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vo1J. II. MANNING, CLZAIENDON COUNTY, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JULY 1886. NO.30. O.E OF TilE ATROlIOs ('i1n3rE- OF A Story Thrillin:1y rfeto!d--Ncarty dred Emitrauat %' d and Worth of Prol bly Mutilated In a work by J. P. Dumi. by the Harper's, and authentic s^ Mountain Meadow massacre, of which excites buriiiii indillfa to-day, although nearly thirty years have passed since this dark stain on Amerwian annals. As illustrain t- savage spirit nhich incited.this horribe crime, the writcr quotes from a scrmen cf Briglhani Young, published in the Desertct News just prior to the whokes-de markrs. Young tells his congregation: "1 coujd refer you to lots of instances where men have been righteously slain in order to atone for their sins. I have seen scores and hundreds of people for whom there would have been a chance (in the last resurrection there will be) if their lives had been taken and their blood spilled on the ground as a -moking incense to the Almighty, but who are now angels to the devil until our elder brother, Jesus Christ, raises them up, coniquers death, hell and the -rave. It is true that the blood of the zon of God was shed for our sins, but men commit sins which it can never remit." It was during the zeal which Young thus wrought among his fanatics that the massacre occurred. During the sum mer of 1857 Captain Fancher's train, numbering fiftv-six men and sixty-two women and chiliren, most of whom were from northern counties of Arkansas, at tempted to cross the mountains en route to California. At Salt Lake City the train was joined by several disaffected Mormons. In the train were thirty good wagons, as many mules and horses and 600 cattle. Their route lay through southwestern Utah, where the Mountain Meadows are located. In these meadows they camped on the 4th of September. Here is the national divide. They were on the edge of the Pacific slope. They just began to realize their hopes, for they could almost look over into Cali-1 nia, their "promised land." On Monday morning, September 7, as they were gathered about the camp fires, a' volley of musketrv~ blazed from the glley through wiich ran the stream that watred the meadows. Seven of the ex pectant travelers were slain and sixteen wounded at the first lire. The men had been frontiermen too long to BECOME PANIC STRICKEN. The women and children hurried to cover and the men returnet the fire, much to the 'surprise of the masking assailants, who had expected to enjoy an unresisting massacre. The assaiants were made up of Mormons masked as Indians of Pah, Utter, UTnpcr Pi-Eads and Lower Pi-Eads, and afl led by John D. Lee, a Mormon elder. The response that the bloody wretches received to their fire drove them back and they sent after reinforcemente, and while waiting for the same amused themselves by pitching quoits, and oceasionally shooting the cattle and firing upon the wagons. which the travelers had to draw around then as a barricade and defense. On Wed nesday a young man nmed Aden, a son of a Kentucky phybician, together with a companion, succeeded in eluding the vigilance of the masked savages and get ting out of the meadows on their way to Cedar City, where they hoped to secure aid. At Richards' Springs they met three Cedar City men, William C. Stew art, Joel White and Benjamin Arthur. As they stopped to water their horses, Stewart SEOT AND KTLTEn ADF3, and White attempted to kill the com panion, but succeeded only in wounding him, when he escaped an& made his way back to camp. His report tiled the emigrants with' despair. Aden's father was known to have saved the life of a Mormon bishop, and vet his son had been nasassinated by a Stormon. Alreadyi they had pierced "the masks worn b many of their assailants to discover that they were white men-were indeed Mor mons, fity-four in number. The Indians numbered 200. The besieged prepared a statement of their desperate condition, giving as their belief that the Mormons were their real besiegers, directing it to Masons, Odd Fellows and leading religi ous denominations. With this statement they dispatched three of their best scouts, directing them to California. The scouts did not succeed in eluding the vigilance of the murderers. They were run down by Ira Hatch, a Mormon and a leader of a band of Indians, in the Santa Clara mountains. Two oF I'Mm wEnE 3ICPDEnIED as they slept and the third was wounded, a w.days afterward assassinated. y lle tfie Mormons weire awaiting re inforcements they knelt and formed a prayer circle and asked for divine guid ance. After prayer one of their leaders, Mayor Higbee, said: "I have the evi dence of God's approval of our mission. It is God's will that we carry out our in structions to the letter." In carrying out these instructions they found it necessary to make use of th basest treachery. This they did by means of a white flag brne by Lee and William1 Bateman. "They represented to the be sieged that the Indians were terribly ex cited and thirsted for revenge because of the loss of some of their cattle, and they promised protection to the emigrants if they would unconditionally surrender. There was no alternative. 