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SCHEDULE.
GEORGIA RAILROAD SCHEDULE
The following is the schedule on the Geor
gia Railroad, with time of arrival at and de
parture from every station on the Athens
Branch:
UP DAY PASSENGER TRAIN.
Leave Augusta at 8:45 a. m.
Arrive at Union Point 12:27 p. m.
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 11:32 a. m.
Leave Union Point 11:33 a. m.
Arrive at Augusta 3:30 p. m.
UP NIGHT PASSENGER TRAIN.
Leave Augustafat 8:15 p. m.
Arrive at Atlanta 6:25 a. m.
Remains one minute at Union Point.
ATHENS BRANCH TRAIN.
DAY TRAIN.
Time
Stations. Arrive. Depart, bet.
_ sta’s.
A. M.
Athens 8 45 25
Wintersville 9 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
Union 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 2 30 2 35 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 Night Train.
Union Point 3 55 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
The Poor Boy.—Don’t be ashamed
my lad, if you have a patch on your el
bow. It is no mark of disgrace. It
speaks well for your industrious mother.
For our part, we would rather see a doz
en patches on your jacket than hear one
profane or vulgar word escape your lips.
No good hoy will shun you, because you
cannot dress as well as your companion ;
and if a bad boy sometimes laughs at
your appearance, say nothing, my good
lad, but walk on. We know many a
rich and good man who was once as poor
as you. There is your next door neigh
bor in particular—now one of the weal
thiest men—who told us a short time
since, that when a child he was glad to
receive the cold potatoes from h is neigh
bor’s table. Be good, my boy, and if you
are poor you will be respected a great
deal more than if you were the son of a
rich man, and were addicted to bad
habits. _
—The end of everything— the letter g.
£I) c ©gktijorf €cl)o.
A MIDNIGHT-HORROR.
Twenty-five years ago one of the most
famous private collections of wild ani
mals was the one possessed by the Earl
of Derby at Knowsley, Lancashire,
England. This gentleman was the
grandfather of the present distinguished
statesman, and father of the late and
still more famous man, Macaulay’s
“Rupert of Debate.” The zoological col
lection was fostered and sustained with
wonderful care and at a large annual
outlay. Emissaries were employed in
all parts of the world to procure rare
specimens, and so perfect were the ar
rangements for their reception at Knows
ley that the animals seemed to forget ut
terly their lost liberty when the rather
eccentric earl became their possessor.
Among this varied and valuable collec
tion was a magnificent specimen of the
orang-outang, or cynocephalus. Its
height when standing erect was nearly
five feet six inches; its limbs were enor
mous, and its breadth across the shoul
ders indicted prodigious strength. Long,
coarse, black hair covered its huge frame
from head to foot, and when anything
occured to excite its ill-temper its fea
tures became terrible fierce and repul
sive.
Not far from the earl’s beautiful resi
dence there dwelt a well-to-do farmer,
who had acted for some years as one of
the assistant stewards to Lord Derby.
He had recently became a widower. The
farmer’s household consisted of himself,
the baby, aged four months, and an old
woman who did general duty as nu:se
and housekeeper. The house ocoupieu a
lonely position, there being no other
dwelling within half a mile or so, and a
long and severe winter had set in, cover
ing the entire country round about with
a carpet of snow.
On one dark and memorable night the
widower farmer had retired to rest, hav
partaken of his supper in his bed-room
on account of the comfortable fire which
that chamber boasted, and because it was
bis custom to have his child’s cradle in
that room. Whenever the nurse was re
quired at night-time the father rang a
bell which communicated with her ap
partment, immediately above, access to
which was obtained by a narrow flight of
stairs. On the night in question the
young infant lay in blissful unconscious
ness in its warm cot near the cheerful
fire, and the father lying in bed “between
sleep and wake.” Presently he heard
his chamber door open slowly, and he
roused himself slightly to see what the
faithful old nurse required, for he con
cluded it was she who was about to enter.
But she did not enter. The door remain
ed ODen and the farmer was on the eve of
speaking softly to the nurse, when, gent
ly and with a cautious, noiseless tread,
the monstrous orang-outang glided into
the room. The farmer sank hack into
his bed dismayed, and his dismay prob
ably saved his life, for the visitor—a fit
ting envoy from 44 Night’s plutonian
shore *’ —continued to be ignorant of his
presence. The creature then proceeded
to the neighborhood of the fire-place,
near which in its cradle the child lay,
happily unaware of the grizzly intruder’s
existence. The bright flames in the old,
dark wainscoted chamber gave it a rich
Rembrandt touch. On a small table were
the remains of the farmer’s supper,
which had consisted of fowl. These the
animal descried, and for a few minutes
they afforded it considerable interest, its
thoughts and reflections being seeming
ly concentrated upon the anatomical of
the deceased bird.
