DENTAL SURGERY. OFFICE?DEKALB HOUSE. Entrance on Broad Street Wm. DT^TRANTHAM, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BROAD 8TEET, Camden, S. o. J. D. DUNLAP, TRIAL JUSTICE, BROAD STREET, CAMDEN, SO. CA. BgU Business entrusted to his care ?mi nmmnt attention Will ICWIIV june7tf. | J. T. HAY, I \ ATTORNEY AT LAW AND Trial Justice Office over store of Messrs. Baum Bros. Special I attention given to the collection of claims. j J. W. DbPASS, I ATTORNEY AT LAW AND Trial Justice. Baslnesi of all Kinds promptly transacted. W. L. DEFASS, attorney at law, camden, s. c. I Will practice In all the State and Federal Courts. Jan28tf | T. H. CLARKE^ * attorney at law, camden, s. c. Office?That formerly occupied by Capt. J. M. Davis. ' jan?tf PHOTOGRAPHS ! Mr. W. S. Alexander being in Camden on a short visit, will open his Gallery for the accommodation of his many friends and I former Datrons. He is prepared to take as fine Photographs as can be mado in the State. Copying and enlarging also done in the best style. He has on hand a splendid assortment ef Picture Frames, Chromos, etc., for sale at the lowest cash prices. Give him a call. FREDERICK J. HAY, Architect and Builder, OAMDEN, S. C., Will furnish plans and estimates for all kinds of buildings. Contracts taken at moderate figures, and promptly and carefully attended to. Orders left at the CaMDE.v occnal office will receive immediate attention. I Marchltf SERONEY A REED, Auctioneers. CAMDEN, S. C. Orders solicited and satisfaction guar. anteed. JOHN 0. WOLST, PLAIN, ORNAMENTAL, AND r SIGN PAINTER, Paper Hanger & Glazier, CAMDEN, S. C. sept23.12m Riddle's Hotel, LANCASTER C. H., S. C. Having purchased the Hotel formerly occupied by Mr. Jones Crockett, situated on Main street, I am prepared to receive transient and permanent boarders. Good accommodations at reasonable rates. Stables and Lots free to drovers. JanlSlf J. M. RIDDLE, Be Sure to Stop at the Latham House, CAB DEN, S. C. (TBAhBtSNT BOAED, $2.00 PER DAT.) :o: fgj?*Ample accommodations. Tables supplied with the best the Markets afford. Every attention paid to the comfort of Quests. < V&F Persons stopping at the Latham House will he conveyed to and from the . depot free of charge. Passengers, without ^ heavy baggage, will he convoyed to and from any part of the town, not above DeKalb street, at 25 cents. ???*Connected with the house is a firsl ^ claBS Bar, which ia located separately from ^ the house, and orderly kept. fl?*Conveyances supplied to guests or Iieral terms, either for city or country use, nan8-ly S. B. LATHAM, Proprietor. 2Watehes9Sto$7. R?TolTen<Ha^ Iy\ 12.00. Over loo la tan Novelties r* Ag'uw?at?cLtto.Supp]jrCoJ*4?hTlile.Teim.^^r JOOTS, SHOES, &C. The undersigned respectfully informs hit lends and the public generally that h< ay still be found at his shop, cne dooi est of the postoffice, where he is prepared execute promptly and in the most stylist id durable manner all jobs that may b< ten him. He will also make or repaii Lrnass, or in fact anything else in hii tie. He only solicits a call, t ISAAC YOUNG. ^.ug- 6-^-tf CI 1-1 A 9JLPWIU1 Aiimuvu By BklirecteJ to our Btook of PjpeB am ^S^^^Htchaum Goods. KIRKLEY & SMITH. |^^|^^bflceo. Cigars and moIters Articles. and better stock, and at lowe 1st received by F KIRKLEY & SMITH. Childhood. Before life's sweetest mystery still The heart in reverence kneels; The wonder of the primal birth The latest mother feels. We need love's tender lessons taught As only weakness can; God hath Lis small interpreters? The child must teach the man. We wander wide through evil years, Our eyes of f&itk grow dim; But he is freshest from his hands And nearest unto Him ! And haply, pleading long with Him For sin-sick hearts and cold, For angels of our childhood still The Father's face behold. Of such the kingdom / Teach thus ub ; 0 Master most divine, To feel the deep significance Of these wise words of thine ! The hauty feet of power shall fail Where meekness surely goes; No cunning find the key to hevven. Kn clronirlli ita cat pa unoloB6. Alone to guilalessness and love Those gates shall open fall; The miiid ofpiide is nothingness. The child-like heart is all. [John 0. Whittier THE STONE-CUTTERS STORY.. He was whistling over his work, careless, from long custom, of the solemn significance of the letters he was cutting in the white