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TEE lUILTOH JOORRAL HAMILTON, GEORGIA. Piano Playing Regulated by I>aiT. The London Globt uayu: The author ities of Weimer are evidently a consider ate ! k >dy. They havo recently decreed tiiftt no person shall in any house within their jurisdiction play a piano while win dows in the house are open under a jh ii alty of two shillings. This is an appro priate regulation for the headquarters of German literature. We have Professor Teufelsdrokh's authority ior saying that 'Germany is deep-thinking— set, up on high to tell the world what o’clock it is. Doubtless a great deal of this deep think ing is done in the streets, as the late President Lincoln's was; and where the streets were mostly narrow, as they are in Wiener, serious cogitation inapt to be much interfered with by the sound of the banging of pianos at ©very third or fourth house, who knows what magnificent ideas, conjured up bv the regulation of Goethe's genius, may not have been spoiled almost at birth, and so lost to the world, by the thoughtless tramming of some pianist in a house with open win dows? For the great author of “ Wil helm Meister” onee lived in Wicmer; so did Schiller. So did Johann von Herder, the friend of Goethe, nud one of the first of Gorman tiukers. Hut in their days pianos were not, as they are now, to be found in every house; and if the spinet or harpsichord was much in use, it made very little noise, as everybody who lias heard one knows. Otherwise even those great men might not havo given to the world quite such great works us they produced. So the new law in Wieruer is a useful one. In London wo do not suf fer much, generally speaking, from the playing of pianos indoors. It is the piano-playing out of doors that troubles us, and troubles 11s a great deal, too. Everybody is acquainted with the fiend, of Italian complexion, whoso persistent, grinding at a gigantic box on wheels produces!! diabolical thrnmpingamongst scales which make thinking impossible, life temporarily n misery. And everybody must,, at some time or other, have wished that an effective law could be apjxuded to against the fiend and his like. Hitherto we have been powerless in dealing with him, ho has prevailed, lint, it ought to bo possible to do some thing in the spirit which has just mani fested itself in the quaint German city towards abolishing one of the discomforts of the world’s metropolis. Foot Muffs. 1 am much pleased with a present just received through the mail, says a corres pondent—the work of younger sisters. It is a puir of “ foot mulls,” to be worn in bed on cold nights. They are a great comfort to a person who has the care of small children, and is liable to havo to step out of bed more or less during the night. They ore of clouded zephyr, knit on wooden needles, garter fashion. Forty stitches are set up, and the knitting pro ceeds back and forth across the needles, until the strip is about ten inches long. Bind it off, and double it together, and make it into a bag, whole at the bottom, And with a seam at each sale. The seams in my "muffs” are crocheted to gether, but they might be loosely sewed with zephyr like that used in knitting. With a coarse crochet needle make loops around the top of the bag, and join them together by chain-stitch. These loops are for a rubber tape about ten inches long. Crochet scallops around the top, as ornamental as you like. This bag does not look much like boot, shoo, or slipper, but put it on your foot and it answers nicely for a foot warmer. A pair of foot muffs would boa very suitable Christmas present for any invalid. The numl>er of stitches required would depend upon the size of the needles. The knitting should be loose and elastic. Fixing Shoes to Horses’ Hoofs. Anew idea for accomplishing this without the use of units is carried out us follows : The inventor takes a shoe of ordinary construction, having, sav, four holes therein, and through these lie passes bands or wires of metal, two ex tending from or near the hinder extrem ities of the shoe, and the other two at short distances from either side of the toe, the position being varied with the number of bands employed. To lix the slhh' the hinder wires or bands are first, drawn tightly round the front and upper part or corona of the hoof, the ends passing through a buckle or ring, or they may be twisted together. The ends of the other wires are also passed through the ring or under the first hands, and, being drawn tightly down ward, the hinder wires or hands, owing to tin) conformation of the hoof, are, us it were, wedged tightly, thus fixing the shoe firmly to the hoof. This invention only receives provisional protection.— Jajiulvu tUiuc-Stone Journal. The Man for Her to Love. A young lady, wlu* says she is young and handsome, writes : “The man for me to love is vastly my superior ; * " * a man who will compel my spirit to bend its knee to his ; who will command my soul to stand still and shine on him, as Joshua commanded the sun : who can trample my will to the dust,” etc. She should have no difficulty in finding such n man—one who w ill not only command her soul to stand still, but who will also command its owner to got up first in the morning t>> build the fire, split kindlings and carry up the coal, and whose lan guage will make her Irair stand on end when he comes home and finds dinner fifteen minutes late. There are lots of men who w ill bend her spirit for her, and also make her back bend over a wa h-tub, while they go down to the tad eon and discuss the best method of saving the country from the hands of its politic.e) enemies.