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lit-OAL AUVERTIHEIEHTR. Will be inserted at the following ratrt: Sheriff sales, per square ’13 60 Sheriff's mortgage sales 6 01 Application for letters of admistration 6(0 Application for letters of guardianship 6 00 Dismission from administration 6 00 Dismission from guardianship 6 00 For leave to sell land 4 00 Application for homestead 4 00 Notice to debtors and creditors 4 00 Sale of real estate by administrators, exeoutors and guardians, per square 3 50 Sale of perishable property, ten days... 2 00 Estray notion, thirty dais 2 00 Announcement — All bills for ndvertis- ing in this paper are due on the first appear* aace of the advertisement, when the money is needed. Poetic Selections. SWEET VIOLETS. Birehen boughs are leafless still, And the wind Is keen and chill; On the hedges brown and bare Scarce one bursting bud 1 see, Only, in this tunny nook Scented violets welcome mo. Ah, that fragrance! how It brings B»ck o’d days on rosy wings - Days when Life's blue sky was clear, When the simple hesrts of youth Gathered treaiuers all the year Of unlading love end truth I Fragrant aro they now as ever, And as each small flower I sever Frsm its sheltered wooaland home, Forms beneath the cold earth sleeping Once more down the pathway come With glad eyes that know not weeping 1 Violets I ye bring me Many a sonny memory, And as one by w ne I gather You. the first best gem ol sprinj, Beemeth It to me your sweetness To sad hearts some cheer must tring. Friends the token might receive Your lowliness Is meant to give, tfo, with wishes true and kind, I shall send you uhere the city— Growing nothing half so fair— fchall rectlve with turner pity, Your small blossoms, sweet and rare I —[Chambers's Journal. Stories and. Sketches. GENERAL GORDON’S STORY. THE LAST STRUGGLE ABOUT RICH MOND.—THE RETREAT AND SUR RENDER OF LEES ARMY. Extract from Aitlelo in Philadelphia Times, by ••a. vr. o.' A sort of respite wan had for the day after the night attack on Fort Stead man, and then the death-struggle began. Grant hurled his masses upon our starved and broken down veterans. His main attack was made upon our left, A. P. Hill’s corps. Grant’s effort was to tarn our flanks and get between us and North Carolina, The fighting was most fearffil and continuous. It was a mira cle that we held our lines for a single day. With barely 6,000 men I was holding six miles of line. I had just 1,000 men to the mile, or about one to every two yards. Hill and Longstreet were not in much better line, and some part of this thin line was being forced coniinually. The main fight was en my line, as Longstreet was nearer Richmond. Heavy masses of troops were hurled upon our line. We would have to rally our forces at a certain point to meet the attack. By the time we would repel it, we would find another point attacked, and would hurry to defend that. Of course, with driving men from one part of the line would leave it exposed, and the enemy would rush In, when we would have to drive them out and re-es- tablish our line. Thus the battle raged day after day. Our line would bend, and twist, and melt, and break, and close again, only to he battered against once more. Our people performed prodigies of valor. How they endured through these terrible, hopeless, bloody days, I do not know. They fought desperately and heroically, although they were so weakened through hunger and work that they could scarcely stand upon their feet, and tottered from one point of assault to another, but they never complained. They fought sternly and gamely as men who had made up their minds to die, and we held our lines some how or other, God only knows how. We managed before the nightfall of every day to retake from theYederals the last inch of oar lines. When the men ^dropping in trenches, would eat their scanty rations, try to forget their bun. ger and snatch an hour or two of sloep. Next day the federals would be hammer ing at us again with fresh troops. Then there was twelve hours of constant fight ing again.- This thing went on until the morning of the 21 of April. Early that day it became evident that the su preme moment had come. The enemy THE BUTLER HERALD. w. M. OKNM., I Jl>m I>. HIHH, | ‘LET THERE BE LIGHT.” Subscription, $1,50 in Advance. VOLUME III. BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1879. NUMBER 148. SUBSCRIPTION PATES. One year * ** 1 ™ Six mouths """ Vk Three nlonths w he*ipapsr law Deel«le«« 1. Any peraon who takes a paper regular ly from the postoffice-whether directed to hia n une or another’*, or whether he haa anb* scribed or not - ia responsible for the amount. 