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■OMVIIPTIOS BATE* 2“ # it w -Six mouths, 75 Three months........ „ 40 newspaper Law Decisions. • 1. Any person who takes a paper rejjular- ly from the postoffioe—whether directed vo his nnrne or another's, or whether he has sub scribed or not— is responsible for the amount. 3. If a person orders his paper discontinued he must pay all arrearage*, or the publisher may continuo to send It until payment ia made, and collect the whole amount,whether the paper is taken from the office or not. 3. The courts hare decided that refusing to take newspapers or periodicals from the postoffice, or removing end leaving them uncalled for is primafaoie evidence of in* natiotnel fraud. RONE AWAY, l will« link of thee as eold and dead, Low-lying la th« grave that I can see. I would not atnnd beside when life bad Cad And Ion Ihjr body only, there for thee, t nov'-r saw thoe with thy pale arms crossed On that unboating heart that was my own. They only told ma all that I had loat When from thy breast thy lovely soul had flewa. Thou wert not that! anil so I turned away, And left tho house when other mourners >td& • Nor did I oume on that unhappy day When lu the tomb that dreadful thing waa laid. To me thou art not dead, but gone an hour Into anotliar country, f»ir M d sweet, Where thou shalt by some undisoovored powor Be kept in yontb and beauty till we meet. Thus I car feel (hat any given day I oou»j rejoin thee, gone awhile before To foreign cllmea to paas dull weeks away, ily wandcrlng on tho broad AtlanUo ahore, Whrtrsreach long wave that breaks upon the saud Beam thee a message from me waiting hare, And every breath spring breathes across tho land Seems as a sign that thou art lingering near. ®° 1 will think of thee as living there, And I will keep thy grave In sweetest bloom As If thou gaveat s garden to my care Kre thou departed from onr English gloom. Then when my d'.y la done and I, too, die, ’Twill be as tf[ i journeyed to tby si le, And when aV, quiet we togotlier lie We aha>i nflt know that we hare ever died —All V,t Ytar Jlound. THE FLEXIBLE FIEND, Last summer my wife received a tele gram from her mother (visiting in Bos ton), urging hor to meet her in that city on an important family matter. Lot no one suspect me of intimating that my respected mother-in-law is the ** flexible fiend,” from my introducing hor name so noon after the titlo of my story; but lmd it noi been for that telegram my experi ence with said fiend would havo been nil. Arabella wo* to start early in the morn ing, and gavo mo many orders. “ Bo sure and lock all the doors every night, Theophilus, and, whatever you do, don’t aggravate Bridgot, for you know what a "helpless predicament you would bo in if she should take it into her head to •leave,’ ” I gave tho required promises, and noxt day saw Arabella safely on her way. For a fow days all went smoothly. Bridget was, to uso hor own description, in the most “ illignntest” of humors, anfi I en joyed unwonted tranquillity. Then came tho beginning of the end. Of course Arabella and I exchanged letters doily. (Wo hod only bcon married a year and a half.) On tho afternoon of the fourth day her lettor contained the following thunderbolt—in a postscript: ** l forgot to toll you that I found A ant Oarraway here on a risit from the West. She will come home with me for a short stay, so be sure and have Biddy clean tho house from roof to cellar, as Aunt Oarraway has an eye like a lynx— but then you know, Philly dear, olio has a groat deal of money.” I understood that, “Philly dear,” -t once. On ordinary oocosions Arabolla calls mo “ Theophilus.” Bhoknow that I would rather faco a howitzer than con voy her commands to Bridgot, but, as tho thing had to be done, her inodo of address waa an affectionate hint to ap proach tho dreaded damsel with tho ut most circumspection. I bogan at once. I went to tho kitch en, whero Biddy was scouring pans. “ Well, Bridgot, is there anything you need from tho store ? I may run down there to-night, and can bring any thing you want—just as well as not, you know.” “Sugar’s out,” said the maiden, la conically. “Anythingelse,Biady?” with a Piok- wickian smile and a Cbadband inflec tion. “ Sure ye might be after fetohin’ a •up o’ tay, too 1" “I will, Biddy, with great pleasure. By the way, that’s a fine fellow that tomes to see you sometimes. McCarthy Is his name.” “It’s my euzzint, share," said the tashful Biddy, rubbing away vary hard it the bottom of a pan. “A very niee cousin, indeed, and I hope you will treat him well, Biddy, every time ho comes. By the way, I havo just, had another lettor from Mrs. Blodgett. She will be home on Thurs day, and wished mo to mention to you that yon might do a little honso-ch lin ing, as she expects to bring a friend with her. I’ll help yon,. Biddy, ’pon my word I will,” I continued hastily, seeing signs of gathering wrath on Erin’s brow. *Next day -we began operations. While Bridget * scrubbed and mjoured and grumbled and glowered, I devoted my THE BUTLER HERALD. W. N.