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Ijy.B, B. MURRAY & CO. ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 30, 1885. VOLUME XXL?NO. 3. WE havn't a BAT, but we hare a curiosity ex? ceedingly rare. So come around and see two hearts from one living animal, which is vouched for by a truthful and responsible party.1 You will find it at WIL1ITE& WILHITE'S, ? ^ iP^e Acknowledged Headquarters for DRUGS, MEDICINES, CHEMICALS; PERFUMERY; EXTRACTS, PATENT BIEDIOINES AND DYE STUFFS. Linseed, Machine, Sweet and Castor Oils. ! H r i E Combs, Bmsnes,; Hair Oils, Pomades, Bay Bum, Toilet Articles, Perfumery, Sponges, Etc. Fine Soaps, Insect Powders, Fly Paper, Indigo, Madder, Etc. Face Powders, Powder Puffs, Tooth Powders, Tooth Brushes, Ivan's Dentifrice, and Fine Toilet Goods. Trusses, Shoulder Braces, Supporters, Etc. Our CIGARS are of Extra quality. None better in the city. Best Coal Oil, Lamps and Lamp Goods. If you are troubled with Flies or Insects of any kind, come buy some of our Insect Powder and get rid of them. . Wilhite's Soda Water is still the favorite beverage. Nothing helps out the Farmer more than a plentiful supply of Turnips. They are good for man and beast. We have ? large Stock of TURNIP SEED, Which we guarantee to be fresh and true to name. All varie? ties, from the most reliable growers, which are sold at lowest prices. t Jnly9.1885: 52 , GENTS' FURNISHING GOODS SOLD VERY CHEAP -AT SMITH * CO.'S OLOTIEIIlSra- STORE. ? WE HAVE NOW ON^EXHIBITION ONE OF THE Finest Stocks Spring and Summer Clothing in the market. COME AND SEE US. We will pass you in free, und charge you nothing for look? ing. We have just received from market u beautiful line of MENS' AND BOYS' CLOTHING and FT!!! NICHING GOODS. HATS for Men and Boys. Come and see our 8UIT? FOR THE LITTLE FELLOWS. The impression has gone out that we wert out of the market, but we want to in . form our old friends that we are here yet. Come and see us, and we will treat you right. Don't forget the place. SMITH & CO., WHITNER STREET, Opposite Auditor's Office. March 26, 1885 37 - BARGAINS FOR CASH! I HAVE A FULL LTNE OF Boots, Shoe&.jiats ^and Clothing " That I will Bell AT COST, and LESS THAN COST fov the CASH. /:.'? bi* i .:-? j J r % fcs t h ;- V ? T also have a A FJfJXfcXINE^FrOTHER GOODS thai I will sell VERY LOW for Cash. Good Bargains can be found here, if you don't believe it call and see, and you will not be disappointed. TAKE WARNIMG! After the 10th day of April next the Notes and Accounts of the old Firm of REED & MOORHEAD will be found in the hands of an Attorney for collection. Time and money can be saved by calling before then and settls * with me. J. PUSH. XtlCEJD. March 28,1885 , 37 " So Tell all the People for Miles Around!" -THAT ? JOHN M. HUBBARD * BRO. ARE PREPARED TO SELL MORE JEWELRY, MORE WATCHES, MORE SILVERWARE, MORE CLOCKS, &C, Aff PRICES MORE TO YOUR NOTION. THAN EVER BEFORE. EVERYTHING in the shape of a Watch, Ciock or Jewelry thoroughly repaired. &b5,1885 30 /-* J11 a . m 1? Has Returned from tbd North, irliere she purchased an ELEGANT STOCK or THE HANDSOMEST GOODS That has ever been bronght to this market, consisting of STYLISH SILKS, BEAUTIFUL LACES of all descriptions, EMBROIDERIES, JETS and PARSEMENTRIES, LOVELY EMBROIDERY ROBES in the newest shades. .OnrdFRBNCH AND WHITE PRESS GOODS cannot be surpassed. We have GLOVES, HOSE, SUPPERS and SHOES of every qnnlity. Don't forget to notice our varied stock of KIBnON, anf come and try our stylish HATS on before purchasing elsewhere. We feel assured you an 'so pleased. Our space is too limitea to exhibit our Goods. Anything > ou do not see call for it, and our accommodating Clerks will take pleasure in waiting on you, even if you do not buy. We have everything'that Ladies and Children NEED to make them nappy and attractive. Very respectfully, LADIES- STOKE. March 26 1885 87 OUR NEW YORK LETTER. The Commercial Depression?Under the Metropolitan Current?a Lucky Boot? black?a Bnro old Violin?Tho Dramatic World. Special Correspondence Intelligencer. New York, July 21,1885. The wisest men confess their inability to discover "a silver lining to the cloud" that overhangs the business community and threatens disaster. Down on Wall Street, brokers are standing around with their hands idle waiting for customers who do not come, or are speculating on each other to secure the picayune profits that will pay a day's expenses. The banks ate flush with money and eager to loan it for one per cent per annum, but there are no borrowers. Railroads and steamships are fighting for travel; rents have come dowir to keep pace with re? duced incomes, and even the favored class who clip coupons are bowing to "the wind that tempers the shorn lamb." The newspapers are full of ^he "wants" of the unemployed, and shop-keepers are literally giving away their goods. You can buy pawn tickets that represent the saddest of life histories, for a song, and the streets abound in tramps whose only bedroom is the park or open door? way. Nevertheless, there is a brighter side to the picture. Material beiug cheap and labor abundant, many local improve? ments are in progress. New streets are being cut in the upper part of the city ; the waste places are filling up; the Elevated railroads have given an impetus to speculation in real estate, and the men who used to drop their money in Wall Street, are now investing in eight and ten story apartment houses. the broadway b. r. After years of turmoil, Broadway has at last succumbed to the