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lewis m. gbist, proprietor, j ||n Jnbepenbent Jfamilj ^tttuspapfr: Jor % ipromotiorn of % political, Social, ^gricnltaral anb Commercial Interests of % Sontjr. |terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. VOL. 35. YOEKYILLE, S. C., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1879. NO. 41. ^elected fflftrg. THE ENDLESS PROCESSION. Down the vista of the ages, Saints and sinners, fools and sagos, Marching onward, slow and solemn, Go in never-ending columnHere the honest, here the knave? With a rythmic step sublime, To the grave. * Lifre the rolling ot the river, (Rang on and on forever, . r - Never resting, never staying, Never for an instant straying, Peer and peasant, lord and slave, Equals soon to mix and mingle In the grave. r Duty cannot, nor can pleasure, For a moment break the measure; They are marching on to doom, They are moving to the tomb, All the cowards, all the brave, Soon to level all distinction In the grave. SinfAiho morninc of creation. Without break or termination, Ever on the line is moving All the loved and all the loving, All that mothers ever gave? On to silence and to slumber . In the grave. i Here no bribe the bond can weaken, ^ Here no substitute is taken ; Each one for himself?no other, Son nor father; no, nor brother; Love the purest cannot save ; Each alone the roll must answer At the grave. Who-oomniands the dread procession Tbaffehall know no retrogression ? Who can be the great director? Ha Lthat grim and grizzly spectre, HLn that Sin to Satan gave; Death, the mighty King of Terrors, And the grave. Jforg it lift. " A BANK NOTE IN TWO HALVES, Wet and dreary. It is midnight; the scene is Kirlington, on the London aud North-western; the time, a quarter to eleven, just after the night mail has flashed.through without stopping?bound for Liverpool and the north. The railway officials?pointsmen, signalmen, porters, platelayers?are collecting, preparatory to going off duty for the night. "Where's Dan ?" asked one of the crowd upon the platform. "I saw him in the hut just after the -quar ter to eleven went through. Uan't have come to any harm, surely." "No he said he'd seen something. It was a basket, a common white wicker, basket, with a lid fastened down by a string. What did it contain ? Refreshments ? Dirty clothes ? What? A baby?a child half a dozen weeks old, no more. A pink and white piece of human china as fragile as Dresden, and as delicately fashioned and tinted as biscuit or Rose Pompadour. "Where did you come across it ?" asked one. "Lying on the line, just where it fell. Perhaps it didn't fall, perhaps it was chucked out What matter ? I've got it, aud got to look after it, that's enough for me. Some 4, day maybe I'll come across them as owns it, and then they shall pay me and take it back." "Is there nothing about him ? Turn him over." The little mite's linen was white and of fine material, but he lay upou an old shawl and a few bits of dirty flannel. All they found was a dilapidated purse, a commou snap lock bag purse, of faded brown leather. Inside was a brass thimble, a pawn ticket and the half of a Bank of England note for ?100. "What good's a half a bank note to you ?" "Haifa loaf's better than no bread." "Yes, but you can eat one, but you can't pass the other. Won't you catch it from your wife? How'll you face her, Dan? What'll she say ?" "She'll say I done quite right," replied Dan, stoutly. "She's a good sort, God bless her." "So are you, Dan that's a fact. God bless you, too," said more than one rough voice in softening accents. "Perhaps the brat'll bring you luck after all." * # ? * * Winter-tide again six years later, but this season is wet and slushy. Once more we are at Kirklington, a long straggling village, which might have slumbered on in obscurity for ever, had not the Northwestern line beeu carried close by it, to give it a place in Bradshaw and a certain importance as a junc* tion and centre for goods traffic. But the L ' activity was all about the station. All the permanent officials had houses and cottages there; in the village lived only the field laborers who worked at the neighboring estate, or sometimes lent their haud for a job of navying on the line. The poor folk had a gruesome life of it, a harfd-to-raouth struggle for bare existence against perpetual privation, accompanied by unremitting toil. A new narson?Harold Treffrv had come lately to Kirklington. He was an earnest energetic young man, who had won his spurs in an East End parish, and had now accepted this country living because it seemed to open up a new field of usefulness. He had plunged bravely into the midst of his work ; he was forever going up and down among his parishioners, solacing and comforting, preaching manful endurance and truthfulness to all. He is now paying a round of parochial visits, accompanied by an old college chum, who is spending Christmas with him. "Yonder," said Treffry, pointing to a thin thread of smoke which rose from some gaunt trees into the sullen, wintry air, "yonder is the house?if indeed, it deserves so grand a name?the hovel, rather, of one whose case is the hardest of all the hard ones in my unhappy cure. This man is a mere hedger and ditcher, one who works for any master, most often for the railway, but who is never certain of a job all the year round. He has a swarm of young children and has just lost his wife. He is absolutely prostrated?aghast probably at the future before him, and siq utter incapacity to do his duty by his motherless little ones. Jack!" said the parson, stopping short suddenly, and looking straight into his companion's face, "I wonder whether you could rouse him ? If you could only get him to make a sign : to cry or laugh, or take the smallest interest in common affairs. Jack I believe you're the very man. You might get at him through the children?that marvelous hanky-panky of yours?those surprising tricks?a child takes to you naturally at once. Try and make friends with these. Perhaps when the father sees them interested and amused he may warm a little, speak, wAMUnna orvni?Atrfl rvorKone cnoila anrl in tlio pel uapo U|/|/4 V/ ? V J IlU^/O CIUIXV) UUU ill Vitv eud give in, Jack, will you try?" Jack Newbiggin was by profession a conveyancer, but nature had intended him for a new Houdin or a Wizard of the North. He was more than half a