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185 B eni ESTABLISHED 1865. TEWBERRY, S._C., THURSDAY, JUNE (,18.---- ~-PIE$.0AYA Lines on Bush River Burying Ground i Newberry District, South Carolina. [The following lines are supposed t ave been written by Rev. Thoms rean, a Baptist minister who onc bored in this county. They wer nded to us by Maj. L. J. Jones, Mr ones having found them among, me old papers. They have never bee: ublished. The manuscript is in lear plain hand, and well preservec ough nearly a half century old. - Th m will no doubt be read with intei t.-ED. H. & N.] I. ure 'tis a solemn thing to tread Upon that hallowed spot of ground, e sacred precincts of the dead Where many a little yellow mound To every eye each spot discloses, Where frail mortality reposes In slumber so profound; hat fancy ne'er affects the brain .ith dreams of pleasure or of pain. II. re death, the tyrant fierce and grin With undisputed power reigns, ds down each mouldering trunk ani limb With Lethe's everlasting chains, And makes the living man gros pale To think he'll Bim ere long assai ith fierce and fatal pains, .nd sink him to that dreaded grave rom which an angel cannot save. III. 1 ages, sexes, and conditions ave here the debt of nature paid, spite of efforts of physicians To have that payment (due) delayed And it will almost bring a tear To see their graves so very near, if the living were afraid t they who've run their earthly rae ould have too large a resting placE IV. every title is forgot, nd here do all distinction cease, t all partake the self same lot ad nothing ever mars their peac None here do ever hate or love, None do condemn, none do a: prove, one ask for their release; t-passive prisoners they lie, ever smile nor ever sigh. V. closely dwell the young and old e brave, and those who wereafraid he who toiled-and heaped up gol4 .isby a beggar lai - And comely youths who once wer vain And did-less favored ones disdain ve with them here decayed; learned and ignorant and wise equal in this mondreh's eyes VI. those who in this dark abode ve laid them down to take thei -rest, many a bitter tear has flowed d many a heart has beendi tressed. Many have seen those relics hid Beneath the shroud -and coffin lid ith grief that's ne'er expressed; 4:1 for the dead those badges worn icho tell the living that they mourt Sfor a tribute to their worth Sme have erected o'er their graves e that tells their name and birti d virtues-when they died--whic1 saves Their names from what's the con mon lot To sink at once (and be forgot) neath,oblivionl's dark waves; t short's the time the bark can rid fate will sink it in the tide. VIII. t many graves I here behold eot even honored by a stone, th letters traced thereon, to unfoli name of him or her alone, But shapeless stones are there to te] How little love the living feel or their departed friends-unlknown) f it was-tot worth the cost' eep their names from being lost. IX. ough it recks nothing to the soul hen it has fromi the body passed, ~ t should sleep at either pole Or to the winds of heaven be cast; SYet still humanity will say (And should ye not her voice obey?2 Write o'er the grave at last he name, that all who come may know hose dust it is that sleeps below. * X. ~thre's the grave of one that's seel awice forty welcome springs appear clothe the earth in living green oAs many winters end the year, And did that hoary headed man ~Who measured out so long a span (Meet death without a fear ? Nye ! was his spirit purified* Like gold that's in the fire tried ? XI. He'd lived to see what all may see (Who do not found their hopes o1 dreams), "The vanity the ranit.y" Of worldly hopes and worldl; schemes, And if the sun of righteousness Found in his bosom free access To pour its heavenly beams, Then, then he did not live in vain Nor did the grave a victory gain. XII. And yonder is the grave of one Who (lied white he was in his prime( *Ah! little thought he that his sun Would set within so short a time, Buoyant with youthful hopes ni doubt He had his hopeful plans laid ou The highest mount to climb, But in a most unlooked for hour ie fell beneath the mnarh's pwer ? IXIIJ. Thus fares it oft with the young man "Who in the pride of youth dot] ? trust," S He forms full many a scheme and plai e iThen sinks despairing to the dust, e Gone are his hopes and schemes s vain But yet he does not dare complain The scales that weigh are just; He goes obedient to the call Which soon or late is sent to all. e xIV. Hard by a lovely maiden sleeps, A being wrought of finest mould, Here soft affection often weeps As it has done in days of old; And that she had an angel's face An angel's innocence and grace Is often, often told. But grace and beauty could not save The victim from the hungry grave. xv. Once round her brow and neck so whita The auburn ringlets wanton rolled i Once her