— Sorrisloivn Jlcraid, Mi.xn. W. PARRAS D FKIXH. 9 * W rernl! ilath of Innocent pl<vinr* Which liniier In memory’* thru!!; But iiojtow too to n fills the measure, And covers the past with a pall. For friendship is bill transient glndneM, And life is t<s) short for its bliss, soon, is It broken hr sadut For happiest ties that we uffss. We only ran wntrh through each sewon, Forgetful of sorrows and tears, Misgiving, not knowing the re*ton Why sorrow should coruidt** our years. We Ikjw In our huubb HuomisHion, For solace look mck through the years When we wuitci for joyful fruition Of hopes now more bitUr than tears. We forget that our life has if* beauty, Its pleasures /is evil as its pain; Why then should we turn from our duty Tolndulge In this bitter refrain? Our hearts full of hopeful emotion— The riches of hope* ihst are dead— Tty thematic of memory's potion fikijali recall sweetest thoughts of tbodeacL THIS FOOL STORY. When I first know her she was fifteen years old; I was twenty-four. She was a schoolmaster’s daughter; I, a school master's son. We first met one September evening. Her father was a struggling pedagogue, with a family of seven children to sup port. and few pupils. I bad it in my head to become his partner, and bud gone down first to see bow things were looking. Her name was Emily; to her friends she was always Em. She and I struck up a friendship. She always did make friends with all male creatures, whether five years old or fifty. I was a scribbler, even then; and I fancy the pride of authorship even in so small a degree, had a certain charm for her, which set me up in her eyes. She w rote her name in my birthday hook, and beneath it, I wrote, “My Little Sweetheart.” It lies before me at the present moment. It was the hardest tiling in the world for her father and mother to make both (•nds meet. Very little money was ever hers. He r wardrobe was of the scantiest. She knew nothing of pleasure as some people understand it; she had never been ten miles out ol' the town where she was horn. Yet there must have been some fairy present at her birth, for she was like a summer’s day, always bright. Time sped. I had been her fathers’ partner, and had now known her more than two years, I was going for a ram bling expedition to foreign parts; and though 1 knew I was a fcxil for my pains, to me it was a bitter parting. And so for a time, I think, it was to her; for in some way links had been joined between us without our ever know ing they were being forged. “Well,” said I to her, the day before I went, we being alone together, “Blue eyes, lmw long shall I he missed?” The omy answer was to throw herself upon the hearth rug, place her hand up on my knee, aud turn her eyes up toward my face. “Ah, Blue Eyes,” said I, trifling with her sunny hair, “you’ll havo another sweetheart in a week. ” “ In a week?” said she, in that curious* ly clear voice of hers. “Do you think so?’ rihe looked up at mo and watched mo for a moment. Then she turned and got upon her knees, kneeling in front of me. " Perhaps so," she said. “But”—lean ing forward, so her breath mingled with mine—“ he’ll never boa sweetheart like you.” What could I do? 1 knew her so well! I kuew that this is just what she would say to any one by way of comfort. I knew that her words wero as trifles light as air. “ Make no vows,” said I, “ only to be broken. You and I have had happy times; why should I begrudge the same to another?” She was silent. Sho was now nearly •ighteen, but sho was so small, that it never occurred to me to think of her as anything but a little girl. Slio pui her hands out and took mine, still in tho same quiet fashion. “Would you like me to?” said she—“ would you like me to—to take auotker?” "Em,” said I, “what does it matter what 1 like? Before the sun has gone down upon my going, another day will have dawned for you.” I looked at her. It came to me thot this was very bitter, and however great a fool I might be, I could not entirely hide what was in my heart. “Little Sweetheart,” said I, “of one thing be sure—l never shall forget you.” She came to me, and I kissed liar. She still kept her face near mine. “ Bertie,” said she -it was the first time she had ever called me Bertie: it had always been plain Mister before, and the name rang in my ears “ Bertie, I'll not forget you in a week.” I almost pushed her from me. I knew this dalliance was worse than folly—l knew her so well—and rose to my feet. “ No,” sai l I, with bitter mirth; “ not in a week, but in eight, days.” She made no answer, but still knelt at my feet. And so we parted; fur rue fare well on file morrow’was but a formal one. *•** * * * * Two year passed l>y. Occasionally I pent her little notes, pictures of noted places, foolish curiosities. But I never gave her my address. At last I returned, and found she was living out as n governess. Her mother told nio her situation was in the neighborhood of Byde. Happen ing to have friends in that town, I made them an excuse for a visit there. Yet, on my arrival, I was in no hurry to find them out; and taking up my quar ters in a quiet iuu, 1 prepared to have a day or two alone. It was a Saturday afternoon, lovely weather: and I set out for a walk wcl known in years gone by, through the Lovers’ Lane, nestling by the waterside. 