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T H E HERAL d ADVERTISINC RATES. IS PUBLISHEDer petsier su e-n ich orat theraioo, 100 ISPB D ror each su nt insertion Dou EVERY WEDNESDAY MORtNING, -oteses of meetings ,obituarie and trnbtes At Newberry, S. C. advertisements. BY T OS.F. ENE ER,p eral notics in local. column 1 cnts BY TH09, Pt GRENHKURt elie Advertisements not marked with the num Editor and Proprietor. Terms, $2.50 per sinnuc rg Invariably in Advance. A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscella C The per i stopped at the expiration of 4 tber ri eit is paid.t n tc 0-'Me X mark denotes expiration of sub- Vol. XI. W EDNESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 8, 1875. No. 49. scription. sefrt. SOME DAY. "Some day." we say, and turn onr eyes Toward the fair hills of paradise. Some day, some time a sweet new rest Shall blossom, flower-like, in each breast. Some time, some day, our eyes shall see The faces kept in memory. Some day their hands shall clasp our hands Just over in the morning lands. Some day our ears shall hear the song Of triumph over sin and wrong. Some day, some time, but oh! not yet, But we shall waiC and not forget. That some day all these things shall be, And rest be given to you and me. So wait, my friend, though years move slow, The happy time will come we know. ARD PRESSED. -0 A WOLF STORY. ----- CStop, gospodin, stop! In the name of the blessed Panagia, rein up, and hear me! You will be glad to have hearkened, English lord !" The crisp shining snow crack led beneath the hurrying feet of the speaker as, panting and breathless, he came bursting through the bruahwood, and emerged from the pine copse into the road, not a pistol-shot from the two pillars of red granite brought from the Ural that decorated the extremity of the avenue leading to the coun try house hard by. With some difficulty the driver of the sledge -a tall manly young fello w, whose fair hair and ruddy cheeks contrasted forcibly with the swar thy sallo wn ess and black elflocks of the Russian monjik who had thus suddenly accosted him-brought the fiery horses to a check. "Why, Isaac, my good friend," le said, smiling, "what news have you for me that brooks no delay in the telling ?" "Excellency,". said the man, w i t hi a vehement earnestness which made itself felt, "I am here to-day to pay a debt.. We Rus sians have a memory tenacious of kindness, and the poor vagabond, Isaac Paulovitch, has not forgotten that but for your intercession he would have tasted, before this, of .the black bread and the knotted throng in Jitomir goal. I've run, to-day, nineteen versts through the snow, to warn you that the foreigner and the gentleman who travels the Vasilkof road this night carries bis life in his hand. I knew you to be on a visit at the baron's, yonder. He's in no dan ger', but woe to every castle from the Dnieper fe.rry to Boguslaw and Skudra, for they will be, one and all,.in a light flame before moon rise!" "There is a rising, then, among the serfs?" asked the young En glishman, eagerly. "There is," answered the man called Isaac, with a nod. "The people of twenty villages have sworn the great oath on the Gos pels to root out all these Sobies kis and Jagellons, and tbe rest of the unbaptized Polish counts and princes that wring the withers of 'Ihe poor." "Do you mean Count Nicholas Galitzin, of Czerngorod ?" asked the young man, growing pale as he spoke. "That do I," replied the mou jik. "A heavy account he'll have to settle, the proud" But before the sentence was concluded the young Englishman had slackened the reins of his steeds, and,to the ineffable surprise of the gurrulous Isaac, the whole equi page r ap i d I y disappeared along the road leading to the very district to which his warning had reference. In the course of a three year's residence in southern Russia, Ed gar Marston, who was manager of the Land bank at Vasilkof --a post of' trust to which he had been appointed through the influ ence of relatives-had gained a thorough insight into the condi tion of the province in which he lived, and knew the bitter hate which the lRuthenian peasants en* te-ained toward the landowners, most of whom were Polish nobles who had won their estates when Poland was a wide spreading king dom. He knew, too that Count Galitzin was personally obnoxious to his late vassals for a hundred arbitrary acts and petty exactions, and he trembled lest he should not reach the lonely manor-house in time to give warning to its inmates of the approaching peril. "And Anniette is there!" said -the young man to himself, half unconsciously, as he encouraged the mettled horses to do their best. Yes, that was the secret of Etigar Marston's eagerness to give time ly notice of the coming storm to those beneath the roof of the Galitzin castle. He