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DEVOTED TO POLITICS, MORALITY, EDUCATION AND TO THE GENERAL INTEREST OF THE COUNTRY. By D. F. BRADLEY .& 00. PICKENS, S. C., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1880. VOL. X.-NO, 13. Piano Playing Regulated by Law. The London Globe says: The author ities of Weimer are evidently a consider ate body. They have recently decreed that no person shall in any house within their jurisdiction play a piano while win dows in the house are open under a pen alty of two shillings. This is an appro prnate regulation for the headquarters of German literature. We have Professor Teufelsdrokh's authority for saying that Germany is deep-thinking-set up on high to tell the world what o'clock it is. Doubtless a great deal of this deep think ing is done in the streets, as the late Piesident Lincoln's was; and where the streets were mostly narrow, as they are in Wiemer, serious cogitation is apt to be much interfered with by the sound of the banging of pianos at every third or fourth house, who knows what magnificent ideas, conjured up by the regulation of Goethe's genius, may not have been spoiled almost at birth, and so lost to the world, by the thoughtless trumming of sqme pianist in a house with open win d6ws? For the great author of " Wil helm Moister" once lived in Wiemer; so did Schiller. So did Johann von Herder, the friend of Goethe, and one of the first of German tinkers. But in their days pianos were not, as they are now, to be found in every house; and if the spinet or harpsichord was much in use, it made very little noise, as everybody who has heard one knows. Otherwise even those groat men might not have given to the world quite such great works as they produced. So the new law in Wiemer is a useful one. In London we do not suf for much, generally speaking, from the playing of pianos indoors. It is the piano-p laying out of doors that troubles us, and troubles us a great deal, too. Everybody is acquainted with the fiend, of Italian complexion, whose persistent grinding at a gigantic box on wheels produces a diabolical thrumping amongst scales which make thinking impossible, and life temporarily a misery. And everybody must, at some time or other, have wished that an effective law could be appealed to against the fiend and his like. Hitherto we have been powerless in dealing with him, he has prevailed. But it ought to be possible to do some thing in the spirit which has just mani fested itself in the quaint German city towards abolishing one of the discomforts of the world's maetropolis. Fixing Shoes to Horses' Hoofs. A new idea for accomplishing this without the use of nails is carried out as follows : The inventor takes a shoe of * ordinary construction, having, say, four hgles therein, and through these he passes bands or wires of metal, two ex tending from or near the hinder extrem ities of the shoe, and the other two at short distances from either side of the too, the position being vaied with the number of bands employed. To fix the shoe the hinder wires or bands are first drawn tightly round the front and upper part or corona of the hoof, the ends passing through a buckle or ring, or they may bo twisted together. The o' rdis of the other wires are also passed through the ring or under the first bands, and, being drawn tightly down ward, tho hinder wires or bands, owing to the conformation of the hoof, are, as it were, wedged tightly, thus fixing the shoe firmly to the hoof, This invention only receives provisional protection. London Ive-Stock Journal. lie Had 'Em Coming. Here is one of Master Johnnie's fables in the San Francisco Argonaut:I "And now IBe tell you a little story wich Mister Gipple tohe me. Once- there was a revival of lidgion in the town ware Mister Gipplo kep a glas ware store, chiney and crockery, too, and every boddy was a goin wild with good, no more swarin and drinkin whisky, and fishin on Sunday, and steelin water m'iehuns. One day there was a feler tendin store for Mister Gipple, and a mitey good woman she cum with a bible, and she looked at the feller out of her eyes, and then sed: 'Yung man do you kepp the devino commandments?' 'F The feller was from Sacrymento and dident kanow wat thum was, but ho spoke out reel quick, and said: 'Yes mum, we do, but the boss was tryin to get em out of his way yisterday, and while he was settin em aside he broke ~every one of em. But we have got sum better ones comin from San Francisco --you come in next week.'" Adorning School Grounds. We have had occasion to drive hun .dreds of miles this season among the farmers of the middle and western por tions of the State, and could not fail to e obervethe neglected condition of nearly allf th istrict school-houses. The build ings thmevswere mostly in fair con %ition but not one in ten was shaded by a single tree. Here in this scene of bleak ness the rising generatior. receives its frst impressions 0f taste and civilizatiorn. If they have pleasant homes, they will cranyacur by the contrast a strong school trustees cannot be induced to re gard common decency in the matter, it \Would be well to procure the passage of a law that no district should receive pub hio money, as failing of its purpose, that did not have at least a dozen thrifty shade ~r evergreen trees on the school grounds. 