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ELLJaY COURIER.
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COLEMAN & KIRBY.
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GENERAL DIRECTOR?
Superior Court meets 3d Monday
-May and 2d Monday in November.
Hon. James R Brown. Judge,
F. Gober, Solicitor General.
COUNTY COUBT.
Hon. Thomas F. Greer, Judge.
Moultrie M. Sessions,County Solicitor.
Meets 3d Monday in each month
Court of Ordinary meets first Monday
in each monjh.
TOWN COUNCIL.
•vT. P. Perry, Intendent.
M. McKinney, x. H. Tabor, I „
J. Hunnicutt, J.R. Johnson, j Oom ‘
W. H, Foster, Town Marshal.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
J. C. Alien, Ordinary,
T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court,
H. M. Bramlett, ■ Sheriff,
J. H. Sharp, Tax Receiver,
G. W. Gates, Tax Collector,
Jas. M. West, Surveyor,
G. W. Rice, Coroner,
W. F. Hill, School Commissioner.
The County Board of Education meets
at Ellijay the Ist Tuesday in January
April, July and October.
justices’ courts.
850th Dist. G. M., Ellijay. Ist Thurs
day, A. J. Dooley, J. P., G. H. Randell,
N, P.
864th Dist. G. M., Tickaneteby, Ist
Saturday, J. C, Anderson, J. P., J vv.
Parker, N. P,
907th Dist. G. M., Boardtown, 4tli
Saturday, J S. Smith, J. P., W. E
Cbancey, N. P.
932d Dist. G. M , Cartecay, 4th Sat
nrda.y, S. D. Allen, L. M, Simmons, N.
958th G. M„ Mountaintown, 4th Sat
urday, J. M, Painter, J. P., J. W. Witli
erow, N. P,
1009th Dist. G. M., Tails Creek, 3rd
Saturday, Cicero M. Tatum, J. P.,'l hos.
Ratcliff, N. P.
1035th Dist. G. M., Teacher, Ist Sat
urday. Joseph Watkins, J. P., Jos. P.
Ellis. N. P.
It 91st Dist. G. M., Ball Ground, 2d
Saturday. A. M. Johnson, J. P., J> h'i
P. Evans, N. P. •
1135 tn Dist, G. M., Town Creek, 2d
Saturday E. Russell, J. P., John T.
Kee*„r, N.P.
1136th Dist. G. M., Cherry Tog, Ist
Saturday, John H.Whitner, <. P. J. >l.
Wind, N. P.
1274. h Dist. G. M., Ridgeaw.iy, 2d
Satu day John M, Quaxle-, J. P , W
1 . O. Moore. N. P.
1302d Dist. G. M,, Coosawattee, 3
Saturday, M. C. Bla/.kenslnp, J. P., A
J. Hens ley, N. P.
13415 t Dist. G. M., Diamond 2d Sat
urday, W. 1 . Sparks, J. P., Jesse Hold
en, N. P.
1355th Dist., G. M., Alto, 2d Satur
day, Maxwell Chastain, J. P., B. H. An
derson, N. P.
RELIGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Ep'scopal Church, South.—
Every 4ih ~ unday ami .‘■aturday before,
i by Rev. 0. M. Lpdbetter.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd Saturday
Sunday, bv Rev. N. L Osborn.
Methodic Episcopal Church—Ever.
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. R
H. Robb.
EBATERNAL RECORD
Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M,,
meets first Friday ia each month.
W, A. jCox, W. M.
. B. Qreer, 8. W.
W. F.Hipp, J. W.
K. Z. Roberts, Treaa,
T. W i Craigo, Sec.
W. W- Roberta, Tylef,
T. B. 'Kirby, S. D.
il. M. Bramlett, J. D.
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- W. HENLEY.
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
JASPER GEORGIA
Wi 1 practice in the Superior Court of the Blue
Ridge Circuit. Prompt attention to a’l busi
ne-s intrueted to his care.
IL M. Brnnoxi. E. W. Ooukah.
SESSIONS & COLEMAN,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BLLUAY, GA.
Will one tie* in Bine Ridge Oirouit, County
Oonrt JnitiM Court of Gilmer County. Legal
Maw wUtL •‘Promptnan” ia our motto.
