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THE CADI’S STRATAGEM.
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i.
A pious widow’s cotiajo ebABo <1 to siand
Hard by the Calif’s palace ; slid be sought
liisowji use to buy per hit lau.t;.
Bit all in vain*-toe land VonM* ndt b.V t/oupttt'l
11.
<•1! waf my husband's horao, - ’ the woman said :
“ Who, dying, left it to his loving wife ;
Here will I dwell, in honor of the dead ;
Nor part with it until I part with life ! ”
in. '
The haughty OUt’a anger knew iky bound.
That thus she rtatite withstood trim te hfs face •
liy force lie razed ber cottage to the ground, ’
And built a grand pavilion in its place.
IV.
Straight to the Cadi then the woman goes,
And asks for justice at his Honor’s hand •
“ L -ave me awhile,” the Cadi said, and rose ; ’
“ Allah ia great, and hears your just demand ! ”
v.
Then, with an empty sack he took his way
l o tiie pavilion ; where he chanced to meet
The alif at the do,op. .“.Great Sire, I pray
A little ef the earth beneath your feet.
V!. ,
“ Enough to fill,” the Cadi said, “ this sack.”
” Tis granted,” said the Calif, laughing loud.
“ Now pleae to pot the load npon my back,
Most jioteut Prince,” and reverently bowed.
VII.
“Nay.” said the’Calif, “ I should surely fail
Should I essay to lift, a load so great;
For such a task my strength would not avail;
A porter would be crushed beneath the weight!”
‘ i ill. „ / / * {
“ l’rince of Believers,” said the Cadi, then ;
“ If this be even so, how wilt thou fare
In the great day of tinal judgment, when
The weight of ail this land thou hast to bear ? ”
IX.
. lie Calif, stricken with remorse, exclaimed,
‘t Allah is Allah I Be his name adored!
1 r wit and wisdom thou art justly famed ;
This day shall see the widow’s land restored.
x.
“ And for the wrong I did the woman’s land,
In tearing down her house, 1 thus atone;
This fine pavilion in its place shall stand ;
fur with the soil the building is her own,”
THE SEVEN SLEEPERS.
For more than a thousand years the
legend of the Seven Sleepers has been
told in piout song and Story. Who were
those Seven Sleepers? Is it only a
monkish legend, an invention of the
“dark ages ?” or is the story true? or
has it at least au historical basis ?
It, was iu the year of our Lord 250
that Deems, the most inhuman of all
th< iloiri'ui emperors, iu his persecution
of the Christian-', in making a tour
through his provinces, arrived at Ephe
sus iu Asia Minor. Christianity had
already obtained a foothold there, al
though the great majority of the people
still adhered to the heathen religion.
Upon his arrival, the emperor ordered
a sacrificial festival to be held in honor
of Jupiter, Apollo and Diana. Iu this
festival, every one was commanded to
take part uder the penalty of incurring
the imperial displeasure in case of re
fusal. Among the Christians of the
city were seven youths, dcscendents of
noble families. Their names were Max
lmiuiau, Dionysius, Joannes, Serapio
nud Constantine. These determined to
die rather than obey the mandato. As
soon as Docius heard of their determin
ation, he commanded them to be brought
1> fore him. “Go,” said he, “ and pro
cure iuconse that you may offer to the
Ugliest powers.” “The highest power,”
they replied, “ has his throne in the
heavens, and is the living and Almighty
God, who hath created heaven aud
earth. Him we worship, Father, Son,
and Holy Spirit, and we can never again
how down to dumb idols that are noth
ing.” I ua I
vVith terrible glance the emperor
measures the youthful confessors. Then
suddenly changing his manner, ho en
deavors to win them by liis promises
and his arguments. For he knew well
that martyrdom would pour oil on the
flames he was trying to quench. Failing
to obtain his object by threats and by
promises, he tells them that he will
graciously accord them time to consider
their resolution until lie should again
return to Ephesus, and informs them of
the terrible consequences if they should
still continue their stubborn resistance.
With a calm courage the young men
departed from the presence of the em
peror. By the citizens of Ephesus they
were proscribed; by many, however,
secretly admired. Determined not to
reuounco their faith, they, however, de
cided to avoid the monster as much as
possible. With this object, they betook
themselves to a range of mountains in
the neighborhood of Ephesus. There
they discovered a cave, the entrance of
’ v hich was concealed by thick foliage.
In this cave they hid themselves, and
one ot their number, Malchus, the one
u'ast known in the city, was appointed
to supply them with food.
Ine day of the emperor’s return ar
, rivet l* One of his first questions was
?°m Ceni * n ff “the stubborn youths.”
‘ 1 hey have escaped,” was the reply.
Uit their concealment had been dis
covered. Spies had followed them, and
purchased the emperor’s favor by re
vealing the place of concealment.
Uecius, knowing well that he could not
UO P° to change the purpose of the
'outU, gave command to close the
mouth oi the cave by >< wall, and thus
inclose them in a living tomb. No
sooner said than done.
