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£ LUJAY COBRIER. rCULITHED EVERY FRIDAY. Terms, 81.50 Per Annum •J. C. ALLEN, Editor and Proprietor. MY THAXKHUVIXS. BYS. J. RUSK. f>Mr Ix>rd, while many happy heart rtlow* with Thanksgiving's joy to-night. And glad, unbroken families Are gathered round the fireside bright, While pongs of praise ascend frcra those IV h * thy full harvests stand amid; 1 thank Thee for the ripened grain •vfthiu the heavenly storehouse hid. I hank Thee Uut for long, long years, > tie shut wiiaiu it 4 pearly gate, My tarling has een aept for me, And still I stand without and wait. I thank Thee for the memory <>f every loviug word and tore Uf voice, that never failed to take A tenderer cadence for his own. I I hank Thee that the golden streets By the dear, faithful feet are pressed ; 1 thank Thee that the aching head Is pillowed on the Savior’s breast. I t hark Thee that the loving heart Has done with earth-born joy and pain! I thank Thee that no bitter teara Shall ever dim those eyes again. I thank Thee for the blow that left The spirit bruised, the household maimed ; i thank I'nee for the love that lent, I thank Thee for the love that claimed. I thank Thee that each passing year But brings me nearer to my bomv, Where with the Spirit and the Bride, He waits me with the whispered “ Come.” A TALE OF NINE SEEDS. Nine brown seeds lay wrapped in the heart of a red apple. Eight of them were large, full seeds: but one was dwarled and insignificant. “Alas!” sighed the little seed, “I’m not fit to be called a seed.” “Thou canst count thyself one!” said h large wed. “ The greatest in the earth can do no more.” " I call this a jolly world!” cried Mas ter Tom, as he loosened the small silk handkerchief under his broad collar. “ Don’t you, Posv?” he added, pulling bis cousin’s black dress. Posy’s blue eyes filled with tears. She could remem ber when her own dear papa and mamma came with the rest to spend Thanksgiv ing at grandpa’s. Now they would never come again. And brother John had written he would try to got there, but the dinner was well begun and he had not come. She thought of him, so far away. He was not her own brother; i but she knew no other. How often, after , she began to wear the little black dresses, ; he told her of the time when her lather j had found him alone in the world, cared i for by no one, and had taken him home ! and made him his son. Her mothei’s last words were: “ John will take care of you, Posy.” “Dear John,” thought Posy, “ perhaps now he is hard at work, having no turkey, no pudding, nor nuts, nor apples.” The delicate bits that grandpa had heaped upon her plate had been taken away, scarcely tasted. She knew she ought not make them all sorry when this was Thanksgiving; but when Tom, from behind his small tower of turkey and chicken-bones, pronounced this “ a jolly world ” it started the too-willing tears. “ Mamma,” said Tom, waving a drum stick at his mother, “hasn’t Cousin John got a pretty loDg nose ?” “ Pretty long,” said his mother. “There, Posy,” said he, still gesticu lating with his drumstick, “of course he will smell his jolly dinner and come for it.” Pesy laughed with tears in her eyes. “ Any way, it is mean in you to make us unhappy on Thanksgiving day. Don’t you think so, boys?” Without looking at the young gentlemen addressed, Tom my passed- his plate to his grandfather, with an “ All around again, if you please, sir.” If Posy’s tears had roused any sor row in his little heart, it vanished with the return of his well filled plate; for he declared, as he received it with greater emphasis than before, “that it was a jolly world.” The dinner was nearly over. Great gobblers, that had strutted nobly in their day, and gentle turkey matrons, that had not always meekly followed after; black hens and white, yellow chickens and gray; pies without number and puddings worthy of the day; apples, sweetmeats, nuts and raisins—all had contributed toward makiDg a merry day. A weary satisfaction seemed to rest on every youthful face except Posy’s and Tom’s. “ Mamma,” said Tom, placing one fat hand on the lower buttons of his jacket, “ I always told you that these clothes didn’t fit me.” Po3y, raising herlittle hand over the table(now stripped of its most substantial glories), said, earnestly: “ I would rather not have tasted one bit of turkey, not seen any chicken pie, nor pudding, nor anything that has gone; I would rather now take all these apples, ngs, nuts, and throw them into the pig-pen, and see my brother John 1” “He’Jl come to-morrow,” said Tommy, languidly. “ Perhaps if ne had come to day he would have made himself sick.” “Ofcourse he would!” said big Cousin Billy, who was picking out nuts for Tom my’s pretty sister, Dora. “How much better for him to get here strong and well to-morrow or next day and help ns to take care of Tommy.” Deeper grew the shadows around the old farm house. Softly the darkless covered oneobject after another from Posy’s hopeful eyes. I shall leave the curtain up, she thought, as she turned from the window, so John can see in as he comes up the hill. •‘Name mine! and name mine!” she heard the merry voices of her cousins, boys and girls, some so much older than she. Why should