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EASTMAN TIMES. TV Heal Live Country Paper. PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, lit THE ustain 21 AES rim.iMiiNG co.wm. TERMS OP SUHSCIIIPTION t One copy, ono year ...?.f 2.00 One copy, six months /.T . 100 'I on copies, in clul> u i one year, eac* 1.50 Singlo copies scte. HERE LET ME REST. Jlcrs let me rent, wliere the bright sun is shining, Aikl nit n> atti the branches that gently do wave, And list to the dirge < f the sad t ea repining ; Ah! here let me reHt, darling, clone brWy f*rnv('. 1 have wandered afar, but the world haw neernod dreary, O’er its mountains and valleys, and Arabia the blessed ; I liavo nailoil o’er wild rnaiiiH, au<l now, lone and weary, I come to thy grave. Oh ! here let me rest. Weary darling, with long yf ars of waiting, Ever true to our vows, otir lirst love I kept ; I’ve been dead to the world, to its partingsond meet ings, . **■, To its juya to its sorrows ; ah ! here let mo slc^j>. What was this that I heard while, enfolded in slum ber, I lay on the grave where my darling was laid ? There wan gathered around mo a throng of vast number, * And among them my darling was you, still a maid. Then you knelt by my side, and called me your dar ling. And said you had come to drive sorrow away, And you bade mo arise, and no more, as a starling, Repeat the same tale again day after day. Yon bade me go join in life’s love and life’s labor, To comfort the weary, to help the oppressed, To think lees of myself, to think more of niv neigh bor, To live to do good, and in this to find rest. Yes, here will I rest, And, when life’s fitful fever Is over, I’d .join thee, to part nevermore. I'dcoise from my wanderings; in my dream a be liever, I’ll seek to strew blessings through life evermore. No more will 1 turn from this life audits labor, N T (,i more will I say that my life is unblessed; The? love I bear tlioe shall henceforth serve my neighbor; In loving and serving henceforth will I rest. IIOREID MISS LEIGH. Tom Luttrell, aged twenty-four, was r thoroughly good fellow, good-tem pered, good-looking, and heir to a good property, but he had one sorrow—he was engaged to a girl he had never seen. Some ten years before a dispute had arisen about a certain Hillingdon es tate, in Leicestershire, to which Mr. Luttttdl—Tom’s father—and a certain Carmvorth Leigh both laid claim. Lit igation seemed inevitable, and the legal fraternity began to piick up its ears, when one morning Mr. Luttrell received the following note ; “Dear LuttrellYou and I have been good friends all our lives, and there is no man living for whom I have greater esteem than for yourself. Can not we, then, settle this wretched busi ness without troubling these infernal lawyers? My uncle, Haughton Leigh, had a suit that lasted him twenty years and killed him in the end. Now, listen to me; ray daughter Nellie will have all I’ve got at my death, except Bar field, which goes to Jack’s boy. Why shouldn’t sho marry your boy Tom? Let the property alone for the next ten years ; then Nellie will be eighteen and Tom four-aud-twenty—if they like to marry then, well and good ; if either should decline to carryout the arrange ment. let tho property go to the other. “ This is a rough idea of mv plan, which Jackson, your lawyer, could soon put into shape. What do you say? Yours etc., Carnworth Leigh, Barfield.” To this proposition Mr. Luttrell agred, and Tom found himself an en gaged man at fourteen. Soon after this Mr. Leigh was obliged to leave England for his health ; and for many years he resided on the continent. So it happened that Tom and his future bride had never met. About a month before the time fixed for the decision Tom betook himself to a small inn in the village of Settlebourn, near Stockford, nominally to fish, but in reality to escape from his father’s arguments and to get a little time to himself for quiet reflection, while he solaced his wretched soul with tobacco. One day as he lay smoking by the sil ver Beck something fell from the bank above him and dropped lightly on the water, while a girl’s voice exclaimed : “Oh, my gracious, my hat!” Tom looked aud saw a very neat littlo hat tl rating, boat-like, down the stream. “Bother the young woman,” liegrum b’e 1; “I suppose, now, she’ll expect me to fetch it !” As he rose he looked up the spot from which the voice had proceeded, and saw a girl who o beauty surprised him. Sho stood bareheaded on tho bank, ga/.iug with a look of comic dis may after the fast receding hat, and Tom 1m 1 an opport unity of examining her critically, from the little head, with its crisp, brown hair, disordered by the wind, to the slim ankles which her posi tion revealed as she stood above him. Itunuiug some yards down the bank, he stepped out upon an old willow, which protruded over the stream, and waited in the hope that the current would bring the hat within his reach. He was not disappointed, and in a few minutes more ho was again on terra Jirma with his prize. “ 1 