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i 1 * - ■... —* - ■ % pZa ,x \ miclj^ «*M——— VOL. XIX. NO. 289 I’KEFACE TO A SCRAP BOOK. scrap book; rend it rightly broad bounds of this The world is vou'll sec Thai between the groat mystery— This great hook of life, that begins with life's morning. And ends too with life, in eternity’s dawn- 1113 nuts mingled and mixed, like the frag ments oft seen jn lesser collections (common scrap books, I mean)—• A varied and strange combination. There you llnd— I! seems to be chance, but it may be design ed— Prose and verse, verse and prose ;—unstud ied, unplann’d seems the heterogeneous arrangement, the hand Ibis employed, that lias Ailed the blank pages With the find song of glee, or the wisdom of sages. The pieces arc varied in length, subject, worth;— Here’s a bright little gem, like a spirit of mirth; There, a requiem sad, yet its sweet geutic dirge Tells of those we shall meet, when wc cross t lie dark surge. Here, a quaint II t lie episode;—1some striking story Next tills the blank space, tel’ing briefly the glory Of some noble spirit, who stood face to face With the demons of darkness, and gave to Ids race The best boon e're given—his blood and liis life— As lie went to his rest from the smoke and the strife. lint’t is needless to say any more—or to try: Jiu For the very name “scrap book’’ wou seem to imply Its own miscellaneous nature;—hence I’ll dismiss J11 a very few words what it tells here, of bliss: There, of sorrow;—here, of Joy ; there, dis- pair—by the side Of some love-song—solo trace of a sigh, that died On the still lips that hr eat lied it—may stand rds " burning words from the forum that thrilled thro’ the land. And its populous cities, its woods and its delis Sent ♦ yeir legions to battles, where history dwells. Here, is humor; tlieere, pathos;—here, wit; and there, weeping;— Here, darkness; there, light—strange fel lowship keeping;— Here, stories of laughter—wc smile as we read ;— There, stories of sacrifice—honor the deed ! Here, putient endurance, toil, anguish and death— There, the song of Zephyr, that heals with its breath : All mingling together, and bound in one book ;— Seek the record oflife, for the likeness to look. angel The world is a scrap book ;—if an should rove O’rc its vast varied leaves, all the phases above Would be passed in review. You see this of course Since tlie scenes here recorded have all had their source I11 the scenes or the phantoms of life. But t lie thought Which the metaphor dwells on, is this : I have sought To point out the world in its strange catena tions, Its queer oppositions, its quaint correla tions !— One moment its poetry, again ’tis its prose Holding away in the mind, from the first- page to close In the life both of nations and men;—one day "n the rosy, Ktliere. -egions of art, and again in the pros,-, Perplexing, dull details of work. On one day the world Some great achievement of peace greets with Joy, and unfurl'd On t lie next are the banners of war, and na tion ’Gainst nation is turned. And so thro’ each station. As slowly but surelyroll destiny’s wheel; The bright spirits press on the shadows’ dark heels; And life meets with death In their long si lent game; So sorrow and joy ; so love and so bate;— the same Will continue,—while night follows day, while war follows peace, Till the angel of record flic mandate, “Sur cease /” Shall hear and obey evermore. Anuacalm, sudden, deep. Shall rest on the face of creation. All shall sler Till tin sentinels bright from their stations on high— Wlto for icons have watchod from their star-heights—shall fly Tlio' tlie mersureless regions of space, to proclaim Tlie limit oftime, and their song is tlie same, "All isvell /”—“Time is ended /”—“The great scroll is done, And unrolled in the light of Ktcrnitg's sun .’’’ As their symphony echoes the universe through. It wakes the wide realm like a life-giving dew ; The sleepers rise raptured, forever set free,— And a peace everlasting life's record shall be. For the Sunday Enquirer. A Man Hater. BY A LADY OF COLUMBUS. “I saw such a curiosity to-day, Joe; she’s taken a room at Mrs. Dean’s. She is rather pretty, and I wonder at her strange idea.” Min sipped her coffee daintily, as if she had explained everything fully, instead of leaving me completely in the dark as to the lady’s claim as a curiosity. “Will you enlighten me a trifle, Min ? I am not a mind-reader.” “Oh! I thought I told you!” throwing off her abstraction. “Well, she’s a man hater!” “Is it possible!” “Yes, and why she hates the poor, inoffensive creatures, puzzles me, and I tunut find out.” “Tlie reason is obvious,” I say de cisively. “It is one of three things : She has loved and been jilted—they don’t propose—or, she is strong-mind ed.” “Yes, and all of us who love them are .weak-minded. Complimentary Joe!” “No!” I hasten to disclaim, but riie tiny wrinkle on my wife’s white brow', tells me that she is puzzled—not insulted. “She seems to be poor, Mrs. Deane says, though she paid her month’s rent in advance, and has a silver cup. Now, if I only had an excuse for calling! She might think it idle curiosity if I were to go with out one.” •‘Which would be an unjust suspi cion.” “Now Joe, don’t be tiresome ; why does she hate men?” “There are a great many who bate men, little wife: though it is incom prehensible to you, who have made victims of all you have ever known ; hut some poor women have good mounds for hating them, and I hope your curiosity is so fortified. But I must hurry—I’ve a long list of calls this morning, and unless I break off bom ;1 “little "fascinator,” there will •■e some doctor haters.” I kiss Min’s ‘ed mouth and hasten 011 my rounds. At several places I hear of the fe male “curiosity,” for ours is a small village where every event is known an, l talked thread-bare — where all deception as to age, means and char- ai 'h'r, is an impossibility that none mt the most rash, ha4 ever attempt- So . the mystery of the little man ‘ is only a question of days— 10 urs under Mrs. Deanes’ espionage. At supper, Min has a few more .