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■VaMBIPTIOS BATES Three months * 40 Venapnper I*w Decision*. 1. Any person who takes a paper regular ly from the peetoffioe— whether directed to hte name or another’s, or whether he has snb- scribed or not—is teaponaible for the amount. 2. If a person orders his paper discontinued he must pay all arrearages, or the publisher “*? *> sand it until payment is made, and oolleot the whole aaoount,whether the paper is taken from the office or not. S. The oourts bare decided that refusing to take newspapers or periodicals from the poetedke, or removing and leaving them uaaalled for is prime facie evidence of in* “ i fraud. CHRISTMAS MELODIES. PICCOIiA’M PBRMENT. 1‘oor, sweet Plccolst Did you hoar What happened to I’lccolt, chlldreu dear? Tla seldom Fortune such faror grants As fell to this UtUo maid of Franca. ’Twm Christmas time, and her parents poor Could hardly drive the wolf from the door, BlrlTlng with poverty’s patient pain Only t< Every child upon Christmas day. And so she slept till the dnwn was gray. And full of faith, when at last she woke. She stole to hsr shoe as the morning broke: Such sounds ot el ml nos* filled the air, ’Twas plain St. Nicholas had been there! ished Plccola sweet, half wild; ;r was seen such a Joyfr* t the good saint bre such a joyful child, — o-xk! saint broughtl" she cried And mother and fathor must peep inside, Now such a story who eror hoard? Tlicio was a little shivering bird I A sparrow, that In the window flew, Had crept into Plccola’s tiny shoe I N How good poor Fleoola must hare been! She cried, us hunpy as any queen, While tho starving sparrow she fed and wai And danced with rapture^ alio was so charm Children, this story I tell you, Of PiccoW sweet and her bird, Is true, k n*!, 0 * ar 0,, l an d •»? France, they say, 0 this very day. THOME CHRIMTMAM BII.LS. Those Christmas hills! thoso Christmas bills! How many a heart with anguish fills, lien knocks, and rings, and postmen’s feet Make echoing noises through the street; And passing round from door to door, I^ave horrid notes which thus " Implore Your kind attention; please to pay; Our books are closed on Now Yea;s’ Day." ted out „„ ITS™. In hideous columns are put down. The butcher, tool It can't bo that So many joints of lean and fat Were nil consumed within this house; Which cook asserts would atarvo a mouse. believe It, 1 uch a source viyt: _ Of tigs and almonds, prunes and spice I Wo have n’t lived on lnrd or cherae. Yet rows of figures stand for these, And here’s the draper! Now my wife Hus gone in debt, I'll botmy llfo. If Eve In Eden stolo the fruit, Oh, happy time! oh, peaceful hours! Of innking love and tending flowers; The simplo blesiings lleuvon grants— Good gracious, here’s a bill for plants' I'll hare my own "petition tiled,’’ Wo'vo ridden at the " pace that kl I cannot nay Oimo OhrUtmas bills t:\DEB THE OIIRIMTHAM MKT. nv 1IELBN U. COOKE. Out in the cold they hunger and shiver, D.-ar little children with bravo human hearts; Where Is their God to save and deliver? Where ip tho comfort His pity imparts? Wrapped In .the folds of aiiufprtable clothing, Dear Httle Chtfdrew,' wfth SWect, tedder eyes, Gazefora moment, then turn away loathing, Under these wonderful, glad Christmas skies! Uoder the burden of sin, and of sorrow, ^ Is there a hand tlintta hidden,^and warm? Over tho clouds of misfortune and storm? Out from the mold will tho daisies and clover, Into perfection of color and g ring In their p THE BUTLER HERALD. W. N. BENNS, JAMES 0. RUSS, Editors. “LKT THIjHE BE EIGHT.” Sufeitriptitn, $1.56 in Mvmc*. VOLUME V. BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY. DECEMBER 21. 1880. NUMBER 12. r EDGAR FAWCETT. With snow In pale volumes, by savage winds hurled, The night before Christmas has wrapt the wild o Its noises the little i Tho brains of thectdldi From out tho a eu simps*fori vspory whirl of tl Huge Hons that ramp; mighty horns that prance; w I,lie wnllowlnif whale, u? mil,Ion. e»l»n.e- Till now they dlscmi a strange figure, whose back, Is bent by the weight of a ponderous pack, And itreamlng in front of him, plainer than day, The beard of Kris Krlnglo like blown ocean spray I Ah, happy See merry St. Nlc Through * ung dreamers, dream on as ye will J *'■ iholas trudging to All, „ intry gusts, with benevolent tread, The stockings you hang beside mantel or bed I Hua fast your delusion, O soft dinin' And goin while you can its IP * III reality’s hand n Its illusory churn Phes* of fancy whose lilai Like tho blend!..., That stern disappointment, lift And yet, darling zealots, cot 4 How blest wore your fate th sldde, ire.ir’- i left behind through the future, indeed, in place of your Santa