professional by the time he was full grown. In addition to the quick eye and the facile wrist, he had the rarer gifts of the suave manner and the face of brass. He had even studied mesmerism and clairvoyauce, and could upon occasion surprise his audience considerably by his power. They entered the miserable dwelling together. The children?eight of them?were skiri mishing all over the floor. They were unV, manageable, and beyond the control of the / eldest sister, who was busied in setting out the <" table for the raid-day meal ; one other child of six or seven, a bright-eyed, exceedingly beautiful boy, the least?were not nature's vagaries well known?not likely to be born among and belong to such surroundings, stood between the legsjof the man himself, who had his back to the visitors and was crouching low over the scauty fire. The man turned his head for a moment, gave a blank stare, then an imperceptible nod, and once more he glowered down upon the , fire. | "Here, little ones, do you see this conjurer? he's a conjurer. Know what a conjurer is, Tommy?" cried the parson, catching up a i mite of four or five from the floor. "No, not ! you; nor you, Sarah, nor you Jackey"?and he ran through all their names. They had now ceased their gambols and were staring hard at their visitors?the moment was propitious; Jack Newbiggin began. He had fortunately filled his pockets with nuts, oranges and cakes before leaving the onnnrotiia rp.nrlv ov - -rr j to hand. The pretty boy had very soon left the father at the fire, and had come over to joiu in the fun, going back, however, to exhibit his share of the spoil and describe voluminously what had occurred. This and the repeated shouts of laughter seemed to produce some impression on him. Presently he looked over his shoulder, and said?but without animation? "It be very good of you, sir, surely; very good to take so kindly to the little chicks. It does them good to laugh a bit, and it ain't much as they've had to make 'em laugh, lately." "It is good for all of us, now and again, I take it," said Jack, desisting and going toward him?the children gradually collecting, in a far off corner, and comparing notes. "You can't laugh, sir, if your heart's heavy; if you do, it can be only a sham." While he was speaking he had taken the Bible from the shelf, and resuming his seat, began to turn the leaves over slowly. "I'm an untaught, rough countryman, sir, but I have heard tell that these strange things you do are only tricks, ain't it so ?" Here was, indeed, a hopeful symptom ! He was aroused, then, to take some interest in what had occurred. "All trick, of course; it all comes of long practice," said Jack, as he proceeded to explain some pf the processes, hopingto enchain the man's attention. "That's what I thought, sir, or I'd have given you a job to do. I've been in want of a real conjuror for many a long day, and nothing less will do. See here, sir," he said, as he took a small, carefully folded paper, from between the leaves of the Bible; "do you see this?" Tt TTToc Violf a "Runlr r?f T<!nerl?rirl nntA fnr ?100.'" "Now, sir, could any conjuror help me to the other half?" "How did you come by it?" Jack asked, at once. "I'll tell you, sir, short as I can make it Conjuror or no conjuror, you've got a kindly heart, and I'm main sure, you'll help me if you can." Dan then described how he had picked up the basket from the quarter to eleven Liverpool express. "There was the linen; I've kept it. See here; all marked quite pretty and proper, with lace around the edges, as though its mother loved to make the little one smart" Jack examined the linen ; it bore a monogram and crest. The first he made out to mean H. L. M., and the crest was plainly two hammers crossed, and the motto "I strike"? not a common crest?and he never remembered to have seen it before. "And this was all ?" "'Cept the bank note. That was in a poor old purse, with a pawn ticket and a thimble. I kept them all." Like a true detective, Jack examined every article minutely. The purse bore the name Hester Gorrigan, in rude letters, inside, and the pawn ticket was made out in the same name. "I cannot give you much hope that I will succeed, but I shall do my best. Will you trust me with the note for a time ?" "Surely, sir, with the greatest of pleasure. If you could find the other half, it would give Harry?that's what we call him?such a grand start in life ; schooling and the price of binding him to some honest trade." Jack shook the man's hand, promised to do his Dest, ana jeit tne couage. When Jack Newbiggin got back to the parsonage, he found that his host had accepted an invitation for them both to dine at the "Big House," as it was called, the country seat of the squire of the parish. They were cordially received at the "Big House." Jack was handed over, forthwith, to his old friends, who, figuratively, rushed into his arms. They were London acquaintances, no more, of the sort we meet here and there and everywhere during the season, who care for us, and we for them as much as for South Sea Islanders, but whom we greet with rapturous effusion when we meet them in a strange place. Jack knew the lady whom he escorted in to dinner as a gossipy dame, who, when his back was turned, made as much sport of him as of her other friends. "I have been fighting your battles all day," began Mrs. Sitwell. "Was it necessary ? I should have thought myself too insignificant." "They were talking at lunch of your wonderful knack in conjuring, and some one said that the skill might prove inconvenient?when you played cards, for instance." "A charitable imputation! With whom did it originate ?" "Sir Lewis Mallaby." "Please point him out to me." He was shown a grave, scowling face, upon the right of the hostess?a face like a mask, its surface rough and wrinkled, through which the eyes shone out with baleful light, like corpse candles in a sepulchre. "Pleasant creature! I'd rather not meet him alone on a dark night." "He has a terrible character, certainly. He I I-.to wife, nut nf dnnrs hppfiiise she would not give him an heir. It is this want of children to inherit his title and estates which preys upon his mind, they say, and makes him so morose and melancholy." Jack let his companion chatter on. It was his habit to get all the information possible about any company in which he found himself, for his own purposes as a clairvoyant; and