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TI MILTON JOURNAL
HAMILTON. GEORGIA
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Ri'aUy, how, <Var I> *ll linx iiw,
I doii'f vtri.it to pick a flaw
In tlio Hfi* you picrme to rtioMr,
Hut 1 think you >lu uliumi
Poor, v.ml:, <-K >!:k11 1 ■ mini,
Now dotty it it you can.
to**ly, I d>.nit mean to vex,
Hut there'* pot one of the m*x
Ihtt vomld your affection* nliare
, (iladly, if they <lhl Imt dure.
Hiip-ly you imnt iiauiflity I* 1 ,
Or you would with thnin agree,
totally, I don’t inrun to chide,
tint you oupht to tie a iiridn. t
True, nil men liawv aelf-i'mioctlt,
Hut Ixuienth 1)10*4* ve*t* ho neat
Often I >4**l* u heart of gold,
At h unt Hint'd wind I’ve been told.
totally, I don’t meiin to And
Ha nit, If you’ve made up your mind,
Hut you’re mlaelilg i|iille a altoe
(ha ml.l* wi ll tilled with Hplee.
1 A! 1 who’ve tried If know ’ll* true.
Hut hkc it. Why can’t you 7
totally, I would not reproach,
Hull think you do uucr<>uck
Hpnri linin’* jieouliur right,
Wlwn you calmly *lecp at night,
Never waked liy bain ’* cry
Of “Paregoric, uru I die! "
lie-ally, I would imt upbraid,
Hut I’dniiike mi entlludn
Right vlriilght through Home fellow'* heart.
Ton rn leirrow < hipld'* dart,
Ami I know It will I* fun,
If he run.
MI1.1I! you eny you do uhhor
All tluiig* Unit pertain hi war?
Huritly 1 uni quite ohtiiHe,
H.lhc your meaning 1* übutruae.
Who euld war. I’d like to know;
Pom It with liiiitiliunny go 7
totally, now, to objurgate,
I **, full well, it i* too late.
1 meant to pulut the joy*, the Mlm,
Or nuirOod life and only thin—
Not thinking you would neir, and *<*>ff,
And *tiiell the buttle nfnr off.
Well, 1 have only this to *ay,
H!umkl you grow eager for the fray,
A nolenin llilng’* u marriage vow—
-1 hadn’t thought of It till now—
-1 think your good eeiiaa will owiicwit;
HttH I would warn von not to do It.
Aii Engineer’* Ignorance.
“ Every offort, in made,” said a rail
road officer in u recant conversation, “to
lirocure trustworthy, fuithfiil employes,
mt all kinds of deceptions are gotten up
to throw ltd oil'. I have one cane in
mimic There in a rule on the road for
which I labor which compels not. only
the conductor but the engineer to Hign
the receipts of all train orders. When
my superintendent took charge lie insist
ed m Kti having that rule adhered to, and
in that, wav he ascertained that there was
one engineer m the employ of the com
pany who could neither read nor write,
ami ho laid boon running an engine for
fifteen years. Had an accident occurred
to his train, iu which accident persons
were injured, and in consequence of such
injuries an investigation had been or
dered, and the faCtof the engineer's ig
norance )eon established, we could net
have saved ourselves in a suit for heavy
damages, and, beside that, would have
been lined heavily for allowing such a
state of things. His cunning came into
play, lie was a married man and his
wife was ones a school teacher, and
through her efforts he was aide to e< m
mit to memory the rules as printed on
the time-cards, and he had them so thor
oughly fixed in his mind that lie could
point them out on the card, but ho was
just as liable to do so with the earn bot
tom side up ns in any shape. He was a
good engineer, but we bad to let him go.
He went home very much clm-grincd, but
ho went to work to learn to both read
and writs. H sjtsnt one whole winter
at it, but ho was too fav along in tents to
be successful and finally was obliged to
give it up, and to-day he is firing on the
road. - *’ _ _
Mills for Marbles.
Almost nil tho marbles with which
boys everywhere amuse themselves, in
season and out of season, on sidewalks
and iu slmdy spots, uro made at Qber
stMfi, (lei'rtuvny. There are largo agate
quarries and mills in that neigliliorhood,
and tho refuse is turned to good account
in providing the small stone balls for
exports to “ knuoklo" with. The stone
is broken into small cubes, by blows of
n light hammer. These small blocks of
stone are thrown by the shovelful into
tlse hopper of a small mill, formed of a
bedstone, having ; tn surface grooved
with concentrate furrows. Above this
is the “runner,” which is of some hard
wood, having a level face on its lower
surface. The upper block is made to
revolve rapidly, water being delivered
upon the grooves of tho bedstone where
the marbles are being rounded. It takes
about fifteen minutes to finish half a
bushel of good marbles, ready for tho
Iniy’s knuckles. One mill will turn out
100,000 marbles per week. The very
hardest “crackers," as tho boys eail
them, are made by a slower process,
somewhat analogous to the other.
