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In connection with the house is a first-clnss LI VERY STAPLE. where horses and vehicles can be had at nil times for town or country use, at the most reasona- ' bie rales. Conveyances to and from 'he depot at every train. decl8ti All Kinds Of Canned Goods, of bettt quality, and VOLUME XXXVI. * WHICH SHALL IT liC ? [A rich man who had no children proponed to his poor neighbor, who had seven, to take one of them, and promised, if the parents would consent, that he would give them property enough to make themselves and their other six children comfortable for life.] Which shall it be? AVhich shall it be? 1 looked at John, John looked nt me, And when I found that 1 must speak My voice seemed strangely low and weak. " Tell me again what Robert said : And then 1. listening, bout my head? And this is his letter. " I will give A house and land while you shall live, If, in return, from out your seven, One child to me for aye is given. 1 looked at John's old garments worn; I thought of all he had borne Of poverty, and work, and care, Which I, though willing, could not share ; I thought of seven young mouths to feed, Of seven little children's need, And then of this. " Come John," said I, "We'll choose among them as they lie Asleep." So, walking hand in hand, First to the cradle lightly stepped Where Lilian, the baby, slept. Softly the father stooped to lay His rough linnd down in a loving way, When dream or whisper made her stir, And huskily he said : " Not her!" We stooped beside the trundle bed, And one long ray of lamp light shed Athwart the boyish faces there. In sleep so beautiflil and fair. I saw on John's rough check A tear unvailed Ere John could speak, "lie is but a baby, too," said I, And kissed him as we hurried by. Then patient Robbie's angel face Still in Lis sleep bore suffering's trace, Say, for a thousand crowns, not him !" lie whispered, while our eyes were dim. Poor Dick ! had Dick ! our wayward 9on? Turbulent, restless, idle one? Pould lie be spared? Nay lie who gave Hade us befriend liini to the grave ; Only a mother's heart could be Patient enough for such as lie.' "And so," said John, "1 would not dare To take him from her bedside prayer." Tnen we stole softly above. And knelt by Mary, child of love. "Perhaps for her it wjnld better be," [ said to John, (juitc silently He lifted up a curl that luy Across her cheek in a wilful way, And shook his head: '-Nay love not tlice." The while my heart beat audibly. Only one more, our eldest lad, Trusty and truthful, good and glad. So like his father. "No. John, no ! 1 cannot, I will not, let him go." And so we wrote in a courteous wa3', IVe could not give one child away ; And afterward toil lighter seemed. Thinking of thai of which we ^renmcd, Happy in trtifli that not one face IVas missed from its accustomed plncp : Trusting the rest to the One in heaven. MRS SSLiUUUM S MiUlNiuni RIDE. What a IIeroic Woman Saw and Did on a Battle-field in 177G. The crowning net in the great drama known as the British Invasi ?n of North Carolina, was the Battle of Moore's Greek. The hundredth anniversary of that battle was duly celebrated by the Not til Carolinians, and in connection with an account of it, the following thrilling narrative is reproduced by the Wilmington Daily Journal: Mrs. Mary Slocum was the wife of Lieutenant Ezekiel Slocum, of Wayne county, a gallant officer who during the battle crossed Moore's Greek and attacked the enemy in the rear. He lived about a mile from the place known as Dudley, on the Wilmington und Wei Ion Railroad, some nine miles south of Goldsboro', and it was from this place that Mrs. Slocum started out on her solitary midnight ride. Iler story is best told in her own words. She says : ' The men nil left on Sunday morning. More than eighty wcr.t from this house with my husband. I looked at them well, and I could see that every man had mischief i? him. The Tories more than once tried to frighten me, but they always showed coward at the bare insinuation that our troops were about. Well, tlioy got off in high spirits. every man stepping li'gli nnd light, and I slept quietly and soundly that uK.rlw.fl Imrd nil the next UI?IU, u IIVI nvinvvi _ ? day; bull k<-| t thinking where they had trot to, how far, where and how many of the Regular* and 'i'urics they wou'd nivet; and I could not keep myself from that study. I went to bed at the usual hour but could not sleep As I lay?whether waking or sleeping I know not?I had a dream, yet it was not all udt'oiui." (Site used the words, uncouscious'y. of the poet not then in in being.) ' ! saw distinctly a body wrapped in my husband's guard cloak, bloody, deal, and others d< ad and wounded on the ground around him. I saw them plainly and distinctly. 