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DEVILTRIES.
—Gold and silver are not brothers.
They do not have the same par.
lhe biggest fool in the world is dead.
Told his mother-in-law she lied. Did it
with her little skillet.
—“ Where is the dollar of our fathers!’
shrieks an exchange excitedly. You
needn’t look this way so intently. We’re
willing to be searched.
—The Burlington Ilawkeye announces
that the author of “ Beautiful snow” will
hold a mass convention at Long Branch
some time during August.
—lt has been frequently observed that
the lady with a diamond ring on her
forefinger will scratch her nose in a giv
en period four times as often as any
other woman.
—Wonder if the Prince of Wales re
members, when in St. Louis in 1860, see
ing a hard looking customer driving into
town seated on a jag of wood. That was
Grant.
—A man named Gopher Bill was ar
rested the other day in Philadelphia, for
tampering with a witness, and the way
the magistrate did Gopher Bill was a
caution.
—During a late thunder storm two
dogs that had been howling dismally at
night, were struck by lightning. Howl
ing dogs should cut this out and paste it
in their hats.
—A Delaware man, arrested for mur
der, proved that on the night and at the
hour of the murder, he was at home
whipping his wife, and this fact saved
him. A word to the wise is, and so forth.
—Last week a Milwaukee man was
knocked down by a switch engine while
he was trying to cross the track in front
of it, and the engine passed over one of
his ears, mangling it so badly that the
man had to be amputated.
—Fargeon, the novelist, who has mar
ried Joe Jefferson’s daughter, says when
he was a hoy his mother had for dinner
“ bread cheese and kisses.” Beecher
recommends bread and water to poor
folks. He keeps the kisses for himself.
—lt is told of a young lady that when
her jealous admirer sent back her letters
with a request that she would return his,
she answered that she regretted that she
could not comply immediately, as she
had lent them to to a young gentleman
to read.
—A young lady engaged to.be married,
and getting sick of her bargain, applied
to a friend to help her untie the knot
before it was too late. “ Oh, certainly,”
he replied; “it’s very easy to untie it
now, while it is a beau knot.”
—A lady friend savs that the beautiful
vistas of her soul-life was blurred when
she sends her husband to the corner
grocery with four hits for a loaf of bread,
and he conies back chewing cloves and
tells how he generously gave away the
change to a poor blind man with only
one hind leg.
—lt is reported that near San Diego,
Cal., a tombstone inscription thus reads:
“ This ye re is sakrid to the memory of
William Henry skar ':en, who eaim to
his death by boin shot by Colt's revolver
—one of the old kind, bra s mounted,
and of such is the kingdom of In iven.”
—Elmira Ad ’ i * Suppose we
pass a law/ sa i.- re father to his
daughters, ‘that no girl eighteen years
old who can’t cook a meal shall get mar
ried until she learns how to do it ?’
* Why, then, we’d all get married at
seventeen,’ responded the girls in a sweet
chorus.”
—lt was very muddy when President
Haves visited Rhode Island, and when
he went away he carried away about
three-fourths of the State on his boots,
and had to sit down in Connecticut and
let his feet hang over the line while the
despoiled inhabitants scraped off their
estates. The Islanders don’t want him
to come back again.
—A philosopher says every married
man should have a dog in the house. A
dog will scare off robbers at night, eat up
stale scraps of meat, and when you come
home out of humor and find supper an
hour in arrears, you can give vent to your
wrath by kicking the animal clear across
the room.
—“ In some place,” said a young man,
- I have forgotten the name of it, it is
icported that the young ladies kiss the
Sps of young temperance men to find
Ait whether they have been tampering
ith toddy. I don't believe a word of
H, but I have thought of moving there
ad becoming a member to find out
the report is true or false.”
_-A hardware firm ou Fulton street
a sign announces "Anvils, Y ices
4H<l Chains” for sale ; and yet when a
ustomer went in there the other day and
•oquired for five dollars’ worth of gamb
ling, two dollars’ worth of laziness, and
isked them to sort o’ mix it, as ’twere,
with a small dose of drunkeness, one of
*he clerks wanted to know if there had
been afire in a lunatic asylum !