After toying with the bones and other
remnants of the repast the brute’s atten
tion was suddenly attracted to the cradle.
To walk nearly erect was the normal
habit of this ill-favored beast. He qui
etly approached the sleeping child and
squatted down at its side. It is probable
that among the select visitors to Lord
Derby’s museum the baboon had never
seen an infant, anyway so frail and young.
The sight was therefore very novel, and
he gazed upon the unconscious creature
with manifest interest as he removed the
coverlets from its sleeping form. The
farmer, from out the curtains of his bed,
beheld the entire proceedings with in
describable agony. It was not presence
of mind which prevented him leaping
out to the rescue, but a feeling of spell
bound helplessness. The poor farmer
was not deficient in ordinary courage,
and would have faced a dozen of his own
species without a particle of fear had
circumstances demanded it, but he felt
utterly incapable of wrestling with such
a foe as the one now sitting before the
ruddy chamber fire. After a little while
the creature lifted the dnfant from the
cradle and placed it with infinite tender
ness upon tlie hearth rug. It then pro
ceeded to make a rigid examination of
the child’s limbs, so soft and plump, and
so devoid of all hirsute decoration It
was this fact that probably amazed and
staggered the examiner most. He no
doubt retained some recollection of the
young days of his liberty in the distant
African forests, but never before had he
gazed upon a little alabaster form like
this. So gently had he removed the ba
by from its cot, and so considerate did
he conduct his researches, that its sleep
survived the process. Apparently satis
fied in the extreme with his investigation
the monster—monster with touch so deli
cate I—transferred1 —transferred his attentions to a
general scrutiny of the chamber in which
e now found himself without invitation,
and possibly with greater emotions of
surprise than those experienced by the
farmer, if that could be.
Furniture was certainly a novel spec
tacle, for in his recent home a dead,
leafless tree was the sole decorative
article, and he now roamed the room
with such a look of critical acumen that
he strongly resembled an auctioneer’s
clerk taking an inventory of the house
hold property. The old-fashioned bed
in which the fanner lay, in speechless
suspense, was evidently destined to come
last upon the intruder’s catalogue, but
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 28, 1875.
come it did, and the terrible brute, ex
ceeding in height the average human
race, and with evidences of innate
strength equally in excess, now stood at
the farmer’s side. The visitor remained
there but for a moment, yet to the far
mer, who had affected to be sound
asleep, it was no such brief period of
time. All at once a timid cry from the
tiny child, who evidently preferred the
cosiness of its cradle to the discomforts
of the hearth-rug, altered the programme
instantly. The baboon immediately de
serted the father and ran to the side of
the awakened child.
The nurse, from her room above, had
heard the cry, the doors being purpose
ly open, and she prepared to descend
the narrow stairs. But the wretched
father could no longer support the aw
ful tension in which his nerves had been
held during the last ten minutes, and he
gave vent to a wild, half-frantic shout.
The monster was terrified and instantly
prepared for escape. He leaped along
the room to the house-keeper’s staircase,
where he encountered the unsuspecting
old lady. More than the grim outline
of the brute could not have been visible
in that darkened stairway. The nurse
and the brute appeared to have closed
in a fixed embrace, for in that position
they struggled and fell to the foot of the
staircase. Then the brute disentangled
itself from the old ladie’s hold and effec
ted his escape from the house.
The scene which ensued can scarcely
be imagined. The nurse lay apparently
dead upon the ground, and the farmer
stood by her unable at the moment to
render her any assistance. It seemed to
him most like a horrible dream, but the
prostrate form of the child upon the
hearth-rug proved too clearly the sub
stantial reality of the occurrences.
When the farmer nerved himself suffi
ciently to minister to the nurse’s require
ments he found that her nervous system
had received an irreparable shock,
from which she never recovered. She
passed from one horror into another,
and never regained enough consciousness
to understand who her mysterious antag
onist had been.
In the course of the following day the
old woman died. On the morning after
the occurrence of these events a diligent
search was made for the missing brute,
whose escape had soon become known
when the keeper commenced his daily
rounds. They had not to search far.