2. If a Ler*on orders hb!paper discontinued he must pay all arrearages, or the publisher may continue to send it until payment is made, and collect the whole amount,whether the paper is taken from the office or not. 3. The courts have decided that refusing to take newspapers or periodicals from the postofflee, or removing and leaving them uncalled for ia prima facie evidence of in tention enemy rushed upon us. We had to turn and beat them back. Then began one of the most heroic and desperate struggles ever sustained ;by troops. A worn, ex hausted force of hardly 4,000 tnen, with vast and victorious aimy, fresh ahd strong, pressed upon our heels. We turned upon every hill top to meet them and give our wagon trains and artillery time to get ahead. Instantly they would strike us. We invariably rempulsed them; they never broke through my dauntless men, but alter we had fought for au hour or two we would find huge masses of men pressing down our flanks, and to keep from being surrounded I would have to withdraw my men. We always retreated in good order, though always under fire. As we retreated we would wheel and fire, to repel the rush, and then stagger on to the pext hilltop or vantage ground, where a new fight would be made. At night my men had no'rest. We marched through the night in order to get a little respite from fight ing. All night long I would see my poor fellows hobbling along, prizing wagons or artillery out of the mud, and thus supplementing the work of our broken'down horses. JAt dawn though I would find my line ready for battle and my men would fight with",the steadiness and valor of the Old Guard. This lasted until the night ol the 7th of April. The retreat of Lee’s army was lit up with the fire and flash of battle, in which my brave men moved about like demigods, for five days and nights. Then we were sent to the front for a rest, and Long- street was ordered to cover the retreat ing army. On the evening after the 8th, when I had reached the ront, my scout, George, brought me two men in confed erate uniform who he said belonged to the enemy, as he had seen them counting onr men as they filed past our camp fire. ] had the men brought to the fire and examined them. They made a moot plansible defense, but George was positive they were spies. I ordered them seaiched. He failed to find any thing, when 1 ordered him to cut open thdr boots. In the bottom of one of the boots I found an order from Gen eral Grant to General Ord, telling him to move by forced marches toward Lynchburg and cut off General Lee 1 retreat. The men then confessed they were Jessies and belonged to General Sheridan. They stated that they knew that the penalty of their course was death, but asked that I should not kill them, as the war could only last a few days longer, anyhow. I kept them pris oners and turned them ever to General Sheridan after the surrender. I at once sent the information to General Lee and a short time afterwards reeeived orders to go to his headquarters. That night was held Lee’s last council of war. There were present at this council Gen eral Fits Hugh, Lee as head of the cav* airy, and Pendleton as chief of artillery, and myself. General Longstreet wa9, I think, too busily engaged to attend, General Lee then presented to correspondence he had with General Grant that day, and askei our opinion of the situation. It seemed that surren der was inevitable. The only chance of escape was that I could cut a way for the army through the lines in front of me. General Lee asked me if I could do this. I replied that I did not know what forces were in front of me; that if General Ord had not arrived, thought he had not, with his heavy masses of infantry, I could cut through, I guaranteed that my men could cut a way through all the cavalry that could be massed in front of them. The coun cil finally dissolved with the understand ing that the army should be surrendered if I discovered tlfe next morning, after feeling the enemy’s lines, that the infan try had arrived in such force that I could not cut my way through. THE FINAL DEATH-STRUGGLE. My men w< re drawn up in the little opened the gap the wider. I saw plainly that the federate would rn.di in between us, and then there would have ljeon no confederate army left. Only two bodies of 4,000 men each hemmed in and fights ing against fate; I therefore determined to send a flag of truce. I called Major Hunter, of my staff, to me and told him that I wanted him to carry a flag of truce forward. He said : “General, we have no flag of truce?’ I told him to get one. He replied: “General, we have no flag of truce in our command.’’ I then said : “Then get your handkerchief, put it on a s % tick and go forward.” “I have no handkerchief, general.” “Then borrow one and go forward with He turned and reported to me there was no handkerchief in my staff. “ J hen, major, use your shirt.” “You see, general, that we all have on flannel shirts.” At last we found a man who had a white shirt. He gave it to us and I tore off the back and tail, and rigging this to a stick Major Hunter went out toward the enemy’s lines. I instructed him to simply say to General Sheridan that General Lee had written me that a flag of truce had been sent from General Grant’s headquarters, and that he could act as he deemed beat on this informa tion. In a few moments he came bf»ck with Major , of General Sheridan’s staff. This officer said: “General Sheridan requested me to present his compliments and to demand the unconditional surrender of your army.” “Major, you will please return my compliments to General Sheridan and say that I will not surrender!” “But, general, he will annihilate you.” "lam perfectly well aware of my situs i ation and simply gave General Sheridan some information which he may or not desire to act upon.” He went back to his lines and in a short time General Sheridan came gal* loping forward on an immense Dorse, at tended by a very large staff. Just here an incident occurred that came near oeing a serious ending. As General Sheri dan was approaching I noticed one of my sham-shooters drawing his rifle down upon him. I at once called to him: ‘Put up your gun, sir. This is a flag of truce.” But he never raised it. He simply rested it to his shoulder and was draw* ing a bead on Sheridan when I leaned forward and jerked hiB gun. He strug gled with me but I finally raised it. I then loosed it. He started to nim again. I caught the gun again, when he turned his stern, white face, all broken with grief and streaming with tears, up to me and said: “ Well, general, then let him keep on his own side.” The fighting continued up to this poiut. Indeed after the flag of truce a regiment of my men who had been fighting their way through toward where we were aud who did not know of a flag of truce, fired into some of Sheridan 1 cavalry. This was speedily stopped, however. I showed General Sheridan General Lee’s note and he determined to await events. He dismounted and I did the same. Then for the first time the men seemed to understand what it all meant. saw the men crying, and heard them cheering “ Uncle Robert ” with their simple, but pathetic remarks, he turned to me and said in a broken voice: Oh, geneial ( If it hod only been my lot to have fallen in one of our battles! To have given up my life to this cause that we c<$uld not save!’’ I told him that he should not feel that way; that he had done all that mortal man could do, and that every man and woman in the South would feel this and would make him feel it. No, no! There will be many who will blame me. But. general, I have the consolation of knowing that my science approves what I have done, and that the army sustains me.” In a few hours the army was scattered and the men. went back to their ruined and dismantled homes, many of them walking all the way to Georgia and Alabama, all of them penniless, worn out and well nigh heart-broken. Thus passed away Lae’s army; thus his last battles were fought; thus was the army of Virginia surrendered; thus was the great American tragedy closed—let us all hope forever.” A speech that General Gordon made to his men that night as they gathered about him for the last time, is an un written classic of the South. Men who heard it describe it as surpassing in eloquence and effect anything that they ever heard from human lips. “ No man,” said one of them to me, “who heard Gordon that night can ever cease to love him.” Advice* to Careless Girls. ITEMS OF INTEREST. SENTIMENT ON THE SANDS. .tucked in unusually heavy force, all wnn ol Appomattox that night. I still ’ along the line of mine and Hill’s corps. 1 had about 4 ' 000 men under m9 ‘ 1 had It beesms absolutely necessary to co'n-1 ““I new as the "“J had been cent rats my men at a few points along divided into two commands, which were my line in order to make a determined * 8 iven to General Longstreet and myself, resistance. This left great gaps in my 1 Ea,1 J on the “orning of the 9th I pre line cf breastworks unprotected by any- J P ared ,or the aMault 11 P m the onem l’ B thing save a vidette or two Of course the federals broke through these unpro tected forces and established themselves in my breastworks. At length, having re pulsed the forces attacking the points I defended, I began re-establishing my line. My men fought with a valor and desperate courage that I have rarely seen equalled. We captured position after po sition. and by four o’clock in the after* noon I had. re-established my whole line, exoept at one point—this was very strongly defended; but I prepared to assault it, and notified General Lee of ray purpose and of the situation, when he sent me a message, telling me that Hill’s line had been broken and that General Hill himself bad been killed. He ordeied, therefore, that I should make no further flight, but prepare for the evacuation which he had determined to make that night. That night we left Petersburg. Hill’s corps, terribly shat tered and withont its commander crossed tho river first, and I followed, having orders from General Lee to cover the retreat. We spent the night in march line and began the last fighting done in Virginia. My men rushed forward gamely, and as had always been the way, broke line after line of the enemy. I was still unable to tel’ what I was fight ing, and did not know whether I