marble. A June son was nearly at the end of the day's journey sinking slowly to rest upon the boson of the broad Atlantic, whose waves washed the shores of the little seaport town of Monkton. A stranger, handsomely dressed in gray, with large lus* trous brown eyes, came to the fence that was areund the yard where the ?A ? ? ? ? ? -?1- ? J ' MAn J f h A sione-cuuer wurkeu, ?uu icau mo .tering, almost completed, upon th# tombstone: HIRAM GOLBY, Aged 35. LOST AT SEA, JANUARY, 1866. The last 9ix was nearly completed. A strange pallor gathered for a moment upon the stranger's face, and then he drew a long, deep breath, and said : 'Is not ten years a long time to be cutting letters on a tombstone, friend V 'Eb, sir V The stone-cutter looked, shaded his oyes with bis brown hand, as he turned his face tp the setting sun. 'This is 3876,' woo the groTC reply, and Hiram Golby has been ten years under the waves.' .??? it .v. i.? Weil, Sir, mats me ijuesbivu?to there ?' Is he there ? Your stooe tells us he is and has been for ten years/ Yes, sir, so it does?so it does. And yet she has ordered it. She came over & week or so back with a worried look upon her sweet face that I have never seen any thing but patience iir the ten long years, and she said to me : 'You may cut a stone. Davy,' Bhe says, 'and put it up in the churchyard, and I don't waDt to see it. I'll pay you whatever you chooie to ask, Davy,' she says, 'but ?--? * ne B 1101 ueitu. UUU UUU l nauv u stone.' 'Lor, mum,' says I, ;he'd a' turned up all these yearo if be was not dead.' But she shook her pretty head, the prettiest I ever seen, sir, and said she : 'My heart never told me that he was dead, Davy, and I'll never believe it till my heart tells me so.' 'His sweetheart ?' questioned the stranger. 'His wife, sir?bis loving, faithful wife, that's had property, and loneliness and misery, her full Bhare, and might ha' bettered herself.' 'How was that ?' Mr. Miles, sir, the richest shopownei hereabouts, he waited patieutly for seven long years, trying to win her. Then he said that she was free even if Hiram came back/ 'Enoch Arden/ muttered the stranger. What did you aay, sir ?' 'Nothing, nothing. What answei did the widow make, Mr. Miles V 'If Hiram's dead/ said 6he, 'I'm bii faithful wife' 'Maybe you are from the city, sir, and have heard the storj of oar Pearl T What story is that?' 'Woll, sir, it's been told many time more particularly in the last year, bu , you're welcome to what I know of it . There, that six is done, and I'll leavi the Scripture text till morniDg. I ' you'll come to the gateway and take i . 6oat on somo of the stones, I'll tell you i that is, if you care to hear it.' 'I do care.' was the grave reply; ] ' want verv much to hear the story.' 'Maybi you're some kiu to th< Pearl of Monk ton?that's what the] cell Mrs Goldby hereabouts. It's ? matter ot thirty-three years back, sir . that there was a wreck ofl Mouktoi rocks, that you can see from here, sir 1 now tide's low. Cruel rocks they ar< i and many a wreck they've seen, thi 5 more tho pity. You see them, air ?' | 'I see them,' , 'Well, sir, with this one wrenk ? thirty-three years ago, there was noth r ing washed ashore but a bit of a gir i | baby three or four years old, with skin like a lily leaf, and great blac eyes. Hiram Goldby found heron th rooks. He was a boy of twelve yeari strong and tall, and lie carried the chil *j in his arms to his mother. You ma see the cottage. ,sir, the second whit . one on the side of the hill.' 4I see it.' 'Well, Hiram took the baby ther r and Mrs. Goldby was the same as mother to it?a good woman, God blei her soul?the Widow Goldby.' 'Is sho dead; then ?' 'Aye, sir, six years agone. The babj I was telling yop of, sir, talked a for eign lingo, and was dressed beautiful it rich clothes, that tuust have cost a powei of money. But never would Hiram 01 tLe widow sell them, putting them up carefully in case the child was evei looked for; She was that pretty, sir, and that dainty, that everybody citllcd her Pearl, though she was not like our girls, but afraid, always deadly afraid of the sea. I have seen her cleocb her mite of a hand and strike at it, for sba had a bit of temper in her though notiu iog to harm. 'When Hiram made his first vuyaj v for they were all seafaring men ' abouts, and there was nothing for . 