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The Man la the Gallery. It will be remembered that, in hio apeech nominating Sherman at the Chi csgodjmvention, Gen. Garfield, after de liveriug an appropriate eulogy upon that candidate, said: “Who do you want?' Whereupon a voice in the gallery shouted “Garfield." That unknown man called'upou the General on Tuesday afternoon, just aa he was washing his hands tc h> prepare for a general shake. He was a one-armed soldier, and rathergeedy in his make-up. Said he, " General Garfield, I ooiuc offer my congratulations.'’ “Thanks, thanks,"said the General; “ let me see, weren't you in the Forty second Ohio— r “No, General, that’s not it. Didn’t you hear tliut voice in the gallery when you said ‘Who do you want?’ I’m the fellow tliat said it I was for you first, Inst, and all the time," “ You are a prophetia soul,” said the General, “and if I oome to the White House dopend upon it I shan’t forget you”. And the one-armed miuijeft his name on a qgrd aud went away happy. In a few minutes Garfield was sur rounded by his friends, and his right hand was going like a pump-handle, when a burly Teuton pressed forward and accosted him: (inten abend, General, I dinks I have some glaims on yon anyhow." “ I am at your service, my goodiriend,” said the General: “let me hear from yon-”,, “ Did you hear dot man shoud oud in in deCgglleW ‘ Garfield" , ‘wheh you say ‘ Was haben sie?” “ Ah, yes, I remember it well. Do you mean to tell me—” “ Yah, General, Ivaa dot man, identi cal zarne, , “My friend, I shall never forget you as long as I live. Let me hear from you any time. ” And the man went away happy. Passing through the rotunda on his way to the carriage, the General felt a thundering slap on thq back, midway be tween his shoulders and hips, accom panied by, “ Hillo, old Gar.” Turning round he saw a very little man, with a very tall hat, and a verythiok stick in his fist. “ Don’t remember me, eh? I’m called the boss interviewer of Chicago. I in terviewed old Conk, and you too—” “ yes- Well, good-day, good day. ” . > “Hold on, old fellow,” said the chap; “ I want to have just a word with you on my own hook. Didn’t you hear that fel low up in the gallery when you made your Sherman speech, shout ‘ Garfield?’ ” “I did, I did. Do you mean to say—" “ Guess I fixed you that time, old man. I knew it was bound to go that way. Now, I consider I am the man who saved the Republican party.” ‘ ‘ My dear, good little fellow, ” said Gar field, “you deserve the thanks of the Na tion. I shall give you anew club. Come down and see me iu Ohio, and I’ll tell you all at >out the nett Cabinet. Perhaps you’ll be in it.” - And the little man went away happy. Just os the General was boarding the train, a bottle-nosed politician from the Seventh Ward plucked him on the coat tail and shrieked, “ General, General, one word—only one word. ” “ What is it, my man?” “Do you remember when you made your speech in the convention nominat ing Sherman that a man in the gallery shouted “ Garfield?” The General is not a profane man. He was once a minister of the gospel, but he was also at one time of his life a canal boatman. Early habits of thought and expression are never completely eradi cated, and he startled some of his friends in the car as he threw himself into seat and exclaimed: “ Cuss that man in the gallery." Drinking lee Water. There is no more doubt that drinking ice water arrests digestion than there i* that a refrigerator would arrest perspira tion. It drives from the stomach its natural heat, suspends the flow of gastric juice and shocks and weakens the deli cate organs with which it comes in con tact. An able writer on human diseases says habitual ice-water drinkers are usu ally very flabby about the region of the stomach. Thev complain that the food lies heavy on that patient organ. They taste their dinner for hours after it is bolted. They cultivate the use of stimu lants to aid digestion. If they are intel ligent they read upon food and what the physiologist has to say about it—how long it would take cabbage and pork and beet and potatoes and other meats and other esculents to go through the process of assimilation. TheyToai- at new bread, hot cakes and fried meat, imagining these to be the catise of the maladies. But the ice water goes .down all the same, and finally friends are called in to take a farewell look at one whom a mys terious Providence has called to a clime where, as far as is kjmwu, ice water is not used. The numbejj of immortal be ingß who go hence,'to return no more, on account of an injudicious use of ice water can hardly be estimated. — Balti more Sun. Formation of Snow. Snow is formed from vapor, and vapor is formed by heat; and it has been calculated that the heat expended in forming a single pound of vapor would melt no less than five pounds of east iron. Nor is this all. Equally great if not greater is the force necessary to transform the vapor into snow. Prof. Tyndall says: “I have seen the wild stone avalanches of the Alps, which smoke and thunder down the declivities with a vehemence almost sufficient to stun the observer. I have also seen snowflake* descending so softly as not to hurt the fragile spangles of which they are composed; yet to pro duce, from aqueous vapor, a quantity which a child could carry of that tender material, demands an exertion of energy competent to gather np the shattered