They found the animal disporting in an
adjoining wood and enjoying to the full
est extent his regained liberty. It was
quite evident that he w’ould not resign
that liberty without a hard struggle for
it. While the method of his capture
was being debated the news of the house
keeper’s death and the events connected
therewith became known, and that was
sufficient to sign the death-warrant of the
unwitting cause of her decease. It was
a hard fate, but he was not prepared to
resist it, and so he quietly obeyed the
summons conveyed to him through the
medium of three minie-bullets and ex
pired after a checkered enjoyment of
twenty-four hours freedom.
The carcass of this huge brute may
now be seen in the William Brown
Museum in Liverpool, most successfully
stuffed and picturesquely posed upon a
miniature cliff with a stout staff in one
hand and the other hanging listlessly at
his side. No one who views this magnifi
cent specimen of the cynocephalus will
ever wish that he had formed any other
or closer acquaintanceship with the for
midable animal when alive; yet at the
same time the creature’s dog-like head
suggests a canine intelligence and hones
ty inviting some degree of human trust.
Amongst the ancient Egyptians the cy
nocephalus (meaning the dog-faced ba
boon) was held in great veneration as
the supposed possessor of superhuman
pow r ers, and was even selected by them
as the symbol of intellect and to present
their god of letters, Thoth. Whether
the above true story indicates the great
er intelligence for the brute, or the hu
man beings whom he so terrified, for the
reader to decide.
Monday, May 10, 1875, was the cen
tennial of the capture of Fort Ticondero
ga, and Ethan Allen and Benedict Ar
nold were the leaders of the forces that
made the capture. In keeping with the
day is the story, so often told, of Ethan
Allen. He had the reputation of being
an open unbeliever in Christianity. He
published the first formal attack on the
Christian religion ever written in Ameri
ca. He inclined to the doctrine of Py
thagoras, and believed in the transmigra
tion of souls. His wife was a woman of
exemplary piety, and his children, with
the exemption of one daughter, shared
with the mother in her religious belief.
This daughter inclined to the strange
opinions of the father. When about to
die, she sent for him. The rough spoken
man, whose heart was as tender as a
child’s, came to the bedside of the dying
girl. “ Father, lam about to die,” said
she; ‘1 shall I believe in the principles
you have taught me, or shall I believe
in what my mother has taught me?”
The father became agitated, his lips
quivered, tears ran down his cheeks,
and bending over his dying child, he
said, with a voice choked with emotion.
“ Believe what your mother has taugh
you i”
A Mississippi man puts it thus : 44 At
the earnest solicitation of those to whom
I owe money I have consented to become
a candidate for County Treasurer.”
Dogs are taxed one dollar each, and
tie feminine branch of the dog family
ve dollars, in Tennessee.
—An Indianapolis mother, whose
daughter was soon to marry, told that
female that she might select from a lot
of furniture stored in the garret, such ar
ticles as she desired for housekeeping.
The old family cradle was found in the
centre of the pile, and set aside in accor
dance with this permission.
GRATE AND GAY.
—Can you spell consent in thee letters ?
Yes.
—Support your county paper. Sub
scription ouly $2.
W hen does the wind deserve reproof?
W hen it whistles through the house.
What is the difference between an
overcoat and a baby ? One is what you
wear and the other is what you was.
Take away my first letter, take away
my second, take away all my letters, and
I am always the same. It’s the mail
carrier.
—The express companies are preparing
to make a proposition next winter to
Congress to take the whole United States
mail business into their hands.
—A Chicago burglar didn’t want to go
on trial until he could borrow a diamond
pin, and the police ran around for two
hours to get him one.
—A man hanged himself in Paris in
the presence of his paralized wife, who
was unable to move or cry for assistance,
and who was obliged to witness the hor
rifying sight of his death struggles.
—lt is not pleasant to contemplate the
paroxysmal expression of a young lady’s
face while she is working her mouth in
an effort to get piece of chewing gum
off a back tooth.
—“Oh, licketty slam, pop,” exclaimed
a lad whose farther had praised him for
his gallantry in holding a young lady
on his lap in a crowded car, 44 and
didn’t I feel just like a pot full of hot
potatoes I”
—“A Tennessee man, says an ex
change, has commenced building an ark.
If he is going to take a pair of all living
animals with him, he ought to turn over
the command of his ark to somebody
else and go along as the jackass himself.
