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or THR HUMAN
Midnight pe tl Not a round of aught
Thiough tlte allont houao but the wind i
I aat by tidying Are and thought
Of.the dear, dead woman up-fttaln.
irinplng yet;
igh In'pein,
A night o| team; for the gorty rain
***»*, hut the earc* W«re r 1.
And the m0*» - looked ft*i»b, M tho
With her lam a» white and yet.
Ntbody with m» my watch to keep,
But the friend of my hoeom, tho inan I lot
And grief bus font him find aaleep
In the chamber up hIhiTU.
' NoiioAy aim, in tb» cojmtry-pifcc
All round, that know of my h*a t>efhle,
• 'luethwgeM young pH. at with the Huphai-l
Whu confm d hfr VrlWdWhedieU ^
!£r?A3H
r-sl him V-yond a
eprleat in of gentle
„ f had" mov»d hliu' .
Ifcir hiaJlpf trow wtdte, an 1 could otmcrTe,
V. ff rntr ~ f
I mt t>) thodTonry hearth aWliej ~ d
I thought ot the | leniont dnyn of yore; •
I raid, •• The muff of my llfo If gone;
The woman I love ja no wore.
“On her cold, dead boaom my portrait lice,
Which neat to heart flie UMtyl to
..Haunting It o’er with her lender
■dU- When my laco was uot |be^e v ,
I ell ar und wllh nibi.lea
Voneacb ruby
For each pearl my eyca h
kept I
HE BUTLER HERALD.
W. N. BENN3, JAMES D. RUSS. Editors.
I ICT THc-KE IiE EIGHT.”
Subscription, $1.50 in Advance.
VOLUME IV.
BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY. AUGUST 3, 1880.
NUMBER 44.
. /Otar the henft.pf t|ic dead—I
And at once the Sweat broke ovrr my tiro
“ W bo la robbing tbe eorpaet" I cried.
Oiiposlte me. bv the ta|>er’a light,
The friend of luy boaom, the man I lov
Stood over the rorpea, and all na whlto—
And neither of ua moved.
d What do yon here, Say friendT" The man
Looked flint at mo, and then at tho deed.
"There la a portrait here." be brgan;
.. I’thfc inffirthg angfi \hoi^vS»t out;
Anctylaced mine ftero, I know.*',
* This woman, she loved me well," said I.
” Amuth ago," mid my friend to me.
" And In your throat," X groaned, " you lie!”
He answered: Let ua sse.”
” Enough!" I retuibed; "let tho dead decide;
And, whoever the portrait prove,
Bln *iiall it he when tho enu«o la tried
‘ Whew D. ath law-ranged by Love.”
We found the portrait there, in Ita place;
Wo opened it In tho tapet’a ahlne:
The gciua were all onnhangod; the lace
Wes—neither hia nor mine.
* One nail driven out another, nftatett
Tho face of the portrait them,” I cried,
la your friend’*. the Ripliaol-faced young priest,
Who coalesced her when nho died."
long while afore ye'll hov such a good
Chance ag’in. Shell be sure to l>e alone
for n couple of hours or eo—Hi. old liulyl
no stormin' tliero tonight," ho added,
i© lines a sudden twist rut Mar}’
lowed an inclination to stop before
Mrs. Betsey Hill’s house; “we*ve other
fish to fry now, old girl. ”
When he reached home he drove the
mare under the horso-shed and tied her
there,-instead of unharnessing her as
usual. Then lie entered the house and
hastily swallowing tho scanty supper
which the liired woman placed before
him, douued his host clothes and drove
off again at a rapid poca.
! "Law takes alive!” exclaimed the
woman, amnzed. ‘‘The deacon’s got
RUmthin on Iris mind, sure! It’s tho first
time 1 ever knew him to disremember to
ask a blessin’.” ■»
• Ever siuce tho death of his wife Dea
con Pinch had loftkeu on Miss Keziah as
her probable successor, for years he had
gazed with covetoua eyes on the fine
Mead farm with its substantial build
ings, but ho never could screw his
courage up to the point of facing the
knocking St tho door of Mrs. Betaoy
Hill’s little brown house, and the worthy
milliner was overjoyed at the opening
of the prospect before her. But the
of the sudden vise in Weptern lands
hey small posses-
nce by the side
. her well-tilled
barns, and her
1 dollars,
his matrimonial
instant entered the
THE DEACON’S WOOING.
The sun had disappeared behind ‘Clio
bills of New Bethany, and the lingering
light on thp moiuitoiu tops Whs 'Chang
ing from' rose to purfilo, when Deacon
Pinch stopped his melancholy sld more
in front of the village Tiostoffice. It wos
Saturday night, the only time when Now
Bethany roused itself from its lethargy
and hhowed any signs of life and energy.
