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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. **• - . “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.