cerulean eyes had sight And crimson cheeks her blushes told i Those eyes can never see again, Those cheeks have lost their crim son stain, Like snow, they're white and cold And by the process of decay 1 The earth asserts her kindred clay. xvI. A little infant's buried there, The youngest inmate of a tomb, Oh death ! couldst thou not deign ti spare That tender plant to bud and bloom Why pluck it thus and rob the be< Where it was sweetly nourished, And soon had shed perfume; 'Twas well withall, it did not grow To feel the bitter tempests blow. e ' XvIi. It's bark was launched, it gained th< port While those it left behind are tost By hostile winds .and waves-thei: sport, And often on the voyage lost; And they who have the storms out rode And reached at last that brigh abode Have done it at great cost. But thus the great creator wills And death his duty thus.fulfills. XVIII. While here all silently I walk, 3 And deep and humble reverence nay The graves the graveg assume to talk, A voiceeomes fron the"moulderini clay, I hear its deep sepulchral tones Ascending fYom the flesh and bone. Which seems to me to say: "Frail mortal now attend and hear Instruction from the dead-('tis dear. XIX. r "I once had life and health like thee Who now dost on the surface toil, But mort&t know that'thou like me -Must lay thee down beneath the soil I charge thee then by all that's good Bring-not into this dark abode A lamp that has' no oil; Or everlasting wrath and gloom Will surely be thy dreadful doom." Enough-this awful voice I've heard, 'Tis time to hie me now away; And oh ! may I heed every word My conscience speaks within-obe3 SThe Lord ! that I without a fear May at his holy bar appear -At the great judgmrent day, And with the holy choirs-sing llosannsah to the heavenly king. PH ILOM. SNEWBERRY, S. C., February 1st, 1842 A VALUABLE OFFER. The R. & D. R. R. Co. Offers to Assist In De veIoping the South. T. M. R. Talcott, first vice-presiben of the Richmond and Danville Rail road Company, has issued the follow ing letter: "The Richmond and Danville Rail road Company desires to assist in thi developemnent of the -region tributara to its lines by acquiring and dissemi nating accurate knowledge of sucl minerals, building stones, etc., as art accessible and can be utilized for prac tical purposes, and to encourage pros pecting, which may result in the dis rcovery of valuable minerals. The co operation of all persons who are inter ested in the dlevelopment of thes natural resources is invited, anid thea are requested to send to this office th~ best specimens obtainable of whateve mineral substances they may find, o which they may know where found in the region above stated, with a ful description of locality where found character of deposit, and apparan quantity. Tjhe nature and value o specimens, when ascertained, will b made known to the persons who sem them. All agents of the Richmon< 1 and Danville Railroad Company ar< authorized to ship free of charge speci mens of minerals, timbers, buildint i stones, etc., whitch are addressed t< the undersigned. Ina every case thi name of the sender shoud accompana the specimen." A Good Investinent is that which yields large returns fronx a small outlay. Reader, the way i: clear! No speculation, no chance, bit ,returns! I f you are like most of man kind yon have somewhere a weaknes: -don't feel at all times just as you'< like to-headrache to-day, backache to morrow, down sick next week--all be cause your blood is out of order. A t small outlay and what large returns You invest in Dr. Pierce's Golder Medal Discovery and soon pure, fresl blood courses through your veins, an< yoare nothe,. being!i 1 GREATER IN DEATH THAN IN LIFE ! Francis Warrington Dawson. The writer was once contemporary with Captain Dawson, and it is pleas ant now to recall the congenial inter course of the years that are past. He well remembers his comely presence, and his pleasant smile and voice and words, and courteous bearing, and he would add another link to the beau tiful chain woven by many friends to encircle his grave and perpetuate his memory. He would weave it of the immortelle, with "pansies for thought and rosemary for remembrance." As the hurtling shaft that suddenly falls in the path of the unsuspecting traveler, came the swift and terrible tidings of Captain Dawson's death. "Can this be possible?" was all that we could say, as trying to realize that he, who but yesterday moved with quick ened impulse among the ringing voices of life, should so suddenly and so sadly have gone to join the pale processional upon "the river that runs through the realm of tears." And now that the Easter-tide has departed, and the closing hours of the _ May devotions are passing from us periods in the calendar of his Church the deceased loved so well-we have left the little world about us to its fes tive enjoyment