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DEVILTRIES.
—A hand to hand affair—marriage.
—The best air to live in—Millionare.
The woman question, “ Is he rich ?”
—A very corpulent man from Toledo
was the first prisoner out. He fanned
himself.
—The young lady who took the gen
tleman’s fancy has returned it with
thanks.
—Those papers which haven’t publish
ed war maps are securing the most sub
scribers.
—They say General Spinner used to
eat green apples when he was going to
sign a bundle of greenbacks.
—A Detroit doctor says that one rea
son why there are so few female fools in
the world is because thin shoes and tight
lacing kills them off at an early age.
Now York City lias discovered that
it has 16,000 marriageable women whom
nobody wants to marry, and the Sun sug
gests that some af them be drowned.
—The saloon in the basement of the
Capitol is furnished with fifty-four kinds
of stimulants, but no Congressman ever
takes ove r thirty kinds at one sitting.
—Some one says old maids go by the
name of “wilted lilies” now. Probably
because, years agone, when certain young
men asked them “ Wilt thou ?” they wil
ted not.
—Yellow may he the fashion if it
wants to, hut all the red-headed girls say
they can get along with pale blue—they
don’t care anything for style—they don’t
want to look pretty.
—One cannot be too careful this
weather. A swell exchanged his heavy
winter cane for a light bamboo, and the
consequence was a severe cold that laid
him up for a week.
—Charles Kingsley said he did not see
why we should not be as just to an ant
as to a human being. Human beings
don’t crawl up a girl’s stocking at a pic
nic and scare her in two feet of eternity.
—lnteresting triangular struggles in
the Western Slates —A Congressional
Commission are gathering grasshopper
data, the farmers are gathering the grass
hoppers, ami the grasshoppers are gath
ering the crops. The odds are three to
one on the grasshoppers.
When a man is laid up with a bro
ken lag and there is no flour in the house
nothing pleases him so much as to have
the member- ot the soilety to which he
belongs present him with a series of res
olutions expressing their high apprecia
tion of his high moral character.
—The best solace for the desponding
patriot now may be expressed in the
words of the mighty Daniel Webster:'
“Fellow-citizens, you have a waterfall
a hundred and fifty feet high. No peo
ple with a waterfull a hundred and fifty
feet high ever lost their liberties.”
—When the foreman of the average
daily paper calliopes down the tin tele
phone for “ more copy.” the editor calm
ly blows the foam back from the edge of
a half-gallon measure and replies in un
ruffled tones : “ Hammer another Black
sea on the war map and give it to ’em
again.”
—A Kentucky dentist undertook to
plug one of the teeth of a favorite mule.
He bored and bored until the drill struck
something that seemed to lift the ani
mal's soul right off its hinges. That’s
the way the coroner explained it, and
since then a wild mule has been gallop
ing up and down the country, seeking
for fresh worlds to conquer.
—On Monday night the household of
Gen. Phil Sheridan was thrown into a
state of confusion. Certain swaddling
garments were brought forth. An addi
tion was expected in Phil’s family ranks.
There were just clothes enough lor one.
But a fair came and two had to be gar
mented. The babes being both of the
female persuasion, the General can’t
make army officers out of them, and he
is seriously contemplating making them
both goddesses of liberty.
—The Burlington Hawkeye tells of a
solitary Ohio man who demanded, in a
husky voice, at the office window in the
railway station : “ Tik’t.” “ Where to ?”
asked the unruffled monopolist behind
the window. “’Nywhere! Anywhere!”
was the frenzied response. “ Anywhere !
Clean through ! Clean aerost ! To Bur
glarry. or Proosliy, or the Danube, or
Diffendorfer, or any place. Anywhere
out af au ungrateful country, that coldly
turns it.* back upon its deserving chil
dren. Any where out of America!”
And he bowed his head and wept. He
was the only man in Ohio that didn’t get
as office.
