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O etwee ©eoratnii. BY BREWSTER & CO. STATE GOVERNMENT. James M. Smith, Governor. N. C. Barnet, Secretary of State. J. W. Goldsmith. Comptroller General. John Jones, Treasurer. Joel Branham, Librarian. John T. Brown, Principal Keeper of the Penitentiary. Gustavus J. Orr, State School Commis sioner. , » . i J. N. Janes, Commissioner .of Agricul- ture. . Thomas D. Little, State Geologist. juimuv- F.T,r« RTOOK CIRCUIT. Neel B. Knight, Judge.' C. D. Phillips, Solicitor General. Time of Holding Court. . Fe,,ru ' ary, ana first Monday tn nugtwr. -» CoiUfc—Second Monday in Marc. 4 anti N Dawww—Third Monday in April and second Monday Fannin—Third Monday in May and Oe- Monday in April and fourth Monday in Aiunist On. mar -Second Monday in May and Monthly tft April and Monday in March and Monday ft, September. * ' , Towns—Monday after fourth Monday in Mav and October. Union—Fourth Monday in Mav and Oc tober. COUNTY OFFICERS.. C. M. McClnre, Ordinary. Regular court first Mnmtav in each month. J. W. Hudson, Ckrk Superior Court.. M. P. Morris. Sheriff. H. G. Gramling. Deputy Sheriff. J»hn G Evans, Treasurer. Wt*. N. Wt*on.<Tax Rtwifcr. Joseph G. Ihmree.Tax (Wleetor. Wm. W. Hawkins, Surveyor. Wna. Ramplcy,-Coroner. JUSTICE COURT—CANTON DIS. Jo«*nh E. H’it«nn. J. P. 7?. F. Daniel. N.’ P. IL G. Daniel, L. C TOWN GOVERNMENT. W. A. Tcnslv, Mayor. .1 W Hudson, Recorder. J. M. McAfee. J. B. Bulan. Jamra O. Dowds, N. J. Garrison, Jabez GaV, Alder men. COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION. J«me*O. Dowda, President. James W. Hudson, County School Com missioner. Prof. James U. Vincent. Examiner. Joseph M McAfee. Alien Keith. Joseph J. Maddox, John R. Moore. Meetings quarterly, in the court-house. CT|EpOKEE TEACHERS’ ASSOCIA- Jamre O. Tkrwdn. President. M. B. Tuggle, Vice-President. C. M. McClure, Secretary. J. W. Attaway. Treasurer. John D Attnwav, Uaishr Morum." Prof. Janies U. Vlntamt, Association f <|- meetings every second Saturday in each month, at 10 a. m. REUGWUS. Q Baptist Church, (Xnton (Kk ihne of mrvire fourth Sunday in each month. Rev. M. B. Tuggle, Pastor. M. E. Church, time of service, preachers ia charre. Rev. R. R. Johnson, first Sunday. Rev. B. K. second. » Rev. J. M. Hardin, third. MASONIC: Canton TiOlmik, No. 77, meets first and thiol Monday nights in each month. Joseph .M McAfee, W. M. B. K. Ledbetter, Secretary. Sura IxuwiK. No. 282, meets first amt third Saturday*. 2 p. m. (U -W. M. O. W. I*uJtman, Secretary. GOOD TEMPLARS. Canton Lodge, No. 119, meets every Saturday. 8 p. m. • t. B TTMland, W. C. T. George I. Tcasly, Secretary. GRANGE. v "”““ Joseph M. McAfee. Secretary. ATTEN r riON. Cttilfifts And Ffttnfis of the M. * N. G. Railroad! josehFelsas, At the old Pinckney Young Corner, rtoßGtx; Baa a large stock ol DRY GOODS. notions, bats, clothing. I CROCKERY WARE I BOOTS AND SHOES—the beat eust*»m maJe work. Which he effora cheap at Panic Prices. Cad and see for voureelf. No trouble tp ; demmWHte trf yon what is on m srii- ‘ ing geods bow' during panic tinMF. when | lmust be sakl for cash, amt casta mdy.; Thanking all my friends for their libera! palxiMiage, and asking a continuance of the ■■■HKU I am, I etv rv*|*. duDv, .. JOSLWI ELSAS. C.IXTOX, CHEROKEE COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 15, 1876. A NTCHT-WATCir. She lay in her chamber dying. Trough all of the sweet, June dav, And the long, long hours till midnight, Iler sweet life ebbed away. Weary with pain and waiting, Since niglitfall she Ijad slejN ; The watchers hu«hed their vleepihg, And close to the bedside crept. For fainter came, and slower, The breath through her parted lips, And over the fair face falling, Death’s strange eclipse. Then sudden the white lids lifted — ; The jwting scud looked out With a wild and Speechless longing— A shivering, anguished doubt. “Oh, hasten, 16ve, nor tarry r ’ # I '/ The bent to her whisper low • “The angels are waiting, waiting—• They call—but 1 cannot go !” “Hear ye not, through the darkness, Tlje tramp of a stce<l hard-pressed ?” ’Tisoniy the runji oc the night-wind, That riseth out of the west. Again the dark eyes opened, Filled with a iiungiy pain: “Listen ! I hear him coming ! ’Tis only the pattering rain ! Deeper the midnight darkened, Deeper the shadows lilack ; At the brink o! the cold death-river Her shuddering feet drew back ! And the parting soul, one moment, CAme back with a mournful cry: “Oh, Love, if I might but see you, Dear Love, before I die !’’ «• # » « AVith daintiest, snow white ribbons, IJer while, slim hands limy tied ; ’With laircst nfoes and blossoms, They decked her like’ a bride. Alxivt; her pearly temples They wreathed her clqstering hair — ; Never in lift - so stalely. Never in life so lair! Oh. lips, too cold for kisses ! Ob, heart, to<» still for pain Oh, sweet, eyes, whence the love light Will never shine again ! ’Tis well for the peaceful sleeper, Ami well for the shriven soul, But wot for the faithless lover, When the morning bells shall toll. From the New York Observer. Mri Moody. The meeting wsis at noon. The eastern hall of the Hyppodrome "held an asseifiLly of about three thousand people. HerviceS had been continued for three or four days before, and growing in interest daily, they were now taking a strong hold upon the community. Oil the platform the ministers of the city and vicinity were seated in large numbers, including the most distinguished of various Christian names. Behind them was a choir of singers, whose united voices fiiled the hnU with mqsic that now stirred the hearts 'of,the an|i again the tfotl. Prayer was made by one of the ministers, a hymn was sung, and then Mr. Moody rose With a sipldcu, nervous movement, r.nd stood betiWe the hushed Mid expectant as sembly. A stout wpiaro-b nit, healthy, well dress ed man, w ith a large head, l|eavy brown beard, he impresses the hearer nnd specta tor‘at once with the idea of a man of action am) husincmmgaginl in earnest serious work He reads a portion of Holy Scripture, and his voice pierces the ear with its sharp and hot smooth tones, easily reaching the most distant listener, but not pleasing by any roundness mid mclodv such as distinguish the spoken words of his singing colleague. But-this voice carries the words with such energy and penetrating power, that the at tention anddaslened. ant| in a few minutes the Uctitar is “a captive, yet willing to be bound.” His sulyect is prayer : and the passage he reads from the Bible are from the New and ! the Old Testaments, so linked as to show j tbat in all ages alike, God is, and is the re-! warder of them who dilligeutly seek him.! As be began to speak, the sentences were ■ so simple and common, that one hearing him for the first time, would promptly feel thutljc is the most ordinary pf uutapght; men. He &mjs not hesitate, but he what Uaaoften been just as well said before, I and is so true and familiar that the hearer’s confidence goes ont to the speaker and they i are now at one. Prejudice milts away. The critic becomes a friend. There is no harm, certainly, in what he is saying, and live more of that the better. Then he refers i to the o >tn plain is nt praying people that their prayers are not aaswerd. Aud he shows them that they may be asking what ' God, in his greater wis.fomand love, knows 'it is not best they should ruceive. And be j [ mils them of who longed to go info the pnrnwcit lan I; but better Farit was i I lor him to go into Pisgah, and die there, as | iit were on the Ixuom of the Lord. God i loved him too much to let him go: He kiss- | , ed his soal away, and buried ius body there, i i This was better than to be fighting the hca- i ; then with Joshua. And there was Elijah. : whose prayer was, ‘‘Now. O Lord, taka .aw ay iuy Itic - tail ine Lord iavod font too ' well lo ukc away his life then or at any I Virtue and Intelligence—The Safeguards of Liberty. other time ; but, when he would take hnn to Ilimt elf, he sent chariots and horses <* fire and bore him up to glory. Yet Elijah was a man who held the keys of the heav ens and locked them up for three years and a half, and then opened them by prayer. God knew what was best for him and bis own kingdom, and sometimes gave just what the prophet asked for, and again with held the gift. So docs every living parent with the child of his effections. It would be cruel to give children all they cry foi.l There is as much love in refusing as in yield ing, and often the lesson of confidence is best taught by granting the desire, that the child may see how much better it would have been had the father been permitted to judge for the child. My little girl went with me into a store where I was to buy her a doll. Iler eyes caught s’ght of one about as long as my finger, and she begged of me to get that. I tried to dissuade her as 1 bad one very different from that in view. But she per sistevl and preiwilcdi and we went home with the little six-penny doll. Then I told her that it w«b' my purpose t o get one of the large handsome dolls, in full dress, that costs five doffsu-s or more, and would last aS long as she wanted a doll and be a pleas ure always. She was grately disappointed, but saw the lesson and it sank into her heart. Spme time afterwards, when I was starting feir Europe, I said to her, “What shall