and its busy scenes, and have taken ourself in imagination to the place where the silent sleeper is at rest, there to linger awhile in the happy memories of the past, as' the musical voices of the yesper winds come forth to mingle their tender requiem with "a hundred happy whisperings of flowers," for they so sweetly tell us, in the beautiful lines of Burton, that here, in this restful spot, "They do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, In the city wvhere they sleep away the hours; But they lie while o'er them range Winter blight andstimmer change, And a hundred happy whisperings of flowers. No, they neither wed nor plight, And the day is like the night, For their vision is of other kind than ours. "They do neither sing nor sigh In the burgh of by and by, Where the streets have grasses growing cool and long; But they rest within their bed, Leaving all their thoughts unsaid, Deeming silence better far than sob or song. No, they neither sigh nor sing, Though the robin be a-wing, Though the leaves of autumn march a million strong. "There is only rest and peace In the city of surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun; And the wings of the swift years Beat but gently o'er the biers, Making music to the sleepers, every one. There is only peace. and rest; But to them it seemeth best, For they lie at ease, and know that life is done." We are very sure that the words which should be entwined with his memory are those upon the escutcheon of a band of brothers he loved so well: "Valor and virtue." Did he not cross the sea in the bloom of boyhood to draw his sword in defense of the weak in numbers against the strong? And sheathing the sword did he not take the mightier pen and wield it trench antly while yet the sword of Damo-cles glittered in the Southern sunlight? Truly did he cleave the way through envy, detraction and opposition in that long dark day of oppression, rising rapidly from martial prowess to civic and journalistic success! Fame and -fortune followed as a legitimate se quence-as the just compensation. And garnering the golden fruitage of his labors, while yet in the meridian of his .days, and fighting with a Titan's strength for principles undying, he has fallen. He gave his life's blood whl,e~ pleading for the defenceless! He - knew the meaning of that royal word - sympathy. He knew, also, how to "put himself in another's place," as the great -and good of earth have done. Because he wore "the white flower of a pure life" "his strength was as the strength of ten." IThe tide of public calamrity and pri vate grief which had swept the city of -his adoption through the eventful -years, seemed now to have reached its -climax in a flood of sorrow! -We cannot understand the mysteries - surrounding us, nor the permissive providences of the Omnipotent. Rut shall we not say that the martyr sleeper is greater in his death than in his life? Shall not his sublime influence and fragrant memory give new life to virtuous action? IA multitude may defame and deride the sanctity of woman, and a legion mock at her dethronement. It is only Fnow and again that one, seeing her peril or hearing "the cry of Innocence Ifor protection," will rush to the rescue and, if need be, pour his blood at the foot of some cross as a ransom for her deliverance. These men ale lIke the stars of magnitude that flash upon the midnight sky! We can enlarge the poet's lines and apply them here: "No pent ap" continent now claims his fame, "The boundless" universe pays tribute to his name. For although he cast his lot with the stricken Southland he had learned to love so deeply and so well, yet his cos mnopolitan character, his catholicity and his humanity made him a citizen of the world. In his life he was among the most princely of men, and in his death among the most illustrious of sufferers! As a leader in journalism he ob served both the written and the un written code of journalistic ethics. right of private judgment," etc., he did not arrogate to himself, but with mag nanimity towardall men, yielded grace fully, and was ever tolerant of the opinions of others. As a true knight, he would sometimes wield the battle axe with fearful force. Yet not with a spirit of revenge. The brilliant, versatile, conservative staff with which he had surrounded himself, is in itself a conspicuous trib ute to his ability, sagacity and pow er of discipline. His self-discipline was seen at its very best, perhaps, in the peril and alarm of the moments when his devoted city trembled as it were upo.i the verge of a dying world. When in the horror of that hour he sent his paper forth with graphic editorials of faultless rhetoric and elegant diction minutely describing the thrilling inci dents of the earthquake. The inspiration, training and nerve of his accomplished force was most manifest in the darkness of the day