-BENNS, JAMES D. RUSS. Editor*. VOLUME V. “ X l/L TllbUn RE IUOI1T.” Subscription. $1.50 in Advance. BUTLER. GEORGIA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13. 1SSI. NUMBER 50. ipot. A few spndofnls of earth, a fow manly tears (caused by. uprooting a very powerful onion near by), and all wan over. The next day I sat in my library, reading an instructive Volume entitled " Enigmas of Life.” The door waa thrown open, and a bouncing, bewilder ing object gyrated along tho floor to my study-ohair, followed by Bridget, with the thunders of Olympus on her brow, and—yes—a blacked eye I With wrath ful gestures she shot forth her tirade : An’ it is mcsilf that’ll be afthor hav in’my eye kilt entirely wid the mu therm’ owld villin av a hodp-skurrt jumpin’ in- til me fuce, whilo I was diggin’ a few peraties for dinner—like a divil from purragatorry, sure I ” • She disappeared, and I laid down my book in despair. “Enigmas of Life I” I should think so I I seized the Uoop- •kirt*, and ran frantically in the garden. I would bury it sovonty fathoms deep, if I had to dig through to tho antipodes! No one ehould tay that Theophilus Blodgett was the man* to be conquered by an old hoop-skirt, forty-spring donble- elliptio though it might be I Just as I renohed the corner of the woodshed, I heard a silvery voice exclaim: “Good-morning, Mr. Blodgett*!” Looking around, I descried, oh, hor ror ! tho clorgyman of St. Jamoa, with his wife and young-lady visitor, Miss Juliet Thornton, coming to call! For the Rev. Ciggswell and lady I oared not a straw, but Juliet Thornton had been one of my ardent attachments before I engaged myself to Arabolla. In foot, I was a long time (I may say a very long time) making np my mind which of the two I really preferred; but, on Arabella’s remarking sarcastically one evening that “ some people never did know their own minds,” and that “ men were all alike— fickle as the weather”—I gasped for firmness, uprooted Joliet from ray heart forever, and made Arabella name the day on the spot. Howevor, notwithstanding tho uproot ing process (which is not always so thorough as some people imagine), if there was one j>erscm in the world before whom I wished to prosent a respeotablo flguro, it was Juliet Thornton. Arabella might get killed in a railroad accident. Strange things happened overy day. I glanced about mo in desperation. Thore stood a heavenly ash barrel right at my 1 elbow. I breathed an inward thanks giving, and, hw-tily cramming the hoop- Bkirt into the barrel, joined my visitor* at the front gate. “ We are just in timo to make a tour of your flower garden, Mr. Blodgett,” said Juliet biguilingly; “I do so dote on flowers 1” and sho gave one a tenilor glance, as if to say, “ I havo not forgot ten the hot houses anil snowy camellias that a certain individual used to send me 1” “ With all my heart, ladicB; thjs wny —and Mr. Ciggswell, too,” and I led them in triumph around th* flower bods, plucking tho fairest blossoms of all fot Juliet aud Mrs. Ciggswell. It is fortu nate that Arabella did not see tho solici- tudo with whioh I selected the perfeot specimens. The reverend Ciggswell squinted through his eye-glasses. toward the kitchen fire. “ You have—aw—some very fine veg etables, too—aw—Mr. Blodgott, I por- coive. I am vory fond of looking—aw— at a vegetable gardon." I could havo murdered him. The way to the vegetable patch led direotly past t*|e ash barrel. “Oh, yes, dear Mr. Blodgett, do ihow us the vegetables,” said Juliet. “ I do love to see the cunning little yel low squashes, and the beets and onions »nd other nico things.” There was no help for it. Stifling a groan I conducted them to tho desired I »1 ace. Wo neared th o fateful ash barrel. Juliet's eyes were cast on the ground, and I breathed freely as we