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THIS FAFXR IS ON FILE WITH Rowell & /^hesman . Advertising Agents, THIRD & CHESTNUT STS., ST. LOUIS, MO. €ltoow §usutessi Cavils. ATTORNEY A T LAW, ELBERTON, GA. practice in the Northern Circuit. Special attention given to the collection ot claims. J. A. WREN, PHOTOGRAPHIC ARTIST, II&s located fora short time at DR. EDMUNDS’ GALLERY, ELBERTON. GA. XXJ HERE he is prepaied to execute every class VV of work in his line to the satisfac tion of all who bestow their patronage. Confi dent of his ability to please, he cordially iuvites a test of his skill, with the guarantee that if he does act pass a critical inspection it need not be taken. mch24.tf. MAKES A SPECIALTY OF Copying & Enlarging Old Pictures J. M. BARFIELD, Fashionable Tailor, Up-Stairs, over Swift & Arnold’s Store, ELDER TON, GEORGIA. BOOTS t< SHOES. rpilE UNDERSIGNED RESPECTFULLY AN JL nounocs to the people of Elberton and surrounding country that he has opened a first class Boot and Shoe SHOP IN EI.BERTON Where he is prepared to make any style of Root or Shoe desired, at short notice and with prompt ness. REPAIRING NEATLY EXECUTED. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. a,i.29~tf Ci. W. (aKRIXfIT. LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES. J. F. ATJLD, ELCEKTOAI, GEORGIA. BEST WORKMEN! REST WORK! LOWEST PRICES! Good Buggies, warranted, - C 125 to $l6O Common Buggies - SIOO. R!•]PAIRTNO ANI) 15 LACKSMITII! NO. Work done in this linq in the very best style. The Best Harness My 2 2-1 y iMilsjwm 3?. J. SHANNON, Saddler & Harness Maker Is fully prepared to manufacture HARNESS, tmmtvi vq LRIDLLS, gADRLES, At the shortest notice, in the best manner, anti on reasonable terms. • Sliop at John S. Brown's Old Stand. ORDERS SOLICITED. H. K. GASRDRJEfS,! ELBEKTON, GA„ D KALE It IN in MUifICIEIi, . HARDWARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &o* J. Z. LITTLE, MAKER AMD "wir X> E RT Alt E R Will jfive close attention to repairing Furniture. Orders in Undertaking filled with dispatch. Shop at Lehr’s old stand HENRY D. SCHMIDT, -DRAPER&TAILOR Hse a select stock of goods for Spring and Summer wear, and a full line of samples from which selections may be made. Satisfaction guaranteed in every case. Thankful for past patronage, he cordially so licits a continuance of the same. apl4,6t T. M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD SWIFT & ARNOLD, (Successors to T. M. Swift.) dealers in GOODS, groceries, crockery, boots and SHOES, HARDWARE, &c., Publie Square, IJt.BERTO!¥ GA* THE GAZETTE. USTew Series. DYING ABOVE THE CLOUDS. The Terrible Pate of Daring French .ZEro nauts. Mr. Gaston Tiesandier, in a letter to the President of the iErial Navigation Society, thus describes the voyage in which the experienced aeronauts, Capt. Sivel and Mr. Croce-Spinelli lost their lives. One of their objects was to try experiments of the effect upon human lungs of an extremely high atmosphere. M. Croce-Spinelli also proposed to con tinue those spectroscopic obsex-vations by which he has already proved that no watery vapors exist in the sun's atmos phere. M. Tissandier was to analyze the upper air, while Capt. Sivel attended to the balloon : Ciron (Indre). April 16. —Monsieur : A telegram, sent officially, will have in formed you of the sad misfortune which has befallen us. Sivel and Croce Spin elli are no more. They succumbed to asphyxia in the high regions of the air to which we have ascended I will ro late to you what I know of this sad dra ma, for during two consecutive hours I was in a state of complete unconscious ness. UCro. The ascension from the gas works at La Viilette was accomplished favora bly. At one in the af't< rnoon we were already at more than 5,000 yards of alti tude (pressure 400) Wo had passed air into the potassium tubes, felt our pulses, measured the interior tempera ture of the balloon, which was more than 20C(68Fahr.) while the exterior air was less that SC. (41 Fahr.) Sivel had trimmed the car ; Croce had used his spectroscope, and we were all in high spirits. Sivel threw out ballast and we ascend ed, breaching oxygen; which produced an excellent effect. At one hour and twenty minutes the barometer marked 320 mm.; we were over 7,000 yards high, and the tempera ture was less than 10 C. (59 Fahr.) My companions were pale ; I felt weak, but I inhaled a little of the gas, which some what revived me. We still ascended Sivel turned toward me and said: “We have a large quantity of ballast; shall I throw some out?’ I replied: “£>o as you please.” He put the same question to our friend who nodded energetically iu tuken of approval. We had five sacks with us, each weighing twenty five kilos, and at least four more were hung out side the car. Sivel took his knife |and successfully cut three cords. The bags were empti ed, and we mounted rapidly. All at once I found myself so feeble that I could not oven turn my head to look at my com panions, who, I believe, were seated I desired to obtain the oxygen tube, but could not lift my arm, but my mind was still quite lucid. I had my < yes on the barometer, and I save the needles pass over the figure of pressure 290 mm , than 280, which it went beyond. I want ed to exclaim, “We are at 8,000 yards,” but my tongue seemed paralyzed. All at once my eyes closed and I felt inert, entirely loosing all recollection. The time was then about 1:30. At 1:52 I revived for a moment. The balloon was descending rapidly. I -was able to cut a sack of badast to slacken the speed, and to write on my register the following lines, which I copy : “We are descending. Temperature, 8 C. 17. G Fahrenheit. lam throwing out ballast. Elevation 315. Sivel and Croce still insensible at the bottom of the car. Descending very rapidly.” I had scarcely written these lines when a sort tf trembling fit seized me, and I sank down fainting for the second time. I was conscious of a violent wind, indicating a very rapid descent. A few moments later I felt myself shaken by the arms, and recognized Croce, who had revived. “Throw out ballast,” said he, “we are going down.” But I could hardly open rny eyes, and I did not notice whether Sivel was aroused. I remember that Croce unfastened the as pirator and threw it out, as well as some ballast, extra wraps and the like. All this is an extremely confused recollec tion, which was quickly extinguished, for l relapsed into insensibility more thoroughly than before, and I felt as if I was going into an eternal slumber.— What happened then ? I suppose the balloon being lightened, impermeable as it was, and very warm, shot up once more into the upper regions. At about a quarter past 3 o’clock I reopened my eyes, feeling giddy and weak, but my consciousness returned. The balloon was rushing downward with frightful velocity. The car swayed violently from side to side, and described great oscillations, I raised myself on my knees, and pulled my companions by the arm. “Sivel, Croce !” I cried “rouse yourselves! ’ They were both crouched down in the car, with their heads concea’ed in their cloaks. I summonerl up all my strength and endeavored to lift them up. Sivei’s face was black, his eyes dull, month wide open and full of blood. Croce Spinelli had his eyes closed, and his mouth blood stained also To relate what occurred then is quite beyond my power. I noticed a tremen dous wind from below upward. We were still at an altitude of 6,000 metres, there tvere still in the car two bags of ballast, which I cast out. Soon w r e near ed the earth, and I sought for my knife to cut. the attachment of the anchor, but I couldn’t find it. I was distracted, and kept calling out, ELBERTON, GEOBGIA, MAY 19.1875. “Sivel! Sivel!” Fortunately I laid mv hand on a knife, and was enabled to free the grapnel in time. The shock of the fa 1 was extremely violent. The balloon appeared to flatten itssif out completely, and I thought it would so remain ; but there was a strong wind, which carried it along. , The grapnel did not hold firmly, and, the car was dragged across the fields.—• The dead bodies—of- my unfortunate friends were jerked about, and I feared at each moment that they would fall out of the car. Meanwhile I succeeded in grasping the cord of the valve, and the balloon was quickly emptied, and was finally exhausted against a tree. This was about 4 o’clock. On getting out of the car I was' at tacked by a feverish excitement of the most violent kind, and very soon fell exhausted and became livid. I thought that I was about to join my companions in the next world* Nevertheless, I gradually recovered my senses. I examined my poor comrades and found thtm cold and stiff. I had their corpses transported to the shelter of a neighboring farm. I sobbed to suf focation, and even yet have not recovered. lam at Ciron, near Le Blanc, where 1 have been received with boundless hos pitality. I have been feverish all night. I have not yet been able to eat anything whatever, and feel, consequently, very weak. I salute you. Gaston Tissandter. The Survivor's Record. M. Tissandier’s notes, as long as he was able to write, were as fol ows: I take the place of Croce-Spinelli while he makes his spectral observations. My pulse beats 110 to the minute. We are at a height of 2,000 