was striking infantry or dismounted cavalry, I only knew that my men were driving them back,*nd were getting farther and farther through. Just then I had a message from General Lee telling me a flag of truce had been sent forward and asking what I had better do; leaving it to my discretion as to what course to pursue. My men were still pushing their way on. I sent at once to hear from General Longstreet, feeling that if he was marching toward me we might still cut through and carry our army forward. I learned that he was about two miles off with his men, faced ju6t opposite from mine, fighting for his life. I thus saw that the case was hopeless. The further each of us drove the enemy, the further we drifted apart and the more exposed we left our wagon trains aud artillery which were posted between ing, and early the next morning the 1 us. Every line either of he broke only • THE SCENES OF THE SURRENDER. And then the poor fellows broke down. The men cried like children. Torn, Btsrved and bleeding as they were they had rather have died than have surren dered. At one word from me they would have hurled themselves on the enemy and have cut their way through or have fallen to a man with their guns in their hands. But I could not permit it. The great drama had been fought to its end. Men are seldom permitted to look upon such a scene 'as the one pre sented there. That these men should have wept at surrendering so unequal a fight—at being taken out of this con stant carnage and storm—at being sent back to their families—that they should have wept at having their starved and wasted forms lifted out ol the jaws of death and placed ones more before their hearthstones, was an exhibition of forti tude and patriotism that might set ex ample for all time. Ab, sir, every ragged soldier that surrendered that day—from the highest to the lowest--from the old veteran to the beardless boy—every one of them carried a heart of gold in his breast. It made my heart bleed for them, and sent the tears streaming down my face as I saw them surrender the poor riddled, battle-stained flags that they had followed so often and that had been made sacred with the blood of their comrades. The poor fellows would step forward, give up the scanty rag that they had held so precious through so many long and weary years, and then turn and wring their empty hands together, and bend their beads in an agony of grief. Their sobs and the sobs of their commanders could be heard for yards around. There were others who would tear the flag irom the staff and hide the precious rag in their bosoms and hold it there. As General Lee rode down the line with me, and We wandered away from the crowd, The blare o( the noisy band, By the loving lips o! the ocean, Over the golden sand. Talking ridiculous nonsense, Inspecting preposterous shells, Flotiam and Jetsam various, With singular maritime smell*. A bottle, a barrel, some seaweed, Some muscular btvalvee agape, The remains of the edible persons Shriveled and dried out of shape. Fasa children interring each other In Jocular tomblets of sand, Digging, aud delving, and lnugblrg, ▲ merry sepulchral band. "Might I smoke?” "As a matter of course.” She liked the smell of tho woed. A light from a son of the soil, And back with Impetuous speed, 8ho was poised In a pensive pose . As I noiselessly neared her stand, And I saw that she wrote, with her parasol, Lines on the golden sand. My heart it patted my ribs; 8he’s writing, no doubt on the sly, The nr me that pleases her best— "My own, I’ll be bound,” thought I. Over her shoulder I peeped— Over her ruffling collars; On the golden sand she scrawled: "S100.000.” New York Herald. The tender and general feeling of sym pathy for the suicide of Lavinia Roach will rapidly abate now that the girl’s history is known. She seems to have started in life with unusually good pros pects, for though humbly born and bred, she was so pleasing in face and manner as to excite the kindly interest of her betters. Had she maintained the self- control which is within the power ef every woman, she might to-day be a happy wife instead of a loathsome corpse. She preferred to have a “ good time an expression not uncommon among girls, and not necessarily of a bad mean ing, but though the beginning of said good times are never with bad Intent, the end is almost universally disgraceful. To keep company with men apparently above their own station—men who dress well, have money, and call themselves gentlemen—is by such girls held to be a delightful honor, but not a particle of honor or respect does it ever bring them from their male companions. What they usually get is Bhame, disgrace, and a terrible wounding of affections, really pure, that may have been honestly sim ulated under promises foolishly believed. Some of these women have character enough to begin a new life, bnt the streets of any large city after nightfall show what becomes of most of them. Perhaps the womanly incentive to love some one unselfishly