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m . &H- i r. ■# v-* TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. DEfLMBER 29.1883., ESTABLISHED 1848. MUTABILITY. t/0 The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies. All that we wish to say Tempts and then flies. What is the world’s delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. < Virtue, hew frail it is ! Friendship too rare I Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair 1 But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all Which hours we call. Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day. Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou, ^nd from thy sleep, Then wake to weep. THE SLEIGHING JCAKTY. “Are you plentifully supplied wraps, little sister? We have a with long ride before us, and a cold one. “Oh, yes, Bob. Mamina took good care to see to that. Do take this great shawl, will you? She insists that I will need it, although I shall not, I am sure.” The carriage waiting at the door on this cold December morning conveyed me, Rob Ellison, and my sister Nanette to the depot to take the train for Ever- ton, where we arrived after a day’s ride. Another carriage met us there and took us to “The Elms,” the old mansion of my uncle, John Crofton. “The Elms” was a genuine old coun try house where the genius of hospitality reigned supreme. Tue walls were decorated with pictures, some of which were old-time portraits of fair ladies with powdered hair, gorgeous in silks and laces. Deer antlers, fishing-rods and engravings of dogs and horses were in the hall, and through the open doors that were never shnt rolled a glowing warmth of anthracite. It was a Jolly place to visit. Uncle John was a fine old gentleman. His stable was well stocked with splendid horses, always at the command of his guests; his cellar was plentifully supplied with the choi cest wines, and his table with all the delicacies of the season. Henrietta Crofton was the grown up daughter of the family, and on this oc casion some of her old school friends were domiciled under her father's roof for a brief season. I was very glad to escort my sister to “The Elms,” for the fair Henrietta had been the subject oi niy day-dreams for years. We h been much thrown together in otlr childhood, and were so fond of eaah other then that we had exchanged’a promise to marry when we were old enough. This was only children’s talk, but I had treasured it iif my heart, intending that no effort of mine should be wanting to bring about its fulfill ment. Henrietta had grown up into a beautiful woman, my ideal of all that was charming in womanhood, and the thought of passing a fortnight under the same roof with her gave me perfect happiness. I had been traveling in Europe for two long years, and my anxiety to see her was so great that when I greeted the family and found Henrietta was absent, she having gone to the town on some errand, it was as much as I could do to keep my impatient feet from taking the road to meet her on her re turn. However, we soon heard the sound of wheels coming down the ave nue, and I rushed, to the piazza as the vehicle drove up. When the carriage door was opened and Henrietta leaned forward to grasp piy hand, at the same time attempting to alight without assistance, she step ped upon her dress, which caused her to fall. I received her in my arms, and on my breast was one of the loveliest girls I had ever seen. Henrietta soon re gained her feet and tripped hastily up the steps. There were indications on her face that she knew her cheek had touched mine as she fell, and that my arms had inclosed her in a warm em brace. When I followed her and our eyes met she blushed and tried unsuc cessfully to laugh. How happily our time was passing at “The Elms.” Our rides and walks in the crisp, cold December days added a rich glow to the ladies’ cheeks andjjave a-keen sparkle to their eyes. Henrietta was like her dear old self of many years ago, and I was supremely happy. AlasI a serpent was soon to enter our Eden. One of Henrietta’s visitors, a Miss Levering from New York, was about returning home, and her brother was expected at “The Elnls” to escort her. When he arrived he proved to be a fine-looking young fellow with polish ed manners, well skilled in all those agreeable trifies that attract the atten tion of ypung girls. He was a cultured musician and a graceful dapeer; he could play innocent games of cards with dexterity, while his conversation was rich and sparkling; to crown all he was the son of a millionaire, who allowed him to use his money a»if it was his own. It was no wonder that Mr. Levering was immediately attracted