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THE TRIBUNE.
YOL. II.?NO. 12. BEAUFORT, S. C., FEBRUARY 0, 1876. $1.50 PER ANNUM.
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Bellere Me.
Believe me, when I tell thee, darling,
That my heart is warm and true;
And the years havo only brought up
Hope and love combined with yon.
Bitter memory wakeB the Borrow
That hae slumbered many years;
But the daylight horn: is nearing
When we meet in smiles and tears.
The world may ecoff and turn coldly
On my track o'er land or sea,
Yet I'll bear the blow more bravely
If it leads to love and tbee.
Lonely hours and fading pleasures
Fill the mind with days gone by,
When wo kissed our little treasures,
Parting Badly; yon and I.
Fate and fortune ever battling
In the ranks of bounding life.
Down to-day and up to-morrow J
Is the lesson of the strife.
Loving hearts must never falter;
Hoping onward to the last;
Breast the etorm without a murmur ;
God will help when all is past.
MY FIRST HUNT.
A Boy's Story
My name is Jasper Cooper. I was i
not a model boy. My share of original
sin woa a liberal one, auu between the
good and evil in mo, the balance, I am
sorry to say, very often bont the wrong
way. For the benefit of others, I am
going to mako a particular confession in
one instance, and show how my bad conduct
brought mo trouble and lasting repeutauoe.
Ou my thirteenth birthday I received
two presents that made me feel prond
and rich. One was a small gun from my
Uncle Philip, with plenty of nowdnr and
shot. It was accompanied with the
timely caution, " that firearms were dangerous
weapons unless very carefully
handled." The other gift was a tine
spaniel from my father.
The boy is a rare one whose happiness
is not complete with a gun and a dog?
nud I was not one of the rare ones.
A week later, one bright, oool autumn
morning, as I was standing by the gate
just after breakfast, Nathan Bagley, an
intimate friend of mine, though a little
older than myself, came along and accosted
me.
" Good morning, Jasper. So yon are
getting up in the world. Thoy say that
you've got a gun aud a dog."
" I suppose that's so I" I answered,
with pride and pleasure.
Nathan laughed at my very apparent
satisfaction, and said : " Look here, I'm
going hunting in Blake's woods this
afternoon. Oome, go with me. There's
plenty of small game there. We'll have
a bagful before night."
"I can't. I must go to school."
"Got excused. You can do that easy
enough."
* No. Mr. Lowe won't excuse scholars
without a note from one of their
parents, and father is out of town."
" Your mother will write one for you."
" She's been sick two days and can't
sit up."
Nathan looked disappointed. " Look
here, Jasper," he said, after thinking a
moment, "you're sharp enongh. You
can contrive a way to go, I know. I'll
be ready just after dinner."
.Nathan w?-nt home, and I went into
the house. To be called 14 sharp " was
a compliment that weighed more with
ji}e in ??y tempted state of mind than
ahy fears of doing wrong. I wanted to
?gQ hunting, and my whole thought was
now I could oontrive to go. It was impossible
to get a note, reqnesting a release
from school duties, from either of
my parents, and what would do as a substitute
1"
Suddenly the thought came : Why
Apt write a note yourself, and sign your
father's name ? I was au indifferent
speller, but a good penman, and I was
oertain I could counterfeit my father's
handwriting.
I searohed .hip desk and found an account
book that had been written by
him. This I placed on the table before
me in my room, and for full half an hoar
I was completely engrossed in attempts
to imitate the chirography. I succeeded
at last (as I thonght) remarkably well,
and produced a neat, carefully worded
note, so complete a counterfeit that I
was sure Mr. Lowe would never doubt
??
im ^cuuiucuwh.
My ohief difficulty, however, was in
the signature. I was puzzled to decide
exactly how father wrote his name at
the bottom of his letters. I had brought
him letters from the post-offioe directed
" Mr. Asa Cooper," " Hon. Asa Cooper,"
and " Asa Cooper, Esq. j" but whether
he would put one of t' eso titles to his
own signature was a question I oould
not settle. I tried to dnd some of his
old letters to guide me, but the three I
had reoeived from him while I was at
Unole Phillip's had been mislaid or destroyed.