'ese trees would rnot cost ten dollars. Agricuiltural and horticultural societies *hould take hold of the matter. It would Qe more important than giving premiums for fat pigs and big apples. Do other S, tates generally do better?-onr Genitlemen. NOLAUE. W. FARRAND FELON. We recall days of Innocent pleasure Which linger in memory's thrall; But sorrow too soon tills the measure, And covers the past with a pall. For friendship is but tranient gladness, And life In too short for its 1li3, Bo soon is it broken by sadness For happiest ties that we miss. We only can watch through each season, Forgetful of sorrows atnd tears, ' iingiving, not knowing the reasyn Why sorrow should coipass our years. We how in our humble submission, For solace look back through the years When we waite, for joyful fruition Of hopes now more bitter than tears. We forget that our life his its beauty, Its pleasures as well as its pain; Why then should we turn from our duty To indulge in thils bitter refrain? Our hearts full of iopeftit emot ion The riches of hopes that are dead By the imavic of inemory's potion Eliall recall sweotest, thoughts of the dead. THIS FOOL STORY. When I first knew her she was fifteen years old; I was twenty-four. She was a schoolmaster's daughter; I, a school master's son. We first met one September evening. Her father was a struggling pedagogue, with a family of seven children to sup )ort, and few pupils. I ld it in my head to become his partner, and had gone down first to see how things were looking. Her name was Emily; to her friends she was always Em. She and I struck up a friendship. 8hc always did make friends with all male creatures, whether five years old or fifty. I was a scribbler, eveni then; and I fancy the pride of authorship even in so small a degree, had a certain charm for her, which set me up in her eyes. She wrote her name in my birthday book, and beneath it I wrote, "Mly Little Sweetheart." It lies before me at the present moment. It was the hardest thing in the world for her father and mother to make both ends meet. Very little money was ever hers. Her wardrobe was of the scantiest. She knew nothing of pleasuro as some people understand it; she had never been ten miles out of the town where she was born. Yet there must have been some fairy present at her birth, for she was like a summer's day, always bright. Time sped. I had been her fathers' partner, and had now known her more than two years. I was going for a rai bling expedition to foreign parts; and though I knew I was a fool for my pains, to me it was a bitter parting. And so for a time, I think, it was to her; for in some way links had been joined between us without our ever know ing they were being forged. "Well," said I to her, the day beforo I went, we being alone together, "Blue eyes, how long shall I be missed?" The oriy answer was to thrdw herself upon the hearth rug, place her hand up on my knee, and turn her eyes up towvard my face. "Ah, Blue Eyes," said I, trifling wvith her sunny hair, "you'll have another sweetheart in a week." " In a week?" said she, in that curious' ly clear voice of hers. "Do you think so?' She looked up at me and watched me for a moment. Then she turned and got upon her knees, kneeling in front of mec. "Perhaps so," she said. "' But"-lean ing forward, so her breath mingled with mine-" he'll never be a sweetheart like you." What could I dp? I knewv her so well! I knew that this is just ~what she would say to any one by way of comfort. I knew that her words were a trifles light as air. " Make no vows," said I, " only to be broken. You and I have had happy times; why should I begrudge the same to another?" She was silent. She was now nearly eighteen, but she was so small, that it never occurredl to me to think of her as anything but a little girl. She put her hands out and took mine, still in the same quiet fashion. "Would you like me to?" said she--" would you like me to--to take another?" " Em," said I, "what does it matter what I like ? Bpefore the sun has gone down upon my going, another day will have dawned for you." I looked at her. It came to me that this was very bitter, and however great a fool I might be, I could not entirely hide what was in my heart. " Little Sweetheart," said I, "of one ,thing be sure- I never shall forget you." She came to me, and I kissed her. She still kept her face near mine. " Bertie," said she-it was the first time she had ever called me Bertie: it had always been plain Mister before, and the name rang in my ears-" Bertie, I'll not forget you in a week." I almost pushed her from me. I knew this dalliance was worse than folly-I knew her so well-and rose to my feet. "No," said I, with bitter mirth; " not in a