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NEWS GLEANINGS.
There are 271,-Ml negroes in Kentucky.
Tuscaloosa, Alibimt, is to have a
street railroad.
North Carolina ha* 26,!*<W colored
vote re.
The locusts have ap|ieared in middle
Tennessee.
Corn prospects throughout Florida
are very line.
fcouisvil'e, Kentucky, has a public
library of 50,000 volumes.
A 250 pound turtle was caught on
Pensacola beach last week.
List year Bullock county, Alabama,
bought 70 tons of guano; this year she
buys 416 tons.
W. 11. Pillow has shipped from Pen
sacola, Florida, this season, thirty-nine
thousand quarts of strawberries:
The Goldsboro (N. C.) Advance says
bushels, Barrels and hogsheads of straw-,
berries atj, five cents a quart, and acres
in the fili]* red with them for picking.
Mr. Alger; of New York, has taken
charge, and will begin and push through
water works for Charlotte, North Caro
lina.
Mr. Tt .O’Neil, of Nassau county, Fla.,
cleared S6OO on a small patch of-celery
during the past winter.
During last week, 50,000 pounds of
strawberries were shipped from Chattan
ooga ttv Cincinnati. They brought
$5,000. *
J. W. Willis, of Crystal River, Flor
ida, has a field cf corn that averages
betwen eleven and twelve feet high and
not yet tasseled.
The center of population of the United
States fs placed in Kenton county, Ken
tucky, a mile from the south bank of the
Ojjio river.
Two .men recently found a cypress
tree in Clay county, Florida, that meas
ured four feet from the ground 25J feet
in circumference.
.At Goodlettsville, Tennessee, a few
days since, 053 iambs were sold at five
cents p;r pound, and were shipped to
New York by a Bowling Green man.
It will take forty thousand bushels of
corn to’run the Dale county, Alabama,
farmerg tliis year. So they will have
some $60,000 to pay for that article next
fail.
The Tecumeeh furnace, at Rome, Gn.,
is said to be making an averaceof twenty
tons a day, and not to have been cool in
six years.
Rev. Dr. S. G. Hillyer has resigned
the pastorate of the Baptist church at
Forsyth, Ga , anel received a call from
the church at Washington, Ga. This
leaves vacant also the Presidency of
Mondie'Female College.
Nashville,, Tennesse, is well provided
WithTfechools. Among the most import
ant Jfiktjtutions of learning are the
Nashville University, Vanderbilt,
with its 250 young
ladiesf‘Price’s Seminary, and Fisk’s
Uni vefpsßy,- the latter being a colored
institution, well endowed, and provided
•wittuntagnifieent buildings.
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“Going to School.”
Class in geography, stand up. Now,
who can tell me who was King of the
CauujJraLJslqijds 400 years ago? What,
can uo one answer this gravely important
Jquerjr? Is it possible that yon have
knmviygly kept yourselves in the dark
on appoint which may oiHT day decide the
fate of the nation? Very well ; the
whole class will stay for an hour after
school as a punishment.
The “B” class in geography will
please arise and come forward for trial
and sentence. Now then, in what direc
tion fmm-Han Francisco are the Man
grove Islands? What! can no one an
swer? And yon boys expect to grow up
and become business men, and you gil ls
to become wives, and yet don’t know
whether the Mangrove Islands are north,
east or southwest of San Francisco! I
shall send the boys up to the principal
to bo thrashed, and the girls will have
no r 'ooss.
'1 he class in history will the
prisoners’ box, and tell the jury whether
sunflower seeds are among the exports
of Afghanistan. No answer? None of
you posted on this moment lions ques
tion? Two thirds of you on the point of
leaving school to mingle in the busy
scenes of life, and yet you do not know
whether Afghanistan exports sunflower
seeds or grindstones! For five years I
have labored here as a teacher, aud now
1 litul that my work, has been thrown
away. Go to your seats and I will think.
Up some mode of punishment befitting
your crime.
The advanced class in mathematics,
will now step forward. One of you
please step to the blackboard aud illus
trate the angular rectangle northeast
comer of a qua Irangle. Wbat! No one
in all this class aide to make that simple
illustration? .Tames and John and Joseph
and Henry, you expect to become mer
chants, and Marx- and Kate and Nancy
and Sarah, yon are nil old enough to be
married, and yet you confess your igno
rance of angular rectangular qiladrangu
lers before the whole school! John,
suppose you become a wholesale grocer.
Do you expect to buy tea and sugar and
coffee and spices, and sell the same
again without reference to quadrangles?
Mary, suppose you go to the store to
buy four yards of factory at ten cents a
yard. How are you going to be certain
that you liax-e not been cheated if you
caunot figure the right angle of a trian
gle?- Ah, me! I might as well resign my
position and go home and die, for the
next generation will be so ignorant that
all educated persons will feel themselves
Straugers and outcasts. —Detroit Free
Fress.
Things that will wear are not to be
bad cheap. Whether it be a fabric or a
principle, if it is to endure, it must cost
something. Glitter, tinsel, brilliant col
oring, may all be had without much ex
pense ; but if we would hare strength,
firmness and permanence, we must pay
for-them.