1 sat down and fell into a reverie. Something woke me from it- a sound. I became aware that I was listening to prattle; little voices wero borne upon the breeze, children’s laughter mingling with the rippling w aves. But every now and then there was an other voice, not a child’s, yet cliild-like. It was familiar to my ears, and as I lis tened, its sounds woke within me chords of forgotten music. Before many sec onds had gone I knew it was Em’s voice I heard. I rose upon my elbow quietly, so as to make no noise, uud looked over the top of a summer house near by on to the garden below. And there I saw her. She was on a seat under the trees. About her were four children, two boys and two girls. Thef stood at her knees, close together, watching her make a chain of duisy flowers. She had grown, but notmnch; she was still a little maiden, and it, was plain she never would rank among big women. She was dressed in blue—a little blue cloth cap perched daintily upon her dain ty head, still poised like a queen’s upon her shoulders, and a blue serge dress, which fitted better, I noticed, than her dresses used to do. Even from where I was I could see her blue eyes flashing, and that wonderful smile upon her face. She was certainly prettier than of old, and she still looked like a maiden step ped down from fairydom. Wondering what the answer might be, softly, hardlv above a whisper, I gently called “Em!” But she, engaged with the daisy-chain and her little ones, did not hear, and paid no heed. So, smiling, I called a little louder—“Em !” But still she did not hear. The daisy chain and little ones seemed to eneross all her thoughts, and my voice blew past her with the wind. How would it do, I thought, since she was so obstinately deaf, to rouse her by confronting her ? If she would not hear she should see, and her eyes, if not her ears, he opened. With some such fancy, I was just about to rise and intrude myself upon her presence, w hen I noticed the figure of a man coming down the path. I had no objection to children witness ing our meeting, though I could have spared even them: but a third party, and he a stranger, I did not want. So I waited until he should be gone. lie was a young man, a gentleman beyond doubt, and good-looking. His was a fair young face. He had a promis ing mustache, which he tended with one hand; and ho was smoking a mighty moercliaum. Instead of passing, as I expected, he stopped, leaning with one hand upon tho moss-green wall. There was she with heir daisy-chain, and children at her knees. Just as I thought he w ould; surely he moviug on, he vaulted lightly over the wall, and while I watched with angry eyes, ran to her from behind, drew her head hack to him and kissed her twice or thrice upon the lips. The blood boiled within my veins. I did not doubt that this was a dastardly outrage, and my darling needed a de fender. In a minute, vengeance would have been done, and he or I would have lain low. But her answer showed I was mistaken. “Charley,” she cried, with that sweet smile I know so well, “how can you kiss me before the children?” “Why not?” said he. “Don’t I kiss them before you?” And to prove his w 7 ords, he snatched up a little girl and kissed her again and again, she* laughing at the fun. Then he sat down by her side, and putting his arms about her, drew her to .him. The daisy chain dropped to her lap, and she looked at him as though he were all the world to her. “Darling!” said he, not loudly, but loud enough for me to hear, “I have spoken to my mother about you and me to-day; and she thinks I am very foolish; but since I always have been, and always will he so, she thinks I may as well take you to be my little wife—though you will be very foolish for letting me.” Her answer was to lay her head upon his slionlder, and flash her blue eyes with a still softer blue upon his face. “ Char lie,” said she, “are you quite sure you love me?” “Love you?” he returned, and lie meant it—“my darling, more than I can tell!” “And are you sure,” she continued, ‘ your mother will not be angry? I could not bear to anger her.” “Angry?” said he, closing her lips with kisses. “Who in all the world could be angry with My Little Sweet heart?” And so on. Tlio children looking on at what was anew experience to them. What mattered? They would have to learn themselves some day’, though they wore beginning early’. And I—l had to listen to it all. I have not seen her since. For some cause her happiness stuck in my throat, and I left Hyde that evening. I may never see her again. Ere this, doubtless, slio is another’s wife. But when I think of her, even to this hour, it is as My Lit tle Sweetheart. Professional