DR. J. S. TANKERSLEY.
Physician and Surgeon,
Tenders professional services to the citi
zens of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrounding conn
ties. All calls promptly attended to. Office
npstairß over the firm of Cobb A Son.
ri* FE WALDO THORNTON, O.D.S.
DENTIST,
Calhoun, Ga.
W ill visit Ellijav and Morganton at
both the Spring and Fall term of the
Superior Court—and ofteuer by special
t (intrant, when sufficient work is guar
anteed to justify me in making the visit.
Addrces as above. Tnv2l-li
"VirTXT mor# on*y than at up
W IJM thing alia by taking aa
ageuey for th# baat avlliug b <ok out.
ginaers succeed grandly. >oue fall,
terms free, Mallei Book Cos,, Portland,
Maine-
THE ELLIJAY COURIER.
There is a strange depression in the
wild animal market just now, Lions,
tigers, panthers and other cheerful
creatures can bte bought very cheap, and
musettrO managers have taken advantage
of the fall of the market.
A couple were married by a Los
Angeles (California) judge recently, and
in gratitude the bride presented him with
a mammoth strawberry three inches long,
two and seven-eighth inches wide and
eight and three-quarter inches in cir
cumference. They do things on a large
scale in the glorious climate of Cali-
V>rr : <.
* The dear old story that comes every
winter is again afloat,” remarks a Cynical
city paper. "There is to be a scarcity in
the ice ciop. After the passage of A
brief peried the customary report of the
peach crop will also be current. Age
cannot wither nor custom stale ine in
finite regularity of these time-honored
traditions. ”
The Canadian winter sport of tobog
ganing has taken root in New Jersey, a
toboggan slide having been built by a
newly-formed club at Orange. The to
boggans, or sleds, freighted with "fair
women and brave men,” go whizzing
down the long and Icy slide with lights
ning-like rapidity, and the sport is so ex
hilarating that it promises to extend to
many other Northern localities in time.
The extent to which the Chinaman is
despised in California may be judged
from the fact that the San Francisco
Chronicle , speaking of the removal of
some Chianmen from certain buildings
there, says the removal will result in
forcing the property owners to erect new
buildings on their lots, “as no one will
be able to rent one of the places which
has been used as a Chinese wash-house.”
According to General Morin, the emi
nent expert, the proper temperature in
well-ventilated places is as follows: Nur
series, asylums and schools, sixty-nine
degrees; .workshops,- barracks and
prisons, fifty-nine; hospitals, sixty-one to
sixty-four ; -theates and ~ lecture-rooms,
sixty-six to sixty-nine. In dwellings in
this country it has been the custom to
keep the temperature at sixty-five to
seventy degrees.
When Archbishop Farrar got back
from America to old St. Margaret’s
under the shadow of Westminster Ab
bey, he took a part in a strange ceremony.
After the sermon a basket was brought
out containing nineteen loaves of bread
and nineteen old people recieved a loaf
and sixpence each. The loaves were
done up in new handkerchiefs. The
quaint custom has been carried on at
St. Margaret’s for over three hundred
years. ■
The largest single stone ever shipped
by any railroad in this country was lately
loaded on a car at the Erie railroad in
Jersey City. The stone is for a monument
in Buffalo, is fourteen feet in diameter,
weights fifteen tons, and cost $5,000.
The car was prepared especially for the
stone, two of the centre sills were cut of
and braced, and this stone swung down
through the floor. The height of the
stone when loaded was fifteen feet from
the track.
A party of Australian savages have
been attracting the attention of several of
the learned societies of Europe, and M.
Topinard presented three of them—man,
woman and child—to the Societe d’An.
thropologie. It was found that they
could count only to the number three;
for four they said “many,” and for five
“a hand.” But the man showed mental
capacity, for he spoke in both English
and German. M. Daily took advantage
of this fact to make a delicate inquiry
concerning cannibalism, and was in
formed that he had often eaten human
flesh and enjoyed it.