*'* LAebaky women are not as a role,
remarkable for beauty. Indeed, it is sel
dom,- unless in the case of a few editors,
that .beauty, of soul is combined with a
..Corresponding beauty of person.
EIuLIJA¥i@& courier.
w. **. combs t
Editor and Pnbli.k.r )
WELL. HOT ran r.TKXHE ’
*Twas a bright and nmonlicht .retting
A* they vandenrl on tti abotr.
And she r-n l l. prvsw.l hi-cmt-sleeve,
As she oft had done Itef-tr -,
And they talked about hfat college,
W hile she t-hsruied him with her looks;
Then she called him very naughty,
Not at all well up m books.
'* Hart you er.r read," she murmured,
'-t-quoes’ Memoir? 1 wish you would,* 1
” Well, since you lit list,’* he whisitcrcd,
“ I will try and be so good.”
“Take jour aim sway—you monster!—
From my waisl, you awful man!
That’s not what 1 meant at all, sir!
There, you’re breaking my new fan!”
•* *Twas the llfeof Joseph Squees, sir,
And I think you’re awful tiad!
Am I angry? Take roe home, sir,
Via, [ am just fearful mad !”
’Twas a bright an t moonlight evening^
As lie wandered on the shore;
But no maiden press'd his cotl-sleere
As she used in days i) yore.
THE PAINTED FAN.
• “You won’t forget me, little one ?”
said Earl Lysle, in his softest accents,
looking down with enrnest eyes into the
sweet flower-face, so trustfully uplifted
to his own.
“No, I will ueverforget vou,"answered
the girl.
Aud the blue eyes grew moist, and the
red lips trembled. The promise broke
down the last remnant of her strength;
the next moment she had burst into
passionate, bitter weeping.
It seemed as tliongh the branches iu
the tree above them bent pityingly down
upon them; ns though the sun lingered
a moment in its tendurest sympathy, ere
breathing his good night to the world;
though the robin checked his notes to
listen to the sobs which echoed through
the silence of the wood, and stirred Earl
Lysle’s heart as it had rot been stirred
before for many a long year.
He had won the love of many xvomen
—won it often for the mere pleasure of
winning; sometimes he had won and
worn it until it wearied him, but always
believing that had the condition been re
versed, the woman would have dono even
as he (lid. In this ease he knew differ
ently. When he first met Lena Man
ning she had been a child. It had been
his hand xvhich had guided her wavering
steps across the boundary line from
childhood to womanhood; he who had
wakened her child-heart from its slum
ber. For what ? For this! It had been
in liis life a summer-idyl, a passing folly;
in hers, the one spot from which all
things henceforth must date, lie was a
man of the world; she a child of nature,
whose world henceforth xvas bounded by
the horizon of his presence.
“Hush, Lena—hush!” lie entreated,
passing his arm about her waist. “Do
you really care for me like this ?’’
A passing pride stirred at his ques
tion.
“Do you care for mo so little that you
can not understand it ?’’ she answered.
“Nay! 1 love you very dearly—so
dearly, Lena, that, might I carve out my
own desires, and forget my duties, I
would never go back to the great city,
and the life which has grown wearisome.
As it is, I must go; but, Lena, if I may,
dear —if I can so shape my destiuy—
s'hne day I will leave it all behind me,
and come again, this time to pluck anil
wear my sweet woodland rose next to my
heart forever.’’
Pretty words were very natural to
Earl Lysle; vet even as ho spoke these
words, he knew that ere another year
had ran its course, he xvas destined to
lead to (he altar liis heiress-cousin—a
tall, haughty brunette—whose letter of
recall now lay in the breast-pocket of his
coat.
“But—but if things should go amiss
—not as you fancy?”
There was absolute terror in the girl’s
tones—terror so great that, to the man,
it seemed cruelty not to quiet it; and,
besides, his heart was stirring within
him to nobler, bettor purposes.
Perchance he might avow to his be
trothed the truth, that, instead of a mar
riage of convenience, he sought a mar
riage of love, aud ask her to free him
from chains which already began to gall
ere they were fully forged.
So lie only drew closer to him the
girl’s slender figure, until the blonde
head lay on his shoulder, ns lie stooped
and pressed liis lips to its golden crown.
“Hax’e no fear, my little one. I will
come back with the first snow.”
“Yon promise, Earl?”
“I promise!”
Lena had always loved the summer
rather than winter. The leafy trees, the
birds, the flowers, the blue sky—all had
been to her as welcome friends, to be
greeted rapturously, to be parted with
almost tearfully; but this year she could
scarcely wait for the turning of the
foliage, or the southern flight of the
birds.
She smiled from her window, as she
looked out one bright morning upon tbo
first frost. She laughed when people
said that it would be an early winter.
All her painting—for she possessed
great talent with her brush —depicted
winter sceues—snow aud ice.
But iust at the Thanksgiving season
her father, a sturdy fanner, was home
senseless, one day, to his homo, and
died before he recovered consciousness.
