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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. X. WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 8, 1874. No. 27. iE Hk-sER A LD IS FURLISRED .VFpy WUNYESDAY Moll.NING, it Newberry (C. 11.9 BY THOS, F, GRENEKER, Edi tor awl Propric; or. Term,, ~ pcr Jntwnl,l luvariubly in Advarce. The pal er i., st opped at the expirationl of Tnem for which it is paid. L_? The X waark dlenott- expiratiou of sub THE H &ND THAIT ROCKS THE WORLD. Bfe&%in.-s on the band of Wwnau! Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, bore], 0,,no matter where the place! WVould that never storms assailed it, Rainbows ever gently curled; For the hand that roclfts the cradle Is the band that rocks the world. Infaincy's, the tender fountain; Power m3y witb beauty flow; 3totbecrs first to guide the streamlets; Feom them soats unresting grow, Grow ont for tbe good or evil, Sunshine streamed or darkness burled For the band that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rocks the world. Woman. hbow divine your mission. Here upon your natal soil! Keep, 0 keep the younIz soul open Alvrkvs to the breath of God! All trwe trophies of the ages Are fr.oi Mother Love impearled; For the band that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rocks the world. Dau1ing girls, with Eden's music Ringinz yet in each young heart, Learn and treasure household knowledge, Precou in life's future part, W6e6 joa%;itoo, exalting mothers, Bravely boyed and geq~tly girWe, F'eel the hand that rocks the cradle is the band that rocks the world. Blessings on the haDd of Woman! Father, sons, and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled Wfth tbe worshi) in the sky; %in2les where no te e ansa summerafternoon, with the heavy dark look and nervous twitching j of the hands which those who were acquainted with him knew ~ latent strength of character. Above all, he was profoundly un conscions of the presence of M. h Comte de V-, and continue( eating his strawberries and read ing his paper as though no wol were in that pleasant fold. As the Count approached thi! table, it become sufficientlv wel known whom lie was about t( honor with his insolence; and th( circle narrowed again to see the play. It is not bad sport, witi: some of us, to see a fellow-crea. ture baited-especially when w< are out of danger ourselves. The strawberry-eaters' costum( was not such as was ordinarilv worn in France at that time, and he had a curious hat, which-thc weather being warm-h e had placed on the table by his side. "He is a foreigner," whispered some in the dress-circle. "Perhaps he does not know Monsieur lE Comte." Monsieur Le Comte seated him. self at the table opposite the un conscious stranger, and called loud. ly, "Garcon." "Garcon," he said, when that functionary appeared, take away that nasty thing!" pointing to the hat aforesaid. Now the stranger's elbow, as hd read his journal. was on the brim of the -Inasty thing," which was a very good hat, but of British form and make. The gareon was em barrassed. "Do you hear me,?" thundered the Count. "Take me that thing away! No one has a right tc place his hat on the table." "I beg your pardon," said tht stra wberry-eater, politely, placing the offending article on his bead and 4Irawing his chaira little aside '-q will make room for Monsieur.' The garcon was about to retirc well satisfied, when the bully call ed after him "Have I not commanded you to take that thing which annoys me away ?" "But Monsieur le Comte, thc gentleman has covered himself.' "What does that matter to me?' "But, Monsieur le Comte, it is impossible." "What is impossible ?" "That L should take the gentle man's hat." "By no means," - observed the stranger, uncovering again. "Be so good as to carry my hat to the lady at the counter, gm.id ask her on gy behalf, to do me the favoi to accept charge of it for the pre ar7ou sneak French passably ell for .s foreigner," said the bul y, stretchi:"g his arms over th able, and loo.king his neighboi all in the face-.' titter of con empt going round the circle. "I am not a foreigne'.r, Mon ieur" "I am sorry for that." "So am I." "May one, without indiscretion, nquire why!" "Certainly. Because, if I were Sforeigner, I should be spared he pain of' seeing a compatriot >ehave bimselt very rudely." "Meaning me?" "Meaning precisely you." "Do you know who I am ?" ask* d the Count, half turning his yack upon him, and facing the ookers-on, as much as to say. ~Now observe how I will crust his poor creature." "Monsieur." replied the straw erry-eater, with perfect polite ess in his tone, '-I ha.ve the hon ,r not to kuow you." "Death of my life! I am the The st;-wberry-eater looked up .no' the easy; good-natured face ras ,gone. In f. place Was one 'ith t wo gray eyes wbich flashed ke fire, and a mouth th.0 Set .