Claus, wrought from a that engirds ; yon, fond, ylgtlint, the morrow shall rise. Love eager to bring, e: New mirth to your laughter. A Christmas Tableau Vivant. WILLIAM H. HCBUNKIjL. Spring Where li the bloom, then, for glad the world over? -Yonkers Gat Proud bird of tho barnyard, blithesome and free, A murderous bludgeon is hovering o’er then— A fleeHootod urchin, a hard-hearted bub, Will hit thee u rap with more'u a stuflcd club. Make the most of thy tlm caught And thy own precious he brought. Then gobble! and gobble! and caugh id thy _. brought. _ ,ien gobble „ Thyself will ba gobbled nd peaoo _.ike and s ... r A breakfast, perncp*, and a light supper, soon thou’lt be the block'll be And y cheap bashes; A loud and laughing welcome to the merry Christ mas beds, All hall with happy gladness the wcll.known chant We list the pealing anthem chord, wo hear tho mid night strain, And love the tidings that proclaim a Cbristma»-tld< But there must be u melody, of purer, deeper sound A rich gejr-note.^whose ccuo, runs through nil thi Let kindly voices ring beneath low-roof or palace- Writk^ " This I Mho baby’s stocking, For she only came Ibis' year; ’ But slio'^yustthe blessodest baby; And now, before you go, Just ertnn her stockings with goodies, From the lop Gear down to the toe." Here's Christmas—let us boldly greet him. We may as well, for nono ran cheat him; Ha will steal on, and rilly sprinkle The first gray hair, and Amt faint wrinkle. And yi What f So that ni seed of Ruln-i little matters, ■o>s ho sc contrive witfajjto icutters, To keep Truth’s hearteasp still alive Christmas In Norway. In the mountain districts the day is kept with hearty hospitality. All work is suspended for thirteen days. The en trance of every house is decorated, and the walls of the kitchen are roughly adorned with gaudy pictures, fantastic ally painted in water colors. Through out Christmas Eve and Christmas Day the merry-making is entirely domestio, restricted to the members of each house hold. Not even a friendly visit is paid. On the-following days the neighbors as semble at each other’s houses by turns, for carousing. -No regular meal is pro vided, but open house is kept, the tables richly spread for all comers. No stran ger is permitted to leave the house until he had partaken of the strong Yule ale, which is served up in true Norwegian fashion, cask following cask in rapid suc cession. On these occasions the servants sit at the sumo table with tho host, his wife and family. All are dressed in their gala attire of rich colored cloth, trimmed with «old and silver braid, the women wearing caps and aprons of brilliant hues. He who said, “Suffer little children to come unto me” was the great founder of the gladsome feast of Christmas, and it is in His honor that we uphold the feast and gladden the hearts of the little ones he loved so dearly. It is a pleasure, a holy pleasure, to moko their smiles brighter, their laughter cheerier and more musical. Let us all, then, proper ly oeletoate Christmas Day. *‘Jerusalem!” It was a favorite expletive of good Deacon Parks when excitement got tho better of his usual placid way, and hid wife looked up in astonishment as he came stamping into the house, slammed the door after him and stirred up the fire until the hickory blazed and roared like an incipient volcano. • “Gracious! What is the matter now, Job?” sho exclaimed, pausing in her baking operations, wiping the flour from her- hands upon her huge apron and lowering her glasses from her forehend to her nose to obtain a better look at her husband and satisfy herself that ho had not suddenly lost his wits. “Why, day after to-morrow is Christ mas!” “As if I didn’t know that! Haven’t I, been making preparations for it for more than a week ? Catch mo without mince-pies and fried cakes and cranberry jolly and a groat, bouncing turkey?” and she smiled complacently at the thought of tho good things already prepared. “Aiul I never thought of it until just now—been so busy, you know,” be apologized, as if in reality ho liad been guilty of some great crime. “Well, it don’t matter, Job; and I wouldn’t worry about it, for 1 have taken core of everything for tho blessed day UUil Miner v»» will t»e liume from tcnuLing school. Poor child! how slife must suffer this weather, sleeping in cold rooms and like ns not without a feather-bed and—” “It’s all her own fault, Hannah. Tho good Lord knows wo have plenty for her nnd half a dozen more, antTif sho will persist in wearing herself ouftitileadUtog'. other people’s brats, then—” “Wlmt then?” questioned a merry voice, as a pretty, rosy piece of mischief came bounding into the room, shaking tho snow from her long, golden curls, and running up to her father, fairly