passed it, when an ominous sound—“ tsiss-se-t ”— greeted my oars, and my horrified eyes beheld a long, .digged rent in Jnliob’s pink cambric polonaise 1 That diabol ical hoop-skirt—thnt haunting remorse less fiend—that “Banquo” that would not “ down ’’—had protruded a broken wire through a chink of the barrel, and the deed was done l If Arabella were to bo immolated on fifty trains it would make no difference now I Juliet would never smile on mo again. A woman must bo an angel to forgive an irrepara ble injury, to a new dress. Ot course I apologize^ add of: oornse sbp protchdoiVnofc.to caje; .but a certain energies to .lonring out tliQ,*nbbiHh ii, [wziEg <ugnitj crept into her nuniir our bedroom closet, „n.1 ^ remaind ^ of th J ca „, aml „ T . ho time*we reached “the cunning little yellow squashes ” her enthusiasm was ns wiinmingly until I cams to an old hoop- skirt of Arabella’s. I had hoard a friend say that stove-clinkers aud old hoop- . skit-ta were the hardest) thing* to got rid of on the face of the earth. Burn it I could not. Break it I could not. I could not hide it in the attic, for Aunt Oarraway would be sure to make au ex pedition thither within twenty-four .. hours of her arrival 1 If I should throw it behind the wood-shed, Biddy would trip oveff it and fracture her classic nose. A brilliant idea presented itself! I would bury it' lu the vegetibl. gwdcu, near the potato patch. • The turf shall be its winding sheet, ” deadas JqljttsCMesr. The visitors declined an invitation to enter the liouso and rest. Mrs. Ciggs- wt>H, with an infinitude of pins and an abundance of sympathy, made tempora ry repairs in the pink polonaise;' and T bowed them out of the front gate with an unwonted chill at my heart Looking across the street I espied a ragman’s cart standing at the Widow Dickerman’s. A wild impulse seized me. I snatched the “ fiend ” from tho ash barrel, and, as I ran up-stairs, called man’s, pleas*, and tell that ragman to be sore aud stop here.” The rag-bag always hung by Arabel la's sewing-machine in the bedroom. Twisting the fiend into the smallest possible compass, I wrapped and tied it securely in a ragged dish-towel, aud pushod it down, down, down, to the very bottom of the bag. No, that wouldn’t do. With a Mooliiavcllian cunning I pulled the “ fiend ” up toward the mid dle. “He will never disoovor it till ho gots to the paper-mill,” thought I; “farewell, ruthless destroyer of my mace, farewelll” By the time my arrangmonts were completed the Widow Dickcrman had come to the end of chaffering for half- pint tin cups and griddlo-cako turners, nnd the cart was at the door. With a stolid countenance, but a throbbing heart, I stood nonchalantly by, while tho peddler weighed and emptied tho rags and counted out tho cash. I did not draw a full breath till I saw the back of tho cart vanish over tho top of tho long, hilly street, on the road to H . The noxt day Arabella (doar girl) re turned with Aunt Oarraway. As wo sat at dinnor, plying our elderly relative with all the delicacies of the season, I heard an animated discussion at the kitchen door betweon Bridget and a strange man. Bridget’s voice grew shriller, the man’s gruffer, then heavy footsteps came near. I quaked with a fearful presontimont. Tho door opened nnd the rag man stood before me with indignation on his freokled face, “Ef you suppose that Hiram S^a- thiel Bangs is agoin' tew pay 5 cents a poound lor old hupskirt wire you’xe just a lectio out of your reok’nin’, for lie don’t calo’late to kerry on bizness in any sioh style. I’ll trouble yew for 10 oents, mister,” and ho linnded me the “ fiend,” still tied in the ragged towel.” Arabella was completely mystified. Aunt Oarraway looked unutterable things I I handed out a dime ; Hiram Balathiel departed. I flung myself back in my chair, in au attitude of ntter hopelessness. “ It’s no use, Araliella I I’ve tried to get rid of that infernal thing ever since Tuesday I It’s bewitched I Where’s my hat ?” and I plunged wildly out of the house. - “ It's ill right, Philly. Aunt Oarra way wasn’t nearly so horrified as*you would suppose. Bhe’s asleep in her own room now, like a blessed old lamb kin.” She led me tip to the side of the room where the bookcoao stood, and pointed roguishly to a mysterious looking, serpentine arrangement on the wall, lined with Turkey rod, finished off with bows of ribbon and filled with newspa pers. “ You know, Phil, you