—“ And above all, Nellie, my love,”
were the parting words of a woman to her
daughter as the hack to convey the
newly-wedded pair to the depot drew up
to the door, “above all, Nellie, if you
should quarrel —for John is but a man
and life is full of thorns—remember that
your first duty is to yourself as a lady and
a housekeeper. Order and neatness above
all things. Never hit your husband with
a rolling-pin or potatoe-masher. You
could never forgive yourself if such a
blow were to be followed by tbe appear
ance of a hair at table in a dish of mash
ed potatoes or a pie-crust when you had
company at tea. The poker will do
quite as well, and it is infinitely more
lady-like. Good-bye. Write every day
aid don’t forget your poor old mother.
Bii boo!’
Cll)it (Dgldljorpc Cdj®.
BY T. L. GANTT.
TO ISIDORE.
[When Edgar A. Poe was publishing
his paper, the Broadway Journal, in New
York, in 1745, the following poem was
contributed to it by him. Strangely
enough it does not appear in any of his
collected works. Apropos to the renew
ed interest in the poet’s works, which the
movement on foot of placing a monument
over his almost forgotten dust excites, we
reproduce the poem, which will compare
favorably with- his most celebrated pro
ductions :]
Beneath the vine-clad eaves
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door—
Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves —•
Within thy snowy, clasped hand
The purple flowers it bore—
Last eve, in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymph from fairy land,
Enchantress of the flowry wand,
Most beauteous Isadore.
And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned did overflowing seem
With the deep untold delight
Of Love’s serenite;
Thy classic brow, like lillies white,
And pale as the imperial Night
Upon her throne with stars benight,
Enthralled mysoul to thee!
Ah ! Even I behold
Thy dreamy passionate eyes,
Blue as the languid skies,
Hung with the sunset’s fringe ef gold ;
How strangely e’ear thine image glows,
And olden memories
Are startled from their long repose,
Like shadows on the silent snows,
When suddenly the night wind blows
Where quiet moonlight lies.
Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harj>3 unknown,
Of birds forever flown—
Audible as the voice of streams
That munnur in some leafy dell,
I bear thy gentlest tone ;
An 1 Silence cometh with her spell,
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell
When tremulous in dreams 1 tell
My love to thee alone;
In every valley heard
Floating from tree to tree
L ss beautiful to me
The music of the radiant bird,
Than artless accents such as thine,
Whose echoes never flee !
Ah ! how for thy sweet voice I pine ;
For uttered in thy tones benign,
Enchantress, this rude name of mine
Does seem a meiodv !
sar.ixo ak it.vi).
They are sitting around upon barrels and
chairs,
Discussing their own and their neighbor’s
a flairs,
And the look of content that is seen on each
face
Seems to say, “ I have found my appropriate
place”—
Sitting around.
In bar-rooms and groceries calmly they sit,
And serenely chew borrowed tobacco, and
spit,
While the stories they tell and the, jokes that
they c>aek
Show their hearts have grown hard and un
doubtedly black
While sitting around.
The “ sitter around” is a man of no means,
And his face wouldn’t pass for a quart of
white beans,
Yet he somehow or other contrives to exist.
And is frequently seen with a drink in his fist,
While sitting around.
The loungers they toil not, nor yet do they
spin.
Unless it be yarns while enjoying their gin;
They are people of leisure, yet often ’tis true,
They allude to the work they’re intending to
do,
While sitting around.
They’ve a habit of talking of other men’s
wives
As they whittle ap sticks with their horn
handled knives—
They’re a scaly old set, and wherever yon go
A’oil’ll find them in groups or strung out in a
row,
Sitting around.
None I.ike Him.
There are a few mean men in Detroit,
but they Came here from the East, and as
a rule they do not tarry long. The reg
ular Detroiter is a good man, and if he
has a family he is still better, as can be
shown every day iu the week. At the
Detroit A Milwaukee depot yesterday, as
a lady was about to get aboard the train,
she said to the man who was loaded down
with her parcels :
“ Now, while I'm gone you must take
up and beat all the carpets and lay them
again.”
“ Of course,” he replied.
“ And polish all the windows, rub off
the furniture aud repaint the front
steps.”
“ I will, dear.”