•The rt?st of tho week it drqw£c£ ami lan
guished after the fashion ofsniall corni*
try towns remote from railway and man-
umeturing centers.
1 '‘Whoa, Mary’ Jane!»?said tlio deacon
with junnecessory emphasis, throwing
the reins on the -mare’H broad back and
springing to the ground.
sheer force of liabtt: iX-ten years’
vice with the deacon hail made her per
fectly familiar with the accustomed
rounds of stopping places. v Wednesday
night ft was prayer meeting; Sunday;
the church service; and Saturday night,
invariably the postoffioe, and, as a late
variation, on after pause at the house of
Mrs. Betsey Hill, tho milliner, who for a
quarter of a century had supplied the
women of New Bethany with head-gear
fearfhlly and ^onderfully
dinary ^d^h^penedl"
"Heard the news—eh, deacon?’’ asked
one of the village loungers.
The deaooa looked up inquiringly.
"Mias Keziah’s had
of luck.”
"Ita been nothing
streak of luck ever e’
returned the deaco;
beet farm in town*
interest isn’t lack,
is.” - „
"Yes; but this is soihfthiHg
common. You used to knptehfec.l
venture never for
diaton’s head. "Tho way afore ye is
plain and straight as a pipe stem, Solo-
iuurjnmva, rubbing tho
fWikus Afthis.hafuls together, as he walked
towards Miss KczianS side door.
"Women is mostly nliko—-eager an’ wil
lin'to embrace matrimonial opportuni
ties. They’ll snap at an offer like \
hungry trout at a worm. She lias got
the money, and I hev got the prominence
and influence; that’s a p’int not to bo
overlooked; And deaoonB isn’t to be had
every day. Put her money and my in
fluence together, and I rather guess
we’ll stand about top o’ tho heap in New
Bethany."
Miss Keziah was sitting by the table,
knitting as usual. She had just begun
to paiTow for the too of the stocking,
when a step sounded on tho walk. Sho
threw down thUf-stocking ai
door, and hbldfijg the lamg
her head, her to’bs rested J
; L
shiny Black broadcloth. U W<
slio ejaculated, and thou,
her reoeption had been hSr
bio, she lowered the lamp
kindly: . £ * s
"Conic in,-deacon—come Hi. •/
"Thank ye, tluuikyo; T dou’t mina. if
I dew."
"Take a seat, deacon.”*- , , ■ ... .'
"Thank ye; I don’t mii*u£J*tew.’t
The .doacon siuwoyod tho attraclivi
foom, wlucli, with its'clioety- fire and
Comfortable cushioned clisbw, soenvxl .a
veritable narailiso in comparison wiitlw hia
untidy ill-kept homo. Ito; .placed his
hat on the floor liesidehis chair, display
ing liis mighty gray locks ingeniously
plastered over the top of Ida bowl so -
to cover as much of tin? bald surface
possible. Then there-was Albngpause.
'/‘Anything going on, deacon?" asked
JftsH iCeziah, resuming ‘"jier knitting.
Shto was greatly puzzled to account for
those Sunday clothes.
"Nothin’ within tlitf'rango of my.
servation. There wof’t lie inUch a#
on now till lection 'tiipo; thmgsT
pretty lively then." . «*.-> - v .,"•« ,,
"Want to buy any hay #, Hrw year?!
S d Miss Keziah. "Mine jift exTJfi
Ine season. My hired w*\x&jai\n
Ahafl^est yield in town. >
Ideclare your farm doep beat all!
Iieel kimlAf rigged like wfi6n T tlptk
the best farm in town is managed by n
woman.” >. ?.<■
Miss Keziah smiled praciousty, and
the deason drew his chair a little nearer
the hostess. "It must be a great load
for ye to carry alone. Such a larg*- farm
is a tremen-jous responsibility foi * lono
wojaau."
"Oh, I don’t mind it; it keeps me
pfjjpar.bnsy.”
Tne deacon hitohod his chair along a
few inches farther. "Ye’d ougbter hev’
a brothei* or cousin, dr some relative like,
tho Lord so wills it, altho’ I admit,
deacon, that ils pleasanter to have some
ono to keep out company."
"That’s jest it; ye hev hit the nail
squnr’ on the head! It’s pleasanter to
have , company in our sojourn on this
mortal earth.”
The deacon seized his chair with both
hands, and by a circuitous line of hitch
ing placed it within three feet of Miss
Keziah’s table. " You’re a forehanded
woman, Alias Keziah; I’m a man of
prominence and influence in the commu
nity; it Hocros to mo that it would be a
yood tiling if we would Walk haud-iii-
liand thro’ this vale of tears. Providence
leems to p’int its finger that way." The
deacon was thinking at that very mo
ment of tho money he would save by a
thrifty malinger, hko Miss Keziah, in
tho place of his inefficient, wasteful
rod womun.