when Mrs. Sitwell flagged he plied her with artless questions, and led her on from one person to another, making mental notes to serve him hereafter. It is thus, by careful and laborious preparation, that many of the strange and seemingly mysterious feats of the clairvoyant conjuror are performed. When the whole party was assembled in ! the drawing room after dinner a chorus of voices, headed by that of the hostess, summoned Jack to his work. There appeared to i be only one dissentient?Sir Lewis Mallaby? who not only did not trouble himself to back up the invitation, but when the performance was actually begun was at no pains to conceal his contempt and disgust. The conjuror made the conventional plum pudding in a hat, fired wedding rings into j quartern loaves, did all manner of card tricks, j knife tricks, pistol tricks, and juggled on conscientiously right through his repertoire. There was never a smile on Sir Lewis' face ; he sueered unmistakably. Finally, with au ostentation that savored of rudeness, he took out his watch, a great gold repeater, looked at it, and unmistakably yawned. Jack hungered for that watch directly he saw it. Perhaps through it he might make its owner uncomfortable, if only for a moment. But how to get it into his hands. He asked for a watch, a dozen were offered. No, none of these would do. It must be a gold watch, a repeater. Sir Lewis Mallaby's was the only one in the room, and he at first distinctly refused to lend it. But so many earnest entreaties were addressed to him, the hostess leading the attack, that be could not in common courtesy, continue to refuse. With something like a growl, he took his watch off" the chain and handed it to Jack Newbiggin. A curious, old-fashioned watch it was, which would have gladdened the heart of a watchcollector?all jewelled and enameled, adorned me/jMn+i'nn-.on fifiip.lnAm Willi U1CBI Oil LI lliowt 1^/blVU uu *iv.? which had probably been in the Mallaby family for years. Jack looked it over curiously, meditatively, then suddenly raising his eyes he stared intently into Sir Lewis Mallaby's face, and almost as quickly dropped them again. "This is far too valuable," he said courteously, "too much of a treasure to be risked in any conjuring trick; an ordinary modern watch I might replace, but not a work of art like this." And he handed it hack to Sir Lewis, who received it with ill-concealed satisfaction. He was as much pleased, probably, at Jack's expression of possible failure iu the proposed trick as at the recovery of his property. Another watch, however, was pounded up? into a jelly, and brought out whole from a cabinet in an adjoining room; and this trick successfully accomplished, Jack Newbiggin who was now completely on his mettle, passed on to higher flights. He had spent the vacation of the year previous in France as the pupil of a wizard of European fame, and had mastered many of the strange feats which are usually attributed to clairvoyance. There is something especially uncanny about these tricks, and Jack's reputation rapidly increased with this new exhibition of his powers. Thanks to his cross-examination of Mrs. Sitwell at dinner, he was in possession of many facts connected with the company, although mostly strangers to him; and some of his hits were so palpably happy that he raised shouts of surprise, followed by that terrified hush which not uncommonly succeeds the display aP oaflminrtltr cm nopnoturo 1 nAtuora \Jk ovtou|/giuuvuiui |/vnwioi "Oh, but this is too preposterous," Sir Lewis Mallaby was heard to say quite angrily. The continued applause profoundly disgusted him. "This is the merest charlatanism. It must be put an end to. It is the commonest imposture. These are things which he has coached up in advance. Let him be tried with something which upon the face of it he cannot have learned beforehand by artificial means." "Try him, Sir Lewis, try him yourself," cried several voices. "I scarcely like to lend myself to such folly, to encourage so pitiful an exhibition." But he seemed to be conscious that further protest would tell in Jack's favor. "I will admit that you have considerable power in this strange branch of necromancy if you will answer a few questions of mine." "Proceed," said Jack gravely, meeting his eyes firmly and without flinching. "Tell me what is most on my miud at the present moment." "The want of a male heir," Jack replied promptly, and thanked Mrs. Sitwell in his heart. "Pshaw! You have learned from Burke that I have no children," said Sir Lewis * ? ? v..1 ? _1 _ 1 1_ boldly, out be was a nine laaen auuca. "Anything else?" "The memory of a harsh deed that you now strive in vain to redeem." "This borders on impertinence," said Sir Lewis, with a hot blush on his cheek and passion in his eyes. "But let us leave abstractions and dry tangible realities. Can you tell me what I have in this pocket?" He touched the left breast of his tail coat. "A pocketbook." "Bah ! Ca va sans dire. Every one carries a pocket book in his pocket." "But do you ?" asked several of the bystanders, all of whom were growing deeply interested in this strange duel. Sir Lewis Mallaby confessed that he did, and produced it?an ordinary morocco leather purse and pocketbook all in one. "Are you prepared to go on ?" said the baronet, haughtily to Jack. "Certainly." "What does this pocket book contain?" "Evidence." The contest between them was now a outran ce. "Evidence of what?" "Of facts that must sooner or later come to light. You have in that pocket-book, links in a Jong chain of circumstances which, however carefully concealed or anxiously dreaded, time in its inexorable course must bring eventually to light. There is no bond, says the Spanish proverb, which is not some day fulfilled ; no debt that in the long run is not paid." "What ridiculous nonsense! I give you my word, this pocket-book contains nothing? absolutely nothing?but a Bank of England note for one ?100." T,Stay !" cried Jack Newbiggin, facing him abruptly and speaking in a voice of thunder. "It is not so?you know it?it is only the half!" And as he spoke he took the crumpled paper from the hands of the really stupified baronet. It was exhibited for inspection? the half of a Bank of England note for ?100. There was much applause at this harmless and successful denouement of what threatened at one stage to lead to altercation and perhaps to a