metres. Our thermometer, placed inside the balloon, indicates 25 above zero, and ten degrees lower in the car. 1 felt the pulse of Croce-Bpinelli. It beat 120 to the min ute. 1:10—Va are at a height of 0,000 metres. We are well. Now the height is 6,500 metres. A litt e operation. * * Hands slightly frozen. . * * We arc better. * * Hands frozen. Croce pants. We inhale the oxygen in the bag. Si/el and Croce shut their eyes. * * They are pale. * * A little better, even gay. Croce says to me, laughing, “You blow like a perpoise.” I:2o—We are at 7,000 metrics. Sivel seems drowsy., * * .Sivel .and P-m—'' are pale. * * 7,400. Sleepy 7,500. Sivel still throws out ballast. * * Siv ■ el throws out ballast. THE REV. 0. B. FfiTrEtNGHAM ON RE VIVALS. From the New York Herald wa clip the following: Rev. O. B. Frofchingham denounced the revival system so bitterly in all his sermons that his views on that pointwill be already widely known by this time.— What he said yesterday was but a reit eration, in a colloquial form, of the views he has heretofore ezpressed in the pulpit. “Do you think that the Church has been perceptibly benefitted by the re cent revivals in Europe and America ?” “No,” Mr. Frothingham replied, “I do not think that any permanent benefit can possibly be derived from them.— those are waves of emotion which pass over very soon. I don’t think revival meetings are attended y people of in telligence or culture, but only by people who are not under the sway of reason, who are curiosity seekers or who are ex citable in their religious natures and who delight in having their animal emo tious stirred up in this manner. THE REACTION THAT FOLLOWS. “Do you then think that revivals are baneful in their influence upon the church ?” “Yes, for they are au.io to be followed by a great reaction, as.it always must be the case with people who are only sway ed by their untutored feelings and in no wise subject to reason. As soon as the hand of the revivalist off, the religious emotion is gone too.” “Aud what follows 1” “What follows ? An increase in vice, corruption—sin of every sort. All trust worthy reports on the subject agree that ail these revivals are followed by an extraordinary laxity in the morals of the community. In England, for instance, we have heard already that the revivals have been followed by an increase in the cases of dementia.” “What would you suggest to take the pk-ce of revivals ?” EDUCATION BETTER THAN REVIVALS. “What society wants to improve its tone are not revivals, but education, dif fusion of culture. Why this idea of holding the whip and the scorpion over the people and threatening them with everlas ing damnation unless they re form at once, is perfectly awful. Lash ing people is acknowledged to have a demoralizing effect, but here is more than lashing ; here are threats of sul phur and fire, and the tortures of hell. You know, as well as I do, that an ap peal to fear is always degrading, and that as soon as the feeling of fear is gone the love of good is less potent than it was before.” “And yet revivals are quite an old in stitution I” “Yes, and it is true also that the present revivalists are not so bad as were their predecessors. They preach the same old doctrines, to be sure, of the depravity of men, of damnation and helJ, but their fires are not quite so hot and they don’t stir up the sulphur quite so badly as they did in former time3. I think revivals ai’e not attended by as re sp ctable and important classes of soci ety as in the past; they are addressed to the uneducated, the poor, the working classes principally.” REVIVALS TAKING THE PLACE OF THEATRES “How do you account for their sue cess in London ?” “Oh, I don’t think it is a permanert success. They succeed in drawing big crowds, but any Dig show can draw those in London. Then there are strict ly evangelical people who have no other excitement with which to regale them selves, and they probably seek them in the place of the theatres.” “What do you think of the revival in Water street I” “I have never attended one ; but, on general principles, ([would say that that is not the way in which the poor people are to be redeemed. The process of civilization is a very slow one You cau’t seize hold of people and fling them suddenly from bell to Paradise. I am convinced that if half the time were 1 -“voted to the education of the lower classes that is now wasted on revivals much good might be done. The whole revival process, in my opinion, is an er ror, and I don’t think that society is any better for it. When the waves have sub sided, the deposits of mud will be luunt. .very thick.” THE MAN