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DEVILTRIES.
Domestic pets—Matrimonial sulks.
The doorthat Beecher slammed —Theo-
dore.
The pests of the country—loafers, docs
and fleas.
"When is a man not a man ? When he
turns into a lane.
• “ Two heads are better than one”—es
pecially in a barrel.
The vilest sinner mav return—every
thing but an umbrella.
A girl was heard to remark the other
day that 44 a thing of beautv Mas a bov for
ever.
The Supreme Court of Ohio has deci
ded that sending a dun to a man on a postal
card is unlaM-ful as well as saucy.
—— A gentleman of color called at a Ken
tucky post office recently and wanted to know,
Does dis post offis keep stamped antelopes ?”
Silk handkerchiefs with white centres
and colored borders are worn bv nobby youths.
School-boys, however, will stick to the' primi
tive coat-sleeve.
A young man wants to know of us,
whether girls over sixteen wear striped stock
ings or not. We simply state that it is none
of his business.
Do you know that I came very near
selling my boots the other day?” asked a chap
of his sweetheart. 44 How so?” “Well, I
had them halfsoled.”
The old maid stood on the burning deck
Whence all the girls had fled,
Nor would she leave until convinced
That every man Mas dead.
44 John, I’m afraid you have forgotten
me, ’ said a bright-eyed girl to her sweetheart
the other day. 44 Yes, Bessie, 1 have been for
gctting you these tM'o years.”
~ '*Amt* ! how duth you like my mous
taehe Mith Lauwali ? n lisped a dandy to a
young lady. “ Oh, very much. It looks like
the lur on the back of a caterpillar.”
~“ V 1 hat would you be, dearest, if I
should press the stamp of love upon those
sealing-wax lips?” “ I ” responded the fairy
likecreature, “should be—stationery.”
“ Mr. Loto, of Indiana, recently eloped
with anothex man’s wife,*sister and daughter.
Brigham himself could hardly have made a
cleaner sweep of the family than that.
TV hy are young ladies kissing each
other like an emblem of Christianity? Be
cause they are doing unto each other'as they
would that men should do unto them.”
Transfusion of blood is a humbug in
some cases. A Chicago man had a pint of
bull-dog blood conducted into his veins, and
then tried to lick his w'ife. She laid him up
for a week.
~ “ B y a trunk,” said a dealer to an
Irishmen. “And what for should I buy a
trunk?” asked Pat. “To put your clothes
in, was the reply. “ And me go naked !
Never a bit of it.”
_ Retribution follows close on the track
of guilt. The man who always borrowed his
neighbor’s newspaper, because he was too
stingy to buy, married a red-haired woman
who wears black stockings.
Questions put to his sweetheart by a
bashful Lexington lad during his first visit:
“How’s your father? How’s your mother?
How are your parents ? llow are your father
and mother ? llow are they both ?”
—— Among the presents at a wooden wed
ding in Allentown, Pa., the other day was an
immense cake. This was reserved'for the
last, and when they came to cut it ’twas found
-only to be a cheese-box covered with icing.
The time has come when the wearer of
starched linen coats rises from his chair and
goes forth unconscious of the fact that the
lower portion of his garment retains the posi
tion it acquired while he was seated.
tliis car-floor,” savagely asked a burly passen
ger. “ I dare,” quietly replied a slender
youth, ansd did it.” “You’re the chap I’m
looking for,” said the ruffian: “give me a
chaw.”
A Milwaukee boy has swallowed half
a dozen steel buttons, and his mother doesn’t
have to scream for him w hen he is out on the
street playing Mith those Cluckerson boys.
She just brings a magnet to the door, and he
flies to it like a needle to the pole.
The papaw tree is said to possess the
curious property of rendering exceedingly ten
der any kiud of meat that is hung amid its
branches, and Smith is very anxious to know
what it would cost to transplant a papaw
tree to the back-yard of his boarding-house.
An Elbert county youth came to his
father and said : “ Dad, thar ain’t knives
enuff to sot the table.” Dad— 44 Whar’s big
butch, little butch, the case, old one-prong,
cob-handle and granny’s knife? That’s enuff
to sot any gentleman’s table without you’ve
lost um.”
