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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 17, 1875. No. 7. THE HERALDI 1s PUBLZBEED EVEnY WEMMESAY MORNLNG2 At Newberry C. K.. BY THOS, Fe GRENERKERt Editor and Proprietor. Ters,$250per JXXfUM, Invariay in AUUMe g-The gae sstopped at the expiration of time for which i. is Pa&M. 87* The RA* denotes expbsation of sub beriptiola. cntt~ QUESTIONING THE NEW YEAR. New Year, I would that I might read Your purpose through! Iwyouftir promise mead To meis trae: But while your flttery I receive, In trnth I hardly dare believe Or Mast in you. For ah! the Year whose hoary head Now Heth low, Came in with smiles like yours widespread, TwelTe months ago. And *h! 61-hOMe 816 rich aud Mae, That wth hsproises sofair *Ue help mesow I '1gatbered naugbt.cae .N*A&&,Ue"sUr6,met my claim, -Tho'loufg I songlit. aerw e glad-my heartand l ipm at last this Ol3d Yeax die.I For all he brougbt.t And4j 4;'y -oe '.hst 416 y;u hqd? what d a yonr bng? What blessings are for me enr-olLd? 41t at Son"s.?sing? ftMdarto day- t Still, Hope is king! -Fom TEm ALD12mfor February. VA&M gMeent Pima( poetryis froM the fi; Jr . ELPlatI6 the lector of Oilvazy Churck, in Lmuisville. 'Oh, he shall warm, sit here lit le boy,' and Rachel pushed a chair n front of the stove; she then gave iim a piece of bread and meat. Marian watched these arrange nents and then glided from the -oom; wIen she returned she had t primer, with the first rudiments >f spelling and reading. Going to :he boy she said: 'Little boy here is a book that rou can learn to read from better han a piece of paper. Do you mow you- letters?' 'Some of them, but not all. I iever had anybody to teach me. just learned myself but, oh, I want ;o read sobsdly.' Marian sat down leside him, and >egan to teach- him his letters. ;he was so busily occupied in this vork that she did not see her 'mo her enter the room nor hear Rach 1 explain about the boy; and she new not that-hbr mother stood for ome time behind them listening o her noble child teaching the! >eggar boy his letters. There were but few that he had iot already learned himself, and it vas not long before Marian had the atsifaction of hearing him repeat dis alphabet. When he arose to go he thanked achel for her kindness and offered &arian her book. 'No, I don't want it,' she said, [ have given it to you to learn to ead from. Won't you tell me your ame?' 'Jimmie,' he replied. 'I will not forget you, Jimmie, rou must always remember Marian layes,' was the little girl's fare vell. Louise Gardner and M a r i a n layes were playmates and friends. Cheir dwellings joined, and almost ery hour of the day they were to ether for they attended the same ;chool. These two children were rery differently dispositioned, and rery differently brought up. Lou se was proud and haughty. Poverty n her eyes was a disgrace and a -rime, and she thought nothing too evere for the poor sufferer. These rews she learned from her mother. Irs. Gardner moved in one exclu ive circle-bon ton of New York. Without its precincts she never rentured,for all others were beneath ier. Louise, taught to mingle with o children excepting those of her nother's friends, was growing up yelieving herself even better than iLey. The teaching that Marian Hayes eceived was totally different from his. Mrs. Hayes was acknowl dged by Mrs. Gardner as one of 1er particular friends ; yet though she moved among that circle, was ar from being one of them. Her loctrine was the text her little girl iad used : 'The rich and the poor neet together, and the Lord is the daker of them all.' Thus she taught darian, there was no distinction ; to wealth and position ; that tlie iistinction was in worth alone. She taught her to reverence age, mnd to pity the poor and destitute ; md that 'pleasant words were as sweet as honey comb, sweet to the oul,' a little kindness was better aan money. Marian learned the esson well, and was ever ready to ispense her gentle words to gli, whether they were wealthy and in uential, or ragged and indigent as he boy she had that cold morning efriended. A. gay.and brilliant throng were ssembled in the city of Washing Eon. Congress was in session, and the hotels were crowded with strangers. It was an evening party. The brilliantly lighted rooms were1 illed with youth and beauty. Standing near one of the doors were two young ladies, L asily en gaged in conversing together. The lder of the two suddenly exclaim 'Oh, Marian, have you seen Mr. Hamilton, the new member from 'No, but I have heard a great deal about him.' 