**>■ ^he was to do her own cook- » on a tiny stove. She had bought d * x,unt * °f butter, sugar, flour, coffee, ed. hater and meat, and didn’t wear a bustle, Min narrated these items with vivac ity, but grew absent when I sug gested that the great mystery had not yet been touched. “No, but it has been confirmed, Instead of going to Mulen’s or Pette- bone’s for her groceries, she went across the tillage to Mrs. Baker’s who buys lier stock by the dollar’s worth. So, she won’t even trade with men.” “Wel^shcis right, there! I would like to trade with Mrs. Baker, who is a worthy woman, but you insist on the others, who are growing rich, called at Mrs. Baker’s to-day, to see her little gill, who is down with fever, and I think she is the only one who did not speak of the stranger» though I saw her leaving, after mak ing the purchases you spoke of.” “Don’t quarrel, and I’ll promise to trade with Mrs. Baker ; but she will have to enlarge her stock, to meet our wants.” “In that way, you encourage her, Now set the lamp over here, and I’ll finish the story I began last night.” She bustled up, helped remove the tea-things, made the hearth tidy and in the soft glow of fire-light and lamp-light, I saw Min’s sweet, fair face lose its puzzled frown and beam with keeu intelligence as she lost herself in the words I read. She looked as she did some months back when I brought her a city-raised girl from a doting grandfather and a legion of male and female worshippers. Of late, I had marked with some dis quietude, a childish curiosity, that I knew came only from the stagnation of our village 'life—knew that only a fixed purpose or object would detach this climbing parasite of gossip, and she would put it under her foot. At the same time, I pretended to humor the disease, knowing that gentle treat ment is always best, so, when I laid down tlie magazine after finishing the story, I began the absorbing topic: “And Min, she looks like a real lady. Y ou forgot to ask me about her, when I si»oke of having seen her. To forget to ask questions, is not laid down in Mrs. Deane’s tactics.” “I thought tactics were war les sons.” “Isn’t gossip a genteel warfare?” “Oh, no! Mrs. Deane’s isn’t a gos sip; She’s always so pleasant.” “That is what renders hpr pleasant She is newsy. A good-hearted wo man, I know, yet she lias many ene mies, simply because she occasionally looks into their business, and some people don’t like it.” “I don’t object. I think where there is anything to conceal, there is something wrong and ought to be re vealed.” “I see you have been studying her tactics, though you skipped the first rules.” “Joe, you are growing crabbed and disagreeable! I expect I shall become a man-hater if youdon’t quit teasing, When my friends speak of persons or tilings, I can’t stop my ears, or deliver a lecture, or get up and flounce out!” “No, but there’s another refuge— silence.” “Oh, I never speak ill of anyone, nor listen to scandal, I only love to find out.” “Well, that sounds very innocent, and I hope you will find out all about the little man-hater—then remedy any wrong.” “That I shall, Joe !” she leaned her sunny head on my knee, and looked up with blue, candid eyes into mine. Truly, she is yet untainted, there is some plea for gossip, if it is as she says—“only to find out.” Several days pass and the subject is half forgotton in my rush of work. A low fever prevails to an alarming extent, and I have no assistance, the other doctor being too old and feeble to visit. Min is of great help tome, though none to my patients, as she knows nothing of nursing or sick ness. On this evening, I was enjoying a comfortable nap before a toasting fire. Min sat with a lapful of crochet work which she had made from a single thread, thereby perplexing me as much as a druggist’s prescription would her dainty little head. I had began to yawn wakefully, and push off my slippers, when she said, grave- *y : * . . , “Joe, the little man-hater is sick, but won’t hear of a physician. She asked Mrs. Deane if there was a doc- tress in the village, and, of course, she told her, no, and besides, that women didn’t have sense and learning enough to make good doctors.” “Mrs. Deane is mistaken! Well, what else ? Has she the fever ?” “No; Mrs. Deane says it’s a ‘general lowness.’ 