etiquette is carried to an absurd extent among the physicians \of Toronto, it would seem. A merchant in that city was seriously ill, a certain | doctor prescribed for him, and, after his ; departure a second disciple of iEscula pius was summoned. Tlie first came ! again, learned of the visit of the second, j refused to do anything more in the case, ! and went away. Tee second doctor then j called, was told of the first employment j of the other, declui a to act,, and went ! away too. The unfortunate merchant | accordingly died. The newspaper which publishes this siqry heads it “ Etiquette ! iwV)TiatVHio (.’fhnxnci,” but tlio patient ] seems to have been the one run into the , ground. After a holiday the rabbi accosted a bright-eyed little “daughter pi Judah” with the inquiry: “ Why were you not in the synagogue yesterday?”” After twisting in her mouth for some moments the end of a dubiously clean apology for a pocket handkerchief, Rebecca, with downcast look, replied: “Because my hat was not clean, sir. ’ “Not elean?*’ Baid the rabbi, somewhat sternly: “Don't you know that God cares not for outward appearances? that He looks to that which is of infinitely more importance—that which is within?” “But,” quickly in terrupted the seven-year-old matron, as a perfect solution of the difficulty, “the lining wes dirty, too.” And that settled the controversy without further argument.— Hamer's Magazine, “I xsscßE'you, gentlemen,” 6aid the convict upon entering the prison, “that the place has sought me, and not I the place. My own affairs really demand all my time and attention, and I may truly * r %/ %/ say that my selection to fill this position was an entire surprise. Had I consulted my own interest I should have perempt . only declined to serve, hut as I am in ' the hands of my friends I seo no other course but to submit.” And ho submit ted. —Boston 7V<7 nscrivt. [St. Louis Western Watchman. - ] music Hath Charms, etc. One of the great manufacturing inter ests of Boston is the European Piano 1 Company, whose pianos are used with high appreciation and satisfaction throughout ! the world. In a recent conversation with Mr. Jas. Gramer, one of the proprietors, that gentleman remarked: 1 have used that splendid remedy, St. Jacobs Oil, in my family, and found it to he so very beneficial that I will never bo without it, llt has cured pic of-a severe case of rheu matism, after other remedies had tailed. A Monkey’s Suicide. One of the iqpst novel deaths that ever occurred in tins section took place hero to-day, tho victim of which was a monkey owned by Mr. Rockwell Syrock. The animal was quite a favorite with all the children for miles around, and knew most of them. For several years past Jocko’s owner has beeu iu the habit of vis iting all the hangings in this portion of the State, taking the mischievous animal with him, who always seemed to take an especial interest in the horrible details of such proceedings. On the 25th of June Alex Howard, a negro, was to have been executed hero for the murder of an old man, but the Governor respited him. The gibbet was erected and all the pre liminary arrangements made for carrying out the negro’s sentence, when the Ex ecutive interposed his power and post poned it. Syrock visited the jail with the monkey, and examined these prepara tions. The animal seemed to be unusually curious, and watched the scaffold trap with wistful eyes. Since that time he lias been playing hanging in his master’s barn. This morning he was found dead, suspended by a clothes-line to one of the rafters of the building. —Goldsboro (N. <7.1 Cor. Chicago Times. [Milwaukee Evening Wisconsin.] \ Strong < onquorer. According to an Illinois exchange, our days of Rheumatism are well nigh num bered. St. Jacobs Oil enters a rheu matic territory 7 , and conquors every sub ject. That’s right. We believe in it. Complimentary Mention. A couple of Galvestonians, who havo just returned from a hunting excursion, tell a pleasant little incident of the trip near Richmond. They went up to the house of a farmer to get some milk, and experienced considerable difficulty in getting tho gate open. One of the party said to the sturdy old granger: “We had a good deal of trouble get ting the gate open.” “Yes,” responded the granger, drily 7 , “I fixed it up to keep the hogs out.” —Galveston News. Feeble Ladies. Those languid, tiresome sensations, causing you to feel scarcely able to be on your feet; that constant drain that is taking from your system all its elasticity; driving the blood from vour cheeks; that continual strain upon your vital forces, rendering you irritable and fretful, can easily be removed by the use of that marvelous remedy. Hop Bitters. Irregu larities and obstructions of jour system are relieved at once, while the special cause of periodical pain is removed. Will you heed this ? —Cincinnati Satur day night. Bathing After Meals. Two eases, reported by Dr. Naegli in the Swiss Medical Journal, illustrate the truth of the prevalent belief that it is dangerous to go in bathing when the stomach is full. The cases were alike in their history. One was that of a boy of 14, who ate a hearty meal and then went in the water for a