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VOL. XVIII.
COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, AUGUST 27, 1876.
NO. 205
SUMSET.
Upward do I journey slowly,
As the shadows lengthen fast,
To a land of sunlight holy,
Where no evening shades are cast;
Noontide glory
In that land shall always last,
geo the sun in splendor ah f ning
Ou the hilltops of the west!
Graudly thus the day declining,
Brings anight of peaceful rest;
While earthweary
Long to fiud its slumber blest!
Life’s high western hills are shading
goleiuuly the path I go;
guuset glory, too, is fading,
goon i’ll miss the golden glow;
gunset shadows
goon will leave my path billow
And with joy unuiannrd b^sorrow
Do 1 bail life’s eventide;
Ilerald of a bright to-morrow
Over on the other side:
Through the darkness
O’adlv will my spirit glide.
B<»me I love are over yonder,
Basking in a fadeless ray.
Ami my feet would gladly wander,
With them in their new-found day;
Since they left me
Love to me lias been life’s way.
Night comes on, aud not regretting
That the day is almost done,
Calmly I await the setting
Of the distant sinking sun;
Glad in spirit
That the rare is nearly run.
SEBASTIAN
By the Author of “Lady Audley's Se
cret," etc.
i'll AFTER 111.
CONTINUED.
Sir Jasper now began to have
doubts an to the wisdom of lhat intended
departure for the Continent which he
had talked about. The weather would
he insufferably warm in Paris; and he
could manage to live a little longer with
out standing among a perspiring crowd
to see the French King and Queen dine
in public ou a Sifftday afternoou. Better
delay his visit till the oarly Winter, per
haps, when there would he masquerades
and festivities, such as the King's gay
young brothers affected.
In the meanwhile, Sir Jaspor felt in
clined to patoh up his neglected old
house, and enjoy the pleasures of coun
try life. A few hundreds judiciously
spent would brighten the aspect of things
wonderfully. A couple of saddle horses
in the stable, a pointer or two, and a
brace of setters in the kennols, a modest
bachelor household in the servants' offices
—Benoni would soon put matters
train.
The young baronet communicated
these new ideas to his valet while he was
dining. The Italian listened in respect
ful silence; and, as he was standing be
hind his master, Sir Jasper did not see
the gloom which darkened his counte
nance as ho received this communication.
Life in a Somersetshire manor-house,
were it even for the briefest span, was
not at all to Benoni's mind.
After dinner came Mr. Dibber, the
steward, with six hundred aud fifty-seven
pounds, partly in dirty provincial bank
notes, and partly in gold; the whole
amount tied in a soiled canvas bag. There
was a good deal of gold, and the snm
made a tolerable heap as Mr. Dibber put
down the bag ou-the polished mahogany
table, among the old-fashioned dessert
dishes. Sir Jasper was grateful for his
agent’s promptitude.
“You can put the bag in yonder cabi
net, Florio,” he said to his valet, giving
him the key of a Dutch cabinet in mar-
queterie work, which had taken his fancy.
It was a most elaborate piece of joinery,
containing innumerable hiding places for
small'treasurers—drawers within drawers,
cupboards inside cupboards, false bot
toms, and simulations of all kinds.
Florio put the bag in one of the inner
most compartments, and stood for a min
ute or so contemplating this lavish waste
of mechanical ingenuity.
“Look the cabinet, and give me the
key,” said Sir Jasper; whereupon Florio
Benoni closed the folding doors, which
were decorated with a scriptural subject
in inlaid work, and brought his master
the queer little brass key. The lock was
about as weak and common as a lock
could be.
After dinner the fine evening tempted
Sir . Jasper to another ramble. He whis
tled to Sebastian as he left his room, and
being somewhat absent-minded just now,
bad no idea but that the dog was follow
ing till he had got about half way down
the avenue, when he looked about him,
and was surprised to see no sign of the
St. Bernard. He called and whistled but
Sebastian did not appear.
“The old fellow bos grown lazy from
high feeding,” Sir Jasper said to himself
and strolled gayly on, twirling his cloud
ed cane, and looking up at the rooks
holding hoarso council in the waving elm
tops.
This evening good manners withheld
him from visiting the cottage; but find
ing Mr. Dorillon at the gate, he invited
that learned gentleman to accompany
him to the parish church, where the schol
ar held forth upon early English and per
pendicular styles, paneling and horse
shoe arches, stringings, and mouldings.
They wasted some time, pleasantly
enough, in the whitewashed temple which
bad onoe been bright with rainbow hues,
and then strolled homeward together. Sir
Jasper left his friend at the gates, with
out haviug seeu Puillis.
His first inquiry, when Florio Benoni
admitted him to the honse, was for Se-
bastion.
Florio looked astonished.
“Bat was not the dog with my lord?”
be asked; “I bavo seen of bim nothing
since dinner.”
Hereupon followed much enquiry, and
a prolonged investigation of the premises
inside and oat; but Sebastian wa9 not to
be found.