4 to do but ship, the Pearl was just a tie washed-out lily, a fretting anui came home again. And it was so whet ever he went, for they were sweetheart from the first time he neBtled her baby face to his breast, when he picked her up from the wreck. She was sixteen when they were married, as near a9 we could guess; Hiram was a man ef twenty-four. She prayed him stay at home then, and he stayed a year, but he tretted for the sea, and he went aeain, thinking, I s'pose. that bis wife would get used to it, as well as all wives hereabounts must do. But she never did?never. It was just pitiable to 9ee her go about,, white as a corpse, whon Hiram went away, ne^er looking at the sea without a shudder like a death chill. " * - . . _<?_! All through the war it was just awrui, for Hiram enlisted on board a man-o,war, and Pearl was just a shadow when be came home she last time/ 'After the war T Yes, sir; but he made no money of any account, and so went again, after staying at home a long spell. Well, he never came back. Twasn't no manner of use telling Pearl ho was lost; she'd just shake her pretty head and say : 'He'll come back/ Not a mite of mourning would she wear, even after bis mother gave him up and went in black; for, sir, it stands to reasou he's dead years ago/ 'It looks so/ Of course it doe9; nobody else doubts it but Mrs Goldby. Old Mrs. Goldby's last words were?'I'm going to meet Hiram/ and they say the dying know. But even then that didn't make Pearl think so. She wore mournin^ frtr hnd been the OdIv "*e> ? ? mother she knowcd of, but not weeds. Weeds was for widows, she said, and otic wasn't a" WKT0W7' 'Aud the stone.' Well, sir, I'm coming to that. A year ago sir; a fine gentleman from France came here hunting for a child lost on this coast. He'd heard of Pearl by happen^chancrs, if there is such, and'eame here. When he saw the clothes he just fainted like a woman.' 'She was related then V The strangers voice was husky, but the sea air was growing chill. 'Her father, sir.' 'He took her away 'He tried to. He told her of a splen did home he had in New York, for he'd followed his wife and child, sir, to the city they had never reached. He was rich and lonely. He begged his child to go. but she would not. 'Hiram will come here for me,' she said, 'and he must find me where be left me.' Oh, bow has she lived 'Sewing, sir, mostly. The cottage was old Mrs. Goldby'B, and bless yon, Pearl did not eat much more tfian a bird, and her dresses cost next to nofh iog. But there's no denying she was i very poor?very, and yet the grand ; home and big fortune never tempted her. So her fatlftr come off and on tc see her, until April. An' he died, sir * and left our Pearl all his fortune and i the graod house in New York. Bui ! she'll not go, sir; she'll die here, waiting i for Hiram who'll never oome.' The stranger lifted his face that had - been half hidden in his hand and saiJ : 'There was a shipwreck iu the Pacifii r Ocean, Davy, years and years sgo. ant one man only was saved?saved; Davy I ty savages who made him a slave, th< i worst of slaves! But one day this sailo j saved the life of the chiefs daughtei who was in the coils of a huge snake and the chief released him. More thai *L-' '? l<!m n)inii>A oninps an! 9 UIUI, lie |;avc uiui vuw*w t woods, and sent him abroad on the firs . passing ship. So the sailor landed in 3 great city, sold bis presents and pat th f gold in safe keeping. Then be travciei i till be reached the seaport town wher , he was born, and coming there at sun set, heard the story of bis life from th [ lips of a man cutting his tombstone.' Not a wurd spoke Davy. Standinj i erect, he seized an immense sledge hum j mer, and with. powerful blows frot i strong, uplifted arms, dashed the mar ? m? , I ble into fragments. mm, panun; i i with exertion, he held out his brawn; , bands to the stranger?a stranger n 3 longer. 