1 here was one man, however, who,
e.ough still a heathen, had heard the
Rospeland was not far from the kingdom
0 Lod. Desiring that future genera
‘!ons might know whose bones rested
\ ro took a roll of parchment and
r iing on it the names of the youths,
l' 1( ‘ au nccouut of their courageous
’’Tiring, inclosed it iu an iron oasket,
an <>, unobserved by the workmen, slip
hinto the cave aud then ouietly
Withdrew.
Many a scoffing “good night” was
l yed after them by the brutal pop -
that evening in the street of Ephe
t ’’ Many a tender “good night” din
1 Christians scud after them in their
payers. And he who preserved David
i 1 ? the cave of Adullam, and rescued
ainel U m tiie den of lions, heard
t 'ir prayer. The light of day had for
x [r U hided away. But they remember,
I to giveth his beloved sleep.” They
>oh mselves down and slept. Soft is
cir slumber and no danger is nigh,
as though holy angels had en
1_ m h 6 ‘ ! found about them. We will
IV them to their sleep and write over
the dark rock the words of
pvi i : “ now excellent is thv loving
ness, O God ! therefore the ch 1-
shn'i ° E 2® n P ut their trust under the
shadow of thy wings.”
tinr . We P aBS! Bon Rwift wings. Genera-
f iS? Mke phantom spirits.
it lo? years later we are again in
fir teltiitt flutes*
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iii).icsus. But how changed is the
scene . Decius, the tyrant, is molder
ii.g in the grave. The world is com
pletely changed. A wealthy land own
er desires to make some improvements
P**., J 8 estate. In searching for suitable
mu ding material, he finds an old wall
with Urge square stones. The blocks
are easily removed aud the mouth of a
cave is revealed. It is the cave of the
Seven Sleepers, whose history has long
since passed into oblivion. The rays of
light entering for the first time after so
many years awakened the youths. They
thanked God that deliverance nad come
so soon. For they supposed but a sin
gle night had passed since they were
immured.
Malchus was again sent to the city
for bread. But the way seemed very
stra,nge to him. And what was his as
tonishment to find over the very gates
of the city a glittering cross. In the
city itself he can scarcely trust his
senses. The images of the gods were
removed. In the place of the heathen
temple he notices buildings with proud
domes and glittering crosses. Aud in
the forum he hears the witnesses swear
by the omnipotent God, yes, even by
the name of Christ, instead of Diana
and Apollo. He thinks it is a dream.
Accosting a man on the street, he asks
him the name of the city. “ The name
of the city is Ephesus,” was the reply.
“ Can it be that this is Ephesus, where
but a few days ago we were proscribed
bv the imperial edict,” was the thought
of Malchus. But mindful of his errand
he enters a baker’s shop and offers in
payment for the bread a silver coin.
The baker took the coin and carefully
examined it. “ This is a very ancient
coin.” said he; “ why, it bears the im
age of Decius. Where did you obtain
it?” “Where is Decius?” was the
reply of Malchus,, “ Has he left the
city, and if so, when? ” The baker and
the crowd that had meantime gathered,
looked at Malchus and seemed to re
gard him as one who had lost his rea
son. One of them demauded to know
where he had discovered the hidden
treasure. Finally Malchus"~was taken
before the bishop of the city.
The bishop was a reverend aud dig
nified man. In a kind manner he asked
Malchus who ho was and whence he
came. Malchus replied that he was
one of the seven youths who had re
cently been immured in the grotto at
the command of the Emperor Decius,
but that the Lord their God had again
given them light and freedom. “The
Emperor Decius? It is nearly 200
years since Decisus sat upon the throne.
Many emperors have reigned since then.
Theodosius now reigns by the grace of
God. Heathendom has long since
fallen. Tne cross is every who .* victo
rious. But tell me, where are your six
com panions ? Show us the cave.”
Thus spoke the bishop. And Mal
chus led him to the cave, followed by
an immense concourse of Christians. In
the cave they found the iron casket
with the parchment roll, containing a
full account of their history. For two
centuries the youths had slept, and
now they awoke to see a regenerated
world.
The bishop hastened to send an ac
count of the matter to Theodosius at
Constantinople. The emperor himself
hastened to Ephesus to behold the
wonder. But the youths, obedient to
au iuner voioe, in the same hour that
Malchus returned, had again laid down
and the Lord took their souls to heaven.
Chinese Students.
Two Chinese students were admitted
Tuesday to the Yale college scientific
department. They passed the examin
ation most credibly, and gave promise
of-superior scholarship. There are now
sf*ty Chinese students supported by
their government in Connecticut and
Massachusetts. Thirty came two years
ago, thirty arrived a year since, and
thirty more are expected in about a
fortnight. So far their deportment has
been excellent and their progress quite
remarkable. The students are placed
at first in families, two in a place, where
their first aim is the mastery of our lan
guage. They are all under strict super
vision, and spend each from two to
four weeks a year at the “headquar
ters” of the Chinese educational com
mission in Hartfor , where they are
carefully examined as to their habits
and progress. Scattered income twen
ty or thirty different towns, these boys
have everywhere been favorites. The
kindness with which they have been
treated hes been gratifying to the com
mission here and to the Chinese govern
ment at home. —Boston Traveler.