whose setting sun had heralded the de parture of their chief. During the blackness of that fateful night they kept their posts with aching heart and quivering nerve, yet never a sign or word of despair, or revenge, could be traced between the lines as the paper came forth with the rising sun in its usual fullness and excellence-tell ing, with quiet dignity yet touching pathos, the startling story of its bitter bereavement. Captain Dawson had both a phenom enal mind and a unique character. The very largesse of nature's gifts was ap parently poured upon him. To splendid physical health and personal attrac tiveness was added a volume of moral and intellectual strength. Seeking no model he mapped out for himself a nat ural path of rare beauty and renown. The imperishable traits of his charac ter *ere moral heroism and transparent truth. He did not "use language to conceal his thoughts." To an iron will, dauntless nerve, and a quick eye and ear, were united a thoughtful, cheerful mind of rapid concentration, grasp, de cision and action. His prescience was remarkable. He knew neither fear nor delay, and being always well up with his work was ever ready. His life was beautiful in its symmetry. With no "lost motion" or friction in his mental machinery, nor undue exhaustion of his nervous energy, his fruitful mind was always buoyant, elastic and properly toned. Hence it is no wonder he achieved so much. He was a man for the surprises and crises that come of great key moments, whether of revolution or con vulsion, and he crowded into the forty nine eventful years of his life the work of a century! We can truly apply his own lines "Only a Private," to himself, for thus came he to us as he leaped from his ship to join the jackets of gray: "Only a private ! his jacket of gray Is stained by the smoke and the dust; As Bayard, he's brave; as Rupert, he's gay; Reckless as Murat in heat of the fray, But in God is his only trust." Of the same blood and lineage, he was a Carolinian in all things save his nativity. By adoption and association, and in sympathy and sentiment he loved South Carolina "from the centre all around to the sea." "He did not love Ca3sar less because he1loved. Rome more." His home was in the muetropo lis but he was anxious to see the illu sive lines that disturbed the State dis pelled by a spirit of unity that would have been cotermiinous with the bounds of the State. He came t~o Virginia and the Caroli nas and ate salt and brake bread and bled with the bravest of the fiower and the chivalry of the South. Cavalier and Huguenot alike locked shields with him in the thick of the fight. And when the shock of battle was over and a valiant people found themselves without a bank and almost- thrown from affluence to penury and woe, moral conrage was needed for the war of the interregnum. The South must be rehabilitated, for, figuratively, "its world had come~to an end." The noble sires had lost all save their manhood. The proud prestige, born of their homo geneity and conservative social system, was well-nigh crushed, and they were almost ready to accept despar and death; but the sons must live in the dawn of a new day. And only a Carolinian not "native and to the man ner born," yet with the courage of a Cour .de Lion and thxe excellence of a Hampden could."beat back the just in. dignation and forgive" while assisting with herculean effort in bravely bridg. ing the chasm that long, dark, pitiless night. In this he was sometimes misunderstood and, pioneer-like, suf fered; yet he is "a hero not without the laurel and a conqueror not without the triumph!" We are persuaded that wherever men "count time by heart-beats, and live ini noble thought and generous action,' Francis Warrington Dawson will be estimated at his real value. And where ever the name of woman is sacred, his memory will be treasured. And now, though the music of his voice and the cadence of his step no longer break the stillness of his home, he has gone with his splendid talent of virtues to those mystic heights, where the heroic and the beautiful together dwell in fadeless lustre forever! This testimonial does not pretend to be a sketch of Capt. Dawson's life, as the reader will readily perceive, but simply an allusion to some phases of it. The attractive features of his child hood; the inspiration of his youtn born of .a lofty faith, courage and pa triotism; his fearless gallantry as a young Confederate ; the brilliant acievemnents in the diversified linec Another Letter from Mexico. NEW LAREDO, MEXICO, May 27, 1889. DEAR As I have an eighteen hours "lay over" I will write you at length. Since my last letter to you I have resigned my position in the shops and gone back on my engine, which I like much better for several reasons. First, the labor in the shops is very unsatisfactory-being a conglomeration of Americans, ne groes, Mexicans