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?.__________________________ HOYT & CO., Proprietors. ANDERSON 0. H., S. 0., THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 3, 1871. VOLUME VH?NO. 5. MARRIED LIFE. ITS EO?ANCE AND REALITY. Marriage, which most girls consider the sole aim of their existence and the end of all their anxieties, is often the beginning of a set of troubles which none among them expect, and which, when they come, very few accent with the dignity of patience or the reasonableness of common sense. Hitherto the man has been the suitor, the wooer; it has been his to make love, to utter extravagant professions, to talk poetry and romance of an eminently unbeara? ble kind, and to swear that feelings which by the very nature of things it is impossible to maintain at their present state of heart will be as lasting as life itself, and never know subsi? dence or dimunition. And girls believe all that lovers tell them. They believe in the ab? sorption of the man's whole life in the love which, at the most, cannot be more than a part of his life; they believe that things will go on forever as they nave began, and that the fire and fervor of passion will never cool down to the more manageable warmth of friendship. And in this belief of theirs lies the rock on 'which not a few make such pitiful shipwrecks of their married happiness. They expect their husbands to remain always lovers. Rot lovers only in the best sense, which, of course, all happy husbands are at the end of time, but lovers, as in the old fond, foolish, courting days. They expect a continuance of the romance, the poetry, the exaggeration, the microscopic at? tentions, the absorption of thought and inter? est, the centralization of his happiness in her ? society, just as in the days when she was still to he won, or a little later, when being won, she was new in the wearing. And as we said before, a wife's first trial, and her greatest, is when her husband begins to leave off this kind of fervid love-making, and settles down into the tranquil friend instead. It is in the nature of most women to require continual assurances, just as it is with children ; and very few believe in a love which is not fre auently expressed; while the ability to trust in le vital warmth of an affection that has lost its early feverishness is the mark of a higher wisdom than most of them possess. To make them thoroughly happy a man must always be at their feet; and they are jealous of every? thing?even of his work?that takes him away from them, or gives him occasiou for thought and interest outside themselves. They are rarely able to rise to the height of married friendship; and if they belong to a reticent and quiet-looking man?a man who says "I love you" once for all, and theu contents him? self by living a life of loyalty and kindness, and not talking about it?they fret at what they call his coolness, and feel themselves shorn of half their glory and more than half their dues. They refuse to believe in that which is not dai? ly repeated; they want the incense of flatten', the excitement of love-making ; and if these desires are not ministered to by their husbands, the danger is that they will get some one else to "understand" them, and feed the sentimen? tality which dies of inanition in the quiet ser? enity of home. Moonlights, and a bouquet of the earliest flowers carefully arranged and ten? derly presented, and the chauging lights on the mountain tops r.nd the exquisite song of the nightingale?at 2 o'clock in the morning?and all the rest of those vague and suggestive de? lights which once made the meeting-places of souls, and furnished occasion for delicious ra? vings, become, by time and use, and the wear? ing realities of business, and the crowding pressure of anxieties, puerile and annoying to the ordinary man, who is not a poet by "nature. *'When all the world was young" by reason of Iiis own youth, and the fever of the love-ma? king time was on him, he was quite as roman? tic as his wife. But now he is sobering down ; life is fast becoming a very prosaic pleasure, divested of romance; he pooh-poohs her fond remembrances of bygone follies, and prefers his pipe in the warm library to a station by the open window, watching sunset because it looks as it did on that evening, and shivering with incipient catarrh. All this is very dreadful to her; women, unfortunately for themselves, re? maining young and keeping hold much longer than men do. The first defection of this kind is a pang the young wife never forgets; but she has many more, and yet more bitter ones, when the de? fection takes a personal shape, and some pretty little attention is carelessly received without its due reward of loving thanks. Perhaps some usual form of caress is omitted in the hurry of the morning's work, or some gloomy anticipa? tion of professional trouble makes him oblivious of her presence, or, fretted by her importunate attentions, he buries himself in a book, more to escape being spoken to than for the book's own merits. Many a woman has gone into her room and had a "good cry" because her hus? band called her by her baptismal name, and not by some absurb nickname invented in the days of their folly; or, because pressed for time, he hurried out of the house without go? ing through the established formula of leave flaking. The lover has merged in the husband; itecunty has taken the place of wooing; and the woman does not take kindly to the transforma? tion. Sometimes she plays a