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dlic \nivnnnnli Uvilmnc. Pablishod by the Tawrersn Publishing Oo ) J. H. DEVEAUE. > VOL. HL She Came From the Clover. ghe was brought to the city as flowers are brought— You will find not a fairer one all the world over— But none of the city's hard features she’s caught, You can tell by her face she was born ‘mid the clover. Her voice is as pure as the bluebird’s low note In the morns when the rigor of April’ abating, And her laugh has the thrill that you hear from the throat Os the bobolink, joying in Slay and the mating. Her teeth are as white as the liquor which flows When milkweed is wounded; her lips have the redness Os the prickly-ash berry of scarlet which glows Full of life, though about it be autumn’s gray deadness. And her breath is as sweet as the liverwort's scent That is borne with delight by the wooing March zephyr, And her eyes have the softness and pleading ness blent In the big, melting eyes of the innocent heifer. Her warm, fluffy hair has a touch of the gold In the silk of the corn when it’s near to the reaping; Its meshes the gleam of the summer enfold— For it would not depart—in their perma nent keeping. Her thin little ears share the hue of the pink— The wild pink that grows by the creek’s shallow waters — And her cheeks all the blush of the rose by the brink Os the same little stream—Nature humors her daughters. She is fair in the drawing-room. O, she is fair! But she's strayed from her home, has the beautiful rover, And she’s brought a reflection of all that is there; .. You can tell by her face she was born ’mid the clover. —[Stan’ey Waterloo. All’s Well That Ends Well. Mr. Perry was an old bachelor and Miss Briggs was an old mail. He lived in the brick house on the hill, and she in the cottage opposite, and they were mortal enemies. Hr despised her be cause she kept two cats and a canary, and she loathed him for his affection for a huge mastiff and an old knock kneed horse. “Why on earth the man don’t try to get a decent horse is more than I can imagine!'’ she would say, as he plodded up to the door. “I believe he is too mean and miserly to buy one.” Miss Briggs would have hardly felt pleased had she known that Mr. Perry rode back and forward on this worn-out piece of horseflesh for the purpose of annoying her. They never spoke, but yet the managed to keep up a perfect warfare, by disagreeable manners and rathful glance?. She sat hour after hour beneath the canary bird in the window, with her cat perched upon the sill and her knitting in her hand, throwing glances of scorn to the opposite side, where he, with cigar and newspaper, received and paid them back with interest. His detestable dog came over and ran through her garden, destroying all he beantilul tulips and hyacinths, and she gavrf him a hot bath which sent him howling to his master, and when said master remonstrated, sent word that she would treat him worse next time. Her little red cow broke through his enclosure and devoured his turnips and cabbages, and he led her home and informed Miss Briggs that a second of fence would give her a comfortable pasture in the pound. For two years they lived and fought, and no one could bring abost peace be tween them. It was a pity, the neigh bors all said, for Miss Briggs was a dear little soul, and there was not a finer man in the country than Mr. Perry. “Julia, my love," said Mrs. .Perkins one afternoon, as she entered the cozy parlor, “I am going to have a party, SAVANNAH. GA., SATURDAY. JULY 7, 1888. and I want you to come down in the afternoon to tea and remain during the evening. Every one will be there.” “Will the old bach over the way be there?” “Mr. Perry? Ob, yes! We could not get along without him.” “Then that settles the matter. I sha’n’t go.” “Now, Julia, don’t be so foolish! If you remain at home he will think that you are afraid of him.” Miss Briggs thought the matter over. Well, it would look a little like that, and she would not have him think so for the worli —the conceited wretch! Mrs. Perkins went home, and it was arranged that Miss Briggs was to spend the afternoon and remain for the party. She was a pretty little woman, and it was always a puzzle to every one why she never married. She had a round rosy face, clear brown eyes, and beauti ful hair, and if she was 30 there was not a smarter woman in town. She stood before the looking-glass in the chamber, and fastened her lace collar over the neck of her dress with a plain gold brooch, and began to think that she looked very