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BY T. L. GANTT. OGLETHORPE ECHO PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, 13Y T- L. GANTT, .Editor and Proprietor. 1 —!!l—”-!!!'-!?' T TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. Where paid strictly in advance $2 00 Where payment delayed 6 months 2 50 Where payment delayed 12 months... 3 OO GASH RATES OF ADVERTISING. The following table shows our lowest cash rates for advertising. No deviation will be made from them in any case. Parties can readily tell what their advertisement will cost them before it is inserted. We count our apace by the inch. TIME, i in. 2 in. 3 in. 4 in. I col \ col. 1 col 1 w r k7sLoO*2Oo $3.00 $4.00 $6.00 SIO.OO sl4 2 “ 1.75 2.75 4.00 5.00 8.00 13.00 18 3 “ 2.50 3.25 5.00 6.00 10.00 16.00 22 4 “ 3.00 4.00 6.00 7.00 11.00 18.88 26 5 “ 3.50 4.50 6.00 8.00 12.00 20.00 30 “ 4.00 5.00 7.50 8.00 13.00 22.00 33 8 5.00 6.00 9.0010.00 15.00 25.00 40 mos, 6.00 8.0011.0014.00 18.00 30.00 50 4 “ 7.00 10.0014.0017.00 21.00 35.00 50 " 8.50 12.0016.00 20.00 26.00 45.00 75 6 “ 10.00 15.0020.00 25.00 33.00 60.00 100 12“ 12.00 18.00 24.00 30.00 40.(>0 7 5.00 120 LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS. Sheriff Sales, per levy, 10 lines (X* Executors’, Admini4trators’ and Guardi an’s Sales, per square :....: 7 00 Each additional square 5 00 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 30 days, 4 00 Notice of Leave to sell, 30 days 3 00 Letters of Administration, 30 days 4 00 Letters of Dismission, 3 months 5 00 Letters of Guardianship, 30 days., 4 00 T/otter* of Dis. Guardianship, 40 days.... 3 75 Homestead Notices, 2 insertions 2 00 Rule Nisi’s per square, each insertion... 1 00 GEORGIA RAILROAD SCHEDULE The following is the schedule on the Geor gia Rail rond, with time of nrrival'at and de parture from every station on the Athens Branch: UP DAY PASSENGER TRAIN. Ji*ave Augustn at t 8:4. r > a. in. Arrive at Union Point ..12:27 p. ni. Leave Union Point .......12:52 p. m. Arrive at Atlanta 5:45 p. m. DOWN DAY PASSENGER TRAIN. Leave Atlanta at 7:00 a. m. Arrive at Union Point i •.•.*.•.11:32 a. m. Jarnve Union Point ......11:33 a. m. Arrive at Augusta 3:30 p. in. UP NIGHT PASSENGER TRAIN. Leave Augnsta|at.„ 8:15 p. m. Arrive at Atlanta 6:25 a. in. Remains one minute at Union Point. ATHENS BRANCH TRAIN. DAY TRAIN. Time Stations. Arrive. Depart, bet. a tips. A. M. Athens 8 45 2o Wintersville 0 10 9 15 30 Crawford 9 45 9 50 25 Antioch 10 15 10 18 15 Maxey’s 10 33 10 35 15 Woodville 10 50 10 55 20 sJnion Point 11 15 UP TRAIN. 'Union Point...P. M. 100 20 Woodville 1 20 1 25 15 Maxey’s 1 40 1 45 15 Antioch 2 00 2 05 25 Crawford 230 ! 235 30 Wintersville 3 05 3 10 25 Athens 3 35 | NIGHT TRAIN— Down*. Athens a. m. 10 00 25 Wintersville 10 25 10 30 30 •Crawford 11 00 11 05 25 Antioch 11 30 11 32 15 Maxey’s 11 47 11 49 15 Woodville 12 04 12 10 25 Union Point 12 35 a. m. Up NiplU Train. V nion Point 355 • 25 Woodville 4 20 4 24 15 Maxey’s 4 39 4 41 15 Antioch 4 56 4 58 25 Crawford ...' 5 23 5 27 30 Wintersville (. 5 57 6 02 28 Athens 6 30 MISCELLANEOUS. Great Reduction in Prices of WATSON & CLARK’S POPULAR GUANO ox* 3NO lbs. Middling Cotton, Payable Nov. list, Freight $12.40 Cush, Added, or at s6l, PAYABLE NOVEMBER IST, Or 407 lbs. of Middling Cotton, and no Freight Charge#. K S. MARTIN, c A SV SEED YAMS I HAVE A NICE LOT OF SEED YAMS for mle. fcb2s-3t THOS. H. HOSIER. ®ife #gletl)or}K €cl|o. Written for the Oglethorpe Echo.