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CURRENT TOPICS.
—Libby prison is now a sumac grind
ing mil!.
— A Chicago woman has been the wife !
off ir brothers.
The yield of gold last year in Cali
fornia was twenty millions.
—A mau has been arrested in Pensa
cola, Fla., for stealing a coffin.
—A lady at Ellsworth, Maine, is the
mother of twelve pairs of twins.
—A Texas child of eighty-seven sum
mers recently cut four front teeth.
—An Ohio scamp borrowed funds of a
man to elope with the latter’s wife.
-—A Connecticut convert ninety years
old was baptised by immersion last week.
—Union, Ky., has a child with a per
fectly formed foot where the hand ought
to be.
—A Pennsylvania man has been sent
to jail for carving up a dead mule and
selling it as beef.
—The former wife of a bank cashier in
San Francisco has married a negro, thus
horrifying her fashionable friends of oth
er days.
—John Morrissey, Jr., was buried in a
SSOO coffin, and laid out in a full new suit
of black broadcloth, with diamonds spark
ling on his shirt bosom and in his collar
stud.
—A Louisiana wife tried to poison
herself because her husband in a prayer
meeting had fervently said “amen!” to
the petition of a girl of whom she was
jealous.
—The British ship Melbourne, on her
last voyage to Australia, made the extra
ordinary running of 5,139 miles in seven
teen days, being .considerably over 300
miles daily.
—A little bov of seven summers who
lately died at Halifax, N. S., suffered
from scarlet fever, tneasels and diphthe
ria at the same time* Such a case is of
rare occurrence.
—A sea serpent, which can coil itself
twice around a large sperm, squeeze the
fuh to death and swallow it whole, is a
pretty big snake. Such was the monster
awn by a British Captain of San Roque.
—ln London a Jew has been charged
with the. murder of a Jew. It is said that
this is tlie first time such a thing hap
peaed, and that the Inst Jew hanged in
England was hanged 200 years ago lor
forgery.
—A Tennessee paper has discovered
that rum the country $200,000,000
and the clergy $2‘>0,000,000, whereat a
profane contemporary cries for the abol
ishment of the iatter on the ground of
economy.
•—The amount of meat consumed an
n-. ply per head in Spain is 25 pounds;
in - oj, oo; Sweden, Oh; Prussia, 50;
Austria, 58; Belgium, 67; Prance, 73 ;
South Germany, 78 ; Mecklenburg, 85 ;
England, 205.
—A young girl in Stamford, Conn., was
.•■tipped by her father for allowing an
objectionable follow to court her. She
retaliated > p ting arsenic in her pa
itiut’a coffee tw.ee, but each lime made
the dose so large that he was not killed.
—Two well diggers were at work in
Bloomington, 111., and had, after reach
ing forty feet, begun to bore deeper with
a drill. Suddenly there was an out-burst
of gas, which was lighted by the flame of
a caudle, and the explosion killed both
of the men. ,
—A new sect, called “ The Purifiers,”
has arisen in Russia. Their leading doc
trines are said to be that all must marry
on becoming of age, but that the hus
band must be subordinate to the wife,
and recognize her as the head of the fam
ily. Also, that once a week he must
confess his sins to his wife.
—Nearly 20,000 alligator skins are
yearly used by the boot and shoe manu
facturers in the United States. Only por
tions of the hides are serviceable. These
are packed in strong brine, and shipped
to the Northern tanner, who keeps them
under treatment for six or eight months,
when they are ready for use.
—Birds are reported dying by the thous-;
nnd in New England, where the great j
depth and long continuance of the snow ;
prevent their getting at the seeds and
grubs on which they usually live. Many j
people, both city and country, have large j
flocks which they feed daily, but the
great mass are starving to death.
—A Louisiana paper says that horse
stealing is managed in that State as fol-1
lows : The owner of tbe horse makes a j
bargain with the thief to take the horse
to Iberville or Baton Rouge aud sell him’. :
The thief brings the owner half the mon- ;
ey aud tells the name of the purchaser, j
Then the owner goes and reclaims the
horse as having been stolen.
