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THE RERALN0 SAdvertisements inserted at the rate and 75 cents for each subsequent135' r Double column advertisements ten per cent. EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, - Notices of meetings,obtuariesandirbut~ of respec.tc n , samraes er quar 5*ZdlM?* Speia Noie in Loaeou n1en BY THOS, F. ORENEKER,""" Editor and Proprietor. adcagdacnigy Special coa:ractrs made with large adver egg..risers, with liberal dcdnctions ou above ratus Termas, 02.OQ~ per Jnm anvriably in Advance. A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets &c. - pf T paper i" stopped at the expiration of time for which dtin pd. DOAE MT NEATNESS AjD DIS T < "CY- Thle i4 mark denotes expiration of so Vol. XVIII. NE W BERRY, S. C.X, THURSDAY, J 1JL,3 82 o 8 EM AH MrD, IN TOWN. I have a friend across the street. We never yet exchanged aword, Yet desr to me his aceents sweet I am a woman, he a bird. And here we twain in exile dweilh Far from our native woods and skies, And dewy lawns with healthful smell. Where daisies lift their laughing eyes. Never again from moss-builtnest Shall the caged woodlark blithely soar Never again the heath be pressed By foot of mine forever more! Yet from, that feathered, quivering throat, A blessing wins across to me; No thral can hold that mellow note, Or quench its flame in slavery. My chains fall off, the prison gates F1t.open,as with magic key; And far from life's perplexing straits, My spirit wanders swift and free. Back to the heather breathing deep, The fragance of the mountain breese, I bear the wind's melodious sweep Through tossing boughs of ancient trees Beneath a porch where roses climb I stand as I was used stand, Where cattle-bells with drowsy chime Make a:asic In the quiet land. When morning dawns in holy calm, And each true heart to worship calls. Mine is the prayer, but his the psalm, That floats about our prison walls. And as behind the thwarting wires The captive creature throbs and sings, With him my mounting soul aspires On -music's strong and cleaving wings. Fast fades thedream is distsa dim, Tears rouse me with a sadden shC; Lo at my door, erect and trim. aThe postman gives his double knock. And a great city's lumbering noise Arises with confusing hum. And wbisting shrill of butchers' boys; My d*y begins, my bird is dumb. y:NIrS DISAPNTENT. it was a rainy dismal autuni day, the big country house wherc Jennie lived with her parent seemed so unusually quiet, that < youag lady (who was Jennzie' cousin, and was staying there of a visit) looked up from her worl --she was at work with Jennie' mamma in the drawing-room an< said: 'What can have become of Jen sis? I have not heard her laugi once all this morning.' The mamma said rather sorrow fully that it was one of Jennie' 'bad. days.' She was a dear goot ehild, but a little impetuous an< unreasonable. Her papa bat promised to take her for a driv that morning, as he was oblige< to go to a neighboring town of businesa'. '.But of course it was impossibl to take the cbild in tbe pofrin. rAin,' she added, 'only Jenni -cannot see the matter in thi ight, and feels deeply injured.' I will go and find her,' said th soft featured lady, who looke contented and bappy, althougl certain people had already some times called her 'an old maid.' And she hunted the housi * through, visiting all Jennie's par ticular haunts, but there was ni Jennie. At last she came upon her crouched upon a window-seat il one of the corridors looking mis erable and defiant, her lips pout ing, her eyes swollen and red. * At first she would not speak. But at last the coaxing maxne and soothing voice of her goot friend melted her somewhat. She detailed her injuries. 'They delight in promising i things and disappointing me a the last moment. As for papa, h. is cruel.' 'I cannot bear to bear you sa; that, child.' JTennie's consin seemed tran: formed. She looked almost ai gry.. Jennie felt a little ashamed. 'Why not?' she asked. 'Because I once said the sam thing, and was so bitterly pui ished for it,' was the reply. 'Tell me,' asked Jennie, sul dued. 'I did not mean anythin wrong.' 'That is a poor excuse for ya hasty words, Jennie. However, won't preach. My little story wi sado that.' ~ Then she began : 'When T was a little girl lik you Jennie, I bad a very dear father. He was a clergyman, and though my love for him did not keep me from being troublesome and disobedient to him, I thought I loved him very dearly indeed. 'My mother bad died when I was a baby, but I bad a middle aged governess, w bo was good to me, in her prim, dry way. 'I had birds, two dog -a pony, and a most beautiful cst. Chil dren in the neighborhopd were often invited to speiid: f. day, and were often allowed to ioam about the gardens and g oinds as e pleased. Then I wetixo. pend the day with them. 