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/ THE MCCORMICK ADVANCE. DEVOTED TO THE GENERAL WELFARE. VOLUME II. McCORMICK, S. C., THURSDAY. JANUARY C. 1887. NUMBER 42. In Holland ladies are gradually assum ing the occupations of the pharmaceutical assistants. The periodical State exam inations have Just been held and the re sult is highly favorable to the sex. Out of a total fifty-five candidates, nineteen out of thirty-ono female candidates and only eight out of twenty-four male can didates were successful. There are said to be in Paris more than 80,000 persons who make their living out of rag gathering and burrowing in tho ash bins of the city. It is a hereditary call ing and those who are engaged in it are strong and robust. This is more than can be said of the ragpickers of New York. Their number certainly is in creasing but their physical decrepitude seems to grow greater also. TO FAME. “Bright fairy of the morn, with flowers ar rayed Whose beauties to thy young pursuer seem Beyond the ecstasy of poet’s dream— Shall I o’ertake thee, ere thy lustre fade? “Ripe glory of tho noon, to dazzled eyes A pageant of delight and bowor of gold, Dissolving into mirage manifold— Do Io’ertake thee, or mistake thy prize? “Dull shadow of tho ovening, gaunt aud gray, At random thrown, beyond me, or above ) And cold as memory in the arms of love — Have I o’erta’en thee, but to cast away?” ‘No morn, or noon, or eve am I,” she said “But night, the depth of uight behind the sun; By all mankind pursued, but never won, Until my shadow falls upon a shade.” —.Harper's Magazine • Kentuckians will have to give up (ho idea of the State’s possessing diamond fields. At the session of the American Institute of Mining Engineers in St. Louts the other day the subject came up for discussion, and it was demonstrated by Professor Ashburner/of Philadelphia, that the only basis for such a belief was the remark of Henry Carlton Lewis be fore the Hritish Academy of Scientists, that a slight similarity existed between the trap rock'of Eastern Kentucky and the diamond region of Southern Africa. A newspaper correspondent, however, had reported him as saying that dia monds’might be found in the blue grass State. Mr. Lui, of the Chinese consulate in New York, says that there are about '4,000 Chinamen in that city, or one-tenth of the whole number in this country and about one-third as many as there are in ‘■San Francisco. There are 2,000 or 2,500 in the suburbs of New York. Ho says that they are fond of the metropolis and are better treated there than elsewhere. .Very many are married to white women, and in many instances these have proved happy unions. He declares that it is a mistake to suppose that all the China men are seeking wealth in this country with the idea of returning to China with it. Could they become citizens many would do so, as they like this country and are fascinated by the comforts and advantages of Western civilization. They would not be as happy in China and their only object in returning, could they do so and then come back here, would be to see their parents. Mr. Lui complains of the injustice of A inerica tt-laws regarding the Chinese, but speaks hopefully of the near prospect of a revocation of those that prevent immigration and naturaliza tion. A writer in the Brooklyn tfhion says: *‘ A long time ago I wrote the opinion ol an experienced publisher that Mrs. Julia Dent Grant, or in other words the Grant family, would derive, in the end, $750,- 000 from the writing! of General U. S. Grant. Inasmuch as Mrs. Grant has already received $150,000 and will get at least $150,000 more from the work which Grant finished just before his death, it will be uo difficult matter to make the material left by General Grant for another work yield the remaining $250, GOO. The work to follow the wai record will be practically a history of Grant's two terms as President of the United States. It will be even more in teresting to the masses than the war rec ord, but will lack the merit of being the personal compilation of Grant. His notes, however, will supply all the facts. A fair share of the persons who purchase the war record will want the Presidential history. Therefore the success of the work is absolutely assured in advance. Colonel Fred. Grant has the matter in hand. I am told that he proposes to be the publisher himself.” THE PAWNED WATCH. presently, An American who has spent some months in Liberia writes privately from Monrovia, the capital, that it is built ou a'bed of iron ore, nearly pure; that it contains 5,000 inhabitants, only few of them white, divided into natives, the Liberians, or children born there of for eign parents, and immigrants. The Kroos, on aboriginal tribe, were formerly the slave dealers of the coast, and each man has a blue tattoo mark in the mid dle of his forehead, extending to the nose. The women paint themselves from head to heel, many having the Liberian or American flag painted on their brows, but never the British flag, which