Miss Kcsiali was dumbfounded. She
dropped her knitting, and the bull of
yarn rollod across the floor. Mercy!"
’ o finally gasped.
" I’ll make vo a flrst-rato husband,
and ye’ll make me a good wife. We’ve
been members of the same church for
thirty year’ or inoro, and we’vo been
members of tho spiritooal family, we’ll
now be members of the same nurnan
family,”
Miss Keziah straightened herself up
in her high-booked chair and drew in her
chin, while her voice rang out shrill and
clear. " I rather guess it’ll take two to
make that bargain. ”
A second look at her aged admirer,
who was edging up to her with a sheep
ish simper, exasperated tht old woman
beyond control.
*' Tho old fool 1” she said wrathfully.
The color camo into the deacon’s thin
checks,- and he started to his feet, look
ing anxiously toward the door, as ii med
itating a busty retreat.' But tho yam
was wound around his boots and he was
forced to remain.
Miss Keziah likewise arose, and fold
ing her hands primly in front of her, re
marked grimly: "When you first began
your talking I hadn’t the least idea what
England's Sunday.
I am deeply sensible of the many na
tional sins of my own country. We
have abundant cuuse for humiliation.
The strifes nud divisions of Christians
—the quantity of semi-Romanism and
skepticism tolerated in our own ranks—
the bitterness and lUiKcrupuloUsnesa
of political factions—the commercial
frauds among the middlo classes—tho
gambling and tho luxury of tho upper ten
thousand—the drunkenness of the lower
half million—all these sins, I am well
aware, cry against us to heaven. But
still, after all, in a fallen world like
this, things must lie measured by com
parison. It would be ungrateful if we
did uot thank God for what we have.
Where in tho world will you find so
much preaching of real gospel—so
much circulation of the Bible and sound
religious literature—so much monoy
and labor bestowed on efforts to do good
o much caro for life and property-
much thought for the siok and the
poor and tho afflicted—so much liliorty,
and yet so much obedience to law—
so much outward morality—so much
family purity—whero, I ask any one
looking at the map of the globe, where
will you find so much as in our own
country? No doubt there are plenty
of abuses and defects among us. I
neither deny, oxtenuate nor palliate
them. But at any rate wo have noth
ing to compare with the Nihilism of
SOUTHERN NEWS.
v jail at Chattanooga will cost
child for Miss
Wa’al. when, old
Keziah took the form
property, and
rovin’ turn of mind,
and of personal
invested them in
turned out wutlili
cent he putin. Folks always
him for bein’ so foolish and hasty, —
they say grief and mortification like has
tened his death. Wa’al, it turns out they
have put a railroad square thro’the linds,
and ito sent real * estate way 1 up, nobody
knows whe»e.‘ iMiss Keziah’s been of-
fefe^nigb onfcp $8,000 for the lands, and
they say she will e^flir so mbch tooiv
if she only holds on. * -
"You don’t mean it?” .. .
•"I dew; it’s as trub'flA kcriptura.”
"She’ll hpld out, never fear,” said the
deacon; "and I hold it to bbour bounden
duty as neighbors to advise her to that
of lingering as usual for the
village gossip—for New Bethany 1
office on Saturday -Right, answered
purpose of a weekly paper—the de
seemed in a great hurry to get home
It was the night of the choir rehearsal,
and in driving dv the church he saw
Mhry^ MiM Kerb’s nieoe, go
ing up tht/tol* He suddenly whipped
up his sleepy old more and drove home
at a breakneck rate <d meed.
‘My shoulders are, plenty stronj
!turned Miss Keziah, < good ;hatu}te '
!’m glad to show folks that therb
who are good for something be-
■““-"oddymgjHiitattling.” *
answered the deacon, "we
to your valley and worth,
honor to your sex. You’xq
right and shinin’ beacon
min’ and vain-minded wo-
world;” and the speaker
f d at the conclusion of this
oratorial flourish.
hitch, hitch, hitch went tho
Keziah-ward. "Don’t vou
lonely at spells,” he asked
'gly.
P Keziah glanoed suspiciously at
ipidly advancing chair. $he drop-
1 her knitting and wohfrto fhe fire and
piled up the blazing sticks of wood.
Then she camo baak to the table and sot
her chair on the farther side of it, thus
putting a barrier between her and her
visitor. ‘Tm never lonely, deacon;
jfienty to do is the best medicine for lone-
. $ut woman is a tender, dependent
creator’. Woman’s a vine, [here the
deacon took up hia weekly prayer-meet- -
ing drawl], and needs suthbi’ to cling to
when the troublous, desolatin’ waves and
winds of affliction and sorror roll
her.”