—An English officer lately put up at;
the Dakbungalow, near the sacred lake
of Posh, India, which swarms with aliga
tore that are fed and watered by tbe
□Atives. About midnight the sentry
raised an alarm because one of the dan
gerous reptiles had crept up to tbe bun
galow. Puzzled by the noise the aligator
crawled into a bed room, and the officer
killed it with his pistol. Next morning
the population was furious, and the Eng
lishman barely escaped with his life.
When, many years ago, the officers shot
sacred peacocks in sport, and got killed
in return, Sir Charles Napier issued the
laconic order: “If officers will shoot
peacocks, Beloochees will shoot officers.”
#§ldhwjje €d|®,
BY T. L. GANTT.
A MOTHER S DIARY.
Morning! Baby on the floor,
Making for the fender;
Smiling seems to make it sneeze,
Baby “ on a bender !”
All the spools upset and gone,
Chairs drawn into file,
Harnessed strings all drawn across,
Ought to make one smile.
Apron clean, curls smooth, eyes blue
(How these charms will dwindle !)
For I rather think—don’t you—
Baby “ is a swindle !”
Noon ! A tangled, silken floss,
etting in blue eyes;
Aprons that will not keep clean,
If a bahv tries ;
One blue shoe untied, undone
Underneath the table;
Chairs gone mad, and blocks and toys,
Well as they are able;
Baby in a high chair, too,
Yelling for his dinner.
Spoon in mouth; 1 think—don’t von—
Baby “ is a sinner I”
Night! Chairs all setback again,
Blocks and spools in order;
One blue shoe beneath a mat,
Tells of a marauder;
Apron folded on the chair,
Plaid dress torn and wrinkled,
Two pink feet kicked pretty bare,
Eittle fat knees crinkled ;
In his crib, and conquered, too,
By sleep, best evangel.
Now I surely think—don’t you—•
Baby is an angel.
THE MARCH OF TIME.
From the dark and troubled surges
Of the roaring sea of time,
Evermore a world emerges,
Solemn, beautiful, sublime.
So of old from Grecian water,
’Mid the music and the balm,
Rose the dread Olympian’s daughter,
Floating on the azure calm.
Evermore the worlds are fading,
Evermore the worlds will bloom,
To refute our weak upraiding,
To throw brightness on the gloom.
Ever the imperfect passes,
But the perfect ever grows ;
Forests sink to drear morasses,
Fairer landscapes to disclose.
All the beauty all the splendor
Of the ancient earth and sky—
Graceful forms and persons tender,
All have passed in silence by.
Man the fairest, man the youngest,
Man, the darling of the gods,
With the weakest, with the strongest,
Travels to the still abodes.
All his brothers, uulamenting,
To the eternal plan uouform,
Fall, unquailing, unrepenting,
In the calm, and in the storm.
Man, too, with a quiet hearing,
With brave heart and steadfast eye.
Undisturbed and undespairing,
Yes, with noble joy must die!
Has he heard what nature proffered ?
Gladly taken what she gave ?
Now the one last gift is offered—
Lei him take that gift—the grave.
With a grand renunciation
Let him leave to earth and sun
For another generation
All the good that he hath done.
Knowing that the laws eternal
Never, never can deceive
liaised above the sphere diurnal,
And too noble far to grieve.
Glad that he has been the agent
Of the universal heart,
That, in life’s majestic pageant,
lie has played no worthless part.
So a great and holy feeling
Shall sustain his human soul,
And a silent strength revealing
Shall the part reseek the whole.
It shall change; but shall not perish,
Now in life and now in death,
For w hat must we love and cherish
Dies to breathe a nobler breath.
A Valley of Bones.
