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THE WEEK I*AST.
I r *eeuis that the ( W 0 principal At
lantic cable companies H re to be consoli
il aft4r all. lu. chatges of one com
pany that IV- agents , r the „ thpr re .
peatedlv cut itsVire can termilllltr( i
f,,,| y n.V the merging of the t„, f f>T niu _
'vnl profit against public j>olic\\ xhen
<bo new company will lx* able to ( . x t (n
whatever it clioox** to. \
Apropos o( the proposed revitjon of
'lie patent laws, the officials war that
they have 10,000 model- of rejected ap
plications stowed away in the attic.
f printing of applications, with de
scriptions of the models, will 1* coup
led wit ft a condition dispensing with
models at the office. The average num
her of models yearly sent to the de
partment is from 18,000 to 20,000.
People who intend to exhibit at % the
centennial exposition and have already
engaged space on the grounds should not
delay to put in an appearance until
'nthin a short time of the opening day.
\oril 20 is the last day on which articles
exhibition can be received, but it is
desirable that as much as possible should
I**- done before that time approaches.
I he great buildings are nearly all com
plCTOtt, and am pm Wlitfo* for the ar
rangement of goods are furnished.
I UK London Spectator says that the
‘(■cent terrible railway accident in Eng
land has caused “ unusual excitement.”
< ortainiy no one can lie surprised to hear
lli:it. A more horrible instance of
slaughter has seldom been heard of. A
passenger train ran into a coal train, and
injured several persons. Then an ex
pn ss train crashed into the wreck, and
ladled outright four or five passengers,
among them the eldest son of Mr. Bou
cicault. the well-known author and actor.
inklow, the Boston monstrosity, ap
pears to he (he fruit of the indiscriminate
matrimonial system of this country. He
is, it serins, a rascal by birth. Thomas
Winslow was a counterfeiter; Mark Win
slow was a counterfeiter and a suicide;
Edward Winslow spent half his life in
iil; Bueretia Winslow married a man
who was hanged for murder, and herself
narrowly escaped conviction as his ac
complice. Besides, two sisters of \Vin
slow married well-known counterfeiters.
I here is no proof that the original Win
slow wrote to any answers-to-correspon
dents man for advice about marrying,
hut tin* result of his venture seems to in
dicate that he did.
Brothkk Jonathan commenced bus
iness in 177fi, with thirteen states and
X 1 f,* l.*> square miles of territory, which
wag occupied by about 3,000,000 of civi
lized human beings. Me lias now a
family of 43,000,000, who occupy thirty
seven slates and nine territories, which
embrace over 3,000,000 of square miles,
lie has 1)5,000 miles of railroads, more
than sufficient to reach twice and a half
round the globe. The value of Ids
annual agricultural productions in $2,-
uui,otui T iuui, rmA gmrr irrmrs arc
capable oPprodueing $70,000,000 a year.
Me has more than 1,000 cotton factories,
580 daily newspapers, 1,3000 weekly and
monthly publications. Mo lias also
many other things too numerous and
too notorious to mention.— Boston Watch
man.
Kies i'M it ion in silver coin ought to
be easy enough, for silver is getting
to lw a drug in all the markets of
the world. On February f> the whole
sale merchants of San Francisco held a
meeting and voted that “whereas the
discount on silver has reached such a
magnitude as to require some united ac
tion, therefore resolved that hereafter we
will not receive silver in payment of ac
tomits due, and bills hereafter sold, in
larger sums than provided by law, ex
cept at the ruling rate of discount when
payment is made.” And the same paper
in which these resolutions appear de
clares on its editorial page that “ silver
has become almost as common as rag
money and at a discount not much in
ferior;” in other words, that the paper
currency of the United States has con
tinually risen in value as compared with
gold, while silver has somewhat depre
ciated.
Mk. J vmks Barton and his wife have
petitioned the Massachusetts legislature
for the passage of a special act legalizing
their marriage. In the petition they
say: “ All the requirements of law, so
far as known to them, or to the witnesses
of the ceremony, were complied with.
