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t Lucky Baby.
a surprise at Sliaw-
niVotlicrday- It was an
■ King happened to be
l llul \ ' she did not intend
hit'the steamboat Jennie
diirli she was traveling,
, , m ,l sunk m the Ohio
passengers were
l 'i , mon ir them some were
: Mrs King had a child on
j] lt . mourned as lost, and
iwShawneetown without her
jioniJl sunk deep in the
i S[, iirNl morning men went
, recover the bodies of the
'after daylight a mattress
•d floating in the cabin,
lill.-d with water nearly to
i as 1
vimination a child, a little
ai-eovered on the mattress,
ally as if nothing un-
leippened.* llis lied was not
l'.„I -mile a good deal from
fU ( -till ,-ustained its living
t : the child was sent to
Vti. where the other passen-
I the evening before. Its
, ru ie an excitement among the
* travelers, for more than one
i J lo-t thildren by the disas-
a toiieliing scene when
recognized the child ns her
! -lie laid mourned as lost lor
ivcntv-fuur hours.
been tossing about on the
, „-n!ers in tiie cabin all night,
= brought to his mother alive in
•• ° ’ staffliction.-—Mis-
A New Weapon.
indicted the other day at
o for murder with a
peculiarly dangerous, and
_ ae mysterious, nature,
sand club, formed by filling
with sand. When this in-
as first brought into use the
were greatly puzzled by
larc-ntly’ from violence, yet
,uld be found on the outside
| biytlv. A burglar was finally
with a sand club in his pos-
.< out of an eel skin stuffed
Being closely questioned,
its use.
victim is struck, for in-
the head, lie drops insensible
dies from congestion of the
the skull suiters no inju-
stroke; and if the person
vrs sensibility, lie gradually
a condition of idiocy,
a man struck in the body
[knocked down by the peculiar
[ the blow, and feel no immedi-
l- from in In a few weeks,
due iiesli will begin to mortify-
The
liu.-Ks.— Rase-oil comes
from the southern slopes
mountains. There are
hundred and fifty places
preparation is carried on, tlie
■rtaiit nf all being Kizanlik.
'■ planted in rows, like
dowers are gathered in
with tin-gn-en ealxy leaves
an- subjected to distillation,
•■-and. pounds of roses yield
dl. As may be expected,
an article is often adultera-
d substance is "rusia' 7 oil,
L r eranium-oil when pro-
K-'ypt. This oil conies from
rras-.
eatent Office Statistics.
.V I lean, solicitors of pat-
i.-u:ngt<iii. 1). we are indebt-
lollowing statistics of the
oiiice.
oi patents issued for the
'2 Aiign-t •->. dul : extensions
■ • designs patented, 9 ; trade-
in-n.-il. 12; re-issues, (i.
ronanal patents, the following
■ lo Southern inventors:
—John A. Walker, Nash-
i press—\\ illiam M. Con-
'11. Ky.
... 'tripper—Robert C. James,
■ K'X.
pessary—Otho JI. Muncaster,
Jon. 1). (/.
holder—George W. Rieh-
koiumbus, Ky.
n iron—Leo Rosenstein,
, °"1 *tder, Memphis, Term.
'! rotton seed planter—John L.
■ iwymond. Miss.
“ ’wmgmacliinc-Gieorge
/“ George H. llaisley, Ilarail-
1 -aw—Joseph Crookes, St. Louis,
af*' 171 ” 1 '* H -
I 1 . Gallagher,
j alidoniinal supporter—John
• H;torsburg, Va.
- mechanism for twist-
• Md drew J. Milstead,
^iumaee—Levi Stevens,
Watson,
pk'[v;r Fl 'O>0i' M.
[ London r - (Are tIT -—A writer
in !■, / lmCi tc ‘hs how they
in c t la ’ an d describes the
nr,-t- me ? arts oF the coun-
u /’ ? r<; hxed in the ground
I'm C , e of palisades ten
,, r 111 dmmeter. Another
I 4e otll m ? <1 H 1 the same way
' half "i ’ , eavui g the space a
-i i between the two. In
asmaUdoorismade
lUal to the space within
the e® 0 '* 1 or a , calf ts tied to
that n \i C ’ * and , the Joor is
tttween p.l St - an i ds across the
and - ii tbe circles - The ti<r er
w i ndhr oun * cl the ° uter Sl
id tlie entrance. He en-
lh e ‘ ® ar °und the space till he
‘to its place*’ ^ ich he Pjwhes
for him m i Th ° s P ace 13 too
at stremip tun i F 0UI1 d or exert
oim.i an d he continues to
morning,
HunhS kllled ' an< l ‘he halt
todl
"WISDOM. JUSTICE AND MODERATION."
VOLUME XXVII.
ROME/ GA,/ WEDNESDAY MORNING. AUGUST 20. 1873.
SERIES--NO. Si
Iiucy,
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to lovo.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from th o eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy coased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference is to me!
—William Wordsworth.
IDA DEL ZON S.
Chapter VII—Continued.
A moment of reflective silence fol
lowed, and then the priest added,
“ But I would not have you dispar
age your own strength. The human
will must he strong in its own purpose
if it may command the aid of the di
vine. An indolent faith in the power
of God will never work out the fulfil
ment of a purpose, however righteous
that purpose may be. You must have
faith in yourself as well—faith in the
strength of your own manhood—the
integrity of your own intentions. This
should be the predicate of all human
endeavors; this, supplemented by faith
in, and a prayer for, the mercyand
power of God, cannot fail of its'pur
pose. 77
“ True, Father, 77 answered McConnell,
" but 1 have fallen so low—have so
wretchedly debased my manhood—am
so pitifully weak and utterly worthless,
that I have no faith in myself.”