8he complains of a pain in her side and constant headache.” “That sounds ugly! Y'et, it isn’t my business to thrust my attendance and medicines on people. I hope she will get well without my physic. Cases have been known to do so,senii- occasionally.” I smile. A rap at the door, and following immediately, Mrs. Deane’s corpulent body comes bustling in. “At home at last. I saw you come in, and not go out for the first time in a week, so I judged you were napping after your labor.s” “Have this chair. You judged rightly. My patients are getting better, and I have time to sit down and rest awhile. Your family are all well, I hope ?” “Yes, thank goodness, except that poor [creature who won’t listen to sense nor reason. She laughed in my face, when I told her that you were a good man, if the Lord ever made one, and laughed louder when I hooted at the idea of a woman doctor. ‘That or none,’ she said, so there she lies, needing a gallon of medicine, and all I can do is to advise, and she won’t take that, so what am I to do?” “Perhaps she will do better if left alone.” “No, sir! She acknowledges her self that she needs medical attention, but says, no man shall ever come near her, or do anything for her, is she dies for it.” Mrs. Deane’s face glowed with supreme delight at this morceau. “A very singular case!” I stroke my moustache musingly, and then a thought comes. “Rest easy to-night, Mrs. Deane, I’ll study ways and means by which this obstinate little man hater shall be made well in spite of herself.” “The Lord knows I wish you would. I’m so sorry for the poor thing, trying to be so independent, yet a body with eyes can see. that she was born to be loved and petted—a real man’s woman—so soft and sweet, only sometimes a littleteranky’mi far as your sex is concerned, and I must go back now, for I see somebody knocking at my front door.” “You will hear from me to-morow, about our patient. I feel strongly interested in her, as much for her gentle, lady-like ways as for ■being a rara avis." “Yes, she’s a rare one. Mrs. Deane comfortably misappropriated one of my pet phrases, and unconsciously fitted it rather well. “Now what scheme have you, old Plotter?” Min asked after showing our neighbor out; and seating her plump self on my knee. Simply for you to take my place —to be Mrs. Dr. Joe Guy on in truth as well as on the cards.” “Oh, you sweet old goose! Don’t you know that I can’t tell salts from arsenic, and couldn’t read one of those things you send to the druggist, if I died for it.” “I know that you are a little igno ramus, in these things, and all I wish you to do is to feel her pulse, roll your eyes and pretend to write a pre scription.” “Oh, look at her tongue, Joe,” she nodded wisely. Yes, be sure to look at her tongue; see whether it is furred, or red, or what; ask all her symptoms, then tell me right away, and we’ll soon have her well.” The next morning Min was intro duced by the unblushing Mrs. Deane, as Dr. Mass, a contraction of her maiden name Massey, and to tell it in her words: “I looked as stern and cross asold Blue Mass himself. I felt her pulse, only I am afraid I got too high up, for I could hardly feel any pulsation, and she said timidly, ‘I thought it was a little lower down on the wrist.’ ‘I was feeling the upper pulse, madam,’ I said pompously, now for the lower one,’ and I slid my fingers down. She looked meek ly on, as if she had learned some thing new, but I came awfully near laughing, because I saw Mrs. Deane grow red in the face and go shut one of the blinds. ‘A trifle more light, Mrs. Deane,’ I called out impatiently. I wish to see the patient’s tongue. Let me see the tongue, madame! Ah nice and white—no fur on it. A little red on the edge, but we’ll soon have it white all over.’ Mrs. Deane then became so convulsed at something that she left the room. ‘I thought my tongue was too white,’ she meek ly expostulated. ‘Not at all, as long as It has no fur on it’. ‘But I thought the white was thefur,’ she said; Joe, I came near gasping! ‘Is that white looking covering /to-?’ ” When I could command language to explain, from my long and loud laughter, I told her that the white covering was an unhealthy excres- ecnce, that we denominated fur. “Well, why didn’t you explain be fore. There I was, making a little goose of myself, talking of something I knew nothing about.” You should have done like some bald-heads and gray beards that I know—looked wise and said noth- it “I did talk too much,” she allowed candidly; “overdid my part, but when your medicines bring her all right, she’ll think that I was ofily absent-minded.” She laughed out merrily, and I kissed the sweet, rosy mouth out of which the funny mis takes had isstrecl. My wife now made daily visits, though after the first the little man- hater astutely guessed the state of the case—that my Min was a good-heart ed little-go-between, amVdelicately hu mored her, for a time, in the belief that she was undiscovered. They became great friends, and one day® she unbosomed herself. Min can tell things better than I, so she shail tell it as she told me. It is horrid and awful mean of them. I would hate them too. She says that her step-father treated her poor invalid mother so cruelly that she began by hating him. He broke her mother’s heart by his tyranny and infidelity. But she loved his daugh ter, Ruth Garner, who is a most love ly character, so unlike her father in her truth and unselfishness. This father was a perfect terror to both of them, and so they grew up together to the age of eighteen, and then they met a young man just home from col lege. He was as handsome as a pic ture. Dark, clear complexion, great brown eyes and yellow curly hair. Just think how splendid!” Min clasped her hands, and I demurred that that was not my ideal of a hand some man. “Y’ou jealous beast—nor mine, but I must give justice. Well, he and Violet fell in love at once, and without delay, and loved much. Oh, you should hear her tell how she loved him, but the step-father oppos ed -violently, and as he was her le gal guardian, she had to meet