by the beauty and grace of Henrietta, nor that be at once showered his attentions upon her. 1 had never feared encountering a rival before the advent of this young man, but now I saw, with great pangs of jealousy creeping through my heart, that Henrietta treated him with marked kindness and was Battered by his devo- for her sake as my own, for there was an indescribable something about the young man that made me fear he was not a proper associate for the' ladies at “The Elms.” How uncertain are the events of the morrow I The sun rose, bright and beautiful, in a cloudless sky, but before noon the day grew bitterly cold and occasional clouds chased each other across the heavens. Towards evening the sky was entirely obscured and light flakes of snow began to float in the at mosphere. Mr. Crofton predicted a severe snow storm, and before dawn his prediction was verified. The Leverings, instead of taking their departure, were likely to become fixtures for some time. Sleet and snow continued to fall with out cessation all the next day. It was not until evening that the clouds rolled away and the full moon shone out in an azure sky, shedding its pale light over the thick, white carpet that covered the earth, and giving a brilliant luster to the ice-clad trees and shrubbery. Although everything without was so cheerless, the drawing-room presented a scene of loveliness and gayety. The ladies employed upon their embroidery or crochet work were exchanging re partee, while Henrietta was playing brilliantly on the piano, attended by Mr. Levering, who bent over her to turn the leaves of her music and .utter low whispers that brought a flood of blushes to her face. He replaced her at the instrument, and she stood by his side while he ran his fingers over the keys and sang love songs to her with his mag nificent tenor voice until the whole room was filled with the melody. I sat beside Nanette, with a book in my hand, full of hatred for the man who had usurped my place. Henrietta would not look toward me. I could not catch a single glance of her eye; at last I saw her leave the drawing-room and foil wed her, meeting her in the hall. “Have I offended you, dear cousin?” I said, extending my hand to her, but she only looked in my face with a pain ful expression in her eyes as she whis pered to me: “Oh, Rob, bow could you!” A sob was in her voice, and she turned away without another word and left me. Something had evidently made her un happy, but I was guiltless. The party at “The Elms” were be- inning to grow restive under the mo notony of their snow-bound exist ence, when Mr. Crofton said he was desirous that the city girls should see what was meant by a genuine coun try sleighing frolic. He further in formed them that he had sent word to the Red Cross Hoeel, about ten miles distant, to provide music and a good supper for our party, and to see that the house was thoroughly heated; he added that enough horses were in the stable, but as he owned only one sleigh he would leave it for the gentlemen to supply the others needed from the neigh boring town All was now merry bustle and confu sion; the girls were delighted at the prospect of participating in this new pleasure and began to look up their warmest wraps, while Mr. Levering and myself went to Everton to procure the required sleighs. I was not anxious for his company, but as it could not be avoided I submitted as gracefully as possible. We found but two sleighs procurable in the town, and these would hold only two persons each. This delighted me. for, being accustomed to drive with Henrietta, I thought fit would surely fall to my lot to have her for my com panion. But I reckoned without my host, for when I asked her to accom pany m* she said, with a smile, that she was already engaged to go with Mr. Levering. Of course, the sleigh-ride at once lost all attractions for me, and would gladly have remained behind had it not been for an undefified feeling of uneasiness for Henrietta that possessed me. There fore I invited Miss Crosby, and when we started it would have been difficult to find a merrier party than ours. The road was splendid, and the snow creaked and whist, ed beneath our run ners. The horses wen) soon covered with flakes of congealed moisture, and flew over the road, their hoofs keeping time to the merry jingle of the many sleigh-bells. The moonlight on the snow turned th£ night into a brilliant day, and the ladies enlivened the ride with merry songs and jests. At last our destination was reached and the girls, thoroughly warmed before a roaring hickory fire, were shown tq the dressing room, from which they soon emerged to be escorted tp the dan cing