“ Nay, nay, my son; you should not
think so. Ii is weak and cowardly to
despair. Put aside all such thoughts,
and gather up new courage. You are
still strong—strong in years and strong
in physical manhood. Be strong now
in manly courage and in manly pur
pose, and the blank of the past few
years may be redeemed, and life again
be a pleasure to yoursel f and a blessing
to your children.” y
' If I could see a. wflv,” doubtingly
whispered McConnell, more to liimself
than to his counsellor.
“ There are a thousand ways open to
you. See the capabilities of our coun
try—as boundless as its native forests!
You have only to choose your path and
it stretches fair before you. Your edu
cation fits you for any walk—for any
work, 77 encouragingly answered the
priest.
“ I hardly know,” doubtfully replied
McConnell; “my education was that
of a gentleman, fitted more for the
adornment of a station than the earning
of a living."
“ Still, you may utilize its accom
plishments. The discipline of thought
—the training of the mind—the con
centration of the energies: these can
be more useful to the man than all the
flowery tinsel can be to the gentleman.
These are the ripe fruits of a perfect
education; the accomplishments that
so prettily adorned your former station
were only its flowers. One need not
estcet- tlie fruit any the less because
of the blow, ipid -rot ha aipr-cd so much ueeU”- from the
bone. Heller, the cele^-feower. 7 -' ----- *
p supposed to have met “ You are very good, Father,” an-
.Voxico from a stroke of severed McConnell,
i weapon.
A devout grace sanctified thehomeiy
fare, and the meal was despatched with.
a wholesome zest.
McConneU’s heart was too full of his
new horn hopes to remain long silent
After supper had been finished, and
Father Chalon’s pipe lit, and the happy
family had gathered under th'g beach
in front of the door, on the grass that
carpeted the ground, he said,
“ You will pardon my eagerness, Fa
ther; but I must know more about this
grateful prospect you have so suddenly
opened before me. Do you think it
really possible that I can get the place ?”
“ Not only possible, but very proba
ble. I have long known, my son, that
you were capable and could be worthy
of better things than the things with
which you were wasting your life away,
and I have ever been on the qui vive for
the opportunity to serve you. M. Du
Conge, the president of the faculty, is a
friend of mine, and he has kindly held
the place open for me. He knows that
I will not abuse his confidence; and all
that remains for you is to promise that
you will not abuse mine.”
“ Could I promise it without pre
sumption?” asked McConnell, with a
choking in his voice.
“ That depends upon tlie strength of
your own moral purpose. I think
that you can safely promise it,” an
swered the priest.
“ Then I shall promise you ! And
the constant presence of your goodness
ever before my eyes will hold me firm
ly to the pledge!” cried McConnell,
bowing his lips to the hand of*the
priest.
“ I shall write immediately . to M.
Du Conge, and tell him that the ar
rangement is made. It will not re
quire that you enter at once upon the.
duties of ; the office. The present ses-;
sion is nearly expired, and you will
now not be wanted before the opening of the'
next. The interim will enable you to
review your courses, and to perfect
your preparations.”
“ Yes, I shall require some time and
preparation,” answered McConnell.
“ No, I would only he just,” replied
the priest, “And now, let me enquire
the extent of your education. I mean,
what particular department of science
or art have you mastered.”
McConnell hung his head for very
shame. The depth to which he had
sunk never before appeared so appall
ing. For a moment he hesitated, and
then he stammered,
I hold the degree of artium magister,
and was once Fellow of Trinity College,
Dublin. But you will not utterly de
spise me for falling so low?” he added,
with an upward look to the face of the
good old man.
“ No, it is not for me to despise any
one,” answered the priest, reaching out
his hand, as if to lift him up from the
dust of his humiliation. “But your
talents are certainly too great to be
wasted longer here. You have more
now to live for—to work for, than ever.”
But what can I do?” asked McCon
nell.
Do ? there are many things you
can do. Engineers are wanted on
every mile from here to New Orleans,
to construct levees. The public do
main needs surveying; swamps are to
be drained; towns are being built, and
require to be surveyed. In that one
branch of engineering alone there are
a hundred places for you. Or should
you desire better—I mean wish to more
completely turn from your present wild
life, there is a place open at Baton
Rouge. A professor is wanted for the
school of English literature and rhet
oric in the university.”
A glance of hope, almost heavenly
in its brightness, lit up the soul of
McConnell. Its brightness dazzled him.
To turn from liis present life—to fill
again a station of honor, of usefulness
—to forget his degraded surroundings
—to see no more forever the miserable
wretches with whom he had so long
consorted—to feel once more the glad
throb of honest manhood; in a word,
to be lifted from the dreary listlessness
of sullen despair up to the buoyant ac
tivity, the strength and gladness of a
new born hope—was a thrill that fired
his blood.
Oh, could it be true ? could all this
be a waking reality, or was it only a
drunken dream ? A drunken dream ?
the bare thought was a terror!
“ Surely you do not mean that such
a position is open to me ?”• he said.
“ The position is open to some one,
and why not to you?” answered the
priest.
' But I have no friends, no patron
age. I could never hope to secure it 1”
gasped McConnell, the very dread of
losing the glad hope unmanning his
courage.
“ The question: do you feel sure of
your capacity to fill the chair?” said
the priest.
“I would confidently engage to do
so,” he answered.
