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THE CORNER STONE
H fubliskrd evert tucusdat morning-
JAMES N. BETHUNE— Editor.
W. S. REYNOLDS,
PUBLISHER.
TERMS:
TWO DOLLARS PE$ ANNUM.
Pottvi),
Evening.
As evaning round hr curtaining*,
Many the thoughts her presenca brings;
For busy memory wanders b.vjjf,
Along Life’s ever changeful track.
’Tis then I think—when all is still,
And nought I hear save the ripfiling rill—
Os Home, that cherished spot of earth,
Where parents watcled my childish mirth.
Os happy days that so* are past,
When weeks an age did seem to laapSt
Os youthful days that knew no care,
When all looked beautiful and fair.
Os friends ao dear, now far away,
With whom so ‘ “‘ ♦v.
In childish sport the hours sped by.
Ere yet the heart-had known a sigh.
Oh ! yes, when all is hushed to rest,
And Luna lingers in the west;
I think of friends who’ve soared away
Unto a world where’s endless day.
Os a toother dear now gone to dwell
Where angel choirs their anthems swell;
A little while lent to us here —
Then taken to a sinless sphere.
Os Heaven—that glorious home above,
Provided by a Father’s love,
Where all—theii toils and troubles o’er—
Will meet again, to part no more.
Mrs. F. G. Snook,
m tsccllnnfoits.
[From the Charleston Mereury.]
VINE CULTURE.
* * * * * *
France may justly claim to be among
the finest and most favored States of Eu
rope ; stilly much of her soil is quite bar
ren, and it is generally in such unpro
ductive districts that 6he cultivates tbe
vine with great success. Most of
Burgundy whose soil is a lose gravel,
that with difficulty will produce a crop
of any kind of grain, still tha same soil
produces one of the best wines in the
world. It is thus that industry and in
. diligence turns to account even the most
sterile portions ot tbe country'. Let us
do likewise. .The people on v lack light
and practical on tse ;
they are blessed with every other requi
site ; if not every where, in a great ma
ny favored portions of our Southern and
HYestern regions.
The lighter, gravelly, sandy, looms,
loose soils, are the best. If poor, it may
be made productive by manuring; but
let the soil be of a light worn nature,
and easily permeated by the roots, and
one that having very little clay, will be
easily drained of ten much moisture. A
hilly country, and tbe south side of such
hills are the best. Avoid eastern expo
sure, all other will do well.
The hill side may he esteemed the
most favorable position ; still the major
ity of vineyards of France, the whole of
Jhose of Bordeaux, are on a plain ; and
because we do not possess hills on our
estate, we must not be deterred from
planting a vineyard on a plain, if it be
well drained and the soil is favorable.
In consequence of what might be call
ed the capricious whims and nature of
the grapevine, no matter the kind, it is
impossible for any vine dresser ro state
beforehand, the result of the culture or
the degree of success that will attend
any one undertaking in any one locality.
Experience alone can determine that
point. No practical vigneron will pre
tend to have any confidence in his fore
fight or experience.
It sometimes happens that the same
kind of vines, in apparently the same
kind of noil, differing only in altitude of
locality, will produce wines of greatly
different value, though the amount of
care and cultivation may be the same.
It is not gi vc n, I repeat, to the skill of
any vigriferuri to fathom the mystery,
and point out a reasonable cause for this
arratic deviation. Still, it is most im
portant to obtain the best kinds of cut
tings with which to plant our vineyards,
ana from a person whose experience in
this country gives him some clue to this
labyrinth.
Yery respectfully,
JOSEPH TOGNO.