they hate. The girls, as soon as they can walk, are put into the gree-gree bush, a kind of barbarous convent, where they are taught their duties as women and wives. They are usually sold at birth for connubial purposes, at about $15 each, or half a dozen for $75. A man may have as many wives as he has money to pay for. The boys are kept in the bush until fourteen, when they are con sidered of age. If the boy3 or girls dis close the secrets of their bush, or are caught in another bush than their own, they are publicly put to death. The country has some 700,000 aboriginals, with 20,009 persons of colonial stock, and nearly all the semi-tropical products are indigenous there. The government is modeled exactly after ours. It was declared an independent state in 1847, and, the years following, was recognized as 6uch by Great Britain and France. The climate, which was once considered fatal to Europeans, has been recently much improved by clearances, drainage and the like, and bids far untimately to be inhabited by the Western races. BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS. “Taking the line 8, 4 as the base, I” David Kershaw's eyes wandered from the book to the window. There was nothing to be seen there but a red brick wall.about three feet distant. Then they traveled wearily over the walls of his room, with their soiled red and yellow paper, the bare floor, the cheap pine table piled with books, tho cot-bed in the corner. “If one had even a fire or a stove!” he muttered, kicking at the black grating of the register, through which a feeble supply of warm air crept into the room. lie took up his book, scrawling impa tiently. “If I takeS, 4 as the base’’ and again the book dropped on his knee. “Four years of this 1 Four years of ut ter solitude 1 You’ve taken too big a contract, Dave! You can’t go through with it!” and he fell to staring gloomily at the bricks outside of the window. David Kershaw was a country boy, used to a free, out-door life, to a big house, with roaring fires, and to a large, gay family of young people He had been working for years for the money to carry him through college, and had come up to begin his course three months ago. Ho had not an acquaintance in the great city. He rented this attic room, bought his dinner for ten or fifteen cents at a cheap eating-house, and ate crackers and cheese for breakfast and supper. His clothes were coarse and ill-fitting, and he was painfully conscious of it, aud held himself haughtily aloof from his fellow students. College lads are not apt to break through any shell of pride and sul len nes to find the good fellow beneath. They simply let David alone, with a care less indifference more galling than dis •like. He plodded silently from the college to his bare room, and thence to the mis erable eating-house day after day. Being naturally a genial, friendly fel low, the thought of the four long, lonely years to come sickened him. He threw up the window >aad oifC of the street into which the alley opened. A young man on horseback passed at the moment. It was Jourdan Mitchenor, one of his class. Ho rode a blooded mare, and was fully equipped in cordu roy coat and knickerbockers, cream col ored leggings, and gauntlets. “A regular swell 1” thought Kershaw, laughing good-humoredly. He had no ticed this Crucsus of the college before. “He has a good, strong face. Well, luck’s unevenly divided in this world!” taking up his book with a sigh. Half an hour later there was a knock at the door. David opened it, expect ing to sec his landlady, but there stood Mitchener, smiling, whip in hand. “Mr. Kershaw?” lifting his hat. “Ashamed not to have known you be fore, but there are such a lot of us fel lows, you know. Thanks, yes,” taking a chair. “My mother saw your name in a catalogue, and sent me to tell you that your mother and she were school mates and friends, ‘Daisy’ and ‘Lily’— that sort of thing, I believe. My mother married a city man, and for that reason, during the years that have passed, has lost sight of her old schoolmates who lived away from the city.” “And my mother married a farmer, and has been poor all of her life,” inter rupted David, morosely. “Yes, yes. American life! Up to-day and down to-morrow,” carelessly. Something in Mitchener’s manner made his wealth and David’s poverty appear paltry accidents, to which they, as men, were loftily superior. Before they had been together ten minutes, David felt his morbid gloom disappear. He began to talk naturally and laugh heartily. “This Mitchei er was a thorough good fellow,” he wrote home that night. “Was not conscious, apparently, that he was worth a dollar.” The truth was that Jourdan fully ap preciated the value of his father’s great wealth, but he was a well-bred and cour teous young fellow, and knew how to put a poor and awkward lad at ease. Kershaw was invited to dinner at Mrs. Mitchener’s on Sunday. He went about the next day after this dinner in a daze of delight, as if he had been passing through a golden mist, aud had