It was her first real grief. She had
lost her mother when an infant. It
seemed to her that she could not have
had strength to live through it, bat that,
as they lowered the coffin into the grave,
a few flakes of snow came whirling down
'rom the gray sky, and she welcomed
them as heaven-sent messengers of hope.
When she' came back to the quiet
house, through whose rooms the dear,
cheery voice would never more echo,
she almost expected to find someone
waiting for her; but all was still and
desolate.
They were dreary weeks that followed
—-the more dreary that she found a
heavy mortgage lay on the farm, and
that when all things were cleared up,
there would be left to her but a few hun
dred dollars.
“Ilf. will not care,” she murmured.
“It will prove his love for me the more.”
The week after the funeral, set in the
first heavy snow-storm, and the papers
told how it had spread from one end of
the country to the other.
Lena was almost barricaded in her
lonely home, bnt she sat all day, with
folded hands, looking upon the soft.
ELLIJAY, GA„ THURSDAY, JUNE 9, ISBI.
feathery flakes watching the drifts
grow higher and higher—aud knew, that
it was all bringing summer to her hoart.
The neighliors came to take her in
their sleighs, when the ann peeped out
again and all the earth was wrapped in
its white mantle. They aaid that her
cheeks were pale and her hands fever
ish, and that she must have more of this
clear, bracing air.
Bnt she shook her head and refused
to go. Conld she leave the house, when
at any moment he might come? Besides,
she liad sent to him a paper with the
announcement of her father’s death, and
this must surely hasten him.
But day succeeded day, nutil week
followed week, and still he neither came
nor sent her word. The snow-clouds
had formed and fallen many times, and
each time her heart grew sick with long
ing.
She loved him so wholly, she trusted
him so completely that she thought only
sickness or death could have kept him
from her.
The hours dragged very slowly. Her
little studio was neglected. She sat all
day. and every day, beside the window,
Until one morning she xvakoned to know
that the first robin had returned, and
the first breath of spring was in the air.
He had failed to keep his promise to
her.
That same day they told her that the
farm must be sold. Many neighbors
offered her a home, but she declined
them aIL
A sudden resolution came to her. She
would go to the city where he lived.
Her pride forbade her seeking him, but
maybe, if he were not dead, as she often
feared, she might one day meet him in
the street, or at least hear some news of
him.
The hope of meeting him—of hearing
him—vanished, when she found herself
in the great metropolis, aud realized its
size and immensity.
She had secured a comfortable home
with a good, motherly xvoman, but her
puroo xvas growing scanty, and she could
not toll how long it might hold out, un
less she could find some menus of sup
port, when one day, sauntering idly on
the street, glancing iuto a shop-window,
she saw somo fancy articles, painted by
hand.
Gathering up her courage, she went in
and asked if there xvas sale for that sort
of work, nnd if she might bo allowed to
test her skill.
From that hour all dread of waut van
ished, and, now that hands were busy,
she found less time to brood and think.
“I xvant a fan painted,” the man said
to her, one day. “You may make an
original design, but it must be very
beautiful.”
Lena’s heart had been very sftd all day,
as, at evening, she unfolded flic satin,
and sat down, brush in hand, to fulfill
this latest orile*. w *
“It is a gift to an expectant unSfifN
the shopkeeper had snid; and the words
had recalled all the long waiting, the
weary disappointment, those words
might bring.
And, as sho thought, she sketched,
and the hours crept on and the evening
grew iuto night, anil the night into
morning, and still slio bent over her
work, silent, engrossed.
The next day, the gentleman who had
given the order for the fan sauntered into,
the store. With an air of pavilonnhio
satisfaction, the man drew it from the
box.
“The Ibung artist line outdone li9rself,
sir,” he said. “I never saw a more
beautiful piece of work, and the design
is entirely her own. I—”
But he cheeked his sentence.
The gentleman had taken the fan in
his hands, and was examining it with,
startled eves, and face from which every
trace of color had fled. ■'
Could it be that the word Nemosis
was painted upon the Batin? No, this
was all he saw. On one "side was a
woodland scene, while, seated on a log
beneath the leafy branches of an ohl
oak, were two figures, one a man, aud
one a woman. His arm was about her
waist. Her lips seemed to move, her
whole expression was full of love and
trust, and his of promise. A little laugh
ing Btrcam ripppled at their feet. . A
bird sang overhead.
Where had ho seen just such a seene
before? He turned the fan on the other
side. Summer had vanished. It was
winter here. Naught but the fast-falling
snow drifting in white heaps upon the
earth.
“Who painted this?” he asked, in
hoarse, changed tones.
The man gave the name and address.
How well he had known it! but how
came Lena here?’ And what was this
which stirred through every fibre of liis
being? Could it bo that his manhood
might yet redeem him?
With swift steps he walked to the
house of his betrothed. Stately nnjJ
beautiful, she came into the drawing
room to greet him, mid bent her head
that he might touch her forehead with
his. lips.
“Helen, do you love me?”