must make friends with this young person,” he thought, as he carefully dried the dripping feather with his handkerchief. The fair stranger had watched his efforts from her elevated post, and smiled sweetly on him as he climbed the bank with his recovered treasure, ttho had evidently been sketching, for her materials were scattered in pictur esque confusion around her. “I hope it’s not much damaged,” said Tom, as he looked rather ruefully at the result of his manipulations. “ I'm afraid the feather’s in a bad way.” “ Oh, it doesn’t matter in the least, thanks. How kind of you to take so much trouble. But for you I must have walked homo bareheaded.” • “ I wouldn’t put it on just yet,” Tom said. “ Let it lie ill the sun a little and dry, while you go on with your work.” “But suppose it starts off again when there’s no one to recover it for me ?” she suggested. “Let me guard it, then, and you can work in peace. You are sketching, I see ; may I look?” “Oh, yes; but it’s a miserable failure, I’m afraid,’ 1 she said, laughing, as she handed it to him for inspection. Tom examined it, and, being a bit of an amateur himself, proceeded to criti cise, to instruct. He found this girl very charmiug : she seemed so delightfully free from id! conventionali ty, without at all resembling nis bete ?ioir, the “ fast girl.” grew quite confidential as the ti proceeded, and were amazed mxeu. on consulting their watches, m e >’ discovered that rt was half-past six! r *' l ,'tmst fly,” Fhe said, “or I shall be late for dinner, and Sir John can’t inland that.” ■ ‘Have you far to go ?” asked Tom, craftily. Two Dollars Per Annum, VOLUME I. “About a mile. I’m staying at New lands. Good-by. No, I can carry them, thanks; I couldn't think of troubling you any more. Good-by,” and-sho was off. Tom went to his room, thinking a great deal about his new friend, wonder ing where the charms lay which, even more than herj beauty, had fascinated him. “Perhaps it’s her dress,” he thought; “she dresses better than any woman I ever saw; and then her boots!” Here lie lit a cigar and fell into a dream about the said boots and about the little white hand which had worked so indus triously and confidingly under the di rection of his big brown paw. All the next day he wandered by the river, but she came not. That evening he was restless and ill-tempered with his host ess and every one who approached him. The day after he was more fortunate. She was sitting in the old spot, and greeted him smilingly. “You’re just in time,” she said. “ Look at my tree ; isn’t it like those bright green cauli flowers you see in the pickle bottles?” Tom sat down aud set to work on the refractory tree, while she watched him. “I say,” said she at last, “isn’t this dreadfully improper?” “ Which ?” asked Tom, workiug away vigorously. “ Why, you and me,” she replied un gramatically. “ We’ve never been in troduced, and 1 don’t in the least know who you are or anything about you. Lady Turnbull would have a fit if she knew it.” “Let me introduce myself,” said Tom, laughing. “My name is Luttrell —Tom Luttrell: or, if you prefer it, Thomas Curson Alvanley Luttrell.” If she had not been sitting behind him Tom must have noticed the flush which spread over her face at this an nouncement. After a pause, she said, slowly : “So you’re Tom Luttrell ?” “Yes,” said he, looking up. “What do you know of me?” “There is a young lady staying at Newlands who is a great friend of mine; she has told me about you.” “ Indeed ! And what’s her name ?” “ Miss Leigh ; Nellie Leigh.” It was Tom’s turn to blush now. “Miss Leigh,” he repeated. “Good heavens ! you don’t mean to say she is in the neighborhood ?” “You don’t seem fond of her,” she said, quietly. Tom painted viciously. “ I liato fast girls,” he said at last. “ How do you know she’s fast ? You never saw her. ” “I’ve heard about her,” Tom said gloomily. “What have .you heard about her ?” demanded his companion sharply. “Why, there was [Ernest Browne; he met her a little while ago. She talked along the whole time to him, and —and swore, I think he said, and wanted to smoke. Then Tiverton told mo she was the best hand ut quoting Artemus Ward he ever heard. Bah ! I hate a girl that quotes Artemus Ward !” and Tom switched viciously at the dandelions with his cane. His companion watched him with a misclievous smile. “I wish you’d be less keerless with that weppin,” she said, “you’ll upset my water, directly, and then you’ll have to go and get some more.” “ Now, don’t you begin it,” Tom pleaded. , “Why not? I like Artemus.” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Well,” his tormentor continued, “ have you any other fault to find with your bride ?” “ She’s not my bride.” “ But she will be.” “ No, I’m bothered if she will!”