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LOVBD AT LAST.
And an he lovee me, though they enld .
No lover e’er would couie lor me,
That I should ne’er be wooed or wed
Or nurco a child upon my knee;
The 7 were so sure that I would miss
The woman*B heritage of bliss.
And I, too, in the sad gray
When through low clouds no sunlight shone
And when the slow September showers
Seemed nature’s tears for summer gone
I murmured with a long sad sigh,
“My summer also has gone by, *
But now I know that wbat to me
Seemed autumn rains w. re showers of spring;
Summer has come, and now i see,
Love’s sunlight brighten everything;
He says he love’s me, awd to-day
My year rolls back to early May,
How did t come ? I ask of him ;
He says my face is sweet and fair ;
And yet to me theseeres seem dim.
And on this brow are lines of care;
And now theseeyesHhal! yet be bright,
And once again this brow grow light.
He loves me! loves me! I repeat.
The Meat assurance every hpui;
And nw the wiue of life is sweet
That yesterday was sharp and sour;
Now I can drink, with spirit hold,
Love's nectar from a cup of gold.
I look through long slow-coming years,
Made by his love all bright and fair;
I look around throug i hippy tears,
And see his image everywhere;
Jn his great love I breathe and live;
If it be sm, dear God, forgive.
It cannot be. Since I have known
His love, God's love seems dearer too;
He has come near to me, and shown
What for the humblest he can do.
Life’s fateful fingers intertwine
The human love with the divine.
Oh, love, love, love! Oh, blessed word,
That never did I unierstand
Till in my ear his voice I heard,
And felt the presence of his hand;
No more I walk with eyes cast down;
I am his queen, love is my crown
All the Year Round.
WENDIILL PHILLIP’S LECTURE.
What He Meld of Daniel O'Connell-A
flood Nlnrv Well Told.
A large and representative audience
gathered at Pike’s operahouse, Cincin
nati, last week, to hear from, the lips of
one of America’s finest orators, the tale
of a remarkable man who lived in event
ful times, and whose name, above all
others, stands out in bold relief in the
annals of Irish history.
Mr. Phillips began by saying that he
should endeavor to describe the career of
Daniel O’Connell, one of the most elo
quent orators, one of the most devoted
patriots, and the most successful states
man that the Irish race ever produced.
It is proper that his praises should be
spoken in this country. America owes
more to him than to any other statesman
of the last generation, fcr it was he who
taught Americans as well, as others, the
way to attain liberty and progress under
a constitution, and not in defiance to it.
He was a great statesman, because he
had to plant the vary seeds ef liberty,
and watch over the germ from the very
beginning of its growth. Perhaps he was
not such a statesman as those who have
wielded the military power of nations.
If Luther, who invented the tools with
which he labored, who struggled
single-handed against a world, and
conquered, was _ a statesman,
then O’Connell deserves the
fame. The claim on his behalf, in its
broadest signification is that when Irish
men despaired for the country, when
England was balked in every attempt to
handle the problem, when Pitt and Fox
acknowledged themselves puzzled, and
the ablest intellect of the age had given
up all hope of a solution, and were pre
pared to submit to the result come in
what shape it might, then he came for
ward and pointed out the only way to
master the difficulty. He gave "fifty
years to the work of gaining citizenship
for Ireland. If we consider the circum
stances, vie shall see the magnitude of
the labor which he took upon himself.
Here was an island, inhabited by a race
of dispirited and broken down by repeated
bloody unsuccessful rebellions. They
were a people full of quarrel. Poverty
stricken and ignorant, they were below
the very basis of modern systems of re
form. The masses could not read, and
therefore the press, the engine of reform
in these days, could not be applied to
them. They were too ignorant of their
rights to know how to maintain them,
and too well assured of their wrongs to
endure them tamely. Dean Swift, who
twice balked England in her attempted
oppression ; Gratten, Curren, Emmet and
Burke—Burke, who was greater than
Cicero in the senate, and almost equal to
Plato in the assembly—all these had
gained point after point, here one and
there another, but they gained no guar
anty. A point gained was not assured.
There was no time when statesmen would
not have hailed with delight the pros
pect of a peace secured by the stongest
guaranty. Pitt and Fox were eager
to bring about a settlement. They
knew well that more than once a
word from Grattan would * have
broken the chain which bound the
two countries together. It does not take
a very penetrating eye, even now, to
discover why Bismarck can insult Eng
land with impunity. In the Danish
war, and in the Franco-Prussian war, he
slapped her in the face until the world
wondered at it. But he knew, and her
statesmen knew, that to the west of her
was anchored a frigate whose guns would
be turned upon her in the event of a
foreign war. None are more fully con
scious of the desire of the six or eight
million inhabitants of Ireland than
English statesmen. They have Dot been
quiet on the question. It was O’Connell
who first discovered a method for lifting
the question to a place amohg the safe
forces of the empire. All those leaders
who had preceded him were sagacious,
eloquent and successful, but thev could
not rivet what they had gaine'd. He
discovered the key. and placed it in the
possession of Ireland. He taught her
how to obtain her rights without blood
shed. It was he who instructed the
peasantry to act within the laws, and yet
obtain privileges which their oppressors
had denied to them. When we have
spoken of his eloquence, his ingenuity,
his serenity, his unfailing good nature,
and hia truly catholic welcome to every
struggling cause, we have not reached
the climax of his character. His highest
renown is as the sober, far-sighted, acute
statesman. He found the people of
Ireland a mass of quarreling, sects, whom
the continent pitied and England de
spised. He made his country a monarch,
thrust Peel out of the cabinet, fought
with the Iron “Duke, and was successful.