She had known him for long years, bnt
never had she heard such earnestness,
such real passion, in his tones.
It was as though his very soul hung on
her answer. Strange, she had never
dreampt his love for her was more than
friendship, sucli as she had felt for him.
A tinge of color crept into her cheek.
“I have promised to marry you, Earl.
You know that I am fond of you, and
I highly respect you. Will not this sat
isfy you?”
“No. I want all the truth. Is your
heart mine—all mine, so that, to tear me
from it, would be to tear it asunder?”
“No, Earl. If it were for yonr happi
ness or mine, I could give up my lover
and still hold my friend and cousin.”.
He seized her hand and carried it to his
lips more fervently RianTiiTTiad done
even in the moment of
Then, taking the fan from his pocket, he
unfolded it, and told her all the tale of
his summer romance.
“I thought I could forget her,” Le
said, in ending, “and that when the
snow fell and I did not return to her, she
would cease to remember me; but see,
Helen! She still remembers, and I still
love. Ido not know what brings her
here. I have heard nothing from her
since last summer. But, tell me, cousin
mine, what must I do?' I leave it all to
yon.” ‘ *’ 1
I “I said tint I.wonM lte yonr friend.
Now, 1 will be beta at well. * Go to her,
Earl. Tell hor all the truth. Then, if
she forgives you, make her your wife. ’ If
she is alone in’ the world, as perha|i sho
may be, bring her to rue. Sue shall ls>
married from my honso, as my sister. I
! accept this fan,'not as a lover's gift, but
a [fledge to the truer, more honest boud
| wlneli henceforth hiivis us."
Lena was exhausted after her sleep
less night, nnd, throwing herself on the
lounge in the -sitting-room of her kind
hostess, she had fatten into a dreamless
slumber.
Long Earl Lvste . stood nnd watched
her, until the magnetism of liis glance
aroused her. Site tlnmght that site was
dreaming of the fan; hut as he stooped
nnd took her iu his arms, she knew that
it was reality.
SHtoifetened silently while ho told her
all—evete his struggle for forgetfulness
and his ignorance of his own heart and
its demands. Site beard that sho liar,
sent the paper xvith- the news of h 6.
father’s death to the tlinl
he had known nothing of the long
lonely winter to - which had sneeoeJed
this wonderful, glorious summer-tim; o p
hope. • ...
Poor child! She had no room /o’
pride in the heartt so:filled by his image.
Sho forgot that there-xvas sore need for
forgiveness. ' --
He loved her now! Of that showas
assured; and after all, the snow lmd only
lain upon the ground to warm the earth,
and foster the rich,-sweet violets, which
now bloomed and clustered at her feet,
ready for her to stoop and pluck them.
Perhaps Some wdrnsn, in their pride,
xvould have rejected-them. She could
not; but, stooping, kissed them, then
transplanted-them to her heart, there to
shed sweet fragrance forevermore.
A beadville Minister.
The fallowing remarkable report of
Protestant Episcopal life in Leadville was
made by the Rev., T.-J. Muckay, a mis
sionary in charge'of that church, on n
recent Sabbath Iji qpe of the large
churches of that denoninatiou (Dr. New
ton’s), in Philadelphia. After stating
that whon he went to Leadville, ho found,
instead of a hamlet, .a thriving town, with
churches of every denomination, five
banks, five daily newspapers, etc,, ho
snid:
“My first vestryman could drink more
Whisky than any man ip the town. Shortly
after I made my appearance in.tlie towii
my parishioners invited me to a church
sociable, and upon gojftgl was astonished
to see the worthy pipplo waltzing aud
dauciug iu the most Scandalous manner.
To mid to this there irfo two streets whose
entire length were nsyle up of low dance
houses. How was Itto overcome such a
kafl, had tfccj
n.xrtl Waxed, aau after engaging a band
of music, I sent out invitations to all
the young men of [lie place to come
down and have a.dome. I instructediny
floor manager—who, I>y the way, made
lots of money and skipped—not to allow
any waltzing. TlarTtsult xvas, after en
joying square dancer” rilitil 11 o’clock,-'
the participants quietly’dispersed. Some
few said: “Wait : until 1 the prea'eher
goes, then we’ll have t xvßlt,z,” but T xvas
too smart for them—l carried the key of
the hall iu my pocket,’ aijd did not leave
until all him departed. Every other
week I gave such a'sociable, and the
results arc I'Sinark'alfi4-good. "l’tiis'chnr
acter of mission xvoiftfl not do iu Phila
delphia, or Boston, Blit it Will do in Leail
ville.’ It" may seem'firtjfodlyto practice
such a course, but it ft the only xvay to
reach These people. When I first xvent
out'there the congregation used to ap
• plaud me whon I xvas preaching, bnt I
finally got them out of such an unholy
"habit. No matter who dies, the prunes- 1
sion is beaded to a brass hand. When I ’
buried Texas Jack, the partner of Buf
falo Bill, the cortege xvas headed by a
brass band of fprty. two pieces. Lead
ville is also a great place for titles.