. Tom broke out, vehemently. “What! will you buy your freedom with Hillingdon and seven thousand a year ?” “Aye, and think it cheap at that price.” “Complimentary to Miss Leigh. Shall I tell her ?” “If you like—but never mind Miss Leigh.” “You’ve not told me your name yet,” said Tom, after a while. “My name?” she repeated; “oh, never mind my name.” “ But Ido mind your name. Won’t you tell me?” “My name’s Nellie, too,” she said, musingly. “Shall I call you Nellie, then?” ho asked. “ Certainly not,” she said coldly, and recommenced painting vigorously. He was getting on too fast. Tom watched her silently. “ Won’t you forgive me ?” he pleaded after a while. “Shall I?” she said, holding her sketch at arm’s length, to observe the effect. “Yes, do,” said Tom, it’s so Chris tian.” “ Then I wil ,” and she gave him her hand with a most adorable smile. Tom felt sadly inclined to kiss it but re frained. “Now,” saidehe, consulting her watch, “ I must be oil.” “ And will you allow me to carry your things ?” asked Tom. But at this moment she was capri cious, as ladies will be sometimes, and positively refused to allow him lo do any such thing. Then arose a struggle for the “things,” which were, however, captured by Tom after a short resist anc \ She turned and walked majestically away as Tom gathered up the imple ments with a grin, and followed her. When he came up to her she was sitting on a stile, looking dreamily on the ground. She raised her eyes as he ap proached. “ Mr. Luttrell,” she said, “ I waut to speak to you seriously.” Tom deposited his burden on the ground, sat himself on a log facing her, and waited solemnly, “ I want to know if you’re quite de termined not to marry Miss Leigh ?” “ I am,” lie replied, looking steadily at tapping his teeth with her H. B. pen-nil. • ‘ Si.- v.i.-n?" Mk JM stick. Jf Mm EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1873. NUMBER 48. If he had been looking at her, he might have seen the smile aud blush of pleasure which lit up her face as he spoke. “You see,” he continued, “it’s my i father’s marriage, not mine ; and a man | likes to choo e his own wife. I dare say there’s no real harm in the young ! person. If she’s your friend, it speaks ! well for her, but still—” “ But still what ? You’ve never seen her ; how can you tell you won’t like her?” Tom became m re than ever absorbed in his excavations. “ The truth is,” he blurted out be tween the digs; “ the truth is that lately, quite lately, I think I’ve seen the only girl I shall ever care to ask to bo my wife,” and he looked suddenly up at her. She rose confused, began to consult her watch earnestly. “ I must go, really. Please give me my things. This is the park boundary, so I won’t trouble you any more. ” She sprang over the stile as she spoke, interposing it between them as they sad adieu. “ IN hen shall I ssee you again?” he asked, as he held her hand at parting. She allowed it to linger in his as she answered—- “Oil, soon, I dare say ; perhaps when you least expect it. Aud gently re turning the pressure of his hand, she turned away. After a few steps she looked back. “Auy message to Miss Leigh?” she asked, mockingly. “Oh, confound Miss Leigh I” growled Tom. “ I wish she was in Otaheiie.” Then, seating himself on the stile, he lit a cigar and watched her graceful figure till he could see it no longer. Suddenly he smote his thigh—“By Jove ! I never got her name after all,” he said. Immediately on arriving at his inn he commenced a cross-examination of his hostess, by which he learned two facts. Firstly, that Newlands was the property of Sir John Turnbull; and; secondly, that there were two young ladies stay ing there, Miss Leigh and Miss Harding. Next day saw iiim speeding in a hansom from Paddington to his father’s house in Brook street, intent on de stroying that worthy old gentleman’s peace of mind by the announcement oi liis determination to give up Miss Leigh and Hillingdon. “ Is my lather in, Simms?” he asked of the butler, when that functionary appeared to attend his young master. “ No, sir ; Mr. Luttrell went out with Mr. Leigh j ust after lunch. ” “ Mr. Leigh? Is he here ?” “Yes, sir; Mr. and Miss Leigh ar rived this morning from the country.” “The deuce!” said Tom; “they haunt me wherever I go,” and he re tired precipitately to liia own den. “ Bring mo something to eat here, Simms; and don’t let Miss Leigh know that I am in the house. ” By the time he had finished his lunch his mind was made up. Selecting a hugely crested sheet of stiff note-paper, so as to give the document an official character, he sat down, squared his elbows, and commenced to write. The following epistle was the result of his efforts : My Dear Miss Leioh— For tlie first time I address you, personally, though you doubtless must have been for some time aware of the link which in some way connects us. The time has now arrived when our decision must be made iu regard to our future—whether we shall go through life together or separate at once forever. I will not conceal from you, my dear Miss Leigh, that for some years I have looked on you as my destined bride, and have considered myself fortunate in the prospect of an alliance with one of whose beauty and goodness I have heard so much. It is but quite recently tliat I have