had fallen deeply in love with the count's young and pretty daughter-the Countess Anniette, as she was called in compliance with that courtly Russian rule which bestows titles on all the members of an aristocratic family-and he knew that his love was reciprocated. He bad, indeed, been formerly on terms of intimacy with Count Galitzin's household, although, on proposing himself as a suitor for Anniette's hand, he had been met by a decided refusal. The short winter's day was nearly spent, and when Edgar reached the outskirts of the vil lage of Czerngorod, the sun had sunk beneath the black screen of sullen pine-trees that marked the boundary of the forest; while through those trees glared an omi nous ruddy light, and shouts, shots, and a roar as of an excited crowd came confusedly to the ear. "Heaven help them ! the castle must be already on fire I" exclaim ed the young man, as he saw a tall column of smoke, streaked by fiery showers of sparks and burning flakes, rise high in the air. "What, by this,.may be the fate of those within !" His apprehensions were, how ever, destined to be promptly re lieved, since, as he drove past tha low boundary fence of the count's gardens, heard his name called, and saw Anniette Galitzin herself come running toward him from amidst the darkling clumps of shrubs. Her dark hair was hang ing loosely over her shoulders, and her little feet, in their dainty Paris shoes, sank at every step in the deep snow, making it evi dent that in her alarm she bad darted forth from the burning manor-house, having merely the time to snatch up the short hood ed cloak, lined and trimmed with costly far, which she wore. "Mr. Marston-Edgar !" s h e exclaimed, with a terrific earn estness, "oh, pray, save me! Take me with you before they seek me out to kill me. I feel half dead, already, at the very sound of their savage shouts and trampling feet. Papa, thank Heaven, is safe at Vasilkof, where he and my dear mother went but yesterday, leav ing me here alone with the Ger man governess; and when the peasants broke in, Mademoiselle Herzen thought of nothing but her own safety, and fled into the woods, and-" By this time Marston had sprung to the ground, fastened the reins to a projecting bough, and by vigorous effort had succeeded in tearing away a portion of the ill kept fence, so as to establish a gap through which a slender figure might pass. Yet a minute, and Anniette was seated beside him in the sledge, speeding rapidly away from the pillaged castle. A chilly breeze sprang up, and. the evening gre w perceptibly cold er; but the sledge was well provid ed with wraps,and Edgar was care ful to draw a heavy furred pelisse around the trembling form of the young countess, while, in fond and soothing words, he strove to calm her agitated nerves. She was safe. Within an hour or two he should be able to place her, upon their arrival at Vasilkof, under tbe care of her parents, and that before the alarm the revolt of the serfs should have spread itself. ~The horses went well; the dis tance was trifling, and What interrupted E d g ar's speech was a fierce snarling cry, accompanied by the quick patter ing of feet among the withered leaves and snow, and then a long drawn whining howl, that seemed to issue from fifty throats, while dark objects began to glance, phantom-like, between the trees. "Wolves! wolves I" cried Anni ette, with a shriek of terror, but already the affrighted horses had set off at a mad gallop, swerving from side to side ol the road in a manner that threatened to upset the sledge. Again there burst forth that horrid cry; and Marston ex erted his Bkill and stiength in maintaining a mastery over the snorting horses, Anniette, looking fearfully back, announced the un welcome tidings that they were pursued. "You must be cool, dearest one, now, for both our sakes-for mine," said the young Englishman, as he cast a glance at the daik specks dotting the snow. "You can drive well, 1 know. Only keep 'the horses to the road and all will yet be well." As the young countess took the reins, Edgar stooped for his tru ty rifle, and leveled it with delib erate aim at the foremost wolf, now bounding far before the rest. The huge brute rolled over on the crimsoned snow, with a cry of rage and pain that was answered by the yell of the hurrying pack; and then succeeded a hideous med ley of confused -sounds, followed by a period of silence. "Have they given up the pur suit ?" asked Anniette, with white lips, as Marston reloaded his piece. "No, no I" answered the young man, shaking his head. "The creatures have but paused, as is their custom, to devour their wounded comrade. It is but an instant's breathing time which" He fired both barrels as he spoke into the thick of the advancing pack. Four more shots from Ed gar's rifle brought down as many