her lover on the sly, and here Ruth was of great assistance. She would plan their meetings and qui vive for them. She was, O so happy for a time! she says that she felt that such happiness could not last. Oh, haven’t told you even his name— Malcom Byrne!” “Ah!” “Isn’t it pretty ? WeH, she began to observe, after ar time, that he look ed absent aud'gloomy, and seemed in * hurry Jo get away from her pres ence^/She tried to think that it was hef'unagination, until one day, she asked Ruth .if she had noticed any ing wrong in' Malcom’s manner. She was a dear, truthful thing, Vio let says, and couldn’t tell a falsehood so stammered that she had, and that if she were in Vi’s place she would stand no such. Men were all that way. Just let them think a woman loved them and then they would try to walk on them. She only wished that Malcom Byrne had her to deal with instead of a poor little loving thing like Violet. This put Vi on her metal, and she asked Ruth what she would do.‘I would have him at my feet in a day’s time, whining for a smile like a whipped schopUgJ simply by pretending to him Ilia cared for him no longer, and wished to lie released.’ Vi told her that she couldn’t carry out such a plan that the mere thought of it was such misery to her that she would be sure to break down in the attempt. ‘Very well, go on playing the love-sick maid, and see how quick he’ll jilt you. He is going to the North to morrow on a short trip; you had bet ter write it, and then there’ll be no danger of your breaking down, and he’ll be on his good behavisur when he comes back.’ So she wrote the letter, and came near fainting when she saw Malcom Byrne coming up the steps. Ruth gave her a look, and how she did it she doesn’t know, but she nodded carelessly to him,then ex cused herself. She barely had time to notice a dark flush come over his face, and heard him laugh harshly as he made some remark to Ruth, and she carried her heavy heart slowly up the stairs and spent the night in tearsi agony and prayer. Ruth gave him the letter, and said he laughed very much over two mis-spelt words and thought that she had better finish her education before marrying. Now wasn’t that hard-hearted and insult ing? Ruth hated to tell Violet how cold and indifferent he seemed after reading the letter, and duty compell ed her to say—relieved; and if she were in Vi’s place, she would never speak to him again. Which advice she was compelled to take, as he left that night for the North. Vi was then sick for weeks, and Ruth nursed her faithfully, and vowed that if it was ever in her power she would give him ‘pepper’ for abusing the love and trust of the dearest, sweetest, best girl in the world. Violet gets charm ing letters from this Ruth Garner, who must be a person of heart and character. Well, what does this step father do but runaway with all Vi’s money, about twenty thousand dol lars, leaxdng her about six hundred- Hq left Ruth well provided for, and she lives with an aunt. So poor Vi was left homeless. This treatment, with that of her lover’s, almost un settled her reason, and when it re turned with her health,she felt no emo tion but that of hatred to all mankind and indifference to all else. She came here to economize and review her studies with’the purpose of making a support by teaching, when this sickness prostrated her again. And now comes the worst of all, showing how self-sacrificing a woman can be. Ruth has just written her a dear, loving letter, yet inflicting at the the same time, a blow. She told her that Malcom Byrne had come back, and of her many plans of revenge, she could think of no surer one than to marry him. He was very much in love with her, and that a woman eould work a revenge so much more completely, if she had him in her power and constantly at her side. So she proposed to marry him before a great while, and from that time, she would ‘pepper’ him. Isn’t that no ble of her, Joe ? She doesn’t love him, and, as she says, she is laying herself on the “sacrificial altar,” for dear Vi’s sake. And poor silly Vi actually cried, Joe, and said she would rather Ruth wouldn’t make such a sacrifice, and hastened to write and beg that she wouldn’t so immolate herself. Min ended breathless.” “And that is the man-hater’s story! You say it happened a year ago. And that is why Malcom Byrne’s eyes were so sad, and his brow so clouded when he wrung my hand aud told me ‘good-bye,’ before starting to Eu rope, saying, at the same time—for I had told him of our coming marriage ‘Good luck to you, Joe ! but mind she doesn’t jilt you. They’re a de ceitful lot, the whole of them.’ I wondered at the time that a boy of his noble nature should speak in that way of woman, but thought it only a manish affectation. So that’s the reason. Poor Malcom—poor Violetj! Both dupes to the self-sacrificing Ruth!” “O Joe, what an unjust suspicion ! The writer of those letters must be true and good.” “We’ll see about that! Now what is the address ? We used to corres pond, and I think I owe him a let ter.” ‘That is a good idea!” Min sprang up and gave me a writing desk and the address, and throwing her hand kerchief over hersunny,braided head, was off again to my rival’s—Miss Violet West’s. The letter was answered in person two days after by Malcom Byrne, who grasped my hand and asked without salutation : “Is Vi better?” “Nothing amiss there, boy, but a few heart-strings put out of tune.” “And you know, my friend, that it was no fault of mine.” “I believed