apartment, a large hall decorated With evergreens and lighted up with an immense number of candies ip tin scon ces fastened to the walls. The floor was white and smooth; the music was furnished by a negro violin player and a colored assistant, who banged away on a tambourine. Mr. Crofton was in his element. He met numberless acquaintances, among whom were some of the foremost men of Jhe county, and soon had all the young ladies supplied with partners, Of course Mr. Levering took almost entire possession of' Henrietta, and while the rest of the party held high revel, 1 sat alone. “Hey-day, my good fellow,” cried Uncle John Crofton, as he came to me on to her. I regretted this as much ’and dapped me on the shoulder, “why are you not danoing? By the way now, Bob,” and as he spoke a sndden thought seemed to strike him, “why is that fellow Levering always with Etta? I don’t like him. She came here with you, did she not?” When I told him no he was very angry, and said he would soon have arranged the affair had be known of it. “But,” he concluded, “we will have to pass it over this time. The girl is crazy to trust herself with such a whip as he is. You must keep a sharp lookout for them, Rob.” That was just what I intended to do. There was a delicious supper, of which we partook heartily, for we all had keen appetites after our ride in the frosty night. Then, after a while, we prepared to start for home I had ordered my sleigh to the door and vna waiting very impatiently for the appear ance of Miss Crosby, when I saw Hen rietta coming along the passage, attend ed by Mr. Levering, who helped her into his sleigh, then jumped in hurried ly himself, and taking the reins drove rapidly away in a direction entirely opposite to -that which led to “The Elms.” Here, then, were some grounds for my uneasiness. I did not take time to think. Miss Crossby was as thor oughly forgotten as if she had never lived. I threw myself into my sleigh and, with my fine little pair of spirited Arab horses, was on their track like the wind. Levering’s horses, too, were thorough breds from the stable of Mr. Crofton, and the race between us was a fearful one. Once I approached them so close ly that I plainly heal'd Henrietta calling out to me for aid, which almost mad dened me. In desperation I applied the lash to my Arabs and, with their in creased speed, gained upon Levering so rapidly there was no escape for him. Levering stopped his horses as I came up. Worn out with their long drive they stood panting, while he threw down the reins and advanced upon me with the whip uplifted in bis hand, which I wrested from him, when he gave me a blow with his clenched fist that made me stagger. For Henrietta’e sake I tried to avoid violence, but found the effort of no avail and closed with him. The struggle was desperate, but I finally came off conqueror and my an tagonist lay senseless on the snow. Henrietta’s loud screams had attract- ^ iu order _ ^ ^ ^ ed the attention of some people U*** -mSinight be mviS ^ Ihe^eaTft near by. After giving them the name of Mr. Crofton and saying that an acci dent had happened, they consented to stable the horses until morning and take care of Mr. Levering, who was now recovering consciousness. I placed Henrietta in my sleigh. She was almost crazed. When she came sufficiently composed she told me that when they started from the hotel she thought of course she was going home, and that it was not until Mr. Levering had declared his intention of taking her to New York and marrying her imme diately that she discovered he was ine briated, which she supposed was the cause of his unmanly conduct. “And you can still find excuses for him, Henrietta?” “No, Rob, I cannot. Yet it is all your fault that this terrible thing hap pened. You took it into your head to neglect me because I treated our guest with politeness, and it was in revenge that I encouraged Mr. Levering’s at tentions. “Y ou made me suffer enough for any fault I may have committed. Will you forgive me?” “It is I who ought to ask forgiveness of you, dear Rob, of you to whom I owe so much.” “Then will you give me back the place I once held in your affections?” “You have never been deprived of it,” answered Henrietta. “And you still intend to be my little wife?” i" • “If you Will acceptjof me after all my wicked conduct,” was the answer. And so the matter was settled. The next morning Mr. Crofton sent for his horses and to inquire about Mr. Leverington. The horses were return ed in safety, but Mr. Levering had dis appeared, and the Croftons never saw him again. The Origin of silk. If we put any trust in tradition there is a legend that Tchin, the oldest son