quarrel. But Jack Newbiggin was notsuusueu. "As you have dared me to do my worst," said Jack, "listen now to what I have to say. Not only did I know that was only the half of a note, but I know where the other half is to be found." "So much the better for me," said the baronet, with an effort to appear humorous. "That other half was given to?shall I say, Sir Lewis ?" Sir Lewis nodded indifferently. "It was given to one Hester Gorrigan, an Irish nurse, six years ago. It was the price of a deed of which you?" "Silence! Say no more," cried Sir Lewis in horror. "I see you know all. 1 swear I have had no peace since I was tempted so sorely, and so weakly fell. But I am prepared to make all the restitution and repararation in my power?unless, unhappily, unless it be already too late." Even while he was speaking his face turned ghastly pale, his lips were covered with a tine white foam, he made one or two convulsive attempts to steady himself, then with a | wild, terrified look around he fell heavily to the floor. It was a paralytic seizure. They took him up stairs and tended him ; but the case was desperate from the first. Only just before the end did he so far recover the power of speech as to be able to make a full confession of what had occurred. Sir Lewis had been a younger son ; the eldest inherited the family title, but died early, leaving his widow to give him a post humous heir, the title remaining in abeyance until time showed whether the infant was a boy or girl. It proved to be a boy, whereupon Lewis Mallaby, who had the earliest intimation of the fact, put into execution a nefarious project which he had carefully concocted in advance. A girl was obtained from a foundling hospital and substituted by Lady Mallaby's nurse, who was in Lewis' pay, for the newlyborn son and heir. This son and heir was handed over to another accomplice, Hester Gorrigan, who was bribed with ?100, half down in the shape of a half note, the other half, to he paid when she announced her safe arrival in Texas with the stolen child. Mrs. Gorrigari had an unquenchable thirst, and in her transit between London and Liverpool allowed her precious charge to slip out of her hands, with the consequences we know. It was the watch borrowed from Sir Lewis Mallaby which 6rst aroused Jack's suspicions. It bore the strange crest?two hammers crossed, with the-motto, "I strike"?which was marked upon the linen of the child that Dan Blockit picked up at Kirklington station. The initial of the name Mallaby coincided with the monogram of H. L. M. Jack rapidly drew his conclusions, and made a bold shot, which hit the mark as we have seen. Lewis Mallaby's confession soon reinstated the rightful heir and Dan Blockit in after years had no reason to regret the generosity I which had prompted him to give the little foundling the shelter of his rude home. IpKtllnwntf fUadittg. THE CAPTURE OF ANDRE. an historical narrative that discredits america}! patriotism. We are indebted to. Captain Charles H. Townsend, says the New Haven (Conn.) Palladium, for the following copy of an interesting manuscript. In the year 1817 General King was written to by a friend who desired to know the exact facts in relation to Major Andre's capture, etc. The following letter was written by Gen. King in reply, and although previously solicited for publication, is now, for the first time, given to the public: Ridgefield, June 17, 1817.?Dear Sir : Yours of the 9th is before me. I. have noted the contents, and am sorry to express the indignation I feel at the idea of being obliged to translate a foreign language to obtain a true history of any part of our Revolution. The facts, so far as I am acquainted with them, I will state to the best of my ability and recollection. Paulding, Williams and Van Wort I never saw before or since that event. I know toothing about them. The time and place where they stopped Major Andr6 seems to justify the character you have drawn of them. The truth is, to the imprudence of the man, aud not the patriotism of any one, is to be ascribed the capture of Major AndrA I was the first and only officer who had had charge of him while at the headquarters of the 2nd Regiment of Light Dragoons, which was then at Esquire Gilbert's in South Salem. He was brought up by an adjutant and four men belonging to the Connecticut militia, under the command of Lieut. Col. Jamison, from the lines near Tarrytown, a character under the disguised name of John Anderson. He looked somewhat like a reduced gentleman. His small clothes were nankeen, with long, white top boots, in part his undress military suit. His coat, purple with gold lace, worn somewhat threadbare, with a small brimmed tarnished beaver on his head. He wore his hair in a queue with a long, black band, and his clothes somewhat dirty. "In this garb I took charge of him. After breakfast my barber came in to shave me, after which I requested him to undergo the same operation, which he did. When the ribbon was taken from his hair I observed it was full of powder. This circumstance, with others that occurred, induced me to believe that I had no ordinary person in charge. He requested permission to take the bed while his shirt and small clothes could be washed. I told him that was needless, for a change was at his service, which he accepted. We were close pent up in a bedroom, with a guard at the door and window. There was a spacious yard before the door which he desired he might be permitted to walk in with me. I accordingly disposed of my guard in such a manner as to prevent an escape. While walking together he observed that he must make a confidant of somebody, and he knew not a more proper person than myself. I proceed with the Major's own story. He said he came up the North River in the sloop-of-war Vulture for the purpose of seeing a person by flag of truce. This was not, however, accomplished. Of course he had to come ashore in a skiff", and after he had done his business the wind was so high the Dutchman who took him ashore dare not venture to return him on board. The night following the militia had lined the shore, so that no attempt would be made with safety, consequently he was furnished, ai'ter changing his clothes, with a *-1 l -1 /""I? A 1 continental nurse uuu vjreu. atiiuiu b poos, auu was to take a route by Peekskill,Crumpound, Pinesbridge, Sing Sing, Tarrytown, etc., to New York. Nothing occurred to disturb him on his route until he arrived at the last place, except at Crumpound.