That is to say, a license was procured;
the ceremony wes performed by a clergy
man resident in the town ; several wit
nesses were present; and the usual no
tice was published in the Newburyport
Herald of the next morning. All we
done openly, and, so far we then knew
or have since ascertained, with the warm
approval of all who are acquainted with
the circumstances of our ease. We did
not leave the state of Massachusetts for
the purpose of evading any law of Massa-
chusetts, but to comply with the most
neecessary and fundamental of all laws,
which is that marriage shall have a legal
sanction. We are assured by learned
couusel that we are now lawfully mar
ried everywhere in the world except per
haps in the state of Massachusetts. The
doubt is concerning our legal condition
here, where it is of vital importance to
ii', where we live and esteem it a privi
lege to live. The weight of opinion, as
we are advised, is that our marriage is
valid in this state also, and that we may
live here in peace and honor."
.. A little fellow, being told by a young
man to get off his knee, that he was too
heavy to hold in that way, made quite a
sensation among those present by yelling
back : “ Too heavy, hey ? Sister Sal
weighs a hundred pounds more than I,
and you held her on your knee for four
hours last night."
Two Dollars Per Annum,
VOLUME IV.
HALE- WA Y IMIS'S.
Kclublxsl k’llim-tfabelera: —ln hoKJin’ forth to-dar,
1 doesn't quote no special verse for what I has to
sa,
He seftfou will be berry short, and dis heVe am de
t*’:
Hat hal-way doin'? ain’t no 'count for dis worl’ or
<je nex’.
IMs wrl’ dat we’s a-libbin’ in is like a cotton row,
" h ToT y cu " u< * B €, *Heman has got his line to
time a lazy nigger stops to take a nap,
I c grans keeps on a-growin* lor to ?rn udder up liis
crap.
W bej Moses led de Jews acrost dc waters ob de sea,
Hey lad to keep a-goin’, je’ as fas’ as fas’ could le ;
Ho you s'pose dat dev could ebber hab Buceeedeil in
loir wish,
And reached de Promised Laud at last—if dev had
stopped to fish ?
My Irion’s, dar was a garden once, whar Adam
libbed wid Eve, •
A Id no-one ’round to bodder dem, no neighbors for
to thieve,
And chary day was Christmas, and dey got deir
rations tree,
And oberyting belonged to dem except an apple
tree.
V on all know Mjout de story—bow de snake come
snoopin’ ’rouu',—
A stump-tail rusty moccasin, a-crawlin’ on de
groun’—
How Eve and Adam ate de fruit, und went and hid
deir face,
I ill de angel oberseer he come and drove ’em off de
place.
Now, s’pose dat man and ooman hadn’t ’tempted
for to shirk,
Hut had gone about deir gardenin', and ’tended to
deir work.
Hev wouldn’t hab been loafin’ whar dey bail no
business to,
And de debbil uebber’d got a chance to tell ’em
what to do.
No half-way doin’s, bred ten I It ’ll nebber do, I
• say !
Oo at your task and finish it. and den’s de time to
play—
fi or eben if de crap Is good, de rain ’ll spile de bolls,
nJess you keeps a-frickin' in de garden ob vour
souls.
keep u-plowin’, and a hoein’, and a-scrapin’ ob de
rows,
And when de ginnin's ober you can pav up what
you owes;
Hut if you quits a-woikin’ ebery time de sun is hot,
Ho sheriff’s gwine to lebbv upon ebervting vou’s
got. '
" bateber ’tis you’s dribin’ at, be shore und drive it
through,
And don’t let nuftiu’ stop you, but do what you’s
gwine to do;
For when you se**S a nigger foolin’, den, as shore’s
you’re born,
1 on’s gwine to see him cornin’ out de small eend ob
dc born.
I I hanks you for de Mention vou has gib dis after
noon—
Sister Williams will oblige us by a-raisin’ ob a
tune—
I see dat Bruddcr Johnson's ’bout to pass armin’ de
hat,
And don t let’s hab no half-way doin’s when it
comes to dat!
THE RECLAIMED.
tweeter than the songs of thrushes,
When the winds are low,
Brighter that the tulip’s blushes,
Reddening out of snow,
Were the form and face so fair,
Of the little child at prayer.
—Alice t'art/.
The only one in the house, a little
child, knelt hy her bedside praying alone.
Perhaps the experiences of ten years had
laid their weight upon her young heart—
she certainly was not older—and were it
not for the impressions which sorrow
i>Vw*y vwi tt.tfx-ictim/she would
have passed for a younger child. It was
not a large house, for there were but
three rooms in it, and, besides herself, it
had but one occupant. He was away;
she knew not where, only that her fears
told her he was where he ought not to be.