He held the fortune of men in bis
grasp, and could promote them according
to merit. Thus, it is not mere elo
quence or wit, nor power of combination
th.it c.nrk his name, but the evidence
that his was a master mind, able to con
trol all those with which it came in con-
THE ELU.J AY COURIER.
VOLUME 111.
tact. As an agitator he deserves grati
tude for his constitutional method. We
have learned to dislike the words agitator
and agitation. Before we condemn them
we should study the word. Agitation is
an old word with anew meaning; in
fact, it indicates the great, necessary, in
evitable method for advancement. Sir
Robert Peel said it was the marshaling
of the conscience of the nation for
changing the laws. It may be said that
in a nation where suffrage is universal
there is no need of agitation. But the
fact is, the freerthe government the more
necessary does agitation become. Sup
pose that this was now the time of your
political contest, which ended some
months since, and suppose that you, as a
people, had been aroused by what the
French call a “ burning question,” can
you not aee how it would have searched
your society to the very bottom? As it
was with the question f the abolition
of slavery, so it is with every such ques
tion—the time comes when every mau
must vote or fight on the side that his
principles dictate. He cannot evade the
duty; he does not wish to evade it.
Now, passing by the pulpit, there are two
educators which are relied on to train the
masses, and these are the party and the
press. Now, how far can the party go ?
Suppose, in your late canvass, that I had
been your speaker in caucus, and sup
pose that you were overwhelmed by
the magnitude of some great ques
tion which you must grapple
with and bring to some solu
tion. You would come to me to learn
how to vote so as to reach this question.
But it is plain that before the caucus or
the political meeting I should not be
permitted to say all I know or all you
think. I must stop at a line fixed lor
me beforehand. Mv usefulness as a
political orator would be gauged by my
success in saying just so much as would
be profitable to the party, and not a
word more. 1 must hit you carefully
between the wind and water of your
ignorance and prejudices. It is not
meant to condemn parties, but to define
the limit beyond which they cannot pass.
The press is one of the grandest Hbments
of progress, but it has its limitations.
The editor might as well shoot his sub
scribers as treat them to the luxury of
new ideas. He follows reform, but he
does not inaugurate it. He does not
make the wave, he only rides upon it.
For example, I wrote a letter once, and
carried it to the editor of a liberal news
paper in Boston. The editor took the
manuscript and read it, and when he
came to the last sentence he said: “ I
wish you would erase the last sentence
and I answered, “ No, that is the cracker
of the whip. The whole letter was writ
ten for the sake of that sentence.” He
said it was all true, every word of it,
but this was not the time to make it
public. He had promised to priut the
letter, and he could not break his faith,
but the next morning, when the letter
came out, there was also a paragraph in
another column, which expressed regret
for the unfounded statement which Mr.
Phillips had seen fit to make. The
editor kept his promise by printing tbe
letter, and preserved his reputation by
printipg the paragraph. Bricks can
not be made without straw. The party
and the press are grand elements,
but there must be an element
which moves regardless of everything
but the truth. O’Connell realized the
length, the breadth, and the supreme
power of agitation. He began with a
fixed political creed. The first and most
important maxim of his life was that no
political change was worth one drop o!
human blood. This is a principle which
it is difficult for some nations to recog
nize. The Frenchman builds his barricade,
loads his gun to the very lips, and man
ages to raise his country a handbreadth.
It falls back half the distance when the
fight is over. The Englishman prints
and argues and votes, and when the
change comes, it comes to stay. Another
of O’Connell’s principles was that nothing
is politically right that is morally wrong.
Parties go by general averages. When
O’Connell left his party he resolved tohave
no compromise. Tne nobles of Ms coun
try repelled him. The priests even dis
couraged him. They said it was cruel
to think of attempting anything in a
cause that was hopeless. O’Connell
replied to these doubters that of the three
million heads in Ireland he would weld
a thunderbeldt to destroy the throne.
Bacon might say to the engine and tele
graph, “ You are mine, because I taught
mao to invent.” So O’Connell, when
ever a single shackle drops fron> Irish
limbs, can say, “ That is mv work.”
Speaking of the English code, Mr.
Phillips said: You cannot suppose that
the Irish, with blood like quicksilver,
would be quiet under such oppression.
Mr. Froude said that he was astonished
to find that the history of the country
was a record of perpetual rebellionr Of
course t was. The people of Ireland
dashed themselves against the power of
England as sea-birds against the granite
cliffs of our own coast. It was only
once that there seemed any prospect
of success for them. Defeat was
followed by the most revolting cruelties.