1 uttered a cry and sprang to my feet on the floor; and so strong was the impression on my mind that I rushed in the direction the vision appeared, and came " 1 i TL. up against tlic side or tnc nmjsu. i |i(. (ire in the room gave little light, and I gazed in every direction to catch another glimpse of the scene. raised tlie light; everything was still and quiet. My child was sleeping but my woman was awakened by my crying out, 01 jumping 01 the floor. If I ever fell fear, it was at that moment. Seated on tho bed, I reflected for a few moments and said ulou 1 : 'I must go to him.' I told the woman I could not sleep, an i would rido dovn the road. She appeared in groit a'aim; but I merely told her to loc"; the door after mu und look after the child I went to tin stable, saddled my mare, as fleet and easy a nag as ever traveled, and in oik moo cot 1 wasteiring down the road in full iweep. The cool night itemed afllr I fciMlrUo'i fciltap, to bring ^ jj* c ! - JL L ^ reflection willi it: anil I asked mysell where I was going, and for what purpose. Again and again I was tempted ! to turn back ; but I was soon ten miles . f'rotfi home. I knew the general route . our little arm}- cxpreted to take, and nt daybreak I was thirty miles from boms, and had followed them without hesitation. '"About sunrise I came ur>nn a group of women and children, standing and silting Ly the roadside, each one ot them showing the same anxiety of inind I felt. Stopping a few minutes, 1 inquired if the battle had been fought. They know nothing, but were assembled on the road to catch intelligence. They thought Caswell had taken the right of the Wilmington road and gone towards tho Northwest (Cafe Fear.) Again I was skimming over the ground through a couutry thinly settled, and very poor and swampy ; hut neither my spirits nor my beautiful nag's failed in the least. Wo followed the well-marked trail of tho troops. The sun must have been well up. say eight or niue o'clock, when I heard a sound like thunder, which I knew must be cannon. I stopped still. Presently the cannon thundered again; the battle was then fighting. 'What a fool!' thought I; 'my husband could not be dead last, night, and the b itt'c only fighting now.' So we went faster than ever, and soon I found by the noise of the guns that I got near tho fight. Again I stopped; I could hear muske's, I could hear rifles, I could henr shouting. I spoke to my marc and dashed on in the direction of the firing and shouts, now louder than mi.- i-i: ? -1 T 1,?,t \>aon fj. over. J II*" Dim J j/.tm i I>uu uv I. .v. lowing brought Die into the Wilmington road, leading to Moore's Creek llridge, a f- w hundred yards below the bridge. A few yards frotn the road, under a cluster of trees, were lying, perhaps twenty men. They were the wounded. I knew the very spot; the very trees; and the position of the mm I knew, as if I had seer, it a thousand times. I had seen it- in my dream all tiight! I saw all at once ; hut in an instant, my whole soul was centred in one spot; for there, wrapped in the bloody guard cloak, was ro.y husband's body ! How I passed the few yards from my saddle to this place 1 never knew. I rr member uncovering his head, and seeing a face clothed- with gore from n dreadful wound across the temple. I put may hand on his bloody face; 'twas warm, anion unknown voice begged f\.r iruter. A small ramp-kettlo was n.-nr and n stream of water clo-e by. I brought it. poured some into his mouth, washed his f:iee. and behold it was Frank Ojgiel! He soon revived, and j C"u!d speak. 1 was washing 'ho wound in h-s head. Said he: {lt is not that; it in that hole in my by (hot is killing me.' \ puddle of blood was standing on the grouud about his feet. I took his knife, cut away his trowscrs and stocking, and found that, the blood came | from h shot-hole through and through j j the fleshy part of his leg. I looked j about, and could fee nothing that looked as if it would do for dressing wounds j hut some hcart-lcavcs. I gathered a j handful, and bound ihcui tight to the . holes, and the bleeding stopped, I then went to the others, and, doctor! I dressed the wounds of many a brave fellow who did good fighting long after ! that day. "I had not inquired for my husband ; hut while I was busy, Casweil came up. j lie appeared very much surpri.