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A Family Companion,. Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 8, 1875. No. 36. THE HERALD IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY.MORNING, At Newberry, S. C. BY THO. F. GRENEKER, Editor andPFA)prietor. Terns, $2.50 per .fnum Invariably in Advance. r___-e r is stopped at-the.exPirtion of time for *bih is paid.' K The mark denotes expiration of sub scriptiO . THE HOMESTEAD. It is not as it used to be Wienfyou and I werd young, -When round each elm and maple tree . The honeysuckles clung; 'But still I love thecottage Where I passed my early years, Thmob wt asingle fate is ther .NafDMu7 endears. It' a I7to be The moss is on the roof, Andkamtierest beneath.the eeas TiWe*ke ep-aloo The robins-how they used to sing, Sa -dg; abnt thwJM bees. wig r'ing iow!Ong! It is not as it used to be! The voices loved of yore, Akefo6ithat we were wont to see, i* se*andhear no more, oore! Alas! we look in vain For those to whom we clung, And.loved as we can love but-once, henyou '*d I were yoting. ._A DAYTMA BEREELEY9 -0 The following pleasant Sketeh which Ae copy from the Washing tons &nday Herald, is from the pen of Miss Rebecca Clyde Boyle, of Washington : ETHEL DEARING'S CHAP --- TER I was very anxious to go to tbe springs this seasoxx, ut did not. know how it was to be arranged. Mother could not leave the small childr-en,gnd when Uncle John pro posed that they should - go too I was not over-gossing on the sub jeep for 1 have traveled before with Che children, :and it takes away half the pleasure. -Johnnie always gets.bitten by a snake or - hrwise injured, 'and the waters never-agree with Mainie, andjuo theinderstood that just as well as tidid; so I said, "I will try not to tliink of it any more." Then' Un*e.John put down his foot and' said$"You shall go Ethel;- I will take.you myself." So here we are.at Berkeley Springs, we camie herib0Qaflgit is 'ist Mr rom-' Washington, and Uncle John can run down there occasionally and at tend to his business. Ihbreuegt Se with me, and she is the best look ing"maid here; every one notices her; she is such a light .mulatto, and:always looks so neat. We' haie bsen hir-e'some time, and Uncel ohn h1as been home, anddleft me' in charge of a married lady. I had no chdice in the mat ter.: When I returned from the bath one morning I found Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Spite both laying claims to me, and placing Uncle John in a most disagreeable posi tion. I do not know how he wotild?bave exf,ricated himself had n ot Mrs. Ford politely resigned in favor of Mrs. Spite. I saw such a-handsome man one nighit on the piazza. -Miss Glass, who is'hei-e from Baltimore, says he lives here, and his name is Guy Channing; she said she knew him ,very-well, and would introduce him to me ; but as he did not no tice-her once during the evenin gI do not think their-m'timacy can be very great. Margaret Talton is here. She comes often to see me; she-is staying at one of the cot tages. 'The cottagers donot come to the ho'tehmuc1. Margaret says they are charming people.; but Mrs. Spite tells stich queer stories about some of thler, just :as she. does& about most every. one ~in the hotel. But she is so kind, and sayspshe loves me dearly. Most of the cottagers have called on me. Some of them knew mother when she was here years ago; and then Margaret asked aill of her friends to call upon me. There seemed a fate against my being introduced to Mr. Channing; be came up and talked with Mrs. Spite one morning while I was with her, and she did not intro duce us. When .he left I said, "'Why did you not introduce Mr. Channing to me?" She told me he ivas not a proper person for me light moustache; he has traveled through Europe and America. He knows the world thoroughly. I know Mr. Channing now. Mrs. Ford introduced us, and he has told me. almost word for word what Mrs. Spite said about him. He is one of those men who seems to know everything that one thinks of. Still, if my tender feelings are 'to be trampled upon, I think I would rather be trampled on by Guy Channing than any one else. Margaret Fulton is a charming wo man and so aristocratic-looking. She is about medium height; rath er slight, a pale complexion, clas sic features, and dark brown hair. She is very intellectual, and all the men here, who have any sense, admire her. Sam Smith, at the post office, says she receives more letters than any lady in the vil lage. I have had such a nice walk with Mr. Channing. We did not go far, because I grew tired, - and we sat down on a rock. Mr. Chan ning told me of some of his past flirtations, none of which w'ere new to me. I had heard them of Mrs. Spite, only in a more cold blooded form. But Guy does not call them dirtations, he says he really feels a friendship for all the girls he . mentioned; and he re marked: "I never flirt unless a lady throws down the gauntlet, then of course, I take it up." I wonder if he thought I meant anything of the kind ? I feel a little uncomfortable, but I will try to be~very meek and make a con flidant of him. Then, perhaps, he will be merciful. When Guy and I returned from our walk I saw Mrs. Spite on 'the piazza, talking very confi'dentially with Uncle 'John, and gesticulating with her jeweled hands.