Cost of the German-Franco War.
The war of 1870 cost France £371,-
000,000, to which £173,000,000 may be
added as the value of the ceded terri
tory. Of course the cost to the North
German Confederation was much less,
as their troops operated in the enemy’s
country and the commissariat was much
better managed than with the French.
The cost to Germany has been officially
stated as £47,000,000, but when peace
was concluded the treasury was empty,
and had it not been for the French in
demnity anew loan’ would have been
necessary. The £6,000,000 of the Ger
man war chest and the £58,000,000 of
the war loan must, therefore, have been
exhausted. Compared with other mod
ern wars, the cost of the Franco-German
war, on the whole, was moderate, inas
much as private compensation is in
cluded—seven millions on the German
and twenty four millions on the French
side.
—lt’s funny, says Grace Greenwood,
to see how few women who go to Colo
rado know how to dress for such rough
expeditions. She lias seen more than
one dainty dame set forth for the can
ons clad in silk, with lace and dia
monds. She noticed the other day, iu
a party starting for Pike’s Peak, a pret
ty young girl, most coquefctishly attired,
and carrying in her soft-gloved hand
the last new novel. Suoh flimsy pre
parations and slight provisions for as
cending that awful trail and daring the
winds and tempests of the dreary sum
mit makes one sed.
—A Kansas paper wants to know who
Noah’s father and mother were, and
why it was that they haven’t received
any high honors. There’s always sun
thin’—always sunthin’.
EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER ’29, 1871.
“ONE SHELL LEFT.”
A Confederate Sloiy, with Us Close at
Cold Harbor.
At a recent political gathering in Tus
cumbia, Ala., Gen. Cullen A. Battle re
lated the following touching story iu the
course of his speech :
DuriDg the wiater of 1863-4 it was my
fortune to be president of one of the
courts-martial of the army of northern
Virginia. One bleak December morn
ing, while the snow covered the ground
and the winds howled around Mir camp,
I left my bivouac fire to attend the ses
sion of the court. Winding for miles
along uncertain paths, I at length ar
rived at the court-ground at Round Oak
church. Day day it had been our
duty to try the gallant soldiers of that
army, charged with violations of mili
tary law; but never had I on any pre
vious occasion been greeted by such
anxious spectators as on that morning
awaited the opening of the court. Case
after ease was disposed of, and at length
the case of “ The Confederate states vs.
Edward Cooper,” was called—charge,
desertion. A low murmur rose sponta
neously from the battle-scarred specta
tors, as a young artillery man rose from
the prisoner’s bench, and, in response to
the question, “Guilty or not guilty ?”
answered, “Not guilty.”
The judge advocate was proceeding to
open the prosecution, when the court,
observing that the prisoner was unat
tended by counsel, interposed and in
quired of the accused, “Who is your
counsel?” He replied “I have no
counsel.” Supposing that it was his
purpose to represent himself before the
court, the judge advocate was instructed
to proceed. Every charge was sus
tained. The prisoner was then told to
introduce his witnesses. He replied,
“ I have no witnesses.” Astonishea at
the calmness with which he seemed to
bo submitting to what he regarded as
inevitable fate, I said to him, “Have
you no defense ? Is it possib'e that you
abandoned your comrades and deserted
your colors in the presence of the
enemy without any reason?” He re
plied, “ There was a reason ; but it will
not avail me before a military court.”
I said : “ Perhaps you ate mistaken;
you are charged with the highest crime
known to military law, and it is your
duty to make known the causes that in
fluenced your actions.” For the first
time his manly form trembled, and his
blue eyes swam in tears. Approaching
the president of the court he presented
a letter, saying as he did so, “ There,
general, is what did it.” I opeaed the
letter, and in a moment my eyes filled
with tears. It wad passed from one to
another of the court until all had seen
it, and those stern warriors who had
passed with Stonewall Jackson through
a hundred battles wept like little chil
dren. Soon as I sufficiently recovered
my self possession, I read the letter as
the defense of the prisoner. It was in
these words :
My Dear Edward—l have always been
proud of you, and since your connection with
tho Confederate army I have been prouder of
you than ever before. I would not have you
do anything wrong for the world; but before
God, Edward, unless you come home we must
die! Last night I was aroused by little Ed
die’s crying. I called and said : “ What's the
matter, Eddie ?” and he said: “ Oh, mamma,
I’m so hungry!” And Lucy, Edward, your
darling Lucy, she never complains, but she is
growing thinner and thinner every day. And
before God, Edward, unless you come home
we must die. YOUR MARY.