blocks of the largest stone avalanche I have ever seen, and pitch them to twice the height from which thev felL” Make a Beginning. Remember in all tilings, that, if yon do not begin, you will never come to an end. The first weed pulled np in the garden, the first seed in the ground, the first shilling put in the saving bank, and the first mile traveled on a journey, are all important things; they make a begin ning and thereby a ho;*', a promise, a pledge an assurance, that you are m earnest in what yon have undertaken. How many a poor, idle, hesitating out cast is now creeping and crawling on his wav through the world who might have held up his head and prospered, if in stead of putting off his resolutions of in dustry and amendment, he had only made a beginning Prr a man on his honor to pay a debt and a gambler wifi pay aa promptly as anybody aia* Hamilton Journal. L'MAR * DENNIS, Publishers. VOL- VIII--NO- 32. A RIDE FOR LIFE. It was just at sundown, and Lily Ser vosse was sitting on the porch at War rington, watching the sunset glow, when a horseman came in sight, and rode up to the gate. After a moment’s scrutiny of the premises he seemed satisfied, aud uttered the usual halloo which it is cus tomary for one to give who desires to communicate with the household in that country. Lily rose and advanced to the steps. “ Here’s a letter,” said the horseman, as he held an envelope up to view, and then, as she started down the steps, threw it over the gate into the avenue, and, wheeling his horse, cantered easily away. Lily picked up the letter. It was directed in a coarse sprawling hand: Con. Comeout SebvoSsb; Warrington. In the lower, left-hand comer, iu a more compact and business-like hand, were written the words, “ Read at once.” Lily read the superscription carelessly as she went np the broad avenue. She went into the house, and, calling for a light, glanced once more at the envelope, and then broke the seal. It read: Col. Bebyosse : A raid of K. K. has been ordered to intercept Judge Denton on hia way home to-night (the 23d inst). It iB understood that he has telegraphed you to accompany him home. Do not ao it. If you can by any means five liim warning. It is a big raid, ana means usiness. The decree is that he shall be tied, placed in the middle of the bridge across the river, planks taken up on each side, so as to prevent a rescue, and the bridge sot on lire. I send this warning for vour sake. Do not trust the telegraph. I shall try to send this by a safe hand, but tremble lest it should be too late. I dare not sign my name, but subscribe myself your Unkxown Fuieni>. The young girl stood for a moment paralyzed by horror at the danger which threatened her father. It did not once occur to doubt the warning she had received. She glanced at the timepiece on the mantel. The hands pointed to 8 o’clock. “Too late, too late !” she cried, as she clasped her hands and raised her eyes to heaven in prayerful agony. She saw that she could not reach Verdenton in time to prevent their taking the train, and she knew it would be useless to tel egraph afterward. It was evident that the wires were under the control of the Klon, and there was no probability that a message would be delivered if sent in time to prevent the catastrophe. “ Oh, my dear, dear papa!” she cried, as she realized more fully the danger. “ Oh, God ! can nothing be done to save him ?” Then anew thought flashed upon her mind. She ran to the back porch, and called sharply but quietly : “ William ! Oh, William !” “William,” said Lily, as the stable boy appeared, “put my saddle on Young Lollard, and bring him round quick as possible. ” “But, Miss Lily, you know dat hoss —” the servant began to expostulate. " I know all about him, William. Don’t wait to talk. Bring him out. ” “All right, Miss Lily,” he replied, with a bow and a scrape. But as he went toward the stable he soliloquized angrily: “Now, what for Miss Lily want to ride that partickerler boss, you s’pose ? Nebber did afore. Nobuddy but de Kunnel ebber on bis back, an’ be hab his hands full wid him sometimes. Dese furrerbred hosses jes de dobble anyhow 1 Dar’s dat Young Lollard, now, it’s jest ’bout all a man's life wuth to rub him down and saddle him. Why don’t she take the ole un ? Here you, Lollard, come outen dat.” He threw open the door of the log sta ble where the horse had his quarters, as he spoke, and, almost instantly, with a short, vicious whinner, a powerful, dark brown horse leaped into the moonlight, and, with ears laid back upon his Binuous neck, white teeth bare, and thin, blood red nostrils distended, rushed toward the servant, who, with a loud “ Dar now 1 Look at him 1 Whoa! See de ras cal ! ” retreated quickly behind the door. The horse rushed once or twice around the little stable-yard, and then stopped suddenly beside his keeper, and stretched out his head tor the bit, quivering in every limb with that excess of vitality which only the thoroughbred horse ever exhibits. Before the horse was saddled, Lily had donned her riding habit, put a revolver in her belt, as she very frequently did when riding alone, swallowed a hasty sapper, scratched a short note to her motner on the envelope of the letter she had received—which she charged Will iam at once to carry to hoc—and was ready to start on a night ride to Qlen ville. The brawny groom with difficulty held the restless horse by the bit; but the slight girl