'I had - some cousins, biggirls, and when I was -but a-Iittl6ider than you, a grand - party was given in honor of the twenty-first birthday of the eldest one. The latter wrote to my father, and begged that I might be .llowed to come, and be consented. These cousins were rich and had a big house in the city. 'I was of course very anxious to go and made great preparations but the day before the one fixed for our departure, I fell violently sick of a cold. -Ne;t day I got up a trifie gid dy and very bparse, but deter mined to persuade them All L was quite well. I talked and laughed and made a great show of being very hungry at dinner time. But 1 4i4 not like the grave look on my father'e fLse, Surely he could not be thinking of forbjdding my going to the party ! He would not be so cruel i .But mry misgiving proved true. He said that on account of my illness I could not go. 'You are cruel !' I said,,spring ing away from him and rushing away. 'And stubborn and angry, I went to bed, refusing to speak when I was spoicnn Lq. And next morning I got up late. I bear4 my father calling me from below, and wheels on the drive told me the carriage was coming to take him to the station. Then, as I failed to-appear, he came up sta.irs, and knocked at my door. 'I mtde no reply. Miss Jones, coming into my room at the mo ment, said in a low voice, 'Mary, you ought to be ashamed of your self,' then opened the door and said I was dressin'g and would not be long. I heard him take out his watch, and say in a disap pointed tone that ho could not wait ; then he said, '(Good bye, darling, God bless and keep you, I Sshall soon be back,' so toepderly and sadly, that for the moment Bmy hardness melted-I longed to Sthrow myself in his arms.' 'But he was gone. I saw the carriage drive out of tbe gate and disappear where the road turns; Stben a dreadful sense of desola tion came over me, that I never had, either before or since.' 'The morning seemed as it it would never pass. There were to Sbe no lessons. After dawdling about I 'went to the window which Soverlooked the road, and the drive to the front door.' ''Whatever can these men be doing ?' I thought, as four or five men I knew by sight came in at the gate, slowly, each one seem ing to talk without listening to the others.' r'I felt something was wrong. I watched the men till they disap pared behind the bushes; they were going round to the back edoor ;thenlI listened and asited.' 'Suddenly I beard a scream my heart seemed to stop-then some one rushed in.' 'It was the housemaid looking so white and scared.' ''Don't you go down, -Miss Mary,' she said, 'it's only some body got a fit or something,' but she shivered and wrung her ehands.' 'I made one spring and darted down-stairs. But nurse caught Sand drew me aside, I don't know gwhy, but I felt I had lost my father.' -r 'There had been a serious acci dent to the train by which he was 1traveling. The car he was in bad been overturned, and a fellow passenger who knew him saw ruins lifeless, and had brought the ir terrible news back with him. I ei lay like one half dead too on Miss Y Jones's be.l, listening to The cruel g tale, and half hoping it was a p cruel dream, a nightmare from B which I should awake. E 'Then, the storm of sorrow' h spent, I, was worn out, and fell B asleep. B 'Wnen I awoke the last rays of R sunset was streaming into the oi room. Some one had drawn up the ju blinds and the noise had awakened V me. Dreamily I listened toawhis Ji pering behind the curtain of my w bed. 'Do you think it would be pru- ni dent to tell her to-night ?' Miss Jones as saying, 'Certainly I' fi Then followed a long sentence de- di livered in a voice I recognized as D that of the village doctor. I la caught the words 'joy does not sl kill.' Then by their very mock- sc ery I remembered all. I pushed ti aside the curtain and cried : 'Why ct do you come here to torment me? B Why did you not let me sleep ?' E 'Then I stared in astonishment i ai Miss Jones, beaming, smiling, ti kissed me-wildly for her-and V said, 'Mary, compose yourself, fe make up *your mind for a great b; surprise, a great mercy.' ti ''He is alive !' I cried, and st would have rushed to find him, % but they held me bsclk' al 'The good Doctor sat down and T talked to me, quietly and gravely. b It was true that my father was v -not dead, as had been supposed ; p but he had been brought home in 19 a most critical state, and his re- o covery depended entirely upon of quiet.' 'For many weeks we did not it know whether he would live .or ti die. But at last he began to get tl better, and before winter set in he R was being wheeled about the gar den, and I was walking by his side, an altered child, because the daily anxiety had taught me more ;ban I had learned during the a years I lived j the world ; I knew how selfish I had been; what a useless life was mine compared 8 to that precious one I had so !ittle valued, and had so nearly lost. fj have told you this story, dear, a as a little warning. I Fanopt wish you to learn the value of your h parents at so great a cost.' b 'I shall not,' said Jennie wiping c her eyes, and nodding her head, 'next time, I will indeed think he' fore I speak ; I did not really mean c. what 1 said, you know.' TERRIBLE ACCIDENT. c~ Wreoking of a Passenger Train Near Long P Eranoh-Tne Rinled and Wounded- p Gen. Grant on the Train. LONG BaANcH, June 29.