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HAMILTON, GEORGIA.
THE BEAUTIFUL LIFE AND DEATH.
Beautiful faces are those that wear—
It matters little it dark or fair—
Whole-souled honesty printed there.
Beautiful eyes are those that show,
Like crystal panes where hearth fires glow,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below.
Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart like the hearts of birds
Yet whose utterance prudence girda
Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that is earnest, and brave, and true,
Moment by moment a long life through.
Beautiful feet are those that go
On kindly ministries to and fro—
Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so.
Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care
With patient grace and daily prayer.
Beautiful lives are those that bless—
Silent rivers of happiness,
Whose hidden fountains but few may "mass.
Beautiful twilight at set of sun,
Beautiful goal with race well won,
Beautiful rest with work well done.
Beautiful graves where grasses creep,
Where brown leaves fall, where drifts lie
deep
Over worn-out hands—oh, beautiful sleep 1
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
Should a kite be made of fly-paper?
I take the pledge and keep it,” says
the pawnbroker.
The fruit most frequently to be ob¬
served at picnics—the pear.
You cannot call a sailor a slugger be
cause he boxes the comoass.— Derrick.
“Can any one suggest a sure prevent¬
ive of sea-sickness?” asks an exchange.
Certainly; stay on shore.— Puck.
Only eight American poets have lived
beyond the age of sixty years. This
shows the power of the press.— Merchant
Traveler.
The Father of his Country could not
tell a lie, but the children of the country
have been industriously making up for it
•ver since.— Derrick.
It is said that it is almost impossible
for an old maid to learn to play the vio¬
lin. She can’t get the hang of the beau.
—Boston Commonwealth.
THE I.ATEST CRAZE.
Now the maiden sits in her easy chair
And drives away melancholy
By Of plying her needles and knitting a pair
scarlet silk hose for her “Cholly.”
—Boston Courier,
The planets have been weighed and
the moon blocked out into election pre¬
cincts, but the heft and capacity of a
boy’s pocket still remain unknown.—•
Chicago Ledger.
When a cold ware comes
Then business hums.
—New York Morning Journal.
But when it thaws
There is a pause.
—Oorham Mountaineer.
Can’t you give us some war reminis
cences?” asked a citizen of an old fel
low in a party of ex soldiers telling
Btories. “No, I believe not,” he an¬
swered promptly, “you see I’ve only been
married six months. "—Merchant- Trav¬
eler.
They were walking on the beach, and
as Claude held her little hand he mur
mured: “I love to be with you, Claribel,
it seems so bright and I feel so much
fresher.” “Do you, dear? I should not
think that possible.” And then he
.dropped her hand and turned sadly
away, his sighs keeping time to the
•urges as they lashed themselves to foam
on the pebbly beach. —Boston Tran¬
script.
He met her in the garden,
And she was all alone.
His arm he folded round her waist.
And said she was his own. *
He on her lips imprinted
A kiss with true love’s zest,
And then, with passion's fervor,
Her 6ott white hand he pressed.
She screamed, and then his ardor
Was in a moment dashed;
, Sot in that soft white hand she held
An egg, that now was smashed.
—Boston G a sett*.
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Why is a gen leman treading on a
VALUABLE SAND PATCHES
Result of a Tramp Along the
Long Island Coast.
Black Sand which Can he Worked into
Iron or Pure SteeL
Owners of seaboard land on Long
Island between Easthampton and Fire
Island had never thought there was
any particular difference in money
valuation between the patches of
black metallic sand and the common
whitish yellow sand all around. When
they were asked on what terms they
would sell or lease the right to dig up
and cart away the sand their prices
were not extravagant, and with little
trouble leases for almost forty miles
were secured. The leasehold line was
not unbroken, but almost so. Its
width was from the water's edge to
the tufts of grass, that were the near¬
est vegetation. At the time the leases
were signed, and in most cases it is so
to-day, the owners did not know that
the black sand was 65 to 72 per cent
iron, and that recently a process has
been invented that will turn the grains
of black sand into finest steel cheaper
than the cost of production of the
coarsest iron.