“Yes, you may come asrain next Sun
day evening, Flanders, dear, 'but”—and she
hesitated. “AY hat is it, darling? Have I
given you pain ?” he asked, as she still re
mained silent. “You didn’t mean to, I am
sure,” she responded, “ but the next time
please don’t wear one of those collars with
the points turned outward; they scratch so.”
A German peddler sold a man a liquid
for the extermination of bugs. “And how
do you use it ?” inquired the man after he
had bought it. 44 Ketch te bug, und drop von
little drop into his mout,” ansn T ered the
peddler. “The deuce you do!” exclaimed
the purchaser. “ I could kill it in half that
time by stamping on it.” “ Veil,” exclaimed
the German, “ dat is a good vay, too.”
A Cobb County school-teacher says he
never felt unequal to any demand in the’ line
of his profession, excepting on one occasion,
m hen a farmer brought his bouncing fifteen
year-old daughter to the school, and" M alting
up to the master’s desk, said, “ That’s my
youngest gal, and if ever you ketch her a-slidiii
down hill M ith the boys, I just want you to
trounce her.”
Berger, of Macon, Ga., discovered a colored
parson in his stable untying a horse, and the
preacher only observed : “Jess what I said
all the time, Mastah Berger; your hoss is a
bay, sure enuff, and dat ’spate betM-een me
an’ Brudder Jackson am settled.” The par
son is now working for G., A A Cos., on the
Elberton railroad.
A doctor went out West to practice his
profession. An old friend met him on the
street one day and asked him how he was suc
ceeding in business. “ Fus-rate ”he replied ;
:“ I have had oue case.” “ Well, and what
was that?” “It was a birth.” 44 How did
yon succeed at that?” “Well, the old wo
man died, and the child died ; but by the
grace of God I’ll save the old man yet.”
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 11, 1875.
BURIED ALIVE!
Strange and Shocking Sensation in Mew Or
leans —A Pauper Corpse Comes to life on
Its Way to the Grave, hut is Driven on
and Buried.
[From the N. O. Bulletin, May 29.]
Seldom lias such a sensation occurred
in our city as that which prevailed Wed
nesday afternoon last, when the rumor,
which spread with great rapidity, was by
repetition given that credence which at
first the enormity of the crime denied it.
The report that a man had knowingly
been buried alive was enough to shock
even the strongest nerves, but as detail
after detail was given, a thrill of horror
ran through this suburban district un
like that ever before produced.
On Thursday evening we published
the following: C H. Beggs was in one of
the cemeteries (which he did not say),
and his attention was attracted to a fu
neral cortege made up of a wagon follow
ed by three or four women. The driver
of the wagon lifted out a coffin, and was
about depositing it in the hole prepared
for it, when the occupant of the coffin
kicked off the lid and cried, “ For God’s
sake do not bury me alive !”
The driver picked up a brick, and cry
ing, “ You ; I have a doctor’s cer
tificate that you are dead, and I am a go
ing to bury you!” struck the corpse,
either stunned or killed him, and the
burial went on.
Our reporter traced the rumors to their
source, and step by step followed up the
clew they gave, and by degrees
developed facts that Would be in
credible were they not so well substan
tiated by the testimony of many compe
tent witnesses.
On the occurrences on the way to the
cemetery we not propose to comment,
and simply give the'statement of wit
nesses.
The only conclusion which these state
ments lead to is that Geo. Banks, when
he left the hospital, was not dead, but
was in a comatose condition, and that he
was knowingly
BURIED ALIVE.
Melinda Smith states: I was in a
neighbor’s house on Locust street, be
tween First and Second. The charity
wagon, No. 1, stopped, and I thought it
had broken down. A friend called me
out into the street to see. I went close
up to the wagon, and there I saw two
coffins—one for a baby, the other for
a grown person.
The coffin for the grown person was
open, the lid being partly off. I saw
distinctly the man on the inside of the
coffin moving his hand trying to push
off the lid, The driver took the cush
ion off his seat and put it on the man’s
face, and then sat on his head. In
this position he still sat on him while
he was going a square, and between Sec
ond and Third streets he stopped
again and took a hammer and
tried to nail down the lid. Here the
driver took the small coffin and put
it on top of the man’s feet, and sat on
him again.
The driver, when I first went up to
the wagon, in an angry tone, said: “What
do you want?” and I said, “I want to
see.” He answered, “ Get away from
here, before I slap you in the mouth.”