WHO WANTED INIGRMA TIOL Yesterday noon, while all the people around the office except the “head repor ter” were at dinner, the smell of smoke bacame suddenly apparent, and a fat man, smoking a big pipe, came toiling up stairs. When he had recovered his breath and taken a seat he inquired: “Is der editor what knows everydings in?” “>To—gone to dinner,” was the reply. “Und ne shall come back purty soon l" “In about two hours. “I can’t wait so quick as dat; I haf to /jo to a funeral.” “Do you want anything ?” trfs“¥eß, I wants to know some dings jjrbout dat Peechcr scandal. You zee, i>os dayjibout dree months ago a fellow " lit* jr>y* z m.d ha ;;a\s : §l?3 heltV Ti oVtdi ngs V about Mi. Beecher? - und I say nix, und he ray Mr. Beecher sthole corn.” “Y'es.” “Und der next day when I went home my wife says: ‘Did you here noddings about Mr. Beecher?’ Und she said Mr. Peecher sthole a dog.” “Yes,” “Und when I was in der street gar a man says: ‘Hello, Mr. Ritterman, what jou dinks about Mr. Peecher ?’ Und I say3 no man can be a goot man whovhill steel a dog. Und den everybody laughs und winks, und I don't know about it.” ‘‘.Yes.’ “Und when I was in der ZityHall a man stiks mo on der pack, und zays: ‘Hello, old front, is Mr. Peecher guilty V Und i said I dunno, und lie said Mr. Peecher hiret a man to blow up a schurch init a barrel of bow .er.” “Yes.” “Und den vhen I was in Dearborn a man looks bretty sharp at me und zays: ‘You lif in Dadroit don’t you ?’ Und I said I lif in Dadroit. Und he says: ‘What is your shudgmenton that lYecher bisness?” Und I said nottiugs. Und he said Mr. Peecher had a fight mid a zir cus man.” “Yes.” “Und when my poy come home from Doledo he says: ‘Fadder, what you dinks about dot Mr. Peecher?’ Und I says I dunno, Hans. Und he says Mr Peecher got &ouie gloza und der dailor’s bill.” “Yes.” “Und when I goes home or iu der streetgar, or mit my zaloon, or in der bost office, somebody say some dergs about dot Peecher pisiuess, and I dun no. Who is dot Sir. Peecher? Where be lif?” “He is a great preacher, and he lives in Brooklyn ?” “Zo? Und wlmt he do?” “He got one of these tobacco boxes with a needle in the cover, and carried it around in his pocket. When a man tried to open it the needle went into his thumb about twenty five feet.” “is dat possible? “Yes, and he had his vest pocket made deep that a cigar would go clear out of sight, and he kept it full and deceived the public.” “My zold ! but is dat zo ?” “Yes, and he keeps an old wild cat bill in l:is wallet to lend out when a man wants to secure the loau of a dollar for a few minutes ” “Vhell; I deglares! Ven a breacher shall do like dat we shall wonder vhat next. Zo dat is der Peecher pisiness, eh ? Y 7 keil, vhell.”—[Detroit Free Press. The young man who -spelled tho word buzzard, “b n double izzard-a-r-d—buz zard,” and was consequently retired with a trombone requiem, is now < going around the country with an open volume of “Webster” in his arms, beseeching of the privilege of proving that his spelling was correct. ♦ $ Prof. Roswell Smith, author of the well known Smith’s Grammar, died re cently. His grammer was almost as fa miliar twenty years ago in “old field schools” as Webster's speelling book. Vol. IY.-No. 4. THE- BEE-GUM. ....John Anderson, of Indiana, did not win the prize at a spelling match, but he licked the man [who pronounced the hard words, and that was some con solation. ....The genius wdio spelt it “a bi double-s, abyss," carries a green cotton umbrella under his arm with which to poke those who are interested in his en lightenment. ... .The coming insane asylum keeper to visitor: “Do you mean that man with his head bowed, his eyes cast down, and his lips moving ? Oh, yes; he was spelled down too; but ho keeps right on practicing all the same. I believe Ins word is ‘syzygy.’ ” The young man who spelled tbo word buzzard, “b u-double izzard-a-r-d, buzzard,” and was consequently retired witli[a trombone requiem, is now going around the country with a “Webster” in his arms beseeching the privilege of proving that his spelling was correct. EIG INVENTION. Lloyd, the famous map man, who irade all the maps for Gen’ls Lee and Grant during the great Civil War, and certificates of which he published, has just invented anew way of getting re lief plates from steel so vs to print Lloyd’s Great Topographical Railway County seat and Distance Map of Geor gia, size 40 x 50 inches large, on a light- press and colored, s zed and var nished so as to stand washing and mail ing to any Post-Office in the United States as safely a as letter, for 30 cents; and plain for tourists at 25 cents; or mounted