“ Then may I use my endeavors to
secure you the place?”
“ Oh, I could never, never thank you
enough for your goodness!” cried Mc
Connell.
“ Ehbicnl Then that is settled. And
now I see that Kitty has our supper
ready. Let us not keep her waiting.”
“ I fear that Kattie has but little to
tempt your appetite with,” apologeti
cally said McConnell.
“Oh, Kitty always has the best of
cheer. She seasons it with such a sweet
smile, and so much innocent gladness,
that 1 always relish it as a delicious
treat.”
bircB, B and it is not altogether a mis-
tak&that fine clothes help to make the
genStman. Certain it was that the gen
tleman whom Father Chalon introduced
to Major " Delzons as Professor McCon
nell would not have felt nearly so much
at ease in the shabby suit discarded the
day before, as he did in the well brushed
and well.fitted though simple suit he
then. wore.
Major DeizoxA R- ag surprised himself
with the ease and gemie^niy hearing
of his guest, whom he had scorned to
notice Before in the drunken Irish vag
abond that he had known him to be.
And when, after the usual compliment
ary salutations were exchanged, and
the conversation had been, adroitly di
rected by Father Chalon into channels
of dongenial literary interests, his sur
prise gave place to admiration of the
graceful charm of his intellect.
“Is it passible,” he thought, “that
this can be the same man who hid his
worthless life away down in the
swamp ?” And then, as if to identify
him beyond a doubt, he added, after a
slight pause in the conversation,
. “I made the acquaintance of your
'little daughter, Mr. McConnell, a few
days ago, and was charmed with her.”
“ Yes, and I.have to thank yon for
the honor you did me in noticing my
child; and still more for the great
kindness with which you treated her.”
“ She is a sweet little creature, and
has won her way to all our hearts. My
“ In the mean time, my library is at; oyn daughter is enthused with the
your disposal. You may find it service- ,
able.”
“ Thank you, I shall need it.”
“ And more, my son. I am fortm-
nately not without money. My means
are ample, and without any inconven
ience whatever I can advance you such
amounts as you may require to estab
lish yourself at Baton Rouge.”
“Your goodness, Father, absolutely
overwhelms me! You must desist, or
you will beggar my soul with its want
of utterance to thank you for all yqur
goodness.”
“ Nay, it is not altogether a matter
of sentiment, hut one of practical busi
ness. You secure a professorship in
the University; the salary is liberal;
you require an advance for your outfit,
and to provide for your household
until your salary is available. I am
able to supply that advance. It is my
pleasure to do so. It is your interest
and I hope to your pleasure to accept
it. If so it is at your service; and
when you realize upon your salarjq you
cqu2mpajuija,with conventional
ast. There is notmug i_ ihin to over '
whelm a manly gratitude. If you are
unfortunate in needing the money, I
am fortunate in having it to spare. It
is doing me no good lying idle on my
hands. It is to my interest to let it
out; so put aside all undue sense of
gratitude, and take the money when
you need it.”
McConnell was no less grateful for
the delicate sense with which the good
old man sought to relieve his pride,
than he was for the gracious offer of
help itself. With a frank manliness
he said,
“ Thank you, Father. I will gladly
accept your offer—accept the money,
and honestly try to return it with in
terest.”
“ There, that is all I want. And
now we must look after Pat.”
“ I had not forgotten my noble boy,”
answered McConnell; “ and it was the
thought of him and my sweet little
Kattie that so enthused me with hope.
It is for them that I hope to succeed.”
“ I trust that our arrangement for
Kitty will not be altered,” said Father
Chalon.
“No; I could not presume to do
that. It is perhaps well for her that it
is made. I only know that she seems
ten thousand times dearer to me now
than ever before, and it will he a cruel
pain to part from her. But the oppor
tunity for her must not bo lost.”
“ She will be in good hands abroad,
trust me for that,” answered the priest.
• “ Yes, I know; and it is a grateful
opportunity you have given her.”
“And now about Pat,” again sug
gested the priest.
“ Pat can remain with me. His edu
cation must be provided for, and my
position will allow me to attend to
that,” answered McConnell.
“ T'hat will be well; and I venture
that you will soon find reason to be
proud of his, capabilities,” said Father
Chalon.
“ Not prouder of his intellect than of
his brave, manly heart—the heart that
saved his wretched father from his ig
nominious degradation!” cried McCon
nell, reaching his arms out to his son.
“ I am well pleased with your son,”
said the priest. “In your children you
have a rare incentive to action.”
“ It only unmans me to think how
cruelly negligent of their welfare I have
been.”
“ M, bien! let all of that gcr Now
you have turned your back upon the
past, it can do no good to brood over
its waste; only let it warn you in the
future,” replied the priest.
“ Yes, I would not shut it out from
my memory if I could. It must stand
as a Nemesis—lashing me into atone
ment—urging me on to a betterlife.”
“ Still, you must not brood too pain
fully upon it. Hope must not be
weighed down too heavily by remorse.
Hope must be glad, to he strong. For
get as soon as possible your past asso
ciations, and to that end I would have
you remove immediately from tins
a< Yes, Father, to-morrow; let us go
at once,” said Pat.
“Go, where to?” asked the father.
11 Anywhere, only that wo may get
away forever from this wretched place,
answered the hoy. , ,
“ A home could be found on some oi
the plantations,” suggested Father Cha-
10 “ And I can work to pay for it,” added
Pat. , „ —. j.,
“Well we will see to-morrow, said
McConnell; and the prospect grew
gloomy "™ln as the immediate present
seemed so cheerless.