I said, “You are carrying a live man to
the graveyard.” He then drove on. I
followed the wagon to the graveyard, but
we were not allowed to go in. The dri
ver is a tall white man and wore a white
hat; had a red face, and I have seen him
often passing the door; I would know
him if I saw him.
Ellen Burns, residing at the same
place, stated : The man was not dead,
he raised his arms, and the driver put
a pillow on him and tried to smother
him.
Henderson Burch, same residence : I
know what they tell you to be true, I
saw it. There was a small coffin and a
large coffin in the wagon. I -went to the
wagon and the driver.ordered me away.
I followed it to the grave-yard, but did
not stop to see the body buried. There
were a great many people around there,
white and black.
William Harrison states: I first saw
the cart at the graveyard called Locust
Grove. The wagon drove in the yard,
and as I had heard they were burying a
live man, I went in, notwithstanding
they tried to put me out. I went up close
to the coffin, and I moved the lid and
looked at him. The cUffin was on a
stretcher. The man was still breath
ing, and there was a coble-stone on
his stomach. His toes were twitching
and his breast moving. The man was
naked. Isaw T all this plainly, just
as I see that tree now. There* was a
big crowd running after the wagon,
women and boys living round there.
Repairing to the Locust Grove Ceme
tery, on Sixth street, between Furet and
Locust, the .reporters were hardly pre
pared for the sight which met theirgaze.
This burying ground has for some time
been used as the Potters’ Field of the
city, and it is here that the friendless
and moneyless are interred. Situated,
as it is, out of the course of ordinary
travel, a square distant from the Wash
ington Shell, comparatively few people
know of the existence of the place, and
fewer have ever seen inside the gates.
Yesterday morning was unusually w arm,
the sun pouring down a flood of heat up
on the pedestrian, rendering exercise
anything but agreeable. Turning from
Washington avenue toward the ceme
tery, the reporter took a hasty survey of
the surroundings, and then of the ground
in which he stood.
Long, low, level fields, unfit for culti
vation, and apparently just to the rank
vegetation thriving upon them, stretched
out, margined here and there by the
banks of a draining canal, and made just
a little picturesque by the dottings of va
grant cattle busy with their tails keeping
off ambitious flies. In the near foreground
of this, laid Potter’s field, a few lcet of
which was shaded by two sickly willows,
whilst the rest lay beneath tke blister
ing heat. Entering the gate, it was
the easiest thing in the world to see
that the square was the
pauper’s last resting place.
In our other cemeteries, friends and
relatives in the pangs of bereavement
rear about loved ones’ last-home mauso
leums of regret, which, in a great meas
ure, serve to mask the naked terrors
of the dark angel, but here death was
visible everywhere. Visible in the latch
you raised to enter the yard, made from
an old coffin, visible in the stain and
mouldy winding-sheet rotting in the
laughing clover beside the walk.
On the left of the central path it was
evident friends had cared *lpr many of
the graves, but on the right the picture
was a sad one indeed. Here, iu a pile
some five feet in height, were some fifty
babies untenanted;
COFFINS RESURRECTED,
after the weary little bodies had wasted
away. They were heaped carelessly to
gether like so much old lumber, one upon
the-other, and the sacrilegious flies seam
ed to be feasting upon the sickening odor
hanging around them. Scattered about
lay coffins of all sizes, and the reporter,
turning over one remarkable for its length
was almost stifled by the stench, to the
effects of which w r ere added the sexton’s
remark that a ease of small-pox had just
been taken out of it. Coffin-lids were
used in many places to mend the fence,
and so many were the uses they were put
to, the whole place breathed destruction
and pestilence.
Following the guides, the reporter
soon arrived at the lately-made grave of
Geo. Banks. It was simply aheap of mud
clods, unmarked and fresh. Those who
had witnessed the burial readily pointed
out the spot, and told how r be was carried
in. The earth about it still bore the marks
of the spade in smoothing it off, and had
begun to crack from the sun’s rays. Near
ly adjoining it were two newly-prepared
graves. Looking into them could be
seen on either side the coffins previously
buried there, showing that the dead had
been packed away like sardines. All of
the graves were crowded together in con
fusion, and no order w r as preserved.
Here could be seen a baby put in be
tween two adults, and there a group of
babies placed belter skelter around. A
visit to the place is enough to satisfy any
one that it cannot help being a breeding
place for disease. Its proximity to the
thickly-settled portions of the city, the
custom of taking out the old coffins of
small-pox copses, and the general lack
of any attention to sanitary laws, certain
ly call for attention.