AlltS.
The agricultural ant is a pattern oi
neatness. The most minute particles ol
dirt are carefully removed, and the
whole body frequently and thoroughly
cleaned especially ftftev eating and slee}>-
ing. They assist each other in the gen
oral cleansing, and the attitude of the
unt under operation is one of intense
satisfaction, a perfect picture of muscular
surrender and ease. An ant lias been
Keen to kneel down before another, and
thrust forward the head under the face
of the other, and lie motionless, express
ing the desire to bo cleaned; the other
ant understood this and went to work.
Sometimes this is combined with acrobatic
feats, iu which these ants excel, jumping
about and clinging in a remarkable fash
ion to blades of grass. Sometimes the
cleansing nut hangs downward from the
grass, and to her the ant operated upon
clings, reaching over and up with great
agility to submit to her frieud’s offices.
Evidently moisture from the mouth is
used for washing.
The Itiirr-Hamilton Ibid.
On the 4th day of July, 1804, Alex
ander Hamilton and Aaron Burr had
met for the last time as public charac
ters at the dinner of the Cincinnati.
The arrangements for the duel, which
w*re of the most secret character, had
then been fully made, but not one guest
at the dinner weuld have suspected their
existence. Eye-witnesses long afterward
recalled the imperturbable face of Burr
and the vivacity of Hamilton, who was
in the chair, and over the walnuts and
the wine sang the ballad of “ The
Drum.” Eleven days later the antago
nists met at Weelmwken—the beauties
of which, as sung by Holleck and Rob
ert C, Sands, the local poets of the pe
riod, have king been destroyed. The
rocks on which the adversaries stood
have been made into blocks of Wee haw
ken granite and pave the streets of the
metropolis. William P. Van Ness, who
eight years afterward tilled the office
now filled by Judgo Choate, was Burr’s
second on that (lark day, and Judge
Nathaniel Pendleton, the grandfather of
Senator Pendleton, was Hamilton’s sec
ond. Matthew L. Davis, “the spy at
Washington,” a journalist thought to be
closely connected with Burr, and the
famous Dr. Hoaack waited in a dell be
low the dueling ground near the water’s
edge, where wonderingly sat the boat
men who had ferried the parties over.
At twelve paces the rivals faced each
other—Hamilton placed so that he took
his last look at the city. Burr fired as
the lips of Judge Pendleton closed on
the word “ Present,” and Hamilton was
shot dead before he could bring
liis pistol to a level. It is
doubtful whether ho meant to fire
at all on the first exchange of shots, for
when Judge Pendleton had inquired
Shall I set the hair trigger?” his prin
cipal had meaningly said “Not this
time.” The wound was soon pronounced
mortal by Drs. Hosack and Wright Post
and certain consulting surgeons of emi
nence whom Gen. Key, the French Con
sul, summoned from three French frig
ates which had anchored in the harbor.
In thirty hours after the encounter
Hamilton was dead. Possibly his death
agonies, which the surgeons described
as acute, were intensified by the re
membrance that less than three years
previously his eldest son, Philip, had
also been killed iu u duel. By his bed
side stood Jus fifth child, John Church
Hamilton, who still lives at the age of
88 years. Among the other children by
the bedside were Angelica, who died un
married; Alexander, Jr., who left no
children; .Tames Alexander, who mar
ried Miss Mary Morris, and died at
Dobli’s Ferry two or three years ago,
leaving four daughters and one son.
Alexander, a distinguished lawyer;
William Stephan, who died a bachelor
in California ; Eliza, who became Mrs.
Augustus Holly, and Philip, the young
est, who married the daughter of Louis
McLane, and whose son, Dr. Allan Mc-
Laue Hamilton, is a well-known phys
ician in this city. The verdict of the
Coroner’s jury, “ that Aaron Burr, Vice
President of the United States, was
guilty of the murder of Alexander Ham
ilton, and that William P. Van Ness
and Nathaniel Pendleton were accessor
ies,” lies now among the musty fill's of
the Court of General Sessions. —New
York World.