'The supplies of the emigrants were giving out, and inasmuch as the Mormons were the only white people in Utah, there was no hope for mercy from any other source. The terms were accepted, and on the morn ing of Friday-, September 11, they gave up all their guns and ammunition, and then placed themselves wholly in the power of those whose appetite for blood shed had but just been whetted. T&hev marched out from behind TEEm BARRIeADEs. The scene that followed is thus de scribed by Mr. Dunn. "It is just afternoon and the day is bright and clear. Tramp, tramp, tramp, they march down from the camping place. The men reach the militia and give three hearty cheers as they take their places, mu'lerer and victim, side by side. Tramp, tramp, tramp. They m~mn~mn.+ point of the ridge which liisveved - a screen for the Mormon: aid India as for the past week. A rave flies or heii croaking. What callet him '-? Does he foresee that hi shall at the eves.A brave men ant 0 wh6 are ooking at him the wounded and clil he hiding place of th< ietly they he amoi shes! But their eye. neeks stretch out to se< .rev will reach them, nearly a quarter of a wagons, and the mer r behind the women. A mon horsemen bring ui - , . p, tramp, tramp! T1 \ $ s hav ?st passed out of sight ove2 .Ie divide. The men are entering a lit tle ravine. The women are OPPOSITE THE INDIANS. They have regained confidence, and ea- .ar-- axpressimg joy at escaping from their savage foes. See that man on the divide. It is Higbee. He makes a motion with his arm and shouts some thingr which those nearest him under stand to be 'do your duty.' In an in staut the militia men wheel and each shoots the man nearest him. The In dians spring from their ambush and rusi upon the women; from between the wagons the rifle of John D. Lee cracks, and a wounded woman in the foreniost wagon falls off the seat. Swiftly the work of death goes on. Lee is assisted in shooting and braining the wounded by the teamsters, Knight and McCurdy, and as the latter raises his rifle to his shoulder he cries: '0 Lord, my God, re ceive their spirits; it is for Thy kingdom that I do this.' " The tomahawk, and bludgeon, and knife soon completed the bloody work begun by the bullet, and in a few minutes after Higbee's signal not a man or woman was left alive. Two girls were missing, and were soon found concealed in some neighboring bushes. Two of the Mormons-and Le- was onc of them-dragged the trembling and HALF DEAD GIRLS from their place of concealment and ravished them, then Lee ordered them killed by the Indians. An Indian chief objected, saying "they were too pretty to kill; let us save them." While this objection was being made Lee held one of the girls on his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and implored for her life, promising she would love him lways if he would but let her live. His answer was to push her head back with one hand, when, with the other hand clasping a bowie-knife he cut her white neok through to the spine. This fiuished the slaughter as awful as were the Sicilian vespers. The bodies, horribly mautilated, were left upon the madows a prey for wolves and buzzards for weeks, and it was not until some months had elapsed that the whitened bones were gathered together and >uried. Sixteen or seventeen children, anging in age from a few months to eight years, were divided up among the Mormoins, and so was $70,000 in proper V which the emigrants possessed. The little children ware subsequently secured v Gentiles and restort'd to Arkansas, but the "strong parental government" has never compelled the cut-throats to disgorge the $70,000 and restore it to the sURvIvORS OF TILE NLASsACRE, most of wltthm have always been in des, perate need of it. A strange sequence to the awful pias saere is the fact that Mountain Meadows, from being a verdant spot in 1857, in viting the fatal halt and rest of the emi giants, has become sterile and barren, iterally the abode of desolation. The only atonement ever offered for he crime ~was the shooting of John D. [ee at the scene of the massacre on March 23, 1877, nearly twenty years after the crime was cominitted, and'after e had confessed that on that bloody ccasion he himself took five lives. The responsibility for the crime was at every Mormon official's door, and Brighaun oung was their chief. They ought to ave all swung for it. President John Taylor, George Q. Cannon and other Mormon leaders ought now to be arrest ed and tried, not for polygamy, but for the Mountain Meadow massacre, and ught to be hung. They could i911 b~ onvicted of being accessory, not only fter, but before the fact. I4Lager Be-e-r an Intoicant ? A stone cutter, whose office adjoined his stone-yard, was seated in his office when a friend called upon him, and they iscussed several topios together, among them the question~ as to what extent lager beer was an intoxicant. The stone utter maintained that beer was not in toxicating, while his friend maintained the opposite. The stone-cutter said, there is a man at work in the yard pointina to a brawny-chested German) who coul'd drink a bucket (three gallons) of beer at one sitting and feel none the worse for it. The friend doubted, and a wager was made and the workman alled, who when asked if he could drink that bucket (pointing to alarge water bucket) full of beer at one sitting, re plied: "Veil, I don'd know; I lets you know after a vile." The German went away, and after remaining fifteen minutes, returned, and said: "Yes, I can trink dot peer." The bucket of beer was procured and placed before the Ger man, who very soon absorbed the last rop, and'arose from his seat, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and was walking way with a firm step, when his employ er recalled him and said to him: "See here, my friend, and I have sonic ouri osity to know why you did not drink the beer when you were first asked.' The Gei-man replied: "Yell, I don'd know dot I coul trink it, so I vent out und txink a bucked, den I know I could o it."