- He told me his hair stood erect and his heart was in his mouth on meeting Col. Samuel B. Webb, of our army, plump in the face. An acquaintance of his said that Col. Stoddert knew him and he thought that he was gone, but they kejit moving along, and soon passed each other. He then thought himself past all danger, and, while ruminating on his good luck and hairbreadth escapes, he was assailed by three bush men near Tarrytown, who ordered him to stand. He said to them, 'I hope, gentlemen, you belong to the lower party.' 'We do,' says one. 'So do I,' says he, 'and by the token of this ling and key you will let me pass. I am a British officer on business of importance, and must not be detained.' "One of them took his watch from him, and then ordered him to dismount. The moment that was done he said he found he was mistaken ; he must shift his tone. He says : 'I am happy, gentlemen, to find I am mistaken?you belong to the upper party and so do I; and to convince you of it, here is General Arnold's pass,' handing it to them. 'Damn Arnold's pass,' said they. 'You said you were a British officer. Where is your money?' 'Gentlemen, I have none about me,' he replied. 'You a British officer, pooh ! A gold watch and no money! Let us search him.' They did so, but found none. Says one: 'He has his money in his boots; let's have them off and see.' They took off bis boots and there they found his papers, but no money. They then examined his saddle but found none. He said he saw they had such a thirst for money, he would put them in a way to get it if they would be directed by him. They answered him in this way: 'If we deliver you at King's Bridge, we shall be sent to the sugar-house and you will save your money.' He says: 'If you will not trust my honor, two of you may stay with me and one shall go with the letter I will write. Name your sum.' The sum was agreed upon, but I cannot recollect whether it was five hundred or one thousand guineas, but the latter, I think, was the sum. They held a conenltnfinn for n Inner time, and finally told V?.VMW.VM ? D / *> him if he wrote a party would be sent out aud take them, and then they shall all be prisoners. They said they had concluded to take him to the commanding officer on the lines. They did so, and retained the watch until General Washington sent for them to Tapan, when the watch was restored to Maj. AndrC*. "Thus, you see, had* money been at command after the imprudent confession of Maj. Andr6, or any security given that the British would have put confidence in, he might have passed on to Sir Henry Clinton's headquarters with all his papers and Arnold's pass into the bargain. I do not recollect to have seen a true statement of this business in any history that has fallen into my hands. If my memory serves me, Arnold solicited and obtained the command of West Point in consequence of his being an invalid, and the reason why his negotiation was not completed by flag of truce, I will state what General Washington told the French ambassador, Lucerne. He stated on his route to Hartford that he dined with General Arnold at Haverstraw at Joshua Smith's, where Arnold and Andr6 met. General Arnold showed him a letter from General Robinson directed to General Israel Putnam, an officer commanding West Point, requesting an interview by flag of truce on business of the first importance to the United States. General Arnold asked General Washington if he should go and hear what he had to say. General Washington replied that it would be very improper for the commander-in-chief of a post to meet any | body himself. Jtie could send a trusty nana if he thought proper. But, he added, I had no more suspicion of Arnold than I had of myself. This accounts for Major Andres failure to negotiate by flag, and his subsequent movements. "I have thus complied with your request, giving you such facls, by what I had from the mouth of Major Andr6, and what I heard General Washington tell the French minister soon after the execution of Andr6." departed" glories. General Charles G. Dalgren, late of the Confederate army, a connection of the late Mrs. Dorsey, who Iihs enriched Jeff Davis by her will, tells the following Munchaussenish story of the splendors and exclusiveness of Natchez society in the good old days before the war. Natchez was the home and pride of the cream of the southern aristocracy. It was surrounded by the beautiful homes of the planters, whose broad acres extended up the river for many miles. The finest people on God's earth lived there. Why shouldn't they have been ? They spent money enough to secure every grace and accomplishment, I believe, in the world. The people did not look for money or good clothes especially, although it perhaps required both of these to maintain a position once obtained, but they looked at character. If that was all right in a man he was welcome and was treated warmly and hospitably ; but if he was tested there and not found sound, then he had no hopes of favor. There was a wealthy slave trader who used to come to Natchez with his wife. She was a woman of rare beauty and graceful demeanor, and all that money could buy her was bestowed upon her, but she was ostracised because her husband sold slaves. True, the very planters themselves were guilty of this, but they quieted their conscience with the feeling that they never separated families, but speculating in human flesh was so repugnant to their sensibilities, that there was a perfect loathing of a slave trader. So this poor yet very rich woman came to Natchez, slopped at the very best hotel, and hadn't a particle of society. One morning I met her husband crossing the street, carrying a box in his hand.? "Dalgren," he said, "I am not happy."