discovered that my heart is no longer mine to dispose of, and I now feel that to urge you to fulfill our engage ment would be to insure a life of misery for both of us Let us, then, separate without a personal interview, which would only cause un necessary embarrassment. As to Hillingdon, I resign it to you willingly, feeling sure that you would make a better mistress than I should a master. Trusting, then, some day to meet you as the bride of someone more worthy to possess yon thau myself, I am, my dear Miss Leigh, your sincere frieud, Thomas Curzon Luttrell. “ That’ll do, I think. I hope it won’t smell of tobacco, Simms,” as that wor thy answered the bell ; “ take this to Miss Leigh, with my compliments.” Simms was too well trained to show surprise at anything; he bowed and went. In ten minutes he returned. “Miss Leigh's compliments, sir, and would you speak to her in the drawing room ?” “Oh, hang her!” said Tom; but there was no escape. The drawing room was darkened to exclude the after noon sun, but Tom discovered a w r hite figure at the far end, w 7 hich rose and bowed as he advanced. “I am delighted, Miss Leigh,” he be gan, “to have the pleasure—Halloo! Miss Harding ? You here?” “ Miss who ?” said the laughing voice of his Settlebourne friend, “I am not Miss Harding.” “Then who in the name of goodness are you ?” he demanded eagerly. She looked down demurely. “I’m that horrid Miss Leigh, as you called me the other day.” Tom sat down and stared at her; presently he broke into a great laugh. “O it’s all very well to laugh,” she said in an injured tone. Iu a moment more he was kneeling by her chair, looking up into her eyes. “Miss Leigh—Nellie—” “ I told you not to call meNellie, yes terday,” she said tartly. “Yes, but yesterday isn’t to-day; we’re engaged now.” Engaged, sir? What, after this ?” “ O hang the letter! You know I love you to distraction. You are your own rival in my love, and you will mar ry me, dear, won’t you ? ” “ Certainly not. You said I was fast aud slangy, and that Hillingdon would be a cheap price to pay to be rid of me. And then this letter ! Let go my hand —how dare you, sir ! Be quiet, Mr. Luttrell ! Tom, don’t.” But Tom was not to be denied. After this spirited resistance Miss Leigh sur rendered ignominiously. as her head In God Ji 'e Trust. Gossip About Russia and the Rus sians. Banks have been regularly chertered here now for about ten years, and pay, all of them, 8, 9 and 10 per cent, divi deeds. These stocks are all worth from 120 to 160. I haven’t yft learned how many there are in operation, but there has as yet been no failure among them. The government exercises a strict watch over them, and a defalcation would be simply “ the army for his life or the Si berian mines,!’ and criminals don’t es cape here. Capital punishment does not exist except for attempts on the life of the imperial family. There are few or no permanent prisons. I ask, why ? The answer is: “They are expensive, aud the government always wants a larger army, and our mines in Siberia are not half worked for the wiLnt of la bor.” It certainly is a very simple the ory—anybody can “see it.” When a man is condemned to Siberia his wife can have a divorce if she wants it, or can go with him at government expense. They are sometimes pardoned, however, and allowed to return, but I think their estates are always confiscated. I guess the managers of a failed bank would* hardly escape. The whole lot would be “ wanted ” by the government. You see, I am writing at a sort of random, giving you ideas as thev turn up ; not as a regular report. This government is of its kind perfection and clock-work itself. The emperor is a man of brains, force and progress, and I think has u real love for his people. They certainly appear verry fond of him, all classes. He appoints the council, senate, and courts, and these make and execute the laws. His displeasure is not a pleasant thing to incur. The people may be no more honest than ours, but exposure is too risky. Bo the shells are never filled with sand nor do the troops run. r J he most powerful man here after the empe ror is “ TrippfF,” chief of police—a man of wonderful executive ability—always at a fire, a row, or a parade. He is al ways just behind the emperor when out, andsays who may come and who may go, and who shall be tried, too, I think, and perhaps wlio may be convicted. He just runs this city, and does it to per fection. He is accountable to nobody but the emperor. If a mistress of some body makes too much splurge, a hint from him is sufficient; if it is not, she disappears—is escorted to the frontier, quite likely. I send to him to get Amer icans out of scrapes, or out of the coun try, or to do anything else. All I know is that it is done. His dispatch to the frontier lets anybody in or out or stops them for examination. He is said to be a very just man, as he certainly is a very active one. In regard to one other point not connected with the leather business —I get letters from our New England