In 1880 Henry R. Haines tramped
over part of Long Island and noticing
the black sand wondered what made
it black. He bad the black sand an¬
alyzed, and found that the darkness of
it was caused by an intermixture of
almost pure iron. He dug out one or
two croppings of veins and pockets.
As soon as he was convinced he set
about getting leases with mining priv¬
ileges.
In 1881 a company was formed vv»Lth
Henry R. Haines, Isaac W. Maclay,
and William E. Davies as trustees un¬
der the general law. It was called
the Magnetite Mining Company, and
had a nominal capital stock of $100,
000. In August, 1881, a certificate
that the capital stock had been paid in
was filed at the County Clerk’s office.
Isaac Maclay, as president, and Davies,
as trustee, swore that $6,000 in cash
had been paid in, and that 940 $100
full paid shares had been assigned to
Haines & Co, in payment for leases of
mining rights, tools, machinery, and
plant.
The company began experiments
with the sand in the flush iron times
of 1881, and sent some of it to Eliza
bethport and had it made into iron.
Henry Havemeyer was taken into the
company and made President, and they
counted on making lots of money.
But iron and steel fell in value, pro¬
duction was lessened throughout the
country, and 1883 and 1884 did not
seem good years In which to try exper¬
iments. Some of the leases were not
perfected, and the unbroken coast line
that would have given the mining
company a corner in black sand was
not secured. In their annual report
in 1883 the capital was alleged to be
$100,000 and the indebtedness not
more than $2,000.
Last year a novel process of convert¬
ing ore into steel was invented, patent¬
ed, and the Standard Vapor Fuel Iron
Steel Company was formed on the pa¬
tents. They experimented with the
black sand and found that they could
make steel directly from it at a cost
low enough to enable them even to ex¬
port steel and make it pay. The steel
was of the finest quality. A sample
was taken to a maker of surgical in¬
struments, and he said it was better
than the steel he had been paying $2
a pound for. When the Maclay Com-
pany heard of this they proposed to
make a contract for furnishing ore
sand to the Vapor Fuel Company. In
the mean time they had set about get¬
ting control of every patch of black
sand along the coast. They paid up
on their old leases to keep them going.
The Vapor Fuel Company began to
build works at Flushing, and made a
contract with the Long Island Rail¬
road Company, for the carriage of the
ore sand from the south shore to their
works.
There were several pieces of black
sand which were not leased. The
Methodist Church of Easthampton
owned half a mile, and private parties
owned some more. There was a lack
of harmony between Maclay and Da¬
vies and the Vapor Fuel Company. If
Maclay and Davies controlled all the
black sand, they had a monopoly and
could fix prices. That was what they
were after, and they went on with
their leasing until the Vapor Fuel
people found it out and had the church
property and other patches leas¬
ed to them directly. To be more
independent of the Vapor Fuel
Company, Maclay and Davies had a
chemist, Fames, at work on the sand,
trying to convert it into iron or steel
by some process that would not inter¬
fere with the patents of the Vapor
Fuel Company. Everybody is convin¬
ced that there is a mine of wealth in
the black sand, and whichever win 3
will be getting iron or pure steel out
of it before very long .—New York
Sun.
The Invention of Ink.
When ink was introduced does not
seem to have been decided, but given
the paper and the pen, a colored me¬
dium whlcli would sliovv on a light
surface was so obvious a want, and
one so readily found, that there is
no extraordinary credit clue to the un¬
known inventor. It appears to be only
of comparatively late years that black
ink has been almost universal. Roman
ink was red, purple and gold, and inks
of blue, green, violet and other shades
was not uncommon. It is said that
simple as is the combination of ink,
“we possess none equal in beauty to
that used by the ancients; the Saxon
manuscripts written in England ex¬
ceed in color anything of the kind.”