so, or should neverhold your hand.” “God knows I have thought that my heart-strings would break under the cruel rack of the past year, think ing that Vi was tired of me; that she j Moved another. Then that cold letter of dismissal which you explained, and so.attuned my heart to its old love song. Thank God, and thank you, my friend.” “No, no, you must thank this little lady, Mrs. Dr. Guyon.” They both laughed—Min with a blush—for in my long letter I had omitted nothing^ “Now come, we’ll have dinner; then Min will run over aud attune Miss Violet’s heart-strings by the good news. Then wtS’ll have the harmony of ‘two hearts that beat as ohe,’ ” &c. “Joe is growing sentimental and flowerj' in his old age,”’Min laughed happily as we seated ourselves around the board. Malcome ate sparingly of our well cooked little dinner, and after he had placed his knife and fork, mid the servant had gone out, Min said ner vously: “Now, Mr. Byrne, in jetqjn' finr klnifiUwj J[M» JBMCtfiffL - - - l' rendered, will you please tell us here alone why you treated Vi as you did?” He looked surprised for a moment, then—“I loved Violet with all the love of man’s first passion. I was per fectly happy until Miss Ruth Garner hinted to me one day that Violet was not perfectly happy—that she had mistaken a feeling of friendship for one of love, and shuddered at thoughts of marrying me. Of course this was ‘confidential’—‘only observe how she trembled and turned from me. ’ I did observe, and was confirm ed by the cold letter. So I went away with more sorrow at my heart than I thought a man could bear and not go mad. At intervals a kind letter from Miss Ruth would cheer my soli tary wanderings. Then I began to notice in them a—a kind of warmth.” Pie grew embarrassed and I nodded. “That at first I attributed to a man’s vanity.” O, yes, they’ve plenty of it,” Min Interrupted, with an innocent look at me. But after a while, they grew un mistakable. She had lost her heart, she said, to one who had squandered his affections on a jilt, but she lived for others, and if I would return to her she would thank heaven that she had snatched a ‘brand from the burn ing,’ and she would make me happy by her love.” Tlie Hypocrite!” and the little man- hater stood from behind the curtains that fell around the bay window, with Hashing eyes, flaming cheeks and outstretched hands. “O Mal- com, she has made all the trouble be tween us; she loved you from tlie first, and we were like clay in her hands.” A glad light flashed on his face as he went swiftly to meet her. Then Min and I looked out of the window, and Min caller! out, without turning: “OVi! you spoilt it all! Why didn’t you wait?” country said she liked cow milk bet ter than city milk. —Conclusive—“Mankind,” said a preacher, “includes woman; for man embraces, woman.” —The wiso man weareth t; combi- nation lock on his nwmth, c sariMwM ’niemb&rs the number thereof only at mealtime. —The Brooklyn Eagle thinks it better to have less pomp at wedding ceremonies and more pork and pota toes afterwards. —Sampson Goliah presented a pe tition for an increase of pension in the United States Senate. Truly a gigantic name. —The man who said he had just got out of a tight place had been seen a few minutes before wiping his mouth in a drinking saloon. —Girls who are not handsome hate those who are, while those who are handsome hate one another. Which class has the best tune of it. —It is said that the kind mothers down east are grown so affectionate that they give their children chloro form previous to whipping them. —“My opinion is,” said a philo sophical old lady of much experience and observance, “that any man as dies upon washing day does it out of The Ores* American Telia. The relic hunters are a feature of Niagara. In addition to the numer ous Indian stores in the village, one meets a blind woman a lame man, or a crippled child on every comer and every turn. I shook them all off ex cept a one-eyed man with a scar on his nose. He made up his mind that I was his meat, and he headed me off from the Goat Island Bridge and asked: “Any specimens ?” “No, sir.” “Any rock ornaments ?” “I couldn’t t” a smotheredvowe*^H®ad:snowd it to him. “Think of me plied,and Min pfnehedmetokeep' tor P° more > he whispered huskily. looking—out of the window. After keeping us for a time gazing idiotic ally at nothing, Miss Vi’s natural tones came. “There, Malcom! We ought to have behaved better before company.” “That doesn’t matter for us, only it isn’t so nice for you," Min says. “She speaks knowingly,” I say to Malcom. He answers with a glowing, grate ful smile at Min, who assumes great dignity, a3 she says, to my astonish ment : I thought there was something wrong about that Ruth Garner, and determined to find it out. Don’t be too credulous hereafter, Vi! Remem ber that our sex is harder and more cruel to each other than the other sex to us. Never hate men again—they are so easily duped, so inoffensive, so noble, that it is unwomanly to hate them!” “Let us hope that Miss Ruth, the true, the candid, will be laid on the ‘sacrificial altar’ by some stern hus band, and be well ‘peppered,’ ” I say, unctuously. Bird’s Wings for Bonnets.—As soon as they have been removed from the bird, rub plenty of salt on the joint—or pulverized borax is better- pin them firmly on a hoard, spread as desired; place a heavy weight on and leave them for a day or two; then remove the weight; rub tlie joint with borax, and place in a cool, shady place until they become dry and are in shape. Discoloration of Imfant’s Teeth.