rails and we are enjoying a new sensation and con? venience. The withdrawal of the Omnibusses has proved a blessing, and that the business of the merchants along the street will be increased is doubtless true; but after all, the old New Yorker can't help exclaiming poor Broadway ! What with the tearing up of her pave? ment every month or two, the laying of pipes for: gas, steam and water, and the Erospect of a tunnel at no distant" day, er old-time glory has departed. The wage workers have taken possession below 14th street, and fashionable society now plants its furbelows above Union and Madison Squares. a death trap. There is one feature of the new road which bids fair to prove dangerous. In the haste of laying the tracks, they were placed so near each other that the space between, passing cars is less than .the diameter of a stout persons body; and whoever carelessly gets off on the wrong side is liable to be caught, twisted around, and thrown under the wheels. There is a probability that heavy damages will be paid to some sufferer in the near future, and that the Courts will order a wider interval between the rails, which will require the tearing up of half the struct? ure. an old soldier's story. The undercurrents of life in the Metrop-1 olis frequently afford strange incidents. One of these come to my notice the other day while sitting in a restauraut. An old gentleman entered and occupied a vacant scat opposite. After giving bis order he entered into conversation with the ease and grace of a well travelled man of the world. His hair was white nDd his,?oustache and imperial trimmed a la miUtaire. The figure was small, but compact and supple, and be looked what he was, every inch an old soldier. It turned out that he was a Frenchman who has passed the seventy-eighth year of his age, and the greater part of whose life had been spent in the army. A graduate of the military school of St. Cyr, be was sent as a young lieutenant to Africa, where be engaged in the cam? paign against Ab del Kadei. On the breaking out of the Crimean War he went with his regiment of Zouaves to Sebasiopol, and was one of the dariug band who scaled the wall of the Mala koff. Here he was wounded, but made a captain for bis gallantry, and at the close of war, transferred to another department of the army. Here again, at Solferino, Sadowa, and other great battles, and still later in the Franco-Prussian War, he followed tho tri-color, and was with that portion of the French columns which marched to the defence of Paris, and wrested the city from the hands of the Commune. France having become quiet, he followed his sou to America, and in 1861, threw down his pen as a journalist, and offered his sword to the land of his adoption. He was appointed to assist in the organization and drilling of the new regiments and subsequently was ordered to the field, where he was promoted to the lieutenant colonelcy of a Pennsylvania regiment. He fought until the end, was wounded three or four times, and after the war was honorably discharged but, like many another brave fellow, without a solitary resource for a livelihood. Meanwhile, his sou had been killed in battle, his wife had died, and to cap the climax of his misfortunes, a second wile, young and attractive, "skipped his rancbe" and left him home? less. In this predicament, he managed to secure a small news route in the upper portion of the city, sold papers and magazines, and gradually enlarging his business, now employs a number of car? riers, aud has au income, he avers, of from $2500 to $3000 a year. The old gentleman was as chirpy as a boy, and no one would suspect that he had passed through half a dozen wars, been scarred by bullets and bayonets, and bad enough romance in his career to make a book. an enterprising boot-black. A brother journalist yesterday related the following incident which i3 worth publishing ns a lesson to boys. Ten years ago, ho picked up iu the vestibule of the New York Herald office, on a stormy winter night, a little six year old child who waB fast asleep behind Ibe stairway. He had failed to sell his newspapers, lost one of bis shoes and was afraid to go home to a cruel step-mother. The Editor wrapped his overcoat around the waif, and carried hitn to a neighbor? ing News boy's Lodging house. He was quite small for his age and so handsome that the authorities of the place expressed a desire to adopt him, but it seems that the little chap wanted to "hoe his own row." The jourualist was surprised a week or two later to receive a visit from his youog;>ro/e<7c\ "I've come to thank you, ftir," said ne, but I don't want to be a newsboy any more; I want to be a boot black ; there's lots in it." As tbo suggestion appeared to be a good one, an outfit was purchased, and the benefactor accompanied the lad to Wall Street, where be was introduced to a number of brokers, and his brief story rela'.ed. Since then, the incident had not occurred to the Editor's mind, until the other day when during a visit to the exchange, he was accosted with the usual cry "Black your boots, sir ?" Looking in the face of the tall, manly looking boy who had spoken, be recognized in the blue eyes and curly hair, his little friend of ten years before. In the conversation which followed, he learned that the lad bad steadily pursued his chosen vocation, made many friends, and by his industry saved nearly three hundred dollars which he now has in bank. As soon as the present bard times are over, a clerkship in a broker's office awaits