and Indians,-the whole being troublesome to control properly. Besides this, the responsibili ty of the foreman is great. If anything is wrong the foreman must dance to the music. Again, it does not pay so handsomely as my old engine does, neither is my engine so confining. I feel free and easy on my run, and there is always varied and grand scenery on every hand. For instance, a few nights ago I was cantiously coming down the mountain steeps, with peaks on one side, frequently rising to the height of 600 or 800 feet, and precipices on the other of nearly and equal depth. It was about 4 o'clock in the morning-the moon was shining dimly through a dense fog-the preceding day had been fearfully hot. It had now become quite cool, though the great metal, like boulders which line these mountains had not cooled, and the heat which they emitted into the cool damp atmos phere caused a light which resembled one immense, continuous sheet of lightning. I cannot explain it on scientific principles. I am not scientist enough for that. I can only say that it was sublimely grand to behold. I tell you, railroading in Mexico, on this road especially, is a little of the biggest thing I have ever seen, much less tackled. Besides the regular scheduled trains, we frequently send out as many as ten to twenty extra trains every twenty four hours, and could send more if we had the engines. Just think of a train of seventy-five or eighty cars, being drawn and pushed by five large moun tain engines. It is a grand sight. This make up of a train is done to prevent accidents. A train of cars drawn by a simple engine .up the steep mountain grades is liable to break, and the results would be fearful. But with a train of seventy-five or eighty cars with an engine in front, one in the rear and several at proper distances between these two, accidents of this character are avoided. These Mexicans, while they seem as a general thing, to regard God and religion very lightly, yet they spare neither pains nor money to guard against the loss of human life on their roads. In this particular, they are much more guarded than * our own people. The greatest precautions are taken to prevent accidents. I have taken out an accidental policy for $3,000, but it seems to be almost auseless thing when it is remembered that this road has the safest record of any railroad on either continent. It has averaged only one accident per year since it -has been built, but that one accident might happen to me, so I am on the safe side. Money is plentiful here, especially among railroad men. This company clears on an average $80,000 per month. Many of the employees seem to attach little value to their earnings. I have seen men draw $2.50 per month and then not work a lick until all was spent, then go back work another month, draw their pay and spend it again, and so on, never saving a dollar. True, everything here is high in pro portion to the plentitude of money. For inst ace, I pay $7 per month for a single r- m, $8 per month for washing, but still can put $100 inside my vest pocket e very month after spending all that I need. True, I need but little, except for board, washing and cloth ing-. Board is first-class here, but it costs something to eat. I pay fifty cents for every meal I get, but it is good. Eggs, chickens, turkeys, butter and vegetables in abundance. I ate a magnificent Easter dinner, but I did not think much of Easter until it was past. Easter and Sundays are little observed here. There are no Protes tant churches here-nothing but Catho lics, and they seem so different from those in the United States. WVell, I have again been promoted. I have now attained to the goal which I long have sought. I am now' run ning a passenger train, consisting of four passenger coaches and a sleeper, with a schedule of forty-five miles per hour. I am really proud of my posi tion. I feel good over it. I am only sorry that I can't have Joe Green here as a looker on. I think he would come to the conclusion that he is not the only man in the world that a poor young man wodld have to beg for a job. I would give a $100 if I could just run my train into Columbia under his eyes. I hope Schump has recovered from his spell of sickness. Tell him I sent for Tom Bladen. He arrived here last night and will fire for me until he becomes accustomed to this water and coal, and learns the road. He will then take charge of an engine. I was greatly amused at Tom on his trip out. The natives, their ways and manners, the immense herbs of sheep, goats, cattle, wild horses, the cow boys watch ing their herds, vast droves of tur keys, the broad expanse of prairies dressed in the most georgeous array of all the wild fiowers indigenous to this limate. Then the lofty mountain peaks looming up in the distance-all these were too much for Tom to take t of h. ife-work, enriched as they were