9 'I've done no better work in my life than I've done in the last five minutes Hiram. Go home, man, and mak , Pearl's heart glad. She don't need it - Hiram?she don't need it. You aske 1 me about the stone. The neighbor a drove her to ordering it, twitting he k that sh; was now rich, she grudged th o stone to her husband's memcry. S j, she told me to cut it, but says, 'Don d put dead upon it Davy?put lost at set y for Hiram's lost, but he'll be found an ;c come back to me.' She never looked r it Hiram, never. And there's not a hour, nor hasn't been for ten years, thi a, she hasn't been looking for you to cow a baok. Go to her, man, and the Lord it blessing bo upon both of you." i So, grasping the bard, brown bant Hiram Goldby took the path to the lit r tie white cottago where he had been bora forty-five years before. Tho sod i had set aod tbe darkness was gathering, * but a little gleam of light streamed from ; the window of the cottage. Ho drew i near softly, and standing on the seat of the porch, looked over the ball cnrtain , into the neat but poor sitting-room. ! % It was not the grand house, Pearl's 1 heritage in New York, but Pearl herself was there. A slender woman, with a pale, sweet face, and black hair smoothly banded and gathered into rich braids at the back of her shapely head. Her dress was a plain, dark one, with white rufflles, caffs and an apron. - <-> ? * t i. one naa Deen sewing, out uer nun I was put aside, and presently she came (\n ihe open window and drew ojide the ;urtnin. She did not see the tall figure drawn closely against the wall* in the narrow porch, bat her dark eyes looked toward the sea, glimmering in the half light. 'My darling!' she whispered, 'ore you dead, and has yoar spirit come to take mine where we shall part no more ?' Only the wash of the wave below answered her. Sighing softly, she said : "la my darling coming T I feel him so near me, I could almost grasp him.' She stretched out her arms over the low window*sill, and a low voi5? answered her: 'Pearl! Pearl!' The arms that had so long grasped only empty air, were filled then, as Hi? ram stood under the low window. 'Do not move, love/ she whispered, pressing her soft lips to his : 'I -always wake when you move/ 'But now/ he said, 'you are already awake. See, Pearl, your trust was heaven-given. It is myself, your fond, true husband, little oue, who will never leave you again.' 'It is trae ! You have come!' she cried et last, bursting into a torrent of happy tears. 'I knew you were not dead. You could not be dead and my heart not tell me/ It was long before tbey could think of anything but the happiness of reuoion after the many years of seporation, but at last, drawing Pearl closer, Hiram whispered?"I walked from'J , love, and am enormously buDgry.' And Pearl's merry laugh chased the last shadows from her happy face, and she bustled about the room preparing supper. 'Supper for two!' she cried, ijeefullv. : ^? The grand house in New York is tenanted by its owners, and Hiram goes to sea no more; but iu the summer time two happy people come for a quiet month to the little white cottage at Monktou, and have always to listen to Davy's tale of the evening when he was cutting Hiram Goldby's tombstono, and ended by smashing it into atoms. 'For/ it is the invariable ending of the tale, 'Pearl was right, and we were wrong, all of us; for Hiram Goldby was lost at sea. Bure enough, but- he was not dead, and be came to her faithful love as she always said he woald. A Big Job. Two years from this time the great , St. Gothard tunnel through the Alps, uniting Switzerland and Italy, must either be completed or the contractor, , Mr. Favre, will have a heavy penalty tc pay. Under the termB be must pay | $1,000 for every day later than Octa , ber 1, 1880. on which it remains un, finished. If fix months afterward it is [ still uncompleted he loses 82,000 pc? day, and if twelve months go post with ( out it being turned over, he forfeit! everything, including his bond oi I $1,600,000. The undertaking is a gi. pantic one, and some engineers doubt ii , Favre not is badly beaten at last. JTh? main tunoel is over 29,000 feet long I and the work on it is only prosecuted | under tremendous difficulties. All th< power uaed in drilling is furnished bj 3 compressed air, which is prepared out I side by powerful pumps and stored up in vast tanks. The locomotives whiol g draw from the tunnel tho blasted roci r are also ruo by compressed air, as th< . use of Bteam in such a hole would bi , impossible. As it isj the men at worl 3 often suffer excessively from the fou j vapors, partly natural and partly pro t ducod by tho explosions of dynamite Q which are so constant that an observe e compares them to cannon-firing in battle j These gases would collect and be fata e except that the exhaust air from th . drills is employed to drive them towan e the mouth of the excavation. Favre i laborine with splendid energy, and thi y working force is as large as he can pu on. It is vastly to his inteaest to hurr q for he will receivo a bonus of 81,001 . for each day previous to October lsl ? 