never can find your paper again when you lay it down, so this afternoon I made you a wall- pooket for a surprise.” I looked again. Could I believe'my eyes? Yes, it mast be; it was the “ fiend ” transformed into an object both useful and ornamental by tho ready wit and deft fingers of a woman 1 “I acknowledge myself surpassed, Arabella. Men soroetimos don’t know half as much os they think they do.” Arabella smiled domurely. WEIGHING 990,000,000 IN GOLD. T)ie* weighing is boing done in the largo melting-room in tho Assay Office. The brass scales are about four feet high, and the weight on either side and at the center rests upon knifo edges of a sharpness that will havo bocn worn so much when the present weighing is done that they will never be used again. The balance of the empty pans is so exact that tho one-hundredth part of on ounce added to either sido bears it down promptly. The weights used are of a composition of metals looking like brass. They are shaped like large tomato cans, with scooped-out tops, across which are straight bandies, and they weigh 500 tyoy ounces each. Ten of these weights, or 5,000 ounces, make the capacity of the scales, a drop of this sizo disposing of twonty-fivo bars of gold, or $125,000, Of course there are many smaller weights to secure perfect accuracy. The ontire accumulation of gold amounts to 700 melts, -of which fifteen can be weighed in an hour, and, the working bourn be ing from 9 a. m. to 4 p. m., only 105 melts can be disposed of in a day. Al lowing time for lunch and delays, tho work will probably not be completed much before tho last day of the fiscal year, which is June 30. The gold, which is in bars about six inches long, an inch thick, and two and a half inches wide, is stored in common open wooden boxes, with about the capacity of a hod. Ten bars are kept in each box, and the hand truck in which the gold is hauled from the vault to tho scales will hold twenty boxes. Each bar is worth $5,000, each boxful Abotyt $50,000, each truck load about $1,000,000. The reporter, when shown into the vault, was surrounded by shelves piled up with gold and silver worth about $60,000,000. -New York World. wnAt tun world owns printers, Editor Seals, of the Atlanta (Cl«.) Sunny South\pays this deserved tribute to the much-abused compositor : To its writers the world does not stand as a debtor. It has given to them largely of what it had to bestow. True, it has allowed some whose words will be potential so long as truth can persuade- the human intellect or eloquence touch the human heart, to live unhonorod and die neglected. But in the main it has awarded them no unjust share of famo and fortune.' To that class of toilers, however, without whose patience and skill the pen of tho ready writer were but n slow moans of communicating thought, it has been less liberal. A large army of men and boys and young women ore now engaged with busy fingers and nerves under continued tension in fur nishing the reading public with the printed shoot. In the morning they be gin their tasks with the early dawn that the business man may have a fresh sheet when he gathers around his firesido at evening. But when busy crowds havo loft tho streets aud reunited families are enjoying tho luxuries of home, the print- still toils by lamplight that the morn ing paper be not wanting. These are not ill-paid as far as dollars and cents The composing stick is a pretty , but not an easy means, of winning one’s bread. But they receivo little of honor, considering how mnoh they do for the pleasure of individuals and for the progress of society. When we foci tho happiness of our lives onhanced by tho perusal of some charming work, wo oherish gratitude for tho gonius that so fittingly sot tho thoughts to words that thoy elovato us with emotions of beauty. But we scarcely think of the patient toil that is required to print those words that the reading of them would be a pleasure. If the only way of learning an author’s thoughts were by deciphering his crump ed and crooked ohirograpliy, full of eras ures and interlineations, fow would bo {uclincd to undertake the task. Yet the printer must do this. Ho must^ too, bear tho blame of th$ writer'* bad spell ing and bad grammar, though he is al lowed to share none of his praise for found logio or brilliant rhetoric. The world oannot honor its .printers too much. Their composing slides come nearer than anything else of boing