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I ♦ i X I ■U TUI-WEEKLY EDITION WINNSBORO. 8. 0.. JULY 3. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 THE TERDICT HEROES OF THE SHORE. r- I ( -OF— THE PEOPLE. BUY THE BEST ! } Mr. J. O. BOAO-De»r 8h-: I bought the llrst Davis Machine sold by you over live years ago tor my wife, who has given It a long ami fair trial. I am well pleased with It. It never gives any rouble, and is as good as when first bought. J. W. 11 CLICK. Wlnnsboro, 8. C. t April 1883. Mr. Boas: You wish to know what I have to say In regard to the Davis Machine bought of you three years ago. I feel i can’t say too much In its favor. I made about (80,00 within live months, at times running it so fast that the needle would get per fectly hot from friction. I feel confident I co :d not have done the same work with as much t-.sae anu so well with any other machine. No time lost in adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine 1 hare ever treadled. Brother James and Williams’ families are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bought or you. I want no better machine. As I said before, I don’t think too much can be said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully, Ellen Stevenson, 'Fairfi“ld County, Apr!’, 1883. Mr, Boag : My machine gives me perfect satis faction. I find no fault with it. The attachments are so simple. 1 wish for no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. Mrs. R. Milling. Fairfield county, Apri 1 , 1883. Mr. Boag: I bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from yon four years ago. I am deligRted with it. It never has given me any trouble, and has never been the least out of order. It is as good as when I first bought it. I can cheerfully recommend it. Respectfully. Mrs. M. J. Kirkland. Montlcello, April 30,1883. This is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over tw lyears, purchased of Mr. J. O. Boag. I haven’t found it possessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It neverrefuses to work, and is certainly the lightest running In the markeL I consider it a first class machine. Very respectfnlly, Minnie M. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, 8. C. Mr Boag : i am wen pieasea in every particular with the Davis Machine nought of you. I tniuk it a first-class machine in every respect. You know you sold several machines of the same make to different members of our families, all of whom, as far as I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mrs. M. H. Mobley. Fairfield county, April, 1883. This is to certify we have had in constant use the Davis Machine bought of you about i hree years ago. As we take In work, anct have made the price of it several times over, we don’t want any better machine.. It is always ready to do any kind of work we nave to do. No puckeringor skipp ug stitches. We can only say we are well p.ea-ed and wish no better machine, CATHERINE WYLIE AND SISTER. April 26, 1883. I have no fault to find with my mach ne, and don’t want any better. I have made tne price of It several times by taking lu.sewing. It is always ready to do Us work. I think it a flrsr-class ma chine. I feel I can t say too much for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. * Mrs. Thomas Smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J. O. Boag—Dear Sir: It gives me much pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davis Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The ma nine I got of you about five years ago. has been almost In con stant nse ever since that time. I cannot see that it is worn any, and has not cost me one cent for repairs since we have had it. Am well pleased and don’t wish lor any better. Yonrs tru’y, Host. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Wlnnsboro 8. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for the last five years. We would not have any other make at any price. The machine has given us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Tokner and Dacghters) Fairfield county, 8. C„ Jan. 21,1883. Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and It having given me perfect satis faction in everv respect as a family machine both for hea y and light sewing, and never neeiV t the least re pair in any way, I can cheerfully recommend it to any one as a first-class machine in every particu lar, and think It second to none. It Is one of the simplest machines made; my children use It with all ease. The attachments are more easily ad justed and It does a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or used. Mrs. Thomas Owings. Wlnnsboro, Fairfield county, 8. C. We have had one of the Davis Machines about four years and have always found it ready to do all kinds of work we have had occasion to da Can’t see that the machine Is worn any, and work, as well as when new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield county, S. C. My wife Is highly pleased wi*h the