who stood upon the block, with pale face and set teeth, gathered the reins in her hand, leaped fearlessly into the saddle, found the stirrup, and said, “ Let him go! ” without a quiver in her voice. The horse stood upright, and pawed the air for a moment with his feet, gave a few mighty leaps to make sure of his liberty and then, stretching out his neck, bounded forward in a race which would require all the mettle of his endless line of noble sires. As she was borne like an arrow down the avenue, and turned into the Glen ville road, Lily heard the whistle of the train as it left the depot at Verdenfcon, and knew that upon her coolness and resolution alone depended the life of her father. It was, perhaps, well for the accom plishment of her purpose that, for some time after setting out on her perilous journey, Lily Servosse had enough to do to maintain her seat and guide and con trol her horse. She had always made it a rule to visit his stall every day, so that, although she had never ridden him, the horse was familiar with her person and voice. It was well for her that this was the case, for, as he dashed away with the speed of the wind, she felt how powerless she was to restrain him by means of the bit. Nor did she attempt it. Merely feeling his mcmth, and keeping her eyes on the road before him, in order that no sud den start to the right or left should take her by surprise, she coolly kept her seat and tried to soothe him by her voice. With head outstretched, and sinewy neck strained to its utmost, he flew over the ground in a wild, mad race with the evening wind, as it saemed. The night was growing chilly by this tame. As the wind struck her at the hill-top she remembered that slio had llirown a hooded waterproof about her before starting. She stopped her horse and taking off her hat guthered her long hair into a mass, and thrust it into tlse hood, which she drew over her head, and pressed her hat down over it. Then she gathered the mins, and they went on that long, steady stride which marks the high-bred horse when lie gets thor oughly down to his work. Once or twice she drew rein to deter mine which rood to take. Sometimes her road lay through the forest and slie w£s startled by the cry of the owl; anon it was through the reedy bottom land, and the half-wild hogs, starting from their lairs, gave her an instant fright. The moon east, strange shadows around her, but still she pushed on, with this one only thought in her mind, that her father’s life was at stake, and she alone could save him. She had written to her mother to go back to Verdenton and telegraph to her father; but she put no hope in that. How she trombled, as she passed each fork in the rough and ill marked country road, lest she should take the right hand when Hhe ought to turn to the left, and so lose precious, priceless moments. How her heart beat with joy when slio came upon any re membered landmark 1 And all the time her mind was full of tumultuous prayer. Sometimes it bubbled over her lips in tender, disjointed accents. “ Father 1 papa, dear, dear papa 1 ” she cried out to the bright still night that lay around ; and then the tears burst over the quivering lids and ran down the fair cheeks in torrents. She pressed her hand to her heart as she fancied that a gleam of redder light shot athwart the northern sky, and slie thought of a terrible bonfire that would rage and glow above the northern hori zon if she failed to bring a timely warn ing of the danger. How her heart throbbed with thankfulness as she gal loped through an avenue of giaut. oaks at u crossroads where she remembered stopping with her father one day 1 He had told her it was half way from Glon ville to Warrington. He had watered their horses there ; and she remembered every word of pleasant badinage he had addressed to her as they rode home. Had one ever before so dear, so tender a parent? The tears came again, but she drove them back with a half-invol untary laugh. “Not now, not now,” she said. “ No', nor at all. They shall not come at all; for I will save him. Oh, God, help me ! I am but a weak girl. Why did’ the letter come so late? But I will save him ! Help me, Heaven ! Guide and help! ” She glanced at her watch as she passed from under the shade of tho oaks, and, as she held the dial up to tho moonlight, gave a scream of joy. It was just past the stroke of 9, She had still an hour, aud half the distance had been accomplished in half that time. Still on and on the bravejhorse bore her with untiring limb. Half the re maining distance is now consumed, and she comes to a place where the roads fork, not once, but into four branches. It is in the midst of a level old field, covered with a thick growth of scrubby pines. Through the masses of thick green are white lanes which stretch nway in every direction, with no visible difference save in the density or fre quency of the shadows which full across them. She tries to think which of the many intersecting paths leads to her destination. She tries this and then that for a few steps, consults the stars to determine in what direction Glcn ville lies, and has almost decided on the first to the right, when she hears a sound which turns the blood to ice in her veins. A shrill whistle sounds to the left— once, twice, thrice—and then it is an swered from the road right in front There are two others. Oh, God !if she but knew which road to take I She knew well