Several acres of level ground in Boon
county, Ky., surrounded by hills, were
once a marsh of quicksand. Now there
is a fertile surface, under which is a vast
quantity of bones of animals that, long
ago, sank into the quicksand when they
ventured on it to drink. The account of
a week’s excavating is given by a corres
pondent of the Louisville Courier-Jour
nal, who says; “ The bone bed is from
ten to twelve feet beneath the present
surface of the ground—l say present
because the valley, having recently suuk,
is annually inundated, till there is a
deposit of several feet over the original
earth. James Douglass in 1773 reported
the bones to be so thick upon the
ground that he could walk on them
—teeth of ten pounds weight, tusks elev
en feet long, thigh bones five and ribs
ten. The first shipment made of these
remains was by Dr. Goferth, who in 1803
loaded a flatboat with them.and sent them
to England, where they are now in the
British Museum. President Thomas
Jefferson, then President of the Ameri
can Philosophical Society, had a collec
tion made in 1805, a portion of which he
gave to the French naturalist Cuvier.
In 1819 a third collection was made by
the Western Museum Society. In 1533
a resident exhumed a skeleton, twenty
two feet long and eleven feet high, with
tusks twelve feet long, all of which are
now in the Kentucky department of the
British Museum.” The new diggiug
yields an immense number of bones, and
the deposit seems to be almost inhausti
ble.
—An Englishman recently committed
suicide by swallowing nearly the whole
of an eight-page newspaper. It choked
him.
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 23, 1877.
INEZ DE CASTRO.
The royal monastery of Alcobaca is |
a pretty village of the same name, about!
fifteen leagues north of Lisbon ; it is well
sheltered, particularly toward the west,
by rising grounds, which gradually as- j
cended to an immense elevation. It was j
founded in the 1170 by Alphonso, the j
first King of Portugal, in consequence of |
taking the fortress of Sautarem from the
Moors, the capture of which he had pre
viously avowed to commemorate by a
monastry. A Portuguese writer, in !
speaking of this magnificent structure, j
says its cloisters are cities, its sacristy a ;
church, and the church a basalisk.
Contiguous to the transept of the
church belonging to this convent there is
a Gothic mausoleum of hewn stone, in
the middle of which there are two mag
nificent sepulchres of white marble, con
taining the remains of Don Pedro the
First, King of Portugal, and of Donna
Inez de Castro, his consort. A cumbeni,
effigy of each is placed in their respective
tombs, by which the former is represent
ed by a long beard, a severe countenance,
and ifi the act of drawing his sword.
The latter is represented with a beautiful,
innocent countenance dressed in royal
robes adorned with the diadem.
There are but few personages recorded
in history who have been oftener cele
brated by dramatic writers than this un
fortunate princess. ’There have been no
less than five tragedies formed from her
pitiful narrative, the simple recital of
which, without having occasion to resort
to fiction, are sufficient to fill up all the
scenes of pity and terror, and to show to
what lengths love and revenge are capable
of transporting the human mind.
Don Pedro, of Alfonzo the Fourth,
King of Portugal, and heir apparent to
the crown, having fallen in love with a
lady of the court, named Donna Inez de
Castro, thought he could not share the
crown which awaited him with a more
amiable person. She uuited to all the
charms of beauty the most amiable and
accomplished manners. The prince,
waiving all considerations of birth and
fortune, was privately married to her by
the Bishop of Guarda.
Notwithstanding the nuptials were
performed with all the secrecy imagina
ble, yet they reached the King’s ear,
who had premeditated a consort for Don
Pedro in the King of Castile’s daughter.
He questioned him as to the truth of the
report; but knowing his father’s arbitra
ry disposition, lie thought it prudent to
conceal the fact. The nobility also had
intimation of the marriage, and the pre
ference given to Inez had awakened their
jealousy. Hence they took every oppor
tunity of representing her as a woman of
the greatest ambition, and pretended
that very fatal consequences were to be
apprehended from such an alliance ; they
also condemned the prince as a rash and
disobedient son.
The King, who was a man of weak
understanding, gave ear to their calumny,
and they w r orked upon his passions to
that degree that lie resolved to murder
the unfortunate princess. Accordingly,
he set out to perpetrate the horrid deed,
accompanied by three of his courtiers
and a number of armed men. Donna Inez
at this time resided in Coimbra,in the pal
ace of Santa Clara, where she passed her
time in the most private manner, educa
ting her children, and attending to the
duties of her domestic affairs. The prince,
unfortunately, was abroad on a hunting
party when the King arrived.