"Stuff and nonsense!” exclaimed Miss
Kesiab, with a contemptuous sniff,
shouldn't have expected that a man of
you* sense, deacon, would repeat such
silly trash. I have no patience with tho
people who axe always talking as if
women oouldn’t stand alone, and needed
propping up like a rag doll that ha4n’t
any liaokbone. I’m no vine—or such
creeping, heM— thing. 1 con. tell vrat JeP, as far as possible in
T ?»u stand Cone as well as anybody^ Nutrition of t^^stem.
you were driving at, I thought you
were hinting about Betsey Hill, and
wanted to take me into your oonfidonoe.
I never dreamed that you meant mo.
Why, I supposed every one iu town knew
that I wouldn't give up my freedom for
tlio best man living. Betsey Hill iB a
I iious, likely woman; she’ll make a good
lomo for you and sho needs a homo her
self. ”
Tlio deacon was completely withered,
and Miss Keziah continued: "If you’ll
little livelier, deacon, and
your lots and put
s, and mow down
■there's no earthly
shouldn’t look jis
said anything to
leocon, I hope you’ll
f ou are all tangled
untangle it.”
nding the yarn from
feet; gave Miss Keziah
further remark: "One word
junto, demean; have you heard about the
WeAtomiiAihi?” -
Thtv dcacou wished ho was anywhero
out of tlio raUgb of those merciless black
Wcsl •’ • 1 ’
r "I—think Fvoharrd tell suthin’ about
'em,” he replied meekly.
"T thought sol- I thought so!” ex
claimed Miss Keziah, savagely. "Well,
deacon, thbso lands rightfully belong to
tqy nieqo, Mary; I only hold them as her
?}iardian.” \
Tho deacon began to look upon his
joction as u blessipg in disguise, for with
out. tlio Western lands Miss Keziah’s at-
/toigt Jo'nS; ^corned tamo compared with
those of milq* bD'lp-oyod, buxom Widow
’Hill. "A can trust to ye never to
flop this?” lie asked, timidly.
rMl "I bJioH hot mention it Now, follow
my-adVice, doacon; mako sure of Betsey
!EuH before another week goeH by. You
fiftve my good ! wishes. Heo to this at
once." * *
, ".Thank yo; thank yo; I don’t mind if
I dew." ”
The good woman followed her crest
fallen visitor to the door. As a sudden
gust of cold night air put -out the. light,
she said: ‘ ‘The air iH snapping to-night;
havq a frost, eh, deacon?"
Aik] the dfheomfited deacon felt that
be bad lieeii uipped by something sharper
tliau a frost
Curability of Consumption.
The best physiqians are coming more
to acknowledge that tubercular consump
tion con bo cured.
Dr. Carl Booth, a physician emi
nent in the ’ yegulai" professipn, claims
that he is able to cure sixty per cent, of
" 'a at all stages; and that it is
:st tiio disease in ita early
stage, fits aim is to secure five poinla;
1. To get the muscles which eoutiql
.tho actiapt.of the lungfl iu such a condi
tionHiattoey can draw the air forcibly
into thA finest passages, t|iqs clearing tho
lungs of all plUogm and pus, and re-es-
tablitthing capillrfry circulation and respi-
ratiou in the affected parts, and stimu
lating the activity of tne air-cells gen-
erally. # '. ‘
2. To establish.. perfect digestion,
similation, auij _
does uot seek what
Uic most lUtritiouB
gci-te l fodei,
patient can mosi
yilato. y \
3. To heal t^e
ing them into
mass. He seci
iu salts of limi
such as lime am
acids, such
oxidation of effe!
4. To increflhe
cells. This
tlio patients
as possible, of
id Ijodily exercise.
norant superstition and Sunday bull
fights of Spain.
And why is it ? llow is it that hu
man nature in our little island is under
so much restraint, and develops a less
amount of corruption than human nn-
tnro in other lauds? I answer boldly
that one great causo of tho difference
is our English Sunday. Look at a Sun
day in Loudon, with its 4,000,000 of in
habitants. See how the immense ma
jority of shops through miles and miles
and miles of streets are shut up and
business suspended. See how postofllee,
and liunks, and exchanges, and law
courts, and theaters, and museums, and
picture galleries are all closed. See
what hundreds of churches and chapels
and Sunday-schools are opened, and
what myriads of people attend them in
spite of the attractions of river and rail,
and then turn to any groat continental
metropolis—to Paris, Madrid, Naples,
Vienna, Berlin—and mark how Sunday
is observed in tltbm. Mark the extent
to which God’s holy day is given up to
military reviews, to races, to bull-figus,
to theater-going, to dancing, to con
certs, to pleasure-seeking of every Bort.
to everything, in short, excepting God,
Mark all these things, and learn ono
grand reason why the standard of re
ligion is so muen highor in oiu - own
country, with all ita sins, than it is else
where. There is an inseparable con
nection between the observance of tho
Lord’s day and the prosperity of true
religion. Voltaire was quite right when
lie said that he could never succeed in
destroying Christianity unless ho de
stroyed Sunday, it is the English Sun
day wliich makes England what it is.—■
London letter.
