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P m~B rnwm? m??? imi? ? ? m i i THE JOURNAL. 6. 6. ALEXANDER, Proprietor. CAMDEN, - SOUTH CAROLINA. Footsteps on the Other Side. Sitting in my humble doorway, Gazing out into the night, List'ning to the stormy tumult With a kind ol sitd delight? Wait I lor the loved who comes not, One whose step I long to hear; One who, thought he lingers lrom mc, Still is dearest of the dear. Hark ! who comes?now heart exultant In thy joy forget to chide; Ah ! 'lis but a stranger's footstep Gone by 011 the other side ! All the night seems filled with weeping, Winds are wailing mournlully, And the rain-tears blent together .Journey to the restless sea, I can lancy, sea, you murmur, As they with your waters flow, Like the griets of single beings Making up a nation's woe ! Branches, bid your guests be silent, Hush a moment, Iretiul rui^, Breeze, stop sighing?let mo listen Once more?God grant not in vain; To my cheek the blood is springing Like the blushes of a bride. Joy ! alas ! again the lootsteps Pass upon the other side. Ah ! how many wait oiever, For the steps that never come-, Wait until the pitying angels Bear them to a avcnly home. Many in the still ot midnight, In the streets ha ve lain and died While the sound ol human lootsteps Reached them from the other side. Many a wretch has paused a moment, Glancing round with crazy eyes; * Death looked up trom gloomy waters, Death looked down from darkened skies; Paused, then leaped, where, God knows only, He alone heard "Jesus " cried, And the prayer, lost in the footsteps Passing on the other side. Ears, so olt jpou have deceived me, Heart, such false alarms you beat, I can scarcely dare to trust you. Yet methinks that up the street Sounds a step I know, now nearer, Faster comes it, till at last, Happy wile ! his arms enfold ine, And my weary vigil's past. God, give all who wait an ending To their watch, as sweet as mine; God, send out ol tears and storm-clouds Smiles to cheer and stars to shine. God, bid drooping hearts be hopelul, Strong in laith whate'er betide; Trusting that ere long the footsteps Will not pass the other side. ?Margaret Kytingc. .-.i,! , . * ROSE MATHEWS. The sun was sinking in the west, and as its rays fell aslant upon the gable end of a weather-stained house, among the hills of a small village in Massachusetts. a beautiful face stained with tear drops, and a head of yellow hair made golden by the sunbeams, looked from out a small window in the peaked roof, and, straining her eyes to catch the beauties of the varying landscape, as if for the last time, saw in the distance the form of one she had learned to look upon as the dearest friend among her country acquaintances. Wiping the tears from ner eyes^ and brushing the golden Presses, she went slowly down stairs to lave a quiet talk, and say " good-bye,'' /?erhaps, forever. Some half dozen years ago Rose's mother had died suddenly, nnd Mr Matlicws had taken it to heart so that the doctors, fearing serious effects, had sent him abroad. Confiding his little Rose to his favorite aunt,in the little tillage of L , he went abroad to seek the needed change. But after many weary months of restlessness, he found he was growing weaker, and, settling himself quietly down to die in a little Swiss town, he wrote his aunt44 that he had left everything to Rose, excepting a small annuity to her, and that he wished her to keep Rose with her always, if possible." But the Swiss air seemed to fill him with new life,and contrary to his expectations lie began to improve. The little prmnf-rv Hootnv nnrlovefs\r\A RJo j \?vvvvft uauviOkVUU 1113 WU9V UUt" ter than his great Boston physician had done, and after a coupie of years spent in quiet and observance of the health regulations prescribed by the little Swiss doctor, he found himself growing stouter and healthier than he had been for years. Sitting in the twilight he thought ot his little Rose, now budding into womanhood, and made up his mind to trans piant ner to the old country, giving her the benelit of travel, and a chance to make up her mind whether her affections would take root either in the little Swiss hamlet he had grown so fond of, or in some larger city of the old world. Rose had received word that her father would arrive in a few days, and after spending a couple of weeks at the old form, would hike her across the seas to live with him. A letter Irom abroad, in that quite village,was something wonderful at that n time. Rut, that one of their