enough the meaning of those signals. She had heard them before. The masked cavaliers are closing in upon her ; and, as if frozen to stone, she sits on her horse in the clear moonlight, and cannot choose. She iH not tliinking of herself. It is not for herself that she fears ; but there has come over her a horrible numbing sensation that she is lost, for she does not know which road leads to those. Bhe seeks to save ; and at the same time there comes the certain conviction that to err would be fatal. There are but two roads now to choose between, since she has heard the fateful signals from the left and front; but how much depends upon that choice I “It must be this,” she says to herself; and, as she says it, the sickening conviction comes : “No, no; it’s the other 1” She hears hoof strikes up the road in front, on that to her left, and now, too, on that which turns sheer to the right. From one to the other the whistle sounds—sharp, short signals. Her heart sinks within her. She ha* halted at the very rendez vous of the enemy. They are all around her. To attempt to ride down either road is to invite destruction. Bhe awoke from her stupor when the first horseman came in sight, and thanked God for her dark horse and colorless habit. Bho urged Young Lol lard among the dense scrub pines which grew between the two roads from which she knew she must choose, turned his head backward toward the place of in tersection, drew her revolver, leaned over upon his neck, and peered through the overhanging branches. Bhe path’ll her horse’s head and whispered to him softly to keep him still. Hardly had she placed herself in hill ing before the open space around the intersecting roads was alive with dis guised horsemen. She could catch glimpses of their figures as she gazed through the clustering pines. Three men came into the road that ran along to the right of where she stood. They were hardly five steps from where she lay, panting but determined, on the faithful horse which moved not a muscle. Once he had neighed before they came so near; but there wei* so many horses neighing and snuffing that no one noticed it. Bhe rememoered a little flask that Maggie had put into her pock et. It was whisky. She put up her re volver, drew out the flask, opened it, poured some in her band, and, leaning forward, rubbed it on the horse’s nose. He did not offer to neigh again. Considerable confusion arose (among the gathering riders, who had some dif- “ DUM SPIRO, BPERO.” HAMILTON, GA-> AUGUST 5, 1880. lerenoe of opinion) and ®Uy, with lirr revolver ready cocked ii her hsml, turned, and cautiously made her way to the road which had been indicated by their talk as the one that led to Glen ville. Just as her horse stopped into the piith, an overhanging limb caught her hat. and pullnCit off, together with the hood of her waterproof, so that her hair fell down aguMs on her shoulders. She hardly noticed*the fact in her excite ment' and if she had oonld not have stopped to repair tire accident, Hhe kept her horse on the shady aide, walk ing upon the grass as mnch as possible to prevent attracting attention, watch ing on all sides for any scattered mem bers of the Klun. She had proceeded thus about 150 yards, when she came to a turn in the read, and saw sitting be fore her in the moonlight one of tho disguised horsemen, evidently a sentry, who had been stationed there to see that no one came upon the camp unex pectedly. He was facing the other way, but just at that moment turned, and, seeing her indistinctly in the shadow, cried out at once: “ Who's there ? Halt!” They were not twenty yards apart, Lollard trembled with excitement under the tightly-drawn rein. Lily thought of her father, half prayerfully, lialf-fierccly, 1 lowed closely over her horse’s neck, ami braced herself in the saddle, with every muscle as tense as those of n tiger before liis leap. Almost before the words were out of the sentry’s mouth she gave Young Lollard the spur, and shot like an arrow into the bright moonlight, straight toward the black muffled horse man. “ My God I” he cried, amazed nt the sudden apparition She was close upon him in an instant. There was a shot; his startled horse sprung aside, and Lily, urging Young Lollard to his utmost speed, was flying down the road to Glenville. She heard an uproar behind—shouts and one or two shots. On, on she sped. She knew now every foot of the road l*e yond. She looked back, and saw her pursuers swarming out of the wood into the moonlight. Juit then she was in shadow. A mile, two miles, were passed. She drew in her horse to listen ; there was the noise of a horse’s hoofs coming down a lull she had just de scended, as her gallant steed bore her, with almost undiminished stride, up the opposite slope. She laughed, even in her terrible excitement, at the very thought that any one should attempt to overtake her. “They’ll have fleet ateed* that follow,” quoth yountf Lochinvar, she hummed, as she patted Young Lol lard’s outstretched neck. She turned when she reached the summit, her long hair streaming backward in tmoon light like a golden banner, anu saw the solitary horseman on the opposite slope; then turned and passed over tlie hill. The Slave Trade In Egypt. Notwithstanding tlio laws, treaties and decrees for the suppression of the slave trade in Egypt, and even the activity displayed by the Egyptian Government for its extinction, dispatches recently re ceived