—The New York World has it that
“ banditti” Sheridan will be married in
June to a daughter of Gen. D. H. Ruck
er, Assistant Quartermaster General of
the Army and Chief Quartermaster on
Sheridan’s staff. We offer our condo
lence to the lady.
—A Milwaukee chap kissed his girl
about forty times right along, and xvhen
he stopped the tears came into her eyes
and she said in a sad tone of voice : “Ah!
John I fear you have ceased to love me.
“No I haven’t” replied John, “but I
must breathe,”
—At a country church in this county
the other day, one of the members prayed
after this fashion: “Oh Lord assist me
to be a better Christian. lam determin
ed to try to lead a more correct life, and
I think I can succeed, for since I have
sold my oxen and got a horse, I don’t
have to cuss so d—d much.”
—The liquor man’s intention was al
together charitable. He understood
that the poor devils who print the reve
nue stamps had to work of nights to meet
the demand, and he thought he would
help some by using the old stamps
several times.
—A newsboy seated on the post office
steps yesterday, counted his pennies
over and remarked : 44 Seventeen cents
in all. That’s five for the circus, three
for peanuts, four for .a sinking* fund,
four I owe to Jack, and there’s one
left to support a widowed mother un
til Saturday night.”
—Said a colored Georgia preacher:
“ Dar’s robbin’ and stealin’ all around.
Dar’s de Beecher business, de Wood
hull business, Sumner is dead, torna
does come whoopin’ around, de Freed
man’s Bank has busted, and it ’pears
as if de end was nigh, mighty clus at
hand.”
—Henry Welcome,hanged in Windsor,
Vt., for murder said : 44 1 hope my situa
tion will be a warning to all young men
to be obedient to their parents, keep out
of bad company, and away from low
E laces. This is what has brought me
ere ; and I hope God will have mercy
on me for Jesus Christ sake. I wish to
say no more now except to caution all
against tasting liquors, because if they
take one glass, they must take another.”
—The inconsistencies in our othogra
phy are something fearful to contem
plate. T-o-n-g-u-e spells “ tongue,” and
the man who first spelled it should have
hongue. A-c-h-e spells “ache,” and
that’s all you can mache out of it.
E-i-g-h-t spells “eight,” no matter how
you deprecieight the idea; and that
a-i-s-l-e should spells “aisle,” and
f-e-i-g-n “feign” is enough to make any
one smaisle, if the effort were not too
peignful.
—An industrious citizen of San Juan
arose a few mornings ago, while a festive
lark was still snoring, and with a tin
bucket under his arm went to the barn to
milk the family cow. It was dark and
rainy, and in fumbling about for old
Briudle, he got in the wrong pew and
began to pull at the off mule of his wagon
team. He can’t remember now which
side of the roof be went out at, but his
recollection of alighting on the picket
fence is very vivid. He expects the
bucket down in a few days.
A Nelson street boy tried his first
pipe the other day. When his father
came home to dinner he found him braced
against a |barrel with bis legs spread
apart, his hands and lower jaw drooping
listlessly, and a deathly pallor over
spreading his face.
“ What’s the matter with you ?” inquir
ed the amazed parent.
“ My—teacher is—is sick,” gasped the
boy.
“ Well, you must’nt feel so badly about
it, Tomniy,” said the father, kindly.
“ She will get well again, without
doubt.” Ana then stepping into the
house, he observed to his wife that that
was the most sympathetic boy he ever
saw.
The Man-Eating Tree of Madagasca.
[Dr. Jay, in the South Australian Register.]
If you can imagine a pineapple eight
feet high, and thick in proportion, rest
ing upon its base, and denuded of leaves,
you will have a good idea of the trunk of
the tree, which, however, was not the
color of an anana, but a dark, dingy
bnwn, and apparently hard as iron.