number, one that they had grown to look upon as a fair maiden belonging to their little town forever, was to go abroad to live, was past all comprehension. The old gray pastor came to see her, r.na ?vit:i tears in his eyes "hoped .10 woui never fail to pray for her friends on this side of the Atlantic, or feel above ihe religion she had professed in the little wlrtc church." Tim village maiden* r. mm COW looked with wonderment, and almost with awe, on the beautiful wardrobe in preparation. The village dressmaker was at her wits' end to furnish patterns | in the latest style, and give a city air to j her customer's beautiful fabrics. Many hearts were saddened to think ; of parting with the beautiful village { Rose, but no heart beat with such dis! appointment and throbbed with such J anguish as her friends over in the farra. house on the hill. John Allen was the I "I'O " 11 n si /lovnel fs\ nnnct rlnTt'n ? lli At UKjy OII\_ uaivu w vvtMu \iv ? ?* ! hill with; the first she had received as| sisfanee from in her studies, for his arm j and brain seemed so steady and reliable I that she never felt any fear of accidents J or ashamed of the assistance lie offered. He was the enly young man she would receive any attention from now, as she was budding into womanhood. Being some years her senior, he knew of the many fials of faith she would I have to go through, the many chances of marriage she would have from those far above him socially, and so he had not trammeled her young heart by any promises or ties stronger that friendship. It was from her he had received encouragement for his profession. It was her bright face that had given liim power to give the best years of his life to it; and now, as he was nearly through his theological course, and an appointment in the ministry awaiting him, he bowed bis bead in grid, and icitasu this breaking up of his future dreams was more than he could bear. No words about the future had passed between them, but the trusting hand held within his own, and the brown eyes, looking up to him from outamass of golden hair, lighting up the face with such an eager, bright look, told him of what was in store for him when he had readied the goal he was trying for. Rose met John Allen silently and sadly. She sat down in her little rocker without daring to look up, until John said, in his quiet way: " Rose, wouldn't you like a walk up the ' Peak' to-night? We may never have another chance, and it is very lovely P Rose stopped her nervous rocking, and donning her jaunty little imported hat, which, to John's eyes, made her look prettier than ever, went out beneath the rays of the setting sun. We will not dwell on that quiet walk; the coming home in the twilight, with the "good-night" on the low veranda. Rose's pillow was wet with tears that night, because John was letting her go from him without exacting any promise from her but that she would write him every week. John Allen sat by the window that night, looking toward her home, thinking of the dark and dreary future before him; and not till the morning light began to break did he realize how the darkest night of his life had passed. Mr. Mathews arrived, and was pleased ancPjj.v.v.v.-^.-ov^tue nine uwae itt; nau left behind him in such delicate health now grown to such a beautiful and stately maiden. As he folded her to Irs heart he told her "how much she looked like her mother, and how happy he would be in her society," until Ro3e murmured to herself: "I shall never leave him alone again." The days flew by, and Rose bid adieu to all of her friends. John Allen has h:.d no chanc asince their quiet walk to look into the brown eyes so dear to him, and, as he calls with the other neighbors the night before her departure, to say "good-by," nothing in his manner tells of the anguish within. But Rose notices the pale, haggard look, and iongs ro cheer him. But no : word or look from him encourages her, and so she bids him "good-by" with a siignt tremor in her voice unci a gentle pressure of the hand. Mr. Mathews and Rose arrived safely, and were soon ensconced in their home across the seas. But it was not in the little Swiss hamlet that Mr. Mathews had intended to settle down quietly in, but in gay and giddy Paris. The excitement and beauty of this city had such a charm for Rose that Mr. Mathews could not think of taking her froir it. He saw that something was wearing upon her mind, and often questioned himself if he had acted wisely in bringing her from her old home and associations ; but he could not bear to think she could ever care for any one more than she did for him. So, thinking he might drive away the shadow by continual changes, he kept her in this gay and festive train. All admirers of flie handsome American were treated well, so that Rose could have all the escorts she wished without feeling obliged to depend on him. Rut to them all she had been coldly polite, until a gentleman from New York brought a letter of introduction te them in Paris. He was tall, finely formed, and one of the most brilliant conversationalists Rose had ever met. Even Mr. Mathews felt more in his welfare and acquaintance than he cared to admit. Rose had never forgotten her promise to John Allen, and had not failed in I writing to him every week since her arrival at I'aris, until after a twomonths' acquamhmce with Mr. Fred Hey wood. Tlicn her letters crew shorter and loss frequent, until she began to he ashamed of her " girlish lolly,'' as she eallcd it, and when she looKPa in mo mi 10 looKoc, nanging 011 her chain, and saw tho plain, matterol'-fact face, with that far-away look in the eye?, she found the comparison | between it and Fred Hey wood's so ! marked that she closed it with scarcely j a sig'i of regret. 1 It was Valentine's eve. and Itose sat ' a mid the gathering twi'Ldit, thinkin na^TTTr ???? ????? of the last Valentine's day she had 1 spent in America. i The ride in the moonlight, through ^ the keen, irosty air, enveloped in butlalo i robes, and tucked away so carefully that t she could scarcely'move her arms; watched over by a calm, quiet fellow, t who anticipated her slightest wish, and j over whose quiet face a smile stole < every little while in answer to her pretty 1 little sayings. 1 Then the little note in the morning, i brought by the hired man, from the ( farm-house on the hill. j But over this bright picture a shadow t fell?a shadow of uncertainty and un- r rest. i Rose could not tell why this picture seemed so dismal to her this evening, unless it was because John Allen was so sober and old-fashioned; and, some- 1 how, she was tired of such prosy lei- I lows. 1 Now Fred Hey wood was bright and i cheerful, and so polite! She was posi- 1 tive he lcfted her better than matter-of- ' ] fact John Allen did. And so her eyes 1 took a softer look, and a brighter glow c came over the fair young face as she j built castles in the air of the near future, 1 when she should have the pleasure of t saying "yes" to the question she longed j to have asked her by Fred. But somehow, as the evening shadows ' crept in, and the picture of that far-away t Valentine eve was o'ershadowed with t the somber hues of John Allen's ghost, the present picture and the castle build- i ing seemed not half as pleasant as the J castles built in the far-away farm-house among the hills. b Mr. Mathews looking on in silence. * He knew the worth of her old friend, ] and was positive that he would attain ! some high position worthy of his energy < and application, and would never have 1 stood between him and Rose if he had found she had loved him as she was ,< capable of loving. But this new friend, I this bright, cheerful, dashing Fred Hey- j wood, seemed more suited to Rose's taste, and sp he looked on, watching the ' end, fearing to give his influence on..] either side. Valentine's Day Came, freighted with" '< soft winds and golden sunbeams, so dif- ' ferent from the long ago frosty day ' among the hills of Massachusetts. In-., stead of the little note, in a great, ugly'^ yellow envelope, brought by the hired man, and soiled by his dusty bands, two 1 beautiful, filmy, lace envelopes, embossed with roses and honeysuckles, i were handed her, on a silver tray. 1 Rose openecTthe first, and found noth- 1 ing within but a simple line: 1 "Will you accept me for your Valentine? John Allen." 1 Rose sat speechless tor a moment, gaz- j ing at the familiar writing of long ago, listening for a familiar footstep that she ( thought must follow this writing, wondering where the writer could be at present, and what he would say at the ? ciiangc in net, - ?? _ ? After many wonderments and mis- , givings she stilled the beatings oi her heart, and the half-regretted thoughts , of the past, and ODened the other. A beautiful picture of Fred met her gaze, and beneath it, in his bold handwriting, "Your Valentine." Then a nice little note, sealed with his own seal. She sat for a long time toying with it y before she could make up her mind to open it, and then as she gazed upon