-ed to sec mo. and, was, with his hat in his i hand, about to pay sonirt compliment; hiit I interrupted liini by asking hint, j 'Where is iny husband?' 'Where he ought to be, nia'm?in pursuit of the enemy' 'Hut pray,' said be. 'bow cauic J you here ?' 'Oh, 1 thought.' T replied, you would need nurses as well as soldiers. See. T have dressed the wonds j of many of these good fellows ; and here is one (going to Frank aud lifting him up with my arm under his head so that lie could dri ik some more water,) would have died b:fi?re any of you eould have helped him.' 'I believe you,' said Frank. Just then. I looked up. and my husband, as bloody as a butcher, and as muddy as a ditcher, stood before ! me. 'Why, Mary,'exclaimed he. what j are you doing7 Hugging Frank Cogdell. the greatest reprobate in the army?' I don't care,' I cried. 'Frank is a bravo fellow, a good soldier and a true friend to Congress.' 'True, every Word of it,' said Caswell. 'You are right, madam,' with '.lie lowest possible bow. I could out tell my husband what brought me there. I was so happy, and so were all It mis a rjloriou* victmy 1 camo just at ti e height of*the ' nj<?\ment. I knew my husband was surprised, but I could see he was not displeased with mo. It was night again before our excitement subsided. Many prisoners \vtre brought in, and among them, simc v< ry obnoxious ; but the worst of the tories were not taken prisoners They were lor the 1 most part, left in the wood- and swauips wherever they were overtak'U. I begg> d f'?r some of the poor pri-.tm rs. and (iaswell readily told mo none should be I.,no i.iii <111 11 iiv 1 11 been euiltv of murder or liouscbnrriitii:. In tin* mi idle of the night I again mounted my mare and started for home, (jaswell and my husband wanted me to stay un'! til next morning, and tliey would send I ; see a party with me; but no, 1 wanted to [see my child, and t?dd they could send no party who could keep up with me. I i What a happy ride 1 had hack ! and with what joy did 1 embrace my ohild I as he ran to embrace uic, I A genth man said when a pretty g?rl , trod on his toes that hi had rectived [ thA stamp of bAaot/. JAI&DEN, S. C., MARCH L JLJ X (Jen. Albert Sidney Johnston. His Surgeon Relates IIow He Fell a Viotim to ms Humanity1. I, I have received a letter since the publication of niy sketch of General Albert Sidney Johnston that I think should be publ'shed, as it contains what 1 have little doubt is a truthful narration of an incident connected with General John ston's death, so full of intrinsic interest, so honorable to the deceased and so cal culatcd to ertdcnr liim to the people of the north, that it may be regarded as an important contribution to the chronicles of the great struggle. It has never before been in print. It is in exact accord with General Johnston's character. It is full of pathos for every true man of the North : In connection with this matter it may I not be atniss to say that Gov. Colquitt, of Georgia, told the writer to-day that he heard Mr. Davis say that, in his judgment, General Johnston had no equal among our Generals in his military genius for conducting vast operations. Hut to the interesting letter to which I have alluded. It is dated Columbus, Gergia, and is as follows: ,4iI was very much interested in your article on Gen. Sidney Johnstop, and it seems to me that there was one circunt1 stance connected with his death (if I have been correctly informed) which ought to be brought out. I will state it to you as it was told to mo by the late Dr. A. J. Foard, at that time the Medical Director of the army. You can easily verify it by'sending this lettr r to my friend, Dr. David W. Yandell. of Kentucky, who, I think, was then oo I the General's staff. while I was io charge at Goiinth I will give you, al ovtr as I can. the words of Dr. Foard. SaiJ Dr. F.: "Gen. Johnston fell a victim to his humanity. The Federals worp in full retreat, and the General riding to the front, when he came across a squad of wounded Federal soldiers and officers. Stopping, he kindly addressed them and nsked if any of them were badly wounded. Then turniug to his staff, ho remarked : "It nearly breaks my heart to sec men in that unifVm suffering " "Doctor." addressing his staff surgeon. (YandeU. ! I think,) "Do stop, and see if you can do Homethiiig for those poor fellows." The Doctor stopped. The General, riding on, was soon wounded. Gov. Harris, seeing it, asked if he was uot hurt? 