Davis Ma chine bought of you. She would not take double what she gave for It. The machine has not been ont of order since she had it, and ahe can do any kind of work on it. Very Respectfully, Jas. F. Free. Montlcello, Falrfiehl county, 8. C. The Davis Sewing Machine is simply a treas ure Mrs. J. A. uoodwyn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10, 1»83. J,0 Boag, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: ,Vy wife has been using a Davis Sewing Machine constant ly for the past four years, and it has never needed any repairs an 1 works just as well as when first bought She says It will do a greater range of practical work wnd do it easier and better than any machine she has ever used. We cheerfully recommend It as a No. 1 family machine, Your tnty, Jab. Q. Davis. . Wlnnsboro, 8. C., Jan. 3,1883. Mr. Boag : I have always found my Davis Ma chine ready do all kinds of to work I have b«d oc casion to do. I cannot see that the macnice la worn a particle and it works as wed as when new. Respectfully, Mrs. R. C. Gooding. Wlnnsboro, 8, C., April, 1883, Mr. Boag : My wife haa been constantly using schlne bought of you about live years Alone the coastguard moves upon his beat, Where the mad ocean leaps against the land. With steady, sleepless eye and weary feet, Through the wild hitter night along the strand. He pauses—ah I a light—a vessel’s light Is rising, falling with the angry waves; O! must the awful tempest in its might Hurl fellow creatures helpless to their graves? Bed gleams his reaching signal through the dark; Beware! Beware the perils of the shoftl Too late! the helm is gone; the fated bark Strikes on the shoais; the'waters o’er her pour. O sleepers, waken to the fearful cry That now comes speeding landward through the gale! Haste! noble coast-guard, haste! For suc cor fiy: All, all are doomed to perish if you faill Swift come the men, roused by the breath less call; Out o’er the wreck their saving line they send. Ah! women, children, see they rescue all! Safe! safe on shore where kindly arms extend. Honor the coast-guard for true victories gained! Baise the glad voice of joy, the song of praise 1 Let gratitude and justice unrestrained Give to these aging men some sunny days. IN MIDSUMMER. the Davis Mad ago. I have never always read; heavy or repair*. ave never regretted buying It, as it is fadv for any kind of family sewing, either light. It U never out of fix or neeamg Very respectfully, Fairfield, S. C., March, 1883. Ladd. Hands wanted at Willis’s Hop Gar dens, Elting.” We were sitting in the phaeton in front of Lavaud’s Hotel at Koss, when this sign met our eyes. I looked from it to Baby; Baby with a laugh in her blue eyes, returned my gaze. We understood each other. “Let us go!” she said, as we drove off. “Now?” I asked. “Nonsense! “Of course not; but we can drive home, hunt up some old dresses and old shoes, make a couple of old bonnets, and to-morrow morning, when Harry goes away, come and try our luck. “Ifrwillbe great fun.” Now he it distinctly understood that my audacious friend was “wooed an’ married an’ a’,” while I was a single young woman, accountable only to my self for my misdeeds. “And Harry?” I asked. “We will tell him when we come back.” “But,” I urged again, “what do you imagine we will have to do?” “I have only the vaguest notions of farm-work. “My knowledge has deen principally derived from story-books, and I am afraid their suggestion are, to say the least, unpractical. “I wonder if it is to pare apples, or— or —” “Pick hops very likely,” broke in Baby. “Never mind what it is, we can steal away and go home if we do not like it.” “Very well,” I said; and it was set tled. Harry took the seven o’ clock train the next morning, with an unsuspicious heart, and his wife and I went home to begin our adventure. We put on two straight, plain calico skirts, and viewed the costumes with much complacency. My jacket was a loose one, borrowed from Sarah, the cook, Baby had ripped the ruffling off her own. Our shoes were a miracle of holes—I gave a fleeting thought to Baby’s high French heels. Hop-pickers did not usually wear them, 1 thought; but I said nothing. We laughed till we were exhausted at the figures we made. Away we drove in high glee, amid the laughter of the servants, who were by this time well used to our pranks. “We will be back for the half-past five train,” shouted Baby, as w r e turned out at the gate. “Baby,” I said, when we were on the Annadale road, “do you know where it is?” “Which—the gardens or Elting?” “The gardens!” “No; but we can ask.” I wonder did there everpresent them selves at any place two such remarkable little figures as turned in at Willis’s Hop Gardens. We went past one or two fields, and met no one. At last we came to a man with a spade on'his shoulder. “Is this Willis’s Hop Garden?” asked Baby. /M “Where do * /ey want people to work?” demanded I, ashamed to let Baby do all the talking. “Oh, you want a job, do you?” Baby’s