manulacturers that bogus goods, with counterfeit stamps on them, are sold here. These goods are made in Germa ny, and this cuts off our Collins axes, Fairbanks scales, the sewing machines, and others. Our manufacturers say we have a treaty which protects trade-marks, and ask me as a business man to pro tect their goods. I find, upon examin ation, that our treaty does forbid the people of each country to counterfeit trade-marks, but says nothing about vending or using the goods sold under the counterfeit marks. So the dealers here buy axes in Belgium, England, or Germany, and put an exact duplicate of the Collins stamp on them in transit, say at Hamburg, and I am powerless to prevent it. lam going to try to get this thing straightened out when I get fairly at work and well acquainted.— Letter from Minister Jewell. Ashantee Superstitions. The great tradition of the Ashantees refers to the creation, and is called by travelers the Legend of the Calabash and the Book. It is of extreme antiqui ty, and implies a very early conviction of the intellectual infiriority of the black to the white races. They say that iu the beginning of the world God created three white and three black men, with an equal number of women to each color. He then resolved, according to the best missionary version of the le gend, in order that they might be left without complaint, to allow them to fix their own destiny by giving them the choice of good and evil. A large box or calabash was, in consequence, placed upon the ground, together with a sealed paper or letter. The black men had the first choice, and took the calabash, expecting that it contained all that was desirable ; but, upon open ing it, they found only a piece of gold, some iron, and several other metals, of which they did not know the use. The white men opened the paper or letter, and it told them everything. All this is supposed to have happened in Africa, in which country, it is believed, God left the blacks, with the choice which their avarice had prompted them to make, under the care of inferior or sub ordinate deities; but conducted the whites to the water-side, where He com municated with them every night, and taught them to build a small vessel, which carried them to another country, whence after a long period they returned ed with various kinds of merchandise to barter with the blacks, whose per verse choice of gold, in preference to the knowledge of letters, had doomed them to inferiority. Lost Affinities. Says a writer in the Boston Tran script : “In the matter of matrimony, if in no other matter, Providence evi dently intends we shall take care of ourselves. Jf a predestined mate is in tended for each lover, why not have the happy pair born with corresponding birthmarks on each, so that Ferdinand would have nothing to do but to level his eye-glass calmly at his adorers until he discovered, under the hair or behind the ear, iLM^unc“3xy —14,” or what- Jf§ '•* even forepH ’ - jjj mk p , • Mn HHI A Strapping Joke. A French musician has been creating considerable social and public disturb ance by his inveterate disposition to play practical jokes. His chief object in life seems to be to worry custom house officials. Arriving at a place on the frontier, provided with a quantity of luggage, he would pretend to con ceal a huge trunk and a smaller one from the eyes of the officials, only the more to excite their curiosity. At last the larger trunk would be opened. It would be found to contain thousands of second-hand trouser straps—an appen dix of trousers now perfectly obsolete— which had evidently been packed by hydraulic pressure, for the most frantic efforts on the part of the employes could not put them back again into the trunk. In the mean time hundreds of passengers storm at the detention, while the practical joker calmly looks on at the bother he is causing. But the second and smaller trunk has now to be examined, and the custom-house people hope there to find him in default. They ask for the keys. The practical joker draws bunches of ponderous keys from every one of his pockets ; none will fit, until, at last, their patience exhausted, the custom-house officer threatens to burst the trunk open. Then the possessor of the trunk calmly asks the angry officers if he is married. “ What business is that of yours?” is the surly reply. “Only this: that be fore you •. pen that trunk I would advise you to go home, shake hands with you wife, kiss your little children, write your will, and call at an undertaker’s as you come back. There are rattle snakes in that trunk. I never travel without them,” Of course the man leaves the trunk instantly, and a mes senger has to be sent to the head direc tor, who is shrewd enough to be aware that he has to deal with some practical joker. Presently the official returns and asks pompously, “How many snakes have you, sir?” “Only six,” is the reply—“look for yourself.” “Oh! only six. The head of the department say’s six snakes can pass, but that seven would have to pay