him, as a re? ward for bis fidelity, and the same enter? prise that has so successfully carried him thus far, may one day make him the head of a great firm. At any rate, the boy has a-bright future before him and is an example of what may be accom? plished by a lad who "paddles bis own canoe." POLITENESS THAT DID'NT PAY. There is an old saying that "politeness is like an air cushion; though there's nothing in it, it eases our jolts wonder? fully." Recently, it did not prove true. In a crowded Sixth Avenue car last week, an old gentleman gallantly rose to give his seat to a lady. As he did so, a rude but well dressed fellow took it. Think? ing there was;some misunderstanding, the old gentleman explained matters. The other surlily replied, "I found the seat empty, and I'm going to keep it." "Then you are not fit for decent socie? ty ; you're a blackguard; you respect neither woman, nor the gray hairs of your seniors." "Old man, if it was'nt for your years, I'd smash you I" "Waive the years, and get right out.here," ex? claimed the now enraged grandsire, "and I'll teach you that you are not only a blackguard, but a coward and a pup? py." But the younger man did'nt budge he pulled the strap, alighted and said, "Now I'm ready for you," but before the old man could turn around, the fellow darted to an opposite corner, brought a Eoliceman, and the gentleman was ustled off to Court. One or two of the passengers went along and testified in his befalf out the brute and the officer were chums, and both being in the same polit? ical "ring" with the "Justice" the cul? prit was fined ten dollars. It was paid on the spot, but the fiery veteran as he left the court room could not refrain from saying that he would give a hun? dred dollars more for the privilege of a conversation with the scoundrel just three minutes long, and if he did'nt Eolish him off in.that time, it would be ecause his right hand had forgotten its cunning." BEHIND THE SCENES. How few people recognize the distress? ing circumstances under which actors and other public servants are sometimes com? pelled to keep their engagements or dis? appoint the multitude. Just before the dramatic season closed, a prominent commedian was forced to leave his dying wife and go upon the stage to make the people laugh. On reaching home, he found her a corpse. Last Sunday I visited Manhattan Beach to listen to the music of Gilmore's Band. It was gener? ally observed that the famous leader was greatly depressed, and that the last piece on the programme, "Nearer my God, to Thee/' was played with more than ordi? nary fervor, the band standing, and the immense audience joining in singing the grand old hymn. I inquired of Mr. Gilmore a few minutes later the cause of this unusual solemnity. "My dear old mother died two days ago, and at the moment her favorite hymn was being played, she was being laid to rest," was the sad reply. "To tell the truth," he added, "I was almost obliged to leave the stand, for I was blind with tears, and only the'sense of duty prevailed." A RARE OLD VIOLIN. Some men are born to good luck and others have it thrust upon them. Just before he sailed for Europe, M. Ravin d'Elpeux, the husband of Murio-Celli, a celebrated operatic teacher, while attending an auction, purchased a ven? erable looking violin. It was guiltless of strings, and to a casual observer seemed like an estray from Borne hospital for infirm fiddles. His friends laughed at him because he had bought a "pig in a bag," but be sentimentally answered that it was a relic of an old estate, and be wanted it as a souvenir. A few days later, while examining the instrument under a strong light, he was astonished to find within the shell, the name of the great "Guinarius fecit." Here was a prize indeed. Showing it to an artistic friend, he was promptly offered a hun? dred dollars. Since then, Mr. d'Elpeux has refused five times that sum from those who recognize that he is the posses? sor of one of the rarest gems extant, and it is now on its travels in a style befitting its rank and lineage. ACTORS IN THEIR SUMMER HOMES. In the theatrical world, most of the leading professionals are enjoying a period of rest. Edwin Booth is at his Newport cottage, and since the marriage of his daughter is apparently more sensi? tive to the pleasures of life than he has been for many years. Poor John McCullough is in the Bloomingdale Asylum, hopelessly insane; not wild, but weak, and liable to die at any mo? ment. Ho will leave a property worth between sixty and seventy thousand dol? lars. Maggie Mitchell is at her cottage in Long Branch, where also reside the Chanfraus, Henderson, Theodore Moss of Wallack's, John Albaugh, the propri? etor of the Washington and Baltimore theaters and Oliver Doud Byron. All these own handsome places and enter? tain royally. Mary Anderson's house, yact and horses, with which she was wont to enjoy herself at the Branch have been sold, and she will not return to tho United States until about the first of October. During the recent visit of her step-father, Dr. Hamilton Griffin, for the purpose of superintending tho above transactions, he showed me a malacca cane which she had purchased for him for $250. It was an unusually long and aged stick with a plain gold head on which was inscribed "Presented to David Garrick by his friend.", Stratford on-the Avon."' Robson and Crane, Lawrence Barrett, Alice Booth and the veteran John Gil? bert are Summering in cottages at Man chester-by-theSea, and at Cobasset, Mass.; and pretty