smothered him for a moment with kisses and then darted away, laughing, to her mother, twined her arms about her nock and greeted her as warmly. “Jerusalem!” exclaimed tho old man as soon as he cotfld regain his breath, though with his honost face flushed with joy and his lips quivering with omotiou, for his daughter wns indeed as tho apple of his oyo and the one thing upon earth altogether lovely. “My dear, precious lamb,” whispered tho fond mother, through tears of happi ness, ns with busy fingers she removed tho jaunty little cap, furs, clonk and gloves, “to think you liavo como safe ly back to mo ouce more and—” “Now,” interrupted tho girl, “I should like to know what father was tulking about when I enrno in.” “8o unexpected,” said tho mother. “Wo did not look for you uutil to-mor row night.” “Oh, I had a olianco to ride home,” replied the girl, blushing, “and got per mission to let out school. But you wero talking about me, father?” “Well, yes," lie answered, with a mer ry twinkle in his eyes, “anil I was about to say when you came rushing in like a oung bear—about to say, though mind, didn’t—that if you kept on teaching othor people’s brats you wouldn’t have strength to teach your own—when you get them,” and he laughed loudly at tho ohunged expression of her face. “For slmme,” responded Minerva. “But I’ll pay you for that, father. Re member, I am a young lady now, and you can’t joke with me with impunity, as you once did.” “A young lady? Whew! And I sup pose some young gentleman put him self to immense trouble hr bring you home through the cold and storm nnd didn’t forget to collect toll at all the bridges. Aren’t your lips sore, daugh ter? ’ Tho girl colored still more deeply, and bustled around to help her mother set tho table for dinner, that she might es cape the tonsing; but her father enjoyed it too much, and asked: “Who was it, child? Some of them scane-grai * be bound. “You know I never associate with them,” she responded indignantly. Frank Emmons brought me home. “O—h?” with a low whistle. “Yes, he is a nice and proper young man, and has such pretty black hair and eyes, nnd teeth and moustaohe, and such white hands, and sings like half a dozen angels and walks so gently," and the old gentle man arose and strutted mincingly around the room in burlesque imitation of tho attendant of his daughter. Minerva could not but laugh, yet pre tending to take no notice, glided about arranging the dishes, and her mother asked where the young man was. “I know,” said* her father, answering , the question for her. “Our duughter i “ Not I,” answered tho old man heart ily, and taking tho curly hood between Ins broad palms he drew her tenderly to him and kissed the rosy and dimpled cheeks. “ You are truly our one lamb, and everything will some day bo yours. Yes, you did perfectly right, and it will be pleasant to have tho house fillod with young folks and liavo a rousing, merry time. That is how Christmas ought to bo kopt,” “Wo aro goiug to have tableaux vivanlB, and one of them will surprise you, father.” Ho was that already, and had about as much conception of what was intended as of the lucid (?) explanations of Her bert Spencer of tho Darwinian theory, and for him to have repeated the words with the French accent given by his child would have been an utter impossi bility, so ho pretended knowledge, shook his head sagely, gave a very knowing wink, but kept silent and soon found that pressing business required his ab sence. But the doting mother wns taken into full confidence and bIio and Minerva lmd a long, earnest and apparently deeply interesting conversation upon tho sub ject—one that continued for over an hour; indeed it had not concluded when the old man returned, for he caught tho name of tho miuister and asked: “ What are yon going to have Domino Martin hero for, child?” “Oh, jast because I like him, ami his wife is such a denr old lady, and they will bo very lonely on aucli a day, with tlieir children all married and away from home. So I thought you would like to seo them, and if he is hero everything will bo sure to go right, nnd it is Christ mas, you know, and—” “ Hold on, for mercy’s sake!” ex claimed her father, “or yon won’t have breath enough left to cat your dinner, aud that would bo very bad.” • “ But you wanted to kpowrAiid-—" “You have told mo sufficient to*satisfy auy reasonable mortal man,” he said as ho took his place at the table and began loading her plate as if she had been in danger of starvation for a month. Dinner over—it was one of the sub stantial, old-fashioned kind, though the mother had added the--richest of dessert delicacies to tempt her child, os if them wns no such thing as dyspepsia in tho laud—and the Deacon took an