—lt won’t do for a young lady to poke
ft sun umbrella at the wheel-house on a
billy goat, especially if her dress fit?
tight, the goods are thin, and the Weath
ers’s hot. One did yesterday, and when
she picked herself up out of the gutter
and went off’ muttering words to herself,
she discovered that her dress was busted
in forty-one different directions and in
fifty-two places—mostly from the neck
to the k aees.
BY T. L. GANTT.
Written tor the Oglethorpe Echo.]
BABY'S SHOE.
“ FRANK O’LEARY.”
Searching in a box to-day,
Where household scraps accrue,
I came across one relie dear,
-My baby’s broidered shoe;
A simple thing, this dainty boot,
The first my darling wore,
To turn the tide of memory back
A dozen years or more.
I see again my baby girl,
With golden curly hair,
Holding out one little foot
All dimpled, soiled and bare.
Lisping, as with tiny hand
She gave her eyes a rub,
“ Muzzer, me lost mine udder sooe,
Ale dropt him in ze tub.”
Dear child, to lose her pretty boot
Called forth as bitter tears,
As greater loss, perchance may bring
To her, in coming years.
We oftimes smile at childish grief,
But tender, baby hearts
Fiurl little woes as hard to bear
As time’s more piercing darts.
What pictures recollection paints—
How swift the flight of years—
What changes, sunshine, cloud and storm,
Hopes, smiles, and hitter tears—
How soon the tender bud expands
Into the fragrant flower,
And dewy morn gives place e’er long
To noontide’s golden hour.
You merry maid, with bounding step,
Was once the babe so dear,
For whose small feet my fingers wrought
This little boot with care;
And tor her sake I cherish still
The shoe she used to wear,
Although it makes my bosom thrill
Aud brings me memory’s tear.
I. <i> V E .
The heart is happy and the mind is bright,
Enraptured with the charm of love’s delight,
Its magic spell will soothe the deepest pain,
When the wounds of sorrow rankle in the
brain;
’Twill make life’s burdens seem a pleasant
load,
Tiie poor man’s, humble cot a blessed abode.
Oh, who can tell the rapture of the hour
Celestial made by love’s angelic power?
When heart to heart each other’s beatings feel,
And soul with soul this sweet communion steal;
Of all the pleasures given from above
There is uo blessing like the balm of love.
The soothing light that sparkles from the eye,
The gentle tears of pure sincerity—
The loving words, the deep and tender tone
That trembles with a pathos all its own ;
So fond and gentle, and so free from art —
Soul speaks to soul and heart responds to
heart!
Wtiy Mh Stopped IS or Paper.
She came bounding through the sancs
turn door like a cannon ball,and without
pausing to say “How d’ye do?” she
brought her umbrella down on the table
with a crash, and shouted ;
“ I want you to stop my paper.”
“ All right, madam.”
“ Stop it right off, too,” she persisted,
whacking the table again, “ for I waited
long enough for you to do the square
thing.”
She quieted down for a moment, as we
ran our fingers down the list of names,
and when he reached hers and scratched
it out, she said :
“ There; now mebbe you’ll do as you’d
ought to after this, and not slight a wo
man jes cause she’s poor. Ifsome rich folks
happened to have a little red-headed,
bandy-legged, squint eyed, wheezy squal
lcr born to them, you puff it to the skies
and make it out an angel; but when
poor people have a baby you don’t say a
word about it, even if its the squarest
toed, blackest-haired, biggest-headed,
hobbiest little kid that ever kept a wo
man awake o’ nights. That’s what’s the
matter, and that’s why I stopped my
paper.” And she dashed out as rapidly
as she came.
Wbo lie. and When they Bis.
