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EASTMAN TIMES. A. Real I jive Country Paper. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING —BY— XI. S. BURT ON. TERMS OF BCBSCRIPTIOJI t One copy, one year $ 2.00 One copy, six months 1.00 Ten copies, in clubs, one year, each 1.50 Single copies Gets THAMES VALLEY SONNETS. BY I>ANTE O. KOSSF.TTX. WINTER. How larpo that thrnsh looks On the bare thorn-tree! A *warm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden lu the leaves and lei none kuow Save by toe outburst of their minstrelsy. A white flake hero and the re -a snow-lily Of last night’s fro 4—our naked flower-beds hold ; Aud tor ftTose-11 >wer on the darkening mould The hungry roadhreaat gleams. No bloom, no bee. Tb" current shudders to its ice-bound sedge ; Nipped in their bath, the stark reeds one by one Flash each its clinging diamond in the sun, 'Neath winds which for this winter’s sovereign nledge Shall curb great king-masts to the ocean’s edge And leave memorial forest-kings o’erthrown. SPRING. Soft-littered is the new-year’s lambing-fold. And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o’night now, wakeful-eyed At the ewes’ travailing call through the dark cold. The young rooks cheep 'mid the thick caw o' the old; And near unpeopled stream-sides, on the ground, liyjier spring-cry the moor-hen’s nest is found, Wi etc the (drained flood-lands flaunt their mari gold, Chill are the gusts to which the pastures cower, And chill the current where the young reeds staud Ah green and close as the young wheat on land ; Yet here the cuckoo and the cuckoo-flower Plight to the heart sx>ring’s perfect imminent hour, Whose breath shall sooth you like your dear one’s hand. THE PRACTICAL JOKE. “ It will bo jolly good fun,” said Tom Hurd, laughing vociferously, “jolly good fun. It’s capital to play a joke on a green fellow like that, he takes it in so.” Tom Hurd was the practical ioker of the school. Practical jokes were his joy, and now he had concocted one that was to cap the climax and make him a shining light among the fun-loving boys. Pale, little Jack Kedburn, whose mother was a clergyman’s widow, who loved her only child with an. absorbing tender ness, which he returned in a way few of the great boys could understand, was to be the victim. Harry Pratt was going to New York, where the mother lived, and Tom Hurd had instructed him to send a telegram to Jack, to the care of Professor Law ton, bearing these terrible word : “ Your mother is dead. Come home.” Yes, and Tom had given Harry the money for this telegram and had written it out foi him. “It will kill two birds with one stone,” said Tom. “Fancy Jack and the professor going off together in the gig, and finding the old woman alive and jolly ! We’ll have a half-holiday, too, aud that’s worth while, and nobody eau catch us as I have managed it. It’s jolly fun ! And to see how they’ll come back after it! Old Lawton furious and little Jack full of the story—ha, ha ! It Will ho fuu r “Hut it will scare him so,” said one small boy. “ You hold your tongue,” said Tom. “ What’s the fuu of the joke if it didn’t ?” And so Harry pockoted the telegram and bidding good-bye to his friends, departed. It was noon, next day. The boys were playing in the school yard. Little Jack sat perched upon the gate looking out along the road. He was talking to his chum, Will Sparrow. “Six weeks to vacation,” ho said, “and then I shall have six more with mamma. I shall go out with her to see things, and in the evening she will take me in her lap as if I were a baby. I love to be mamma’s baby still. It is nice—nothing is so nice as that, though the boys laugh at me for it. Well, what can that be driving so fast? If it should bo mamma come to see me !” He jumped down from the gate post and ran out into the road ; but the vehicle that approached held only one young man. It was the telegraph mes senger ; they all knew him. He asked for Professor Lawton, and stood wait ing for his coming with a grave counte nance. When he came he whispered something in his ear, before he handed him a large yellow envelope. “It’s our telegram,” whispered Tom.- “Now for fun.” Professor Lawton took the message with a countenance full of trouble. He walked into his study, and in a minute more Mrs. Lawton came out into the garden, and approaching little Jack took him by the hand and led him into the house. “We’ll see the gig brought out soon,” said Tom. “It’s working finely.” The jokers grouped about the porch. One or two looked very much soared, hut Tom was in high feather. They listened, but heard no sound for a long time. Then there arose a faint, long drawn moan. A woman’s scream fol lowed it. Then came silence. Tom stopped laughing. One of the boys oegan to cry. All felt a strange terror come over them. hi a moment more the study door hurst, open and Mis. Lawton appeared. “One of you boys—Tom Hurd, you,” sue oried, “you are the largest—run hr Dr. Blair.. Don’t let him lose a moment. Run.” ’ hat has happened ?” asked Tom. “ Don’t stop to ask questions. Go,” cried Mrs. Lawton. And Tom, without his hat, started a- It was a long run to the doctor’s, <um he was breathless when he reached ae door, ne could not talk to the '■oei or as he drove back in his gig ; he could only say something dreadful must jane happened. And when the doctor turned into the professor’s study he aited outside, trembling and trying in to hear what was going on. iur * Purkor, the assistant, came .ound the house after awhile, and said b® no school that after ,, • n ' that the boys must make no j Poetical jokers had no wish to npt '.. r) ' .They sat silently on the porch, aurli k Btud y door reopened W ‘e i, oc^or came out, with the pro feor following him. B l o ._, t lB a terrible thing,” he said, deu' 7\ ’ fcerr d ) le. I have known snd ten *! !i° cks J lO P r °duce death very of <Wr was affected. Ah, 8 * r > ’ cried a dozen boys’ onc ?’ ** w °n’t you tell us what Ridim^’*' e ! e^ram w,s from poor Jack “Hm , U fi 10me >” said the professor, cateVl <Jt 18 dead. He was a deli- a i- ’ and the doctor says—” yefWl V^•” Ba id the doctor. “Yes, poor f e ii ! at once, didn’t he Two Dollars Per Annum, VOLUME IL “ Dead !” cried the boys. “Dead!” cried Tom Hurd. “Ob, doctor 1 doctor! no, no, no! Save him ! save him. ! It’s a joke—a wicked joke. His mother is alive. I sent the telegram. Tell him that; it will bring him to. Tell him ! tell him !” “ Dead people can’t be brought to,” cried the doctor. “ Are you sneaking the truth ?” “ Oh, yes,” cried Tom, groveling in the dust. “ Oh, yes. Oh, God forgive me! Will Ibe hung? O try to save him, doctor I” “ Thomas Hurd,” cried the professor, “ stand up; don’t grovel there. Do you mean all this ? Did you really send a lying message to a widow’s only son to tell him she was dead?” “ Yes, sir,” said Tom. “ Oh, lam so sorry. I wish I was dead. Can’t some thing be done ? He may not be quite gone. Oh, pray, pray, try.” “ Why did you do such a thing as this ?” asked the doctor. “ Only for fun,” answered Tom. “Do you think it fun now?” asked the doctor. “ I’m a murderer !” said Tom. “ Oh, hang me ! hang me !” “ Do you think the law would allow us to do it, doctor?” asked the profes sor. “ I should like very much to risk it.” “ Please do,” said Tom, seriously. He dropped on the steps as he spoke, and, lying on his face, began to moan : “I’ve killed him! I’ve killed him! I’ve killed him !” in a way that was terrible to hear. The professor looked at the doctor. He slipped back and opened the doer, and out ran a little slender figure, that knelt down by Tom, aud whispered ; “ Don’t go on so, Tom ; I’m alive.” Tom lifted up his head, and saw little Jack Redburn, and gave a scream, and caught him in his arms, crying : “ Oh, he’s alive ! he’s alive ! lie’s alive !” over and over again. “ Yes, he’s alive,” said the professor ; “ and, Tom, your telegram was never sent at all. I caught Harry Pratt at liis trick and dragged a confession from him ; and I arranged that a message about nothing should be sent through the telegraph, in order that you might see it arrive. The doctor was in the plot, and if any one has been the victim of a joke, it is you.” “ But, young man,” said the doctor, “if it had been sent, that message of yours, it might have ended in a very tragic way. ft is evident you don’t know how strong a boy’s love for his mother may be, or you would not have fancied it a jbke to use it as a means of torture ; and you do not know how dan gerous such a shock might be to any EE ,jr *° * uttu “It was very cruel,” said Jack ; “ but I guess you didn’t think, or you wouldn’t have done it.” Tom had risen, wiping bis eyes. “ I am so thankful, that I don’t care what happens to me,” he said. “ I de serve what I’ve got, and I certainly shall never play a practical joke on any one again as long as I live!” And Tom kept his word. Zouaves. In my account of the review held by Marshal MacMahon last month I re marked on the absence of the Zouaves. I was m t then aware that there were no longer any in France. Since the war they have returned to their original du ties, which were those of colonial troops. The empire inported them into France as it did the Turcos—those Se poys of Algeria. When these corps were introduced into the imperial guard it became necessary to have re serves to keep up their strength, and so line regiments of Zouaves were brought into French garrisons to serve as a nur sery for the Zouaves of the guard. The late war did a good deal to dissipate the exaggerated prestige of those semi oriental troops. As for the Turcos, af ter Forbach and Woerth they were re duced to a handful. Their European drill and discipline made them formi dable to the Arabs, and their desperate valor and ferocity rendered them ugly opponents even to regular soldiers. But their value was greatly diminished by the introduction of long-range rifles. Excellent skirmishers, their cat-like agility and speed and ferocious onset also made them terrible in a bayonet attack w’hen, regardless of death, they charged home to break a line or square. But when such charges are to be made upon troops carrying rifles that kill at a thousand yards, and fire six times in a minute, the chief utility of the ha’lf savage Turcos was gone. It was un likely that either he or the Zouaves v.ill again be seen figuring in a European war. —Paris Letter. The Real Chinaman. Bret Harte, in describing a Chinaman in a sketch in Scribner’s, says : “ I want the average reader to discharge from his mind any idea of a Chinaman that he may have gathered from the pantomime. He did not wear beautifully scalloped drawers fringed with little bells—l never met a Chinaman who did ; he did not habitually carry his forefinger extended before him at right angles with liis body, nor did I ever hear him utter the mysterious sentence, ‘Ching a ring a ring chaw.’ nor dance under any provo cation. He was, on the whole, a rather grave, decorous, handsome gentleman. His complexion, which extended all over his head, except where his long pig-tail grew, was like a very nice piece of glazed brown paper muslin. His eyes were bl ck and bright and his eye lids set at an angle of forty-five degrees; his nose straight and delicately formed ; his mouth small aud his teeth white aud clean. He wore a dark blue silk blouse, and in the streets, on cold days, a short jacket of astrakhan fur. He wore also a pair of drawers of blue brocade gath ered tightly over his calves and ankles, offering a general sort of suggestion that he had forgotten his trousers that morn ing, but that, so gentlemanly were his manners, his friends had forborne to mention the fact to him. His manner was urbane, al though quite serious. He spoke French and Euglish fluently. In brief, I doubt if you could have found the equal of this pagan shopkeeper among the Christian traders of San Francisco.” A Franch scientist claims to have discovered an insect which makes its home in the middle of cigars. EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1574. NOTES ON ENGLAND. Racy American Critique on English Manners'. Kate Field writes in her “ Republi can notes on Eagland” in the St. Louis Republican : “ Now it is perfectly true that many Americans are exceed ingly careless in their speech. They do talk through their noses; but it is also true that this dreadul habit is an English inheritance and not a matter of climate. The native American’s voice is guttural. It was our pilgrim fathers who brought over the wnine known in England as ‘Suffolk sing ing,’ which to-day, though banished from London salons, may be heard in the counties of Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex, and Cambridge. If our ancestors who named Massachusetts counties after their old homes had good ears for mu sic they would have left their noses be hind them, and their descendants would not now be twanging through life to the disgust of England’s aristocracy. Now nasality liss so permeated the atmos phere of New England that its people do not realize the affront they put upon their own vocal organs. Yet in spite of hereditary taint, the most musical Eug lish in the world is spoken by cultivated Bostonians. This fact upsets the theory of climate; so too does the other fact that New England produces a similarly rich contralto singing voice of which that consummate artist Adelaide Phil lips, her sister Matilda Phillips, who is now winning laurels in Italy, Annie Louise Cary, and Antoinette Sterling are ever notable examples. The Puri tans are not alono to blame for the de fects in our speech. The negro has been our bane in more than one res pect, and southerners drawl and flatten their vowels because their sable nurses did so before them. Nevertheless, the cultured southern planter will often speak English without the slightest ac cent. Puritan and negro have spread over the continent their vocal peculiar ities, and until parents appreciate that most excellent thing in man or woman, a sonorous voice, and rear their children carefully, Americans will suffer under the imputation of being the worst toned people. I was first startled by the absence of what can only be expressed by the French word complaisance. American politeness is more nearly modelled upon French than English manner. The aim of an American in decent society is to give as little offence as possible, to say pleasant things even at the expense of unvarnished truth, and to place himself, as well as those with whom he converses, in the most agreeable light. The typi cal Englishman indulges in no such sen timentality. There is much more of the brute about inm. lie makes no effort to please, but if you please him he will bask in that pleasure as a lizard basks in sunshine, and once your friend can be relied upon. He delights in chaff. American society had rather tell a pleas ant lie than an unpleasant truth. In England the natural and universal im pulse— with exceptions, be it under stood—is to say whatever comes upper most, especially if it be something dis agreeable. Yet the expression is so unconscious as to leave no poison in the sting. The greatest grievance English society nurses against us is what it calls Americanisms. That forty millions of people should dare to invent words fills John Bull with unspeakable horror. Our audacity in thus defiling the well of English is only equalled by our vul garity of tone, all Americans, according to John Bull, speaking with a nasal twang. “Yes, all Americans, you ex cepted,” exclaimed a very clever and big hearted Englishman one evening while entertaining me at his own table, “ all Americans have a dreadful twang. They all talk through their noses.” This gentleman had a very