“ And you must rake off the yard, make
some flower beds, fix the alley fence and
black all the stoves before you pack
them away.”
“ Of course, darling,” he smiled.
“ Aud you must send me S2O per week,
write to me daily, and the neighbors will
watch to see if you are out after eight
o’clock in the evening. Now, then, good
bye.”
“Oh ! darling, how can I spare you?”
he sighed, the engine groaned, and away
she went, and as he turned to go out his
mental distress was so great that he fell
over a trunk, barked his shins and rub
bed half the skin offhis nose.
—Cheaper funerals and more of ’em”
is the cry of New EagV.rd dailies.
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 1, 1877.
PRIDE REBUKED!
“It’s a fine prospect in life for Mary
Moreau,” said Patty Dexter, with a
sigh.
“Oh! I dare say,” said Mrs. Pendas
set, brusquely. “ But I’ve no patience
with a girl who allows herself to be so
foolishly elated by a mere piece of good
luck.” „
Mrs. Pendasset was a white locked old
lady, with black eyebrows, a suspicion
of a beard and a deep bass voice, and
when she said anything, it sounded very
much in earnest indeed.
“ I think Mary is a little conceited,”
said Patty.
“Think!” echoed Mrs. Pendasset.
“ There’s no sort of doubt about it. A
good deal conceited, you had better say.
Never mind, Patty, she’s engaged to a
fine gentleman, with white hands and
broadcloth clothes, and your young man
works in a carpenters shop.” (Patty
winced a little at this, for she was in the
habit of calling Mark Robinson, her
affianced lover, “a builder’’); “ but I
give a deal more for a chance of hap
piness in your maraied life than for Mary
Moreau’s. And to think how recklessly
she flung James Bennett over for this
fine new lover of hers. Well,” with a
long breath, and a slight elevation of
the Boman nose, “she’ll live to be sorry
for it yet, or I’m no prophet.”
Patty Dexter went on with her sewing
in silence.
She was making up a pretty dove col
ored cashmere dress to be married in,
for Patty was not one of the gilded
daughters of luxury who can afford a dif
ferent toilet for every occasion.
In her case the bridal dress would
have to officiate as traveling dress also
and best dress for a year afterwards.
There was only a black silk and a blue
alapaca besides in her simple trousseau,
and she could not help remembering,
with a transitory pang of envy, the ex
quisite white silk, thick and soft as a
magnolia leaf, which Mary Moreau had
shown her, as the dress she was to be
married in.
Mark Robinson was very nice; until
within a month Patty had imagined him
perfection. But why couldn’t Mark
have been a grand gentleman, like Ma
ry’s lover?
Mrs. Moreau kept boarders, and Mary
earned her own living in Mine. Poillon’s
millinery.
At least she had done so until her
blue eyes and dimples attracted the at
tention of Mr. Guy St. Clair, who had
temporarily engaged her mother’s best
rooms—and now the pretty milliner’s
god was lifted out of her sphere at once.
“Mary, you’d never give me up?”
said poor James Bennett, who was un
able to believe his own ears when he
heard of Mary’s engagement.
“Don’t be silly, Mr. Bennett,” said
Mary, with dignity.
“But you promised me, Mary. And
you’ve been wearing my ring fora year,”
pleaded the young man.
“ Oh, that was all nonsense,” said
Mary, tossing her pretty little heed.
“ There’s your trumpery ring back again
if you want itl And of course no one
attaches any importance to a boy-and
girl flirtation.”
“ I meant it, Mary !”
“ The more fool you !” retorted saucy
Mary.
And that was all the consolation James
Bennett could obtain from the fickle
lady-love.
Mrs. Moreau was hardly less delighted
than her daughter with this unexpected
dawn of good luck.
She was a silly, soft-hearted matron,
who had read a good many novels and
acquired, in spite of her fifty years of
poverty and struggling privations, very
little actual knowledge of the world that
was ronnd her.
“I always knew that you was made
for a lady, Mary,” said Mrs. Moreau.