After much deliberation, I
wrote as follows:
" Mb. Lowe: Dear Sir,?Will you
Oblige me by excusing my son Jasper
from school this P. M. his studies are
wearing upoft him, and I think he needs
more open air and xercise.
4 4 Very Truly Yours,
44 Hon. Asa Cooper."
I read this three times, to be sure
there was no inaccuracy in it. The capitals
and punctuation seemed to mo to
be correct, and on tho whole, I was very
well satisfied with my production. I
took my hat and books and hurried to
school.
Just after the morning session I presented
my note to Mr. Lowe, and watoned
him narrowly as ho read it. I noticed |
that a faint smile stole over his face, bnt
as ho gave me withont a question the permission
I desired, I supposed he had no
doubt of its genuineness. Horns I went,
jubilant enough ; ate a hurried dinner ;
called my dog ; and with my new gun
on. my shoulder, started to find my
friend Nathan. He was ezpeoting me.
"How did you get excused from]
school f" he earnestly inquired.
" Oh, easy enough. I wrote a note
and signed father's name to it, and it
took the master in completely."
" You're a sharp one," said Nathan
again.
Wo soon reaohed the woods. The
trees were just tinged with the gold and
purple of autumn, and every now and
then a bird or squirrel was seen hopping
from branch to branoh. Nathan
fired at a bluejay, and though it did not
drop to the ground, as he confidently
expected, one of its tail feathers did,
which convinoed him that he had almost
made " a good shot." His next was
better. He killed a woodpecker, and
consiaerea it quite oil acmevement.
" Why don't you let drive at something?"
said he. " There ore plenty of
birds."
" I'm not going to shoot pretty birds
that do no harm," I said, proudly.
" I'll kill partridges if I kill anything,
for they are good to eat, and such birds
as crows and henhawks, that do mischief."
.
Nathan laughed.
"It isn't best to be too particular,"
he said.
I stopped, and was upon the point of
taking out the ramrod from my gun in
order to put in powder and shot.
" What, isn't your gun loaded!" oxclaimed
Nathan, in surprise. "You're
a queer hunter, anyhow !"
" What's the odds ?" I answered, with
spirit. " I guess thero's time enough to
load my gun."
" Look, there's game for you 1" said
Nathan, laughing.
My eye followed the direction to which
he pointed, and, to my surprise, I saw
about llfteen rods from us, a little
shriveled old woman in a thin, faded
dress and red hood. - Her name was
Lucy Robinson, and her eyes were fixed
scowlingly upon me. A few weeks before
she had reported to Mr. Lowe that
I had broken her windows one day dur-4
ing a recess of school hours.
This was false. I had sometimes
teased her by petty trioks ; but had
never in any wiy inured her property.
I could not, however, show that the accusation
was false, and was punished by
Mr. Lowe for the supposed offense.
Since then I had felt very angry with
old Lucy Robinson, and the idea of retaliation
at onoe occurred to me, and I
determined to frighten her.
Without a moment's hesitation, I put
my gun to my shoulder and leveled it at
hor.
xou torn air. Xiowe a wicked lie
about me, and I'll shoot you !" I cried,
iu a loud voioe.
Nathan, iu the meantime, caught a
glimpse of a woodchuck making for its
hole. He had not yet finished charging
his gun after firing at the woodpecker,
aud l?olie-iug mine to be unloaded, he
started to run ; but, in doing so, he
pushed me and jostled my arm, causing
a sudden pressure upon the trigger, and
to my horror, the gun, still pointed at
Lucy Robinson, gave a loud report!
The old woman soreamed and staggered,
and blood appeared trickling from
her sleeve ! She stared a moment, pale
and terror-stricken, and then, clasping a
hand over the wound, fled towards her
home, moaning and crying with pain.
Nathan and I gased after her retreating
figure, and thon looked with horror
into each other's eyes. 44 You hit her!"
exclaimed Nathan, wildly.
441 only meant to frighten her! I
didn't mean to kill her ! I didn't know
my gun was loaded !" I gasped.
44You'll be arrested for this! You'll
have the sheriff after yon ! You'd better
clear out!" said Nathan, greatly
alarmed.
44 Where can I got" I asked, an ioy
tremor running through me.
441 don't know; but you've hurt old
Lucy, and thoy'll think yon meant to
kill her. If she dies, you 11 be tried for
murder, and maybe get huDg. You're
in an awful fix, Jasper. I wouldn't stay
round here, anyhow!"