sun-bonnet dropped and quiv ered. I knew she was speechless. “Yes,” I said; “where do we go?” “To that red building over there. “Just down that path, and then to the right.” We thanked him, and ran on till wfe came to a great red building, a sort of bam with wide-open doors, and with in men and women apparently hard at work sorting and picking hops. A few turned and stopped their work, looking at ub curiously, but the rest kept on occasionally exchanging a jest with one another. A young man stood in his shirt sleeves—marvellously white they were, too—with his back towards us, giving orders to a carman who was loading a wagon. In a moment he turned and regarded us with a broad stare of astonishment. “Sir,” said Baby, “can you give us any work?” “Will you come this. way?” he asked, leading us out of the opposite doorway. • “What can you do?” he added. “Anything;” I said as confidently as I could. He showed us a pile of hops which was to be sorted from leaves and branches and put into baskets, and walked away to the first coiners. Baby and I fell to at once. She knew what she was about, and I worked under her directions. “Oh, Min,” she said, in a whisper, „we are in a nice scrape if he finds us out “Harrv Will be so angry!” “Let us steal away,” I whispered back; “we can do it in a little while.” Still we kept on, half laughing, half dismayed, for a couple of hours, when our master, as Baby insisted on calling him, came back. He might have been any age between twenty-five and thirty, tall, straight, and handsome. “I saw him glance at Baby’s white, slender fingers, where, horror of hor rors shone a diamond, which from sheer force of habit she had forgotten to remove. “You are getting along famously,” he said, in an amused tone. Then “Will you be so good as to fol low me?” He looked somewhat surprised at the quantity of work we had done. Men did not generally speak in that way to hop-pickers, hut we could not in prudence refuse; so we followed him to a little garden, where, under some trees that screened them from observa tion, we found a bench and a rude table. “Will you wait here he asked. And, touching his hat he went away. “Well,” I cried, sitting down, “if this does not heat everything! “What does it mean?” “It means that he found out who we are,” answered Baby, dejectedly. “I wish we had not come.” “Never mind,” I said, consolingly; “it is an adventure; a little more than we bargained for, that is all.” Just then caine back “our master,” carrying a tray which he deposited on the table before us. Our astonished eyes took in wine, milk, a cold chicked, fresh butter, and slices of home-made bread. “Mrs. Lester,” he said turning to Baby, “will you forgive me for recogniz ing you?” “But it was almost necessary; the men might have been rude, and it is better that you should go home now. “You are wondering how I came to know you; but I have seen you often driving around the country with your friend. “My name is Boger Carlyle.” Baby laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks; “Mr. Carlyle,” she said, “I am infin itely obliged to you. “We saw the sign yesterday at Ross, and thought we would come for the fun of the thing. “But 1 had no idea we were to have such an adventure. “I have an idea that you are masquar- ading yourself.” “Well, I am,” he acknowledged. “I am acting to-day for my uncle, who owns the place. But will you not eat something? “You must he hungry.” We were starving and did full justice to the nice luncheon. While we were eating, he went to the inn for a conveyance, and brought it round to us. “Good-bye,” said Baby, as he gave her the reins; and he sure you come and see us. “Mr. Lester will he glad to thank you.” He laughed and promised. “Oh, Babyl” I said, when we were well on our way. “What a scrape!” “Pshaw!” returned Baby. “It was plenty of fun; hut neverthe less, we will not do it again.” As the naif-past five train came in, two irreproachably dressed young ladies sat in a pony-phseton, waiting for Harry Lester. We told him about it after dinner, and though he scolded, he had to laugh, particularly when we donned our cos tumes to give him an idea of the ef fect. One good thing came out of it all— our friendship with Roger Carlyle. He came over as he had promised, and gave Harry a very ludicrous ac count of our proceedings. Did it ever lead to more than friend ship? How’ curious you are! Perhaps. A Highland Collie. It is almost certain that the dog used by the old Celtic tribes of Scotland and Ireland w..» not the modem stag hound, swift and strong and beautiful as it is, for in dealing with badger and otter a dog of this kind would be of little or no use. Nor could their favorite dog have been of the nature of the modern ter rier; for such a dog, again, however good for otter and badger, would mani festly, from lack of strength and speed, he but a poor ally in tlfe chase of the elk or stag, or boar. The only dog that now’-a-days, if kept for puriiose, could he