of Japhet, father of the Asiatic race, taught his children the art of preparing silk, as well as the arts of painting an<* sculpture. Re this as \t may, it is cer tain that about 3,000 years before the Christian era a Chinese book, the Chou- Ring, described silken cords, which were stretched upon a musical instru ment invented by the Emperor Fo-Hi. One oi his successors, Chin-Nong, re puted inventor of the plow, explained to his contemporaries what beautiful stuffs could be obtained by the cultiva tion of the mulberry tree, and about the year 2600 B. C., an empress, to whom a gratetnl posterity assigned a place in a celestial constellation, per fected the art of unraveling the cocoon and weaving. From that time silk culture had its principal seat near the northern portion of the Yellow River, in the Province of Chan-Tong. There was procured the silk for the rojal household. Yellow was the chosen color for the emperor, empress and prince Imperial, violet for the other wives of the emperor, blue for distin guished officers, red for those less con spicuous, and black for .everyone else. In the book of rites, LMH, the cere monies performed at the harvest are carefully described. Even the empress did not disdain to gather the leaves of the mulberry with ker cwn dainty fin gers and watched over the rearing of the busy toilers of the cocoon. For a long time this valuable industry remained the exclusive property of the Chinese Empire, but about the third century before the Christlaft era a mili tary expedition from Cltina bore the results of its civilization to the startled Occident. Silk became known in Per sia and India, and was at* ist brought to Europe. The soldier^ of Crassus, fifty-six years before Christ, saw silken standards among the Parthians, and a few years later an immense velarium of silk protected the spectators in the Roman circus from the rays of the sun. From this time the Romans were al ways provided with the beautiful text ures which were the admiration of their legions. Yet silk was still the privileged possession of the rich, and ip the time of Aureiian, who flourished in the third century, was worth about forty times its present value. Tnis enormous price, when considered with the fact that there was then no com merce between Rome and the Orient, goes far toward explaining the great hoarding of treasure and jewelry which has since that time gone oUTln India. There is a dispute between tradition and history as to the period when the genuine cocoon was brought from China to Europe. How was the vigilance of the Celestials thwarted, since exporta tion of the silk worm from the flowery kingdom was forbidden under the se verest penalties? One account states that in 552 A. D. two monks sent to Kothan by Justinian succeeded in bearing away their booty concealed in a stalk of bamboo. Tne legend says that once upon a time, when Kothan did not yet possess the precious bombyx, the king of one of the provinces sought and obtained a daughter of the Chinese Emperor in marriage. Before quitting her native land she hid seeds of the mulberry and silkworm’s eggs in her hair, where it would escape the vigi lance of the customs officers ou the frontier, When she reached her new home she planted the seeds of the mul- ouxiste theT worms. Life In a Mining Camp. The camp is in the heart of the fir forest, perhaps, or ou the stoney sides oi a gulcn. Nobody Ur«ws breath until he nas got a cabin, or a bougu hut, or a tent over his head. As u by magus, there grows up a sort of street, a uozen or two board shanties, with tiiat cheap est and silliest of all shams, the battle ment front, flaunt.ng its ugly squares all along the line. Glaring signs, painted on strips of cotton sheeting, bleacned and unbleached, are nailed over the doors. In next to no tune there will be a “mint,” an “exenange,,’ a “bank,” a “Vienna bakery,” a “Chi nese laundry,”a “Hotel,” and a “livery stable.” Between each night and morning will blossom out crops of “real estate offices,” aud places vinere “mut ing properties are bought and sold,” ‘ claims located, proved, bought aud sold,” ‘surveys of mm.ng caiops.made,” etc.; crops also, aras, of wlrisky sa loons, wltn wicked names and lurid red curtains, danger and death sig nals. The stamps are not taken out of the pretense of a road, neither are the bowlders: nobody minds driving over them, or over anything, in fact, so he gets quick to his “claim,” or to the tract hi which he is feverishly pros pecting. If a brook trickles through the camp, so much tne better: it can do double duty as drain and wed. Lucki est they who drinx mgdest np, but they who drink lowest do.vn do not mind. The women, if