dangerous game, jind tries what flirting with other men wi 11 do. If her scheme doe3 not work, and her husband is not made iealous, she is revolted, and holds herself that hardly-used being, a neglected wife. She cannot accept as a compliment the quiet trust which certain cool-headed men of a loyal land place in their wives; and his tolerance of her flirting manner?which he takes to be man? lier only, with no evil in it, and with which, though he may not especially like it, he docs not interfere?seems to her indifference rather than tolerance. Yet the confidence implied in his forbearance is, in point of a fact, a compli? ment worth all the petita xoina ever invented, though his hearty faith is just the thiag that annoys her, and which she stigmatizes as neg? lect. If she were to go far enough, she would find out her mistake. Rut by that time she would have gone too far to profit by her expe? rience. Nothing is more annoying than this display of affection which some husbands and wives show to each other in society. That familiarity of touch, those half-concealed carcs*cs. those absurd names, that prodigality of tender epi? thets, that devoted attention which they flaunt in the face of the public as a kind of challenge to the world at large to come and admire their happiness, is always noticed and laughed at. Yet to Kimc women this parade of love is the very essence of married happiness and part of their dearest privileges. They believe them? selves admired and envied, when they are ridi? culed and scoffed at; and they think their hus? bands are models for other men to copy, when they are taken as examples for nil to avoid.? Men who have any real manliness, however, do not give in to these kind of things; though there are some as affectionate and gushing as women themselves, who like this sloppy effu? siveness of love and carry it on into quite old age, fondling the ancient grandmother with gray hair as lavishly as they hud fondled the youthful bride, and seeing no want of harmony in calling a withered old dame of GO and up? ward by the net names by which they had called hex when ,Lo wag u girl of 1?. The coiilinu-' ance of love from youth to old age is very love? ly, very cheering; but even "John Anderson my Joe" would lose his pathos if Mrs. Ander? son had ignored the difference between the ra? ven locks and the snowy brow. This public display of familiar affection is never seen among men who pride themselves in making Sood lovers; as certain men do?those who ave reduced the practice of love-making to an art, a science, and know their lesson to a letter. These men are delightful to women, who like nothing so much as being made love to, as well after marriage as before; but men who take matters quietly, and rely on the good sense of their wives to make matters quietly too, sail around these scientific adorers for both depth and manliness. And if women knew their best interests they would care more for the truth than the science. All that excess of flattering and petting of which women are so fond becomes a bore to a man if required as part of the daily habit of life. Out in the world as he is, harassed by anxieties of which she knows nothing, home is emphatically his place of rest, where his wife is his friend that knows his mind, where he may be himself without fear of offending, and relax the strain that must be kept up out of doors; where he may feel himself safe, under? stood, and at ease. And some women, and these by no means the coldest or the least lov? ing, are wise enough to understand this need of rest in the man's harder life, and, accepting the quiet of security as part of the conditions of marriage, content themslves with the undemon? strative love into which the fever of passion has subsided. Others fret over it, and make themselves and their husbands wretched, be? cause they cannot believe in that which is not forever paraded before their eyes. Yet what kind of home is it for the man if he has to walk as if on eggshells, every moment afraid of wounding the susceptibilities of a woman who will take nothing on trust, and who has to be continually assured that he still loves her, be? fore she will believe that to-day is as yesterday ? Of one thing she may be certain; no wife who understands what is the best kind of marriage demands these continual attentions, which, voluntary offerings of the lover, become en? forced tribute from the husband. She knows that as a wife, whom it is not necessary to court, or flatter, she has a nobler place than that which is expressed by the attentions paid to a mistress. Wifehood, like all assured con? ditions, does not need to be buttressed up; but a less certain position must be supported from the outside, and an insecure self-respect and uncertain holding must be perpetually strength? ened and re-assured. Women who cannot live happily without being made love to are more like mistresses than wives; and come but badly off in the great struggles of life and the cruel handling of time. Placing all their happiness in things which cannot continue, they let slip that which lies in their hands, and in their de? sire to retain tho romantic position of lovers lose the sweet security of wives. Perhaps if they had higher aims in life than those with which they make shift to satisfy themselves, they would not let themselves sink to the level of this folly, and would understand better than they do now the worth of^realitics, as contrast? ed with appearances. And yet we cannot but pity the poor, weak, craving