The vine culture ought to be one of
the most productive branches of the ag
riculture of ihe Southern and Western
States, and the principal staple of many
of the districts in which it will be found
by far the most profitable department
of agriculture; for, as I have already
■tated, the vine will do well even in a
barren and sterile soil for every other
crop, while it, with proper care,will pro
duce excellent wine, it not abundant vin
tages; but quality is always better than
quantity. AH our attention should be
turned in prodneing high character
wines, and be satisfied with a moderate
vintage. The soil, pruning, and other
cases, hereafter to be treated of, will pro
duce this happy result; for, the more
fruit a grape vine produces, the more
inferior the win© iqade wi{h such grapes
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will prove to be. This i# one ot the rea
sons why Scuppemong las never made
as yet real wine; but it cjball when pru
ned. |
So profitable a crop is the product of
the vine that even in Switzerland, where
the vigneron has to deal with the most
inconstant and capric’iou9 climare and
severe temperature, he considers himself
indemnified for this excessive labor lie
is obliged to bestow on the cultivation
of the vine, owing to this severity and
continual vicissitudes of his climate.—
We complain of ours; but compared to
theirs, ours is a pcrtect paradise. We
have long summers, and can mature our
vintage one month earlier ‘even than
Bor beaux, owing to the greater number
of degrees of F. we have in twenty-four
hours: for it must be remembered, that
to get a good-and Well matured vintage,
we must be able*to* HumbaMf 6,000 deg
F. of accumulative heat, to be counted
from the day the vine iiegins to veget
ate to the day tbe vintage is fit to be
pressed.
In a word, the Swiss VigneroD is in
demnified if he can save his vintage even
every third year; for he has to contend
with the mischief of late frosts that nip
the blossom of tiie vine, and then the
equally dreadful destruction of the fruit
from violent hail storms of the months
of July and August, by which, not only
in Switzerland, but In France, in many
cases the whole crop is totally destroyed;
and still they go on, in both countries
cultivating the vine profitably under all
these unfavorable circumstances, and
vineyards are the most valuable landed
property of those countries.
I mention these facts to show that we
are greatly blessed even in point of cli
mate, if we only select the proper local
ity—which involves latitude, a.t.itucle,
drainage of the soil, its hygroscopicity,
capacity for retaining moisture,the easily
permeated condition ot the soil by the
roots of the vine, and lastly exposure.
I take the Swiss cultivation of the
vine, because it is the worst case we may
compare with our efforts, as it may re
gard the yield of the vineyard.
The Pose of the Cantons contains 33,
333 square feet of our measure; and on
an average it produces 4,000 bottles of
wi.ie. Our lands and climate will pro
duce double that quantity, for the same
surface of land, after the vineyard will
he in a good yield, say the fifth or sixth
year after planting.
It is indispensably necessary, that the
vintage months, august and September,
should be dry. Xl*L puriod is the most
critical moment of ifcpcTTect mafiirity ’
with us. Storms, beating rain and hail
are particularly dangerous; and an arid
soil, under such circumstances, will
prove most favorable to the security ot
the vintage. A dry atmosphere and
cloudless sky are now wanting. It is
now that the sap is mostly converted in
to saccharine juice by the free exhala
tion of its supeifluous watery particules
by the leaves which are the lungs of the
plant. Hence the absurdity of remov
ing them except when dry. In conclu
sion, upon the whole, we have a climate
as propitious as most parts of France,
and more auspicious than that of Swit
zerland.
These are encouraging facts; to prove
them so, il only requires knowledge and
perseverance. “Necessity is the mother
of invention,” arid our people are not
wanting in inventive or modifying geni
us. Cheaper mechanical methods will
be used by them, that will insure cheap
er labor, and advantageous results that
will do away with the objection of high
rate of labor in this country, as a reason
constantly urged against the introduc
tion of the culture of the vine in Amer
ica.
A little reflection cn this subject will
re move many doubts, and satisfy the
planter that his honest and prudent hes
itation have no good reason to rest upon;
and that the measure I have warmly re
commended to their favorable attention,
is fully worthy of their notice and trial.
I fear that these remarks may prove
‘but a cheveril-glove to a wit; bow
quickly the wrong side may be turned
outwards.’