wolves, but they were now too near, and two eager in their raven ing fury, to be beaten off. The winding of the road, too, enabled some of the leaders of the pack to gain upon the fast-flying sledge, and, with a rare audacity, to en deavor to overleap its sides, while Edgar, flinging down the gun slashed at the broad paws and hairy throats with the keen blade of his heavy hunting-knife, and succeeded though with difficulty, in disabling the two foremost of the assailants. The third, sligbt ly hurt, slunk howling away; but a few yards in the rear, the clamor of the remainder of the fierce drove told how ruthlessly the chase was maintained. He rose to his feet and looked to right and left. Close to the roadside on the left grew a mighty beech tree. Could he set his back to that tree, kill or cripple the first of the furious wolves, and swing himself up among the low er branches, out- of reach of the others, he might yet have a chance of life, whbile the sledge would gain so much vantage ground tbat it would not be easily overtaken. Yes, the desperate venture must he risked. ilastily the young man kissed Anniette's cold cheek, and bidding her be of good cheer, since he ad devised a stratagem that would outwit the wolves, he struck the straining horses sharply with the whip, and, with his hunting knife between his teeth, took a clear leap over the low brush wood, and fell on his hands and knees at the foot of the beech tree. Goaded by terror, the horses flew along the narrow road, which fortunately at this part of its course became straighter than it ad hitherto been, and the light sledge was hurried along as if it had been a feather-weight, over the frozen snow. A whirl of con fused thoughts passed. through the girl's brain as with relentless speed the sledge darted on, fur ther and further from the spot where Edgar Marston had sprung out to confront what appeared to be inevitable death. "For me ! for me !" Anniette murmured, as, after a last de spairing effort to rein in the un nanagabhle steeds, she cast a glance back at the white road, now gleaming, as the sledge emer ged from the woodland into the I open country, in the first rays of i the newly risen moon. The scared horses needed no urging to strain every sinew in the race as, snorting and gasping for breath, they dashed into the wide straggling main street of Vasilkof. In the spacious market-place or i public square of the town a crowd I had collected, in the midst of 1 which the light of a number of 1 torches fell on glistening bayonets of steel and the bright brass I mountings of military accoutre- I ments. A column of flat-capped, i grey-coated infantry of the Rus sian line was preparing to march, w bile a cavalry escort encompassed two or three carriages mounted on sledge-runners, and to each of which three or more horses had been harnessed. "Halt, there! halt, I say " call ed out a sentry, roughly, as the sledge that bore Anniette swept like a whirlwind across the I market-place, scattering to right and left in dismay all who barred j its frantic course. Among those who had been present when the sledge crossed the square had been the old Count and Countess Gal. itzin. They had recognized their I daughter's pallid face as she was t harried past, and within a few mo- t ments the half-fainting girl was in the arms of her parents, and surrounded by friends and well- f wi?hers, who-seemed disposed. to welcome her as one risen from the dead. "We were about to set out for Czerngorod," the count explain ed, when Anniette appeared to be 1 sensible to her mother's caresses t and endearing words, "with the t escort with which the kindness of t his excellency the governor had f provided us, hoping-but hardly t daring to hope, my lamb-that i you would have been spared in the first outbreak of the fury of those serfs of which the. news reached us but an hour ago. t Troops are about to march for< the scene of the revolt, but, sincer you are safe-though throught what marvelous piece of good fortune I cannot conjecture" "It was t.hrough no such for tune," interrupted Anniette, pit eously; "it was his life-his gal-t lant, noble life, dearer to me than my own, that he gave to same me -wretched me! Yes, I am safe, buti at what a price!". i And here a darkness came be-f fore her eyes, and her voice failed as ehe sank fainting into the arms1 of her mother; but soon, as if1 nerved by the recollection of her lover's danger, she roused herself, to tell, in broken accents, what< bad occurred, to indicate the place where she left him, and to implorei that rescue might be sent thither without delay. In spite of dismalsforebodings,1 it was determined that not an in stant should be lost in carrying, help to Edgar Marston, if human help could indeed avail; and about thirty gentlemen, some in sledges and