duty. I am also directed to state to you that if you do not leave this office—trouser straps, snakes and all—in five minutes, you will be forcibly ejected.” “And who is to repack my precious straps, a collection unequaled in the history of the world ? The law entitles me to all my goods. You took them out; put them back again. The best period of my life is being devoted to finding pairs for these straps.” The Completion of the Hoosac Tunnel. The great Hoosac tunnel, after twenty years of labor and the expenditure of twelve millions of money, is at last completed, at least sufficiently to let daylight pierce through the mountain. It was, undoubtedly, a source of relief and special thanksgiving to the people of Massachusetts when It was announced that the last section of stone had been blown out. While it has been a triumph of enterprise and skill, its history is nevertheless marked by many acts of corruption and ignorance, and the ef forts of its friends to obtain legislation developed the most corrupt lobby the state has ever know. The spade was first struck on the mountain in 1852. Although the hole is pierced through the mountain, much yet remains to be done before it can be put into complete order for trains. The tunnel is 4f miles in length, the section of road to which it belongs being 45 miles in length, ex tending from Greenfield, on the Con necticut river, to the northeast corner of the state. The total cost of the road and tunnel to the state is estima ted at $12,380,000, which will be in creased several hundred thousand dol lars by miscellaneous expenses before it is ready for trains. The direct connec tions with the tunnel, east and west, make up a continuous line of road from Boston to Troy on the Hudson, and this opens a second line of oommunication from Massachusetts to the west, the other being the Boston and Alabama route. The Cup That Cheers. “There is grief in store for teetotalers, ” says the Tribune; “ the tremulous fore finger of the drunkard shall be pointed at them derisively. For many years they have had him at a disadvantage. In tracts and books and lectures they taunted him with tne adulteration of his favorite tipple. Was it London stout? They told him of the‘swipes’ collected in drippings from bar-room sales, fortified with catechu, and bottled for exportation. Was it ale? They told him of the percentage of strych nine that had been devloped by chemical examination out of the brewings of some unscrupulous malster. But now the irrepressible man of science has turned his lens upon the teetotal bever age. Nevermore shall the peaceful sew ing society discuss in security their cups and their neighbors’ affairs. Never again shall the hackneyed line of the bard of Olney be quoted over the hiss ing urn with any faith in its contents. The tea of China is a fraud of the most desperate character. A sanitary com mittee has sat upon the leaf in London, and found anew wrinkle in it. The evidence is absolutely appalling. There are in the warehouses of London not less than ten million pounds of tea so shockingly adulterated as to be utterly ‘unfit for human food.’ Think of it, drink of it, then, if you can. A billion of cups that can never cheer. An ocean of bitterness that can never be sweet - ened.” Proposed Tunned Between Scotland and Ireland. —For many years there have been projects, more or less, before the public for uniting Scotland and Ire land by means of a tunnel; anc. the scheme has recently been again put for ward, this time, however, with some of its being car i! f■ 1, ti 11et! 1 Payable in Advance. Pork and Potatoes. “ Landlord,” said a transient guest at a cross-roads tavern, as he drew near the end of his dinner, “ won’t you give me a little more pork to eat with this potato ?” A moment later he said : “ There was more pork than I wanted ; let me trouble you for a little more po tato to eat with the pork.” And shortly afterward : “ Well, I declare, I’ve got some more potato left, and it seems a pity to leave it—just a small piece more of pork, if you please.” It ran on so for some time. At length the landlord stopped short in front of his guest and remarked : “ Look here, stranger, ’taint no use. I’m willing to do anything in reason to make that pork and potato come out even, but I’ve made up my mind, the way you eat, it can’t be did. You’re bound to lop over on one or the other every time. Now jest make up your mind which you’d rutlier leave, and leave it and quit. I’ve got enough pork and potatoes, but if you keep on you’ll bust.” The United States congress has just such a guest as that sitting in the lobby session after session, and sending up his plate for subsidies and land grants, and railroad charters, and other such dain ties, with which the treasury board has been so temptingly furnished for a doz en years past. All they want to do is to make the railroads and the subsidies come out even, so that nothing will be wasted. They are helped to a subsidy and go ahead to build a road. They use up the subsidy and exhaust all their re sources, and there’s the road hanging between two towns or half across a desert, or in some unprofitable or ridic ulous position like the hero of a “to be continued ” romance in a weekly “story paper.” Wouldn’t the wisdom of the cross roads landlord who shut down on his girest rise almost to statesmanship if congress should take it up and apply it ? All parties are on record against the continuance of this business. The people have had enough and too much of it. The fate predicted by the landlord for his pork-and-potato-eater has come already upon these railroads. They have “ bust.” It is a good time for congress to say : “ Thus far, no farther. ” Why not say it, even though the lobby goes hungry?