that lover of which the Bjracusan droaraed. * saaif l frioatfMttri bortut tb the qu|, "Bridget, ran over to Mrs. Djokei- Wrnnv yon buy peanuts, that’s a quart. When yon pay for them, that's a quarter. And when you have disposed of them, that's a quartette. A LITTLE SEED. That “toll oaks from little acorns grow” ia illustrated by the following statement of a correspondent of tho Interior: “About the year 1832, I rode,” he says, “ fromPhiladelphiaon tho first railroad-car that ever ran from that city. We made a pleasure trip of five miles to Germantown, the extent of the road. Tho roils were laid on oblong blocks of Btone, squared and rising six or eight inches out of the ground. “The carriage was omnibus-fashion, filled with passengers above and below, and drawn by horse-power. It was a great novelty, and we were all de lighted. “The project of this road bad been a matter of great interest, and tho stock was eagerly sought. The subscription was taken in a building at tho northeast corner of Market and, I think, Second streets. I was looking on at a distance. “ A crowd had collected outside of the building, aud, not waiting to hand tho subscriptions in at the window, suddenly the sash flow up, and through it pell- mell went the subscribers themselves, crowding the passage with a rapid cur rent of wriggling humanity, heels, heads and elbows confused. “All this exaitement about a five-mile horse-railroad 1 And no wonder. It was prophetic. In that little seed lay compressed that spark of energy which shot forth the great Pennsylvania sys tem of railroads to shake sleep out of a ooatiaaal” RON ORTNG A MOTHER'S FEELINGS. A burglar entered a house in which a mother was sitting up with a sick child. “Sir,” she said in a whisper, as soon as she could compose herBelf to speak, “ thore is nothing of value in this house except thnt child’s Ufa, at least to me, but you may find otherwise. Here, take my keys, search everywhere, take what ou want, but speedily and withont noise, I implore you." She handed him the keys, placed her linger to her lip, and pointed to the door. Tho burglar moved quietly away, then turned and said in a low voioe: “Is he very sick?” “ His life hangs on the oontinuanoo of this sleep.” “Then ho will recover for all tho noise I’ll make,” the robber answered, laying down the keys and nosclessly tak ing his departure, but absolutely noth ing else.— Utica Herald. AT Oervia, on the Adriatio sea, the festival of “marrying the sea” waa cele brated with great solemnity last month. The Bishop, at the head of a brilliant procession, marched to the edge of the water and cast the wedding ring into the surf, according to the old. Venetian style when the Doge “ married ” tho re- , public to its annual bride, the Adriatic. NO WONDER THEY SWORE. A bar-tender dways takes tho oppo site view of everything. The other day Mr. Gallagher was in a Court street sa loon nnd tipped his chair back and went over and jammed his head into a dispa rt or nnd was considerably hnrt. The in cident annoyed him, and the bar-tender told him ho hadn’t ought to swear. Gal lagher said that, under the influence of sudden pain, five men out of six would swear. Tho bar-tendor wouldn’t, believe it, and tho result was n bet. Then, for the tost, Gallagher got an ordinary brick and heated it fearfully hot, and placed it on tho marble bar. Now, a brick doesn’t show heat, nnd therefore it was not surprising that when Mr. Griff came in and saw the brick on the bar he should pick it up. He, however, sho and no disposition to put it in his pockit, or do anything else with it. Ho imme diately laid it down, and mndo frantic gestures and said a number of wiokid things. Then in camo a butcher, .wko also picked up the Brick and laid it down. Ho looked around savagely, and, after freeing his mind of mmo unholy sontimenta, said ho hoped he shouldn't see anybody laugh, os he pre ferred not to be uuder the neeessi^ of doing murder. The next victim wjfe a Chinaman, and ho spoke every wort of English he knew, aud two-thirds of t hat he remarked would havo been improper in a Sunday-school. He joined JMr. Gruff and the butcher in sucking his fingers aud wutohing for the next nan. He came in tho form of a promineutjpol- itician, and as he placed the brick lpon tho bar bis language sounded like rjter- election talk. The bar-tencler begin to bewiervons, but tho next man unrely pranced about and wildly waved hands