? "What?" I said, "not happy with all your millions ?" "Oh," he said "money is nothing. I will give you all that is in that box, and I will guarantee that there is 8500,000 there, if you will introduce my wife to the people you know." I passed on. He might as well have asked me to take his wife on a journey to the stars. There were in those days men about Natchez who had incomes varying from $100,000 to 8500,000 a year. Men were accustomed to think and talk on a big scale. When a bank was organized in Natchez there was a dispute about the salary of a cashier, and one gentleman impatiently said he could not waste his time discussing a matter like that, and told the other directors that as their only object in organizing the bank was to get interest on their money, if they would atop talking and hand him over the million dollars capital, he would pay them their interest. I remonstrated one day with my brother-inlaw for endorsing to the extent of $900,000 for a neighboring planter. "Oh," he said what do I care for that amount ? See here is a report; of my sales from Liverpool. The amount is $400,000." One morning I met S. S. Prentiss, going along the street. He was one of the most brilliant lawyers at the bar of bis day, but unfortunately loved his liquor too well. He had a roll of bills of large denomination in his hand and said : "1 just got those for making a three-hours' speech." The fee was $20,000. + * AMERICAN STATE PRIDE. ? - f .i T ji __ m? A correspondent ci tne juonaon ximee, writing about Minnesota, incidentally says: Each State, from rugged Maine to sunny Florida, and from imperial New York to golden California, considers that no other one rivals or excels it. The citizens of each speak as if they had been placed by a kind Providence on the most favored spot of the whole earth, and they regard the stranger who doubts whether their good fortune be wholly exceptional, as a person who is utterly ignorant and inexcusably prejudiced. Indeed, a new comer will ingratiate himself the most easily with the citizens of a particular State if he can look upon all others for the time being, through their spectacles. His wisest course will be to copy the example of the Frenchman ridiculed and stigmatized by the late Gen. Sir Charles Napier. That renowned soldier and eccentric man entertained the conviction that Frenchmen are all hypocrites, and he illustrated this harsh and ungenerous opinion by saying: "If a Frenchman were to go to hell, he would put on an overcoat, compliment the devil on the fineness of the climate, and add that, if anything it was rather chilly." I once said something to a Pennsylvanian, alike laudatory and merited, with regard to his State. He accepted the compliment as a matter of course, and replied : ''That's so ; Pennsylvania is best in ATTAl*n in'nrr" Traveling in Colorado short- I iUtlWJlll.ujj, B ly after the late total eclipse of the sun, I remarked, in the presence of several citizens, it was fortunate that the weather had been so favorable there for the purposes of observation. One of them told me, in reply: "Sir, Colorado can beat the world in eclipses as in everything else." These instances might be multiplied. They all exhibit that pride in one's State which is as notable a characteristic of a United States citizen as pride in his country. When Captain Basil Hall traveled in North America,.he bitterly complained of the pertinacity with which every one demanded his opinion about it, and of the extreme annoyance which was manifested if the reply was not unreservedly complimentary. It is far less common now than in by-gone days for a stranger to be questioned concerning his view of the Republic as a whole, and to be expected to draw a flattering comparison betweeen it and what the ignorant call the effete monarchies of Europe. It is far more probable that he will be asked by the citizens | of one State what he thinks of another, and then, unless he display a little of the French politeness which Sir Charles Napier detested, he will give as much offense as Captain Basil Hall gave when he denied that the United States )vere the only land worth living in. Why Stewart's Bones were Disturbed. A corespondent who resides in Hamilton, Canada, who for many years lived in New York, has a theory of the stealing of the late A. T. Stewart's body, which has never yet been given to the public. It is not only extraordinary, but highly plausible. Many years ago Mr. Stewart became the proprietor of a block of land in New York in which was a closed up cemetery. It was church property, and the deed, which was signed, gave the millionaire immediate and absolute control. Anxious to realize, and true to his ruling passion, Mr. Stewart at once gave orders for the demolition of the old building, and the leveling up of the grave-yard, through the removal of the grave-stones and the usual cemetery attendants. Those who lived in the neighborhood remonstrated and petitioned the great dry goods man-for a few weeks till they could remove their dead. Mr. Stewart declined to stay proceedings, as he wished to turn the property on the market The latters' indignation was aroused, and so much did the petitioners take the matter to heart that several of them were heard time and again to utter the threat that if Stewart cared so little for the dead of others, he himself deserved not a decent burial. Others went further and said that die when the millionaire micht. his remains would not be allowed to remain at rest, as they did not deserve to be, when he cared so little for the dead of others. It is believed these threats are being carried out, and that Stewart's body was removed out of revenge for inhumanity practiced by him whi.e alive. ' A CASE OF STERN JUSTICE. The* indictment on a criminal charge of eight directors of the broken West of England Bank is an evidence of the stringency of the English law in regard to the protection of stockholders in banking institutions; There is no charge of fraud against the indicted directors. It is admitted that when the bank got into difficulties they did not seek to save themselves by selling their shares; but, on the contrary, that they bought more shares in the hope of pulling the bank through, and that they did not use any of the money of the bank for their own private purposes. Personally, they were perfectly clean-handed. Their error was in striving to bolster up two crippled firms to which they had made enormous loans, by which a large amount of money was thrown away in the effort to retrieve that which was already lost. It was an error of judgment and not an act of deliberate wrong-doing. But the English law takes no account of good intention where other parties may suffer from it. The offence for which they are indicted, criminally is that they kept the condition of the bank a secret from the other stockholders, and so involved themselves and their associate stockholders in one common ruin; for by the English