the , page her eyes seemed to dilate, and her , face flushed with anger. Throwing the , picture on the floor, she stamped upon j it, saying, "How dare he write in this manner about me?" until the picture was crushed to atoms; then, seating 1 herself on the sofa, she burst into tears, ! and cried until she heard her father's footsteps in the library a coupleof hours 1 after. She went into the room, and seating herself on his knee, held the note before y his eyes. ] "What h it, Rose? What is the matter?" " Read it, papa, and see how fortunate I've been." Mr. Mathews took up the noto and read: "Deak Al. : Send me five hundred r dollars as soon as you receive this, for I . * A ? A J L &U1 Ut'itU IJIUM*. " You'll have it back in a few weeks, c for the iittle'country girl'is dead in love with me, I'm sure, and is only waiting to be asked. " I'll make it all right with her to- i morrow, as it is Valentine's day, and in a few weeks have a grab at the old man's money-bags. " "Mr. Mathews thinks I'm all'hun- a key,' and I think he is about right, t Lucky thing I came to Paris just now, t isn't it? : . "I might have missed this chance, 1 and, to tell the truth, I'm half in love with the little puss. Now, if it wasn't s for that dark-haired girl in New York, s I'd be dead in love with this one; but she is poor and this one is rich. I'll soon change round, no doubt of it, when I begin to get 'Hush.' "Don't "fail me, Al, lor I'm 'run ashore.' "Won't we have a good time at my expense, soon? I'll pay you all up, o old boy. Yours truly, -y Fkiend Fked." j Mr. Mathews was determined to pun- ^ sli the scoundrel, but Rose begged him t so to desist that only a coolly sarcastic r note from him paid the penalty of Fred s I ley wood's imprudence. He left Paris f immediately, mourning his ill luck, and | vowing he would never write two let- j tors in the same day again, for fearsome f evil genius would change their destina- 3 tions. j Rose told her papa of her other val- i cntine, and was surprised to hear "that y John Allen was in Paris and had called j on Mr. Mathews, and only waited an in- g vitation from her to throw himself on f her generosity." Pie had received a c nice little competency from an uncle l that had (lied within a few months; J so resolved to hunt up Ilos? and learn < i the worst, why she had not written him, i j and if she was still heart-free. i I lie knew that travel would benelit J jjm in many ways, and it lie found Rose ' narried lie made up his mind that he !buid never settle down near the village vhere he had enjoyed so much happi- t less in years gone by. i 7?ncn Iicfnn/Jf! tA linn f.i 1 Itoil/mnn I 4W.7V. iun.uv'1 iv uvi J.unui ill Jiitiivx, ' hen asking fox- his address, penned 1 i line to John, saying: " If you can for- ? rive me, I will be your valentine. 1 fours, Rose." Rose told John all about ' ler escape from Fred's fascinations, but 1 vill never own that she would have ac- icpted Fred if his valentine had been 1 ust as lie intended. She says " John's 1 ouched her heart, and brought to mind ! ill the suffering lie had experienced."? ' Chicago lnie.r-Oce.an. ' Three Women in Court. i There was a jury trial in Justice alley I lie other day in which nearly a dozen \ xcople livinir in the Western suburbs i vere mixed up as plaintiffs, defendants < md witnesses. It appeared that Mrs. i 3lank bori'owed a washtub of Mrs. 1 3rown, and while in possession of the 1 sorrower a cow knocked the bottom i )jt. After a neighborhood quarrel, suit i vas" brought to recover the amount. ! VIrs. Blank thereupon put in as an offset < ;hat she had nursed the plaintiff for three i iiivs and received no nav. "Nurse me!" echoed the defendant, i ' why she did nothing while she was [ ,here but hog down custard-pie and ? kittle about the neighbors." "Custard-pie! and who lent you sugar < ind eggs, and lard, to make it!" shrieked ihe other. His honor put his foot down and patched up a temporary truce, and the i>laintiff took the stand to testify about : lending the tub and what it was worth, i she established the value at seventy-five ' jents,' and here tlic defendant boiled : jver and exclaimed: " Seventy-five cents! Why both ears ind the top hoop were off! It was the only ;ub she had had since her marriage, and that was ten years ago!" " And I've had to lend it to you every i ruesday all that time!" retorted the plaintiff. i His honor secured silence in the court ind the defendant took the stand and jaid that her services as nurse were worth at least two dollars. "What ailed the plaintiff?" asked the lawyer. " Well, I don't know as I ought to say that her husband struck her with .' "Don't you dare say that!" interrupted the plaintiff, "you know that I fell down the cellar stairs! If my husband hit me on the head with a meatplatter as yours did, I !" "Icbjcct!" exclaimed both lawyers in^homs. "So do we!" added both females in a breath.