we 11. There was a bright healthy flush upon her cheek, and her eyes were full of life and beau ty. She walked into Mrs. Perkins’ sit ting room and found her awaiting her with a smiling face. She thought that she must be in a very good humor, but said nothing, allowing the good lady to smile as long and pleasantly as she wished. She understood it all when supper time came and Mr. Perkins entered, followed by Mr. Perry. This was a well-laid plan to make the two become friends. Miss Briggs bit her lips and inwardly vowed that nothing should tempt her to “give that man” her hand in friend ship. She hated him and always would. He was placed directly opposite at the table, and many times forced to pass the biscuits or preserves, and Miss Briggs accepted them, although she de clared to Mrs. Perkins after supper that they nearly* choked her. Before evening they were both per suaded to overlook the horse and cow difficulty and be civil, and Miss Briggs was Lightened when she found her self talking to him with easy and pleas ant familiarity. The party was a success, and although the sports were generally monopolized by the younger portion, they found room for the old maid and her enemy, and several times they found them selves doing most riliculous things in the way of paying forfeits. At the end of the evening Miss Briggs was at the door ready to depart, when he called: “Miss Briggs, lam going right up your way. Will you ride?' 1 Would she ride behind that old horse, and beside that detestable man? She was wondering whether she would or not, when Mrs. Perkins came and tri umphantly led her out and packed her into the carriage. It was as dark as pitch, and they had to let the horse go his own way and find it the best he could. He did so very well until they reached the cot tage, and then he was bewildered. Mr. Perry spoke, jerked the reins, but to no purpose. Ha then took out the whip. Whether his natural dislike to that article or the memory of the in dignities he had suffered from the hands of the owner of the cottage overcame him, it is hard to decide, but at all events ho kicked up his heels, ran a few yards and felt, overturning the buggy and its precious contents. Miss Briggs was up in a moment, un harmed, but Mr. Perry was silent as the grave. She ran sb' uting through the darxness until Mr. Perry’s “help” came with a lantern to her assistance. They found the poor man half dead beneath the carriage, and while Dm was at work, Miss Briggs ran home for her own servant After much hard labor they succeeded in extricating him from the wreck, but he was senseless, and they bore him homo and sent for the doctor. Upon examination they found his leg to be broken, and thus Miss .Briggs’ enemy was at her mercy. The days and weeks that followed were dreadful ones to the sufferer, but Miss Briggs never left him. Day and night she stood beside him, and her plump hands administered to every want. He forgot the cow and his turnips. He forgot the cats and the canary. Ho only saw a little patient woman, with a pretty face, trim figure, and tender hands—and would you believe it—fell in love with her. How could he help it? She had sat by him through the dreary days of pain, sho had brought him her preserves, and nice invigorating cordials. She had, in all probability, saved his life. What could he do? Nothing but fall in love. “Miss Briggs!’’ he said one day when he was able to sit up. “Well, Mr. Perry?” “You have been very good to me, and I feel as though I owe you a great deal.” “There! now stop just wheroyouare. You owe mo nothing.” “But would you mind if I trespassed a little further on your good nature? ’ “Not at all.” “Well, Miss Briggs, will you take mo in charge for the rest of my life?” “What?” “Will you marry me? There! 1 ’ Miss Briggs blushed, and her answer came thus: “I will marry you.” There was a wedding in the church a few weeks later, and Mrs. Perkins pre pared the wedding supper. Mr. and Mrs. Perry live in the brick house, and the cottage is rented to a young man and his wife, to whom Mrs. Perry bequeathed her cats and the canary. The mastiff and the knock-kneed old horse are with their forefathers.