—Clean them every day with borax; if a brush is too severe try a soft cloth, dipped in borax either dis solved in warm water or pulverized; if the gums are tender the borax will heal and harden them. A Receipt for Making the Complexion Soft and Fine.— Make a linen bag large enough to hold a quart of bran; put it in a ves sel and pour two quarts of boiling water on it; let it stand all day, and at night on going to bed take the bag out and wash the face with the bran water; in the morning -wash it off entirely with distilled rain water. In a very short time it will make a coarse skin feel like velvet. The Care of Plants.—For the benefit of those who have drooping house-plants, I will suggest that the dirt should be shaken from the roots, and they be placed in fresh mold, a large quantity of which can be pro cured at any florist’s for five or ten cents. The trouble in many cases will be found to be the angle worms which feed on the small roots. One Way to Do It.—The lady who wishes to gain strength and re duce stoutness, must eat meat and beef tea, no hominy, groats or cream. She ean drink claret, but not ale or beer, and if she can take exercise enough to digest her food, she may hope to gain strength and reduce the flesh. To Cure Chills and Fever.— Sleep in a well lighted room, with gas, lamp, or candle burning all night —keep the room well ventilated and a basin of water in it, uncovered, or a wet towel placed before the window; wash in salt water; rub the body and limbs with alcohol or liquor twice a week; eat plenty of good nourishing food; keep the bowels regular; avoid walking or exposing yourself to the rays of the sun; take three to five grains of quinine daily; also a glass of brandy and five drops of muriatic tincture of iron dally; the brandy and iron should not be taken until the fever is broken. spite. —If she doesn’t invite you into the house after having escorted her home, it isn’t worth while to waste any more ice cream on her—your case is hopeless. —Jennie June affirms that during the past season Anna Dickinson had an opportunity to form two matrimo nial engagements, one with no less a personage than Gen. B. F. Butler. —“How is it that you have never kindled a flame in any man’s heart?” asked a rich lady of her portionless neice. “I suppose, aunt, it is because I am not a good match,” meekly re plied the poor neice. “My dear,” said a hnsband, in startling tones, after awaking his wife in the night, “I have swallowed a dose of strychnine!” “Well, then, do for goodness sake lie still, or itinay come up.” The politest of all darkies lives near Newark. When he meets a gen tleman of his own color by moonlight lie says: “Mr. Sam, do you know any place in de neighborhood whar a gentleman might borrow a chicken?” —Everybody thought it was a match, and so did he, and so did she; but last evening at a croquet party, she hit her pet corn a whack with the mallet that sounded like a torpe do, and he—lie laughed. “We meet as strangers,” she w r rote on her cuff —The phrase “to die in the last ditch” was first emplbyed, w’e believe by William of Orange. “Do you not see your country is lost.” said the Duke of Buckingham, who had been sent to negotiate at the Hague, when England and France leagued against Ilollan d. “ There is a sure way never to see it lost,” replied William, “and that is to die in the last ditch.” —Literary young man at a party: “Miss Jones, have you seen Crabbe’s Tales?” Y T oung lady, scornfully, “I was not aware that crabs had tails.” Literary young man covered with confusion: “I beg your pardon, ma’am; I should have said, read Crabbe’s Tales?” Young lady, angri- ly-scomful: “And I was not aware that red crabs had tails, either.” Ex it young man.” —Mortifying Occurrence: . “You see, my dear,” he explained, “the man was climbing the ladder. with a hodful of mortar on his shoulder. Just as I passed under it he slipped, and the whole contents of the hod came down on my head.” “How rid iculous you must have looked!” she replied. “On the contrary, my dear, I was sub-lime.” —A milkman was lately seeking the aid of the police to trace the whereabouts of a family who had left the neighborhood owing him eighteen dollars. “Well, I suppose there was nine dollars’ worth of wa ter in that milk account,” remarked the policeman. “That’s where it galls me—that’s where it hurts,” re plied the dealer. “They were new customers, and I hadn’t commenced to water the milk yet.” —Not long ago they had a Sunday school picnic down at the Cascade, and the two senior deacons threw a couple of lemons and a pint of sugar in the creek, and charged strangers five cents every time they took a drink. —There is nothing that will tend to make a man forget to ask a bless ing at the breakfast table quicker tlian to sit 011 a plate of seft-boiled eggs that the cook left on the chair while she tied her shoes or to take a three-story swallow of baked coffee that he thought was iced. —The late Mrs. Jane W was equally remarkable for kindness of heart and absence of mind. One day she was accosted by a beggar, whose stoutjand healthy appearance start led her into a momentary doubt of the needfulness of charity in this in stance. “Why,” exclaimed the good old lady, “you. look well able to work.” “Y’es,” replied the suppli cant, “but I have been deaf and dumb these seven years.” “Poor man, what a heavy affliction !” ex claimed !Mrs. W , at the same