souls who long so pitifully the freshness of the morning to con? tinue far into the day and evening, who cling so tenaciously to the fleeting romance of youth. They are taken by the glitter of things?love making among the rest; and the man who is showiest in his affection, who can express it with most color, and paint it, so to speak, with the minutest touches, is the man whose love seems to them the most trust-worthy and the most intense. They often make the mistake of confounding this show with the substance, of trusting to pictorial expression rather than to solid lacts. And they often make the mis? take of cloying their husbands with personal, half-childish caresses, which were all very well in the early days, but wliich become tiresome as time goes on and the gravity of life deepens. And then when the man either quietly keeps them off, or brusquely repels them, they are hurt and miserable, and think tho whole hap? piness of their lives is dead, and all that makes marriage beautiful at an end. What is to be done to balance things evenly in this unequal world of sex? What, indeea, is to be done at any time to reconcile strength with weakness, and to givo each its due ? One thing, at least, is sure. The more thoroughly women learn the true nature of men, the fewer mistakes they will make and the less unhapniness they will create for themselves; and the more patient men are with hysterical excitability, the rest? less craving, which nature -or some purpose, at present unknown, has made the special tem? perament of women, the fewer femmes incrm pr'uses there will be in married happiness. All one's theories of domestic life come down at last to the give and take system, to bearing and meeting halfway idiosyncrasies which one does not personally share. Eqjtalto the Emergency? On Tuesday last, policeman McNulty. of Philadelphia, was torn sadly by a conflict bo^prcen modesty and duty, but duty dragged him at last from her rival, and placed him in an embarrassing yet honorable position. At the South street bath? house there are "male" and "female" days, and Wednesday was of the latter sort. The bath-house was filled with such naiads as Phil? adelphia, that city of beauties, alone can pro? duce, Not one of them was dressed?even in a lace collar. Now the floor of the natatorium is an inclined plane, and a little girl tumbled into a place too deep for her, and was in im? minent danger of drowning. Of course, when such a crisis came, the ladies could only wring their hands and scream for help. Policeman McNulty heard that scream. For an instant he hesitated. Modesty caught him by the coat tail and shrieked : "Da! shame!" and had she been classical would have spoken of the fate of Act;eon. Duty caught him by the collar; said little, but gave him a raise up to the bath-house window, and then, with a coup de pied, sent him head first in among the pink beauties who shrunk, yet feared to fly. They pointed to the snot where little Mary Wilson had sunk "for the third time," and in he plunged boldly, re? gardless of all save virtue and his duty. The child was saved, and when Mr. McNulty looked up he saw but retreating forms and dripping heads?the latter protruding from, the former just entering the bathing-rooms. What General Toomrs Said to the Tm btjne Man.?The Albany Newt says when Gen? eral Toombs was in Atlanta recently, in con? versation wiih several friends, a lady "asked: "Gen. Toombs, did you say half the terrible things .Mr. Smalley reported "to the New York Tribune f" "Madam," replied Mr. Toombs, "the scoun? drel did not say half J did tell him to say.? I told him to be particular to sny to his people that they had stolen the graves of their hire? lings; stolen that from an old woman?a lame old woman?who had not the power to commit treason?the grand-daughter of Martha Wash? ington." ? The great "souses" taker?Uraudy aud water. From the Rural Carolinian for August* How to Encourage Immigration. I very much regret to learn from the address to the German Society of Charleston, that the Society has been called upon to assist German emigrants to Newberry to get off to Walhalla, in the upper part of the State, or to leave the State altogether for the West. When I left home, a year and a half ago, I hoped that the land-owners in Newberry had their eyes suffi? ciently opened to the necessity of introducing intelligent and skilled labor from abroad to have caused them to make the little nucleus of Germans they had received contented at any hazard, as an inducement to others to follow. But it seems, from thiB report, that I was mis? taken. Our land owners have yet to learn, what it seems ought to be manifest to the most short-sighted, that if we would encourage emi? gration we must give the emigrant an oppor? tunity of bettering his condition. It is the height of folly to suppose that Germans, or any other class of emigrants, will leave their old homes, and friends, and all that is dear to them, and be content lo settle down in South Caroli? na as day laborers, and live on bacon and corn bread. Everybody makes loud professions of being anxious to induce emigrants to come into our State. If we really desire it, we must of? fer opportunities for procuring land and per? manent homes to those who come. This brings me to one of the suggestions I desire to make. It is that it would be a profi? table investment to all our large land-owners to divide their lands into small tracts and ac? tually give away, or sell at very low prices, al? ternate