by the earnest piety of a loyal and loving heart devoted to his church; his unstinted charities and pains-tak ing labor both in public and private ways, so freely and cheerfully given; and the many deserved tributes from the clergy, and the laity in every walk of li:e; this and more will the biogra pher gather as a memorial tribute to his worth. R. H. GRENEKER. Newberry, 30th May, 1889. BABIES IN THE WOULD. Nearly Th:':-Seven Millions of the Little Creatures Appear Every Year. It has been computed that between 36,000,000 and 39,000,000 of babies are born into the world each year. The ratio of production is therefore, about seventy or rather more than one for ever beat of the clock. With the one a-minute calculation every reader is familiar, but it is not every one who stops to calculate what this means, when it comes to a year's supply, says the Leeds Mercury. And it will prob ably startle a good many persons to find that could the infants of a year be ranged in a line in the cradles seven deep they would go around the globe. We have the ingenious conclusion also that supposing the little ones to grow up and the sexes to be about equally divided, we should have an army a hundred times as large as the forces of the Britsh empire, with a wife in ad dition to every soldier. The same writer looks at the matter in a still more picturesque light. He imagines the babies being carried past a given point in their mothers' charge, one by one, and the procession being kept up continuously night and day, until the last comer in the twelve months has passed by. A sufficiently liberal rate of speed is allowed, but even with these babies-in-arms going past twenty a minute, the reviewing oficer would only have seen a sixth part of the in fantine host file onward by the time he had been a year at his post. In other words, the babe that had to be carried when the work began would be able to waddle onward itself when a mere fraction of its comrades had reached the saluting post ; and when the year's supply of babies was tapering to a close, there would be a rear guard not of in fants, but of romping boys and girls. They wopld have passed, in fact, out of the maternal arms into the hands of the school teacher. Every moment of nearly seven years would be required to complete this grand parade of those little ones that in ihe course of a twelve month begin to play their part in the first age of man. Mrs. Cleveland met Mrs. Hayes. There was an incident at the centen nial ball which was an embarrassing to Mrs. Cleveland and Mrs. Hayes as it was amusing to the bystanders. Mrs. Cleveland had expressed a desire to be introdveed to Mrs. Hayes, so was led toher'box by one of the Four Hundred who was dancing attendance upon lier. Mrs. Hayes being engrossed in a con versation at the time and not immedi ately recognizing her visitor, simply acknowledged the introduction and went on with her conversation. Mrs. Cleveland stood slightly embarrassed for a moment, and then turned and walked out of the box feeling decidedly chagrined. In the meantime Mrs. Hayes who had supposed all along that her visitor was one of the numerous class of people who seek introductions on such occasions, looked up and discovering that the lady who had just been intro duced to her had gone, inquired casu ally what her name was, and was much amazed as well as chagrined when a gentleman standing by replied. "Mrs. Cleveland-Mrs. Grover Cleveland-. Mrs. ex-President Cleveland." And Mrs. Hays frantically shouted for the General. "Call the General; bring him to me," and when the General arrived Mrs. Hayes was at once led to Mrs. Cleveland's box and was introduced over again to the ex-President's wife, where she apologized for and fully ex plained the reason for her lack of cor diality. . Sam Jones Stirs Danvime. DANvrLLE, VA., May 22.-The Rev. Sam Jones closed his revival meeting here this morning. The meeting stirred Danville up mightily and nearly one thousand persons professed conversion. As a result of'The meeting a petition is now being circulated for a local option election. .The Women Praise B. B. B, The suffering of women certainly awakens the sympathy of every true philanthropist. Their best friend, however, is B. B. B. (Botanic Blood Balm). Send to Blood Balm Co., At lanta, Ga., for proofs. H. L. Cassidy, Kennesaw, Ga., writes: "Three bottles of B. B. B. cured my wife of scrofula." Mrs. R. M. 