J. TOGNO.
A Word of Advice. —Under this cap
tion, we find the following in the Baton
Rouge Gazette—
Kind readers, it yon ever unfortunate
ly get into the hands of the Doctors,
take our advice, inform them, the very
first perscription they make, that you
have ‘na’ry red’ to procure medicine with,
and our word for it, they will not keep
you long on the sick list. We have just
escaped, ‘more dead than alive,’ from
the rhilistiue’s hands, by adopting a
similar stratagem. We took to bed on a
capital of four bitts. ’On the third day
our nurse presented a bill of six dollars,
in the presence of Esculapius ; now is
the time thought we, to procure our dis
charge, whereupon, in a very emphatic
tone, we made a true statement of finan
ces. It took. The Doctor heartily Md
us good morning, with the consoling as
surance that all we needed was an opatie
to check the secretions.
‘A man cannot help what ‘■ done be
hind his back.’ as the loafer said when
hq was kicked oqt of doors.
COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1 854.
PUTNAM’S MAGAZINE.
We have received the September
number’ of this interesting and well sus
tained Monthly, but the pleasure we
might have felt in the perusal of its con
tents has been very considerably dimin
ished by the character of its first and
leading article. This article, entitled
‘Our Parties and Politics,’ is written, we
imagine, by the same contributor who
furnished the article ‘Our New Presi-,
dent,’ which appeared in Putnam du
ring tile last year, and from which we
published an extract. Then, as now, we
recognised the right of the proprietors
of this magazine to admit a political ar
ticle into their columns ; but the article
which is the leader of the last number,
is not an historical and philosophical re
view of the political parties of this coun
try, as from the title and source we were
led to expect, but £ fierce up
on the pro-slavery party ©Hips' country,
and a reproduction of all the bitter, vin
dictive, and uncharitable tilings which
have been said by northern newspapers
against the South and its few friends at
the North, in connection witli the pas
sage of the Nebraska bill. That bill is
represented as a swindle and a fraud—
its northern supporters are denounced as
having violated the will of their constit
uents, and become the creathres and the
tools of the Slave Power of the Union —
a great deal of rhetoric is expended in
deploring and in cursing the legislation
which has perchance devoted Kansas
and Nebraska*to the blight and. curse of
slavery, and the North is called upon to
unite, as one man, in a crusade against
the Slave Power, under a banner inscri
bed with these devices: Repeal of
the Fugitive Slave Law—-The Restora
tion of the Missouri Compromise —No
more Slave Territories —The, Homestead
for free Men on the Public Lands.’ No
northern fanatical knave wants a plat
form more purely sectional than this —
more aggressive upon the rights and in
terests of the South, more threatening
to the peace and integrity of the Union.
It is indeed the platform upon which all
the worst elements of the North are now
arrying themselves for the contest which
is to test the strength of Slavery and of
trie Union. Such an article we contend
Mr. Putnam had no right to publish in
his Magazine and circulate throughout
the South. It is at last hut the ‘black
vomit’ of the New York Tribune, tlm’
elaborately sugared over and carefully
folded between the blue covers of Put
nam’s monthly. This the of
its Southern readers did not bargain f% j
not swallow it. Mr. Putnam very pro-1
hablv will not agree witli us as to his
right to publish such an article, or the
propriety of its insertion ; but we trust
that his southern subscribers may, and
that they may teach him that as his mag
azine has become the vehicle of section
al passions and prejudices and policy, it
must rely upon the section it favors for
support. — Journal and Messenger, Ma
con, Ga.
We caution our readers against Har
fier’s Maguzino, which is edited and pub
ished by Abolitionists; and which also,
in its August number, had an article
from the editor, ably but insidiously
written, aimed at our institutions, and
in this respect notone one whit behind
the obnoxious article in Putnam’s. It,
too, must and will be cut by our book
sellers. Do not let us pay these fanat
ics for their abuse of us. Our people
would not for a moment scruple to hang
an abolitionist who should come among
ns and preach such doctrines as these
magazines are disseminating in our
midst, and for which we pay a large
sum ot money.