“And you shall have that hundred
pounds Uncle John left us, for your out
fit. I intended it to refurni.-h the house,
but it ain’t likely I shall go on having
boarders after you’re married to a rich
gentleman like Mr.St. Claif.”
And Mary, unconsciously selfish in her
great happiness, took the family fortune
without once thinking of the three
younger girls who were badly off for
shoes, and wore decidedly shabby shawls
to and from school.
“Of course, when lam rich, I can
give them plenty of things,” said Mary
to herself. “And mamma shall come
and live with me, and the girls shall go
to a regular boarding school.”
Aud Mr. St. Clair was certainly, as
Mrs. Moreau delightedly declared, “ a
real gentleman, thought nothing of a
fresh pair of kid gloves every week, and
used cologne water!”
He talked vaguely about taking Mary
on the" Continent for the winter, and al
luded to his villa at Brighton and the
house he meant to buy at .Belgravia,
asked Mary whether she would prefer a
basket phaetou, with cream-colored po
nies, or a landau, and expressed his
opinion that no lady should ever be with
out two India shawls at the very least.
And, to cap the climax, lie came home
one day with a velvet case in his hand
and tossed it debonnairly, into his fian
cee's lap.
“ For you, Mary,” said he.
She opened it with varying color and
l'ps all wreathed with smiles.
“ Oh, Guy 1” cried she. “ Diamonds ?”
“ I hop.? you’ll like them,” said he,
carelessly. “They suit my taste.”
j “ I will wear them to be married in,”
: said Mary, radiantly. “Oh, Guy! how
can I ever thank you enough ?”
And she remembered poor James Ben
nett’s inexpensive little garnet ring with
' a thrill of indescribable contempt.
Yet how beautiful she had thought it
| at the time.
They were sitting together in the back
parlor the next day, when a boy brought
! a note for Mr. St. Clair.
“How provoking!” exclaimed the
bridegroom-elect, knitting his eyebrows.
“ What is it, Guy ?” said Mary.
“The bill for those diamonds. I told
the blockheads not to send it until my
remittances came from London, but they
must have misunderstood.”
“They'll wait, won’t they?” said inno
cent Mary.
“ Oh, yes, they’ll wait! but I should
like to send the money at once. One
doesn’t want to be under on obligation
to that sort of people. But it don’t sig
nify. I’ll just step out and borrow of a
fellow at the hank. Anybody will let
me have a thousand.”
He took up his hat.
Mary, who had glanced at the open
bill, put her hand on his arm to detain
him.
“ Wait, Guy,” said she; “lean lend
you the money. Mamma’s lawyer paid
in Uncle John’s bequest this morning—
Don’t you remember? You were in the
dining-room when the check came.”
“All right,” said Mr. St. Clair, care
lessly, to the lad ; “go back to Dudley’s
and tell ’em I’ll call and settle in half an
hour.”
“ A hundred pounds is nothing to you,
Guy,” said Mary, admiringly.
“ Not such a great deal,” said Mr. St.
Clair, shrugging his shoulders. “ Well,
I may as well go and settle the bill. I
shall never buy anything there again, if
they’re in such a confounded hurry for
their money. You’ll be ready for the
opera when I come back, will you,
Mary ?”
“Shall you be long?”
“ Oh, not more than an hour.”
Mary was all ready at the hour’s end,
in a little lace hat she had tacked to
gether herself, with a cluster of crushed
rosesand a fall of Spanish blonde, while
on her shoulders she wore a white shawl
she had borrowed from Mrs. Pepperiiill,
the parlor boarder.
But Mr. St. Clair did not come.
In truth and in fact, he never came at
all.
And at the end of a week Mary Moreau
came to the tardy conclusion that she
had been the victim of a deliberate
scheme of ticachery, and that Mr. Guy
St. Clair was a villain.
“ But, at all events, we’ve got the dia
monds,” said Mrs. Moreau, triumphant
ly.
And she carried them to the jeweler’s.
The jeweler put on his spectacles,
peered at the glittering stones and shook
his head.
“ Paste,” was all he said.