she alone be unhappy? As she was leaving the window a large red apple fell at her feet. “ Why didn’t you catch it?” asked Tommy. “ I didn’t see it in time,” said Posy. “ Thank you Tom; but I don’t want it.” “You must have it,” said Tommy. “ I have named it for you.” “I don’t want to play,” said Posy. “ I can’t tell you who I named,” said Tommy, mysteriously, but it is some body—a little too old for you, perhaps —but somebody vou want to see aw fully.” “ Eight they both love,” lauahed Billy. “ Who did you name it?” asked Dora. Billy whispered in her ear. “O you horrid thing!” cried Dora. “ You know I don’t like him.” “ Pon my word, I thought that you thought that he was splended,” said Billy, still grinning. • Nine he comes, in mine," said an other great boy. “ Nine she comes,” said Dora. THE ELLIJAY COURIER. VOLUME 111. “Nine he comes,” repeated Posy to herself. “ Oh! if my apple would only have nine seeds,” she said to Tommy. “ We’ll make it have nine,” said the valiant Tommy. “ But you must eat it yourself you know.” She held up the great apple. “Oh! : it will take so long! Won’t you help me?” Tommy laid one hand on his heart, to prove his willingness to save her; the 1 other tar below it, to suggest his iuabil -1 ity. “ I know it is mean to ask you,” said | Posy, touched by his gesture and expres sion, for he said nothing. “ I suppose it wouldn’t do to cut it and take out the seeds?” “ That would not be fair,” said Tom my, seriously. “I’ll try to hetwyou a little.” In spite of his modesty, he proved a great assistance and the apple soon dis appeared and they were looking for the seeds. “ One I love,” said Tommy, placing a seed in Posy’s little hand. “ Two I love,” giving her another. “ Three I love, I say. Four I love with all my heart, and—and five I cast away.” “I should feel dreadfully if there were only five,” said Posy, anxiously. “ Six he loves,” said Tommy, solemn ly. “Seven she loves, eight they both love—and that’s all!” “ O Tommy! only one more,” said Posy, beseechingly, as if her fate rested wholly with him. “Je-rusalem the Golden! Nine he comes!” cried Tommy, placing carefully in her hand the least mite of a seed. “Is it too small to count ?” asked Posy, with great concern. “ Notning is too small to count,” said Tommy, sternly. The little seed almost jumped for joy in Posy’s hand. “ Ah ! the little feller just saved us,” said Tommy, counting the nine seeds. “ You believe now he will come, don’t you, Posy ?” “I know he will come now,” said Posy; and, as if her faith had brought it, at that moment a youthful, sunburnt face pressed itself against the window and smiled kindly at the little figure in black “ There is a tramp outside, who says he has had no dinner to-day,” said grandpa, coming in and looking' straight at Posy. “It is John!” cried Posy, seeing the twinkle in his merry old eyes. “ Nine he comes!” shouted Tommy, as Cousin John came in. “ Here is what brought you, John,” said Posy, showing the nine seeds. “ I shall always keep them.” As John sat down to dinner alone, Posy said: “ O dear! if I had been sure you would come, John, I think I could have eaten more dinner.” Grandma took the htnt and put on another plate. “ I know I 6buld I” said Tommy, meekly; and on went a third plate, amid shouts and groans. Nine brown seeds lay in a paper box, on a bit of white cotton. Eight were full and large, but one was very small. —Sargent Flint. SITTIMi BULL Telia All He Knows About Ute Canter ItlttMurre. Hitting Bull has been talking with a correspondent and telling the story of the Custer massacre. He says the fight was “ hell with a thousand devils. The squaws were like flying-birds: the bullets like humming-bees. We thought we were whipped, not at first, but by and by; afterward, no. Your people were killed ; I tell no lies about dead men. These men who came with the Long-Hair were as good men as ever fought. WheD they rode up their horses were tired, and they werg tired. When they got off their horses they could not stand firmly on their feet; they swayed to and fro—so my young men have told me—like the limbs of the cypress in a great wind. Some of them staggered under the weight of their guns, but they began to fight at once ; but by this time our camps were aroused and there were plenty of warriors to meet them. They fired with needle guns, and we replied with magazine-guns —repeating rifles.” Sitting Bull illus trated, by putting his palms together with rapidity, of the fusilade. “Our young men rained lead across the river and drove the white braves back, and then they rushed across themselves, and they found that they had a good deal to do. The trouble with the "soldiers was that they were so exhausted, and their horses bothered them so much that thoy could not take good aim. Some of their horses broke away from them, and left them to stand ana drop and die. All the men fell back fighting and dropping. They could not fire fast enough, though they kept in pretty good order. They would fall hack across acoulie, and make a fresh stand beyond, on higher ground. There were a great many brave men in that fight, and from time to time, while it was going on they were shot down like pigs. They could not help themselves. One by one the officers