When these monthlies were first star
ted, they promised not to interfere in po
litical matters, and soon gained a very
large patronage in the South They
ha’ e now ‘waxed tat,’ and turn upon
those who helped to build them up.—
Let them at once be dropped—ostraci
sed by every Southern reader— Ado.
and Gazette.
Ashes are a Solvent for Bones.—
Bones are a valuabl.iq*riur* and should
be regularly thrown into a pile ‘ n every
farm. But how, asked the farmer and
gardner, are they to bs dissolved and
used? We will tell you. Bones, if
placed in a pile and covered with wood
ashes, the ashes of fossil coal, leached
ashes, or common sand, and left exposed
to the rain and atmosphere, will soon
crumble into powder. This manure is
worth about as much as guano. Test the
matter for yourselves.— Ohio Farmer.
‘So you are going to qualify the gov
ernor,’ said Mrs. Partington, as she
reached over the railing in the senate
chamber and addressed the member
who sat nearest to her. He answere l.
‘Well.’ said she, with a proud look at
the Bennington drum and gnu. ‘I think
it would have been a good deal better it
you had seen that he was qualified afore
luind.’ There was wisdom equal to four
of Webster’s comprehensive aictionarys
in her look __as ah&_ said this. — Boston
Post.
’Tis said that Women can’t be Know
Nothings, because they know every
thing. jp
SATIRE WELL APPLIED—PRESENTATION
OF PLATE.
The Buffalo “Democracy” gives a fla
ming account, of a Silver Currycomb
presented to William Backstrap, bv the
passengers conveyed in his Omnibus
from the Southern Michigan steamer to
the Plantaganent Hotel. The following
is a sketch of the happy speech of Mr.
Phule on the occasion:
•Mr. Backstrap was seated on the out
er edge of a blue velvet lounge in the
Ladies’ parlor, and held his hat between
his legs in a very modest manner. His
efforts at hiding his whin behind bis an
kles vs sre ingenious and pleasing. The
passengers arose and stood in a circle be
fore him. ‘Mr. William Backstrap’—
‘that’s the ticket, sir !’ said Mr. Back
strap, intelligently closing one of his
eyes. ‘Mr. William Backstrap,’ resu
■med-Mr. Phule, ‘tolr&are we hare?’—
If there arose in Mr. Bjickatrap’s mind a
desire to answer, ‘because we ain’t tliar’
it was soon checked by the orator’s con
tinuing: ‘We are here to honor merit.
Why, Mr. Backstrap, do we honor mer- 1
it? Because it is better to be landed
safely than so he wrecked upon the voy
age. Perils of lamp posts and of oppo
sing hubs, bad pavements and the trai
torous devices of competition encircle
the omnibus passenger and the ark of I
his hopes. You evaded these, William 1
Backstrap, with masterly skill and cour- 1
age. You baffl dan insidious attempts {
or an unprincipled solicitor to decoy us >
to the Universal Dominion, an inferior 1
hotel. You were mighty in the use of
that coercive dialect, which, though
elsewhere deemed profane swearing,the
exigencies of trade and travel have es
tablished upon the docks as an element
of order and aid to justice. Why, Will
iam Backstrap, do we speak of order and
make mention of justice? Because they
beautifully herald the brilliant triumph
of Art, which I carefully cherish in my
back coat pocket, and which, William
Backstrap, I now produce.