— JV. Y. Tribune. Lite in a Monitor. Life in a monitor is not the most de lightful, and all officers dread to be or dered to one. Nevertheless, our mon itors have generally made all trips safe ly upon which they have been ordered, and have stood the shock of battle, as well as that of storm, very well. Officers who have served and sailed on them say they are very comfortable; but this statement is taken with many grains of salt by otlioro, mlm that those who thus report are some thing in the situation of the fox who lost his tail. The general impression is (and any one who examines them will see enough to justify the opinion) that on a monitor there is not room enough to swing a cat; that they are very damp, when not flooded ; that they are illy ventilated when at sea; that there is no light except artificial, and that there are other discomforts. lam told that when any one has made a voyage on a monitor (which is generally under water when moving, except in the smoothest sea), he comes up with a complexion of the most ghastly palor, which he does not easily get rid of. All concur, how ever, that a monitor is less disturbed by the motion of the sea than any other vessel, and the waves which strike against the sides of an ordinary ship pass completely over her. Although the dread of service in a monitor is so strong and wide-spread throughout the navy, yet it is held a point of honor as well as' duty to accept the situation when ordered to it. The captain’s cab in od the Manhattan is a very small and irregularly- shaped cuddy, with the scan tiest accommodations of every kind. The other officers are even less well ac commodated, and the crew, when there is any, stow themselves away in all sorts of odd nooks of the most contracted character. Where Nickel Comes .From. Many people arei not away that the nickel from which our smaller coins are made comes from a single mine, which is the only one in the country that is being worked. This mine is situated in Lancaster county, Pa. It has been worked for seventeen years, and devel oped to a depth of over two hundred feet. The length of this lode is be tween two and three thousand feet, and it produces from two hundred to six hundred tons per month, employing in the working of the mine a force of one hundred and seventy-five men. In the arts nickel is rapidly coming into favor as a substitute for silver in plating iron and other metals. Its commercial de mand is rapidly increasing, and, as it is much cheaper than silver, it will un doubtedly be adopted in the manufac ture of many articles as a substitute for that more precious metal. One mine, the Mine-la-Motte tract, Missouri, was worked from lhoO to 1855. The ore was the sulphuret, associated with lead and copper. About SIOO,OOO was real ized from the croppings of the vein. Croppings of nickel ore are found also in Madison, Iron, and Wayne counties, Mo. The refined metal is worth three dollars per pound. Hard Times is New York. —The dullness of all departments of trade shows how intimately society is linked together. That the stock market and real estate should be down is natural. But the grocers, the butchers, the coal dealers and the bakers say their busi ness is reduced one-half. The oyster men tell the same story; so do the bar bers, the apothecaries and the presidents of our city railroads. The same is true of our ferrv boats. How all these in tasfr ‘Om u a panic, when EASTMAN TIMES. RATES OF ADVERTISING: SPACE. 1m.|3m.16 m. |l3 m. Onesquare $4 00 $ 7 00 SIOOO $ 15 00 Two squares 625 12 00 18 00 25 00 Four squares 975 19 00 28 00 80 00 One-fourth col 11 60 22 50] 84 00 46 00 One-half col 20 00 32 50| 55 00 80 00 One column 35 00 60 00' 80 00 130 00 Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.50 per square for the first insertion, and 75 cents for each subsequent one. Ten lines or less oonstitute a square. Professional cards, $15.00 ner annum; for six months, SIO.OO, in advance. GLEANINGS AND GOSSIP. —A bungling New Yoik doctor killed a child, the other day, by dropping a piece of nitrate of silver down his throat. —The Green Bay and Minnesota railway, which is now 210 miles long and has cost $5,000,000, is completed to Winona, Wis. —One of the London comic papers is cruel enough to say : “The ex-prince imperial is