week,. but in eight days." She made no answer, but still knelt at my feet. And so we parted; for the fare well on the morrow was but a formal one. * * * * * * * Two year passed by. Occasionally I sent her little notes, pictures of noted places, foolish curiosities. But I nevei gave her my address. At last I returned, and found she was living out as a governess. Her mother told me her situation was in the neighborhood of Ryde. Happen ing to have friends in that town, I made them an excuse for a visit there. Yet, on my arrival, I was in no hurry to find them out; and taking up my quar ters in a quiet inn, I prepared to have a day or two alone. It was a Saturday afternoon, lovely weather; and I get out for a walk wni known in years gone by, through the Lovers' Lane, nestling by the waterside. I sat down and fell into a reverie. Something woke me from it-- a sound. I became aware that I was listening to prattle; little voices were borne upon the breeze, children's laughter mingling with the rippling waves. But every now and then there was an other voice, not a child's, yet child-like. It was familiar to my ears, and as I lis-. tened, its sounds woke within me chords of forgotten music. Before many sec onds had gone I know it was Em's voice I heard. I rose upon my elbow quietly, so as to make no noise, and looked over the top of a summer house near by on to the garden below. And there I saw her. She was on a seat under the trees. About her were four children, two boys and two girls. They stood at her knees, close together, watching her make a chain of daisy flowers. She had grown, but not mach; she was still a little maiden, and it was plain she never would rank among big women. She was dressed in blue-a little blue cloth cap perched daintily upon her dain ty head, still poised like a queen's upon her shoulders, and a blue serge dress, which fitted better, I oticed, than her dresses used to do. E ven from where I was I could see her blue eyes flashing, and that wonderful smile upon her face. She was certainly prettier than of old, and she still looked like a maiden step pead down from fairydom. Wondering what the answer might he, softly, hardly above a whisper, I gently called 'Em! " But she, engaged with the daisy-chain and her little ones, did not hear, and paid no heed. So, smiling, I called a little louder-"Em !" But still she (id not hear. The daisv chain and little ones seemed to enzro'ss all her thoughts, and my voice blew past her with the wind. How would it (10, I thought, since she was so obstinately deaf, to rouse her by confronting her ? If she would not hear she should see, and her eyes, if not her ears, be opened. 'With some such fancy, I was just about to rise and intrude myself upon her presence, when I noticed the figure of a man coming down the path. I had no objection to children witness ing our meeting, though I could have spared even them; but a third party, and he a stranger, I did not want. So I waited until he should be gone. lHe was a young man, a gentleman )eyond doul)t, an1d good-looking. His was a fair young face. He had a promis ing mustache, which he tended with one hand; and he was smoking a mighty meerehaim.' Instead of passing, as I expected, he stopped, leaning with one hand upon the moss-green wall. There was she with heir daisy-chain, and children at her knees. .Just as I thought he wouldsurely be moving on, he vaulted lightly over the wall, and while I watched with angry eyes, ran to her from behind, drew her head back to him and kissed her twice or thrice upon the lips. The blood hoiled within my veins. I did not doubt that this was a dastardly out rage, and my darling needed a de fender. In a minute, vengeance woul have been~ done, and lie or I would have lain low. But her answer showed I was mistaken. "'Chiarley," she criedl, with that sweet smile I know so well, "how can you kiss me before the children ?" "Why not?" said he. "Don't I kiss themn before you?" And to prove his words, he snatched up a little girl and kissed her again and again, she laughing at the fun. Then ho sat down by her side, and puttmng his arms about her, drew her to him. The daisy chain dropped to her lap, and she looked at him as though hae were all the world to her. "Darlingi" Baid he, not hondly, but. loud enough for me to hear', "I have spoken to my mother about you and me to-day; and she thinks I am very foolish; but smnce I always have been, and always will be so, she thinks I may as wvell take you to be0 my little wife--though you will be very foolish for letting me." Her answer was to lay her head upon his shoulder, and flash her blue eyes with a still softer blue upon his face. " Char lie," said she, " are you quite sure 'you love me?"' "Love you?" he returned, and he meant it-" my darling, more than I can tell I" " And are you sure," she continued, " your mother will not be angry? I could not bear to anger her." " Angry?" said he, closing her lips with kisses. " Who in all the world could be angry with My Little Sweet hert?" And