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VOLUME XXXVI.
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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*
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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