fell. Where the last fight took place, where the last stand was made, the Long-Hair stood like a sheaf of corn with all the cars fallen off him.” “Not wounded?” “No.” “How many stood by him ? ” “A few.” “ When did he fall ? ” “ He killed a man. When he fell he laughed.’' “You mean he cried out?” “No; he laughed. He had fired his last shot.” “ From a carbine ? ” “ No; a pistol.” “ Did he stand up after he first fell ? ” “ He rose up on his hands and tried another shot, hut his pistol i would not go off.” “ Was anv one else standing up when he fell down ? ” “ ODe | man was kneeling, that was all; but he died before the Long-Hair.” Sitting Bui! says there were only squaws, old men and little children in front of General Reno, keeping him in his strong position on the bluff, and pre venting him giving aid to Custer. Reminiscence of Jackson. Speaking of General Jackson, I heard the other day an anecdote of him at the time when, as military commander in Florida, during the administration of President Monroe, he had tried at a drum-head court martial, sentenced and hung two Englishmen, who had incited, it was said, an insurrection among the Indians. President Monroe feared that Great Britian would make trouble about this; and summoned his bold brigadier to this city, where he wa- arranged at a " Error Ceases to be Dangerous When Benson is Left Free to Combat It.”—Jefferson. ELUJAY, GEORGIA, DECEMBER U. 1877. meeting of the cabinet. John Quincy Adams, then secretary of state, who had instructed Jackson to govern with a firm hand in Florida, defended him, and read a lone argument in which he quoted international law as expounded by Gro tius, Vattel and Putt'endorfT. Jackson listened in sullen silence, but that even ing, when asked at a dinner party wheth er he was not comforted by Mr. Adams’ citation of authorities, he exclaimed; “ What do I care about those old musty chaps ? Blast Grotius, blast Vattel and blast the Puffen-chap. This is a fight between Jim Monroe and me, and I pro pose to fight in out.” Old Hickory cared little abor t arguments and author ities, and he believed tl\at “ to the victors belong the spoils.— Washington Cor. oj (he Bottom Jemmml. Controllng the Waters of the Mis sissippi by Outlets. The immense value of the alluvial lands of the Mississippi, and the inability of the states in which they lie to protect them from overflow, will probably cause congress to take some action upon this subject at an early day. These lands are wonderfully fertile and of great extent, and when once made secure, their taxable value and productiveness will be im mensely increased. Two plans for the reclamation of these lands are now defined before the coun try. One is known as that of the United States engineers. This plan is explained in the report of a commission authorized by congress in 1874, of which Gen. G. K. Warren was president and Gen. Abbott a member. The report is unanimous, and is further strengthened by the full endorsement of Gen. A. A. Humphreys, chief of engineers of the army. Capt. Eads’ plan is the very opposite of the United States engineers, and is based on theories so directly contrary to theirs, that one or the other party must be greatly in error. The plan of the commission may be said to rest upon the correctness of what is known as the “ Outlet system,” which is explained in its report in the following words: “ The plan consists in abstract ing from the river and conducting by separate channels to the gulf such a volume of the flood discharge as shall be sufficient to bring down the flood level to a height easily under control by levees.” The commission does not, however, pro pose to make any new outlets but says They are correct in theory, but no ad vantageous sites for their construction exist.” It accordingly recommends the keeping open of all existing outlets, and especially Bayou Atchafalaya, which now not only discharges nearly all the waters of Red river, but a large portion of the flood waters of the Mississippi. The commission recommends repairing the defective levees ;-the closure of the cre vasses, and the completion of the entire levee system from (Jape Girardeau, Mo., to the lower epd of the river, and the extension of the levees up the mouths of the tributaries and down the bayous far enough to guard against backwater. The commission assumes that the re tention of all the flood waters between the levees when the crevasses are closed, will increase the height of the water, and thus require the levees to be built much higher and stronger than the pres ent ones. It says: “11 we guard against the crevasses by raising and strengthen ing our levees, an elevation of the high water mark, exactly proportioned to the increased volume, will be sure to occur. To contain a quart of water, a vessel must have exactly the requisite number of cubic inches, and a like principle ap plies with equal force to water in motion.” To meet this increased eleva tion of the high water mark, it declares that it will be necessary to build up the entire system from three to eleven feet higher than the great flood of 1858. Seven hundred miles of the levees must be from ten to eleven feet nigher than that flood. The cost of t is entire sys tem of