brought some of it still clinging to him. He hummed a tune, as he pored over his problems. lie did not see the bare floor and hideous wall-paper, but the beauti ful home in which he had been treated as an honored guest. The Persian car pets, the statuary, the table brilliant with flowers and silver, even the delicious fla vors of the dishes lingered gratefully on his long-starved palate. He had met, too, women more charming and men more gently-bred than any he had ever known before. What a world they lived in! He was even yet bewildered by his glimpse into it. Every luxury and delight waited on the lifting of their hands. Libraries, galleries of art, operas, balls, vovages to Europe, to the Nile! This was life! He wanted more of it— more of it. Mrs. Mitclmer had asked him to co ne often; had offered to introduce him to her friends, “a gay young set,” she said. Ho walked up and down the room, flushed and panting. He had never dreamed of such a world! lie must sec more of it! How stale and dull the Latin and mathematics seemed now! But how to compass it? He could not go again without a dress-suit. He had j seen one that day in a second-hand shop, very cheap. His blood grew hot at the idea of wearing some other man’s cast-off clothes, but he pushed that thought saide. llow could he raise the money? He drew out his watch. It was a gold one, the one luxurious possession in the fam ily. His father had solemnly given it to him when he left home, saying: “It was my father’s. I’ve kept it in my bureau drawer for twenty years. Take it, David. You’re goin’ out into the world. You’ll never disgrace it, my boy.” Remembering the old man’s face as he said this, David thrust it back into his pocket. “What a snob I am! To part with daddy’s watch for a suit of old clothes!” But th*o next moment he thought that he could pawn it. He would soon have it back. Save the money, or earn it— somehow. It was not as if he were yielding to a vicious temptation of tho town—gambling or drinking. The society of these high bred people would elevate, educate him. There was a tap at the door, and Mitch ener came in. “No, can’t sit down; I’m in a.hurry. Brought a message from my mother.- She would like to have you join an opera- parly to night. Eight or ten young people. Meet at our house, box at the opera, and back to supper afterward. You’ll come? That’s right. Good morning!” No! no! Stay! Mr. Mitchener!” His common-sense suddenly rose strong and clear. “I ought not to begin this life. It’s your life, not mine. I‘m a poor man. I have four years of hard work here be fore me, and after that my living to earn. Even the hour at your house yesterday ruined me for study to-day.” “Weill well!”said Jourdan,carelessly. “Don’t be so vehement about it. Going once to the opera will not make you a man of fashion for life. Think it over, and come. Give the college for a day. “Oh, bv the way!” he added, coloring a little. “Cau I be of pecuniary service to you, Kershaw? No, don’t be offended. I have more of the filthy lucre than I know what to do with. Tho fact is, I was just going to buy a terrier that I don’t want. Now, if I could lend the money to you, it would be a real pleasure to me.” “Thank you!” Kershaw stammered, touched, yet angry. “I do not need any money. I have everything I need— clothes and all,” he added, with a gulp. “Now I am in for it!” he groaned, wnen Mitchener was gone. “If I don’t go to their party, they’ll think I had no clothes fit to wear. The watch has to go!” Kershaw mechanically thrust his hand into the pocket of thp coat, and brought out the tablet and a second later the ring, which had caught in the lining aud so escaped the notice of the thief. He silently held them cut to ner. The power of speech and action seemed to be frozen out of him with horror. Mitchener looked at him excitedly, but said, politely: “Have you any objections to telling Mrs. Bellew how the suit came in your possession?” Kershaw stared at him a moment, full of repugnance and contempt for himself. These were “his new friends!” this was the party he had parted with his old father’s gift to enter! “I did not, of course, steal the clothes,” he said at last. “Yqu cannot really think I did that. But I bought them at a pawn shop to day. I pawned my watch to do it. I wauted to come here.” “All right! all right!” interposed Mitchener, soothingly. “You can send Mr. Bellew the mvne of the pawnbroker and he will recover his silver and jew elry. Mrs. BellewJ: the curtain is up.” Sho fluttered softly b*ck to her seat, ar ranging her airy duperies and flowers, aud glanced meaningly at young Mitch ener, as if to express disgust for the poor wretch who had bought cast-off clothes to thrust himself in among peo ple whom he regarded as his superiors. David saw it all, and rose from his seat panting and trembling. “Sit down! Sit down!, Kershaw!” said Mitchener, putting his hand on his shoulder. David shook it off. “No; I’ve been -a fool, but I’ve dono with it all now. I’ll send back the clothes—” “Oh no!” said