A discovery which is expected to revo
lutionize the art of glass-making is
credited Mr. Frederic Siemens. It is in
effect that any desired degree of hard
ness, within a rattier wide range, may
be communicated to glass, and that by
so simple a means as uniform heating fol
lowed by uniform cooling. The difficul
ty of heating and cooling glass at an
equal rate throughout is overcome by the
application of radient heat and the sur
rounding of the edges with a material
that prevents the heat from leaving them
more rapidly than that from other por
tions. The glass may be made much
harder than the ordinary product, and
three times as strong. It is adapted to
many of the purposes to which iron and
steel are applied, and it is not impossible
that people now living may inlutbit glass
houses, with no more fear of throwing
stones than if the structures were of
brick and mortar.
“A. Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its V ast Concerns.”
ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, MARCH 25, 1886.
rr is not always Nihy~J
the weary soul in voiceless prayer
Breaks from the verge of dark despair—
There seems no ray of welcome light;
But faith cries out with sturdy voice,
That makes the waiting heart rejoice,
“It is not—is not—always night I"
With tired feet and longing eyes,
We gaze athwart the leaden skies,
And at the distant mountain height;
Then Hope shines o’er the dreary way — ♦
We see the gleam of dawn and say,
“It is not—is not—always night I”
Be strong, oh, soul! Be brave, faint heart 1
Bid ev’ry doubt and fear depart,
For God will make it all end right;
The promise is for me and you —
The shining shore comes into view—
It is not—is hot always night!
-t -i Yank H. Stauffer,in Good. Housekeeping:
KKELL’S JOHN.
Of all the dreary months of the year,
January is the dreariest, down by the
sea; being synonymous with high gales
and deluges of rain, alternated by snow
squalls and bitter, freezing cold. Lucky
the fisher who has been sufficiently fore
handed to allow himself a holiday during
that time. Better to doze by the hum
blest fireside, though the good wife scold
and the babies cry, than riding the win
ter waves, stung by the snow-bees and
numbed by the wind, with more than
likely a frozen noze or fingers to pay for
the toil.
If any mariners were awake to this in
disputable fact, the Stormhaven fishers
certainly were, for as January is the
dreariest winter month, so Stormhaven
was the dreariest place in which to spend
it. A poor, browbeaten little settlement,
whose sole boast was more wrecks and
drowned men than any neighboring vil
lage.
Shaken by the gales and lashed by the
waves, it boro a forlorn aspect of fright,‘
as not knowing in which quarter to look
for safety. The houses, built for protec
tion from the wind, faced all points of
the compass, and the streets in turn fol
lowed the ’erratic example of the dwell
ings; which, though undoubtedly con
venient, was scarcely according to a sur
veyor’s idea of beauty. In fact, on the
mildest summer day, Stormhaven was not
inviting in appearance; and now, in a
sputtering, angry snow-gust, which
chased the waves toppling over each
other toward the shore,. it looked like
some deserted ' in the polar
regions, rather thliir the respectable
Atlantic town it claimed to be on the
map.
Some signs of human life were visible
on the beach, however, in shape of four
men engaged in launching a fishing-boat,
regaf'dless of the driving flakes. Anything
but a cheerful party apparently, three of
the number wealing scowls varying in in
tensity from mild perplexity to.the deepest
wrath, while the fourth and youngest
concealed his brow, and consequently his
feelings, beneath an oil. skin cap drawn
low over hjs eyes.
In silence and gloom the quartet
worked on until the perplexed member’s
feelings overcame him. He was a mild
featured giant in a faded peajacket,
whose pockets he nervously explored as
he spoke.
“Ef wot we sed las’ night, Krell,
causes you ter go, in course we’d ha’
taken it back,” he slowly volunteered,
but his right-hand companion snapped
him up before the words fairly left his
mouth.
“Speak fer yerself, young feller,”
growled the second speaker, with dig
nity. ‘(Ef Tim’thy Krell ez hankerin’
fer a friz nose, let him get it, sez II Ef
a man iz gump enuff ter put off en sich
a sturm jes’ fer a few words, let him go,
sez I! Wot’s sed en joke sh’d be took
en joke, an’ ef a man makes arnest off it,
’tain’t my fault, nor yours nuther."
Number Two was short, stout, and
minus an eye; he wore a semicircular
piece of beard beneath his chin, extend
ing from ear to ear, where it was met by
a thicket of bushy locks, giving the ef
fect of a turbulent set of hair, out of
which his weather-beaten face shone like
a most aggressive little island.