Evidently Nathan was too much excited
to be a wise counselor, and as we
left the woods, I tried to look the calamity
full iu the face. I still had enough
of my wits about me to know that if I
fled from suspicion, I should only involve
myself in greater difficulties, but I
was quite uncertain what course to pnrsue.
For more than an hour we wandered
about over the ilelds and down the road.
I dared not go home, and a thousand
forebodings tortured me. As we were
going over the bridge, the clattering of
hoofs was hoard ooming rapidly towards
us, and in another moment Sheriff Clapp
appeared. He leaped from his horso,
and laid his hand on my shoulder.
i 1 T " SA
uao|A? \AA/|TOI, X ttllCOl) JKJU) rWUU
he, " for intent to kill Lucy Robinson.
Gome with me."
The blood seemed to cnrdle in my
veins. I made no attempt at explanation,
but followed him in despairing
silence. Nathan walked by my side.
" I know where he is taking me to," I
said, in a hoarse voice. "I'm on my*
way to the locknp; and I want yon, Nathan,
to go to my house and tell Margaret
Connor what has happened. Tell
her to keep it from mother, by all
means, for it will mako her worse; bnt
as soon as father gets back I want to see
him."
" I will," responded Nathan, dolefully.
Tne " lockup " was a temporary prison
in the basement of a large pnblic build
ing. It had a barred window, and
strong iron door. Into this place I wh
oonduoted, and as the key was turned
and the shades of evening shut out th
day, all light and hope seemed to loav
me. I passed a dreadful night of sol
tndo, suspense and forebodings.
Morning came at last. I knew tha
my father was expected in the earl
train, and that Nathan would at once ir
form him of all that had happened, an
I listened with strained ears for his fool
steps. But he did not come.
Early in the afternoon my prison doc
was opened, and I was conducted to Ef
quire Hammond's office. The room wn
full, and my eyes first rested on Luc
Robinson, waiting to accuse me. He
arm was in a sling, and her face wasdar
and wrathful. Her evidence against m
was strong and conclusive, and visibl
affected her hearers.
Nathan was next questions.I, and tef
tifled stoutly to my innooence. He wa
oertain that I supposed my gun was ui
loaded, for T was innf. nmkincr nr?n??
tions to load it when the woman appeal
ed. And he repeated the words the
had passed between us about it befor
Lucy oame in Right.
Dr. Hall then produced the ball hi
had extracted from the woman's arm
and they said that it fitted my gnu ex
actly.
My turn came next. I felt the terri
ble weight of the evidence against me
I had to meet the grave charge of inten
to murder. I well knew that Esquir
Hammond was not my friend. In m;
earlier boyhood he once saw me on hi
fence picking a few pears from his tree
and had since then always rogarded m
with suspicion. I was indeed in a ne
of difficulties; but the very distress o
the moment collected and strengthene<
my faculties, and gave me desperat
fluency of speech.
My defence in substance, of course
was that I had not thought of injurini
Lucy Robinson. My gun was not load
ed when I pointed it at her. I had boei
punished once in consequence of he
false accusation, and following a momen
tary impulse to tease, I had tried t
frighten her, and my gu^went off anl;
when Nathan accidentally ran agains
mo. I testified further that I possesse*
only powder and shot, and that I di<
rnot know where the ball came from, no
who hod loaded my guu with it.
I Esquire Hammond listened with mark
ed attention, aud I was honeful that
bad made a favorable impression. H
then cross-examined me as follows :
"Where is your father ?"
"He is in Rhode Island."
" When did he go?"
"Day before yesterday."
"Does he approve of boys of yon
age using firearms?"
"Yes, sir, if carefully handled," !
boldly replied.
" fiow happened it that you were ou
hunting, instead of being in school ?'
Tne judge's eyes were fixed penetrat
ingly on me.
" Mr. Lowe excused me," I answered
" At either of your parents' request V
" My father's.
"Did your father see Mr. Lowe, ant
request a leave of absence for you ?"
"No, sir."
"How did Mr. Lowe know of hii
wishes?"
" I took a note."
" From your father?"
" Yes?sir," hesitatingly.
" Did ho write the note ?"
At this question my heart began b
beat violently, and the blood mouute<
higher and higher, till I knew that nr
face must be a bright scarlet.