decided nasal tone. “ Perfectly true,” chimed in one after another, all good-naturedly, but all in earnest. One generation can undo the evil of 250 years. As for knowing anything about us, apart from our always being rich and always talking through our noses, of course the majority of the English upper classes do not; and when it comes to geography! “Know any thing of American geography ! of course we don’t,” exclaimed a brilliant mem ber of the commons. “ Why is it not recorded that in the last war between England and America our government sent out water lor our fleets iu the great lakes, in complete ignorance of the fact that the water of these lakes is fresh ? Apart from the few English men who havo traveled in your country, I assure you that our knowledge is con fined to a faint perception of the exist ence of New York and Boston. But then we are not too well studied in any geography. I’ll wager that before the war with Russia few Englishman knew where the Crimea was. Is not this a safe wager, Lady Blank ? ” “ I am sure it is,” lepiied our hostess; “ even now 7don’t know where it is.” “ Not long friuce I called cn the Duke of Argyle, the secretary ior India,” said a distinguised Indian to me. “ The duke bears himself with gracious dig nity and received me most courteously. There was a map of India hanging up in the room to which the duke turned, and, pointing lo a large desert, asked me what sea it was! This, from the Indian secretary, struck me as amaz ing.” I should think so. But though the English know not one state from another, though I have been asked whether there were not many Indians in the vicinity of Boston, though an in telligent traveler like Edmund Dicey declares that we have no singing birds, that all Americans have long necks and no Americans have curly hair, there is one citr on this continent with which every Englishman is familiar, and that is Chicago. The great fire advertised Chicago on the banks of the Ganges, and gave it a European prestige that no other American city can rival, unless it succeeds in being totally destroyed by some devouring element. Rev. Dr. Cuvier writes: Say what we may of the'rapid growth of our American towns, the monster strides of the British metropolis always over whelm me. London now contains 3,- 600,000 people ! It almost equals Paris, New York and Brooklyn combined into one. You can drive fifteen miles on one of its diameters. When, in my col lege-b y days, I once went out to pay my respects to Joanna Baillie, the emi- dn God yf'e Yrust. nent authoress, who lived near Hamp stead Hill, I walked clear out of town and over open fields. lam now stay ing at the hospitable house of our friend, the Rev. Newman Hall, who resides on the same Hampstead’ Hill in the midst of compactly-built streets! Actors and Auditors. A singular phase of the theatrical ex istence is the passionate fondness evinced by members of that calling for attending entertainments themselves. Apostles of most oiher professions and trades gladly sink the shop when they are fairly out of it. The lawyer off duty does not lrequent the courts. The ed itor is not continually hanging around other offices when not confined in his own. Doctors do not rest themselves by visiting the patients of other doctors. But the actor or actress, of high or low degree, when not directly busied on the glaring side of the footlights, is sure to be found in the auditorium. The most persistent theatre-goers in the world are theatrical people. Mrs. Chanfrau reached Chicago one afternoon last week. She had traveled straight through from New York, and, after a twenty-four hours’ rest, was to push on to San Francisco. But she was one of McYicker’s audience that night, and sat the play through. Her business manager passed all of the same evening at the Aoademy. Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Adams arrived in that city three or four days before that gentleman’s engage ment was to begin. They attended the theatres every night and matinee, and were among the most eager and atten tive of the spectators. It is so always, everywhere. The wife of a theatrical manager may be seen in the audience night after night, month in and month out. A shoemaker’s wife does not follow her liege to his shop every day. Clergymen’s wives are not regular companions of their husbands on pastoral calls—it might be prudent if they were. The actor of a regular company, when not cast for duty, can invariably be seen in the front of the house or that of a rival establishment. And the puzzle of it all is, they grow as excited, often, over the fortunes of the players as the greenest of the auditors. They guffaw with the comedian, scowl with the villain, and rub away a sheep ish tear or two at the woes of the dis tracted maiden. One would think that the work on the stage would seem the dreariest of routine to them, but it does not, else are they better actors when looking at a play than when per forming in it. Notable performers never lose an op portunity of witnessing their great co temporaries. Booth is a frequent vis itor to the theatre when Fechter and AGams play. Mrs. Bowers chases after Unarlotte Cushman every chance she can get. Salvini was an earnest student of Booth’s lago