I biiqgj’ou?” “Just what you please,” she aqswerd. “But,” said I, “Tell me what VQtl would like to have.” “No, she replied, “I would rather leave it to you.” And the story of Paul is famliar, with a thorn in the flesh. We all have our tiforns. Many a time have I prayer! that this and (liat and the other thing ought be different with me. I thought I could not bear to have it as I was. But God knew better and ordered it in his own witdom and love, and I have lived to know that his answer to mv prayer was just the best that could be. Paul piayed three several times, spe cial seasons ol prayer, he besought thrice, that the thorn might be removed. But it remained in the flesh. Wha'.ever it was, it stayed there. And the answer he got was, iny grace is sufilclent for thee Thus the Christian’s faith in God secures the best answer, not the same thing he asks, but something that the tender, loving Fa thtr knows to be the best of all for his trust ing child. As Mr. Moody went on with these sim ple illustrations, a few only of which I have recalled, the vast congregation appeard to calch the idea, and to be stimulated, not excited, to be instructed and guided. The Scriptures were opened unto them so as to, show meaning and force and bcaifty they' had not appreciated. There was a homely and bold dashing of paint on the canvass tbat made every figure stand out with mar vellous <li<tinctness, not a finely pntateil portrait, but a likeness so vivid that it man ifested itself with Ute-like power to every une in the house. He did not go into the philosophy of prayer. There is no philoso pher in it. He did not try to unfold its mys tery. There is no mystery in it. It is a truth revealed. It is the wav that God has appointed, and no man or angel knows bow or who the Infinite or l achangeable yidds to the prayer of the sinful sons of tnep. He has made asking, the condition of receiving, and while they are yet speaking he hears and answers. In Mr. Moody’s discourse then, and at | other times when I have heard him, there ( was nothing to offend the taste or the views of earnest Christian people, of any name or station. He speaks with rapidity, force ol gesture and voice, aqd so frequently and . Continuously as to make it a wonder that ■ his physical powers arc not exhausted. He studies these disctnuses and exhortations, j tiling them togeter as a wise master builder, all the joints being nicely compacted, and | by often relocating them, eliminating all su I j perliuons passage and words, he has wrought I them into the most effective, incisive and I telling forms, lie dot's not seek to rouse so ' much as to convince the understanding afi J ' enlighten it with Scripture truth. His ’de pendence being on the Divine efficiency, he ! men as one coming from God I jwith the promises of the Spirit and eternal . ile in bis hands. This is the distinction be tween his methods, and *hose of other re l viva'iiats. who have magnifi*! human abili* : I ty, and the duty of men to change their own , hearts. He acknowledge® the entircdepen dcncc of the human sdul up<in the mercy of GoiUn Christ, and therefore asks believers i | to pray for unbelievers, that they may be i jsaved. ’ Tliis is the right end to beglh at men thus reached not Moody’s converts. A revival thus enjoyed is compared to rain descending bum the oj>co windows of bear-i I en. The more of snch revivals the better. . Ami just now the land is enjoying maar es Lthem. To God be the glory.—lrena us. | Our lives are albums, written through With good or ill. with false or true, And as the blessed angels turn The or our tears, Gud grant they read the good with smiles ; An ! blot the ill with lean.! I rorrospondenee of Thit Georgian. My Second Visit to the Marble Mills in Pickens County, Ga. Six years ago I visited this beautiful, small valley. On the east side of th : s ma jestic mountain of marble, and doubtless an inexhaustible treasure of this precious stone, along its solid base, runs the clear, rapid and .beautiful stream, cal’ed • Longswanip, and in the side of this mountain, there is a cavern or cave of several apartments, in which the bats are numerous. Also, a spring clear as crystal. When on my first visit I entered the cave, and drank of this crystal stream, which is so cold in smnmer that it will make ones teeth ache. Ou the side of this majestic mountain, where there is a’sufficiency of earth, was beautiful shrulisof various kinds, also nature’s God had decorated it with beautiful flowers with their precious odors. In this valley was constructed a large building. On the North side of this building, there was a race com posed of ladders, through which a consid erable amount of water was running and thrown on a drive wheel, and Irom it a vast amount of machiencry was driven within, presenting a lively, and no doubt, a profit able business. From the quarry had been taken the rough ashler, and there it was being prepared for building, &c. Evciy thing denote 1 b isiness an 1 prosjMirity. On the West side of the valley is a mountain, on its sides were houses filled with inhabit ants, apparently well-doing, and up aud down between these huge mountains was a number of houses very small, but neat, and in and around them was many children in groups full of life, eyes that sparkled, ch< eks frtah as the rose in the morning, and playful a.