"Did your father vrrite the note?'
questioned Esquire Hammond, authori
tatively.
" Yea?I believe so?yes? I ?sa\
him."
" Where were you when he wrote it?1
" In?in the library," I faltered out
hardly conscious of what I was saying
Esquire Hammond put his hand u
his pooket, and drew out a folded pape
and opened it. I recognized it at onoe
and my knees began to knock on
against the othe^ for it was the note j
had presented to Mr. Lowe.
"Is this the note yon gav# to Mt
Lowo ?" he continued, holding it out t<
me.
" Yes, sir.
"Mr. Lowe tells me," continued Es
quire Hammond, " that he excused yoi
from attending school because of thi
written request from your father. Whei
did your father write it f"
" Just before I went to school yester
day morning," I faltered, beginning h
forget what I was about.
1' " You say," said Esquire Hammond
sternly, "that he has been in lthod
Island since day before yesterday, am
yet you saw him write this yesterda;
morning. Now which of these state
ments iB true, and which is false ?"
I made no reply. My wits complete
ly deserted me. I had condemned in\
self.
Esquire Hammond read the not
aloud, and a long and hearty laugh, a
he endeo with "Hon. Asa Cooper,
burst from the people who were presonl
I burst into tears. The wrong act
had oommitted in counterfeiting father'
writing, was a strong witness again f
mo, and had destroyed all confidence i
my statements. I read in Esquire Han
mond'fl face that a hard verdict wool
pomo from his lips, and the horrors c
jail life rose vividly before me. With
shuddering fear, I thought of my p?
rents, and what dreadful distress m
oisgraoe would cause them. Perhaps i
would be the death of my sick mothei
I stood overcome with grief and d<
spair.
Just then a loud, prolonged whistl
announced the approaohof the inoomin
train. Father was doubtless a passenge
I- in it. I east on imploring glance at Na
a than. Ho harried out, and I knew hi
s would speedily return with him.
[, At that instant J onathan Morris, on<
e of our neighbors, entered the offioe
o His face was flushed, and his broatl
L- came deep and quick, as if he had beei
running.
it He fixed his eyes for a minute encour
y agingly upon me, and then asked per
t- mission of Esquire Hammond to speak
d Thou ho said, in a loud voice:
k- " Nathan Bagley has just told me tha
Jasper Cooper's trial is going on, and ]
>r am hero to tostify that he did uot knov
i- his gun was loaded."
s How my heart bounded at these wordi
y of hope.
ir "I Raw a fox," continued Jonathan,
k *' prowling about my turkey pen. I rai
e over and borrowed Jasper's gun of Mar
y garot Connor. Before I could get bacl
and load it, the fox was gone, but whoi
i- I oarried the gun home, the ball wai
s still in it."
i- Jonathan Morris was a highly respect
i- ed man in the town, and his testimony
saved me from being tried for a capita
it CTime. The stern features of Mr. Ham
e mond relaxed, and tho opinions of al
who had listened to him were percepti
e bly changed. I was undoubtedly a bat
i, boy, but not so bad as I had seemed.
After a few more questions, and a lit
tie deliberation, Esquire Hammond gave
i_ his verdiot as follows :
" For the crime of wantonly frighten
t ing Mrs. Luoy Robinson, Jasper Coopei
e is required to pay o^fino of fifteen dol
Y lars and the costs of this trial."
H Father and Nathan had come in while
, ho was speaking, and in time to heai
e his concluding words. Father took oul
,t his pocketbook and promptly paid tht
,f fine. Yon may bo sure that I was thor
I onglily punished and penitent.
e As wo walked home, I confessed, without
tho slightest concealment, all the
lf wrong I had done in forging his writing
g to obtain a leave of absence from
. school, and then in a moment of resentj
ful mischief, pointing my gun at au old
r woman, and threatening her with the
h disastrous result now so well known.
0 " My son," said he, very seriously,
y " you now see the value of a good name,
t You prejudiced old Lucy Robinson
j agaiust you by teasing her. You forj
feitod Esquire Hammond's confidence
r by robbing his pear tree ; and the note
you counterfeited destroyed your charac
ter for truth. With only your owi
X word to help you in tliis trial, you conk
0 not have escaped the heavy charge mad<
against you. If a good name has beer
established, and tho life record is right,
you may defy suspicion and conquer
false charges ; but with a bad reputation,
it is often impossible for oven the innor
cent to get justice."