others 'on horseback, set off at a rapid pace, escorted by twice as many of the mounted Cossacks, the governor having de cided to. delay the marching of the column until such tidings should arrive as ~to Edgar's fate. The distance was rapidly traversed, and as the exploring party enter ed the forest, a wild, mournful sound came floating on the night wind. "They are there yet, the pack of them," cried old Baron Jagellon, spurring his horse and handling his gun. "Push on and let us pep per some of their gray hides at any rate." But wolves are cunning as well as fierce, and when the rescuers came in sight of the great beech tree around the foot of which the pack had gathered, howling and whining over some object at first, indistinctly visible, their querulous cry changed into a note of alarm, and they huddled themselves to-i gether among the chestnuts and: birches, with their bushy tails drooping, and their bright eyes< shining through the darkness like1 pints of flame. A n irregular discharge of musketry succeede while the Cossacks lowered the ances, and dashed forward wil Their shrill "hurrah !" as thoul 6harging against human foes. Ni ther lance nor bullet did executi< among the wolves, who, fairly co ed, slunk off into the recesses he woods, while the headmo horseman checked his viry stei but just in titie to prevent hor ind rider from falling headlot Into,a deep but narrow pit dug i Lhe foot o f the huge bee( ree. "What wizards work have v here 1" exclaimed the soldier - he wheeled his horse. "My nan sn't Dimitri if I did not hear Yroan from out yonder opc ;ravel" "Grave, forsooth!" returned B -on Jagellon, hastily dismoun tin 'it is a bear trap, such as peasani at in likely spots, near whei $ehoney of some swarm of tE 4ld bees that dwell in hollow tre4 seure to tempt brain to the pitfal and, as I li've," he added, aft( i tening for a moment, "there Ome one down there, and alive rpung Marston,fora thousand go] ~agles !" And when by means of a rop mastily constructed by linking t< ;ether stirrup leathers and bul >ts, a Cossack was lowered int he pit the truth of this conje ure was confirmed, f-r Edgar Ma ton, Dale, livid and exhaustei )t to all appearance unhurt sai br a bruise upon his right tempt vas drawn forth from it. Ti )Vstanders crowded round bin iit he was faint and weak. Edgar's story, when he was ab o tell it, was a simple one, an id already been anti*iated b ,be matured sylvan experience < ,be baron. When he sprang froi he sledge it had been with th 'ull conviction that he was abot o save Anniette's life at the sa ifice of his own. He had, hov ver, made a desperate effort t each the great beech tree, in ti >oor hope that, by setting h >ack against it and making vigo >us use 'of his hunting-knife, b night gain time to grasp one ,he lower boughs and draw himse ip beyond the reach of the wolve 3ut to his consternation the treacd ~rous surface on which he alightet md which was composed of ro en branches coated with moss ar Iried leaves, gave way beneat us feet, and he was precipitate nto the narrow pit below, receis ng as he fell a blow on the hes rom a projecting stake, whic tunned him for a moment, an vhen he recovered his senses w'as to hear the furious yelpit mnd howling of the disappoint< wolves that raged around the brii >f his prison, and to see by ti incertain light t h e i r lollit ongues and gnashing teeth, bhey bent over the edge and vai y tried to seize the prey beneal hem, The tale is told. The prejudic< which had induced the Count at Jountess Galitzin to object to E ~ar as a suitor for their daughter aand, melted like snow in tI aun when tbeir hearts were touc ~d by the generous self-sacrfil >f the gallant young man, whol raises were on every lip. WoihxEN AND DEVILs.-Old Wi ston was a colorcd preacher in Vi inia, and his ideas of theology at iuman nature were often very o1 inal. A gentleman thus accot ~d the old gcntleman one Su ay: "Winston, I understand you b ieve every woman has seven de Is. How can you prove it ?" "Well, sah, did you never ree n de Bible how seven debbl< were cast out'er Mary Magalin "Oh, yes ! I've read that." "Did you ebber hear of 'em b n' cast out of any oder woma sah ?" "No, I never did." "Well, den, all de odders g< em yet." A grumbling individual asto shed a colored waiter in a Par Row restaurant by asking him ~hove his fingers into his gla >f ice water a few more times, ~he seasoning was notquite stror ennogh ir th rh MATHEMATICS FOR THE MILLION. WHAT CAN BE DONE WITH FIGURES-PROVE of IT BY COUNTOG. st ,d Card. players who are continually 5e bewailing their ill luck of always receiving the same poor cards will, tt perhaps, be assured by knowing h that the fifty-two cards, with thir *teen to each of the players, can be re distributed in 53,644,737,756,488, t 702,839,237,440,000 different