A Crow Convention*
James Hillman, a respeotablo and well-
to-do farmer, living between Orwigsburg
and Laudingville, is the authority for
the following remarkable story: Mr. Hill
man lias on liis farm fifteen acres of tim
ber, which is joined by two other pieces
of woodland of about the same size. One
morning Mr. Hillman’s attention wa*
attracted by largo flocks of crows wliicL
camo from tlio South, and as if by common
oouseut Hottled in tho woods mentioned
above. During the ensuing threo days
the crows in the woods were re-enforced
by now arrivals, until several thousand
were present, and the noise they made
attracted the attention of people for
miles around. Sentinel crows were
posted on the fences around tho woods
and through them the approach of a man
or boy was quickly communicated to the
body of crows. The crows remained to
this patch of woods until Monday morn
ing, when they all left about the same
time taking their oourse of flight in a
northwestern direction. They left the
vrooda in flocks containing two or threo
hundred each at intervals of five or ten
minutes, and, the departure of ono of
these flocks was the signal for a loud ono
prolonged cawing on the part of those
remaining behind. They all departed
in toe same direction, and the last flock
took to wing about an hour after tho first
staited. Since then there has not been
a crow seen in the neighborhood. Mr.
Hillmau says that during their stay in
his woods, the orows did not commit any
depredations on the neighboring corn
fields, and but few of them even ventured
beyond the confines of the timber.—
PotUville Miner*' Journal.
“Jocklng wl f Deeflculty
A story is told ot
to c
i to professional merry-
Scotch nowspaper
editor which is almost pathetio m its
that my patient*, go^but in-rain, auow,
dampness, and even in night 1 air and
dow. I have had no instiw ‘ ^
years where » patient crul
such exposure. I only guard
strong headwinds and ■ extreme
weather.”
5. To prevent all
the nervous‘force, and to
wide ai ...
men. This editor was also the proprietor
of a very well-known Scotch journal, and
he was doubly interested in tho success
of bis i|Biture. But he knew that there
was orieYlefoct in the print, a fatal defect
in a Scottish newspaper. Tho Jiawbce
Iras too solemn, too earnest, not suffl-
cifatly Akittish to suit a gay, withinking
'jRO . The worthy editor looked
ndkirn, and at last discovered that
anted in the person of a funny sub-
He then boasted himself in the
of his friends, saying:
_*ve found in my new sub-editor a
•man just overflowing in natural
lid humor. Now this is a grand
ig fbr the paper, because, for mv part,
>nf£ps that I jock wi’ deeficuity.”—
'aturday Review.
A Bnddhtat Fable.
Bqdhisat was a tradesman who went
from.milage to village to dispose ot his
wailrt^ One day when at the house of a
earpoater, whose head was bald like a
emtoet porringer, a mosquito alighted
tftlreon; and toe carpenter culled to liis
lXfc\$ho was near, to drive it away. Tho
x for tois purpose,
i insect, but split his
The i
$20,500.
Chattanooga Inis two saloons for every
1,000 inhabitants.
The populatioilof Alexandria, Va., has
increased forty-six in ten years.
Sherman is the lending cotton, horse
and hay market in Northern Texas.
Every farmer in North Georgia says
that he will make a good cotton crop.
An Alabama man has collected 200
mocking birds nud taken them North
for sole.
The population of New Orleans is
215,239, an increase of 17,328 during tho
last decade.
In Atlanta subscriptions are being
made to a fund of $20,000 to build u
female college there.
A negro in Nashvillo named a child
Revelations, becauso he was the last in
tho family.
The population of Richmond is less
than has generally been supposed—
probably not over 65,000.
The City Directory of Macon puts tho
population of the city at 29,000, while
the now census makes it only 13,000.
Op the sixteen suicides that have been
reported from Nashville during the last
thirty months, fourteen resulted from
poisoning.
The Howard Association at New Or
leans has just elected officers for tho en
suing year. The association is in good
financial condition.
Only $15,000 are now needed to com
plete the sum required to fit up a house
for tho McCormick tolosoopo at tlio Uni-
verity of Virginia.
The smelting works at Charlotte, N.
C., will be put in ojieratiou again this
week. A ear-load of silvor ore from
Nevada will be smelted.
Euder G. O. Burnett, too first Gov
ernor of California, is still living. He is
a native of Nashvillo, aud is now iu his
seventy-fourth year.
Harvest bauds were very scarce in
Clarke County, Va., this summer, and
were known to work on Sunday, as well
os through tho week, at $5 per day.