Charlotte Corday’s Dress.
Alcibiodes is said to have cut off tho
tail of his dog in order to give the
Athenians something to talk about, and
to divert their attention from serious
topics. Happy the people whoso minds
can take occasional rest from serious
subjects, like politics, in the discussion
of trifles! At present the French press
is engaged in a grave controversy about
tin 1 quality and color of the dress which
Charlotte Oordny w ore on the day when
sho assassinated Marat. Everybody
knows that the great demagogue was in
his hath at the moment when Mile. Do
(’onlay called at his house, No. 21 Hue
do I'Eeole de Mcdieiue, and craved an
audience through"the medium of his old
housekeeper. It is also known that she
wore what is now called a mob-cap an
article of apparel w hich came hack into
fashion a few years ago in England, lmt
which was in 17!>2 the ordinary head
gear of young ladies hailing from Nor
mandy. Beyond the fact, however, that
Charlotte Conluy won* a mob-cap, his
torical searchers can not agree ns to her
attire. Some say that she presented
herself at Marat’s house in a dross of
striped calico, dusty from travel; others
affirm that on alighting in Paris from the
lloiien stage she went to a hotel and
tricked herself out in u dress of spotless
white muslin, with u silk kerchief niul
black mittens. This would have been
the most natural course in the ease of a
young lady of cool mind; but tho dispute
about Charlotte Oordny "s dress turns
precisely upon the point as to whether
thin girl waa a heroine animated by an
implacable spirit of vengeance in a
patriotic cause, Or a poor half-crazed
damsel who came up to Pans to kill
Mnrnt simply because she feared tor the
life of her lover Barbaroux. So red re
publicans who worship the memory of
Marat maintain that slio wore a rusty
red-striped calico dress, whereas royalists
and others who loathe tho editor of L'Ami
du People, protest that she went about
her fell work robed in white, like an
angel.— London News.
Prayers That Are Answered.
An old darkey who was asked if, in
liis experience, prayer was ever an
swered, replied: “Well, sail, some
pra’rs is ansud and some isn’t—’peucls
on wa’t you axes fo’; just arter de wall,
we’en it was mighty hard seratcliin’ fo’
de culled breddren, I 'bserved dut we’en
ebber I pway do Lo'd to sen’ one o’
Mnrse Payton's fat turkeys fo’ de ole
man, dare was no notice took ob de par
tition; but we’en I pway dat be send de
old man fo’ do turkey, de matter was
tended fo bcfo’ sun up nex’ marnin’.
dead sartin, ”
True Lore.
A pretty story is told of the late
Czarina, who, as is well known, was a
most faithful wife, in spite of the long
continued harsh treatment and neglect
of the CV.ar, and a wise and devoted
mother. Although a strict observer of
the rules of the Greek Church, she al
ways opposed tlie tendency to substitute
forms and ascetic ceremonies in religion,
in place of true feeling and domestic
every-day duty.
While visiting the Smolnoje Institute
for girls, some years ago, the Empress,
during the examination of’tlie pupils,
suddenly asked, “What is love?”
The young ladies blushed us though
an improper question had been proposed,
became greatly confused, and were silent.
Madame Leontieff, the directress, kneel
ing, begged leave to state to Her Majesty
that all knowledge of this dangerous suit •
ject was prohibited by her, and that, in
all probability, the pupils did not even
know the meaning of the word.
The Czarina frowned. “So far from
being a dangerous subject, madame,” site
said, “love should be the pure main
spring of a womuu’s life ; first, love for
her parents; then, love for her husband;
lastly, love for her children ; and love for
God always. If your pupils have not
this, they are badly prepared for the du
ties of life. ”
The Empress left the Institute, and
the next day, Madame Leontiei? was re
moved as incompetent by the Imperial
Ministry of Education.
In American society, the mention ol
love is too often received by young girls
with ablush and a giggle, which betray
the narrow and vulgar meaning which
they attach to the word. It is to them
simply a flirtation with some young man,
which may or may not end in a mar
riage.
It is the fault of their mothers if they
are not taught to know and respect that
divine quality of devotion and self-sacri
fice, which alone can ennoble a woman’s
life, and which, whether it is given to
parent, child, or lover, makes her more
akin to her Master.
If we were asked for a typical picture
of love in the present time, we should
choose, not a pretty little girl sitting by
a moustached youth in the moonlight,
but Mary Diller standing by her old
helpless father on the burning deck of the
Seawanhaka , the flames wrapping hex
like a garment, and burning her eyes
blind.— Youth's Corn oa>t ion.
