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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 5, 1876. No. 27. TrER-A-Lo 18 PUBLISRSD EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNINGs At Newberry, S. 0. BY TIROS* Fe GRRISKKNt Zdtwo and Pftplet"O. Terms, $SAOPWe V- Thql is at the expination -d timefar It ispdi, 07- The M oauk denotms enpiration of sub Ircription. If you have never a thing to say, why do YOuL Come so nar me? Why do you smileat me in a way To couquew a Ink? Dost hear me? -If you baveunevea athiDg to smy, Why do yod come so aem me? If* thr avo!" jbryoW'dlave me know, Wydo-yoa press my hand, When v~,r~ ander slow OTW~the darkening laud? If tbure Is noting you'd have, me know, Why do you press my hand? N yftm*w&ft me out of your sight .W-by-fulmy.path dol meet you? To(axso my tmable and you my delight! lin sweet confusion I greet you. if .you ar-e wishing me out of your sdght, wty'lu my path do I meet you? -0 A. lb.KRT'tOF-LFAVE STORY. "I don't see why the fact ol your having been in trouble should have precluded my affording you help," I said. "But it is the custom," he said, bitterly. "You can't touch pitch without being defiled." "I object to being ruled by your old proverbs on principle," I said. "Half of them, are bosh, and a lot more are of the most contempti bly selfish tendency. If the pitch touching theory held good, there would be no Christianity. I say you can touch pitch without be. ing defiled. You may make your self look -black, but pitch is a good, wholesome vegetable gum, and does not want blackguarding." "You are a philosopher," he said, half sneeringly. "Not I," I said. "We profess here in London to be a Christian people and I was trying to act like one." He stood staring at me, hesita ted, then waved his hand, as in token of farewell, and was pass ing me to go; but I caught his coat in my hand. "Sit down, man," I said; "you look faint. Come, join me in a chop. You see, I want to act like a Christian, but you won't let me." He hesitated still; then he glanced down in my smiling face, and once more took his seat, to half cover his face with his hand, remaining silent; while I ordered some supper, took out a eigar offered him one, which was refused -and then began to smoke. "And so you're a ticket-of-leave man, are you ?" I said, in a low tone; but he started, and glanced round, wi'.h a frightened, half hunted look. There was no one heeding us, thApg4; and hiseyeasoughUmine once more. M "Yes," he said. "I was senten ced to ten years' penal servitude, and I served five, when they let me free, and I came back. I had better have stayed." "I suppose it is hard to get oki without recommendations?" I said. "Hard ? M.an, it's next to impos sible! Look here, sir, you have soqght this out; you have led me on to speak, or God knows I would not have said a word. You see here a man driven to desperation broken-hearted, despairing-with out a friend to turn to; set free to get an honest living, but distrusted by everybody, and dogged by the police. Why supposing I got a de cent post, I am bound to go to the police officers to have my tick. et signed at intervals, and if I did not I should be taken before a magistrate. "I will not ask you to believe me-how can I expect you to, when I say I was innocent of the crime for which I suffered ? It is the cry of every criminal, from the murderer down to the boy who pil. fers from a till. You will tell me]1 was tried by a jury of my own country men, before a judge, and had impartial treatment. Yes, I grant all that ; but I was innocent all the same. Do you wish tc hear more ? Shall I go ?" "MKore ? Yes. Go? Why ?" "You are sitting face to face with'a returned convict." "I'm afraid that I've sat face 10 face with a good many respectable members of society who ought tc be convicts unreturned. Go oi man. We shall have the chopi here soon." His face worked as he look. ed at me, and his voice had a good deal altered, as he went on: "It was an embezzlement casi for which I was tried," he said, at last. "I was one of the clerks in a large Lancashire cotton house and there were defalcations"dis covered. "Why they pitched upon me] never knew ; but one morming I was called into the private room: of the firm, and questioned re speting certain amounts, and could give no explanation. There had been a certain amount oi cooking in the books, and in a cople of years, by the profession al accountant's showing, about three hundred were missing. "Fancy being suddenly callei from your desk to go smiling int< a ..oom epecting words of en~ couragement-the announcemeni that you are promoted- youi salary raised-and then to b( suddenly charged with embezzle ment. "I was completely stunned. know I felt cold and damp, and I suppose I flushed, and then looked pale-signs which