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VOL. XXIV.
The Cartersville Express.
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Address CORNELIUS WILLINGHAM.
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BARTOW COI.YTY—OFFICIAL DIRECTOR 1.
County Officers.
Ordinary— J. A. Howard—Office, court b o*9e.
Sheriff—A. M. Franklin,
Deputy sheriff—John A. Gladden.
Clerk ol Superior Court—F. M. Durham.
Treasurer—Humphrey Cobb.
Tax Collector—Dailey .Burton.
Tax Receiver—W. W. Ginn.
Commissioners—J. H. Wiki*, secretary; A.
Knight; T.C. Moore; A. A. Vincent; T. C.
llawkins.
CITY OFFICERS—CARTE RS VILLK.
Mayor—John Anderson.
Board ot Aldermen—Martin Collins, E.
Payne; W. H. Barron, G. Harwell; J. Z. Mc-
Connell, A. D. Vandivere; W. C. Edwards,
Lewis T. Erwin.
Clerk —George Cobb.
Treasurer—Benjamin F. Mountcastle.
Marshals- James D. Wilkerson, James
Broughton.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Methodist —Itev. A. J. Jarrell, pastor.
Preaching every Sunday ut 11 o’clock a. in. and
> o’clock, p. in. Sunday school every Sunday ut
9 o’clock a. m. Prayer meeting on Wednesday
night.
Presbyterian--Rev. Theo. E. Smith, pastor.
Preaching every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. ra.
Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock.
Prayer meeting on Wednesday night.
Baptist--Kev. K. B. lleadeu, pastor. Preach
ing every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. m., and 8 p.
in. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock,
Prayer meeting on Wednesday night.
Episcopal —H. K. itees, Rector. Services oc
casionally.
POST OFFICE DIRECTORY.
Malls North open 7:30 am 4:50 pm
Mails South open ll :15 a m
Cherokee R. R. open 6:00 p m
Walls North close 10:20 am 5:45 pm
Mails South close. 9:45am B:3opm
Uaero.kee R.R. close 9:30 am
WsSF* Pal king Rock Mail, via Fairmount,
leaves Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at
6:00 am. Arrives Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays at 5:00 p m.
JB®“*Monev Order and Registered Letter
Ofhoe open from 8:15 am tos p in.
General Delivery open from 8 a m to 6
pm. Open on Suuaay from 9:50 to 10:30 am.
J. R. WIKLE, P. M.
SECRET SOCIETIES.
A R.MI.MTS OF (lOKOR,
Bartow Go. Lodge, No. 148, meets
ImU-C every Ist and 3rd Monday night
Garry’s Hall, east side of the
- square, Gartersville, Ua.
W. L. Kirkpatrick, J. B. Conyers,
Reporter. Dictator
American legion of honor, carter* -
yille Council, No. 152, meets every second
and fourth Monday mights in Curry’s hail.
GKO. S. COBB, E. i>.
„ Secretary. Commander.
WESTERN * ATLANTIC R R.
ON AND AFTER Jan. 30th. |lBBl, trains on
tlii9 road will run as Jollows:
NOUTHWiKD.
STATIONS. | NO. 1. | NO. 3. J No. :l. j
Atlantal 2 50pm 510 am 8 00am 4 15pm
Marietta, 335 “ 557 " 852 626 “
Cartersv’e 436 •* 718 ‘‘ 954 *• 651 *
Kingston, 500 “ 748“I10 21 “ *22
Dalton, 628 “ 927 “ 12 15pm
Chatta’ga. 810 “ 10 5H “ | 146
SOUTHWARD. _____
STATIONB. | No. 2. No. 4, No.fi.
Chatta’ga. 2 55pm 7 (Jsam 6 45am
Dalton, 420 “ 850 “ 1013 “
Kingston, 545 “ 10 SB " 107 pm 6 20am
Cartersv’e 611 “ 10 47 “ 202 “ 554
Marietta, 7 25“ i1152 “ 4 29“ 72 “
Atlanta, 8 15“ 112 40pm fi 15 “ 845 “
ragrTS —■ —■ ——
CHEROKEE RAILROAD.
ON AND AFTER Monday, Octouer, 11, 1880,
trains on this road will run daily, except
Sunday, as follows:
WESIWiM.