A baby has a very small chance indeed
of growing. But, on the other hand, be
tween the tenth and fifteenth years in
clusively, is that in which the death
average is the smallest. At about thirty
five we must begin to take care of our
selves; at this period constitutional
changes set in; our hair and teeth begin
to fail us, our digestion is uo longer what
it used to be ; we loose the vigor of youth
and neglect out-door exercise; above all,
the cares of life begin to make themselves
perceptibly felt. It is at this time that
deaths from suicide take a marked place
in the returns of mortality, and there is
also considerable reason to believe that
habits of intemperence are apt to devel
op themselves radidly. The picture,
how ever, has its sunshiny side. It would
take, of course, a professional actuary to
develop from Dr. Farr’s tables their
exact result. It appears, however, that
if a man rides over his fiftieth year he
makes tolerable sertain of living to sev
enty, while if he reaches bis seventy
fifth year there is a very strong presump
tion that he will either turn his nineti
eth birthday or very sear it. A still
more interesting question is opened by a
series of tables which show the everage
mortality in different professions and
pursuits. Gamekeepers are, for obvious
reasons, the healthiest class of our whole
population, clergymen and aglicultural
laborers come next, and are followed by
barristers ; solicitors and business men
are less fortunate, while at the extreme
end of the scale of unnealthy pursuits are
such as printing and file grinding.
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, AUGUST 17, 1877.
ONLY A HUSK.
t
Tom Darcy, yet a young man, had
grown to be a very bad one. At heart he
might have been all right, if his head
and his will had only been all right; but
these being wrong, the whole machine
was going to the bad very fast, though
there were times when the heart felt
something of its old truthful yearnings.
Tom had lost his place as foreman in the
great machine shop, aud what money he
| had now earned came from odd jobs of
tinkering which he was able to do, here
and there at private houses ; for Tom
was a genius as well as a mechanic, and
when his head was steady enough, he
could mend a clock, or clean a watch, as
well as he could set up and regulate a
steam engine—and this latter he could
do. better than any other man ever em
ployed.
One day Tom had a job to mend a
broken mowing machine and reaper, for
which de received five dollars, and on
the following morning he started out for
his old haunt—the village tavern. He
knew his wife sadly needed the money,
and that his two little children were in
absolute suffering from want of clothing,
and that morning he held a debate with
the better part of himself; but the bet
ter part had become very weak and
shaky, and the demon of appetite carried
the day.
So away to the tavern Tom went,
where, for two or three hours, lie felt
the exhilarating effects of the alcoholic
draught, and fancied himself happy, as
he could sing and laugh; but, as usual,
stupefaction followed, and the man died
out. He drank while he could stand, and
then lay down in a corner, where his
companions left him.
It was late at night, almost midnight,
when the landlord’s wife came into the
bar room to see what kept her husband
up, and she quickly saw Tom.
“ Peter,” said she, not in a pleasant
mood, “ why don’t you send that misera
ble Tom Darcy home? He’s been hang
ing around here long enough.”
Tom’s stupefaction was not sound
asleep. The dead coma had left the
brain, and the calling of his name stung
liis senaes to keen attention. He had
an insane love for rum, but did not love
the landlord. In other years, Peter
Sindarand himself had loved and wooed
the sweet maiden—Ellen Goss—and he
won her, leaving Peter to take up with
the vinegary spinster who had bought
him the tavern, and he knew that lately
the tapster had gloated over the misery
or the woman who had once discarded
him.
“ Why don’t you send him home? de
manded Airs. Tiudar, with an impatient
stamp of the foot.
“ Hush, Betsy! He’s got money. Let
him be, and he’ll be sure to spend it be
fore be goes home. I’ll have the kernel
of the'nut, and his wife may have the
husk!”
With a sniff and a snap Betsy turned
aivay, and shortly afterward Tom Darcy
lifted himself upon his elbow.
“Ah, Tom, are you awake?”
“ Yes.”
“Then rouse up and have a warm
glass.”
Tom got upon his feet and steadied
himself.
“ No, Peter, I won’t drink any more
to-night.”
“It won’t hurt you, Tom—just a
glass.”
“ I know it won’t,” said Tom, button
ing up his coat by the only solitary but
ton left. “ I know it won’t.”
And with this he went out into the
chili air of night. When he got away
from the shadow of the tavern, he stop
ped 4 and looked up at the stars, and then
he looked down upon the earth.