“He most have gone away with Dib
ber,” said Jasper, much disturbed by the
disappearance of bis favorite. Bat on
second thoughts he felt sore that Sebas
tian wonld not follow a stranger. Coaid
Dibber have stolen bim? Had a respecta
ble country solicitor' turned dog-stealer,
tempted to crime by Sebastian’s excep
tional beanty? Hardly credible this; nor
was Sebastian a dog to be stolen with fa
cility. It wonld have been almost as easy
to steal an elephant.
Sir Jasper was at bis wit’s ends. Be
noni looked thoughtful.
“It might be,” he suggested gravely,
“that some vagabond in the neighborhood
has got wind of the snm of money that
my lord was to receive this evening,
and that the dog has been tempted away
—or even made away with.”
“Heaven forbid!” cried Sir Jasper;
would as leave lose my best human friend
as Sebastian. I know not that I have one
so faithful.”
This suggestion of Florio’s seemed the
only probable explanation of the dog’s
evanishment.
“As for burglars,” said Sir Jasper,
snap my lingers at them. I have a pair
of horse pistols on yonder shelf that
would make a speedy finish of the ruffians
but I am inexpressibly concerned that
any villian should have stolen my dog—
to ill-use him, perhaps.”
The young man could almost have shed
toars in his vexation aud distress. Even
l'hillis Dorillon was forgotten in this
trouble at the loss of Sebastian. Sir Jas
per went to bed late, and although he
dismissed his valet without the usual eve
ning lecture from Goldoni or Metastasio,
ho was more wakeful than usnal, and
tossed aud tumbled from side to side tiil
long after midnight.
What was that which awaked him sud
denly, just as ho was dropping into a
light slumber—something scratching at
his door; a faint aud plaintive whine?
He sprang out of bed, opened the
door, and Sebastian crawled into the
room aud lay at his feet exhausted.
Whence had the faithfnl creature come,
and who had thus ill nsed him. His side
was torn; his head scratched and wonnd-
ed, os if he had dragged himself with ex
treme difficulty through some narrow
outlet; he was tightly muzzled, and a
remnant of a rope still hanging from his
neck showed that ho had beav tied up
somewhere. But where, and by whom?
Shreds of mouldy straw were entangled
with his hairy coat; his feet wet and dir
ty. llo was altogether a pitiable object.
Sir Jasper cat away the muzzle, which
was most ingeniously constructed from
old strups sewn together. He washed
the dog's wounds, and brought him the
remains of bis own light sapper from the
table in the sitting room. The creature’s
joy and gratitude were boundless, bat he
was too exhausted to be noisy in his de
monstrations. He licked bis master’s
hands fondly, and fawned npon him, and
then lay down with a long sigh of con -
tentment at the foot of Sir Jasper’s bed.
After this Sir Jasper went to bed with
a light heart, and slept profoundly.
“Burglars, 1 defy you! ” he exclaimed,
as his head sank upon the pillow. He
knew that Sebastian was a better defense
than the finest pistols that were ever
made.
He woke once in the gray morning,
fancying he had heard a noise in the next
room; and looking at the open door be
tween the two apartments, saw Sebastian
walk slowly across the threahhold as if
returning from a morning scrutiny of the
premises. Sir Jasper was carious enough
to rise and open his cabinet, the dog
watching him intently all the while.
There was the money bag safe enough in
the compartment where Benoni had
placed it.
“Lie down Sebastian,” said Sir Jasper,
still very sleepy, and the St. Bernard laid
himself down, like a lamb under the sem
blance of a lion.
Bat when Sir Jasper arose in the broad
daylight, at seven o'olock, ho was sur
prised to see that Sebastian's jowl was
bloody, and the blood came from no
wound of the dog’s own. It was the
blood of some foe.
CHAPTER IV.
benoni’s doom.
Sir Jasper rang for his valet; but for
the first time withih his memory the
summons remained unanswered. A man
accustomed to very perfect service is
prone to become exacting; and Sir Jasper
felt this present inattention a positive in
jury. He rang half a dozen sharp suc-
cesivo peals, which made a clamor in the
empty echoing gallery; and presently
came the housekeeper's scrub—a buxom
girl, with a broad grin,and a strong Som
ersetshire dialect—aud stood on the
threshold, far too frightened at the fine
gontleman to think of entering the
room.
“Where is Florio?” asked Sir Jasper
impatiently, disgusted at this barbarous
apparition. “I want my servant.”
The girl explained, in a tongue that
was almost like an unknown language to
Sir Jasper, that “Master Benonny” was
ill in bed, aud deeply regretted his ina
bility to attend his master that morning.
“111!” cried Sir Jasper, as if it were an
outrage; “what’s the matter with bim?”
‘Zoar vrout,” answered the damsel.
‘Is that a complaint peculiar to these
parts?” asked the Baronet, not in the
least enlightened.
But after further explanation, it dawn
ed npon him that Benoni was laid np
with a sore throat; which ailment being
often a precursor of fever, appealed to
the Baronet's humanity as something se
rious.
“Send for a doctor,” he said, “and let
the poor fellow have every attention. I
can dress myself, tell him; he need not
be nneasy about me. And I will come
and see him presently. ”
The girl departed, and in about ten
minutes returned, and informed her mas
ter that Mr. Benonny had begged hard
that no English doctor should be sent
for. He qnite understood his own ail*
meat, and knew how to core himself. It
was a complaint to which he had been
always subject.