<lambs, in a wor<l, everyUiing was full of lift?. No doubt their mothers’ proud hearty beat liigl® while they looked far to the time when they could in their old day® lean on their children and" find comfort in them. But over six years Iris passed since those days of prosperity, there lias been a great change, business is suspended, all machien rry cWmfeig rest-eating, die rattle of wheels is hushed, lhe dashing of the saws through the rough asbler is heard no more, the busy workmen are absent except one, the chisel and hammer is silent, those that used them and the polishing tools are all gone, houses once neat, good and tidy, are rotten down, others are dilapidated, all is ruin and waste. Notwithstanding, it will not do to compare this place to AncienU Roam, or Carthage, or Jerusalem. I could but think of those Ancient places as I road with much difficulty through this once prosperous place, now in desolation. I thought of those parents, of those lovely children. Os course, as I was n slrauger, I could not tell what had become of them. I have no doubt but that some of thoseonce happy children arc now orphans, out on the cold charities of the world, perhaps from grief and want, hn.vc lost from their ro;y cheek its crimson hue, and mauy may chance to be asleep in death. But, on the other hand, some of those parents may’ have been robbed of children dear. The King of kings, whose sybjuejs they are, may’ have removed them from ilia kingdom to His kingdom above. Sor far as I know, there is but one family living near this place, and while this piece is being written, the d<>ctor has gone in haete to try to save his i lite. JaspekCokhe.sfondknt. t A Model Love Leiter* Miss: Pardon this abrupt introductory effort of tnifie; lonk only at the motive that { wellsup in his heart, and trembles in hisfin i gers as he writes. The first time I ever saw you, iu my mind, indelibly fixed, was your blest image. The memory of that sweet moment, like a soft fragrant breeze, j o’er an .Eoliau harp stealing, plays upon ; my heart strings yet; and sweeter than the i t song® of the nidrniog, the note of yonr an- \ I gel v.oice. Y’ou know not how I love you* no words caa tell, or sound, or fathom it.- ; ’ sacred depths. Oil, could 1 but throw < ! a why the rough formula of words, and pre ' sent to you, in all its burning ardor, my ■ thought, surely it would gain audience with you, anil gain for me that response,, 1 which would d>pel lhe lacerating doubts I that torment me now, and create in ny , anxious, waiting heart a hope, as eternal us evurlisdng spring. Thun— ob—yes, The blue-eyed daisy lost its sweetness When thine eyes were formed so meek; ! And tue rtne, w ith all Its nealuess, Biusbed afresh on beuu’.y s check. Ehrth-born treasures get ye hence. Victor's wreath and fame's proud mien; ; IT! take the chance —the consequence, j Os brighter days with you my queen. Take care! 11 the pilot had taken care, i the ship would not have gone among the ! , breakers. It the coachman had taken care, I ' the stable and horses would not have been burned. If the druggi.-l s clerk had taken i care, he would not have put up the pre- j j scription wrong and destroyed a life. Take ' j care what books you read, fake care \ what company you keep. Take care of i i your lime. Take care of your thoughts. 