-Thed express train, which left Long Branch at five minutes past eightn tbis morning, met with a terrible accident while crossing the bridge over the branch of Shrewsbury river, near .Little Silver Station. b The accident was no doubt caused p by the spreading of the rails; sixe cars, including four ordinary pas senger coaches, smoking car and Pullman parlor 'Zenobia,' left the rails and ran over the ties of the bridge tearing thenm to splin. ters. The cars kept on the0 bridge until the train was half way across when four passenger e coaches and the smoking car went over into the water with a terri- c ble crash. The cars lauded on their sides in about four feet of 0 water. The scene that followed " beggared description. An un known man from Ocean Beach was taken out dead. The cars were filled with passengers, but the number of injured is unknown. There were about one hundred1 hurt. Mr. Demnarest, of the firm of D'marest & Co., New York, was badly injured and will die. Win. R. (tarrison, son of Commo- iI dore Charles K. Garrison, was r terribly hurt in the chest. Charles ' W. Woodruff, of Newark, and J. t Mitchell, of Scranton, was also ' seriously injured. It is impossi- C ble to get the names of others at present. Physicians from the neighboring towns have been summoned. Charles H. Foster, fireman of the engine, pulled Ex I Presidnt Gant out of the amok. I g car uninjured. Robert Rob TH -tson, an iron merchant of New ork city. was injured badly. *A rocor named Edison, of Branch- th te )rt, was crushed terribly. James! rooks, of the firm of Brooks & O ickson, theatrical manage) s, had gou s collar-bone broken. Morris ry Brown, son of Thomas J. Mi rown, Superintendent of the Erie ma ailroad, received a severe blow an the head, and his back is in- sic. red. C. J. Fox, of Richmond, int( irginia, had his hand crushed. an imes E. Mallory, 202 Broadway; wh as so badly crushed that be can- sm A recover. ma The dead man has been identi- con id as Jas. L. Bradley, produce chis aler, of New York. G. W. hou emarest is dead. President Gal- aro way of the elevated Railroad is ing ghtly injured. Wm. B. Garri- of n has been unconscious since unf e accident. He is suffering from com ncussion of the brain. Geo. R. It i lanchard, Vice-President of the the rie Railroad, Rob&. M. Minturn mo id Fx-President Grantare among girl iose slightly cut and scratched. is t rm. A. McCall, brakeman is most pay arfuily injured. His throat was has tdly cut. Mr. Mitchell's condi on is precarious, and he has yea istained internal injuries. Mr. her roodruff and Mr. Mallory are rar; )out breathing their last. John be . Raymond, actor, has his collar edi )ne broken and is otherwise se- cla rely injured. G. W. Demarest, exe roduce dealer, of 151 Readestreet, ho ew York, has just died. The ;her dead manfs E. L. Bradley, edu 150 East Seventy-second street, bal ew York, whose body is yet ly- for g in the up-turned coach, waiting the to result of a quarrel between th iree county coroners, each of the hom claims the body. th 80n SENATOR HILL'S CONDITION.- cesi :r. Hill's life is an uneventful inst oe. His home is pleasant, cool wit ad shady. The long piazza runs see the front of his library and blu orning and evening he may be ,en sitting there talking with his iends, or watching the carriages lad: by. He sleeps well, taking sev nap daily in his chair and rest ig easily at night. - The pain of tler is wound is frequently derdenod ma ' morphine. His food is simple, an 3nsisting of liquids entirely. He lad Ln neither chew nor swallow to >lid food. He drinks milk pun. gra ses, with -once in awhile a piece say egg in the milk. Latterly the ml ~g has made him sick, and he has ; ~t tried it since. One of the the ficulties of his case is an oc-be ~sional aversion to taking any of iod at all, deglutition giving him by sin. He does not read the pa. in ers much but takes a vivid in- lan grest in current affairs) and kes to hear them discussed. He w oes not talk much and what he pre iys is frequently indistinct. His nat iouth is filled with absorbent dif >tton, which adds to the indis-an netness. After be has been talk- m ig for a sentence or two he can'e e understood perfectly and some eve hrases he speaks as well as he p ver did. For example he said to ie, 'Perhaps it is better as it is,' !ith every letter and accent per- to ict. It is no secret that Mr. o [ill's family believe that the lastje peration was a fatai mistake,.i [r. Hill himself still doubts if he dol rer had a cancer. As for me I Yo ill have a hope that he will re- W over. Garfier's case, if therede rere no other proof to offer, is w Dough to convince us that science ad< Snot unerring, and that doctors the iay sometimes be mistaken. In sax be meantime Mr. Hill continues a receive his friends, goes to ride w i the evening, and sits on his iazza in an easy Chair as he sat w 2 the days of yore. ( Atlanta Constitution. a A certain amount of opposition rai Sa great help to a man. Kites for ise against and not with the p rind. Even a head wind is bet- ex er than none. No man ever mi rorked his passage anywhere in a on ead calm. ite - w - an< A hen to-morrow is better than tic .n egg to-day. th; Little things console us because . ittleafflict us, tri LOUGHTS ON COMMENCE MENT EXERCISES. 