I have never forgotten the lesson oi
[ that day. It taught mo to shun dissimu
lation and artifice, and since then I have
t never wilfully told a lie. I Bought bj
:? every means iu my power to repair the
. wrong I had done Lucy Robinson. Hex
woundhealedin time,and as fatherpresent
. ed her with a handsome sum of money,
' besides fixing her house, her bitter feelings
toward me quite died away. I carol
fully saved my pocket money, and when
Christmas came purchased for her a nice
woolen dress, which she received with
b the warmest thanks. From that time to
the day of hor death, I had a true and
faithful friend in old Lucy Robinson.-Youth'*
Companion.
About a Battle.
3
j After wo had held the edge of the
Y woods for two hours, says au old Roldier,
relating some incidents of battles, nnc
" when the space between our line ant
_ that of the euemy fairly smoked one
flamod with the fury of the fight, the
v cry arose that wo wore getting out o:
cartridges. Some full wooden boxei
,, were brought up, and such was the
haste of the men to get them that thoj
'* took up the boxes and dashed then:
^ bodily against the trees, splintering
r them to pieces, and making the cart
ridges at once) available.
' About the same time I saw ono of oui
I sergoauts hit in the hip with a bullet,
He lmd just finished loading his musket
and he declared he would not leave th<
* field until he had returned the shot
1 Supported by two soldiers, ho carefully
sighted and fired, and then was helpet
to the rear. He died from the effects o:
* his wound.
Much has been written of the "lino o:
battle," and here again the popular idei
is at fault. It would, no doubt, b<
much prettier for troops in action t<
~ preserve a regular formation, with ranki
well aligned and each rear-rank man ex
actly behind his file leader, and I re
^ member that in- the early days of th<
,j war the illustrated papers were nocus
tomod to represent battles in this way
* But this is not in the least in accord witl
the truth. In the toil of tho fight, witl
t the rapid loading and firing, and the fre
quent dropping of men dead or wound
ed, the line is destroyed, the ranks oftei
become mingled together, and the com
? pany bocomes an irregular squad o
f, knot of men, of whom half will be oi
the ground or firing from the knee.
*
g Insanity Increasing.
it Insanity is increasing in some of th
n United States, says an exohange, in i
i- ratio greater than that of the popula
d tion of nearly twelve per oent. Tb
>f increase is also larger in the foreign ele
a ment than in the native born. Thi
i- causes assigned for this increase amonj
y the American born population are " th<
it. nilnnntinilAl nrfaanrn nnnn ttia tmiinff ti
r. the neglect of physical exercise, artifloin
?- and unnatural babits of living, the ex
citement and oompetition of business
a and whatever causes multiply nervou
g diaoaaes, especially those by the brain
ir which result in mental derangement.
An Old Convict.
0 A Hartford correspondent of the New
York Sun describes a visit to the Con3
necticut State prison, at Weathersfleld,
* where he came across the remarkable
1 convict, Andrew D. Wells, who has been
1 a prisoner there from his sixteenth to
his sixtieth year, and who now, though
pardoned and released, still remains at
work in the prison.
Wells is described as a man of strong
, natural build, bat the impress of age is
^ visible in his wrinkled and somewhat
emaciated face, and in his stiffened beAr7
ing. His countenance told of a life of
silence, of uncheered labor, solitude
i and imprisonment. In conversation,
however, he is lively and chipper, and
> he told the story of his life with ease
1 and animation. He was thrice sentenoed
for robbery, a business, he says, which
[ his mother taught him when he was
1 a mere boy. He never attended school
* but a month in his life, and when he
entered the prison he could neither read
nor write.
I He managed to improve his mind
1 gradually, however, learning to read in
j his oell at night with an old copy of the
Bible and an almanac. A fellow pris|
oner taught him to write, and now he
1 is a regular subscriber to several periodicals
and papers. He lias a son whom
he never saw, and he has not seen his
* wife for eleven years.
The warden describes WellB as "a
BfiiaiLuw uiu ciiHj) una a nrst-citiBH meclianic.