Estelle Clayton finds her home in Madison Avenue, New York, more attractive than any other watering place. Perhaps it is because she is writiusr. another play as a companion piece to her "Favette." George Edgjar whose King Lear and Othello made him famous, and who unearthed Margaret and made her what she is, has discovered another "comiug actress," whom he is coaching for a debut in a year or two. He has also found in a young lawyer, who is one of Iiis pupils, a comic genius and burlesque performer, who can bur? lesque even Henry A. Dixey, the Adonis, and give him points besides. Mr. Edgar very wisely refuses to permit his fruit to be plucked by managers until it is ripe. The coming Benson, from all accounts, Eroraises to bo much more satisfactory oth to the public and to the performers than tbo last. were passed, when THE EMPIRE OF JAPAN. An Interesting Talk About that Country. News and Courier. On Wednesday last a representative of the News and Courier had a very pleasant interview with Mr. Jokichi Takamine, the Japanese Commissioner to the New Orleans Exposition, who has been in Charleston for several days, and who haB been inspecting the phosphate industries of South Carolina. Mr. Takamine was found at the New Brighton Hotel, and the Reporter and the Commissioner had quite a long talk, during which many things were said which will doubtless be of interest to the public. Mr. Takamine seated himself at the table in the reading room of the hotel, and took from his pocket a queer-looking little book which contained the statistics of the Empire of Japan, but which was totally unlike any book that has ever been printed in this country. It bad two backs and one leaf, the one leaf being folded like a fan. The printing was in Japanese characters, ana was unintelli? gible, of course, to anybody but a Japa? nese er a graduate of Vassar College. The convenience of its arrangement was proved by the rapidity with which the Commissioner answered the questions that were addressed to him after referring to the book. Mr. Takamine said that he is a gradu? ate of the Imperial College of Engineer? ing at Tokio. PUBLIC SCHOOLS IN JAPAN. "Freee college?" inquired the Re? porter. "Oh, yes, it is supported by the Gov? ernment and is under the direction of the public works department. I learned to speak English at college, as the pro? fessors are all English. After graduating I spent two years in England, and on my way home to Japan crossed the American Continent, thus, like Mr. Phin eas Fogg, making a complete tour of the world. There are about 30,000 schools in Japan, public and private. The pub? lic Bchools are supported by the local government from the proceeds of taxa? tion just as the public school in this State are supported." HOW THE COUNTRY IS GOVERNED. "Elections? No, we don't have any elections to speak of. The various towns and cities are governed by a Chiji, or local governor, who is appointed by the Emperor. There is a representative body elected by the people, corresponding to your board of aldermen, but their acts are subject to the approval of the Chiji. In Tokio the council consists of seventy five representatives?quite a large body." "Our Emperor is named Mutsukito. He has reigned for eighteen years, and is still under 40 years of age. He can trace his descent back two thousand five hundred years, during all of which time his family have been on the throne. There are three classes of the people: The Kuwazohu, or nobility, the titles being hereditary; the Shizoku, or soldier class, and the Eaimin, or common peo? ple. "The population of the Empire is 37, 000,000, of which about seven thousand are foreigners. The standing army num? bers about 100,000 men, and the Imperial navy consists of thirty men-of-war and seven thousand men. The three princi? pal cities are: Tokio (formerly Jeddo,) with a population of 1,000,000; Osaka, with a population of 300,000, and Kiota, with a population of 250,000. "No, there is no Legislature or Con? gress. In five years time there will be a House of Representatives to be elected from the different part3 of the Empire, and which will be, I suppose, in its char? acter something like the English House of Commons. The Bmperor has said it Bhall be so. None but those who own property will be allowed to vote. No, there are no slaves or serfs in J apan. I don't think there ever was. We are all freemen. The agricultural lands are firetty well divided up and there are no arge holdings worth mentioning. A great many of the common people own their own farms, others rent them." THE RELIGION OF JAPAN. "What is the religion of the Empire? That is a subject upon which I have some hesitation in speaking. Buddhism is the State religion. I should say it is the religion of the uneducated. The educated classes are generally followers of the philosophy of Confucius. There are some Christians in the Empire." "What do the Buddhists worship ? I don't know as they worship any particular deity (with some hesitation). I think they go by the moral law to do no wrong to any man, and to live out your life the best you can according to your lights. I am confident that your Seven Command? ments--" "Ten," suggested the Reporter. "Yes, I mean your Ten Command? ments are embodied in substance in the moral law which prevails in Japan and which is inculcated as a part of the Ja? panese religion." The Commissioner did not seem to have very clear convictions on this sub? ject, although he answered very pleasant? ly and courteously the somewhat personal