The Cartersville express. (Cartersville, Ga.) 1875-18??, December 26, 1879, Image 3
BY TOE SEA.
BT J. B. CHBTSTAL.
My bln# —yed pet, with golden hair,
I# Hitting on my knee,
And gazcH eagerly afar,
Across the beach, beyond ttaa bar,
Where rolls the restless sea.
She puts her little hands in mine,
And laughs with childish glee
To see the foaming billows splash.
As on the shore they freely dash,
Then glide back silently.
Bnt. wbile she laughs so merrily.
My heart is faraway;
And, as I look upon the shore.
Where loud and long the breaker* roar-
My sad soul seems to say ■
•The sea is like a human life’
Jt breaks upon the shore
Of time, with a resistless might.
And, when the goal is just in sight,
Dies—to return no more.
‘And, all along the shore of time,
Full many wreck doth lie;
The pangs of many a mad carouse,
Of blasted hopes and broken tows.
Of happy days gone by.”
Yet, while I muse In mournful mood,
And gaze upon the sea,
My blue-eyod pet, with golden hair,
Whose heart has never known a care,
Whose voice is music in the aiz
Still sits upon my knee.
Her head is resting on my breast—
Her eyes in slumber deep:
The same rough sea, whose breakers roar
And madly, fiercely lash the shore,
Has lulled my child to sleep.
FACTS AM) FANCIES FOR THE FAIR.
Girls, Naomi waa 580 years old when
•he waa married.
If a girl wants to get married she gen
erally says so to her popper.
Drawers of water are not reliable foi
winter wear.
Two make a pair except in scissors,
pantaloons and stairs.
Ladies are very much taken with Bob
Ingersoll, because he makes such a big
bustle.
Of late it has become fashionable
among the ladies at Rome to attend
trials in courts of justice.
She certainly had a pretty foot, but
after all it didn’t make half so much im
pression on him as the old man’s.
~ A WOMAN inmate of an asylum for the
insane, at Maysville, Cal., imagining
that she was imprisoned by enemies,
and that pen and ink were denied her,
made a statement of her case in needle
work on a piece of cloth, and threw it
out of the window.
The hair is worn plainly parted and
waved in front, coiled into a knot be
hind, surrounded with a braid which is
placed rather low so that no vestige of
the back hair may be seen in a front
view of the face. All ornaments, whether
feathers, flowers or jewels, must be
placed at the back of the head so as to
be unseen in a front view.
All womankind is busy digging up
plants from the door-yard bed and “ pot
ting” them in the various windows of the
house. They give the rooms such a tasty
and elegant appearance, you know, and
it is so delightful when you want to
look out of doors to tip over tw T o or three
Slants into your best girl’s lap. Wed*
ings and such have sprung from little
accidents like that.
Man is fearfully and wonderfully
made. An unmarried woman about
thirty-seven years of age, is also fear
fully and onederfully maid
A young lady of our acquaintance
calls her fellow “Honeysuckle,” because
he’s always hanging over the front
fence.
“ Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,”
Sang the wife—but Jack replied,
‘‘Turn your switch the other side.”
The bashful young lady who fainted
when the butcher spoke of a leg of
mutton, has recovered sufficiently to
stuff herself with a breast of veal.
It has been noticed by a Philadelphia
youth that the wide belts now worn by
the fashionable females are just the
width of a gentleman’s coat sleeve.
When a girl begins to find fault with
her lover, she is only given him a fair
warning of what their future life may
be.
The latest fashion in ear tabs is to
have black velvet caps for the ear with
the monogram of the wearer embroid
ered in sky colored silk on the sides.
Dainty little hanging flower baskets,
to hold cut flowers, are of ground glass
in the shape of an open umbrella, sus
pended by the handle.
The swallow is a favorite bird in
jewelry this season and appears in cufl
buttons, pins aud earrings, and also in
woven stuffs and on bonnets.
talk about a woman being at lost for
an expedient. She’s never at loss for
anything but a man. If she’s in a
crowded street car and wants to scratch
her head, she simply changes the loca
tion of a hair pin.
Mary Dean, wffio made her entree
into Indiana six years ago in a Bloomer
costume, with a revolver displayed athei
belt, and became a public speaker on wo
man’s rights, now retires to a prison as a
thief.
