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- -- --NNSBORO, -. -., ---- ---- T 1RI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., NOVEMBER 30, 1880.-. . VOL. IV.,O. 144 WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS YOUNU. When ll the rld Is y g,lad, And all the trees are green, And every goone a swan lad, And every las a queen. Thou by for boo and horse lad, And round the world away. Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world In old, lad, And all the trees are brown, And all tho port is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down. Crop home.'and take your place thero, The spent and maimed among; God grant you And one fae there You loved when you were young. Ms Punishment. I am not yet thirty years old, but my hair is streaked with gray, my heart lies like ice in my bosom, and my life seems only a long, dreary waste-a punishment. . Ah, if my sin was great, I was sorely tempted, and my punishment will only end with my life. When was it I first loved my cousin Katel It might have been when aunt Barrie offered her soft cheek out of a bundle of flannel for my boy lips to kiss the baby. I was wealthy, my father having left me a fortune when I was six years old, that had.hyge nursed carefully by my consolen tious guardian till it nearly trebled In value when I came of age. * Aunt, my mother's sister, had only the smallest income from her dead husband's estate, and lived in a cottage not far from the great house that would be my home whenever I choose to occupy it. My own mother had died when I was a baby, and all home affection in my heart centered in aunt and cousin Kate. Yet it never was a brotherly love I gave Kate after I was old enough to think of my own home and future happiness. I knew that my beautiful house would be to me desolate and empty if Kate irefused to share it with me, and although she' laughed at me if I made love to her, I nev er ceased to hope uptil ,Girard Hopkinson came to Barton. He was, without exception, the hand somest man I ever saw. Yet he was with. out a dollar In the world excepting his sal ary as clerk in my guardian's manufactory. the Gordon Mills. I had been all winter visiting my grand mother, who had 'written me a most im ploring letter, begging to see me once more before she died, and seeming so heart broken whenever I proposed to leave her, that I remained until she died early in May. I had left Bgton in November, and just one week 'after any departure Girard Hop. kinson came to take a position in my guar dian's counting house. T'here. was. nothing. of the snob about John Qor'don,i:ny guardian, and finding his new clerk to be a gentleman, he invited him to his own house, and Introduced him to Barton society, Everywhere he met Kate, the belle of Barton by universal consent. When I came home in May aunt told me that Girard and Kate were engaged. I will not dwell on what I aufered. My whole life seemed to me a blank, but I had no word or thought of blame for Kate. I bid my pain as best I could. Aunt knew all, for my heart had been an open book for her loving eyes all my life, and when we were all together she accepted my attentions as a. matter of course, leav Ing the lovers to tAke care of each other. To aunt only I confided my plans for opening my own house in the winter, and she consented to come and share my home after Kate's marriage. In October I went away to nerve myself by absence for the wedding, and to pur chase many additions to the modest trous seau aunt was making for my cousin. It was arke a thunderclap to me when my guardian wrote to me that Girard had robbed him. "It was a very clever forgery," ho wrote, "and It has been traced directly to Hop.. kinson. Evans, who has been wihh me thirty years,'has my perfect confidence, detected the forgery, and traced it up. Of *course Eopklnson denies it, but it is too clear a case. Still, for his -father's sake, J shall not prosecute him. Ho is the sen of one of my dearest friends--dead many years-and a pared this disgrace. I have discharged Girard, of course, and he has left Barton, but I shall keep the whole af fair secret. I have told your aunt and cousin- no one else." Kate knew then. My heart ached for her, for I knew she loved Girard, oven as 1 loved her. I wrote to aunt, and received letter aftel letter, telling me of Kates's grief, tiud he, Alrnt faith i hr 1v'er'siani~ecc.. The weary winter passed, and Kate's health failed, in her pain and haumilia lion. All Barton khew of her engagement, bu no one knew the catise of her lover's deser tion, sa that'there was-the bitterness of ap pearing to be jilted in addition to the bur den of knowing the truth. I was.shooked 'when I relurned to Bar tons to sed the shadow of myv bright beauti ful cousin in the pale languid girl wh< greeted me with sisterly affection. I consulted our old doctor privately, ani lhe strongly advised "change of scene." "She Is fretting here,"' isi he, "an everythings reminds her of her faithk a layer. If she went away, for a year, sh would come back herself again. Armed with thispinion I laid , siege t, aunt, and the resuill We that, .iroe abroad, no time lielng sot for our returli. It was a labor of love with me! to wi; my cousin bacit to