1880, on which he has his task finished y The tunnel will cost about 855,000,000 0 although when it was first undertakei the estimates were some twenty million , less than the above figures. The dis , crepancy was occasioned by engineerf g mistakes, and when it was found tha . the enterprise would be much more ex ,j pensive than originally announced, th ' -n j .g discovery discouraged an cuuuemcu ir Bnt the Swiss, Italian and German gov e ernment8 increased their subvcntiom 0 private subscriptions were stimulate' t and financial success was assured. Th r laborers employed are Italians, abou j the only workingmen who oould be et lt gaged at the small wages paid, averag n ing from 60 cents to $1,25 per daj A writer speaks of them as the Ohines 10 of Europe, but we doubt if even Joh >8 would not demur at being asked to d such laborious, exhausting aad dangei j our work for the same amount of pa; Too Hot for Him. 1 As Confederate war reminiscences are 1 the order cf the day, here is one too i good to lie buried The hero of the 1 joke we call him Jim. Ho was at^ tached to Ilosser's Cavalry, in Stuart's command. Jim was noted for Lis strong antipathy to shot and shell, aod a peculiar way he had of avoiding too close ' a commuoion with the same, but at last all plans failed to keep him out of the "row," and he with his comrades under a lieutenant, was detailed to support a battery that composed a portion of the rear guard. The enemy kept pressing so close in fact, as to endanger the rc^ treating forces and the troops covering the retreat had orders to keep the enemy in check, for a given period, at all hazards, and the order was obeyed to fVia l/ittor f tinner li nnitnr IV Pftllirif? fire. 7"-* """-ft" O o Oar friend Jim grew desperate. He stack behind trees that appeared to his excited vision no larger than ram rods. He then tried lying down. In fact, ho placed himself in every position that his' genius conld invent, bat the "hiss" of the ballet hunted him still. At last, in despair, he called to his commanding officer: "Lieutenant, let's fall back!" "I cannot do it, Jtm," replied the officer. "Well' I'll be drat if we don't get cleaned up if we stay here 1" "My orders, Jim, are to hold this place and support that battery of guns," pointing to the artillery close by. "If we fall back, the enemy will rash in and captare the cans." Just at that time a well-directed bullet impressed Jim with tho fact that a change of base became necessary. Jim found another apparently protective spot, and, as he recovered his mind, he eang out: "Oh / Lieutenant! what do you think them 'ere cannons cost?" "I don't know, Jim; I suppose $1,000." "Well," said Jim, "let's take np a collection and pay for the d?d guns, and let the Yankees have 'em." . * Russian Ladles Fight a Duel. A good deal has lately been heard of the progress of female emancipation in Russia, hat it is somewhat of a novelty to find the Russian hdics figuring in the character of duelists, as was the case not loDg since with two belles of Petigorsk, a well known fashionable resort on the northern slope of the Caucasus. A dispute arose between the rival beauties,'springing out of the attentions paid to each in turn by a handsome young cavalry officer quartered in the that one of the A mason s* at"' Ieng tli^ifs-' patched her maid to the other with a formal challenge, which was instantly accepted. The belligereots met without seconds in a lonely place outsido the town, each armed with a brace of loaded pistols. Before, however, they had even taken np their respective positions, the trembling of the one lady's hand caused her pistol to explode prematurely, sending a bullet through the dress of the other, who shriekod and fell down in a swoon. The assailant, frightened out of her wits, flung awuy her weapen and rushed to raise the supposed corpse ; but her ungrateful antagonist, recovering her senses as suddenly as she had lost them, clutched her by the hair with ono hand, while boxing her ears with the other in the 1 most energetic style. The firing having now ceased, the