“He has never had it since he has been
in my service,” said Sir Jasper. “I doubt
the poor wretch is sickening of a putrid
fever.”
Notwithstanding which suspicion, Sir
Jasper went to see his servant as soon as
he was dressed.
He found Benoni with bis sallow com
plexion chan ged to a greenish pallor, his
eyes blood shot, his throat wrapped in
linen. He seemed qnite prostrate, and
bis voice was so weak as to.be hardly au
dible; bnt his mind was as clear as ever.
“My poor fellow,” said Sir Jasper gen
tly; “this is very sudden.”
Benoni explained, in his faint voice
that these attacks of his always came on
suddenly. He had been accustomed to
this kind of illness from boyhood. He
needed no medical aid.
“Nay, Florio, bnt be reasonable,” urg
ed his master. “You aie in a foreign
country. Who knows how the climate
may have affected yon? It is just the
season for ague and fever; and in Eng
land a sore throat is too often the fore
runner of a fever. Let me send for a
doctor—believe me ’tie safest. ”
Bnt Benoni protested that no English
doctor should come near him. They were
all ignorant as dirt—they were butchers!
“Did you not tell me yonrself how a
conclave of physicians gave up the Dnke
of Gloucester for dead—declared his ease
hopeless, and from lhat hoar his Grace
mended! I will not have an English doc
tor to assassinate me. C I will leave your
house sooner, and die in the nearest
ditch.”
“I did not think thou wert such an ob
stinate fool,” exclaimed Sir Jasper, angri
ly; upon which the sick Italian, with a
quickness of temper for which his mas
ter was unprepared, retorted that he
wonld be called fool by no man, and that
he had the honor to discharge himself
from his master’s service, and wonld with
his lordship’s permission, leave the ma
nor house so soon as he should ba well
enough to crawl to a coach.
Sir Jasper made haste to apologize, and
declared he had called Benoni a fool in
his own interest, being so anxious that
he should have the benefit of medical ad
vice. On this Benoni kissed his hand,
and in his turn apologized; but added
that ho felt himself growing old and weak
and that he must retire from service
without delay. With his lordship’s leave
he would travel back to London as soon
as he could bear the journey.
“Old,” cried Sir Jasper; “yon are
soarcely fifty.”
“I feel myself worn out,” replied the
Italian.
The suddenness of all this was incom
prehensible to Sir Jasper. He had coan
ted upon keeping bis servant for the next
twenty years. Never before had Benoni
complained of age of feebleness.
“I daresay the truth of the matter is
that the rascal detests a country life,”
thought the Baronet, “or he has heard of
a better situation. These Italians are
profound dissimulators. There never
was his equal for dressing hair, and he
has a hundred ways of being nsefnl to me.
It will be like the loss of my right hand
to be without him. Yet I had rather lose
him than Sebastian.”
He had left the dog locked in his rooms.
He wonld hardly trust the brute oat of
his sight after the adventure of yester
day.
The morning hang heavy on the fine
gentleman’s hands. A little country life
goes a long way with a man accustomed
to cities. Entertaining the ideas he did
about Benoni’s sore throat, Sir Jasper
was too conscientious to approach Mr. Do-
rillon’s cottage. He roamed abont the
park with Sebastian, explored a neighbor
ing wood, and went home hot and dusty,
wishing that he had a horse to ride, or a
friend to take a band at cards with him.
Benoni had played piquet with him many
a time, when he, the master, was ill; and
now he felt tempted to take a pack of
cards to his valet’s bedside and there be-
gnile a Summer afternoon. Bat this
wonld have been unbecoming, perhaps,
and not without danger, if Benoni’s sore
throat betokened the incubation of an
infections fever.
He went to see his valet, and fonnd him
still faint and weak, indisposed to speak
much of his illness, and totally averse
from receiving medioal advice of any
kind. He had pat on a cold-water poul
tice, he told his master, and this was the
simple and effeotnal remedy for his com
plaint.
Sir Jasper roamed abont the old honse
till dinner-time, looking at the pictures—
which were for the most part trumpery—
bad copies of old Datch and Flemish
masters, spurious Holbeins as hard as
tea-boards, and portraits of departed
Lydfords, life-size, and as works of art
not worth the canvas they were painted
npon.
Before sunset Sir Jasper was quite
worn out. He had yawned until his jaws
ached; he had even began a sonnet after
the Italian, bnt his rhymes did not flow
freely. He cast himself prostrate on a
sofa, and began to be aweary of the sun.
In this state he was discovered by Mr.
Dorillion, who came to the manor-house
full of alarm, having heard from the lad
who worked in his garden, that Sir Jas
per’s valet had fallen ill of a putrid fever,
that his master had taken the infection
from him, and that neither was likely to
live through the night. Sir Jasper was de
lighted to see his friend, yet was anxious
to keep him at arm’s length.
‘I know not if yon are justified in sitting
in the same room with me,” he said; and
and then he told Mr.' Dorillon about Be
noni’s sore throat, and his own suspicions
that it was a case of fever.