“ Not real! Surely you do not mean
that they are not real!" gasped poor
Mrs. Moreau.
“Not worth five shillings,” said the
jeweler, turning to attend to another cus
tomer.
* * **** **
“ Well,” said Mrs. Pendasset, “ and so
the Moreaus have found their level again,
have they? But it was a pretty costly
experiment for ’em, poor things ! Only
think, Mary’s £IOO and all that bill he
owed to Mrs. Moreau for three month’s
board!”
“And Nelly Bennett tells me Mary is
to marry James, after all,” said Patty
Dexter. “If I were James, I would not
put up witfi any other man’s secondhand
sweetheart.”
“ Nonsensp, Patty, nonsense,” said
Mrs. Pendasset. “ Never hit a foe that
is down. James Bennet has sufficient
common sense to see that Mary Moreau
will make all the better wifejor this little
bit of experience that has seasoned her
life.”
And perhaps old Mrs. Pendasset’s phi
losophy was correct.
He Hadn't
The Temperance revival in Detroit has
set many men to thinking seriously.
One of the serious was discovered com
ing out of a Lanard street saloon yester
day, and an acquaitance collared him
and said :
“You have been drinking.”
“ Not a drop,” was the reply.
“ But I saw you wiping off your
mouth.”
“ Yes, I wiped off my mouth, but I had
not been drinking.”
“ That’s honest, is it ?”
“ That's honest. If you don't believe
it smell my breath.”
He turned his face, the other got his
nose down to inhale and as he staggered
back he called out:
“ If a little whisky will kill that smell,
you go and get it right away, aud I’ll
stand between you and the pledge, and
pay for the drink to boot!”
—At the Methodist Sunday-school the
members answer to the roll call by re
peating a verse of Scripture. When a
certain old bachelor was called, he fold
ed his arms very complacently, and said:
“I will love them that lore me. They
that seek me earlv shall find me.”
DARK DATS IX CALIFORNIA.
ltieh Jl#b Impovcris!ic<l--Thousnu<ls
of People Suffering Tor the Very Ne
cessities of Llfe--Tlie Bursting of
the Klg Ilonausa.
Sun Francisco Correspondent of the New York
Graphic.
I find things in a frightful condition
here. East of the Rocky Mountains, you
have no idea of the terrible depression
on this coast. We are suffering from a
complication of disorders. The great
mining bubble has bursted, and has
ruined everyone. I mean this literally,
for not only have the rich or the middle
class suffered, but the mania for specula
tion has spread to the very servants, and
they are all to-day out of pocket and in
debt. Men who but three or four months
since supposed they were rich, are to
day begging for employment; and prob
ably three persons out of every four are
now making their first acquaintance with
extreme povery. The whole community
seems to be beggared, and to add to our
afflic.ions we have just passed through a
great drought; our cattle are dying by
the hundreds of thousands. Their car
casses cannot be sold for any sum, how
ever small; and the ruin of cattle dealers
will inevitably bring a great deal of the
land now held in masses into the market
to be sold for a song.
People East, who have money, could
not do better than come out here in order
to take advantage of the reckless way in
which all kinds of property are sold.
Valuable farms and ranches can now be
had for one-twentieth of their value, and
city property is for sale at prices which
would have seemed ridiculous a few years
back. The depression is so great that it
cannot last much longer in this way.
But the suffering is intolerable, and bad
as times have been in the East, they are
naught compared with the disaster which
has overtaken the residents of the
Pacific coast. Thousands are going to
Arizona, where there is said to be gold
for the digging; aiid the agricultural
population will be increased, although at
present agriculture is the most depressed
industry we have. Word has been sent
to John McCollcugh, ofNew York, that
there is no use in his returning to the
Pacific coast, and that his theatre will
have to be closed. This is the second
year of drought since the settlement of
California.
Southern California is described as an
“ash heap,” while the Sonora, Sacra
mento and Sonora Valleys are burnt to a
crisp. On oue ranch alone 25,000 sheep
were killed because they couid not be
fed.