‘The currycomb was here taken out,
and Mr. Backstrap in the most affecting
manner immediately hid the better part
, of his countenance behind a red cotton
handkerchief, spiritly ornamented with
the picture of a trotting match. Not
withstanding his emotion, however, he
was enabled to keep his right eye un
covered, with which to give respectful
attention to. slie proceedings. ‘Accept,
William Backstrap, this silver curry
comb, as a slight testimonial of our res
pec and gratitude for the dqyjriion,
com-age and drill ifoahtfori bv you ....
tbe last trip of Hi MV MM
! Southern Michigan to the Plantaganet
House.’ 1
Mr. Backstrap, completely overcome
by his feelings, took the currycomb and
stuffed it into his hat, and with n grace
ful backward motion of his right leg,and 1
a short bow, he gathered up his whip ‘’
and left the room. In the lmll lie relie- j
ved his feelings by drawing his breath ‘
deeply, and then took out the curry- \
comb, and regarded it for awhile with 1
looks of agitation and curiosity. ‘lf this
ere,’ said Mr. Backstrap, up the
6pont* in less than 2.40, tnay I bespav- |
ined.’
*At the Pawn Brokers.’
NATURE THE BEST DOCTOR.
The latent discovery which the old
school of medicine has made, is the fact,
that nature, unassisted, will cure diseas
es even of a violent character. Experi
ments have already been made in sever
al diseases and with results highly satis
factory to all lovers of progress. Dr.
Dietl, the physician of allopathic hospi
tal in Vienna gives eighty-five cases of
pneumonia, treated by blood-letting, of
which 16 died, or 20.4 per cent. One
hundred and six cases treated by tart,
emetic, of which 22 died, or 20.7 per cent.
One hundred and eighty-niue cases he
left to follow the natural course of the
disease, only requiring a low diet and
rest; the result snowed only 14 deaths,
7.4 per cent., revealing the fact so aston
ishing to himself, that the plan which is
still taught as the very best means to be
employed in this disease, is about three
times ‘more fatal than when left in the
hands of nature alone: ‘an amount of
success’ says Prof. Benderson, ‘unap
proached in the published experience of
any other allopathic physician of any
country.’
How great must be the surprise when
the nineteenth century reveals the in
disputable truth—for the facts recorded
admit of no denial—that the experi
ments, observations, and trials of the old
school of medicine, for a period ot not
less than two thousand years, result in
the conclusion that unassisted nature is
by far the better physician,
A. S. Ball.
Diarrhoea.— A day or two ago, a
gentleman mentioned in our office a very
simple remedy for the diarrhoea. It is
simply’ dried peaches. Put a handful in
your pocket and nibble at them occasion
ally. We have tried it since, and so
have a number of our family, and found
them a speedy and perfect cure. We
presume it may be necessary to com
mence with the cure at the early stages
of the complaint.— -Lou. Jour.
THE POWER OF HABIT.
John B. Gough, in a lecture delivered
at Exeter Hall, London, thus illustrates
the power of habit. The report is from
a London paper.
•I remember riding from Buffalo to
the Niagara Falls, and said to a gentle
man,‘what river is that, sir ?’
‘That, he said, is Niagara river.’
‘Well, it is a beautiful stream,’said
I, bright and fair, and glassy; how far off
are the rapids?’
• ‘Only a mile or two,’ was the reply.
‘ls it poißible that only a mile from here
we shall find the water in the turbulence
which it must, show when near the Fall?
‘You will find it so, sir,’ and so I
found it ; and that first sight of Niagara
I shall never forget. Now launch vour
hark on that Niagara river; it is bright,
smooth, beautiful and glassy, jhere is
a ripple (at the prow, the silvery wake
you leave behind adds to your enjoyment.
Down the stream yon glide, oars, ‘
sails and helm in proper trim, and you I
set out on your pleasure excursion ; ‘
suddenly someone cries out from the ■
bank.
•Young men ahoy!’
‘What is it ?’ I
‘The rapids are below i*ou.’
‘Ha! ha! we have hoard of the rapids,
but we are not such fools as get there,
It we go too fast, then we shall up with
the helm and steer to the shore; we will
set the mast in the socket, hoist the sail,
and speed to land. Then on hoys; don’t
be alarmed—there’s no danger.
‘Young men, ahoy there!’
‘What is it?’
‘The rapids are below you!’