• idea of having her for a companion.”
- iu jq was ver y good in the young lady,
• - _ycrnr daughter, to interest herself in
ithe. fortunes of my little girl. I can
: never sufficiently thank her for her
goodness,” answered McConnell,
iff! t (2b be continued0
The morrow came, and with it more
offers of hqlp. from the good old priest,
who insisted upon McConnell accept
ing a present loan with which to outfit
himself and children with respectable
clothing.
It was wonderful the improvement
made in toe appearance of that tall
handqome man and his frouzle headed
boy by the tailor and toe barber. Not
one jof McConnell’s quandam cronies
would! have known him, as after the
change-had been completed he walked
with the priest to the chateau to be
ted and pay his respects to Major
“Fine feathers make fine
Cottou Tricks of the “Bears.”
The tone of the New York Financial
• Chronicle on cotton has lately been toe
subject of much comment among
Southern cotton men, and the arrange
ment of its figures and the inference
drawn in reference to the growth of
cotton, has produced toe impressjon
among many that is heavily engaged
in the “ bear” interest. However this
may be, toe position of that journal on
the cotton question is attracting much
attention. The Mobile Register and
New Orleans Picayune have articles on
the subject. The Register says:
We published in our issue of the
25to instant an article from the New
York Chronicle on “Excessive Cotton
nlo. Koc Vi ■
verely criticised by intelligent cotton
merchants here, and the New Orleans
Picayune “comes back” at it with much
force and argument in its issue of the
25th instant
Before proceeding with the Picayune’s
comments we would say that we have
had many and loud complaints of un
fairness on the part of the Chronicle for
the past few months. _ Its course has
been such as to raise in the minds of
Southern cotton merchants and planters
a suspicion of “Beat” influence.
We hope the suspicion is incorrect,
for that journal being the authority on
cotton, should be just, honest and fear
less, and should be careful always to
steer clear of either interest, “ bear” or
“bull,” else its usefulness will be de
stroyed, and the large circulation it
now has in the South will be greatly
curtailed.
The Southern planter, even with the
aid of his factor, may be powerless to
control the product of his hand, but
neither will give support to a paper
which persists in using its influence
for a reduction of prices. It has been
a wonder to us that a lot of New York
sharpers have been so long allowed to
control the great staple of our country,
and to fix from day to day its value
throughout the South, not based on
actual transactions, but by a system of
manipulation carried on by a few
dummies, the tools of the “ bulls” and
“bears,” who sit in their offices and
devise plans for beating their adversa
ries.
The course of the New York cotton
market for many months past has been
simply farcical and ridiculous ; it re
quires but a rumor of rain beyond the
Rocky Mountains, or a heavy breeze off
Halifax, a little too much sun at the
South, or the poisoning of a few worms,
to affect this over-sensitive market, and
up or down, as the case may be, goes
future contracts, while cotton is ig
nored. .....
Cotton- still being king, ’tis high time
the scat of this authority be removed to
his own dominion. We second the sug
gestion of tlie Picayune to the Cotton
Exchange.
In yesterday’s issue we published
extracts from an elaborate article on ex
cessive cotton planting, from the New
York Chronicle. The whole tenor of this
article is so thoroughly in the interest of
toe “bear” element that a cautious reader
will readily discover that the artistic and
massive collection of statistics, and the
clever pieces of advice interspersed here
and there, are invented solely to prove
assumed positions.
The Chronicle has become notoriously
unfair in its cotton crop estimates, ana
uniformly the advocate of the “bear”
interest. The article to which we refer
is so glaringly incorrect, and calculated
to create such erroneous opinions, that
we cannot permit it to pass in silence.
Our contemporary begins with toe fol
lowing table of area planted in cotton,
and the yield in pounds and per acre
Acres Crop, Lbs.pr
Besson. Planted. Pounds net Acre.
1857- 58-6,000,000 1,439,000,000 240
1858- 59-6,550,000 1,796,000,000 274
1859- 60—7,100,000 2,310,000,000 325
1860- 61-7,000,000 1,836,000,000 262
Average, 6,662,500 1,845,000,000 277
1867-70—7,933,500 1,368,000,000 173
1870- 71—8,885,000 1,965,000,000 216
1871- 72-7,745,000 1,309,000,000 169
1872- 73—8,694,000 1,708,000,000 196
Average, 8,315,250 1,672,000,000 190
It is pretended that this table is
made up from reliable resources. Now
it is well known that not even- any-!'
thing approaching a fair estimate ’of
toe area planted has ewer been made
except during toe last four years. The
agricultural bureau since toe war has
made rough guesses. There is no data
whatever to make even an approxi
mate estimate of toe number of acres
in cotton any year before toe war. The
bare statement, jtoat 7,160,000 acres
were planted in'1859 ’60, and 9,843,723
acres toe present year, carries falsehood
on its face.. Such an assumption is
wholly unwarranted, and would never
have been made, except to draw toe
conclusion that with a yield equal to
ante belluin .times toe crop this year
might reach fabulous figures. There
is not toe least doubt but that instead
of any increase in the area planted in
cotton, compared with I860, there is
now twenty-fiye per cent less land un
der cultivation than at that date. This
we can show from the census if toe
Chronicle desires it
Our ingenious contemporary gives an
air of probability to toe assertion of
the great yield Before toe war by stating
tnai at '-'^■aejertalizers were largely
used, and also improved cgntuUuJ
implements. The reverse is the case.