- I feel convinced we were the subject un der discussion. As IpassedI heard her say: "Yoa had better nip it in the bud." The Johnson's are here, and are to say quite late in .the season. Every, one likes Miss Johnson, she is so~ natural and amiable. Sdme of the girls complain of the stupidity of Berkeley and de plore the lack of gentlemen, but Lydia Johnson makes a joke of it, arid enjoys everything. She has explored the entire, n.eighborhood on foot, has walked to "Lover's Leap," "'The Sulphur Springs," "Fair View;' and contemplates "dapon Rock." IwishIcouldwalk, but I always grow -tired and sit down. Then some of the girls who are not as amiable as Lydia John son say it is just an excuse to keep Guy Channing to myself. Lydia Jdhnson is tall and handsome, has a clear, dark complexion, bright eyes, pretty white teeth, and her hair is very brown.-I was so amus ed the night Uncle John returned frOm 'Washington. He cami to me-and iid: "I- want you to come. at once and-be presented to a lady who has just arrived. We came over in. the stage togetlier;" NIe hurried me off iN the recep tion-room ,there sat several females in linen dusters, shabby hats, and their faces besm.eared with coal dust. I felt infinitely superior in my light organdy ribbons. Uncle Jhn-introduced me to the shabbi est, blackest,thin nest of the party, whorr .he called Miss Pecksniff, "Pheobus, what a name!'' She bowed stiffly, said she was tired and sleepy, and wished to go at once to her room. But she has never been tired or sleepy since. She is a friend of Mrs. Spite's and they are constantly together, they walk and talk,; and talk and walk, and then-they stop,-and Mr#. Spite rolls her -eyes and. waves her hands, and' every feature in -Miss Pecksniff's face seems to be con versing. Uuele John thinks Miss Peck sniff is delightful.. He plays crib bage with her and sends mint ju leps and cobblei-s to her roomn. 0f course she is too virtuous to drink them, excepting as a tonic. What would mother say if she knew Un ele John had sent any woman a bouquet ? I know he did, for I saw him give one to Ely, (na of the behll.hoys,) with his card, and then Miss Matilda Pecksniff made her appearance in the evening with a little bunch of geranium in her hair, and the same on the bosom of her black grenadine dress, and she said I "looked sweetly, and she hoped I was not going to give people occa sion to talk about me." Margaret Fulton says Miss Pecksniff has been disappointed in love. Margaret and I go very often to look at the bathers. Some of the ladies look very pretty and swim well, others place themselves beyond recogni tion. I wish I had the hardihood to tell Uncle John how Miss Pecksniff looks in the water. I was standing with Margaret, looking into the pool, when an object therein attir ed in green flannel, her head de void of braids, turned a lemon colored countenance toward us and exclaimed: "Why don't you come in, girls?" I-started back, and Margaret said: "Ethel, that is Miss Peeksniff." Guy Channing has been giving me a few ideas; he says a lady should manage to keep two gentle men in attendance,one to carry her shawl, book, fan, &c.,. and to go in search of something she has not lost, while she talks to the one she really likes. Perhaps next month more gentleien will be -here, and then I will see what I can do. Now I think "in all the whole wide world there is but -one." I see Guy Channing coming through the office; we are about to have a walk up the mountain. ll t1 u. SPIRIT RIFLE PRACTICE. The papers contain an account of a so-callod elaborote investiga tion of a materialized spirit, which recently took place in St. Louis, Mo. The medium was One W.-C. Clark, who pretends that he has a bafid-of thirty-two disembodied spirits about him,' some of which he can materalize by the odic or mesmeric force in him. During this materialization, the medium was tied up in a closet, and the room darkened ; when, after a lit tle while a curtain was withdrawn, exposing a part of the interior of the closet, in which then the ghost or materialized spirit was seen. As it was suspected that, in this case, the same kind of deception was employed as in the Katie King affair, namely, that a real person of flesh and blood acted the role of the spirit, it was sug gested that a crucial test would be to fre at the spirit with a loaded musket,as a real spirit could not be hurt by such an experiments Mr. Clark having asserted that his materialized spirits were.no decep tions, but real