law, where the bank is not chartered on the limited liability principle, the stockholders not only suffer the loss of their shares, but each individual stockholder is made liable for the debts of the bank in the event of its failure. The law, in this respect, worked so much hardship in the cade of the Bank of Glasgow, and more recently in that of the West of England Bank, that it was changed at the last session of Parliament, by the passage of a general law, giving any existing bank, without winding up its affairs, the right .1 - ff to reorganize on ine principle or jimiiea liability. It seems hard on the West of England Bank directors that they should not only lose all the amount they held in the shares of the bank and be called upon to make good the losses of the bank to the extent of their private fortunes, but that they should also be arraigned as criminals, on a charge of mismanagement growing out of an over-confidence in their ability to carry the bank through its difficulties. Their fault was that when they found the losses of the bank had absorbed its capital they did not call a meeting of the< stockholders and explain to them its condition, so that either fresh capital might be supplied by new subscriptions, or the bank be put in liquidation. In this case only the loss of the original stock would have ensued. As it was, they went blindly on, piling up other losses which they and their fellow-stockholders have to pay, and it was the wrong thus done to the latter for which an indictment has been found which threatens to land the misguided directors in a convict's cell. The King of the Utes.?Considerable interest has of late been aroused in the Ute Indians of Colorado, and a few facts about their head chief, Ouray, who is an exceptional Indian, and his manner of life, will be interesting. Ouray has had built for him at his place, about ten miles from the Los Pinos agency, on the Uncompahgre River, by the Government, an adobe house, 30 by 40, finished in good style, with American furniture and carpets. He has a farm of three hundred acres inclosed, and over sixty acres under cultivation, in hay, vegetables and grain. The work i& done by Indians and Mexican retainers. His wife takes an active interest in the farm work, and does her full share of the outdoor labor. He has a herd of two hundred horses and mules, and some of them being very fine animals; in addition to the horse stock, he has some cattle and several herds of sheep and goats. His buildings are quite extensive, consisting of a large storehouse, four dwellings, stables, corrals, granaries, <tc. He has a fine family carriage, one of the best that could be purchased, a present from Governor Edward McCook, which, with a stylish team and Mexican driver, makes a conspicuous turn out. The farm operations and business enterprises of Ouray have been very succesful, and prove him to be a shrewd business man. It is the opinion of all who know anything about him, that he desires to adopt entirely the habits and life of the whites, and cut loose from Indian customs, but the innate love of power and prominence makes him cling to his lead-1 ership or chieftainship with a tenacious grasp. During the Council it was observed by General Hatch that Ouray was a born leader, and exhibited diplomatic talents of high order in managing his unruly subjects and dealing with every point and question advanced by the Commission. His age is about 45, and he has one wife and child. _-v?ftl: "X"AY AS 1UU yjv. ?J.1J1S uuviue la am ay a good, but it is specially timely, now that the prospect ahead for work or business looks encouraging, and everybody feels cheerful. How many times have you said to yourself during the past few years, "If I could only get my bills squared up, I never would be caught in this way again," and you have fussed and worried over debts, contracted when times were flush and the prospect of paying seemed fair. Now is a good time to turn over a new leaf, because it is just the time when the temptation to do the same thing again is very strong upon you. If your wages are increased, or you are selling more goods and getting a better profit, you begin to think "now I can buy that new carpet, or chamber set, that my wife wants and can pay for it in a short time." You had better wait until you have paid up all the old bills first. Don't get trusted. Pay for your provisions and groceries as you go along, and husband what you have over. The relief from the old debts will be like the recovery from a boil?you feel better when it is well?and the comfort of feeling that the little pile you accumulate is subject to nobody's lien, is a positive pleasure. Flush times almost invariably lead to speculation, and speculation includes not only the investment in stocks or lands for a rise, but the discounting of the future for anything that you want. The man who buys what he is unable to pay for at the time of the purchase, is mortgaging his life and his labor, and incurring a burden which most likely he will regret. "Pay as you go" is a wise maxim, for yourself honest, and for your neighbor just. Its observance will lighten the cares and burdens of life, sweeten toil, encourage industry, reward honesty, promote good neighborhoods, and induce prosperity. The Cotton Mabket.?The cotton market is not controlled by supply and demand. The sudden rise and fell in the price of the staple cannot be accounted for on any of the common laws of business. If supply and demand regulated the price there would be the same fluctuation in the prices of cotton goods. The whole crop is manipulated and controlled by speculators, who manage it to their own advantage and much to the-loss of the producers. They combine to make money while the planters stand aloof from any combination, and, consequently, are unable to protect themselves. They are obliged to take what they can get without any regard to what the cost of production has been. So the whole crop is consumed and nothing is left'to start on for another year in which the same policy is carried out If the farmers ever mean to protect themselves they had better set about it Congress or the Legislatures of the different States, should enact a law making gambling in cotton futures punishable by fine and imprisonment It is the very worst and most dangerous species of gambling and has ruined many of the most reputable business men