Everybody has n title. Captain is pretty
good but to comm and attention one must
Ire a Colonel or a General. lam a sort
of a General. I lielong to fix-o military
companies, and in my capacity as a
militiaman I watch over my congrega
tion. ,
The Decoraffrti->of a Room.
Crude whito is in' favor with house
wives for ceilings—“it looks so clean.’
That is just its fault It looks so clean,
even when it is not, that it makes ah
else look dirty, even .though it may tx
clean. To paint the flat ceiling of t
moderate-sized room by hand is simply
a waste of labor. It is only at great per
sonal' inconvenience that one can look
long at it, while, as a matter of fact, no
one cares to do bo. Yon see it occasion
ally, by accident, and-Jor a moment,
apd, that that casual glimpse should
not be a shook to the eye, as it is as well
to tint it in accordance with the room,
or even cover it with a'- diapered paper,
which will to some extent withdraw the
.-attention from the cracks that frequent
ly disfigure the ceilings of modern
houses. What hand-painting we can
afford may best be reserved for the pan
-11 els or doors, window shutters, and the
like, where it can be seen—these doors
and the other woodwork being painted
in two or three shades of colors, flat or
varnished, according as we prefer soft
ness of tone or durability of surface.
Perhaps it will be best in this instance
that the woodwork should fall in with
the tone of the dado; but this is not a
point on which any rule can be laid
down. The decoration of the panels
should be in keeping with the wall
ptqier patterns. It may be much more
pronounced than they, but still it must
j not assert itself. One great point of
consideration in the decoration of a room
is the relation of the various patterns
one to another. It may often be well to
sacrifice an otherwise admirr ble design
simply because yon ban find nothing
else to go with it.' ■ A single pattern,
1 once chosen, will often contral the whole
scheme of decoration. —Magazine 0/
Art
The wish often falls warm upon my
heart that I may learn nothing here
that I ■ cannot continue in the other
\ world; that I may do nothing hero but
deeds that will bear fruit in heaven.
■ lOLEN KI SAKS.
In rtlrnre* and mh fa a ream,
With nov**ra muml to Im> ht-ard.
But a touch *f lt|w iti tlic Klram
Of th** tiiv. and n**T r a word;
lh***t:lo will t iff
Rrr iking the *ilcnv in twain,
•• Mttlnn kune* *rr alwav owcol.
And love is never In vain!”
For a kiss would a maiden wake
From the charm of a dreamful !*lec|s
And a touch of trite love would break
The |e>ace that the Wue ejte keep.
For ever the tclto Bh.nll greet,
l.'ke the aong of a np *ning rain,
'* Stolen kK-w-s an* always *weet,
And love ia never in Vain!”
When heart* and lipa have grown od4p
And lore liea hut f.raii hour;
When lile*a MMuance haa le-on lo!d,
* ml l* is* a have M their |iowi-r,
1 hen shall roll m. tuory fl e,
t No more a droam hi ei<ehaii;
Yet stolen kiascsait always aweet
Aud love ia never in vain!
Sandy’s Experience with Mint- Juleps.
Mr. John Greig, who for the.session
commencing in 1841 represented the
Canandaigua district in Congress (in
place of Francis Granger, who resigned
to acoept the office of Postmaster Gen
eral), was a well-preserved Scotchman,
as well in purse as in person, and very
fond of entertaining in a princely man
ner. He had invited a small dinner
party in order to entertain a Scotch
friend who had but recently arrived in
America. The hour named had fully
come and passed, but the honored guest
had not:’ Mr. Greig became uneasy and
nervous, for the servants had long since
reported the courses ready for serving.
He went out on the poroh and looked
down the avenue to Bee if he could got a
sight of his friend, when, lot there comes
“Sandy,” much as if he hod a hundred
pounds or so upon his shoulders—in
fact, he was a sheet or two in the winc\,
as it wore. Greig took in the situation
at onoe, and, hastening down the avenue,
met the happy guest, and readily got
him beneath his roof. Although “Santo”
xvas glorious, his mental powers were yet
steady. He said;
“John, I’ll tell ye hooit a’ came aboot.
While waiting at the hotel for the oor to
come, I saw some Yonkees at the bar a
drinkin’ som’at I ooodna tell by sight
-what its name may be. It woe a mixture
of sugar and lemon and lumps of ice,
and maybe some else, but the barkeeper
shook the mixture between twa tumblers
until it foamed and sparkled like air au
rora borealis; then he put in some sprigs
resembling meadow-mint, and then the
Yonkees quaffed the liquid through a
sprig of rye straw, and they drank wi’ a
leer, as if it was unco guid. I stepped
to the barkeeper and speered to ken the
name o’ the liquid, when he said it was
a ’jollup,’ or ‘ jewlip,' or something like
to it in the soond. I tolled him I’d tok
yunjforf, oh, man, it was no bod to tok!