_______ no. NO . j.
Leave Gartersville, 10:00 a m 2:00 pni
Arrive as Stiles boro 10 :36 am 2:49 pm
“ Taylorsville... 10:57 a m 3:13 p m
llockmart 11:36 am 4:07 p m
Cedartown .... 12:35 p m 5:30 p m
EASTWARD.
STATIONS. NO. 2. NO. 4.
Leave Cedartown 2:00 p m 6:40 a m
Arrive at Rockmart 2:56 p m 8:o9 aia
“ Taylorsville... fi:34 p m 9:13 am
•• Stilesboro 3:55 pm 9:40 am
a Gartersville.... 4:30 pm 10:35 pm
ROME RAILROAD COMPAIT.
On and after Monday, Nov. 17, trains on this
Road will run as follows:
MORNING TRAIN—kVERV DAT.
Leaves Rome ,oSiS
EVENING TRAIN —SUNDAYS XXCKFTKD.
Leaves Rome f ®
Arrives at Rome .. 8d)0 p m
Both trains will make connection at Kings
ton with trains on the W. am.l A. Railroad, to
and lroin Atlanta and points South.
EBKN liILLTKIt, Pres,
j as. A. Smith r G. P Agt.
TANARUS, VT. MILNER. J. *• HARRIS, JR.
niLSLK A HAHMIN,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CARTERSVILLE. GA.
Office on West Main street, above Brwin.
A.. W-"FITE
ATTORNEY AT LAW:,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.,
Office: —With Col. A. Johnson, West side
public square. When not at office, can be lountl
at office of Carters vill e Exprk b, Opera House.
MAT ION Ali HOTEL,
DALTON, GA.
J. <J. A. LEWIS, Proprietor.
3 [THE ONLY FIRST CLASS HOTEL IN THE
1 City. Large, well ventilated rooms, splen
d sample rooms for commercial travelers,
polite waiters and excellent pure water.
Rates moderate. sepl9tt
ST. JAMES HOTEL,
(CARTERSVILLE, OIA,)
The undersigned has recently
taken ctai.rge of this elegant new hotel. H
has been newly furnished and is first- class iu
all respects.
SAMPLE ROOM FOR COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS.
Favorable terms to traveling theatrical coin
companiM. L. C* HU&s, Proprietor.
The Cartersville Exp ress.
TIRED MOTHERS.
[Published by request.]
A little elbow leans upon your kneo,
Your tired knee, that has so much to bear;
A child’s dear eyes are looking lovingly
From underneath a thatch of tangled hair.
I Perhaps you do not heed the velvet touch
Of warm, moist fingers, folding yours so tight;
Yon do not prize this blessing over much,
You are almost too tired to pray to-night.
But it is blessedness! A year ago
I did not see it as I do to-day—
We are so dull and thankless; and too slow
To catch the sunshine till it slips away,
And now it seems surpassing strange to me,
That, while I bore the badge of motherhood,
I did not kies more oft and Under!y,
The little child that brought me only good.
Aud if some night when you sit down to rest,
You miss tins elbow from your tired knee;
This rest*ess, curling head from off your breast,
This lisping tongue that chatters constantly,
If from your own the dimpled hands had slip
ped,
And ne’er would nestle in your palm again;
If the white feet into their grave had tripped;
I could not blaipe you for your heart-ache
then.
I wonder so tnat mothers ever fret
At little children clinging to their gown;
Or that the foot-prints, when the days are wet.
Are ever black enough to make them frown.
If I could find a little muddy boot,
Or cap, or jacket, on my chamber floor;
If I could kiss a rosy, restless foot,
An l hear its patter in mj home once more;
If I could mend a broken cart to day,
To morrow make a kite to reach the sky—
I here is no woman in God’s world could say
She was more blissfully content than I.
But ah! the dainty pillow next my own
Is never rumpled by a shining head;
My singing birdling from its nest is flown;
The little boy I used to kiss is dead!
TABLE HINTS FOR CHILDREN.
[The following lines were written
by the Rev. Edwin F. Hatfield, D.
D., of New York city,“for the amuse
ment of his own little ones,” and first
appeared in Woodworth's Youth's
Cabinet , more than twenty years ago.]