tracts to permanent settlers from the North or from Europe. I have no doubt, if we could increase the population of South Car olina; within the next five or ten years, twenty to thirty per cent., with industrious emigrants, that the prices of our lands would be enhanced to more than double their present value. Would not our land-owners in this way be more than compensated for giving twenty to thirty per cent, of their lands ? We ought to have an immigration society in every county, with an energetic central society in Charleston. Our planters should subscribe alternate sec? tions of their lands to the society, and fix con? ditions, one of which should be fixed residence for, at any rate, a number of years, on the part of the emigrant to whom it was given or sold. Some arrangement should be made to facilitate the procuring of supplies at reasonable rates for tue first lew months. With such induce? ments, I believe we could get emigrants in large numbers. I believe intclligcntNorthern ers and?Europeacs would settle among us per? manently, be contented and prosperous, and in a few years relieve us of most of the terrible evils we are now suffering from. I have a special reason for offering these sug estious at the present time. Peace i3 conclu ed between Germany and France. The his? tory of emigration to the United States shows that it is always greatest for the two, three or four years after a great war. The wars of '48 '49 sent us the heavy emigration of '50-'?4. The great war of 'GG sent us the hundreds of thousands of Germans of the last three years. The great war of '70 will send us hundreds of thousands more for the next five years. Shall not we of the South make some effort to profit by it? I am well aware that the tide of Ger? man emigration flows so strongly to the west? ward that it is difficult to turn its course or even to snatch individuals from the current. But two populous and highly enlightened prov? inces are being torn violently lrom France, against the almost unanimous sentiments of the people. Emigration will most likely be heaviest, for the next few years, from Alsace and Lorraine, and they will rather avoid than seek the German current. Besides, they will naturally seek a more Southern climate, Here seems to me to he a chance for Virginia and the Carolinas, Kentucky aud Tcunessee, that ought not to be lost. Emigrants from those provinces would be all we could desire. They would be cultivators of the soil, wine-growers, tobacco-growers, manufacturers, etc., all that we need to make our State prosperous. They would have all the industry and thrift of the German, but would suit ua much better on ac? count of the climate. I trust some earnest ef? fort will be made to profit by this opportunity. But I would repeat, and urge it upon every one, that all will be useless unless we can offer the emigrants reasonable facilities for procu? ring permanent homes. B. 0. D. The Ku Klux Coadiittee.?The Yorkville Enquirer, of the 27th ulk, says: "The sub-Outrage Committee, consisting of Messrs. Scott, Stevenson and Van Trump, reached this place on Saturday last, accompa? nied by A. S. Wallace, M. C. from this District. As much effort had previously been made to prepare suitable cases for them, the committee were ready to go vigorously to work early on Monday morning; and the early part of the day was occupied in the examination of sever? al young men of this town. In the afternoon, Hon. W. D. Simpson and Col. B. W. Ball, of Laurens, after having obeyed summons to meet the committee at various points, obtained an examination, and left early on Tuesday morn? ing for home.. The second day was opened by continuing the examination of persons from this town and the surrounding country. The street reports are to the effect that the persis? tence of the majority of the committee?aided by the military and other influences equally po? tent?had been rewarded by the discovery of a witness who had made out a capital case for the next Republican campaign document.? This witness, it is reported, stated in substance to the committee that he know a number of persons who had been engaged in the Ku Klux outrages; and gave the names of eighteen gen? tlemen from this vicinity?persons of high re? spectability. These eighteen hud performed a wonderful amount of deviltry; had most of tliem been present at the murder of the negro, Anderson Brown, which occurcd last winter, four miles from this place; and many of them were also the murderers of the militia captain, Jim llaiucv, occurring shortly afterward, in the Bcthesfla neighborhood, ten miles below here. They had also raided on Rose's hotel, the Probato off.ee, and done other crimes equal? ly heinous. The witness also admitted, on a cross-examination, that he had stolen a horse, a quantity of bacon and tobacco from his em? ployer, and was generally "a bad man." His name is William K. Owens, and he has been employed for some time in the coach factory of Messrs. Kerr & Roach. The statements of this witness were so palpably false in every partic? ular as to cause little concern to those whoso names he has used in his history; but at the same time, it is sufficiently credible, perhaps, for all the purposes for which the testimony is wanted at Washington. "It is announced that the committee will close their work here, to day, (Wednesday) and dissolve until September, when many of the unexamincd witnesses will be called to Wash? ington, and their testimony taken in time to finish up the investigation before