in the country. Laws are enacted against card playing, lotteries and other games of chance and rigidly enforced, but there is no way to reach the greatest gamblers of them all, cotton futures. The market can never, be in a healthy condition as long as it is controlled and directed bv the cotton cam biers, who fix the measure ye mete, it sbali be measured to you again." Think of the anxious days and nights your mother has watched by your sick bed; remember her loving care; her patience and long suffering with your fretfulness, and then let the blush of shame dye"* your brow, that you should be impatient or unkind to her now that she is old. Old folks are such a trial! Yes, they know it; they feel it! and so will you be such a trial to your children in the days mat win sureiy wwc, aye, and you will remember, too! Shams.?The Rev. Dr. Macleod, father of Dr. Norman Mcleod, passing through the crowd gathered before the aoor of a new , church he was about to open, was stopped by an elderly man with, "Doctor, if you please, I wish to speak to you. Asked as if he could not wait until after worship he replied that it _ . was a matter on his conscience. "Oh, since ^ it is a matter of conscience, Duncan," said good-natured minister, "I will hear what it is. "Well, Doctor," said Duncan, "the matter l? <- . this: Ye see the clock yonder on the new church. Now there is really no clock therV^^'^?0 only the face of one; there is no truth there, -./'X'x only once in twelve hours; and in my mind that is wrong, very wrong, and quite against the conscience that there should be a lie on the face of the house of the Lord." The Doctor promised to consider the matter. "But," said he, "I'm glad to see ye looking so well, man. Ye're not young. I remember you for many years; but you have a fine head of hair still." "Eh, Doctor," exclaimed the unsuspecting Duncan, "now ye'rC joking; it's long since I had my hair." Dr. Macleod looked shocked, and answered in a tone of reproach : "Oh, Duncan! Duncan! are you going into the house of the Lord with a lie on your head ?" He heard no more of the lie on the face of the clock. Applying the Sermon.?The pastor of a. church in a neighboring State, preached a sermon on the importance of saying "No," and in the course of it dwelt impressively on the moral courage required to use that mono--. syllable at the right time. After the sermon a collection was taken for a very deserving charity. When the congregation was dismissed, a certain man waylaid the pastor in the vestibule and seizing him by the hand, thanked him effusively for the sermon, one of the most effective he had heard. The pastor modestly replied: "I'm glad you think so, but cannot see why you should. rnrvlin/1 tKn man T umnf in. to church I was fully determined to give five dollars to that charity, but your sermon impressed me so deeply that I found courage .to resist the temptation, and let the plate passer go by with an emphatic 'No.'" Premature Women.?When girls midway in their teens throw off* their natural, girlish habits and attire, don long skirts, shoot up their hair, and effect the airs and dress of young women, they wou'd be surprised to know what their elders really think of the improvements. One such miss went to the depot recently to meet an aged friend of the family and was surprised to find herself not recognized upon greeting the stranger as she stepped from the car. ".Don't you know me, aunty ?" "Why, this isn't Maria, is it?" "Certainly; don't you think I look better than I did last Summer when you were here ?" "No," replied the honest soul, looking the girl over, "to tell you the truth I don't. Go home and letdown your hair, and be young while you can for it will not be many years before you will be glad enough to have people take you for a girl." the price of the staple before it is ever planted and rob the planters under the sanction, or at least, by permission of the laws. If men were honest like they used to be, and were content to get rich by the ordinary methods of trade, there might not be so much glitter and show, but there would certainly be more substantial prosperity.?Abbeville Medium. Done Helping Them.?"I have done helping them," said an old farmer, speaking of his sons. "I gave them a start, but they managed badly and made losses. And my daughters all married well; their husbands are mechanics who made high wages?three' or four dollars a day?in prosperous times; but they spent it as fast as they made it, and thought nothing of going on a frolic that cost them twentv-five dollars, and now they are oat of work and for a longtime past I have been paying their rent; but I have done help* i'ng them now, for, with the sickness I have had in my family, the money I had saved is about used up, and I have only the farm left. This man lived the opposite course frpra that of his sons and sons-in-law. He haaerijoyed life rationally, but had carefully proEortioned his expenses to his income, always eeping the income the larger of the two. The result was that he had been able to relieve the necessities of his sons and sons-inlaw when their own improvidence had reduced them to the verge of want. The example of these young men should serve as a warning. It is an example to be ' shunned, while that of the old farmer is worthy of every young man's imitation. Whatever your income, carefully and scrupulously, with undeviating regularity, lay aside a small1, percentage of it, and it may some day prove a source of the greatest relief to yourself and to those you love. The Old Folks.?Do young people ever think that they will be old; that tney will soon feel that the grasshopper is a burden and . * fear is in the way? Only a few short years ago that aged man and feeble woman were young, strong and full of life; their young hearts were gushing with tenderness and care for the little ones who now stand in their places. Do not jostle that aged; couple out of your pathway, but rather lift them with tender care over the rough declining road. You may have forgotten how they kept your tender feet from stumbling, and with what care they watched your advancing steps. But they have not forgotten, and the time will, come when you are forcibly reminded o. it, by the love you have for your own little ones. Will they hand you the same bitter cup to drink that you put out for that aged father and stricken mother ? Verily, "with