women there are, are nerce and restless, iixe the. men. They make shifty semblances of homes out of their one-roomed cabins. It is not worth wnile to make things comfort** able, or keep tnem in order, lor there is no knowing whetner the camp will turn out to be a good one or not; aud to morrow they may pack up their chattels and move ou. At the laintest rumor of a bigger “find” in another camp, the men to whom they beieug will be off, and they must follow. Tney stand in tne doorways, idling, wondering, wait ing, gossiping and quarreling. Tne only placid creatures are the babies, whose simple needs of sun, dirt and being let alone, are amply supplied. They are happy, aud tney only, m ad the camp. It is a strange Ufe, unnatural, un wholesome, leaning to no good, com fortless to a degree which many or those who lead it would not endure a day,ex cept for the hope of great gam, wmen fires their very veins. The worst oi it is, the Ufe is as fascinating as ‘it is un wholesome, “Once a miner, always a miner” is a proverb wluon is little leas than an exact truth. The die is simply a gamester’s Idb, with the wide world for a hazard taoie, and tne instances are rare in which a person who has once come under its spell ever bieaks away. It is no uncommon thing, in Colorado, to meet an old gray-inured man woo has been prospecting and mining aU his Ufe, aud nas not yet made a dollar, but is buoyantly sure that he wid “strike it” eoou. —Professor Robert CoUeit, an emi nent Norwegian zoologist, states that beavers foi meriv inhabitated many parts of Norway, but are now found only in two rivers in the south. He estimates that not more than 1U0 ot these animals exist in Norway at the present time, yet he does not believe that the number i£ diminishing Beaatr and the Beast. beautiful she must have a brakemau was poUte to A young lafly on a Chicago, Burling ton and Quiiicy train lost her beauty in half an hour. No, not a smash-up nor a tip-over, nor the explosion of a lamp. You see. it was done in this manner. The young lady and her aged father aud mother came into the coach, the daugh ter taking a seat alone next hi front of her parents.' I thought the young lady was the most beautiful I had ever seen. Her complexion was that of the deU- cately thin sea-shell held up to a ruddy sunset—pearly white with tints of pink laid in by nature’s master-hand. Her eyes, lerge, brown, beautiful, were fringed with long, dark lashes that shad ed liquid depths into which jjt seemed almost a Sin for the ▼uljfWlrto This is the gush of it—and I always think that a man who is ashamed to gush should never undertake to say anything about a beautiful wo man. Well, this young lady occupied the seat alone, and although many a young man came down ths aisle hoping he could not find a seat elsewhere, every body was well stowed away when the tram moved. The conductor came for the tickets, and the young lady looked back and said “Papa,” as sweetly as— oh, pshawl what’s the use iu cudgeling one’s brain for a comparison when there is none? The gray-haired father showed his railway tickets and said he wished a section in the Omaha sleeping-car. “You must apply to the sleeping-car conductor: I have nothing to do with that,” said the ticket-taker. A brakemau volunteered to make the errand for the old gentleman, and soon returned to say there was not even a birth to be had; the sleepink-car was full. “And must we sit here all night?” asked the beautiful young lady. “1 see no other way,” said the brake- man, politely. There, now, you may know how been when her). At first she seemed saddened by the iniormation, and her eyes took on an expression not unlike that of the woun ded deer pleading in the eloquence of dumbness for mercy at the hands of the cruel hunter. I wished 1 owned a golden sleeping car that 1 might place it wholly at her disposal. Then her thin, crimson lip began to curl up under her perfectly shaped nose and the fire of anger was kindled in her beautiful eyes. I tried to make myself believe this made her look even more beautiful than before, aud I might have succeed ed had she not turned to her father and snapped out: “That’s just like you. If I were a rore marled Cut. The silver-haired mother leaned for ward and soothingly said: “There, dear, never mind, we’ll get along all right.” “Yes, ad right indeed. This is a nice place to pass a night.” And turning to her old father again, she added: “1 declare, i think you are the stupidest thing 1 ever saw.” The old gentleman was wise enough to make no reply. It would have been well had the mother been as discreet, since words only furnish fuel on whicn anger may feed. There, there, my dear, It