bath. When swimming along with a comrade he sud denly gave a cry and sank under the water. He was speedily brought out on shore, and the usual means of resuscita tion were employed. These utterly failed, however. Fearing some obstruc tion, the boy’s trahcca was opened, and pieces of food were found in it. These were removed in part; but it was not sufficient, and the boy died. The other case had a similar history’. At the post mortem a portion of the contents of the stomach were found in the trachea an' 5 bronchi. A Piatoi' rind,-, iiappt. I have been greatly troubled with my kidneys and liver for over twenty years, and during that entire time I was never free from paiu. My medical bills were enormous, and I visited both the Hot and White Springs, noted for the cura tive qualities of the water. lam happy to say 1 am now a well man, and entirely as the result of Warner’s Safe Kidney and liver Care. With such glorious results I am only too glad to testi fv regarding the remedv which has made rue so happy. (Rev.) fi. F. IIAEKLEE. Coal Ena Crossing, Arkansas. HUMORS OF THE DAY. Bald heads never dye. Usually the coarser a base voice iI the finer it is. A roi’L’LAB paper is like a toper’s nofig — it will be read. When your opponent calls you a lin\ let him have the floor. That man that says that flint that thnl that man used was correct, tells a false f hood. 1 A great many men are cottage-built 1 that is to say they have but one story J And they are for ever telling it. A poor dentist of Kokomo wears toil ceps to keep him warm. A pair of drawl ers, you know. —Kokomo Tribune. [Rebecca: Yes; when’ a young lad * •goes crazy” over dancing, we think sh# could consistently be called hoppiujH mad. “People should always marry thcil opposites.” Yds, one of the znarryinS parties ought to be a man and the othtl a woman. When the editor's wife gets a nevl dress on the strength of a dry goods adl vertisement, might it not properly toX called her ad-dress? 1 a lover’s query. I Tell me—tell me Genic, true, I)o not-—do not—do not lie, Cun you—can you—can you—can you Mince u—make a pumpkin pie? Boys, don’t be deceived. A girl who will talk of the “limbs” of a table, will, after marriage, chase you around a two. acre lot with a rolling pin and a regu lar kerosene conflagration in both eyes. A Maine school-teacher captured thirty-three cuds of gum from her pupils in one day, and it was a rainy day at that. — Detroit Free Press. Most any school-teacher can do that if she but chews. An exchange speaks of “a policeman who shot a drunken man who tried to es cape in the hind leg.” The policeman is to be commended. When a drunken man tries to escape in the hind leg he de serves to be shot. When a fellow goes out of a theater to see a man, he eats a little burnt coffee and always finds his man. When a woman looks under a bed for a man she never thinks to eat any burnt coffee, and she finds nobody. An exchange prints a lengthly article on “Science at Breakfast.” Valuable space wasted. Science at breakfast is getting away with four slices of ham and half a dozen eggs while your vis-a-vis is unfolding his napkin. A man in low a has been arrested for assaulting his wife, and he was found guilty, even though it was shown that he only stuffed her mouth full of putty when he wanted to go to sleep. Do we men have no rights at all? “Take the elevator” is inscribed on the fence of an lowa meadow. A curious traveler who climbed the fence discovered in about ten seconds that the elevator is of a dark brindle color, with a curl in the middle of his forehead. “Trouble has broken out in Cork.” It is generally under the cork where trouble breaks out. —Norristown Herald. Many a sorrowing Home Ruler realizes that fact when he hears tho corkscrew in the little small hours beyond the twelve. A Hard Case.— Major Dunnup—“Aw f’lly dull down iiere, isn’t it Miss Maria?” Miss Maria—“Do you think so? Why don’t you go, then! You’re a bachelor and have only yourself to please.” Maj. Dunnup—“Only myself to please? You don’t know what a doused difficult thing that is to do. ” Ah ! little dreams the fond, adoring mother as she tucks the clothes around her curly-headed darling, and calls her husband’s attention to the intellectual formation of his phrenologikos, that some day in the dim shadowy future that boy, then grown to he an old and grizzled man, with a pipe in his month, may be a professional sandwich and carry adver tisements for a popular sour mashery. THE GREAT ICOi*. aero yfff ra vy^ Mr S U MllltMlj Neuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, Backache, Soreness of the Chest, Gout, Quinsy, Soro Throat, Swell ings and Sprains, Burns and • Scalds, General Bodily Pains, Tooth, Ear and Headache, Frosted Feet and Ears, and a!i other Pains and Aches. 'To Preparation on earth equals St. Jacobs On. ns a .wt/'. . Ai/re. f'ntjtle and cheap External Kemedr A trial entsils but the comparatively trifling" outlay of 50 Cents, r.d every oi.e suffering with pain cun have cheep end positive proof ol' its claims. ' llirecii os in Eleven Languages. SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS AND DEALERS IN MEDICINE. A. VOGEIXR & CO., Baltimore, Old., V. S. A.,