the meeting of Congress. Thus far, no arrests of suspected persons have been made at this place." ? Deauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder. Incidents of the Tornado in "Western Mis? souri. The St. Joseph (Mo.) Gazette gives a lengthy account of the terrible tornado which visited that section on the 15th of July, and from the particulars in relation to the great destruction of property and loss of life, we gather the fol? lowing incidents: By far the most painful occurrence of the night, and which was really heart-rending, was the killing by lightning of Mrs. Lucy Lovell and Mr. Henry R. Blakemore, at the residence ?f ThomaB Kiger, about five miles south of the city, near Saxton's station, on the Hannibal and St. Joseph Railroad. The house is two stories high, with three principal rooms and a hall on each floor. When the storm came on Mrs. Lovell was up stairs in one of the back rooms of the house reading the Bible to her little daughters. The windows of the room having blown open, she took her children and ran down stairs with them, and passing from the hall door to the bedroom adjoining, put them on the bed and kneeled by the side. In this position she was killed. Young Blake? more also came from the second floor and was yet in the hall. The bolt which killed them came down a chimney in the centre of the house and followed the partition between the hall and the bedroom in which Mrs. Lovell had placed her children. The electricity followed the walls and partitions, and literally shivered to atoms the doors and articles of furniture contiguous. In the room in which Mrs. Lovell lost her life were Mr. Kiger, who was severely and painfully injured, but not fatally as yester? day revealed; also Mrs: Kiger, who wasslighly scorched. A younger brother of Mr. H7 R. Blakemore was also above stairs, but had not yet descended. There were also in the house at the time, in other rooms, Mr. Phil. Helsley and Mr. Chrisman, who were both more or less shocked, the latter not recovering for some time. The plain fact is, there is scarcely a person who dia not sustain more or less damage. Cellars were filled with water, and goods there were in? jured by the volumes of water that poured down the streets ; shade-trees planted years ago, nur? tured with care and pointed to with pride, were torn up by the roots and dashed to the ground ; fruit trees, loaded with delicious fruit, upon which a rich feast had been anticipated, shared the same fate; gardens that had been cultiva? ted with care, and promised an abundant yield, were leveled to the ground, and in many in? stances the products torn up by the roots. Signs around the city were changed in a man? ner calculated to startle their owners. One be? longing to a leading physician was carried four squares and landed in front of an undertaker's; another, bclongingtoacriminal lawyer, brought up in front of the station-house; while still a third, which had swuDg for years in front of one of our banks, stood promi nently before Gus Vcrhein's barber-shop yesterday morning. Peo? ple stared and smiled as they passed down the streets, and the owners of the signs wondered how such things could "come by chance." To undertake to enumerate the various chimneys blown down would be an impossibility. Although the storm did not extend very far west, quite a gale seems to have visited Nemaha County, Kansas, resulting in a terrible accident, the particulars of which we gather from J. E. Taylor, Esq., one of the leading attorneys of Seneca, who arrived in the city yesterday. About a mile and a half southwest of Seneca a man named Wcstfall, some G5 years old, resi? ded, with his two daughters, one .'iged 30 years, and the other 12. A quiet, good citizen, he had pursued the even tenor of his way, and won the esteem ot all that knew him. Early yesterday morning one of the neighbors noticed that the house in which the old man resided was blown down. He started over to the place. As he approached the spot no signs of life were visi? ble. He wedged his way in among the ruins of the fallen house only to witness a spectacle that Was calculated to chill the blood with horror. Buried beneath a mass of fall timbers lay the old man, his gray hairs clotted with blood, his features contorted with pain, and each of his arms encircled around one of his children. He was lying near the door of the cellar, having evidently endeavored to reach that place to es? cape the terrors of the elements without. True to the instinct which God had implanted in the parent's breast, in the very last moment hehad not forgotten the loved ones of his household, but gathered them in his arms, determined that all should live or die together. The youngest child was dead?her features covered with blood, and her hair tangled in the ruins that lay scat? tered around. The eldest daughter still lived, but crushed and bruised and bleeding, could only murmur these words, "Help me, friends; I am dying," and expired in a few moments. In a very short time a number of the neighbors assembied; the bodies were removed from the ruins and conveyed to a neighboring house. During the morning scores of neighbors called to gaze upon the sad spectacle, and in the af? ternoon the remains ol the old man and his two children were followed to the grave by a large concourse of people. The sad affair has thrown a gloom over the entire neighborhood. A Grievous Wrono.?There is the soundest common sense in the following paragraph from the Manufacturer and Jiuilder: Why