—[Bal lou’s Monthly. How Ink Is Made. Ink is variously composed, according to the purposes to which it is to be ap plied. Common writing ink is the pcr tannate of iron, mixed with a little gal late, held in suspension in water by means of gum or some other adhering substance. The gum also preserves the ink from being too fluid and also serves to protect the vegetable matter from de composition. Blue ink has of late years been much in demand. The coloring matter is said to be sulphate of indigo and tinct ure of iron, or, according to another recipe, Prussian blue dissolved in water by means of oxalic acid. Red ink is usually made by boiling in the propor tion of two ounces of Brazil wood in a pint of water for about a quarter of an hour, and adding a little gum and water. This ink is not in demand now, carmine having superceded it; this color is attained by a solution of car mine and ammonia, also ad ling gurn. The great merit of our common writing ink is in the freedom with which it flows from the pen, allowing of rapid writing, and the manner in which it bites into the paper, so as not to be re moved by sponging. The great defect is in the want of durability. Such inks partake of the nature of dyes. The writing ink of the ancients, on the con trary, is characterized by great per manency; its basis was finely divided charcoal, mixed with some mucilagin ous or adhesive fluid. Indian ink is of this character; it is formed of lampblack and animal glue, with the additions of perfumes, not necessary, however, to its use as an ink, and is made up into cakes. It is used in China with a brush, both for writing and printing upon Chinese paper, and it is used in this country for making drawings in black and white, the different depths of shade bring produced by varying the dilution with water. “Writing ink,” said a prominent manufacturer, to a New York Mail and Express reporter, “is now made in large quantities in New York, and whereas in the past we used to import largely, we now export to almost every country.” Some of the Ingredients of Snuff. In the manufacture of snuff in this country the finest Virginia leaf tobacco is used, which is considerably modified by carrying the fermentation much fur ther than in tobacco intended for smok ing, and is simply ground and sifted. “In our factory,” said a Now York dealer to a Mail and Express reporter, “we have about sixty mills, resembling largo c ;ffec mills. The ground tobacco falls upon an endless band of broad canvas, which conveys it to four sets of mechanical sieve?. The snuff which passes through is received upon an end less traveling band, which carries it thence into a close chest. The parti cles which are too coarse to pass through th) sieve are roground. The immense varieties of snuffs are formed by mixing together and grinding to baccos of different growths, and by va rying the nature of the same. “For the snuff known as Nenroco, forty parts of genuine St. Omer, South American, tobacco, forty parts of Georgia and twenty parts of fermented Virginian stalks in powder are used. The whole is ground and silted. Then two and one-half pounds of rose leaves are cut and mixed with powdered Vir ginian stalks, and two and one-half pounds of rosewood in fine powder, moistened with salt water, are added. It is then worked up with one pound of cream of tartar and two pounds of salt of tartar and four pounds of table salt. This snuff, which is highly scented, must be preserved in lead, and brings $4 per pound. The other brands of snuff manufactured hero are Bolongaro. large-grained Paris and Scotch snuff, ranging in price from $3 to $lO per pound.” Horsemanship hi Persia, It is strange that, although the Persians are all horsoinon, they do not know how to ride, using the term in our sense. They will canter or gallop all day long without visible discomfort, but th y will sit on their animals like monkeys, with their knees drawn up and with their reins clutched tight, and will fall off on the slightest provocation. When babies of three, they are already in the sad He, and they are in it all their lives; but they nev r receive any instruction, never know what a good, steady trot is, and never learn to keep firm on their horse’s back. And like them, the Persian horses never receive any training. The gait they are easiest to ride—the gallop—is their natural one; and they will only quit that for a brief spell in order to rest a little. You can not get a trot out of a Persian horse unless you devote years and years of pa tient training to it. Thon, again, they are all hard-mouthed, and most of thnn shy at any unusual object or noise. For all that, they have a good deal of native intelligence, and they am kind and ass ctionate. Kickers and biters arc very rare amongst them. While in Arabia and Turkey mares arc universally ridden, in Persia it is the stallions alone that serve this purpose. Geldings are unknown,-—[Cosmopolitan. Miles of Burning Lava. The most disastrous of all the erup tions wnich hive taken place in Le land during the human period, oc curred in June, 1783, at bkuptar. 