depended upon in the varied, rough-and-tumble etiase in which the Fingalians so much delighted, would be the collie, for he is sagacious and strong, and swift and sure; far sighted at once and exquisitely keen of nose; as clever with all sorts of vermin as a terrier, and more to he depended upon in track ing and bringing to bay a deer than any staghound. A collie, in short, is fit, or could be easily made fit, to go any where and do any thing, and there can be little doubt, we think, that the famous dogs of the Fingalian baldads, the Brans, Qrumaetis Siubhlachs, <fcc., were collies. Whatever any other dog can do the collie can, with very little trouble, be taught to do quite as well, or l>etter; his extraordinary sagacity, quiet self possession, and constant an xiety to please being a foundation on which any amount of dog-usefulness can be reared in the shortest possible time, and with the least possible trouble. Properly cared for as a pup, the collie grows up a dog not only of marvellous sagacity, but of * great strength and speed as well, with an amount of courage that nothing daunts, and utter ly free f^om those fits of sulkiness and ill-humor which so frequently cause an noyance in the case of otherwise very excellent dogs of their kind. Collies have for some time been fashionable as companions and pets, for which their good temper, sagacity, and beauty em inently fit tnem. We have long been fully persuaded that, well-bred and pro perly attended to, they might easily be made the best sporting dogs in the • world. Antlpathlei and Aversions. Shakespeare, in his “Merchant of Ycnice.” has a well known passage concerning the unaccountable anti pathies of some men, and an interesting hook might he written on the subject. Not unfrequently these antipathies are stronger, and apparently, most ridicu lous in people whom one might suppose to he loftily superior to anything of the sort. Scaliger turned pale at the sight of watercress; neither he nor Peter, of Albano, could ever drink milk; Cordan was disgusted at the sight of an egg; a French lady “never could abide” the sight of boiled lobsters, and Ambrose I are records the case of a man who was similarly affected by the view of cooked eels. Vaughelm a famous , Hanoverian sportsman, slew wild boars innumerable, hut ran away from a roast, pig, or fain ted if he had not time to beat a re treat. Marshal D’ Albert was so terrified at the view of the pig’s head that if any one had fought a duel with the marshal with a pig’s head in his left hand he would have had as much 1 advantage as it he had on a suit of armor. So says Bussy, The smell of fish threw Erasmus into a fever. King Yladislas, of Poland, ran away from an apple. Zimmerman records the case of a lady who shuddered on touching the velvety skin of a peach, silk and satin being equally obnoxious to her. Dr, Beattie tells of a strong man whom the touch of velvet would dis turb. Lord . Barrymare could endure anything hut a pansy; the Princess of Lambalie anything but a violet. Gretry, the composer, and Aim of Austria abhorred the smell of roses. We read of a monk who fainted on seeing a rose, and never quitted his cell during the season of their flower ing. Fa orite, the Italian poet, had a sim ilar .version, and so had Vincent, the painter. Scaliger tells of a relative whom the sight of a lily threw into convulsions. . ' • Henry III fainted on seeing a cat, though he was passionately fond of lit tle dogs. The Duke of Schomherg had the same mortal antipathy, and the case is recorded of a gentleman who could not even bear to walk under a signboard hearing the image of poor puss. The Duke of Epernon was unaffected by the sight of an old hare, but the sight of a young one sickened him. The marshal of Breze fainted at the sight of a rabbit; in this case the antip athy could be traced back to his having shot, while firing at a rabbit, a ser vant. A hare or fox terrified Tyco Brahe nearly out of his wits. W illiam Math ews had a mortal dread of spiders, and when the Duke of Athole, thinking the antipathy feigned, approached him with his hand shut, Mathews drew his sword, and it was with great difficulty he was prevented killing himself or the duke. Marana, the author of the “Turkish Spy,” tells us that he would have pre ferred encountering a lion rather than a spider. Mather records the case of a young woman who could see a person .trim his nails with a pair of scissors, but if a knife were employed she fain ted. Beattie tells of a man who had a hor ror of seeing a person handle a cork. Le Mothe de Nayer could not l>ear the sound of any musical insti ament, though he delighted in the roar of thunder. • Augustus had a mortal fear of thun der and lightning, and though he al ways carried a sealskin as a talisman against them, would hide, if possible, in a vault. His terror had been inspired when, during a night inarch, the light ning struck his litter and killed a slave by his side. A lunar eclipse was