“The poor creature’s eyes had a glassy
look, and his pulse was quick and feeble,”
he added. “I fear he is much worse than
he will confess himself.”
“I have some slight knowledge of med
icine,” said the scholar, who had Lord
Bacon’s receipts at his finger's ends, and
believed in that experimental philosopher
as a master of medical science. “I should
be glad to see yonr servant. I might,
perhaps, suggest something. There are
numerous astringents which might be
nsefnl in such a case—‘Red rose, black
berry, myrtle, plantain, flower of pome
granate, mint, aloes well washed, myro-
balanes, sloes, agrestia fragra, mastion,
myrrh ’ ”
“I %oul(l not have yon see him for
worlds,” cried Sir Jasper, catting short
the catalogue; “yon might carry the con
tagion home to Miss Dorillon.”
“Poor child,” said the scholar inno
cently, “she was nigh swooning when
she heard yon were dying. She has a
tender heart. I most hasten back to re
lieve her fears.”
“Ay, do, ” cried Sir Jasper; “I oannot
bear yon to stay in this fever-tainted
house. Bat before you go I must tell
yon of something which happened last
night, and which has pnzzled me sorely.”
Sir Jasper proceeded to relate the dis
appearance of Sebastian, and his reap
pearance under such strange circumstan
ces; the noise faintly heard in the night;
and his discovery of the dog’s blood
stained jowl in the morning.
“This looked like the evidence of a
straggle,” concluded Sir Jasper; “yet I
found my money safe in the cabinet.”
“Do you sleep with your door unlock
ed?” inquired Mr. Dorillon. “I should
have thought in this big lonely house yon
would have turned the key before retiring
to rest.”
“I dare say I might have done so had
there been any key to tnrn. But in this
patrimonial mansion of mine everything
is more or less oat of repair, and the key
of my sitting room is missing.”
Mr. Dorillon threw out a surmise or
two; but his theories were of a strictly
mediaeval character, and he was inclined
to smell magic, or at least witchcraft, in
this mysterious business. Sir Jasper
walked to the ond of the avenue with his
elderly friend, and parted from him with
in a stone’s throw of the cottage. He
went slowly home in the moonlight with
Sebastian; and that tender silvery light
melted him as it had seldom done before,
even amid Italia’s poetic scenery.
“In sooth, I fear I am in love,” he said
to himself, smiling gently at his own
sweet folly. “Yesterday it was Rosaline;
to-day it is Juliet—and Juliet means a
real and fatal passion. But, thank God,
we have no Capnlets and Montagues to
make a brawl over our loves. It rests
bnt with ourselves to marry and be happy
all the days of onr lives.”
He had so good an opinion of his own
merits as to feel very sure of Miss Doril-
lon’s favor. She had well nigh swooned
when she thought he was in danger! Did
not that imply that she loved him?
The household drudge met him on the
threshold of the manor-house with a soar-
let countenance.
“Oh, sir, Mr. Benonny is dying,” she
gasped, “and he wants to see you sore
ly.”
The news smote Sir Jasper to the heart.
He had almost forgotten hia faithful ser
vant in his own happy love dream. And
Benoni had nursed him and watched be
side him in his honr of peril!
He harried to his valet’s room, and
found Florio Benoni sitting np in bed, a
ghastly figure; his face livid, the linen
bandage round his throat crimson with
blood. The old housekeeper was holding
him np. His eyes were turned to the
door, as if watching for his master’s coin
ing-
“My poor Benoni!” said Sir Jasper,
gently approaching the bed. “Bnt, great
heaven! what is this? Yonr throat is
bleeding! Rash man, hast thoa attempt
ed self-destruction?”
“No,” answered Benoni hoarsely; “but
my own crime has destroyed me. I sent
for you, Sir Jasper, first to acquit my soul
by confession of my guilt—if there be a
priest of my churoh within call, I entreat
you to have him summoned—and, next
that my awful fate should prove a warn
ing to yourself.”
“Go,” cried Sir Jasper; taking the
housekeeper’s place beside Benoni; “go
—send a messenger to Taunton. There
may perchance be a Catholic priest in the
town. Lat enquiry be made without de
lay.” ,
The old woman went, shaking her
head doubtfully.
“And now, my poor Benoni, we are
alone,” said Sir Jasper, “rail me, what
means this sad business?”
‘It means that I tried to rob the most
generous of masters,” answered the Ital
ian. “It means that I have been so base
a slave of my own passions, that, having
rained myself at the gaming table—ay,
having played many a time with money
pilfered from yonr lordship—I was pos
sessed with the belief that I could redeem
all I had lost, and make my fortune could
I but furnish myself with a round sum
of money, and play till the dice favored
me—and my run of lack came. Every
man has his fortunate hoar, I thonght;
empty pockets have balked me just at the
turn of luck. We came here, and I was
angry at leaving London. I was pres
ent when yon received that bag of money
and the devil at my elbow whispered,
‘Snch a sum as that would bring yon
certain fortune.’ I wrestled with the
tempter. Indeed, my lord, I did not
yield easily; bat the whisper was always
in my ear—‘You may get the money so
easily. Yon need not harm bim. Ha
will never suspect yon. He can afford to
lose as much, and be no worse off at the
end of the year. It will but stint him of
a few foolish pleasures.’ I listened to
the fiend’s suggestions, and made my
plans. I might have taken the money
bag out of the cabinet in the day-time
while you were oat walking; but had I
done so suspicion wonld have fallen on
me. I must make the robbery to appear
the work of a burglar. It mnst be done
in the night.”