The costly exchanges here, far superi
or to any you have in New York, are va
cant, and have proved to be California’s
greatest folly. Look out for trouble
among the representative millionaires of
the Pacific coast.
Mlniator's Salaries In Xn York.
A correspondent of the Cincinnati
Gazette tells the following about the sal
aries of ministers in New York. Swope,
of Trinity chapel, has SIO,OOO with an
assistant at $4,000. This chapel is really
an elegant church, and now contains the
richest people in the Episcopal connec
tion. It is two miles from old Trinity,
and is in the heart of the fashionable
community. Morgan, of St. Thomas, is
said to have SB,OOO. He is a Hartford
man, a cousin of our ex-Governor, and
if he is like the rest of the Morgans he
has made money, for that is a peculiar
feature of the family. Courtenay, bis
assistant, at $4,000, draws full houses,
being young and attractive. Potter, of
Grace, has SIO,OOO and a very handsome
rectory. He is a man of some wealth,
and has a summer seat at New Port.
The Roman Catholic clergy receive from
$1,200 to thrice that sum and even more,
while Cardinal McCloskey, drawing his
income from the churches, probably has
an income as large as Beecher’s. The
city missionaries employed by the City
Tract and Missionary Sociery are paid
from 1,000 to 1,500 a year. They are a
laborious class, and do the hardest part
of the riligious work, passing most of
their time among the miserable poor, who
certainly need the ministrations of the
Gospel, and their faithfulness in this
service has often awakened admiration.
A Singular Sight.—A singular in
cident is reported from lower Gonial, in
Worcestershire, England. A parly of
people were returning home from Dud
ley to lower Gornal, when in the main
road, known as Bagiev’s lane, they were
alarmed by the spectacle of a host of
snakes and lizards advancing along the
road, which literally swarmed with them
for a distance of more than ten yards.
It was difficult to walk without treading
on them at every step, aud the nerves of
the ladies of the party were so shocked
that they requested the gentlemen to
carry them. This request was immedi
ately complied with, and the snakes and
lizards, although squashed by dozens,
did not show any temper, hut pursued
their mysterious march without attack
ing any one.
Houseland. the physiologist, relates
that Louis 11. of Hungary, was crowned
in the second year of his life and ascend
ed the throne in the third. Iu his four
teenth year be had a complete beard ; iu
his fifteenth he married ; in his eighteen
he grew gray, and at twenty he died,
with all the appearance' of an aged man.
VOL. 111-NO. 34.
THREE HOI RS IX ULORY.
Wh*t a El I tie Girl Raw While In a
Trance.
The following singular story come
from Monroe, Wis., and is vouched for
as strictly true by prominent residents of
that place; Nellie Blackford is thirteen
years oid, and never hits bfen a robust
child. Some two months ago or more
she supposed her mother to be dying,
and ran nearly two miles for neighbors
to be present. She returned exhausted,
was taken down to the bed with illness,
suffering greatly for many weeks after
ward. A physician gave all possible
attention, but she continued to grow
worse. The doctor finally declared that
no human power could save her, and
that she must die. Nellie, too, expressed
a desire not to live, saving that she
wished to go to God and the angels, ere
her dear afflicted mother left her a help
less orphan. One Monday afternoon
the friends and neighbors assembled to
see her pass away. About three o’clock her
extremities became very cold, and they
thought her gently and happily passing
“over the river.” All at once a change
passed over her features, a sweet smile
illuminated her countenance, and the
most intense delight seemed portrayed
and lingered on her face till it fairly
shone. Words fail to express the hap
piness, and contentment and glory there
depicted. A continual change seemed
passing over her quiet face, all telling of
something bright and beautiful passing
before her enraptured eyes. All at once,
to the astonishment of all, she raised her
little hands in an attitude of listening in
tently, changing her position continually
and seeming to listen with all the power
of her being. She continued in this state
nearly three hours, seeming perfectly
unconcious of all surrounding objects
and sounds. She seemed togentlv rouse
from this condition. Sue opened her
eyes, and, seeing her mother standing
near, a sweet and heavenly smile passed
over her face. Her mother stooped and
asked her if she heard sweet music.