'Not much,' said the* General riding on. Soon ufter, Gov. Harris saw the blood pouring out of the top of his boot, and again asked liiin. when the General said he felt faint, and was assisted from his horse, j "The popliteal artorv wast cut (Ibis is an artery in the leg below the knee.) and had his surgeon only been present with him when it was first noticed, he would have been in no danger scarcely of even losing his leg as no surgeon would have permitted hiui to ride on without an examination. So that you so*. if I am correctly informed, General .Johnston fell a victim to run own nu manity lo an enemy, and the fact ought lo be prominently brought out in any biography of him. Yours truly, (Jiiart.es Terry, M. D." The incident is certainly a beautiful one. It has been known that if a tourniquet could hare been immediately used to stop the flow of blood. General Johnston's life could have been snved. But this is the first time that the absence of skill nnd instruments was due to the General's own tender humanity to the wounded foe, a humanity the | more striking because it was exhibited in all the terrible excitement of the bat* tic. Those who have read the sketch of Gen. Johnston, will probably read with interest this important and touching incident that has been evoked. I aui, very truly, I. W. Avery. Atlanta, Geo. Feb., 1878. Rest for the Weary. What a strange thought !?all this rustless world is seeking rest. Those who drag their wenry bodies home night after night, nnd fall down upon restless beds, worried with the anxiotios anJ cares of business, arc yet seeking mul v/ii luili,.v<i ilut time will come - J~ - - ? when their desire shall be fulfilled. The rare-worn browa you will meet to-nior~ i row are all seeking rest, rest. It rs not found in porrrty. perhaps it larks under the rich man, all the while, lies groanI injr upon Ms cuch, or stands with wrinkled brow, nerpbxed with care. Where is rest'( What is rest ? It is the divine principle of p'-acc within that comes IVotn (lod. As well seek roses upon the nullid check of death as rest ?ut of (Jed. The needle never rests till it turns to the polo. If.i little child is frightened at his play, lie comes runl niog into the house to mothrr. She takes him to her hoaom. presees kisses j upon his brow, nnd while she sings some lullaby of love, all fear fades from bis lace and ho sleeps in peace. God wants to fill a mother for the whole world. If it be misfortune or poverty, or gloomy foreboding that makes one unhappy, God can give him rest, and breathe a ' lulluhy of love ubove bis tempest tossed j 1 soul that will still its raging, llest, I pence, is a principle that lies within us ' and not without. Some, possessing it, j have rejoiced in their rags and poverty; others not possessing it, have found a crowned head uneasy. 0 that every anx ious, longing heart would look a way to him who walks among tho golden lamps or Heaven! "Take toy yoke upon ybu lad yd dbfcll fled net aoto yoat ftottlr' 19, 1878. Growlers. Thrre is a class ol mm in every community who po out with vinegar faces, because somebody feels above them, or because they arc not appreciated as they should bf\ anti who have A constant quarrel with their destiny. These men, usually, have made a very crave mistake in the estimate of their abilities, or arc unmitigated asses. Tn either ease they are unfortunate. Wherever this faultfinding with one's condition or position occurs there is always a want of self respect. If people despise you. do not tell it all over town. If you arc stuart, show it. Do something, and keep doing. If you arc a right down clever fellow, wash the wormwood off your face, and show your good deeds. Then, if people'-feel above you," go straight off and feci above them. If.they turn up their noses because you are a mechanic, or a farmer, or a shop boy, turn up a notch higher. If they pass you in j the street, swell yourself, and if that | don't fetch them, conclude very good I naturedly that they arc unworthy your acquaintance, and pity them for missing such a capital chance of getting into society. Society never estimates a man at what he imagines himself to he. lie must show himself possessed of self res* pec*, independence, energy to will and to do, and a good sound heart. These qualities and possession will "put him through." Who blames a man for feeling above those who ore degraded enough to go around like babies, telling j how people abuse them, and whining becsiupc soeiety will not take them by i the collar and drag them into decency? j We are tolerably humble, in our way, but wc do leel above such folks, and respectfully request theui not to speak to us. The White Deer of Cape Cod. There are said to he about five hundred deer in the forests of Plymouth and Barnstublo