She had prepared their frugal supper
hours ago, and had waited anxiously and
hopefully for her father’s returning foot
steps, but night crept on apace, and he
came not to cheer the solitude or relieve
the anxiety of his waiting child.
Tears bad been falling from the bright
blue eyes, dimming their lustre, and sobs
had hurst from the roseate lips, telling
her heart’s agony; and now near the mid
dle of the night, the little one knelt, as
her sainted mother had taught her to do,
and prayed for the absent one.
“Dear God, bless my poor, dear fa
ther. Make him good and holy as my
dear, dead mother was. Keep him from
drinking the wicked brandy any more,
and make him love his little Mary as he
used to.”
This was the burden of her prayer.
But how can we tell the expression of
her weeping eyes and little hands raised
imploringly to heaven in the earnestness
of her petition ? Her golden hair fell
loosely down upon her shoulders, and it
was a picture which made glad the
angels who beheld it. They had seen
the picture before, and the Lord had seen
it, and heard the earnest petition of the
blameless one.
Charles Ransom had been prosperous
and well-to-do. He had begun life with
bright prospects, and with a loving wife
and interesting children, his home was
one of the bright spots of earth. But
sickness and death came and robbed him
of bis heart’s jewels—of all but one —and
left him desolate and disconsolate. Truly,
he loved Mary, the one left him by a
wise Providence!; but his devotion to his
wife had been so entire and so absorbing—
she bad become so truly a part of his
own existence —that when she was taken
from him life seemed a dis m ; dungeon,
and he could see no “ ve) lining” to
the clouds which mantled life’s sky.
Despondency took possession of him,
and, to drown the poignacy of his grief,
he resorted to the wine-cup, as many an
unfortunate one has done before him,
deluded with false hopes. Having once
began in this way, he soon went to ex
cess. At first the piteous appeals of the
child, and the advice and warnings of
friends who loved him, seemed to have
some restraining effect; but at length
these gradually lost their power, and
one by one his “friends” gave up his
case as hopeless,, and ceased striving with
him, wrapping themselves in the mantle
of their own fancied perfection and in
vincible powers to resist temptation, and'
resigned him to his fate.
There was but one who remained fast
and firm, staunch and true to the work
of his reformation; and that was his
heaven-eyed, sunny-crowned Mary. She
EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, -MARCH l(i. 1870.
never faltered in her prayers or her en
treaties. She heeded no repulse, and
was discouraged by no delay; hut with
the simple face of childhood she kept
her eye fixed steadily on the boon so
fondly desired—the reformation of one
she held most dear on earth.
On this particular night Charles Han
som had lingered as usual at the dram
shop, and becoming intoxicated, was ob
livious to his home, his waiting child,
and everything hut his thirst for liquor.
This thirst it seemed impossible to
quench. His money was an gone, and,
alas! he had reached, too, that other
certain stage in the drunkard’s life when
his credit at the bar was also gone, yet
he implored the landlord for more drink.
With his tongue thick and his eyss roll
ing in an idiotic stare, he begged in vain
for one more glass to satisfy his craving
thirst. His pleadings at last made the
virtuous landlord angry, and with a ter
rible oath he answered the poor inebri
ate that if he could not he still he
would kick him out into the street.
This was the first time in his mad ca
reer that Charles Ransom had ever re
ceived such a threat, and, bewildered
and stupified as lie w T as, his native pride
and selt-respect began to be aroused.
The bar-room was almost full of men,
many of them his acquaintances, and to
he rebuffed in this manner, and before
them, made the degradation doubly
poignant.
He staggered to his feet and caught a
chair, hut ere his faltering arms could
raise it high enough for the object at
which he aimed,'the infuriated dram
seller hurled a decanter, with such un
erring precision that it felled the besotted
man to the floor with his head gashed,
and the blood oozing from it frightfully.
“ Fret out of my house, you vaga
bond,” cried the landlord, as, not con
tent with seeing his victim helpless on
the floor, he applied kick after kick to
his prostrate body.
