Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, September 27, 1877, Image 1

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- A lewis m. grist, proprietor.j ^ Iniepenlrent Jfamilg ftefospaper: Jfor tjje promotion of f|t political, Social, ^griraltural anb Commercial Interests of % Soatji. -TERMS?$3.00 A TEAR, IN ADVANCE. vot. Q,Pi_ YORKVILLE, 8. O., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 37, 1877. NO. 39. ? ?????? She fttotg Icllcr. ^ "ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL." Pentonville was not always the flourishing, populous town that it is at present. Fifty years ago it was a quiet, country village, with its rapid streams flowing untrammeled to the sea. Since then large manufactories have been started, and hordes of foreign operatives have invaded its peaceful precincts. Elm street, where old Squire Huntington lived, and Judge Hubbard, and the Halloways, Ripleys, Fosters, and other great families, is no longer sacred to their aristocratic memories, but resounds to the hum and din of machinery, and to the noisy broils of the barbarians who have taken possession and settled in these no longer grand mansions. Now, lofty spires and chimiug bells take the place of the old village church, with its high-back uncushioned seats, plain, uuprepossessing exterior, where the villagers were woot to gather to listen to the good words spoken by the venerable Parson Bigelow, whose words were law in the community where he lived. ^ Of these times, however, my story has little to do, for all happened in the olden times be|A fore Pentonville had aspired to so much conHB sequence, but was content with its own plain ways and simple-minded inhabitants, with their stern, puritanical morals, which covered so much kindness of heart. On Monday Pentonville seemed all astir. Matrons left their washtubs to gossip with their neighbors, while maids and swains laughed merrily with each other over the news as they passed to and fro to their daily avocations. Even the children played their part in the all absorbing topic, and the grim old farmer could not resist a chuckle now and then, as he harnessed Dobbin for his weekly pilgrimage to the landing. What was it that so convulsed Pentonville, and so disturbed its methodical ways ? Weil, it was a joke, a practical joke, perpetrated by two mischievous boys, who did not realize the enormity of their offence, or its direful consequences. To tell what it was, we must go back a little into the history of the town. Old Squire Hayes (as he was called,) although he was not old or infirm, but a man in the prime of life, was a crusty bachelor, who owned one of the fiuest farms in the State. His broad, cultivated acres extended as far as the eye could reach, and during harvesting A* -! ? 1 J ? an/] nno * lime laoorers. wuuiu roiue uuiu mi auu ^ "" to gather his crops. Squire Hayes occupied the best pew in church, lived iu the finest house in town, his horses were of the best blood and most carefully matched, and his oxen the heaviest and stoutest. His orchards yielded the choicest fruit (as many a small boy could testify, to his infinite disgust,) for this part of the Squire's property was hedged in by high walls and picket fences, and guarded by the fiercest of fierce watch dogs. Squire Hayes was no favorite in town, for seldom did a kind word or action emanate from him. Alone the man lived, having but little to do with his fellow creatures, and seem ing to care but little for their welfare; yet there were a few discerning spirits in town who believed that Squire Hayes was misjudged, that more good was done by him thau told ; and that his cold, stern manner was foreign to his nature. Many, who knew him as a hoy, spoke of his bright and sunny ways aud geuial disposition. There was a mystery about the man which the elderly gossips used to whisper to each other, as they nodded over their knitting by the warm winter fires; how, when a young man, he loved and courted a beautiful girl in a distant parish, and even went to bring hi3 bride home, for whom the old homestead was being refitted, but suddenly the young man returned alone, the carpenters were sent away and the new part aI/voa/) offow r* rot f ir M loq Ho nnnh t.hp Uiviocu. tjuvil j/ivbwj w..? Squire's only sister died, only too soon followed by her broken hearted mother. Poor old Mrs. Hayes, as the neighbors said, had been an invalid for many years, ever since her stalwart young husband was brought to her, mortally wounded by the accidental discharge of his gun, while on a bear hunt among the * mountains. From that time Squire Hayes P was a changed man, and as his acres broadf ened and his wealth increased, his manner be- j came sterner until he grew into the crusty old hachelor that he was. Several years before my story opens, there came into the village church, one Sunday, a T lady dressed in the deepest mourning and leading a small boy and girl, who, unlike their mother, stared around with their large black eyes at the parishioners as they passed into the church. At noon, when the villagers stopped to gossip on the church steps, or openi ed their well-filled lunch baskets in the old church-yard, this lady passed out and retired to her newly-made home, a small cottage not far distant. Many were the conjectures raised as to who she was, and where she came from, which were soon answered, for, in their rustic hospitality, before another Sunday had passed rmost of them bad called, and had been received kindly by a small, sad-faced lady, who answered to their many ill-timed questions that her name was Sewell. Her husband had died two years since, and she and her children had come to this place to spend their days, as her income was limited and their wants would be fewer than in the large city whence they had retired. "Widder Sewall" as she was called, soon became a general favorite throughout the whole village. Her gentleness of manner and her kindness of heart, her benevolence and many acts of 1 mercy, her unassuming ways and her kiud condescension won for her the golden opinions of all. Widow Sewall did not neglect her children, and in them found her greatest happiness, and well she might, for Tom, her son, iu spite of his high spirits and his activity in misI chievous pranks, his gaiety and thoughtlessness, was a noble boy, true to his mother, and generous to a fault. His chosen playmate was Willie Archer, old Parson Bigelow's grandson, who, like many minister's sons, was so full of wild doings that the neighbors did wisely shake their heads and prophecy of him r all manner