The beautiful victim came out to meet
him, with her two infant children, who
clung about his knees, screaming aloud
for mercy. She prostrated herself at his
feet, bathed them with tears, and suppli
cated pity for her children, beseeching
him to banish her to some remote desert,
where she would gladly wander an exile
with her babes. The feelings of nature
arrested his arm just raised to plunge a
dagger in her breast. But his counsel
lors, urging the necessity of her death,
and reproaching him for his disregard to
the welfare of the nation, he relapsed
into his former resolution, and comman
ded them to dispatch her ; at which they
rushed forward, regardless of the cries of
beauty and innocence, and struck off her
head.
Soon after the above transaction, the
prince arrived, but, alas! he found those
eyes that were used to watch his return
with impatience closed in death! The
sight of his beloved Inez weltering in
gore filled his mind with distraction, and
kindled every spark of revenge within his
soul. In all the agouy of rage he called
aloud on the avenging hand of Heaven to
punish those monsters who had deprived
him of all he held dear upon earth. As soon
as her honored remains were interred, he
put himself at the head of an army who
sympathized writh his distress; they car
ried fire and sword through the adjacent
provinces, and laid waste to the estates
of the murderers.
The royal troops could not oppose
them ; they fled at the appearance of the
gallant avengers of innocence. But the
i King, wretched man, could not fly from
j himself; the cries of his grandchildren
! still echoed in his ears, and the bleeding
image of their unfortunate mother was
1 still before bis eyes. Death at length
i commiserated his situation, and he expir
ed, full of repentance for his accumulated
crimes. He was au undutiful son, an
i unnatural and cruel father. The prince
* ifow ascended the throne in the thirty-
seventh year of his age.
He no sooner obtained the power than
he meditated to avenge the death of his
beloved Inez. The three murderers,
namely, Pedro Ceolo, Diego Lopez
Paclieo, and Alvaro Gonsalvez, had fled
into Castile previous to the death of the
late King. The prince ordered them to
be tried on a charge of high treason : and
being found guilty, their effects were con
fiscated. Next he contrived to seize their
persons, by agreeing with the King of
Castile that both should reciprocally j
deliver up the Portugese and Castilian!
fugitives who sought protection in their
respective domains. Gonsalvez and j
Ceolo were accordingly arrested, and :
sent in chains to Portugal; Pacheo escap- j
ed into Frruce. The King was at Santa- j
rem when the delinquents were brought :
to him, and instautly ordered them to be j
laid on a pyre that was previously formed,
contiguous to which be bad a banquet
prepared.
We drop a veil over their lingering ■
tortures before the torch was kindled. ]
They equaled those of Inquisition in its
darkest day—
“ The Inquisition, with her burning feast,
The faith’s red : auto’ fed with human fuel.”
Finally, the pyre was set in a blaze, in
presence of which the King dined.
Having thus far appeased his insatiable
thirst of revenge, be ordered his mar
riage with Donna Inez to be published
throughout the kingdom; then her body
was taken out of the sepulchre, covered
with legal robes, and placed on a mag
nificent throne, around which his minis
ters assembled and did homage to their
lawful Queen. After this ceremony her
corpse was trcnslatod frora Coimbra to
Alcobo with a pomp hitherto unknown :
though the distance between these two
places is fifty-two miles, yet the road on
both sides all the v.ay, was lined with
people holding lighted tapers.
The funeral was attend by all the no
bles in Portugal, dressed mourning
cloaks; their ladies also attending iq
white mourning veils. The cloud which
the above disaster cast over the mind cf
Don Pedro was never totally dispersed;
and as he lived in a state of celibracy the
remainder of his life, agreeable to his
vow, there was nothing to divert his at
tention from ruminating on the fate of
his beloved wife. The impression her
death made on him was strongly charac
terized, not only in the tortures he inflict
ed on her murderers, but also in the acts
of his administration, which, from their
severity, induced his countrymen to give
him the appellation of Pedro the cruel.
Kark ’iVais’s Inaocsatue.