Ilal ha! wo will laugh and quaff; all
things delight us. Wlint care we for
the future \ No man ever saw it. Suf
ficient for the day is the evil thereof.—
We will enjoy life while we may ;we
will catch pleasure as it flies. This is
enjoyment; time enough to steer out of
danger when we ar.e sailing swiftly with
the current.’
‘Young men, ahoy 1’
•What is it ?’
‘Beware 1 Beware! The rapids are be
low you!’
Now see the water foaming all around.
See how fast von pass that point.! Up
with the helm ! Now turn ! Pull hard !
—quick, qui -k! pull for vour lives —
pull till the blood starts from the nostrils,
and the veins stand ike wliipcords up
on the brow! Set the mast in theaock
etf hoist the sail! Ah ! ah!—it’s too late!
‘Shrieking, cursing, howling, blasphe
j ining—over they go.’
w- trinuser the vapid* every
| ear through The power 6i <!ril nabtf,
crying all the while, ‘When I find out
it is injuring ine I will give it up.’
In concluding, t e-speaker warned
young men, in very impressive langnage,
that they could not, even by penitence,
amendment, and a long life of religion
and usefulness washout the stain of ear
ly dissipation, nor always banish the ac
cusing spectres that would rise even
in their holiest moments.
Lov* and Suicide. —On the 13th instant,
at Carlisle Barracks, Pa., a soldier named
Thomas Laforce, a German, belonging to the
band of the second infantry, was discovered ly
ing dead in a cornfield, in the immediate vi
cinity of the garrison. From l tte s found on
his person, it was ascertained that he commit
ted suicide from being disappointed in love.—
Here is an extract:
“Seeing a certain lady, and struck by her ex
traordinary beauty, I feel that she could make
me happy—but alas ! she does not love me.
“You will ask, perhaps, who the lady is ?
It i* Miss E F , who makes me mel
ancholy and miserable, and who hurries me on
to death. Ido not blame her. I blame my
self for it.”
The world, and especially the array, can ve
ry well afford to do without ‘he services of
these weak-rninded men who commit suicide
because they have been jilted by a woman.
Irish Wit. —An Dish boy, who was
trying hard to get a place, denied that
he was Irish, T don’t know what yon
mean by’ not being an Irishman,’ said
the gentleman who was about hiring
him, but this I know, you were born in
Ireland;’ ‘Och, your honor, if tha “s
all, fttid the boy, ‘email blame to that.
Suppose yutir old cat should have kittens
in the oven, would they he loaves of
bread !’ The boy got the place.
Always make love at sunset. When
old Sol gets into bed, the affection of
your dignity gets out. There is as close
a connection between the golden skirts
of the sun’s nightgown and a g.rl’s ten
derest rib, as between the canine race
and the sausage interest. Love, twilight,
delaine and satinet, run together as nat
ural as kittens and milk pans.
‘When a stranger treats we with want
of respect,’ said a poor philosopher, ‘I
comfort inyseif with the reflection, that
it is not myself he slights, but, my old and
shabby hat, which to say the
truth, nave no particular claim for ad
miration. So if my hat and coat choose
to fret about it, let them, but it is nothing
to me.’
PsvcH Tree —Plant tansy around the
roots of peach trees. The peach worm
will pot trouble them afterwards.
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NO. 32.
T A FAST STORY.
An Englishman was bragging of the
speed on English Railroads to a Yan
kee traveller seated at his side, in one of
the ears of a ‘fast train’ in England. The 1
engine helj was rang as the ears neared
a station. It suggested to the Yankee*
an opportunity oftakingdown his com
panion a peg or two.
‘W nut's that noise V innocently en
quired the Yankee. ‘We are approaching
a town,’ said the Englishman, ‘they hat e
to commence rigfig about ten miles be
fore they get to/a station, or else the
train would run lfr it before't could be
heard. Wonderfol, isn't it ? I suppose
they liavii't iuveated hells in America
J ut F I
‘Why,yes’ rep/ied the “Yankee, ‘we ve
got bell but can’t use them on our rail
roads. We rurt so tarnal fast, that the
train always keeps ahead of the sound y
no use, Whatever, the sound iwrver r.-aeir- -
! es the vHinge till allerthe train gets by.’