raising a mustache. His friends use a field glass.” —Wililam T. Tams of London spends his time hunting for centenarians. He has just heard of a lady who was born in 1753, but she died thirty years ago. —The Ohio state constitutional con vention, having sat at Columbus, sixty four days, last summer, will sit at Cin cinnati, this winter, till its work is done. —A New Madrid county (Mo.) jury recently awarded William Nelson $15,- 000 for the loss of his leg while coup ling cars on the St. Louis and Iron mountain railroad. —Really, Mrs. Clem, the Indiana la ly, thinks she never will hear the last of that little murder she committed, sev eral years ago. She is now about to have her fourth trial. —Three Japanese noblemen have started a bank in London. They are said to speak a good article of English and know how to put money where it will do them the most good. —At her birthday ball, recently, a Moscow beauty requested the band to play a short favorite air, and then went to the balcony and shot herself dead, because her betrothed had got very drunk and was cutting up badly. —The wife of Andy McNeil, a colored man living near Memphis, Tenn,, re cently left his church and went to an other one, and, as he couldn’t convert her from the error of her ways by any other method, he just cut her in pieces. —The Muscatine county (la.) gran gers have formed a company—capital stock, sso,ooo—to engage in manufac turing and traffic generally, and have already opened a slaughter establish ment. Their example will soon be fol lowed in many other lowa counties. —James F. Joy, the Michigan rail road king, has got a big railroad bridge across the Detroit river, in his brain. The capital represented by the railroads centering at Detroit amounts to $1,000,- 000, he says, and the Detroit river now without a bridge is simply a nuisance. —The Louisville (Ky.) board of trade, which was born five months ago, to the sound of the lute and the ring of champagne glasses, now regrets its inability to see how the SIO,OOO expen ses of the next year is going to be met nn‘fV fKo of prAQpnt in ti r> free onvjp, —Messrs Hatchette, of Paris, have published a magnificent edition of the Gospels, translated in fragments by Bossuet for use in his ministry, and left scattered through his writings, and com piled by M. Wallon. But the publish ers lose 300,000 francs, though they have sold the entire impression. —The shaft that the Saratoga monu mental association propose tit raise on the spot where Burgoyne surrendeed, in 1777, will be 80 feet square at the base and 10 feet at the summit, and 230 feet high, and will cost $300,000. Con gress is invited to head the subscription list with an appropriation of $200,000. —Somebody stole $2500 from a safe in the Exchange bank at Big Rapids, Mich., last Sunday night, and in the morning a hole was found under the building and one broken in the floor. But it was also found that the hole was not large enough to receive a man; also that two men slept in a room adjoining the bank, that night, that the cashier took out SISOO on the evening before the robbery, and that the president had business in the bank on Sunday and left the safe door open. These circum stances, when viewed together, have a queer look. —Apropos of the visit of the little Iturbide of Mexico to this country, Orrin L. Ray of Pierson, Mich., relates that at the battle of Huamantla on the 9th of October, 1847, young Iturbide’s father performed wonders, plunging into hand-to-hand encounters with com mon soldiers. Finally, he was cornered by six or seven men, but continued to fight, they meanwhile trying to take him alive, and he did not surrender till his sword was broken in pieces and he was covered by half a dozen pistols, and then exclaimed : The son of Iturbide has a wife and children, or he would die here.” Which may be considered a specimen brick of Anglo-Spanish gas conade. —A wooden ship is more exposed to fire than an iron one ; but, on the other hand, a wooden hull would not be ripped from a quarter to half her length by a colliding bow. We cannot disguise the conviction that, had the Ville de Havre been built of wood —provided always that her compartments were properly closed —she would be atop of the ocean, to-day. The Loch Earn was also an iron structure, but her injury was in the bow, where she was stronger than elsewhere ; and then, too, she may have been made of better materials than the Ville de Havre. The Fiench court can hardily fail to clear up some of the mystery, and shed light to a certain ex tent on the comparative merits of wood en and iron hulls. The Ocean Cables. —The time of grace having expired, the government of Newfoundland has announced that it will foreclose the mortgage which, by the terms of charters extended to the ocean cable companies, it holds up on the properties and business of the cables when their charters expire. The matter has been made a political ques tion in the province, and the cable stockholders have used every effort to regranting their