is. it that there is such a repugnance on the part of parents to putting their sons to a trade ? A skilled mechanic is an independent man. Go where he will his craft will bring him a support. He need ask favors of none. He has literally his fortune in his own hands. Yet foolish parents?ambitious that their sons should "rise in the world" as they say?arc more willing that they should study for a pro? fession, with the chances of even moderate suc? cess heavily against them, or run the risk of spending their days in the ignoble task of re? tailing drygoods, or of toiling at the account? ant's desk, than learn a trade which gives them manly strength, health and independence. In point of fact, the method they choose is the one least likely to achieve the advancement aimed at, for the supply of candidates for "errand boys," drygoods e.lerks and kindred occupations is notoriously over-stocked ; while on the other hand, the demand for really skilled mechanics of every description is as notoriously beyond supply. The crying need of the country to-day is for skilled labor; and that father who neg? lect* to provide his son with a useful trade, and to see that he thoroughly masters it, docs him agrievous wrong and runs the risk of helping by so much to increase the stock of idle ami dependent, if not vicious members of society. It is stated in the report of the Prison Associa? tion lately issued, that of fourteen thousand five hundred and ninety prisoners confined in the thirty States in iS(i7, seventy-seven per cent., or over ten thousand of the number nev? er learned a trade. The fact conveys a lesson of profound interest to those who have in charge the training of boys, and girls, too, for the active duties of life. A New Version.?A boy in school was reading a lesson from the Bible in that delib? erate fashion so usnal"with chaps of six, and when he came to the passage, "Keep thy tongue from evil and thy lips from guile," drawled out, with a decided emphasis, ''Keen?thy?tongue from evil; aud thy lips from?lroin?ijirls:'1 Ali Awful Tragedy near Savannah, Ga. The Savannah News says that the most aw? ful and appalling tragedy that has stirred the hearts of any community in this section for many a year, if ever before, occurred in Effing ham county, about two miles above No. 3J, on the Central Railroad, about 3 o'clock Monday morning, 24th of July. Mrs. Ash, the wife of John H. Adh, formerly of Savannah, killed her three little children, and afterwards committed suicide by adminis? tering a sufficient quantity of strychnine to produce almost instantaneous death. It appears from what we could learn from a gentleman who was an eye witness to the hor? rifying scene, that Mrs. Ash, formerly Miss Laura Dasher, of Effingham county, has for a short time past been slightly deranged, at least 3he was suspected of being in this condition from certain singular appearances and conduct noticeable to those nearest her and in most continuous association with her. Ilowever, nothing serious was apprehended, except that her husband felt a little anxious about her, and communicated with her brothers on the subject. This was all. No more serious ap prehension was felt, although her husband con? tinued to keep a strict watch over her conduct. A short time previous he had purchased a small bottle of strychnine for the purpose of destroy? ing the rats and dogs that were rapidly killing off their poultry. This he secreted in the night time, taking the precaution to lock it up in an old bureau drawer, hiding the key in a place least likely to be discovered by his wife, no other person in the house knowing cf the hiding place. Sunday night all went to bed as usual, though before retiring Mrs. Ash sat down and wrote a long letter, to whom we could not ascertain; her husband read the letter, but did not sus? pect anything, although it contained au ac? count of her feelings towards certain members of her family, with whom there was some un? pleasantness. Mr. Ash took all three of the children in bed with himself and his wife. Mr. George Patterson, a friend and relative of Mrs. Ash's, occupied au adjoining room. About 3 o'clock Monday morning, he and Mr. Ash were aroused by "the cries of two of the children, and entering the room found Mrs. Ash in the act of taking a spoon from the mouth of the oldest child, a little girl, who had struggled and resisted until her cries awoke her father and his friend, both of whom feeling alarmed, asked her what she was doing. She replied, "only giving the children a little pow? der, and I am afraid that I have not given them enough." They begged and entreated her to tell them what she had given them?Mr. j Ash tasting the powder which he discovered on the mouth of one of the children, discovered that it was quite bitter. She finally took him to the bureau drawer and showed him the bot? tle of strychnine from which she had dosed herself first, and then each one of her three little ones. It was but a short time after this before the mother, a young woman about twen? ty-five years old, and her three interesting lit? tle children, two girls and one boy, were lying stiff and cold in the arms of death. Dying in rapid succession, one after the other, the moth? er, although the first to take the poison, lived to sec her children all die, and then followed them herself. It is said the struggles of the poor little creatures were awful, the oldest fal? ling backwards was drawn together in such a manner that her head and feet nearly touched each other. The