The South never in her history spent
so much money for fertilizers, or used
these more to advantage, than of late
years, and, toe expenditure of cotton
planters for improved agricultural im
plements "since' 1866 have been more
than double what they were before the
war.
Corning down to the Chronicle’s esti
mate of what the crop may he and dis
carding toe absurd possibility so crafti
ly introduced, based upon an assumed
and ridiculous estimate (the 7,287,005
bales exaggeration) we find that, after
all, its own assumptions do not warrant
such figures as are set down as conser
vative. The average product per acre
for four years past has been one hun
dred and ninety pounds. The planting
this season at this average would pro
duce 4 ; 260,000 bales.
The bureau report states that 11 per
cent -jif this has already been lost,
which would reduce the estimate to
3,792,000 bales. This loss is in actual
acreage abandoned, and toe same unfa
vorable circuumstanccs which caused
this loss also greatly injured the plants
on toe land not abandoned. This fact
in addition to backwardness of the crop
from very late planting, certainly does
not warrant toe expectation of a yield
over toe average for toe past for years,
with, an ordinaiy picking season, leav
ing - out all consideration of toe damage
that may be inflicted by worms, which
are already so numerous and threaten
ing. ‘ ,
AVe shall postpone for toe present the
consideration of toe terrible prospect
fortoecotton grower, which the Chronicle
presents in its argument, to show that
at all events the supply of cotton this
year will be largely in excess of any
possible demand. We may remark,
however, that it is certainly toe duty of
our Cotton Exchange to take steps to
obtain a statement of toe cotton crop of
the United States on the first of Septem-
h&r Thfi,statement of a journal which
is so unfair in m> ^oatment of toe cot
ton producing interest—-t*. wholly given
up to misrepresentation and faismaQtipn
—should not he considered as authority
on a subject of such interest to our
people. Mr. Hester, Secretary of the
Exchange, is in the North, and can
easily secure the necessany information
for such a statement, if instructed to
that effect
Santanta and Big Tree.
A correspondent of toe Houston
(Texas) Mercury thus describes the two
Indian chiefs who are serving out a
term in the Texas Penitentiary:
Santanta is about fifty-three years of
age, above the average height, and com
pactly built His face wears a tooughtr
ful rather than a treacherous look, and
his large, keen eye has nothing of the
devilish in it except when angered;
then it flashes and burns into yours like
a living coal.
Big Tree/who is only a sort of second
lieutenant to Santanta, and has. no in
fluence with the tribes, is a thick set,
wiry, treacherous-looking savage, in
whose coal-black eye gleams toe desire
to do deeds that chill the blood to think
of. Strange to say, he is most industri
ous of toe two, and has actually learned
the art of putting a cane bottom in a
chair.
Santanta sits during toe day in a dif
ferent shop, and chews tobacco, of
which he is a passionate lover. At
night they both occupy toe same cell,
No. 3, in the east building. They are
cleanly in person and .habits only by
the usual prison coercion, and they are
industrious by the same process. Big
Tree, according to this rule, works all
toe time.
He is employed in a shop in the thud
story, and it is curious to see him look
ing out of the window every now and
then; curious to watch the emotions of
his heart, readable in his face, as he
peers into toe woodland bordering toe
town.
As a general thing these Indians are
on good terms with those working and
living with them, and although they
have not settled down in toe habits of
the white man, they have learned some
of his ways.
Big Tree will do things on toe sly,
but Santanta does all he does do open
and above board, and when reprimand
ed plays ignorance, and, of course, es
capes. He often scolds BigTree in rig
orous Kiowa, and sometimes he whips
him in real earnest
The Indian nation gives Big Tree no
chance to fight hack, and he takes it
mutely. They are both in good health,
though Santanta is less toe robust In
dian he was when first incarcerated.
The Catholic papers discredit toe
story which comes by cable that toe
Pope is about to create Archbishop
Manning and two American prelates
Cardinals. _
It pays to “mix colors with brains.”,
Two frescoes by Raphael, carefullv re
moved from the walls of an.IfjBari
monastery, were recently sold in xaris
for 347,300. _
Mrs. Clive, author of toe very popu
lar novels entitled “ Paul Ferrell’’and
“ AVhy Paul Ferroll Killed His Wife,”
was fatally burned at her home , in
AVhitfidd, England, by her dress taking
fire from a spark.
Gen. Toe Shelby, of Confederate fame,
is playing toe rote ’ of Cincinnatus on a
six hundred acre farm in Missouri.
By tie Sharp at the River.
Through tbe gray willows the bleak winds are
HerTratfi shore, with iu driftwood and
•ands;
Over the river the lilies are growing;
Bathed in the sunshine of orient lands;
Over the river, the wide, dark river,
Spring time and Summer are blooming for-
Here, all alone on the rockr, I am sitting,
Sitting and waiting—my comrades all gone—
Shadows of mystery drearily flitting
Over the surf with its sorrowful moan,
•Over the river, tbe strange, cold river, i .
Ah! must I wait for the Boatman forever? * r
Wife and children and friends were aronnd mo,
Labor and rest were as wings to my soul;
Honor and love were the laurels that crowned
Little I recked how tbe dark waters roll.
But the deep ri rer, the gray, misty river,
All that I lived for has taken forever.
Silently came a black boat o*er the billows;
Stealthily grated the keel on the sand;
Bustling footsteps were heard through the wil
lows ;
There the dark Boatman stood, waring his
baud;
Whispering,I come o’er the shadowy river;
She who is dearest must leave thee forever.”