easy clmir by the broad hearth, lighted his pipe, and between the curling clouds of smoke resumed the subject of the morning con versation. “How many are you goiug to have, daughter?" he questioned. “ All tho boys and gills.” “Boys first, every time with your sex, 1 •n.l gii-ln -niblx «»o otlicr,” lie laughed, “but all means how many?” “Well freflectively,) from fifty to sov- enty-fivo. “Gracious! the old house will scarcely hold them, nnd will bo certain to bo torn down with tlieir rompiug. But what does mother say?” f ji“Oh, sho is perfectly satisfied, aren't yon mother, dour?" nnd n look of under standing passed between parent and daughter. “Then all I liavo to do is to help tho riot along, for riot it will bo with so many youngsters together. But what was it you said you M ere going to have?” “A tub’lo vovang,” was answered with tho broadest possible French occent- ation. “Ah, yes, I remember, and no doubt it will bo grand.” “I think you will find it solemn, father.” “Yes, yes,” and fearful she should seo liow much ho was puzzled, ho instantly changed tho subject and continued: “Well, it will take a lot to feed so many boys and girls. They are always hungry, and can devour more than so ninny wolves. So, Hunnah, I fear you haven’t provided one quarter enough.” “You are right,” responded his wife; “since our pet told mo about her plans and how many would bo hero I have been calculating.” “Woll, they shan’t go away hungry, if there is enough in the land to feed them. I’ll have Mike kindle a tiro under tho big farm kcttlo, and killlotsof chick ens ami turkeys, and send him for Mrs. Smith to help dress them, and when I go over to town to-morrow I’ll bring home some oysters and—well, any thing else you need to have a good time.” “Oh! how much I thank you, dear father, "said Minerva, impulsively spring ing to his side aud kissing him. “You are tho kindest aud best fathor in all tho world. ” “All talk,” he laughed, though pleasure was visible in his face, “aud you’ll get married some day and forget all about me. ” “Married 1” exclaimed tho girl, sud denly growing ashy pale. “Nover! mean,” sho continued, with her fn< flushing to tho deepest crimson, “I mean that I’ll never forget you.” “Whew,” lie whistled, “Inevorsav tho wind chop around iqpro suddenly Catch a girl saying she’ll never get married! They would as soon think of not being hnudsome and having pretty dresses. But you needn’t blush so. It s all right and proper, and the natural dition of womankind.” “Then,” asked she, archly 8 i coquot- finger thrust between her red lips in mook modesty and bnshfulness. “You wouldn't object to my getting married?” “No, not to a good, honest, industrious man. Why should I? A human heart, and especially of your sex, without lovo, is as good as wrecked. No, my darling; find a good man whom you can love with your whole heart, and who loves yc same, for I am old-fashioned enough to believe in such things, and I’ll not only give my consent but my blessing, some thing worth liavingfor a start in life, and such a wedding ns will mako the old rafters ring.” “And suppose, father,” questioned the blooming girl, half way between smiles njid tears, “suppose it should liappeh to be Frank—Mr. Emmons, I mean?” “Humph! I don’t know. He is—” Just as nice a young fellow as ever must go and seo about an extra supply of provisions. Gracious! it will Iro fortu nate if we don’t have a famine.” He wiped away tho mist from his old eyes, brought tliero by the thought his daughter lind suggested; tried to whistle bravely down the very situation ho had with the touch of rugged eloquence de» fended, and hastened to call his mau-of- all-work and give him instructions. “Mi nerva has como buck, Mike,” lie said “and is going to have some kind of a blow-out on Christmas Eve. She calls it a tablcr vevaught, or something of the kind. “Afwhat?” questioned tho Irishman, scratching his head in the most puzzled manner. “That’s what sticks me, Mike, though I did not let her know it. Anyhow there is to bo sonic kind of a female circus, and tho animals will want plenty to eat.” “Blessings on the bright eyes of her, nnd its ivry thing on the old farm I’ll kill if she wants it, tliodnrlin’.” “Yes, I believe you. That girl seems to have a faculty of twistiug every one around her linger, and—” “Divil a won more thin her ould fay til er,” said Miko as he proceeded to obey tho orders ho bad received, “an’ mother lushiuH of poultry," woll knowing that his share of tho feast would be no stinted To a late hour tho making ready was continued, and nil went to bed tired but happy. And the next day was a continual bustle. Extra help was summoned, and tho kitchen fires roared, and the im mense Dutch oven glowed and plenty