can’t be helped now you know,” said the old lady, in a gentle, motherly tone. “No; it uan’t. It might have been helped, though, if father had known anything.” The old gentleman looked the chagrin he felt, aud the patient mother leaned over and whispered something to the daughter. “I don’t care if he is; he'sold enough then, to know sometning,” was the young womans reply and she turned her fierce eyes upon her old father, who quailed under their fire aud said he was sorry. “Oh, yes; this is a good time to be sorry. I’d like to see you catch me going away from home with you again.” The mother leaned forward and said: “Dear, you can lie down ou the seat and get a little sleep, ateny rate.” “1 don’t want to lie down on the seat. I’d rather sit bolt uprignt all night. I swow, I never saw suen plaguey stugld- ity in my life.” If the young woman’s face told the tenth, she wouid have enjoyed swearing at her father, or even slapping his poor old wrinkled face. She Bad attracted the attention of the p.isseugers in the car, and some giggled at ner, while others, more sensible of the deep chagrin and sorrow of the parents, glared at the young woman as if they would like to box her ears. But sue diu not see any of these. After a snort season of pouting, in which she slammed herself around in the seat, and shot revengeful glances toward her father, she began to arrange the hand satchel for a pillow. The mother opened tbe shawl strap that lav on her lap, and tenderly spread a thick soft shawl over tne satchel, smoothing out the folds with that pa tient tenderness known only to a loving mother, Spitefully, the young womau re arranged it, jerking it about, not witn any hope of making it a more comfortable pillow, but simply to snow her disapproval of her moiher’s methods. As the daughter prepared to lay her nead down, tne old mother saw a wrir- kle in the snnwl aud leaned forward to smooth it out. “Do, for mercy’s sake, let it alone,” said the daughter, impatiently and im pertinently. “1 was only smoothing out—” “Don’t you suppose 1 know it?” in- terrupte ■ tne tommy creature. The old mother leaued her head on her husband’s shoulder. Sue did not shed tears, but her heart was full. Tne daughter laid her head, with its luxu riant brown hair, on tne shawl, and closed ner eyes. In a few minutes the mother quietly removed the tight shawl from her own shoulders softly, almost slyly, laid it over her lauguter, and, stooping over to tuck it in about the smooth, white neck, she kissed the pmk cheek and said: ‘‘Good night, dar ting.” “Oh, do for heaven’s sake let me alone,” After ^his burst of hearless petulance all was silence, and I found myself studying the faces of the passengers about me tq see what they pronaoly thought of the youug wo uan. The thin-iegged little snip w front—the fellow who had had mistaken his cuff for a coBar, and buttoned it around his neck, twirled his strugpuig moustache and seemed to say, “sine’s a daisy.” The young girl back of me seemed to think it was a shame tnat young wo men should be obliged to travel in com mon coaches JusiUk other people. Tne hatchet-laced womau witu me short hair was disgusted with the wnole pro ceeding, and seemed to be say>ug. “i’ll warrant you sue could go to i -<ali and ice aU night, oi sue could si j easy ‘ and jamjar with a.duac nr tne u;u diocxWii^Wiio m to Ou.cago witu a ir<anload dteers, seemed to say, * By tnuuder, if sue was my gai. I’d take ner ’Ciosa my knee—hanged ef 1 wouldn’t—r,gnt here afore the hud crowd.” Then i tried to recall the young wo man’s beautif ul face. 1 cornd see tne pink ana pearly color, the cunison lips, the large mown eyes, tue abumoauce of rich hair; but to save me i could not bring back the Uiougut tnat ail tnese mauc her beautiful. THE VERDICT —or— THE PEOPLE. BUY THE BEST! Japanese Tea House*. A tea house of Japau is but one story high, witu a nicely matted porcu, from tne cornel's of wutca depend tue omnipresent Japanese paper umeras. We catcu a glmipse of tue in tenor, and are amazed at Uie simpuoity of tne appointments, aituough ime u> one of the better class of nun- Tne door within is covered with tue universal Japanese mats, always tnree ieet by six incues in dimensions, and, therefore, used as as a matter of convenience for household measurement purposes, i have also learned tnat the fans in use in this county, Witu a view to tne same utiuty, are usually made just one foot in lengtn. Tne mats are scrupu lously clean, and it seems entirely ap propriate tnat we remove our snoos, in ouedieuce to cue prevalent custom, oe- fore entering. Tne omy remaining article of furniture are soma serous wnich hang on tne walis, ana tne