%
Sons that were brightest and skies were
bluest,
Darkened and paled in the message he bore,
y—r nmnaa nraaen, are acn* r : - j
Following that beckoning hand to the si ore,
Down to the river, the cold, grim river,
Over whose waters they vanished forever.
Yet not in visions of grief have I wandered;
Still have I toiled, though my ardors hare
flown ;
Labor is manhood, and life is bat squandered,'
Dreaming vauge dreams of the future alone.
Yet from the tides of the mystical river
Voices of spirits are whispering ever.
Lonely and old, in the dusk I am waiting
Till the dark Boatman, with soft, muffled oar,
Glides o’er the waves, and I hear the keel grat>
ing. #
8ee the dim, beckon iiig hand on the shore
Waiting me over the welcoming river
To gardens and home3 that shine forever.
“She Works for a Uvlng,”
Commend ns to the girl of whom it
is sneeringly said, “she worts for a
living.” In her we are sure to find
elements of a true woman—areal lady.
True we are not prepared to see minc
ing step, a haughty lip, a fashionable
dress, or her splendid string of nonsense
about balls and young men, or the new
and next party.
But we are prepared to hear the
sound words of common sense, lan
guage becoming a woman; a neat dress,
a mild brow and witness that would
not disgrace an angel. You who are
looking for wives and companions, turn
from toe fashionable, haughty girls, and
select one of those who work for a liv
ing, and never—our words for it—will
regret your choice.
You want a substantial friend and
not a help eat—a counsellor and not a
simpleton. You may not be able to
carry a piano into your house, but you
can buy a sewing machine, or a set of
knitting needles. If you cannot pur
chase every new novel, you may .be
able to take some valuable newpaper.
Be careful, then, when you look for
companions, and when you choose.
■AVe know many a foolish man who in
stead of selecting an industrious and
prudent woman for a wife, took one of
the fashionable stock, and is now re
penting his folly in dust and ashes.
He ran into a fire with his eyes wide
open, and who hut himself is to blame
for it?
The time was when the ladies visit-
-long took their work with them.
This is wn» had such excellent
mothers. How singular would a gay
woman look in a fashionable uiroie
darning her father’s stockings? AAfould
not her companions sneer at her ? And
yet such a woman would be a prize to
sombody.
Blessed is the 'man who chooses for
wife one from the dispised girls “who
work for a living!”—N. J. Mechanic.
The American Tiger.
The cougar, or American tiger, which
is not unfrequently killed in toe South
west and Texas, seldom measures more
than six feet in length; and fortunate
ly—for they are very destrnctive—they
are but seldom seen in any inhabited
part of our continent; but we notice
that one was recently slain in Califor
nia which measured nine feet, in eluding
the tail, which is about one-third of the
whole.
Their habits are exceedingly solitary,
and they never approach toe residences
of human beings except when impelled
by hunger—preferring the most retired
passes in the mountains and the deeper
gloom of toe swamps.
Hunting only fof game in toe night,
and possessing, as .we have already
stated, an extraordinary power of con
cealment, they are strangers everywhere,
and their appearance throws neighbor
hoods into excitement, for toe mystery
attending their movements ever exag
gerates the idea of their power to injure
and destroy.
Tlie cougar reaches the top of a tree
with almost toe ease of a bird—depend
ing upon his claws to retain the mo
mentum in his favor gained by his first
spring. Selecting the lower limb of
some gigantic tree that overhangs a
watering place, or a “ salt lick,” if one
be in the neighborhood, belies extended
along his perch, looking—upon the
most critical examination of a specta
tor—more like a line of dried moss, or
an excrescence on toe bark, than a
bloodthirsty beast of prey.
Here he keeps his vigil—his eyes alone
are moving; but even their fires are
partially quenched from observation by
silken lashes, which, like toe lantern of
toe thief, darken toe light forest that it
may not betray.
Most of the animals drink at night, and
at particular pla&s; thus finally the deer,
the elk, or even the lordly buffalo appears,
and ere it has slaked its thirst, the cougar
has dropped from his nestling-place and
descended as quietly as a dried-leaf upon
toe neck of his victim.
But now all is changed —toe cougar
instantly becomes the active fiend—his
claws and teeth sink into toe quivering
flesh, and away flies the fated victim'wito
toe speed of an arrow. It rushes against
the tranks of trees, or scorns through hos
pitable canebrake to brush off the destroy
er—the cougar has fastened himself with
toe tenacity- of death, and even as toe
wild race continues, drinks up the warm
and throbbing blood.
Iafe, tenacious as it is among the rnmi-
nants of toe forest, is soon sapped by toe
remorseless appetite of toe destroyer; and
as soon as toe victim foils and expires, toe
iugar stealthily extends himself along
toe body, suspiciously glances aronnd, as
if chi - -
then
‘Excited new, rather than appeased,
he rushes back to his eyrie, resumes
his Watching, and darts down again
upon some helpless animal, accompa-
j a dispute for toe prize, and
3 for the moment his insatiable
nying : his act with .tenfold ferocity—
blood rather increasing than appeasing
his Inst Thus passes toe night, until
the butcher is literally covered with
gore.
The first streak of toe morning sun
that illumes toe horizon sends him to
his hiding place. AVito the stealthy,
cowardly step of toe midnight assassin
and murderer, he seeks obscurity, and
calms his passions by cleansing his
soiled coat of every stain and at the
close of toe labor sinks into disturbed
sleep, to resume his work again when the
darkness of night rests upon the earth.