“Aye,” he muttered, grinding his heel
in the gravel, “Peter Tindar is taking
the kernel aud leaving poor Ellen the
husk, and I am helping him to do it. I
am robbing my wife of joy, robbing my
children of honor and comfort, robbing
myself of love and life—just that Peter
Tiudar may have the kernel and Ellen
the husk! We’ll see!”
It was a revelation to to the man. The
tavern keeper’s brief speech, meant not
for his ears, had come upon his sense s as
fell the voice of the Risen One upon Saul
of Tarsus.
“ We’ll see,” he replied, setting his
foot firmly upon the ground; and then
he wended his way homeward.
On the following morning he said to
his wife :
“ Ellen have you any coffee in the j
ihouse ?”
“Yes, Tom.” She did not tell him
that her sister had given it to her. She
was glad to hear him ask for coffee in
stead of the old, old cider.
“ I wish you would make a cup, good
' and strong.”
There was really music in Tom's voice,
and the wife set about the work with a
| strange flutter in her head.
Tom drank two cups of the strong,
| fragrant coffee, and then went out—went
out with a resolute step, and walked
straight to the great manufactory, where
he found Air. Scott in the office.
“ Air. Scott, I want to learn my trade
over again.”
“ Eh, Tom! What do you mean ?”
“ I mean that it’s Tom Darcy, come
back to the old place asking forgiveness
for the past, and hoping to do better in !
the future.”
1 “ Tom!” cried the- manufacturer.
j starting forward and grasping his hand,
| “ are your in earnest? Is it really the
1 old Tom ?”
| “ It’s what’s left of him, sir, and we’ll
j have him whole and strong very soon if
you’ll only set him at work.”
“Work! Aye, Tom, and bless you,
too! There is au engine to be set up
and tested to-day. Come with me.”
Tom’s hands were weak and unsteady,
but his brain was clear, and under his
skilfull supervision the engine was set
up and tested, but it was not perfect.
There was mistakes which he had to cor
rect, and it was late in the evening when
the work was complete. ft
“How is it now, Tom?” asked Air.
Scott, as he came into the testing house
and found the workmen ready to depart.
“ She’s all right, sir. You may give
your warrant without fear.”
“God bless you Tom ! Y r ou don’t know
how like sweet music the old voice
sounds. Will you take your place
again ?”
“ Wait till Monday morning, sir. If
you will offer it to me then, I will take
it.”
At the little cottage Ellen Darcy’s
fluttering heart was sinking. That morn
ing, after Tom had gone, she had found
a two-dollar bill in her coffee cup. She
knew that he left it for her. She had
been out and bought tea and sugar and
flour and batter, and a bit of tender steak ;
and all day long a ray of light had been
dancing and skimming before her—a ray
from the blessed light of other days.
With prayer and hope she set out the
tea-table and waited, but the sun went
down and no Tom came. Eight o’clock
—and almost nine. Oh, was it but a
false glimmer after all?
Hark! The old step ! strong, eager
for home. Yes, is was Tom, with the old
grime upon his hands, and the odor of
oil upon his garments.
“ I have kept you waiting, Nellie.”
“ Tom 1”
“ I didn’t mean to, but the work hung
on.”
“Tom, Tom. You have been to the
old shop.”
“ Yes, and I’m to have the old place,
and”—
“Oh, Tom.”
A nd she threw her arms around his
neck and covered his face with kisses.
“ Nellie, darling, wait a little, and you
shall have the old Tom back again.”
“ Oh, Tom. I’ve got him now—bless
him, bless him. Aly own Tom. My
husband, darling.”
Aud then Tom Darcey realized the
full power and blessing of woman’s lore.
It was a banquit of the gods, was that
supper— at the household gods all re
stored—with the bright angels of peace
and love and joy spreading their wings
over the board.
On the following Alonday morning,
Tom Darcy assumed his place at the
head of the great machine shop, and
those who thoroughly knew him had no
fear of his going back in the slough and
joylessness.
A few days later Tom met Peter Tiu
dar on the street.
“ Eh, Tom, old boy, what’s up?”
“I am up—right side up.”