counties, Mass., and among them there is a white deer, bclii-ved to he an albino, which is thus described by a writer in the Fnrrst avtl Sfrrant : Thin marvel was Gr?t *ren in.'lSTl and thus he has run the gauntlet j nml evaded the barbarous huntsman for seven years. nnd. strange to relate, has been slmt at but twice during these years. The grazing and ranging ground of this white prince of the forest is com- j narntively small, and it is believed by the good people of North Falmouth J that his nightly lodge has not been over j three.fourths of a mile from the village. He has been seen hundreds of times, and all relate the wune story. In sire he is unquestionably enormous for his race, and to use the language of an fn- ; dividual who saw him lying down in a j field with three red, or brown deer, "in proportions, judging from bis footprints in the sand, he will compare favorably with d decent-sized cow." When lie j rose to bis feet, and, while stretching, i lie faced our informant, who says his ' ponderous horns reminded him of a ; "large rustic rocking chair." As this, tlie prince of our forest, is not a humbug, I hope some student of uatural history will feel induced to capture this deer alive, aud place him in some one of j our American city public parks, and , show to the world the renowned albiuo . deer from Cape Cod. ? A Strange Official. An almost incredible story readies us in regard to Marshal C'anrobert, who was recently scut to Rome to represent France at the funeral of Victor Kmuian* uel and the access-ion to the throne of King Humbert. In order to defray the expense* of himself and suite, the marshal wus given the sum of 30 000 francos, and it turned out that he only spent 13, 000. On returning home he went to the foreign office, and handed to the minister of that department the unexpended balance, amounting to 17.000 francs. The minister refused to tak't the money, alleging thut there was no precedent for such a proceeding; that the appropriation was made and properly accounted for, which was an end to the matter so i far as he was concerned. The marshal J answered that if it was absolutely neccg- ! sary tlie money should ho stolen from 1 the exchequer, he would insist that the party selected should he another than himself, and demanded a receipt for the overplus. As Marshal (Janrobert was horn in ISO!), before defrauding the : public was considered the legitimate j perquisites of an office, it is possible the | story may he true, in which event the j fuel is clearly established that the French marshal had no connection or complicity with South Carolina lie pu hi cans in the flu^li titius, about which there has been such racy reading for several weeks.? (''nfunihui Register. Eternity. Eternity has no gray hairs. The fbiwets fa e, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on eternity. Eternity ! Stupendous thought ! The ever-present, J ? .... > ? i..:. _ .i.? uIInorn, unuecaying, aim uuujmg, mu end If 68 chain, coin posing the life of (Jod, the nnlden thread, entwining the destinies, nl' the universe. Earth has its beauties, but time enshrouds them for the grave; its honors are but the sunshine of an hour; its palaces arc but gilded sepulchres ; its pleasures, they nrc but as the bursting bubbles. Not so in the untried bouruc. In the dwelling of the Almighty can cutue no footstep of decay. Its way rid know no darkening, eternal splendor forbids the approach af night. Wiry fthapl?ul?|rapk oprlf4ri.| ml NUMBER 30 A Murderer Taken lo the Funeral of His Victim. A young man was murdered while walking from Kingatowii to Carthage, Indiana, the deed being done will) an axe. Jlarrv Foxwell, a saloon keeper and a general desperado of Kingstown, was arrested for the deed. He employed ?:i ~ ? -J l.?l.)ln his nhilifv UUUUl'U; UIJU UUIUIJ UVV^IV. J to prove an alibi. On Wednesday he was taken to Carthage for a preliminary hearing in custody of four officers. They passed the fcpot wbcro the murder was committed, and compelled Foxwell to look at the blood and brains still lying on the ground. He turned deathly pale, trembled and became siek at the stomaeh. Arriving at Carthage, the funeral nf the murdered man was in progress, and the people were taking a look at the corpse. The officers took Foxwell into the church and up to the coffin. When he looked at the muhluted head of the victim he almost swooned away. A sister of the murdered man uttered a piercing shriek and fell fainting. A score of other women screamed, and the excitement became intense. Several men rushed at the prisoner, yelling, '-Hang him ! Shoot him !" and a number of pistols were leveled. The minister besought, begged and commanded, and with his assistance and that of a few citizens, the prisoucr was rescued, plaicd in a hack and driven to Kushville. His trial will come j up to-day. Attend to Business. Nothing Lot ruin stares that farmer io the faca who docs not pay personal attention to all the most minute details of his farm. There arc a thousand small leaks about the management of an ordinary farm, that if not closely attendded to. will surely brine the most hard workine farmer to ruin and bankruptcy. Nine-tenths of the sinking farmers can attribute their preseut distress to no other cause than lack of close attention to small details of the farm ; a closer supervision of machinery and tools, the stock and their feed, a place for every* thing and evcrjthing in its place. No one is as much interested in attending to these details as the boss. Such a course will, in a few months, or a year or two at most, enable many farmers who are now on (ho down grade, to again begin to ascend. If heroically persevered in, it will surely make headway against what now looks so hopeless. A fear of sunburnt hands and face, dirty clothes and boots, and a desire to have a reputation that ho does not work on tho farm, has been a fruitful source of loss to many farmers. The Sable Mother's Warning. "Kphraim, come to your mudder, boy. Whar you bin ?" "Playin* wid de white folks' chillun." "You is eh 7 See hyar, chile, you'll broke your old muddej's heart, an' bring her gray hairs in sorrow to the grave with your reckluo.ness an: carryins on wid evil nssoyashuns. Ilabn't 1 raised you up in do way you should oughter go ?" "Yethum." Ilalm't 1 bin kinc an' tender wid you uu' treated you like uiy own chile, which you is *" "Yethura." ' Ilabn't I reezened wid you and prayed wid, and deplored de Rood Lord to wrap you up in His buzzum ?" "Yethum." "And isn't T yer natnarl detector and uuardecn fu' de law ?" "Yethum." "Well, den, do you s'poee IVc pwine to hab yer morals ruptured by de white trash ? No, sah 1 Git in de house dis instep: and if I ohber cotch you 'munieatin* wid de white trash eny mo', fo' de Lord, nipper, I'll brake yer brack head wid a brick !" Marriage. Murriupc is to a woman at once the happiest or saddest event of her life ; it is the promise of future bliss, raised on the death of all present enjoyment. She quits Iter home, her poreutu, ner companions. ner occupations, her occupations, her amusements, every thine on which she has depended for comfort, for affection, for kindness, for pleasure. The parents by whoso advico has been guided, tlie sister to whom she has dared to impart every embryo thought and feeling, the brother who has played with her?by turns the counsellor?all, to be forsaken nt one fell stroke ; and yet she flies with joy into the untrodden path before her. Buoyed up by the confidence of requited love, she bids a fond and gru'eful adieu to the life that is past, and departs with excited hopes and joyous anticipations of the huppiness to come Thin woe to the man who can blight such fair hopes?who can treacherously lure such a heart from its peaceful enjoyment, and the watchful protection nt home?who can coward like break the illusions that have won her, and destroy the confincnce which love had inspired? Woe to such a mau ! Mode&ty. Beauty is never so lovely and attractive as when it is hidden beneath the veil of retiring modesty. The most beautiful flower of the garden that most attracts and charms the set ses, never appears so lovely as when it is beheld sweetly peeping from the midst of its curtain of green leaves, which serves to partially protsct it from the sun and alaminti, end hmdlr Itfe charts doubly i ifltirtdtinf feftd tautifoty ADVERTISING RATES. Time. 1 in. } col. } co). 1 col. 1 week, $100 $5 00 $0 00 $15 00 2 44 175 7 50 1*2 25 20 00 2 " 2 50 (J0() 15 25 24 00 4 44 3 00 1Q 50 WOO 27 5(1 5 44 3 50 It 75 ' io 50 3100 1 44 4 00 12 60 22 75 34 00 7 44 4 50 13 25 24 75 37 00 8 44 5 00 14 00 20 00 40 UO 3 ino? 0 50 17 00 32 00 50 00 4 44 7 50 19 00 39 50 69 00 0 44 8 50 24 00 48 00 84 00 9 '? 