He exhibited a box full of his
handiwork, consisting of small knives
and hammers three-quarters of an inch
long, to be attached as charms to watch
chains. Wells foels the prison walls his
home, and cannot bear to be at liberty,
so ho still works in the shop, and
boards and lodges with the chaplain.
There is a similarity in this to the
case of '' the aged prisoner of the Bastile
" and the "prisoner of Chillon."
Both spent tho best years of a lifetime
in prison, and when released begged to
| bo taken back again. What Byron puts
into the mouth of the old man of Chil)
Ion might well express the probable
feeling of all the three :
"At last men c&mo to sot me free.
I asked not why, I recked not when;
It was at length the samo to me
Fettered or fetterless to be.
> Those heavy walla to me had grown
A hermitage and all my own.
?**<*?*
| And the whole earth would henceforth bo
1 A wider prison unto me."
3
1 Bonnets.
: A fashionable girl says: What are
, called poke-bonnets aro most popular at
. present with young ladies. These are
slender shapes worn on the baok of the
I head, and extending high above it. Instead
of having flaring brimH, they are
close on the sides, and the whole top of
the head is left uncovered. These shapes i
in cream colored felt, or in velvet to ]
match costumes, are used for dress hats, j
They aro trimmed with soft silk and two
nodding domi-plumcs. An ornament of ;
gold or of silver is seen on. many handsome
velvet hats, yet most milliners nse
such decorations with care. A bird's !
wing stack in tho face trimming is '
also a popular fancy with stylish young
ladies.
The last importations are oapote bonnets,
shaped like babies' bonnets, without
a frame, and with cape and soft
crowns that can be crushed without injury.
Tho front frames tho face, and is
tied under the chin, like tho old-time
i oottage bonnets?a warm and eomfort,
able fashion that we predict will become i
I popular next winter after the poke-bonl
nets now worn liavo exposed the head of 1
1 the wearer and brought on neuralgia
3 and other ailmentR. A pretty capote of
f brown silk, with crown and cape in one :
i pieoe, lias a brown o trich ruche for face i
3 trimming, and a <l<\mask rose. A long i
7 scarf of ecru lace passes over the
i top, and serves for stnugs to tie under
j the ohin.
The Italian Brigand is the name given
a new round hat of black velvet, or of
r velvet made with high pointed crown
. and wide brim turned down. A scarf of
, scarlet silk, with gold bands in the end,
> ia firiii'n/1 rnnnil flwt nvnron on/1 an rvJ/1
j i? wniawvi iwuuu nuu ?u
. little aigrette of game feathers is stank
7 in the back.
I
r A Strange Proposition.
f A New York paper, the Graphic, in
4 all sincerity puts forth the following
f strange settlement of the capital punj
ishment problem. We publish it as a
j curiosity simply : As there is a preju_
dice against the putting to death of
_ persons whose neurosis crops out in
0 murder, a hint as to what should be
done with them might well be token
from the insect world. When wasps
j have laid their eggs they confine beetles
a near them for food; but should they
j. kill the beetles they would be a mass of
. corruption by tho time the eggs were
1 hatched, and should they leave them
*?11 1* 1L. 1.1 nk/V?? ATl/1
iuuy mivt*j i?uoy wuuiu ?pinwi uuuuwniiu
r kill tho young larvae. So the wasps
a wisely sting the beetles in such a way as
to paralyze and render them incapable
of motion, though they still live and
are incapable of doing harm. A man
insane enough to oommit a murder is
e always dangerous; but as it would be
a "inhuman" to kill him and unw se to
r leave him his liberty, and, as things go,
b impossible to confine him as insane
i- when he has beoome sane, would it not
b bo well to render him permanently inij
sane by processes well known to physi9
cians?to paralyze or reduce him to im3
becility?when he will feel no hardship
1 in his oonfinemeut aud humane persons
- will have no reason to complain ? It is
, evident that some oompromise must be
s brought abont in the matter, and there
, seems to bo none l>etter than that suggested
by the wasps.
Facts and Fancies.
King Alfonso's song?" I wish mamma
wore here."
He who oomplains of the shortness of
life will get satisfaction in eternity.
"My dear sir," is the way to oommenoe
telling a man than his bill is too
high.
Every cloud has a silver lining?except
Bed Oloud. His lining is copper
colored.