From the apex of this fusticated cone
(at least two feet in diameter) eight huge
leaves sheer to the ground, like doors
swung back on their hinges. These
leaves, which wqfe joined at the top of
the trees at regular intervals, w r ere about
twelves feet long, and shaped very much
like the leaves of an American agave
or century plant. They are two feet
through in their thickest point and three
feet wide, tapering to a sharp point that
looked like a cow’s horn, very convex on
the outer (but now under) surface, and
on the under (now upper) surface slight
ly concave. This concave face was thick
ly set with strong thorny hooks like those
upon the head of the teazle. These leaves
hanging thus limp and lifeless, dead
green in color, had in. appearance the
massive strength of oak fibre. The apex
of the cone was a round white concave
figure, like a smaller plate set within a
larger one. This was not a flower, but
a receptable, and there exuded into it a
clear treacly liquid honey, sw r eet and pos
sessed of violent intoxicating and sopo
rific properties. Fronj underneath the
rim (so to speak) of the undermost plate,
a series of long hairy green tendrils
stretched in every direction toward the
horizon. These were seven or eight feet
long, and tapered from four inches to a
half inch in diameter, yet they stretched
out stiffly as iron rods. Above these
(from between the upper and under cups)
six white, almost transparent palpi
reared themselves toward tne sky, twirl
ing and twisting with a marvelous inces
sant motion, yet constantly reaching up
ward. Thin as reeds and frail as quills,
apparently, were yet five or six feet tall,
and so constantly and vigorously in mo
tion, with such a subtile, sinuous, silent
throbbing against the air, with their sug
gestions of serpents flayed, yet dancing
on their tails. My observations on this
occasion were suddenly interrupted by
the natives, who had been shrieking
around the tree with their shrill voices,
and chanting what Hendrick told me
were propitiatory hymns to the great tree
devil. With still wilder shrieks and
ehants they now surrounded one of the
women, and urged her with the points of
their javelins, until slowly, and with des
pairing face, she climed up the stalk of
the tree and stood on the cone, the palpi
whirling all about her. “Tsik ! Tsik!”
(Drink!drink !)criedthemen. Stooping,
she drank of the vacid fluid in the cup,
rising instantly again, with wild frenzy
in her face and convulsive chords in her
limps. But she did not jump down, as
she seemed to intend to do. Oh, no!
The atrocious canniball tree, that had
been so inert and dead, came to sudden
savage life. The slender, delicate palpi,
with the fury of starved serpents, quiv
ered a moment over her head, then, as if
instinct with demoniac intelligence, fas
tened upon her in sudden coils around
and round her neck and arms, and while
her awful screams and yet more awful
laughter, rose wildly, to be instantly
strangled down again into a gurgling
mourn, the tendrils, one after another,
like great green serpants, with brutal en
ergy and infernal rapidity, rose, protrac
ted themselves, and wrapped her about
in fold after fold, even tightening with
cruel swiftness and savage tenacity of
anacondas fastening upon their prey. It
was the barbarity of the Laocoon with
out its beauty—this strange,horrible mur
der. And now the great leaves rose
slowly and stiffly, like the arms of a der
rick, erected themselves in the air, ap
proached one another, and closed about
the dead and hampered victim with the
silent force of a hydraulic press and the
ruthless purpose of a thumb-screw. A
moment more, and while I could see the
bases of these great levers pressing more
tightly toward each other from their in
terstices, there trickled down the stalk ©f
the tree great streams of the viscide hon
ey-like fluid, mingled horribly with the
blood and oozing viscera of the victim.
At sight of this the savage hordes around
me, yelling madly, bounded forward,
crowded to the tree, clasped it, and with
cups, leaves, hands and tongues, each
one obtained enough of the liquid to
send him mad and frantic.
The Champion Farmer.—R. H.
Hardaway, ofThomasville, Ga., is a mo
del farmer. The past year he raised three
heads of cabbages which weighed one
hundred and twenty pounds. And even
at this early stage of the season the same
vegetable will average twenty pounds in
weight, for each head, from seed sown
in December. In 1874, from five acres
of oats he threshed and sold 366 of bush
els, besides saving seed. These were
sown in the mouth of November, alter
the ground had been ploughed very
deeply, thoroughly harrowed, and ferti
lized with 150 pounds of phosphate to
the acre. Subsequently, when the young
spires were about one foot in height, an
other application of 150 pounds of the
same manure was made by sprinkling it
broad cast over the crop.
The farm of this gentleman consists of
fifteen acres, of what was originally com •
mon pine land, and is divided as follows
the present year: Oats, seven acres;
corn, three acres, and cotton five acres.
From this area, somewhat differently ap
portioned, he realized last year three
hundred and sixty-six bushels of oats,
and nineteen bushels of corn per acre.
Bricks made in China are sold in San
Francisco for less than they can be made
for this side the Pacific, notwithstand
ing the advalorem duty of twenty per
cent on them.
—Between two evils choose neither.
VOL. I—NO. 34.
Written for the Oglethorpe Echo.]
Odd Fellowship.