with rollers and moulding ready for the wall, and post-paid to your door for 50 cents. This new Map of Georgia shows every Village, Post-Of fice, Wagon road, Creek, Hill, Mountain, Countyseat and Railroad in actual run ning order to Ist April, 1875, with tho name of each R. R., and its length in miles, and each station thereon with the actual distance in nines from one station to tho other. This map should bo in every house in the State of Georgia, now that the new postal law enables the Lloyd Map Cos. to send a map by the post, mounted or in sheet form, safely aB a le.ter. Send tho price to the Lloyd Map Cos., Philadelphia, Pa., and you will receive a copy by rctu rn -ntrsi r pwstqTfftfl'. [Herald. John Hepner, a German, now a resi dent of Reading, Pennsylvania, has lived to be called the father of more children than probably any other man in the country. He is sixty years old, aud has had three wives. Ho was first married in Germany in 1840, and his first wife died in 1848. In that short time she bore him seventeen children—two pairs of twins, four sets of triplets, and one at a single birth. Mr. Hepner married again in less than a year. He was mar ried the latter part of June, 1849, and in February another child was born to him, followed by the second on the following Christmas. After that his wife bore him twins five consecutive times, and three children at a single birth, making fifteen child en in nine years, at the end of which time his second wife, died. His two marriages covered a period of sev enteen years, and yielded him thirty two children. Ho had come to this country three years before the death of his sec ond wife. He was married again shortly afterward this time to a widow with one child. This wife is still living, and has borne II pner nine children. Of the first set of children none are now living, and only two of tho second and three of the third. Just what he says. — A writer in tho St. Paul Press tells anew story of Hor ace Greely. Horace wrote a note to a brother editor in Now York, whose writ ing was equally illegible with his own. Tho recipient of the note, not being able to read it, sent it back by the same mes senger to Mr. Greeley for elucidation. Supposing it to be the answer to his own note, Mr. Greeley looked over it, but likewise was unabli to read it, and said to the boy : “Go take it back. What does the and and fool mean ?” “Yes, sir,” said the boy ; that is just what he says.” When a man hands an editor an arti cle for publication, and asks him to “fix it up,” because he “wrote it in a hurry,” and “hadn’t time to revise it," you may know that he commenced the article directly after supper, and wrestled with it until after midnight, re writing it fourteen times, destroying a quire of foolscap, andj“blossed” his pen every two minutes. That’s the way they generally write and article when they are “in a hurry,” an have “no time to revise it.” ♦ <-*>♦ Puzz\e.— A ship at sea sprung a leak. Tho hole in the bottom v,as just one foot square. There was but one board on the ship—this was sixteen inches long and just exactly nine inches wide. It had precisely the requisite number of square inches, and the car pen ter cut it in two pieces only, and these two pieces just fitted tho hole. How did he do it ? A mnsican and a sailor should always know how to sound tho C. Troubles are like, dogs—the smaller they are, th e more they worry and an noy you. A SUFFERING 00NVI0T. Max Adeler writes as follows: A few days ago I wanted to hire a man to wheel half dozen loads of rubbish out of my girden, and after looking around awhile I found a seeded chap silting on the tnd of a wharf fishing. When I asked him if he would attend to the job,, he replied thus: “I really can’t Tin sorry, but the fact is, I’m in jail for six months for larceny. Sentenced last December. I don’t mind it much, only they ain’t, honest with mo up yer at the jail. The first week I was there, Mrs Murphy -she’s the keeper’s wife— to kinder clean up, and soi she rousted me out, more’n a week.. Then, just as I was gittin’ settled agin comfortably the provisions ran short, and so Murphy tried to borrer money of me to feed the convicts, and as I hadn’t none to lend out I had to go agin. In about two weeks I started in fresh, and got everything snug and cheerful, when Murphy’s aunt stepped out. Then what does that inconsiderate ass do but chuck mo out agin and lock up the jail and put crape on the door while he sheeted off to the funeral. So, of course, I had to browse around, huntin’ up fodder where I could git it, sometimes nibbin’ somethin’ at the tav ern, and other times takin’ tea