Nellie had spoken before of hearing mu
sic when in her sinking spells.
And now comes the strange and mi
raculous story of this little daughter of
affliction as related herself.
“ I seemed as though I was walking
through a pleasant country till I came to
a place that surely was heaven. There
were streets all paved with gold, and
such beautiful fountains as clear as crys
tal that seemed to rise up and then fall
in bright sparkling drops. I laid down
on a soft, grassy bank to rest, near a
fountain, where my grandpa who has
been dead six years came to me, and
said I should go back to take care of my
little sister till sbewas large enough to take
care of herself. My little brother, whom
I had never seen, came to me and told
me he was my brother, and he played
such sweet music for me on a golden
harp. A crown ofgold encicled his head.
He was all dressed in gleaming white,
and so was gandpa. And he did not
look so old as when here, and his
eyes were perfect, not blind of the one
he used to be. His voice sounded so
familiar.
“ Then, oh ! I can hardly tell, I saw
Jesus all robed in white, a dazzling crown
upon his head. He sat on such a beauti
ful high seat that was on a raised plat
form. All seemed or gold, and there
were beautiful high trees, flowers,streams
and fountains of clear water around the
throne and everywhere. Angels were
flying around, bright crowns upon their
heads, and golden harps in their hands,
and they played the sweetest music that
I ever heard. I felt so sorry at first when
grandpa told me I should go back, and
take the place of my dear mother, and
she should come. When I first seemed
to get to this beautiful place the sweet
word Welcome! Welcome! echoed all
around. I saw so many things that
words fail to tell them now. The angels
said they would cure me, that I should
take no medicine, and I know I shall get
well.”
Nellie Blackfort, it is said, has greatly
improved since her trance vision, and
seems in a fair way to get entirely well.
Drng and Enterprise.
It is a solemn fact that the average
druggist is a solemn man, and that the
average drug store is so arranged as to
make itself form the happy medium be
tween an undertakers otiice and a for
tune-teller's dack room. Solemn old
signs of “ poison” are pasted on bottles
and drawers, sad-looking sponges hang
in strings, and the boy who calls for five
cents worth of paregoric, gets five dollars’
worth awe and odors.
An old newspaper man from Ohio
started in the drug business fn thi - city a
few days ago, aud from the inuivations
he is making, there can be no doubt
that he will either be a millionare during
the next three years or “bust” in le.-s
than six months. His store is \ery
cheerful. Shulls, crutches, forceps, chro
moß, bones, false teeth, almanacs, par
rots and sticks of licorice are scatteied
around in delightful profusion, and there
isn’t a drawer or bottle without an orig
inal label. On one drawer he has : Glue
—She sticks right by you, no matter
what the weather.” On another;" Cop
peras—Eat slowly and chew fine.” On
another ; “ Paris green—Sure in its op
eration—lasting in its effects.” The la
bel on one of the bottles reads : “ Buy
-one of me and stoDthat blamed rough.”
Sin (Dt!trllwrp? Uhls®.
SUBSCRIPTION.
OSE YEAR SS.OO
SIX MONTHS * no
THREE MONTHS 50
ULUB RATES.
FIVE COPIES or less than 10, each... I.7ft
TEN COPIES or more, each 1.50
Teems—Cash in advance. No paper sent
until money received.
All papers stopped at expiration of time,
unless renewed.
On another ; “ I’m salt peter—who are
you?” On another: “Prussic acid—
Don t fool around with a revolver.”
Hanging against the wall is a beauti
ful sign which reads:
If you don t want to ask for a fine
comb just point your finger at me.”
At the back end of the store is a still
larger sign, and it bears the tender senti
ment ;
“There is no flock without its missing
lamb. Sometimes you find him in the
bedstead. I keep the stuff to make hiru
weary of life. Don’t ask for bed-bug
poison, but call it ‘The Lost Lamb Re
storative.’ I shall know what you
mean.”
1 lie front of the store bears several
happy thoughts. Among them is one
reading: “ Walk right in here if you
had buckwheat for breakfast last winter.”