A stubborn man was Number Two,
otherwise “Uncle Dan’l” (surname for
gotten, if he ever had one), chief wrang
ler at Bennet’s, the village exchange, and
a staunch upholder of his own opinions.
Obstinacy gleamed from his solitary op
tic, stubbornness bristled in his abundant
whiskers; even the manner in which he
planted* each short leg in the sand
evinced utter and entire immovability of
character.
But if Number Two was pertinacious,
Number Three could discount him. Pos
sibly the too bracing air of Stormhaven
was to blame for this superabundant firm
ness, which frequently proved most in
convenient to the possessors’ near of
kin.
Tall, • thin and grim, crowned by an
immense soujwester hat, Number Three
continued to haul the heavy boat toward
the surf, scrowling deeper at his co-labor
ers’ remarks, and grunting threatening re
torts beneath his breath meantime, the
force of which no one could quite catch,
but that were awesome from their very
unintelligibility.
Number Four said nothing. Being the
son of Number Three, he had proven
the golden value of silence from experi
ence.
Moreover, as his father and himself
were alone to make the voyage, he pre-
I ferred suffering a frozen nose peacefully,
rather than bringing down the parental
j vials of wrath to no purpose.
Most of the Stormhaven residents con
sidered “Kreli’s John" as rather weak
minded in giving way to his father's
oddities us he did: forbearance and sub
mission being nothing short of imbecili
ty, to their vigorous surroundings. At
twenty-four one .should have a will of
bis own, if bo ever expected to possess
such R thing; and surely a man of no
spirit is a poof creature. Rut Krell's
John pbreisted on his tranquil way, heed
less of' Criticism dr advice. He had a
very great reverence for the fifth Com
mandment, and a still greater horror Of
family disturbances.
He did not propose always spending
his time in Stormhaven. Some day (he
did not know exactly when, nor where,
nor hdw) he intended leaving the roar of
the elements and the smell of fish, to live
acoofdjng to his own fancy, among men
whose Jole interest in life would not turn
on the { direction of the weathercock or
the time of the tide; till then, why not
exist ifl peace?
The most convincing arguments in the
world yrould reboiind indiffcrently'ffom
r the chain-armor of his father’s Obstinacy;
80 whefefor waste of breath?
On ohe opinion alone he remained firm,
ip spite of threats, sneers and stormings.
That opinion, naturally, was the identi
cal one Of all others that he shouldn’t
have held, and the subject of it was
“Widder Durant’s Hannah.”
Hannah was pretty, and Hannah was
poor; tad, crowning crime of all, her
father had never caught a fish in his life,
being a city clerk, who, years before, car
ried off the beauty of the coast as his
wife, only at his death to send her back
broken in fortune, health and spirit. Of
course, the first-mentioned virtue could
not outweigh the latter sins; and like
wise, of course, she and Kreli’s meek,
dreamy John must needs fall in love.
Now, worldly pride has lodging even
in a fisherman’s breast, a Stormhaven
fisherman at that, and Timothy Krell was
by no means pleased with the daughter
his son proposed to present him.
He cpuld lay claim to more of the ex
ceedingly undesirable real estate of Storm
haven than any other man of the place;
gossip pinted that he had at least three
thousand dollars hoarded up in bank;
and lastly and most overwhelming, he
could tj-ace his ancestors away back into
the misty shades of the seventeenth cen
tury.
“An 1 every man o’ them followed
the watter 1” he was wont to conclude,
with a final bang of the fist on the store
counter, after holding forth on his
genealogy to an awe-struck circle at Ben
net’s,
Poor Hannah! She would fly like the
foam of the sea before the west wind
when she saw her prospective father-in
law loom up in the distance. She was a
timid little maid, with frightened, fawn
like eyes, and the life of solitude she led
with her sorrowful mothpr did not, tend
to make her more courageous; but she
would have braved almost anything for
her John, always and ever excepting
Timothy. On the morning of the fishing
trip she dared even that. Number Four
was busy with the fishing-tackle, when
the gleam of a scarlet shawl behind the
sand-hill caught his dye. His father saw
it, too, and grew a thunder-cloud in
aspect: for his son and heir, dropping
the lines, went to meet the wearer of the
brilliant garment.