Modern ink-makers will deny the su¬
periority of the ancients; but who
shall say whether words written in the
ink manufactured to-day will stand as
vividly centuries hence as those Saxon
manuscripts have stood ? It is diffi¬
cult to see how the writing materials
of the present day can be improved
upon, for convenience at least, setting
aside questions of lasting inks, which
the generation that uses them cannot
settle. Paper, rough and smooth, flu¬
ent inks of any color that the writer
may believe suitable to his eyes, pens
as fine as a needle or as blunt as a
spade, are all to be bought on every
street. The great lack of the age
seems to be ideas at once more novel
and sensible in the record of which
these serviceable materials may be
employed .—London Standard.
The Grave of Grant.
When Mr. Wait* r, proprietor of the
London Times , was in New York a
few years ago, he was taken through
Riverside Park by a friend. On reach
ing the spot where Gen. Grant rests,
the distinguished editor turned to his
host and said: “I thank you for show¬
ing me this spot I have traveled over
the world in many lands, but have
never before seen such a beautiful
drive as this .”—New York Herald,
CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS.
In days gone by clouds floating be¬
fore the wind like a reck or vapor
were termed recking clouds.
The first steamship that crossed the
ocean brought in her mail a pamphlet
proving that no steamship could do
this.
The eyes of the mole are so exceed¬
ingly minute and so perfectly hid in
its hair that our ancestors considered
it blind.
The divining rod, sometimes used by
well diggers, and at an early day by
eil prospectors, is a popular fiction
that dates back to the eleventh cen¬
tury.
Connecticut is now the only state in
the Union, it is said, whose legisla¬
ture retains judicial functions. The
Connecticut legislature is still a su¬
preme court in equity.
Bees are peculiarly subject to dysen¬
tery, a disease which sometimes al¬
most decimates a hive, and which is
commonly due. to defective ventilation
and a thin quality of the winter food.
It takes cen times as long to commit
to memory eighty meaningless sylla¬
bles as it does to master eighty sylla-.
bles that mean something. A profes¬
sor of the University of Berlin de¬
voted twenty-two consecutive hours
to the mental labor of proving this
fact.
Speaking of the feeling while on a
mountain or abyss of being drawn to¬
wards the brink, the London Lancet
says, it is an impulse to fiy. It is an
abnormal development of the subordi¬
nate faculty of flight which man pos¬
sesses in common with, and actually
derives from, the bird.
Mciry ia tho name moat common
among men in France, where, as in
Italy, the custom prevails of giving
the Virgin’s name to a boy, in con¬
junction with a distinctively male
appellation. Thus Hugo was Victor
Marie. After Mary come in order of
frequency Louis, Joseph, Charles, Hen¬
ry, John, Francis, Peter, Paul, Julius,
Maurice, Anthony, Eugene, Leo, Vic¬
tor, Augustus, Edward, Ernest, and
George. _
Piling Up Material for History.
“I have been engaged in the busi¬
ness of making scrap books for the
past t’lirty-five years,” said a biblio¬
maniac, “and I have in my collection
nearly seven tons of newspaper clip
p ags on every conceivable subject
from cowboys to evolution. I have
complete biographies of every promi¬
nent man and woman in the world,
anecdotes, about them and editorial
comments on their fadures and suc¬
cesses. My clippings about Queen
Victoria, for instance, would fill sev¬
eral good sized >olumes. I have a
thousand colums of material about
Gen. Grant. It is one of my daily
pleasures to arrange this mass of mat¬
ter in a convenient form for reference.
j don't know that I will ever be able
to mako use of it, but the historian of
the future will find it a rich mine of
information. When I die I shall leave
the whole collection to one of the large
libraries .—Philadelphia Times.
Sixteen Dollars and Found.
“I pay my hired man sixteen dollars
a m0 nth and found,” said old Blodget.
“And found,” interrupted his niece,
“What do you mean by that ? How do
y 0 u find him?”
“Why,” replied the old man, “If he
doesn’t know I’m cornin’ I generally
fi n d him either asleep or with his
armB ar0 und the hired girl”— The
Judge.