'l'llo lava in some p aces was 000 feet, deep and 200 feet wid *, which flowed like a great river towaid the sea. One stream actually r ache 1 tho ocean. It was in full activity for ten weeks, and contin ued gradually diminishing for six months mote. Tire lava was over two years in cooling. One of the lava streams was silty miles long, twelve to fifteen miles wide and 600 feet deep. Most of the country for 100 miles from the crater in every direction was cover ed by leva, pumice, sand or aslns. Tho ejected matter is estimated to have been greater than the entire bulk of Mont Blanc.—[Globe- Democrat. Not Select Enough. Visitor (to convict)—-Your fate is a hard one, my friend; but you have plenty of company in your misery. Convict—Yes, nr; but tho company is u little n^ixed.—[Life. (tt.55 Per Annntn; 75 cents for Six Months; < 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies ( 6 cents'-tn Advance. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Humble usefulness is better than learned idleness. Action without reason is like a setting hen without eggs. Ten cent's worth of do is worth many dollars of promise. Chiefly the mould of a man’s fortune is in his own hands. Men may bond to virtue but virtue cannot bend to men. It is better to scratch for a living than to itch for fame. Who is the greatest liar? Ho who ipciks most of himself. There’s many a good bit o’ work done with a sad heart. A wise man will bo more anxious to deserve a fair name than to possess it. Learn to think and act for yourself. B j vigilant. Keep ahead of rather than behind tho time. Over-anxiously to feel and think what one could have done ii the very worst thing one can do. Despair and postponement are cow ardice and defeat. Men are born to succeed, not to fail. It is not ho much the dew of heaven ns the sweat of man's brow, which rend ers tho soil fruitful. Fun with the Camera. “Amateur photography,” said a prominent New York dealer to a Mail and Express reporter, “is a very fash ionable ns well as useful pastime among many young ladies and gentlemen, and is fast growing in favor.” While a largo number purchase an apparatus to take to tho country with them, still many more are sold in this city and used in town. A complete outfit, cornpri-ing a camera, one dozen dry plates and a focuising cloth, erm be procured for $27, As soon as tho dry plates are med up they cun bo rep'need nt an outlay of from 45 cents to $f.C5 a dozen, the price depending a'together upon the sizes required, which run nil the way from 3 1-4 inches to 8 1-2 i ches square, with intermediate sizis. “The silver paper which is generally u«ed in transferring has now been re placed by a cheaper blue paper, which imparts a tint of that hue instead of the white one u unlly given in ordinary photograph'. Cameras range in price from $lO up to SOS. Wh n a beginner has a desire to learn he it u tnlly very timid . bout expen li ig rr.uch money for n camera, arguing that if it proves un interesting not inn h ii los’t, but once the art is attempte I, tho tmateur pho tographer casts ttsido tho first camera and purchases a larger size. “Amateur photographers can now compete, and succesdully, too, with a subject in tho dark, as a pow I er, called magnesium, when placid on an iron pan and lighted, emits an effulgent glare sufficient for tho young artist to secure a good picture. This powder is sold lor 75 cents p.r box of eight ounces. “A largo number of young ladies who arc th- hap .y p >«s»ssor.3 of ama teur ou‘fits occasio .ally hold what is termed ‘photo parties’ at the house of a mutual friend, r on? bringing along a cement and t full outfit, and the eveiling tat b? picusautly, as well ns profitably, m taai ig pictures of all tic mem! ers of the household in which the jiaity is held. A new feature in amateur photography is the transferring of pictures from the camera to a lamp shade, a vase or any other such orna ment. I'uiihhiiig u Boy. “Bobby,” said his mother sternly, “you go into the back yard and stay there. 11l teach y uto oncn tho front gate without permission.” Bobby went into the back yard and was so quiet and good that at the end of an hour his nioth r relented «nd told him that ho could play on tha sidewalk a little while if he wouldn't go into the street “Ms,” he said, can’t I play In the back yard a little while longer!”—- [New Jkj York Bun. - NO. 38.