--W., in H-arper's Magazine for July. A Fair Excangae. Mr. Warner Miller is vex-v much alarmed about the rice birds. 'Jfhey are, he thinks, destroying about $7 worth of rie for every acre raised. It is a little strange, if thiis be so, that the Senators from South Carolinuad Louisiana <tid not come to the front. According to the best of our recollection, the State of New York is not muich given to the pro duction of that cereal. As a genera] thing, local interests are looked after by those who are supposed to have some first-hand knowledge of the subject. Perhaps Mr. Miller will take in L~and allator fences, and that hereafter one oftbe Palmetto or Magnolia Senators will 'took after wood pulp.-Cicago Ier-Qhean (Iepl. AMO.\G TiE F. F. \. A Glance at the "Mode of' Lire of the o1-lest V ir;inia Famiilie-. j (Frm the PhiladdlphiaL Timx'.) I irginia's "first families" can be fo'und all over the State, but nowhere in such purity and antiquity as in Staflord coun tv the home of Governor Lee. The "ounty is not very large and by no means prosperous, but it stands first as the ex ponent of all that is conveyed by the ex pression "F. F. V." Nearly every fami ly here can trace its Origin by lineal diescent to the first Eig'lish settlers, while not a few can speak of their great great-grand-fathers adgandnmothers as; Ord and lad- so-and-so. The county is named after the famous earl of Stafford, and not a few of its people are descended from the family of that nobleman. Be fore the war these people lived in the style of nobility, if without its name, and now that the course of events has reduced their means they preserve Eng lish customs in all except the splendor which only wealth can afford. In the first place, each family has its little domain, and. however small, it has an imposing English name, just as if it were an earldom. Somerset, Ricliland, Aberdeen, Lennox and Wayside are a . few of the names of small farm houses! nestling in the Stafford pines and sur rounded by thousands of acres of par tiallv cultivited lands. These houses are franie, generally two stories high, and the poorest of them is surrounded by a lawn, through which runs one or more carriage drives. One would expect to see castles when coming in view of the beautiful lawns and the centuried oaks, and would feel disappointed at the little white houses at the -end of the drives; but there is a sort of rustic harmony in the picture after all. Seated in the veran- I das at evenin and looking out on the oak-eanopied swards, you would forget the absence of the castle, and, if you were an Engliduvwan, fancy yourself amidst the lime :rcs on one of the grand old estates across the water. t THE, HOME OF GOVERNOR LEE. The former home of Governor Lee is called Richland. It is like all the estates 1 in the county-a two story frame house, 1 a large lawn and several hundred acres of anything but rich land. Here the C Governor's ancestors have lived for hun dreds of years. Of course, the Lees can trace their descent to titled Englishmen; r at least, all books of heraldry make it c out sb. At a distance of a few miles is Somerset, tie home of the Moncure 1 family. The present Mrs. Moncure is a c granddaughter of the famous Lady, Spotswood, whose portrait hangs in the capitol at Riohmond. This famiily has t lived in Statford county for nearly two hundred vearr. All its deceased mem- s bers are buried in the graveyard at Aquia 1 church, and a talblet near the pulpit con-, tains the rather royal inscription: f "Sacred to the memory of the race oi a Moncure." There are about one hun- t dred and fifty members of the family in the county. The women, taken a in -v all, are the most beautiful the writer has i ever seen within the same area. They I seem to have inheritd in a remarkable 1 degree the queenly beauty of Lady v Spotswood and some of them bear a close s resemblance to her portraits. r The Waller family, a little further up T at Wavside, is related to the Lees and i: trace their origin to the same source. c The first of ile Scotfl came to Stafford i from England to take charge of Aquia church. He was one of the unfortunate i: class known as noblemen's sons, and was I assigned, as is usually the case, to the I ministrv. One of his descendants is y Congressman W. L. Scott, who passed a his boy-hood on the Stafford hills. 3Ir. t Scott has not forgotten his old homee amidst his Pennsylvania miillions. A t few months ago lie sent twelve hundred a dollars to the pastor of Aquia church for the purpose of repairing the ol build- t ing, aiid is now contemplating a trip to t the home of his distinguished ancestors. 