too much for the nerves of Bacon. Bayle, the philoso pher, never could overcome his antip athy to the sound of water splashing. The Emperor Heraclius at the age of fifty nine conceived such an aversion to the sight of water that A was found necessary to build a bridge of boats across the Bosphorus and screen it closely with boughs in order that he might enter Constantinople. The cases are mentioned of one Nic- ano, who fainted whenever he heard a flute played; and a woman in Namur who fell into a swoon on hearing a hell rung. A resident of Alcantara was thrown intojconvulsions at the sound of the word wool, though he wore gar ments of that material. Pennants, the traveler, liad a great aversion to .wigs, and on one memo rable occasion, after exhausting liim- aeti in malkliclioiis upon the mayor of Chester’s head covering, snatched it off and fled through the streets with it, pursued by the indignant magistrate. James I had a decided aversion to the sight of a naked sword, and Louis XIV abhorred the sight of a gray hat. Prcelous Stones. The Calcutta Exhibition, which will open on the 5th of December, will be remarkable chiefly for tiie marvellous collection of precious stones that will be shown. Many of the native princes of India have promised to lend their finest jewels, and among these are some of the costliest in the world. The trea sures of the Nizam, Scindia, Holker, the Gaikwir. and the Maharajas of Jaipur, Patiala, and Travancor are especially rich in diamonds, rubies, and emeralds; and it is said that some of the magnates of Bhopal can, if they so choose, cover themselves with pearls. Indeed, the wealth of India in precious stones is so immense as to appear fabulous to West ern minds. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. “There are only two creatures,” says the eastern pro verb, “which can surmount the pyra mids—the eagle and the snail.” “So Jack has strained himself train ing for the doable Mali raoe?” said a Harvard boy to his otmm on the float. “Ysa, Jack never raa very strong.” “And now,” chimed in the first speaker, “aow he’s row-bust.” Itthold He was a Tramp, It came to pass, that a certain railroad man sent forth his servants to call them that were hidden to the wedding, and they would not come. Again he sent forth other servants, saying, tell them which are bidden, be hold, I have killed the old hen and pre pared the wedding dinner and opened a keg of nails and all things are ready for the ’blowout. But they made light of it and went their ways, one to his farm, another to his drug store, and another to his grist- inill and the remainder took the ser vants and entreated them spitefully, and put a tin ear on them, and frescoed them with Michael Angelo eggs. But .wlien the railroad king heard of it he bounced tlie entire outfit and shut off their passes and raised their freight tariff and busted them up in their busi ness and smote them sore on the gable end of their intellects and made it red hot for them. Then he said unto his servants, the wedding is ready, hut they winch are hidden are not worthy. Go ye therefore down the sidetracks and into the round house and the water tank and the cabooses and the gravel trains and gather together as many as ye shall find and tell them to come over to the wedding feast and fill them selves up. And the servants wi nt forth and rounded up*as many as they could find both good and had and hade them to the feast. And when the king went into the re ception room he found there a man wl:^ had not on a spank tail coat and low- necked shoes and clocked socks. And he saith to him: “Pardner, how cometh it that thou art here without any store clothes on, and wearing in stead a linen duster and jim-crow raim ent generally.” And the man was aU first speechless but he answered yet again: “Oh, railroad king! live forever. I know that I am here without a wedding garment; hut behold, 1 am a conductor on thy line, and I have reformed, and have ceased to ‘knock down;’ and be hold thy servant is poor, and he is try ing to live on his salary. And the king was wroth, and told the usher to gather him in and take him by the slack of his raiment and to cast him over the outer wall, and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth.” And while the wedding guests made merry and whooped it up, the man who w as cast out did steal around and be come solid with the cook, and filled him self up with the wedding feast on the sly. And it came to pass that when he had eaten of tire fatted calf and the wed ding cake, and absorbed all the cham pagne that he could carry away, he crawled into the mow’ and slept till the cock crew. And when the morning was come, he journeyed over the railroad track to ward Salt Lake; for behold he was a tramp. A Forgetful Chief Justice. Chief Justice Jones of New York was so fond of society that he never declined an invitation to a dinner or to an eve ning party. But “his honor” was a forgetful and an over-worked man, and