cheerfulness, and If w lover like In my attentions I was leist sincere In rmy devotion. I believed Glirard to beaforger, one whi had robbed not only his employor, but b friend, and I honestly held the oplnlon the she could forget him. betscud .Wity sps conviction and myown love ihoild myself blaneless tht~ I tried to wi Kate's'heart, even though I knew I nova could be first there. Yet it was two years before I. ventur( We were in Paris whon she put her lhar inmine,syng "You knoW allt I will be your tri -faitfual wife; since you love me in spite knowing that mny heart was giving. to (31 There was no reason to delay our wed. ding, and I made every preparation th be marrtea on the 12th of May, 4nd sail for home early in Juno. Aunt banished me to another hotel for a week before the ceremony, to have Kate's undivided attention in the troueseau, and other details of the wedding, for we had many friends invited, and had resolved to have a grand breakfast after the return from church. On the 11th of May I received a letter from my guardian. He wrote: "My DARa Boy,-You will be as glad as I was to hear that Girard is an innocent man. I cannot be too thankful that I nev er openly accused him of the forgery. Evans died last week--committed suicide. He has been robbing - me systematically ever-since I took him Into my full conf deuce. The forgery was committed to cover a loss by speculation, but he has icone on from one venture to another until dis covery was inevitable, and suicide seemed his only escape. He lelt a full confession, and fortunately I knew where to find Hop kinson. I wrote to him at once, and he Is now in Barton in Evans place, and with his salary. Need I say lie Is still faithful to Kate? I enclose lila letter to her." There It lay, the letter that was to des troy my whole scheme of happiness. I put Girard's letter unopened into the flames of the gas burner, and watched it burn to ashes. Then I fokded away iy guardian's letter which had some business details I intended to copy before destroying it. What excuse could I make for delaying our return to Barton ? Worn out already by mental excitement I left that question 'open, 'undecided whether to take aunt Into my confidence in so far as to t'ell -her of Girard's return to Barton. . I heard more than one commetit upon my pale face at the wedding breakfast, but everything passed- oz weLl, and Kate was my wife. , a Ke was . With Kate my own I had thought to defy fortune t'd injure me, but Jbefore the honeymoon was over 'I knew that my wife would beo dutiful ani aithful, but never loving. We had been married nearly two months, -when one - morning Kate caqie Into the rooi o o ur London hotel, where I sat reading. Upon one pretext And another I had de layed our returit to Barton, and we had been some weeks in London., I looked up as Kate came in, aOtd her ghastly face and set hps absolutely fright ened me. Before I conld speak, she held out to me my guardian's letter. "You asked me to clear up your table drawer," she said, and this was folded in another paper, but so that I read one line --'Girard is an Innocent man I' Then I read the letter. I o6y ask you one ques tion-did it reach you before we were marriedI" I could not lip t9 her, with her eyes riv eted on niy-face. -- ."Before," I said. "And you distroyed the inclosure?" "Yes. She uttered no reproach. She simply put the letter on a table be side me, and left the room. But It killed her. For months she faded away, coldly duti ful to me, gently affectionate to her mother, but crushed by the weight of her misery. Her only hope of happiness was gone when her quiet affection for me turned to bitter contempt, and I faltered in every at tempt to win back even the dull semblance of love'she 'ad tried to show me. I anywriting this in my own home at Barton. Kate's dying wish was to be buried here, and we. brought her home to place her be side her father in Barton cemetery. Yesterday the coffin that held my heart was lowered into the grave. Aunt knows all; she has forgiven me, and will share my home. It was her hand that burned the fatal letter, and no one has questioned us about It. My guardian has the idea it reached me after my marrIage, and Girard shares this belief. But I know that my treachery has killed -the only woman I 'ever loved, and that my life will be one long agony of remorse. The sugar Beet andi its Prduot. It is not generally known that ver) vigorous efforts are In progress to introduct sugar-making from the beet. The State ol Deleware has a comnuission organized t< award premiums to farmers for ralsini crops 'of the sugar-beet, seven premiumi aggr'egating $400 being awarded for cropi of 16 tons of roots per acre and over, anm seven smaller premiums for crops of 4 t 10 tons per acre, The Delaware Beet. Bugar Company has a large factory 56 b 142 feet, intended to work up the crop c the present yea'- and has contracted for thi produce of 400 acres, in addition to 11 acres grown by the company. During las year eleven farmeattempted thtecultivation . and the official report et the quantite grown shows that the product ranged fren . 