* elf very firmly., "The Comte de V--," he -re eated iu a lowv voice. "Yes, Mfonsieur. And what ave you to say against him ?" "I? 0 nothing." "That may be well for you." "But there are those who say e is a coward." "That is enough," said the bully, tarting to his feet. "Monsietu till find me in two hours at this ddress," flinging him a card. "I shall not trouble myself to eek Monsieur le Comnte," rep)lied he straw berry-eater, calm ly tea g thbe 3ard in two. "Then 1 shall say of Monsieur that he, permitting himself to e, said just now of me. "And that is ?" "That he is a coward." * "You may say what you please, onsieur Ie Comte. Those who :now me would not believe you, *nd those who do not-my faith ! vbat care 1 what they think ?" "And thou-thou art a French nan ! nan~ No one but a Frenchman could - have thrown so much disdain as - he did in to the -thou." The strawberry-eater made no 1 reply, but turnied his head and - called' "Garcon !" The poor trem F bling creature came np againI, wondering what new dilemma was prepared for him, and stood quak ing some ten yards off. "Garcon." said the stranger, "is there a room vacant in the hotel ?" -"Without doubt. Mon.sieur." "A large one?" -But certainly. Thev are all ilarge-own apartments." "Then engage t he largest for me to-day, an, another-no matter what-t;:,r Monsieur Ic Comte." "Monsieur, I give my own or ders when necessary," said the Count, loftily. "I thought to spare you the trouble. Go, if you please," (this to the waiter,) "and prepare my 1 rooms." Then the strawberry-eater re turned to his strawb)erries. The bully gnaWed his lip. He could not make head or tail of this phleg matie opponent. The circle grew a little wider, for a horrid idea got abroad that the Count had not found one who was likely to suit him, and that he would have to seek elsewhere what he wanted. The murmnr that went round roused the bully.' "Monsieur," he hissed, "has pre sum.ed to make use of a word which among men of honor-" "I beg your pardon ?" "Which among men of honor-" "But what can Monsieur le Comte possibly know what is felt among men of honor?" asked the other, wIth a shrug of incredulity. '-Will you fight yourself with me, or will you not," roared the Coun woaded to fury. "If isicur le Comte will give him3elf I e trouble to accompany me to t1 apartment which, no doubt, is i w prepared for me," replied th4 stranger, rising, "I will satisfy m "Good." s- d the other, kicking down his cha ; "I am with you. j waive the un pIrelimiaries. I only beg to o r've that I am without arms; b if you--" "0, don't trot yourself on that score," said th tranger, with a grim smile. "I -ou are not afraid, follow me." This he said in a v sufficient ly loud for the neare to hear, and the circe parted crht and lef t, like startled sheep he two -walked towar-ds the hou Was there no one to call lice," no one to try and peveut at to all seemed imminent? Not onl! The dreaded duelist had h vil fit on, and every one bre ed freely now that he knew the ic? tim was selected. Morove, no one supposed it would end 'ther The count and his friend (. were ushered into the apar-tmen tirepared for the latter', who, as' soo." as the garcon had left, took off his~ coat and waistcoat, and proceeded :o.move the furniture so as to leave the room fiee for what was to fo30ow-the count standing with folded ar'.!s, glari ng at him the while. The decks being cleared for action, tbe stranger locked the door, placed the key on the mantel-piece behuind him, and said: "I think you might have helped a litt.le,but never mind. Will you give me your attention for five minutes ?" "Perfect'y." "Thank you. I am, as I have told you, a Frenchman, but I was educated in England, at one of her famous public schools. Had I been sent to one of our own Lycees, I sould, perhaps, have gained more book kuowledge, but, as it is, I huave Iearned some things which we do not teach, and one of them i uot to take a mean advantage of an nan, but to keep my own . ~ y o,wn hands, Do head with e oserI you under-stanu Comte ?" -' that I "I cannot flatter- myse. "Ha! Then 1. must be mor-e ex plicit. I learned, then, that one who takes advantage of mcere brute strength against the weak, or who, pr-acticed in any art, com pels one unpracticed in it to con knen wit him, is a coward and a knae.