so on. The children looking on at what was a new experience to them. What mattered? They would have to learn themselves some day, though they were beginning early. And I-I had to listen to it all. I have not seen her since. For some cause her happiness stuck in my throat, and I left ltyde that evening. I may never see her again. Ere this, doubtless, she is another's wife. But when I think of her, even to this hor', it is as My Lit tle Sweetheart. "I AssunU'you, gentlemen," said the convict upon entering the prison, "that the place has sou ght me, and not I the place. My own affairs really demand all my time and attention, and I may truly say that my selection to fill this position was an entire surprise. Had I consulted my own interest I should have perempt orily declined to serve, but as I am in the hands of my friends I see no other course but to sub~mit." And he submit tIc...R-todon Tra'nser i t. SOUTHERN NEWS. There are 650 students t Vanderbilt University. A glass manufactory is to be started soon in Little Rock. The Libby prison, in Richmond, Va., has been sold for $5,000, and will be used as a tobacco factory. The survey of the Savannah river has been completed, and the estimated cost of improvement is $81,000. A farmer in Pickens county, Ala., has made 1'-4 gallons of molasses from less than half an acre of sugar cane. Gov. Wiltz, of Louisiana, has ordered the planters to take care of their own levees, as the State is unable to make the necessary repairs. Mrs. Catherine Coveney, of New Or leans, was bitten by a black sotter dog in August and she died Tuesday of hydro phobia. She was seventy-two years old. C. A. Peyton, a negro of Memphis, was sentenced to one year's imprison ment in the penitentiary We(hesday for marrying Levinia Washington, a white womanl. Mcs. Chiapin, of Charleston, S. C., pre senited a petition to the City Council of Charleston against liq uor licenses. It was signed by 5,000 persons. Gien. Sherman, who is at San Antonio, has decided that military bands can play for private concerts as they are not em ployed as musicians by the government. Col. G lenn, who has run a level along the Colorado river, says that there is ami ple fall from between the mouth of Bull creek and Austin to make practicable a camal for driving machinery. A school for the instruction of youths in musical education is to be established inl New Orleans, in order to take advan tage of the act of Congress placing a training ship at the disposal of that city. Oranges, the Sanford, Fia., Journal says, are not crackling and bursting on the trees as they did last year. Some, however, that were dama .ed by thorns during the gale of August, are dropping, but very few. Miss Mildred Lee, daughter of (len. Rlobert E. Lee, is in Staunton, Va., the guest of Mrs. .lohn B. Baldwin. Miss Lee lias traveled nearly all over the w:>rld, and never heard the "Pinafore" until she heard it iii Staunton the other night. In thme case of William Willimns, col ored, for killing thme Rev. Mr. Scott, col ored, of Aust in, Texas, hiecause of jeal ousy, the verdiict was to sendi~ him~ to tihe penitentiary for life. It evidently leased( the (lefendant, for, feeling his throati, he smiled. On Tuesday a letter was retulrnedl from the D ead.-letter ofhice to the postmaster of New Orleans which hadl gone to En gland via New York, returned~ to Ameri ca via Boston, forwarded from .there to the D)ead-letter oflice alnd returned to New Orleans, with nearly $70,000 of draf ts in it. There are at present ini Key West, Fia.. a male andl female manatee, or sea cow, the finest specimens ever capturedl. They wvere takeni by mneans~ of huge nets constructedl specciailly for the pur1poset, which werme spreadi ini one of thme small ri vers empjty ing' inito the gulf uiponm the Florida coast. Com ple te census ret urns of A labanm 'I, published in tihe Monitgomnery Adlvert iser. andl Mil , give' a total populaitioni for 1880 of 1,255,069, against 984,215 in 1 870, being an increase in ten years of 268, 854. in this statement the ligures for t he counties of Calhoun, Clay, Shelby andl St. Clair are not official. Rev. Thos. Stickney Haskell, who, up to the latter part of 1876, was an actor and~ circus p)erformler, preaichedl Sunday at t' e Carondelet street Methodist Church S'outh, New Orleans. A largP onmmber of ladhies and~ genJtlemenCi were piresenlt to listen to the (eloqu enit words of the he' nevolent. old1 gentleman. The miotioni to qu iash the ind~li(ctmenit in the ease of A be lRothschiil, the imur derer of Bessie Moore, at Marshall, Texas, was sustained on1 Mondalfy by .Juidge Booty. Hie has been ordered into the custody of the sheriflf to await the acetioni of the grand jury, but the decision of the Julge is looked upon01 as virtually an ac quittal. A t the Baptist ('1 convetioni at Camden, South Cahrolinia, the report of tihe Sta1 tist ical Secretary, the Rev. Luthmur Broadd~us i,hwed( that there are now (I16 Baptist churches in the State', with a membersh 'ip of 54,438. 