When Mark Twain lived in Virginia
he roomed with Dan De Quiile. All the
miseries which Quiile ever endured and
all the bad characters dated from that
time. They li#ed in several different
lodging houses, aud were turned out of
them all, one after another, all on account
of Dau who soon acquired a bad reputa
tion second to none in Virginia. No
respectable family would harbor Dau
who knew anything about him, and the
very mention of his name would cause a
landlady to hold up her hands in virtuous
horror. One morning Mark woke up
and heard the landlady’s eat mewing
about the door which was open. Dan
was fast asleep and Mark grabbed one of
his heavy boots and threw it with fatal
precision, at the intruder. The cat limp
ed off with a broken leg (the boot weigh
ed five pounds,) and the landlady secured
the missile and waited for its owner to
appear. Mark got up, dressed, and went
out with both boots on. The landlady
greeted him with a pleasant smile, and
when Dan got up and was walking about
in his stocking feet hunting for his left
boot, he received a scathing dressing
down frora the landlady, who, without
allowing him to explain, ordered him to
leave the house. Mark condoled him in
his trouble, and said, “ I’ll stick to ye,
Dan.” The next house they moved into
had a pantry close to the room assigned
to them. Every night Mark would steal
two or three mince pies and eat them
entire without giving Dan a sight at
them. In the morning the landlady
would be brushing about near the door,
Dan would be asleep, aud Mark would
open out in a loud voice as follows:
“ Dan, this business won’t do. Those pies
don’t belong to you. In the first place it’s
petty larceny, and then in the next place
it gets crumbs in the bed. We’ll get
notice to quit pretty soon. ’Taint the
square thing on the landlady. Now, this
is the last time I propose to speak about
this.” The landlady, who took in every
word, would give poor Dan notice to quit,
and never hear a word of explanation.
“ When they fire you out, Dan, it means
me, too,” Mark would say, in tones of
brotherly affection that melted Dan’s
! inner nature, and caused him to think
there were some true men in the world
; after all, and he used often to remark in
! speaking of Twain, “ A man who never
; shakes a friend in adversity is the noblest
work of God.”
—A Baltimore policeman found a fam
! ily in an awful plight. Every member
t had been stricken with scarlet fever, and
three children had died, not of the dis
] ease, but of starvation. There was not a
j morsel of food in the garret, and every
available article of clothing or furniture
had long ago been pawned. The w ife
was abed, unconscious, and the husband
had stretched himself on tbe floor 66 die.
ANECDOTES OF SIGNOR BLITZ.
How h PDEiled an Archbishop, Fright
ened Psknuliil, nnd Stampeded the
Medical Students.
From the New York World.
To the boyish tricks of Signor Blitz in J
his native village his neighbors ascribed
the loss of their sheep, mishaps to their !
cattle, and any unusual occurrence with
in twenty miles of the town. Indeed,
the good priest and burghers of the town
held a solemn council to consider what
should be done with this uncanuy boy.
No result seems to have come of their
deliberations, “yet,” says the author,
“the villagers might be seen standing a
long way off gazing at my person, and
alleging that they saw most mysterious i
sights of beings passing in and out of the
chimneys, through the windows, and of j
red and blue fires burning round the house
at midnight.”
At Exeter, England, in the early part j
0f1826, he was summoned before the j
Archbishop and Church’Council, prior to
a performance, and called upon to an
swer vorious charges of irreligion, and as
being an “ idle, mischievous person.”
The council were not able to find him
guilty, but he treated them to a gratui
tous performance. He astonished the
assemblage by announcing that a watch,
which he exhibited, would be transported :
to a cushion in the cathedral pulpit; aud i
there it was found when a messenger
went to search for it.
His first feat as a ventriloquist was in ;
a dissecting room, whither he had been
invited by a medical frieud. The doctor,
scalpel in hand, had an incision in the
body of a woman, to which she protested.
“ It is cruel to mutilate,” said the voice,
“ the remains of a woman.”