may be as strong in them as it ever was, but who will accept their love? The story of Lavinia Roach, pretty and ladylike to the day of her death, gives sufficient answer. If young women would extract the greatest possi ble happiness out of life, let them never exchange the pleasures of their own social circle, humdrum though they may be, for the society of bright young who can give them suppers and in vite them to balls, drives and excur sions. Men whose intentions are honor able woo girls at thdr homes, not by stealth and in out-of-the way places. How the Pope Looks. New York Tribuns. Pope Leo is said to look taller than he really is, because of his extreme slender ness; his figure, however, is elegant, in spite of his leanness. He has a splen didly shaped head, /ringed with silver hair, and a kindly face, hoalthy in coloring. His mouth, chin and jaw ex press strength and firmness, and there iB said to be in his expression a beautiful “light of inward joy.” He wears a sou tane,or close redingote of soft, white woolen cloth, taking the form of the fig ure at the waist and held there with a band of embroidered silk, and buttoned quite down in front, showing the slip pers of red silk, embroidered with a gold cross. A cape of the same color and ma terial falls from the shoulders to the els bows, similarly buttoned to the coat in front, with some soft substance like down or ermine edging the cape around the neck, but not closely, and down the front; a golden cord hangs around the neck, resting on the shoulders, and de pending in front is a golden and jeweled cross. His white hands are narrow, and the fingers long and beautifully rounded, and the nails are psrfectly almond 1 shaped and pink-tinted. On his head he wears a white skull cap. A Hermit’s Death. From the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A horrible discovery was made by some men walking on the bank of the River des Peres yesterday morning Several months since an old man, whose locks were whitened by the snows of eighty winters asked permission to oc cupy the hollow trunk of a large tree on the farm of William Dreyer, a few miles out on the Olayton road. He was ac corded the desired permission and thence forth took up his residence in this prime val sort of a home. In some way he got possession of an old stove, some cooking utensils, a mattress and some blankets, sustaining life by doing odd jobs for the neighboring dairies. Noth ing was known of the hermit’s antece dents, and no one made any particular inquiries. He was harmless and inoffen sive, and no one envied tha poor old fel low his hard lot. Yesterday his body was iound upon the bed in his abode, and it was evident the vital spark had fled several days before. Ho went by the name Baetzer, out the coroner will make the attempt to-day to discover something more definite regarding hia paat life Mid connections. Underground Lake. Foreign Notre. A wonderful underground lake (has been discovered at Hemclen, Algeria, near the picturquese cascades of that place. Seme miners had blasted an enormous reck near the cascades, and on removal ef thfl debris found it had covered a large opening into a cave, the floor of which was covered with water. Constructing a rude raft and providing themselves with candles the workmen sailed along this underground river, which at a distance of lixty meters was very high and covered with stalactites, the brilliant colors oi which sparkled under the light of the candles. Con tinuing their course, the workmen had at certain places to navigate their craft between the stalactites, which meeting stalagmites* from the bed of the lake, formed enormous columns, which looked as if they had been made expressly to sustain the enormous arches. They thus reached the extremity of the lake, where they noticed a large channel extending toward the south, into which the water quietly made its way. This is supposed to be a largo fissure which has baffled exploration hitherto at Sebdon, and which connects the cascades with that locality and thus with the mysterious sources of the Tatna. It is possible that here they have found an immense natural basin, supplied by powerful sources and sending a part of its waters toward the lake, while the rest goes to Lebdon. The workmen estimate the distance under ground traversed by them at three kilo meters and the breadth by the lake at two. They brought out with them a quantity of fish, which swarmed round the raft and. which we-e found to be blind. Canning Red Fisk. A few weeks ago the large carpet in the adjuster’s room of the San Francieco mint was taken up for the first time in five yean and burnva for the purpose of reducing the accumulations of filings. The value of the bullion obtained was $2 400. Rev. Mr. Munson, who lately aston ished a Worcester congregation of Ad-, ventists by stepping down from the plat form and marrying himself to a young woman, is now astonished to find himself in jail on a charge of bigamy. He is said to have a