In silence I must take ray seat
And give God thanks before I eat;
Must for ray food in patience wait
Till I am asked to pass my plate;
I must not scold, nor whine, nor pout,
Nor move my chair nor plat* about;
With kniie, or fork, or napkin ring
I must not play; nor must I sing;
I must t ot speak a useless word,
For children must be seen—not heard;
I must not talk about my food,
'Nor fret if I don’t think it good;
I must not say “the bread is old,”
“The tea is hot,” “the coffee cold,”
I must not cry for this or that,
Nor murmur if my meat is fat;
My mouth with food I must not crowd,
Nor while I’m eating speak aloud;
Must turn my head to cougn or sneeie,
And when I ask, *ay, “if you please;”
The table cloth l must not spoil,
Nor with my food my fingers soil;
Muat keep my seat when I have done,
Nor round the table sport or mn;
When told to rise, then I must put
My chair away with neiseleSs foot
And lift my heart to God above
In praise for all His wondrous lore.
A STORY WITHOUT AN ENDING.
Though, above all things I would
avoid wearying my reader, I must
take you up one, two, three flights of
stairs. Right here we are brought
face to face with the modest an
nouncement that “Robert S. Dag
gett” i9 an “Attorney-at-Law.” Let
us open the door, just to make his
heart leap with the delusion that it’s
a client. But then, alas ! the old, old
pulsation will return, slower and
slower each day, it seems, under Its
growing burden of disappointed
hopes and bitter cynicism.
Of course we shall find Robert Dag
gett a young lawyer. It is only
young lawyers without old clients
who have to take third story offices
where new clients never eome. For
this is what glorious Fortune has es
tablished as a law, taking from him
who has not, and giving to him who
has.
Our first impressions are that Rob
ert Doggett dou’fc take exerciae
enough. Else he would have more
blood in his face, his animal nature
would have asserted itself mora
strongly, and his functions oi hope—
if you will permit the expression,
would have been better developed
and more active.
He has kept himself tao closely to
his booas to wield the sword he has
forged ; and even this moment was
rising from a leading case to ask him
self if he should ever be able to sell
his accumulating stores of legal
knowledge for dollars and celts.
lam satisfied that if the world
should suddenly condescend to look
around for those perfect heroes that
certain (romances have credited her
with owning, that she would return
weary and disgusted from the fruit
less seareq. Heroes may grow uute
perfection in the spirit land, bat as
long as they carry the flesh of this
world they are often destined to for
get the dignity of their creation and
being.
In his struggles with “the world,
the flesh and the devil,” Robert
Daggett began to think that he was
too sorely oppressed. I cannot de
feud such thoughts. But I can aym*
CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, APRIL 7, 1881.
pathise with him* Have you, my
reader, no moments of bitterness?
If none then you have a perfect right
to thank God that in this respest you
are not os other men.
Rob rt Daggett had come to Lock
port two years ogo. During ail this
time he had been as active and ag
gressive as his sense of professional
propriety permitted, and has made
one hundred and fifty dollars. He
had known dry goodß clerks, book
keepees and insurance agents to av
erage seventy-five dollars a month,
aud he firmly believed the boot
blacks along the streets were out
tripping him in the race for tvealth
—for a home. Wherefore, time and
again he had asked himself if the
faith within him wa* well-grounded,
and each day he was less satisfied
with the answer.
“I don’t know,” he iiowly solilo
quized, as he shut a half dozen open
volumes, and arranged them in their
places in his meagre library. “I
dont know just how for the contempt
of riches should be carried, but I am
each day learning what the want of
;hem expresely involves. It means
that I must take meat once a day,
and no oftener, or visions of banerupt
acts rise to haunt me, it meaus that
each and every one of my coats
threadbare; it means that I must as>k
Miss A to church whilst Mr. B. takes
her to the opera.” He had put the
last book away, and turning on his
heel began to pace back and forth
amid the gathering shadows of the
October evening.
“I wonder what the outside world
thinks of such a race ? Wat its prac
tical men and fair women say? But
Heaven forgiae the meanness of that
inquiry.” And the thin lip curled
as he turned the key in the door and
and buttoned up his coat.
If riches constitute happiness Bird
Tupper was the happiest girl in
town. Or if, peradventure, an ad
mired face, warm impulses, and pop
ular ways, are needed, the possibili
ty of enjoying the divinest of bless
ings was still here.
But she did not look altogether
happy. Now it is just barely possi*
ble that the novel she tossed to the
table had not concluded to the etei
nai ntness or things, and I am given
to understand that events of £this
kind have no little influence upon
the current of life down which some
young ladies glide.
The drawing room door opened
and the tall, erect form of a middle
aged man entered.