1 The names of all the families who have lived in the county since the ante-Revo-a lutionary days would fill a half columni of the Times, and although they cannot all claim titled progenitors, they are the i very first of the "F. F. V." c soME NONsENSE ALLEGED, I A great deal of nonsense has been1 written about these "first families." They ^ are usually represented as thriftless, vaini and scornful to all outside the magic cir cle of their society. They lack, it is true, much of the energy and goaheadi tiveness of the Northern man, but it I ust be remembered that moet of those yet living were brought up under condi tions that paralyzed energy. With larg estates and hundreds of slaves they had a no motive for exertion,,and now that the war has swept away all their wealth, they must change their very natures before they can become the pushing business meni who build up communities. TheI new generation is growing up quite dif-l ferent, and it is more than likely that when they come to the fore the X irginia~ farmer will no longer let his acres lie useless or half cultivated. The fact is that the landholders in Stafford county are yet in a dazed state over the results of the war. They can hardly realize the change, or if they have they think it i too late in life to start ont afresh. As to the "proud, scornful women" of the "F. F. V.," it is a pity to strike a ~ blow at the pictures whichI have been drawn by imaginative writers, and which have long been regarded as genune in the North, still the pictures have no - prototvoes in real life. Everyone has read those fanciful stories about rich and cultured Northerners sueing for the hand of p)oor Virginia girls and being refused, solely because they did not be-i lona to the '4. F. V." These ar.e veriest bosi'. Here among the very olest Tir ginia families there are many maarrmages every year between Northern men and1 Stafford women and vice versa. The society line differs from that in~ the. INorth onhly in this particular, that lhere wealth without culture is insufficient to gain entrnee into society, while in other. places it is sometimes quite sullicient. On the other hand, culture, even if ma accompanied with a dollar, will opedn to a man the best houses in the county, providing, of course, that he has thie usual recommendation of respectability.1 Little Willie prayed long and ineffectu ally for a little brother. At last he gave it up as "no use." Scont after his mother had the pleasure of showving him twin ha hies. HeI looked at thuem a moment and - then exclaimed: "How lucky it was that I I sted praving! Theore might have been 01O1dTORS OF OTIER l AYS. TIlE 3EN WIlOSE IELOO-LE E WA: HEARD EN CONGRESS. Per-;onal Chnrneeriicls of Patrick lienry Hamilton. Lee, \Vebster. (lay, and Ser;can .S. Prentiss. (Ben. Pevr'cy Peore. in the Chautauqu-..) Patrick Henry, the great Virginia ora tor, called in his day ''the Demothene: >f Aicrica," is decribed as having beer nearly seven feet high, with a sligh' 4oop of the shoulders, his complexior lark, sunburned and sallow, his fore lead high, his blucish-gray eyes over 11ng ly heaivy eyebrows, and his moutl: ind chin indicative of firmness. Hi, lelivery was natural and well-timed, anC is manners were dignified. He spokc vith great deliberation, never recalling >r recasting sentences as he went along, ior substituting a word for a better one. Elis voice was not remarkable for its awetness, but it was firm, and he nevei ndulged in continuous and deafening -ociferation. Every schoolboy is familiaz ith his wonderful appeal to Congress to >tfer armed resistance to Great Britain, mding, "Give me liberty, or give mc leath.' Richard Henry Lee, measured by the .lassic standard of oratory, was the licero of the Continental Congress. The ultivated graces of his rhetoric, we are old, received and reflected beauty by heir contrast with his colleague's grand 'r eilusions, his polished periods rolling Ilong without effort and filling the ear Vith the most exquisite harmony. Samuel Adams, of Massachusetts, who iad been known as -'the great incen iary" in New England politics, became lie guiding intellect of the Congress. et it does not appear that either he or uis colleagues took a prominent part in he debates-wise counsels, perhaps, ac omplishing as much as eloquence. He cas at that time fifty years of age, and is form was slightly bowed, while his ng locks were gray, but his clear blue yes flashed with the fire of .youth, and ourage was stamped on every feature. Alexander Hamilton, of New York, mall in stature, possessed a mind of im aense grasp and unlimited original re ources, of such rapid thought that he comed at times to reach his conclusions v a species of intuition. He would tel the principle involved in a discus ion as if by instinct, and adhere rigidly a that, quite sure that thereby the de ails were certain to be right. Rufus Eing, one of his colleagues, was the pos essor of an uncommonly vigorousmind, ighly cultivated by study, and h poke with dignity, conciseness and Dree. His arguments were so logically rranged that as they had convinced him [icy carried conviction to others. John Rutledge, of South Carolina. fas probably the most cultivated orator : the Continental Congress. His ideas, amsey tells us, were clear and strong, is utterance rapid but distinct; lis oice, action and energetic manner of peaking forcibly impressed his senti ents on the minds and hearts of all rho heard him. At reply he was quick, stantly comprehending the force of an bjection and seeing at once the best ode of weakening or repelling it. During the first fifty years of the ex dence of the "Senate and