of evil to come. One Saturday afternoon, these two worthies ^ were rummaging about the old church, which wa9 opened by Baylis.the grey-headed sexton, I for the purpose of cleaning it. The boys, tiring of their usual amusements, started out > v upon a tour of inspection and climbed into the belfry. After ascending the second floor of the church, they came upon an old chest, which had hitherto escaped their vigilant eyes. It was but the work of a moment to pull it out from its dark hiding place, and before the boys thought of what they were doing, the rusty old lock had snapped asunder, and the i lid fell back with a crash. "Dear me, is that all 1" exclaimed Tom Sewall, as he viewed the contents, which proved to be nothing but bundles of paper, yellow from age, aud tied neatly with yellow tape, and proving upon examinatiou to relate solely to church matters. "What a sell !" said the disappointed Willie, for he imagined they were about to disclose some great mystery long hidden from human eyes, that they were to come in possession of some state secret, to flud a skeleton in armor, or a parcel of human bones with a brief and concise history of the occupant rwritteu out for their especial beneflt; but instead of those things, only papers which before now should have found their way to the neighboring junk shop. It was too bad, so these romantic youths reasoned, and they would have left the chest in disgust, but unfortunately Willie Archer espied a smaller roll, which looked somewhat differently from the rest. He quickly pulled it opnn, and reading the upper sheets saw that it confined papers relating to the bans of matrimony ~ead in the church for the last thirty years. "Come, Tom," said he, as he carelessly threw down the papers, "this is dull fun, let us climb up higher and leave these old rat traps to their fate, and when old Baylis comes up here if his aged bones allow him to crawl so high, he will think the rats have been having a midnight frolic." "All right," replied Tom, jumping up ready to follow his leader, but stopping to pick up a paper which had fallen beyond the others, and glancing at it, he exclaimed, "I say, Archer, here is something just prime." "What's that old fellow ?" said Willie, as he stretched his handsome young head over his friend's shoulder, to look at the discovery. "Well, I should say that is old Squire Hayes sure, for there is no other Jabez Hayes in all the country, but who is Phcebe Lathrop, of Somerset parish." "I don't know," respouded lom, "out sne must have been some old sweet heart of the Squire's whom he was to marry and didn't, good luck for her." "Yes," replied Willie, "it was only yesterday I asked him to contribute toward next training day, for our new company, and what do you think he answered ?" "That he would give his entire fortune," laughed Tom, sarcastically. "Not much," replied Willie; "he drew himself up, and looking me in the eye as if I were a convict, and he the judge, said : "Young man, I have no money to throw away; if you want money, why don't you earn it!' The old miser, how I would like to pay him < ff." The boys were silent for a moment, each thinking over his individual wrongs, then Willie Archer's face kindled, and he said : "I have it, Tom; let us have this thing read out in meeting. Grandfather's eyes are not so bright as they were, and if we erase the words?not to be used?he will never notice the date on the back, and what a trick it will be." It is needless to say that Tom assented, and the two rogues parted an hour later, their plans well laid, and both eagerly looking forward for the next day's denouement. Sunday came; a calm, peacetui quiei reaiea upon the village, and in answer to the church bells throngs of villagers pressed forward to the church, little thinking of the mischief about to be perpetrated in that sacred edifice. Now Baylis, the grey-headed sexton, was in the habit of slipping the various notices, confided tohis care, just under the cushion in the last pew until the proper time came for them to be read, so it was but the work of a moment for Willie Archer to slip the stolen paper in its place with the others, while Baylis was showing some strangers into a seat; then this worthy young gentleman took his place in the minister's pew with as ealm a face and sedate manner as he could assume, not forgetting to send a knowing look to Tom Sewall, who bad just shown his mother and sister into their seat. Service began and proceeded in the usual manner, uutil in his solemn way Baylis walked up the aisle and handed the notices to his superior. Parson Bigelow commenced to read. First, there was a prayer and conference meeting to be held on Tuesday evening .1% (<?*)! k hunn nmnn In tilforl fn OffonH " LU WI11UU an UICUIICU ntio III ?iwvu iv , then the usual Thursday evening meeting, a young people's prayer meeting, a Dorcas society to be held at Mrs. Deacon Swift's, a letter from Everstone parish commending Mistress Abigal Fitcbing as a member "in good and regular standing" to the parish of Pentonville, and lastly, to publish the bans of matrimony between Samuel Spofford and Dolly Ann Jessup, spinister, both of this parish, also?here the parson stopped, adjusted his spectacles, turned the paper and finally read in a half-satisfied voice: "I this day publish the bans of matrimony between Jahe& Allyn Hayes of this parish and Phoebe Lathrop, spinster, of Somerset, parish, this to be repeated for three weeks," What could it mean ? Was the old Squire about to be married, and they not know it, thought the congregation ! But a glance at the supposed bridegroom convinced ever one that there was some mistake and that he was uot the happy man. All at once a suppressed laugh was heard, coming, as it seemed, from the minister's pew, which proved contagious, for one after auother joined until the whole congregation seemed convulsed. As for the C?? ?? .?