“ A es—l see. But I hope you haven’t
forsaken us, Tom ?”
“ I have forsaken only the evil you
have in store, Peter. The fact is, I con
cluded my wife and little ones had fed on
husks long enough, and if there was a
kernel left in my heart, or in my man
hood, they should have it.”
“Ah, you heard what I said to my
wife that night?”
“ A es, Peter; and I shall be grateful
to you for it as long as I live. Aly re
membrance of you will always be reliev
ed by that tinge of warmth and bright
ness.
Blow Your Own ITorn.
Blow your own horn. Yes, give it a
blast, and let modesty blush if it will.
This false delicacy has been the stum
bling block of thousands of really good
and capable men. Alake a noise ;it will
attract somebody. Let the world know
that you are alive and intend to drive
things until you get to the top of the
hill and make a fortune. To the man of
energy and perseverance mountains are
but mole-hills; ’Tis only the drones
that fail. They are always looking on
the black side, predicting disaster, al
ways complaining of the hard time, al
ways waiting for something to turn up.
Such men never will find good times
nor prosperity. Neither will they ever
find friends or admirers among the first
class business men. If you would suc
ceed in anything, don’t stand still. Go
ahead. Don’t be afraid. Do something.
If you don’t blow the horn somebody
else will, but not for your benefit except
“ in a horn.”
Wild Man in Russell County, Ga.
One has been discovered south of Craw
ford. The old resident who saw him des
cribes him as ten feet high, with long
flowing white hair reaching his waist,
white beard to the breast, powerfully
built, and as naked as Adam when we
first hear of him. He talked with the
old plowing man awhile on forbidden
subjects, and when the giant left for the
swamp the old man unhitched and made
for home.
“ Alontagues,” or love locks on the fore
head, are as fashionable as ever.
SUCH A STUPID WOMAN !
Why She Sliln’l Believe a Word the
Paper Says.
“ John,” said Airs. Sanscript to' her
husband one evening last week, “ I’ve
been reading the paper.”
“That's nothing,” grunted John.
“ I’ve seen people before who read news
papers/’
“Yes; but there are several things in
the papers I can’t understand.”
“■ Then don’t read ’em.”
“ What do they mean about the strike,
John? What is a strike, anyhow?”
“ A strike is where they have struck,”
and Sanscript knocked the ashes from
his cigar.
“ I don’t grasp your meaning, exactly,”
said Airs. S., with a puzzled look. “Now,
these strikers have stopped all the rail
road trains in the country. Why did
they do it?”
“To prevent ’em from running.”
“Yes, but why didn’t they want trains
to run ?”
“ Because they wanted more money for
running them.”
“ Do they pay more for stopping trains
than for running them ?”
“No, you stupid woman.”
“ Then why in the world did they stop
’em—why didn’t they run more of ’em or
run ’em faster? Seems to me that would
pay better.”
“ Alary Ann, you will never surround
the problem,”
“ Maybe not, John. Some things are
gotten up purposely, to bother women.
Now, here’s a column headed * Base
Ball.’ What is base ball, John ?”
“ Don’t you know what base ball is?
Happy woman! you have not lived in
vain.”
“Here it says that ‘The Hartfords
could uot collar Cummings curves.’
What under the sun are Cummings’
curves?•”
“ It’s the way lie delivers the ball.”
“ Is the ball chained ?”
“ No, you booby.”
“Then how does he deliver it?”
“ I mean pitches it.”
“Oh ! Now here it says Jones muffed
a ball after a hard run. What was the
ball doing after a hard run?”
“ Hand’t you better confine your re
search to the obituary and marriage col
umns, Mary, with an occasional adver
tisement thrown in to vary the monot
ony ?”
“ Yes, but John, I want to know!
There’s Mrs. Racket, over the way, who
goes to all the base ball games, and comes
home to talk me blind about ‘fly fouls,’
■ brace hits,’ ‘ sky scrapers,’ and all those
things. For heaven’s sake, John, what
is a sky scraper ?”
“Compose yourself, old woman. You
are treading on dangerous ground; your
feet are on slippery rocks, while raging
billows roll beneath.”