There are times, however, when a de
stroyer more terrible than toe cougar
himself is on his path. The hunter
has brought toe well trained dog3 to
assist him on toe scent, and already the
deep bay of the excited hound is yelp
ing forth the desire for blood. The
wild beast—a short time before so re
lentless, so powerful, and in his domain
so apparently omnipotent—feels that
his doom is sealed.
Strange as it may be, he has an in
stinctive dread; toe lord of the creation
is upon him: toe breath of powder un
nerves his muscles of iron, and toe
COUgttr flioo—Hioo *wx±L_ovxm more ioxxcxr
than the helpless deer that has suffered
in his grasp. As a last resort he
mounts a tree; the Unerring scent of
toe dogs shames the sight in its knowl
edge, and betrays toe "presence of the
now immolated destroyer.
The sharp ring of toe rifle is followed
by the body of the lifeless cougar com
ing helpless to toe ground: for, wito all
his powers, he yields to toe fiat which
gave man dominion over every living
thing that moveth upon toe face of toe
earth.
The Growth, Habits and Decrease of Dob-
stem.
The Boston Globe says:
Among the many prominent enter
prises in this city there are few of which
so little is known, and which are more
interesting than the lobster business.
There are six firms engaged in this
trade, wito a combined capital of over
3200,000,. requiring 19 vessels and a
large number of boats, giving employ
ment to over 500 men. There, are
3,000,000 lobsters boiled in toe city
each year, and one-half of this number
ore consumed in Boston and vicinity,
and toe balance find a ready market
in New York, Bufialo, Chicago, and
other inland cities and towns.
One of toe pioneer firms in this
business is that of Johnson & Young,
toe senior partner, Mr. Francis John
son, having been engaged therein for
nearly forty, years, the last twenty-
seven of which he has been located on
AVarren Bridge.
His six sons are also engaged in this
business, and to this family is due the
credit, in a great measure, of toe pres
ent advanced state of this important
branch of trade. This firm boils not
fir. from ten thousand lobsters a day,
which is equal to ten tons. ■
• All lobsters suitable for boiling are
caught from Cape Cod to Cape 'Sable,
while those caught south of Cape Cod
are of no value. AVito the present ap
pliances,-skill, and knowledge of the
habits of these “fish,” only two-tKirtls
the amount of‘former years are now
caught, so toe constant drains by pack
ers east of Portland has fearfully re
duced toe supply.
It is thought that unless toe Govem-
nient protects toe growth of lobsters,
in a veijr fow years the scarcity will be
so great that as an article of diet- lob
sters wiU be no more, as the price will
be too high for consumption. The only
protection which can be given the
growth of the lobster is that all small
ones he left to mature on the grounds
from which they are caught; also, that
the female lobster be protected during
toe spawning, season.
Each female lobster carries from
2,000 to 4,000 eggs, which mature in
from two to three years. All lobsters
come to toe shore to shed their shell
about once a year, but this depends in
great measure upon its growth, as it is
discovered that toe shell is not shed
unless the lobster is growing.
The growth of lobsters, with good
feeding grounds, is about one pound a
year, and the most desirable size is
from two to three pounds. Lobsters
weighing nearly thirty pounds have
been brought to this market, but not
for several years.
The old notion that these pal
ate tempting “fish” should not be
eaten during the months of May, June,
July and August, toe months which
do not contain toe letter “ R” in their
names, is fast passing away, as there is
a steady increase of consumption du
ring these months.
Many plans have been tried by
parties in Maine and Massachusetts for
toe propagation and raising of lobsters,
but in no case have toe results been
satisfactory. The nature of these ani
mals requires space and variety of food,
wito an even temperature and a large
supply of water.
It is known that lobsters have travel
ed twenty miles in ten days. Their
food consists of clams, muscles and
periwinkles, and whenever lobsters
have been confined, it has been discov
ered that they lose in weight
There will be not far from 8,000,000
cans of lobsters packed by Boston and
Portland packing houses this season,
all of which find a ready market in all
parts of toe world.
This great demand is what is threaten
ing to deprive ns of what Nature has so
bountifully supplied us, and unless New
Englanders awake to the importance of
preserving the supply, this drain will
prove detrimental to this interest
nog-Ralalnc in Florida.
There is a shabby old rogue below
who feeds on-toe wild hogs nis neigh
bors turn on range. One said,
“ See here, P , I have a fine lot
of stock hogs and some of toe common
breed. AVUl you make toe bargain
with me you did wito Blank last year,
not to touch the good ? He found yon
slaughtering one and let you off if you
would do so no more.”
“Ah! neighbor,” said toe sly old
cracker, “ that were the wust trade I
ever made, an’ pork is riz—you know
it are riz.”
“Well, well; just keep to toe wild,
common shoats is all I ask,” said toe
other. “You will do that?” ■
“ I’d like to obleege ye, neighbor,”
said toe old man, “but I couldn’t Tru
ly, in jestice to my family, I couldn’t.”
Then as toe other rode off angrily and
neighbor,^ar; I mout ’gree to he^a
doing of hit ef you sail ’em?’—Some and
School.
Various News Paragraphs.
The ex-Empress Eugenie is to Bpend
toe autumn months at Braemar, Scot
land, at toe advice of her physicians.
A female attorney argued an impor
tant case in court in AVashington last
week in toe presence of a large crowd.
A woman in Haverhill, Mass., poured
kerosene oil upon a cow thnt.-.was tres
passing upon her premises, and then
set her on fire.
At an Oregon baby-show a disap
pointed mother, snapped a revolver
under one of toe judges 1 nose, and her
husband is after toe other one.