*/ iTis honor pounded the desk until everything rattled, and then a witness was put on the stand to testify that she saw the tub when it was lent and again js'bon. it had been damaged. She had 1 ic&cely got started" wnen the derendarit; whose witness she was, called out: " You are not swearing as you agreed ' to!" "Ah! ha! I make a note of that!" ' chuckled one of the lawyers. lour Jionor, 1 oojeci, aaaea rue Dther. 1 " And I wouldn't believe the witness 1 under oath!" put in the defendant. 1 "Who wants you to!" squeaked the 1 witness. " If I couldn't come into court 1 with anything better than a calico dress md a ten-cent lace collar I wouldn't i lold my nose so high!" 1 "This is too much?ten times too ( nucli, and I want this courtroom jleured right out!" said his honor, and le turned the crowd into the alley.? 1 Detroit Free Press. Wanted a Wife. Postmaster McMillen received and forwarded to the New Orleans Picayune a ; otter addressed as follows: Mister ! I'ostracister forward this ! to your editor < Neworleans po An examination of the contents fully j vindicated the propriety of the post- ( naster's course. We append below the ( ommunication in full, for the benefit j (fall whom it may concern: ^ February the 15, Mouticello,) e Piat County, 111. ) j Sir Mister Editor? Please put this beow in your paper and oblige I to any respectable lady that wants to . -et inaried and has got some capitol t .nd is not over 40 years olud must be olerable good looking will send me ( heir picture and addess and their fool t listory and that will come north to live .nd I will send my picture and also I will ? end reference that will teell them my r landing address ' Ciiaki.es I To wf.i. a Monticeiiii po piat co 111. f The Washington Monument. In I87G Congress appropriated $200,- ' i00 toward the construction of the ^ rVashington monument. Half this sum j ins been used in strengthening the foun- ( lation. The balance of the appropriaion will be used this season in procuring . nachinery and materials. The Republic ays it is now estimated that twelve cet will be added to the present height j. >y September 1, and that this slightly ^ ncrcased altitude will exhaust th ^ unds. This natriotic nile nresents I trance contrasts for our consideration, "or seventy-seven years, or from 179U to 1 87(5, not one dollar was appropriated ^ >y government for this work, and now t hits taken four years and $200,000 to ? ;ain a dozen feet! Upward of $1(5,000 i foot is doing very well indeed, and we J inly have this dozen feet in anticipa- e ion. The monument is 174 feet in r might' at present; the plan is that the * iunplctcd shaft shall rise to an eleva- c i.iii of 500 feet, surmounted with an 11 run roof twenty-live feet high. ?Kite I'sr.l' (//Vi-.'/ie I rhe Venerable Doorkeeper of the Nary Department. 1 At the door lea iing into the room of ;he secretary of the navy, thft-e stands 1 in old colored man, tall, straight and Signified. The capiliiary covering of 1 lis venerable head is getting gray with ige. His name is Lindsay Muse, For ifcy-two years, without intermission, \ tie lias swung to and fro the door of the secretary's ofliee, and every one of the t 365 days of the year, rain or shine, finds Liim at his post. Lindsay Muse has ) known almost every officer of the army I inrt nnw frnm wnnml nnrl arlmSrnl town to lieutenant and ensign, who have had business with the navy department for half a century. He was born in Northumberland county, Virginia, in the year 18Q5. Being more fortunate than some of his colored brethren he made his way to Washington when juite a young man, and, having worked about the navy department at different times, his fidelity and industry made liim many friends, who had him ap3ointed assistant messenger under Secretary Samuel L. Southard in 1828. Since that time he has been on continual duty, and has served under the following secretaries: John Branch, Levi Woodbury Dickerson, James K. Paulding, George E. Badger, Abel P. Upsheer, David Henshaw, Thomas W. Gilmer, John Y. Mason, George Bancroft, William Ballard Preston, William A. Graham, John J. Kennedy, James