The fak is, John, afoor I kenned what I
was aboot, I had made ’way wi’ seevsn, a’
through a bit o’ rye straw. Noo, John,
Wnadbut kenned the phwer o’ the
thing, and hod quot at six, my hoed
would no feel as if the pipers and the
fiddlers were playing lively reels in it,
and a score o' lads and lassies were
dancing in glee a’ aboot it. Noo, John,
if ye be minded ever to try yon Youkee
‘jollops,’ tok my advico and be content
'wi’ six at a sittin’. Mind ye, if ye try
teeven, ye maun be waur nor Tam o’
Shanter or mysel’; six is quite enough,
John.”— Harper's Magazine.
■ i ’ A Hot-Water River.
• Tho great Sntro tunnel, cut to relieve
the celebrated pomstock mines at Vir
ginia City, Nevada, of the vast quantities
of hot water which is encountered in
them, affords an outlet to 12,000 tons
every twenty-four hours, or about 3,000,-
000 gallons. Somo of the water, as it
finds its way into tho mines, has a tem
jierature of 195 degrees, xvhile four miles
from tho mouth of tho tunnel tho tem
perature ranges from 130 to 135 degretw.
To obviate the inconvcnienco which
would arise from tho vapor such a vast
quantity of xvater would givo off, the
flow is conducted through tho entire tun
nel, four miles, in a tight flume made of
pine. At the point of exit tho water has
lost but seven degrees of heat. Sixty
feet below tho mouth of the tunnel the
hot xvater utilized for turning machinery
belonging to tho company, from whence
it is earned off by a tunnel 1,100 feet in
"length, which servea as a water-way.
Leaving the waste-way tunnel, tho wnter
•flows to tho Carson River, a mile and a
half distant. This Rot water is being
utilized for many purposes. The boys
have arranged sevoral pools where they
indulge iu hot baths. The miners and
others uso it for laundry purposes, and
arrangements are being made whereby a
thousand acres lxflonging to tho com
pany are being irrigated. It is proposed
to conduct the hot water through iron
pipes, beneath the surface of the soil,
near the roots of thousauils of fruit
trees which are. to be planted, and iu a
similar manner give the necessary
warmth to a nnmber of hot-housca to lie
used for th* propagation of early fruits
and vegetables.
Oriental Nonsense.
Calling on a giddy girl, who lias noth
ing under heaven to do but to follow the
fashions, I found her reclining on a
lounge in her boudoir. She wore what
is called a tea-gown, shaped not unlike a
long, loose paletot, with elbow-sleeves,
or angel-sleeves, looped and gathered up
at the wrists. The material of the gar
ment was a combination of brocade in
gold and silver with; silk gauze. Any
thing more Oriental could hardly be
found out of the Orient itself. Over her
bosom was a fichu of lace, laid over the
shoulders and crossing in front; a bunch
of red flowers was fastened at her belt;
her abundant black hair was brushed
back with a well-counterfeited negli
gence; the toes of her extended feet
were stuck into embroidered sandals,
and her stockings were a true flesh-color.
A glorious creature she looked, truly, as
as she lay there in her studied careless
ness of finery. But what I set out to
say was that incense was burning at her
side. Yes, fragrant smoke was rising
lazily from an incinerating oastile in a
bronze dish. This is anew freak of the
girls. The scent-bottle is put aside, and
rooms and clothes are perfumed with
incense. If the practice lasts long the
cannibal who eats a fashionable girl will
find her smoked through and through,
like a ham, but a great deal spicier.
—New York LeUcr.
WIBSCRIPIION vni VI vn m
(l.fto porAnnntn V UL, V 19.
CALABASH SAM.
Wf rnnraM to *l|tt Vp h 4
Taka to UUIa Wtolk.
Two hundred of the lending citizens of
Gunnison City, CoL, met in convention
on ft street corner stul adopted the fol
lowing resolution:
Jteeolvcd, That a committee of five be
appointed to wait upon Calabash Sam,
late of Deadwood, and inform him that
after sunrise to-morrow this crowd will
open fire on him with the intention of
furnishing a corpse for our new grave
yard.
The committee of five went ont to find
Samuel and deliver their message. He
sat on a l>eneh at the door of his shanty,
a shotgun across his knees and a pipe m
his mouth, and he preserved silence
while the chairman of the oom
mitteo read the resolution. Then he
said:
“That means me, does it ?”
“Shodoos.”
“They don’t like my stile of carving
and shooting, eh
“That’s wliat they kick on.’’
“Well, I won’t go. You haven’t got
’nuf meu in the whole valley to drive
Calabash Sam a rod. Return to the con
vention and report that I’m here for the
season.”
“I forgot to menshun," continued the
chairman, in a careless voice, as he
leaned on his gun, “I forgot to menshun
thnt the eonvenshun has adjourned.
The committeo thus finds itself in an
embarrassing situation and it sees only
one way out of it Ouless you’ll agree
to pick up and travel this committee will
feel called upon to—to—”
“To begin shooting, you moan?"
“Exactly, Samuel, exactly? You may
have already observed that two of the
committee have got the drop on you.”
“I see.”
“Corpses which are riddled with buck-
Bhot have a vory unpleasant look,” con
tinued the chairman, as he rested his
chin on the muzzle of his gun.
“Yes, that's so.”