in Baltimore, and ap plauded unstintedly. Indeed, the most lavish, as well as the most dis criminating of applause comes from professional actors and actresses in the audience. The numbskulls who are always rattling their brogans and per cussing their paws inopportunely, are never members of the dramatic or oper atic calling. You do not hear actors haw haw when Joe Jefferson, in plaintive broken English, wonders if “ dere is anybody alive round here ? ” Clara Louise Kellogg waits until her sister song-bird Jhas finished her aria before breaking in with applause. This love of attending places of amusement, on the part of amusement people, is one of the best proofs of the permanent attractiveness of the stage. They never tire of a seat in the audi ence, fully as they understand the un reality of all that is enacting on the boards. How, then, can the casual theatre-frequenters ever weary of the entertainments which, to them, have so much of veritabilitv ? Critics may af fect blase , and wonder at the verdancy which can eternally accept the crude sham as real. But what are they going to do with the life-long disciples of the calling, who make as enthusiastic spec tators as the rawest bumpkin in the audience ? An Old Maid Badly Foiled. A Plicenixville maid, quite old, be coming anxious about her matrimonial chances, recently concocted a plan to deceive a young fellow as to her age. This was the way she tried it : The old family Bible contained a fearful re cor l of all births, marriages, and deaths. This volume the maiden took to her chamber, and selecting the birth page, she managed by dint of scratch ing and writing to change the date of her birth to a period eleven years later than what it had legitimately been re corded. Then the Bible was placed on the sitting-room table in a conspicuous manner. That evening came along the lover. He soon began to finger with the Bible pages, and finally reached the birth record, where and when he discov ered to his surprise, that his Angelina was just one year younger than he. He thought it strange, as she appeared older. He kept his mouth shut and continued to fumble over the pages. Next he began reading the death list, and made the very astonishing discov ery that the radiant maiden, according to the Bible, had actually been born ten years after the decease of her father. The young man quietly arose and bid Angelina good-by, and now swears that “ eternal vigilance is indeed the price of liberty.”— Exchange. Suicide in European Armies. From a body of’statistics showing the comparative prevalence of suicide in the different European armies, it appears that the crime is three times more com mon among the military of England than among civilians. In the Belgian army, the ratio of suicides is one fourth greater than in the British army; in the Prussian army it is almost twice greater; in the French army, one-third larger ; and in the Austro-Hungarian army it is more than twice greater. The excess of suicide in the Prussian army is as cribed to the extremely large number of conscripts in proportion to the popula tion, and to the severity of the duties imposed ; while that of the Austi o- Hungarian army is explained partly by ethnological causes. Slaves, having the oriental indifference to life, with the western impatience of grievances, are more disposed to suicide than Indo- European races. TROTTING TIME. Uoldsmitli Maid’s Recent Unpreceden ted Achievements. The extraordinary trotting reoord made by Goldsmith Maid at Mystio Park, Boston, on the second inst., is worthy of more than passing notice, for it marks an era memorable in the history of the American trotting turf. Thirty years ago, “two-forty on the plank road” was supposed to denote a trot ting horse of more than ordinary speed, and when, in 1849, Lady Suffolk trotted a mile heat under saddle on the Cam bridge oourse, Boston, in 2:26, against Mao and Gray Eagle, the acme of speed was then supposed to have been reached. Seven years later, Flora Tem ple, in the hands of the great American horseman, Hiram Woodruff, reduced the record to 2:244, made in a race against Tacon on the Union course, Sept. 4, 1856, the latter going under saddle and Flora in harness. For years this record remained unequaled, but Flora Temple herself subsequently re duced it to 2:23|, 2:22, and 2:19f, the latter time being mado at Kalama zoo, on Oct. 15, 1859. Dexter, Robert Bonner’s famous horse, was the first to beat this record, which he did in his memorable match against time, when his then owner, George Alley, backed him to beat 2:19 under saddle, with three trials, at the odds of $5,000 to SIO,OOO. The contest took place on Oct. 10, 1865, Dexter winning in 2:18 1-5, in the hands of John Murphy, who rode him. In 1865, at Buffalo, Dexter, trotting against his time of 2:18 1-5, under the saddle, placed 2:18 on the record, and two years later, over the same course, on August 14, 1867, in harness, made his fastest and most memorable record of 2:17|-. Immedi ately after the great performance he passed into Mr. Bonner’s possession, who withdrew him from the turf. At the time of his retirement Dexter was only nine years old, had not attained the full development of his wonderful speed, and if