9 50 60 00 59 00 105 00 12 44 10 25 35 00 08 00 120 00 W Transient advertisement* roust l>e accoasnied with the cash to insure insertion. i 11 i i ?? Stoves, Coal and Gold. Stores are of comparntirely modern invention, and were first used in the northern countries of Europe. Ben. Franklin was one of the earliest writers on stoves, and {invented 'some very ingenious forms of them, one of which bears the name of the inventor. Coal seems to have been unknown to the ancients. It is not known at what time it began to be used as a iuel. England was the first country where it was used to any considerably extent, and it was not until the end of the thirteenth century that it was employed in J<ondon, and then at first only .ia arts and manufactures. Tn 1316 its use was prohibited by Parliament on' the ground that it was injurious to hralrh. The higlt price of wood, however, soon compelled its general us?. Cola was in all probability one of the ? - ? 1 * 1_ T*. 1 onrnesi aisjcoverea tnctaif. it naa up>.-? by the Egyptian* sod other ancient nations for the satnc purposes as it is today. In Genesis,"xiii.. 2, Abraham is said fo have been :srich in cattle, in silver and gold." Its discovery is lost in the midst of antiquity. The Price of A Kies. A woman, calling herself Tom-ri-jon, who distinguished herself by walking through the streets in the lower part of the city dressed in men's c'othes of a fantastic make, made a complaint in (be Tombs Police Court yesterday against IP nry Cunnington, nl'52 Oliver street. "Judge," said she, "I was selling my papers on the corner of Vesey street and Ilreadwaywhenthis man came up to mo and asked me for a kiss. I told him to go away, bat he wouldn't So I waited until a policeman was near, and then [ caught hold of hiut and held him until the officer came up. I was going to lit the little fool go. but it just happened that I was too strong for him." "What have you to say ?" asked Justice Murray of Cunnington "I only asked for a paper and chaffed her a little." "If that is nil," replied Ills Honor, "I will fine you $10, and you must either furnish $500 bail for good be havior or go to the Island for three months." 'Leonora.' lie said, and his low, pleading tones were brimmed with boiling passion, 'can you love ? Will you he mine ? May I hope ? Shall I tear the loved image from my bosom ? Most I surrender thee ? Might I look forward to a joyous day when ' and he paused, satisfied wiih the mess of verbs he had spilled all over the carpet. The young girl gazed at hiin sadly and tenderly : Then flush to her swimming eyes, and, opening her peach-bloom mouth, she said, hesitatingly, 'Alfred, what sized pocket book do you wear ? A little squint-eyed Chicago boy pranced up to his mother one day and said "Ma, hain't I been real good since I've begun to go to Sunday-school?" "Yes, my lamb," answered the mother, fondly. "And you trust me now. don't ? V i?\T ac ??w rlnrlltint " din J'UU, U4U i XVP, % ? ?! WHV replied again. 4,Thcn," spoke up the little ionocent, ''what makes you keep the cookies locked up in the pantry the same an ever ?" Most of the great European powers arc governed by persons advanced in years. GortsohakofT, tho real ruler of Russia, is SO years old ; Bismarck, of Germany, is G3; Marshal MacMahon, the President of France, is nearly TO, and Dufaure, the present head of the French Ministry, is 78. Lord Bcaccnsfield, Prime Minister of England, is in his 73rd year, and his rival, Mr. Gladstone, is only four years his junior. Ccneral Grant is still in Europe, and in treated with distinguished consideration wherever he goes. It is said that the General's vulgar habits, such as smoking in the presence of ladies, cat ing with his knife instead of his fork, and using his tocthpick in company? are regarded by some of the people with whom he has cotuc in contact as little oddities, and by others as accomplishments. The women in olden times were pro. l.ibitcd from marrying until they had spun a set of bed furniture, and hence they were called spinsters until they were. So goes the story ; but supposing the same requirements were con. tinued in these modern times?what regiment of old maids, there would to. ' You must cultivate decision ofebaractcr, and learn to say "No," said a father to his son. Soon aftorward, when the father said to hi? son "Chop wood," the boy said, "No," with an cinphnsis that showed that he remembered the lesson. Yo i can't have everything you want in thi< world. Life is a blanket that is too short, if you pull it up over your shoulders you uncover your feet, and if you cover your feet your shoulders must be tare. However, some cheerful people manage to draw their feet up a little and pass a pleasant night. Forgiveness.?When a poor little deaf and dumb boy was asked the moaning of "forgiveness," lie paused a moment ; then takiDg his pen, he wrote, "It is the odor which the trampled flower gives out to bless (lie foot that crushes it. A person who had been listening td I vefct dull tddttM remarked thkteverl yiijr t ?* ^lB<