battle proceeded j band to hand. Locks of hair, ribbons, r and shreds of clothing flew in every direction, and but for the timely advent of three or four policemen the affray { might have ended like the somewhat , similar combat of Kilkenny cats. Tbe military Lothario's only remark on ( hearing tbe story was ; "It's lucky p they took to clawing each other instead ; of me." r How Fortunes are Made Quick. * The growlers assert that the recent ' rise in silver stocks does not make the ' times any bettor. As fast as lucky 5 operators clean up they rush off to San r Francisco or tlio lakes to Bpend their " money, and some are in such a hurry ' that they do not even settle their small 1 bills. A good many Comstockers who c assert that Sierra Nevada was going to 3 $200 a share could not resist the tempta9 tion to realize at $35 and $40, and got c nut. with a handsome Drofit. A couple of Italian vegetable dealers ' on C., street realized $11,000 on a lot ? of this stock, which they had bought r at $4 75 a share. They gave their ' store away to a friend, and will start ' for sunny Italy nest week. 9 A man who was dealing faro over the * El Dorado saloon bought some of the 9 stock at $5. and induced every body 9 around the game to go in except ono 1 man, who 6aid that faro was good enough 7 for him All had sold out last Sat'urday at $37, and are going off to have a '' good time. The man who didn't buy was a case-keeper, who says that he > hasn't called the turn right in five years. n Numbers of people who passed for 9 poor folks, aud were always ranked as such, are now coming to the front and J milliner mftnPV oat of old StOckinttS to r-?B ?j --- ? .. invest. Capital is coming out of its * hole with a vengeance, and 820 pieces e are swarming like flies who rush to flit '* joyously in the warm sunshine, or stick * in the seductive molasses jug, may be.? h Virginia City (Nev.) Chronicle. e As many as 7,000.000 persons in all 11 are computed to have died in the Chinl* eso famine. The province of Shansi I* alono is said to have lost 5,000.000 of inhabitants in the last winter, in the 16 districts where tho distress is most sen vere people prey upon eachother like wild 0 beasts; Jand in hundreds, or even thou"" sands of villages, seven-tenths of the f population are already dead. A Dream. The editor eat in his arm chair in mu> sings deep, and weary and worn he fell asleep; his thoughts bad been running on the promise made, "when cotton comes in you will surely be paid." The days of the spring and the summers as well, were pulled through as editors only can tell; but buoyed by hope and living on air survived lie, and now the cotton is here. The tale is a sad one, the subs seem all fled, or fly as they sell, and he sees not a 'red.' Asleep! while the breezes play through his locks, and at the door some one impatiently knocks, and not only one but many another, creditors all, ah ! there is the bother. 1 ,L.i I? duc wnai id tnat sonna mat uicu&n uu tha air, and makes his heart throb while he dreams in his chair, subscribers are trampiog who cotton have sold, they are coming, yes, coming, with greenbacks and gold. He wakes from hia dream and looks all around, no subscriber is seen, not a greenback is found, and, alas, this poor editor falls prone on the ground, and but for seme kind friend who helped him to rise and spriogkled water in his face be might have died in the swonn. ' There is more truth than poetry in this, reader, and if you owe us anything please bring it in without farther notice, and oblige yours truly, A Wife's Skull as a Souvenir. An English paper 6ays that a very unpleasant discovery was made at Nimrs a short time ago by the wife of a mason who, while looking for some linen in one or ner husband's Doxes, camo upon a , womnn'e skull. She at once requested her husband to inform her how be came into the possession of euoh a sinister object, and when be told her that it was a souvenir of his first wife, she begged him to get rid of it, which, after some hesitation, he consented to do. The story got bruited abroad in the village, and, on its coming to the cars of the police, the mason was prosecuted for "violating a burial place." The case 1 was tried before the local tribunal, and 1 from the evidence given it appeared that 1 the accused, hearing that the remains of his wife, who