1 Take care of your beaiflj. But above and , j beyoud all, cure of pour eo‘d. The man who would prosper, raus’ be j j prompt and energetic. He bos no time to j 'ditcuss pehliui arid ges&p with idiers. What Y’ou Reid, —A little boy was re cently a. raignecl at the criminal court for stealing some obj» ct"'*whieh a boy would hardly be thought to covet. He was a bright, intelligent child, acd awakened the interest of all who saw him. On question ing him closely, il was found that he had been a diligent reader of the lives oTpirates, thieves and highwaymen, and all manner of outlaws, and a burning admiration was kindled in his breast. In his longing to im itate theiii, he had been lead to steal, mere ly for the sake of stealing. It was a good day for him when the law laid its hands upon him, and taught him that the way of the transgressor is hard. Boys, if you wish to grow up outlaws, shunned, hunted down by society, make a study of such books. The exploits of thieves have a great facinalion for youth; hut many a lad has been led by them first to admire, aifd then to imitate their career. A milkman’s boy once attempted to mur der an old housekeeper, with no apparent motive. His mind had become so filled with the tales of crime he had read,that he could not rest until he had put into prac tice the information he had gained. How much to have the life influenced by great and noble characters, whose lives you may read. Benjaman Franklin says that a book, by Cotton Mather, all tattcrwl, gave him a turn for thinking so as* to influence all his alter life. No doubt that little book tended to make him the great man he after wards became. George Law read the story of a poor boy, who from small beginnings amassed a large fortune, and it made him restless until he, too, could begin to lay the foundation of a fortune. Bj steady, patient industry, he be came at hist the millionaire of his boyhood’s dreams. There is something higher yet than mere money-making. Study the lives of those who have been the benefactors of the world, and try to imitate their example. NW4PAPKR Bokes.—Tliere is not a more into’erable nuisence upon earth than the newspaper bore. He carries off your exchanges; insists upon reading your proof sheets, and then goes out and tells what will be in the paper; upset your paste pot, and, worse than all, obtrudes his advice up on you. He listens keenly to any private conversation you may be having about that doesn’t concern him in the least. Turned loose in the composing room, he is worse than a bull in a china shop. We remember, says an exchange, ! hearing once of a newly married bore, who, as nearly all married men do, thought he knew everything, and took bis fresh victim to explain to her the mysteries of a printing office. Coming up to an unoccupied case, about half full of letters, he said to his bridei “Thi«, my dear, is where they keep the • types (pointing to the lower case), and this laying his hand upon the cap case, is the Ud they have to cover ’em up at nights to keep the rats nnd mice out.” Suiting the fiction to the word, lie pulled down the “lid” to show how it worked. Was any body mad? O no! The Republican minority in Congress is fighting the reduction of official salaries nnd extravagant expenditures inaugurated jby the Democrats inch by inch. They do i not wait to let go their hold upon the piib i lie crib without masterly effort to the con- I trary. They fought the consular diplomat ic appropriation bill with vcngencc, de nounced the reduction made in the salaries of ministers and diplomatic agents as a monstrous piece of injustice, but afterwards when the Jjill came to a vote they did see fit to place themselver on record against it. The reduction of the pay of ministers ol the high-toned order from jplH.dX) to $14,000 will not result in placing these offices on 1 the roll of unsought for positions. There ; are plenty of good men who will l»e just as ; anxious to receive the appointments, and ' who will live in pretty fair shape on $14,000 ' a year. A gentleman needn’t die from the ■ effects of slim diet with that kind of an in- • come and there are many yet left —and good men, too—who need not be asked i more than oneo to accept the position at this salary. Thus far, score good marks for the Democrati 1 . A Model Piovntek. —We feel constrain ’ ed to assign this’iitle- to Gen. S. P. My rick, ’ofMilledgeville, Ga. whose plantation in Sumter county ia a sight to see. On a lit- ' • tie over a half acre one hundred and fifty I dolines w ts made from sorghum syrup, the j yield being 198 gallons. Besides the same ’ ground yielded fix bushels of com, and the to rage from corn and cane was no small 1 item Td ride over his plantation ia a treat i for all who like to see intellect and energy combined in forming, and the thrift that , result.-;.