wife and four children in Kansas. The mayor of Scranton, Pennsylvania, Powderly by name, is a thorough patriot. A circus recently exhibiting there flew the British flag above the Stars and Stripes, whereupon he ordered the mana ger to “take the* proper precaution to place the American flag in its proper po sition, viz.: above all others, for no flag can float above it in this city.” There has been rapid increase in mil ling in the west, especially in recent years. The quantity of flour made in St. Louis in 1858 was 825,661 barrels, 895,154 in 1868, and in 1878 there were 1,916,290 barrels. Minneapolis has lately been manufacturing about five million bushels of wheat per annum,iand now is said to have facilities for making two million barrels of flour. It has been calculated that if a single grain of wheat produces fifty grains in one year’s growth, and these and sue ceeding crops be planteg and yield pro portionately, the product of twelve years would suffice to supply all the in habitants of the earth foi a lifetime. In twelve years the single grain will have multiplied itself 24 i,140,625, COO, 000 times Sunstroke is caused by excessive heat but loss of sleep, worry, and general de bility will predispose one to it. Those obliged to work in the hot sun should wear a light straw hat with a wet cloth within; a cabbage leaf is often used tor the same purpose. If a feeling of dizzi ness comes on, seek a cool and Bbady place at once, and apply cold water to the head. Ammonia should be inhaled if faintness is felt, but very cautiously Tea-tasters are well aware of the dan gers to which they are subject, and few of them can carry on the business for many years without ruining their health. Moderato draughts of tea may produce an agreeable exhilaration of mind and body, with no noticeable reaction ; but the effects of its excessive use are de clared by doctors to be palpitation of^the heart, an absence of exhilaration, severe headache, dimness of vision, and dull ness and confusion of the mind. Cases of severe neuralgia are frequently the result of over much tea. Henry Pace killed the young man who had wronged his daughter, at Clerken- well, England, and public sentiment fa vored him so Btrongly that a fund was raised to support his family during the year and a half of imprisonment to which he was sentenced. His escape from a worse punishment was regarded as lucky, and he went to prison in good spirits. But the daughter taunted him with being a murderer, and in conse quence of that he banged himself in his cell. Boiton AJvortlaer. Some enterprising young men in Idaho have organizsd a company for the cant ning of tho famed red fish of Wallowa Lake. This red fish is met with nowhere else in America or in the world. It will live only in ice cold water of the mount tain lakes. Some of the Idaho papers are inclined to class red fish with the salmon, but another paper of the Terri- toiy angrily avers, “ There is about as much similarity between the looks and flavor of the sickly salmon and the red fish as there is between good, fat canvas- back duck and an old setting-mother wild goose.” The ’ red fish faverage twenty inches in length, and weigh from four to eight pounds. The flavor is something like that of the lake trout the body is slim, the fins of fine texture, and the whole appearance strikingly beautiful. August is the only month in which the romantic fellows can be caught. .. Mrs. Goodington has been shopping. “ The clerks,” she says, “ treated me with the outermost condensation, ’a long they could get anything out o’ me; but no sooner had one of ’em found out that two yards of caliker and a hank o’ yarn was all I wanted, than he began scream ing nut, ‘ Gash ! ’ afore he'd half done ’em up.’’—[Boston Transcript. WAITING. BY MILTON H. MABBLK. I have waited for thy coining Till the moon haa sunk to real, Far behind the distant mountain?, In the gorgeooi blushing weatl And the etara look down upon me, Wondering why I linger here; Bat I shall not tell the story, m I will keep It many a ye#'. At the sound of each faint footstep, Made by gentle, fairy tread, I start up, with hope returning Ol a vision that lias Aid. E’en the stars will not bstray me, Tell the secret te thy ear; Bo I wait, alternate hoping, For the voice I fain would hear. Bat the one light, merry footfall Will n i to n Yet I wait, u I have waited, Though the grasi is moist with dew, For thy light and fairy footstep, Hoping still that thou art true! Clipped Paragraphs. Men With Numbers. New York Times, The custom of calling men John Rogers, second, or 2d, and Peter Smith, third, or 3d, to distinguish them from person) of the same name in direct line of descent, is happily confined,we believe, to New England, and, in the main, to the minor towns of that section. Out side of New England, the custom is not understood, which accounts for mention in some of the city newspapers (refer ring to Walter Paine, third, defaulter and absconder, at Fall river) of Walter