spirits, and could stand -such a test, he received from an able marksman the following formal challehge: S'T. Louis, Aug. 4, 1875. MR. CLARK: Dear Eir:-Having attended a seance given by you, and having seen the wonderful ma terializations, I will give you fifty d~llars to produce one face at the aperture, if you will let me, or any person I may name, fire a shot at it with a rifle. If it is a spirit face it cannot hurt it, and it will satisfy me it is not'you with a mask on your face. My conditions are that yu will disrobe yourself and put on clothes I shall produce, and per mit me to fasten you to the bot toni of the, cabinet. Yours, res pectfully, HENRY TIMKENs. This was accepted by Mr. Clark. On the appointed evening, August 8, he was divested of all clothing, and other clothes brought by Mr. Timkens were put on him; he was tied down to the bottom of the cabinet by r o p e s passed through holes; a black curtain covered the window at which the ghost was to appear.; the window was located on one side of the me dium ; the string to open this cur tain was placed within reach of Mr. Clark. The cabinet was closed and the lights turned down, and after a period of painful stillness, the medium asked the audience to sing and they did so with a will. After they had finished sevei-al songs a loud knocking was heard, which slowly became more gentle, en ano amed. A fter.three anar ters of an hour, during w h i c h nothing happened but an occasion al spasmodic knock, a painful cry was heard in the cabinet, the black curtain was withdrawn, and a face appeared at the window. It was that of a girl with blue eyes and brown hair. The face was instant ly seen by all present, and is de scribed as having fixed features,and other and characteristics of a mask. "Fire," said the voice of Mr. Clark in.the cabinet; and Mr. Timkens, who had before pointed his rifle at the oenter of the window, pulled the trigger, and the ball passed through the face and lodged in the back partition of the cabinet; while the face remained at the window unmoved for about a min ute longer, when it was concealed by the black curtain, which was drawn over the opening. The account is very minute in details about the inspection of the cabinet, and the ropes with which the medium was tied; and~ it es pecially reports all which the lat ter said concerning his fatigue and the emanation from his own spirit and the other spirits he con trols; but no means appear to have been taken to get hold of the mask, which was doubtless the thing used. The same parties (the Holmes') who. exhibited the Katie King materialization in Philadelphia were recently exposed in Brook lyn, where a company of spiritual ists themselves found out the de ception practiced,by masks, which were exhibited before a curtained window; as at St. Louis. Such a mask, of course, would not be hurt much by a ball; but there are other more scientific methods of prac ticing these deceptions; such. as opticale contrivances, -which .can be mad to give images which are perfectly visible and- totally intangible. Any one who has seen the per fect illusions produced by the ste. reopticon, which is nothing but an iniproved magic lantern, or with the megaseope, by which the per fect image of solid bodies may be thrown on smoke, vapor, or dust, can understand that the so-called materialization trick can be easily performed by such. means. Such an image, falling on a black cur. tain;is invisible; but on a . white translucent smnoke, its resemblance to a real body is such that it is next to impossible to distinguish it, except by an investigation during the exhibition of the image; the in vestigator placing his head' in the opening, and looking around to see where the machine is, from which the light forming the image proceeds. Persons acquainted with these and similar resources, of physical science, which are ~increased in number and improved almost dai ly, are of course utterly impotent to investigate the means by whiIch tricks of this kind .are practised ; and their conclusions as to the ab sence .of: any- deception: are of no account: whatsoever. The above is only one of many illustratiQns of caaes where: the:nature -of the deception remains -undiscovered, simply from' the deficiency of knowledge and acuteness of.those witnessing the performance. -[&Sientfice American. A New ,Tersey editor wrote a long article entitled, 'Why are wo men delicate?t' and marked it 'No. 1.' Then -he went home and. threw .his overceat over the lounge; in the inside, pocket of which, after - a brief exploration, his wife found a letter which con cluded in those words: 'Don't let your skinny old wife see this. Ever your Maggie.' Tben she seized a poker and chased her tal ented husband 11 times . around the house before she knocked him down the area steps. It is thought that No 2 of 'Why are women del icate ?' will never be written. It is a notable fact that while not one ex-president is living, the wives offive of them survive-Mrs. Polk, Mrs. Fillmore, Mrs. Tyler, Mrs. Linco1n, and Mrs. Johnson. Troubles are like 'dogs, the smaller they are the more they annoy you. FLOWERS. Who does not love flowers, and joyfully welcome them in the spring as they greet us after their long rest? I think very few can truthfully say that they do not. 