7Tj tons to 26 tons to the acre, five of the' ,exceeding 16 tons, and that thew calculate< Sproduct of sugar per acre ra'nged fro'm ),40 pounds, the 19west, to 4,488, pounds, thi u hghest. Sevea of the farms exeeeked 2,40 potmndd of sugar per acre. The percentag Sof Augar as also higi,. ,ile all ,but thre cages etc Oding 10) pet cent. ''ho percent Sage of sugar increases If the gatheringc the roots is delayed ; those pulled in Au ,gust yielding 5t per cent.; in Septembei 8.6 -10 cx cont., and in Ootober, 8 98-10 I The Rnoxr clam. When the tide is out, one may find tli o razor-fish, so called because the shell re a qembles th0 . liaile of , a razor. 'if 1ai i hjold of suddenly, the chances are thiat be f ford he can be drawn out' ho" *ill shp ot of his shell, leaving that empty in ti ~, - hand, while ge "soul and ,essece ' of hi has gone down half a fathoma intoathesam r Yet he is not, more slippery thanE many Individual, who, when pressed to do don d ruagnanimous deed jn behalf of the con - iunity, slips( cut of -bis shell, and, losli d the grip, you can np more find the soul ati esonce of him than'yon'dan'lnd the sol ie of this razor-flsh, 'which has gone deep ini >f the muck and sand. In either instatic r- the empty shell is the only sign of ti ,thing wantd, . i So Wanted Oleomargarine. .Mlhooly strolled into his grocer's estab lishment recently just as that dittinguished statesman was opening a keg of golden tinted oleomargarine. "That looks nice. It's genuine butter, I suppose: none of your bogus stuff t" queried Gilhooly. Now, this was a leading question. The grocer wanted the worst to sell some of that oleomargarine to Gilhooly, so he spoke up at once: "Of course it is butter. Just look at the beautiful golden hue only found in dairy butter. It makes one think of cows and butter-cups, just to look at it-don't it nowl" "But is it butter ?" "Is it butter? Why, of course it is. Some people are so suspicious they won't believe butter is butter unless they take it out of the churn themselves. Man alive I jost smell It. Don't it make you think you are rolling in fresh-mown hay I You can just taste the buttermilk It you try." "IBut is it butter I" He had to lie or lose a customer. When that issue was squarely put it would have been commercial suicide to have hesitated, so he came right out like a little man and said it was butter. "Butter from cow's milk P" "Yes,1 "Then," said Gilhooly, as a sad smile pasted over his features, "then I don't want it. Cow's butter Is no longer fash ionable. I wanted some of this oleomar gailne, made, you know, of axle-grease, second-hand tallow, and mucilage, that looks like butter, but contains the organism of a new kind of tape worm. I don't say that I like that kind of jelly, but I am going to keep up with the procession, any how. So you haven't got any oleomarga rine? Sorry, for I thought you kept a first-class establishment," and he passed out like a beautiful dream. The grocer was silent for a moment, and then he spoke confidentially to himself: "Next time I'll tell the truth if it bursts me wide open." Ancient Tombs in Sivitserland. An interesting find of ancient tombs supposed to have formed part of a Burgun dian burying ground, was made a short tinle ago at Assens, a village of -the canton of Vaud. -These tombs, which follow'each other in.regular order, are hollowed 'oht of the rock on a hill -at the entrance of the viliage, about three - feet below- the soil. They are each two metres long and pighty coh'imetres' wide. At th, head of each tavis a. lat stone; dressed, but beriIng no inscription. The bones are disposed in the ordinary way, as if the bodies to which they belonged had been laid down in a horizontal position, and not vertically, as in some tombs lately opened at Chamblan des, in the same canton. Fragments of tibis, femurs, and the clavicles were found, but no skulls. One of the tombs contained the bones of an adult and an infant, pre sumably of a mother and her child. Among the objects found are pieces of curiouisly wrought and chased metal and silver rivets, the remains probably of a warrior's glaive and sword-belt. In another of the tombs was a bellmouthed vase of the capacity of half a litre black as t> its exterior, but in substance yellow. Whether the material, of which It Is composed be stone or burnt Cagth has not yet been determined. Inside as well as outside there are traces of lozenge-shaped figures executed apparently with some graving tool. The chief inter est of these tombs consists in the fact that they are almost certainly co6val with the arrival of the Burgunuians In the Jura country in the fifth century whither they were called by the aboriginal inhabitants to repeople the h.nd, almost depopulated by an mvasion of the Allemain. Being for the most part shepherds and hunters, they dwelt chiefly on the mountain slopet and In elevated valleys. The plateau ol Mouut Jorat appears to have been one ol their most important settlements, and ther can be little doubt that the origen of Assens us well as of Ohoseaux, where also Bur. gundian tomibs have been found, dates bacd some 1,400 years. Uonu acorner. On one of the morning trains over th Erie road, the other day, a farmer-lookln man, walked the length of a car, withou fnding an empty seat, and lie slowly rt turned to one occupied by a lone man, wh