11 over this sunny land of ours re is feverish excitement. e happy homes, that in days e by resounded with the mer laugh of childhood are now d with uncertainty, corrected a uscript, dismay,i ibbons,starcb, unabridged instrumental mu The distracted mother super inds the goring and shirring bias cutting of muslin dresses, le the exasperated father >kes in the wood-shed that he r escape the inharmonious ibination of -the sewing ma. ie, piano, and baby, in the se. The young people prowl aInd the premises declaim speeches, and being stuck full pins in trying on basted and nished garments. The school mencement season is upon us. 3 in the Female Seminary that commencement rages with it fury, and in the homes of the s about to graduate that there be devil and the dressmaker to There is grief and sorrow he bosom of Mary because she to wear some of Julia's last r's garments, and Julia stamps foot and dishevels her tempo r bang because she has not n appointed to deliver the val. :tory wail of the graduating is. On the evening that 'the rcises' take place, the school se will be full of the relations the pupils and the friends of cation ; most of the latter are I-headed, and would much pre being in some cool cellar play. crack loo for the beer, but y feel- that the cause of educa r, and their wives, demand ir presence and countenance. 'he principal of the school reads e statistics regarding the sue 3 of the institution. Then there ,rumental music and a duet h a chorus. The little girl who ms to be pinned on to a large e sash, reoitps # little spepech h hesitation and much prompt. from the teachers, and all the ies, except the mothers of eral other little girls, say, 't she cute ?' while the gen nen applaud. Some more sic and a cantata, and enoores I things, and then a young y who is said to be engaged be married as soon as she dnates, reads an original es -on the 'Profundity of the inite,' which depresses the rits of the audience, and puts m in a proper frame of mind to ,r a song and accompaniment, the operatic sky-rocket style, another young lady who sings a soprano voice and the Italian guage. ['his sort of thing continues for hours, when the principal 'sents each member of the grad ing class: with a parchment loma tied with a red ribbon, I then turns the audience out a the cool embrace of 10 p. n., eryone highly pleased with the ining's entertainment,' as the >ers say. .n our mind's eye we see the ing lady-who was educated write essays on 'The Profundity the Infinite,' and kindred sub ts-we see her in the course oi be marry a man who clerks in a lar store and reads the New rk Weekly serial stories in bed, Ssee her trying to compass the lies of cook and housekeeper, ile the cares of several childrer i to her responsibility. And ire is the girl who played and g that segment of an Italiam ~ra, she is married to a mar o cuts inscriptions od'tomb nes for a living, and wh< uldn't know the difference be een a note of Italian music anc counterfeit Confederate bond ese girls do not seem after mar age to take suck depth of com t out of their education anc rchment diplomas as one woult pect, but nevertheless thern ist be italian operas and essay1 'The Profundity of the Infin ,' or our school commencementi cl our modern system of educa n would not be the successel at they are.-Texas Siftinga. Defeat is a school in whici ith alwna grows strong. A WEAPON OF EVIL.-A horri blo crime was committed in Cin cinnati on Tuesday night. Hen ry Cole, a lawyer, shot and killed T his wife, his daughter, and him. soni self. According to a Cincinnati Filn newspaper, the pistol which he deni used is the very weapcn with that which Edward S. Stokes killed drat James Fisk, Jr. It is said to have and been presented to Mr. Cole when char he resided in this city. drut Under the old common law, any of b personal bhattel which was the was immediate occasion of the death nat" of a reasonable creature was depr known as a deodand, and was mei forfeited to the sovereign, to be matl applied to pious uses. The law of i o deodand was abolished in this be a State in 1813, and in England of t about thirty-five years ago; but fas there would be at least one element 'The of good in its