} Shadow of the Cross. BY FRANK. To warn us of the “fowler’s snare’’ orrkitan’s deadly thrall, The shadow of our Master’s cross must on our pathway fall. “In every lot there is a cross”—placed there iu tender love, To cleanse from dross and fit our hearts for fairer scenes above. A shadow only—not the cross. He knows what we can bear: “ A bruised reed he will not break,” nor add to grief despair. Neglect and shame may crush our joy, an east wind ever blow To wither here our fondest hope and cause our tears to flow. Hut cheer thee, brother! cheer thee now —the shadow is riot dense— Look up and through the darksome Cldtid, behold God’s providence! The turbid waters soon we’ll eross—our barque is on the tide — The golden shore is close at hand—Heaven’s gates are open wide. Guilty or Not Guilty. The following touching poem we clip from an exchange, and set it adrift on the sea of literature: She stood at the bar of justice, A creature wan and wild, In form too small for a woman, In face too old for a child; For a look so worn and pathetic Was stamped on her pale, young face, It seemed long years of suffering Must have left trace. “ Your name,” said the Judge as he eyed her Witli kindly look, yet keen, “ Is”—“Mary McGuire, if you please sir,” “ And your age?” “I’m turned fifteen.” “ Well, Mary,” and then from a paper He slow ly and sadly read, “ You’re charged here, I’m sorry to say it, With stealing three loaves of bread. “ You look not like an offender, Arid I hope that you can show r The charge to be false. Now, tell me, Are vou guilty of this, or no?” A passionate burst of weeping Was at first the sole reply, But she dried her eyes in a moment, And looked in the Judge’s eye. “ I will tell you how it was, sir: My father and mother are dead, And my little brothers and sisters Were hungry and asked me for bread. At first I earned it for them By working hard all day, But somehow times were hard, sir, And the work it fell away. “ I cotild get no mofe employment; The weather was bitter cold* The young ottes Cried and shivered— (Little Johnny’s hut four years old) — I took—Oh, was it stealing? The bread to give to them.” Every man in the court-room— Gray beard and thoughtless youth— Knew, as he looked upon her, That the prisoner spoke the truth. Out from their pockets came ’kerchiefs, Out from their eyes sprung tears, And out from their old faded wallets Treasures hoarded for yebt*. The Judge’s face was a study— The strangest you ever saw, As he cleared his throat and murmured Something about the law; For one so learned in such matters— So wise in dealing with men, He seemed, on a simple question, Sorely puzzled just then-. But no one blamed him or wondered When at last these words they heard: " The sentence of this young prisoner Is for the present deferred !” And no one blamed him or Wondered When he went to her and smiled, And tenderly led from the court-room Mary, the “ guilty” child. THE OLD POCKET-BOOK. It was New Year’s Eve. Every store was open, from the grand palace empori ums to the narrow stalls where pennies were treasures. Out of the busy throng who wended their way through the noisy streets, there was one with whom my reader is asked to take a brisk stroll upon the New Year’s Eve in question. He is a tall man, past fifty, with curling, iron gray hair, kindly blue eyes, and a face that, having a gravity resting upon it habitually, can light to sunniest bright ness when kindnesss or humor stif the radiant smiles. Into the jeweller’s to select a pair of costly ’bracelets; out again to enter a neighboring toy-shop, where a life-size baby doll, a rocking horse, baby house and sled w ere only foundations for the piles of expensive toys that caught his eyes; over to the confectioner’s where white bags nrßFfip&ed Tinder his direc- into a dry goods store, for an In dian scarf his wife had admired a day or two before, and where dresses for the servant girls could be selected:; in and out, busy and happy, piling pockets and arms, Charles Haughton spent nearly two hours in the heart of Broadway. Everywhere he met the most and deferential attention. Smiling clerks moved with alacrity to fill his or ders, and courteous cashiers gracefully accepted his handsome checks. For his face was well known as that of a pros perous merchant, and his name was good for over a million dollars. His pretty, winsome wife w T as a belle in the most aristocratic circles, and his children had never had a wish ungratified. His house in Fifth 'avenue was well known for its lavish hospitality and the beauty of every appointment, and no handsom