at once spread himself out as much as pot sible, and suddenly became deeply intet ested in his newspaper. The farmer halte, beside time, seat, but the other mande :n movement. Even after a full minute ha passed there was no sign that he meani: t share his quarters with the other. Then the farmer gently touched his art and said: "If you can hang on long enough you' make a fortune." "What-what's that, sir?'' demande the other, as he looked up. "It's a big thing-hang on to it!'' wihi Spored the faiimer. '' What is it? What do you mean sir?'' "1 tumble; but I won't give it away, dimuckled the farmer. "What do you mean, sir?''" *"I mean that you've got tihe biggest coa ner on the hog market ever known in th country, and if yen don't make a millic dollars out of It I'll eat codfish for a year. e Half of thme seat was suddenly vacate< but the farmer preferred to stand up ar e brace against the stove. "Anid 1 DId.'" - In one of'Michigan's interior towns h,~ a couple known sas the "Sainmese Twins e They are always together. No one in tI villiage ever remenbers seeing one u accompanied by the other. They go church together, they split wood togeth< they walk the streets together and they fig together. Not long ago, after a seve 0 battle, a gentleman saud to the feminii 3- twmin d '-Sarah Jane, why do you pumiliel yo i- unprotected husband so? Thiak how bi it you would feel it' he would die.'' ie "Oh," said sarah Jane in a tone th ni showed the matter was settled in her mnn I. "we will die together. We made that a an rangement when we were married. Yi e0 see John Henry wams muarried before, ai m. seven days after his first wife died he car ig to me and asked me to inarry him, 'Jol d .Henry,' said I, 'you ought to be ashami til of yourself. Only seven days a widow< Lo You should at least have respect enouj e, for your late wife to wait a reasonable tirw te Come back ten days after the funeral ai 1'l1 iarry you,' And I did." ..kIllea by , Maussan. It was a clear mooillght night when, -af ter a hard day's "drite, ' and the herd of wild horses had beenipenned. that the cow boys stripped their tired ponies of saddles and bridles, and stak4d them out to graze on the thick mesquit grass whidh fringed the bank of the San Bernardo. After this- duty hVA been attended to, the cooking utensils were brought forth, and soon the coffee pot was singing a mu sical little song, and a leg of fresh calf ribs spluttering befure the fire. The re past, though rough, was made enjoyable by an appetite which only violent exercise and pore air can give, and after the boys had eaten until it became necessary to un bnkle their six-shooter belts, blankets were spread under the branches of a gigan. tic live oak which seemed to stand guard over 'he broad expatise of prairie, and they settled down for a quiet smoke, "I tell you what, boys," said Ned Cur tis, who was one of the hardest riders and best poker players weat of the Brazos, as he lit a cigarette, "we are going to handle some pretty rough muktangs to-morrow, and If any of you fellows want to show your fancy riding you had better be fixing your flank girts and- rolls, because there are some unbranded four years old in that bunch,-who are going to make you hum like a churn-dasher, Ond you'll have to fork 'em deep to stay in the saddle. There is one in the pen that is a perfect picture of the mustang mare that sent Bill Hall to the angels." - "Wasn't he saime gloot from the old States I" inquired one df the boys, turning over on his blanket. "Yes," replied Ned, "he was a long tow-headed chap, greener than an August persimmon, with lege on him shaped like a pair of hames." "How did he happen to get killed, Ned. Did the mare flirt him a little too strong? " "Yes, that was the, way of it. You see, he had just come frois tIregory, and had never been on the back of a wild horse be fore in his life, but he was spunky with all of that, and wasn t scared of anything. One day while drvig out in Nueces county, we made 'round up' all of the horses in the range, and after 'cutting out' all that were in the 'dihImond P' brand the boys began throwing snie down and rid ing-'em, just to see the wild devils buck." "Well, Bill Hall took a darn fool notion to ride one himself' and he picked out a little Roman nosed nustang mare, pure Spanish, and wilder thin a cavote, and got some of the boys to elp him throw her down, because he didil't know any more about handiog a lariat than he did about running a prayer meeting. Whien the saddle had been strapped on her and Bill forked it, she was turned loose, and the crowd stood back to see the fun. Well, sir, that plug raised her head, looked back, bellowed a couple of times, and then she 'lit into the prettiest bucking I ever looked at. "htick to her Bill," I yelled, but the only thing he could say was, "Whoa I Stop her boys, darn her old hide." Whila h hi. knees gripped to her sides like a vise, and h 'u-..-.