“ Yes,” came from another body upon
a table; “itis an outrage to thus abuse
a woman.” Doctor and students made a
rush for the door, aud it was only when
the surgeon was frantically driven home
in his carriage, taking Signor Blitz with
him, that the ventriloquist explained.
It is impossible to give more than a
few of the many anecdotes which Signor
Blitz himself has left of his long life and
varied experience. Meeting Paganini,
the violinist, during a visit to Glasgow,
an infant’s cry came from within the
great Italian’s fiddle.
“My God I” said Paganini, “ what is
this?”
“ You know whose child it is,” said a
female voice from a neighboring closet.
The excited musician rushed to the closet,
thence back to his violin, ami then turn
ed around to see Signor Blitz laughing
and to receive his explanation.
An Egyptian mummy was presented
by the American Consul at Cairo to a
Philadelphia museum. A crowd was
oue day about the case, aud wa3 startled
by voice from amid the multitudinous
linen folds.
“ Open the box I open the box I” said
the voice.
“Who are you?” asked oue visitor,
more venturesome than the rest.
“ I’m a descendeut of the Pharoah,”
answered the voice.
“ What do you want?”
“Ask yourself. Your confounded
Yankee curiosity has waked me up from
the sleep of ages. Open the box I”
“What’s your name?”
“Signor Blitz,” answered tbe voice,
and the great ventriloquist made him
self known.
The Signor while in Nova Scotia was
approached hv an old orange woman with
a basket of delicious fruit. He bought
au orange for sixpence, and cutting it
in half drew from the center a golden
sovereign. This performance was re
peated with another orange, the old wo
man looking on with amazement. He
was about to take a third from her bas
ket, when she snatched it away and vow
ed he should have no more sovereigns for
a sixpence.
Introduced to a very solemn clergy -
1 man in Hartford Conn., that gentleman
abruptly denounced the Signor for per
formances which were “ dangerous to the
welfare of mankind,” and much more of
the same sort. Interrupting him, the
Signor plucked a pack of playing-cards
from the pocket of his ministerial coat,
aud withdrew a dice-box aud dice from
his clerical hat. Siguor Blitz was
troubled no more with orthodox objec
tions from that gentleman.
In the old Sixth Street Market, Phila
delphia, he bought a dozen eggs for 2-1
cents from a stolid Dutchman. “ Clear
as wasser rait a well-bucket, eh ?” remark
ed the vender, as he handed them over.
The Signor broke one and there came
peeping through the aperture first a
feathered head and then a whole canary
bird, which sang sweetly to the man of
eggs.
The Signor’s fuu-making propensity
seems to have been irresistible,and found
expression in all manner of startling
ways and places. He made a negro cry
out from within his trunk on one occa
sion, aud came near being arrested as an
abolitionist. He made his horse talk,and
frightened the hostler so that he could not
be induced to re-enter the stable. So the
Signor wa3 himself compelled to groom
the animal. His favorite resort seems to
have been in the market-places, where
he ga\*e voice to chickens and pigs and
fish and even oysters, to the great confus
ion of the market people. But wheu he
had had his laugh the kind-heaited Pro
fessor never failed to makegood any
i diiect or iadiiwC, that biz victims mi^ht
VOL. Ill —NO. 20.
have suffered. His benevolence was
comprehensive, and it is said of him that
he gave away half of what he made in
charity. In the Island of St. John, how
ever, an offer to give to the poor the pro
ceeds of one of his entertainments was
refused by the village pastor. “What?”
said the shepherd, “receive alms for the
poor from a wizard—a bewitched hand ?
Oh.no! What spiritual graces would
flow upon the objects in distress?”
AsccioUs of Princess Victoria.
There is a pretty little story told by the
governess of the Princess Victoria, aud
which was published not very long ago,
of how this little girl of twelve summers
felt wheu she found out quite suddenly
that she was to be the Queen. It is iu a
letter aJdressed to Queen Victoria her
self.
“ I said to the Duchess of Kent that
your Majesty ought to know your place
in the succession. Her Royal Highness
agreed with me, and I put the genealogi
cal table into the historical book.