questions that were addressed to him. TEE POSTAL SYSTEM. Mr. Takamine went on to give a vast fund of information about Japan. The ?ostal system, he said, is very complete, here are six thousand postoffices in the Empire, the rates of postage being about the same as in this country. The post? masters are appointed by the Emperor, their tenure of office being at the Empe? ror's pleasure. "Would offensive partisanship be con? sidered a cause for removal," asked the Keporter. "I understand," replied the Commis? sioner, with a smile which evinced his appreciation of the joke. "We have no such offence in Japan. "Telegraphs? Oh, yes; the telegraph wires extend all through the Empire, and railroads are being constructed in every direction. Lighthouses, too, are kept up around the entire coast." EXPORTS AND IMPORTS. "Our exports are annually $30,000,000, or nearly $1 for each nerson on the island. Our imports are $23,000,000 an? nually. Newspapers? Ob, yes, there are plenty of newspapers. In Tokio there are seven large and five or six ?mall papers. By a large paper we mean a daily. The circulation of the large papers is about 7,000 each. There are also 1,000 banks in the Empire. The tax is 2 per cent, ou the value of real estate. The annual income of the Gov? ernment is about $76.000,000, the public debt about $300,000,000, on which inter est is paid at different rates, ranging from five to eight per ceBt. The debt was greatly increased by the revolution about twenty years ago." This revolution, Mr. Takamine Bays, was headed by the Emperor against the military chiefs who had usurped the Im? perial powers, and who had greatly op? pressed the people. It wa3 successful and the growth of Japan dated from the day of the restoration of the Emperor. A KINGDOM OF ISLAND?. Tho Empire of Japan consists of a long chain of islands, the principal ones being Hondo, on which the capital is sit* uated, Kiushiu, Shikoku and Yesso. There are in addition one hundred and seven smaller islands, so that it is liter? ally a kingdom of islands, covering an area of about 157,648 square miles. # The temperature is, of course, very variable, the lowest thermometrical record beine two degrees above zero at Sappero and the highest being ninety-five degrees at Nugate. The principal crops and their annual products are as follows: Eice, 196,000,000 bushels; wheat, 11,500,000 bushels; barley, 49,421,000 bushels; millet, 13,890,000 bushels; maize, 1,382, 000 bushels; soy beans, 11,556,000 bush? els ; buckwheat, 3,367,000 bushels; raw cotton, 10,251,000 cwt.; hemp fibre, 183, 700 cwt.; tea, 394,048 cwt.; tobacco, 332,441 cwt.; sugar cane, 7,149,000 cwt. ; potatoes, 17,980,000 cwt.; bark of paper mulberry, 327,000 cwt.; Indigo leaves, dried, 880,000 cwt. The Japanese exhibit at the New Or? leans Exposition was said to be one of the finest. There were fourteen groups exhibited by the various Governmental departments and exhibits, from sixty-one different private exhibitors, all of which were classified and grouped, and of which an able, intelligent and exhaustive de? scriptive catalogue was prepared by Mr. Takamine and Mr. K. Tamari, the Com-' missioners, and printed in English. Mr. Takamiue visited the Charleston Phosphate Company's miines and works on Wednesday, and those of the Atlantic, Edisto and Ashley companies yesterday. He inspected minutely the process of washing and crushing and preparing the rock, and also visited the mines. To day he will probably pay a visit to some of the marine works. "I have been very much pleased with my visit here," he said, in closing the interview, "and have been very much astonished and delighted at all that I have seen. I trust that the object for which I came here will be found to be practicable and successful, and that it will result in the establishment of a trade between the two countries which will be profitable to both." From Charleston Mr. Takamine will go to Washington, where he will remain some time. He expects to return to Japan about the beginning of September. Fighting Ancient and Modern. The only difference between ancient and modern armies is in the application of steam, gunpowder, and dynamite?a very great one in appearance, but not so much in reality. Modern armies do not need to be so large in the field as ancient armies; yet it is questionable whether fewer people are required for an affective war in modern times than of old. The men who make the powder and dynamite and the girls who fill the cartridges are quite as much part and parcel of a mod? ern army as the soldiers who fire them off, and run pretty nearly similar risk. The methods of modern warfare are exactly the same as of ancient warfare, and relatively not much more effective, though just as coarse and brutal. The long bow was quite as effective a weapon j as the rifle, and modern cannon do not seem to be any great advantage on the j balistae and battering rams of the an cients. In naval warfare we have actu? ally gone back again to one of the most ancient naval man covers, that of ,? ram? ming. The 6iege trains of the present day are just as cumbersome as siege trains in times when as the Bible tells us, "Mountains and hills were made low and valleys exalted; when rough places were made plain and the crooked straight." Science has not yet said its last word on the adaptation of nature's secrets to resistance against rapine, car? nage, and wrong, whether exercised by nation or nations against individuals. Even cow substances are known to chem? ists which it only