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hand constantly, a full supply of fresh
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Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables.
Prices reasonable —to suit the tjmea.
Soods delivered if desired.
First Sight of a Confederate.
General William W. Averill, U. S. A.,
in one of his lectures related quite hu
morously his first sight of a uniformed
Confederate officer. It was in Virginia,
near Fairfax C. H., and before first Bull
Run. He was in the command of Col.
Andrew Porter, making a reconnoisance.
They saw a mounted body of men in
front. Porter gave the order “Draw
eabres” and ordered a charge. When
they came within ten rods of the oppos
ing force its commander raised his hand
palm outward and halted. Col. Porter
Bent Lieut. Averill forward to ascertain
"what was wanted. He rode up and the
Confederate announced: “I am Col.
Taylor, of the Confederate army, bear
ing dispatches from President Davis, of
the Confederate States of America, to
President Lincoln, of the United States. ”
Averill returned to Porter with the mes
sage and was sent back to bid the Con
federate to dismount and approach. He
did so and came up to ten paces of Col.
Porter, and in the same precise lan
guage repeated his message, Col. Por
ter replied coldly: “I know of no such
officer nor service, nor can I receive your
communication until I receive instruc
tions.” The two men faced each other
a moment longer, then stepped forward
and shook hands with “How are you,
Andy,” and “How are you, Tom,” while
a bottle from Porter’s haversack was
seen to make its way to Taylor’s lips.
That message asked for an exchange of
prisoners that was not granted, and in
consequence, General Averill added,
“many poor Union soldiers languished
and died iu Rebel prison pens."
The Anna E. J. Morse of Portsmouth
was struck by fierce northeasters off
New Point the other night, and Skipper
Lansil at once made harbor. He anchor
ed with his sheet anchor, paying out 100
fathoms of chain. A second anchor was
dropped, and 75 fathoms were given it.
The schooner’s tugging at her moorings
parted the last chain at the hawse pipe
and left Captain Lansil to reflect that
his freight money would have to pay
tribute to replace the loss, which amount
ed to about 8500. On Sunday morning
he began heaving in his only anchor.
NVhen it came in sight, hanging to one
of the flukes was a chain, which proved
to belong to the seventy-five fathoms
lost the night before. A man was order
ed over the bow, a line was made fast to
the missing chain, and soon the lost an
chor was at the cathead.
Home.
Oh! What is home? that sweet championship
Os life the better part;
The happy smile of welcome on the lip
Upspringing from the heart.
It is the eager clasp of kindly hands,
The long remembered tone,
The ready sympathy which understands
All Seeling by its own.
The rosy cheek of little children pressed
To ours in loving glee;
The presence of our dearest and our best,
No matter where we b'e.
And, failing this, a prince may homeless live,
Though palace walls are nigh;
And, having it, desert shore may give
The joy wealth cannot buy.
Far-reaching as the earth’s remotest span,
Widespread as ocean foam,
One thought is sacred in the breast of man —
It is the thought of home.
That little word his human fate shall bind
With destinies above,
For there the home of his immortal mind
Is in God’s wider love-
“YAN.”
She was a tomboy. So the neighbors
said, and our neighbors are always
models of wisdom, and authorities on
neighborhood subjects. As they stood
on their old-fashioned Dutch stoops in
crowded Gotham, and watched her as
she danced here and there like a sun
beam, the merriest of her crowd of old
fashioned little playmates, they said sb®
was a tomboy. A wee girl of nine,
brighter than girls usually are at that
age, with the inborn fun-loving nature
seen in every action of her lithe, grace
ful form; in the mischievous snap of h«
large blue eyes; in the tossing of her
sun-glinted, brown locks; and soul in
her rollicking light-hearted laugh. She
had, in an evil hour, been named Mary
Ann, after a stsMsd old spinster aunt,
whom none but her grandmother seemed
to distinctly recollect. No one liked
the name, and, resenting the ancient
dame’s want of taste in the selection of a
suitable name for a pretty, modern
child, they dubbed her Molly or May, in
a vain attempt to give the name some
attractiveness; but the grandmother,
tacitly feared by all, insisted upon the
adoption of the entire name, unchanged.