Payne, third treasurer of the American Linen company. Fortunately for the corporation he was its only treasurer. To have had two more treasurers of bis possible kind would, indeed, have been appalling. The custom Is awkward, and would never have arisen but for the dis position of New England to cling to the Bame name with variations. Everybody knows how they divide and subdivide unimportant towns and villages there into, for example Monroe, North Mon roe, South Monroe, East Monroe, West Monroe, Northwest Monroe, Northwest- by west Monroe, etc. They have some thing the same habit in regard to names of their citizens, though they do not carry it quite so far. It is to be hoped since men oi the numerical designation have become malefactors and fugitives .from justice, that it will lose favor and finally fall into desuetude. People ■who do not want to be nominally con founded with one another should change their baptismal names, if their parents havo not been sensible enough to do so. If numerical appellations were prevalent in (great cities, in New York, for ex ample, merely lor distinction, we should have auy number of George Browns, 468th, 969th, and 221st. As to John Smith, he would be as far up, probably, as John Smith, 2,000th, and Jobn Rogers might advance to l,6C3d. It is easy to pick holes in other peo ple’s work, but far more profitable to do better work yourself. ..Old Sojourner Truth says she has more alarm about the civiliz'd heathen than she has about those who are not civilized. ..“Can love die?” inquires Mary E. Nealy in a recently published poem. It can r not, though it gets dreadfully idjourned occasionally. ..Some men are captivated by a wo« man’s laugh, just as some men predict a pleasant day, because the sun shines out for a moment. They forget the chances for a squalls. . .“Julius,” said a Brooklyn gentleman to his colored servant, “don’t you enjoy the astronomical phenomena these fine evenings?” “Duuno, Bah,” responded the darkey, “ mush melons are my favor ite fruit.” ..“If Lincoln had not died,” ex* claimed a political orator, “what would he have been to-day?” “Alive,” sadly ventured a timid-looking man on a back seat, and then the tide of eloquence was momentarily checked. .I’ll subscribe for that paper,” said Vanderbilt, laying down an agricul tural paper he had been fading, “it’s editor is a man of high attainments.” His eyes had caught an article headed- “ Water your stock regularly.” ..A good thing on Dennh Kearney cornea from California. Saye one Irish man to another: “ An’ faith, who ia this Dennis Kearney ? ” “Arrah, bedad, he is a workingmon.” “ A workingmon ; but what does he do ? ” “ Do ? Nothi- ing. He’s a workingmon.” ..New Haven Register: Nothing is more picturesque than a woman at a picnic in the rain. Her finery, damp ened by the moisture of heaven, her skirts bedraggled in the wet grass and mud, her spirits in the basement of the thermometer, she reminds one of the chicken that has been making believe it was a duck, and got beyond its depth. .. A Philadelphia Miss at Long Branch bothers the young men to whom she is introduced by starting off’ in this way, be* fore they have a chance to say a word : “Yes, it ia awfully hot. We came here last week. We will stay two weeks more. We are at this hotel. I like Long Branch. Now, let’s talk sbout something else.” Three medical celebrities met to gether to consult at the sick bed of Gen eral X. After they go the Genera rings for his man-servant. “Well Jacques, you showed those gentlemen out; what did they say ?” “Ah, Gen° eral, they seemed to differ with each other; the big fat one said that they must have a little patienca, and at the au topsy—whatever that may be—they would find out what the matter was.” .. A Madison paper gives a fearful ac* count of a woman’s perfidy. A young man went to take his girl for a walk, but found that she had not done her milking. With a gallantry that does credit to the Madison young man, he volunteered to do the milking while she was making her toilet. After he had got her milking done, and hung the milk-stool on the bars, and set the pail of milk in the kitchen, washed his handB at the pump with soft soap and wiped • them on the tall of his duster, he discoveied that she had gone to a circus with another young man who did not know enough to ex tract milk from a milk-wagon. The de serted young man kicked over the milk- pail, and went away a sadder man. —[Milwaukee .Sun. A German naturalist answers the ques tion how many eggs a hen can possible lay, as follows: Tho ovary of a hen con tains about six hundred embryo eggs, of which, in the first year not more than twenty are matured. The second year produces one hundred and twenty ; the third, one hundred and sixty-five; the fourth, one hundred and fourteen, and in tho following four years the number decreases by twenty yearly. In Ike ninth year only ten eggs can bo ex pected, and thus it appears that after the first iour years hens cease to be profitable as layers.