Mrs Bellew, looking back with a supercilious rmile. “Pray keep them.” David left the box, and rushing home, stunned with rage and shame, tore off the stolen clothes and carried them to Mr. Bellew’s house. The next day the go-by Mitchener, who had a good deal of kind ness and tact, arranged the matter. The- pawnbroker, who; was a receiver of stolen goods, was forced to give up the plate, jewelry and David’s watch. The thieves were discovered and punished. Mrs. Mitchener, still loyal to her old friend, sent David fan invitation to a ball the next week. life declined it. “I have made a mistake,” |ie told Jourdan, “but I will not do it agsin. My path in life is straight before i»e. With God's help, I will keep in it. ” ; His bitter humiliation had taught him juster views of life. As time passed, he made friends among the other students, clever, unpretentious young fellows, who, like himself, had their own way to make in life. His college days passed quickly. He studied medicine, and returned to his BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. Greater than Herrmann—A Saving Philosopher—He was an Esti mator—Rice at the Fair— He Didn't Jump, Etc. “That Parisian trick—tht! Vanishing Lady—that Herrmann does is a great one,” said Jones. “He covers a lady with a veil,and after a little manoeuvring removes the veil, and tho lady has dis appeared. ” “That’s nothing to a young lady in our boarding house,” answered Brown. “I have seen ten or twelve persons in the parlor, and this young lady come in, sit down to the piano, and begin to play aud sing. In two minutes all the rest had disappeared. Talk about Herrmann! He ain't a patch to her.”—New York Sun. A Saving Philosopher. Wan dering phisosopher— ‘ ‘Yes fc my dear sir, I’ve reckoned up that by walk ing down town to my business every day I have saved $300 in the last ten years.” Indifferent fellow (who always rides)— “And your health is better, too?” Philosopher—“Oh, much better.” Indifferent fellow—“Well, I am out that much. Good day! ” Philosopher—“Ah—by the way could you lend me $5 for a few days?”—New York Graphic. He paced the floor, one minute blaming native town to practice, himself for a snob, the next thrilled with Twenty years afterward, Mr. Jourdan delight at the thought of tho evening’s Mitchener, passing through this town, S leasure. His books lay neglected all ay. He could not quiet the raging whirl and confusion in his mind enough to think of study. He decided on nothing until nearly dark, when he rushed out, pawned tho watch for one-fourth its value, and bought the evening suit. There was not money enough left to buy the shoes gloves, etc., necessary to complete the iress. When he was ready to go, even ly j r >»i his inexperienced eye could seo'that his ■mUpufc-tun haad nyt 4o catrrh a glimpse CUSnjluu UUl^wfc c.Pl (Wniffl US 11 ltNvefe His friends—his Who would care made for him. But what matter? welcome—the music, what clothes he wore? Arrived at Mrs. Mitchener’s, he did not find himself at all at ease. That lady was quite occupied with her duties as hostess, and received him with careless civilty, giving her attention to her other guests. They talked of people aud things of which he knew nothing. The tall, aw r kward lad, his hair carefully oiled and parted, his red hands protruding from his short coat-sleeves, sat silent, and felt thoroughly miserable and out of place. Now and then he thought he saw one of the dainty women near by scanning him with furtive glances. They drove to the opera-house and en tered one of the proscenium boxes. Davd had a seat at the back, where he could catch but an occasional glimpse of the stage and the brilliant audience. He had been the leader of the choir at home, and fond of the waltzes and marches which his sister played on the old piano, and fancied himself a connoisseur in music. But he was not educated to un derstand this music. A very pretty, flighty young lady,Mrs. Bellew, who was the chaperone of the tried politely to make him talk to She turned to Jourdan of her bare shoul- now one of the most important cities in Pennsylvania, became suddenly ill, and wa3 attended for several weeks by Dr. Kershaw. He K urd from others of the high position he#? : fcty the physician in the community; not only as the head of his profession, but as an influential citi zen,- foremost in every good work, the founder of asylums, while h : s family were the centre of the most cultured circle in the city. Mitchener had "and liadTontmucd to live only of fashionable amusement, have I gained by it?” he . arried a very wealthy ontmned to live only woman, fn pursuit “And what thought, bitterly. “If I were to die to morrow, I should be remembered only as the man who kept the best French cook in New York.” “You were right,” he said to the doc tor when he came that afternoon. “You wore right to keep to your own straight, honorable path, and refuse to ape fashion.” “I tried it once, you remember,” said the doctor, smiling. “The most for tunate event of my life was my humilia tion about my pawned watch. It was a bitter dose, but it cured me effectually. Every tick of this old watch since”— drawing it out—“has said to me: ‘Don’t be a snob. Keep steadily on your own path.’ I owe much to Mrs. Bellew. Her treatment of me and my foolish act turned me back from the wrong road. It would have made my life a failure.”— Youth's Companion. Ho was an Estimator. “What’s all this crowd doing here?” asked a stranger, as he found the pave ment blockaded in front of a Broadway store. “Why,” replied a bystander, “the proprietor offers a prize for the closest guess as to the number of beans in that bottle.” “How are the guesses running?” “From 900 up to 15,000.” rt Oh, pshaw! Why, there must be at least 100,000 beans in that bottle.” “Where might you be from, stranger? ” “I? Oh, I’m from the West. I’ve been out there-estimating the population of cities from the number of names in the directories. ”— 'fid-Bits. ler, but in vain. shrug at last with a ders. “Your friend,’’she whispered, “seems to be absorbed by liis own thoughts. He does not look as if he were enjoying himself. Who is he?” “One of my mother’s last hobbies; a student in the college from the coun try,” he replied, in the same tone. They turned to the stage. Kershaw saw their smiles, aud knew they were talking of him. Ills brain was on fire. Why had he come here? Was he not the equal of these dainty folk, as well-born, as virtuous, as clever, as they? They dared to despise him becau e he was awkward and ill-dressed! Iu his embarrassment and misery he thrust his hand into the breast-pocket of his coat, and drew out a little painted paper tablet, which he fingered mechan ically, scarcely noticing what it was un til he saw Mrs. Bellew’s eyes fixed on it witn amazement and suspicion. When the curtain fell on the first act, she came back to him, making some incoherent remarks about the play, while she looked at him keenly. Suddenly she grew pale, and interrupting herself in the middle of a sentence, said to Kershaw: t ‘Will you be good enough at the close of the next act to go with me aud Mr. Mitchener into the anteroom? I would like to speak with you.” * When they had reached the anteroom at the close of the act, she said: “I have a most disagreeable quest on to ask. Mr. Kershaw. Our house was robbed by burglars last Monday, and silver and jew elry aud clothes were taken. Among the rest was an evening suit of my hus band’s. You have it ou! ” “Aren’t you mistaken, Mrs. Bellew?” said young Mitchener. “One dress suit is exactly like another, and—” “My husband,” she went on,excitedly, “wore it to a ball the night before it was stolen. As we came home, he put my tablet, with my dances on it, in one pocket. In the other was my ruby ring, which was too large for my glove. Mr. Kershaw has the tablet in his pocket.” Transforming Shakespeare’s Sayings. All the simple proverbs used in our every-day work and life are drawn from Shakespeare. A few of them are: Shakespeare: The sun sniues hot, and if we use delay Cold-biting winter mars our hoped-for hay. Modern form: Make hay while the sun shines. Shakespeare. What fates impose,that men must needs abide, It boots not to resist both wind and tide. Modern form: Wind and tide wait for no man. Shakespeare: ’Tis the more honor, because more dangerous. The place of honor is the Modern form: post of danger. Shakespeare: forewarned. Modern form: Shakespeare: 1 will arm me, being thus Strike now or else the iron Forewarned, forearmed Both of you are birds of self-same' feather. Modern form: Birds of a feather flock to gether. Shakespeare: cools. Modern form: Strike while the iron is hot. Shakespeare: ‘That would be a ten days’ wonder at the least. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.” Modern form: A nine days’ wonder. Shakespeare: The common people swarm like summer flies. Modern form: Swarm like flies. Shakespeare: And I forgive and quite forget old faults. Modern form: Forgive and forget. The Mysterious Sphinx. The Sphinx occupies a position where the encroachment of the desert is most conspicuous. At the present day nothing is to be seen of the animal except its head and its neck, but the old Fgyptian monuments on which it is figured show not only the entire body down to the paws, but also a large square plintn be neath covered with ornaments. Since the time of the Greeks, perhaps even since the reign of Thothincs IV., this plinth has disappeared beneath the sand, and its very existence had been forgot ten. It is generally supposed that tho Sphinx is hewn out of a large isolated rock, which overlooked the plain. But M. Maspero’s recent researches suggest that it is a work yet more stupendous. He has proved that the Sphinx occupies the centre of an amphitheatre, forming a kind of rocky basin, the upper rim of which is about on a level with tho head orthc animal. The walls of this uinplii theatre, wherever visible, are cut by the hand of man . ^ . Rice at the Fair, Everybody, almost, knows what a wide-out sliort-up