work is estimated by the commis sion at $46,000,600. The 5,000 Lakes or Minnesota. I have caused the meandered lakes in all the township plata to be counted, and there are in the actually surveyed por tions of the state just 4,999 meandered lakes. Calling them 5,000 in number, and, from reliable data in this office, we find that these lakes average 300 acres each; this gives us an equivalent on 1,500,000 acres of water in the surveyed portions of the state. Now, computing the lakes in the unsurveyed portions of the state from reliable data in possession of this office, we find that there are 2,000 more lakes, which wake 7,000 in all. The number of lakes to a town is much greater in the nnsurveyed portions of the state than in that already surveyed. They are found also to average greater areas. We find we are compelled to esti mate the 2,000 lakes in the unsurveved portion at GOO acres each, which gives us an additional water area of 1,200,000 acres, making a total of water area on the surveyed lands of 2,700,000 acres of water within the limits of the state. This does not embrace the vast water areas included within the projected boundary lines o i the state in Lake Su perior and Lake of the Woods, and along the great water stretches of the interna tional line— Gen. James H. Baker. He Wrote It Down. The proprietor of an office on Gris wold street was yesterday approached by an embarrassed and annoyed citizen, who asked: “ It isn’t in your line, I know, but can you tell me who discovered America?” “ Why, Christopher Columbus, of course,” was the answer. “ That’s the chap ; that’s the identical man,” continued the other. “ I’ve been trying for more than four houis to re member the name, but I couldn’t fetch it. I could get Christopher Cooper, and Christopher Cumback, and Christopher Collins, but I couldn’t think of Christo pher Columbus. I’ll write it down on the spot. Over on Lamed street this morning I got into a political discussion with an insurance man, and he wrenched me all to pieces just because I couldn’t think of Christopher Columbus’ name when I wanted to. Do you spell it Co’ or ‘ Ko ?’ ” —Detroit Free Press. Note pinned to a deserted Pittsburgh baby: “Treat me well, for I have no father or mother, Boil the milk well befone giving it to the boy.” RELIGIOUS READING. The Rumple. Hippy slang llfl's wemry ways thickest with uncongenial task*, Some OTerveighled toller stays Hu hind from labor, while bp sake: Wherefore shall I these burtons bear That others ought, at least, to share? “ 1. since the day'Anarch was but n. Hare spent my strength nor turned aside From any service to be done, *t Her trudged my pleasures sell-denied ; Yea, I hare eeen counted gala, For the world's sake, my loss itf pain. “ But now my soul Is ru'd: fcwwby Should duty law for these Who with arerted looks rasa byX Or ait with loldcd hands at Why should I suffer more than Bjy The h<at and burden of the ,di|H How many a spirit fretted With tha world'a Has turned eunta que-Hona o'fl£aiS! awiy ‘ Still haunted with thercsthSl tense Of doubt, and wondering distrust ; Would those things bo if Uod’wcre juat? Ah, mo! the waya of God with men No mao that lives cat find them out; Who grasps at things beyond His keu, Is tossed oil shoreless seas a Lett,, Yet, in the thickest of the aight For eyes that see there shall hr light. What tlmewenurao ottr discontent Rather, instead, should we recall. How once in servants' guise He went Who was the Master of us all -, Nor any work whereby was waausht The Farther’a will, too irksome thought. Need any bo dirqtneted Whose hearts this memory inclose?— Who follows where ti e Lord haa led, What matter la It where ho goes ? For working with Him. Ride by side, The meanest life is glorified. —Marti B. Bradley. The Root of Riches. U nused instruments grow rusty. And rusting is chemically a slow but sure form of burning. It eats in deeper and deeper until the instrument is damaged or the metal consumed. Riches are an implement; they are the means of applying and ati'lizing power. Rightly used, they are Westings. Mis used, they are deadly instruments of destruction. Unused, they are rusting tools, doing good to none, and testifying against the indolence, or incapacity, or selfish churlishness or miser’iness of the owner. A little wealth, rightly used, is more of a blessing to humanity than vast riches unused. A single homelv plow, kept bright by making many furrows, is better than a great steam gang-plow rusting in idleness. A “ nimble six pence.” kept shining by constant circu lation, is better than the “ slow shilling” that gathers black rust in the miser’s strong box. But there is this strange peculiarity about the rust of riches: It not only frets and blackens the gold and silver with stealthy corrosion or slow dimming before the unsatisfied eyes of the selfish holders, but the slow-burning rust has, figuratively, a inyster/'its power of transferrusß itee*;', to tlicf*. "w'Lt-.are„cil 1-, pably responsible for Its gythermg there; and it shall also be a sharp accusing wit ness against their distrust of Goa and their cold unlovingness toward man. St. James says. “ Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall l>e a witness against you, and shall