- o y ou followr me no w, Monsieur le Comte?" "I caine here, Monsieur-" "Necver mind for what you came, be content with what you will get. For example-to follow what 1 was observing-if a man skilled with the small sword, for the mere vicious love of quarreling, goads to madness a boy who has never fenced in his life, and kills him, that man is a murderer; and more -a cowardly murderer, and a knavish." "I think I ca tch your meanin g; but if you hay e pistols here-.-" foamerl the hnl1 . "I do not come to cat strawber ries with pistols in my pocket," replied the other, in t.he same calm tone he had used throughout. "Allow me to continue. At that school of n hich I have spoken, and in the society of men who have grown out of it, and others where the same habit of thought prevails, it would be considered that a man who had been guilty of such cowardice and knavery as I have mentioned, would be justly punished if, some day, he should he paid in his own coin by meting some one who would take him at the same disadvantage as he placed that poor boy at." "Our seconds shall fix your own weapons, Monsieur," said the Count ; "let this farce end." "Presently. Those gentlemen whose opinions I now venture to express, not having that craze for bloed which distinguishes some who have not had a similar enlight ncled education-woUld probably think that such acoward and knave as we have been bonsidering would best met his deserts by receiving a humiliating castigation befitting, his knavery and his cowardice." "A h! I see ; I have a lawyer to deal with," sneered the Count. "Yes. I have studied a little law, but I regret to say I am about to break one of its provisions." "You will fight me then ?" "Yes. At the school we have been speaking of, I learned, among other things, the use of my hands; and it' I mistake not, I am about to give you as sound a thrashing as any bully ever got." "You would take advantage of your skill in the box ?" said the Count, getting a little pale." "Exactly. Just as you took ad vantage of your ski.ll in the small smord with poor young B-" "But it is degrading-brutal !" "My dear Monsieur, just con sider. You are four inches taller and some thirty to forty kilo grammes heavier than I am. I' have seldom seen so fine an out side. If you were to hit me a good swinging blow, it would go hard with me. I n the same way, if poor young B-had got over your guard, it would have gone bard with you. But, then I shall only black both your eyes, and perhaps deprive you of a tooth or so, unhappily in front ; whereas you killed him." "I will not accept this barbarous encounter." "You must; I have done talk ing. Would youi like a little brandy befor'e wve begin ? No ? Place yourself on guard, then, if you please. When I have done with you, and you are fit to ap pear', then you shall have your' i.e venge-even with the small-swvord, f you please. At present, bully oward-knave, take that, and at, and that!" And the wiry little Anglo-Frank \as as good as his word. in lessI te than it takes to write it the gNat br'aggar't was rendered un-1 pr entable for many a long day. T~ number one caused him to see tLy sans beaming in the firma ment .with his r'ight eye ; that numbe- two produced a similar pheno tj non. with his left ; that numbAhree obliged himi to swal low a ft tooth, and to observe the ceilingrmore attentively than he had hither'to done. And when one or two otier thats had complete ly cowed bim, and be threw open the window and called for help, the strawberry-eatcer took. him by the neck and breeches and flung him out of it on to the flower-bed below. The strawvberry eater remained a month at Bordeaux to fulfill his promise of giving the Count his I rvenge. But then, again, the l bully met with more than his i match. The str'awberr'y-eater had I Angelo for a master as well as I Owen Swift, and after a few passes the Count, who was too eager to kill his man, felt an un peasant sensation in his right I shoulIder'. The seconds interposed, 1 and there was an end of the affair.< wais his last duel. Some one< roded a sketch of him as he >rodu' ing thrown out of the ppeard o. and ridicule--so ~otel windowv, "uman-rid the ~wtu to a Frene.. 'abry ~oun try of him. The s'. Mattle ~ater was alive when the f the Alma waos fought, and he only man to whom the above ~ acts are known who never talks c bout t hem.