figure Billy Rice, the minstrel, has. Well, about two weeks ago (at least so we are informed) Billy was at an agricultural show in a one- night-stand town, and as he stood in a thoughtful attitude contemplating the exhibit, tho editor of the county paper and a farmer passed by. “Look there,” whispered the editor, ‘that’s Rice.” “Where?” inquired the farmer. “There,” said the editor, pointing to ward William. “Rice?” repeated the farmer inquir ingly. ‘‘Yes.” “Well, by gosh, it's tho funniest rice I ever seen. It looks a blame sight more like a punkin. Le’s go an’ take a look at it.” t Billy, met the farmer half way and |>«m.lyAd him. TFl—*hus<iiH» He Didn’t Jump. Sunday afternoon a man suddenly ap peared at a three-story window in an un finished building on Grand River street and seemed to begin^ircparations to commit suicide Ly leaping to the pave ment. A crowd of forty or fifty people speedj^y gathered in a half-circle below, and a .hough all seemed to be aware of what" was going on not a voice was raised to prevent the stranger carrying out his designs. lie removed his coat and looked down^ns if estimating the distance. Then ne removed his vest and looked down again. Some of the crowd asked each other in low tones if his intention was to jump, and were an swered that there was no doubt of it. The man removed his collar and tie after hi3 vest, and then spit on his hands and took his position square in the window. No one below moved a foot. There was half a minute of silence, during which everybody mentally calculated on the exact spot he would strike, and some thing like a shudder passed over the crowd. Then the unknown spit on his hands once more, raised them above his head, and calmly remarked : “My friends,this is to inform you that I shall occupy thi9 building November 1 with a large and well selected stock of staple and fancy groceries. I shall do a strictly cash business, and it will be my aim to ” But the last one had turned the corner. —Detroit Free Press. across the hall. By that time I was reck less. I seized a strap and pulled. The whole thing began to come. 1 strapped it half way and considered. Considering was hard work. So was holding. I pulled. It came, and I went. But I didn’t go far enough, aud the bed caught me. 1 was underneath. The Charleston man on the floor below dreamed he was at home. “Well, when I got out and took an in ventory, I was minus considerable skin, but the accession of my eyebrow bal anced things. The bed was open, but the middle was way below the average. But I was too impatient to be particular. With considerable emphasis I turned out the gas and rolled in. As soon as I hit the bed it shut up—that is, as close as it could. It was close enough. For about ten minutes I would have swapped places with any one of the seven anar chists and given him odds. When I got out of that place there was not enough left of the bed-clothes to make a respect able bandage. I know, because I tried it. What I suffered you will never know. “This morning the landlady informed me, that had sho known I was subject to delirium tremens, she would have re fused the admittance that gave me a chance to ruin tho reputation of her boarding house. As I left the house the boarders poKed their heads out and whis pered : ‘That’s him; he had ’em bad last night,’ and similar encouraging remarks. —New York News. Mother Goose. Mother Goose's maiden name was Elizabeth Foster. She was born iu Charlestown, Mass., in 1035, and married Isaac Goose, of Boston, in 1693. She was his second mate, and began her ma ternal life a stepmother to ten children. She added six more to that number. Think of it! Sixteen goslins to a single goose 1 Is it any wonder that she poured out her feelings in the celebrated lines: “There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn’t know what to do?” FLOOD AND EBB. The breeze sinks down, and the long reach Of barren sands In the hot sun seems like the beach Of desert lands. Among the rocks no children run Only some poor old women come For driftwood drying in the sun. ’Tis full high noon, the tide is out, We quiet are. God knows what storms may sweep without Tho harbor bar. The sudden squall, the veering gale May tear and wreek the distant sail Of him we love. Our weak hearts fail* ’Tis sunset; the returning tide Creeps up the sands.. The waves gleam with warm colors dyed From tropic lands. The fresh breeze wafts the sounds of joy From lips of many a happy boy To whom each wave brings a new toy. A snow-white sail flits •‘cross the bar, The light is past But ere appears the evening star, He comes at last. His ship is moored. With him beside My doubting heart, can dread abide I Shall I to-morrow fear ebb tide f —Springfield Republican. Yet her family cares sat lightly upon her and she survived Father Goose many years. Still, she stayed by her nest and ted her flock until they were able to swim by themselves. One of her daughters married Thomas Fleet, a printer by trade, with whom she went to live and insisted