“And it'B kinder lonesome, this being
the first plant in a new hurrying
ground.”
“Y-e-s, it may be.”
“And so, taking it all around, the com
mittee kinder indulges in the hopo thnt
you’ll see fit to carry your valuable so
ciety back to tho Black HilU. You may
have obsorved that three shot-guns, oaoh
under full oock, are now lookiug straight
nt ye. We don't want to bluff, but it’s
gitting nigh supper time.”
“Well, afte*looking the matter all
over, I’m convinced that theso diggins
won’t pan out low-grade ore, and I guess
I'U take a walk.”
“Right off?”
“Yes.”
“Right up this trail ?”
“Yes."
“Very well. While the committee
foels sorry to seo you gp, and wishes you
all sorts of luck, it hasn’t time to shake
hands. Step off, now, and for fear you
ain’t used to walking, we’ll keep these
guns pinted up the bill until you turn
tho half-mile Ixmldor. Train—march!”
Journalism Forty Years Ago.
The first numlier of tuo New York
Tribune mnde its appcnrance April 10,
1841. Prior to its appenranoe Horace
Greeley published the following in cir
cular form:
“On Saturday, the 10th of April in
stant, the subscril>er will publish the
first number of a New Morning Journal
of Politics, Literature, and Genoral In
telligence.
“The Tribune, as its name imports,
will lulmr to advance the interests of the
People, and to promote tlioir Moral,
Bocinl and Political woll-lming. The
immoral and degrading Police Reports,
Advertisements, and other matter which
liavo been allowed to disgrace the
columns of our leading Penny Paper
will lie carefully excluded from this, and
no exertion spared to render it worthy of
the hearty approval of the viltuous and
refined, and a welcome visitant at the
family fireside.
“Earnestly believing that the political
revolution which has called William
Henry Harrison to the Chief Magistracy
of the Nation was a triumph of Right,
Reason, and PnblioGood over Error and
Biuister Ambition, The Tribune will
give to the New Administration a frank
and candid, but manly and independent
support, judging it always by its acts,
and commending those only bo far as
they shall seem calculated to subservo
the great end of ah government—the
Welfare of the People.
“The Tribune will be published every
morning on a fair-royal sheet (size of The
Log Cabin and Evening Signal) and
transmitted to its city subscribers at the
low price of one cent per oopy. Mail
subscribers $4 per annum. It will con
tain the news by tho morning’s Southern
mail, which is contained in no other
Penny Paper. Subscriptions are re
spectfully solicited by
“Horace Gbeemw, 30 Ann-st.”
The very first number announced the
death of Harrison, and was dressed in
the usual form of newspaper mourning,
the column rules being turned upside
down.
There must have been great lalmr and
anxiety attending that first issue in Ann
street, when telegraphs were unthought
of, railroads few and far between, steam
ships few and slow (the President had
sailed for Liverpool four weeks previous,
and has never since been heard from),
and when steam printing presses were iu
their infancy. The changes of forty
years have been mighty.
Mr. Juliau Hawthorne writes con
cerning Lord Beacousfield’s audacity:
“Some years ago, while he was plain
Disraeli, he was at a large dinner, where
his wife also was present —an excellent
lady, but not distinguished for outward
attraction. It happened that her next
neighbor at the table was Bernal Os
borne, and after the ladies had with
drawn, the latter (who has tho manners
of a city cabman) broke out in a loud
voice: ‘Good Goa, Disraeli,how on earth
did you come to marry that woman ?’
Hereupon ensued an* appalled hush, all
eyes fixed on Disraeli At length he
said, with a quiet, friged drawl: ‘Partly
for one reason which you, Osborne, are
incapable of understanding—gratitude!’
This completely crushed the vivacious
Osborne. ”
Thb man with a scolding wife is over
rated.
■cion or TMI OAT.
To step oo a man's earn is a bad mgn.
Look out for trouble. —Brooklyn UtUom
Arptu.
Vnr precocious and forward ehfldnn
ire not the salt of the earth. They are
too fresh.
Tib man who picked up a "well-filled
pocket-book” was disgusted to dad it
full of tracts on honesty.
A woman's work is never done, lo
calise when she has nothing elan to do
the has her hair to fix.
Tub Syracuse Herald don’t under
stand how, necessarily, a man may bo-n
hatter who makes his influence felt
Speech is silver and silence golden.
That is where it costs more to make a
man hold his tongue than it does to let
him talk.
Old subscriber: “What are you
growling about? If you want am article
that will cover the whole ground, get a
Chicago girl’s shoe.”— Boston Post.
Save Henry Ward Beecher : “None
of us can take the riches and joys of this
life, beyond the grave.” Don’t wan't to,
Bir. We’ll take ours this side of the
grave, if we can get ’em; the sooner the
better, sir.
An exchange asks “If kissing is really
a sanctimonious method of greeting why
do not the pastors who practice it ever
liosiow their labial attentions npon mem?”
Because the men are always away, at
their business, when the pastor calls,
and there is nobody left to kiss only the
women.— Peek's Sun.