ruled triumphant, while tho old deacon was iu his glory bringing supplies from town and making himself useful as woll as most provokiugly officious. So tho day passed and the night came with everything ready for the grand time. Early tho house began to bo filled with o merry company, and wero welcomed by father, mother and daughter, the latter respleudant in robes of fleecy white, abundantly trimmed with soft, floating laces and looped with artificial flowers, while natural roses, fringed with myrtle and smilax, were half hidden amid her golden hair and pulsated upon her joy ously throbbing bosom. For an hour thoro appeared to lie a ceaseless chiming of sleigh-bells, and rosy, laughing loads deposited at the door. Iudeed, so many wero the teams that Mike wns frantic to know what to do with them. But the Deacon believed tho merrier” principle, and kept every one busy and contented. Yet for all the gaily* dancing and singing company, a shade of perplexity now and then crossed liiH fnco. Ho hud not solved the mystery of tho tableau, nnd it hung upon him as a troublesome nightmare. For hours tho house rang nnd trembled upon its strong foundation. It was a oritable bec-hivo of fun nnd frolio, aud many a soft cheek took on deeper roses from stolen kisses; many nn innocent heart bounded moro swiftly from tho en circling arm mnl many a pair of ears tingled from tho slapping of white hands payment for saucy jest or pilfered tress. But good, buxom dame Hannah had almost as much pride iu her cooking ns e denr lamb, and when tho ancient clock made its huge, heavy, coffin-like case throb with tho ringing of ten, she whispered tolior husband, good, prudent soul that sho was, that “the children must be getting hungry, nnd io wns going to seo about the tables.” Iu response to her suggestion, he sought their daughter and told her they wero going to have supper, and that tho young folks had hotter stop romping and cool off, or some of them would bo cer tain to take their death. Yes, father/' she answered; “but wo must have tho tableau first,” and sho looked up, blushing more deeply than a damask rose in June into the face of Mr. Frank Emmons, upon whoso arm she happened to be loaning. “All . * with a sigTi of relief, for the 1 bo lifted from his soul. “Do you want me to help you?” No; but tell mother, please, 1 want her.” And Miss Minerva darted away to her own private room, while the old man told the fiddlers to adjourn to the kitchou and makethemsolves comfortable uutil wanted again. Evidently some of tho girls understood what wns going on, if the Deaeon did not, for they cleared one end of tlie hall, liungn great patch-work bed-quilt across and marshalled thd company into some thing liko order. Then, after a brief pause, in which there was much whis pering, tho improvised curtain was drawn aside aud disclosed Miss Minerva stand ing hand in hand with Mr. Frank Em mons, with a young lady and gentleman ns supporters, and tho old minister be fore them. Amazed, but silent, the Deacon looked on. He did not comprehend tho affair at all, had no practical knowledge of charades, but when certain words had been spoken nnd a ring passed, a sud den light broke in upon tho darkness of his understanding, nnd he exclaimed with an earnestness that startled all: | l“Je-ru-sa-lem ! It looks liko a mar riage!" The hearty laugh that followed sufficed for a full explanation and it needed not the assurance of tho minister to convince him that his daughter was honestly and legally married to tho man of her choice. And yet at first ho was disjrosed to lie an gry. Then ho saw the foolishness of such a proceeding, especially ns ho had previously given his assent to the se lection of his daughter, and entered heartily into the laugh against him self. “That’s what you call a—Jerusalem! I can’t speak tho new fanglcd name—is it? Yet it wasn’t hardly fair to fool tho old man so, Minerva. I did expect you would find something in your stockings to-night, child, but not a great, live man. However it is all right (anything sho could have done would have been so) and we’ll make the best of it, and your moth er and I will have plenty to do in getting called the young husband to his side, gave him the hand of his darling, and said, “Take her and may God bless you both, my children. If I have lost a daughter I have found a son and shall have auother arm to lean upon when my eyes grow dim and steps unsteady lai and— More he would have said but a great ringing of liella summoned them to sup per—and such a supper. I t would have mado grim Famine commit suicide in de spair to have looked upon the tables, and Time throw away his hour-glass aud sit blythely down and enjoyed the feast. The good mother lmd known