There waa a pause, daring which the
Italian lay back npon the pillow, strag
gling for breath. Throughout his con
fession, speech had been painful to him.
His sentences had come in gasps.
“Tell me no more, Benoni," cried his
master. “I can gness the rest. Yon shnt
my faithfnl dog in some wretched hole—”
“In a cellar under the kitchen. There
was a grating; but I thonght it too small
for him to pass through, even had he got
loose, and he was mnzzled and tied up
with strong rope. I meant to do him no
harm. I should have contrived some
meaae of getting him released after I haH
secured the money, though I might have
feared to go near him myself after having
once betrayed him. ”
“You wonld have been right in that,”
said Sir Jasper. A creature so faithfnl
would have been quick to resent treach
ery.”
“I came to yonr room in the dead of
night, knowing you were a sound sleeper
and believing the dog secure in the cel
lar. I was a desperate man, my lord. The
fiend had me altogether in his grip by
this time. Had you awakened and dis
covered me, I know not of what orime I
might have been guilty. I had a dagger
in my waistcoat. I had scarce crossed
the threshold when the dog flew at me
like a demon, had me on the gronnd,tear
ing my throat. Vainly did I strive to
clutch my dagger; I was pinioned, maul
ed and helpless. When he released me,
I could scarcely crawl from the room. The
wound and the shock together have been
my death. Yes, I feel that this is death
which is creeping upon me. I thought
this morning that I had stannehed the
wound in my throat, but it burst out
bleeding afresh an hour ago, and I feel
that I cannot recover.”
It was death. Florio Benoni's brow
was damp with humanity’s last agony. He
lingered till next morning, conscious to
the last, and, assured of his master's for
giveness, strove hard to make his peace
with God. No priest of the old faith
came to smooth the dying sinner’s pas
sage to eternity. The messenger had
Jailed in his errand. But Benoni died
with a crucifix, that had been bis moth
er’s, clasped in his feeble hands, and be
lieving his sins forgiven.
A year later and the neglected manor-
house waa as pleasant and cheerful a
mansion as could be found in homely old
England; horses in the stalls, dogs in the
kennels, well-bred servants indoors and
out, and all the noise and bustle of busy
life from sunrise to sundown. Sir Jasper
was cared of card-playing and all other
London vices, and at five-and-twenty
fonnd himself, much to his own satisfac
tion, a sober married man, and a country
squire, beloved by his tenants and honse-
ing the life which, perhaps, of all human
existences, is capable of the most pleas
ure and subject to the least care.
And in all his household there was no
member more highly honored than his
faithful dog Sebastian.—Belgravia.
[the end.]
Requisites for a Happy Marriage
A certain sort of talent is almost indis
pensable for people who wonld spend
years together and not bore themselves
to death. Bat the talent like the agree
ment, must be for and about life. To
dwell happily together, they should be
versed in the nieeties of the heart, and
born with a faculty for willing compro
mise. The woman must be talented as a
woman, and it will not much matter al
though she is talented in nothing else.
She must know her metier de femme, and
have a fine touch for the affections. And
it is more important that a person should
be a good gossip, and talk pleasantly and
smartly of common friends and the thou
sand and one nothings of the day and
honr, than that tl)ey should speak with
the tongnes of men aud angels, for a
while together by the fire, happens more
frequently in marriage than the presence
of a distinguished foreigner to dinner.
That people should laagh over the same
sort of jests, and have many a story of
“grouse in the gun-room,” many an old
joke between them which time cannot
wither nor custom stale, is a better prep
aration for life, by your leave, than many
other things higner and better sounding
in the world's ears. Yon could read Kant
by yourself, if yon wanted, but you must
share a joke with some odc else. Yon
can forgive people who do not follow you
through a philosophical disquisition, bnt
to find your wife laughing when you had
tears in your eyes, or staring when yon
were in a tit of laughter, would go some
way toward a dissolution of the marriage.