Turning to the prisoner, I asked :
“What did you do when you received
this letter?” He replied : “ I made ap
plication for a furlough, and it was re
jected ; again I made application, and
it was rejected ; a third time I made ap
plication, and it was rejected, and that
night, as I wandered backward and for
ward in the camp, thinking of my home,
with the mild eyes of Lucy looking up
to me, and the burning words of Mary
sinking into my brain, I was no longer
the Confederate soldier, but I was the
father of Lucy and the husband of
Mary, and I would have passed those
lines if every gun in the battery had
fired upon me. I went to my home.
Mary ran ont to meet me, her angel
arms embraced me, and she whispered,
‘Oh ! Edward, lam so happy! lam so
glad you got your furlough!’ She must
have felt me shudder, for she turned
pale as death, and, catching her breath
at every word, she said, ‘ Have you
come without your fmlough? O ! Ed
ward, Edward, go back ! go back ! Let
me and my children go down together to
the grave, but O', for heaven’s sake, save
the honor of our name !’ And here I
am, gentlemen, not brought here by
military power, but in obedience to the
command of Mary, to abide the sen
tence of your court.”
Every officer of that court-martial
felt the force of the prisoner’s words.
Before them stood, in beatific vision,
the eloquent pleader for a husband’s
and a father’s wrongs; but they had
been trained by their great leader
Robert E. Lee, to tread the path of
duty, though the lightning’s flash
scorched the ground beneath their feet,
and each in his turn pronounced the
verdict—guilty. Fortunately for hu
manity, fortunately for the Confedera
cy, the proceedings of the court were
reviewed by the commanding general,
and upon the record was written;
Headquarters, A? F. V.
The finding of the court is approved. The
prisoner is pardoned and will report to his
company. R. E. LEE, General.
During the second battle of Cold
Harbor, wher shot and shell were fall
ing “ like torrents from the mountain
cloud,” my attention was directed to the
fact that one of our batteries was being
silenced by the cjncentrated fire of the
enemy. When I reached the battery
every gnn bufcoDe had been dismantled,
and by it stood a solitary Confederate
soldier, with tho blood streaming from
his side. As he recognized me he ele
vated his voice abovß the roar of battle
and said, “ General, I have one shell
left. Tell me, I save i the honor
of Mary and Lucy ?” I raised my hat.
Once more a Confederate shell went
crashing through the ranks of the ene
my, and the hero sank by his gun to
rise no more.
—A Detroit gentleman who purchased
a box of peaches at the Central market,
the other day, looked around for a boy
who would carry them home, and pres
ently lie found a ragged lad seated on a
bench eating the last remnant of a pear.
The man asked him if he wouldn’t like
to earn ten cents by carrying the box to
In God We Trust.
such a number and street, and the boy
promptly replied that he wouldn’t.
“Why ? ’ queried the man. “ Why ?”
echoed the boy, “because dad died
the other dav and now I’m head of the
family, and bow’d I look luggin’ peaches
around !”
A Splendid Description.
On a certain occasion one Paul Den
ton, a Methodist preacher in Texas, ad
vertised a barbecue, with better liquor
than is usually furnished. When the
people assembled, a desperado in the
crowd cried out: “ Mr. Paul Denton,
you reverence has lied. You promised
not only a good barbecue, but better
liquor. Where’s tho liquor ?”
“ There !” answered the missionary,
in tones of thunder, and pointing his
long, bony finger at the matchlessdouble
spring, gushing up in two long columns
with a sound like a shout of joy from
.the bosom of the earth. “There !’ he
repeated, with a look terrible as light
ning, while his enemy actually trembled
at his feet; “ there is the liquor which
God the eternal brews for all his chil
dren. Not in the simmering still, over
smoky fires choked with poisonous gas
es, and surrounded with the stench of
sickening odors and corruption, doth
your Father in heaven prepare the pre
cious essence of life—ptire cold water.
But in the glade and grassy dell, where
the deer wanders and the child loves to
play, there God brews it; and down,
away down in the deepest valleys, where
the fountain murmurs and the rills
sing ; and high up on the mountain
tops, where the naked granite glitters
like gold in the sun, where the storm
clouds brood and the thunder-storms
crash; and out on the wild, wild sea,
where the hurricane howls music and
the big waves roar in chorus, sweeping
the march of God—there He brews it—
the beverage of life, health-giving water.
And everywhere it is a thing of beauty,
gleaming in the dew-drop, siuging*iu
the summer rain, shining in the ice
gem, till they seem turned to living
jewels; spreading a golden veil over
the setting sun, or a white gauze around
the midnight moon; sporting in the
cataract; sleeping in glacier; dancing
in tho hail shower ; folding its bright
curtains softly around the wintry world,
and weaving the many-colored iris, tho
seraph’s zone of the air, whose warp is
in the rain-drops of the earth, and whose
woof is in the sunbeams of heaven, all
checkered over with the celestial flow
ers of tho mystic hand of refraction—
that blessed life-water. No poison bub
bles on its brink; its foam brings not
madness and murder; no blood stains
its liquid glass ; pale widows and starv
ing children weep not burning tears in
its depths! Speak out, my friends—
would you exchange it for the demon’s
drink, alcohol?”