It was at this, the darkest moment,
that O’Connell, a vonng lawyer,
stepped forward. He was met by the
coldness of the nobles and the fears
of the priests. He was prevented from
any attempt to organize by the act of
convention which forbade organization,
and forbade any political committee in
one place to recognize the existence of
any other committee. Falling back on
the masses he resolved to mould them to
his purpose. He found that to become a
leader an Irishman must be able to boast
of his family. This O’Connell could not
do. Then he mast be a fighter, either &
soldier or n duelist. W ith a predilection
for the'priesthood, his principles were
against the practice of dueling. He was
forced to fight one, and his opponent was
killed. Then he registered a vow that
whaterver his provocation he would never
appeal to the pistol. The Irishman who
would lead must also he a lawyer, and
O’Connell proved himself a most acute
lawyer. He could say to his followers,
Step where I have stepped and you
need not fear the sheriff. ” Through the
fifty years of his life, though every
means was tried to entrap him, he proved
j too many for his opponents. Again the
leader must be eloquent. We have a
i picture of the power of the man in the
patience with which be sowed the seed
! throughout the land, and in the influence
which he attained over the manual
| When the time was ripe for the change
• “ Error Cefues to be Dangerous When Reason is Left Free to Combat It.”—Jefferson.
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA, JANUARY 4, 1878.
he said to his supporters, “ Vote one
name as your landlord directs, but for
the other candidate choose a Pro’estant
who will do you justice.” They obeyed
him, and thirty thousand men who had
lost their homes by their devotion to the
canee appeared. The Irish saw that he
was an honest man. But he had also a
magnificent presence, grace of action, a
voice that could be attuned to any
emotion, and his eloquence was as effort
less as nature’s creation of the violets.
'The oration concluded with narratives
which illustrated the wit, the honesty,
or the patriotism of the great Irishman.
Our Digestions.
When proper, natural, simple food is
taken into the healthy stomach, no more
is felt of it. If it be ot the nature of
soup or beef tea, it is absorbed, aa it
were, by the coats and veins of the
stomach. If it be meat, it is by the
movements of the stomach carried round
and round its cavity, and mixed up with
the gatric juice, which the
stomach whenever food is pwt into it.
This gastric juice is a clear, colorless, acid
fluid, which flows freely into the stomach,
as we have said,whenever food is takeu
into it. The free acid present in the
fastric juice (or the deg) is lactic acid.
he gastric juice has very slight tendency
to putrefaction, and may be kept for an
indefinite length of time in a common
glass bottle without developing any
putrescent odor. The peculiar property
of this fluid is that it dissolves meat,
boiled white of egg, and such like sub
stances. It does so even oißside of the
body, but it does so best insrae the body,
assisted by the high fomperature of the
stomach and by its peculiar movements.
Gastric juice does net dissolve all kinds
of food; it does not dissolve fat, nor
starch, nor oil. Its proper duty is to
dissolve meat, gluten (the most nutritious
part of bread), caseine (the most nutri
tious part of milk), albumen (white oi
egg), etc.
It is supposed that about fourteen
pounds of gastric juice are poured daily
into the stomach. Of course it is not
secreted all at once; the stomach would
not hold so much. What happens is
this: when animal or albuminous food is
taken, gastric juice flows out into the
stomach and dissolves a portion of food.
Having dissolved the food, it is absorbed
. —sucked up, as it were—at once into the
blood, with the food it has dissolved;
then another portion is poured out to
dissolve more of ths food and to be ab
sorbed ; and so on, until all that kind of
food which it dissolves is taken up from
the stomach into the system. This will
be the work of some hours. That portion
of food which the gastric juice is not able
to dissolve—such as fat, starch, etc. —
passes on into the intestine, and is there
digested by other juices and secretions.
e The chist of these are the pancreatic
juice, the bile, And the intestinal secre
tion, all contributing in one way or other
to the solution of the food, and toward
making it into a sort of emulsion which
is favorable to its being absorbed into the
system.
It may be difficult to classify dypepsias,
but it is easy to state the general condi
tions on which good digestion depends.
Who are the people that are always talk
ing about their digestion and their dys
pepsia? Not sailors, nor agricultural
laborers, ner mechanics, nor boys and
girls, nor, for the most part, men; in
other words, not those who live much in
the open air and use their limbe and
muscles. But who are the people that
are half afraid of their meals, and have
miserably to consider what we shall not
eat and what we shall not drink. They
are in-door sort of people—tailors and
shoe-makers, milliners, clergymen lit
erary men, and nervous, fidgety people,
who are always worrying themselves.
Then there are people that weaken their
stomachs by things which they take—
not only by too much beer aud spirituous
drinks, but by living too much on tea
and taking too much tobacco.
The Late “ Richmond Enquirer.”
A dispatch says that the Richmond
Enquirer, which suspended publication
on the 28th has been a money-losing
concern ever since tbe war. Although
it was the most time-honored journal in
the south, having been founded in 1804
by Thomas Ritchie, the Nestor of the
press, its venerable prestige would not
hold up under the push of papers of less
lame. It has changed owners seven or
eight times in the last ten years, and in
that period it is understood to have Bunk
$150,000; but none ot the unlucky pro
prietors took it so to heart as the last
one, Robert William Baylor, who is sup
posed to have committed suicide UDder
the pressure of uewspaperial debts. Mr.