Wheu Mr. Davis [the Queen’s instructor,
afterward Bishop of Peterborough,] was
gone, the Princess Victoria opened, as
usual, the book again, and seeing the ad
ditional paper, said, “ I never saw' that
before.” “it was not thought necessary
you should, Princess,” I aswered. “ 1
see I am nearer the throne than I
thought.” “ iso it is, madam,” I said.
After some moments the Princess resum
ed; “Now, many a child would boast,
but they don’t know the difficulty.
There is much splendor, but there is
more responsibility. The Princess hav
ing lilted up the forefinger of her righ*
hand while she spoke she gave me that
little hand, saying, “I will be good. 1
understand now why you urged mu so
much to laru even Latin. My cousins
Augusta aud Mary never did; but you
told me that Latiu is the foundation of
English grammar, and of all the elegant
expressions, I learned it as you wished;
but i understand all better now,” aud
the Princess gave me her hand, repeat
ing, “ I will be good I”
Is not this a pretty story? Cannot you
fancy this little girl, overawed by the
great thought of being a Queen, and un
derstanding how wonderful it was, yet
fiuding nothing more solemn to say in
simplicity (and, indeed, if she had
searched the world for elegant expres
sion, what could she have found better?)
than those dear child’s-words, “I will be
good!” I think there could not be a more
charming little historical scene. “ I cried
much on learning it,” is the note which
the Queea’s hand writes on the margin.
No doubt the little maiden was freight
ened into seriousness and drew her breath
quick when she first knew what was be
fore her—Queen! of au empire upon
which, as we are fond of saying, “ the
sun never sets,” yet ouly twelve years
old, a little girl in a white frock, with
big blue eyes opened wide with wonder.
Think how you w ould feel who are the
same age, if anything one-tenth part as
wonderful were told you !
Slander.
Never use a lady’s name in an im
proper place, at au improper time, or in
mixed company. Never make assertions
about her that you think untrue, or allu
sions that she herself would blush to
hear. When you meet with men who
do not sc r uple to use a woman’s name in
a reckless manner, shun them; they are
the very worst members of the commu
nity ; men lost to every sense of honor,
every feeling of humanity. Many a
good and worthy woman’s character has
been forever ruined and her heart broken
by a lie, manufactured by some villain,
and repeated where it should not have
been, and iu presence of those whose lit
tle judgment could not deter them from
circulating the fool and bragging report.
A slander is soon propagaled, and the
smallest thiug derogatory to a woman’s
character will fly on the wings of the
wind and magnify as it circulates, uutil
its monstrous weight crushes the poor,
unconscious victim. Respect tbe name
of woman. Your mother and sisters are
women, and as you would have their fair
name untarnished, and their lives unim
bittered by the slanderer’s bitter tongue,
heed the ill your own words may bring
upon the mother, the sister or the wife
of some fellow creature.
A Father Starves His Child to Dentil.
About four years ago Carl Wailand
and wife settled on the ridge two miles
from Chaseburg, Wis. During the first
year of hi3 residence, when his wife was
about to be confined, Wailand drove her
from the house, and the child born
in the straw stack. She then went into
the house, with the child iu her arms,
but was refused admission by the hus
band. She went to the granary, and a
twin brother was born. During this
neglect one of the babies and the mother
{lied. Wailand soon married again, and
his wife became a mother about a month
ago. The surviving child of the first
wife died of starvation and neglect on
Monday last, and was buried secretly by
the father in the burying ground. The
new-made grave excited the suspicions
of the neighbors toward Wailand, and
on being interrogated he acknowledged
that his child had died and had been
buried by him elf. The body was ex
humed, and a Coroner’s jury summoned
which, on the statement of a physician,
brought in a verdict that the child starved
death.
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DEVILTRIES.
—The great sensus-taker: ruin.
—Maid of money: a young heiress.
—For what purpose was Eve made?
For Adam’s Express Company.
—What part of a ship most resemble*
your mother-in-law? The main-stay.
—We notice that the spring style of
oath is the same as s-woru last year.
—A good suggestion is like a crying
baby at church: it ought to be carried
out.
—Don’t want his heirs to starve to
death: the man who left provisions in
his will.