A shout like the roar of the tempest
answered—“ No!”
How Destruct ion of the Forest Growth
Affects a Country.
The Khanate of Bokhara! affords a
signal illustration of the damage done
by denuding a country of its trees.
Thirty years ago the Khanate was one
of the most fertile provinces of Central
Asia, and, well-wooded and watered,
was regarded as an earthly paradise.
Five years thereafter a mania for forest
clearing broke out among the inhabi
tants, and continited to rage as long as
there remained timber to vent itself.
What trees were spared by rulers and
people were utterly consumed during a
civil war. The consequence of this
ruthless destruction of the forest growth
is now painfully manifest in the im
mense dry and arid wastes. The water
courses have become empty channels
and the system of canals constructed
for artificial irrigation and supplied
from the living streams has bt en ren
dered useless. The sands of the des
ert, no longer restrained by forest bar
riers, are gradually advancing and
drifting over the land. They will con
tinue their noiseless invasion until the
whole Khanate will become a dreary
desert, as barren as the wilderness sep
arating it from Khiva. It is not sup
posed that the Khan has sufficient en
ergy or the means at his command to
arrest the desolation that now threatens
to spread over his territories. The exam
ple is one to stimulate enlightened gov
ernments to avoid a similar catastrophe
by preserving a due proportion of for
est land in their domains, and by res
toring those which have been improvi
dentlv laid bare.
Robber Ants.
The American Naturalist publishes
the following intexesting anecdote of
“robber-ants,” communicated in a let
ter to the Smithsonian institution, and
published by permission of Prof. Hen
ry ; “ Once upon a time there dwelt in
my yard a flourishing colony of the very
smallest species of black ant. The ser
vants about my cook-house had spilled
a quantity of syrup, which ran through
the floor. The little ants had found it,
and seemingly the entire population
* ere out and busy packing it away to
their home. The microscope showed
that they carried tiie syrup in their ab
domen. But, before they had secured
all the syrup, I observed that there was
great excitement along their road. The
larger, black, erratic ants had discovered
them while carrying home the syrup,
and were taking it away from them. It
was really painful to observe the ruth
less manner in which they slaughtered
and robbed the helpless little ants of
their distended sacks of sweetness.
They grabbed up the heavily-burdened
little fellows, doubled them, and, biting
open the abdomen, drew out the full
sack and seemed to swallow it; then,
casting the larcerated carcass aside, they
furiously sprang upon another of the
panic-stricken crowd, and repeated the
iiorrid operation. Millions of these
heartless butchers were at work ; and
soon, on account of their wealth, that
populous city was exterminated.”
—A Pennsylvania man ate forty quarts
of peanuts at one shelling, and then, in
the beautiful language of Tyndall,
“ faded like a streak of morning cloud,
into the infinite tazure of the p st.”
His friends, possessed of that torching
delicacv and thoughtfulness which al
ways characterized the bestowal of mor
tuary honors in Pennsylvania, buried
the shells with him.
EDITING A PAPER.
The “Positive” Style In the Local I>e
pariment.
I don’t suppose that auother man ever
lived iike that Ohio editor who lifted
me out of the back end of an omnibus
one night, led me up five pairs of stairs
and undertook to tell me how I was t
assist in running the local department
of the paper. “ You see,” said he v jab
bing at a cockroach with the shears,
“ you want to be positive in what you
say ; folks hero won’t believe any of
your suppose so’s and allegations. Say
what you say in words that can’t be dis
puted ; or, if they are disputed, send
the fellow into the other room and I’ll
fix him.” He was a great man for fun ;
he never laughed himself, but he had
a high appreciation for humor. He was
always wanting me to get off something
sharp on someone, no matter who, and
he rr.n me so much [ had to quit. For
instance he came down one morning and
sai l : “ Now, Charles, get off a hit on
Julius Ciesar.” “ Why, sir, the old
man died years ago.” “No matter, no
matter,” he went on, “get off some
thing or I’ll discharge you.” As $75 a
year was an object to me then, I handed
in a pretty big item. “That’s good,
that’s positive,” he replied, and in it
went. The paper hadn’t been out an
hour before a dozen were crowding in
after an explanation. “Is your name
Caesar ?” asked the old man of each in
turn. “No.” “Well, then, who’s run
ning this Caesar business ? Ain’t I here
to disseminate knowledge? Don’t Ido
her?” And he finally threw another
sheet on the “ points.”
“Now, Charles,” said lie again, “get
off a lick on George Washington—
something under a lively head-line.”
“But he’s been written up,” I replied.