those present interpreted to mean guilt. I falter ed and grow confused, too, in an swering questions-in short, I waE completely overcome; and at the end of an hour I was being taker to the policestation, stunned, over powered by this sudden charge. "Before we reached the police station, though, the light had come for passing a newspaper office there in large letters upon a bill were the three succtssful horses of the Doncaster St. Leger, 4nd they were neither of them the runners that John had backed. "I saw it all in a flash; he lad been losing again. The race was three days before, but I took nc notice of such matters, being a bookworm, while John was gay and had sporting tastes. This was it. "I shivered as I thought of i1 all, and seemed to see my mother's agony when she beard of it as she must before many hours were over. She worshipped Jobn, wno was a fine handsome young fellow, and idolized his young wife. John was two years older than I, but my junior in the count. ing house; and I groaned in the bitterness of my heart as I thought of the agony it would bring npon those two women, when they heard of his disgrace. "I say his disgrace, for 1 had not a doubt now. I knew him to be the culprit, and in my misery ] forgot my own sorrow, longing the while for an opportunity to warn him of his danger. "I shall weary you with my long story. Let it suffice that there was an examination, and to my horror my brother was placed in the witness box to con front me and he did so quietly and without a shade of emotion save at the last, when he brokc down, and the magistrate told hiim that his display of feeling was most creditable to him. "I was astounded to see ho' a net was closing in round me innocent words and deeds noiw seemed to have suddenly taken a guilty color; and at last, to my horror, I was committed for trial bail being refused. "John came to see me then, and faced me trembling in the prison but I turned my back upon him, and would not speak unless hi came to me as a suppliant. "He came again, this time beg ging me to hear him. "'l ed, Ned, old fellow,' he cried sobbing like a child, 'I did it-J own I did but I can't acknowledg< it. Ned, it will break our mo ther's heart, and Ellen will.despist me. Oh, this cursed gambling! "'And weakness,' I said,bitterly as I realized it all-everything that he had said, and knew it t< be true. 'Go back to them, John, I said ; 'I will never betray you Tell Mary "I could say no more, but sa down on my bench, blind, chokinj and half mad.. "But there, I need not go int< the story of my love. I bore ii all never unclosed my lips. .1 took the credit to myself, as I wai accused.of being the thief whe had robbed his employers ; for ] knew that if I opened my lip; I should be in effect my motheF'i murderer, and the blight upon thi ~happiness of John's young wife "'It will be a lesson to him,' ] said. 'i'm of little consequence in the world; and as to Mary she wijl forget me.' "My trial came on, and I wai sentenced as I told you; the bit terest trial of all being to see Johi stand there calm and unmoved,oni of the witnesses by whose words: was codemned. r"I parted from my mother, leav ing her undeceived. Why shoult I shatter the idol she worshipped And in bitter mockery her worda urging repentance for my crime fell upon my ears. Mary, the wo man I loved, I did not see; bu' ..... wot andtol me she did no believe me guilty,and would wait "It ias her promise that ena bled me to bear up during the time I was at one and another of the convict prisons, till the day I stood leaning over the bulwark of the transport ship which was bearing me down channel, away to Van Diemen's Land a convicL "I thought my heart would break as I leaned there in the tight, half. grotesque convict garb, my close cap drawn down to my eyes, my iface cleanly shaven and my hair cut short. It was so hard to be lieve that I was the same man, compelled to associate with a set who were nine-tenths raffians, with scarcely a redeeming trait. "And there was the soft blue sea, and across it the gay and rud dy cliffs of the Cornish coast. Land's End would soon be in sight, for we were close to the Lizard, and soon we should be out upon the open sea. "At the end of five years, after the hgrd toil of a convict in the colonies, I was back here in En gland, a broken man. The hope seemed crushed out of me, and I expected nothing now. Still, my heart beat high as with a little money, my own earnings, I was, after the usual preliminaries, set free, with plenty of advice as to: avoiding my former.evil courses, all of which I heard patiently be. fore setting off for the north. ,I arrived to find that my mother was dead; my brother had sailed with his wife for America two yars before. "I had one more hope-.my greatest. Had Mary kept her word? "God bless her! she had; and was toilingon and waiting patient ly for my return. Sir, can you wonder at-my omoti"a - W sat and saw that realistic piece to night? It was as if the writer had known my life. I could not bear it, and as you know I came away." "Well ?" "Well! I am a ticket-of-leave man. I cannot get employment ; and when I do I cannot keep it. God help me,..