restoration. A pistol o or a knife with which a homicide i 'May had been perpetrated would not feret I then circulate through the com- Ben mwnity from one owner to ano- vera ther, carrying its murderous sug- time gestions where they will do the and most harm. says To an insane man, or a man of t weak nature, the mere possession eyes of such a weapon, with knowledge chaz of its history, may be an incite- he ment to crimes wbich would never mon have been thought of without it. his He thinks of murder whenever he In looks at it, and finally he finds the something attractive in the idea chor of adding to the tragic interest was connected with it, by making it the the instrument of some tragedy the himself. mep Every weapon used in the com- Mr. mission of a crime should be con, hya fiscated by the State, and de- i stroyed, or placed in some public sing depository whence it can never be resi taken to serve a second unlawful in, purpose.-New York Sun. witl ______________prec THE STAa ROUTE CoxMan.-An l intelligent correspondent in Wash ington, whose letter is printed stre elsewhere, declares that the case which has been so long on trial sun against the Star route scoundrels was purposely selected with a m view to secure their acquittal; that the Government had another to case in which there was positive is.' evidence of corruptien, and on prei which conviction would have been stro certain, but that this particular in 4 case was carefully kept away from tarn the Grand Jury ; also, that still the another case where this same evi- sern dence was conclusive, was delibe- defi rately abandoned by the prose- do~ cuting authorities, for the reason of p that a certain notorious United eve* States Senator was involved in T ;t iJuli We do not pretend to know par that these allegations are true; circ we only know that they come from the e. well informed source. We also torc see plainly tha't the trial on which le 0 so much time-and labor have been the spent mast ineiritably come to rest nothing. A There are two men who will be muc especially injured in the public es- inds timation by such a farcical result, of One is George Bliss and the other unc is Chester A. Arthur. [New York Sun. ALus ! ALAs ! - Thomas has pen gone ! Jefferson has left us ! exp Mackey has returned to his first ca love I For is it not so written in hop great swelling words and pon derious periods in the National o Republican? We may now pause before this stuperdous prodigious- sl soft ness and wonder, while we weep, as well at the celerity of its tergi versation as at the sublimity of its o self-conceit. The Democratic par- rati ty has proved false!I Hampton, tbe pure and spotless, has proved recreant to the solemn pledges he p made before high heaven ! Mackey par alone is found faithful among the inc faithless many. His sensitive tiis Inature shrinks from contact with Ithe false anid base. He therefore i shakes the Democratic dust from arc his feet and seeks more congenial spa association in the bosom of Radi- rui calism. Whether his old. asso ciates will kill the fatted oalf for the returning prodigal remifins to 'Tb be seen.-Chester Seporter. "crii One voice worn out makes us . Iwiser than fifty tutors. wei SAD FATE OF A CRmNAr's FAm ILY.-A recent letter to worth (Kansas) Imes says : readers of the Times will remember that during the Platte City fair a fall the details of a terrible stabbing affray were published: The subst$ues of the report was that Clay Sn-= young man of good family, hid st bed a young man named Nathan A drews. As the prisoner is in _jaIl awaiting trial little can be said about the merits or demerits of the ease. There is one fact, however, that is : too terrible to be suppressed, and thsti is the death of the entire family of the Snells. Shortly after the murder Me-r Lucy Ann Staniford, mother ofLky Snell, became excited over the murde and grew ill. Within a short time e died. Then Robert Snell becameW'_ from what is supposed to be the sas; cause, and after a lingering siakuess during which time he talked eon stantly of the family trouble, he passed away, soon followed by his little - six-months old baby. John Ssn1 another brother, succumbed to the strain of family excitement, and af ;' a short illness died. Within the Jsat three days a telegram was received in this city by Mr.Shackleford announcing the death of Miss Nettie Snel, be last but one of the family of ope blood. It was ascertained yesterdy afternoon that a little seven-year-old Z half brother of Clay Snell, Thomas Staniford, is not expected. to *.Iiv Clay Snell, who is the only surivor = of this unfortunate family is-nowia - jail at Platte City awaiting trial for the murder of Andrews. He takes the death of the various membere, his family much to heart. Wheahir mother was buried it is said that he begged permission to attend the:fa neral, saying, 'Send a hundred e: to guard me; cover me with;ohaie, double looked, .bat