But who would have thought of apply
ing the dignity of such a name to a girl
who climbed trees, leaped over fences,
played marbles, and skated here and
there with the boys? And so, by de
grees, the name fell into disuse, and was
gradually corrupted until she was known
everywhere as “Yan.”
A tomboy, the neighbors said, as they
uplifted hands and eyes in righteous
horror at each new prank and fresh new
freak of this winsome little fairy. No,
not a tomboy. Only a child, with all
the sprightliness of youth, enjoying
God’s sunshine in freedom, before the
darker days come to shackle her with
sorrow and care, and shut out the sun
light with clouds of adversity. As she
grew older, her womanly qualities de
veloped. Who was as neat and quick
as “Yan? ’ Who else could conjure up
such interesting pastimes? Who else
was as handy with a needle? Who so
gentle and kindly a nurse? Not even
the mother, who. '.ged beyond her years,
too stern and unbending for a mother,
grew away from her children from their
birth. The children took naturally to
“Yan,” until the entire care of baby
brothers and sisters devolved upon her,
and her marvellous housewifely accom
plishments, so rare in these days, wire
the talk of the neighborhood. She was
still a tomboy to the neighbors, for, when
household cares were ended, she was
the gayest of the youthful circle; a tire
less graceful dancer of the “Esmer
alda,” “Varsou vienne," and others
of those old dances of
the days gone by; her laugh the mer
riest, her song the tweetest. Then the
war came. Down there in the wilds of
Virginia, on the battlefield of Pennsyl
vania and Maryland, many a blue-coated
•hero blessed the brown-haired little
tomboy in the great northern metropolis.
She was the busiest worker in the sew
ing circle; and upon thrusting his grimy
band into a stocking sent in one of those
wonderful boxes packed and sent by the
northern girls, many a boy in blue
SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY, .JUNE 11,1887.
found the jolliest little letter from
“Yan,” encouraging him, and nerving
him on to the struggle for honor, glory,
and right. And at night, hot tears
from battle-strained eyes gleamed in the
red-light of the bivouac, as they fell upon
the tracery of “Yan’s” magic pen.
By and by a soldier-boy came home
and claimed “Yan” as his own forever.
When, on the eve of their parting, she
had kissed him good-by, and tied knots
of bright hair-ribbon to his smooth
drum-sticks, she whispered a promise
which she intended to keep, aud when
he came gave herself to him in simple
trustfulness. She might have done bet
ter, they said. He was wild and un
steady, loved an occasional dram, and
lacked self-control, but “Yan” was true,
faithful through all—separation, intem
perance, and ill-usage. They cruolly
told her that her baby boy was his
father’s son in all respects and traits of
character. That he would inherit his
tastes and depravity, and for his father’s
sake they disliked him and were cold
with the innocent child. Helpless, ly
ing in his cradle, with his big, wonder
ing blue eyes turned upon a world that
seemed to begrudge hi® the
air he breathed, he was visited
with th® siE«s of his father;
but proud, faithful, and loving, shs
threw up her shield ©f motherhood, and
protected him from th® buffets of
th® world. A true wife and mother
through all—a strange future for a tom
boy. Year by year sorrows earn®; death,
disappointment, all th® anguish of a
lifu-tim®. The brown trews were bis
ginning to thread with gray, her ®ye«
eofteaed, and grew sad, her laugh and
her song departed. But in her iveet
face there is still a shadow of th® “Yan”
of old, it is mid, a strange mixture of
th® p.wt a®d present. She is th® patron
saint of children, and they coin® to her
with all their troubles, disappointments,
and joys;. Who but this patient, sweet
faced little woman could devise such
wonderful amuaments? Who would
enter more heartily into the spirit of
their child lives? She forges a golden
chain of love and sympathy, binding
them to her. She conquers their
passions with a touch and a
word. Ski® banishes her pain with a
kiss, and brings the smiling rainbow
through the storm of tears, with such
wonderful skill that mothers stand
amazed at her art. A strange mission,
surely, for a tomboy, who knew naught
but fun and frolic, who thought life a
summer’s day, and time a mere dream.