/?.??11 n e*rk fr b/\ nnmnnna anrl OlJUirt/| WlIU uouai IJ oat OU pwuj^>uua wuu straight, hardly condescending to glance at his poorer neighbors, he seemed to have shrunk to half his usual size, his face was flushed, and then became pale as death. He moved uneasily in his seat, and at last dropped his head, seemingly to avoid the mirthful glances of the parishioners as they turned in their seats to look at him. What to do be did not know, to leave the church seemed cowardly, yet to remain seemed more than he could bear. Luckily for him, at that moment something happened that turned the attention of the villagers from him. A whisper resounded : "Widder Sewall has fainted !" and looking around, hp saw that she was lying like a smitten reed in he arms of her friend who sat nearest her. "Poor thing, how tenderhearted she is!" thought the simple-minded folks, never dreaming that Phoebe Lathrop and Widow Sewall were the same, and that she was the bride that se many years ago the Squire had courted in vain. By the efforts of her friends the lady soon revived, and she herself left the church, followed by her half frightened children. By this time Parson i Bigelow had called the meeting to order, and | the closing hymn was sung, and the parishioners dismissed, ouly to gather in groups in I the old church-vard to talk over the strange occurreuce. Directly after the opening of the afternoon service (at which it is needless to say the absence of Squire Hayes and Widow Sewall was not unnoticed), Parson Bigelow addressed the congregation in these words: "Sisters and brethren, a cruel joke has been practiced upon oue of our most worthy members. The | ban3 of matrimony which I read this morn| ing were given me over twenty years ago to ! be read the following Sunday; but before that day, an unfortunate circumstance occurred, and word was sent me late Saturday | night for them not to be published. By some j mistake they were not destroyed, as they i should have been, but were deposited in an I old chest with other papers relating to similar matters. Who the perpetrators of this joke | are (if they can call it so), I do not know, | but they are knowu by the great God above ! us; from him they cannot escape detection. They will be visited by His vengeance, and when their souls are writhing in the pains and torture of everlasting punishment, they will think of the wicked offence which they have ; this day committed." The parson's voice, ! unimpaired by age, pronouuced the words in a clear, deep tone, which sent a chill into the ! hearts of his listeners ; while a deep solemnity reigned throughout the church. The service proceeded, and when in conclusion the clear voices of the village choir sang forth: "Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there," i many left with moisteued eyes, their hearts ! swelling with pity for poor Squire Hayes. The next morning Squires Hayes sat in his j lonely home trying to fix his attention upon 1 his daily reading in "Baxter's Saint's Rest," j but in vain, for his miud, in spite of his will, ; would return to the occurrence of yesterday. "I should like to find the young rogues that did it," thought the worthy Squire, "wouldn't I make them suffer, aud those miserable fools who laughed. I'll leave the church, no more of ray money shall be given to this parish; yes, I will leave town and go where people show more common sense, that I will." His reflections were interrupted by the entrance of Miss Mehitable (his aged housekeeper, who had nursed him as a child) bringing in his breakfast, which she spread upon the table in a tempting fashion and then waited for further orders. "What are you waiting for, I want DOthing more," growled the Squire, as he for the first time seemed to notice her presence. She passed out wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron, and muttering: "poor master Jabez, him has an awful temper, I wonder what can trouble him now." The Squire sat for some time before he realized that his breakfast was waiting; then he found that he bad no appetite, bis eggs were too hard, his bacon tough, his rye coffee cold, and his flap jacks sour, so the Squire imagined as he left the table, lamenting meanwhile his ill-luck in being left alone in his old age. These slight annoyances did not improve his temper, for he threw himself in his easy chair, pitched his "Saint's Rest" across the room, gave a spiteful kick to poor Tabby, which came to him for her usual caressing (for this man's heart was not entirely incrusted with the bitterness of an aimless life and by the cold winds of adversity,) and i crnrp himsplf nn tt> his unhannv thoughts. "Why do other men have a home with wife and children while it is denied to me," thought he; why should I live alone when others have so much; miserable dogs, they court me for my money, but not one would thrust out his hand to give me a crust if I were starving." By and by, gentler thoughts superceded these harsher ones, tender memories came flocking in upon him, his home was again sanctified by the presence of his saintly mother, his sister Hannah tripped in and out making each room seem brighter by her merry ways and loving nature; again he is the happy young man who has the love of the beautiful Phceba Latbrop in his keeping, again he is planning to improve his old homestead for his coming marriage, he draws plans for her rooms and selects the colors which he knows she likes best. The day comes at last when he leaves it all to seek his bride iu her distant home; how well he remembers that beautiful morning, as he jumped upon his horse and heard his mother's "God speed," mingled with Hannah's merry bandinage, as he galloped down the road. How long the miles seemed as he rapidly sped his way, and how the distance seemed to lengthen before he could reach his destination. One week after, he returned home in the night alone, there had been some lover's quarrel in which he was resolute and she was proud; a small matter, indeed, but grave were the consequences, for the betrothed rings were return * ? " * . ...i ed, and ne lert ner 10 return on mure, xxv remembers the long forgotten past; how could he have given up so much happiness for so trivial a cause; he pictured to himself the happy home that might have been his; he sees a quiet, gentle woman presiding over his hearth and ministering to his comfort; then his thoughts turn to a little, sad-faced lady, who lived in a small cottage near the church, and whom he had always treated with the most dignified coolness; how did she feel about yesterday's announcement; how strange that after so many years their names should have been connected together; that they should have a common trouble; what a brute he was not to think of her before, he would call immediately and express his regrets, and?here the Squire's meditations were again interrupted by the entrance of Miss Mehitable, announcing: "A lady to see you, with a boy, Master Jabez." "Show her up," replied the Squire, in not nont omioklotnnoo A lttrt v 1 n hl?pk fintPTpd . ? VI J UUJIUUIV IIVIIVWl ?