his desk at home, where he studied his cases, was loaded with papers of the most miscellaneous character. When the desk could hold no more, he would put the palters into a basket, and then the process^of accumulation would go on as before. One day the chief justice, needing a certain paper, rummaged through the ’.veil-filled basket and found an invita tion to a party. That evening he dressed himself, and, about 9 o’clock, walked into the house of his friend, arrayed in white kids, white cravat, swallow-tailed coat, and In the other essentials of a party suit. On being ushered into the parlor, he found, to his surprise, the host sitting there alone, reading his paper, hut no signs of a party. “I’m afraid I have made a mistake, sir;” said the chief justice, after the cordial greeting of his friend. “If you have,” was the courteous re ply, “I am obliged to the mistake, for it has given me the honor of your coin- pan;’.” ' “But haven’t you a party to-night?” “No, sir.” “Is not that r from you, fir?” asked the judge, as he drew forth a small note from his pocket. “Certainly, judge,” replied the host, “but that was for this day of the month last yaar, when I recollect that we had the pleasure of your company.” Cm In** FiJellty. One of the most remarkable reasons probably ever urged for pardon of a criminal has been presented to the Governor of North Carolina in appli cation for the release of Tim Buckner, a negro desperado, confined in jail. About eighteen months ago Buckner incited a riot, and placed himself at the head of 100 lawless negro lumbermen, who threatened to destroy the town. The Govenor was compelled to call out the military before the riots were sup pressed. Buckner was convicted aud sent to jail for two years for being the ring leader of the mob. At the time of his arrest the negro owned two coon dogs which daily visited the Court dur ing the trial of their master and sat by his s 5 de. After Buckner was sent to jail, the poor brutes took up their sta tion at the jailyard door. During Buckner’s imprisonment tlie dogs have not been absent from their post a single night. They relieve each other during day to get food, hut at night are constantly at the door. Tlie people of the town became attracted by singular evidence of the devotion of the dumb creatures to their master. They built a kennel near the jail door and within sight of Buckner’s cell window. Govenor Jarvis’ wife visited the place a few days ago, and was moved to tears by the wonderful fidelity of Buckner’s dogs to their matter. She has joined others in recommending theGovernor to pardon Buckner, who still has a year to serve. The principal reasons urged for Executive clemency are the facts here related. So<la cure for the Skin. It is now many years ago that the author, while engaged in some investi gations as to the qualtities and effects of the alkalies in inflamations of thy skin, etc, was fortunate enough to dis cover that a saline lotion, or saturated solution of the bicarbonated soda in either plain water or camphorated wa ter, if applied speedily, or as soon as possible, to a hum or scalded part, was effectual in immediately relieving the acute burning pain; and when the hum was only superficial qr not very severe, removing all pain in ^very short time; having also the very great advantage of cleanliness, and if applied at once, of preventing the usual consequences— a painful blistering of the skin, separa tion of the epidermis, and perhaps, more or less suppuration.- • • For this purpose ?U that is necessary is to cut a piece of lint, or old soft rag, or even thick blotting iiaper 1 of a size sufficient to cover the burned or scalded parts, and to keep it constantly well wet with the sodaic lotion so as to pre vent its drying. By this means it us ually happens that all pain ceases in from a quarter to half an hour, or even in much less time. When the main part of a limb, such as the hand aud forearm or the foot and leg, has been burned, it is best, when practicable, to plunge tlie part at once into a jug or pail, or other convenient vessel filled with the soda lotion, and keeppt there until tlie pain subsides; or the limb may he swathed or encircled with a sur geon’s cotton bandage previously’ soaked in the satured solution, and kept constantly wet with it, the result being usually immediate, provided the solution he saturated and cold. What is now usually sold as bicarbonate of soda is what 1 have commonly used and recommended, although this is well known to vary much in quality accord ing to where it is manufactured; but it will he found to answer tlie purpose, although probably Howard’s is the most to be depended'ou, tlie commou carbonate being too caustic. It is be lieved that a large proportion of medi cal practitioners are still unaware of the remarkable qualtities of this easily applied remedy, which recommends itself for obvious reasons. Wreck* of Washington Life. The streets of Washington are lined with