at the Department of State from our Consul General at Cairo would seem to prove that the inhuman traffic, al though not. carried on as openly, is plied aa energetically as formerly. The slave trade is carried on by the Aral) caravans which, while nominally trading in legiti mate merchandise between Egypt and Darfour, in Central Africa, run tho slaves into up)>er Egypt to the city of Assffiut. generally, on tin; Nile, about 230 miles above Cairo, where the Lybian range ol mountains run nearly down to the river. The slavers secrete tho slaves in the an cient grottoes and tombs in these mount ains mi til they are disposed of and distributed throughout the country. The activity of a young Swiss attached to the American Mission at Assiout re cently resulted in the seizure and manu mission of 68 slaves and the incarceration of 35 Arabs, charged with being Slavs dealers. Through the representation ol the British Consul General at Cairo— there being a treaty lor the suppression of the slave trade between Egypt and England—three hundred soldiers were dispatcli to Assiont, the caravan sur rounded and the seizure above noted ef fected. Although it was well understood that this caravan had brought more than 1,000 slaves into the country, the most rigid search failed to discover more than 68, the remainder having been disposed of and safely distributed before the ar rival of the soldiers. Of the 68 persona manumitted some were seized in their native country while sleeping in their tents, others were borne off while tend ing their sheep and cattle in the fields; some of the girls were forced away from tlieir husbands and still others were originally slaves and sold to the caravan. —Philadelphia Timet. Rejected Manuscripts. Rejected contributors are sometimes avenged A scotch newspaper, the Orrm ock Advertiser, ha* ceased to exist, after a life of seventy-eight years. This pajier will be remembered for one thing only: it rejected Campbell’s poem of Honenun den, on the ground that it was “not up to the mark. ” Campbell himself thought lightly of the poem, it is said, until he was assured by Sir Walter Scott that it was one of the finest things of the kind that he ever read Since that time, the poem has been worn out by the myriads of school-boys who have spoken it in public on the stage. Charlotte Bronte’s great novel met with a similar reception. “Jane Eyre” was written in the grey old parsonage under the Yorkshire hills; the rough notes, sketched hasty in pencil, were transcribed in a neat hand as legible a* print, and the manuscript, in its brown paper wrapper, was sent off from the sta tion-house at Kleigliley to publisher after publisher, only to find its way back again, “returned with thanks,” till the packet, scored all over with publishers’ names, and well-nigh worn out by its travels, found its way into the hands of Messrs. Bmith A Elder with a stamped envelope inside for a reply. This story of " Jane Evre" is, with anthors who cannot find a publisher, one of the standing sources of consolation, and it is a very striking in stance of the loose way in which publish ers' readers now and then look through manuscripts that find their way into oth er hands. Nevada’s First Nugget. Nevada’s first nugget was mined with a butcher’s knife. John Orr started across tho plains in 1819. The roads were bud, the weather was worse, nnd ho was obliged to remain through the winter at Hult Lake. In April lie resumed his journey. He had a partner named Nick Kelly,’ after whom Kelly’s ravine is named, and in tho company was William I'rouse, now living in Nurb City, übout forty miles southeast of Salt Lake. I’rouse hud worked in mines before gold was discovered at Coloma, and was a good prospector. One day the train stopped on the edge of what is now known as Gold Canon, near the Carson River, to let tho animals feed on some bunch grass found growing near the sage brush. Prouse, at noontime, took a milk pan, and going down to the gulch began wash ing dirt, in a few minutes getting color to the value of a few cento. Orr then named the place Gold Canon. _ The train soon idler restimed travel, going to tho head of Carson Valley. There they met a party of seven, who had left tho train at the sink of tho Humboldt, intending to go in mlvauoe to California and select good locations for the remainder of the party. They had l>een unable to cross the country, and had boon lost in the snow in the mountains for four or five days, unable to find the divide in Hagor town. A stay in Carson for three weeks followed, when Orr, Kelly and several others returned to Gold Canon and re sumed prospecting. Kelly and Orr wont up the eauou until a little fork was reached, when work was begun. The party had few tools, and Orr had nothing but a knife. While Kelly was working he noticed a very narrow place at tho fork, where tho water barely oovered a slab of slate rock. Idly he examined it, and noticed a small crevice near tho edge, drove the knife into it, breaking out a piece. The water running over it washed away the underlaying dirt, nndin a few minutes he discovered a gold nug get where tho rock had oovered it. It was quickly removed, and afterward found to weigh $8.25. This was tho Ist of June, 1850, just thirty yearn ago. Prospecting wns continued, and though dust was found iu several places through out the canon, Orr’s was the only nug get. He still has it in liis possession, the