I know a woman who, from some dis
taste or disability, could never so much
as understand the meaning of the word
politics, and has given np trying to dis
tinguish Whigs from Tories; but take
her on her own politics, ask her abont
other men or women and the chicanery
of every day existence—the rubs, the
tricks, the vanities on which life tarns—
and you will not find many more shrewd,
trenchant and humoroos. Nay, to make
plainer what I have in mind, this same
woman has a share of the higher and
more poetical understanding,frank inter
est in things for their own sake, and en-
dnriug astonishment at the most com
mon. She is not to be deceived by cus
tom, or in ule to think a mystery solved
when it is repeated. I have heard her
say she could wonder hersdlf crazy over
the haman eyebrow. Now in a world
where most of ns walk very contentedly
in the little-lit circle of their own reason,
and have to be reminded of what lies
without by specious aud clamant excep
tions—earthquakes, eruptions of Vesuvi-
ons, banjos floating in mid air at a seance
and the like—a mind so fresh and unso
phisticated is no despicable gift. I will
own I think it a better sort of mind than
goes necessarily with the clearest views
on public business. It will wash. It
will find something to say at an odd mo
ment. It has in it the spring of pleasant
and qnaint fancies. Whereas I can im
agine myself yawning all night long nntil
my jaws ached and the tears came into my
eyes, although my companion on the oth'
er side of the hearth held the most en
lightened opinions on the franchise or the
ballot. —[ Cornhill Magazine.
Grammar lu Rhyqc,
The following on the “Nine Parts of
Speech,” may be very profitably commit
ted to memory. It is the whole of gram
mar:
1. Three little words you often see
Are articles—a, an and the.
2. A noun's the name of anything,
As school, or garden, hoop, or sicing.
3. Adjectives tell the kind of noun,
As great, small, pretty, white or
brown.
4. Instead of nonns the pronouns stand
Her head, his face, your arm, my
hand.
5. Verbs tell of something to be done,
To read, count, sing, laugh, jump or
run.
G. How things are done the adverbs
tell—
As slowly, quickly, ill or well—
7. Conjunctions join the words togeth
er—
As men and women, wind or weath
er.
8. The preposition stands before
A noun, as in or through a door.
9.
Tbe interjection shows surprise
As oh! bow pretty, ah! how wise.
—Burgess’s new “Report on the Arch
aeology of West Indian Rock and Cave
Temples,” magnificently illustrated, will
very soon appear.
—Mr. Br^vnlow, a Suffolk artist,
whose death is announced, was chiefly
known as a painter of cottage life and
rural scenes.
—M. Gaillard, the talented French en
graver, whose exquisite plate after Botti-
oelli is well known among ongravers, is
now engaged upon an engraving after his
own painting of “St. Sebastien” in the
Salon.
—Mr. Woolner is still engaged upon
the statue of Mr. Mill, and will exhibit it
in the next year's academy. It is life-
sized, and the model fs nearly ready.
—Adolf Northen, a battle painter of
hold, popular among his neighbors, liv- a 80111 ® note in the Dusseldorf school, has
lately died. His principal works all had
reference to the Napoleonic, and he is
chiefly known by several large paintings
of the battle of Waterloo.
—A medical work, 3,400 years of age
has just been translated from a papyrus
fonnd on an Egyptian mammy. From
this it appears that hair invigorators,hair
dyes, pain-killers and flea-powders were
just as much in vogne then as now.
—Glycerine—which is very oheap and
has the property of not becoming vola
tile at a high temperature—may, says
an eminent French authority, be burnt
in the ordinary lamps so long as the flame
is kept on a level with the liquid, for its
consistence prevents its ascending the
wick. It barns with a white flame, and,
when combined with substances rich in
carbon, has snflicient illuminating power.
—It has been usually supposed—ozone
being considered an extraordinarily ac
tive form of oxygen—that meat and sim
ilar animal matters are more rapidly af
fected by ozonized air than by ordinary
air. M. A. Boillot, a French savant, hav
ing examined this theory and tested it
practically, flads that the direct contrary
is the case, and that meat may be pre
served without decomposition for a long
er period in ozonized air than in com
mon air. It has been proposed to ozon
ize air intended for breathing, bnt this is
by no means advisable.
—Mr. Schliemann, though powerfully
supported by the foreign Ambassadors of
Constantinople, and by many of the more
enlightened Turkish ministers, hfis,not
been able as yet to carry on his excava
tions at Troy. The Porte granted him a
firman and, after engaging a large number
of workmen, Dr. Schliemann hoped that
nothing would interfere with his fur
ther explorations of the rains at Hissar-
lik. Unfortunately, the Governor of the
Dardeneiles and the Archipelego, Ibra-
ham Pasha, did not approve of Dr. Schli-
emann’s presence.
—A carious little instrument has lately
been invented called the opeidoscope,
which may be said to write down, with a
pencil of light, any sound produced with
in it. It is composed of a two inch tube,
on one end of which a piece of thin rob
ber or tissue paper is pasted. Iu the
centre of the rubber or tissue paper is
fastened a small piece of looking glass—
it shonld be abont an eighth of an inch
sqnare. When the opeidoscope is made,
hold the end with the mirror in the sua-
light, aud the other in the month, so as
to sing or spaak in it. The ray of light
reflected from the mirror falling on a
white surface, will describe curves and
patterns differing for every pitch and in
tensity. The same tones will always give
the same results.
“What wonld be yonr notion of absent-
mindedness?” asked Rnfus Choate of a
witness whom he was cross-examining.
“Well,” said the wtiness, with a strong
Yankee accent, “I should say that a man
who thought he’d left his watch to hum,
and took it oat of his pocket to see if
he’d time to go hnm and get it, was a lee-
tie absent-minded. ”
—A thief in Evansville, Indiana, stole
the contribntion box out of a church. He
evidently went there to prey.