* JMVIJ (M V.MVM J and as sbe lifted her veil, Squire Hayes saw, to bis great astonishment, that Widow Sewall stood before him. "Pardon me, sir," said she, "for intruding, but I have come upon a sorrowful raissiou. I have a sad confession to make; it was my son, my thoughtless Tom, who did the mischief of yesterday," and rais ing her handkerchief she wiped her eyes before proceeding, while the deacon stood speechless with surprise. "And now, sir, he has come to make his apology, which I beg of you to receive, for he is truly repentant," and she motioned to her son to come to her, who did so with rather poor grace. "Squire Hayes" i said he, "I apologize for my part in the matj ter, and will promise not to offend you again." ! He held his head down so that neither the j Squire nor his mother saw the twinkle in his eye, for although the young rogue had confessed to his mother, and was pained to see her take the matter so deeply to heart, he - - - - ? it I ! could not but feel that the Squire wouia oe | severe upou him ; and then it was such a l good joke. Squire Hayes stood for some moments without speaking, but his thoughts were not concerning the offence, nor of the boy's motive. I Years seemed to have rolled back, and he stood once more with Phoebe Lathrop. The J sad, careworn woman was transfigured into i the merry, laughing girl whom he so dearly i loved ; a great yearning came over him to take her to himself; could it not be possible i thnt oho IfweH him now as then, and lookiner | up without further hesitation, the impetuous | Squire stepped close to the weeping mother I and 8aid : "Phoebe, on one condition I will j pardon your boy, come to my house, be my j wife, and I will forgive the offence." Sis months after Widow Sewall left the village never to return, while Mrs. Squire Hayes ! began her reigu over the home and heart of ; her old lover. It was not long before her in; fluence over him yielded fine results, and in the i kind, genial man whose hospitality was well known throughout the country, few would recognize the crusty bachelor of former days. Many years this happy couple lived to eujoy each other. Tom Sewall realized his highest expectations iu going to college, and afterwards becoming a successful lawyer in one of tbe great cities, while his friend Willie Archer, in spite of the village oracles, became a worthy follower of his grand-parent, good ! Parson Bigelow. As the years rolled on, j from time to time the old homestead was ; brightened by the presence of their children, j who often had a hearty laugh over the pranks j of their fathers, but no story was told so of- I : teu, or pleased so well these young folks as ! the "practical joke" which resulted in so i much happiness to the victims of it. Window Glass.?There are seventy esi tablishments in the United States devoted to ; the production of window-glass. Twentyseven of these are in New Jersey; the others are scattered through New England, New York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Ohio and elsewhere in the West. The capital invested i in the industry is about 86,000,000 in New ! Jersey alone, while the annual production of j that State is between 2,000,000 and 3,000,000 j boxes of the various qualities and sizes of glass. The window-glass mauufacturing in- j terest is now one of the principal industries j I of this country, and is destined to check the j j importation of glass to America; in fact,! I many of the American manufacturers are now ; exporting large quantities of glass and glass1 ware. It is believed that fully three-fourths j of the factories are now stopped?some few in Pittsburgh being in operation. Somewhere I near 25,000 men and boys are now striking,! and it is not improbahle that the number; will be increased. The plate glass for the , San Francisco Stock Exchange is 186 iuches , bug and 120 iuches wide, and is said to be i the largest glass ever imported. IfttettUanrtna fading.!: From the New York Tribune. I THE LATE ADMIRAL SEMMES. J Some Personal Reminiscences of a Famous ' . Career. A gentleman who daring the war served ( for a short time on board the Confederate ' steamer Alabama, and afterwards on the ( Georgia, which cruised in company with the ( Alabama, relates some interesting reminiscen- ' ccs of the late Admiral Semmes. The last 1 vessel of the United States navy which * Semmes commanded was the Somers. This * was the frigate upon which, previous to his 1 command of it, two young midshipmen, one 1 of them a son of the then secretary of the 1 ? hw M/>1Tan7iA Rlidpll for littVJj wcic uauguu mj ^? mutiny. Semmes commanded her during the Mexican war, and while at Vera Cruz she was capsized in a squall. The loss of this vessel was a source of much satisfaction to all officers of the navy at that time. She was very unpopular, on account of the superstitons which existed in regard to her; the men were constantly deserting, and officers were unwilling to be assigned to duty on her. After this. Admiral Semmes entered the practice of the law in Cincinnatti, and was there at the time the war broke out. Going South, he tendered his services to the Confederacy, and first commanded the Sumter, which, after a short cruise, was blockaded in Gibralta, abandoned and afterwards sold. The service on the Alabama was a very exciting one. She was always either chasing other vessels or being chased herself, and the life that was led by her officers and crew was very attractive to those who liked adventure. The Alabama had only two engagements with United States vessels of war; the first with the Hatteras, off Galveston, and the second with the Kearsage, in which she was worsted. The officer already referred to describes the tactics employed by Semmes off Galveston as very "sharp." About 4 o'clock one afternoon, be steamed up in sight of the blockading fleet, carrying the British flag. He then turned about and began to sail away, burning bituminous coal, and making an im o ' t ^ mense cloud of smoke, his object being to create the impression in the Federal fleet that he was a blockade-runner, making the most time possible to get beyond their reach. Admiral Semmes expected that the Federal commander would send after him his fastest vessel, and that this would be one of the lightest in the fleet. In this conjecture he was not mistaken, for the Hatteras was dispatched to overtake and arrest him. One of the larger vessels would have been more than a match for the Alabama. When she came alongside of the Alabama the captain of the Hatteras hailed her, but for a time received no answer; when at length he ordered her to lie to and give an account of herself, or he would fire into her, Semmes hauled down the British flag, and threw up the Confederate flag, which was already at