It is not enongh to remember the
poor. A little help occasionally will be
acceptable.
"Old-Man-Afraid-of-his-Wive? " is the
name by whioh Brigbam Young is known
among the Indians.
The supreme court of Iowa has just
decided that heirship may be resident in
an illegitimate child.
Reports show that the ootton crop of
the United States for 1875 is between
4,050,000 and 4,150,000 bales.
A lunatic in the Norwich (England)
hospital killed three children before he
could be captured and taken care of.
The New Haven Journal suggests
that the Centennial ooffe pot will probably
be exhibited on the " grounds."
New Jersey turned out 1,500,000
Eonnds of grapes last fall ; 200,000 were
ept for making w ne, and the rest exported.
A widow informed a friend at the
funeral that she couldn't' tell whether
she would wear mourning or not until
her husband's will was read. .
A Readme orirl will insist on wearinar
boys' clothes, and her father advertises
for a remedy. Dress up a yonng fellow
in girls' clothes and marry her off.
"Puts and calls" may be properly
defined thns: Yon put your money in ft
the liands of a broker lor the purpose
of speculation and call for tho profits in
vain.
It is said that since thrf abolition of
purchase in the British army many retired
officers have entered the ranks in
the expectation of working np to a commission,
"What! uo more ammunition?"
cried tho captain of a military company
on a field day. ''No; no more, repliod
his men. " Then?ah?oease firing,"
replied the officer.
An offioer who was shot, a grape shot
passing through his body, is alive and
holds the office of sheriff of Middlesex
county, Conn., and is now enjoying
good health and strength.
Bergh, the philanthropist, is trying
to got t.genis appointed all along the
Now York canals so as to arrest all
drivers using horses galled or injured.
Tho canal drivers do not like this.
Four wives in Virginia City celebrated
New Year by christening their babes,
and a fifth wife, being present, cried
herself into hysterics, because she had
no baby with which to oelebrate.
A woman of Pekiu.^ll., was asked by '
her minister if her husband feared the
Lord. She replied : " Fear him! Bless
you, he is so afeard of him that he never
goes ont of a Sunday without taking
his gun along."
A >v lhcoupiu euiior iJUUHtrHtou we prevailing
extravagance of the people nowadays
by calling attention to the oostly
baby carriages in use, while when he
was a baby they hauled him around by
the liair of his head.
Leading poultrymen have pnt in a request
for five acres of the Centennial
grounds, and 5,000 pens, at the Philadelphia
exhibition, for the display of
chickens, ducks, turkeys, geese, pigeons
and poultry products.
The cost of governing Great Britain
is about $515,000,000; the cost of governing
the United States is $645,000,000?thase
sums including all the expenses
of federal, State, county Mid
municial government.
A. chinaman in California, whose life
was insured for a large amount, was
seriously hurt by falling from a wagon.
There was some doubt of his ever getting
better, and at length one of his
friends wrote to the insurance company:
" Charlie half dead, like half money."
Rev. Mr. Shipman, of Norwich,
Conn., says that he was once called to
marry a man who was to be united to
his fourth wife. As he approached Ihe
couple he said, as usual: "Please
rise." The man fidgeted about oa his
chair, and finally remarked : " We've
usually sot."
The sight of a woman driving a cab
attracted the notioe of the police in
Glasgow, and the regular driver was
found inside the vehiole, dead. The
woman had gone on a spree with a com
E anion, and had given the man so much
quor that he had passed from insensibility
to death.
Desperate Women.
Jennie Collins, in the Boston 'lYanscript,
tells the following story of the
working girls of that city : On a Saturday
night, not long ago, three girls
came home with their week's par, and,
as the first one said, "Mother, hold your
apron," all threw their money into it.
T ilkA Vaaamaa AUA?
L QUU^rttlUUkMTU Mio UiUIOAUI, ?uwiuor VUOJf
were so good. Slie answered: " I wish
they were bad, then it wonld not break
my heart to see them deny themselves
every pleasure and work like slaves." *
One girl, who was out of work and in
debt last spring, eonld not bear the cross
looks when she went to the table, so she
in hev despair wandered into a street
car house, sleeping under a oar three
nights and sitting in an office in the davtirae.
This exposnre to the cutting oold
winds nearly oost her her life. When
she found something to do she dropped
on her knees and began to pray.