old battered wrecks that the waves aud winds of politics have cast ashore from time to Uine. It is a fact, how ever well known here, that a majority of those who are forcQtl out of public life aud settle in Washington turn out as “ne’er do weels.” I know a gradu ate of Harvard College, who was him self the President of a college, a Sena tor in Congress, aud subsequently in a position of almost uneqmilled power,wno •■settled” in Washington. Drink and cards brought him to ruin, and he was, if I am not wrong, once in jail and many times in the station house. He was a superior scholar, an eloquent speaker aai an able thinker. It was not unusuM for him to accost his for mer friends and ask for a quarter to buy him something to eat. Where he is now I do not know. I know of as sad a case in the lower house—a man of colnmanding mind and presence and rarely gifted as an orater. He was at one time a member of the constitutional convention of Kentucky, afterwards a member of the State Legislature of Ca lifornia, and was elected to codify the laws of that State; was an elector on the Fremont ticket in 1850; was Re ceiver of Public Moneys in one of tlie Territories, and subsequently Surveyor- General, and then served two terms in the House. He was sought by all the scieutific, religious aud literary socie ties here, and stood as high as any man in either branch of Cougress. Well, what of it? you ask. Well, this of it: For several years past that man kept one of the lowest dives and brothels in the city, where young men and weak men were lured by rum, cards and wo men. He died the other day in this miserable hovel, and was followed to the grave by a depraved creature of the town whom he called his wife. I can point out to you ex.-Senators here who can scarcely buy their breakfasts, who are so seedy and dilapidated that they will cross the street rather than meet an old friend. There are ex-cabinet officer’s who used to bespatter “us com mon people” with mud from their car riage wheels as they rolled grandly on, who are now not reeogmzed by their former associates. There are ex-Ge- nerals in the army, whose names have honorable mention in history, and or whose shoulders the double star of a Major-General set with pride, now so poor and Helpless that they are often Hungry vvituout a cent to buy food. A Cave In a Quarry. A remarkable discovery has been made by Edward Brown, a quarry man at Johnson’s quarries, near Pocopson, Chester county, Pa. Brown had readied a depth of tea feet, and after drilling a hole in what he supposed to be solid rock he charged it with powder, lighted the fuse and retired out of dan ger. After the blast went off he re turned, when, instead of finding broken stone, he discovered what looked more like a kitchen which had just been through an experience with a Western cyclone. There was a stove, a lot of tin cans, an iron pot, a mason’s trowel, a singularly-shaped axe and some hones. The place where the things were found had evidently been a cave, the mouth of which had been covered up, and was probably the hiding-place of some crim inal in the early days of the century, when highwaymen were numerous in Chester cqunty. Joe Hare was born within a quarter of a mile of the cave, and possibly he retired there to live when pursued. He was a noted high wayman, who was hanged at Trenton for robbing the United States mail near Lancaster. The quarry was until within a few years covered with heavy timber and thick underbrush, making it a good hiding-place. Much interest nas been exhibited in the articles found, which will be stored away as relics. : f - -- Feebleness of means is, in fact, the bleneas of him that employs them. Lundy Inland. The death of tlie owner of Lundy Is land, England, is an event that suggests some strange reflections. Mr. Heavan was the owner of the little principality which he so long ruled with jiatriarclial care, and he had an advantage which few sovereigns nowadays possess, of J ic ing uncontrolled by constitutions, cabi net or Parliament. It is true that the owner of Lundy was not what in the old German Empire was called “un- mittelbar,” hut as Clovelly town, is a good twelve miles of stormy sea from his domain, the queen’s writ was slow in running thus far. For many years the Government has been anxious to buy the island, in order, if necessary, to erect fortifications there;hut Mr. Heavan holding that it was better to he first man in Lundy than the second in Britain, stoutly refused to part with his-rocky heritage. Lundy Island is one of the portions of what may be called unex plored Britain, over which the historian and naturalist might linger longer than its diminutive area would appear To justi fy. Every voyager who has jiassed up or down the Bristol Channel knows its wild cliffs, noisy with sea-fowl, render ed famous by the picturesque jiassage iuj'.vhich Charles Kingsley has celebrated them. Every year hundreds of vessels take shelter under these granite