eat your fieshias if 4 were fire.” Strange words, too little thought upon, but full of deep and terrible significance. Hands that might have been beautiful and clean through timely gifts, wise pro duction and bountiful expenditure,"are now blackened and foul with the tor menting, slow-eating rust of the riches they loved too well. An eternity of re morseful wringing of those hands will not remove the fast-cleaving canker, but only serve to set it deeper in. And the slow-devouring heat of the rust of riches no tears can quench. Therefore it were well to give earnest, timely heed to the inspired injunction : “ Charge them that are rich in this world that they be not high-minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, hut in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy ; that they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; laying up for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.”— Western CiristiandAvocate. Mrs Willard and the Temperance Movement. At a recent meeting in Chicago, of the woman’s social science association, Miss Frances E. Willard made the fol lowing explanations ri ferenc3 to certain statements published m certain papers : “ And just here let ne aay (for my position on this subject bas been griev ously misunderstood! tlat I think we mistake God's proviaeme whenever we undertake to limit the Women’s tem perance movement by any denomina tional lines whatever. The crusade, out of which our work hasgiown, insisted on no shibboleth. It welcomed to its ranks any person of reputable life who chose to come into a work whose basis was prayer, the Bible and'the temperance pledge. While lam not here to make any specific allusion, inifie way of denial, to any statements that may have ap peared, I am here to affirm that, were all the circumstances known, out of which these statement grew, I should be abundantly from accusa tions of intolerance, sectarianism and bigotry; most assured 1 / from the charge of injustice toward my noble and gifted friend, Mary A. Livermore, president of the Woman’s temperaace union of Massa chusetts.” Chrlalian Auhmd It is a good thing far society that the popular conception of manhood is so nigh ; that the" very Words “ manhood ” and “ manliness ” Biggest to the aver age mind an elevatioi of sentiment and principle, a degree f generosity, cour age aud fidelity which renders a man incapable Of anything low and mean and dishonorable. But the thought for present c-mpeasb is that there is a still higher manhood, which not only in volves all that is good in the popular con ception, but all tha: is contained in the Scripture ideal of human excellence. That idea is desigmted by Christian manhood, implying that by imitating him the idea may be attained and real ized in our own characters. Hence it is said that Christ has left “ us an example that we should foljew in his footsteps.” Henc?, also,the commands, “ Follow me,” and “ Let this mind le in you which was also in Christ Jesus.” The true and only adequate standard of manhood is likeness to Christ, the model man of the race. The best and highest style of man is he who is the beet Christian, whose character is most nearly fashioned altar that of Christ. Any con ception of manhood that does not include this is defective. Even the popular and excellent proverb. “ An honest man is the noblest work of God,” cann-t be true unless the word “ honest ’’ is made to in clude all that is implied in the word “Christian.” To be strictly and uni versally true, it should be, ‘ A Christian is the noblest work of God.” —The Meth odist. A TALE OF TO-DAY. BY IjITPPLE YARROW. 11 wav night. It might have been summer time, or early caudle-light, bad it not been in a romance. It was also a drug store, and a clerk. He was known as I’aul Plump. Which j was his name. It was not P. H. Plump. Heroes I never have initials. The scene of this story is laid out in November—well on into the center of it. So Paul went to the door, and looked out upon the bleak November sky. Which is to say, he would have looked u[k> i it, had it not been too dark. He looked up that way anyhow. Then he drew a long breath. He also drew out a lengthy sigh, and exclaimed: “ Pll do it I” If you could have heard the voice in which those words were uttered, you would not have required him to intro duce further evidence that he would do it. He went back into the store, and locked the doors and windows. Then he deliberately took down from the shelf a bottle filled with a certain dark liquid. _- After which he climbed the stairs to his little bedroom He went and lit him a light, and B.ood before the mirror, and looked wistfully upon the image which it reflected. His features were very pallid, but they were resolutely and firmly set, especially the bottom part of them. The light of a fixed purpose burned steadily in bis eyee (blue). He said once mere: “Pll do it!” Then, wiih steady hand, he raised the bottle of dark liquid. He emptied a )tor tion of its contents into his hands, rubbed them together, and applied the palms thereof to the capillary covering of his head (hair). After which he did various other tilings, and exclaimed once more : “ Pll do it! ” * # • * # * * it was also night. The same