'Oh, I want to see him so badly. Mrs. N- is going to introduce him to us. I wish she would make haste, I have no patience.' 'Don't speak so, Louise, I wish you not be so trifling,' said Marion. A singular smile played around the mouth.of a tall, handsome gen tleman who was standing near the girls ; and as he passed them he scanned them very closely. In a short time Mrs. N- came up with Mr. Hamilton, the new mem ber, and presented him- to Miss Gardner and Miss Hayes. As they were conversing together, Mr. Ham ilton said: 'Ladies, we have met before.' Bun Louie and Marian declared ing. I will quote one that may re call it to your memory. 'The rich and the poor meet together, and the Lord is the Maker of them all." The rich blood tinged the cheeks of Marian but Louise still. declared herself ignorant as before. Mr. Hamilton glanced for a moment at Marian, then turning to Louise, he said: 'Long years ago, a little boy, ragged and dirty seated himself up on the- steps of a stately dwelling on Fifth Avenue, New York, and was there busily engaged trying to read from a bit of paper, when his attention was attracted by two lit tle girls, richly dressed. The eldest of the two particularly attracted him, for she was as beautiful as an angel; but as they came near to him, she lifted up her hand and exclaim ed: 'Boy, what are you doing there ' The boy answered that he .was trying to read. The child of affin ence derided him, and said she had heard of intellect in rags, and he was the very personification of it. Hfer companion's answer was, that 'the rich and the poor shall meet to gether, and the Lord is the Maker of them all.' The elder girl drove the boy away from the steps, but the younger one took him into her dwelling and warmed and fed him there. When they parted the little girl said, 'you must not forget Marian Hayes.' And, Miss Hayes, he never has forgotten you. That rag ged, dirty boy is now before you la dies, as Mr. Hamilton, the Member of Congress; and allow me, Miss Gardner, to tender my than.--s to you for the kind treatment of i boy.' Overwhelmed w it h confusion, Louise knew not what t3 say or do. In pity for her, Mr. Hamilton rose and turning to Marian, said: "I will see you again, Miss Hayes,' and he left them. Louise would not stay in the city where she daily met with Mr. Ham ilton, and in a few days returned to New York, leaving Marian with the consciousness of having done nothing to be ashamed of, and en joying the society of distinguished Congressmen. Ma.rian and Mr. Hamilton were walking together one evening, when the latter drew from his bosom an old and well-worn primer and hand ed it to Marian. 'From this,' he said, the man who is so distinguished here, first learn ed to read. Do you recognize the book ?' Marian trembled, and did not raise her eyes, when she saw the well-remembered book. Mr. Ham. ilton took her hand and said : 'Mar-ian, Jimmie has never forgot ten you. Since the day you were so kind to him and give him this book, his life has had one great aim, and that was to attain to greatness, and in after years to meet that ministering angel who was the sweetener of my days of poverty. When I left your house with this book, I returned to my humble home ten times happier, and as siduously set to work to learn to read. My mother was an invalid, and ere long I learned well enough to read to her. 'When my mother died I found good friends, and was adopted by a gentleman in W----. As his son I have been educated. A year ago e died and left his property to me. Of all the pleasant memories of my boyhood, the one connected with you is the dearest. I have kept this primer next to my heart, and dwelt upon,.the hope of again meet ing the giver. I have met her. I see all my imagination pictured, and I ask if the dear hand that gave this book cannot be3 mine forever ?' Louise fet deeper grief than ever whnl Marian told her she was to become the wife of Mr. Han.1ilton, the poor boy whom she once spurn ed from her door, and derisivcly called 'intellect in rags.' But she learned a severe lesson, and one that soon changed the whole cur rent of her life. For a while she shunned Mr. Hamilton ; but by per severing kindness he made her easy in his presence, and she became the acknowedged friend of the Con grssman and his noble wife. Years have passod since then, and Louise is training up a family of ittle ones; but she is teaching them to despise not intellect in rags, but to be guided by Marian's text: 'The rich and the poor meet to gether, and the Lord is the Maker of them all' The Chicago Ti,nes puts the sol emn coniundrumn: ''How can we escpe tire ?" A Now York paper auwr "The Gospel offers you every encouragemen t, but perhaps jejn hold' is to j et out of [From the Galveston News.] A STRANGE STORY. ONE OF LAFITTE'S MEEN DEScRIBES THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEAN.--AARON BURR'S DAUGHTER CAPTURED BY Pi RATES AND BURIED ON GALVESTON ISLAD. In your issue of the 25th of Decem ber, appears an account of an old cannon brought up from the bottom of the bay by the scoop of the dredgeboat. In the same paper you give several conjectual histories of the piece of ordnance, none of which, as I happen to know, have any degree of truth, except that the cannon in question once formed part cf the armament of the fleet of Lafitte-the brave and good Lafitte. From the cut and descripion given of it in your paper I recognize it as an old acquaintance. And, sirs, it has a history, and a most eventful, but brief one, and could it but speak would tell its own tale in language far more elo quent than I can. I am an old man now-"in the sere and yellow leaf.' I was many years ago a member of the company of the brave Lafitte; I am old now, close on to ninety years, and though some weak of limb and dim of sight, yet have re membrance of persons and events of long ago remarkably vivid. An old man lives in the past entirely; he is fond of talking of the brave days of his youth, of the brave men who lived then, of their deeds ol daring, of their generosity, and o himself. -I may, sirs, ,grow tedious and prosy, but permit me to tell my story in my own way-the story of the cannon-for, sirs, it has a story, and one of great interest. You will remember that a short time before the great battle of New Orleans, the great and brave Gen. Andrew Jackson induced our cap tain, the brave Lafitte, to help him fight the British. I well remembei the day, when a small vessel-a schooner appeared off the bar o: what is now called Galveston island. She displayed the American flag, fired a gun and then lowering heI national flag, ran a white flag to her peak. That meant a parley. La fitte scanned the new corner closely with his glass for some minutes, and then ordering his four-oared gig, pulled to the schooner. I was theIr young and lusty, and accounted the best stroke in our navy, and was one of the gig's crew. Lafitte boarded the schooner, and he and a young American o ifi c e r, whose name I afterwards learned was Don. nelson-Lieut. Donnelson, of Gen Jackson's staff-descended into the cabin. There they remained at hour or more, and then they came out. As Lafitte stepped over the schooner's side to get into his gig, he said to Donnelson, "Tell Gen. Jackson I will be with him. He may rely on me for at least eighty skilled artillerists." The name of the schooner was th< "John Hancock," and a neat clippe: she was. We pulled back to th4 fort, Lafitte saying not a word, bui pulling in his quick, nervous waj his mustache; proved to us he wa: planning some desperate work. That night the schooner weighed and left. The next morning ther< was a grand council held at the fort All this occurred a long, long tim! ago-nearly sixty years ago ! Mor Dieu ! how time flys ! It seems ba yesterday. Well, sirs, I don't wvan1 to be tedious, but an old man if naturally garrulous. He has s< much to live over in thought. So sirs, bear with me patiently. I don't know what happened ii the council, but two days after thre< of our best vessels, with the flowe: of our filibusters, sailed for Nes Orleans, under the command of th< BRAvE LAFITTE HIMSELF. Chauvet, his right bower, being with him. After four days' sail w entered the Mississippi river, and soon anchored off New Orleans, little below the city. I was then gunner on board the ten-gun brig Vengeance, commanded by Chauvet a brave but cruel man, When th< British forces under Packenham ap~ proached the city, in January, 1815 we ran up and anchored above th< city. All was bustle and prepara tion. We took out most of the can non and placed them in position ii the works General Jackson ha4 hastily thrown up at Chalmette, and one hundred and twenty picked ar tilerists, or gunners, with all ou: officers, headed by the brave Lafitti in person, manned them. On the 8th day of January, th< British opened a terrible fire on ui with their field pieces, but as w wre sa behindr1 earthwork her out distinctly. She was a pilot boat built schooner, and was armed; two guns