The Rev. Thos. Dawson, the oldest
Baptist minister in South Carolina, died
in tho ninetieth or ninety-first year of his
age at Pendleton, after a lingering illness.
Selma, Ala., is talking of building
water-works. It is thought that $45,000
will lie enough to complete such a sys
tem ns will meet the wants of the entire
city.
The gioss earniugs of the Augusta
cotton factory for twelve mouths ending
Juno 12 were $157,471.28. Tho factory
pays a quarterly dividend of two aud one-
half per cent.
Memphis 1ms at present about twenty-
three miles of sewers. No complaints
hove been heard as to their proper work
ing, aud tho general verdict is that tho
system iu vogue is n perfect success.
Aijjt. Gen. G. T. Beauregard, of
Louisiana, has contracted with n New
Orleans manufacturer to furnish arti
ficial limbs to all Confederate soldiers
who ore citizens of that State at tlio
present time.
In Texas a herder offered to surrender
to the Sheriff in case he should be pro
vided with a square dinner. This was
refused, and in the fight that took place
three men were killed, two wounded and
the herder escaped.
Gen. Rodert Toombb is one of tlio best
farmers in Georgia. He made this year
350 bushels of white rust-proof wheat on
eleven acres of land. Ho gave 100 bush
els, worth ten dollars a bushel, to tho
State for distribution among the farmers
of Georgia to sow for the next crop.
In Charleston, ns well as elsewhere,
the census enumerators failed to find os
m*nycitizens os the directory canvass
ers. The census gives a total this year
of 49,901—whites, 21,248, and colored
27,784—wliicli is an ihcronse of 897 since
1870. Sholes’ directory for 1879 con
tains a census of the city, which places
tho total population at 52,185.
The Municipal Gas Manufacturing
Company has lieefi organized at Charles
ton with a capital of $350,000. Tlio
company only awaits the favorable action
of tho City Council on the petitions of
themselves and over threo hundred largo
gas-consumers and tax-payers, praying
that permission to open tho streets lie
granted, to enter into contracts for the
manufacture of tho necessary machinery
and pipes, so as to Lave their works in
operation early next year.
An immense raft, consisting principally
of walnut logs, has reached New Orleans.
Tliero are 2,500 walnut logs, some of
which are six feet in diameter, which
were cut along tho banks of the White
and St. Francis Rivers, in Arkansas.
The raft is 400 feet long and 208
feet wide. The walmit logs lining too
heavy to float, they are kept on tho level
of tho water by 500 cypress logs. Tho
logs are to be sent to Connecticut by
rail, tho freight charges being less by
that route than by steumers.
Hale and Andre.
Tho name of Nathan Hale—unfortu
nately too little familiar to the present
noble act of self-forgetfulness,
mado its impression in the days of the
Revolution, wherever the circumstances
became known, we ore assured by some
thing besides tradition; and since that
time it has never failed to touch the
heart or excite the admiration of writers
who have had occasion to repeat the
story. Jared Sparks, the historian, after
describing, in his " LL . and Treason of
Arnold,” the unhnppy business aud fate
of Andre, recalls the youth in the Ameri
can camp who met a similar death lie-
fore him, and pays a grateful tribute to
his character. " Where," ho asks, in
closufl$ "is tha memento of the virtues,
the patriotic sacrifice and the early fate
of Hale? Tt iH not inscrilied in marble;
it is hardly recorded in books. Let it
bo the more deeply cherished in tho
hearts of his countrymen.” Nor less ap
preciative is the earlier remembranco of
President Timothy Dwight, who refers
to him ns the "bright and generous”
Hale, and in the common epic of that
period thus describes his tosteH and qual-
i’ living fliroe hi* bonotn gl
path hln tet
. *ce, th« rial _ _
In duty Ami, In danger calm an v
[lowed,
ct abode;
The pride of peace
friend* unchanging, and
Although Hale suffered in tho year
1776, and from the centennial stand
point it may appear somewhat late to
bring him to mind, it is to lie noted that
the recollection of his fate was very
strikingly revived four vears after, or
just a century ago, by tne capture and
execution of Maj. Andre in connection
with tho Arnold infamy. 8hould that
event, which in 1780 profoundly inter
ested both Englishmen and Americans,
lead to any expressions ot sympathy
during the present year, or suggest a
historical review or "anniversary" of
the episode, tho incident of 1776 must
necessarily be coupled with it. Tbe
fortune of the British officer wiw
in many aspects affecting, but it
did not stand alone. Hardly
had he been captured liefore
tbe nearly-forgotten execution of Hale,
ns a spy* was recalled to American offi
cers, and Andre himself remembered it.
If their coses differed in certain points,
and it was possible for Andre to enter a
plausible justification of liis movements,
where Hole hiul none whatever to plead,
tho two victims, on the other liand,
bore this resemblance to each other,
that both were young officers, beloves
by their companions in arms, favorited
with their respective commanders, edu
cated, brave, and each anxious to be of
essential service, tho one to his sover
eign, the other to his cause.