House of tLepresentatives in Congress Assembled," rnder the Constitution, there were no erbatim reporters, and the Congression I orators poured forth their breathing ioughtIs and burning words in polished nd eloquent language. Business was cnsacted in a conversational manner, nad wvhen set speeches were occasionally ade they were listened to with atten on. Th~e first written speech read in Lie ~nited States Senate was by the Ion. Isaac Hill, of New Hampshire, a rm supporter of Gen. Jackson. When bout half through he suddenly lost the irad of his discourse and stopped, evi ently embarrassed. His wife, who sat 2 the gallery almost directly over him, omprehended the situation, and said in voice heand all ov-er the Senate Chain er, "Mr. Hill, you've turned over two Javes at once." He inmnediately cor ected his mistake and proceeded with .is remarks amid a roar of laughter. Daniel Webster was not an extempo aneous sp)eaker, and he always prepared imself with great care for his speeches 2 hc Senate and his arguments before lbe Supreme Court. Always careful bout his personal appearance when he uas to address an audience, he used, fter he had reached the zenith of his aime, to wear the costume of the British 'higs-a blue dress-co-it with bright uttons, a buff waistcoat, black trousers, ud a high, white cravat, with a stand ag shirt collar. A man of commanding wresence, with a well knit, sturdy frame, warthy features, a broad, thoughtful rehead, courageous eyes gleaming from >eneath shaggy eyebrows, a quandrang lar breadth of jaw-bone, and a mouth hich bespoke strong will, lhe stood like sturdy Roundhega sentinel on guard efore the gates of the Constitution. folding in profound coiitempt what is armed spread-eagle orr tory, his only esticulations were up-and-down motions f his right arm, as if he was beating out ith sledge hammers his forcible ideas. Henry Clay was formed by nature for popular orator. He was tall and thin, ith a rather small head aiid gray eves. Is nose was straight, his upper lip long nd his under jaw light. His mouth, of enerous width, straight when he was ilent, and curving up at the corners as . spoke or smiled, was singularly win ing. When lie enchanted large audi nces his features were lighted up) by a 'leasing smiile, the gestures of his long rms were graceful, and the gentle cenlts of his mellow voice were persua ive and winning, or terrible in anger. tis friends were legion, and they clung a hin with udyig affietion, while his ntagonists never made peace with him. ohn Quiney Adams wrote in his diary at the "oratoical encounters between Iav and Calhoun are lilliputian mimicry f thie orationis against Ctesiphon and the ~rown or the debate of the second Phil )pric." Sergeant Smith Prentiss was undoubt dly the most eloquent man who ever dressed the United States House of lepresentatives. A carpet -bagger from Lae, lhe went to Missis:sippi poor and riendless, and not only bccarte foremost among her sons, but acquired a national epionm He wa indeed. a remark preseiting a reiiarleLi d exa liple 11 which great loigical poweris alnl the mos vivid imagination were happily blended. As Dryden said of Halifax, he was a mai "Of piercilr wit and preginant tl -,I u:t, E.ndlud by natu11re :md1 1by learninig t"m1-l1 To move smii . The great secret of his oratorical succesc was his readiness. le never seemed at i loss for an epigram or a retort, and his impromptu speechles were the best. ThomasL, Corwini. of Ohio, was noted( for his humorous speeches. espociaill one in which he nereiesslV ridiculed a lawyer holding a militia' eommission, who had undertakeni to criticise the mar tial exploits of Gen. Harrison. It wa with him, however, a slubjcct of regrot that he had ever said a funny thing in debate, and lie used to advise his yomng friends never to make humorous speech es. "A man," said lie one day, "must be funny or wise. You will rise higher in the long nm to be wise. This repu tation of mine for humor hangs about my neck like the body of death. It is the Nemesis which will haunt me to my grave. Shun it while you may." Stephen A. Douglass was a short, thick-set, man, with a florid. clean-shavenj countenance, and a nervous manner. which made him attractive to friend and foe, and gained for him the sobriquet of "The Little Giant." His mind was capa ble of grasping, analyzing and elucidat ing the most abstract and diflicult sub jects. He had a deep-toned voice, and his gestures were energetic and some what graceful. We may not have the equals of Patrick Henry, Samuel Adams, John R1utledge, Webster, Clay, Calhoun or Prentiss, but as a whole the Congressional orator of to-day is far superior to that of the near, or the distant, past. Verbatini report ing has proved a great injury to Con gressional oratory. In the olden time the Senators and Rtepresentatives would listen to those who were speaking with the attention of assemblages of trained critics. When verbatim reports of the debates were made and printed, these Congressional listeners were no longer to be found. A Senator or Representative who had carefully prepared himself would, as he commenced his speech, see his audience engiged in every other way than listening to his accents. Some would be in groups chatting, others would be reading newspapers or books, anid the rest inditing epistles or directing public documents to their constituents. It