needs finer mechanical skill to make into efficient and invincible agents for defending civilization against barbarism and savagery. What secrets may be, and no doubt are hid in the womb of nature, and are waiting to be revealed by the hand of science, can only be conjectured. But we may be sure of this much?that the higher the civiliza? tion and the more developed the intellect of the future, the more hopeless will become the attempts of needy and adven? turous barbarians against the well-being of rich and highly civilized nations. If the rich Kornaus had left to Britain with their civilization a body of physical knowledge similar to that even of to day, the Saxon conquest would have been impossible. Mary Ann at Long Branch. A woman who by her own efforts carves out a great fortune in this world of strife is always an interesting specta? cle. Such a woman is Mrs. Dr. R. Led dy, kuown in commerce throughout the United States and in a large part of Eu? rope as plain Mary Ann Connolly, the New York dressmaker and importer. She is just now a familiar figure at Long Branch. She owns eight of the hand? somest cottages at that fashionable re? sort, representing in the aggregate a third of a million of dollars. The last that she has erected is a magnificent structure, near Mr. Child's villa at Elberon. It is splendidly decorated, the dining room being panelled in porcelain. It is worth $80,000. All of the cottages are rented this season, and Mme. Connolly, as the woman is commonly called, resides in a modest hotel. She is a tall, robust, high-shouldered woman of extraordinary energy and executive ability. Her own toilets can hardly be said to be beautiful, or even in the best taste, though she dresses the most fashionable belles of New York and has fitted out numberless wealthy belles. Starting as a working woman in a dressmaker's shop, she has by skill and push succeeded in estab? lishing a business worth $25,000 a year, and is thought to be worth considerably more than $1,000,000. Her husband is a New York lawyer of small practice. He is undersized and slender, and has a noticeable brogue. He acts as a mana? ger for bis wife, as woll as pleads in the courts. The two seem to get along to? gether happily and without a jar.? Philadelphia Press. i ? The Tampa (Fla.) Tribune is tobe credited with this: "Wo learn from a gentleman just from up the country, that on June 24 the mosquitoes were so thick at Waldo that they completely enveloped a locomotive on the Florida Railway and Navigation Company's road. The engin? eer could not see ten steps before him, aud, in consequence, the train was delayed s-^eral hours. Clouds of the insects were floating around in the air thicker than the locusts in Kansas in 1877, and completely obscured the rays of the sun. It was so dark that the lamps had to be lit, and it was some three hours before the mosquitoes cleared away sufficiently for the train to move on." ? Mrs. J. E. B. Stuart, the widow of the dashing Confederate cavalry general, is veiling her father, Gen. Phillip St. George Cooke, of Detroit. Mrs. Stuart married six months before the war broke out and the father and son-in-law entered the opposing armies. Gen. Cooke was opposed to Gen. Stuart only once on the battlefield. THE GREATS PULPIT COMMONER. Sum Jones's Wonderful Success as a Revivalist. Correspondence Nashville American. I freely confess myself much less at a loss to make up my mind as to whether Brother Jones is a great preacher than I have been to finally determine whether Grant is a great general. If he were not thoroughly earnest and honest in his professions he could Snot deceive not only the people ? where he has preached abroad, but those at home who have known him (as saint and sinner) from infancy?as a minister for twelve or thirteen years. I have just conversed with a gentleman who was long a resi? dent of the county in which Cartersville (Jones's home) is situated. He thinks very much of this modern Jonah; says ?jvery word is true of the story he himself tells of his former revelry and rapscal l.ionism. That he drank, drank, drank, and went down, down, down, until he got to driving a dray for a living. This may be true or not; if not, I hope Brother Jones, in his next reference to the press, will candidly admit that not (he newspapers, but the people, are the champion liars of the age. Newspapers ?.re always honest, truth-telling interpre? ters. Indeed, they could not be other? wise. They reflect, just as a mirror does, that portion of the world held before it, and if liars are abroad, or lies, like lousy t ats, encircle the air, they must be rep? resented in the faithful newsgatherer. Papers are invariably truthful; it is you, sir, and you, and you, who are the liars. No ordinary Georgia scrub could come to Tennessee and take possession as Brother Jones has done. He is either the greatest revivalist of the United States to-day or Tennesseeans are the most con? summate asses living. So, indeed, are the Texans, Mississippians and others, for he has aroused the same excitement everywhere. Col. B. F. Lillard, of this city, pronounces him the great pulpit commoner, as Pitt, Clay and Johnson were the great commoners of the politi? cal world. Pick out from the list of the converts the names of the few "hardened sinners" at the head of this letter. They are men of brains and courage and convictions; men whom no ordinary breeze could move from any position, lead his sermons. Are they not, for the n cat part, full of plain, practical sense