—A lively orop—Hops.
—Cat’s-trophy—A mouse.
—A popular aerial—the corn crop.
—The baby’s little game—Bawl.
—A place for reflection—The mirror.
—Deception one oannot see through—
A glass-eye.
—A sammy-y measure—The thermom
eter.
—The proper name for a new quack
dootress—Charlotte-Ann.
—The defects of great men are the oon-
solation of dunces.
—Why may a tipsy man fall into the
river with impunity? Because he won't
drown as long as his head swims.
—A New Haven scientist shows that
bees have memories. They have a way
of sitting down suddenly and leaving
their memories behind them.
—Mrs. Carr, of Quebec, hanged her
self with her false hair last week. The
coroner’s verdict was that the Carr was
demolished by a misplaced “switch.”
—An educated hog at one of the water
ing places is said to be a good mathemati
cian. No doubt it excels in a “square
root,” and is also good at “subtraction,”
when in a turnip patch.
—Summer hotel landlords complain
that their guests, instead of ordering out
loud “a bottle of wine, gold seal,” mod
estly beckon to the waiter and whisper,
“a pint of lager.”
—Flies are made for some good and
useful purpose after all. if it wasn’t for
the busy flies, men, with the never dying
souls to savA and lots of work to do, would
lie down after dinner and Bleep till six
o’clock every day.
—A negro, about dying, was told by
his minister that he mast forgive a certain
darkey against whom he seemed to enter
tain very bitter feelings, “Yes, sah,” he
replied; “if I dies I forgib dat nigga; bnt
if I gets well dat niggah must take care! ”
—It wasn’t a loaded Onondago county
preacher who recently said: “Brezzern,
szeasier for a cutniil (hie) tgo srough ze
knee of an idol, zan for (hie) a rich man
to live (hie) peazibly with bis tunzzer-in-
law!”
—A citizen of Dakotah took a Turkish
bath in Omaha a few days ago, and died
within an hour. Tbe verdict of the jury
was: “He hadn’t ought to have got so
mnch of the mnd off of him at one time.'”
— “Clarence, yon’ve got a real kind
heart," gratefully observed a young lady
on the oars to a sallow-faced youth, as
he dropped a prize paokage of pop-corn
in her lap. “Yes, Mary, my heart’s all
right, ” he sadly replied, “what I want is
a new liver.”
—A cockney, at the Falls of Niagara,
when asked how he liked them, replied:
“They are ’andsome, qnite so; bnt they
don’t hanswer my hexpectations; besides
I got thoroughly vetted, and lost my ’at.
I prefer to look at ’em in an hengra-
ving, and in the r onse.”
—“Ma, did you say that pa was never
engaged to Miss Sallie Snifkins?” Indig
nant mother, in reply, “He, my dear, he
never even looked at her.” Innocent but
persistent obild: “Ma, if pa had married
Miss Snifkins would I have been red
headed?’ ’
—Standing one day npon a street cor
ner, onr attention was attracted by a
passing funeral procession. The deceas
ed, jndging from the long line of carriages
and the multitude of Irish following the
hearse, mnst have been “a foine onld
Irish gintleman,” and having a curiosity
to know on whose account this great par
ade was being made, we asked an Irish
man standing near, “Who is dead?’’ “In-
dade, snr,” he replied, “I dun know; but
whoever he be, bejabbers and he may he
well proad of his funeral.”
—“Our boy Swipes,” says a California
paper, “is a regular attendant at Sunday
school. Last Sunday his teacher was ex
plaining to the class a chapter in the
Book of Kings. After delivering herself
of what she thought to be a very enter
taining discourse, she asked the class:
“What is a king?” This was a poser to
the class. Finally our boy Swipes, who
is the pride of the Snnday-sehool, held
up his hand. This made his teacher
smile benignly, for she was prond to see
him so ready with an answer. So she said
“Well, Swipes, what is a king?” “Well,
miss, you see, when you get in the king
row and pnt a checker on bim, why then
he’s a king; and when somebody else
leads jack, and then another fellow plays
a queen in pedro, you can make his eyes
hang out by taking them both with a
king.”
Marvels ef Ingenuity.
Some of the marvels of human ingenu
ity may be seen at the Iioodon Scientific
Exhibition. Thus, a machine loaned by
Sir W. Armstrong, the great gunmaker,
measures thickness up to the one-thou
sandth part of an inch, and another, on
the same principle, to the one-millionth
part. Tbe delicate balance of Mr. Oert-
ling carries 3,000 grains, and torus dis
tinctly with the one-thousandth part of a
single grain. Among the historical in
struments is the chronometer sent by the
Royal United Service Institution, which
was twice carried oat by Capt. Cook, and
again by Capt. Osligh in 1787. When
the crew of the Bounty mutinied this
veteran timekeeper was. carried to Pit
cairn’s Island by the mutineers, and sold
by Adams in 1808 to an American captain
who touched there. He sold it in Chili,
and in 1840 it was bonght at Valparaiso
by Sir Thomas Herbet taken to China by
him, and finally bronght back to Eng
land in the Blenheim.—London Times, \
Lawyers.