afflicted father held his little ones and his wife in his arms till they breathed their last. The time was too short from the discovery of the deed to procure any aid, although a phy? sician was immediately sent for. He arrived in time to save the father, who, in his efforts to discover what the drug was, had swallowed enough to render his condition dangerous. Mr. Patterson came to Savannah to procure coffins to bury the dead, and as soon as he returns an inquest will be held previous to the interment. Romance of Railroading.?A writer in a late number of Putnam's Magazine gives us this enticing description of a trip across the conti? nent per rail: "The perfection of American railway travel? ing is found on that greatest of roads known to the world, the Pacinc Railroad. The lucky holder of a through ticket in one of the so called Pullman cars, who finds, within the same coach, his seat by day and his couch by night, aud a restaurant where he may either pay a sum of money for all his meals during the journey, or order each time what he choose?, has a rare opportunity of enjoying the luxury of traveling in his fullest extent. As the train carries him swiftly along he sees every phase of civilization unrolled as in a vast panorama ?before his eye ; here in the East, the large city, j with all the evidences of highest culture and greatest wealth; then the borderland, where I the new settler and the equatter bring their ! cheerful sacrifice of a hard life's work for the benefit of the coining generation; next the an abundance of animal life, while the emi? grant's slow oxen and the Indian's shaggy po? ny eye each other suspiciously, and their mas? ters represent, in striking contrast, the dying race of the owner of the soil and the undaunt? ed energy of the unsurpcr. Then be catches a glimpse at the strange Prophet's home, who rules like Mohammed over a host of deluded beings, which he has drawn to him across the vast ocean and the great prairies of the New World, from the very centres of civilization and the remotest corners of Europe. He rises from his comfortable dinner and smokes his cigar as he climbs the Rocky Mountains, with their weird canons and their snow-covered heights, and when he awakes again, he finds himself on the Pacific slope, soon to sec the Golden Gale, opening before him upon the still waters of another ocean." Pores.?What constitutes a bore ? What combination of qualifies goes to make up that scourge of civilization ? A total lack of hu? mor, we should say, and of that sympathetic power which enables a person to sec, as if by instinct, whether he or his conversation be agreeable to the listener, joined sometimes to intense egotism, though this last is not a nec? essary ingredient in the bore's character, exeept in so far as it is connected with want of sym? pathy. The essence of the bore is the absence of the sympathetic power. This by no means implies tho absence of sympathetic power.? The two are quite distinct. A person may bore one to death with sympathy, by offering it at the wrong time. A bore has no tact. This is why the masculine bore so largely predominates over the feminine. Women, as a rule, have more tact than men. They are more sympa? thetic, too, their liner sensibilities enabling them to feel flic pulse, as it were, of the indi? vidual with whom they are conversing, or the society in which they are mixing. Put, though the feminine type is rarer than the masculine, it is infinitely the worse of the two. The rari? ty is more than compensated for by the inten? sity. ? ma * mm ? An exchange, wanting to compliment a "live stock journal.'' says it is edited by a man whose head is full of live stock. primeval forest and the boundless ith Extinguishing Burning Clothes. There are few accidents more terrible than the setting fire to the loose vestments worn by women. Instantly the lower part of the dress is ignited the flames rush upward with great velocity, and the whole of the garments are in? volved in the conflagration. Even if almost immediately extinguished, so large a portion of the akin is scorched that death often ensues from the shock to the system, though perhaps the actual injury does not appear to be se? vere. The first impulse of the victim is to rush about shrieking for help; the second to open the door, if possible, and run along the pasi sages out into the open air, thus fanning the flame to the utmost. No line of action could be more fatal in its consequences. It cannot be too constantly borne in mind that the only safety is to fall down quickly on the floor; if a small portion of the dress only is ignited, it mav be put out by thrusting it under the body and by rolling upon it. By rolling over and over the person on fire is comparatively safe, as the flames ascend away from the body, and thus do comparatively little damage. The course of action for by-stauders is evi dent; it is to seize any woolen covering near at hand, as a blanket, shawl, hearth-rug, coat, or curtain, throw it instantly around the suf? ferer, and roll her on the floor in its folds/?? Scores of lives have been saved by by-standers taking olf their coats, and instantly extinguish? ing the flames in this manner. As soon as the victim is on the ground the greatest danger" is over; the flames no longer rise to the face, and the breathing of the overheated air, which is always fatal, is prevented. It "may be asked, what is the best treatment to be adopted for the sufferer before the arrival of medical aid. If the burn is