John Brinkraeyer, a youth fourteen
years of age, on Washington street, near
Magnolia, stated : I was in the grave
yard before the man was buried—l mean
the man that was buried alive—l saw
him move. He moved his toes. The
man moved—it may have been the lift
ing from the cart, but he moved and
moved his toes. I left before he was
buried.
There were a number of other persons
who stated that, hearing a man was be
ing buried alive, they went to the ceme
tery, but were pushed back and refused
admittance.
Schwartz, the sexton of the cemetery,
stated, on being interviewed: “ The man
was dead. I buried him. The coffin
had fallen to pieces from the jolting of
the cart. The lid of the coffin was off.
The lid w r as divided into two pieces.
The driver of the wagon, in driving in
the nail, had driven it in the outside, and
the lid fell off. I do not know what
happened before he got to the cemetery.
I did not see a stone placed on the breast
of the dead man. Jim is a man suited
for his position, and of course he is not
very good-hearted and tender. It is cus
tomary to admit persons to see bodies
buried, but on this day we kept every
body out because there was so much ex
citement.”
Our reporter laid the above particu
lars before Detective Devereaux, and
that officer, with an assiduity deserving
of commendation, promptly instituted a
search after Connors, and eventually
succeeded in finding him at the City
Work-house,where the corporation wag
ons are kept. Connors, before being
E laced under arrest, acknowledged that
e had driven wagon No. 1 to the Locust
Grove Cemetery Wednesday evening, at
4:30 o’clock, with the last remains of
George Banks and a colored child that
he had taken from the Small-Pox Hos
pital, but denied in toto that the man
was alive or that he had stopped on
the w r ay.
A Dose. — A man living far from any
physician was taken suddenly ill. His
family, in great alarm, not knowing what
to do sent for a neighbor who had a rep
utation for doctoring cows.
“ Can’t you give father something to
help him?” asked one of his sons.
“ Wa’al, I don’t know nothin’ about
doctorin’ people.”
“ You know more than we do, for you
can doctor cows. Now r what do you give
them when they’re sick ?”
“ Wa’al, I allersgive cows salts—Epsom
salts. You might try.that on him.”
“ How much shall we give him,” in
quired the son.
“ Wa’al Igi ve cows just a pound. I
suppose man is as quarter as big as a cow
—give him a quarter of a pound !”
—
To preserve the smoothness and soft
ness of the hands, keep a small bottle of
glycerine near the place where you ha
bitually wash them, and whenever you
have finished washing, and before you
wipe them, put one or two drops of the
glycerine on the wet palm and rub the
hands thoroughly with it as if it were
then dry lightly with the towel.
Household work and bad weather will
not prevent your skin from being smooth
and soft, if this plan of using glycerine
is followed.
Getting His Picture Taken.
A ruralist went into a Saratoga photo
graph pillery, the other day, and was ap
parently happy viewing the pictures that
covered the walls. He was asked if he
desired his picture taken. “Don’t mind
if I do,” he replied ; and he was placed
in charge of the operator. Being ques
tioned as to the kind or quality of picture,
he believed “ That it makes no differ
ence to me.” He was seated in a chair,
and seemed highly amused in having
“My head drove back into that pitch
fork.” The operator told him that it
was a liead-rest, and said “Bit quietly,
for I’ll be back for just a moment,”
The ruralist took a chew of tobacco and
then inspected the rest-head to see what
kind of a “ Consarned thing it was, any
way.” Hearing the operator returning,
he shot back into the enair and bent one
ear double trying to get his head into
the rest; but he wouldn’t mind if the
operator didn’t miss it. The camera was
pulled around, aud about one-quarter of
the operator and a mysterious black cloth
disappeared for a moment in it. The
ruralist feared that it was dangerous and
so said, 44 Look out there, Chap, you’ve
that pointed right at me.” It took
five minutes to prove to him that his life
was not in danger. Everything being
in readiness, the operator said, “ Noiv,
look right here ; raise your chin a little ;
look your pleasantest; you can wink, but
you must not move—now hush !” He
also told him it would take a trifle longer
than usual, as it was cloudy. The pho
tographer, with his back turned, was
looking at his watch ; while the one be
ing photographed, immovable as a rock,
gazed into the camera’s disk. But what
thoughts ran through his head, and what
he suffered none but he can tell. That
ear throbbed with pain, and he would
have given a dozen of eggs to scratch his
head. Would have sacrificed five cents
to have a chance to spit. The toe that
he froze in February suddenly woke up,
and he was afraid that a buzzing fly he
heard would promenade down his nose.