withont saying a word. It ap peared that he was a dumb man. ~ the next man would deeido the bet. Ho was a young man from the lumber tricts of Maine, and didn’t look li talkative chap. But when ho got of that brick his jaw seemed to bei loose, and tho way lie blasphemed shocked a parrot, and the hulchnr lie’d give $75 if ho could talk like Gallagher had won. Ho rose upwind explained tho affair. Tho six, lie by the young man from Maine, sii for him ns one man, Thoy pulled all over the place. They brushe^the ceiling with him, used him for n ball, throw him down cellar, ton clothes off aud rnnde him drink w Thoy said they wanted to see if it make him swear. It did.—Boston lost. Pit IN TEltS* B ULLS. /(Idlmloui Elundsm Matt* by Compositors and Proof-Readers. Among tho most amusing things in newspapers are tho blunders whioh the intelligent compositors, ably assisted by careless editing and sleepy proof-read ers, frequently Ings in by the ear. The most carefully edited journal is fallible in this direction. Proof-readers are con stantly in hot water. In the London Times' office thoy are fined for every blunder that eludes them. On the New York Herald they have been suspended for weeks. In spite ot this severe dis cipline, the Herald made the astonish ing annonneement that “ a long line of scorpions’ feathers filed into the church/ instead of “snrpliced fathers.” A re porter on that paper had occasion to quota a verse from a familiar hymn in wliich the word' ‘herald’’ occurred. The proof-reader dutifully underscored the word, and tho verse appeared, “ Hark, the Herald angels sing.” It was in the World's report of a political meeting thnt the word “shouts” was so ludicrous ly misprinted as to make tho blunder famous. “Tho snouts of 10,000 Demo crats rent tho air," road the report. A fow years ago the journalist who is wide- I ly known as “Gath,” wrote a Fourth of ' July article. With fervid eloquence he told how the effete monarchies of the ! Old World trembled in their boots when thoy read the immortal declaration penned by Thcmas Jefferson. “Thrones reeled,” wrote the impassioned Gath. Next morning he wished lie hadn’t, when he saw in oold type, “Thomas reeled." A local reporter recently wrote that Dr- | Talmage closed hia services with the hymn, “Nearer, by God, To Thee.” The malicious blunder waa caught on the fly in the proof-room, and didn’t get into the paper. A daily paper up the Hudson reported tho speech of a Fourth of July orator, in which ho had some- to say about the “flat of tho Almighty.” Tho proof-reader had never heard of “fiat money,” and he was willing to bet his week’s wages there was no each word in the vernacular. Bo he printed it, “the fist of the Almighty.” At the time of tho Meeker massacre, a dfspatch from rLEASAJITBUBB* Perpetual motion—Scandal. The fishery question—Got a bite I Where waa she when he spider ? and where will she beetle he see* he* again ? A match safe—One pnt up where the small boy can’t get at it. The store maple sugar is now known an the oleomargarine ol the forest. The telephone has developed an en tirely new school of hello cution. Nature abhors a vacuum, Thai is the reason there are so many fools in the world. Dame Nature was bound to fill up with something. Lathes probably think that bangs are killing. They are sometimes fatal. The one that Goliath got in the forehead did the business for him. Wisconsin wolves have become so haul up for provender that they chase young men who part thefr hair in the centre. The dear, pet lambs! The following is a true copy of a sign on an academy out West: Freeman A Huggs, school teachers. Freeman teaches the boys and Huggs the girls. Mrs. O. Dbah Margarine has arrived in the city. Her friends think her the creme do la oreme, but her enemies think differently.