M/fl ire Mitchemi has been on the
stage for thirty years. She acknowledges
to f( ray-three, and as she lias made a
great deal of money people wonder why
she does not retire. The truth is that
she is not as rich as-she was, and her
work now is for her children. Some
years ago her husband, Paddock, bought
the Forest Place at Long Branch, pay
ing seventy-five thousand dollars for it,
forty thousand of which was cash down.
Time ran on and interest and taxes with
it, but the little commeelienue is in no
sense a business woman, and so slto left
everything to her husband. One day
the remaining thirty-five thousand fell
due, and eOiild not be met. The place
was sold on mortgage, and brought less
than her first payment, and she awoke
to a realization of the fact that she had a
hard time before iter, and so the little
woman is still on the stage.
Maggie Mitchell, since her first great
success in New York, nineteen years ago,
has been a carryall for her entire family.
She feeds them, lodges them, and clothes
them. She lias an old father between
seventy and eighty who is a veritable
“ Old Eeeles,” and the only way lie can
be kept from giving way to his weakness
lies in locking him up and feeding him
on regular rations of whisky. In spite
of the familiarity with her plays and
acting Maggie Mitchell is still one of the
great paying stars of the stage. She
makes money constantly and everywhere,
and she deserves to. She lias created a
school in acting, and in her school she is
beyond imitation. Few women have
given as great pleasure to the public.
A Fish Story.
Asa gentleman was fishing in the
mill-dam below Winchester, Va., lie ac
cidentally threw his line across a strong
white duck, which, suddenly turning
round, twisted the gut around her own
neck, ami fixed the hook of the dropper
fly in her breast. Thus entangled and
hooked, she soon broke off tlio gut
above the dropper, and sailed down the
stream with tlio end of the fly trailing
behind her. She had not proceeded far
before a trout of about a pound and a
half took the fly effectually. Then com
menced a struggle as extraordinary as
ever was witnessed—a duck at the drop
per and a large trout at the end of the
fly. Whenever the trout exerted itself
the terror of the duck was very conspicu
ous ; it fluttered its wings and dragged
the fish. When the trout wa , more qui
et the duck evidently gave way, and suf
fered herself to be drawn under some
bushes, where the shortness of the gut
did not allow the trout to shelter herseif.
The duck’s head was frequently drawn
under the water. By chance, however,
the gut got across a branch which hung
downward into the water; and the duck,
taking advantage of the purchase which
this gave her, dragged her opponent
from his hole and obliged him to show
liis head above water. Then it became
a contest of life and death. The trout
was in its last agonies, and the duck in a
very weak state, when the gut broke
ami suffered them to depart their own
way.
Prof. Young, in discussing the sun’s
heat, says that, if it were surrounded by
a shell of ice one mile in thickness, the
inner surface touching the photosphere,
it would melt its way out iu two hours
and tliirteen minutes. This will be an
interesting experiment for our young
people to try during the long winter
eveuinga It will cost nothing for the
ice, for Yeunor says there are going to
be oceans of it. —Sorristoivn llcrald.
THE FAMILY PHYSICIAN.
In auy complaint where there is much
perspiration do not go directly from a
cold or frosty air to the bedside.
Graham wafers for the sick : One cup
of Graham flour, one and one-third cups
of boiling water, and one-half teasjxion
ful of salt. Put the salt iu the boiling
water, pour l lie water gradually over
the Grali un, In at thoroughly, and sot
away to cool. When cool spread on
sheets or pans as tiiin as the blade of a
knife. Bake in amo !crate oven about
twelve minutes. Sick people can eat
this when they can eat no other bread.
A Com fob Nicuit Sweats. —A pow
der known as slri upulver, composed of
three parts of salicylic acid and ninety
seven parts silicate of magnesia, is used
in Germany as a cure for sweating of
the feet. Recently a Belgian physician,
Dr. Kohnlioni, tried its in sev
eral cases of night sweating by consump
tives. The beneficial effect was imme
diate and permanent. The powder was
rubbed over the whole body. To pre
vent any breathing of the dust and con
sequent coughing a handkerchief must
lie held over the patient’s mouth and
nose while the powder is being applied.
Medical Use of Egos. —For burns
and scalds nothing is more soothing
than the white of tin egg, which may Ik
poured over tho wound. It is softer as
a varnish for a burn than collodion, and,
being always at hand, can be applied
immediately. It is also more cooling*
than the “sweet oil and cotton,” which
was formerly supposed to be the surest
application to allay the smarting pain.