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B., as it nniclr gave he,- relief." these scenes in almost breathless amazemnaut, and finally he would exclaim: "'tis a dream, 'tis a dream. I'm not living in a realty." Then he would get on the tender and throw a piece of hard coal at a drove of turkeys, but Tom never got one. These ranclimen here, and their stock often live two and three months without water. This may seem incred ible to you, nevertheless it is true. The ranchmen substitute milk for water, and the cattle eagerly eat the watery cactus, in fact when the thorns are burned off, they will eat the cactus in preference to drinking water, even when the water is plentiful. Thus nature has adopted herself to the wants of man and beast wherever found. A few days ago I saw Mr. W. C. Hussa, of Prosperity, S. C. He is in high spirit and says he is getting rich. I must confess that I have not as much faith in some of these Mexican boom ing towns as some persons have. For instance take Laredo, Tex. True real estate is advancing, but the question is, with the make up of the population, will it maintain the advance? So with New Laredo, Mexico. I asked the candid opinion of a real estate broker a few days ago, and he gave me*little en couragement. I have more faith in the fertile farm lands and stock raising here than I have in booming real es tate. I do think that Mexico is the greatest cattle, horse and sheep coun try in the world. You can go to any Df these ranches here and buy fine young horses for from $5 to $25, but they are almost wild, have never been broken even to ride. Cattle are worth more than horses. Mexicans take little stock in mules. I have not seen more than half a dozen since I have been here. I have seen more sheep and goats in one view than a man ould count in a week, were he to do cothing else. Sheep are valuable here for their wool and goats for their flesh md hides. The new foot bridge across the Rio Grande connecting the two Laredos is ompleted and was dedicated on the ith of April. A grand ball and pyro technic display was given on the bridge in honor of the events. These Iexicans honor everything by a grand )all. I was there, but only remained t short while-had to go out with my train. The bridge is a magnificent uffair. The architecture is unsurpassed, mud was built in the remarkable time )f three months. This foot bridge is the only one that connects the United states and Mexico. I am highly pleased with Mexico ind her surroundings, but I like South Carolina better. I am not home sick, but if the fates are not against me I shall start for a visit home about the drst of August. So look out for me. D. C. DICKERT. Eighty-Eight MinIonis not Enough. The Pension bill for the current fiscal year appropriated S80,400,000 for the payment of pensions and $8,000,000 more to meet a threatened deficiency, making the total appropriation $88,400, )00. This whole amount will be ne 3essary to meet the demands of pen sioners, and it may be there will be a :eficieney, but it is said at the Pension Office that there is no truth in the statement that $105,000,000 will be ex pended for pensions during the fiscal year. A. C. Bell, Chief of the Agents' Division of the Pension Office, who is intrusted with the duity of seeing to the expenditure of pension appropriations, says it is true that the $88,400,000 appropriated for pensions has all been drawn from the Treasury, but that more than $16,000,000 of the amount drawn out is in the hands of the eigh teen United States pension agents with which to meet the quarterly payments oif pensions which fall due on June 4. It is thought that this amount will nearly suffice until July 1, when the appropration for the next fiscal year will'become available, though it is said that some of the agents may run out before that time. MIr. Bell says the appropriation for the next fiscal year, $80,400,000, is too small, and that there will be a deficien cy of about $1.5,000,000. General Black, he says, did not ask for enough money to prevent a deficiency, even on the basis of expenditures then existing. The pension roll at the time the appro priation was made was and it still is constantly increasing, so that it is evi dent that if we expend $88,400,000 this year, $80,400,000 for the next year will be wholly inadequate. Kiming Frosts In New York. ROCHESTER, N. Y., MIay 20-Killing frosts are reported in Livingston, Or leans and Mfunroe counties. Grape vines were wilted and all sorts of gar den truck were killed in some parts of Orleans County. The damage wvill be very heavy. ROCHEsTER, N. Y., M1ay 29.-Not in five years has the grape crop of the Kenka Valley been so badly cut up by frosts as it was last night. Over 1.5,000 acres are devoted to grapes in that re gion and the estimated loss is 2.5 per cent. EFFECT OF THE FROST IN NEw YORK. LOCK PORT, N. Y., Mfay 29.-By mid day to-day it was apparent that great damage bad been done by last night's frost in this viciny. Nearly all the young plants are wilted to the ground and the grape vines are frosted nearly six feet from the roots. FROST IN PENNSYLVANIA. LOCKHAVEN, PA., MIay 29.