time giving him relief with a liberal hand. On returning home she men tioned the fact, remarking, “What a dreadful thing it is to be deprived of such precious faculties!” “But how,” asked her sister, “did you know that the poor man had been deaf and dumb for seven years?” “Why,” was the quiet and unconscious an swer, “he told me so.” Astonishing Suffew. It is the duty *of every person who has used Boschee’s German Syrup to let its wonderful qualities be known to their friends in curing Consumption, severe Coughs, Croup, Asthma, Pneu monia, and in fact all throat and lung diseases. No person can use it without immediate relief. Three doses will re lieve any case, and we consider it the duty of all Druggist to recommend it to the poor dying consumptive, at least to try one bottle, as 40,000 dozen bottles were sold last year, and no one case where it failed was reported. Such a medicine as the German Syrup can not be too widely known. Ask your Druggist about it. Sample bottles to try sold at 10 cents. Regular size 75 cents. For sale by Druggists. myS diwly To Wash Red Flannel.—Make a warm suds; use very little soap; add a teaspoonful of pulverized borax to every pail of water; rub on the board, or, if possible, only with the hands; rinse in one plain *warm wa ter p wring or press very dry: shake well before hanging in a shady place to dry. “Any bullets from the battlefield of Lundy’s Lane ?” “No, sir.” “Any bead work?” “No, sir.” “Any pea-shooters for the chil dren ?” “No, sir.” “Any Indian pipes ?” “No, sir. 1 ’ “Any canes?” “No, Sir.” I worked past him on the bridge, and while I was viewing the rapids he came up and asked— “Any tobacco pouches ?” “No, sir.” “Won’tyoujplease buy something?” he entreated, scratching the scar on his nose. “Not a pennyworth, sir. I came here to view tldl grandeur of Niagara, to feel awed and puzzled, to drink in all that’s solemn and magnificent in the cataract—and if you follow me on that island I’ll murder you?” I was was walking down tlie island when I heard a hard breathing be hind, and lo! there was the one-eyed man again. “Want to buy any relics ?” he ask ed, as he came up. “No, sis.” “Want to buy any battles from the bullet field of Lundy’s Lane?” “No, sir.” “Want to buy any—” It was my first murder, and it makes me shudder to think of it. It is no trifling thing to brain a one- eyed man with a scar on his nose and throw his body over a cliff, and I’m sorry I did it. I see now that it was my duty to have permitted him to bore me to death. A Judge of Picture*. The Chief of Police was visited by a sharp-nosed, keen-eyod woman who iea a carried a chromo, 10x14 in size in her hand, and who placed it before him and asked: “Are you a judge of chromos and oil paintings ?” “Well, I can tell what suits me,” he replied. “Can you tell one from the other?” “Yes,’m.” “And what do you call this?” “That is a chromo.’ r He wanted to say that it was the worst one he ever saw, but he didn’t. “Now, you are sure, are you ?” she asked. “Certainly I am.” “Welly that makes me feel a good deal better. . I bought that yesterday of an agent for a chromo, and he had scarcely left the house, when some of the neighbors came in and said he’d swindled me, and that it was nothing but an oil painting. I thought I’d bring it down and get your opinion, and you say it’s a chromo, do you ?”£ “Ido.” “All right—thanks! I’ve always been an enthusiastic patron of art,and if that man had got four dollars out of me on false pretenses, it would have kind o’ set me against the old masters.” We too often mistake strong feel ings for strong character. A man who bears all beforehim,beforewhose frown domestics tremble, and whose bursts of fury .make the children of the household quake because he has his way in all things, we call him a strong man. The truth is that he is a weak man; it is his passions that are strong—he, mastered by them is weak. AN OPEN LETTER TO THE PUBLIC. New York, October 1st, 1877. I have devoted twenty years of pa tient study to the Liver and its relations to the hnman body, in search of a rem edy which would restore it, when dis eased, to its normal condition. The result of that labor has been the pro duction of TITT’S UVEB PILLS. Their popularity has become so extend ed and the demand so great as to induce unscrupulous parties to counterfeit them, thereby robbing me of the re ward, and the afflicted of their virtues. TO CAUTION THE PUBLIC, and protect them for vile impositions, I have adopted a new label, which bears my trade-mark and notice of its entry in the Office of the Librarian of Con gress, also my signature, thus: -ff- AS-to COUNTERFEIT this is forgery.“®& Before purchasing, examine the label closely. THE GENUINE TUTT’S PILLS exert a peculiar influence ^pn the sys- . Their action is prompt and their good effects are felt in a few hours. A quarter of a century of study of the Liver has demonstrated that it exerts a greater influence over tlie system than any other organ of the body, and when diseased the entire organism is deranged. It is specially for the heal ing of this vital organ that I have spent so many years of toil, and having found the remedy, which has proved the greatest boon ever furnished the afflict ed,shall they be deprived of its benefits, and a vile imitation imposed upon them? Letthelionestpeopleof America see to it that they are not defrauded. Scruti nize the label closely, see that it bears all the marks above mentioned, and buy the medicine only from