-- 0 1,a a brush heap, the mustang stretched her self out like a step-ladder, put her head between her front legs, and then bringing herself together like a rat-trap, she slam med Bill Hall against the ground harder than I ever heard a fellow hit before. When we picked him up one ear was jammed around to the back of his neck, and, from the look on his face, we knew that he wasn't long for this world. He lingered for a day or two, and we did all we could to ease his pain, but one morn ing he motioned for us to come to him, and as I kneled beside his couch and took his hand in mine he said: "Boys, I'm going to pass in my checks, but I ain't going to shiver about it, even if I do die away out on a prairie, with no one but a few friends arctund me. I'll have a big broad bed to rest in, and If some day you ride by my grave won't you get down ann think of mue awhile ?" "Well, sir, the boys-the ornary cusses, were crying like women, and I felt terribly shaken myself, but we all pronmised thai we would, and then he raised himself a little, and in a faihi voice said: 'Nedl, ] want you to write to my mother and tel' her that I wasn't a very dutiful son, but ] loved her just the same" "Ned," L.e muttered so faint I could t hardly hear him, "don't tell mny folks whei - you write that ( was slid into Heaven by 3 d-d mustang," and with that his heai - fell back, his grasp on my band relaxed - and Bill Hall was on this earth no more Iand when I thought how his mother wouhi iev it mde me feel weak in the knees We buried him, and Jack Jones, wh a is something of a scholar because he has a chance to go to school down in Bay Pral Srio, wrote on the head-board of the grave WILLIAM HAu,. got a fall; Killed Dead as a Blug. By a Texas Plug, I. BORN IN GRORGY. "It always makes me feel bad when think of that poor fellow, and how to-da; 'v le sleeps on the bank of the Santa Ger trudes with nothing but a live oak to mar his last resting place in the bosom of thi .prairie. Do any of you fellows want a hi 5 tie craw poker to-night I" n Several did, and 'mid' the shufiling of Sgreasy pack, Bill 'Hall wase soon forgottez Where the Smash Was. Reporter-"I wish to ascertain some< the particulars about the recenit accidor on your road." Superintendent- "WIhat road?" !e Rep.-" Why your road I" SBupt.-"I own no road." 1e Rep.-"Are you noti the buperintendei 1. of the Go-to-Blazcs.Smash-and-Crash Rs ao road?" r, Supt.-"I am. Why didn't you ai it that before?" re Rep.- "Well, now about the accident, 10 Sup.-"What aocident?" Rep.- "Why, the recent accident." ir Supt.-"There has boon no recent ace id dent." Rep.-"Why, didn't a train run off ti at track recently, smash half a dozen cars kigdling wood arnd ill Aive or slxpeophl rS.-"Where ?" m- Rept.-A GilFalls Station." id Supt.-'W here is Gimlet Falls?"u uo Rep.-"Wherei Don't you know ?" in Supt,-"I am not called upon to knoi md Prove to me where (Jimlet Falls Is." r. Rep.-"Well,this is cheek." th Supt.---"No, it ain't it's business." 0. id To the Christian nothing can be dark but. that there is a' bright side. Ored by 8asty Pudding. .Doctor Radeliffe cared but little for books and yet he left $200,000 to found the library at Oxford University, whih bears his name. A friend, visiting him, asked where his study was. Pointing to a few vials and a skeleton, he replied, This Is Radcliffe's library." Though one of the most successful phy sicians of his day, he seemed to ignore physio. He oice remarked, that when he began practice he had twenty remedies for every disease, but before many years he found twenty diseases for which he had but one remedy. His reputation was due to the same qualities which command success in allade partments of life-namely, quick penetra tion, goed sense, decision and fertility of expedients. He was called to a gentleman Ill of the quinsy. Seeing that neither an internal nor an external application would be of any service, he ordered a hasty pudding to be made. When it was done, his own servants having been instructed as to their behavior, brought it to the patient's room. "Come Jack and Dick," said the Doctor as the pudding was placed on the table, "eat as quickly as possible. You've had' no breakfast this morning." Both began, but on Dickle dip. ping his spoon. twice Into the pudding to Jack,s' once, they quarreled. From words they went to throwlbg spoonfuls of hot pudding at each other; then handfuls. The patient was so much amused that ho nearly burst with laughter, and that burst the quinsy and he recovered. Colorado Jack. He called himself "Colorado Jacic," and looked like he might be a bad man to han dle. He was up for drunkenness. ."Do you plead guilty or not guilty?" said the recorder. "You don't try a man for murder before the inquests a:e held, do you? Don't you take me around to the undertaker's shop to identify the remainst That's what I have been accustomed to in Colorado." "What remains? What inquest?" "Why of the policeman who tried to arrest met" "You didn't kill any policeman." "Well, don't you want to see the result of their wounds before you try me? Don't you take their ante mortems and have them identify me as the tornado that struck 'emi As a general thing they die before they are taken to the hospital." "I don't- know what your are talking about. You were arrested and brought to tle lock-up by a little sick tailor on Gal veston avenue, who was disturbed by your howling." "0, well, that's all right. At first 1 was afraid I had disgraced myself. Any citizen can arrest me with impunity. Civilians are