retained in regular train ing would undoubtedly have reduced the trotting record far below anything that has yet been seen. On his abdica tion Goldsmith Maid assumed the va cant throne, and has clearly shown her undoubted right to the position, for on the Cold Spring course, Milwaukee, on Sept. 6,1871, lour years after Dexter’s record had been made, she trotted a second heat in 2:17, or a quarter of a second faster than the renowned son of Hambletonian. She was thon fourteen ye: rs old, and it is a striking proof of the fact that trotting horses do not at tain the full development of their speed and powers of endurance that she has since continued to trot faster every year. On June 27, 1872, Goldsmith Maid made the record of 2:lGf, driven by W. H. Doble, (the father of Budd Doble, the trainer of the mare) at Mys tic Park, Boston, in a second heat. Un til the California horse Occident, at Sacramento, on Sept. 17, 1873, repeated the great feat, this remained unequaled. This year, however, this famous mare has surpassed herself, for at Buffalo, on Aug. 7, in trotting against her own best time, in a second heat she placed on the record ; five days later, on Aug. 12, at Rochester, she trotted a second heat against Judge Fullerton and Amer ican Girl in 2-14|; and on Wednesday, Sept. 2, at Mystic Park, Boston, for a special purse of $2,500. offered for her to beat her own record of 2:14,| she trotted a second trial of one mile in 2:14, amid the cheers of the assembled thousands. How low she is destined to reduce the trotting record it is unsafe to predict, for she accomplishes her con secutive triumphs so easily as to lead to the conviction that she has a power of speed still in reserve, to be exhibited whenever occasion requires.— New York Tribune. PREPAID POSTAGE. The Papers that Burden the Mails to be Stamped in Bulk. During the last days of the last ses sion of congress was passed a law au thorizing the prepayment of postage on newspapers and other publications, particularly periodicals, upon some simple system to be devised by the post-office department. In order to ex pedite matters, the yostmaster-general was speedily directed to prepare some plan. The work was placed in the hands of Third-Assistant Postmaster- General Barbour, with full authority, subject only to the revision of tie post master-general. Gen. Barbour at once set to work and puzzled himself for some time before he devised a plan, which he has now partially arranged. While the system is completed, ail the details are not yet finished. New stamps have yet to be devised. The system he has devised is simple. It provides for the preparation of receipt books by the department for each pub lisher of a newspaper or periodical. The form of receipt at the postoffice will be something as follows : (Name of newspaper.) No.— Date. v >- ew York, No, — Received—dollars and Amount — c ts. postage on—lbs newspaper publica ’ stamps. : tions at 2 cents per lb. Postmaster. The receipt-book will be retained at the postoffice, where the papers will be weighed. The stubs of the receipt book will serve as memoranda to the postoffice of the sums paid, from which returns to the general department will be made. The stamping of papers in bulk will not require more than four stamps of different denominations to make up the amount of postage paid by the publishers on any package, whatever that amount may be. Even on a ton of newspaper matter, on which the postage will be S4O, only the four stamps will be required to make up the amount of postage paid. This stamp system has been devised, as the act of congress requires the use of adhesive stamps. The stamps will be affixed to the stub of the receipts by the post office clerk and then cancelled. Thus the publishers will be saved the trouble of buying and affixing stamps. After the law goes into effect he will simply take his receipts and hold them as evidence that the postage was paid, Gen. Barbour expects to save by this system of payment thousands of dollars to the treasury department every year, besides saving the department and pub lishers much labor. He has exhibited | Payable in Advance, NUMBER 34. the plan to Postmaster-General Jewell, who approves it in every respect. When the details are completed a circular will be issued by the department ex plaining the system, copies of which will be forwarded to the newspaper and publishing houses and to the 4,000 post masters throughout the states, and on the Ist of Jnnury next the change will be made —New York World. Corn Raw and Cooked. The time will soon come when farmers will want to begin to fatten stock for the fall and winter market. The object will be to turn a part of the crops of the sea son at least in this w ay. The question that comes up for consideration is, How shall this be done to the greatest profit? Take, lor instance, some facts that have been given, setting forth experiments that have been made to show that the question is not only shall we turn our corn into pork, but how shall the corn be fed to the greatest advantage? Shall it be fed whole, or ground, or cooked? Experiments have been made when ev erything has been equalized to show the comparative value of com fed raw and cooked, whole and ground ; and