“Ah, Birdie!” as he picked up the
book and scanned the title. “A Wo
man’s Wrongs,’ involving, of course,
‘A Woman’s Bights.’ ”
“And now, Encle, forjmy lecture”
Aud Bird Tupper arranged herself
for the ordeal with a mock solemnity.
“Of caurse you deserve one !” he
grimly smiled. “Lecture first: A
book oeght to instruct, or it ought to
inspire, or it ought—to be burnt;
and this, doubtless, is guilty unto
death*”
“I am disappointed in it, and in
most novels, answered Birdie, with
a growing earnestness. “I find so
few rules there that seem practical.”
Her uncle lifted his shaggy eye
brows with meek astonishment.
“And do you read novels in search
of practical rules for better living
and better thinkiug? Then let me
recommend the rule of three as alto
gether more practical than the rule of
two, which, doubtless, runs ail thro’
these pages.”
“lam ready for just such discourse”
laughed Bird. “But, really, Uncle,
1 read with a good purpose, if with
poor results. I want to find a correct
measurement of just such people as
I meet. I want to find answers to
the questions that each day suggest
themselves; but I rarely succeed.”
“Of course you don’t. Dickens
knew that the anonymous sketches
of George Elliot were written by a
woman, because the portraits of wo
men in them were more powerfully
drawn than those of the men; and
who has drawn both, save Shakes
peare?”
“JS&VS,” smiled his pretty niece,
with the least of blushing. “I must
dedicate myself ts the novels oi men.”
“Oh, ho!” drawled Col. Norwood,
humorously; then you are seeking to
better understand men, me, for in
stance? But why, Birdie,” and his
voice lost its bantering strain,
“should not all young ladies dedicate
themselves to such a science above all
others? The bank president wants
every mystery of the life, nature
morals and purposes of bis cashier
made brighter than day; bvt you are
some day to give your heart and
b onor to a man’s keeping.”
“No, no,” Bird explained, with a
; rebuking look and smile, “I shall
die an old maid.”
“You might better, perhaps, if ytu
fail to solve the problem. But come,
give me some examples to prartice
on.”
“Indeed, uncle, you’re more prac
tical than usual; I can’t have any
particular man in view.”
“Of course, not—of course not! But
get one in view; we must have an
example.”
Bird Tupper hesitated.
“No names, no names—a descrip
tion will answer.”
“I might give you a dozen.”
“One will do better.”
“How, then, would so practical a
man as yourself explain the where
fore of a young lawyer of apprrently
social nature, ea*y manners, of good
conversotional powers, absolutely
shunning society?”
“Easy enough, easy enough!” as
he stroked his whiskers with the
air of a man of profound convictions.
“In the first place he can’t afford so
ciety, and in the second place he
can’t afford to fall in love.”
“Of coarse not. The true lover
crucifies his love if he believes it
will not bless its object. He don’t
care to link her bright fate to his dark
one.”
“Well, indeed, that’s romantic!”
laughed Bird. “I’m much afraid,
uncle, you’ve been brought up on
novels.”
“But, all that I say is as true as gos
pel, aud I can prove it.”
“How.”
“When would you expect this
brilliant young lawyer to come into
your presence again, supposing him
to be like untoother men?”
“I didn’t say he was brilliant.”
“But I did, you see you have con
verted me already.”
“He ought to be at the Rifle’s ball
next Mouday, but be won’t.”
“Yes be will.”
His manner was even more em
phatic than his words, so that Bird
Tupper looked up with a stare of
mingled surprise and drollery into
ner uncle’s face.
“Now I don’t endorse wager by
battle, or otherwise, but I will bet
ll n SS'ffiSA.’BlSf
in no wise have the matter suggested
to him—isn’t that fair?”
Bird could only laugh at her un
cle’s earnestness, and the absurdity
of his proposition, but she accepted
the wager.
“Give me his address,”
“Why, he’s only an illustration,
uncle!” And there were threaten
isgt of a return of her embarrass
ment.
“Of course, of course, Birdie!”
“Robert S. Dagerett—Long’s build
iug—that’s all I know about it,” tap
ping her littleslipper uneasily against
tae fender.
“Bet it is up three stories—bet one
bet at a time.”
Whereupon, in the most matter of
fact way, 001. Norwood took down
the address and wrote underneath it
the wager.
“Robert S. Daggett Please
write me in fifteen minutes and one
hundred words the difference be
tween Trespass on the Case, and Tres
pass vi it armis. You may answer
this or not, just as you please. The
boy waits your eecision.”