first ever found in Nevada. Snag’s Corners. The officials of a Michigan railroad now being extended were waited upon tho other day bv a person from the pine wood* and sand hills who announced himself as Mr. Snag, and who wanted to know if it could l>e possible that the pro posed line was not to oome any nearer than three miles to the hamlet named in his honor. “Is Snag’s Corners a placo of much im portance?" asked tho president. “Is it? Well, I should say it was. We made over a ton of ntuple sugar last spring.” “Does business flourish there?” “Flourish! Why business is on the gallop then* every minute in the whole twenty-four hours. We had tliree falsa alarms of fire there in one week. How’s that for a town which is to bo left three miles off your railroad?” Being asked to give the names of the business houses, he scratched his head for a while, and then replied: “Well, there’s mo to start on. I run a big store, own eight yokes of oxen, and shall soon have a dam and a saw mill. Then there’s a blacksmith shop, a jxmt office, a doctor, and lost week over half a dozen patent-rjgbt men passed through her*. In one brief year we’ve increased from a squatter and two dogs to our present standing, and we’ll have a lawyer there before long. ” “I'm afraid wo won’t be able to come any- dearer the Corners than the present survey,” finally remarked the president. “You won’t! It can’t bo possible that Sou mean to skip a growing place like nag’s Corners! 1 ' “I think we’ll have to.” “Wouldn’t come if I’d clear you out c place in the store for a ticket office?" “I don’t see how we could. ” “May bo rdsubscribes2s,” continued the delegate. “No, we couldn’t change.” “Can’t do it nohow?” “No.” “Very well,” said Mr. Snag, as he put on his hat. “If this 'ere railroad thinks it can stunt or cripple Hnag's Corners by fearing it out in the cold, it lias made a tig mistake. Before I leave town to day I’m going to buy a wind mill and a nrelodeon, and your old locomotives may t tot and bo banged sir—toot aud be tangedl” —Detroit Free Prett. A Remarkable Swan. Visitors to Pine Grove Cemetery, at Milford, Mass., are much surprised to see a swan standing on a grave near a child’s rocking-horse. The swan utters a shriek if any one attempts to approach the grave. Borne years ago the mate to the swan died, and soon after the rock ing-horse was placed on the newly-made grave, when the surviving swan irmnedi diately stationed himself as protector over the horse. If the father of the little Ixry that is buried there approaches, the swan makes no outcry, but no one else is allowed to approach bhe spot. Recently the horse was taken away and painted, and while it was absent the swan took no notice of the grave, hut passed its time on the pond or in tho house, but when the horse was replao&d the swan took np its position by its side, thus showing that it was the rocking-horse and not the grave that was the object of its vigil. Tt Si rumored that the trustees ordered the horse removed, but the owner of the lot refused to comply with the command be cause his son hail requested that it. should 1)0 placed above his grave. Hickory- nut Cake. —One cupful of sugar, one-half cupful of butter, one-half cupful of sweet milk, two cupfuls of flour and one and one-half teaspoonfuls of baking-powder, well mixed, one large cupful of walnut meats, one large cup ful of raisins, whites of four eggs, yelks of three eggs; beat butter and sugar to a cream, add the yelks of tho eggs well )>eaten, then the flour and milk ; flour the meats and raisins (stoned ) and stir them in ; lastly, the whites of the eggs beaten to a stiff' froth. Bake in pans to slice or cut in blocks. When baked, make a frosting, mixing in one-half cup ful walnut meats, and poor over. i. L. DENNIS, Editor. SI.OO a Year. Roofed Country Roads. To n largo extent in the South and Southwest the highways are of two dis tinct sorts in local parlauoo, turnpikes ami mud mads. The former title covers the main State reads, niton constructed with great care aud cost, aud usually macadamized. The latter includes the great majority of country roads ; and for nine months or more every year the name is exactly de scriptive of their character. They are emphatically mud mails, and the mud is deep and tenacious. I’lank roads are sometimes tried where lumlier is cheap; hut they rest under tho disadvantage of ticing expensive, ‘and they are neither durable nor easily kept in repair. Accordingly mud roads pre dominate, and communities possessing them are little given to social or com mercial intercourse with their neighbors save during the brief periods when the mud is. dry and the wheeling possibly good. An exoeption to this rule apiiears in Hosier Parish, Ixiuisiaiia, where an at tempt has been made to keep an import ant earth road dry and usable by the novel device of ri siting it, so os to keep off tho rain. The first stretch of oovered road on this plan runs from Red Chute Bridge, Louisians, four miles across Red River bottom, near Shrieveport. The idea originated with Judge 1. D. Wat kins of Shrieveport, and, as is the usual fate of now iilcns; it aroused no little ridicule. Judge Watkins was not a man to lie laughed down. Obtaining a State ohartor for liis enterprise he liegau to build tho road. His opponents com plained that he was obstructing the parish road, and attempted to stop the work; but ample and lawful room having been given for