died in 1871, were to be I disintered, induced the Mayor of his village to allow the grave digger to give ' him a part of the body that he might 'mi | preserve it as a souveu-r. jliuj gravedigger brought him the skull rolled up iu a piece of cloth, and this the mason ' niouslv ureserved io a box. The tribn- 1 liai, llUIQlli'g luuv uut?utiviuatu nau util) been guilty of any sacrilegious- act, acquitted him, and this decission has baen confirmed by the Court of Appeals at Nimes.?Pall Mall Gazette. PoisonsThe poison so frequently used by the Italians in the seventeenth century wa3 called "aqua tofana," from the namo of the old woman Tofania, who made and sold it in small fiat vials which she called manna of St. Nioholas, on one side of which was an image of the saint. ?? j ? iL!. i?flc. r?. u-ip ~ one earned on mis iruuiu iur uau a vuutury and eluded the police, but ou being detected confessed that she bad been a party in poisoning 600. people. Numerous persons were implicated by her of all ranks, and many of them were publicly executed. All .. Italy was thrown into a ferment, and many fled, while persons of distinction, on conviction, were strangled in prison. It appeared to have been used mainly by married women who were tired of their husbands. Four or six drops were a fatal dose but the effect was not sudden and therefore not suspected. It was as dear as water, but the chemists have not agreed about its real composition. A proclamation of the Pope describes it as aquafortis distilled iuto arsenic, and others considered it as a solution of chrystalized arseoic. The senrat nf ifq nrflnnrntinn was conveved to Paris, where the Marchioness de Brinvaliers poisoned her father and two brothers, and she, with many others, were executed; and the preparers of it were burned at the stake. A Beautiful Allegory. Mr* Crittenden, of Ky., was once engaged in defending a man who hadjbeen [ indicted for a capital offenso. After an elaborate and powerful argument, he closed his effort with the following striking and beautiful allegory: "When God in his eternal council conceived the thought of man's creation he called to him the three ministers who wait constantly upon the throne?Jus* tice. Truth and Mercy?and thus ad dressed them ; 'Shall we make man V Then said Justice, '0 Qod make him not for he will tramplo upon thy laws.' Truth made answer, also: 'Oh; God, make him not, for he will pollute thy sanctuaries. But Mercy, dropping, npou hef knees, looking up through her tears, exclaimed; '0, God, make him? I will watch over him with my care through all the dark paths which he may tread/ Then God made man, and said to him, '0 man, thou art the child of Mercy ; go and deal with thy brother." Lieutenant Thomas A. Mahood, of the Confederate army, was temporarily stationed in Pennsylvania during the war, where he fell in love with Miss Gontry. The removal of the troops seperated the lovers to meot no more, but though both subsequently married, Mr. Mahood is informed that his sweetheart of fifteen years sgo recently died at Philadelphia and left him part of her fortune. Blame not before you examine the truth. - ] I advertising rates. Time. 1 in.*- i col. i col. 1 col. ^ 1 week,$l 00 $5 00 $9 00 $16 00 2 " 1 75 750 1226 20 00 3 ?? 2 60 9 00 16 26 24 00 4 ii 3 00 10 60 18 00 27 60 6 " 3 60 U 76 20 60 31 00 6 " 4 00 12 60 22 76 84 00 7 ? 4 60 18 26 24 76 87 00 8 << 6 00 14 00 26 00 40 00 3 mos 650 17 00 82 00 60 00 4 << 7 60 19 00 89 60 69 00 6 ?? 8 60 24 00 48 00 % 84 00 ; . 9 ?? 9 60 80 00 59 00 103 00 12" 10 26 36 00 68 00 120 00 A Ear Transient advertisements must be accompanied with the cash to lnaure Insertion. __ White Elephants. The oldest of ibe white elephants of Siam, which was born 1770, died in its temple at Bangkok in November last. Every one knows that this famous eles phant, before whom a whole people bow the knee, is the emblem of the King of Siam, Each white elephant possesses its palace, a vessel of gold, and harness resplendent with jewels. Soveral man'* darins are attached to its service, andfeed it with cakes and sugarcane. The Ring of Siam is the only person befotw whom it bends tbe knee, and a% similar salutation is rendered it by the monarch. The deceased idol has been accorded a magnificent funeral. A hundred JBuddhist priests officiated at the ceremony. The three surviving white