the secret from the first, and with her pride stimu lated had distanced all former efforts, even to produce a Christmas supper, and tho only complaint was of excessive full ness, when again the violins .summoned tho party to the hall. A few more horns of such happiness as rarely comes to earth and the old house became silent. The company liad departed, but not before the Deacon liad invited all to be present that day year, whispering at the same time something in tho ear of his daughter that sent the blood bounding to her cheeks and caused her to turn suddenly and shamefaced away. s Was he right ? Come with me this joyous, blessed day. You will be welcomed right royal ly. Come and assist in tho festivities and taste to repletion of the good cheer, and when tho bright-eyed babe is christ ened, join with ull in wishing to him, aye even to all upon earth, a happy, merry, bouutiful Christmas. Christinas Sentiment. Says a writer in the Youker’s Gazette : “There is so much about Christinas that savors of harmony, concord, peace peace that means not merely the ces tion of hostilities between conflicting terests in our social world, but that se- rener, broader, deeper peace which unites muu to man by all the ties of friomliy intercourse which pioeeedout of nn universal desire to make Christmas a bright spot among the fading memories of the year. I like the sentiment tho more lrccnn.se it pervades every commu nity nnd brings to view the better side of every man’s character. Not n Scrooge nor a Gradgrind on earth can wholly steel himself against its humanizing in fluence, and t hough the closing of the day may find no charity dispensed or glad ness awakened, yet it will at least surely find tire edge of liis habitual severity blunted. If tliero is ever “peace on earth,” in its fullest sense, it is on Christ mas. I do not believe that custom and usage alone have made the modern anni versary day of the Saviour’s nativity one of rejoicing; it 1ms over occurred to me that since first the glad tidings went out from Bethlehem the event has left its im press on each succeeding generation, and that each recurring “happy morn” has found the chord of human sympathy and love responsive to tho mystic glow. If this wero not so I think we should see ioss hand-shaking and cordial greetings than wo do now, a more limited sphere of action for tho alms gatherer, fewer vis its from “Santa Claus,” fewer Christmas tree festivals,listen to poorer aud less ex citing homely old stories of legendary lore, hear less caroling of “Christians awake,” find a sparser harvest of mistle toe, and wo would have far more con tracted views of our life-cloud’s silver lining. And then, too, I liko tho jnoth- ods we have taken as a nation to show our appioeiation of that day. They are beautiful; they are just. They help us to consecrate our lives and to shape them in the channel that is host suited to their moral development. Where thoughts and motives are pure and simple, we may look for good deeds. Where tho observ ance of Christmas is made known through benevolent acts, kind words to the dis tressed, family gatherings, lmppy chil dren aud the distribution of gifts, wheth er tho celebration be to honor the day for the day’s sake or not, the occasion is one that we should be truly thankful for. This world of ours is bettered by Christ mas nnd every one of us should help to make it memorable. Do you soo the poor, thin man? How sad it is to be poor, nnd have no tur-key to eat. Who is tho man? Ho is an ed- i-tor. What is an ed-i- tor? An ed-i-tor is a man who robs his own stom-ach to fill the heads of oth-er pco-ple. Poor man! I will send him a big, fat tur-key for his Christ-mas din-nor. Do you see tho fat, thick man? Yes, I can see him with one eye. Does tho fat man love tur-key ? You bet. Is he an ed-i-tor, too, Mn-ma? Nix-ee, my child, SOUTHERN NEWS. rail, Ala., has over !>,000 tax ntv-tight failures occurred i At Memphis ii is $2. Sheep r ndiislrv c Sheep-r oil 1111 I,r. iltow in Twenty-seven artesian Worth, Texas. A hill in Alabama pro; shipment of fricight on Si Iu Birmingham, Ala., i have been built in six we f the Auditoi hogs. v. Wa nth L-xpe mike called t near thi taemdia, La., plantation. Mr. T. M. Boyd, of Vo., has, be eliarge of the Kufaula. Ala., Preabvteria hutvh. The total Jo>s bv the lire at I turban), X. < ust week is estimated nt $BU,0n0 to JUS.ims The Alabama senate has passed a bill a< homing the appointment of a eoniiuissiom if immigration. (.'apt. Dwyer is eleuuing out the Knoxtihc ■iver for steamers, which can reach Maeoi The quantity of let obuo (lid moss-back element are allowed to prevail much longer, instead of being a great me tropolis, it will be a rickety, decaying old