- Temple Bar. The tears we shed for those we ove are the streams which water he garden of the heart, and with-t ut them it would be dry and bar ren, and the gentle flowers of af fection would perish. Four things cannot come back : the broken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected op nntnity. (isellneous. AN EXCITING SCENE. A great experience meeting sonie years ago was to be held )ne evening in chureb, where the speakers were all to bt reformed drunkards. An estimabl woman whom we viil call Alice was inducea to attend. When th neeting was somewhat advanced late member of Congress aros 6ith apparent sadness and hesitv "ion. "Though I have consented, at our urgent solicitation, to addres; his assembly to night," he said, 'yet I felt so great a reluctance in loing so, that it has been with the ltmost difficulty that I could drag nyself forward. As to relating iy experience, that I do not think [ can venture upon. The past I hare not recall. I could wish that :en years of my life were blotted ylit." He paused a moment much af ected, and then adided in a final roice-"Somothing must be said >f my own case, or I fail to make ho impression on your own minds hat I wish Lo produce. "Your speaker once stood among ,he respected members of the bar. Nay, more than that, he occupied seat in Congress for two con ressional periods. And m o r e han that," he continued, his oice sinking into a tone expres 5ive of deep emotion, "he once had itenderly loved wife and two sweet :hildren. But all these honors, all hese blessings have departed from him. He was unworthy to retain them. His constituents let him :irop because he had debased him elf and disgraced them. And more tran all she who had loved him devotedly, the mother of his wo babes, was forced to abandon him and seek an asylum in her Father's house. And why? Could I become so changed in a few short years? What power was there to so debase me that my fellow-beings spurned me,and even ~he wvife of my bosom turned away eart-broken from me ? Alas, my riends, it was a mad indulgence n intoxicating drinks. But for his I were a useful and honorable epresentative in the hall of legis ation, and blessed with bomne, and vife, and children. "But I have not told you all. ~fter my wife was separated from no, I sank rapidly. A state of so riety was too terrible for my houghts. I drank more deeply, nod was rarely, if ever. free from ~he bewildering effects of partial ntoxication. At last I became so bandoned that my wife urged by ~er friends no doubt filed an appli ~ation for a divorce, and as cause ~ould be readily shown why it hould be granted, a separation as legally declared ; and to comn lete my disgrace, at the congres ional canvass I1 was left off my ,icket as unfit to represent the listrict. "Whben I heard of the Sons of 'enperanice,I sneered at first,then vondered, listened at last, and hen I threw myself on tbe great >rotherhood that was marching m in triumph, in the hope of be ng carried off by them out of the 'cash of danger. Nor did I hope vith a vain hope. The Order lid for me all, and meore than all I :ould have desired. It set me mce more on my feet, once more nade a man of me. "A year of sobriety, earnest de otionl to my profession and fer ent prayer to Him who alone ives strength in every good res lution, restored me to mucb that : had lost; but not all, not the -ichest treasure that I had proved nyself unworthy to retain-not ny wife and children.. Between nysef and these law has laid its tern, impassable interdictions. . have no longer a wife, no longer bildren, though my heart goes ,owards these loved ones with the enderest yearning. Pictures of mr earlier days of wedded love are ver lingering in my imagination. :dream of the sweet fire-side cir lo, I see ever before me the placid 'ace of my Alice, as her eyes look d into mine with intelligent con idence ; the music of her voice is ver sounding in my ears.'' Here the speaker's emotion 'vercame him; his utterance be ame1 choked, and he stood silent, ith bowt7'l head and trembling Embs. The de.nse mass of people ere hushed intG oppress~ive still iss, that was broken here and here by half-stified sobs. At this moment there was a nove in the crowd. A single fe nale figure, before whom every ne appeared instinctively to give way, was seen passing up the aie. his was not observed by mpake. until she had come ne in front of the platforin on whicli he stood. Then the movement caught his ear, and his eyes that instant fell on Alice, who, by 1bc kindness of those near her, wvaE conducted to his side. The whol audience, thrilled with the scene, were upon their feet bending for ward, when the speaker extended his arms, and Alice threw hersel ipon his bosom. An aged minister then came N>rward and gently separated mem. "No, no," said the reform .it congressman, "you can not take her away from me." "Heaven forbid that I should,' said the minister; but by your own confession she is not your wife." "No, she is not," returned the speaker mournfully. "But is ready to take her vows again,' modestly said Alice, in a low tone, smiling through her tears. Be fore that large assembly, all stand ing, and with few dry eyes, the marriage ceremony was again performed that gave the speaker and Alice to each other. As the minister, an aged man, with thin white locks, completed the marri age rite, he laid his hand upon-the two he had joined in the holy bonds, and, lifting up his stream ing eyes, said in a solemn voice, "'What God has joined together, let not RUM put asunder." "Amen !" was cried by the whole assembly, as with a single voice. [ld Oaken Bucket. FATHER TERRY ON GENE SIS. Of all the methods proposed to reconcile Genesis and Geology, that offered by the Rev. Mr. Terry, a Roman Catholic priest of Chica go, is bX far the most effective, if notr the most orthodox or most satisfactory. Science, according to this view, is all fact and Genesis all fiction ; and as fact and fiction cannot be said to contradict each other, Science and Genesis cannot be said to disagree. The book of Genesis, Father Terry teaches, is a grand epic. The stories of Eden and of man's creation are poems. So is that of the creation of Eve out of' one of Adam's ribs. Pearls of revelation are contained in them, it is true. The acid of crit 9.~ism will redeem them from their c. rustation. The story of the deluge anid the rainbow in the Bi ble are no better than those con cerning the rib and the garden, nor are they of a different nature. Sodomn and Gomorrah were burn ed just as Chicago qas. There was nothing mysterious in their burning. God had no more to do with it than He had with the great Chicago fire of 1871. Notanaveng ing Deity, but the West-side shingles and the high winds were the cause of that disaster. If this be Catholic doQtrine, it can no longer be said that the Catholic Church is immoveable. Indeed, if it be the Catholic'doc trine, the Catholic Church is the most advanced of all churches. Father Terry has reconciled sci ence and religion in such a way that they can never quarrel again. If it be urged that God did not create the world in six days, the future Catholic theologian will an swer: Of course not--that is all poverty. If a proselyte finds it difficult to subscribe to the ac count of the fall; how the temp ter took the shape of a serpent and induced the first woman by its el oquence to ,eat the apple, his dofbts may be, calmed by the as surance that this is one canto of an epic. If it be suggested that Christ. is not the Redeemer of the world.in the commonly accepted sense, the skeptic may be confirm. ed in his position by the assur ance that since man's fall is a fic tion, there was no need of such a redeemer; that, therefore Christ is not a redeemer but only an ex ample. Having begun this, Father Ter ry will do well to continue. Let the Young Men's Catholic Libra ry Association have a series of lectures of the same character as that on Thursday night. And from the same gentleman--one on the Poetry of Mathew, an anoth er on the Poetry of John, a third on the Poetry of Job, a fourth on the Poetry of the Virgin Mary, and a fifth on the Poetry of the Judgment. If Father Terry is only consistent throughout, and induces the rest of the Catholic Church to follow him, he will find Darwin, Huxley, and Spencer hum bly knocking at the door, begging admission into the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church, and ready to use their influence in favor of Father Terry for Pope of Rome.-Cicago Tribune. Sin is bad in the eye, worse in the tongue, worse still in the heart, but worst of all in the lfe. OLD LOVE REKINDLED. The wedding was that of Mr. Conger, member of Congress from Miehigan, with Mrs. Sibley. wid ow of Major Sibley, United States army. She was Miss .Hum phries, daughter of Judge Hum phries of the Supreme Court ofthe State of Ohio. and t% enty-seven years ago was affianced to Mr. Cnger, then a handsome. bloom ing youth. They quarreled and parted. In six montlhs t he quarrel ,vas forgotten, and .they. were igain engaged. Miss Humphries was pretty, a belle, and a flirt.: Rer flirting propensities did not please Mr. Conger, and he remon strated with her. Being a high spirited girl, she again and finally broke the engagement, telling him she would never marry him. He left the State. She married and he married. Major Sibley lived twelve years. There were no children, and at his death she went abroad. Mrs. Co-ger lived a few years, and left three children. In October, weary of European life, Mrs. Sibley determined to return to her home in Cincinnati. Arriv ing in New York, it occurred to her to come to Washingten for a few weeks. Oh, women, how mys terious are thy ways! One day time hanging wearily on her hands, she wandered (?) to Congress of course, never dreaining that in this august body sat her affinity. An hour passed: the debates were prosy and tedious. So, gath ering her wraps about her, she prepared to leave the gallery, when there was a tap on her shoulder. Turning, who did she behold but the lover of her youth! After commonplace greetings in an agitated voice, she made the inquiry. "I suppose your fami ly are with you ?" "Did you not know that my wife was dead?" With tragic start she averred she did not. They chatted some time, and on leaving she said : "I am at the Arlington-will you come and see me?" Hesitation on'bis part, blushes on hers, and then in a low voice replied Conger: "I will come if you take back what yot said to me twenty-five years ago." "I will," she answered, and she wilted. The engagement was very brief, and the happy twain were united Saturday, May 23d, at eleven o'clock A. M. The bride wore a pearl-colored satin brocade, with diamond orna ments, and looked very well, al beit she could not look sentimental, for she is not very young, and weighs about one hundred and ninety-five pountis. A GREAT KNIFE-SWALLOW ER. A writer in the Siecle, of Paris gives the following account of an American sailor, named John Cummings: On the first occasion this man swallowed fourteen knives. As may be supposed he was ill in consequence; but he recovered, and was able to re-commence his exploits. Being made a prisoner by an English ship in 1807,.he suf fered himself to be persuaded to satisfy the curiosity of the crew. This time he swllowed seventeen knives in the course of two conse cutive days. .But he was then attacked by excessive pains which required the aid of a surgeon, on der whose care he remained eigh teen months. He was then dis missed as incapable of service. T wice in the year 1807 he entered Guy's Hospital, London, and was attended there by Dr. Babington, who had much difficulty in believ ing the account which the man gave of the origin of his illness. He left the establishment, but again returned to it in 1808 under the care of Dr. Currie, and died there in the the following year, af ter seven months suffering. When the body was opened there was found in it fourteen knives all corroded and partly dissolved. On one of them, how ever, the name of~ the maker might be still distinguished ; a copper button and part of a silver setting which had adorned another were scarcely touched, but the nails. springs, and horn handles were in a state of decomposition. The final malady and death had been caused by the half of a large knife becoming fixed across the intestines. The stomach isteif was not at all injured, and Commings, after his last experiment, had eat en with excellent appetite. You may'gather a rich harvest of knowledge by reading, but thought is the vinnowing ma chine A TOUCHING INCIDENT. We heard a story told the other day that made our eyes moisten. We have determined to tell it, just as we heard it, to our little ones: . A company of poor children who had been gathered out of the alleys and garrets of the city, were preparing for their departure to new and distant homes in the West. Just before the time of starting of the cars, one of the boys was noticed aside from the others, and apparently very busy with a cast of garment. The superin. tendent stepped up to him, and found that he was cutting a small piece out of the patched linings. It proved to be his old jacket, which having been replaced by a new one, had been thrown away. There was no time to be lost: "Come, John," said the superin tendent, "what are you going to do with that old piece of calico?" "Please sir," said John, "I am cutting it to take with me. My dear mother put the lining into this old jacket for me. This was a piece of her dress and it is all that I have to remember her by." And as the poor bcy -thought of that dear mother's love, and of the sad death-scene in the old garret where she died, he covered his face with his bands, and sobbed as if his heart would break. But the train was about leaving, and John thrust the little piece of cal ico in his bosom to remember his mother by, hurried into the car, and was soon far away from the place where he had seen so much sorrow. We know many an eye will moisten as the story is told and retold throughout the country, and many a prayer will go to God for the fatherless and mo therless in all great cities and all places. Little readers, are your mothers still spared to you? Will you not show your love by obedi ence ? That little boy who loved so welliwe are sure obeyed. Bear this in mind that if you should one day have to look upon the face of a dead mother, no thought would be so bitter as to remember that you had give her pain by your willfulness or disobedience. [Oldi School Presbyterian. CONcEIT.-Hardly anything is more contemptible than the con ~eit which rests merely upon so sial position-the conceit of thosc who imagine that thus thiey are livorced from the clay of common cnen,of those who shrink with hor ror fi-om the plea of work, as some bhing which degrades by its very yontact, and yet, who very likely, >we their present position to some 2ot remote ancestor, who, recog 2izing his call to work, lived more. onestly in the world than they do, nd was not ashamed of soiled ~humbs. It is one of t'be meanest 1hings for people to be ashamed f the work from which they draw ~heir income, and, which glorified ,heir ancestors more with their ~oiled aprons and black gowns, ,han themselves with their rib ons and flash jewelry. It might e a fine thing to be like the lilies, nore gloriously clothed than Solo non,and doing nothing,if we were >*ilies. Advantageous position ~y a more emphatic call to vork; and while those who hold he advantage may not be com pelled to manual drudgery, $ey ihould recognize the fact that nanual drudgery may be perform ad in the same spirit as that which bharacterizes their own work, and ~herefore that it is equally honora >le-Rev. Dr. Chapin. THE IRISH ON CIVIL RIGHTS>1 [t was on Saturday night last that F'red Wiley, an Adonis of charcoal ine, who acts as an assistant in the ritchen of the Lamar House, ap >roached Miss Mary Donahue, a uxom Irish maiden whose re- . mowned skill as the pastry cook >f the Lamar House is known thme 3ity over, and said to her that as he Civil Rights bill had passed, de wanted her to array herself in dxer best finery the next morning and go to ebnrch with him. The Daiden) looked up in surprise, and moticing that the dusky Adonis ieemed in earnest, demanded to wnow if he meant what he said. all unaware of the danger of in muiting a maiden of the brave, rirtuous and impulsive Irish race, se replied that he did. No soon >r were the words out of his nouth than down upon his great jkull came, with terrific force, the xeavy wooden ladle which Mary meld in her hand, and the blood lowed profusely from the wound1 that the blow caused. His firsti xperiment in "civil rights" slight-1 y cooled his ardor. Knoxville Chronicle. ADVERTISINC RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rat of $1.00 per square-one inch-for first Insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Double colur' advertisements ten per cent on above. -Notices of meetings, obiuaries auwibutes of'respect, same rates per'squam as ordinWr advertisementL. Special notices in local column 20 cents per line. Adverisements Dot Wa*ed with the num ber otfinsertions will be kept in tin forbid and chargdtaodlWr. sPecial VoRtmact made with lare adver tisers.. wihIberal deducedou atave rate. Done with Neatiesa and Dispwth. Terms Gash THE MAGIc BOX. A housekeeper's agWire had for a long time been becoming -very much entangled, and'the poor wo man knew not what to do to get Out of her difficulties. After a time she bethought -herself.of.a wise old hermit who lived io, the neigh borL ood, and to hinm repaired for advice. She related to Limn all her trouble, sayia9g "fThings go on badly.en6ugh-. nothing prospers indoor&' -or out. Pray, sir, can yon not advMW some remedy for my misfortane&-ri The berm it-ashrewd rosy man -begged her to wAit, and&reiring to an inner chamberof is cWIl af. ter a short time bro'gh o4ta vr curious-looking box. crvTel ed up. cr~hyel "Take this," said he "laid keep it for one -year;- bat you m lust, three times a day,indti,eetmes a night, carry it into- theMichen, the cellar, and-stable, And-ut: it down in each corner.- ' swer for it that yon will- 0brty find things improve. B"t-be surethat at the end of the year,son.bring back the box. Now fiw""e-AW The good-woma zee~e h precious box with many thiAks and bore it carefully home. The next day, as she'was carry7 ingf,. it ,-"into rreat concern, and which must be