Thou art not my first love,
For I loved before we met,
And the mem’ry of that summer dream
Is pleasant to me yet.
But thou! thou art my la3t love,
My dearest and my best,
My heart but shed its outer leave*
To give thee all the rest.
Black satin suits have jet girdles and
A square opening filled in with jet at the
throat and at the back of the neck. The
girdle is pointed on both edges in front
and finished with a great bow, with long
ends, at the back.
Short skirts of pale blue, rose-pink,
scarlet, olive green and cream white flan
nel of the finest texture, embroidered
with white or colored silk, are the fancy
this winter for underskirts, while, the
walking skirt is of scarlet, dark blue, or
black satin or mohair quilted.
Oh 1 stav with me, my corest stay,
And like a dream my waist shall*fade away,
Oh! stay with me,
My corset stay;
And like a pipe stem I shall waist away,
Shall waist away.
—Keokuk Gate City.
When little Bob asked his sister’s
beau for a cigar, his future brother-in
law snubbed him with the remark:
“Young man, a strap would do you more
good.” Next night Bob’s sister and her
young man got their hands, chins and
clothes smeared with coal tar while
lingering at the front gate, and little
Bob, when questioned on the subject,
said he couldn’t tell a lie—“itmust have
been a tramp,”
Opera cloaks in the shade known as
queen’s hair, almost covered with gold
embroidery, and fringed in chenille and
Sold, are new and can be worn with
resses of almost any color.
Take her up tenderly,
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair;
Handle her carefully,
Talk to her prayerfully—
She’s cross as'a bear!
Handkerchiefs are hemstitched in
dice patterns nearly all over, the center
being a small square of fine cambric.
Some are worked with wreaths of ivy
and others with rosebuds and leaves.
The Decorative Art Society has some
pretty whist counters decorated by hand.
On one side are golden bees, clover
blooms, butterflies and swallows; on the
other figures are painted.
Will flowers and the coarser garden
blossoms are especially popular now.
full-bloom cabbage roses, pinks, ragged
robins, marigolds and other like hardy
flowers being in great demand.
“The only jokes which women like to
read are those which reflect ridicule upon
men.” “Yes,” says a contemporary, “on
taking up a paper a woman invariably
turns to the marriage column ”
A Little Plain Talk.
A reporter, under the nom de plume of
“Elie Adams,” in the New York Mercury ,
relates the following plain side of news
paper life, of which the public generally
are so entirely ignorant. It illustrates
fully how bigoted, deceitful and ego
tistical are the true characters of ma v y
men who, all their lives, appear to the
world around them as something little
less than angels;
During the last ten years I have had
considerable private experience with
clergymen. My position as a journalist
has given me opportunities not vouch
safed to the general public. And I
must confess very frankly that in a ma
jority of cases I have been greatly dis
appointed in them, or rather I should
say that I was, until I came to thor
oughly understand them as a class. Now
I would not for several worlds be misun
derstood on this subject. Ido not make
sweeping assertions, nor do I make any
assertions without abundant proof. For
the benefit of the reader I will narrate a
few episodes in my own experience, and
lie can draw his own conclusions. At
the start I want to remark that we ex
pect advance agents, showmen, mer
chants, etc., to request flattering sen
tences in type; nothing is more natural
than such desires on their part, for they
deal strictly in earthly things, making
no pretensions in their profession or
business to lay up treasures in heaven.
But ministers are assigned quite a differ
ent position by the great public.
\\ hile on the leading paper in ,
I frequently saw communications which
came to the office of that journal from
one of the most prominent clergymen of
that city. They were invariably in his
own handwriting, which I knew well,
and were intended for the local columns,
giving reports of various services held at
his church. They always spoke of him
as the eloquent Rev. Dr. , and the
way he used complimentary language in
regard to his particular labors for the
meek and lowly Savior was certainly
bewildering, to say the least. This min
ister was one of the best known of di
vines in that city, and was considered by
the general public as a very good man.
He is dead now, and I trust is where he
has acquired some modesty. We used to
erase all of his flowery language about
himself and then print his efforts.