com mon sliding screens, wmeu are used for converting me interior of a Japanese nouse into just as man/ and snen snaped apartments as the o wuer pleases. Inis is a respect in wmen Japanese convenience goes beyond American convenience, tnoygb i am not at ad iu doubt as to wntou way i pfeier. A party of European tourists are laboriously “squatting” aoont some little tames, one for eaou guest, ani sipping tea from tiny decorated cups. On tue table are also very sunn Uisnos or confectionery and sweetmeats. For waiters we ooserve modest, ever-smu- iug, clean looking Japanese maidens, wuo are profuse ui tueir uemonstrations of civility. Indeed, we are tempted to call it palavering oefore we oecome accustomed to tne ways of tue people. Tne premises about tue tea-noose are couverted into a pretty garden, Witn rockeries and cascades, tuo* givuig us a sample of cue landscape gardening for whiou the Japanese nave become so favorably famous. BeooUectaons of AlaiilsoiP* Ter a. Mb. J. O. Bom—near sir: I bought the first Davis Machine sold by you over five yean ago lor my wile, «hu has given it along aud fair trial. I am wall ptetnad with in I', never Rlvfia any rouble, auJ is as good as when first bought. J. W. eoucx. Wlnnsboro, S. C., April 1833. Mr. Boao: You wish to Know what I have to say In regard to the Dava Machine bought of you three { ear* ago. I (eel • can’t say too much In it* lavor. uiaae aoout $80,oo within five months, at times running it »o last tnat the needle wouid get per fectly uot from fr.ouon. I (eel coofldenl I could not have done the same worn with as muca ease ana no well with any other machine. No tune loat m adjusting attachments. The lightest running niachmd i nave e ver treadled. Brother James and vvnnams’ (amines are as much pleased with their Davis Machines oonght or you. I want no better mach.ue. As I aaid before, I don’t thinh too muen can be said (or me Davis Mac nine. Hespecriully, Jlllkn stsvekson, Fairfield County, April. 183a. Mr. Bom: My machine gives me perfect satis faction. 1 hud no tault with It. The attachments a e ao simple, i wish (or no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. MBS. R. MlLLtNd. Fairfield county, April, 1383. I remember Mr. Monroe very well, says a water from Wasuington. He was raluer an unpretentious person, kind in maimer, conversed iieeiy witn every one, and invited laiuitarny by tue freedom or his way. due custom oi receiving New Years calls won tneu of rspeut origin. Mr. Madison, 1 oe- lieve, first introduced it nr ion). He nad introduced tue ceremony in New York some years previous, and was pleased witu it. No one coum have ratuered suou a ous om Hotter tnan ue, or appreciated tue coidianty of tne oc casion. His entertainments were i marked witu hospitam/ aud noeraiity —a good representative of tae o.d sciiooi. it would be amusing to tue preseut generation to have seen unn in ins dress, ouiau of stature, wearing small crotues, kuee buckles aud pow- doled wig, a luorougubred Virginia gentleman, aud endowed witu great powers or conversation. However, Ms appearance drd uot strike tue correspon dent of tue EdmbUrgu Review favor ably, who: wueu asked Want ue tfiougut oi tne President, sau: “Mr. Madison looked like a scuooi-niaster dressed up for a funeral.” Not so, uowever, was Mrs. Madison, who was tne friend of everyoody, ot wuoui Wasurugton Irving wrote as a “fine, portly, uuxom dame,” aud Mr. Ogre Taylor speaks of ner tnat “sue never forgot a face or a name, aud been Very Uauusome, Was gracerur and gra cious, aud Was mved ainre uy non and poor.” Mr’. Msdrson was anvauoed Hr years when He married ner. •Sue Was tue widow of a Weaituy meronant of FniiadeipOia, named Toad; ner maiden name, i think, was Doily Fa/ue. Dur- lug Her stay m tue W mto House sue made things lively by tue frequent dancing parties given there, tine was a gracei m dancer, panic mar ly excemug in me cotiiuon ami inmuen Around her was life aud every one felt her pres ence to bs a need, tine was, i can say, the most popular lady Wuo ever pre sided over tue affairs of tue executive mansion, it is a sad commentary iu*t her loud hopes sUomd nave oecn oiigu- ted by toe misdoings of uer son, Fayue Todd, who, m some way, sqiuunered her estate, worth #UW,000 or more, and Unis left Uer in an impoverished condi tion. tine was ah urnameuc to our country, aud was the uai uay to live la Uie original mansion. You know tnat the Rirush mimed tne Home in August WAA , —The leader of King Kaikaua’s court orchestra is a Berlin man, M. Hermucu Berger. Mb. Bora: 1 nought a Davis vertical Keel w .ng Mrchlne (roar you (oar years ago. I am lighter with it. u never has given me any o uule, and has never been tne least oat of order, t is s> good ss wueu 1 nrst bought it. can cheerfully recommend 1c / Respectfully, MBS. M. J. klKELlND. - Montlcello, April 30, 1883. This is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertiod Feed Sewing Machine (or over twiyerrs, purchased o( Mr. J. o. co.tg. I haven’t found 11 P issessed of aoy fault—all toe atiachmenta are to si.upie. It ueverretdses to wort, and is certain!; thsiiahtesi running in toe mrrKet. I consider it a drat class macuine. Very respectfully, Minnis m. Wrumonm. Oakland, Fairfield county, s. o. Mb Boro: 1 am wen pieasea m every particui with toe navis Machine nought of you. I think a nrs.