town, with dilapidated buildings, impassable streets and a general air of rot nnd mill. Major Marks, a gentleman of Orange eonn- •, Florida, is said to have conceived the home of securing Henry Ward Beecher’s summer tent, capable of seating 0,000 peo ple, or some other equally spacious one, and pitching it among the beautiful lakes that environ the town of Wiloox. inside of this o be pitehel n great uomber of smaller tents, for lodging rooms for guests. Dining and dauciug hull, billiard room, ete., are all to be within this immense tent, nnd the whole to be fitted up and furnished equal to e most perfeetly equipped hotel. Boating, >hing nnd hunting would constitute the at- CHRISTMAS HUMOR. The muss that children are anxions to get into—ChrifftmtiH. As the Christmas tree is bent so is the youthful heart made glad. Christmas is the anniversary of dys pepsia’s fowlest conspiracy against com fort. Hose n than the i Claus? Remf.mbeu the barber, the bootblack —and the bartender —Advice to Bach elors. Soul folks will hang up their stockings Christmas eve, end some will hang up the bartender. The man who takes unto himself a wife on Christmas eve will be sure to have well-filled stockings. It is said that a child born on Christ mas will always hate turkey and goose, aud lean towards codfish and bacon. The small l»oy now puts in eight hours a day flattening liis nose against the windows of confectionery nnd toy stores. “ Is Krl* Ktiigle »llve, papa!” The small boy said. Said i"be family’s head. Christmas is rapidly coming this war, and the young man with a No. 0 foot, will, as usual, be presented with a pair of No. 6 slippers. l.NTKN tb the aldgli-bell* jiogle! old Kii ringle! The lain of Tex lu the A ••2 cxliortei The New Sabine rivi boats as mi * thou-.'lit to be 50 pc i Meihodbi elm ire Iihi local pr be bought cheap seph K. Brown lives oil Washing* Atlanta; lienj. Ii. IliJI, on Peach- Sen. Gordon, nt Kirkwood,n sub Georgia are not yet eomplet flint the result will show tlm tween 1,5.10,000 nnd 1,1I0,(H> has rofied him'up"in pink'cotton°~ancl I lived/’ interposed Ris wife. I things ready to fill the little stockings sprinkled him with cologne and put him “Yes, yes. I can’t say aught against: that / in a bandbox for fear he will get mussed.” . him, but-— ’j | A soft white hand stopped his words, “Ho will bo here Christmas Eve,” in- 1 “I know,” laughed Minerva at his con- j red and ripe lips wero pressed upon liis terrupted Minerva, with a strong effort fusion, “when you really come to think own, a silken face was laid upon his at sobriety; “he and a number of others, i of giving me up it is too much. That’s wrinkled one, a few tears of happiness I knew you would not care, fathor, if 11 it." Iu . llfl „ iT we S e T n hw J? roatl breast, invited them," “I believe you aro right, child. But I and with faltering tongue the old man A Christmas Snowball. Snowballs filled with Christmas gifts is a late idea of holiday humor. A frame of whalebone or wires in halves is filled with toys aud bon-bons, covered with thick paper, the halves lightly fastened together and covered with pure white wadding. The halls may be made small and the fun of pelting tho family with them forms part of the ceremonies of Christmas morning, tho ball flying open and scattering the presents over the re ceiver's head. Or a huge snowball is made and rolled into the room, as part of the Christmas treo festivities. The semi circular whalebone or crinoline “dress improvers” can bo put to good use for snowballs in their way by joining a pair and covering round with cotton. Ikoersoll may defy brimstone and doubt the reality* of a “Sweet Bye and Bye,” but if he undertakes to pluck a single bristle from the board of Santa Cltmi, thove will bo a row, t Little Itock. Tw ieh the upper banks. The fbh i Mrs. I‘( qunrl it quality, .ciila pro' shall pm w liol 9 of the principal ami establish is *3411,273, or l* school po|mla* -f lb • XV t larger t If you really desire to perpetrate a practical joke upon your printer this year just send him the amount of your subscription ou Christmas. What tiu.ii llie lu.litlay> roll round, The Uil boy, Mill In frock*. J.cl by (lie ear, to In* ma draws near, Ami getteih his Christmas box. “Hang up the baby’s stocking!" shouts the Hackensack lit publican. We want it distinctly understood that wo haven't any such appendages. A young man who gave liis girl a gold watch last Christmas, married her during the summer, and now lie thinks the present was “time" vVll spent. Now comes the season when the voting man, on au eight dollar salary, bothers his brains to raise the stamps to get his girl a twentv dollar holidav present.