The shoddy Saratoga feminity have
taken to gdld and Silver trimmings for
their dresses, gold cord and gilt buckles
iand helmet hats.
Literaty gent (at Saratoga, to Shoddy
Miss)—Have you read Shakespeare?
Shoddy Miss—Of course I have. 1
read toe hull of them when they fust
come out
An ungallant theatrical statistician
reports that Maggie Mitchell is 39,
Lotta 29, Mrs. Neilsson 33, Agnes Ethel
31, Mrs. Bowers 40, and Madame Jan-
auschek 40.
Miss Maggie Elphick, the Greenwich
(Ct.) oysterman’s daughter, who so
bravely saved young Lewis from drown
ing, has received a heavy gold chain
and locket from the boy’s grateful
father.
“ Bill Sheppard,” a gentleman with
one eye, no conscience and a- full com
plement oflight.fingers, who was leader
of the gang that robbed the bank of
Russellville, Ky., in broad daylight, is
believed; to have been the captain of
the Iowa railroad wreckers.
At the recent Caledonia Club games
at Scranton, Pa., one feature was a fat
woman’s race for a new bonnet. The
Inanest contestant weighed 180, and toe
three others weighed, respectively, 200,
242 and 251 pounds.
The Graphic has begun the publica
tion of one of Paul de Musset’s stories,
entitled “ The AATiite Blackbird,” trans
lated bv Miss Ida Greeley. Miss Greeley
is also* engaged upon a story for the
Graphic, which will soon appear.
The coroner’s inquest over toe body
of Rafferty, toe railroad engineer who
was shot dead by toe Iowa robbers:
“ AVe further find that said John Raffer
ty refused to abandon his train when
apprised of danger, and died manfully
at his post”
Father Chinique, of St Annie, Illi
nois, the widely-known secessionist
from the Catholic church, has lately
been stoned in the streets of Antago-
nish, Nova Scotia, by a Catholic mob.
He had delivered a lecture in that town
very distasteful to the Catholic friends.
Rev. H. H. Murray, pastor of Park
street church, Boston, says that toe ma
jority of toe professional and business
men of New England are non-profess
ors, and connected wito none of toe
many local churches; and not only is
this true touching toe middle-aged, but
it is equally true of toe young men.
Painless Death*
Chief-Justice Chase, says the Boston
Traveler, was fortunate in death as he
had been in life. The immediate cause
of his death was rupture of toe cere
bral artery, whence followed a rush of
blood to toe brain; and as the rupture
took place when he was asleep, he never
knew pain, passing calmly away.
Mere dying; it is probable, never is
painful, but toe circumstances that
attend death sometimes are veiy pain
ful, yet men suffer as much in cases
from which they recover as they do in
those that terminate fatally. A strictly
natural death would make no more
impression on a man than was made
on him ' by his birth. Nature is not
such a brunderefas fomake toe inevi
table a source of pain that can do no
good.
AATiat is disagreeable in dying is the
result of violation of nature’s laws.
To die is simply to sleep, death being
the rounding of life as Shakespeare
says. To the properly constituted mind,
death is no more horrible than is sleep,
but then the properly constituted has
not yet been found.
Even those who die calmly or gladly,
do so because they have found life a
Gordian knot, which can be cut only
by the dart of death, and not because
they have philosophically convinced
themselves that it is a matter of no
moment.
Be a man the most confirmed of
believers, or the most confirmed of un
believers, he must have some doubt—
and where there is no doubt, he it over
so small, there must be fear. So when
one departs in his sleep he avoids the
last perplexity, that which awaits on
the death-bed of toe Christian as well
as on the death-bed of the philosopher
—which was felt by Adam, and which
will be felt by the last of Adam’s de
scendants.
Human egotism has not yet reached
to that point in which death can be
a matter of absolute indifference, and
probably it will never reach it.
AVo now understand that theN. P. R.
R. Terminus Commissioners—appoint
ed to select a terminus for the main
line' of the Northern Pacific R. R. on
Puget Sound, have, after a very careful
examination of various harbors on the
Sound, and after having given full
hearings to all parties interested, and
naturally considering all -propositions
for, and by different localities, some of
which have been exceedingly liberal,
have finally selected a point on the south
side of Commencement Ray, in township
21, range 3, east of AVilliamette
meridian, for that terminus.
In this we think the Commissioners
have acted wisely, as the harbor select
ed cannot be excelled for salubrity of
climate, extent, safety and ease of access
both by sea and by land, by any har
bor in the world. Persons interested
in particular locations may blame the
Commissioners, but the commercial
world will unhesitatingly approve.
By reference to a map of the country,
it will be seen toe location selected is at
the head of deep water on Commence
ment Bay, south of toe present town of
Tacoma, and combines more advantages
for a great commercial city, destined to
represent and become a great emporium
of trade, beyond any other mart on the
Pacific coast, and we sincerely feel as
sured is to become toe second city of
the New AVorld!
As an earnest of the faith reposed in
the location, we hear that material for
a, 825,000 printing office is being pre
pared to be shipped at once to—Tacoma
including newspaper, job printing and
bookbinaery.—Kalama Beacon.
The Rochester Union says:
While in Congress Hall, Commodore
.Vanderbilt stepped to toe cigar stand
and directed toe young man in atten
dance to hand him a fifty-cent cigar,
after which he directed that cigars only
costing twenty cents.each be given to tlie
others in his party, adding that such
were good enough for them.
Those who witnessed toe transaction
say that there was nothing in his man
ner that indicated that toe Commodore
was anything else but in earnest.