er equipages or more costly horses were found than those that carried Mrs. Haughton from her home and back again. Charles Haughton had nearly com pleted his purchases, and was hurrying CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 16, 1875. from the front of one of the toy stores he patronized, when his foot struck something upon the pavement, and look ing down he saw a small pocket-book. He lifted it and looked around him fed an owner; but there w r as no one who seemed to miss such an article. There was no time to examine it, so he thrust it into his breast pocket and hurried on. Having completed his arrangements for the morrow, he went to his library for a quiet smoke before retiring. He was puffing slowly, when he recalled the pocket-book he had picked up in the street. Thrusting his hand into his pock et, he brought it to the light. It was a very shabby affair, the leath er worn at the corners, the inside dilap idated, and the fastening a piece of twine. “ Some poor soul, who could ill afford it, has lost this,” the merchant thought pityingly and on New Year’s Eve, too. It is too bad. Let me see if there is any clue to the owner.” He took out two folded papers, each containing a small sum of money, and each eloquent of the poverty of the owner. At the sight of the first Charles Haughton started and sank into a revery, painful and sweet at the same time. The paper was a grocer’s bill for four dollars and eighty-three cents, made out to “Mrs. Edward Hill,” and iuside was a five dollar note. The thought of the man who looked at it ran something in this wise : “ Mrs. Edward Hill! Can that be Mat tie Hunter—pretty danted-eyed Hattie, who ran away with Ned Hill because her father would not give his only child to a man who found too much comfort in a whiskey bottle. Pretty Mattie! How angry she was with me when I tried to make her see that Ned w r as not the angel or hero she imagined him. She said I was jealous. Well, perhaps I was.” And the prosperous city merchant went baek in imagination to the days when he was a country boy, desperately in love with the minister’s daughter, Mattie Hunter. He called his bitter jealously of the gay city fop, Edward Hill, who came to the village and fasci nated Mattie by his fine dress, his smooth courtesy and airs of superiority. He thought of the father’s oppression, his grief and his death, when holding Charles Haughton’s hand in his own, he left his forgiveness for the wilful child, should she ever return. She jlcft a void in the honest, loving heart that was not filled for many years. Restless and lonely, Charles had gladly ac cepted an offer from an uncle In New York to enter his counting house, and rising rapidly, he had finally, at his uncle’s death, inherited his for tune and business, and when past forty had married a belle of society, whose love was his great happiness, whose chil dren were the idols of their father’s heart. And now, twenty long years after he had last seen her face, Mattie’s name stirred ari|these old recollections in his heart. “It may not he the same,” he thought; “itis a common name.” Then he unfolded the second paper, and here a penciled slip, folded over a two dollar note, explained the errand on New Year’s Eve that had resulted in the loss of the pocket-book. For the pitiful memorandum ran : “ Ball for Eddy, 10 cents; grapes for Mattie, 25 cents ; bushel of coal 40 cents; toy for Minnie, 10 cents; candies, 15 cents ; dinner, etc., $1.00.” “Eddy! Mattie 1” Charles Haughton thought. “It is Mattie Hill! Ah me! She must be very poor when she calcu lates so closely. Let me look at the grocer’s hill. Bread, milk, brown sugar, cheap tea —everything of the meanest quantities. Poor Mattie ! Little children, too ! Oh I must find out about her, and —let me see. I owe her father many a kindness, and lam a rich man. I’ll be gin anew year with a payment of Mr. Hunter’s goodness to me, if I find it is his child.” He opened his pocket-book, and tak ing a crisp bank-note, folded it In a pa per, upon which he wrote, “ Mattie Hill, from an old friend,” and put it in the shabby pocket-book. Then he glanced at his watch, and whispered i “ Only a little after 10. Everything will be open late to-night, and I can find this grocer}’ store and makes some inqui ries.” Before he left the house he hovered a few minutes over the collection of toys in the nursery, selecting a few, and then he hurried ©n his errand, to find the grocer just putting up his shutters. “ Can you tell me,” he asked, “anything about a Mrs. Hill, who deals with you?” The man put down the shutter and motioned the questioner into the store. His rounds good-natured face wore a troubled look as he asked : “What do von Want to know for? She’s in sore trouble, every way, and if its bad news—” “It is not,” was the emphatic reply, “ I want to her a kindness.” “Poor, soul, she needs if. She is very poor, with a consumptive daughter dying by inches, and two little ones. Five she’s buried, sir.” “Where is her husband ?” “Dead, sir, the Lord be thanked? He went off three years ago in delirium tremens. “ How does she live?” “From hand to mouth, sewing by hand for a tailor’s store, and that is poor Say, now machines are so plenty. She id better while Miss Mattie could work too, but now she has her to nurse and feed. To-night, poor soul, she was to get ten dollars for some work, and she came in here an hour or more ago to tell ine that she had lost her pocket-book and the money. Her hands were chilled and it slipped out.” Charles Haughton looked round the little store and his eyes brightened as a kindly idea came to his mind. “ You could fill a large order?” u Oh, yes sir.” .“ Fill this one forme, and send it to Mrs. Hill s address in the morninff What is the bill ?” 1 Never, probably, had so large a sum for one order passed over the little coun ter, as the grocer consented in happv excitement. “Will you give me Mrs. Hill’s address?” “ Three doors above, sir, on the third floor. You go in at the open door next the clothing store.” “ Good-night.” “ Good-night, sir, and God bless you for a kind-hearted gentleman.” Tt was a very narrow doorthat Charles Haughton entered, and a narrow flight of stairs that led him to the third floor. Quiet reigned in the miserable house, and he could hear quite distinctly the voices of women conversing in the room he sought. One was broken by sobs— the other weak and often interrupted by a hard, dry cough. The latter voice was saying: “ Don’t cry so, mother—some honest person may find the money -and return it.” “I can’t advertise it, Mattie—l can’t even buy a paper to see if it is found. And I promised the children a piece of meat and some candy and toys for New Year, because we could give them no Christinas gifts.” “Was Mr. Hart angry about his bill ?” “ No, he was very kind. But there is Mr. Lee coming day after to-morrow for the rent, and not a cent to meet it, even if we are not all dead with hun ger and 'cold.” Charles Haughton drew from his pocket the shabby pocket-book, and knotting it fast to the string of the pack age of toys and candies he carried, put it before the door of the room. Mattie’s weak voice greeted him as he stopped, saying: A rap at the door startled both wo men, but the widow, candle in hand, opened it at once. Nobody greeted her, for Charles Haughton was hidden be hind a curve in the wall, but her foot struck the bundle and she looked down. With a cry of joy that thrilled the heart of the hidden listener, she lifted it saying: “ Mattie! Mattie! it is here 1” “Your money, mother ?” “ My pocket-book—tied to a bundle J” “In her excitement she left the door open, and from his hidden place her old lover could see and recognize her. She was very thin and pale, and her hair was thickly strewn with gray, but it was the face he had loved twenty years before. The open door showed him the wretch ed room, the two children asleep upon a mattress upon the floor, and the pallid Woman upon the bed. With trembling fingers the mother and daughter untied the pocket-book. “It is all here, Mattie,” the mother cried, “and a folded paper—“ Mattie Hill, from an old friend,” and inside I am I awake ! it can’t be true. A hundred dol lar bill.” “ Mother!” “It is here—look ! Now, Mattie, you shall have a fire at night, a blanket, and some nourishing food. You will get well, Mattie!” And here happy sobs came too fast for words. Mattie drew' her mother into a close embrace. “ Come, you forget your bundle,” she said., gently. “ Oh, only look ! Eddy’s hall, and such a beauty! A doll for Minnie, and a lovely one too; a top and a tea set! And pounds of candy 1” Then a violent fit of coughing re minded the mother of the open door, and Charles Haughton, shut out in the dark, crept softly down the stairs, full of kindly resolutions. Before he had reach ed home, several stores had a call from him, with orders for the morrow, and he bent over his own sleeping darlings with a heart happier for the evening’s work. It was long after midnight when Mrs. Hill, still wondering who her “ old friend” could be, lay down to sleep, only to rise at dawn half afraid her happiness was ■all adfeam. Before the breakfast was over, while Minnie watched her doll, and Eddy held his ball fast in his hand, the neigh bors wondered if the Hills had come in to a fortune. For, first of all, a ton of coal was dumped into the widow’s coal box, with a load of wood for company. Mr. Hart sent in a supply of groceries that seemed inexhaustible. A dry goods wagon brought a pair of warm blankets, rolls of cotton and flannel, shawls and a great square of thick, warm carpet. A market basket was-left with an enormous goose, oysters, celery,'©ranges, grapes, jellies, and other good things too numerous to mention. And last of all, a wagon brought a sewing machine, marked like the note, From an old friend.” No need to touch the note, which Mattie put aside carefully for a rainy day. Mattie, comforted and cheered by this sudden'influx of plenty, rallied little by little, gaining in the well warmed room, with good fowl and an ease of mind long a stranger to her. Nobody knew the story of the old pocket-bock, and Mattie did not guess who sent her such noble New Year’s gifts, but the rich merchant finds no happier thought in his record of the year than the memory of Mattie’s happy face and voice as he last saw them from the dark entry of her dwelling-house. John Robinson. —The Republicans of Cincinnati, regarding it good policy to omit a nomination for Mayor, will probably accept “ Uncle” John Robin son, the famous showman, as an inde pendent candidate against Johnston, and fill up the ticket with straight Republi cans. “ Uncle John” is a man of sense, and is extremely popular with “ the boys,” while he enjoys the respect of the whole community. He is, altogether, a Democrat. —Dayton Journal. ITEMS OF INTEREST. Lee, Mass., has a 187 pound dog. The Augusta, Ga., jail is haunted. Russia has a peasant nine feet tall. In England there is one locomotive to each halt mile of railroad. The Miller ites now keep the day they are going up a profound secret. A magazine writer has discovered that the Atlantic ocean is drying up. There is so much snow in New Found land that they cannot bury the dead. An Irish paper gives an account of a farmer who was publicly stoned to death. A new cannon has just been patented in Washington that will fire five hundred shots per minute. The Charley Ross hat—so called from containing a picture of that modern Jq seph—is in market A Rochester German dug out the eyes of a cow because she would not go fast enough for him. In computing a man’s age, Chinamen always reckon as though he was a year old at the time of his birth. A new made grave in Connecticut shows where the man is who last week drank five glasses of whiskey at one sit ting. There is a Cyclops on exhibition in Paris—a man’from Australia with only one eye, and that in the middle of his forehead. A youth of nine committed a rape upon his little sister, aged six, in Talla dega, recently, seriously injuring the lit tle one. The postage on transient newspapers, merchandise, etc., hereafter is to be one cent an ounce, instead of one cent for two ounces. A man in fflinois broke into the house of a widow. She pitched him out of doors. A striking evidence of the power of a widow’s might. A Jerbey City youth has left home because they would not have pie for din der. He is r-robably secreted in soipa country printing office. Real estate in tile best locations in London is worth $135 per square foot; in New York, $113; in Chicago $33 ; in San Francisco, $22. The New Orleans Times *>a.y& it is all a mistake about Gen. living in Georgia. He is still in New Orleans and intends to remain there. Madame McMahon refuses to dress in the Paris fashions. “ The example of strumpets,” says she, “is not more wor thy of imitation in matters of dress than in morals.” After Blondin walked across Niagara on a wire cable, he told a lady that not one or the spectators could carry his bal ancing pole the same distance, on level ground. According to the latest statistics, the Baptists have 21,510 churches, 14,354 or dained ministers, and a total membership of 1,761,161. During the last year 102,- 496 persons were baptised. A darkey went into the hotel in El berton the other day and availed himself of his glorious privilege of eating at the first table. Funeral postponed on ac count of the bad weather. Three lions were sold in Ohio the day for $2,200, sixty monkeys for $540, an elephant for $5,600, two camels for SB6O, a zebra fur SI,OOO, two kangaroos for $350, and a grizzly bear for $l7O. In England and Wales there are-up wards of 500,000 more females than males. The widows number 873,000. A collec tion will he taken up next Sunday in the various churches to send “ Wanderer” there. A novel game of billiards was played in Connecticut, recently, between Mr. Melvin Foster and Mr. Frank Adams, the latter using his fingers and making a thousand or nothing, and winaiag the game. A NEW lamp has been patented foe taking photographs at night, which ks said to equal sunlight in its effects and intensity. So even the sun is not so in pensable as he might be to ingenious and artistic man. What next? The Thomasville Herald says that a few days ago, on the road leading from that place to Mr. F. C. Rawlings, and near a deep gully, the ground to the ex tent of about one-half acre sunk to the depth of two feet below the surface. Enoch Arden cases hgve not been very plenty of late, Quincy, 111., now furnishes one. John Bimpson, a wealthy manufacturer, left that place six years ago for Europe with two daugh ters, and was supposed to’bftve sailed on the ship United Kingdom, was never heard from. News is .pow recei ved that Bimpson and his fUutghters are alive and coming home. In the mean time Mrs. Bimpson has collected $5,000 life insurance on Mr. Bimpson’s policy, married again, and has a child by her second husband. Mr. and Mrs. Barron, of Cincinnati, are a strangely mated couple. Mr. Barrron is a German, and cannot speak English. Mrs. Barron is an American, and cannot speak German. How their courting was done is a matter for con jecture. How they disagreed has been {mblished. The husband, after they had ived together a month, whipped his wife brutally. She understood that well enough,the language of blows being uni versal, and had him arrested. In court an interpreter helped them to converse with each other. The husband promis ed reform, the wife forgave, and they went home together. VOL. I—NO. 25,. DEVILTRIES. A sweet chapter—Jennysis. Door mats are much won* at this season. Men who never do wrong seldom ; do anything. Carpets are bought by the yar • and worn by the foot — — The hardest thing tq deal i|rish — An old pack qf cards. -r-r-r To have a boy fallow a gqo4 - ample, hitch a brass band to it. , M hi - the way some bad boys put it now. The wearer of cqrdqroy pants must believe in earthly imm ol< t*Rty. Some men, to “ blow their owp •. horn,” swallow one to give them a atari. Josh Billings says: " Tew eqjov .• a good reputashun, giv publicly and steal v privately.” 1 There is a “ Charm” in March.. Every one can find it by transposing - the letters, if in no other way. —=& It looks suspicious, to say the ■ least, to see two milkmen go to law about the right of possession to a spring, —a- A lady who advertised a lecture • on the subject of” Moods,” was disgusted in not having the “ first person present” : when a woman begins to get red at the • root of the hair it is regarded as a storm • signal. A woman with a heart to love and no one to love, is like a man with a cold in his head and no handkerchief tq • nurse it. this butter?” Thank you, ma’am. I her - long to the Good Templars. Gtuf £ t+fc * anything strong.” r White Guest—“ You don’t mean to say you intend to occupy this bed with me?” Colored ditto-r Yes, bqt don’t ’pologize, I can stand it it you ( car.” Hearing, during the war, that the • Confederate troops had burned Harper’s . Ferry, a very intelligent young lady in nocently inquired, hojf the managed to, burn the water ? “Julius, Impose you knqw dd eibil rights bill am passed,” said one dm* key to another, recently. “ Jesso. White folks got to surpect we ’publicans now,” ’ was the indignant reply. A clergyman in lowa stood in his ; door and warned a donation party that the first one who entered his gate would • be a dead man. Qesaid# jyas bail enough to tok hslf his pay in beans,, without having b?s bouse destroyed.. Only a woman?* frair / ffyy date • you speak so ? We say hogr beautiful to . look upon. Who has not picked a blade or golaen thread from his coat collar t How grand • bqiy gagging to find one , in a biscuit. , M mused a • big boy, as h.e made his way home, “ I’d be stabled, rubbed .down £nd fed j I’m a boy apd I’ve got to go home, kega knives, cut wood, water, and roek that durned old baby tor an hour and a half.” —— They got Wah Tsing, a Cali for-. uia Chinaman, on the gallows, the other day, with a rope around his neck, and he • inquired of William Nve, the Shviff; : “ Chokee like hell!” “ Ifes,” said Wi£ liam. “chokee, you bet,” apd they - ped him. • ' r —• A young lady, whole y+lkapg her lover, was attacked by a dog, that seized her by the breast anp tope tyt ftpm . her body. He fainted, but the lady wept for the dbg, saying: “ Thpt •’ere cost me a dollar, apd warn’t fpr a dog to. chaw up F’ -—lf you have water to deal with which may have been infected by the ax*, creta of typhoid fever patients, be sure to boil it well, then filter it through char coal, then b<?il it again, apd then—theow it away. A York paper, speaking of General Tracy’s bravery in battle, says that he charged at the head of his colump on many a bloody field, and after dtp. battle was often seen quietly sitting pn-. der a tree and combing the cannpp ppftn. outof his hair. —— There is a woman in Gincifroatf ; who has triplets, and another .wb? owns . three pair.pf twins. They djpngggeas > which of them holds the best hand, Iprse of a kind beats two pain, hut jjre dpp’t know how many of a kdu£ it Apkes .to, beat three pairs. inquired a traveller in Texas, as he drove up to a fawn-house, whioh contained the post-office which he ipad seen marked : out by that name op the map. “ Indeed, my replied the person addressed, “ you are>p the heart of the city.” While the ladies of Oneida were working at the polls for the election of a non-licepse board of excise, one of them received the following note: “My Dew- Wife—l have washed the baby, pot her to bed, reansed out the diapers, and made up the biscuit doe; what snail Ido next? Your loving husband, .” Such a man is handy to have in any family.” An old farmer purchased eight vards of homespun from Crit Saturday, and our friend asked him if there was “ nothing else.” He laid several han dles on the counter, held up his bands with several strings on tie fingers, and said : “ Let me see! That red stritMt is for bar-soap —that rag for a bmnm tnm blue cord is for a calico duos tlimhuifr means four pounds of sugar-mmi-tUa other string for homespun. ing more,” ...