“John, you’re never going out in the
storm?” cried the girl, clutching the sleeve
of his rubber ooat as he drew near. ‘ ‘They
were talking about it at the store
when I went in, and I couldn’t believe it
true. Oh, don’t—don’t risk your life in
the face of such a wind! Have a will
of your own, dear, just for once !”
“You foolish little lass,” said the
young man, smiling down at her. A
tall, awkward, fair-haired fellow, but
the tender look in his eyes would have
made even a plainer man handsome.
“Don’t you know I am more at home
on water than on land? I must go,
Hannah 1 You see Dan and Steve were
telling father last night about .no man
being able to go off while this storm
lasted, and he vows he’ll do it, just to
prove them wrong. You wouldn’t have
me let him go by himself, dear?”
She clasped her little brown hands
nervously. “Oh, won’t he give up!”
she faltered, knowing the folly of the
question before it left her lips.
John shook his head. ‘When did
he ever give up, Hannah?” he answered,
half biiterly, then stooped and kissed
the quivering mouth. “Good-by, little
girl; I’ll c*me back to you to-night if
wind and water can bring me,” he said,
lightly, and turned away to his disap
proving parent on the sand below.
“It’s a fool trip,” growled Dan’l the
stout, to Steve the tall, as the frail
little craft went rocking over the
boisterous waves. “I .give a doubt ef
they ever git back agin.”
“An’ all along of our darin’ him,” said
the downcast Stephen.
“Can’t you quit throwin’ it up ter a
feller everlastin’?” retorted his friend,
sharply. “Tim Krell allers wuz jek’ so
headstrong! Christopher, how I hate a
pig-headed man!” With which pious
ejaculation uncle Dan’l wended his way
back to his customary perch on Bennet’s
cracket-bov, his conscience-pricked ad
mirer trotting at his heels.
Darkness came early that winter day,
and by 5 o'clock even young eyes could
see no 1 linger.
Hannah folded her sewing at last, and
pinned her shawl tightly around her.
“Mother, I shall just run down to Mrs.
Krell’s, to see if the boat is in,” she said,
shyly, turning the handle of the door as
she spoke.
“To Krells’!" The widow rose to her
feet with astonishment. “Why, Hannah,
where is your self-respect? Going to
those that have scorned you in every way;
they’ll turn you from the door for vour
pains!” she expostulated, indignantly.
“I am going, nevertheless,” persisted
the girl, with a faint little laugh. “I
must know if John is safe,” and the
closing of the door shut her out from
further argument.
From the window her mother watched
her go drifting away before the wind,
with angry thoughts rising in her heart.
It was very bitter to see her child, so
sweet and fair aud dainty beside the
rougher village girls, looked down on by
those unworthy to bear her company. In
her way the widow was proud, and
prouder than Timothy Krell, and hated
the thought of John as a son far worse
than he did Hannah for a daughter.
“It shall never be,” she thought to
herself, as she turned to the fire with a
sigh. “I’ll take Hannah and go away
inland first, iam dfie of them, but she
is different. She is a lady, my little girl;
and John Krell is nothing but a great
awkward fisher-lad. A married woman's
life is a sad one at best.”
* * * * * *
“Why, Lor’ bless us! It’s only Mis’
Durant’s Hannah?” cried Mrs. Timothy,
in disappointment as the door opened to
the girl’s hand, too anxious even to ex-
Eress her disfavor. "I made out it would
e Tim and John for sure.”
‘Then the boat isn’t in?” said her
visitor, dismayed at the fulfillment of her
fears.
Mrs. Timothy pursed Up her mouth
with a look of solemn foreboding, and
shook her head disconsolately.
“Indeed ’tisn’t. An’ the sturm off
shore is that bad the men can’t get down
ter look fer her. But set by, Hannah;
I’ll be glad enough O' your comp’ny till
they come, ” motioning the girl to a seat,
with unusual hospitality.
So they waited in silence for hours, It
seemed to Hannah, every nerve and
sense strained to catch some token of the
absent ones. The wife's car was the first
to hear the sound of footsteps coming
through the gate.