Baylor bought the Enquirer only two
months ago, but in a few weeks he be
came depressed in spirits, and mysteri
ously left Richmond on the 15th nlr.
for Kentucky, and has not been in his
office since. It appears that the last
time he was seen was on the 26th ult.
at Milford, not far from Richmond, on
his way to Washington. He told his
friends that he had a presentiment that
he could not return to Richmond alive,
and in conversation with acquaintances
he spoke ot his embarassment, and
showed a box of morphine pills and a
derringer. Baylor had lived in Norfolk
previous to purchasing the Enquirer,
and was well known and esteemed. He
was about 36 years of age. G. Watson
James, the editor of tW paper and part
proprietor, says that/he has suspended
publication until the mystery could be
fully investigated, and wrote no vale
dictory; but tbe Enquirer will hardly
be revived. Detectives are now searching
lor the body ef the unfortunate Mr.
Baylor.
Farmers and all who have charge of
cows may learn a lesson from the follow*
ing anecdote which we clip from an ex
change : A market-gardener had a very
fine cow that was milked week after
week by hired men. He observed that
the amount of butter he carried to
market weighed about a pound more en
each alternate week. He watched the
men and tried the cow after they had
finished milking, but always found that
there was no milk lett in the teats. He
finally asked the Scotch girl who took
care of the milk if she could account for
the difference. “Why, yes,” she says.
*■ When Jim milks he says to the old
cow ‘So! my pretty mufey, so!’ But
when Sam milks he hits her on the hip
with the edge of the pail, and says.
* H’ist, you old brute!”
RELIGIOUS KEAUING.
Ckseriaff Word*.
“My Ood thall supply all yo& n<*d.”-~PUI.
It. 19.
I know not what you neod, wy brother, sister,
But this I know*—my Ood wIU listen now
In louder sympathy and deep ooiup-asiou,
1 In yor trouble you before Him bow.
You need submission ? Hath His fevesAicted.
And do His ways seem hard to tekderstand 7
hen ask for grace, to say amid tbe tU^kness.
“My Father, though then smttest, hold uiy
hand!”
Or is it strength you need 7 Are you exhausted
With weary watching, or with aoivew's pain 7
Oh, whisper this to Him, the (tod of oomfurt,
And He will willingly His child sustain.
Or do you need direction on life's journey—
The wey veu have to tread to be jAftde clear-
Now tell him eo, and He will gently Head you
Just rten by step through each successive year.
Yhi oannat —h too much. Then, frtend, I Jpavw you
In Hod's own loving care, wlthndKrH #*-
Fer well I know for Jesus' sake HeV 'd
To give His children all His very ti X.
C%a*%'Xte Murray,
" leans, for Tlnel"
The words of the missionary mother,
in Arm can, as she left ner children on
shin-board for return to America, while
with clasped hands she raiaett her tear
blinded eyes to Heaven, and Exclaimed,
“O, Jesus, it is for Thee !’* supply one
of those utterances of missionary history
which will probably never be forgotten.
Just as it never can be forgotten how
the great reformer stood in the imperial
diet, and his eyes looking Heavenward
exclaimed. “ Here I stand ; Godhslp me;
I can no more 1 ”—so with these other
outbursts of self-devotion, forced from
heart and lips by the pressure of some
great burden of self sacrifioe. And the
spirit of the utterance, in aft these cases,
is ths same. " For Jesus’ sake ’’—that is
the underlying meaning, always, where
it is not actually expressed.
When Napoleon indicated how much
greater, how much more flbperial is the
kingship of Jesus, than hf* own had
been, or, than had heen the kingship of
a Caesar or an Alexander, in declaring
that while these purely earthly mon
archs ruled by force, simply, for Jesus
millions were ready to lay down their
lives, he touched that which is the pecu
liar characteristic of thiß great spiritual
sovereignty, now Blowly, yet so surely,
subjecting to itself every other. To a
certain extent, great leaders and great
rulers have been able to excite enthusi
asm and devotion to themselves person
ally. Yet this has always been found
more or less dependent uponAhe prestige
of personal success. As Gasser lay mur
dered, “ even at the foot of Pompey’H
statue,” there was truth in that which
the poet represents Mark Anthony as
declaring, that there were now none left
“so poor to do him reverenoe.” When
Napoleon, in St. Helena, made that
memorable comparison between himself
and the Man of Sorrows, it must have
been a bitter thought to Khn how few
there were left in the world, of all who
had followed his banner or thronged
around his throne, who had retained even
the remnants ot their old idolatry. The
mighty fabric of his empire had dia
aolved like a vision, while its creator,
chained to his rock in the ocean, felt his
heart torn like the heart of Promethua,
by the vultures of chagrin and remorse.
Hew different with Jesus, whose follow
ers, in the day of defeat, as in the day of
triumph, still gladly “ lay down their
lives I%v*
It has been gratifying to find so many
of the sermonß just "now being preached
on anniversary occasious, dealing with
the plain, pure truth of the Gospel.