— Kansas rif)/ Times. Christmas falls on Saturday this year, and severe storms mo predicted. Tho •term will likely break when the young sters wake up and find their stockings filled with cliuuks of coal. The morning dawns, and the house hold is awakened by the sound of drum and fife. But it is not war. It is not the sum mons to go out and slaughter the Zulus. Nay, brethren, i* u Christmas.—Xcm York Express. “Mamma," said tho little one ; “do you know what you aro going to give mo for Christmas?” “Why yes,” said the moth er, “of course I know." “Well, for mer cy’s sake, don’t tell me,” responded tho puss with great vehemence. As Christmas approaches, the young man who has been toasting bis toes, and lounging on the best parlor sola, begins to try uud Ret up a quarrel with his ▼oung*girl so us to escape bankrupting liimaelf on a Christmas present. Baltimore Er*ri/ Sutnrdai/. SHF. tripped «'er the #'u»hy t-rouiug, And the wind, that fiercely blew. An Inch or m of hn znkle Kx|»'!uh1 Io the public view. Pleasant Remembrances. Sitting here, 1 find myself holding a levee of departed Christmas nights. Si lently. into my study of imagination come these apparitions, clad in snowy mantles, brooehed and gemmed with frosts. Their numbers I do not care to count, for they are the number of my The i sages buy the propc An image crop embracing acres con taining about 3,500 trees, in Slimier county Fla,, has boon purchased by a Colmnbns, Vn., man for $31,000. He sold the fruit now on the trees for $3,000. The mutual report of Major II. H. Thouip son, state superintendent of education of South Carolina shows 2,073 schools and 3,171 teachers for 1870-80, against 2,001 schools and 3,160 touchers for 1878-70. In 1870-77 there were '2,483 schools and 2,074 teachers. Twenty-five members of the South Caroli na legislature arc in favor of bolding a con stitutional convention, 18 are in favor of reg istration, 10 want the state and federal elect ions separated, 0 desire a property or educa tional qualification for suflrngc. (iov. Ilagood saw in Marlborough county, S. <’., a field of 3io acres which yielded this s it did also last ye eh. At 10 i i I lie la i ghiug a pound the gross value of tlf acre, which is ah ut as much worth in the market. There are six moss factories in New Orleans and vicinity. All the moss ginned is shipped abroad «9 Ihe furniture manufact urers do not buy it ginned, preferring to pick aud clean it themselves The total amount paid for the rough moss by the go ners, uphoslterers and mattress makers of he cty is about isno.nan per year. The New Oilcans times snys that that city pldly drifting into a deplorable eondi liuugh; but, c gregutiun of jolly ghosts. I hear a sound s of light musiV.nwhi.sk of women’s tresses whirled around iu douce, and tho lick as of glasses pledged by friends. Before oue apparition is a mound on which tho snow is lying. I know that spring of mistletoe. (), spirit iu tho midst! Under it I swung tho girl I loved —aud kissed her, too. And thou, too, with bencher iu baud; I remember thy reigning night. Whore now arc flic many boys and girls (lint thrust their fingers in tit« blaze? The kindly Christmas tree, from which I trust every gentle render will pull n lion-ton or two, is already sparkling with the sweet fruits of its season. You, young ladies, will pluck giftliugs fruits from it; nnd with the sugar-plum you will find one of thoso delicious conun drums, which tho confectioners intro duce into tho sweet wonts, and which ap ply to tho cunning passion of love. There are some standing about tho tree who don’t care about the love-riddle part. Patience, little people! a dozen Christ mases more aud you will be reading thoso wonderful conundrums. As for us older folks, wo watch tho young people pulling nt tho branches; but er reach for flic fruits, and Christmas lights have mostl l for »long- is the Wealth Not Omnipotent. Wealth is potent iu its own sphere, but impotent beyond it. It can put a telegraph under the sen and cover the land with a network of wires ns with a spider’s web. It can build railroads and • bridge oceans. It can buy houses and lands nnd every material advantage; but hero its power stops. It cannot pur chase goodness, or justice, or gentleness, or patience, or lovo, or true friendship. It cannot make character stronger, or life sweeter. It can say to the minister, I will feed you and clothe you while you are making men better, and to the teacher, I will take care of you while you aro making men wiser, but it can do nothing without the brain of wisdom or the heart of goodness. It can build railroads, but it is powerless to build men. He who has ridden in a country stage- ;oacb knows how cream feels whoa it is lion, ami If the uarruw illiberal ldeus of tbe jeing churned into butter.