From 1780 their names have thus been
closely associated. Their fate was hard
but inevitable, and justified by tho
noeessary rigor of military law; and for
each and lioth there always have lieen,
on either side of tho water, inany deep
lympatliies felt.—He, "
Harper's Mapazine.
j PASSING SMILES.
I The man who was stage-struck had the
1 driver arrested.
When a man is climbing the ladder of
fame he likes rounds of applause.
A place for everything, and every
thing iu its place—the baby’s mouth.
| In the Salt Lake City | flats appears
this sign: .‘Ring tho top bell for the
oldest wife. ’’
The woman who marries does well,
but tho woman who does not marry does
better nine times out of ton.
Two Bridgeport children playing with
. 1 a eat, pulled it so violently by the legs as
' to kill it. It must havo been a very cheap
j cat
j A Df.rut farmer sat down on a piece of
i hot iron in a blacksmith shop, aud on
j rising broke a hole in the ceiling.—Han-
buruXcws.
"Why is Hymen always represented ns
bearing a torch?" asks the Boston Post.
That’s easy enough. Its a hint ns to who
shall build the fires.
In concluding an article on tho last
coni crop an Alabama editor remarked:
"We havo ou exhibition ill our sanctum
a magnificent pair of ears.”
A family of young lathes who reside
in this city so often entertain their com
pany on the front stoop that they have
gained the title of the step-sisters.
It is said there are now 200,000 Chris
tians in China. If they are real Chris
tians, China compares favorably wj^li
this country.—New Orleans Picayune.
A prominent writer of rhetoric says:
"A lic.n word learned and correctly used
is nil acquirement to be proud of. The
usufmet of his hiaplnsm lies in the differ
entiation thereof.
An Ichthyophagous Club has been
started ill New York. It is calculated to
min the reputation of any husband who
goes home lute at night and tries to tell
where he has lieen.
A compounder suys food and medicine
are most perfectly combined iu his cele
brated bitters. They will lack tho ele
ments of popularity, however, if they do
uot contain n drink.
The brilliautSophie Arnold, when she
heard of. a certain diplomatist that hod
been eaten by the- wolves, exclaimed,
brutes! Hunger must indued be a
terrible thing!"
The number of onc-nnned young men
on driving out with young ladies tlicEe
summer evening* is truly appalling. An
tidier at our elbow says that one arm
arinbly lost during an engage-
lent.
At a camp meeting, lately, a venerable
Bister began tbe hymn: "My soul lie on
thy guard; ten thousand foes arise." She
begun too high. "Ten thousand,” sho
screeched and stopped. "Start her at
five thousand!" cried u converted stock
broker present.
A traveler was badly hurt in a rnil-
roiwl accident—two rilw broken and other
injuries. He went to tbe office to com
plain. "What!" cried the office clerk,
"you want to make a row about so small
a matter? Not a month ago twelve of
our passengers were killed, and we didn’t
even hear a word of complaint from any
of them."
A small boy of Batli, Mo., hud just
gone to bed, when he began to dream
about cows. Some slight noise woko
him up aud lie said, "Mamma, I saw
some cows. ’’ "Where?” she asked. " Up
there,” said lie pointing to tlw ceiling.
His mother remarked that that was a
queer place to see cows, and tho little
follow got slightly angry and said,
"Well, 1 guess they could bo angel cows,
couldn’t they?”
Each
rspiratory duct is one-fpurth
in length, which will mako
igate length of the whole about
The exasperated owner of a corner
store in Augusta, Me., has put up a sign
vwulino' • “Wanted, the ten lar.iMflt man
The Art of Not Rearing.
The art of uot hearing should be
taught in every well-regulated family.
It is fully ns inlportont to domestic hap
piness us* a cultivated ear, for which so
much money and time ore cx\iended.
There are so many things which it is
painful to hear—very many which, if
heard, will disturb the temper, corrupt
simplicity and modesty, detract from
contentment and happiness—that every
one should lie educated to take in or
shut out sounds, according to their
pleasure.
If a man falls into a violent passion
and calls us all manner of names, at the
first word we should shut our ears and
hear no more. If in our quiet voyage
of life wo find ourselves caught in one
of those domestic whirlwinds of scold
ing, we should shut our ears as a sailor
would unfurl liis sails, and, making nil
tight, scud before the gale. If a hot
and restless man begins to inflame our
feelings, we should consider what mis
chief these fiery sparks may do in a
magazine below, where our temper
kept, and instantly close the door.
If, as has been remarked, all the petty
things said of one by heodless or ill-
natured idlers were to be brought home
to him, he would become a mere walk
ing pin-cushion, stuck full of sharp
marks. If we would lie happy, when
among good men wc should open our
ears, when among bad ifleu shut them.