ways, e so that there would still be a good a stock of combinations to draw from n even if a man from Adam's time had devoted himself to no other a occupation than that of playing at ,. cards. Is When King Stanislaus of Poland, -e then a young man, came back from e a journey, the whole Lescinskian )s house gather together at Lissa to . receive him. The master of the r school, Jablowsky, prepared a [ school festTval in commemoration _ of the joyful event, and had it end d with a ballet performed by thirteen students, dressed as young caval e iers. Each had a shield, upon which . one of the letters of the words . "Domus Lescinia" ("The Lescins o kian House') was written in gold, - after the first dance they stood r. in such a manner that their shields read "Domus Lescinia;" after the e second dance they changed or D, der, making it read; "Ades incol e umus," ("Unharmed art thou here !" after the third: "Mane sidus loci" ("Continue to be a star for the coun e try";) after the fourth: "Lis colum d na dei" ("Be a pillar of God ;" and y finally: "Il scande solium!" ("Go, )f and ascend thy throne".) Indeed n these two words allow of 1,556, e 755,200 transpositions, yet that it four of them convey independent D. meaning is certainly very curi . ous. o If one cent was set out at com e pound interest in the year 1, at 4 is per cent., the 1st of January, 1866, r. it would amount to one quintil e lion.201,458 quadrillions, 332,000 yf trillions of dollars. If we were if to take this sum as a capital and s. would use its yearly interest (4 per a-. cent.) then the income tax we. would j, have to pay at the rate of one per t- cent wouldbe480 quadrillions, 583, d 320 trillions of dollars. If we b paid the tax collector this sum in d silver he would need 3,003,645,000, r-. 000,000,000,000 wagons for its ,d transportation. Provided the whole h earth's surface,both land and water, d were peopled as closely as possible, it we should have but 12,000,000 part g of the drivers required, and the line id of w ag on s would have the k length of 8 trillions, 442,000 bil ~e lions of miles. The speed of light, gas mentioned, is 192,000 miles per as years second, and it would take 743, ci- 600 to reach the collector, beginning hb at the furthest wagon, if he, to have better control over his wagons on as both sides, stationed himself in the id center of the line. Again a robbery d- could be committed on the hinder 's most wagon which would not be le discovered till the 24,780 genera b- tion of tax collectors. If, on the e contrary, instea~d of using the inter e est of the capital-the bulk of which, by the by, in gold, would be equal to 44 globes-this capital "-were distributed among the people r- of the earth, each one of its 1,000, i000,000, of inhabitants would re ' ceive about 1,200 trillions of dollars tto live on, and could every second ~use 2,000,000 for 38,096,000 years without reaching the bottom of his e-purse.-From the Danish. A Covington lad~y desired a set 4d ter pup. Her husband bought her s one and she named it Ed. Ed has ?" been at the lady's house just two weeks. Up to this time he has e. killed nine little chickens, chaw eed up one mattrass, carried off two pairs of shoes, and destroyed one parasol and three pairs of stockings. >t The pup has run every cat from the place, eat the pig's tail off, besides poking its mouth into every "- dish and plate of eatables which -has been cooked on the place. No to eggs have been found since the first ss day the dog arrived. In a month "" Edward will be large enough to kill hg sheep, and then the good lady will have a few hours of pace. COURTSHIP IN TEXAS. He sat one side the room in t big white oak rocking chair. She on the other side, in a little white. oak rocking chair. A long-eared deer bound, snapping at flies, was by his side; a basket of sew. ing by hers. Both rocked inces santly, that is, the young people, not the dog and the basket. He sighs heavily and looks out the west window at a crape myrtle tree, she sighs lightly and looks out the east window-at the tur nip patch. At last he remarks: "This is mighty good weather to pick cotton ?" "'Tis that, if we only had any to pick." The rocking continues. "What's your dog's name ?" "Cooney." Another sigh broken stillness. "What is he good fur ?" "What is who gqod far ?" said he abstractedly. "Your dog,. Cooney." "Far ketchin' 'possum 3." Silence of half an hour. "He looks like a deer dog." "Who looks like a deer dog?" "Cooney." "He is; but he's kinder bel. lowsed an' gettin' old and slow now. An' he ain't no 'count on. a cold trail." In the quiet ten minutes that ensued, she took two stitches in her quilt. It was a gorgeous af rair, that quilt was, made by the pattern called "Rose of Sharon." She is very particular about nom enclature of the quilts, and fre. gently