and theological orthodoxy? If the C iristion's Bible is the foundation of hope, who could better testify to the cemmon people (or the uncommon p< ople either) his faith in the divinity of the written word than when he says: "I believe the whale swallowed Jonah; believe it literally. I only'do not believe that Jonah swallowed the whale simply because the Bible doesn't say he did." To the sinner who hesitates, who waits for his "feelings" to- move him, who wants to "feel" that he is good enough to go before he makes any change in his conduct, was there ever a more homely or more convincing illustration presented than the anecdote of the man who sat down, axe in hand, at the root of a tree one cold, frosty morning, waiting for the sweat to break out before he went to work? Brother Jones admits his natural weakness. He has the appearance of a man of a hasty and once violent tem? per. It must have been difficult at first to keep a lock upon his lips; he is no doubt a man, brave, impulsive, courage? ous?the very sort open to temptation. Was there ever a better illustration of one liable to fall, yet determined to stand, thaq that made yesterday of himself: "I don'fc care how often one errs, if he'll honestly strive to restrain himself and recover his proper balance when he dous err. All along the way we meet wir.h conflicts and temptations. When I stumble and fall, thank God I always fall like an India rubber ball, I fall bouncing! God will put his angels on ha] f rations to keep an honest man and his family from starving." Withal, he reaches men of less impos? sible sympathies by mixing horse sense logic with horse sense anecdotes and illustrations, for no one can more .clearly establish to the multitude his proposi? tion that "religion is a matter of princi? ple and conviction." But the best answer to all his critics is to point to results. What if Brother Jones's words are plain and blunt? What though he prefers to call the devil the devil rather than "His satanic excel? lency from the burned district?" Or likes unshirted "hell" better than "shoel" in purple and fine linen ? He moves his hearers. He holds in his hand the assembled thousands; and whether he preach forty minutes or two hours they hang on, obedient to his will! Let resu lts decide the issue. Men of all grades and classes enjoy his sermons alike. They rise at 5 in the morning to prepare for his 6 o'clock service?men, j worsen and children, who, perhaps, have never seen the sun rise till now. And when the exhortation is delivered and "Psalms of Victory" sung, they move forward from all parts of the tent, and "those who came to scoff remain to pray." The barkeeper and his patron, the gambler and bis victim, the doctor and his patient, men and women, lawyer and client, good and bad, hardened age and tender childhood, till within the past three days, at this meeting alone, thre 3 or four hundred have either pro- J fessed religion or declared themselves penitent. It is the proud boost of Brother Jones's friends and admirers that iri a single re? vival at Knoxville he closed twenty-soven barrooms, and thus redeemed two hun? dred and seventy drunkards. How poor and insignificant seem all the results of the Maine liquor and bleeding Kansas prohibition laws, in comparison with a work like that? A Queer Freak of Lightning. Dr. Keid tells of a very strange freak of electricity on the person of Robert Burdett, colored, Sunday afternoon. He and ihe family were seated in the house j when a bolt descended the chimney, I struck him fair in the forehead, then glancing, burnt his arm, and running down his legs, tore his pantalooBS in strip3, and after demolishing his great toe, passed out of the bottom of his shoe, leaving a hole as if made by a bullet. A portion of it then passed through the floor, splitting it, and the rest taking effect on a large dog near by laid him out forever. A negro in the same house was knocked senseless. The boy remained as if dead for awhile, but recovered, and when the doctor called to see him he was able to go about, though complaining some of numbness. It is one of the most wonderful cases ever known, and gives additional proof to the already well Termed belief that if you want to kill a negro never strike him on the head. ?Stamford Interior Journal. ? "No," said Miss Spinst#r, "T wouldn't have any fool of a man." "And as you can't get noy other kind," re? marked Auut Susan, "you prefer to remain single. Well, I don't know as I blamo you."?Boston Transcript. ? Jtn life's doiuga there are circuitous paths; when a man Beems to be doing one thing, he is doing another. The Big and Little Corporals. Being, as I am, a man of no education ?never having been given a fair show in ray younger days?the reader is asked to excuse my plain language and bad gram? mar. You must know that I belonged to the Fifteenth Alabama infantry, and that we went to the front pretty early in the war. We thus had our pick of good men. In my company the third corporal was a powerful big chap named Sam Chapin, who had been overseer on a plantation near Huntsville. He was not only big and powerful, but his nigger driving habits had made a selfish, overbearing and cruel man of him. He hadn't been in the company a week before half the men were down on him for his meanness. Big Sam also had his dislikes, but there was one man he hated in particu? lar. I shouldn't have said man, for he was only a boy seventeen years old slim, pale faced and as timid in look ss a girl. Sam took a hatred of this boy on