His heart seemed to burst, and he would
take his oath that each eye was on fire.
What if he had lost his pockctbook,
or should miss the train. Years of
thoughts whirled round his brain, and
he wondered if there was the least spark
of compassion left in that operator. It
was almost a living death ; but, at last,
at the end of just thirty-five seconds, the
operator “ Shut that dad blasted thing
up and imprudently told me 4 That’ll do!' ”
The picture was shortly mounted and iu
the pocket of the ruralist, who started to
go without settling for the same. In
answer to a question, he said he had for
gotten nothing; and ivas completely
thunder-struck when the picture was re
ferred to, exclaiming : “ You asked me,
didn’t you—l s’posed it was your treat
all the time.” The picture was made a
present to him, as he had just money
enough to pay his way home.—Sarato
gian.
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Wild Men.
The London Academy says : “ During
last session Mr. Bond,an Indian surveyor,
while at work in the Madras Presidency,
to the southwest of the Palanei Hills,
managed to catch a couple of the wild
folk who live in the hill jungles of the
Western Ghats. These people sometimes
bring honey, wax and sandlewood to ex
change with the villagers for cloth, rice
tobacco and betel nut, but they are very
shy. The man was four feet six inches
high ; he had a round head, coarse, black
wooly hair and 'dark brown skin. The
forehead was low and slightly retreating,
the lower part of the face projected like
the muzzle of a monkey, and the mouth,
which was small and oval, with thick
lips, protruded about an inch beyond the
nose ; he had short bandy legs, a com
paratively long body and arms that ex
tended almost to his knees; the back just
above the buttocks was concave, making
the stern appear to be much protruded.
The hands and fingers were dumpy
aud always contracted, so that they could
not be made to stretch out quite straight
and flat; the palms and fingers were cov
ered with thick skin (more especially the
tips of the fingers), the nails were
small and imperfect, and the feet broad
and thick-skinned all over. The woman
was the same height as the man, the
color of the skin was of a yellow tint, the
hair black, long and straight, and the
features well formed. This quaint folk
occasionally eat flesh, but feed chiefly
upon roots and honey. They have no
fixed dwelling places, but sleep on any
convenient spot, generally between two
rocks, or in caves near which they hap
pen to be benighted. Worship is- paid
to certain local divinities of the forest.
Although the race has been reduced to a
few families, their existence was not
unknown, but this is the first time they
have been described with any minute
ness.”
“ The Dark Day.” —The 19th of May,
1780, was distinguished by the phenome
non of a remarkable darkness all over the
Northern States, and is often referred to
as the “ dark day.” At that time the
Legislature of Connecticut was in session
at Hartford. Avery general opinion
prevailed that the day of judgment was
at hand. The House of Representatives
adjourned. A proposal to adjourn the
Council was under eonsoltation. When
the opinion of Colonel Davenport was
asked, he answered : “lam against ad
journment. The day of judgment is
either approaching or it is not. If it is
not, there is no caose for adjournment.
If it is, I choose to be found doing my
duty. I wish, therefore, that caudles
may be brought.
“Biddy,” said a lady, “step over and
see hew old Mrs. Jones is this morning.”
In a few minutes Biddy returned with
the information that Mrs. Jones was
seventy-two years seven months and two
days old that morning.
VOL. I—NO. 36.
Story of a Lightning-Rod Peddler,
He drove his team close up to the
fence, got down and rapped on the door.