“Here they be!” she cried, joyfully;
and before the echo of her voice died
away Timothy Krell entered. White
faced as a niuu of snow, his frozen gar
ments rattling about him, and a look of
blankness in nis eyes like one that has
sight and yet is blind. Striding to the
fire, he leaned his head on the wooden
shelf, and stood there, shivering and
trembling as if with mortal cold.
The women gazed at one another with
pale checks. What might it mean, this
solitary man? Where was his son?
And yet his wife darted not break the
dreadful silence.
Suddenly beside him uprose a form,
that to the wretched man seemed an
avenging angel, with wide, dark eyes full
of reproach.
“Where is my John?" questioned
Hannah, laying her hand on his bent
shoulder. But, with a cry of horror he
shook it off, and fled to the room above,
barring the door against friend and foe.
The girl stood as he left her, her face
turned upward, listening. A keener
blast of- wind struck tho house and
whistled through the shutters with a
sound that was almost human.
“Hush!” she said, with a warning,
lifted finger. “My John is calling met
I’m oomfng, dear, I’m coming 1” and so
went out in the blackness and tumult.
All that terrible night, while the wind
howled and the water roared, the old
man paced up and down his chamber,
the noise of ms footsteps sounding now
loud, now low. In the room beneath,
with pitying neighbors trying to soothe
her, his wife mourned her only" son;
while out in the wind and storm, with
lantern and torch, the men searched for
the living or dead.
The storm died away to a far-off wail;
one by one the flickering, yellow flames
of the lanterns grew dim in the
light of coming day—a day so
bright and peaceful, that before its beau
ty the memory of the night might have
faded like some fearful dream, only for
the quiet burden which the searchers,
with uncovered heads, bore reverently
from the beach. Cast high on the frozen
sands, in the crimson light of morning,
they had found Kreli’s J ohn, robed with
more dignity in death, poor lad, than he
ever hail owned in life; and close beside
him, with her head on his silent breast,
lay Hannah. Had she found him so on
the sand, or had the waves cast them to-
f ether as if in rebuke to parents and
indred? None may say; for the cold
had set a seal on Hannah’s lips, as on
her lover’s, not to be broken by human
skill.
Stormhaven never knew the true secret
of that night; it could only piece out
Sents from the upturned boat which
and in days later; and from the dis
jointed words of the man who sat crouch
ing over the fire at Kreli’s cottage. “To
drown in sight of land! One shall be
taken and the other left 1” over and over
he murmured to himself, till death merci
fully came one day and stopped the work
ing of the poor, wandering brain; and
Timothy Krell’s stubborn, willful, re
morseful life on earth was ended.
But the mothers still lived on. Women,
widowed and made childless by the sea,
were plentiful in Stormhaven, and sym
pathy there was not given to much out
ward demonstration. Yet, in after years,
when the coast history was reeled forth
by some ancient mariner for the enlighten
ment of the summer and the story
of Krell’s John was told in its turn, the
historian would close with: “Well, ’twuz
hard lines for the widders. But He
knowed best, I reckon, fer He took ’em
together in death, which ez more’n they'd
ever ha’ bin en life, poor children!” After
which he would “blow the wind fer
makin’ his eyes watter,” were the day
never so tranquil. —Frank Leslie's.
Working Under Difficulties.
In describing the building of a house
in Teheran, Persia, the late consul, S. G.
W. Benjamin, says: “It is interesting to
watch the builders at work. They wear
long tunics, which are tucked into their
girdles when working, displaying a
length and muscular development of
limb I have never seen equaled elsewhere.
The one above sings out in a musical
tone, ‘Brother, in the name of God, toss
me a brick.’ The one below, as he
throws the brick, sings in reply: ‘Oh, my
brother (or, oh, son of my unole), in the
name of God, behold a brick!’”
M. Develle, the new French ministerol
agriculture, nover saw a plow,
VjQL. XI. NO. 2.
THE VILLA.OR CHOIR.
H*n a bar, half a bar;
Half a bar onward!
Into an awful ditch,
Choiijand Precentor hitch,
In Uf a mess of pitch,
They led the Old Hundred.
Trebles to right of tbem.
Tenors to left of them,
Basses in front of them,
Bellowed and thundered.
Oh, that Precentor's loek,
When the sopranos took
Their own time and hook,
From the Old Hundred.
