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lb* lOjilrtlwpr (ftlio. ADVERTISEMENTS. First insertion (per inch space) $1 00 Each subsequent insertion 75 A liberal discount allowed those advertising for a longer period than three months. (J*rd of lowest contract rates ean be had on appli cation to the Proprietor. Local Notices 15c. per line first insertion and 10c. per line thereafter. Tributes of Respect, Obituaries, etc., .50c. per inch —half price. Announcements, $5 in advance. 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. 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