As Odd Fellows, we are to bear in
mind that there are certaiu duties we
owe to the community at large. Attach
ment to the Order,and zealous devotion to
it3 principles, by no means tend to sever
other connections and sympathies. One
of the characteristic features of the Order
is, that it inculcates the strictest per
formance of all those duties which apper
tain to our relations to society and to
our immediate friends. W e are bound
not only to sustain by our actions, as a
body, the true character of the institu
tion before the public, but, as individ
uals, severally to demonstrate the fact
that its requisitions do not, in the least
degree, compromit a single obligation or
duty incident to the stations which we
occupy, and the relations we sustain in
lite ; and that its influence upon the per
sonal character is in the highest degree
favorable to temperance, probity and
virtue.
duties.
As Odd Fellows, we are bound to
cultivate and practice virtue and morali
ty among ourselves, for our own happi
ness, as well as to exert in various ways
such a beneficial and moral influence
over the conduct of men in society, that
y>e mav, to some extent, become instru
mental to their moral perfection—to
their future state of happiness.
Our Lodges should be made the source
whence flow benevolence and philan
thropy, hi their fullest extent. In this
way it is possible for Odd Fellows to
form that which is called public opinion,
this does not derive its origin and effi
cacy from the noise of the multitude •
it emenates from the enlightened por
tion of the community—the few, com
paratively speaking, who study the har
monies of nature, and acting as the bene
factors of mankind, guide and direct the
destinies of many.
AIM.
The principal aim of Odd Fellowship
should be the virtue and happiness of
that the world may not ascribe to it
selfish motives. How beautiful, how
benevolent, how sublime the aim ! Uni-
of Friendship, Love
and Truth, we can rob misfortune of its
stings and poison—we can set a limit to
misery, and ultimately banish it from
our midst.
Living truly, in this bond, we form a
society which will have no wanderer lost
a family in Heaven. Thus combined,
we form a holy circle in which each one
can, proportionate to his abilities, and
from every point, act beneficially—a
union of virtue and humanity, and the
circle’s centre, philanthropy: and phi
lanthropy’s center, God!
Thus, dwelling together, a better spir
it, greater happiness, warmer friendship
aud truer piety wiil and must abide in
the Order.
On eagle’s wings it will lift itself to
higher wisdom, to greater virtue and
firmer piety. Peace and harmony will
dwell m its halls, and Odd Fellowship
will serve to unite all hearts, banish
passion and vices, and establish virtue
and happiness among the children of
God.
A Mystery.
One of the strangest exhibitions that
we have ever heard or read of—very
closely bordering upon the marvelous
and supernatural—occurred not long
since in the house of a Philadelphia gen
tleman. Its truth is vouched for by
the gentleman, his wife and family, afl
of whom are credible witnesses,whose tes
mony would not be doubted by anybody,
but whose names we do not feel at liber
ty to make known. The facts are as fol
lows : On a late frosty morning, while
the children of the family were amusing
themselves in the sitting-room, thev ob
served a figure in the frosting on the win
dow-pane. It appeared to be the picture
of a female, holding in her hand a paper.
The outlines were so plain that even the
stripes on the dress were observable. The
children called the attention of the moth
er to the strange picture, and finally the
father w r as called, who recognized in it
an exact representation of bis mother.
Having a correct photograph of her, he
brought it out and placed the pictures
side by side, and they corresponaed even
to the stripes on the dress, except the
picture in frost was holding the paper
document in her hand. The picture re
mained upon the window-panes for an
hour or two till dissipated by the warmth
of the room, or perhaps of the sun, out
side. But now comes the strangest part
of the story. The next day after this ap
pearance, the gentleman received by mail
a paper package exactly corresponding
with the one in the hand of the image,
which, on being open, proved to be a no
tice to the gentleman that he had be
come the heir to a large legacy from his
deceased mother in a foreign land.
The latest marvelous cure is that of
the neuralgic toothache, a veiy painful
ailment. The plan employed is a steam
ing process by which, after an applica
tion of a few minutes’ duration, he was
able to show his patient worms, which
he declared had been drawn from the
teeth. The most astonishing part of the
story is that the “ w orms” actually stood
the test of microscopic examination.
This feat was performed in San Francis
co, and is reported before the Microscopi
cal Society. An explanation of the pro
duction of the worms is given. It is said
that the action of heat, onion seed and
butter did it. But the fact remains all
the same that the sufferers thought the
“ steaming” process was a3 satisfactory
as it is in the case of bivalves. How
can this be explained ? Was it faith
that did it?