Another says : “I can cure that icd nose
l" just fourteen days.” A third reads:
\ on man with thecalarrh—please step
this way.”
As hinted at the outset, the thing is an
experiment as yet, hut from the way the
arsenic, sulpher, fine combs and pimple
cures have gone off during the past week
the ex-journalist believes there is a heal
thy reward in store for him. He hasn’t
finished his designs yet, hut was yester
day planning the largest sign of all,
which reads :
V alk in here for your nice spruce
gum, clean, tidy strychnine, magnificent
bottles of Croton oil, superbly decorated
cod liver oil, and all the various other
dainties usually kept in a foundry of this
sort.”
Better than Hot Springs— Dß. DUR
HAM’S BLOOD PURIFIER.
DURHAM’S LIVER PILLS
have no superior as a family pill.
A Murderous Maniac.
In Spalato, a village of Dalmatia, a
wealthy proprietaire named Giovanni
Tonne, occupied a house on the Borgo
Grande, opposite the parish church of
Santa Croce. On the 20th of March, in
a furious fit of rage, he fell upon liiswife,
with a knife, inflicting such frightful
wounds that the poor woman succumbed.
Her father, who interfered on him behalf,
likewise fell a victim to the madmati’a
murderous blade, When the police ar
rived at the scene of the tragedy to arrest
the murderer, they iound all tlie issues of
the house barricaded. Toinic had in
trenched himself against all comers, and,
armed with a gun and abundant ammu
nition, fired on every one who attempted
to approach the house. The police retir
ed before this fusillade to consult. A
young man, crossing the square at the
time, then attracted the madman’s atten
tion, and he tired at him, bringing him
down. The next victim was a woman
who was coming from the church. She
received a severe wound, but managed to
get off. The gendarmes surrounded the
house on three sides, effectually cutting
of] all means ot escape for the man inside.
1 he front ot the house, wiiich command
ed the plaza in front of the church and
the streets opening on it, was closely
watched. For fear of the man inside,
no one dared attempt to rescue the
corpse of the young man who had been
shot, and which laying putrifying in the
sun. Finally the cure of Santa Croce,
who had considerable intiuonce with the
murderer, proposed to parley with him..
As the brave priest advanced toward the
house, Toinic ceased popping away at
every head that showed itself, and greet
ed him respectfully. The priest asked
him to send out his little daughter, a
child of two years, whom he had barri
caded in the house along with himself.
For answer the inhuman father tossed
the limbs of the child into the street, one
by one. The poor little one had actually
been cut to pieces. Tomic then resum
ed his cannonade, and for twenty-four
hours more kept the entire armed forced
ol Spalato at bay. The authorities re
fused permission for the gend'annes to
fire on him, alleging that he was crazy,
and not responsible for his acts. All
that was left for them was to blockade
the house and starve him out. During
the blockade one comic incident occur
red. In the night, in the midst of the
death-like silence which prevailed in
the neighborhood of the singular battle
field, a voice could be occasionally heard
from the church piteously begging for
bread. The speaker was the sacristan
who had gone into the church on tho
day of the tragedy to ring the“Ange
lus,”and had been there when the shoot
ing began. As the only exit from the
•acred edifice was under fire from Tom
ic's barricade, the poor sexton dared not
venture forth.
Ordinary's Olltec of Oglethorpe County-
Administrators* executors, guardians
and trustees are hereby notified to make
their anneal returns of their actings and
doings with the estate they represent. It is
made my duty to see that you make these
returns, and will hold each one responsi
ble if such returns are not made. Ihe
time expires on the first of July, 1877.
Thos. D. Gilham. Ordinary.
May 21st, 1877.
Every family should keep a box of DR
DURHAM’S VEGETABLE LIVER PILLS.
For sale by Smith Young, Lexington, and
all dealers in medicines. myll-ifai
JSS- DR. DUB HAM ’S*P ILLS - and BLQODI.
PURIFI ER arc not secret, nor patent ~a is
t urns, but their formulas are opeu io therm
spection of any cne.