ram parts, and the steeple of St. Mary’s Redcliffe. is not more familar to the mariners who hail from the port of Bristol than is the “Constable” of “Old Lundy.” Sailors refer to the isle in terms oi’ affection, just as yachtsman and homesick Indians speak of “the Dear Old Rock,” and perhaps for the same reason. It is the last hit of Brit ish soil they may see for long months or years, and on their return its gray crags aud flashing light are the first tangible evidence of the native land be ing once more in view. Yet in itself the island is as prosaic a spot as can well he imagined. It has the ruins of a sea-king’s stronghold, a Pharos built on the site of St. Anne’s chapel, a mansion- house, some granite quarries, and a few dairy farms. With the off-lying “Slut” it comprises about two thousand acres, and in all it is only three miles long by one broad. Butter, gannets and granite are its chief products, and though a few sheep, goats, horses and cattle graze the herbage of its narrow valley, big blocks of stone form its main export to the outer world. Lundy is not a hospitable spot, for apart from the difficulty of reaching it except in open boats or in stone-liearing barges, tlie shores are rocky and precipitous, guarded by num erous treacherous reefs, and the solitary landing-place is surrounded by jagged ixiints, which make strangers wary of approaching it even when the sea is smooth and the wind fair. The Lundy- ites are therefore not much troubled with visitors, for though the quarrymen come aud go, most of them arc natives, and so attached to the island that, unless for a run to Clovelly or Barnstaple, they rarely care to leave their lonely home. Like most islanders, they are a little suspicious of “foreigners” from Glou cester and Glamorgan who are ignorant of mining and have tiie misfortune not to be Devon folk. The soil is not more* than sufficient for those who find a liveli hood on it, and island politics have al ways tended to teach the lesson that stray men from the mainland must be regarded as boding no good to the hon est citizens of Lundy. Among other traditions confirmatory of this maxim is the curious story of how in the reign of William and Mary a ship flying the Dutch colors landed a party of men, ostensibly for the purpose of buying one of their comrades in consecrated ground. In reality they were Frenchmen, and the coffin contained weapons with which the marauders armed themselves in the church, after requesting the islanders to leave them alone to their funeral rites. Then issuing forth they desolated the little farms, ham-stringing the horses and bullocks, flinging the sheep and goats over the cliffs and stripping the inhabitants of the very cloths they wore. The inhabitants of Lundy are therefore wary of anybody seeking their hospital ity, and manage to get on very well with out newspapers and telegrams. The Turkish Grocer. - The Turkish grocer, conspicuous by his snow-white turban and his flowing heard, sits cross-legged on the high- raised floor of his shop, with a by no means distant background of canisters and bottles; with his scales suspended from the roof, aud with all the materials of his trade close and ready to his hand. Usually a female friend or purchaser is also seated on the shop-board, but with her legs dependent in the street. Of course she wears a yashmak and feridjee, hut a yashmak is no bar to oral conver sation, and still less is it a bar to the language of the eyes, and conversation of the one kmd or the other, goes on for an indetinite time between the grocer and his visitor. When a veritable cus tomer arrives the old Turk does not trouble himself to remove the chibouque from his lips, but stretches out his hand to the required canister or bottle, draws down the scales from the roof, and sup plies the article demanded. Sitting, as he does, a little above the faces of his customers, he looks down giavely and benevolently upon them and seems to say: “Look around, there are no dark corners in my shop; no sand can lurk undetected in the sugar which I present to you in the light of this blazing suu; nor could the insidious horse-bean, if I were to introduce it among tlie fragrant berries of Mocha, escape your penetrat ing gaze.” The restaurateur’s cook, as he stands behind his smoking pots and shining stewpans, in like manner takes the entire crowd of spectators into his confidence, and defies them to mistake a rabbit, which he dissects before them, for a cat or a puppy. All the tradesmen and handicraftsmen sedm to say to the intending purchasers: “Behold us! We are all fair and above hoard. You will find in us no untradespien-like artifices. We lay bare to you all the arts and mysteries of our crafts.' Would you buy a gorghan,(wadded quilt,)’you shall see us weigh out the cotton which it shall contain, and you may watch us as we make it up, and judge'for yourse-f whether we are the men to connive at the surreptitious insertion of inferior material.”