beneath my resentment. You can't make me destroy one. I might go along with one pcliceman if he was not armed and very polite. When I want a fight I want the genuine article. It takes five able-bodied policemen to make it in t.ovptAti)a ann'ah +'.w mp to It. Imval r nit. I never fish for sardines. In Colorado they usually bring out a battery on me and a company of infantry. As long as you keep your police 'ont of my way when 1 am drunk they are safe. That explains'it. I couldn't find the police to get up a mati nee. That explains why there is no mor tuary report this week-no vacancies on the force. I expect the police know mU and hired that little tailor to bring me in, knowing I 'oily go to war with regularly ordained policemen. Bilingsgate, London. Who would see Billingsgate at its busiest must be there by 5 o'clock In the morning, for at 5 o'clock, all the year round, the po liceman, permanently appointed to this post, rings the great bell, and at, the first tone of its iron tongue the iron-gates,river side and city side, are unbarred, and swinging wide open, admit such a concourse as is not seen in any other city under the sun. Men In so. called white smocks, with head-dresses, partly felt, partly leather, some with leaves of leather hanging half w'iy down the back, make furious rushes from Lower Thames street to the river side, where they are met by fellow-laborers, who have reached there by sonme mysterious means already, and who search about" eagerly for wvork to do. The steamers that have been out for days in search of the fleet of fishing boats from the North Sea, and which may have over. hauled them close at Hfeligoland, or nearer to, or further from our shores, are moored alongside the dummies by the landing, anid into each of these are lowered two timber gangways, up one of which climb the per.. to:'s with trunks of fIsh upon their heads, . whilst down the other trip other porters with their empty boxes or trunks, as they are indifferently called, ready for a fresh load, These steamers may hive arrived in the river during the early morning, or they may hiave come late the previous af ternoon; or, should your visit be fixed for I Monday, they may have been there froml r Saturday afternoon, lying lazily in the - suffocating weather, which is not caleulat i ed to improve the flavor of the cargo. lint 0 there are also ice ships about, and the - knowledge of their presence lends a senti. mental coolness to the atmosphere. a Now the streets become noisy wIth th< -. arrival of carriers' carts from the railwayi whose system touch the sea, or carry rivei fish from Scotland or from Ireland. Oj ~f course the Irish and Scotch salmion arc th4 & most hiighly prized, for those of the Eng lish rivers are not rated so highly, and thi p reduce of the Norway rivers stand at thn lowest filure in the market. But for thiu class of fish the season ip nearly if not com it pletely, at an end, for the speckled troti ii goes out of fashion at the close of the par liamentary session, with its lordly rolativi k the silver-coated salmon. Cod and skate which lie about in all directions, are jos " coming in, and while haddocks andl plaic seem numerous enoiugh, turbot and oyster -are rather shy of putting in plentiful ap I. pearance. Norway lobsters are not jus now in season, so that one visiting th e market at present loses the sight of thl o sorting in the "haddock-room," over th 'a ground floor market, a sight wvell worthy c beholding. As 6 and 7Z o'clock approach, the busi ness becomes fast and furious. Thein fis arriving by boat and by rail are being rar r. idly sold off, for the most part by auctior There is~ but little time sto haggle aboet prices; the market figures are tolerably we established almost from the moment th gate. are unbarred, and qustomers are to to anxious to obtain their required supply,an to cary it off to diferent parts of the ms tropolls, to waste time in beating dow for pence, for shillings or even for pounds sterling. From -the steamers, and the Dutch eel boats, hung with cages round the skies, and fitted with wells inside to keep the fish alive; from the heavy barges laden with shrimpm, which are shoveled like grain into baskets, or with mud-color ed flounders caught by and beyond Black friars bridge, from the railway vans in the narrow roadways, crowded with fiat-fish and fresh-water fish, or with huge baskets running over with slimy eels, the porters make their way in and out of the market. The numerous narrow by-ways that radiate from the base of the "tall bully that lifts its head and lies"-in Latin-are thronged with costermongers' carts and barrows, so that for the general public these so-ealled thoroughfares are positively impassable up to 9 or 10 o'clock. As the market exists, its business is car ried on with all possible propriety, and tak ing into consideration that its lowest cham ber, which by the way, is scarcely ever used, is ton feet below the level of the riv er, it is kept remarkably dry. This has to be effected, however, by means of steam power, which keeps continually pumping the water out from under the flooring and which would if allowed to rise, flood the building in thirty-six hours. Strange to say, too, this drainage