“No matter—get off something, or
here’s my note of hand for the balance
due you.” As his note of hand was
rather a good thing to keep, I dug out
a severe thing under the head of “ Bru
tal Outrage.” There was a Washing
tonian society in town, and half its
members were rushing up stairs before
the edition was half off. “Base
wretch,” shouted the president. “ Ca
lumniator of genius.” squeaked the old
maid secretary. “Vile rascal,”
a young man, with his hair behind his
ears. “Gentlemen and old maid,” be
gan the editor, as he rolled up his
sleeves, “why am I here? If any of
you know more about Georgo Wash
ington than 1 do, why just take and run
this office.” And they had to go away
with their minds in an unsettled state.
Another time, when he had run over
a whole volume of ancient history with
out finding one to hit, says he, “Get
off something on me.” That’s just
what I wanted, and I wrote : “We
want wood on subscription to this pa
per. Some of our subscribers prom
ised to pay for their paper in wood
more than ten years ago, and it*s about
time they brought it in. We want
wood—wood—wood.” It’was in July,
au'" there were thirteen loads of wood
in front of the office before noon. They
got there about the same time, and
thirteen farmers camo up in a body.
“Gentlemen,” said the old man, after
they had stated their errarnl, “ wood is
wood ; 4 wood ’is a noun; 4 is’ is a verb,
and 4 wood ’is a noun again. The ob
jective case governs the requirements
of the adverb, which is the posses
sive of thirteen loads, according to
chapter seventy-one, rule three.” And
every time th a y went to say any
thing about wood he got that ofl at
them, until they all went down in a
body threatening to vampire him at the
first opportunity.
The last thing I recollection
of was “getting off something” on the
mayor of the town. He went by old
Sykes one evening without nodding,
and I Lad no sooner entered the office
than I heard, “Go for Muggs; give it
to him hot; yank him all to pieces, and
leave his shattered remains hanging to
the steeple of the court-house.” “ But
he—,” I began, when Svkes came close
up to him, breathing hard, and says he,
“Young man, go for Muggs. I hate to
part with you, but Smith offers to fill
vour situation for a dollar less—” So
I sat down to do up Muggs. Sykes was
going away, and he left me to my judg
ment. I wrote an article that I thought
would please the old man for positiv
ness, and it went under a triple heading.
I was just locking up the paste pot in
the burglar-proof safe to keep it from
the rats, when I heard a yelling on the
and the office door came in on
me. I saw stars, comets, spots on the
sun, new moons, and “came to” in the
next town, when I sent the following
dispatch to the old man : “If you can
pay your board bill stay where you are.
The press is ruined. The long primer
is in Hardy’s horse-pond. The mailing
table, the bank, and the new job rack
went over the dam last evening. Things
ain’t as they was. We made a big hit
on Muggs, and he retaliated powerfully.
I have hired out to a quiet old farmer
here, and I think I shan’t pursue the
‘get-ofF business any further.” In
about two months I got a reply. Here
is all that was said: “Young man, al
ways be positive in your assertions.”—
Detroit Free Press.
English Poppies.
Bailey, of tho Danbury News writes :
The chief weeds with which the Eng
lish farmer has to contend are thistles
and poppies. There is nothing remarka
ble about thistles unless you are bare
footed, but the idea of a poppv being a
weed is striking enough. You know
how choice we are of them in our gar
dens at home, and what an addition to
a plot are a half dozen of these bril
liantly flowering plant . Try,then,to con
jure np thousands of them in one enclos
ure. They are called “red weed” in Eng
land. They flourish principally in the
grain fields, where their deep red con
trasts magnificently with the dark green
of the wheat and barley and oafs. I have
seen fields so abounding with poppies
that they looked as though they were
spotted with blood. I have seen great
beds of them springing from newly turned
earth along the railway, and their beauty
I never saw equaled in nature. Purely
Solomon in all his glory was not ar
rayed like unto these—nor smelt like
them, I hope.
Rearing their scarlet heads among the
dark green grain they present a picture
that must touch every heart—although
differently. I have seen two men stand
at a fence on opposite sides of a field,
Payable in Advance.
NUMBER 39.
I and gaze for a half hour at the wonder
ful blending of color. 'Die one was
speechless, his eyes glistening "with the
most exquisite delight. He was a tour
ist. The other was speechless also.
Bat his eyes did not glisten. He was
tho owner of the field.
Save the Leaves.
“Leaves have their time to fall,”
but they are only a nuisance if left in
the yards aud on the sidewalks ; but
when gathered dry, and stored in the
bam or shed, they add greatly to the
manure pile in the spring. A ‘ litter of
leaves in the horse stalls is more desira
ble than one of straw, for it can bo re
newed without the necessity of cleaning
out the stall more than twice or thrice
a week. Besides, the leaves absorb the
ammonia more rapidly than straw, and
can be more thoroughly worked over
and trodden into it; and they also make
the manure of much more value, for
flower gardens, as they are particularly
rich in phosphoric acid, which is, next
to ammonia, the most highly treasured
constituent of plant growth. Apply a
bed of leaves plentifully around the
roots of your vines, shrubs, roses and
all flowering trees, then thmw a shovel
of manure over them, and next spring
will show how beneficial is their effect.