C. Dobbin, Isaac Toucey, Gideon Wells, Adolph E. Borie, George M. Robeson, and the present secretary, Richard W. Thompson, of Indiana. The colored man has outlived all of these gentlemen, except two, viz.: George Bancroft, the eminent historian, and George M. Robeson, member of Congress from New Jersey. At the time this old servant first appeared on duty, John Quincy Adams was j President,but Lindsay stickswhetherthe administration is Democrat, Republican, or anything else. He never voted in his life, and is a firm advocate of the civil service rules. Almost every secretary 1 when leaving the office has thanked this doorkeeper for his faithlul and intelligent performance of duty, and have given him an autograph letter testifying ' to his high regard for him. These letters Mr. Muse keeps locked up from human eyes, but brought forth one for ' the Tivies reporter to look at. He says 1 it is a fair sample of them all, The following is a copy of the letter: Lindsay Muse: I cannot leave the 1 department without expressing to you my high sense of your fidelity and good conduct as messenger of the navy de- ! partment. Your manner in performing your duty has always met with my perfect approbation. George Bancroft. ' Washington, December 1, 1848. When Mr. Thompson was made secretary of the navy, Mr. Robeson, his j predecessor, brought him out to introduce him to Lindsay Muse. Shaking ts nand wafmiy, Mr. Tlifmpaou isalu: "Oh! Lindsay and I don't need an introduction, we have been friends for the last twenty years." Last year, when the officers of the navy depaitment were removed into the new building, Ad- , miral Soott and several other gentlemen j about the department took up a subscription and purchased Lindsay a handBome black suit of clothes, so that the department and its oldest servant could appear together in a new dress. Lindsay is now over svccnty-four years of age, but he is still strong and active. He says that he expects to be on guard for many years yet, and that when he is at last compelled to retire he will do so with great regret.?Washington Correspondence Chicago Times Historic Bald Heads. A correspondent of the Pall Mall Gazette, descanting on baldness, cites ;omc eminent examples as follows: rhc strength of Samson and the beauty of Absalom lay in their hair, and there is significance, no doubt, in the fact i :hat through their hair both of them ;ame to grief. Among the Greeks, the : two most famous bald men were iK sr-li- 1 uannd TTlvsses. Ttie baldness of iEs- ' ilivlus is known to have been the cause )f his death, an eagle carrying a tor- , oisc in its claws having dropped its < )rey with the view of breaking the j shell upon what it took to be a rock, < jut which was in fact the shining skull ( >f a great tragic poet. The baldness of \ Jlysses is commemorated in the { 'Odyssey," and the fearful vengeance < aken upon the tuitors of Penelope teems to have been in a g eat measure j iue to the pleasantries iu which one of j hem indulged concerning the glittering ^ tspect presented by her husband's tranium. Baldness, however, was no nore admired in "those days than in s >ur own; and when Ulysses was re J itored to youth stress is laid upon the * act that locks of the most luxuriant * iind were given back to him. Julius 1 Jsssav was notorious for his baldness, * -1 1 il ?- 1 met tnc jokos maae on uns suujeeu u,y ( lis soldiers on the occasion of one of ] lis triumphal entries into Rome are j >nly too wcil Jknown. Nor need the i itory be here repeated of the ple:isure lie s ook in wearing a wieatli which cov- c ired his denuded temples; and which,* t Lccording to one Roman historian, w:is < lis chief reason for valuing it. It may ? >e remarked, however, that tlie lifelike ? mst of Julius Ca'sar in the British ? nuseum is not that of a man who in the iresent day would 1 e considered bald, rhc hair is not thick, and is brushed orward in a style which indicates a deire to make up for a certain want of lair in the region of the forehead and ] ibout the temple. Something, how:ver, must be allowed for the complinentary disposition of the sculptor re- . (reducing the head of an all-poworlul i ommander and ruler who was known j ( tot to be without personal vanity. Palmetto paper manufacturing n r 'iori'ta is pronounced :: st: ccr.**. 