'What a variety of flowers we have all the time! The snow has hardly gone before the trailing Arbutus comes to us, and after wards the violet, anemone, and hundreds of others. The violet has a peculiar.signifi eation in France. It is said that iduis Napoleon was a great admi rer of this flower, and that when 4.iounded by enemies he was able to distinguish his friends by the violets which they cautiously exhibite'd. When Eugenie had 4ecided to accept his offer of mar Piage, she appeared before him in *.violet costame, violets in her band and at her throat, and this was:her only answer. Napoleon the First also selected this as his favorite flower. How ever deeply he was agitated in mind,. a bunch of violets or some other simple flower would always calm him. He planted violets pro fqsely upon Josephine's grave, and after his own death kind hands laced them upon his coffin. Even the most common flowers, and those which are the most des pised, are not only very beautiful, but some of them have been pro ductive of 'gr6at good. The,thistle was once instrumen til in saving Scotland. It was in a'tipe-of wariard the Scots,. all uaenscions of the approach of th.bmy. vrp-quietly ~sleeping. The enemy came nearer, and just asjsucs. semed., almost certain or1 *of them steppednpon a this tl9 and involua-11#erid ont, for pain. The Scots heard his cry and by greattsaertion-sved their country. Besides these beautiflul wild flowers we have many celebrated ones that demand an equal' notice. The rose was held in high estima tion by the ancients. Cleopatra, at a feast which she gave in hon or'of Mark Antony, had the floor covered with aoses to the depth of two cubits. Heliogabalus, at an entertainment -given by himo, -or dered not only the floor of the banquet room and the floors of the halls leading to it to be covered with 'roses, but caused roses to be showered down upon the guests in such qunantities that many of them were suffocated, being unable to extricate themselves f r o mn them. Among the fowers which bright en our homes in the winter, the principal one is the geranium. The greatestatesman Fox, always had one of these plants in his win dow, and'loved it because it was his mother's favorite flower. Flowers are also brought to our notice in the Bible. Solorion lik ens Christ to the Rose of Sharon, and Christ himself says, "Consider the lilies of the field, how. they grow; they toil not neither do they spin. And yet I say, unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not tarrayed like one of these.". . We cannot be. thankful enough for these little blessings for God might have made the earth bning'forth Enough for great and small,. The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all. "We might have had, enough, enough For every wan:-of ours; Fr:luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers. "Our outward life requires them not; Then wherefore had they birth ?. To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth. "To comfort man--to whisper hope Where'er his faith Is dim; For whoso careth for the flowers .Will much more care for him." AGATHA RoycE. A shopkeeper purchased of an Irish woman a quantity of butter, the lumps of which, intended as pounds, he weighed in the balance and found wanting. "Shure it's your own fault if they are light," said Biddy, in reply to the com plaints of the buyer, "it's your own fault, sir, for wasn't it with a poufld of your own soap I bought here myself that I weighed them with ?" The shopkeeper had no thing more to say on that sub SHE WANTED IT IN RED TYPE. Soon -after noon yesterday, a very fat woman, "going on fifty years old," toiled up the four pair of stairs, rested her breath awhile, and then wanted to see the "head reporter." "I am all alone in this world," she commenced, as she sat down and pulled out her handkerchief. "A widow, eh ?" queried the head reporter. "Yes, a poor striving widder, whose husband has been dead these fourteen years." "Death is a sad thing madam. It crushes hopes, severs ties, and breaks hearts." "He was such a good man !" she sobbed, covering her'face with her handkerchief, "and such a good provider. We allers had meat, and taters, and vmod, and pre serves; and do you know he nev er gve me an unkind word ?" "He must have been an excellent man." "He was-he was. He'd git up nights and cover up the children, and shake down the stove, and if his meals wasn't ready, or he found buttons off his shirt, he'd never open his head." "And your grief is