Robert Daggett read it twice, and
then looked at the boy who brought
it, It wa9 all in vain.
“Deuced strange and summary
way for seeking out legal advice,”
but I cannot afford to deal out to
charity my legal treasures.” and so
thinking, he seized a pen and dashed
down:—
“Trespass, ri et armis has two ele
ments. First, unlawful commission;
second, force continuing in motion
from the plaintiff’s hands, until it
reaches aDd injures defendant. I
eithor one is present without the
other, it constitutes Trespass on the
Case.”
w ja
“Now that’s what I call clever,”
reasoned Col. Norwood, half aloud,
as he read the above answer to his
letter. “Really clever, and clear as
sunshine. Campbell knew it all, but
he couldn’t put it to me so that I
could see 4, and that I do not like.
When our road runs over a man I
want to know just exactly what we’ve
done, and why the action is trespass
on the case. This tells ma, and I
shall see Campbell to-day and write
Daggett to-morrow. So clear a head
cannot hurt the case, and I want to
give him a chance to breathe, and
to go into society, and I want to win
those slippers and solve a greater
problem than some novelists eve
have.
* * * * * *
It was Ihe Tuesday morning after
the ball.
“And now, Birdie, for the commit
tee’s repor.. Was Robert Daggett
there?”
“Yes, uncle, but—”
“But nothibgl” he shouted, with
his old imperious humor. “Only
have these slippers by Christmas.”
And then the Colonel bent its head,
and said something in so low a tone
that your author could not catch it,
but Bird Tupper must have heard
every word, for she colored splen
didly, as she explained in pathetic
remonstrance: “Now uncle!”
THE RESTING PLACE OF JOHN
WILKES BOOTH.
The Washington correspondent of
the Buffalo Commercial writes: “It
was only after some patient Inquiry
that I could ascertain the facts, which
aro interesting, and so far as I know
are yet unpublished. Booth died, as
will be remembered, in a barn in
Maryland, from a wouud received
from the musket ot Boston CorDett.
The body was bronght to Washing
ton, and, after having been identi
fied by the court marshal before
which his fellow conspirators were
tried, was dissected by the Surgeon
General of the army. The brain and
heart and other parts of the body
were preserved in alcohol, and are
now on exhibition in the medical
museum of the Surgeon General’s
office. The building in which the
assassination occurred was Ford’s
theatre. The government confiscated
it, but afterward Ford was paid in
full value, and it has since been used
as the headquarters of the medical
corps of the army. The braiu and
heart of Booth are in jars standing in
jars, standing ea e that is situ
ated very near the actual scene of
the assassination. After the surgeon
had doue with Booth’s body it was
buried in a grave in the arsenal
grounds. Only half a dozen persons
knew the exact spot which was un
marked. In 1867 Edwin Booth, the
actar, sent Mr. Weaver, the sexton
, t3D, eb *fSS*_ Baltimore -., t0
the remains of his broiher might be
taken ud and removed to the family
burial place. After somn delay the
request was granted by President
Johnson, who was finally appealed
to, and Mr. Weaver took the body to
the cemetery in Baltimore, and bur
ied it besike the body or the elder
Booth and others of the family. The
removal was conducted with the
greatest secrecy, and was concealed
from Secretary Stanton, who had re
fused to give his consent.
DISAGREEABLE WOMEN.
A disagreeable woman is like a
vacuum; there is no place for her in
nature* She is a paiody upon herself
It there is a touch of beauty about
her, she gives those she meets the
sort of a shock one would feel on
taking what appears to be wine, and
it is in reality vinegar. Fortunately
she very seldom is beautiful in the
true sense of the word. Nature does
not lend itself to shams. It is piti
lessly exacting. Sweetness of face
must result from sweetness of dispo
sition. The tace is not a mask, but a
mirror. It reveals everything with
terrible iugeniousness. Amiability
is not to be simulated to the obser
vant eye. You cannot stamp Ihe
marks, the lines, the flowing curves
of the agreeable on your face, unless
you have the quality in your breast.
For this reason the disagreeable
mom ad is never really beautiful. Her
features at their beat, remind you of
etchings ; the effects have been bit in
by acids.” The forms of the disa
greeable in women are infinite, but
the effect of all is the same. In place
of attraction there is repulsion; in
place of love, pity —if not scorn, in
place of happiness, sour discontent.