the peak, tied up in a bundle with small ropes. Then shouting defiantly, "This is the Confederate steamer Alabama," he , opened fire. The battle that ensued was a very brief one, lasting only about twelve min- 8 utes. but at the end of this time the Hatteras 8 was sunk. The gentleman who describes the * fight Bays that the officers and crew of the ? Hatteras fought, most gallaptly, and did not abandon her until her guns were level with v the water. ^ The circumstances of the fight between the j Kearsage and the Alabama are too well known y to need repetition. The geDtleman already j referred to was a witness of this fight, but did not take part in it, being at the time on a French tug. He says that Admiral Semmes | made a great mistake in going out of Cherbourg to meet the Kearsage at all. He said the immediate cause of his going out was a threat of Winslow to go into port with the x United States flag flying over the inverted j Confederate flag, and to sail around the Ala- g barna as an insult. Semmes sent back word that if he would not do that he would go out c and fight him. The Alabama had been at j sea two years, and her copper hung in "el- j bows" all over her bottom, which was also very dirty. When in good condition she c could sail twelve or fifteen knots an hour, but < at that time she could not have made over j six knots at her best. Besides this, the pow- f der that she used was some that had been condemned by the British government, and , to make it still worse, a portion of the condensing apparatus of the vessel used for pro- e ducing fresh water, was in contact with her , magazine, so that much of her powder was . wet. The result was that the heaviest shells fired by the Alabama failed to perforate the side of the Kearsage and some 01 mem were c seen to drop in the water before reaching her ? enemy, although the vessels were at the time ^ not over three hundred yards apart. j The same gentleman expressed the opinion ; that Admiral Semmes, in his book describing the cruise of the Alabama, does himself great j injustice when he ascribes bis failure to disable the Kearsage to the fact that the latter r hung cables upon her side. These cables were only placed upoD her bows, and had the Alahama been in good condition, he expresses it as his opinion that she wotild have sunk ] the Kearsarge in spite of all such protection. One of the shells of the Alabama, which \ lodged in the stern-post of the Kearsage, but did not explode is now in this city. If it had t exploded, it would undoubtedly have destroy- t WIUQIAIU'Q vpqqa] tu ?? IUOiW?* w ? vwvvm Semmes displayed the greatest coolness in the handling of his vessel during the whole of the fight with the Kearsage, and wheu the Alabama was about to sink, he was the last man to leave her. A sailor named Marrs, who had shown very great bravery during the combat, and who had picked up a shell from the Kearsage that fell on the deok of the Alabama and thrown it over board?it exploded before it reached the water?brought a life-preserver to Serames, and insisted that he should put it on. Semmes refused to do so, and told the sailor that his life was worth a9 much to him as the Admiral's, and that he must put it on himself. He had in his hand some valuable papers, among them the bonds of a number of ships that had been captured and these he gave to Marrs, directing him to save them at all hazards, Subsequently some of the officers and sailors persuaded Semmes to use a life-preserver. Marrs was picked up by one of the boats of the Kearsage, but jumped overboard. He was picked up a second lime by another of the Kearsage's boats, and a second time leaped into the water, and was fiually rescued by a French boat, saving the papers which had been committed to his care. Semmes was a very strict disciplinarian. This was especially necessary in the Bervice in which the Alabama was engaged. The | line between that kind of service and piracy I was so narrow, that but for the strictest dis- ' cipline the crew of the Confederate steamer i would have been guilty of all sorts of excess- I es. When an American vessel was captured, I if it had 011 board an American cargo it was ] burned. If the cargo belonged to foreigners 1 the captain would have to sign a bond for ! the value of the vessel. No officer or mem- 1 ber of the crew of the Alabama was allowed 1 to take any article from a prize. The gen- 1 tleman who describes this service says that he was once very severely punished by the captain of the Georgia for taking from the cabin of a vessel, that was captured, a sew- , ing bird, worth only a few cents. By a Jaw of the Confederate Congress, the ifficers and crew of the Alabama were to rejeive from the Confederate Government one- I half the valne of all American vessels destroyed, and the whole value of all that were bonded, but their claims were, of course, never paid. The reason why the prizes were destroyed was that the Alabama was not allowed i 'jo take the vessels which she captured into the ports of any foreign country to be con- i iemned. The officers and crew of all captured vessels were very kindly treated while I )Q board the Alabama. Duriiig the day half )f them were allowed to be on deck at all I times, mingling with the crew, while the re- I nainder were kept below. At night all of them, of course, were confined. The officers 1 ind crews of captured vessels were also al- i lowed to take with them all of their private < property, but none of that belonging to the i resael. The gentleman already referred to says that 1 i very erroneous idea prevails in the North ] hat the crew of the Alabama was composed >f English and Southern men, On the other I iand, during the most of the time they were ilmost exclusively Yankee sailors from capered vessels. In some instances the entire 1 ;rews of whalers desired to enlist under Ad- I niral Semraes. The Admiral was accustomed i a tell them that the United States would lang them all if they were caught, but the i onlw cr0nArn.ilv was tbflt thev did not care. I vrv b j ?v ? - __ ' ;hey would take the chances of that. When ;he Georgia ran the blockade at New Orleans, i in officer, who was on board of her, says she lad only nine Southern men on board, and ;he remainder of the crew, of between fifty ind sixty, was made up almost entirely of < Yankee sailors. I The same gentlemen tells an amusing an- I ?cdote of Semmes' experience in the port of Babia, in Brazil. He sent an officer to in- 1 'orm the Governor of his intention of leaving, ] )ut the Governor was unwilling to give his < jonsent, and replied