Aside from the practical use of leaves,
a due regard to appearance should
prompt us to gather them up from our
door-yards and lawns, and put them in
some place where they will not lie
around loosely. Dame nature ought to
have an attic in which to put away her
cast-off clothing, and not let the au
tumn winds scatter them broadcast;
but she prefers that we should do her
household cleaning for her, and so we
should attend to it directly and reap the
y enelits of our labors in another sense.
Pile them in one corner of the yard, if
there is no cow or horse to use them.
Cover them with a layer of earth and
turn all the house slops upon them;
and, another spring, you will have a
good supply of fertilizing material for
your flower garden.
“Help” in Western Virginia.
Donn Piatt, writing about the Virginia
mountaineer, says: It is impossible to
get house servants from amoDg the na
tives for love or money. A charming
little lady here, Mrs. Morgan, sistet-in
iaw to the famous John Morgan, gave
us a very amusing account of her trials
in this direction. Her first experience
was with a tall, angular mountain maid.
One morning she announced a visitor to
Mrs. Morgan.
“ Who is he, Malvina ?”
“Lord only knows, I don’t; he’s a total
stranger to me.”
“ Is he a gentleman V”
44 Well, he ain’t a niggali.”
“ Did he not give you his name ?”
“ Not much. But I didn’t ask him,”
“But he gave you his card ?”
“You mean that bit of papah with the
printin’ on it ?”
“Of course; wlaat did you do with
it?”
“ Why, I jest put it wliar I seed the
others, on the pahlow table.”
“ How vexatious! And what did you
say to him ?”
44 1 told him to hitch on to the door
knob till I seed you.”
Growth in Man.
Observations regarding the rate of
growth in man have determined the
following interesting facts : The most
rapid growth takes place immediately
after birth, the growth of an infant dur
ing the first year of its existence being
about eight inches. The ratio of in
crease gradually decreases until the age
of three years is reached, at which time
the size attained is half that which it is
to become when full grown. After five
years the succeeding increase is very
regular till the sixteenth year, being at
the rate for the average man of two
inches a year. Beyond sixteen, the
growth is feeble, being for the following
two years about six-tenths of an inch
a year ; while from eighteen to twenty
the increase in height is seldom over
one inch. At th 3 age of twenty-five the
growth ceases, save in a few exceptional
cases. It has furthermore been ob
served that, in the same race, the mean
size is a little larger in cities than in the
country, a fact that will be received with
doubt by many who have come to re
gard the rustic as the true model man.
Drinking and Drunkenness.
Ex-Mayor Joseph Medill writes to
the Chicago Tribune from Germany as
follows : “Drunkeness is so rare and
infrequent that it may be said not to
exist. I have traveled thousands of
miles through Germany in various di
rections, visiting nearly all the chief
cities, aud have made diligent inquiry
of American consuls and other well-in
formed persons, and received but one
answer everywhere, viz.: 4 No drunk
enness among the Germans; public
sentiment would not tolerate it; the
habits of the country are all against it.’
The reason of this freedom from inebri
ation is the total absence of whisky and
the substitution of the milder beer.
Whisky is the 4 hog ’ that possesses the
spirit of the raging devil, and the culti
vation of whose intimate acquaintance
makes so many beasts and loafers of
men in the United States.”
Cures for Dyspepsia.
Dyspepsia arises from a great variety
of causes, and different persons aie re
lieved by different remedies, according
to the nature of the disease and eondi •
tion of the stomach. We know of a
lady who has'derived great benefits'from
drinking a tumbler of sweet milk—the
richer and fresher the better—whenever
a burning sensation is experienced in
the stomach. An elderly gentleman of
our acquaintance, who was afflicted for
many years with distress after eating,
has effected a cure by ’mixing a table
spoonful of wheat bran in half a tum
bler of water, and drinking it half an
hour after his meals. It is necessary to
stir quickly and drink immediately, or
the bran will adhere to the glass and
become pastry. Coffee and tobaeco are
probably the worst substances dyspep
tics can use.
—“ The honeymoon is all well
enough,” said a prudent belle, 44 but
what I want to see beyond ihat is the
promise of a fine harveit-moon.”
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FACTS AND FANCIES.
—“The Old Cusses” is the name of
a club in La Crosse, aud the wives of
members believe that the name is a good
fit.
—As a white garment appears worse
when a little soiled than does a colored
one, so does a small fault in a good
man attract more attention than a great
offenoe in a bad man.
—A saloon-keeper in Jeffersonville,
Ind., has sued Mrs. M. A. Johnson,
editor of the Agitator, a temperance
paper, for calling his saloon a “ murder
mill.” Damages are laid at $2,000.
—A pipe is now being laid for the
conveyance of petroleum from the oil
wells of Millerstown, Pa., to the Balti
more and Ohio railroad, a distance of
forty miles. The pipe is three inohes
in diameter, and its capacity 4,000 bar
rels per day.