one. [This is an inside.] Two parties, male and female, were sitting on ono sofo. This sofa was designed for that number of parties; but to-night there are, acci dentally, on one end of it, nine volumes of patent-office reports. Consequently the reports are somewhat crowded for sitting-room. The occupants of the other end of the sofa are Paul Plump and Miss Mora Mc- Minnywink, Paul is saying: “ Mias Mora, pardon mv boldness, but I must speak. Jxrng ago you must have guessed the great feelings which—which I feel for yon. Oh ! can not you return them—some of them, at least ? I—l love you—l do 1 ” “ Paul,” she answers softly, but firmly, “ Paul, you must not talk so ! Forget it, I pray you ! We are both poor, and have no fine house, nor pretty furniture, nor sweet carriages, nor good things to eat, and—and—all that. Forgive me, Paul, but 1 must have all those when I marry; and you can not furnish them.” “ Yes, I forgive you ! Fact was, I I was under a false impression. I— ev— thought you could supply all them ’ere things!" Ideals. Every man ha* his ideal of some sort; some goal toward which he is pressing. There is a farther shore of human desire and effort. To some it lies among the pleasures or riches of the world ; to others in the direction of mere worldly wisdom; to still others it may ba that just visible line of perfect being, where the soul in the exercise of all its powers shall give praise in its every moment. This impulse, which lies hurried in human nature, does not always result in pro gress, either for the individual or for society, owing to the perverted judg ments and depraved tastes by which it is often iniscredited. We are all filled with a restless energy which is pressing us forward toward something beyond. Well it will be for us if that something be true; lofty, spiritual. If any man is satisfied with present attainment, with what he is or what he has accomplished, he is blind to his own defects, and has lost the ambition of life. Kip* fruit is garnered, or falls to the ground and perishes. This is the law of nature. The shock of corn that is matured, God garners. Continued life gives room for continued advance and service.— l’rtt. Jiobbme. Putting Children to Bed. Not with a report for any of that day’s sins of ommission or commission. any other time but bedtime for that. If you ever heard a little creature sighing and sobbing in its sleep you should never do this. Seal their closing eyelids with a kiss and a blessing. The time will come all too soon when they will lay their heads upon their pillows lacking both. Let them then at least have this sweet memory of a happy childhood, ot which no future sorrow or trouble can rob them. Give them their rosy youth. Nor n*d this involve wild license.' The judicious parent will not so mistake my meaning. If you have ever met the man or woman whose eyes have suddenly filled when a little child has crept trust ingly to its mother's breas', you may have seen one in whose childhood’s home, Dignity and [Severity stood where Love and Pity should have been. Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of chil dren ; too much love, not one. At the recent baby show in Boston the nearest approach t<> the line between babyhood and nothingness was exempli fied in an in.'ant which weighed only a pound and a half. This infantile prodigy was exhibited by a Acton mother, and when it squalls she has to spank it with a tack hammer. NUMBER 2. CONDENSED NOVEL: OCR TWINS. Alller Ikr Frrmrmt Horrerj AM) le of LI eralare. CHAPTER I. The first cries of the twins—W-a a-s! Wa-a-a-a! Wa-a a-a! CHAPTER 11. Topey to his maiden aunt Molluskia— Aunty, what for oo never dot married 1 Mollusk—Little boys must be seen but not heard ? ( Aside) Brat I Wopsy—Aunty, wot for oo never dot married ? Mollusk—Shut up! (Aside) Another brat! CHAPTER 111. l’opey—Mother, may I go out ? j Maternal—Yes, dear. CHAPTER IV. The children were all now assembled in a group around the organ-grinder. The orgain-grinder ground. The monkey in its red coat and tail was Popsy’s es pecial delight. But little Wopsy’s more sensitive and delicate nature teemed more powe.lully impessed by the music. The ergan grinder’s organ, owing to some temporary defect of the internal mechanism, was then turning out “ Home Sweet Home ” mingled with “ The Last Rose of Summer.” Little Wopsy stole tenderly to her father’a side, and, im printing on his cheek a darker shade, caught from the stick of lioorice she had been sucking, asked : “ Papa, do dey have so much music as dat in heaven ?’’ “ I hope not, my dear,” said he. Then turning aside to conceal his emotion he rushed from the house and wept. CHAPTER v. Pillbiter was hastily summoned to lit tle Wopsy’s bedside. As he stood anx iously watching the flushed cheeks of the little' darling the door creaked dismally on its binges, a heavy step was heard, and the form of the maiden aunt commenced worming its way through the outer passages into the room, She started on seeing Pillbiter. Pillbiter started also Both started. “ Pillbiter,” said the M. A., “you have wronged me; wronged me cruelly! You might have married me once. You could as well have mar ried me as any other woman.” “Too true, too true,” he groaned. “Give the child ext. tinct. myrre two gr., nux vomica three dr. Oh ! Mollus kia! Molluakia! Every word you say pierces my soul like the gripe of cholera infantum! There’s nothing the matter with the brat but green apples; but say. may not the past be atoned for ? May I not say to you now, my Molluskia, those too long neglected words ? May we not be happy yet ? ” “ We might Pillbiter, we miuht," said the M. A. “ Molluskia, excuse me for one moment whilo I go for my pills.” “I wUI.” -O*. Joseph BUlbiter rushed from the house and took the next train for New York. He was never seen again in Morbusviile. Above the clatter and clang of the flying cars, as they thundered down the valley of the Ipecac, ros* the voice of Pillbiter, exclaiming: “ Not any of that maiden aunt for Joseph Pill biter!”—A. Y. Graphic. Opium Inebriety. At the eighth annual meeting, which was lately held in Chicago, of the American association for the cure of inebriates, an interesting paper by Dr. J. B. Mattcson of Brooklyn,* was read on “ The Responsibility of the Produc tion of Opium Inebriety.” The writer sets forth that within the last two or three decades, the consumption of opium has increased far in advance of its direct curative need. The preponderance of testimony was that its use was eften entered upon unconsciously, and con tinued until it became aphysica] necessity The writer held that of the cases ot inebriety in this country may be traced te opiate prescriptions, which physicians are too ready to prescribe for the relief of pain or sleep lessness. This ought to be avoided, especially with patients of a nervous temperament. Another physician con sidered that the origin of the habit was often more accidental than otherwise. Dr. Widney said that during the war, when opium was very scarce, he had known persons who had been in the habit of using it who turned their attention to alcohol as a substitute. He said that in one case a woman who had been in the habit ot taking as high as twenty grains of morphine a day, drank a’ great quantity of whisky without becoming intoxicated. Persons could use alcohol for a longer time than they could opium without becoming dependent upon it. The president of the association. Dr. T. Mason, of Brooklyn, N. Y., said the im portations of opium were largely in creasing, and he held the druggist most culpable. The Silver Dollar. As the remonetization of the silver dol lar in some form is attracting so large a share of public attention, it will be of interest to know just what the silver coinage of tne country has been and now is. The first silver dollar under the law of 1792 weighed 416 grains 892 4-10 fine, and parts in same proportion. Weight of SIOOO, 8663 ounces. In January, 1887, the law was so changed that the silver dollar weighed 4121 grains 900 fine, and parts in same proportion. Weight ol SIOOO, 850jj ounces. This is the dollar that was drop ped from our coinage m 1868, because it had practically been out of circulation for twenty years or more and is the dol lar which it is now proposed to adopt, both as to weight and fineness In March, 1853. a law was passed which did not touch the silver dollar iteelf, but reduced the weight of the half dollar and smaller silver to proportionate parts of 384 grains 900 fine to the dollar; SIOOO of these coins weighed 800 ounces. The law of February 12, 1873, estab lished the weight of the halfdollar, quarter, dimes and half-dimea at 385.8 grains 900 fine; SIOOO of these coins weigh-808J ounces. These are the coins now issued, and are in general circula tion. They are a legal tender to the amount of $5 in any one payment. The trade dollar was authorized in 1878, to weigh 420 grains 900 fine, and this is a legal tender to the amount of $5 only in one payment; SIOOO of these coins weigh 875 ounces. ritll AMI PANTIES. Am* Trt. Too would IKS think hr chenks wan MowaiM No IIM ot twirls ksr bmminz .mil*diarlnM; No clfltntp perfumes iround h. r hover ; And jnt 1 lore her I She rirsls not the sun in dsuliat hrifhrnsas: She steps not like the fiwa withJslrjr IWUitaetn; Her eyes resemble hot the stars shore her: And ret I lore her' No wiring trsssw IsU in rich profusion ; No classic torui, half bidden by illusion— No brlUlaot Itney coaid 1 o'er dimmer; Asa yet I lore her! Tor she Is truly sensible and good ; And all the charms that tasks true w aaabood Unite In her; and she lores toe moreover: And so I loro her I Besides that, she’s my taarrer, [-.Peei, il’m. Cullen Unahßmt. '• w hy,” asked Pat, one dar, “ why was Balaam a first-class astronomer r’ The other man gave it op, of course. “ Hhure. ” said Pat, “ ’twaa because be had no trouble in finding u w to roid. ” A young lady, in conversing with • gentleman, spoke of having resided in St. Louis. “ Was St. Louis your native place?” asked the gentleman. “Well, yea, part of the time,” responded thn lady. Will the capitalists and manufactur | era listen to the demand that is rising up in one long, irrepressible wail all over ! free America, for a cheap grade of Christ mas presents, adapted to the wants of young men on salaries.— Hawkey c. The paragrapbero’ association is greater than the telegraph, greater than the tele phone. Through its delicate, intricate process a paragrapher can sit in his room in New York ana scratch the back of s paragraher in New Orleans.