It is the contact with tho air which
gives the extreme discomfort experi
enced from ordinary accidents of this
kind, and anything which excludes air,
and prevents inflammation,is the thiugto
be at once applied. The white of an
egg, into which a piece of alum about
the size of a walnut has been stew* and un
til it forms a jelly, is a fine remedy for
sprains. It should lie laid over the
sprain oti a piece of lint and changed as
often as it becomes dry.
Children are not apt to believe they
drink too much water, and yet they do.
When you come into the house, punting
anil thirsty from play, you will take a
tumbler of water and drink it down as fast
as you can, and then rush out to resume
play, and, perhaps, repeat the drink.
Now, tlie next time you feel thirsty, try
this experiment: Take a goblet of water
and slowly sip it. Before it is half gone
your thirst will be fully quenched, and
you will feel better for having drunk
only that which you need. And again,
we are all apt to acquire ’ the habit of
drinking while eating our meals. Nature
gives us all the saliva we need ; and if
auy one will cliew his food slowly and
thoroughly, and not take a swallow of
drink until through eating, the desire to
do so will leave, and lie will require only
a few sips of water, tea or coffee after
the meal is finished. This practice, too,
will do wonders in the way of keeping
off' indigestion, dyspepsia and sickness.
“The Mail Poet.”
Such was the name given to McDon
ald Clarke, a wild, eccentric writer of
verses, who lived in tho city of New
York some thirty years ago. He had a
talent for improvisation, which lie used
to celebrate the charms of those persons
of whom, from time to time, lie became
enamored.
A volume of his poems, published by
subscription, contains iu the preface
these touching paragraphs:
“I won’t pester folks with apologies.
Here’s a rough handful of flowers—a
little dirt about the roots—a tear’ll wash
it off!
“If the life of my poetry is whole
some, ’twill breathe after the wild spirit
that inspired it has been sobered at the
terrible tribunal of eternity, and the
weak hand that traced it, long wasted to
ashes. ”
In one of these wild moods which
frequently came upon him, when the will
to be sublime was not sustained by tho
strength, he wrote these lines on Wash
ington:
“ Eternity—give him elbow room;
A spirit lik“ liis is lar.it*;
Earth—fence with artillery his tomb,
Ami tire a double charge,
To the memory of America’s greatest man;
Match him, posterity, if you cau.”
He was a regularly attendant on Sun
day church services, and in one of liis
lucid moods wrote this tender, simple
tribute to the Sabbath:
“ I feel the happier all the week,
If my foot has pressed the sacred aisle,
The pillow seems softer to my cheek,
I sink to slumber with a smile;
With sinful p;issions cense to light,
Ami sweetly dream on Sunday night.”
He died in the lunatic asylum on
Blackwell’s Island, and was buried in
Greenwood Cemetery. Speaking of tlio
arrangements ho desired made for his
funeral, lie said;
“I hope the children will come. I
want to be buried by the side of children.
Four things lam sure there will be in
heaven—music, flowers, pure air and
plenty of little children.”
Isn’t It Funny?
A man who has about forty-seven hairs
growing on his face is always possessed
to wear a full beard, and goes about with
a countenace liko a thinly-settled huckle
berry pasture; while the man that can
beat Aaron of old clean out of sight with
a full beard, shaves close twice a week,
and the rest of the time his face looks
like a sheet of No. 4 emery paper. They
are each reaching for the irnposs ible,
and miss i t by a hair.
Dr. Wm. Sharswood, of Philadelphia,
is giving his time and efforts toward
founding a great museum of practical
art and applied science in connection
with the University of the South at Se
wanee, Tenn., owned and controlled by
the dioceses of the Episcopal clinrcli
comprehended in the ten States lying
south and southwest of Virginia and
Kentucky.
Ships That Have Never Beeu Heard
From. |
The following European steamers hav.j
never been heard of after leaving port ;
Tho President, which sailed from this
port on March 11, 18-11, had among her
fiassengers Tyrone Power, the famous
rish comedian, and a son of the Duk<
of Richmond. Tlie Great Britain wai
lost in a storm on the coast of Ireland
left Sept. 22, 1846. The City of Glat
gow was never heard of after leaving
Glasgow in the spring of 1854 ; 480 livei
were lost. The Pacific was never heart
from after Jan, 23, 1856, when she lef
Liverpool; 200 lives lost. The Temvies
was never heard from after she left Net
York on Feb. 20. 1857. Tlip Gonqaug
burned off the coast of MaasAeMuset/ts
Oct*. 7, 18<>0. The United Kingdom left
Now York April 17, 1809; was never
heard from ; eighty lives lost.. Tlie City
of. Boston left New York Jan. 25, 1870,
and was never. afterward heard from ;
about 100 lives lost. The Hibernia
foundered off the Irish coast Nov. 20,
1868, but was heard from. The Caroli
na was wrecked on tlie Irish Coust Nov.