-c.as > maculae la every respect. You Know you soi a several machines of tne same make to direrent inemoera of oar families, all of vraura, as far as 1 know, are well pieased won tnem. MeepectfnUy, _ Mas. £ B. Moblgv. Fairfield connty, April, 1888. This is to eeruiy we nave nai tu constant use the Davis Mac nine bought ot yon about three year* ago. As we take in work, and have made the piice of it several times over, we don’t want aay oetter machine. It i* always ready to do any kind ot wont we have to do. No puckering or skipping stitoush. We oanomysay we are well pieased anr w.*a no better machine, t ATHEBLNK WrLI* AND SISTER. April 85,1338. 1 nave no lanir to find with my machine, and don’t want my better. I have made the price or it severa times oy taking la se Wing, it U «1 ways ready to do iu work. I think It a first-class ma oulne. I feel I can t say too mnch for the Davis vertical Feed Machine. Mbs. Thomas Smith. Fairfield connty, April, 1833. Mb. J. O. Boao—Dear sir: it gives me mnch pleasure to testily to tue merits of the Davis Ver tical Feed Se wing Machine. The machine I got ot you auout flve years ago. has been almost In con stant use ever smoe that time. I cannot see that it is worn nay, aud has not cost me one cent for repairs since we nave had It. Am well pleased and uou’t wish lor any better. Yours tru'y, . ItOBT. Cbawfohp, Granite quarry, near Wlnnsboro 8. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewiu* Machine for tne last five years. We would not nave any other make at any price. Tbe msoiua* has given us unbounded satistaotlon. Very respectfully, Mbs. W. k. ruKNKa aud Dauomtkio i Fairfield county, 8. C., Jan. »I iVsa. Having bought a Dam vertical Feed 8ewlng Machine from Mr. J. O. Brag tome three year* ago, and It having given me perfect satisfaction In every resiieot asa lamlly inacame. both for hes j md light se wing, auu never needed tne least re pair in say way, 1 can o ieerfuny recommend It to any one as a drst-emss macaln m every particu Ur, and think It second to none. It is one ot th* simp.esi macames made; my onll iren use It wits al. ease, me attachment* are more easily ad Justed and it doe. a greater range of work oy means of its Vertical r eed than any other naa- colae 1 nave ever seen or used. Mbs. Thomas Owinoc Wlnnsb iro Fairfield county. 8. C. We have had one or tne Davis Machines about four years and nave always fonnd It ready to do all kiu is oi wora we nave had occasion to no. Can’t see that tne machine is worn any, and works as well as wnen new. Mbs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Cree*. Fairfield countv, 8. C. My wife la highly pleased with the Davis Ma chine bough, of yon. 8ne would not take double was. sue gave mr It. Tne mac nine ass uot been out of order since she had it, and she can do. any kind of work on It. Very iteepectfully, Jas. F. Frsk MontloeUo, Fairfield county, 8. c. The Davis Sewing Machine la simply a treat- urt Mbs. J. A. uoopwnr K.dgeway, N. C., Jan. 10. io83. J,o Boao, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: My wife has >een using a Davis dewing Machine constant ly for me past four years, and It has never needed aay re pat.* an • works just as well as when first i> night, due says U will do a greater range ol practical work -nd do a easier end better than any maenlns she uai ever used. We cheerfully recommend it as a No. 1 fainuy machine, lour muy, Jas, Q, Davis. Wlnnsboro, S. C., Jan. 8,188$. Mb. Boao . 1 have always found my Davis Ma chine reedy do ai> kinds of to work I nave had oc cusiontoao. 1 cannot see that the maculae Is worn a parade and it wonts as wed as wnen new. Keepecttmly, Mr*. R. c. uoooino. Wlnnsboro, 8. C., April, lees, Mr. Boa# : My wile has been constantly using the Davm Machine bought of you about five years ano. 1 nave never regretted buying it, as u ta lUaays ready lor any -indol la.ully sewing, either Heavy or hguL It w never out ox fig vr nee mug lepalra. Very respectfully a. w. Laacy FMrfleld, a C., March, IBM.