that, according to the egulations of the port, vessels were not al- ] owed to leave after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. The captain of a little Portuguese manof- I var, which was in the harbor, volunteered his ilrvices to prevent the departure of the Ala- < )ama. When Semmes was informed of this le was greatly excited. "He does, does he?" ] ie exclaimed, as he paced up and down the t leek. "D?n him, I'll spoil his paint for i lim." Shortly after, the Alabama weighed ler anchor and got under way. Sailing very i dose to the little Portuguese man-of-war, she ? aluted her flag with twenty-one guns, and 1 vhen the smoke cleared away, the Portuguese t vessel, which was painted white, was as black t is a colier. There was no interference with 1 he sailing of the Alabama. When in Mobile in 1874,1 formed the acjuaintance of Admiral Semmes, who was at [ hat time practicing law in that city. Hia i aw office was on a cross-street, not far from c he customhouse. .Like the offices or most Southern lawyers, it had little about it that ? vaa attractive. The floor was bare, the books ? vere not plentiful and the furniture was meagre. The Admiral was rather insignificant in >ersonal appearance, short of stature, quite t irect, with a small grey eye, and beard that 1 vould have been gray, had it not been dyed, t The latter consisted of a fierce moustache i md imperial, which, with his overhanging s tyebrows, gave to him a rather ferocious as>ecL He was dressed in loose, light costume, e ind his wide pantaloons did not bide the fact hat he was bow-legged. In conversation he < vas courteous and pleasing. I do not think r he Admiral was very successful as a lawyer, f jrentleraen who practiced at the bar with him ? n Mobile told me that, while in private he was rery genial in his intercourse with lawyers, t n court, and in the transaction of business c generally, he displayed too much of the im- f >erious quarterdeck demeanor to make him 1 >opular. t A RAFFLE FOR FREEDOM. We translate from a German sketch of American travel the subjoined account of an f ncident alleged to have occurred on a Missis- t ippi steamer a short time before the war. i I ascended the Mississippi, says the writer, m a steamer on board of which were Judge a r. and General K., of Pennsylvania, with ' >oth of whom I was slightly acquainted. c "A hard Set, these Natchez men," said the c laptain, who met us on the cabin-stairs, t 'There*8 some of them down in the saloon play- t ng a high game. How men can be such g ools, I could never see !" "Let's go down and look on awhile," suggested the judge. In the saloon we found four men seated at i table, around which a crowd of spectators vas gathered. The four were the "heavy >layers." The game was poker, and the money changid hands rapidly. We had not been looking >n long, when one of the players, a middle- 8 iged man, who I learned was a cotton-planter, g >et bis last dollar against the hand of one of t lis antagonists. The latter showed four kings, 1 vbile he had only four queens. He was c 'cleaned out," and rooe as though he were go- j ng to leave the table. g "Are you broke, colonel ?" asked one of the 4 nen. t "Dead!" was the laconic reply. i "Never mind ; I'll lend you." 1 "No; I can make a raise, I reckon. Here, t Pomp!" i "Here, massa I" responded an old negro, as s le emerged from one corner of the saloon. 1 "Bring that girl and her youngster here, t hat I bought in Natchez. Wait a few min- c ites, gentlemen. I'll raise some money." \ The old negro went on his errand, and soon r eturned with the girl and her youngster. ( rbe "girl" proved to be a stately mulatto wo- f nan about thirty-five years old. "Her"yeung- ? iter" was a fine, intelligent-looking boy eleven c >r twelve years old, whose complexion showed c lira to be much more nearly allied to the a vhite race than to the black, ? "Here, geutlemen," said the planter, as they rate red, "yon see this girl and her boy?two is fine niggers as yon can find anywhere. I j J -:-l. i J?A roofflr. I 4 jaiu VIglll UUiJUiCU uuuaio IU1 miomi jwovv. I lay, in Natchez. Who will give me six hun- G Ired for them ?" "Will you sell them separate ?" asked some ( )ne ?" j "No, can't do it j I promised not to, The jirl swears she'll take her life if she's separa- g ;ed from her boy, and her old master said hat he was sure she'd keep her word. But i lon't you all see that the girl is worth more noney than I ask for both of them ? Come, ] who'll give me six hundred for both ?" The planter waited a moment for a reply, J ind then said: i "Well, I must have some money. Come, | what say you to a raffle?thirty chances at | o ntianno ? Out with VOUT /TTCLI VJ UVlimo M VIIUUW www .. .?? J laah, gentlemen. The first on the list has the arst throw 1" j This proposition created a decided stir { imoug all present. The three players at the ] :able led off by takiDg three chances each. Their example was followed by the spectators, md twenty chances were taken as rapidly as ] the planter could write down the names and < take the money. Then there was a slight 1 pause. The planter himself now took two < chances, and he was followed by his three i fellow-players, who each took one chance 1 more. Finally, three more chances were ta- i ken by the spectators, when the planter cried i out: I "Two ohances still, gentlemen I Who will i have them ?" ] General K. whispered something in Judge ' J.'s ear, and then went to the table and laid < two ten-dollar gold-pieces on it. I "Name, sir, please ?" < ''Never mind the name. Put it down for the woman." "Eh?what! for the girl herself?" "Yes, certainly; let's give her a chance." "All right! One for Ninette. And now?" "That's for the boy," said Judge J., quietly, is he laid twenty dollars on the table. "Good ! bravo ! bravo!" cried the planter ind several of the bystanders. "One for rommy, which makes the thirty. Now, genilemen, let's see whom luck favors." The dice were brought and the throwing began. Each chance entitled the holder to ibree throws. Thirty-six was the highest thrown nntil the bolder of the eleventh chance threw. He icored forty-two. Then a less number was ;hrown, until number twenty-one scored forty nine. The excitement now became intense. For;y-nine was hard to beat; the highest throw possible being nine sixes?fifty-four. Again and again the dice rattled in the box, until it came to number twenty-nine. "Come, Ninette?it's your tnrn now!" As the poor woman came forward, her bands crossed and pressed convulsively against aer breast, it was truly painful to witness her agitation. "Won't