“ Mercy on me. What do you mean ?”
“ I mean, my dear madam, that when
ever a woman begins to pry about among
three strikes, fair balls, base hits, daisy
cutters, home runs, and kindred subjects,
she’s in danger of being lost.”
“ Well, I confess I’m completely lost
to know what the newspaper means when
it says Addy stole a base, while the spec
tators applauded. Have we come to
such a pass that society will applaud a
thief? Why wasn’t Addy arrested? Now
here’s Manning put out by Start, assisted
by Carey, and I can’t see that he did
anything wrong, either. Jemima Chris
topher! Here it says that Pike flew out,
I don’t believe a word of it. I never saw'
a man fly yet, and I won’t believe it can
be done till I see it with my own eyes.
John, what makes these newspaper men
lie so horrible ?’’
John was asleep, and Mrs. Sandscript
turned gloomily, not to say skeptically,
to the letter list for information. News
papers were not made for women.
Teu Thousand Dollars Tor a of
Water.
In one of the hotly-contested fights in
Virginia, during the war, a Federal offi
cer fell in front of the Confederate
breastwork. While lying there, wound
ed and crying for water, a Confederate
soldier (James Moore, of Burke county,
N. C.,) declared his intention of supply
ing him with drink. The bullets were
flying thick from both sides, and Moore’s
friends endeavored to dissuade him from
such a hazardous enterprise- Dispite re
monstrations and danger, however,
Moore leaped the breastworks, canteen
in hand, reached the wounded enemy
and gave him drink. The Federal, un
der a sense of gratitude for the timely
service, took out his gold watch and of
fered it to his benefactor, but it was re
fused. The officer then asked the name
of the man who had braved such danger
to succor him. The name was given,
and Moore returned unhurt to his posi
tion behind the embankment. They
saw nothing more of each other. Moore
was subsequently wounded, and lost a
limb in one of the engagements in Vir
ginia, and returned to his home in Burke
county. A few days ago he received a
communication from the Federal soldier
to whom he had given the “ cup of cold
water” on the occasion alluded to, an
nouncing that he had settled on him the
sum of 810,000, to be paid in fourannual
instalments of 82,500 each. Investiga
tion has established the fact that there is
no mistake or deception in the matter. —
Jialtinh JSt >/ ?,
VOL. Ill—NO. 45.
remarkable brains.
A Bullet Taken from a Vlao's Head.
am! an Eisht-pcuny Xail from a
Woman's.
From the Wheeling Frgi'Mer.
A Confederate soldier from the Valley
of \ irginia, in one of the battles of the
late civil war, was struck in the head bv
a minie ball. The ball passed through
the skull, and the surgeon afraid to probe
the wound in search of it, left the man
ito die. In the course of time be recov
ered, but had lost his reason, and was
sent to the insane assylum at Staunton,
where he remaned for eleven years. At
length Dr. Fauntleroy, an eminent phy
sician of that city, obtained permission
Irom the asylum authorities and friends
oi the insane man to make a surgical ex
amination of the head with the hope of
finding the the ball. He was successful,
and found the ball cmbedcdon the inside
ot the skull and pushing against the
brain. Unable to extract it with any
instrument at hand, lie took a chisel and
mortised it out. As soon as the ball was
removed, reason resumed its control, and
the deranged one was in bis right mind.
He says that he is not conscious of any
thing that occured during the interval
of eleven years, from the time he was
struct on the battlefield to the moment
the pressure was removed from the brain
—all was a blank to him.
Another case in the same county of
Augusta was that of a boy whose gun
bursted while shooting, and drove the
lock into the brain. The piece was ta
ken out by a skillful surgeon without
serious injury to the patient.
But the most remarkable case that I
hear of was in the same neighborhood.
It was that of a woman subject to fits of
mental derangement,and while in a spell
of lunacy drove an eight-penny nail
into the top of her head, penetrating
down into the brain—the nail having
been driven up to the head. The nail
was drawn out, and the woman has been
in sound mental condition ever since.
RIOTS OF THE PAST.