yet strong,. your sorrow just as deep ?" "Just the same as the day he lay dyin' and took my hand, and whispered, 'Cortilda, don't take on so.' Yes, I'm grieving just the same, or I wouldn't care what folks said. That's what brought me up here-folks are talking about -me." ."They are, eh?" "Yes, they are. They've said that, I was after a widower; that I fell in love with one of the boarders; that I was keeping up correspondence with an underta. ker, and that I was dead in love with a dozen men." "And is it not true ?" "True, young manI look at mel Great heavens! do I look like one who wanted to get married?" "Well, n-o." "How could I marry again ?" she exclaimed. "How could I for. get that dear form beneath the sod and smile on another man ? Marry! Great stars, young man ! but how could they start such stories ?" "And you want them denied ?" -"That's it. Here's ten cents, and I want you to come out to morrow.in a piece so long, and say I'll prosecute these slanderers if these stories don't cease. Put it in red type, mister-in red type and big letters at that; a Detroit widder can't escape the vile slanders, no matter how well s he behaves. I marry again ! think of it, young man !" "But widows often do remar ry." "Alars! they do, young man. Somehow it seems lonesome to be a widder, and have no one defend you, and'be all alone, but-but I couldn't think of taking another husband-not unless he was rich !" And she wiped her eyes again, and felt her way down stairs. [Detroit Free Press. Hrs VIEW OF THE CASE.-A man who dropped two cents' worth of mail matter into the post office box at Detroit, and had to pay six cents to do it, went over and stood by one of the windows and said : "'May Hannibal Hamlin, of Maine, and Alexander Ramsey, of Minne sota, have the bilious colic, the ague, the gout, the jaundice, corns, buions, boils, and the buckwheat scratches, from this day noon for the next fifty years to come. This is the method of genius, to ripen fruit for the crowd by those rays of whose heat they complain. In a Scotch court recently a wit ness swore to the identity of a chicken from the resemblance to its mother. A street car propelled by com pressed air has been successfully tested at Glasgow, Scotland. Virtue, though in rags, may chal lenge more than vice, set off with all the trim of areatness. AN ELEPHANT PICKS A YOUNG WOAN'S POCKET. On Tuesday the entire popula tion except a blind woman and Rouse, went over to see Queen's great show and have a nice time A young lady from across'the Jer sey took her suitor and an opera glass. The young lady says she though! the performance real ro mantic until she stopped to see the elephant. She wore one of those pockets behind in which, besides her hand kerchief, she had deposited an ap ple, a handful of peanuts, quarter of a pound of gum-drops, a little bottle of ammonia,andsome other trifles. She and her swain, after admiring the complexion of the huge beast, tuined their backs upon him to watch the monkeys and the live kangaroo, and gaze into each other's eyes; to do this t h e better they leaned back against the rope which inclosed the stately monarch, who saw the apple protruding from the pocket of the unconscious fair one. He hesitated a moment and-was lost to all sense of honor or self-respect, for witfi shaffling movement he emulated the example of our com mon mother, plucked and ate the fruit, returned to the pocket and scooped out the gum-drops and pea nuts,with asly wink at his nephew, who was looking on with anxiety at the proceeding. But. in the last mouthful the majestic beast took in the ammonia bottle by mistake, the cork came out, and about an ounce of bartshorn ran down the throat of the greedy beast. This beverage is said to have a reviving and stimulating influence and in this case it proved..its power, .for a more revived elephant was never seen on earth. With a wild yell he grabbed the protuberance be hind the lady which had been the cause of his disaster; she was "pulled back" some before, but as the exasperated trunk yanked at the bustle and accessories, all for mer attempts at that style of wear. ing gear seemed pale and sick ly; everything was "pulled back" until the young woman looked like the statue of Niobe in blue calico. The young man with great presence of mind shouted "shoo," and .the gentlemanly clerk of the elephant, with a long prod persua ded the boast to let up. But the fun was.over for the day; cake had no charms, end soda no balm for these two souls, who walked home with but a single thought about wild animals.