Consciously or unconsciously, the several
preachers seem to have acted upon the
principle that the one souroe of real
inspiration in all Christian service is the
sense ot obligation to Jesus, and an ap
preciation of the exceeding preciousness
of that Gospel which is preached in His
name. Enthusiasm thus awakened will
be no transient sentiment. Plans of
labor so prompted may be viewed as the
fruit ol a kind of inspiration, and aa
having in themselves a pledge of Divine
blessing and support. “ Happy is the
people that ia in such a case; yea, happy
is the people,” whose battle and whose
toil is “ for Jesus’sake.”— Chicago Stand
ard.
lalflU Don’t rtw,
In the year 1827, a young man, iljen
studying for the ministry, was requested
to preach in a town in this state. The
meeting was held in the evening at a
private house. Knowing that two or
three Deists were present, some remarks
were made upon the authenticity of
God’s word. The president of an infidel
club arose, and interrupted the speaker,
who mildly said to him: “ Sit down, and
after meeting I will talk with you.”
When the services closed, there was
hardly time for conversation, and an
appointment was made that the parties
should meet at the house of a friend on
the following merning. At the appointed
hour, the president, with several infidel
books under his arm, and a large hand
kerchief full of pamphlets ana papers,
made his appearance, in company with
two members ol his club. No sooner
were the parties seated, and the large
table covered with his religious dissecting
knives, than the infidel began with much
warmth to pour forth his contempt for
the hible.
“Stop, sir, stop,” said tbe student,
“ Let us commence right, and then we
shall end well. Do you believe there is
a God who made all things? a God who
has a mind?”
“I do.”
“Do you believe He created you ;
feeds, clothes and watches oyer you and
yours, without any reward f’
“ Certainly I do.”
“ Well, sir, that we may commence
right, please lead in prayer. Ask the
God in whom you believe to direct us to
the rejection of that bible if it is false,
and if .it is true, receive it. We do not
want to be deceived.”
The man hesitated, and said, “ I never
pray, I do not believe in prayer.”
“ Never pray, sir! do you not believe
in prayer, when your God has done h>
much for you? never thank him for his
goodness? Have you a father ?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“Do you never thank him? If you
had a child whom you had always blest,
would he not thank you when you be
stowed upon him some little trinket ?”
“ I suppose he would.”
“ Well, sir, compare right. Just pray;
pray and thank God.”
“Ican’t pray ”
The student then turned to his infidel
companions, an*asked them to pray, and
they both declined. With indescribable
feelings he knelt, and with great freedom
poured out his whole heart to God. As
he finished they all three arose from their
►eat*. The president parsed his lingers
through his nair, and as he gathered up
his book, said—
'• I think we will talk no more, ft
will do no ad.”
The student waited on them to the
door, and in a short time heard that the
club had disbanded.— Louisville (Ay.)
Heraltl, 1861.
How She Won a Husband.
Here is a story illustrative of the fact
that tears are a powerful weapon in the
hands of a matrimonially inclined
modern Ninbe: There was a southern
merchant, a handsome, dashing fellow,
who astonished all his relatives a few
years ago by marrying a very plain girl,
the sister of his business partner. The
marriage’ has turned out reasonably
happy, but it haa always remained a
mystery to the society belles, wbo were
ready to fall into his arms at a word. It
was tears (and not "idle team”! that
trapped him. One evening he called at
hie partner’s house, and found only the
Rlady at home. Very artfrilly she
? conversation to her own analra,
and told him that she was a perfect slave
to her sister, tyrannised over and ill
treated, that life had become such a
burden to her that she should rid herself
of it unless she could change her home.
The visitor tried to comfort her, but in
vain. Marriage was very far from his
thoughts then' and he had no love to give
anywhere. Niobe’s tears fell faster and
taster, and at last they came in a hysteri
cal toirent. His ejaculations of sympathy
were in vain, when she cried: “ Oh,
where shall I go ? who will give me a
home?” “I would if I dared offer it.
poor girl,” Baid the male victim, and
quick as lightning the response: “ What
would my sister say if you married me ?”
What could the man do under such
circumstances ? A tolerably fair face waß
lying on his bosom, a pair ef grateful,
loving eyes (she did love him dearly)
were looking up into his own, and a deli
cate little hand had Bought and found
his. He did what any disengaged gentle
man would have Bfeen likely to do,
pressed his suit, secured her unreluctant
consent, informed her sister ot it, married
her, and did hia best to make her happy.
She, in her turn, made him a good wile.
Little by little he discovered her strata
gem—but he never told his wife of it.—
A T ew Orleans Picayune.
Plevna, the Place of Horrors.
A correspondent writes from Plevna:
The first day of my residence in Plevna
was spent in an inspection of the hospi
tals. Our placed itself under the
guidance of Dr. Ryan, a young English
surgeon in the Turkish tervioe, and set
out for the chief building, in which the
wounded were bestowed. When we
reached the main hospital we encountered
a scene of horror which went quite un
s|icukably beyond all our previous ex
periences. I am authorized by the
gentlemen I accompanied to Bay that it
is quite beyond the power of language
,to exaggerate their opinion oi the de
plorable and hideous condition of the
wounded. If I could preeent you with
[an adequate picture of this dreadiul
place, I should produce a record which
would dwarf Deroe’s description of the
plague. But to attempt such a picture
would be to Bhock decency by every
line. I venture to believe the horrors
of this home ot filth and agony unique
and singular. The chambers were large
and lofty, and- there were reasonable
laciltles tor ventilation, but the odors
which filled every one of them were
sickening past all words. Wounded men
in every siaos of disease and filth and
pain littered the floors. The stagnant
miseries had overflowed the corridors
and on to the very stairs, and men with
fractures forty days’ old lay unattended
and helpless, side by side with cases of
raving fever and confluent smallpox. If
the reader will pain himself by thinking
into what foul abandonment of nastineea
one wounded man might tall if left abso
lutely unattended for a week, aud will
then multiply that imagination by a
thousand, he may begin to conceive the
state of tilings which so horrified men
accustomed to the sights of war and the
ravages ot disease.