— Washington Repub- “Jack, what relation to you is that old gentleman I saw you with this morning?” “Oh, not much; he’s mar ried to my grandparents’ only daughter. ” “ You don’t knew how glad I am to see you, Clara, doar.” “ Oh, yea, I do,” replied Clara deer; “Johnny told me that he heard you say you would rather die than see me.” Mother—“Now, Gerty, be e good girl, and give Aunt Jolie e kiss end sey good-night.” Gerty—“No, no I if I kiss hor she'll box my ears, like she did papa’s last night.” Inspirations come to writers withont . the least warning, and in all sorts of places. The following must have struck the editor of the Rochester Express while lie was getting his hair curled: “It is not necessary for a man to keep his mug at the barber's shop, but he must take it there to be shaved.” A gentleman from the North wo« spending the evening with a Galveston gentleman whose acquaintance he had made. On reaching the house the stron ger asked: “ Have you any old Texas relics or curiosities?” “Certainly,” was the reply; “ allow mo to make you acquainted with my mother- in-law. "— Galveston News, “Those cigars I bought here yoster- day were mighty bad.” Dealer—“Bad? Why, «ir, I’ve sold thousands and thou sands of those cigar*, and you’re the first one to find fault with them.” Cus tomer—" I don’t know anything about that when I tried to An, a aoe, x uvw« the West attrihn tori the mutiny to the formershaving “pulled down the In- , that, but I know that dians’ forata nnd corrola." It was put i ~ J> alur -" 1 That’s whore you m«de a mistake, x supposed you wanted them to treat your tho death awhile ago j Wend. with, l l-hoocht U»r. muat be . . .... > .t .* . some mistake about it. THE LAWN AND GROUNDS. Most front yards have some att4npt at ornamentation, but taste is too < [ton outraged by the indulgence of wl n Tho rich green of the grass plot is ken up aad frittered away by nnnuL single plants or small beds scattc over the yard. In some instances (vor- greens are planted in the immrtjiuto front of houses, and so near to them that, although they had obtained only a partial growth, the branches are alrosdy intruding themselves into the veranda, thereby not only inconveniencing the residents, but presenting anything else rather than a handsome appearance, and threatening, in the course of a few years, to almost entirely exclnde the sunlight from that portion of the premises. This is a grave error. Trees, however Ifau- tiful, should never be planted so net ft he house as to bar out the sunshine. Thar* is no more effectual method ot destroy ing their beauty, nor a better plun for introducing disease. I have known houses, thus crowded upon by trees of dense foliage, that became so unhealthy as to bo regarded almost unteuahle. Large trees are out of place in small yards; they should be in keeping with the plat they are intended to beautify.- Exchange. VON-ROTATION OF THE EARTH. To the Editor or the ScmNTjrio American : You will doubtless tllnk that I am presumptuous when I tell 'on that I do not believe the earth rota es. My reasons for not believing that )tho eft rth turns around every twenty-mar hours are simply these : When two ob jects pass each other, going in opp<*ita directions, thoy pass very quickly, as for instance a bird flying west ought to |es< objects upon tho earth much more up- idly than when it flies east But thi^ is not the caao. A bird passes no dors rapidly going west than when it lie* east; a bull thrown against a house ki a westerly direction does not rebound fuiy more than whon thrown east. You may. send a balloon up ah>ve your head and let it stand twenty-fcmr hours, and at the expiration of the twenty-four hours the balloon will he direotly over your head. I havo studied the reasons given in astronomy and flu cl nothing to refute my observations. Hoping, if 1 am wrong, you will wri4 to mo and set me right, I am yourf, Me,, T. A. KIRELAND, Franconia. Pickens oountj, Ala larji p of iin A Waufun editor found some strung** looking looking bits of motal in tho street , and took them to a jewelry stare to ascertain wlmt they were. The stuff turned out to be money.—Peek's Aun into type os “having pulled down the Indians’ beets and carrot* ” The Win- nepeg Times, of a right-reverend, for “the death of prelate” printed “tho death of a pirate.” A Cardiff newspaper, ip reporting the Hormon of the Rev. Dr. Mellor before tho Congregational Union, whore th* reverend gentleman spoke of “ women clothed with sanotity,” by an unfortunate transposition of tho “o” printed the plirast “women clothed with scantity.” Tho awry is told thnt Ernest Renan last win ten had occasion to telegraph across the British channel the subject of a proptsed lecture of his in Westminster abbe?. The subject as written by him, waa ‘The Influence of Romo on the Foination of Christianity.” It was puhlshed in England as “The Influence of Run on the Digestion of Humanity.” Ten man who gavo his name to that instillment of death kflown as the “ Bnrie-knife” is receiving much atten tion nowadays in the way of