the gentleman that took the chance for me please throw ?" she asked, in a low, tremulous tone. "No; let your boy throw," said the general ; "perhaps he would have more luck than I." "Come, Tom," said the planter. Tom came forward and picked up the box. The woman pressed her lips firmly together and clasped her hands as if in prayer. The joy trembled like an aspen-leaf, but shook ;he dice, and threw?three! For a moment be stared at the dice as ;hough he could not believe his eyes, then he put down the box and stepped back, pale and lejected. "Come, Tommy, throw again," urged the planter. "It's no use, master; I couldn't throw for,y-nine now." "True, true. But you have your own ihance. Throw that." "Certainly," said Judge J., "that one was rour mother's. Now throw for yourself, on he chance I gave you. Have a stout heart, ny boy, and may Heaven smile on you 1" Again the boy returned to the table and ;ook up the box. He pressed his lips together, and did his best to control his trembing limbs. Not a sound was to be heard in he saloon but the rattling of the dice. For t moment every man seemed to hold his ireath. He threw. "Twn fives and a si*?sixteen !" said the )lanter, putting down the numbe}, while a nurmur of satisfaction ran through the :rowd. One of the bystanders gathered up the dice ind put them in the box, and the boy threw igain. "Two sixes and a five?seventeen !" The excitement now knew no bounds, and he "bravos" resounded on every band. The >oy, as he took up the box to throw for the hird and last time, was as nearly colorless as t was possible for him to be with his yellow ikin. Out rolled the dice, and up came three sixis, which made fifty-one! "Tommy, my boy, I congratulate youl" iried the planter. "You are your own and nother's master! Fill up the necessary pa)ers, captain, and I will sign them. These gentlemen will be the witnesses." I will not attempt to describe the scene hat followed. In the general satisfaction, me of the roughest-looking men in the crowd )roposed a subscription for the freed negroes, rhe proposition was received with such favor hat in less than five minntes fifty dollars ?ere collected.?Appleton'a Journal. "Stick to Dad."?A farmer writes us the ollowiug : "I am tired of farming and want o come to town to make a living for myself. iVhat do you think of it ?" Well, we think you are a fool if you don't itay at home. The city is over run with 'dead beats" and tramps, and if you have a lead sure thing of making "bread and meat" >n the farm, you'd better stay where you are, md dig potatoes, than come here and go to he workhouse and peck rock. Stick to dad. stay on the farm. You are worth more to rourself, to your neighbors, to your state and o the country at large than all the one-horse, nutton-headed professional gentlemen that ire living from hand to mouth in the city or State. You stick to the plow, the mower, he reaper; freeze to that farm like a fly-bliser to a negro's lip; raise rye, corn, hay, barey, oats, potatoes; chop wood, maul rails, >urn brush, curry your mules, feed oxen, raise tock, and instead of hanging around the treet corners, dependent upon lunch houses o keep sand out of your craw, you'll be at lomeon your farm, living a life of "indepenlent happiness," while thousands of 'nice roung men," too pretty and proud to work, md too lazy to steal, will be lighting out 'over the hill to the poor house," merciless leasts and lazy subjects of utter dependence ipon public charity. Young man, if you enow which side of the bread of life the buter is on, you give up the foolish idea of comng to Louisville to "make a living for yourelf." Twenty-five acres of land and a chap ike you to till it, is worth more to the country han the bank in the city and the smartest sapitalist we know of to run it You stay vhere you are. Follow the plow, and engileer the docile, willing mule that pulls it. )ur word for it, any young, healthy, stout arraer's boy who will give up his chances for 'a dead sure thing in life," and come to town >n an uncertainty is not smart enough to take iare of himself and should be arrested and ;ent to a lunatic asylum for a darned fool, Stay where you are.?Courier-Journal. ? ? ? "The Squeaker's a Lass."?Among the gnorant people of England humorous misakes often occur, even when correctness and lolemnity would seem to be required. A puddler went the other day to get his ihild christened. "What name," asked the larson, "shall I call the child?" "Thoo oan caal the kid owt thoo likes," lays the father. "Weel," says the parson, "I think Benjanin is a very nice name." "Varry weel," says the father, "caal him Benjamin." The puddler came out of the church with lis wife and child, highly delighted with the lame, when a thought struck him. Rushing jack into the church, and overtaking the jarsou walkiug down the aisle, he exclaimed : "Hoy, mister, the young squeaker's a lass." The parson was at a loss what to do under he circumstances. However, he putin an a it the end of the name, and they called It Benjamina. A Tame Rat.?A oonvictin the Richmond Penitentiary has a rat which he tamed and iomeaticated until he will come to him when - - ?Avll/vtno if n moofnK oKnnf litre* a JtJ WUiBlltX) aiiU JUUUTVO IbO UJOOKVI uuvuv ?>?v h log. The little animal sleeps by the prisoner^ side at night, and will never be away From him longer than he oan help. When the nan goes to work in the morning, it matters aot what portion of the prison lot it may be, ihis little pet will certainly follow and remain near him. The animal knows all the prisoners, and does not exhibit the slightest fear when any of theni approach him, bat will jart away into his corner in his master's cell M the sight of any one who is clothed di$f* sntly from the inmates of the priso^ A Snake Story.?At Cox & Brown's mill, some three miles from Beltoo, a small snake, belonging to the tribe known to a great many as the "king snake," has taken up his abode regularly, and among the rats and mice he is a "fell destroyer." He has become quite tame and gentle, and often, when the keeper of the mill takes a noonday nap, his snakeship will crawl around and over him, and frequently lie quietly upon his bosom. We have frequently heard, rather traditionally, that this species of serpent was harmless towards man, but was a relentless enemy towards all other serpents, and as substantiating this idea we will relate a further incident concerning the snake under discussion, which comes to us ? manmaa Ana vr vo. turuugu bu auiueuw suuiva. vuo ??j ? cently & medium sized water moccasin was seen lying on