in one case the result was that five bushels of whole corn made forty-seven and three-fourths pounds of pork; five bush els ground (less toll), wet with water, made fifty-eight and one-half pounds ; and the same amount of meal boiled and fed cold made eighty-three and one half pounds. In the * first case the amount of the corn fed equaled the value of the pork when it was fattened, and in the last the pork equaled the amount of corn fed and gave a profit of one dollar a bushel in addition. Any one can see that the profit here came from the boiling of the meal; and that if, feeding the whole raw, grain would give a profit as it usually does, this would be greatly increased by cooking. In another experiment ten bushels of corh on the cob fed on the ground made twenty-niDe and one-half pounds of pork. The same amount shelled and coarsely ground and cooked made sixty-four pounds. These facts are given officially and can be relied on, and the results here stated should be considered and remem bered, and their instruction applied. Another experiment was tried under dif ferent circumstances from those men tioned above, but a like result was se cured. The raw corn fed whole gave a return of SI.OB per bushel, the cooked meal that of $1.65 per bushel. The results, like the above, of experi ments might be given to almost any ox tent, but enough has been said to show the direction in which profit lies for the farmer if he will take it. The machinery for cooking for stock is simple, and the work of doing it is light. A little preparation in advance made at oild spells will make it convenient to cook the daily rations for stock as it is needed. We have done this ourselves with no particular hindrance to our other work, and have been abundantly satisfied with results. If one would feed his grain to the greatest profit, no doubt it should be done in this way. —Ohio Farmer. A Resort for Pilgrims. A correspondent of the Cleveland Herald writes : “ Kerbella is a great resort for pilgrims from Persia and In dia. These Mahometans are all of the Sheeak sect, who revere the memory of Ali almost as much as the prophet him self. In this place are two very sacred shrines of Abbas and of Etaessein, nephews or grandsons of Mahomet, who are buried here and worshiped as saints. Thousands of the devout come here to die as the Hindoos resort to Benares, their sacred city, to drown themselves in the Ganges. The two mosques containing the ashes of these saints are very beautiful. I could only see the ouside, as no ‘ dog of an unbe liever’ is ever permitted to enter the sacred precincts. The mosque of Abbas has an immense dome, and one of its minarets entirely covered with plates of burnished gold. The dome and mina rets of the other mosque are beautifully ornamented with glazed tiles of various colors, arranged in arabesque designs, and passages from the Koran. No mosque in Cairo, Damascus, or Con stantinople will compare with these in richness of exterior decoration, From the number of devotees buried at Ker bella the soil is full of human bones. Pilgrims carry away as relics small pieces of the ‘clay of the saints,’ upon which they rest their foreheads in say ing their prayers.” Marrying for a Bishopric. . The manner in which Dr. Sumner, late Bishop of Winchester, proved his fitness for the Episcopate reminds one of American civil service requirements. After graduating at Cambridge, he was made tutor to the y< ung Marquis of Conyngliam. While traveling in Swit zerland, the pupil fell in love with a beautiful Swiss lady who had neither money nor rank. The watchful tutor informed his pupil’s parents of the perils to which he was exposed. They promised the tutor that if he would marry the dangerous siren himself they would not forget it. Dr. Sumner saw bis opportunity, and Miss Mannoir speedily became Mrs. Sumner. Lord Convngham kept his word. Dr. Sum ner was introduced to the Prince Re gent, received an appointment in his househ 1 ■>, was subsequently made bishop of Llandaff and afterwards of Winchester. If the lovely Swiss was not allowed to wear a coronet she had the grood fortune to share and income of 865,000 a year and the homage paid to an ecclesisastical ‘lord. From this story it. may be inferred that promotion in the English church sometimes goes by favor. —A gentleman of Lake George, after waving his handkerchief for half an hour or more at an unknown ladv, whom he discovered at a distant point on the shore, was encouraged by a warm response to his signals to ap proach his charmer. Imagine bis feel ings, when on drawing Dearer be saw that it was his own dear wife whom he had left at the hotel but a short time before. “ Why, how remarkable we should have recognized each other at such a distance?” exclaimed both in. the same breath ; and then they changed | the subjeot. EASTMAN TlMj* RATES OF ADVERTISING: bpagk, 1 id. S in. ®m. IS m. 