walks fifteen miles to get a new pattern, with a "real putty name." "Your ma raisin' many chick. ings ?" - "Forty odd." Then more rocking,'and, some how, after awhile, the big rock ing chair and the little rocking chair were jammed side by side. "How many has your m a got?" "How many what ?" "Chickens." "Nigh on to a hundred." By this time the chairs were so close together that rocking was impossible. "The minks has eat all ours." Then a long silence reigns. At last he observes: "Mak in' quilts ?" "Yes," she replies, brightening up, "I've just finished a 'Roarin' Eagul of Brazeal,' a 'Sitting Sun,' and a 'Nasion's Pride.' Have you ever saw the 'Yellow Rose of the Parary ?' " More silence ; then he says: "Do you love cabbage ?" "I do that." Presently his hand is accidental ly placed on hers. She does. not know it-at least does not seem to be aware of it. Then after a half hour spent in sighs, coughing and clearing of throats, he sudden ly says: "I'se a great a-mind to bite you." "What you great a-mind to bite me fur ?" "Kase you won't have me." "Kase you ain't axed me." "Well, now, 1 ax you." "Then, now, I has you." Then Cooney dreams he hears a sound of kissing. The next day the young man goes to Tigerville after a marriage license. Wednesday, the followine week. No cards. [St. Louis Republican. THE REASON, PERHAPs.-A lad about eight years old, wbose pa. rents live on Case avenue, Detroit, was standing at the gate crying and howling in a voice loud enough to be heard around the block. "Oh, don't take on so," said a man who was passing. The boy paid no heed to him, and the man continued: "1 didn't bawl that way when I was a boy." "Well, you didn't expect your mother to give you a piece of pie as soon as she opened the door -o-o-h !" sobbed the boy. Now put padlocks on your coal bin doors and graft small powder magazines into your woodpiles. [St. Louis Globe-Democrat. CIRCUMSTANCEs ALTER CASES. The other day, while a Vicksburg er was riding toward Jackson in his buggy, he saw a long-haired young man sitting on a road-side fence. There was such an air of utter desolation about the coun tryman that the Vicksburger drew rein and inquired : "For God's sake, what ails you, young man ?" "Nothing, for God's sake I" was the meek reply. "But is any one dead " "Hain't heard of anybody but old Mathews, and he went off two months ago." "Are you sick ?" "I feel kinder bad." . "Well you look bad. In fact, you are the worst looking young man I've seen since the close of the war." "I was all right till a month agol" said the young man, looking still more solemn. "WLt happened then ?" "Woman went back on me!" "Did, eh? Were you engaged ?" "I'd hung around there for a year or so, and we'd hugged and loved and hooked fingers. If that isn't being engaged then I don't know." "And she backed out ?" "Yes." "Well, I've been through the mill myself. I had a woman go back on me in that way three months ago, and didn't lose a bit of sleep over it." "You didn't?" "No, sir," "But, then," sighed the young man, as he hitched along on the rail, "the woman you loved didn't own sixteen mules, and have a clean hundred bales of cotton to sell !"- Vicksburg Herald. They were husband and wife, and. as they stood before the Soldiers' monument she asked: 'What's that figger on top ?' 'That's a goddess,' he answer ed. 'And what's a goddess?' 'A woman who holds h e r tongue,' he replied. She looked side-ways at him and began planning to make a peach pie with the pits in it for the benefit of his sore tooth. "Pay me that six and eight. pence you owe me, Mr. Mulroo ney," said a village attorney. "For what?" "For the opinion you had of me." "Faith, I never had any opinion of you in all my life !" "Wipe, oh, wipe my face,and I'm every body ; scratch, oh, scratch my back (a little higher, a little lower, rather more to the left, not qaite so much, thank ye,) and I'm nobody." A mirror. Children should be taught the frequent use of good, strong, ex pressive words-words that mean exactly what they should express in their proper places. Mention is made in a far-West ern newspaper of an Indian maid en who wears army pantaloons, uses tobacco, and goes by the name of "Falling Water." It was observed of a deceased lawyer that he left but few effects; to which a lady remarked that "he had but few causes." When a musical pi-ogramme con tains a number of very heavy pieces, is it any wonder that it's hard work to carry it out ? Such Delaware peaches as are too wormy and rotten for shipment are made up in the nicest kind of peach brandy for invalids. Old bells can be made as good .as new. Old belles can't. A bad place for the sons of Ham-Friar's Point. Now drag the fiannels from their summer lair. Noses are fashionable, and have always been followed. Always ready for a tare-the sugar dealers.