Yesterday an elfin sprite—to-day a
saint!
“Mother mine, ” says the blue-eyed,
fair-haired boy, telling her of some new
honor he has achieved, “all that I am,
you have made me. Mother-love has
been my inspiration ;to gain youa. smile
of approval, my highest aim. How shall
I reward you?”
“A mother’s reward should be a
child’s love and pride. I ask no more,”
murmurs “Yan” softly, as he smoothes
her brown-gray hair.—[Frankiyn W.
Lee, in the Current.
Love’s Labor Lost.
He had taken her to the opera at $7 a
seat, and afterward to Delmonico’s,
where the two together ate up $9.75
worth. As he reached for his hat later
that same night she said:
“I am sorry, Mr. Sampson, if my re
fusal will cause you pain. I esteem you
highly as an escort, and in that capacity
I will always be a sister to you, but
your wife I cannot be. You are too ex
travagant.”— [New York Sun.
A Close Student.
Little Dot—What does Mr. Nicefel
low go to your house so often for?
Little Dick—He wants to marry Nell.
“Is they engaged?”
“No.”
“Did he say he wanted to marry
her? ’
“No.”
“Then how do you know he does?”
“Ohl He acts ao like a fool.” —
[Omaha World.
Do the truth you know, and you shall
learn the truth you need to know.
Ten Things a Baby Can Do.
It can beat any alarr clock ever in
vented, waking a family up in the morn
ing.
Give it a fair show and it can smash
more dishes than the moat industrious
servant girl in the country.
It can fall down oftener and with lew
provocation than the most expert tum
bler in the circus ring.
It can make more genuine fuss over a
simple brass pin than its mother would
over a broken back.
It can choke itself black in the face
with greater ease than the most accom
plished w.etch that ever was executed.
It cun keep a family in a constant tur
moil from morning till night and night
till morning without once varying its
tune.
It can be relied upon to sleep peace
fully all day when its father is down
town and cry persistently at night when
he is particularly sleepy.
It may be the naughtiest, dirtiest,
ugliest, most fretful baby in all the
world, but you can never make its
mother believe it, and you had better not
try it.
It can be a charming and model infant
when no on® is around, but when visitors
are presisat it can exhibit more bad tem
per than both of its parents together.
It can brighten up a h ou-sa better than
all the furniture ever made; make
sweeter musie than th® fine®t orchestra
organised; fill a larger place in its
parents’ breasts- than they knew they
had, and when it go©s away it cause
a greater vacancy and leave a greater
blank than all the rest of the world pwt
together.—[Mail and Express..
Bencdteial Insects.
Beetles ar® not the only beneficial in
sects by any means; by far the greater
number are found among the Hymcnop
tera. This order includes th® parasitic
Ichneumon-flic®, which range all the
way fro-tn flies a-n inch or more in length
to minute specie® scarcely visible to the
naked eye. The larger kinds deposit
only one egg in each victim, while tone
of the smaller leave their entire comple
ment of egg® on on® caterpillar. A well
known example, which is familiar to
most gardeners, may b® found in the
Tomato-worm. A small, black, micro
gastcr fly goes peering about among the
tomato vines until it espies a worm o*h
which it lays its eggs. These soon hatch,
and the tiny larvaj eat their way into the
worm and are soon thickly packed be
tween the skin and vital organs, where
they eat all the substance that would
otherwise go to make the future moth,
and their presence does not prevent the
worm from eating and growing until the
little parasites are full-fed, when they
eat their way out of their host, and each
stands on end and spins for itself a tiny
white cocoon. Sometimes these cocoons
are so numerous that the back of the
worm is almost entirely covered with
them, and now it shrivels and rapidly
shrinks in size and soon dies. And this
work of destruction is constantly going
on all around us. Were it not for these
parasites, vegetation could scarcely exist
on the earth.—(American Agriculturist.
Not Exactly a Clergymtn.
Clerical gentleman to fellow-passen
ger: “Have you ever thought that in the
midst of life we are in death?”
Fellow-passenger: “Often. Have you
reflected that at any moment we may be
hurled into eternity and that we ought
to be prepared for that event?”