for God's sake let; me see the last of my poor old ther !' He was not permitted to go. A little boy, who was acoustom$ to say grace in the abene. of his father, had a younger brother who found it hard to wait until grace was over without helping himself to some of the good things near. On oneco casion, when company was present, the young master of the ceremoies observed the small boy helping him. self liberally to cake before the blessiog was asked, so he deliberately said: .'or what we are about to receive, and for what Charlie has already helped him. self to, the Lord make us truly thank ful. Amen.' The young man who hammers his thumb nail this spring while putting down carpets, or who is violently caught under the chin by a clothes line when he goes out in the yard ' after dusk; should remembet that in - ,the revised edition of the New Tests ment the words have been changedto ~ 'hiades' and 'condemnation.' Some people are too smart. A man saw a pocketbook lying on the pave ment, and was about to pick it up, when ~ he remmebered what he read about - 'tricks on travellers' and let it~ alone. A - man be'aind him picked it up. 'Got fooled, 'hey ?' chuckled the first man. 'No,' said the second, 'got ten dollars!' The worth of a stage, in the loag run, is the worth of the individuals ' composing it. To know how to serve is to have learned one of the lessons of divine wisdom. The wise man knows the fool, but the fool knows not the ws man.____ Power, like thbe diamond, dan zles'the beholder; and also the wearer. An absolute freedom in reli gions discussion has never yet ex isted. -If you would know a bad hue band look at his wife's counte nanc. It is a barren kind of criticism a which -tells you what a thing is not. It is much easier to settle a point than to act on it. The h f7tmeanness ISto HE SWEET BY AND BY. Exchango. be author of the well known , 'The Sweet By and By,' S. iore Bennett, of Elkhorn, Wis., es in the Chicago Indicator he and the composer were ik when they wrote the words music of that song, as has been ged. Neither of them were ik. Bennett was at his place usiness when Webster, who of a nervous and sensitive. re and easily susceptible to ession, came in, in one of his ncholy moods. 'What's the er now ?' asked Bennett. 'It's matter,' he answered; 'it will [right by and by.' 'The idea he hymn came to me like a ,' says Bennett, 'and I replied, Sweet By and By!' Why d it not make a good hymn ?' be it would,' he said indif itly. Turning to the desk, iett then wrote the three es of the-hymn. 'In the mean two friends-N. H. Carswell S. B. Bright-had come in,' Bennett. 'I handed the hymn :r. Webster. As he read it his kindled, and his demeanor ged. Stepping tQ the desk began writing the notes in a ient. Presently he requested 7iolin, and played the melody. , fe'w moments more be had notes for the four parts of the us jotted down. I think it not over thirty minutes from time I took my pen to write words, before the two gentle before named, myself and Webster were singing the in, in the same form in which ifterward appeared. While ing it, Mr. R. Crosby, now a lent of Richmond, Ill., came and, after listening awhile, i tears in his eyes, uttered the iction ; 'That hymn is immor I think it was sung in pub shortly after, for within two ks almost every child on the Ats was singing it. It is trans :i into several languages and in every land under the sun. aB PLATBoaM.-'Julia' wants know 'what a party platform Well, a platform, Julia, is one 6mble and twenty resolutions, ng in non-essentials, vague )ssentials ; round the bash on E', and rough as thunder on Mormons ; clamorous for civil ices reform, with a reserved lition of civil service reform:. ni on corruption, loud in praise urity, and to have it if it takes -y cent the party can raise. platform, you understand, a, is a legitimate and necessary of the campaign pomp and amstance; it goes along with banners, transparencies and hies, and when the campaign rer-well, it is stored away in cellar or garret along with th~e of the uniforms and torches. campaign platform is very h like the campaign torch, ed ; it gives out a great deal imell and smoke with a very irtain, flicksing light. [fatokeye. 'you wish success in life make everance your bosom friend, erience your wise counselor, ion your elder brother and e your guardian. ne of the most effectual ways leasing, and of making one's loved, is to be cheerful ; joy ens far morw hearts than tears is strange that men will talk miracles, revelations, inspi. Oris, and the like, as things ., while love remains. leasure may be aptly com ad to many good books, whicl -ease in real value in propor as they are abridged. aith and persistence are life'i bitects; while doubt and de ir bury everything uder the is of endeavor. hapin once said beautifully e fatal fact about the hypo ,e is that he is a hypocrite.' Lpprehensioni of evil is ofter mse than evil itself.