Angry wife (time, 2 a. m.) — “Is that
you, Charles?” Jolly husband—“Zash
me.” Augry wife—“ Here have I been
standing at the head of the stairs these
two hours. Oh, Charles, how can yon?”
Jolly husband (bracing up)—“Standin’
on your head on t’shtairs? Jenny, I'm
sliprisedl How can II By jove, I can’t!
Two hours, too! ’Stronary woman!”
' A newspaper article asks: “What are
tho causes of decline among American
women?” Well, generally beoanse she
thinks the fellow oannot keep her in
sealskin sacks, French gowns and fash
ionable bonnets. When a single man
with plenty of “soap” is around there ia
not any decline among American women
to speak of.— Boston Commercial Bulle
tin.
“ I’ve noticed,” said Fuddidud, “ that
tho railroads ran past all the fenoea that
are painted over with medical advertise
ments. It’s funny,” he added, “ but it’s
so. Did any of you ever notioe it?” All
present acknowledged that it had never
occurred to them before—just that way.
Fuddidud is more than ever oonvinoed
of his profundity.— Boston Transcript.
In one of the hotels at Niee is a bean
ful American, who lately went to an “ at
home ” in fall dress—low-necked, satin,
diamonds, etc. On arriving and looking
around the room she perceived the other
guests to be in demi-toilet. “Well ”
Bhe said, “if I’d known that it was only
a sit around I*d not have pat my clothes
on."— London Truth.
Americans are of a practical nature.
When an Illinois farmer who had got
rich was visiting Switzerland, they dilated
to him of the beauty of the surrounding
soenery. “Yea,” he replied, “as soenery
it’s very good. But it strikes me the
Lord has wasted a lot of spaoe on scenery
that might have been made level ana
mod farming land." They wanted to
lynch him.— Boston Post
The Chicago street car conductor may
not be very mvil but he ia a man of im
agination. The Inter-Ocean tells a story
of amembemi the guild who, when a
woman waapfe a dolmen waved her
arms to atop him, and than, fearing to
be rod over by a passing wagon, did-not
more from the sidewalk but oontinned
her gestures, shouted, “ Come, madam,
quit flapping them wings and ‘gat
aboard.”—Boston IVanscrivt . a
A Sad Case.
Miss Groce Miller is well lqiown as a
young lady of culture and refinement,
and as a member of one of Cincinnati's
oldest and wealthiest families. Her ac
complishments and charms have mado
her a favorite wherever she is known.
For some time past she has been afflicted
with a soreness of the eves that threat
ened serious trouble, if not permanent
blindness, and has been treated by a
skillful optician of this city. On a recent
evening, as we are informed, after pass
ing a few hours pleasantly with her fam
ily, Miss Miller retired. In the morning
she did not make her appearance," and
her maid was sent to call her. When
awakened, Miss Miller said:
“ Why, Mary, why do you call me so
early?”
“It isn’t early, Miss Grace,” replied
the maid. “It is quite late. lam sent
to wake you.”
“But, Mary, it is so dark; it must be
quite early. Open the bliuds; let in the
sun; let me see the daylight.”
“Yes, Miss Grace,” said the maid
“the shutters are now open, the sun
beams in; don’t you see it? Or what is
the matter? Can't you see? Do your
eyes trouble you?”
“O yes, Mary,” replied the afflicted
girl; “I can not see. Oh I must be
blind,” and she gave an agonizing shriek
that brought the family to her room.
The truth alas! was soon known. In a
night almost, Miss Grace Miller had
been stricken blind.
The case is one of such sodnpss as
words cannot describe. We give the
simple facts as related to us upon good
authority, and can only say that sym
pathy, the deepest and most sincere, is
offered in this hour of great affliction.—
Cincinnati Letter. . ■ . ; (
Matt Carpenter’s Wit.
The bright, mirthful soul of Carpenter
was not overawed even by thp, shadow of
death. The evening before he mid
after he had been told that h4>oould not
possibly survive much longer, be insisted
upon getting up. The attending phy
sicians forbade the attempt, ana were
endeavoring to make the Senator remain
quiet, when Judge McArthur entered the
death chamber.
“Is that yon Mac?” asked Carpenter.
“Yes, Matt, it’s L But you must lie
quiet now.” The old twinkle of the
eyes and toss of the head, ss the dying
Senator replied: •
“Well, Judge, I’m prepared to argue
that point right now.”
Mr. Carpenter suffered excruciating
pain, and in his agony wanted an expla
nation of the cause.
“The pain is caused, Senator,” replied
a physician, “by a stoppage of the co
lon.”
‘‘Stoppage of the colon, eh?” Mid again
the sense of humor overcame the pain
itself. “Well, then, of course it isn’t a
full stop.” —Toledo Telegraph.
A Disgraced daughter.
A doting mother In Ohinago displayed
her solicitude for her daughter's good
name by frantically rushing into the
station and shouting, “My daughter is
disgraced!” True enough, she had
eloped with an insurance agent) but had
the mother been discreet she wouldn’t
have given it away.