[ have a hundred times been nearly -driven into crime; and but for the thought that she who waited for five years. through evil report is waiting still, I should-pish ! why should I worry you ?" "There is such a thing as pa tience in the world," I said, quiet ly. "Patience I" "Yes ; ah, yes-chops. You are faint.". The hot plates were thrust down before us at this moment, and my newly acquired friend, after a little forcing, partook of his supper. We parted that night an hour la ter-he with a card in his pocket,l ruminating upon the truth of the words of certain people who gave me birth-that I had a natural ten dency for geting into bad compa ny. I had an idea that night that Imy acquaintance would find that the tide had turned in the morn ing; and 1 believe he did find that to be the case, for he is now in the employment of one who knows his history, and is getting on. "But, my dear sir," I said to his employer, one day, "you surely are not such a flat as to believe that story of his innocence ?" "Friend Gray," he said, "I nev er trouble myself about it. All I know is that I never had my books kept so well before; that his sweet, pale-faced, subdued little wife is an angel; and that I kicked a warehouseman out of my office for telling me I had a ticket-of leave man in my employ. If your acquaintance rabs me after this, may God forgive him-for my part, I wilL" "You feel comfortable in your own mind, then, about what you're doing ?" I said.' "Perfectly, my dear boy, and so do you." And, do you know, I think my old commercial friend is quite right. There are, many minds which appear to have been cut bias and . made up that way. TERRIBLE CONSEQUENCES OF THE ABUSE OF NAR COTICS. According to the London Lancet, the vast abuse of narcotics in modern society is becoming a seri ous evil. There is no denying the fact that in countries where no administrative control of chemists' shops exists, as in England and America, the publi6 has too easy access to such drugs. The report of the medical officer to the privy council on the use of laudanum in the industrial districts of England, for the purpose of keeping infants quiet,' startled its readers some years ago. It is not long since a poetical weekly cotemporary bold. ly contended that Chloral was to be found in the work-boxes and baskets of nearly every lady in the West End,"to calm her nerves." Chloral-punch had become an "in stitution" in the drinking saloons of New York scarcely a year af ter its introduction to medical practice. Now we hear from so ber, orderly, and paternally ruled Germany, that there is such a thing as morphia disease spread ing among its population. The easy application of subeutaneous injections, left to the patients themselves or their attendants by indulgent practitioners, has prov ed so tempting to persons afflicted with bodily or mental pain that 'theyhave taken to habitually prae. ticing them, and of course, as in the case of the continued and un controlled internal use of opium, alcohol, or chloral, the effect soon becoming weaker, the dose has been increased, and in some cases related by the physician_ the pLi v*iaison de saute in Berlin in the Kin. Wochenschrift, reaching. the amount of from twelve to six teen grains per diem. The symp toms seemed to be very much like those of opium-eating. One lady took morphia injections, after she had become acquainted with their effect in an attack of gall-stone colic during the French war, when the anxiety about her rmale relations in the field weighed too heavily on her mind to stand the mental stress. After she had practiced the soothing operation four years her face showed a grayish leaden hue, the pupils became thd size of a pin's head. Violent shiverings after the type of tertian fever; hypersesia and neuralgia, dislike for diet, great weakness, inability to pursue any continued occupa tion,existed,with unimpaired intel lect and memory in the well educa ted and clever patient. She was cured in the space of four weeks by gradual deprivation of the drug. If patients subject to this kind of disease become aware of their state, they 'are apt to change it into alcoholism. The wife of a medical man who saw in a book on Materia Medica that alcohol was considered an anti dote for morphia, became a; con firmed .drunkard. The author observed four similar cases. In two other oases the patients com mitted Suicide, and two died from marasmus. These last four had refused