is not water from the river, for it Is perfectly pure and taste ess,. but it is supposed to percolate through lie earth from the coal exchange opposite, where it aid the Romans of old had es. tablisheio. pring baths. Victorso's Vareer. The Indian chief Victorlo, who was re cently killed in Mexico, was an Apache leader over seventy years old, short and stout in build and of wonderful skill and courage. Though his left arm hung paralyzed by his side, and his age was so great, he baffled the unremitting pursuit of United States and Mexican troops, pillaged and murder ed on both sides of our southern border and fought scores of fierce combats. Up to 1877 lie was a good Indian; but at that time the Interior Department resolved to remove him from the Hot Springs reserva tion, where he had lived with his people for ten years and began to make progress in the arts of peace. Victorio refused to submit to a removal to the Don Carlos re servation but was forcibly transferred in February 1877. He broke away after a six months residence in his place of exile, bit was captured and brought back. He made his escape a second time, and remained in his place of refuge at the Hot Springs until the Spring of 1879, when peremptory or ders came for his transfer anct he became an outlaw. In the latter part of April, 1879, Victorio with about thirty followers, crossed the Sierra Solidad and the river Joruedo del Muerto, stealing enough horses at Alormocito before crossing the river, to mount his band, and went on to the Hot Springs reservation. At Hot bprings, lie surprised six or eight men who were guard ing Company "E," Ninth Cavalry, cap tured forty-five horses, and killing the whole guard rode away to Hillsboro and Hatch, who had great influence over Vie torio, was unfortunately ordered into the Ute country. Only a day or two before Victorlo's desperate attack, General Hatch had received permission to move him back to Ojo Callente reservation. Word was sent immediately to Victorio, but either the orders were not promptly obeyed or they reached the now infuriated chief toe late. Victorio, when near to Hillsboro, had meanwhile attacked a mining camp, and eleven miners were killed, although they bravely defended themselves. Fron1 there Victorlo went to McAllister's ranch, which lie burned, stealing more horses and killing three men. Major Morrow, of the Ninth Cavalry was following him, but Vie torlo was making a long circuit towards th< Black range and Membros mnountains, and the troops in pursuit fared hardly. I. these raids about twenty teamsters and hierdsmen were killed but Major Morrov pushing down towards Messilla, drove bhi foe towards Mexico4 in Mexico, Victorbi madie himself the terror of the frontier, ant crossing the border after nunmerous' depre dations, he was once more encountered b: Morrow and driven back only to renew hil bold incursions. The record of the pursuit the wonderful marches of the Indians anm our cavalrymen, and the desperate encoun ters that took place from time to time reads like a romance. It is estimated tha this old chief, .exasperated to war by in jubtice, has within the course of eighteel months killed 200 American citizens, 201 Mexicans and 100 soldiers, beside stealisn over 1000 horses and comnmitting no eni of minor depredations. Too Well Isented. Old 3hockey, a peripamtmetic preacher well known in California, is such an at dent believer in Scripture that he is read to bet on any proposition that is laid dow in the Bible. A few weeks ago, he visite the Lake, and stopped on Sunday at Gler brook. Being nearly penniless, he dletol mined to give an exhortation, and securin a ball called the sinners together 111 text was the marine episo'.e, in Jonah was taken in by a wid.ic "Now, my hearers, to thme class oi plo who never look beyond the surfai things this looks like a hard story to ii lieve, but I know that it is so, every wo, of it." ie saw an incredulous look on the fact of the hard cases in the front row, am after pausing a moment, ho continued: "i'iu bet any man in the crowd, $101 that I can prove every word of it. Dos any bony respond?", lie thrust his hand dowin into his trouis pocket and leaned forward. No one tot him up. lHe went on with his sermo: showing conclusively that the whale d all that was clained of it, and then passa around the hat "lie that giveth to the poor lendethm un the Lord," he Isaid, as it went down ti row. "Lay up your treasures in heaven, whio a neither moths nor rust corrupt, nor thiev r break in and steal," he remarked, as a saw the hat ocming back. f it was handed back to him empty, al he dismissed the audience with a has . benediction. After services he met one i his hearers and complained bitterly of 1 - lack of coin and enthusiasm in the town. ,"We've got the enthusiasm here, Pu t son," said theo man addressed, "but wh< li you-blufted us on a hundred dollar bi o some thought you must be a road agei a and the rest concluded that a man se w & heeled didn't need take up a collection .Glenwood.' FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Human life detineil by a line I AS un comfortable as would be the=a figure defined by 'a wire. It Is said that the pen is Mightier than the sword. Neither