—Appearances are deceiving. The
counterieit neckels hare tbe motto, “ la
God we trust.”
—“ All the world’s a top,” eays the
philosopher of the Brooklyn Argus, “and
woman spins it.”
A Connecticut clergyman, who was
promised more than he can collect, has
asked for a reduction of salary.
—lf you have religion you need act
tell people about it; they will find it ©ut
after trading with you awhile,
—To cure a fit of blues, if single, get
married; if married, get a divorce. Ei
ther will occupy the mind for some time.
—An Irishman returned from his trav
els gallantly compared his landlady to
Vesuvius, because she was a fine old
crater.
—A little girl, sent out to hunt eggs,
came back unsuccessful, complaining
that “ lots of hens were standing around
doing nothing.”
—The Red Sea is rapidly changing
color, and some day folks will go out to
see a Red Sea and see a sea unlike the
sea they expect to see.
—The most laconic will on record is
that of a man who died in 1791. It read :
“ I have nothing ; I owe a great deal —tbe
rest I give to the poor.”
—Jones says the war on mothers-in
law is unkind. He has nothing much
against his mother-iu-law, except the
fact that her children were not sons.
—The sale of Bibles in Chicago is said
to be three times as great as it was a year
ago. Mr. Moody drew attention to tke
work and they think it is anew book.
—The lady who wears one-button
gloves is only half as good as the lady
who wears two-button gloves, and thus is
life graded for the footsteps of good
society.
—Theodore Tilden makes no more
mistakes on sleeping cars. He carries &
red woolen shirt around with him to pin
on the curtains of his berth as a guide
board.
—A Chicago miracle is spoiled by phy
sicians, who say that the woman who
thinks she recovered from paralysis in
direct answer to prayer, was cured by
natural means.
—>lr. Beecher says a million dollars
is a very poem. We desire to state that
this article of poem will be accepted, if
w r e have to crowd out advertisements to
make room for it.
—“ I’m afraid I am sitting on your
crinoline, ma'am.” “ Oh, never mind,
sir, it’s of no consequence ; you can’t hurt
it.” “ No, ma’am, it’s not that; but the
confounded thing hurts me.”
—Moody says “we don’t want any
more painted Christians.” Keep cool,
ladies, don’t get indignant; h : s language
was purely metaphorical, symbolic, figu
rative, and had no reference to toilet
mysteries.
—There i3 one good thing about Amer
ican illustrated newspapers. In each
number is a long and lucid explanation
of the pictures, so that one ran generally
tell which is meant for the house and
which for a man.
—“ Yes,” remarked a tramp as he
stretched himself out to sleep on a seat
in the Senate gallery, “ the glorious pa
ladium of our liberties must be preserv
ed. We can’t watch these politicians too
I closely ; in fact, I think 1 shall stay here
all night.”
—There had been a discussion about
thj cost of a dress, aud she was wrathy.
“ It’s all very well,” she pouted, “for
to expect a woman to beau angel. But
I’d have you know, sir, that I wouldn’t
be even an angel unless my wings could
be cut goring! There, now !”
—Professor Swing says that common
j sense is the best guardian angel any
i young woman can have around. But,
| lacking this, a wart on the nose, a twist
j in the eyes, aud short red hair afford a
! very good substitute in the way of a
| protector.
—“I had niuq children te support,
1 and it kept me busy,” said Smith to
Jones, as they met, “ but ode of the girls
got married. Now; I have ” “Eight,”
i interrupted Jones. ‘ No, ten—counting
j the son-in-law!” said Smith with a sigh
which might have been heard afar off.
—The effect of a border drama on the
boys in the gallery of a theatre is thus
described in the Philadelphia Time*:
!
I “When at last the curtain drops on a
! scene brilliant with red fire anu stifling
with saltpetre, the hero standing amid
! tbe ruins of the Sioux nation with hL
i ‘gurrul’ on his breast and the Amaricau
Sag waiving over their heads, ch:y don’s
: care if the whole world would black
1 their own fh>>es uyJ stop buying the
daily pa pet