medical treatment. The task of the physic.ian seems to be always a very difficult one, as it is impossible to wean these pa tients from their habits unless they are treated like prisoners, searched before admission to the hospital or sick-room, put under the guard of attendants inaccessi ble to bribery, and cut them off from all communication with the outer world before the critical time has passed. The most high ly educated and otherwise re spectable will tell any amount of lies and perjure themselves to pro cure the accustomed poison. Like dipsomania and opium-eat ing, the morphia disease degrades the moral character. In convv'sation shun the nega tive side. Never- worry people with your contritions, nor with dismal views of politics or society. Never name sickness, even if you could trust yourself on that peril ons topic; beware of unmuzzhing a valetudinaiani, who will soon invyon your fill of it. NACAULAY'S PRECOCITY. Master Macaulay was the most precocious little boy of whom we have any account in English liter ature. There is extant a letter from his mother dated in his eighth year, and narrating his literary doings. He had v; ritten a com pendium of universal history from the creation down; he had written three cantos of "The Battle of Chevoit," a metrical romance; and two cantos of a heroic poem, enti tied "Olaus the Great; or, The Conquest of Mona;" and he had composed she knew not how many hymns. Good Mrs. Hannah More, who was a judge of that staple, pronounced these hymns to be "quite extraordinary for such a ba by." He was a constant visitor at Barley Wood, where he was en couraged, andinot spoiled. All the Misses More made a companion of him and relished his conversation. Mrs. Hannah, who was in her sixties, superintended his studies, his pleasures, and his health. She kept him with her for weeks,listen ing to him as he read prose by the ell and declaimed poetry by the yard. She discussed and compared with him his fav rite heroes, an cient, modern and fictitious; coax ed him into the garden walks un der the pretense of a lecture on botany; and. sent him from his books to run about the grounds, or into the kitchen to play cooking. She gave him Bible lessons which always"ended with theological ar guments. When the conversation tarned on her more dramatic days, she could tell him of the great English. Roscius,who was her-dear friend; of that singular coxcomb, James Boswell, who died about twelve years before; of the great Dr. Johnson_ ("who ballied-~yanz grandfather so, Tuiat Inverary, as you read last week in Boswell -the doctor was agood Christian, but he was rather rough at times, more's the pity"); of Sir .Toshua, Miss Burney,Mrs. Thrale,now Mrs. Piozzi, who is seventy, if she is a day, Miss Patty declares. She could tell him of old Lord Bath urst, who had known Pope and Swift and the wits of Queen An ne's time. When he was six, she wrote him: "Though you are'a lit tle boy now, you will one day, if it please God, be a man ; but long before you are a man, I hope you will be a scholar. [ therefore wish you to purchase such -books as will be useinl to you then, and that you employ this very small sum in laying a little tiny corner stone for y'our future library." R. H. STODDARD, in Harper'8 Mag azine for June. WOMAN'S WOUNDED AFFECTIONS. Washington Irving wrote: As the dove will clap its wings to its sides and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals, so it is the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded affection. With her the desire of the heart has failed. The great charm of existence is at an end. She neglected all the cheerful exercises that gladden the spirits, quicken the pulse,and send the tide of life in healthful cur rents through the veins. Her rest is broken ; the sweet refresh ment from sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams, "dry sorrow drinks her blood," until her feeble frame sinks under the last exter nal assailant. Look for her after a little while, and you find fAnd ship weeping ov?Ier u9&mely grave, and won dering that one who but lately glowed with radi ance of health and beauty should now oc brought dosn to "darkness anc the worm." You will be told of wintry chill, some slight indis position that laid her low, but no one knows the mental malady that previously snapped her strength, and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler. How full is this country of wives who are not content to be thought well of, but who wish to inite envy in others, and thus come to grief. Some men keep savage dogs around their houses, so that the hungry poor who. stop to 'get a bite' may get it outside the door. HIS EXPERIENCE. "No, sir, I never regretted mar rying Mollie here. She's been the making of me. I was an idle dog when I met her, and thought of