A four-year-old went to a black
smith’s to see his father’s horse shod,
and watched closely the work of shoeing
until the blacksmith commenced paring
the horse’s hoofs, when, thinking this
was wrong, he said earnestly, “Mv pa
don’t want this horse made any smaller.”
—Of the four marshals now on the
French army list, one came from the
Polvteohnic school, two from the School
of St. Cyr, and one rose from the ranks.
Of the three hundred and fourteen gen
erals now in active service, eighteen gen
erals of division and thirty two briga
diers have risen from the ranks.
—A professional man not far from
State street, Boston, returning to his
office one day, after a substantial lunch,
said complacently to his assistant:
“ Mr. Pitkin, the world looks differ
ently to a man when he Las three inches
of rum in him.” “Yes,” replied the
junior, without a moment’s hesitation,
“an! he looks different to the world.”
—An unpublished romance of Alex
ander Dumas, the father, is known to
exist, aud may shortly be given to the
public. It has a peculiar history. Du
mas, though he received a great deal of
money, never retained much. Aud he
wished late in life to provide for a
third child, an illegitimate daughter,
who was likely to be left penniless in
case of his death. He wrote this ro
mance, therefore, for her fortune, and
certainly she is well provided for.
—lce signals are now used upon the
Atlantic, by means or which a passing
ship oan indicate to another the pre
sence and position of ice. The eDsign
indicates berg ice, the Union Jack field
ice, and at night lights are used. These
flags correspond with an ice chart, di
vided into degrees of longitude and
half degrees of latitude. Ice is the
greatest danger to bo dreaded on the
Atlantic. Such a precaution as this
cannot fail to bo of great advantage.
—lt is reported that the inhabitants
of Turin are much troubled with appre
hensions that the Mont Cenis tunnel
will fall in. Tho French and Italian
membort of the commission of engi
neers appointed to report upon the
cracks, which have been visible for two
years, have stated that the tunnel s
solid throughout, and is conducted on
sound principles, but that the fissures
seem to be attributable to the too great
prossure of the mountain masses above.
—A farmer took his wife to a grand
oorcert and after listening with apparent
enjoyment, the pair became suddenly
interested in one of the grand choruses,
44 AU we, like sheep, have gone astray.”
Firpfc, a sharp soprano voice exclaimed :
“AU we, like sheep—” Next, a deep
voice uttered, in the most earnest tone :
44 All we, like sheep—” Then all the
singers at once asserted : “All we,
like sheep—” “Well, I don’t,” ex
claimed old Rusticus to his partner.
“I like beef and bacon, but I can’t
bear sheep meat!”
—A writer in the St. Paul Press tells
anew story of Horace Greeley. Horace
wrote a note to a brother editor in New
York whose writing was equally illegi
ble with his own. The recipient of the
note not being able to read it, sent it
back by the same messenger to Mr.
Greeley for elucidation. Supposing it
to be the answer to his own note, Mr.
Greeley looked over it but likewise was
unable" to read it, and said to the boy :
“ Go, take it back. What does the d—d
fool mean?” “Yes, said the boy,
“that is just what he says.”
—A London girl, who advertised rer
cently for a husband, requested her
host of correspondents to be present in
tbe pit at the Drury Lane theater, on
the following evening, dressed in a blue
coat, white pantaloons, and scarlet coat,
and immediately on the conclusion of
the first act to stand upon the benches,
flourish a white hanflkerchief in one
hand, and apply a glass to the right eye
with the other. When the curtain fell,
fifty men, from giddy youth to giddier
old age, stood up in the prescribed uni
form, and began the eye-glass and hand
kerchief performance, amid convulsions
of laughter from a large portion of the
spectators, who were in the secret.
—A friend assured Mark Twain that
it was policy to feed a oold aud starve a
fever. He says: “I had both. So I
thought it best to fill myself up for the
cold, and let the fever starve awhile.
In a case of this kind I seldom do
things by halves—l ate pretty heartily.
I conferred my custom upon a stranger,
who had just opened his restaurant on
Cortland street, near the hotel, that
morning, paying so much for a full
meal. He waited near me in respect lul
silence until I had finished fejding my
cold, when he inquired if the people
about New York were much afflicted
with colds. I toll him I thought they
were. He then went out and took in
his sign.”
—Pope Pius IX. has lately received
from Santa Cruz, Cal., through Cardi
nal Franchi, prefect of the Propaganda,
the photograph of an Indian still living,
who has reached the age of 122 years.
Beneath the picture are these words,
written in Spanish by the old man him
self : “T, Justiniano Roxas, 122 years
old, wish the most holy pope long years
of life.” The parish register of Santa
Cruz shows that Roxas was baptized
March 4, 1792, being at that time about
forty years of age. He has always led
an exemplary life, still walks to mass
on Sundays with no help but that of
his staff, and asks the blessings of the
pope, whom he calls the “ Capitan de
los padres