Colored vs. Bald-Headed.
Years ago the then well-known firm ot
W. & Cos., Boston, agents for a popular
line of Australian packet ships, received
a letter of inquiry from Cincinnati.
Correspondence followed, and second
cabin passages were engaged for Mr. and
Mrs. Joseph Hatfield, their son Joseph,
Jr., and Miss Blanche, who were politely
urged to put in an appearance in Boston
on or before May sth, as “ the good ship
Daniel Sharp, whereof Joseph D. Cush
ing is master lor the present voyage,”
would sail on the day following, weather
permitting.
On the morning designated a young
darkey exquisite, sporting a tall bat and
ivory-headed cine, sauntered into the
elegantly appointed office and demanded :
“ Js dig yer de office of W. A Cos. ? ”
“ Yes, it is,” growled the senior W.
from behind his desk, lrowning over hia
gold-bowed spectacles at the intruder.
“ Well, sab, me and my folksaregwine
out to Melbourne in your ship Daniel
Sharp, and I ”
“ Not if I know it—you are not goiog
to do any such thing.”
“ How so, Bah ? Didn’t I correspond
wid you from Cincinnati, and engage
Sassage, for my fadder ana mudder and
liss Blanche?”
“ What! is your name Hatfield ? ”
roared the dismayed agent.
“ Yee, sab, my name’s Hatfield, and”—
“ Why in the devil didn’t you notify
me that you were colored t ”
“ Why in the debbil didn’t you notify
me (Ist you were bald-headed f”
The pertinent rejoinder silenced old
W.,and although two or three passengers
who preferred to have the color line
diawn out ide of a ship’s second cabin
gave up their berths ana were refunded
their passage money, the Hatfields com
piacenlly railed in the Sharp.
Two million years ago, a bird twelve
feet high was promenading along thdbank
of the Connecticut river, and Prof. Hitch
cock has just discovered its tracks.
NUMBER 5.
k coun rin iviTitoui' neighbors.
lnH4mU nl ihr Houtlifrn Blook4-
MtmlH lo H hlk tkr C*nfiMlfrala
Wm Rrdii<<l.
The southern confederacy was a country
without neighbors, a pugilist without
backers. History furnishes no instance
ot a more effective blockade. Landward
except where Mexican robbers and In
dians held the frontier, lay the country
of the foe, and seaward, within hail of
eacii other, from Virginia to Texas, the
vessels of the United btateV navy shut in
the besieged states from the world, and
shut the world out from them. The men
who rau the bloccade risked lite.and
liberty; for this risk they demanded
laige profits on the goods which they
brought. The War produced its natural
crop of extortioners. After the repu
diation is 1868 of one-third of the con
federate debt few people had faith in the
ourrency. Thoee who held it spent it
freely, anxious to exchange for some
thing of more tangible value. No one
who could afford to let capital remain
idle was anxious to sell merchandise,
which every day increased in market
value. This inflation bore its legitimate
fruits, and the rare spectacle was pre
sented of purchasers anxious to buy,
while merchants were loth to sell.
For four years the southern elates
were Bhut up to their own reseurcca,
These resources, though Immense, were
undeveloped, and the means to develop
them were tor the most part wanting.
Manufactories sprung up all over the
oountry; but where chemical agents were
necessary to the perfection of their labor,
that labor was left unperfected. Confed
erate cotton cloth, as already stated, was
sent forth from the factory in its natural
unbleached tint Confederate paper was
iuferior in dolor and texture to the brown
wrapping paper commonly used in dry
goods stores to day. The Georgia woolen
mills produoed army dioths and blankets
of good quality, but wool was woefully
scarce, and the cloth Bold for two or three
hundred dollars a yard. Cow hair was
carefully saved from the tanneries, and,
mixed ♦ith cotton, was spuu and
woven into garments which, if
coarse, were at least thick and
warm. The highest ladies in the
land did not distoin to wear home
spun. The wash poplins of to-day, sold
in all dry goods stores at from ten to
fifteen cents a yard, closely resembles the
homespun dresses of which southern
women were then so proud. Tne pret
tiest home-made cloth of the c moderates
was a mixture of silk and c .ton. For
this, black silk too much worn to be ot
use in any other .way, was cut into bits
and packed into lint, mixed with more
or leas cotton and spun and woven for
the dress. The process was painfully
tedious, as from a pound and a half to two
pounds qf .picked silk was required ; and
not a few girls who set out to accomplish
a drees stopped short at enough silk to
knit a pair of gloves. The statement
made in a former article upon confeder
ate make-shifts published in Harper’s
Magazine, to the effect that the confed
erate woman did not know what was the
fashion, was the occasion of some incred
ulous comments. Not only did they not
know, but many of them did not care.