romin- isceices of his remarkable career as a., advmturer. He was a tough citizen waa Jones Bowie, but he hod a sense of jus- ticein his heart that gave him a charac ter among those who deprecated his murderous ways. Ho made tho origins! bovie-knife while lying upon a sick-bed, laU up with wounds received ip a “ con troversy,” and fashioned tho weapon for purposes of revenge. It was made of a saw-mill fllo. A good story is told in Texas, no entered a church of tho new towns and found a clergyman trying to preach to on autience part of whom were anxious to listen and tho ether part bent upon spurl When he announced his text and attempted to preach one man brayed in imitation of an ass, another hooted like an owl, etc. Ho disliked to be driven from his purpose, and attempted again to preaoli, but was stopped by the earn* species of interruption. Ho stood silent and still, not knowing whether to vacate the pulpit or not. Finally a man whom lie did not know aroso and with stentorian voice said : “ Men, this man ha* come here to preAch to you. Yon need preaching to, and I’ll be if he shau*t preach to you 1 The next man that disturbs him shall fight me. My name is Jim Bowie.” Tho preacher ■aid thnt after this announcement ho never lmd a more attentive and respect ful audience, so much influence hod Bowie over that reckless and dangerous •lsmnnt It is no test of amiability to be good- natured in the few end rare momenta of Mranity when ell human troubles seem to hav* subaided. It ia tha men who, whan troubled him—If, oaa preserve a rmlm and cheerful exterior to cheer those around him j who, when oppressed oarta, ha* j*4 Ma soeouragiug word idr hi* brother ; whan disappointed him self, has yet the disposition to point out to others the star Af hopo in their hori zon, who may be most confidently (le xer i bed es e rerdly amiable man. nHIPPING CHILDREN. A parent who cannot govern a child without whipping it ought to surrender the care of that child to nome wiaer per son. -Sportsmen onco thought it neoes- sury to lasli their dogs in training them for tho field. They know now that the whip should never bo used. Horsemen once thought that it was necessary to whip colts to teach them to start at the word and pull steadily. Thoy know now that an apple is better than tho lash and a caress bettor than a Mow. If dogs and horses can bo I bus educated with out punishment, wlmt ia there in our children which makes it necessary to slap and pound them ? Have they less in telligence? Have thoy colder hearts? Aro they any lower in the scale of being? Wo havo heard many old people say : “ If we were to bring up another child wo should never whip it.” They are wise, but a little too late. Instead ol God doing so little for children thal thoy must bo whipped to goodness, He hns done so much for them that even a whipping can’t ruin them—that is, as a rule. But alas, there are many exceptions to this rule. Many children aro of such quality that a blow makes them cowardly, reckless, or deceitful, or permanently ngly. Whipping miikcs children lie. Whipping mukes thorn hate theii par ents. Whipping makes home un pleasant—makes tho boys run away, makes the girls soekhappiues^anywhere and anyhow. Whipping is barbarous Don’t whip. When a Western editor becomes in dignant thcro is no ond to liis sarcasm and fury. The editor of the Bt Louis Poat-Dlspatch refers to a contemporary by saying : “Sinco tho humorous editor of tho Republican took to wearing a liver pad at the back of his head lie has developed wonderfully." And a Leav- onworth (Kan.) editor, speaking of an odious rival, says : “He waa not bom to he el ubbod or shot to doath. A higher fate (about twenty feet) awaits him, and it is a consciousness of this that harrows his soul by day nnd shadows his dreams by night, till his uliild, wlmt littlo hs has, is overcome by a morbid sonsitivo- ness that sees the ghost* w his murdered viotims behind 4very> ;ner, and an olH- cer in every bush- Let hiln alone. He iB undergoing,« very day that he lives, the expiation ol his oritaes, tuuulatakably evidenced in the Arcs of hell that burn in Ms heart and flamo out in his face. Outraged law uud natnr* are gradually gutting even with him.” Train your sou up to the editorial business, and he wiU never become a defaulter. With tho exception of paste end pencils, there is littls for ths Nat ural-horn defaulter to dofaulti-—Nets York Commercial Advertiser, &