Some of the Xotable Ones in (his Coun
try.
Under our popular system of govern
ment there ought to be no such thing as
a riot to enforce a popular claim of any
kind; but the people of a free country
are not unlike those who live under a
despotism; there is always an element
ready to break out into furious demon
strations to right what is regarded as a
grievance. A list of some of the most
notable riots since the revolution will be
found to include the following:
In July, 1812, at Baltimore, a newspa
per, opposed to the war with England,
was demolished.
September 24, 1831, four persons were
killen by the militia in a riot at Provi
dence.
August 18,1835, several men killed and
wounded in a riot at Baltimore about the
Bank of Maryland.
July 10-12,1834, a riot occurred in New
York city abont the supposed aims and
objects of the Abolitionists, who were ac
cused of promoting amalgamation.
August 11, 1834, a Catholic seminary
or nunnery was burned at Charlestown,
Mass.
August 11, 1834, forty houses were de-
in an “Abolition” riot in Phila
delphia.
February 13, 1837, a riot was caused by
the “hard times” and high pricesof flour,
and flour warehouses were sacked and the
flour destroyed in New York.
May 17, 1838, Pennsylvania Hall and
other buildings were destroyed by an
“ Abolition” riot.
December 8, 1838, the Pennsylvania
Legislature was broken up by a mob,
and, after several days of riot, the militia
were called out to suppress the rioters.
May 6-8, 1844, in a riot between na
tive Americans and Irishmen, in Phila
delphia, thirty houses and three churches
were burned, fourteen persons killed and
forty wounded. The military were called
out to suppress the mob. This riot was
renewed July 7, 1844, when five thousand
troops were called out, and forty in fiftv
persons killed before the mob was quelled
in Philadelphia.
The anti-rent riots in Albany, Rensse
laer, Delaware and Columbia counties, in
New York, from 1844 to 1847, were put
down by the State militia, after much
disturbance and destruction of property.
The Astor place riot, between the
friends of Forrest and Macready, took
place May, 10, 1840, when several per
sons, among them marg- innocent specta
tors, were killed.
The great anti-draft riot in New York,
July 13-16, was the latest outbreak of the
mob spirit upon any great scale previous
to the present deplorable railroad riot-;,
which have shocked and saddened the
country and caused great loss of life and
property.
About the \anic of a Fish.
Apropos of the camp-meeting at Mar
tha’s Vineyard the Methodist newspaper
tells a story of some of the brethereu who
arrived early and sought to while away
the time by going a fishing. Several
kinds of fish were caught on the trip, and
on their return one of the fishermen
with a laudable desire for information,
inquired of the skipper the name- of the
different specimens. “ This,” -aid he,
“is a black fish, that is a blue fish, the
next is a seup, and that fellow i-;l3ao
tist.” “A Baptist!” exclaimed the good
brotherwhy do you call t' ii-.li
Bapiats?” “Because they spoil so oo u
on being taken out of water,” was the
satisfactory pxplanatiou,
flic (Dglcttapt <£rho.
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THE FIERCE WAR IN. JAPAN.
Tlio Progress of the Imperial Army--
The Operation of the Rebel*.
! ekio, June 27. —The war drags. We
all thought that tlve end was near wheA
Kumamota Castle was relieved, but the
insurgents showed no discouragement a t
this reverse, and, effecting a skillful re
treat, present in their new position As
bold a front as eyer. The imperialists
meanwhile followed up the victory at
Kumamoto by the occupation of the
large city of Kagoshima, where the rek
volt first broke out. Saigo and his fol
lower- were then hemmed in and cut off
from a chief source of supplies. Never?
tbeless, he fight continues lys stultbp.rn?
ly as before. Intrenched among the
hills, the insurgents maintain a guerrilla
warfare, uot very brilliant in incident;
but very distressing to their adversaries.