11apt ismis dI ur ing the year, *I2'27'l'he nict eain a)f ihe (iC nomination has been 3,142. This report refers only to the white Baptists. Abe Rotischild's case was called at Marshall, Texas, Wednesday, when it was discovered that the indictment was missing. This, of course, continues the case until the indictment is found or a substitute filed. For the first time in twenty years the entire criminal docket, except the set cases, waa disposed of at the present teri of the District Court in a single day. A sample of Chinese tea has been re ceive(l by the Sumter Republican. It was raised by Mr. S. P. Odoin, of Dooly county, Ga., from plants furnished by the National Agricultural Department. 1Ie says the plants are now three years old, in a very healthy condition and hearing proftisely. Mr. Odom is satis fied thab tea raising could be made a success in this country, and of great profit, if the proper attention were given it. American Incomes. Thero is no table of the average dura tion of fortunes; but tho statistics of business failures in the country since 1866 show that the averago ycarly fail nres ranged from 1 in 163 in the year 1871 to 1 in 75 in 1876. How many busi ness men in a thousand fail, once or more, during their business lifetime, I cannot learn. The proportion used to be estimated for New England at 97 per cent. That is probably too high a fig uro for the business of to-day, conduct ed, as it is, upon much shorter credits than formerly. But the proportion of traders who fail is probably not lower than 75 per cent. of the whole number. How many of our people live upon their invested maans ? In 1866 our in conie-tax returns showed 771,000 in comes of $500 per year and over, and 6,000,000 incomes of less than $500. But these were not incomes from capital ; they were mostly earnings or wages. Probably not one in a hundred of these smaller incomes, and not over 10 per cent. of the incomes over $500, represented the interest upon investments. In France, ten years later, the census re turned no less than 2,000,000 people, rcntiers, who live entirely upon their invested means. In 1877 7,500,000 of people, one-fifth of the population, were enrolled as rentes-holders or savings banks depositors ; but it must be added that the savings banks do not often fail in France, and that sooner or later they are apt to fail with us. Most of these deposits are small ones. But no less than 2,000,000 of the French can say with Petrarch, Parva sed apta mihi : " It is little enough, but it will do for ne." Thus, in spite of the resources of the country, inl spite of the almost universal search for wealth, and in spite of the fact that we have a great many rich men at any given time, we still do not have a large class of permanently rich men ; we do not even have, like the French, a large class of persons who have a permanent though small com petence. The rich American's wealth is extremnelyr volatile ; in nine cases out of ten it is " fairy gold." The old land-owners form the chief excep~tion to the rule ; especially in our large cit ies, where the increase of values has been great. But if our class of permanently wealthy people is small, so also is our class of destitute peop~le. We are fortu nate in having no such immense and harmful inequality of fortunes as we see in modern England. Our ill fortune is this, that our class of moderate compoe kees is also small, that so few of us, ini spite of our opp)ortunities and our la bors, have seizedl the good of even a small assured compeotence. The land is full of people who have nuot, on the other hand, and who are not likely to have, any assu red comp)etence h owever modlerate, b~ut who have nothing to ex p~ect but labor to the end. This is, in dleedl, the appointed human lot for the majority in any community ; b~ut need it be, in a country of resources like this, so nearly the universal hot? Might not many of us avoid it by a greater care for a moderato competence, a lessened am bition for fortunes ?--T. M. Ooan, in Hiar per's Mafaaine. ArlrEB a iholiday the rabbi accostij a bright-eyed little " daughter of Judah " yvi th the inquifry: " Why were you not in the synagogue yesterday?" After twisting in her mouth for somo moments the end of a dubiously clean apology for a pocket handkerchief, Rebecca, with downcast look, replied: "Because my ha =not clan i." " Not clean?" salid the rabbi, somewhat sternly: "Don't you know that God cares not for outward appearances? that He looks to that which is of infinitely mor'e importance-that which is Within?" " nut," qui'kly in terru~ptedl the seven-yIbar-old matroa, as a perfect solution of the difficulty, "the lining wen dirty, too." And that settled the controversy Without further argumnent. -Harper's Miagazine. French Beggars. Mondicancy is forbidden in Paris and the neighb~oring villages. But under various pretenses it seems to he more prevalent than it has been known for a long time. Some of the persons who beg in Paris have known better days, andl are dainty in their language. A gentleman saidl to an outstretehed1 palm: " I have not a sou about me." "Sir," exclaimedl the worthy mendi cant with a sneer, " I have not specified the ananina of enin." HUMORS OF THE DAY. BALD heads never dye. USUALLY the coarser a base voice is the finer it is. A POrULAR pap er is like a toper's nose -it will be read. 