sight, and he let no occasion pass to nag him and render his hard lot still harder. Jimmie, as the boy was called, had no complaints to make. He was of a forgiv? ing disposition, and no matter what he felt or thought, we never heard him con? demning anybody by word of mouth. Some of us would have killed Big Sam had we been in Jimmie's place, but such a thing as striking back seemed never to have occurred to the boy. Well, one day when a part of our regi? ment was cut off lrom the brigade by a flank movement of the union troops, and our situation was desperate, our captain steps out and says: "Boys, I want to send word to Colonel -. Where's the man who'll take it?" He was looking right at Big Sam all the time, but that individual turned two shades whiter and hid himself in the rear ranks, muttering that nobody but a fool would try to push past 3.000 yankee mus? kets with the message.' The first thing we knew Jimmie had mounted a horse from which some office had been shot and was riding away. How he ever run that gauntlet with his life was more than we could tell, but he did get through and down came enough of our forces to help us out of the box. There was new cause for Big Sam to hate Jimmie. The boy had not only exhibited greater courage in the face of danger ana right before us all, but he was promoted to be third corporal. This was a promotion right over the head of Big Sam, and he felt it to the ends of his fingers. He couldn't nag the boy any more, and I have no doubt he swore a solemn oath to kill him at the first op? portunity. Indeed he hinted as much, and became so ugly and abusive to all that some of us wanted to kill him. Well, in about six weeks we had another tussle with the yanks. We got into it hot and heavy, and as we were driving them for the moment I found myself alongside of Big Sam. We were disputing for a rise of ground, and far in advance of us, carrying the flag which the color-bearer had dropped as a bullet had hit him, was Corporal Jimmie. I' was feeling proud to see him there, when, as heaven is my judge, I saw Big Sam raise his musket, take deliberate aim at the boy, and next moment Corporal Jim? mie went down. It was a hurlyburly time, with grape and lead cutting all around us, and I let the incident pass for the time, determin? ed, though, that Big Sam should pay the forfeit after the battle. We kept on and on, but as we rose the hill we were checked. In five minutes more we were being driven, and that was how it came about that Corporal Jimmie, with his left arm broken by Big Sam's bullet, found himself lying beside the ex overseer who had a Yankee bullet in his leg. There were plenty of other wound? ed, and some dead ones, too, but our two men lay almost side by side. Big Sam was groaning, cursing and whining like the coward he was, when a canteen was held within reach and a voice said: "Take it, comrade?a drink will ease yourpain," "W-what! is it you ?" exclaimed the overseer as he rose up on his elbow and gazed at Jimmie. "Yes; both of us are down, but you are hit the worst. Can I help you?" "You help me?" "Of course." It paralyzed Big Sam to meet with such words from the man he had tried to kill. After a time he groaned out : "Say, Jimmie, you orter shoot me through the head 1" "What for?" "Cause, I'm the man as fired that bul? let into you!" "Well, I don't want revenge. I'm now able to crawl away, but I wont leave you!" The yanks were massing artillery to Slay on that rise of ground, and what oes Corporal Jimmie do but get up in the face of all the sharpshooters and wounded and faint as he was, half drag, half carry Big Sam down into a sheltered ravine. More'n that, he binds up his wound, and makes him pretty comforta? ble, and there we found 'em along towards night, when a grand charge finally gave us the ground. You remember, I had seen Big Sam draw a bead on the boy, but when I went to make a stir over it Corporal Jim? mie said: "Please, don t! He has been punished enough. I think be will be a changed man." And so he was. They took to each other like twin ducks, and were the fast? est, firmest friends you ever saw. Big Sam dropped all meau ways, and within a year was orderly sergeant of tho com? pany, while Corporal Jimmio was a lieu? tenant.?Detroit Fucc Press. Miss or Mrs? A corrrespondent propounds the fol? lowing question to the New York World: There has ariseu considerable discus? sion between myself and others regard? ing the propriety of using Miss or Mrs. before the maiden name of a grace widow who has dropped the name of her divorced husband. Tho World answers: The title "mistress" (abbreviated Mrs.) has no connection with marriage. It is the rightful title of any woman who governs a home, and is properly applied by courtesy to all women, married or single. Miss is the diminutive of mis? tress and is applied properly only to little girls under teu years old. Girls over that age are Mrs. by courtesy, if not by right. Mr. means master, Mrs. means mistress. As a young gentleman is Mr. by courtesy, even if not master of a house, so the young lady is Mrs. by courtesy, if not by right. In the present case, the woman, having been the mis? tress of a house and being over ten years old, cannot shed her title of Mrs. ? A pious old woman brought up in the Calvinistic faith, was asked what she thought of an Armenian sermon. She shook her head vigorously. "I don't be? lieve a word on't," said she; "at all events, I know the Lord chose me before He ever saw me; for He never Wotlld ha' chosen me arterward."