— Courier- Journal. “ I was born in Bath,” said a dirty looking customer, as l)e harangued a ; crowd at a political meeting, “ ana I love my native place, “ You don’t look aa if you had ever been there since,” said one ot bis hearers, aa be proceeded to laud an opposition candidate. For a congress that was convened expressly to consider appropriations for the army, the present one isn’t, strictly speaking, a success. It reminds us of the Georgia camp-meeting where the mem bers assembled to glorify God, and then went to picking huckleberries. Wife: “Well. Jones, judging from your breath, I can’t really tell whether you have been drinking whisky, or whether you have been swimming in it.” Husband (reproachfully): “Hannah, don’t you—hie— love me enough to gimme—hie—the benefit of the doubt V’ General Bherman’h official salary, it is stated, amounts to about SIB,OOO a year, inclusive of the usual commutation for supplies. He lives at present at the Ebbitt house, in Washington. He is said to enjoy Washington gayeties greatly, and we feel aggrieved when ! there is not —to use his own words— “ some sort of a fandango every evening.’ —Ntw York Tribune. Literary young man at a party; I “ Miss Jones have you seen Crabbe’a ] Tales TANARUS” Young lady, scornfully, “ I I was not aware that crabi had tails. ” Liteiary young man, covered with con fusion : “ I beg your pardon, ma’am ; I should have said, read Grabbe’s Tales ?” Young lady, angrily-scornful: “ And I was not aware that red crabs had tails either.’ Exit young man. Two friends, just married, were dis cussing rapturously, as they congratula ted each other, the merits and charms of their sprtnsfs. One said: “My wife has got the loveliest head of hair f eve; saw, even on the hair renovator labels. When she lets her hair down the ends fall to the floor.” “ That’s nothing,” I replied the other; “when my wife lets i her hair down it ail falls to the floor.” The trade-mark treaty between the United States and Great Britain providee that the subjects of citizens of each country have the same rights as the sub jects or citizens of the other, or ss are now or may hereafter be granted to the subjects or citizens of the most favorable nation, in everything relating to the trade-marks and trade-labels upon fulfill ing the formalities required by the laws of their respective countries. Some years after the discovery of gold in Australia a mint was established, and much of the raw gold, instead of being sent to Great Britaio, was coined into sovereigns in the new colonv. The peo ple there for a long time looked upon these locally-coined sovereigns with dis trust and disfavor, they clamored for the English sovereign, and were ready to pay a premium for it. And yet all the while it was an absolute fact that the Aus tralian sovereign contained more gold, and of a higher , standard, than did the English. A kind-hearted elephant, while walk ing through the jungle where the spiev breezes blow soft o’er Ceylon’s Isle, heed lessly set foot upon a partridge, which she crushed to death within a tew inches of the nest containing its callow breed. “ Poor little things !” said the generous mammoth. “ I have been a mother my self, and my affection shall atone for the fatal consequences of my neglect.” So saying, she'sat down upon the orphaned birds. Moral.—The above teaches us what borne is without a mother; also that it is not every person who should be entrusted with the care of an orphan asylum.—A. Y. World. A Mexican Funeral. Frank C. Van Tassell, formerly secre tary of Ringgold hoee company, this city, is now in Mexico, at work in the Dolores silver mine, Vallacillo, nt fur from Hie Texan frontier. Mr. Henry McCann, foreman of Ringgold house, has receiver! a letter from Frank, in which the latu r says: “There was a boy killed here Wt Tuesday morning, by falling down the mine shaft, and I attended his funeral Tuesday night. I will try and give you ; a description of a Mexican funeral. They always have their funerals at night. After we arrived at the house a Mexican gave each one of us Americans a wx candle, about eighteen inches long, with a spravot artificial flowerstwined around it. Then we went in and looked at the corpse. They had him laid out on a table. There was a crown on his head, covered with gilt paper, and sandals „n his feet, covered with the same. He was wrapped in a long robe, of a yellow color, trimmed with b.ue. He was not put in a coffin until they arrived at the grave yard, but wss carried through the streets, just as he was when ljine on the table. As the funeral procession "moved along, guns and pistols and a kind of candle, very much like the Reman candle, were fired off. It seemed to me more like one of oar fitemanic receptions than like a funeral. After we arrived at the grave yard, and the body was put in the coffiu and lowered in the grave, every one made a rush for a handful of dirt and threw it on the coffin. Those who had founds buried there took what was left of H eir candles and stood them upon their graves. That finished the funeral. There was no religious ceremony, as the priest was awuy.” —Newbury Journal.