on being a nurse to his children, and there she lived and sang from morning until night: “Up stairs aud down stairs, And in my lady’s chamber.” Thomas Fleet sold songs and ballads at his printing office, and one day a happy thought struck him. So, while she sat in her arm chair or shuffled about the house lost in sweet dreams, he care fully wrote down what he could of her rhymes which fell from her lip3. Soon ho had enough to make a volume. These he now printed and sold under the tit eof “Mother Goose Melodies for Chil dren. T. Fleet, Printer. Pudding Lane, 1719. Price, two coppers.” Tho Rev. J. M. Manning, D.D., formerly pastor of the Old South Church, Boston, at a festival not many years t-ince spoke very truly, to my mind, when he said: “Not et* or Shakespeare is so sure of im ® aWaww^SiuiLiu GUUkHT’TcrnsTU- eriog the love iu which her melodies are everywhere held, their freedom from any thing which might corrupt or mislead the infantile mind, their practical wis- dsm, their shrewd mystery and motives of human conduct, one is in all soberness forced to admit that her name is among) “Damp, the brightest of the jewels which adorn the brow of the Old South. Let us hope that the day is not far distant wrhen a memorial statue will be erected to this venerable old lady in one of the parks or squares of Boston.” — Lewiston (Me.) Journal. PITH AND POINT. A marriage in high life—a wedding in the attic. A scientist went out the other night in a gale to see what color the wind was, and found it blew.—Carl Pretzel. The Woman's Journal asks: “Whom shall our daughters marry?” What’s the matter with the meal—Philadelphia Call. Speculator—“How do you think wheat i3 going to turn?” Pater Famil- lias—“Into bread I suppose.—Boston Budget. In the fall the gobbling turkey, ’Bout the barnyard proOdly struts, Heedless that November murky Finds him cooked and staffed with nuts. —Life. Three thousand people in Russia are making barrel organs, and now we can begin to understand why dynamite is so popular in the land of the Czar.— Graphic. The Phrenological Journal says: 4 ‘In choosing a wife, be governed by her chin.” A man is apt to be governed by tho same thing after he gets a wife.— Kansas City Squib. “These newspapers’ll never get done pitching into the oleomargarine manu facturers,” said old Mrs. Piaaphor, glancing at an article headed “Corruption in Greece,” in a daily paper. Old Mr. Bently (reading the paper)—* 1 ‘I see that Solomon has been inaicted for bigamy. Old Mrs. Bently—“Well, it’s ’bout time. The idea of a man hav ing seven hundred wives.”—Neto York Sun. ’ By fastening the hammd clock back with a string ( set it, you can make sura t been Sailor— 44 Ay, The Fatal Folding Bed. Capital Punishment in China. In China, writes a Chinaman in the Columbia Jurist, capital punishment often depends upon the whim of the officer of the law. Here is an instance: Pen Ta Ren, the Rear Admiral of the Yangtze district, was passing up that river and chanced to overhear a quarrel between a boatmen and a soldier over tho matter of two cash—the price of ferriage across a small stream. The Admial took in the situation. The soldier had been ferried over the stream, and then refused to pay the poor ferryman. There \yas a principle involved. A large number of soldiers were looking on and apparently enjoying the ferryman’s rage at the loss of his wages. An example was needed, and the “Great Man,’.’ us his name signifies, who was incognito, being on a tour of personal inspection, ordered the soldier beheaded, which was done on the spot. Willful murder, piracy and confirmed thieves fall under the beheadsman ax. Infanticide, however, is not included as murder. The parent, by Chinese law, An expression of profound gloom on has the right of life over his own child; hence the practice of female infanticide. Capital pnnishment can be met by proxy and the law be satisfied. It is no^ uncommon, therefore, when a man c f money is sentenced to death that he can, the face of a friend led to inquiries which elicited a tale of sorrow and suffering. “Do I look mournful?” he asked. “Do I bear the appearance of a man whose soul has been entered by the iron of ad versity? Well, that’s the way I feel. “You know, I moved day before yes terday. Well, hurt by the unfee’ing re- j marks of my late landlady aud the fact that she retained my trunk (as a gage ! d’amour, I suppose) I sought the seclu sion of a West Side boarding house. The room is pleasant and the man who occu- \ pies the other half a very nice fellow. ! Night before last I went home early, and when ready my new chum boldly ap proached an innocent-looking piece of furniture, and after a little sparing for time let in with right and left and brought to view a comfortable bed. I had never seen a folding-bed before, and was a little astonished. However, I made no remarks butturned in. Last night my chum was out, and I didn't know what to do. I loafed around the room, now and then casting a glance at the folded bed and admiring its compactness