-Correpondence of the Kansas City Time. WRONG KIND OF A SHIRT. It was a respectable looking colored man who brought his washing home. "Your wife is a good washerwo man, isn't she ?" said the young bachelor to the polite and obse quious man. "Yaas, sir, she commonly always give sati'faction," replied the hus band of the laundress. "Well," resumed the young bach elor in his blandest and most in sinuating manner, "You can tell your wife that I esteem her very highly as one possessing many womanly and christian virtues, a domestic gem and household or nament, a social luminary and moral beacon, an exemplary chris tian, a gentle, loving wife, a wash erwoman among ten thousand,and altogether lovely, hut there's one objection." "What's dat, ear?" inquired the smiling African, who had been showing two rows of spotless ivo ry and a cavernous opening of the head, while his wife was being so extravagantly eulogized. "What's dat, boss ?" "She puts all the starch in my socks, and none in my shirts; she washes or irons all the buttons off and forgets to replace them; ex changes my clothes for those of some other patron, and if you'll look at this (holding up a gar ment,) you'll see how inconven ient it would be to- wear either pantaloons, cuffs or collars with. such a- shirt as she sometimes sends me. It may be that she cuts off the arms and collars.Ao make the tail longer, but I Can't ADVERTISINC RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.00 per square-on.inch-forfirst insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Double column advertisements tenper centon abobe. Notices ofmeetings,obituariesapd tributes of respect, same rates per square as ordinary adverdisements.I Special notices in local, column 15 cents perline. Advertisements not marked with the num ber of insertions will be kept in tMi forbid and charged accordingly. Special contracts made with large adver tisers, with li1eraded6:tions on above rates. Je PAum itie . Done with Neatness and Dispatch. Terms Cash. see what the deuce she should want to ruffle the edges for." The darkey looked a little dis gusted* as he wrapped the gar ment up to take it home, but he only said; "Idea sending a man dat kin' o' shirt I" [Vicksburg Herald. JOSH BILLINGS ON "DIS PEPSKY." I have been a practical dispep tik for 27 years and fout months, and it would have been munny in my pocket if I had been born without enny stummuck. I have prayed upward of one thousand times to be on the iA side like an ostrich, or a traveling colporter. I have seen traveling colporters who could eat as much ae a goose. I have seen a goosb eat till they could not stand up enny more, and then set down and eat sum,and then roll over and eat s4m more. I have tried living on filtered water and going barefoot for the dispepshy and-that didn't hit the spot. I have soked at water cure es tablishments until I wus so limber that I kouldn't get myself bak again inside av my Baldwin appa rel. I bought a saddle horse once, who was got up expressly to kure the dispepshy in 90 days or kill the horse. He was warranted -to trot hard er than a trip-hammer, pull wuss er on the bits, and stumble safer down hill than enny other hoss on the fuit-stool. I rode the hoss until I was ov a jelly, and then sold him bridles and all, for sixty-ei'ghs dollars, and got sued, by the purchaser, and had to pay him 90 dollars and sum sents damage because the hoss had the "Nimshys," a disseaze I kna nothing about. The hoss and fixings cost me 450 dollars in gold. I kontracted eleven cords of hickory wood, krdss grained, and as phull of wrinkles as an old cow's horn and sawed away three months on it and the pile seemed to grow bigger every day. I finally gave away the saw and what wood there was left to save my life and sat down discouragad, a square victim to the everlasting dispepshy. I have lived at the seaside and gamboled in the saline flood until I was as a niumber one salt mak rol. 1 have dwelt at Saratoga, and taken the water like a mill-race and still the dispepshf. I have walked 2 miles before breakfast, and then et a slice ov dry toast and half ov yelk of a pullet's eg, and felt all*the time az weak as a kitten that has just cum out ov aft. I have laid down more than 2 thousand times, and rolled over once a minnit all night long, and got up in the morning like akorpse, and there didn't nothing seem to ail me enny where in partielar. I have read whole libarys on the stummuck and liver, and when I got thru, I knu a great deal less what was the matter ov me than when.[ begun. I hay drunk whiskee with roots in it enough to carry off any bridge orsaw-mill dam in the coun try. I hay worked on a farm for my vittles and board, and dieted on fried pork and ri bread until I was as thin as the sermon ov a 7 day Baptist preacher. I have dun all these.things, and 10 thousand other things just as ridikulus, and I have got the old dispepsby yet just as thick as the pimples on a four year old goose. If you get a good hoIt ov the dis pepsby once, you can't never lose it entirely ; it will cum around once in a while like a ghost, and if it don't scare you so much az it did once, and make you think you are going to die to-morrow, it will make you feel just as sorry. , ~.