severe, the pa* tient should be laid in a bed and the clothes removed with as little disturbance as possible} they should, if requisite, be cut off, so as to avoid the slightest injury to the burned surface* Then, to exclude the air, some application is requisite; cotton wool does very well, but the simplest, the nearest to hand, the most easily1 applied, and certainly one of the most effica? cious, is flour, profusely dredged on out of a common flour-dredger. It cannot be too strongly borne in mind that cold water or other cold applications to an ex? tensive burn are fatal. Persons suffering from burns rarely die from the immediate injury; the cause of death is either the shock to the system or congestion of the lungs, both of which would be greatly intensified by cold ap? plied to the outer surface of the body. The danger of a burn or scald is not in proportion to its intensity or severity so much as to extent of surface injured; thus S severe burn confined to a small portion of the body is seldom fatal/ A comparatively slight scald extending over a large surface is rarely recovered from. Thus, lamentable accidents often occur from children pulling a cun of hot tea from the edge of a ta? ble ; the liquid runs down inside the clothes, spreads over the chest, and, from the extent rather than the severity of the injury, it is of* ten fatal.?Harper's Bazar. How Musquito es Bite.?The musquito has a proboscis like an elephant, only not so large/ It will, however, look nearly as large ander a good microscope. He cannot do as many han? dy things with it as the elephant can with his, but he can cause a good deal of annoyance in a small way with it. It is hardly the thing to say the musquito bites us, for he has no teeth. The microscope reveals the fact that he carries a pair of scissors inside of his proboscis ; the neatest and sharpest little cutting tools you ev? er saw. He gets his living by these. They are two delicate blades, and are placed alongside of each other. When he gets ready to make a meal off of us, he first buzzes around with those beautiful wings, and sings a pleasant little song. If we let him quietly settle down, he picks out a place on our skin which is just to his liking. He is very delicate about it. When he gets ready, he puts his proboscis down, and pusnes the little scissors out, and makes a neat cut, so that he can suck the blood out. Then he drinks as much blood as he wants and is done his dinner. But he does not leave yet. He is going to pay his bill. He has ta? ken our blood, and he will leave us something in exchange for it. With all his faults he is an honest little fellow?after his fashion. He has the pay in his pocket, ready to squeeze out before he goes. It is poison, but that makes no difference to him. It is the best he has to give us. His poison pocket is at the head of his proboscis, and at the lower end of his pro? boscis he has another little pocket into which he puts poison enough for one dose. This poi? son is very powerful. A very little makes the place where the musquito puts it very sore. After he has sucked our blood, he puts the drop of poison into the place he took the blood from. It is not the "bite" or cut that the musquito makes that hurts, but the dropping of this pow? erful poisou into our flesh. If this musquito were large enough to give a powerful does of this poison, it would be bad for us. If he were as big as a kitten, and his poison as strong in proportion, a "bite" from him would kill us. Mes. Petigru King Bowen.?A Washing? ton correspondent writes: As for Mrs. Bowen, her case excites the deep? est interest and sympathy here. She is devo? tedly attached to her numerous husband, and declares that she will stick to him. She be? lieves that her marriage was legal and that it was formed in good faith by both her lmsbaud and herself. It is said they are now living to? gether, occupying a house here owned by her? self. Bowen's friends assert that he will at once take steps to procure a legal divorce, to which he is entitled, while persons who are not particularly friendly say he will do nothing of the kind?that be is not entitled to a divorce? that no court would dare to grant it uow, and that he dare not apply for it; but that he and Mrs. Petigru King will continue to live togeth? er, leaving the world to say and think as it please, thus leaving it in the hands of the oth? er two Mistresses Bowen to obtain divorces on the ground of adultery, if they see fit. The gentleman who lives in Charleston, above al? luded to, says that Mrs. Bowen was celebrated for her wit and sarcasm in Charleston, and ho related many instances of her brilliancy in con? versation and in society. She was at "one time regarded as the most brilliant and fascinating woman in the State, and owing to her father's position, her society was greatly sought by dis? tinguished strangers. She was, in fact, in her prime (perhaps after she was married to her first husband,) the sort of woman that was al? ways popular among gentlemen, but looked up? on with suspicion (bom of envy you may be sure) by the ladies. She reigned" supreme in every assembly, pearly or rout, aud the prim, modest-going ladies called her fast. ? If a young lady wishes a youne man to kiss her, what papers whould she mention ? No "Spectators," no "Observers," but as many "Times" as you like. ? Franklin said: "A newspaper and Bible in every house, and a good school in every dis? trict, are the principal Mipporter* of virtue, moralitv and civil libcrtv."