Screeched all the trebles hare,
Boggled the tenors there,
Raising the parson’s hair,
While his mind wandered;
theirs not to reason why
This psalm was pitched too high;
Theirs but to gasp and cry
Out the Qld Hundred.
Trebles to right of them,
Tenors to left of them,
Basses In front of them,
Bellowed and thundered.
Stormed they with shout and yell,
Not wise they rang, nor well,
Drowning the sexton’s bell,
While all the church wondered.
Dire the Precentor’s glare,
Flashed his pitchfork in air,
Sounding the fresh keys to bear
Out the Old Hundred.
Swiftly he turned his back,
Reached he his hat from rack,
Then from the screaming pack
Himself he sundered.
Tenors to right of him,
Trebles to left of him,
Discords behind him
Bellowed and thundered.
Oh, the wild howls they wrought;
Right to the end they fought!
Some tune they saug, but not,
Not the Old Hundred.
— Andre's Joum
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
Always brings down the house—A
cyclone.— lA/e.
It is the man with the dark beard who
never says dye.
The laundress’daily "soliloquy: “Aye,
there’s the rub 1"
“Dried apple” parties are said to be
very swell affairs. -i
A tinder sentiment
match manufacturers. —National Weekly.
An exchange has the heading “Peace,
Not War.” Now did anybody ever say
it was?— Judge.
Now is the season of the year
The ioeman’s sides with laughter shake.
For now he gets his ice for nothing,
He retails for ton cents a cake.
—Lynn Union.
With a population of 800,000,000,
China has not a single pauper. This is
easily explained by the fact that all the
Chinese paupers come to this country.
—New York Graphic.
“She’s a pretty little maiden,
With more than twenty beaux,
And now she go* skating,
Over fields of wintry sneaux."
, —Kingston Freeman.
It was customary in the olden time to
ratify a contract by a bent coin. And
so hard as it is to change old customs
that even to this day there is often some
thing crooked about contracts. — New
York Graphic.
A New Yorker offers to cure a case of
hydrophobia by the sweating cure for
SBOO. We fear it would make the pa
tient sweat so profusely to pay the bill
that he would have a fatal relapse.—Nor
ristown Herald.
If an 8 and i and an o and a u, with an xat
the end spell “Bu,”
And an e and a v and an e spell “i,” pray
what is a speller to do?
Then if also an sand an i and a g and an h e
and spell “cide,”
There’s nothing much left for a speller to do
but to go and commit Biouxeyesighed.
—Chicago Sews.
Wife—“ There! the paper says that the
Redwood family, out in the Yosemite val
ley, are often seen with trunks forty feet
in diameter. Now, don’t you ever com
plain of the size of my trunks again,
Richard. These Redwoods aren’t much
of a family, either.. I never heard of
them.” *
Treasure From the Tasty Deep.
The Vigo Bay Treasure company re
ceived by the Lord Gough on her last trip
a curious collection of articles taken from
the treasure galleons sunken in the har
bor of Vigo, Spain, in 1702. There are
specimens of logwood and mahogany
that, in spite of their 184 years’ submer
sion, are in a perfect state of preserva
tion. Dyers who have experimented
with the logwood state that it is even
better for dyeing purposes than the wood
now imported. The mahogany, too, is
very fine and solid. One log has arrived
twelve feet long and twenty-two by
thirty-two inches square, which is now
being sawed up to be used in the manu
facture of furniture and walking sticks
for mementoes. The chief curiosity,
however, is an ancient pulley-block, four
and a half feet high by three feet broad,
with four solid copper sheaves, eighteen
inches in diameter. It is of solid oak,
and was probably used in hoisting heavy
articles of merchandise or the anchors.
'The wood is perfectly preserved, but an
iron band is completely corroded away,
while the copper wheeli are only slightly
oxidized.
The last reports from the engineer in
diiarge of the work of raising the treasure
galleons state that they have now exca
vated the mud from about the aides of
the Almirantc, a galleon carrying forty
four guns, and commanded nearly two
centuries ago, as the ancient histories
have it, by Admiral Manuel de Velasco.
The machinery is now working wall, and
it is expected that tha Aimlraute will
soon be raised to tha surface. — PMUtUi
fhia Prttt,