the parish niad their op position came to nothing. It is now four years since the work was begun, and Mr. John S. Williams, of Shrieveport, who hus been connected with the enterprise from the beginning, informs us that the mail is a complete success. At tho time of his writing, while the uncovered roads were axle deep in some places with stiff mud, tho shed road was firm and dry. In building tho rood, tho bed, 18 feet wide, was thrown np just enough to keep out the surface water ; ami over it was put a roof of plank five-eights inch thick, the planks being 12 inches wide and 20 feet long. Cypress from the neighboring swamp is used for posLs, and roughly sawed timber for frame work. By means of an ingenious platform mounted on a common two-liorso wagon and supporting a light framework, four men easily put up 20 sections, of twenty feet each, a day. The cost of the rood was shout $0,509 a mile, with lumber at $1 a hundred feet, labor $1 a day, posts 12J cents each, earthwork 20 cents a euliio yard, and uuils 5 cents a pound. The advantages of the road arise from' its cheapness, as compared with any other stylo of roan possible there, its durability and its un varying servioenhleness. The native clay soil, when kept dry, makes a better road than either wood or stone, and the mad is easily kept in repair. Tho wagons tin not touch the woodwork, ami the roof will last fivo times as long as planks laid upon the damp earth. Though the sides are not enclosed tho rain does not drive iu enough to make the roads muddy, much less wash it. In short the practical test of the road, on the score ol cheapness and efficiency, has lieon so satisfactory that the ridicule aud opposition it first awakened have been overcome, and other roods on tho same plan ore about to be oonstr l, eted.— Maienii/lo American. New and Stale Bread. The nature of the difference between new and stale bread is far from being known. It is only lately that tho cele brated French chemist, Bonssingault, instituted an inquiry into it, from which it results that the difference is not tbs (rmsequence of desiccation, but solely oi tine cooling of the bread, if we take fresh bread into the cellar or in any place whore it cannot dry, the inner part of the loaf, it is true, is found to lie crumby, but the crust ha* become soft and is no longer brittle. If stale bread is taken back into tho oven again it as sumes all the qualities of fresh baked bread, although in the hot oven it must undoubtedly have lost part of its mois ture. M. Bonssingault has made a fresh loaf of bread the subject of minute in vestigation, and the result* ore anything but uninteresting. New bread, in it* smallest parts, is so soft, clammy, flexible and glutinous, (in consequence of the starch during tho process of fermenting and baking being changed into mucilagin ous dextrine ) that by mastication it i> with greater difficulty separated and reduced to smaller pieces, and in it* smallest parts is loss under the influence of the saliva and digestive juices. It consequently forms itself into hard halls by careless and hasty mastication and deglutition, becomes coated over by saliva and slime, and in this state enters the stomach. The gastric juice, being unable to penetrate such hard masses, and being scarcely able even to act upon the surface of them, they frequently re main in the stomach unchanged, and, like foreign bodies, irritate and incom mode it, inducing every species of suffer ing—oppression of the stomach, pain in the chest, disturbed circulation of ths blood, congestions and pains in the head, irritation of the brain, and inflammation, aix/pleptio attacks, aramp and delirium. 77/e MiUnr. A Home Thrust. William Cullen Bryant, when chal lenged once to fight a duel, contrived to fasten the charge of cowardice on “ the other fellow ” very neatly, and with little trouble. His reply having been incor rectly reported in the notices of his death, Ins son-in-law, Parke Godwin, publishes the facte a follows : Mr. Bryant was challenged by a Dr. Holland, now deceased, on account of some offensive words that had appeared in tho Meaning Pott, but, remembering that Dr. Holland had been previously challenged by William Leggett without taking any notice of the challenge, he replied to this effect: “My Dear Sib: I am not familiar with the code of the duelist, but I be lieve that, according to its provisions, no one has a right to send a challenge to fight a duel so long as an unanswered challenge hangs over his head. ” Then the matter was dropped. WAIFS AND WHIMS. A otw has no feet yet it can kick. Strong cheese is rank, but hatred U rancor. Bukfax.o mnlottos are called Buff fel lows. A nkiiitm are is tho only animal that has a dreamy eye. A bride may not like fish, but she will not go back on hcr-ring. A man must be a hardened sinner when he “lies” at the point of death. They say it is only the female bee that stiugs. Oh, pins! thy name is wo. man. He was a nmurd orphan bor— lie did not own h e^nt— But still wliunu’or itu tore his clothes, He’d gather in runt —Salim Sunbeam. The Rochester Democrat, under the heading of “Local Matters,” places “ Different Views of Hell.” Now sav that a Scotchman can’t make a joke. The Magistrates of Aberdeen have solemnly given it as their opinion that it is unlawful to take spirits out of an empty cask. In all guns of great calibre you find a great bore. In a man of small culiliru you find