with a friend. Well, sir, hardly was that ridic ulous old woman unloaded into the se pulchre, and me once more in the cell, with" the like feelin’ beginnin’ to creep over me, but Murphy ho says he and his wife’s got to go up to the city' to git a hired gin; and when I refused to quit, Murphy grabbed me by the collar and rammed me into the street, and said he’d sick his dog on me if I came around there makin’ a fuss. I hung about a few days, and when I went to the boy lie said Murphy hadn’t got back and I’d have to call ag'in. Noxfc time I applied, the boy hollered from the window that he was still rummagin' for that hired girl. I went there eight times, and there was always some jack ass of an excuse for crowdin’ mo out, and I don’t know if I’ll over get in again. Night afore last I bust a window with a brick, and tried to crawl in through the hole, but the boy fired a gun at me, and said if I’d just wait till Mr. Murphy came back, he’d have me arrested for burglary. Now, I think I’ve been treated seand lous bad. I’ve got a right in that jail, and its pretty mean in a man like Mur phy to shove mo off iu weather liko this, and I’m bound to live six months in tho prison sometime or other,' whether h® likes it or not. I don’t mind puttin’ my self to some trouble to oblige a friend, but 1 hato like thunder to bo imposed on. 'Pears to me its no way to run a penal institutionally way. There’s Potts; he’s in jail for perjury for nine years, and Murphy’s actually shook that convict out so often and made him shin ’round after his victuals that Potts has lost hear* and has gone to eanvaasin' it >r a Jif-e in surance company ; gone to perambulat in all over the country tryin' to do a lit tle somethin’ to keep clothes on his back, when lie ought to be layin’serenely in that jail. But I ain’t goin’ to do that. If the law keeps me in custody it’s got to support mo, and that’s what Butter wick says too. Ketch him workin’ his livin’. He’s in for four years for assault and battery; and when they boost him out of , the jail he puts up at hotel, and has the bills sent in to Murphy’s. Murphy don’t havo consideration for the prisoners anyway. Y T ou know ho raises fowls in the jail yard, and just af ter Christmas he had a big lot of tur keys left on his hands, and do you be lieve, that man acually kept feedin us on those turkeysjjjfor moro than a month! Positively refused to allow us anything else until they was gone. It was fiend ish. I had half a notion to quit dis gusted. And Buttenvick said if that is the way they wore goin’ to treat convicts why civilization was a failure. All through Lent, too, wouldn’t allow us an oyster ; kept Btuffiu us with beef and such trash, Potts said he’d never been used to such wickedness, for his parents were very particular. Would not even givo us fish balls twice a week. But does Murphy care? He’s perfectly enthusiastic when he can tread on a man’s feolin’s and stamp all the sensibility out of him. And Mrs. Muphy she’s not much bet ter. All the warm days she’s homo she hustles that baby of her’n on to me. Makes me take the sqallin’ little sucklin’ out in his carriage for an ailin’, and then gets mad if he falls out while. I’m conversin’ for a few minutes with a friend! I’d a slid him into the river long ago, only I know well enough they’d sentence me for life, and then I’d maybe have to stand Murphy’s persecutin’ for about forty years; and thatd kill me. It would just slay me. It would indued. He’s so inconsiderate. He used to give me tho key of the jail to keep while he’d go over to Burnse s to fight roosters or play poker, and one day I lost it. Ho raised an awful fuss, and even Potts was down on me because they couldn’t keep the boys out, and they used to come in and tickle Potts with straws while he was sleepin’ in his cell. I b’lieve they expeck Murphy back day after to-morrow, but I know mighty well I’m not goin’ to have much satisfac tion when lie does come. He’ll find some excuse for shufflin’ mo out 'bout as soon as 1 git stowed away in my old quarters. If ho docs I’ve got a notion to lock him out somo night and run the jail myself for n while, eo’s I can have some peace. There’s such a thing as carryin’ abuses a little too far. Ex cuse me for a minnte. I think I have a bite. Then I left to hunt another innn. I feel that tho Society for the Alleviation of tho Sufferings of Prisoners has a great work to perform in our town. [N. Y. Weekly. China has engaged tho Confederate General Ripley to construct works on an extensive scale for the defense of the coast and principal rivers in that coun try. Gen. Ripley sails for the East iq a few days.