elephants, preceded by trumpets and followed by an immense concourse of people, accompanied tbe fanoral to the banks of the, Menam, where the king and his noble lords received the mortal remains, which were transported to the opposite bank for burial. A procession of thirty vessels figured at that curious ceremony. All the floating houses ranged in double file on the Menam, to tbe number of over sixty thousand, were adorned with flags of all colors and symbolical attributes. To the Girls. Never marry a man who has only his love for you to recommend him. It is very iascinating, out it aoes not make the man. If he is not othy wise what he should be, you will never be happy. x The most perfect man wlio did not love yon, should never be yoor husband. But though marriage without love ia terrible, love only will not do. If the mao is dishonorable to other men, or mean, or given to aoy vice, the time will come when you will either loathe him or sink to his level. It is hard to remember, amidst Liases and praises, that there is any thing else in the world to be done or thought of but love making; but the days of life are many, and the husband ?-ust be a guide to be trusted?a companion, a friend, as well as a lover, Many a girl married a man whom she knew to be anything but good, 'because he loved her so.' And the flame has died on the hearthstone of home before long, and beside it there has been sitting one that she could never hope would lead her heavenward ?or who if she followed him aa a wife ' should, would guide her steps to perditiop. Marriage ii a tolemu thing?a ^ "Is this Seat Occupied." Ad old but vigorous looking gentleman, seemingly from the rural districts, got into a car and walked its full length without receiving an invitation to sit down. Approaching one gentleman who bad a whole bench to himself, ho asked : 'Is this seat occupied V 'Yes, sir, it is/ impertinently replied the other. 'Well/ replied the broad shouldered agriculturalist, 'I will keep this seat until tho gentleman comes.' The original proprietor withdrew himself haughtily to one end and looked iusul1 4 i. 1 *1 . 1 A _ x - tea. Alter awnue toe train got in mo* tion, and still nobody came to claim the reat, whereupou the deep-chested agriculturalist turned and said; 'Sir when you told tbat this seat was occupied you told me a lie'?such was his plain language ; 'I never sit near a liar if I can avoid it; I would rather stand up.' Then appealing to another party he paid: 'Sir, may I sit next to you ? You don't look liko a liar.' Wo need hardly to say that be got his seat, and that the original proprietor thought that there was something wrong about our social system.?Baltimore Gazette. Schools. ThA dftmnni] of thfi Nationals for agricultural and mechanical schools, is cue that will have to bo met sooner or later by the dominant party. Our pub'* lie schools have been too closely oonfined to the branches that are most necessary to the professional man. We must educate youth for the farm and the work shop just as we do for the store, the bar, and the pulpit. It is idle for us to wonder at tho boys deserting country homes to seek occupations in the city as long as their schooling leads in that direction only. Some of the States have agricultural colleges, but that is not enough; there should be agricultural and industrial schools as well. Only in this way can the young men of this country be brought to ap predate the real dignity of labor, to realize that there is do more honor on the bench than in the field.? Champion. A Gloom Caat O'er the Scene. "Beautiful, beautiful silken hair," Philip murmured fondly, toying loving' ly with one of her nut-brown tresses, "soft as the plumage on an Angel's wing, li>cht as the thistle down that dances on the Hummer air ; the shimmer of sunset, the glitter of yellow gold, the rich red brown of autumnal forests blend in entrancing beauty in its?" And just then it csme off in his bands, and he forgot just what to say next. There was a moment of profound silence, and then Aurelia took it from him and went out of the room with it. When she came backjhe was gone. They meet hnt thflT meet as straoeers. and the eyes that were wont tow beam upon each other with the awakened love light, now glare as though life was an eternal wash day.?Burlington Hawkeye, No one can be gre&tjrbo ii not virtuous.