“I’ve said so a million times. Is it
possible that I am speaking to a brother
clergyman? I judged from your dress—”
“I’m an insurance agent. Just let me
show you a few figures—”
In another moment the speaker was
alone.—[Philadelphia Call.
An du solved Problem.
Omaha Dame—Of all things! Mr.
Blank, the dry goods man, has bought
that beautiful house across the way.
Omaha Man—He can well afford to.
He is worth a million.
“Why, who left it to him?”
“Nobody. He mad® it In has busi
ness.”
“I don’t see how. He’s always selling
goods below cost.”
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Demons and Devils.
Moncure D. Conway, the only r>y>dea|
writer who has attempted anything lin
a history of devils, says that demons afl
older than the devil. The word demdl
(damon) signified a divinity original™
and has been degraded, even as the ctefl
acters of demons mid devils have doge®
erated. Thus in heathen countries then
sprang up demons of tire, hunger, thir®
cold, fever, darkness, etc.; ghoulm
which fed upon the dead, mid vampyrtfl
returning from the dead to feed upon t 9
living. The demons of evil became ■
much more .tumorous than the goal
spirits that the word at last came to sigl
nify only what was bad. |
The serpent is the most commonly acl
copied type of a devil in both Christi™
and heathen countries. There are, hova
ever, scarcely any living animals, bird]
or fishes, whose characteristics are wel
known, to which some tribo or peopll
has not attributed nt some time or othej
a demoniacal nature. The Caucasinrd
paint the devil black; the African nel
groes paint him white, and in the Mol
zambiquo language his name signitiol
The Wicked White Man.” Doubtless!
the slave trade has something to do witj
tho origin of this term.
The number and multiplicity of devila
demons, dragons, hydras, Titans and
monsters of every sort that have existed
from the earliest, times down to our owtd
Is astonishing. Each country has id
devil or devils still, and if one prince ol
darkness presides over all, ancient and
modern alike, one would think he would
have his hands full, and no time to medl
die in the affairs of this world. Thera
are devil worshipers, devil charmer!
and magicians, whom devils aid ?n thein
feats in tho world today, as there havd
always been. Savages believe every deaths
t© be caused by demons or their irl
fluence.
A Friend in Need.
Rattlety bang! rattlety bang—down
the street clattered a tin can tied to tli«
tail of a poor, friendless and frightened
dog. A crowd of boys followed at th®
runaway’s heels, with cries and shouts,
increasing alike his terror and his speed,
until, at last, he had distanced h.’s pur
suers, but not, alas! that horrible, noisy
thing that clattered and rattled at his
heels. Thoroughly tired, and quite as
thoroughly terrified, the poor dog looked
to right and left as he ran, for help or
shelter. At length he spiea, at the cor
ner of a cross street not far away, a
large, friendly looking Newfoundland
dog. With piteous cries and an implor
ing look, the exhausted dog dragged
himself and his noisy appendage to the
Newfoundland, and looked to him for
help. Nor was his appeal unheeded, for
the Newfoundland seemed to appreciate
the position and at once showed himself
to be a generous dog. A patient gnaw
ing at the string finally released the can;
and then lifting it in the air, the New
foundland flung it from him with a
triumphant toss of the head, while the
other dog joyously bounded up from his
crouching position—thankful to be rid
of the troublesome burden which hie
human tormentors had inflicted upon
him.—[St. Nicholas.
A Good Feature.
Sardonicus, Jr., (who is lovingly ca
ressing the down on his upper lip)—'
“What do you think of ray mustache,
pa?”
Sardonicus, Sr. “There is one par-'
ticularly good feature about it.”
“And what is that, its color?”
“No, it is that you can neglect shav
ing for a month, and none but a close
observer would notice it I”—[Detroit.
Free Press.
A Precocious Financier.
Little Nellie was paid by her mother
one cent a dozen for pins picked up from
the carpet to keep the baby from getting
them. “Nurse,” said Nellie as her
stock of pennies increased, “do you
know what I am going to do when I have
fix cents?” “No,” answered nurse. “I
am going to buy a paper of pins and
scatter them over the floor, and then
pick them up," answere I the young
financier, who war barely tivs years old.
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