They wore what they had or could get,
and were content. A lady friend of the
writer laughingly declares that never
but onoe in her life did she always have
something to wear and that was in the
war times when reduced to one dress—a
black cashmere made of two old ones;
she had no choice, but must always wear
that or none. Calicoes, in 1864 were
worth 980 to S4O a yard, and anew cal
ico was regarded as a handsome dress.
Garments a'readv on handjwere turned
and turned, dyea and made over as long
a< a piece of them remained. The ocs
tume of the present day, in so far as it
means a dress made of two materials,
was perforce fashionable in the confed
eracy—a convenient mode of making
two old friends cover each other’s defi
ciencies.—Mrt. M. P. Handy in Philadel
phia Weekly Timet.
Use of Sulphur and Charcoal.
Sulphur and charcoal are both very
excellent ingredients to mix occasionally
with fowl feed, either tor young or old
birds. But both should be used with
discretion. Too much sulphur applied
outwardly, to destroy lice tor example,
or too large a quantity given in the food
works dUadvantageouely. Continual
powdering and smearing the mother hens
with sulphur operates to the detriment
of the young brood frequently. This
fine dust falls from the hens’ bodies (whr n
used in excess) into the eyes of the young
chicks, and blinds them oftentimes; so
it should be used carefully while the
chicks are still being brooded. Powdered
charcoal when given in the mashed
feed, will be administered to best account
if the matter is uot carelessly over
done. A little goes a great way as a
purifier ot the crop ond stomach—aiding
the digestive powers and sweetening the
food tor the time being. If broken
up into bits the size ot crushed corn,
fowls will eat about ail they need of it in
this shape. Granulated bone for adult
fowls, and bone meal for chicks, are ad
mirable helps, while the former are lay
ing and the latter are growing. Plenty
ot green food and meat (cooked) once or
twice a week, are sufficient during the
hot months.
South Carolina Butler.
“ Gath ” in Cin. Enquirer : Butler ot
South Carolina is Bitting all this time
behind Bayard. He looks to be a brainy
fellow, with a military way of buttoning
up his coat. His forehead is large and
bold, and above that bald, one lock or
curl coming forward in the middle and
flanked, over the temple by side locks,
which inclose the reddish, intellectual
forehead. He has a straight, thin,
shortish, plucky nose, a handsome mus
tache, straight eyebrows and long chops.
His attitude is easy, quiet and respectful
Ii I had seen him on the street, in no
other association, and had been asked
what he was, I should have guessed a
lawyer who had been in military life.
And that, I believe, is his description.
He carries a Palmetto cane on all occa
sions, and is a little gray, and is said to
| have a cork leg,
CaMKi/fl hair shawls are not made of
camel s hair. They come of the wool of
the Thibet goat. 'Thus it will be >een
i that women not only have the wool
pulled over their eyes, bnt over their
backs.
FACTO AND FA8(1 TO.
Iu Um iwtee*. iWnt tkal Uw iSIISsnOe
Isto pUr aitA uiunmi -ploying ton,
As4 •• " tfcf jr Uilsfc Is tb# boot
For Mtratu* plays that alth a marry soot.
•• My taby loot I" Op aixi Sown BUMame (MB.
A pairing obool Uhl following her noaa; .
Inaldo the papers nd under (he hooka.
Aad all la batvaan thaoavanafce laaho, ’
She aarar ouoa thinks to look anAor that.
Aha listens, she slope, aha hoars the seas laugh,
Aim mound she Kies, the taster bs ball,
“ Whr, where can tie bs W tod sue opens the dark,
She tumbles her basket, site shakos papa's Sock.
‘‘Baby! bely!" calling.
While the children all smile at papa’s tall hat,
TTsowgh nassas! them go aad look sader that.
A sweatees sells. Mam am darts erwyohrte,
She taels In her pocket, to Basil he’s than,
In every rue on the nunirl shelf.
Bhe seerchee sharp for tea little alt.
•• Baby I baby |” calling.
Another coo comae from papa’s tall tu
Vet none of them s>ir an Inch toward that.
Bam •'Where he rercalnlr trust be, aba knows,
no tip to too china cupboard ftae goes;
The covers she lifts from the auger-bowls,
The sweet, white lamps rhe i allies and rolls,
” Habvl baby t” calling.
Rut thongh there s a stir near papa’s tall hat.
They will sot ae much as look toward that. •
Bhe moves the dishes, but baby la not
In the eream-pltcoer, nor in the teapot
And the a ring- her hands and stamps an the Aoer,
She sharee the ruga, and opens the door,
■‘Baby! baby!” calling.
Thar stand with their backs to papa's tall hat,
Though the sweetest ot murmurs corns from that.
The chUdrcd Join In the funny dlfrem,
TUI mamma, all sudden, with swAenreaa
Makes a pounce right down on too tall black bat.
Aad brings out tba baby Irotu under that,
• Baby ! baby I" calling.