On one occasion, after delivering a
most telling and affecting speech at a
temperance meeting in Philadelphia, a'
leading minister of that city came to
the table at which I am writing, and in
quired if I represented a certain news
paper. Upon receiving an affirmative
reply, he at once asked me for a compli
mentary notice. I was naturally dis
gusted, and I exclaimed: “ Mr. , did
you come here to make those people,”
pointing to the audience, “better? to do
good to humanity, as one might infer
from your address, or did you come to
get a little eneap newspaper notoriety?”
He left.
“Say, Old Man!”
An anecdote of the late Mr. Otis, of
New London, Conn., who left a million
of dollars to foreign missions, is as fol
lows :
He was at one of the New London fish
markets on the wharfs, clad in his custo
mary overalls, and, as ever, unassuming
in his deportment, when the captain of
a sinking vessel rushed ashore, and seiz
ing Mr. Otis by the shoulder, shouted:
“ Say, old man, quick. Do you want
a job?”
Mr. Otis look at him a little surprised
and turned away, whereupon the per
sistent captain followed him up and
again demanded:
“Say you, don’t you w r aut a job to
pump out my vessel?”
As Mr. Otis remained silent, the exas
perated captain exclaimed:
“ Well, old chap, if you are too lazy
to work, you will die in the poorhouse.”
The man in the overalls ivas then the
owner of more than three million
dollars.
Problem in Algebra.— Let Mr. B.
stand for x; a mad bull fanning his
coat tails with its horns equal y ; an
eight-rail fence, two and a-half seconds
distant from life be the emergency. The
question is, -will x plus y he equal to the
emergency. A dollar and a half pair of
ear muff's for the first correct solution.
Cloudless Thunder-storms in Arizona.
[Ar izon* Ccrretpondenc* Chicago Tribuma. |
Well, here we are, in the midst of
almost a cloudless thunder-storm. One
who has never been in the mountain
valleys in the heated season can hardly
realize how it can lighten, thunder and
rain so suddenly ana with little or no
preparation; yet a little ugly cloud comes
from somewhere, almost in a minute,
and it is big with tempest. Ido think
this country is capable of more light
ning and thunder in a minute than any
other place in which I have ever been.
That little cloud has spread out to about
the size of two big carpets, but it is a
full grown thunder-storm. It is about 3
p. m., thermometer 105, with the sun
shining brightly; but, in about ten
yards further, it will sink behind that
point of the mountain. What a mag
nificent bath this is! These drops are
not falling so thickly as I have seen
them, but they will average just about
as large where they touch you as your
thumb-nail. What a picture, if this
trembling beauty, in the little space in
tervening, and the side of that mountain,
drifting off into the ravine up toward
the sun, could be carried to the canvas!
Is it possible that there are nothing
but drops of water falling through a
trembling sheen of golden light? A
shower of diamonds could not glisten
more. Angels could not toss brighter
jewels from their cabinets. I know that
those are only stinted, murky green
shrubs clinging to that desolate hill-side;
but they are the tinted background of a
picture no artist hand dare profane.
How it trembles, while nameless hues
are drifting, changing ere you have had
time to think how beautiful. 1 And this
companion picture, brimful of wordless
beauty. Why is the human easel so
tame? That is the same old mountain
which I descended not thirty minutes
since—an old, rusty, rocky dome, but
that shadow of Neptune was not there
then, with that girdle of rainbow about
his loins. If raindrops are brighter, here
rainbows are more real, solid beauties.
It cannot be a shadow only. See! it
leans up against that old giant cactus,
and its dismal ribs glow with shadings I
dare not try to name. Now it trembles
on the prickly branch of that juniper,
and all its berries are changing crystals.
That bolt of electric fire which just
spent its fury on that old crag, and sent
those bits of stones down the hill, has
started an owl from his hole in the rocks,
and his somber wings are less profane
while bathed in hues like those. Even
his dismal “twoo-hoo” is modified as it
comes to us through such a sheen. That
frightened deer has just sprung into
Elace where all this rainbow hangs upon
is horns. Never was a dear little deer
wrapped in such a garb before. But let
me shut my eyes before this picture
fades, and thank the Maker for this lit
tle patch of storm.
Excessive Use of Narcotics.
\ Says a writer: In the increasing use
of certain narcotics which are employed
to relieve pain and induce sleep there
is, it seems, if we may accept the testi
mony of high authorities, good ground
for serious apprehension. Dr. Richard
son, who had much to do in bringing
chloral into general notice, has recently
published .in the Contemporary Re
vieio an earnest warning against the
habitual and careless use of all such
medicines. “ This growing practice,” he
says, referring especially to the practice
of taking chloral, “ is alike injurious to
the mental, moral, and purely physical
life.” He points out in detail the serious
consequences of the habit, and continues;
“ To my mind, and I wish to be as open
to conviction as any one can be, I fail to
discern a single opening for these lethal
agents in the service of mankind, save in
the most exceptional conditions of dis
ease, and then only under skilled and
thoughtful supervision, from hands that
the danger of infusing a false
movement and life into so exquisite an
organism as a living, breathing, pulsat
ing, impressionable human form.” If
this warning is needed in England, it is
likely, in view of the special liability of
our excitable American temperament to
excess, to be still more needed here.
There is danger in the habitual use of
all stimulants and narcotics. Whoever
becomes enslaved to any one of them —
to alocohol, opium, chloral, absinthe, to
bacco, or even, I believe, to coffee and tea
not only suffers from the serious physical
derangements which they directly cause,
but also loses, a certain portion of the
strength and independence of character
which it is our chief business here on
earth to’cultivate. He runs a great risk
of falling into a more or less confirmed
condition of mental aberration; he for
feits, according to the degree of his en
slavement, his self-respect as well as the
respect of other people, and he suffers a
degradation of manhood which renders
him less and less capable of the regular
and steady exercise of all the higher
faculties which belong to a well-balanced
mind and faithful life.
Angels Don’t Chew Tobacco.
A Methodist minister, the Rev. Mr.
H , was a good man, but rough in
his ways, and very fond of chewing
tobacco.
One day he was caught id a shower in
Illinois, and going to a rude cabin near
by, he knocked at the door. A sharp
looking old dame answered his summons.
He asked for shelter.
“ I don’t know you,” she replied, sus
piciously.
“ Remember the Scriptures,” said the
dominie. “‘ Be not forgetful to enter
tain strangers, for thereby some have
entertained angels unaware!?.’ ”
“You needn’t say that,” quickly re
turned the other; “no angel would come
down here with a big quid of tobacco in
his mouth!”
She shut the door in his face, leaving
the good man to the mercy of the rain
and his own reflections.
Some of Hermann’s Tricks.
[London Xew.]
M. Daudet’s new novel and the tricks
of M. Hermann, the Viennese conjuror,
are amusing the idle part of Paris. M.
Hermann, unlike the “ mediums” who
perform tricks and call them miracles,
does miracles and calls them tricks. M.
Jules Claretie is responsible for the ac
curacy of the following tale: Hermann
was engaged in the difficult task of
amusing that monarch “ who lives the
life of a wounded rabbit in a hole”—the
Sultan. The scene was a boat moored
in the Bosphorus. “ Will you oblige
me,” said Hermann to the Grand Vizier,
“by throwing your watch overboard?”
The Vizier looked doubtful, but the Sul
tan nodded, and thew'atch sank glittering
through the sea. “ Now,” said Her
mann, “ will someone kindly give me a
fishing rod?” A rod was brought, a line,
and a hook, which the conjuror baited
before the eyes of the Padishah,, as a
Pushtoo contemporary calls the Sultan.
He soon had a nibble, struck, and after
an exciting interval had a line fish in
the landing-net. Hermann opened the
fish, and took out the Vizier s watch,
still keeping capital time. Repressing a
strong inclination to refer to the ring of
Polycrates, we go on to prove that Her
mann can juggle as well for the wily
Muscovite as the gallant Turk. While
amusing the leisure of the Autocrat of
all the Russians he broke a large and
magnificent mirror. The superstitious
potentate winced, for to break a mirror
is unlucky, and a curtain was thrown
over the glass. Hermann went on with
his tricks for a while, then suddenly ex
claimed, “ I forgot the glass; look at it.”
The curtain was removed, and there was
the mirror whole and unharmed.
Complying with the Directions.
Putting her head into the postoffice
window, she shouted at the astonished
custodian of the mails:
“Advertised! ”
“ Marm,” said he, after partially re
covering his self-possession, “what do
you wish?”
“ Advertised !” she repeated louder
than before.
“ What name, marm?”
Again came the same reply, “Adver
tised!” but this time supplemented with
the demand, “ An’ how long wid yez
kape a body slitanding here while yez
be garruping loike a moon calf in a sta
ble? Wud yez iver give me me letther,
I soy?”
“'But, what is your name, my dear
woman ?”
“Och, don’t yez ‘dear woman’ me, yez
ould sinner! Don’t yez mane to aboide
by your own directions entoirely, yez
ould bald-headed divil? Didn’t yez put
intil the papers ‘Persons calling for let
thers will plaze say ‘advertised?’ And
haven’t Oi made meself hoarse with say
ing advertised! advertised! advertised!
Give me me letther, Oi say! That iver
Bridget McShaughnessy should have
been trifled wid by the loikes of yez?”
The letter was’ forthcoming ere she
had done, and the postmaster sank back
into his chair with a sigh of relief, while
Bridget left the office with a very red
face and a perfect cataract of r’s es
caping from her face.
An “Anti-Fat” Spring.
While surveying in the mountains
northeast of Anaheim last year, Maj.
Wm. P. Reynolds encountered a man
who had worked for him in former years.
He failed to recognize him, however, un
til the stranger explained who he was.
He was then a man of about two hun
dred pounds weight, whereas he weighed
three hundred and forty pounds when
in the Major’s employ. The secret of
his reduced size was freely given. A
■hort distance up the mountain was a
spring, the waters of which contained
some mineral anti-fat properties. Did
the Major want to lose some of the
superfluous flesh which incumbered him?
He did. He drank the water, and in
ten days his weight had been reduced
twenty-five ponnds. He continued
drinking the water until from two hun
dred and ten he was reduced to one hun
dred and seventy pounds, his present
weight. This was accomplished without
any violent, action on the part of the
water. Maj. Reynolds will obtain water
from the spring and forward to the
Smithsonian Institute at Washington for
analysis. The spring is about sixteen
miles from Anaheim, easily accessible,
and if analysis establishes the fact that
there is nothing to be apprehended from
the water, many obese persons will
avail themselves of the opportunity to
try nature’s remedy.
The Way an Indian Girl Puts It.
[lnterview with Miss La Fiesche of the Omaha Tribe.]
“ You never heard but one side. We
have no newspaper to tell our story. I
tell you the soldiers do things with the
prisoners or the dead as horrible as any
Indian could think of. Then your peo
ple are almost always the aggressors.
I’ll tell you a case I know of. Two
voung white men met an Indian wflth a
basket of potatoes. One of them said
he would like to have it to say when he
went back to the East that he had shot
an Indian. The other dared him to shoo t
this one. He drew a revolver and shot
him. The Indian was an Omaha. Oh, I
tell you, if he had been a Sioux or
Cheyenne you would have heard from
it. But we knew we would gain noth
ing, and nothing was done.”
“ Well what do you propose to do? ’
“I propose that you white people
treat us on a platform of plain honesty,
and let us be citizens. We now are
farmers and are doing well. We want
to stay there and want assurance that
we can live like other farmers. We
have deposed the chiefs and want to be
just like any other citizens of the
States.”
The young lady is a daughter of
White Eagle, the old head chief, and
no blood but that of the Omahas flows
, in her veins.
Bathing the Human Form.
Says an exchange: “As in most
things, so in washing, there are two ways
of doing'it. Some people take a bath
who have but a dim idea of washing
themselves, and are vexed and annoyed
when told the result is not happy. It is
a well known fact, but rarefy remem
bered, that the skin is one of the great
safety-valves of the human machine—
that the millions of little perspiratory
tubes with which it is pierced throw out
from the inner body an average amount
of thirty-three ounces of greasy refuse
and worn-out material in an hour in the
shape of invisible perspiration and in the
same time often as much as two or three
pounds in visible perspiration. Should
these tubes or pores be allowed to remain
choked with their own secretions the re
fuse is thrown back into the other great
corporeal scavengers—the lungs, stomach,
liver or kidneys. Thus it stands to
reason that a careful and general cleans
ing of the skin is absolutely necessary to
the life and well-being of the individual
at least once in twenty-four hours, and
few people who rejoice in tlie comfort
of cleanliness will feel that it is secured
under this amount of washing. And we
would also here point out the fact that
the mere passage of water, especially
cold water ( e . g. y what is ordinarily
called a sponge bath), does not cleanse.
In fact, it rather has a tendency to close
the pores, which, like delicate flower*
shut up to a cold current of wind or
water. We therefore recommend, as
warm or tepid water tends to open the
pores, to use that with the course of soap
scrubbing (not an unreasonable friction)
which should precede the universal
sponging. This last may be done with
cold water, which certainly invigorates
and braces the system when followed by
a reactionary warmth. Should this not
occur, it is unwise to use it, and warmth
must be substituted, especially in the
cases of children, who by ignorant
mothers are often forced into cold water
(from which they have not a sufficiently
active circulation to recover) as part of
that much abused system of ‘ hardening,’
which nine times out of ten ends in
‘ hardening’ the child off the face of the
earth, or checking its growth.
“ ‘ Hardening,’ it must be understood,
should be strengthening, not ‘ roughing,’
and many people with the best " inten
tions think, very erroneously, that to
make a child strong consists in causing
it to undergo more physical hardships
than they, with their perfectly matured
strength and age, would dream of doing.
“ As people in conclusions generally
rush to extremes, it might be well here
to remark that we do not at all recom
mend codling; but no wise mother will
put her young children in quite cold
water in winter time, nor with a cold,
and, above all will never allow them to
be washed and bathed in a draught, on
the same principle of consistency that
plenty of fresh air is good, when it is
not damp or foggy, but draughts are
most injurious ”
Discovery of Columbus’ Anchor.
A curious relic of one of the expedi
tions which sailed to the West Indies
under the command of Columbus has, it
is stated by a Martinique journal, been
recently discovered. On the 4th -of
August, 1498, a small squadron of three
vessels, under the orders of Christopher
Columbus, was anchored off the south
western extremity of the island of Trini
dad. Late at night, Columbus, it is re
lated by Washington Irving, suddenly
saw a wall of water approaching toward
the fleet from the south. His own ves
sel was lifted up so high by incom
ing wave that he feared it would be
either submerged or dashed on shore,
while the cable of one of the other ships
parted under the strain to w r hich it was
subjected. The crews of the vessels gave
themselves up for lost; but after a time
the wave which it is surmised must have
been caused by an exceptionally large
body of water coming suddenly down
one of the rivers flowing into the Gulf
of Faria, ebbed back again. This sudden
rise of the w r aters of the gulf is men
tioned by Columbus’ son Ferdinand,
who adds that the fleet suffered no
damage save the loss of one anchor. It
is this anchor which has now been found;
and strangely enough, it was dug up
from a depth six feet below the surface
of the ground, at a spot 372 feet from the
nearest point of the coast line. The
land, it is well known, is gaining upon
the sea along the shores of Venezuela, so
that where once ships rode at anchor,
gardens are now planted. The anchor
itself is of simple form and comparatively
rude manufacture, the stock being eight
feet long and round, with a ring at one
end one foot in diameter, to which to
nuke fast the cable, and with flukes five
feet long, the whole weighing 1,100
pounds.
Ancient Baths.
Some of these baths were for the in
discriminate service of old Romans, the
Senators and the people and contained
above sixteen hundred seats of marble.
The walls of the lofty apartments were
covered with curious mosaics. The
Egyptian granite was beautifully in
crusted with the precious green marble
of Numidia; the perpetual stream of hot
water wns poured into the capacious
basins through mouths of bright and
glossy silver, and the meanest Roman
could purchase with a small copper coin
the daily enjoyment of a scene of pomp
and luxury which might excite the envy
of the kings of Asia. From these stately
palaces issued a swarm of dirty and
ragged plebeians, without shoes and
without a mantle, who loitered away
whole days-in the street or Forum to hear
news and to hold disputes, and who spent
the hours of the night in obscure taverns
and brothels in the indulgence of gross
sensuality.
Paris has 41,000 tobacco shop, ten
times that cumber of drinking booths,
and a few churcheat