respectable dealers. It can be found everywhere. Very respectfully, XV. It. TUTT. .A. COUGH, COLD, Or Sore Throat REQUIRES 1H1SDIAT8 ATTENTION A continuance for any length or time causes irritation of the Langs, or some chronie Throat affection. Neglect oftentimes results in some in. cnrable Lnng disease. BROWN’S BRON CHIAL TROCHES have proved their efficacy by a test of mamy years, and will almost invari* ably give immediate relief. Obtain only BROWN’S BRONCHIAL TROCHES, and do not take any of the worthless imitations that may be offered. de2 dim A PHYSIOLOGICAL ! and COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1877. BANKING AND- INSURANCE. -v, GROCERIES. A. M. ALLEN, President. O. S. JORDAN, Treasurer* Pioneer Stores. Pioneer Buildings, Front Street, opposite E. & P. Mills. TWO ITBW STORES FULL OF XBW GOODS! AGENTS FOR CHEWACLA LIME COMFY, AND WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN QEXBB.AI1 MEHOHANDIJSSI. GROCERY DEPARTMEMT, DRY GOODS DEPARTMENT, CROCKERY OF EYERY STYLE, CLOTHING IN ENDLESS VARIETY BOOTS and SHOES, especially made for us. E VERYTHING NE7W! Everything bought for cash. Everything sold close. The cele* brated CAEWACLA LIME, by car load, barrel or bushel. All retail purchase, dellv- ered in Browneville, Girard, Rose Hill, Wynnton and the city. A. M. ALLEN, late of Allen, Preer & Illges; OBCAR S. JORDAN, late salesman Eagle St Phenix; TIIOS. CHAPMAN, late Chapman dc Verstille; WM. COOPER, late Grocer, will bet CARRIAGES, WAGONS, Ac. ‘ SMITH & MURPHX, City Carriage Works, COIiUMBUS, OA., K EEP constantly on hand and man* ufoctnre to order all styles of CARRIAGES, RQCKAWAYS, BUG GIES& SPRING WAGONS. We gaurantee to give a better Vehi cle for less money than was ever be fore sold in this market. We will du- •nlicate any work brought to this mar ket. Special attention given to repair ing in all its branches. Satisfaction gauranteed as to work and price. Factory on Bryan Street, between Broad and Oglethorpe Streets. Ware-room Southwest corner Bryan and Oglethorpe Streets. octtl d2tmwAwOm H- CL ZM’ICEE GUNBY BUILDING, ST. CLAIR STREET, —DEALER IN- ~ " _ * Vagans Of Every Description, at Prices to suit the times. W HAT you don’t see ask for, and he will exhibit cuts (from reliable builders) of any Vehicle manufactured, which he will furnish upon short notice, at manufacturer’s prices. All work sold and warranted will be protected. Has now in stock and will continue to receive flesh supplies, of Buggy, Carriage and other Harness; Gents’ and Ladies’ Saddles in great variety: Collars, Hames, Bridles,&c.; Whips,Carry Combs, Horse Brushes,&c. feT ALL WILL BE SOLD AT CLOSE PRICES. ociltid&wly TT- O. ACo! “THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.” lot THE OLDEST LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY IN THE UNITED STATES. Incorporated. 1888. Tlie Nev England Hitnal Li Inne Co, BOSTOTKT, Assets, January, 1877, - - • $11,515,802.00 Premiums Received in 1876, - - • 1,996,286.84 Interest Received in 1876, .... 804,531.47 Death Claims Paid in 1876, - - - - 806,462.00 T HE POLICIES of this noted OLD COMPANY are issued under the.M&ssachusette Non- Forfeiture Law, by which policy-holders arc protected for a giveu time after payments of Premium have ceased, no other condition of the policy being violated. Under the law the NEW ENGLAND MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY paid in 1875 *77,351.70; and in IS76, $25,000 on 31 policies, on which the premium payments Had ceased. During tlie last 33 years, this company has issued policies to the amount of *150,000,000 upon 55,000 lives, and has paid in death claims and endowments *10,600,000, and has return ed to its policy-holders more than $7,000,000 in dividends. Being a purely Mutual Company, every holder of a policy is a member of the Company, and is entitled to a vote at its annual meetings, and to his IU11 pro rata of the entire proflta • of the Company. , With a membership of 21,000, tin ample reserved fund and an annual income exceeding _ $3,000,000, it is safe to say that the future operations of the Company will prove as advan tageous as those of the past have been. a < > &sF' The Dividends in this Company are equal to those of any other, and tb* interest Receipts of the past two years have been- sufleient to pay all death claims. Applications received aud policies promptly issued through D. F. WILLCOX, Agent, declooJtf 71 Broad street. HTo. 92 Broad Sreet, Bepresenting Fourteen Million Dollars Capital. SOUTHERN MUTUAL INSURANCE COMPANY, Athens, Gft» , 1‘IKENLX INSURANCE CDMPANYV Hartfopd,Coun. MANHATTAN INSURANCE COMPANY:; New ^fork. LANCASHIRE INSURANCE COMPANY, Manetiester,. Eng. , SOUTHERN MUTUAL returns fifty per cent, premium to the insured, aad no liability to policy holders. MANHATTAN will insure Gia House* at lowest ruling rates. $25,000 deposited with the State as security for policy holders. [OTggtly} ■’ ■ . . . ; Made toy tne In the State of Georgia, tor the protection of her policy holders. OUR DPOSIT is ample for the protection of our patrons. WE REPRESENT THE HOME OF NEW YORK Capital and Assets $ 6.500,000 LONDON ASSURANCE CORPORATION “ « 14,000,000 MOBILE UNDERWRITERS’ - “ “ “ 1,260,000 PETERSBURG SAVINGS and INSURANCE... “ «* « 000,000 *6* Risks will be watiten at rates as low, Aftyostments wiU be made a* liberally, aad payment* <»y i made as promptly, as bf any other first-class company represented in Georgia. Office in Georgia Home building. sep!6 eodtf