The disagreeable woman is irksome
to every created thiug, including her
self. There is positive.y only one
way to deal with her —turn her into
a joke. In that way she may be
made tolerable, like the Frenchman’s
slippers— useless, but just as avaiiav
ble as the basis of a ragut.
A couotry and aeon went on a free
ticket to a circus. His pastor remon
strated within him to the wickedness
of so doing, but he made answer:
“Why, you see, pastor I bad|a dead
head ticket, and I thought it my
bounden duty tu go and keep some
body out of that seat who might
| have been charmed by the circus.”
ANDREW JOHNSON’S HOUSE.
A correspondent, who has recently
visited Greeneville, Tennessee, writes
the following in regard to the home
of ex-President Johnson:
Driving through the neighborhood
we came to a small two-story brick
residence, built in the severest style
of architecture. The door opens on
the street. The one small yard on
either side arid in the rear of tho
house, though scrupulously neat, is
devoid of shrub or flower. The en
tire premises are painfully destitute
of ornamentations, but in perfect
keeping with the original mind of its
former occupant. Contiguous to the
dwelling stands a small frame build
ing, weather.beaten and old, that is
dignified by the title of “Office.”
Here, during his life,when not whirl
ed in a political vortex, or engaged
in some active pursuit, Mr. Johnson
spent hi 9 leisure hours. This was his
“sanctum sanctorum,” and here, still
in his library of valuable books, is a
copy of the Constitution of the Unit
ed States, the margin of its leaves
filled by comments in the peculiar
chirograpny of the ex president, con
stituting a curiosty of the collection.
On the parellel back street is the fa
mous tailor shop, with the sigh—“A.
JOHNSON”—etill preserved. We
were informed that the family cherish
a pride in this tiny building, and the
beholder cannot fail to view with
reverence a character occupying a po
sition so humble, exalting himself by
force of will to the lofty sphere of
Chief Magistrate of this grand repub
lic. Nearly one mile distant from
the dwelling, we drove through an
arched gateway into a broad field, in
the centre of which is a very high
hill on which is reared the “Johnson
Monument.” The base is of granite,
containing two arches, from which
rises a magnificent marble shaft
twenty-five feet in height, draped in
the American flag, surmounted by an
eagle with outspread wings, which
seemingly keeps perpetual vigil o’er
the ashes of him who in life clung so
tenaciously to these symbols. Aside
from the date of his birth in 1808 and
his 1875, no inscription adorns the
tomb, save the simple sentence, “His
faith in the people never wavered.”
>lme of Mr*,
words, “sacred to the memory of our
mother.” To the left of the monu
ment rest, side by side, two sons who
only attained the age of twenty-three
years, and directly in front is a hand
some monument designating the last
resting-place of Andrew Johnson, Jr.
Life’s fitful fever over, he slept with
his father at twenty-five. At the
death of this son the home became
extinct. A vacancy to the right for
the graves of two daughters, the sole
remaining members of the family,
complete for the inelosure. We turn
ed at the gate of the iron railing and
viewed the beautiful grounds within,
and searched in vain for some word
Of comfort to his friends, some happy
hope chiseled in the purity of the
marble, but no word of inspiration
meets the eye. Sad commentary up
on the life of a man who occupied
places of trust and honor, a man who
was ever of the people.
Away from this hill slope broad
fields, tinged here and there by a
faint suspicion of green, the interven
ing country dotted over with farm
cottages and gardens, with occasion
ally a more pretentious residence.
In juxtaposition arises a range of
snow-capped mountains, that rear
their everlasting arms as if to pierce
the blue sky above for the reception
of Him who thundered from Mount
Sinai, “Thou shalt know no other
God but Me.”
Anew invention is reported from
Turin. It consits in the application
of light giving materials to printing
ink, by which print becomes lamln*
ous in the dark, so that in future it
will be possible to read at night, in
bed or during a journey, without the
assistance of candle or lamp. Anew
daily paper, in which this luminous
material will be used, is, it is said,
about to be published in Turin.
If we do wrong many discover it
and all despise us; if we do well, but
few men find it out and fewer still
entertain it kindly. If we commit
errors, there is no pardon; if we
could do wonders, there would be
but little thanks, and that too extort
ed from unwilling givers.— Abram
Cowley.
A popular writer of the day says
that “originality is simply a pair of
fresh eyes.” But if they are too fresh
it is apt to be caned greenness.
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NO. 14.