is of .Much value without the holder.. There are blessings and. priyileges in every life; let us be thanktrl for all Ihose which fall to our lot. " I - . To be wise is to feel thai all thit Is earthly Is transient, and to experidnoe misfortune Is -to become wise. The lessons of dIssapointmentj hu. tikliation and blunder impress nore than those of a thousand masters. A good conscience is like a ceriner lot. Every body would like to have It, but few are willing to pay the price. The beginning of faith is action; and he only believes who struggles; not he who merely thinks a tuestion over. The grace that saves a m n will gave another through him. Iritiloes not.it is a kind that will notlikely save either. There is nothing lower than bypo crisy. To profess friendship and aot enmity is a sure proof of total depra vity. - It Is a most mortifying reflection to any man to coasider what he has done eompared with what he might have done. It would improve some people very mech if they were as careful 6f tielr daily lives as they are of their ortho doxy. Only the religlotta wan Is good. And what is religion I It is the perfect agreement of the will with the consoi ence. Man must be diqsappolnted with the lesser things of life before he, can comprehend the full value sof) the greater. Frequent dissappointmentj tegeh 4s to mistrugt our own inclinations, and shrink even from vows our heart may prompt. Our sina, like our shadows; *hen our d.ty Is in its glory scarce appear towardi our evening how great, anc nonstrous. B.id habits are the thietlesaof the 1eart, and every indulgence of them Is a seed froui which will spring forth a new crop. . * Women who love are always afraid they are nob loved. Women who do not love always flatter themselves that they are loved. In sad truth. half of our forebodings about our nelghbora are but our own wishes, which we are ashaued to utter in any other form. ieauty is a great gift of Heav~n i not for the purpose of female vanity, but a great gift for one who loves, and wishes to be loved. Our striving against nature I, like ho lng a weathercook w iith.one's hand as soon as the force is take oiff it veers asral'n witAi the wind). '1 :" -' Wo shouta give as we reeeive, eneer fully, quickly, and without hesitttion; for there is no grace in a ;bonete that sticks to the flngers. It is easy enotgli to i'a ike 4'i ri~Ioes. for those we love but tor'ourpemy we have to strugge and overdoihe self. duch a victory is noblo. ,. . . - . i The man of enlightened understand ing.and persevering ardor hog Irany sources of enjoyment which th'.gno. rant man cannot reach. Truth and purity,like so tinny geme in the life and.example of the (good man, cannot but shaipioand comema error and vice i4 others. He that hath reall-y felt the' bitter ness of sin will fetir to noomnpt it; and he that hiath fels-the sweetness o'f mser cy will tear to ollend it.- - There is no time an a mast's lire yrhen he is so great as whon ho elpegfully bows to the necessity o0' his pq ition, and makesithse beit o- it. -There is no policy like p61iteness; and a goul . nyanner is the be$t thing in the world, elther to get agaed namae or to supply the waht or It. Tears are no6t 'nmnly I Well, the j highest type'- of manahobd 'tht- over . blessed eartch w ith''H iaipresenee: wept on more th an one occasionl. t Wonderfull r hat religion, graich - seems to have no other objdut' han tihe a felicity of another life, sumbt id also ) constitute the-happiness of this.' ( A man is more faithful to the secret :I oft another than to his own; a woman, on tine contrary, preservqs her own so-. urer, better thtan that of another. He who can at all 'toies saorifice ,pleasure to duty, possosses, in Na large measur'e, divine elements in his onla. V raott r and must grow spiiatualiy; a Dr. Caird says thg6 it'is sape e fact i that a "malp has riches" .iih keeps himn from thme kingdom of' be Wen, bua t t he fact that "riche~s haVe -him." Opport asunity is the flowver of time; an sthe stat K may remain when the dower is out ofl', so time may remain ,rii us when uppmortuahity is gJhe, Leoave your grievanosa, as 1apoleon did his letters, unheeded fr three d weeks, ajud it is abtonishing how 'few of tnum,by that time will require heed intg. 'i ~d tdo man has come to truer grpatness who hlas not fel in seine .dcge that his te belongs to his radoe,'{ ~ithat winat God gives him he 'Ei4 manl kiad. . * h sr atudy your own laterests i piosely, and dto not spend your timeletin presidents, governers,;a te smaln otlikers, anid ia 'whit 1 gk store IuXes. . i Self love is a medium ofuao peouiiar kind ; it mwaniiius everytthing which 15 1anwas in thers, at tipo pga pe time o .hus it lessena every thing hiai~l Ia our re '.i'uo very heart anid root of sin is an es inLuesnlelts a seilash -qpWm We meect ti Lhe 1u0 slf, andit not owg y wislh otners to worsuip it, bla we Ie rehay y Itourselves. " of Calva.ry alone was high oiidugh to cc ue aoudestak upoun wiaieh' he -ideal ii eru oA nlumanhly could statis~ and bU seenuby al, whiio nione Oh,1i ouid nTinits ot genoral calai i~*d ceufu-. tsiWn nave ever been $rdt8tve of thte olg greatist manus. Tne piregs eo Contes ir omn tuenotest furne,; terighte46 in Alas from t9 darE 4l: