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HISTORICAL SKETCHES.
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Life and Exploits of Nancy Hart.
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BY ALBERT WINTER.
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Specially Prepared for the Oglethorpe Echo.
NUMBER IV.
Since writing the last sketch, I have
found additional evidence that the Lord
Gordon who made the settlement before
referred to in ilkes county was the
same one who figured in the no-Popery
riots in London ; and I find also that my
memory, or my pen rather, caused me to
make Gordon appear in Dickens’ 44 Tale
of Two Cities” instead of 44 Barnaby
Rudge,” where he properly belongs. I
hasten to make this correction because it
is my object to make these sketches as
nearly correct in every respect as any
thing human may hope to be. But, then,
when such men as Mr. Stephens and Mr.
Hill are mistaken concerning one of
Dickens’ most graphic delineations, and
make a drunken donee by the rabble of
Paris mean a political tirade, I need not
hope to escape such infirmities. I refer
to the use of the word “ carmagnole,” by
Mr. Stephens, in speaking of Mr. Hill’s
address before the Southern Historical
Society. This was clearly a misapplica
tion of a term which, in its proper place
and in connection with the terribly vivid
picture, in the 44 Tale of Two Cities,” of
the carmagnole, as enacted in the streets
of Paris during the Reign of Terror, has
a significance at once pertinent and real
But to apply the term carmagnole to an
address delivered before a learned body,
and to set the astute Mr. Hill and his en
lightened audience belore the world en
gaged, as it were, in the drunken orgies
that disgraced the Parisian mob, comes
with a bad grace from one whose proud
boast is that he never makes a mistake.
Although but a hundred years have
passed since the war of the Revolution
commenced, but little is known of the
incidents connected with that great
struggle so far as the present counties of
Wilkes and Oglethorpe are concerned.
Both of these counties were then one,
under the name of Wilkes—that is, after
the year 1777, at which time the name
was given. There were numerous settle
ments scattered over what is now the
county of Wilkes, but it is hard to say
positively whether or not there were set
tlements in that part of the county after
wards called Oglethorpe.
Tradition says that a severe battle was
fought near Broad river, where Millstone
creek enters it, between the Tories and
the Whigs under Colonel Clarke. But I
have failed to find any mention of it in
the histories now extant. It is natural
to suppose, however, that some persons
were then living in our county, for the
Tories from the lower counties were in
the habit of visiting the section then and
now called Goose Pond, and it is certain
that they never paid their visits where
there was not something to steal.
Again, reference is made in the mea
gre accounts that come to us of the cele
brated Nancy Hart—to her neighbors,
and as she lived just across the river in
what is now Elbert county, nothing is
more probable than that some of them,
at least, lived in our county.
Though not a resident of our county,
these sketches would be incomplete
without some mention of Nancy Hart
and her heroism. For many years after
the close of the war, and when many of
the scenes and incidents in which Nancy
had been engaged were forgotten, no
written memorials existed to tell future
generations of her deeds of daring ; and,
indeed, when a portion of Elbert was cut
off and it was proposed to call it Hart
after the great heroine, some opposed it,
saying that Nancy was a myth, and that
no such woman ever existed. Diligent
inquiry was made, however, and it was
established beyond a doubt that she not
only lived, but had done even more than
tradition had ascribed to her.
She was born in North Carolina, but
emigrated soon after her marriage, with
several others, and settled on Broad
river. Her maiden name was Morgan,
and if tradition is correct) she betrayed
very early in life those strong traits of
character which, in troublous times of
the Revolution, made her such an object
of terror to the enemies of her country.
Her husband was a brother of the cele
brated Colonel Thomas Hart, of Ken
tucky, father of the wife of Henry Clay,
and an uncle of the Hon. Thomas Hart
Benton, of Missouri. Some of the ac
counts describe Nancy as being terribly
cross-eyed aa wall as cross-grained, and
lacking all the alamante that make an
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 16, 1875.
amiable wife or even an amiable member
of society. But in the sterner attributes
of our nature —courage, strength and de
votion to the cause of liberty—she was
unapproachable. In reading of her
courage, the most fastidious cannot deny
that she was formed of the stuff of which
heroes and heroines are made, and in
view of the better part of her nature we
forgive what in others would appear un
womanly and unnatural. She was well
adapted for the stirring scenes in which
she lived, and while she would appear to
but little advantage in a drawing-room
of the present day, she would put to
shame in real patriotism many of the
men of our time.
It is well known that when the conflict
between the colonists and the mother
country began, many of the men in South
Carolina and in portions of Georgia ad
hered to the Royal cause, and were call
ed, in consequence, Tories. Such men
never entered the regular British army,
but formed themselves into bands, whose
sole pursuit was murder and plunder,
and it was with these men that our hero
ine nad principally to deal. Nancy’s
husband was dubbed by her a 44 poor
stick,” inasmuch as he refused to take
an active part in the great struggle, but
as his sympathies were with his country
men, it happened sometimes that he was
compelled to seek safety from thieving
Tories in a swamp that was near his
cabin. It is stated of this extraordinary
woman that she was one night, with her
children, gathered around a blazing log
fire, it being dead of winter. Her hus
band was absent with some of his Whig
friends lookingafter a party of the enemy
that had committed some depradations
in the neighborhood. She was busily
engaged in stirring a huge pot of soap
that hung over the fire, and as she stirred
she talked of the war, of the last battle,
and the fate she would give the Tories if
they were in her power. While she was
thus talking and exchanging rude jests
at the expense of the King’s men, some
one of the family saw the face of a man
peering through the large cracks of the
log-house, and listening intently to the
conversation. Nancy gave no sign that
she knew of the presence of the stranger,
but continued to stir and talk and watch
the crack where the face had appeared.
At last it reappeared, and quick as light
ning she threw a ladle of hot soap full in
the face of the interloper. The man was
blinded by the stream of hot soap, and
before he could recover Nancy had bound
him fast as her prisoner, and doubtless
she had him attended to after the pecu
liar fashion of the day.
On another occasion a party of Tories
had been on a thieving expedition
through the upper part of Wilkes county,
and five of them crossed Broad river to
pay a visit to Nancy’s cabin. When
they entered Nancy greeted them with a
scowl, and, I might add, with language
rather inclined to be profane than other
wise. The leader of the party said they
had called on her to learn the truth of a
story they had heard concerning a recent
escape made by a Whig in which Nancy
had assisted. She unhesitatingly pro
claimed her agency in the matter, and
even went so far as to detail the means
by which she had enabled the poor fel
low to elude the clutches of his pursuers.
After venting their rage in a series of
oaths, the party ordered Nancy to pre
pare them something to eat, as they had
marched far and were hungry. She told
them that the rapacity of their brethren
had put it out of her power to give
them anything, as she had only an old
turkey gobbler left. One of them imme
diately went out into the yard and shot
the turkey, and bringing it in, ordered
Nancy to prepare it forthwith. She
seemed to make a virtue of necessity, and
set about cooking, exchanging, in the
meantime, rude jests with the Tories,
and giving them accounts of the various
encounters she had had with other par
ties who had visited the neighborhood.
On a stump near the spring, which was
but a short distance from the cabin, a
large conch-shell had been placed, which
was used to give signals to Nancy’s hus
band in case of danger, and to warn him
to flee to the swamp before referred
to. During the time that Nancy was
engaged in cooking she had sent her
daughter Sukey—a girl of some twelve
years—to the spring, ostensibly after
water, bat really to give her husband no
tice, by the conch, that the Tories were in
the cabin, and that he, with the three
men who were with him, must keep close
until they heard another signal. In the
meantime the meal was ready, and pla
cing it on a rude table, Nancy requested
the party to be seated. They did so,
and placing a jug they had brought,
which contained whiskey, on the table,
they requested her to join them., This
she did, with thanks for their kindness.
The party soon became merry over the
jug and tbs slaughtered gobbler, end oalb
ed for water. As there was none in the
house, Sukey was again dispatched to the
spring, with secret orders from her moth
er to give notice on the conch that the
absent men, Hart and his neighbors,
should come immediately. Meanwhile,
Mrs. Hart had slipped out the chinking
between three of the logs, and had suc
ceeded in putting through the hole two
of the five guns. She was detected while
in the act of putting out the third one,
and the party of Tories sprung to their
feet. She brought the gun to her should
er, and swore she would shoot the first
man who dared to approach her. And
right here, what had hitherto been a great
misfortune proved a blessing. From
Nancy’s obliquity of vision, each one of
the party imagined himself to be
pecial object of her aim, and was con
sequently afraid to rush on her. At
length, however, one of them made a
motion to advance, and true to her word,
the heroic woman shot him dead, and
seizing another gun she brought it to her
shoulder. By this time Sukey had return
ed from the spring, and taking out the
remaining gun, remarked that ‘‘daddy
and them will soon be here.” This news
determined the Tories to make another
attempt to gain their arms ; and one of
them advanced, but the next moment
he rolled on the floor a dead man.
Sukey had another gun in readiness, and
posting herself in the door, Nancy order
ed them to surrrender, which they agreed
to do, proffering to shake hands as a
pledge of good faith. But Nancy kept
them in their places until her husband
and neighbors came, when they were
about to shoot them down in cold blood.
Nancy said, however, that hanging was
too good for them, and acting on this
hint, the Tories were taken out and
hanged to a tree near the house.
There are two accounts of the affair,
differing somewhat from each other, and
still another given by Mr. Gilmer in his
book. The foregoing is taken from Mrs.
Ellet’s “ Women of the Revolution,” a
work of great merit and truth ; the other
account is that published in the York
ville sketch, which, I believe, was the
first published account of this extraordi
nary woman.
Mr. Gilmer states that while a member
of Congress, in 1829, soon after the elec
tion of General Jackson to the Presiden
cy, some member, anxious to secure his
favor, offered a resolution that the niches
in the Rotunda at Washington be filled
with paintings commemorative of Jack
son’s great victory at New Orleans. Mr.
Gilmer offered an amendment that one
be filled with a painting representing
Nancy Hart in the act of wading Broad
river with a musket on her shoulder and
three Tories in front, on her way to the
Whig camp. It is the generally received
opinion, however, that the Tories who
were taken by Nancy in this, her most
celebrated adventure, were hung; and,
indeed, the stump of the tree is still
pointed out to visitors.
On another occasion, when the com
mander of the Whig army desired some
information in regard to the movements
of the enemy in Carolina, Nancy con
structed a rude raft, crossed the Savan
nah river, and returned safely, having
gained the information sought. Many
other stories are told of her daring and
presence of mind, but they are generally
known, and I will not repeat them here.
One incident, however, I will relate:
Among those who came to Georgia with
Nancy Hart was Nancy Wilder, who
settled in the swamp of Long creek. She
was a lone, lorn woman, as Mrs. Grem
midge would say, and earned a support
by weaving and other like things for the
neighborhood. Nancy Hart carried the
materials for a piece of cloth, and at the
time agreed on she returned, expecting
to find it finished. But it seemed that
from some cause Nancy Wilder failed to
have it done by the time specified, and
was absent from home when Mrs. Hart
came after it. Finding a portion of it
finished, Mrs. Hart proceeded at once to
cut that part out, intending to leave the
unfinished part for the toll. While she
was thus engaged, Nancy Wilder re
turned, and seeing what her visitor was
doing, she —to use a modern expression
—“ went for” her. A neighbor, who
passed at the time, hearing a great noise
in the house, ran in to find the cause,
and saw the two Nancys engaged in a
regular fight, with hands clenched in
each other’s hair, and cursing in a way
that would have put even the army in
Flanders to shame. With difficulty he
separated them, and after mutual expla
nations they became as good friends as
before.
When the war closed and its animosi
ties began to die oat, and milder and
more gentle counsels asserted their sway
over the hearts of the people of Upper
Georgia, our heroine found herself “ cab
ined, cribbed, confined” by the ceremo
nies tad usages of refined society. She
longed for the excitement of the chase—
for she was a mighty Nimrod—and her
untamed spirit scorned the petty devices
of the world. Following the tide of emi
gration which had already begun to flow
westward, she settled in Alabama, on the
Toinbigbee river. But she was so unfor
tunate as to lose her crops by an over
flow of the river, and left the country in
disgust. Returning to Georgia, she found
her old home in the hands of strangers,
and far different associations than she
had known in the stirring times of old.
She finally settled in Edgefield, South
Carolina, where she died, though at
what age is unknown. For many years
before her death Mrs. Hart was a consis
tent member of the Methodist church,
battling as fiercely against the world, the
flesh and the devil as she had been
wont to fight against the enemies of her
country.
Gilmer says that when a boy, he had
often seen the wreck of Nancy’s cabin
lodged against some trees opposite his
father’s plantation, on Broad river. It
was left there by the great freshet of
1795, and continued for many years sus
pended above high water mark. But it
has long since been washed away, and
not a trace is left of this reminder of the
stirring scene in which Nancy acted so
brave a part.
David Dickson on Gotton Planting.
The following is copied from a “Treat
ise on Agriculture,” by David Dickson,
Sparta, Ga. a work that should be in
the hands of every farmer:
1. Lay off cotton rows four feet apart
with shovel plow, double furrow; and
put in fertilizers eight inches deep.
2. Ridge with long scooter five inches
wide. Make the beds with turn plow,
subsoil the turn plow furrow; split out
the middles with shovel. Plant with a
cotton seed sower, and cover with a board
or harrow.
First plowing—run 22 inch sweep with
right wing turned down, hoe out to two
to three stalks to the hill every nine inch
es, teu days after plowing. Second
plowing—use same sweep, the right wing
turned up a little more. Third plowing
—in the same way, run a third furrow in
middle or levil.
3. Cotton standing thick in the drill
will be much more forward in maturing.
4. Cotton only requires distance one
way.
5. Be careful not to cut the roots of
cotton.
6. Have a deep water furrow in the
spring; work flat by hot weather.
7. On level land run the rows north
and soath.
8. A cotton plant to stand two weeks
drouth, must have four inches soil and
six inches subsoil; three weeks—six
inches soil and same subsoil; lour weeks
—eight inches and the same subsoiling.
9. If you prepare your land and carry
out this plan well, and manure liberally,
you may expect from four hundred to one
thousand pounds of lint cotton to the
acre.
10. Fertilizers bring a crop of bolls on
the cotton early.
11. To improve the cotton plant, se
lect seed every year after the first pick
ing up to the middle of October, taking
the best stalks and the best bolls on the
stalks.
12. On all farms there are some acres
that produce cotton better than others.
Seeds should always be selected from
these spots.
13. Manure everywhere you plow and
plant. Your labor will be more certainly
rewarded. It pays to use manure, and
it pays best on land that pays best with
out it.
14. From the 10th to the 20th of April
is the best to plant cotton.
15. Apply one half of all labor and
land to the making of full supplies of all
kinds that are needed on the farm, and
enough to spare tor those engaged in
other pursuits, and you will have more
money than if the w r hole was employed
in making cotton.
16. Leave no grass to bunch and cause
a future bad stand.
17. Plow cotton every three weeks,
and let the hoes come ten days behind,
cleaning it perfectly.
18. Continue plowing cotton till the
15th or 20th of August. Once or twice
during the season shove out the middle
with a furrow, to keep the land level.
19. The plowing of cotton requires
one and a fourth days per acre.
20. Cotton plants commence when
small to take on and mature bolls, and
continue until they exhaust the soluble
matter or exhaust the full capacity of the
land. Two stalks will do that much
sooner than one, and will so avoid the
drouth, catterpillar, etc.
21. Cotton will grow after cotton a
number of years in succession, with plen
ty of manure.
22. Make just the amount of cotton
wanted, at paying prices. Keep out of
debt, be the creditors, make your supplies
at home; then and only then will you
have ]>ower.
23. Rotation of crop, deep and deeper
plowing every year, incorporation of veg
etable molds, returning the proceeds of
the cotton plant, except the lint, to the
soil, making as much manure as possible,
comprise my system of improving lands.
24. One subject in cultivation is, to
keep the surface broken, so as to let in
light, heat and air. Never stop the
plows for dry weather.
25. My policy has been to make the
most money with the least labor and cap
ital, even if it appeared to be wasteful.
26. The cotton planter should make
his own supplies, everything necessary
to ran the fWrm.
VOL I—NO. 2a
DEVILTRIES.
4 ——•
To make potatoes very mealy, pat
them in old meal bag.
W .y it an attorney like a laty man?
Becau -e he lies too much and too long.
“0 you be darned,” as a bachelor
said while poking his toes through his
sacking.
A San Francisco horse has four feet
on his tour-legs, and belong! to an in
surance agent.
The New York hats are said to remind
the beholder of a Long Branch hotel—all
piazza and band.
A Missouri photographer advises
farmers to have their pictures now
when the tan is off.
A Detroit girl “snatched immortali
ty’s vest and mantled her spirit in light.”
She forgot her corsets.
“ The buds are swelling.” And the
“ swells” are budding. The latter should
leave first, but they don’t.
Cicero said, “ The pursuit of all
things should be calm and tranquil.”
How about captured fleas ?
“ All- the girls are becoming vege
tarians. They wear turn-up hats.” And
reddish noses and cherry lips.
An Oneida man advertises for a ped
dler who won’t swear. Next he will
want a boy with feathers on his legs.
A spruce gum famine is threatened
in Massachusetts, and Boston girls are
saving up their old India rubber shoes.
A Detroit photographer says he'd
rather fight a tiger with a snow-shovel
than to see a baby come into his gallery.
There is a young man in this village
who thinks of going into the stock
raising business. He has found a mare's
nest.
It is a painful sight to see the house
fly get out of bed these mornings and
hang around the cook-stove to warm his
heels.
“Sekrets,” says Billings,” “is a bad
investment—if you pass it you loze the
principal; and if you keep it you loze
the interest.”
A Milwaukee woman has been sick
nearly a near, from fancying that she saw
a kangaroo in the looking-glass while
she was trying on anew bonnet.
A lazy school boy who spelled An
drew Jackson “ &ru Jaxon” has been
equaled by a student who marked the
first of a half dozen shirts “ John John
son,” and the rest “do.”
Mrs. Partington doesn’t see what
fun there can be in spelling matches,
about which all the Western papers are
full. She always spells them m-a-t-c-h
--e-s. Tom spells it the same way, too.
A Brooklyn woman, who had just
finished reading the last day’s “ testi
mony,” went into a crockery store and
told the clerk that she would like a little
Beecher. It was a pitcher she wanted.
Mr. Spinks is not going to do any
more in conundrums. He asked his jfife
why he was like a donkey ? and she said
because he was born so; and he says that
the answer is very different from that.
A prominent Detroit Universalist,
some months ago, married a red-headed
widow with four children, and last week
remarked to a friend, “ I was blind when
I believed there was no hell. I see it
now.”
Customer —l want a mourning suit.
Shopman—What is the bereavement,
may I ask? Customer —My mother-in
law. Shopman—Mr. Brown, show the
gentleman to the light affliction depart
ment.
Talmadge says Brooklyn to-day eats
scandal, drinks scandal, talks scandal,
swears scandal, lies scandal, sleeps scan
dal—to which may be added: moulds
candle, sells candle, buys candle, lights
candle, snuffs candle, aud blows caadle
out.
An exchange defines a blunderbuss
as kissing the wrong girl; just as though
it were possible to be wrong in kissing
any girl. A blunderbuss is for men to
kiss one another, as Frenchmen do, or
for girls to kiss one another, as they of
ten do, for want of a man to kiss them.
A man who was sentenced to be hung
was visited by his wife, who said: “My
dear, would you like the children to see
you executed?” “No,” replied he.
“That’s just like you,” said she, “you
never wanted the children to have any
enjoyment.”
The meanest man in this city lives on
Jackson street. He cuts the accounts of
the Beecher scandal out of the paper
every morning and hides them in the
Bible, to keep his wife and mother-in
law from reading them. He says “they
never look in that book,” and he tell*
them “the dog chaws the paper full of
holes.”
An editor in Illinois, having engaged
anew reporter, received the following
as his first effort: “We are informed
that the gentleman who stood on his
head under a pile-driver for the purpose
of having a tight pair of butes drove on,
shortly after found himself in Cbinv,
perfectly naked and without a cent in
nis pocket”
How curious it is that such trifling
things will turn a person from matured
plans or beaten paths. A friend of ours
made up his mind to have anew pair of
boots. Our friend is somewhat near
sighted, but he is in need of boots all the
same. He entered, and proceeded to sit
down in a chair. But a wicked little
bull dog lay asleep in that chair, and
our friend suddenly changed his mind,
and after visiting a surgeon he went to
a tailor and got measured for a pair of
pants.