and air of gentility, but somehow I did not feel like tackling it all by myself. But it had to be done. I remembered that my chum had first lifted the top. I did that. But when I let go it came back with a slam that j by the use of money, secure a stay of ! proceedings long enough to obtain a sub stitute. This is done by making an offer of one, two or more hundred “taels” (ounces of silver, about 133£ cents, our , standard) for a substitute. Some impe cunious family, often having 200 or 300 | members, as the patriarchal plan of do- : mestic economy prevails, will agree i among themselves that they will furui--h ; a substitute for the proffered sum. Lot is then cast to determine the victim, and the doomed man acc?pts his fate with stoical indifference upon the ultra pre destination theory that his time has come, else the lot would not have fallen to him individually. He accordingly presents himself to the court, and the convicted man die; by proxy, while the family of the deceased enjoy the proceeds of the arrangement. It is the most humiliating of our conti nental disgraces that a man can steal $500,000 in the United States and be protected from punishment by the Cana dian government. And it is a sad com mentary on our civilization that the two started the baby owned by the second J greatest nations of the earth cannot floor front into a wild symphony of woe Then I sat down aud thought. To gain time on the bed I undressed. Say, did it strike you as chilly last night? No? Well, it was. Indeed, it was cold. The combination of that fact and my abbre viated costume urged me to renew the attack. This time I pushed the top past the center of the spring, and when re leased it went on with a noise loud enough to arouse the pug in the room agree upon a plan of extradition which shall not be in favor of thieves and ras cals.— Chicago News. Charleston has had eight earthquakes since its settlement in i860. The first was iu 1754 aud the last before the re- c.nt destructive one was in 185^. None were attended with loss of l fe or, ex cepting that in 1811, with damage to property Stranger—“You say shipwrecked four times?”! ay, me hearty..” Stranger—“And what are your sensations when the wild wavea break over you .and you feel yourself sinking under the water!’* Sailor— Siftings; “What nonsense 1” exclaimed Brown, looking over the bill of fare; “what do they want to put all this French here fori” “Why,” replied Flagg, “I think it very aupropriate. ” “And why sol” “Simply to match the foreign matter in the food.”—Bjston Transcript. “Funny, wasn’t ; it, about that Mis souri bank which went into liquidation the other day having $15,090 more assets than liabilities?” “I prefer to wait for particulars,” replied the other. “What particulars?” “I think the president was either too honest to speculate or too lame to skip. The- machinery slipped a cog somewhere. ’J— Wall Street News. A Gum Chewing Contest. The most grotesque feature of the evening at the exposition was the chew ing gum tournament. Old people were dragged up to the Richardson Drug Company's stand by roguish youngsters, who forced them to join in, and the fa cial contortions of some who have long siuce bid a regretful farewell to their organs of mastication were immensely abiurd. Twenty thousand cakes were provided, but these failed to hold out, owing to the general attack on the dis tributors. Several young ladies were heard to repeat that not even the pros pect of winning a pint bottle of perfume could induce them to do anything so vulgar as to chew, but soon afterward the makers of the most vigorous protests were running ahot race with the others. A young lady from Eureka Springs suc ceeded in disposing of twelve cakes in an hour, and had a genuine- walk-over for the first prize, as the second best had not got rid of her sixth cake when “time” was called. Only young ladies were regarded as competing for the per fume bottles, but several grave and rev erend seigniors were impressed into the tournament, including at least one occu pant of a seat on the 1 judicial bench and two or three doctors. Cakes were of- fered to the jubilee singers with a po litely conveyed suggestion that they should take a rest from their singing, but these five Ethiopians proved almost the only individuals who declined to participate.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Badinage of the MinisteA. There wos a meeting of the preachers of Lynchburg, Va., and when it was breaking up Dr. John Hannon could not find his hat. Turning to the Rev. R. Acree, he said : “One of you Baptists has my hat.” “Then,” said Brother Acree, “your hat has more brains in it than ever be fore.” A few's days after that Dr. Hannon was passing by Brother Acree’s yard gate, and when urged to come in he said: “I am on my way to preach.” “\ r ou can’t preach,” replied Brother Acree. 4 ‘So I felt for a long time,” replied Dr. Hannon; “but since hearing you, the other day, I have changed my mind.” —Richmond Religious Herald. ■ -ra jri