nothing but spending my mo ney at saloons just as fast as I earned it. She was only a poor seamstress, that was industrious, honest, and frugal in habits, for she'd had a hard row to hoe, poor girl! Well, for her sake I grew careful and soon had a little mo ney in the bank. Finally we were married, and after furnishing two rooms had just twelve dollars left. It was not much, but it was our own. That was fourteen months back. Now we have this little house. We have carpets on the floor of two rooms, nine pictures on the walls,and nearly fifty books in that case of shelves up there which I made. Our house is small but there is no envy, no fear of the future, fault-finding or selfishness in it. We have nearly a han dred dollars saved, besides these things in the house. Our rent is paid for the entire year till next spring. We go to church regu larly, attend concerts and lectures and amusements when the price is not too high. Sometimes the prices are so high we cannot afford to go. Then we stay at home, read to each other, have visitors or go out a little while to visit a few friends close by. I haven't been in a saloon since I was mar ried, sir, and will never enter one again. I had rather these books and pictures, and that organ should be in our house than in the house.of the man who makes his saloon attractive so as to en tice men there to spend their earnings. We find that this life isas_wo make-it. We are helpin each othbr- dan e more we do for each other, the better we love each other, and thus my wife is leading me to heaven. And from the bottom of my heart I wish that all young men who are trav eling the road I traveled two years ago would follo.w my exam ple, for, sir, they'd never regret it." NAPOLEON'S HAPPIEST DAY When Napoleon was in the height of his prosperity, and surrounded by a briliant company of marshals .shals and courtiers of, the empire, he was asked what day he consid ered to have been the happiest of, his life. When all expected that he would name the occasion of some glori ous victory, or some great politi cal triumph, or some august cele bration, or other signal recogni tion of his genius and power, he answered, without a moments hes itation, "The happiest day of my life was the day of my first. com munioin." At a reply so unfore seen, there was a general silence, when he added, as if to hiriisel~, "I was then an innocent child." "Sir," indignantly inquired a young man at a restaurant yester day, as he went up to the counter to settle with the pr~oprietor, "do you call a tough biscuit split in two, and three or four half-ripe specimens of fruit inserted, straw berry short-cake ?" The proprie tor's lip curled with .scorn as he demanded of the young man if he was such a fool as to suppose there were no blanks in the great lotte ry of life ? The restaurant-keeper is frequently a great philosopher. [St Louis Rep. The man who lives right and is right, has more power in his si lence than another has by his words. Character is like bells which ring out sweet music, and which, when touched accidentally even resound with sweet music. Moliere was asked the reason why, in certain countries, the king may assume the crown at fourteen years of age, and cannot marry before eighteen. "It is," answer ed Moliere, "more dimcu1t to rule a wife than a kingdom." To be patieat and thorough in all that one does is to compel suc eess in any calling. To be happy borrow no trouble. ADVERTISINC RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rawe of s1.00 per square-one inch-for first insertion, 2 nd 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Double column advertisements ten per cent on aboye. Notices of meetings, obituaries and tributta of respeet, same rates per sqware as ordinny? advertisements. Special notices in local column 15 cen's perline, Adverdsoeifntaft maked whh the momm ber of insettions, wM,lbe -kept In M,-*brbid aud charged acrigy SpeeWa conbtMA & maevith W~rr t1sers, withmlbeadedcMsnAbatest Done with Neatness and Dispatch Terms Cash. ALMOST TOO DUTCH'10 BE BELIEVED* A Yankee while footing it to wards "out west" got very hard upaadwas cudgelling his brains to see how he should makie a raise of a little money. Finally he met a Dutchman who was tollowed by a great ugly, cowardly dog, -and he entered into conversa"ion with him. "Nice dorge you've got there," said he. (Cyaw, ,he pees a very fineto. III'll bet you a dollar that I can tell what his name is." "What ish dot? And y"upafer see dot tog pefore ?11 I glNo0 of Course, not, but 1'11 bo,,& dollar I can tell you whaft.,*i. name is." "CPy tAM2 I1 dakes dot pet"li the Dutchman, eager -to, make-An,, honest dollar. "Well, call him up here and let me have a. look at hims" s Yank. "Here, Fritzy!I Friizy'L. coCme8 heeadmkUm o oi, throu2h the world. One is. to~