a small lioro. Conclusion—A man of small calibre may easily pass for a great gun. I‘KOKEoscft —“What is the fundamental condition of existence?” Student— “ Time.” Professor— “llow do you ex plain that?” Student—“ Very easily. How etui a person exist if ho hasn’t time for it?” A Missouri girl dressed up us a lioy and went out as a farm hand, and they never found her out until she carelessly let them see that she could thread a needle without pricking every finger and swearing like a deputy sheriff. A drunken jour shoemaker was look ing through a tobacco house in Rich mond, Va., when he fell into a pile of plug tobacco and dislocated his arm. He immediately applied for a pension on tho grounds tliat he was a solo jour in tho navy. "Mr. Ford hus an abominable gait; don't you think so?” “No, indeed; I think it is quite handsome, especially since it was painted.” “Excuse me, hut you don’t understand me—l alluded to liis carriage. ” “Why, la mo! he lias no carriagejne rides iu the hoes oars. ” At a theater in Dublin a gentleman requested a wan in front of liiw to Hit down, adding sarcastically, “I supjioso you are aware, sir, that you are opaque.” “ I shall sit down when it suits me, was the response, “anil if you want to handle my name, mind, it's not O’l’ako at all, but O’Brien. ” Baxi) the mistress of a Marseilles cigar shop to a young Bohemia journalist: “This is tho sixth t.iiuo you have been here without saying a word aboiil the money you owo me, monsieur! What am I to understand by it?" “All, madam,” said tho clever journalist, “when one boos you, one forgets every thing!” A Hopeful Case: Patient—“Then, according to you, doctor, in order to live at all, 1 must give up all that makes life worth living?'' Doctor—“l’m afraid se at least for a few years. ” Patient—“ Pe rhaps you’d recommend mo to marry?” Doctor (a confirmed bachelor)— “Oil, no! dome, my dear follow, it’s hot quite so bad as all that, you know!” Young men should never lose presence of mind in a trying situation. When yon take tho girl you love to a picnic, mid you wander away together to commune with nature, and she suddenly exclaims, “Oh, George, there’s au ant down my back!" don't stand still with your moutii open; don’t faint; don’t go for tho girl's mother; go for tho ant. “Ykh,” said a witness, “I remember tho defendant's mother crying on the oc casion referred to. Bho was weeping witli her loft oye—the only one she has —and tho tears were running down her right check.” “What!” exclaimed the judge, “how could that, he?” “Please your honor,” said tho witness, “she was awfully oross-oyed. ” Two French women were passengers on one of tho local trains between Vir ginia City and Carson. They'hud with them, in a big tin ciqso, a parrot that annoyed every one with its constant squalling and gabble. Observing tho unfriendly glances that were bestowed upon the bird, one of the women pullod down a cloth cover that was on tin* top of the cage. When the extinguisher was dapped upon the bird and it found itself in the dark, it growled out, “That's smart.” Tho bird kept quiet for a few minutes, then yelled in it* shrillest tones: "Look out, Baroli, lie's going to kiss yout” Tho conductor, who Imppoued to lie in tho car, said: “That parrot must l)e an old traveler on railroads. He seems to think we are passing through a tunnel.” I)r. J. Lawbenob Hmitji, of Louis ville, Ky., lias made a personal invostiga tion of tile great meteorite which fell in Kmmitt County in 1879, having visited the spot for the occasion. The external appearance was that of a mass, rough and luiottod like mulberry calculi, with rounded protuberances projecting , from the surface. The larger portions were of Eay oolor, with a green mineral irrcgu rly disseminated through it. The total weight of the portions found amounted to 807 pounds. The ston.v part of this meteorite consisted essentially of bronzite and olivine, the three essential constitu ents being silica, ferrous oxides and magnesia. An analysis showed that in composition the meteorite contained nothing that was peculiar. Its ixwition, however, among meteorites is unique on account of the phenomena accompanying its fall, esjxHually the great depth to which it penetrated beneath the surface, and also because of its physical charac ters and the manner of association of its mineral constituents. A man was sawing wood in a hack yard He severed two sticks as thick as your wrist and then went into the house. “ Mary,” said he to his wife, “my coun try needs me; there’s no use of talking; we’ve just got to slaughter all these Injuns; no true patriot can be expected to hang around a woodpile these days. ” "John,” said his wife, “if you fight Injuns us well as you saw wood and sup port your family, it would take one hun dred and eighteen like you to capture one squaw, and you’d have to catch her when she had the ague and throw pepper in her eyes.” John went back to the woodpile wondering who told his wife all about him. “Good, kind-hearted soul that she was,” said Job Shuttle as he mused on the excellencies of his better-half, long since passed away. “If I don’t meet that woman in heaven, I hope I shall miss her in the other place, that's all?” Lime has never been found in a native state; it is always united to an acid, as to the carbonic in chalk. By subjecting chalk or limestone to a red heat it is freed from the acid, and the lime is left- in a state of purity.