1 The Difference. iVho warms his slippers lor papa When he comes home at night? fiTho meets him with a joyous laugh, And blue eyes beaming bright ? rVho climbs upon his ready knee, inu Kisses sweet as kiss can De : Our Kitty. IVho teases poor old grandmamma, And pulls her work away, Ind with her gold-rimmed spectacles Too often tries to play T Clio's lull of mischief, sport and Inn, from early morn till day is done? Onr Kitty. tVhosc little arms "hug mamma tight?" Whoso lips give kisses sweet? iVho follows nurse about the house With little restless feet ? *Vho sings to Dolly, scolds her, too, Vnd tries to act as " big folks " do ? Our Kitty. iVho, bent on mischief, truth to say, Like any little elf, Within the pantry hides to taste The " goodies " on the shell ? 5Vho bothers cook, where'er she goes, ind makes her scold, you may suppose Our Kitty. But lest our Kitty chance to get More than her share of blame For mischief, I'll explain there is Some difference in the name: Dne Kitty is our child, yoa see; The other, Kitty's c-a-t! . ?Harper's Young People. ITEMS OF INTEREST. There are 153 daily newspapers pubislied in Great Britain. A man is very apt to feel girlish when lie makes his maiden speech. The women who do fancy work don't fancy work.?Dertoil Free Press. Webster, Mass., has a new paper sailed the Eagle, a seven-column folio. Type metal is forty-four parts lead, eight to ten parts antimony, and one of tin. The author of "Seven Acres Enough' V*rt/1 ootrnn SArna AW Ilia __ pi.UUO.Uijr iliVU OCVVU WIUO vu Uig &VVV Saturday Night. The special correspondence expenses of one of the London daily papers is nearly $50,000 a year. There is something saddening about a pair of scissors?alas! they only meet to sever ?Cleveland Voice. Moses D. Hoge, D.D., of Richmond, is considered perhaps the most eloquent preacher at the South. Those fellows who still stick to their p;ood resolutions have escaped many a headache.? Waterloo Observer. Persons punching holes in gold and silver coins are, perhaps, not aware of their liability to a punishment of twc % years' imprisonment and a fine of $2,000. ?(fhioaga Journal^ . A new book is entitled '7A Manual of Etiquette and Dress of the Best American Society." Any one at all curious to know how editors dress and behave should have a copy of this work.?j^orristown Herald. The best newspaper men, it is said, boil their matter, which probably accounts for their work being so well done.?Rome Sentinel. Will the compositor who set up our Od e to a Sailor'' - Owed to a Tailor," please call in about three o'clock this afternoon and get a nice present ??Kansas City Times. She may dress in silk, or dress in satin, May know the languages, ureeK ana ju\un, May know fine art, may lovo and sigh? But she ain't no good il she can't make pie. ?Sleubenville Herald. Beauty, we must remember, says the Rockland Courier, is only skin deep; so when a man rasps the front of his leg down the serrated edge ot a granite pavement, he must bear in mind that it is ten square inches -of personal loveliness that he is scraping from his person and not mere vulgar hide. Food for a weak baby: One teacup of oatmeal in two quarts of boiling water, slightly salted. Let it cook two hours md a half, then strain. When cold, to one gill of the gruel add one gill of thin iream and one teaspoon of sugar. To ,his then add one pint of boiling water, md it is ready for use. This can be . iigested when milk and all else fail. The Molva, a financial, commercial and iterary paper published at St. Peters jurg, has been virtually stopped by >eing prohibited from receiving advorisements. The Molva is the only Russian newspaper which has consistently idvooated retrenchment, a reduction of irrny expenditures and a pacific policy hroughout, particularly toward Engand. The New York State superintendent )f public instruction reports that over 1,030,000 boys and girls attended the >ublic schools last year. Their teachers vere paid $7,600,392. The average salary paid was $374.45. CiLj teachers ;et on an average an-; other teachers $239.26. There are 11,280 ichool districts in the State and 11,824 school houses, classified as follows: Log 14; frame, 10.021; brick, 1,292; and, itone, 42" A Frenchman named Fievre V aicour, who Jivea on an ample income in a modest country dwelling near Loekport, N. Y., has unbosomed himself to the editor of the Loekport Union, regarding / in invention which lie is perfecting. riiis,tthe enthusiastic Gaut claims, iviu revolutionize uieworiu. m-coning to his account., it is a portable cable viiich each vessel will reel out as she iep irts, ami take up us she returns, thus iceping up constant telegraphic comnunication with port during each day if the voyagei