'WHEN your opponent calls you a liar iet him have the floor. THAT man that says that that that that that man used was correct, tells a false hood. A GREAT many men are cottage-built; that is to say they have but one story. And they are for ever telling it. A POOR dentist of Kokomo wears for ceps to keep him warm. A pair of draw ers, you know.-Kokono Tribune. 4REBECCA: Yes; when a young lady goet crazy" over dancing, we think she could consistently be called hopping mad. "PEOPLE should always marry their opposites." Yes, one of the marrying parties ought to be a man and the other a woman. WnEN the editor'd wife gets a new dress on the strength of a dry goods ad vertisement, might it not properly be called her ad-dress? A LOVER's QUERY. Tell mc-- tell ine Gertie, true, I)o not-do not-do not. lie, Can you--can you--can you-can you Make a--make a putmpkin pie? Boys, don't be deceived. A girl who will talk of the "limbs" of a table, will, after marriage, chase you around a two acre lot with a rolling pin and a regu lar kerosene conflagration in both eyes. A MAINE school-teacher captured thirty-three cuas of gum from her pupils in one day, and it was a rainy.day at that.-Dctroit Free Press. Most any school-teacher can do that if she but chews. AN exchange speaks of "a policeman who shot a drunken man who tried to es cape in the hind leg." The policeman is to be commended. When a drunken man tries to escape in the hind leg he de serves to be shot. WHEN a follow goes out of a theater to see a man, he rats a little burnt coffee and always finds lu,4 a woman looks unde. Aver thinks to ali she finds nobody. - AN exchange prints a lengthly article on "Science at Breakaiat." Valuable space wasted. Soighe it t reakfnst is getting away with four sHm* of ham and half a dozen egp whl.e your vis-a-via is unfolding his napkin. A MAN in lowa has been arrested for assaulting his wife, and he was found guilty, even though it was shown that he only stuffed her mouth full of putty when lie wanted to go to sleep. Do we men have no rights at all? "TAKE the elevator" is inscribed on the fence of an Iowa meadow. A curious traveler who climbed the fence discovered in about ten seconds that the elevator is of a dark brindle color, with a curl in the middle of his forehead. "TRoUBLE has broken out in Cork." It is generally under the cork where trouble breaks out.-No~rristown Hecra/d. Many a sorrowing Home Ruler realizes that fact when lhe hears the corkscrew in the little small hours beyond the twelve. A H ARD CASE.--Major Dunnup-" Awv f'lly dull dowvn here, isn't it Miss Maria?" Miss Maria-"Do you think so? Why don't you go, then! You're a bachelor and have only yourself to please." Maj. Dunnup--"Only myself to please? You' don't know what a dloosed diflicult thing that is to do." All the Rage. We see nowadays city and country houses which look rather like shops for the exhibition of bric-a-brac and rich hainginigs than homes in which people ex pect to get comfort. The rooms npon which some famous upholsterer has 1lav ishied the resources of his stock may re mind one of the modern scenic seats on the stagc of a theater, and there seems to he0 little provision for the substantial enjoyment of their occupants. Every thing in them is harmonions enough, perhaps, excep~t the people. In color and comp~iosition they suggest a picture, but the inmates of the house are out of place as the living figures in it. They don't belong among such surroundings, and they can't be comfortable amid all this tasteful and splendid display. But unquestionably people's houses are looking better than they formerly did, and more particularly those of peo ple of moderate means. For the hap piest thing about the modern decoration is that its effects are produced rather by colors than materials, and very inexpen sive fabrics will serve the purpose, Cot ton stuffs, as, for instance, cotton flan nel, will take the most delicate dyes, and yield tints of remarkable beauty. And our own wall papers, which are now in unexampled demand, may be bought for a small price, and yet be of patterns and colors which will satisfy a critical artistic taste.--New Yor PROFESSIONA e an absurd extent of Toronto, it w* in that city was ?a.' doctor prescribed forh departure a second disol pius was su1mmoned. e-' again, learned of the visit of the second, refused to do anythin~g more in the case, and went away. Tho second doctor then called, was told of the @1st employment of the other, declined to act, and 'went away too. Tlhe unzfortunate merchant accordingly died. The tagspaper which publishes tis story l.esds it " Eiquette uino t~he Ground," but the patient seems t'j have beeli the one ruin into the arround.