The widow Gilkins opened it, when ho
said : “ Mrs. Gilkens, I am cognizant
of the circumstances by which you are at
present surrounded, left, a you are to
trudge down the journey of life through
a cold and heartless world—uo longer
sustained and encouraged by the noble
one to whom you gave the treasures of
your heart’s affection, and bowed down
by the manifold cares and responsibilities
incidental to the rearing of eight small
children on forty acres of sub-carbonifer
ous lime-stone land; yet, Mrs. Gilkers,
you are aware that the season is now
approaching when dark, dismal, dan
ger ious clouds at frequent intervals span
the canopy of heaven, and when zigzag
streaks of electricity dart promiscuously
hither and thither, rendering the habita
tion unsafe for yourself and those dear
little ones; hence, therefore, let me sell
you a copper wire, silver tipped and
highly magnetic lightning rod.’ >
The woman staggered back a few paces
and yelled: “.Narcis, unfasten old
Cronch !” In another instance a savage
bull-dog came dartingaround the corner
of the house, with bristles up, thirsting
for gore. The dog already mangled a
machine agent and patent soap man,
and was held in great esteem by the bet
ter class of citizens for his courage and
service; but when his eye met the hard,
penetrating gaze of Mr. Parsons, his
chops fell, and he slunk off and hid ii
the currant bushes. Then the man
said: “My dear lady, you seem to be a
little excited. Now, if you will allow
me to explain the probable inesti
mable—”
“ Darn ye, I know something that will
start ye,” said Mrs. Gilkens, as she
reached under some bed-clotbing and
brought forth a horse-pistol; but, owing
to the shattered condition Of her nerves,
her aim was unsteady, and the charge of
buckshot missed, save where a few scat
tered ones struck his cheek and bounced
off. A hard, metalic smile spread over his
countenance as he leaned his should
against the door-frame,and again coalmen
ced : “ My dear madame, spasmodic
manifestations of your disinclination to
make a judicious investment of a few pal
try dollars—”
“ Hi—ho!” shrieked the widow, and
collapsed into a kind of jerking swoon ;
and before she recovered a highly
magnetic lightning-rod decorated her
humble domicile, and Parsons had the
blank note filled out all ready for her
signature.
An Old Paper.
From the Southern Baptist Messenger ,
formerly published in this county, under
date of, April 1, 1851, we reprint the
following article, at the solicitation of
an old lady:
Lexington, Ga., Feb. 10, 1851.
Dear and Beloved Brethren and Sisters :
As I am old and well stricken in years,
I feel a desire to let yon know of my trials
and afflictions as a poor sirroer.
I married very young and lived with
in six miles of my father’s, happy ami
content; but when Aycock’s lauds were
divided it fell to our lot to move to Big
Creek.
I thought I would die and be lost, but
my mother told me to seek the Lord—
He was the best Friend. After we came
up here I thought I would seek the Lord as
I had promised my mother; but I would
fray a while and sin a while by turns.
thought a great deal about Election
and Predestination. It was the last
thing I thought of at night, and the first
tiling when I awoke. The Lord have
mercy on me. lam condemned by the
holy law of God; for the thought of
foolishness is sin, and the soul that sins
shall die. I thought I was lost; I could
not shed a tear, and sleep had left me.
I thought if all this world had been mine
I would have given it all to be a Christian.
While meditating Jesus showed himself
as the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and
revealed to me the glorious plan of salva
tion through his death and sufferings,
and that from all eternity it was no new
thing, but had always been fixed in the
counsels of God from eternity. I then
thought I could see how I could be saved
so plainly that I have never forgot it yet-
Bless the Lord, Omy soul! what shall I
render to the Lord for all his benefits t
The Lord is good, and his mercy endur
eth forever; He has given me reason to
hope that nine outof eleven children have
been born of tihe Spirit, and grand chil
dren Ido not know how many, but a
goodly number. O that they all might
hear His voice and come! Dear breth
ren, try to pray for me and them, that
we may be useful.
I shall be seventy-five years of age if I
live to see the first day of May next-
Forty years ago the twelth day of that
month, I trust, the Lord revealed to me
His salvation, and I knew the Lord to
be gracious to my poor soul—l feel that
I have not long to stay here. The Ever
lasting Love of God is my joy and my
song; let him have all the praise—Amin.
“ Thee at all times would I bless ;
Having thee I all possess—
How can I bereaved be
Since I cannot part with thee ?”
Penelope Aycock.
The Pointing Office. —The printing
office has indeed proved a better college
to many a boy, has graduated more use
ful and eonspicious members of society,
has brought more intellect out and turned
it into practical, useful channels, awak
ened more minds, generated more active
elevated thoughts, than many of the lit
erary colleges of the country. A boy
who commences in such a school as the
printingoffice, will have his talents and
ideas brought out; and if he is a careful
observer, experience in his profession
will contribute more toward an educa
tion that can be obtained in almost any
other manner.