-There were heavy frosts in this section this morning, with the temperature low enough to form ice. The damage to 'ons is not yet knon.n The Eclectic for June. Tht Eclectic for June contains the following varied and interesting table of contents: The Agnostic Controversy. A Sym posium. By Professor T. H. Huxley Cowardly Agnosticism. By WH Mallock-Christianity and the "Geo centric" System. By Professor Edward A. Freeman, D. C. L.-A Knight's Tale. By Alexander Charles Ewald The Cup and the Critic. By H. Arthur Kennedy-Look Seaward, Sentinel! By Alfred Austin-The Personality of Prince Bismarck. By Alexander Innes Shand-The "Position Finder-ExarIii nations in America-The Physical Force of the Mob-Ethics and Religion. An address Delivered before the Ethi cal Society of Cambridge. By Professor 1. R. Seeley-With Father Damien and the Lepers. By Edward Clifford MSeditations of a Western Wanderer. By the Countess of Jersey-Christiani ty and Agnosticism. By Rev. Dr.:. { Wace-Mr. Bright. By R. W. Dale, L.L. D.-A Pickle of Salt. A Tale of the Indian Monopoly. Right and Left -Individualism and Socialism. By = 3rant Allen, and the usual variety of. Foreign Literary Notes, Varieties and Viscellany. Special attention will be directed in -. his number to the discussion on Ag 2osticism, the subject which, more ;han any other, is exciting the interest )f thinking readers to-day. Professor Eluxley, W. H. 'Mallock, Professor E'reeman and Dr. Wace have contriba ;ions on the subject in the current num )er. Published by E. R. Pelton, 25 Bond street, New York. Terms, $5 per year. A Day Laborer Awarded 822,000,000 A special from Tacoma, W. T., says: 'Twenty or thirty years ago Robert ' ,hields, then a comparatively young nan, acquired a homestead on ' anks of the Missouri river on the ses vhere the city of Omaha now stands. After perfecting his title he left for aiifornia with his wife andfamily, Lnd there acquired a considerable Lmount of property. Some twelveyear$ tgo he quarreled with his family, ant eft his California property in the iands of an agent. Shields movedt uget Sound, and has for some yeata " een working as a day laboreri. = Puyallup, eight miles from here. After ie left for California the Omaha Town ihip Company jumped. his claimand = ncluded it in theand it - ommenced suit'agairsahe compan. iteen years ago, and the ease has b n the courts eversince. He has reeelveI Ford that the Supreme Couit of te United States has decided the casse n 2is favor, and that the damages hae. een assessed at $22,000,000. lhieds;. 2as sent his brother, who is a a senator of Nebraska a power- oft.. 2ey, with instructions to go ahea~t ~he enforcement of the judgmnento ained. Shields is a man of fy-gt. r sixty years, and has many fini ;hroughout this country.": !rank Leslie's Popular Monthly forj 1ss9 A story of thrilling interest ta12 ilass of readers, and contribution5o >ur national history that has ever q4 >eared in a magazine, is Colonel Nech trd J. Ilinton's account of "Yoba Brown and his Men, beforeaa'f ej he Raid on Harper's Ferry,"'inth une number of Frank Leslie's ar Monthly, just out. The vaine o4~ ~his notable paper is enhanced by tAir Ilustrations which accompany it, ia 31uding portraits of Owen Brown, Rich ird Realf, and others, together wth' eproductions of the only existing cona uemporaneous pictures of the scenes a2 Earper's Ferry, and Chareston, where John Brown was tried and 3cuted. A dramatic account of the great Parnell-Times Commission, by Richard B. Kimball, LL.D., profusely Ulustrated, is another feature -of thbIs. iumber. Amongst other illustrated? irticles may be specially mentioned Soel Ruthven's "Up and Downth F'amous Saguenay," A. L. Bawson's. "Copts in Old Cairo, Egypt," W. A. Droffut's "Historic Houses in Wasb ngton," and Joel Benton's essay on old chimneys and fire-placs which he fancifully calls "A Pictures' lue Outlaw." Frank'Leslie's Pplr~ Monthly has steadily increased in me is it has fiourished~in prosperity; and its readers now enjoy about double the smount of good reading and picue furnished by any-other monthly magair tine. rhe Xan Who Wants to Pay His Debt& PHILADELPH.~A, May 24.-An advar tisement in a local newspaper to-day calls upon the creditors of Joseph Bat tin, grocer, to present their claims.r Battin failed in 1837 and made a par. tial settlement with his creditors, which left him destitute. He removed r to Albany, invented a coal-breaker en gaged in the gas business, and now, the age of eighty-three years, has tired from business with a forta. Before he dies he wants to pay allhf creditors in full, but after fiftytu years finds a good deal of difcut. finding who they are and what he o them-hence his advertisement. ;' "The women tell me every day. - That all my bloom has passed away But they could no longer chide -y with loss of bloom and beaty3ij made use of the greatretate,. Pierce's Favorite PreserIptu< female weaknesses and d vanish before this excellnt1 Thin, pale andemaciaed find existencebrioi, of their ailmenfa, recourse to this IiS' Druggists. - - C