amid-ships and a swivel forward. We ran about 200 cables' length distant from her, and Chau vet, mounting the railing, hailed her. She replied that she was the American privateer schooner Pa triot, bound from Georgetown, Soubh Carolina, to New York, and ran up the Stars and Stripes. Chau vet, instead of displaying the Vene zuelan flag, under which we usu ally sailed, flung to the breeze the terrible black flag, and fired a broadside into her. Mon .Dieu ! the Yankees were no cowards, and they replied with their starboard gun and their swivel. And well ainded they were, too, for we had four men killed and some six wounded by the discharge, besides having our rigging badly cut up. After a sharp but brief conflict we carried her by boarding, and every soul was either put to the sword, or MADE FOOD FOR SHARKS in our own peculiar way. Ali! but didn't my pet, my beauty-my little six-pounder, do good work ! Never a shot missed. She behaved splendidly. And didn't I pet and kiss her when the fight was over and the prize secured. A prize in deed the Patriot proved. She had been cruising for some months, de predating upon British commerce, and was returning to New York to divide the plunder. After we had disposed of the dead and living privateermen, Chauvet descended into the cabin, and pret ty soon he called out in an angry tone for myself and mate to go to him. We descended and found him in the cabin, confronted by a beautiful woman, who held an empty bottle in her hand, with which she had struck Chauvet, who had attempted, it seems, to make too free with her. He ordered us to tie her hand and foot and convey her on board the Vengeance and place her in his cabin. We obeyed hm; but she fought us, and did all she could to jump overboard. After gutting the captured ves sel, and transferring the valuables to the Vengeance, we fired her, and then headed for Galveston island. Just after we entered the gulf, and while flying the Venezuelan flag, we had a terrible fight with a Span ish cruiser, and being badly hulled and cut up, and after losing one third of our crew (ahb! the brave fellows-how g all an tly they fought!), we took advantage of a foggy night to draw off, and under full press of canvass made for the is land. Upon our arrival we found the Vengeance so badly damaged that it became necessary to remove from her her armament and all valu ables, and sent her to our navy yard for repairs. We had gotten everything off but three or four guns, my little six-pounder among the number, when one night, .through the infer nal carelessness of the Watchman, the Vengeance caught fire and burned to the water's edge, and in a few hours after sank in the channel between our town, on the east end of Galveston island, and our navy yard, which was about half a mile to the west. Ah, how my heart bled to lose my little pet-my little six-pounder. I grieved over its loss even as 1 grieved over the death of one of my comrades. 0, little beauty, I little hoped ever to hear of you again. Yes, sirs, that cannon described in your paper, is my lost pet. I know her. Have I not handled her ? Don't I know every mark on her? The marks you describe near the cross were made by a cursed Spanish shot in our engagement in the gulf. If I were not so old and so feeble I would travel to Galveston to see once more my little pet. The woman captured on the pri vateer died a few days after our ar rival in Galveston. She was a very handsome woman, and I afterwards learned was the daughter of a dis tinguished American. Her cloth ing-which was of the finest mate rial-was marked "T. A." and she had a golden locket containing a portrait of a beautiful boy. On the locket were the words, "To my wife, Theodlosia." She was buried on the island, a few hundred yards to the es.st of the old fort on the poit. It was whispered among the men that Chauvet had killed her, because she would not yield to his wishes. I hope, sirs, you will excuse the prosy talk of an old man. I am nearing my end-have much to re pent of. But when I saw the de scription in your paper of my lost pet, I felt compelled to write you the truth about her. My old com rades, who may be living-and days, and I may be gone. There are but few of my old comrades living. Those that are will remem ber me when they read the name I i bore in the brave days of Lafitte. I They will remember the best gun- t ner Lafitte and Chauvet ever had, the best oarsman, and the one I whom they nick-named "l'Ecolier." If you publish this in your paper, V please correct the English and put 0 some polish to my rough sentences, for I have some pride yet in main- c taining the reputation for scholar- I ship I enjoyed among the brave filibusters of our loved Lafitte. f' Adieu, messieurs, Jw BAPTISTE CALLIsTRE. Calcasizu, La., Dec. 28, 1874. r ROADSIDE COLLOQUY. a "And so, Squire, you don't take a country paper." "No, Major; I get the city paper T on much better terms, and so I take a couple of them." "But, Squire, the country papers t are often a great convenience. The more we encourage them the better the editors can make them." "Why, I don't know of any con venience they are to me." "The farm you sold last fall was advertised in one of them, and c thereby you obtained a customer, a did you not?" t "Very true, Major, but I paid three dollars for it." "And you made much more than three dollars by it. Now if the neighbors had not maintained and kept it ready for use you, would be without the means to advertise your property. "But Ith I saw your daugh ter's marraige in one of those pa pers. Did that cost you anything." "No, but-" "And your brothers' death was thus published, with a long obituary notice. And the destruction of your neighbor Brigg's house by fire. You know these things are exag gerated till the authentic accounts of the newspaper set them right." "Yes, yes, but these things are news to the reader. They cause the people to take the paper." "No, no, Squire Grudge, not if all were like you. Now I tell you the day will come when some one will 1 write a very eulogy of your life and character, and the printer will put it in type with a heavy black line over it, and with all your riches this will be done for as a grave is given to a pauper.1 "Your wealth, liberality, and all such things will be spoken of,but the1 printer's boy, as he spells the words1 in arranging the types of these sav ings will remark of you: "Poor, mean devil, he is even sponging an obituary ! Good morn ing, Squire." A Co-OPERATIVE HOUSEHOLD. I have heard, writes a London1 correspondent, an amusing account3 of the failure of a recent attempt to establish a confederated home in I London. Five families possessing small incomes united in the estab lishment of a common home. A large house in the Bloomsbury re gion was taken for the purpose, and the arrangements for the regu lation of the household were made wigi the utmost care and precision. There was to be a common dining room, in which all the meals of the household were to be taken; and each family had a set of rooms, which it was to furnish and ar range as suited its own conveni ence. There was to be one cook for the whole household, and a couple of servants to do the other work. The experiment was com menced, and for the first day or two matters went well enough. Before a week had passed, how ever, it becamo evident that to govern a confederated home would be nearly as difficult as to manage an Irish Parliament. The five families could never agree upon what they should eat and drink. The dinner especially was a stand ing subject of dispute, and the con~ sequence was that the kitchen be came a scene of constant wrang ling between the unfortunate cook and her five mistresses. Five bells would frequently be ringing at the same time, and one family would compiain that they were neglected and that another was receiving undue attention. Then the children of the different fami lies would quarrel, and of course each mamma was sure that her darlings were not the cause of the disturbance. Before a few weeks had passed the confederated home became what the person who told me the storg called a confedera ted discord, and had to be broken A newly-married man up-town naannnh ormemorv that was the genius of the fight! How his French blood boiled at the sight of a red coat! Les Anglaisperfid.s! Jackson, tall and gaunt, was mov ing his men, occasionally observing the British line with his glass, and taming anon to encourage his Ten nesseeans and Kentuckians. How impatient those rifleman appeared ! Bat Jackson's orders were, "Re serve your fire, men, for close quar ters!" Pretty soon the cannonading ceas ed, and then we could see the long and solid line of British advancing, first at a slow, steady pace, then a double quick. When they were within three hundred yards of our works, Lafitte,springing upon a gun carriage, thundered out, "FmE 1" i Sacre Bleul What a sheet of flame leaps forth from our guns! Then Jackson, with a clear ringing voice that could be heard above the roar of battle, cried out: "Make every shot tell. Fire low, my boys!" Crack! crack ! went the unerring rifles. Our guns roared. Grape, canister and round shot went crashing through the advancing ranks. The foe reeled under the fire. For an instant they faltered -for an instant only-then with closed ranks they again advanced, under a most withering and deadly fire. ' A general officer leads them. He mounts the parapet, waving his sword and cheering on his men. Lafitte springs toward him, pistol in hand. A flash-Packenham falls shot through the heart. The waver, and then retreat, in great confusion and disorder, to the shelter of their war vessels. Lafitte was for charg ing them, but Jackson, cool and collected, said "no." Our forces were too small, and bayonets were scarce; so we remained be hind our breast-works poured vol leys of grape into them until they were out of range. Mon Dieu! how my old blood is stirred at these re membrances. Well, about the gun! Patience, aessieurs, I am coming to the gun. Well, sir, after the British fleet had sailed down the river, we went over the battle-field, picking up the plun der. Among many other things left in their hasty departure the British left a six-pounder, a field-piece, stack in the mire, with one wheel shattered. It was a beauty ; al most new. The date of its casting was in-1813. After remaining in New Orleans a few days, we prepared for our de parture. Among other things given Lafitte by Gen. Jackson was this six-pounder (the identical cannon described in your paper of 25th December), to replace one of ours that HAD BURsT IN THE BATTLE. It was placed on our bridge, the Vengeance, and ever after formed part of her armament. When we returned to Galveston, Lafitte called us all together-men and officers-and told us that he was determined to give up follow ing the sea, and would leave us ; that if we desired, we could choose a new leader. We were sorry to hear this, for we all loved our in trepid and generous Lafitte, and en deavored to shake his resolution. But he was firm, and so we went into an election, and Ohauvet, La fitte's first lieutenant, was chosen our leader. Shortly after, Lafitte -bade us adieu, and taking one ship, the Chiquita, sailed for South America. I remained behind on the island with Chauvet. Chauvet was not the leader Lafitte was. He liked dash and enterprise ; he was cross, cruel, harsh, avaricious and overbearing.- We feared him, but did not love him as we did Lafitte. SWell,one day Chauvet tor~.- command of the Vengeance, the fastest vessel and best armed of our navy, and sailed into the gulf for a cruise. SWe stopped at one of the Florida Keys, and, while there, Chauvet re ceived some dispatches, the con tents of which seemed to give him intense pleasure. He immediate ly weighed anchor and run into the Atlantic, heading for Hatteras. After we got off Hatteras, a man was kept day and night aloft, on the look-out, with orders to re port every sail he saw. One day, I think it was sometime in the month of March or Apr-il, 1815,the man aloft reported a strange sail on our lar board. Chauvet seized his glass, and after viewing the stranger for some time, ordered the men piped to quarters, and the decks cleared for action. I was then the gunner of the same identical six-pounder captured at New Orleans. AhI! but she was a beauty. I never missed with her. We kept the stranger in sight un til dark, and then, under press of sail, began to crawl upon her. She HE FINALLY WENT. An old man recently appeared efore the Detroit and Lansing tailroad ticket window at the Cen ral depot, and asked: "What you charge for a ticket to jansinr." "Two-sixty, sir," replied the agent, ,etting his thumb and reaching ut for the money. "Two dollar and zixty cents I" ex aimed the stranger, pulling his ead out of the window. "Yes, sir, that is the regular ire. '-Then I sthays here by Detroit rty years !" said the man, getting ed in the face. "I haf never seen ie sush'n swindle as dat 1" "Two sixty is the regular fare, nd you will have to pay it if yon o," replied the agent. "I shust gef you two dollar und Lo more," said the stranger. ' No; can't do it." "Vell, den I sthays mit Detroit ill I dies," growled the old man, nd he went away and walked round the depot. He expected to >e called back as he left the win low, as a man is often called back o "take it along" when he has been hafing with a clothing dealer. uch an event did not occur, and, fer a few minutes, the old man re rned and called out: "Vell, I gef you two dollar und en cents." "No, can't do it," replied the gent. "Vell, den I don't go, so help me ,rashus! I have lived in Detroit bree yare, und shall bay bolice ax, sewer tax, und want to grow ip mit dis town, und I shall not be mwindlet." He walked off again, looking )ack to see if the agent would not all him, and, after a stroll around ie returned to the window, threw [own some money, aud said: "Vell, dake two dollar und twen y cents, und gif me'n dickette." "My dear sir, can't you under itand that we have a schedule of )rices here, and that I must go by t?" ielied'the agent. "Yell, den, I sthays mit Detroit ron dousand yare !" exclaimed the tranger, madder than ever. "I bays >olice taxes und sewer taxes, und I hall see about dis by de Sheaf of Bolice." He walked off again, and as he ~aw the locomotive backing up to ~ouple on to the train, he went >ack to the window and said: "Gif me'n dickette for two dollar md thirty cents, und I'rides on the ylatfomf." "Can't do it," said the agent. "Yell, den, py golly, I spheaks to rou what I does! Here is dem wo dollar und sixty cents, and I oes to Lansing und never comes ack. No, zu.r, I shall never come ack, or I shall come mid de blank oad! I bays taxes by dem bolice, md by dem zewers, und I shall how you dat I shall haf nodding nore to do mit dis town !" He went on the train. [.Detroit Free Press. DON'T CRITIcIsE.-Whatever you lo, don't set up for a critic. We don't nean a newspaper one, but in private ife, in the domestic circle, in society. [t will not do any one any good, and t will do you harm-if you are alled disagreeable. If you don't like mny one's nose, or object to any one's bin don't put your feelings into words. [f any one's manner don't please you, remember your own. People are not ill made to suit one taste, recollect bhat. Take things as you find them unless you can alter them. Even a sinner, after it is swallowed, cannot be made any better. Continual fault anding, continual criticism of conduct of tl'is one and the speech of that one, bhe dress of the other, and the opinions f t'other, will make home the un happiest place under the sun. A Michigan paper declares that "Dr. Mary Walker's life is one continual struggle to keep her pants hitched up without the aid of suspenders." Which, to all intents and purposes, is slab-sided, knock-kneed and bandy egged not so; and as a mere act of Justice, we should like hire somebody to add that if those sainted pants are properly cut and made, you could no ore pull them off without discolating i horn button than you could pull a camel through the eye of a needle without first swapping him off for a spool of thread. If your sister fell into a well, why couldn't you rescue her ? Be ause you couldn't be a brother and assist her, too. A polite way of putting it Trouble with a chronic indispOSl Lnion toexertion. ADVERTISINC RATES4 Advertisements insoted at the Me of $1.-00 per square-one inch-fortirst inserdion, and 75c. for each sabsequent inawdion. Double column adverfisements tonper cent on above. Notices of meetings, obituaries and tribute' of respect, same rates per square as ordbWisY advertisements. Special notices in local colmna 20 cents per line. Advertisements not marked with dw num - ber of insertions wMl be kept In. dU forbid and charged accordingly. Special contracts made with 1#qp .adver tisers, with liberal deductious on A&we rates. Done with Neatness and Dhqakh. Terms Cash. VERY BAD GRAMMAIL The Tribune has an article on gratumar-not bad mrmmar but very bad grammar-in which it says: We hoar it on the street,, on the cars, in business offices, in schools and colleges, in private circles, and sometimes in tho pulpits ad froTh platforms. The ignorant and the' wise, the untutored and the scholar, are all more or less guilty. Even when we know what is correct in ex;pression we are often betrayed by hab it or association or imitation into some violation of the King's En glish. The following eXpreSSIODS ini daily use among. people -who think they are well cdacated.may pgrhaps,call attention to this sub ject more efficiently than theori zing. and philosophizing upon it will do. They have all been'gath ered within the last few weeks and are.the most frequent viola tions, i n common parlance, of cor rect grammar: "I .ainlt," for it isn't. Ain't is a contraction of am no t; "it-am not" is evidently er r oneous. "Has the cows been fed?" "I laid in Ohftee t"on of -haLyl;" -.Ch walked twenty mile;". "coats is best' for horse"-these violate the rule Tyler, in his "Primitive Culture," thus applies to this work the law