would be difficult for him to say what he had intended were there not another stimulus by which his tongue and his patience were rendered inexhaustile the reflection that although his words were falling lifeless upon the ears of his ostensible audience they would be read bv attentive constituents at home. It is t6 them that speeches in Congress have been addressed since the introduction of verbatim reporting. Congressmen who were noted for their eloquence upon the home stump have floundered through written platitudes at the capitol, often prepared for them by some journalist for a stated conipeisation. TIE BAR 110011 PO T. lie iN at First A;:vis-en De-I 1unk and is Carted Home. Every city in the country numbers among its inhabitants a class of individu als known as whiskey poets. The whiskey poet is a very decent sort of a person until he gets drinik, and then if a house suddenly fell on him ihe would not be missed. When he loads himself with an alcoholic siimulant lie likes to stand in a bar room and recite poc'y to an admiring and bibulous crowrd which divide their appreciation between the drinks he pays for and his flights of fancy. On such occasions the whiskey poet soars far up into the blue emipyrean and snatches fire from the stars, and as a general thing recites some little poem of his owvn, whiich is very bad, and then explains the beauty of the thought, which is a good deal worse. He is never at his best, however, until he expresses to his companions a desire to know the name of the author of an anonymous poem which he declares to be the sublinmest and most touching thing in the English language, and then pro ceeds to launch the poem in a grave and measured tone. His manner is solemn, his eyes reek with sadness, and his ges turcs- are like those of a man who thinks that this world is a hard and bitter pill. When lie finishes the recitation he wants to know if the pioem is not sublime and exquisite. TIhe crowd, of couarse, swear that it is the sweetest thing that ever smote their cars, and then the whiskey poet, enthused by their enthusiasm, dis sects the poem, takes it apart as it were, picks out the pathos, which he declares goes straight to the heart, shows how trune to life it is, how it moves the soul, and finally he weeps and nods to ti:e bar keeper to set out once more the tmecture of inspiration. At first the whiskey poet is rather amusing, but in the course of time he gets as drnk as the proverbial b oiled owl, jumbles his p)oetry in a maudlin way and becomes so grief stricken and idiotic that his friends realize the neces sity of carting him o1Y to his home in order to prevent him falling into the em brace of the police. shottery and lhak-etenre. If there is one thing more than anoth r calculated to shake down tihe tt tering~ remnant of faith which is still heft to the world it is the researchies of restess arch:eologists. Gieneraitions of English mcii, Anmericans and, di-igise strngers on paying the usual tribute of respect and curiosity at St-atford-on Avon have extended their pikcrhnag.e to Shottery, and after gazing atO theuttage where Anne Hathaway wais 1:i iet' born, wooed and won have "on. aw:y happy in the belief that they 1:ad wen the spot where Shiakespear was iiden in just as any other man migh h e. beeii. But now some record set n-er discovers that Willi~an Shaxpi re mrriied Anne Whateley, of Temple G:-afton, . explains that by a "eurious mnetonlomy common to the times" Whateley~ is merte 1l- a funny way of Hlathaway wher.eas 'emple (raf ton contains no coniundnr-~u. Hence Shiottery has nothing to do wit Mrs. Shakespeare. Nobody gains any thing by the discovery, if it it: on'- 1but. on the other hand. commnor tceey de mans that it should have 1 .'cn left hids den till the point concerni the identi ty of Shakespeare and L ac.on has been fmn1a~l lene nn -Pall Mail Gazette. A jIIwrouic HORN. hiti ('i01onel ). U. Sloan has Soandel on Seral important Occasions. Colonel D. U. Sloan, of the National, has a historic horn and on being asked the story connected with it furnished the followiig sketch: You ask me for a history of the horn I blew as the cars brought Jefferson Davis ito the Gate City of the South. Well, to begin, this horn has been in my possession a quarter of a century. Notice these small perforations through Ithe shell. See how the worms have eaten it. Yet it retains its original mel low tone. This horn was presented to me h~v a man who never saw or heard of i iii his life; by a man I never saw or heard of till after his death. His name was Kirkpatrick. It came about in this way. The gentleman lived near Charles ton, S. C., had been a great hunter, was on his deathbed, and said to Strohecker, of Charleston, who was sitting by his side: "Strohecker, there hangs a horn; I Iprize it very highly on account of its superior tone; I feel that I shall never be able to sound it again; the delights of the chase is all over with me; Stroheck er, take that horn and give it to some good hunter for me and tell him I be queathed it to him as a dying gift." Strohecker promised, and thus I became I the favored one, and I trust, if departed spirits have cognizance of what we do here below, that the soul of Kirkpatrick is satisfied with his legatee. I have winded this horn in many a hunt on the Blue Ridge mountains with that patriot, the best of men, Wade Hampton, with