It is not worth while to hear what our
neighbors say about our children, or
what our rivals say about our busi
ness, oar dress or our affairs.
This art of not hearing, though un
taught in the school, is by no means un-
practioed in society. We havo noticed
that a well-bred woman never hears a
vulgar or impertinent remark. A kind
of discreet deafness saves one from many
insults, from much blame, from not a
little connivance in dishonorable con
versation.— United Presbyterian.
Mon A Laughing Animal.
Man is said to be the only animal that
can cry, and yet he is not really a crying
creature. Ho is a laughing and smiling
creature. The hours which bring tears
do not come very often. Some firesides
see ten or twenty years in which no ono
has cause for weeping. Many hundreds
and thousands meet with no sorrow for a
quarter a century. The days on which
man cries are few compared with all the
days of his life. Man is an animal that
can cry, but he is most perfectly a crea
ture that laughs. Not many, days pass
that bring no pleasant smiles to the ma
jority. There is a column of laughter in
the Anily newspaper. The light dramas
of a pure and ingenious quality draw
large audiences, while painful tragedy is
less popular, because all mankind would
rather laugh than cry. It ought to be
nil a priori argument in favor of life’s
intrinsic sweetness and worth that man
comes up into it with his fuco beaming
vfith smiles, and this smile widens out os
years pass, and the dear old father laughs
and plays with children, and ouo merri
ment like one eloctricity thrills the heart
of infant and of patriarch.
To RKMoxf iron mold, mb the spot
Uk a little oxalic acid, or salt*of lemon
Let it remain a few
well in dear water..
Almost a Defeat.
A gentleman who came over the Cum
berland Valley railroad, a few vt-ars-ago,
ou u train that had a special ear with
Grant, the then President, on board,
tells an anecdote. There was no smok
ing-ear attached, and the gentleman
stood on a platform desperately smoking
a cigar ho had bought at a way station.
Ho noticed tho President occasionally
looking that way, and finally a railroad
official came out nud said the General
hml run out of cigars—that he had lieen
envying the man ou tho platform for
some time, and had at last begged him
to go out and see if ho hail any more ci-
{ ;ars. Now,'the gentleman was only too
mppy—first, to accommodate the Presi
dent of tho United States, and, second,
to get rid of one of tlio worst cigars he
over smoked. With this warning lie sent
iu liis remaining weed. Tho General ac
knowledged the courtesy by removing
his lint, and bit the end off of tho cigar,
lighted it and looked happy. Ho hou
taken but one or two puffs, however,
when he began to look queer. The
man ou the platform watched him with
renewed interest He saw him remove
tho cigar and gaze thoughtfully at one
end, then tlio other. Then ho put it
back and took another pull. Then he
removed it again, turned it in his hand
and looked it carefully over again.
Then ho smelled it Then ho coughed
gently and looked nt the man on tho
platform, who was gazing innocently
across the fields. Then he looked out
of the cur window, as if to see where he
might throw it without injuring any
body. He changed liis mind, though,
sighed, took a desperate grip on the
stogy with his teeth, and, when last
seeii by the giver, was still pulling
away.
A Famous Clown.
Few men iu his profession had less of
the circus man and the clown about him
outside of the ring than James Cooke,
the leaper, tumbler, rope-walker, clown,
and ling-master, and who died not
long ago. He was slender, medium-
sized, and erect, with close-cut, gray hair
brushed back from a well-shaped fore-•
head, well-cut features, steel-gray eyes,
and a short gray mustache. He dressed
with core, in clerical black, and a white
necktie added to his clerical apjiearance.
His words were carefully chosen, and he
■poke delilieratoly and thoughtfully. He
looked and acted like a gentleman al
ways. He was a religious man. His
son, 17 years old, is studying for the
priesthood, in the Santa Clara College, in
San Fronoisco, and a daughter is at
school in a convent near that city.
" He was a perfect gentleman," said
Mr. Nathan, one of tlio proprietors of
Barnmu’s circus, where for the last throe
years of his life Mr. Cooke was equestri
an manager. "He never used an oath,
and he never permitted himself to talk
ungrammatically. He seemed always try
ing to improve, and to impinve all about
him. If any of tlio men in tho ling used
bad lnnguago, ungrammatical language,
I mean, he would reprove them, but in
such a way that they would not take
offense, and could only love him the more
for the interest he took in them. Ho urged
the boys to read the papers, and to study
when they could. As a clown he was
very good; Hliakspearenn, of course.
He was diguifled, graceful and witty, and
studied hard to invent new things.’’
The weight of the heart is from eight
to twelve ounces. It boats 100,000 times
in twenty-four hours.
The pupil of the » ye bus to bo lashed.