—[Ex. - Show us a young lady who reads the pa | pers, and keeps posted with the current events of the times, and we will warrant that she makes an amiable, accomplished , and companionable wife. It is noted that there is no anti-Blaine i ; faction m Maine on the Presidential ques- ■ ilion. The State press of the party is unan-1 . imous in his favor. He is the only caudi- : 1 date who has such a backing. ■ Babcock’s is said to be the first case on i i record of a White House official being in- 1 dieted for a I’cEteatiary offense. I VOLUME L-NUMBER 32. ALL FOR FUN. j What kind of sweetmeats were in the ark f Preserved pairs. ' Rheumatism is always a joint affair, tnd yet there is only one party to ft. i “Don’t let’s have any Words about it,” as the man said when he dodged tho die- ’ tionary his wife threw at him. j The fruits of leap year shine forth in the case of Miss Belle Harper, of Fairhaven, W. Va., who shot a man because he refused I her offer of marriage. Boy, when you slide on the long bannis ter of the front hall stairs, and go so (AM that it burns you clean through your trow sers, that’s friction. When it was rumored the other day that >• Ben. Butler was dead, nobody wept; indeed, Until the rumor was contradicted, nobody felt like weeping. A man made three unsuccessful attempts to blow hfc brains out, and then his wife said to him, “Don’t try it again, John; you l.avn’t got any.” That man now goes about saping he owes his life to that wo- i man. A Buffalo man dreamed that he was go ing over the falls, and he had his wife by the thront when he woke up. Next night she had a dream, she broke his nose as she struck at an Indian. If a dog’s tail is cut off entirely, will it not interfere with hts locomotion ? Not ex actly: it will not affect his cairiagc, but it will stop his waggin. It will certainly shorten your life, Harry, ij’ you continue to smoke so much, “I don’t kown that,” replied the gentleman, there’s my father who smokes every bless ed day, and now he’s seventy yeai sos age. ” •Well,” was the reply, “if he hadn’t smok ed he might have been eighty.” At a recent convivial gathering, Mr. Foozlum gave a toast, “Woman—the dear est creature on earth: let us give her our cor. dial support.” His hearers, who were all marrried men, agreed that woman is dear— — exceedingly so when the new fashions come round, and “sech” like—and that there was no other way to give her support, since such could not very well be avoided. It ia a fine virtue that is based on necessity. Mrs. Smith sent Johnnie out to set an old hen, and told him to set her well. Af ter performing the task Johunie came back. “Well, did you set the hen?’’ “Yes ma’am.” “Did you set her well?” “Oh, yes, ma’am, I set her all right.” “How many eggs did you put under her?” “For ty.” “Forty ! what in the world did you put that many under her for?” “Well, mammy, you told me to set her well, and I thought I’d give the old hen a chance to spend herself.” A Methodist preacher traveling in the back settlement of a Western State, stopped at a cabin; where an old lady received him very kindly, giving him a warm supper, and asking many questions: “Stranger where mought you be from?" “Madam, I reside in Shelby county Kentucky.” “Wall, stranger, hope no offence, but what mought you be. doing out here?” “Mad am, I am looking for the lost sheep of ths tribe of Israel.” “John," shouted the old lady, “bcae’s a stanger all the way from Ken tuckey a hunting lost stock, and I’ll just bet my life that that old curly-haired black ram that come into our yard last week is one o’ hisen.” “Eli” says the first composition he ever wrote ran about thus: A eel is a fish with its tail all the way up to his ears never fool with powder cli Perkins P. S. They live most anywhere they can git . , And he says this was the only original po etry he ever wrote, and it was composed by another fellow; “A cautious look around be stole, His bags of chink he chunk, And many a wicked smile he smole, Aud many a wink he wunk.” A New Yorker while journeying the oth er day was recognized by another citizen doing business near the Bowery, he being also away from home on business, and after a little preliminary conversation, the first j remarked:— i “Mell, 1 hear that you had to make an assignment.” “Yes, dat is drew,” replied the other. “And yonr brother over on Uliatham street; he assigned too, didn’t he ?” “You zee it vas sbust like dis,” said the Bowery man. “I vas owing a good deni, I makes over my stock to Jacob, and Jacob makes over irs stock to me, and I do his peeshness and he does my peeshess, and dem vellere vat vas after money don’t gel some. When a girl retires for the night now, i she first fastens down the windows of her ■ boudoir; then opens the door to Its fullest I extent to permit of ready exit in case of ! necessity; then turns up the gas brightly, cautiously approaches the couch, and trem i biingiy looks under the bed; then she shuts I and locks the door, looks under the bed j Jays baca her back hair, looks under tbn | bed. turns down the gas, pokes around un- I der the bed with a broomstick, and at laet (jumps into bed wiib a little yelp, and i dnMns of burg’cis all D’gliL