the sand below the mill, and ere long tne king snake was seen approaching him cautiously. He crossed the small stream which runs from the race below the wheel and very slowly neared the moccasin, all the while swaying his head from the right to the left. This motion was more and more contracted the nearer he approached, until when within a few inches of his victim, he lay for some time perfectly motionless. Then suddenly he darted upon the moccasin,- caught him by the back of the neck, and proceeded to coil himself around him. When he had made several coils he freed his mouth hold upon the moccasin's neck and by making loops of his body and inserting his head through them he tied himself in two or three or four knots around his victim's body, which most have been very tight indeed, for when he had remained there some ten minutes he loosened himself aud crawled triumphantly back to the mill, leaving the dead body of the moccasin upon the sand.?Anderson Journal Never Forget Anything.?A successful business man told me there were two things he learned when he was eighteen, which were ever afterward of great use to him, namely, "never to lose anything, and never to forget anything." An old lawyer sent him with an important paper, with instructions what to do with it. ""Rut." innuired the vaunt? man. "suppose I lose it; what shall f do then ?" The answer was with the utmost emphasis, "You must not lose it 1" "I don't mean to," said the young man, "but suppose I should happen to ?" "But I say you mutt not happen to; I shall make no provision for any such occurrence; you must not lote it!" This put a new train of thought into the young man's mind, and he found that if he was determined to do a thing he could do it He made such a provision against every contingency that he never lost anything. fie found this equally true about forgetting. If a certain matter of importance was to be remembered, he pinned it down on his mind, fastened it there, and made it stay. He used to say, "When a man tells me that he forgot to do something, I tell him he might as well have said, 'I did not care enough about your business to take the trouble to think of it again.'" I once had an intelligent young man in my employment, who deemed it a sufficient excuse for neglecting any important ta*k to say "I forgot it" I told him that would not answer. If he was sufficiently interested, he would be careful to remember. It was because he did not care enough that he forgot. I drilled him with this truth. He worked for me three years, and during the last of the three he was utterly changed in this respect Me did not forget a thing. Mis forgetting, ne found, was a lazy and careless habit of mind, which he cured.?Country Gentleman. ? Indian Shopping.?In the late autumn, as soon as the rivers are locked in ice, and the ground is covered with enow, the furs begin to come in. As they are brought in by the Indians they are traded for by the persons in charge of the trading-store. If an Indian were to bring in a hundred skins of different sorts, or all alike, he would trade off* every skin separately, and insist on payment for each skin as he sold it; he likes the linked sweetness of shopping long drawn out; hence it often occupies several days to barter a batch of furs. It is a curious and interesting sight to watch an Indian selecting from the stores articles that he may require as he disposes of skin after skin. If he has only a small quantity of skins, he walks into the shop with his blanket about him, and not a skin visible. After some preliminary skirmishing he produces a skin from under his blanket, trades it, taking in exchange what he absolutely needs; then be stops. Just as one thinks the trading is over be produces another peltry rrom oeneatb his blanket, and buys something else. Thus he goes on until, haviDg bought all the necessaries he requires, he branohes off iDto the purchase of luxuries?candy, fancy neckties, etc. Under so slow a process an Indian trader needs to possess more than average patience. The skins, as fast as purchased, are thrown behind the counter, and then carried to the fur-room and piled in heaps that are constantly turned and aired.?Hudson Bay Correspondence. ? ? ? Making Allowances.?We were struck, the other day, by the reply of a musician to a friend who had asked him to play on a piano which was out of tune. Some one was present who had not before heard the pianist. "Do play for us," said the musician's friend; "Mr. Blank will make allowances for the condition of the piano. "Make allowances!" replied the pianist; "I have heard that all my life, and it never was and never will be true. Nobody 'makes allowances.' If a pianist plays on a bad piano, or a tenor sings when he has a sore throat, or an orator gets out of his death-bed to make a speech?the audience is disappointed because he does not do his best work, and it carries away an im{>ression of the performance that is likely to ast for a life-time. It's the same in housekeeping, and dressing, and business, and everything else. People expect the best under all circumstances. There is do such thiug as 'Making allowances.' "?Scribner. His Luck.?A youth of six years, on returning from church, inquired of his father if those who engaged in silent prayer on entering the church, all made use of the same words. His father was unable to inform him, but asked what led to the inquiry. The boy replied that he overheard the prayer of Mr. X., who, on bowing his head, made use in an audible voice of the following words: "I wish to Heaven I had bought a barrel of floor before this cussed war broke out. Always my luck." ^ % The Causes of Drunkenness.?"What," asks an exchange, "are the causes of drunken ness?" Well, we can't answer for all of them, but we believe whisky causes a great deal of it; whisky, sir, resolutely stuck to, will cause about as large a drunk as anything we know of, although a judicious mixing up of various drinks will accelerate matters, if a man is in a hurry. , ? ? S&" "See here," said a gentleman who was riding past a farm-house, to a boy at the door steps, "what time is it?" "About twelve o'olock, zur," answered the boy. "Why, I thought it was more!" exclaimed the gentleman. "No," drawled, the boy, "It never gets more here, zur, 'cause it al'uz begins back at one ag'in next after twelve." 19" An Indian* editor said in his paper that he knew spring was folly come because he had seen snakes. Whereupon a Michigan editor copied the item, and said : "When an Indiana editor sees snakes, it is not so much a sign of spring as of fall A