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Greatness is like a laced coat from Monmouth street, which fortune lends us for a day to wear; to-morrow puts it on another’s back. —Fir Mine/. —The wicked flea. “It ain’t so much the biting, if only the plaguey thing wouldn’t keep getting up and sitting down all the time.” Exactly. —Of a miserly man who died of soft ening of the brain, a local paper said: “ His head gave way, but liis hand never did. His brain softened, but his heart couldn’t.” —“ See,” said a sorrqwing wife, “ how peaceful the cat and dog are.” “ Yes,” said the petulant husband, “but just tie them together and then see how the fur will fly.” —“Can you do the landlord in the ‘Lady of Lyons?’” said a manager to a seedly actor. “I should think I might,” was the answer, “I have done a great many landlords.” —Boys will be boys. At Alton, 111., a preacher asked all Suunay-sehool scholars to stand up who intend© I to visit the wicked, soul-destroying cir cus. All but a lame girl, stood up. —An enterprising reporter in Arkan sas, who was lately sentenced to the state prison for horse stealing, applied to his employers to be continued on the journal as penitentiary correspondent. —The Detroit Free Press man has just returned from Saratoga. He says; “ The Saratoga belles merely taste food at the table, but fee the waiters to bring a square meal up the back stairs.” —A “ three-card monte” expert is re ported to have offered the directors of the Union Pacific railroad a bonus of SIQ,OOO per annum for the exclusive right to play his little gamo in their sleeping cars. —Little Johnnie is dead, but beforo his spirit was wafted to the angels ho requested that a watermelon vine might be allowed to wander at will over his green grave, that it might be a warning to future generations. —“ Pa, who is ‘ Many Voters ? ” asked a young hopeful of his sire. “Don’t know him, Imv son ; why ?” “ Cos I saw you signin’ his name to that letter you got the other night askin’ you to run for alderman.” “ Sh-h-h, my son, here’s a nickel; go and get some candy.” —A Miss Raikstraw, of St. Oswald s Grove, Manchester, has recovered £IOO breach of promised, mages from Joseph C. Nottingham, a Portsmouth engineer. This is the sort of thing Joseph used to send lier during liis five years’ court ship : “ I ask not if the world unfold A fairer form than thine, Tresses more rich in glowing gold, And oyos of a sweeter shine. It is enough for me to know Thou, too, art fair to sight ; That thou hast locks of golden glow, And eyes of playful light.” —lt now requires $l2O to buy a sty • lish French night-dress, such as an aristocratic lady goes to bed in, and the man who is mean enough to toss down seventy-five dollars and tell his wife to make that do can never secure a seoond wife. —A Kentucky crusader confessed the other day that she had kissed sixteen men, and thus drawn them from the in toxicating bowl. She gave the names of the men, however, and their wives are now inquiring with much anxiety whether whisky drinking is as bad as it is generally supposed to be. —The pounding of the stomach for the cure of dyspepsia was the cause of a good joke the other day. Two men were describing what they had done to cure themselves. “Do you knead your stomach?” “I—l—couldn’t get along without it!” responded the other, in the last stage of astonishment. —ln one of the Cape towns a young scholar, the first day of school, was asked her name by the teacher, and re plied. Her father’s name was the next question, and she did not know his first name. The teacher then asked her, “What does your mother call him?” “You Jackass,” said the child. —A miss, upon whose flaxen eitrls the suns of fourteen summers had shed their fervor, came home the other after noon, weeping as if her heart would break, and meeting a playmate, ex claimed, in a paroxysm of grief, “O, Dora, we were engaged to be married, and Charley’s got the measles ! ” —A lady sitting in her parlor, and en gaged in the dreamy contemplation of the moustache of the young gentleman who was to escort her and her sister to a musical festival, was suddenly awak ened by an ominous whisper in a juven ile voice at the door, “ You’ve got Ann’s teeth, and she wants ’em.” —A Detroit young woman tried to be aristocratic, and did not look at the money that she gave to a horse-car con ductor, but he meekly gave her back the lozenge on which was written, * 111 never cease to love thee,” and said that he was an orphan with five little broth ers to support, and must be excused. —Argue not with a man whom you know to be of an obstinate temper, for when he is once contradicted his mind is barred against all light and informa tion ; argument, though ever so well grounded, provokes him, and makes him even afraid to be convicted of the truth. —The cash sales of the grange co-op erative store at Los Angeles, Cal., amounted to over SIO,OOO the first month. They act as middlemen for all farmers, both buying and selling. A new paper mill is to be started, the cap ital to be furnished by the Grangers, and the water power donated by the city. —A story is told of a New 5 ork re porter who, fearful that he might not get the address which was to be deliv ered at the funeral of a prominent cit izen, knelt beside the preacher while he was praying, abstracted the manuscript from the latter’s rear pocket, and forth with carried it off. The clergyman, thinking his paper had been lost, deliv ered himself extemporaneously, but the next morning discovered his error, his written address being printed in full incite newspaper.