29, 1868, and fifty lives dost. The Is
jnalialeft New York Sept. 29, 1873, and
is yet unheard of. The t?t. .George was
destroyed by fire at sea Dec. 24, 1852.
New York Dispatch.
[Cairo, (Iff.) Radical Republican.,',
What Wn Know About It.
“What do you know about St. Jacob*
Oil V” said one of our oldest, subscribers.
This was a fair question, and .vve answer,
that we arc reliably informed, that a gen
tleman of this city who has suffered un
told agony, and spent a mint of money
to get relief from Rheumatism, in des
peration bought some and tried it, and
declares that it is the best remedy for
Rheumatism he ever heard of.
Watering Horses.
There is a great diversity of opinion
as to how often hprses should be watered*
during a day, whether in summer or in
winter. We have an article now before
us of a writer of some distinction as an
agriculturist, who advocates frequent
watering of work horses, as a renewer
of tho vigor of the animals. We can
not agree with him. We think both
man and beast are gene/ally watered too
much. Men and horses at hard work in
warm weather perspire just in propor
tion to the quantity of fluids taken into
the stomach. Frequent drinking in hot
weather, according to our experience,
emasculates instead of refreshes. Some
years ago, being at Capo May, in driv
ing out in one of the stand-coaches of
the place on a very hot day, we asked tho
driver how it Vos that his horse per
spired so little, while the horses of pri
vate carriages, going at a slower speed,
were covered 111111 foam. He replied
that lie watered his horses three times a
day only, though lie sponged their
mouths frequently, while the private
drivers watered their horses whenever
they stopped. He said, and it seemed
to us very sensible, that the frequent
watering of horses effected no good pur
pose, while it made them very uncom
fortable and lethargic. Horses, no mat
ter what their work was, did not need
watering oftener than three times a day.
Our own experience with horses all our
life is to the same effect.— Exchange.
[Keokuk Constitution.'
Every Time.
A man, or even a piece,of machinery
that does its work right every time, is
we think, very correctly judged “valua
ble." Aud cer ainly none the less val
uable is any article designed to relieve
the ills of mankind, and which does so
every time. ’Mess. Jones, Cook & Cos.,
Bay State Brewery, Boston, Mass. write:
We have used St. Jacobs Oil among our
men and find that it helps them “every
time." We therefore heartily recom
mend it as a pain-healing liniment.
The True Cure.
There are two ways of dealing with the
evils in the world which we justly deplore
and wish to abolish: one is to attack and
try to break them down forcibly, the
other to dissolve or exhale them by the
active presence of good. Tho former of
these methods appears so much the
more direct aud obvious that it generally
gains the first place in our attention. We
see a wrong, mid our impulse is to crush
itwe see injustice, and we long to exter
minate it; we observe an unrighteous
institution, :uid we desire to overthrow
it. The slower and less direct method of
overcoming evil with good, of substitut
ing a better way for that which is had,
of devoting the same energy to building
up that which we would have given to
the work of tearing down, obtains a
gradual hold over us only with time and
experience.
Guilty of Wrong.
Some people have a fashion of confusing
excellent remedies with the large mass of
“ patent medicines," and in this they are
guilty of it wrong. There are some adver
tised remedies fully worth all that is
asked for them, and one at least we know
ol' —Hop Bitters. The writer has had oc
casion to use the Bitters in just such a
climate as we have most of the year in
Bay City, and has always found then:
to bo first-class and reliable, doing all
that is claimed for them.—Tribune.
Those are cute fellows, those New
York sharpers. One of them advertised
that he could cure a turn-up nose, aud
would send directions to all who would
forward a dollar. A lady sent this
amount, and was told in reply to employ
a blacksmith to lrit her nose on the end
with a sledge hammer.
Wore People Die
from diseased Kidneys than of consumption
but not one fatal case in a thousand would oc
cur if Warner’s Safe Kidney and Liver Cure was
taken in time. By all means try it.