!‘lndeed !’ Reclaimed the Englishman.—
: ‘Fact,’ said the Yankee, ‘had to give up
: beds.” Then we fried steam whistlers,
I hut they wold’nt answer either, I was
on a locrtmotiyp when the whistle was
tried. We were going at a tremendous
rate; hurricanes were no where, and I
had to hold my hair on. We saw a two
horse wagon crossing the track about
five miles ahead, and the engineer let
the whistle screek like a trooper.
It screamed awfully, but it wasn’t no
use- The next thing! knew, I was pick
ing myself out of a pond by the road
side, amid the fragments of the locomo
tive, dead ‘ horses. broken wagon, and
dead engineer lying beside me. Just
then the whistle eatne along, mixed up*
with some frightful oaths that I heard
the engineer use when be first saw the
horses. Poor tellow, he wiv, dead before
his voice got to him. After that we tri
ed ‘lights,’supposing these would travel
faster than sound. We got some so pow
erful that the chickens woke up all along
the road when we entne by, supposing it
to be morning. But the locomotive kept
ahead of it still, and was in darkness,
with the light close on behind it. The
inhabitants petitioned against it; they
could’nt sleep with so mutch light in the
oight time.
Fiirlly, we had to station eletric tele
graphs all along ■ the road, with signal
men to telegraph when the train was in_
‘ighr; und I have heard that some of
the ‘fast trains’ beat the lightning fifteen
minutes over forty miles. But I can’t, say
as that is true. The rest I know to he
so.’— The- Peoples Jmtrnal.
TTre setfr#* ffcasnV orrt*sful*e-du:oii^i
life was in the reckless sarcasm of his
answer to the Prince of Verona, who
asked him how be coiild account for the
fact that in household of princes tho
court fool was in greater favor than the
philosopher. ‘Similarity of mind,’ said
the fierce genius ‘all over tho world it
is the source of friendship.’
A G exile Hint. —‘Why dou’t yon get
married I’said a young lady, the other
day to a bachelor friend. ‘I hu e been
trying for the last ten years to find some
one who would be silly enough to have
me,’ was the reply. ‘I guess yon
haven’t been up our way,’ was the in
sinuating rejoinder.
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A Convincing Proof. —A person who
resided for some time on the coast ot
Africa, was asked if lie thought it possi
ble to civilize the natives. *As a proof
ofthelpossihility of it,’ said he, ‘I have
known some negroes that thought, as lit
tle of &lie or an oath, as a European.’,
A little boy onmorning home from a
certain church svhere he had seen a per
son performing on an organ, said to his
mother—
‘O, mammy, I wish you had. Been at
church to day to see the fun—a man
pumping music out of an old cupboard.’
A man says that the first thing thus
turned his attention to matrimony wan
the neat and skillful manner in which a
S girl handled a broom. He may
e tipie when the manner in which
tjie brosnn is handled will not afford him
so much satisfaction.
‘Jenny, what is mean temperature of
tho summer weather in Ireland?’ asked
a Yankee of an Irish gir! recently.—
‘‘Mane, sir? There’s nothin’ mane, about
Ireland, bad luck to yees, fur a dirty
spalpeeu!’
Dr. Egan, a physician ofChicago. and
also an enthusiastic land speculator, p< r
scribedsome pills for a patient, with di
rections to take‘a quarter down, and the
balance in one, two and three years.’
Why is a young man hugging his
sweetheart like an epicure who permits
his wine to leak aw„y ? Because he is
wasting what he loves. Die author of
this was sent to the penitentiary.
‘Fa, what is punctuation!’ ‘lt’s the art
of putting stops.’ ‘Then I wish yon
w< u dgo down in the cellar, and pune
tua ethe cock of the cidar barrel, as the
cider is running all over the floor 1’