Alick Haskell, the Taylors, Calhouns and oth ers of South Carolina's noblest sons. I made the seacoast welkin ring with this 1horn on that memorable evening of se cession in CharlesiOn. I sounded it on Atlanta's hills for Democratic victory and Grover Cleveland, and I made it re sound with lusty blasts on the triumphal entrv into the city of Atlanta of our old Confederate captain. I was a secessionist ' the war, a South Carolina rebel. but am -nder reconstruc tion now. I do not feel that I com mitted treason against the general gov ernment. If so, our fathers did the same in the Revolution; the same causes ex isted, but an inscrutable Providence gave success to the one and defeat to the oth er. God doeth all things well. I am a Union man now, and should Mlassachusetts or South Carolina secede, I would help whip them back. The lost cause is dead and buried now. I revere its ashes, and love.the grand old chieftain who will soon follow it to that bounie from whence no traveler returns. I honor him because he never flinched or fultered from what he believed to be his dutv; I honor him because he was ever staunch and true to his trust. But we feel that we are again back in the house of our fathers, and are hero to stay; we feel that the great banner with its stars are our stars, its stripes our Aripes; once more we can place our hands upon our hearts and say for the star-spangled banner: "Long, long may it wave," etc. Henceforth, its foes are our foes, its friends our friends. Jel-erson Davis is no longer its foe. It was not that he loved the great federa tion less, but that he loved the principles of the Confederacy iore. Yes, I love and honor this dymig hero, but God for bid that in so doing I should cast a shade of dishonor or disrespect on my conntry's ilag. I feel as if, by the grand est iipulse of my nature, I could grasp and bear aloft in my right hand my coiutry's colors, and with my left hand put into an honorable grave the loved form of Jefferson Davis, who soon must go. I entertain no feelings of animosity toward our Northern brethren, once our foes. I look down upon them with pride. They arc a great people, a most wonderful p~eop~le. Let us together build up an Amecrican government so grand, so good that the heavens may smile upon us, and the whole world gai. upon it in astonishment. But this horn-I hope to blow it again in 1888 for Grover Cleveland, or some other Democratic President, and if de feat shall be our fate, I will hang it upon the willows for another day. Once be fore then, however, I will take it down and blow a straiii for Governor John B. Gordon, a name of irresistible love to every son of South Carolina and every b)oy who wore the gray. D. U. St~oa. Not Bound to Jisas the Baile. The court of chancery in New Jersey has just rendered an opinion holding that a witness in that State who swears by the Bible is not bound to kiss the boo0k. A woman when sworn had laid her hand on the Bible but refused to kiss it. The only reason she gave for the refusal was that she had "never kissed the book.' She was allowed by the master to testify, but a motion was subsequent ly made to strike out her testimony. Here is the law, as laid down by Vice Chancellor Bird: "Alnighty God, or the ever living God, or the like, is called upon by the witness to witness that lhe will speak the truth. The rest is for-m. The solemn invocation, affirmation or declaration is the sub~stanee. All else is shadow. The witness in this case wvas sworn with her hanud upon the book. :There can be no doubt but that if she made a false state ment willfully she is liable to indictment for p~eri.ry "But it is said that this may be true and vet the conscience of the witness not be !oiUnd, which is the object of the oath. There is great force in this. How did the witness herself regard it? She is prsmbya witness, for nothing to the contrary ap~pears. She accepted the form of the oath as usually administered, with out objections, excelpt kissing the Bible. Jr this ac on hter part the com-t is jus t'ice in presming, without further in irv, tha thOe witness intended that her 'elene 'hould be bound. Speaking frmthe irnu of her conscience, she declard thait it was not essential to kiss thet btook i' order to impose upon herself al the obligations of an oath."-New A. neatrnonial authority says: "These tw'o ratecs ilil be safe to follow in all but a . feecptionmal eases: First, for a wo ma t r<fus'e marriage with any man who i<bjeted to by her male relatives --proie they are reasonably well aic brd with thme object of sup)posed a~to;ad. secondly, for a mian to refrain fromi on-ering his hand in mar. riage to a woman who is not approved by his sister, or if he has none, by his dicion lndv frienils. EXCAVATIONS AT POMPEII. ABOuT ONE-TIIRD OF THE CITY UN. COVERED. What iN to be seen in a City Buried by a Vol eano--Wonders in Marbic andi Bronze, akele tone. Freecoes, Etc. A correspondent writes as follows to the New York Journal of Commerce: It seems odd to speak of a dead city as a growing one. But that is exactly the case with Pompeii. There are many cities in Italy that do not grow half as fast as the one buried by the ashes of Vesuvius 1,800 years ago. A person vis iting it at intervals of a year notices a marked enlargement of its boundaries. The Italians, you know, are the cham pion diggers. They make the shovel fly when