And this la the end of the lltUe play,
The children would like to try every day.
Miijc river in in Massachusetts. They
named it Milk became milk is about the
ame thing as water.
Habberton account* for the foolish
ness of the small boy. “ The small boy
had a father, and this father waa once a
small boy himself.”
The Chicago Journal says : “ When •
man imagines that he is a prophet and a
philosopher he takes to long hair and a
dirty ove/coat.”
Cannibals prefer to eat women of
about sixteen to twenty-four veers of
age, and invariably roast that aeUoaoy,
but people over fifty are generally boiled.
The Charleston News indulges extra
vagant hopes. “ One of these days,” it
says, “ the ideal president will take up
bis quarters at the white honse, and
frame a message that can be read in five
minutes, and will leave the public in no
uncertainty as to his views on every
matter of importance.”
Mr. Wattbrson tells in his lecture of
a Missisaippian who was asked whether It
was worth while to carry a pistol; “ Well,
stranger,” he answered, “ you moat move
about for a year and not waßt it, and
then again you mout, and, if you do heed
it, you will need it powerful.”
A KEUNoaEi) reprobate,wboee wardrobe
could onlv have been merchantable by
the pound, entered the corner-grocery,
and planting an emDty soda-water bottle
on the counter, said : “ Gimme some, al
cohol to clean silver with.” i’All right,”
responded the dealer in wet goods, “ let’s
see your silver.” —Boston Bulletin.
An old colored lady of one of tbe back
counties sings all the good old Methodist
hymns, but she gets them mixed ,ts.e
timas. Hhe sings:
** flwqet proapectn, nwei’t blrda and sweet flower*
Have all loat their sweetnewi hut roe."
An another: .
“ Am I • shoulder of tbe boos, *
A qualter of a lamb.”
• She means all right, though, bleoa bar
good heart.
In tbe nersual of an expose of Chinese
leprosy, Mr. Michael O’Snaughnessy got
very much interested. JJe also got very
indignant, but failed to"comprehend the
exact purport of the aiticle. “Lepers,
is it,” ho said, “ Lepers, is it, that tbe
Chinese are? It’s an Irishman I am, be
gorra, and I’ll bet twinty-foive dollars
that I’ll lep agin any Choinamen in the
city. I waa the foineei leper hi county
Cork in ’B7, and I’ll tread on the tail of
my- own coat if I can’t lep a flveAot
hurdle this same minute.” 9
On a young man who imokeatjlby
never lady press his Ups, bis proffered
love returning, who makes a furnalb of
his month, and keeps his chimney Sort
ing. May each true woman shun his
sight, for fear his fumes would aboke
her; and none but those who nsa the
“ weed ” have kisses for a sm®ker.-*-[N.
Y. Mail.] All that is thrown away.
Not only do high-toned women tharry
smokers, but they are eager to get chew
err. Whoever has once got a whiff of a
tobacco-chewer’s breath may have some
comprehension of the strength of a
woman’s love. United for life to a foal,
huge quid, she breathes its exhalations
as though they were so much incense,
and osculation that would seem an emetic
to others is to her as the honey of her
existence. Nastiness is a power.— Courier-
Journal
Belzoni, many years ago, told this
old story of the caruivsl at Lisbon. A
mask in the merry crowd threw an orange
at the carriage of the Turkish embassa
dor, which struck him in the face ; and
that dignitary, after a short delay, ap
peared before the Portuguese minister of
foreign affairs to complain of the indig
nity thus publicly offered him. “Oh,
said the minister, “ such is the custom of
tlie country on these occasions, and I
hope your excellency will pardon It.”
“Be it so,” answered the Turk, politely,
“but I was about to add, when you
interrupted me, that I immediately drew
my pistol and shot the fellow dead, for
that is the custom of our country, and I
have no doubt, from the remark that you
have just made that you will ovorlookit.”
The tireat Wall of~ China.
The great wall of China was measured
in many places by Mr. Unthank, an
American engineer, lately engaged on a .
survey for a Chinese railway. His meas
urements give the height at eighteen
feet, and a width on top of fifteen feet.
'Every tew hundred yards there is a tower
twenty-four feet square, and from twenty
to forty-five feet high. The foundation
of the wall is of solid granite. Mr. Un
thank brought with him a briek from the
wall, which is supposed to have been
made 200 years B. C. In building this
immense stone fence to keep out the
Tartars, the builders never attempted to
avoid mountains or chasms to save ex
pense. For 1,300 miles the wall goes
over plain and mountain, and every foot
of the foundation is in solid granite, and
the rest of the structure solid masonry,-
In some places the wall <s built up against
the bank, or canons, or precipioot where
there is a sheer descent of- 1,000 feet.'
Small streams are arched over, but in
the larger streams the wall runs to the
water’s edge, and a tower is built on each
side. On the top of the wall there are
breast-works, or defenses, facing in and,
out, so the defending force can pass from
one tower to another without being
exposed to an enemy from either side.
To calculate the time of building or cost
of the wall is beyond bn man skill. So
far as the magnitude of the work is con
cerned, it surpasses eveyrhing in ancient
or modern time* of which t..ere is any
trace. The pyramids of Egypt are noth
ing compared to it.