Mask II. Blahdfoeo Louis F. Garrard.
BLANDFORD A GARRARD,
Attorneys anil Counsellors at Law,
Office No. 67 Broad street, over Wittich k Kin-
sel’s Jewelry Store.
Will practice in the State aud Federal Courts.
s»p4-’75
Til ON. J, CHAPPELL,
Attorney-at-l.aw and Magistrate,
Office over 119 Broad street.
mU12,’76-iy
RBB8B CRAWFORD. J. M. M’NKILL.
CRAWFORD A McNEIEL.,
Attorneys anti Counsellors at Caw,
128 Broad StkRiet, Oolunbus, Ga.
janl6,’76-ly
CHAR1.ES COLEMAN,
Attorney-at-Caw,
Up stairs over U. E. Hochstrasser’s store.
[jan»,’76-ly]
G. E. THOMAS,
Attorney and Connwellor-iat-Lavr,
Officb :
Over Hockstraaser’s store, Columbus, Ga.
£jan9,’76-lyj
E. T. DOWNING,
Attorney and Solicitor.
U. 8. Com’r and Register in Baukruptcy. Office
over Brooks’ Drug Store, Columbus, la.
apr‘20,’76
LIONEL C. LEVY, JR.,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law.
Commissioner of Deeds N. Y. and ocher States.
Office over Georgia Home Insurance Oo.
ESTATES.—special attention to keeping ac
curate accounts, vouchers, tto., ana making
annual returns tor Ouardiaus, Administra
tors aud Executors. decd.’76
R. J. MUSES,
Attorney at law
Office over Georgia Home Insurance Com
pany.
Office hours from 1st October to 1st June, 10
to 4 p. m. oct6-*7&
K. A. BUSSELL. 0. B. RUS8SLL.
ItUSSELL A RUSSELL,
Attorneys at law.
Office :
Over Aree A Murdoch, No 108 Broad street
Will practice in any of the State and Federal
Courts. jun9,’76-ly
CARET J. THORNTON. WM. F. WILLIAMS.
THORNTON A WILLIAMS,
Attorney g-at-Law and Real Estate Agents
Office: Up stairs over the store of O. E.
Hocustrasser, Broad street.
Will practice in the counties of Harris, Tal
bot, Taylor, Marion, Chaltahoouliee and Stew
art ; and in the Supreme Court of the State,
District aud circuit Courts of the United
States, and iu the counties ol Lee aud Kusseli,
Ala.
Will also give special attention to the pur
chase aud sale of real estate, examination of
titles, aud convoyauciug; also, to routing aud
collection of reuts. novl4,’76-ly
Watchmakers.
C. H. LEqUIN,
Watchmaker,
134 Broad stroot, Columbus, Ga.
Watches and Clock* repaired iu the beat man*
uer and warranted. jyl-’75
Tin and Coppersmiths.
WM- FEE,
Worker In Tin, Kheet Irou, Copper
Orders from abroad promptly attended to.
“jyl-’7d No. 174. Broad Street.
Piano Tuning, &c.
E. W. BEAU,
Bopairer mid Tuner of Piauoea, Organa and
Accordeonn. Sign Painting also done.
Oi Jura may be be left at J. W. Pease A Norman's
Book Store. «ep5-’76
Cun and Locksmiths.
PHILIP EIFEER,
Guu and Lockawith, Crawford street, next to
Jolinsou’s corner, Columbus, Ga. jyl-’70
STOVES AND TIN WARE.
W. H. ROBARTS & CO.,
DRALKRB IN
Stoves, Tin-ware,
Sheet Iron and Copper.
WOODEN AND HOLLOW-WARE.
IINE POCKET and TABLE CUTLERY,
and agents for the
F
Celebrated CHARTER OAK Cooking Stove.
Keep a general stock of
HOUSE-FURNISHING GOODS.
Can duplicate the bills of neighboring cities.
49~“<Juick rales and small profits” is our
motto.
Call and examine our goods and prices,
f ont3-t,fl
REAL ESTATE ACENTS.
JOHN BLACKMAR,
Georgia Home Building, next to Telegraph.
Office, Columbus, Ga.,
Real Estate, Brokerage and Insurance
Agency.
LAND WARRANTS BOUGHT.
Refer, by permission, to Banks of this city.
nov3-’75 ti
HIDES.
M. M. HIRSCH
HAS KEMOVED TO
IIIS OLD STAND
ON
Crawford Street,
Near Alabama Warehouse
Where he will continue to PAY tue
HIGHEST PRICES for
Rags, Hides, Furs and Wax
J«8,’7/>-ly
TO THE PUBLIC.
H aving purchased a fine
HEARSE, I am prepared to furnish
tor $4, and Carriages at H each, for funerals.
I will lurnish a Hearse and Carriages at $3
each for the colored people.
dec3o-ly A. GAMMEL.
CARRIAGES,
J^ffAliONS.
Agrlciiltwrol Implement*, Ac.,
Made ami repaired at the lowest CASH
prices, on Wynn’s Hill, near the city, by
aug3-eod&wly W. M. AMOS,