they attack the grave of Pompeii. We saw a gang of them at work there. A Government overseer watched them like a hawk. He wanted to be sure that they pocketed no jewelry, coins, or ob jects of art or utility yielded by the ex cavations. The only produce of their toil in that line as we stood by was a bit of iron, which the guide called a hinge, and the fragment of a small marble col umn. The spades busily plied were gradually bringing to light a beautiful houso. The floors were mosaic, with simple but graceful designs in scroll pat tern-nearly as fresh of color as if laid yesterday. The walls bore frescoes of fainter tints-grinning masks, fawns, cupids, birds, fish and fruit. It had evidently been the home of a well-to-do citizen of Pompeii. The nervous move ments of the workmen betrayed their anxiety. They were hoping at every moment to make a valuable "find." Per haps they might hit upon a great iron chest, studded with round knobs like a boiler, and full of gold, money or orna ments, or they might strike - another wonder in marble or bronze, or they might be startled by coming suddenly upon a skull or other human remains. In the latter event, the work is suspend ed till a careful inspection is made. The responsible and intelligent person in charge proceeds to ascertain if the dead Pompeiian has left a mold of him self or herself in the plastic ashes. If so, he prepares a mixture of plaster of Paris, breaks a hole in the crust, and slowly pours in the liquid till the mould is full. When it has hardened, the cast ing is tendersdly removed. Lo! there is a rough image, showing some poor crea-. ture in the agonies of death, prone on the floor, face downward. Tius, most usually, were the inhabit ants of the doomed city caught by the destroying angel. The skull, or leg, or arm, or whatever other part of the skele ton has not relapsed into its original dust, may attach itself to the plaster cast in the proper place, or may require to be joined on by a pardonable "restora tion." In either case, the effect is thrilling in its horrible reality. Nothing in painting or sculpture can shock the beholder more than these self-produced and truthful statues exhibited in the museum, which is the first and most interesting thing shown to visitors. But, though neither gold nor silver, nor the minutest scrap of a skeleton, nor any thing else of importance was unearthed for my benefit, I quitted the new exca vations with reluctance to examine those parts of Pompeii with which the world is already familiar through the medium of books and pictures. I found myself quite at home in the bakery, the wine shop, at the oil merchant's, at the houses rof Pansa, of Sallust, of the "Tragic Poet," and the rest. The high stepping stones across the streets looked familiar, as if I had trodden them before. The deep ruts cut by the carts as they groan ed up the hill, coming from the ancient Stabia, were like friendly landmarks. So fully have literature and art made us ac quainted with this disinterred city. The guide tells me that only about one-third of Pompeii has yet been un eovered. I take his word for it. He is also of the opinion that the best parts of the cit have already been dug out. He evidetywishes that the work would stop. Heis very human in this, for he finds it tiresome to show people about the present Pompeii. Treble its size, and lu'labor would be threefold. And hie is forbidden to accept money. But I imagine this very stern prohibition does not prevent persons from offering him (say) a couple of francs on "the sly," or him from accepting them. It may be true, as our guide insists, that the temples, forums, baths, theatres, md fine houses now above ground sur pass anythiuig of the kind that may here after be discovered at Pompeii. But the Etalian Government is not disposed to take that for granted. Liberal sums are yearly appropriated to push on the work. [t bears fruit. A new temple or amphi theatre may not be struck every year, but something is constantly being turned Lap to instruct the world in the manners mud customs of the old Romans, so well refiected in the representative city of Pompeii. Of bronze or stone statutes, tiousehold implements, and tools of trades, the yield is immense and steady. ?hese may be counted by the thousand ii the splendid museum at Naples. One :an see so many articles of luxury and ased exactly similar to those he buys aowadays, that he is fain to pause and ry to remember what besides the steam mngine, the photograph, ani the electric elegraph we moderns have invented. rhere being no diore room at Naples to tore these treasures, the excess of them s huddled together in the courtyards mad houses of Pompeii herself. It is ~stimated that at the present rate this nine of antiquities will not be worked )ut in fifty years. Why thecy Lau;:hd. An amusing story ab~out Mr. H. C. Richards and Mr. Herbert Gladstone is ;oing the rounds. "D~epend upon it, adies and gentlemen," said Mr. Rich Lrds, at the close of a speech at Southend he other night, "we should never have 1eard of Mr. Herbert Gladstone if it had iot been for his father." And it is Lctually said that Mr. Rlichards was un Lable for some moments to understand shv the audience roared.-London Eigaro. A correspondent wishes to know hovr Klitors spend their leisure hours. Leisure iours? Oh, yes, they spend them catching mp with their work.