Despite these embarrassments, however;,
the Imperialists seem to be making subk
stantial progress. Every day brings fresli
news of redoubts carried and positions
secured, until now thp rebels are sur
rounded and penned up within narrow
limits, and must soon either break
through the lines in a desperate attack—4
of which they are quite capable—or sue?
cumb. That the government regards tlid
situation as still critical is. ghown by ita
anxiety to recruit the army, which has.
even led it to resort to the hazardous ex
pedient of calling on the ex-daiuic **
summon their retainers to its help. Tii is
appeal has been very generally responded
to, for Satsuina has a few friends outsider
of Kiusiu, aud Tokio has seen oneppioro
processions of armed Samurai >u hef
streets, with their historic swords, wrap
ped in yellow cloth—processions which
persons wlm wish well to Japan had
fondly hoped were banished forever.
The fighting has been of the bfayesb
and bloodiest description. Already tha
killed and wounded of the Imperial'nlb
exceed ten thousand, and we may pre
sume that about the rame number have*
fallen on the other side. Most of tl.q
wounded in the hospitals at Nagasaki and
Osaka received swood cuts—a fact that
indicates the hand-to-hand nature Gfihtt'
engagements and the effectivepess of fcfif?'
traditionary weapon of Japan in tlifr
hands of the Martial Samurai of Kiusiu.
If the cost of the war in blood is terrify
ing, the drain on the finances of the'
empire is, in its way, as deplorable. The
expenditures directly occassioned by the
war are already considerably in excess of
twenty million yen, or dollars ; and if wo'
consider the losses of the rebels and the
damage to trade due to the strife, we can 1
easily see how calamitous all this is to a?
country which, in favorable circum
stances, has difficulty in raising an annual
revenue of fifty million yen. To meefi
these extraordinary expenses the goverc--
ment is issuing vast amounts —no oi;e ;
knows bow vast—of paper money, that
have kept surprisingly near gold thus far.
Partly owing to the war, and yet iqdi*'
pendcntly of it, trade is unprecedentedly
dull. Such times as the present wero'
never seen on these coasts sinee the upend
ing of the country to foreigner.
The national exhibition of art3 and in
dustry soon to be opened in Tokio must
feel the evil effects of the war; but the
preparations continue on a lgrge scale,,
and the exhibition will certainly be very
complete and interesting. The site cho
sen was one of the most fortunate possi
ble. In a metropolis famous for its parks,
and gardens, Uveuo yields only to the
imperial pleasure grounds of Ftki Age—-
the most beautiful park in the world, un
less there be others more beautiful ini
Japan. In this select spot, with the
tombs of the Tokugawas on the one hand
and the temple of their founder Gongen
sama on the other, aud surrounded on aH
sides by magnificent groves, the build?
ings of tlie exhibition have been erode;?
here next month the visitor may see col
lected for his convenience the product? pf
nature and art characteristic of Old an**
New Japan. A somewhat similar collec
tion has been presented to the Kioto put
lie, but in the excitement of the war has
attracted little attention ; and a third, at
Nagasaki, has been for the present aban
doned from a like cause. It is to be
hoped that the Tokio exhibition may
meet with better success.
(luallty.
When Mrs. Martha Washington Lee,
one ob de fustest families of old Vargin
ny, appeared at the door, the other morn
ing, and yellea across the street, “G’hil
lun, come heah, to yo mudder,” they
kumd in a hurry.
“ Martha Washington and Thomas Jeff
er-on, what I tole you ’bout playin’ wid
po’ white trash ?”
“ Nuffin 1”
“Nuffin! Don’t get my passion rose,
chiilun, or I’ll w’ar you out.”
“ We’s tellin’ the truf.’
“ Don’t I slabs for you day arter day
ober the wash tub for the quality ? Don't
I gib you de grub dat fiiis you’ stum
micks ? You heah me ?”
“ Yessum.”
“ Is you gwan to do if any more?”
“ Nome.”
“ Dat’il do now ; take yo’ fingers out’/
yo’ mouf, and you Martha Washington,
get de big dish pan and take yo brudder,
Thomas Jefferson, and go down dar be
low de depot and got a oh gr*en-
I’ll zammin vo’ i . v.
Cm All UU O p 1 JV Bi
white trash again and I’ll tan Jen?
hides o’ vo’n snimb’Pv’'