“ Get out with your villainous car
cass, 1 tell ye, and get off to your pau
per hovel and your crying brat, and never
put foot inside this door again, or, hy —,
I’ll kill ye.”
r I his brutal speech sobered the drunken
man almost ashy magic, and, with a bound
which surprised the lookers-on and made
them stand back, he rushed upon big
assailant and strangled him till he cried,
“ Help, men, for the love of God ! The
fiend is murdering me!”
and he infuriated man lgssgQ£<l
ami broke forth”
“Oh, yes, Bill Jackson, you thought
1 was killing you, because you knew you
richly deserved it, not only from me,
but hundreds of others. You sold me
drink, and encouraged me to drink; you
said it would not hurt me, that it
would do me good, that it would drive
sorrow far from me and make me forget
my griefs. You were the one who, when
I said my temperament was one that
could not stand much drink, told me
there was no danger; that I should get
used to it as yourself had done; and you
lured me on and on, from one stage to an
other, until you got all my money and
nearly all I could turn into money; and
now when I have nothing, and am poor,
and degraded, and low and sunken into
the gutter where you have dragged me,
you spurn me from your house, you kick
and beat me, and, worse than all, you
call my child, whom, with all my degrada
tion and sin, I love better than my life —
you call my child a brawling brat!
Curse you, Bill Jackson, for the ruin
you have wrought. But I will go from
your house; I will go home to my poor
child, and may the God whom I have so
grievously offended give me the strength
to resist the temptation ever to enter
your house or any other liquor shop
again as long as I have breath.”
The penitent man was assisted to his
home by some of his companions; and,
upon entering the house, there they saw
that frail, fair child still kneeling on the
bare floor by her little lied. She had
fallen asleep in that position after praying
long and earnestly for her absent father.
But she awoke at their coming, and with
a startled cry she ran to her father, and
asked what was the matter.
With her own hands she dressed his
wound, and, pressing her to his heart, he
told her he would try not to drink any
more.
“O, dear papa!” she cried, “I thought
God would answer my prayer. I have
prayed so much for you, and mamma
used to teach me that my prayers would
be heard and answered when God thought
it was best. Oh, won’t mamma be happy,
up in heaven, to know that you won’t
drink any more? and little brother
Jamie? And I know God will bless you,
dear father, and make you strong.”
“ May he bless you, sweet child, and
make me worthy of such a precious
treasure. Oh, what a sinner I have been!
May God be merciful unto me!”
There was little sleep in that house
that night. Charles Ransom was thor
oughly aroused from the torpor into
which he had plunged so long, and he
marveled that he had ever fallen so low,
He had been snatched as a brand from
the burning, but not by his own efforts;
the grace of God, so unweariedly invoked
in his behalf by his praying child, had at
last come to his rescue. He saw how
near the gate of destruction he had ap
proached, and in this hour of penitence
In God }Ke Trust.
he resolved no longer to rely on his own
strength, hut to seek the aid of divine
grace to help him battle with sorrow and
adversity, for he had seen that “vain
was the help of man,’ and that human
nature, unsustaiued and unrenewed hy
grace, was the veriest weakness.
Th* happy days passed into months,
the months into years, and we behold the
reclaimed one a respected and honored
member of society. The beautiful little
house which he used to own, and which
he had saciificed in his insane passion
for drink, he re-purchased; and Mary,
the same devoted daughter to whose
prayers he owed his salvation, now de
veloped into a beautiful and gifted young
lady of seventeen, tr|ins the flowers and
vines around their h*ppv dwelling, and
with her love and care and goodness
makes it a home which the angels seem
to watch over with peculiar guardian
ship. and in her prayers she never forgets
to say.
“My God, I thank Thee that lie who
was nigh unto everlasting destruction is,
hy Thy mercy, restored, and he who was
lost is found.”
WHY HE FELL.
Social Ekrtravagance at the \ational Capital
Lnr'il lid knap to Enin.
The Chicago Inter-Ocean says: In our
columns in this issue will he found full
details of the testimony before th? con
gressional investigating committee affect
ing the official integrity of W. W. Bel
knap, secretary of war. No event in the
history of official administration in Wash
ington has ever caused more painful
interest. When Ge'. Belknap was ap
pointed secretary of war on the death of
Hon. John A. Ravlins the selection
occasioned universal; surprise, and in no
state more than in lowa, where his resi
dence had been for many years. He was
a lawyer by profession, hut had not
attained to eminence. He was a brave
and honorable officer in the union army,
hut several officers in bis adopted state
were his seniors in military rank and
distinction. At the close of’ the war he
was appointed to affederal civil trust,
hut not of a high grade.
From his induction, however, into the
high office of a cabinet counsellor h#
bore his new honors so modestly, and dis
charged his duties sof*xcellently, that in
a brief time he won the approval and the
pride of the people rf his state, and the
respect of the whole country. He seemed
to have obtained, s'so, from the outset
the confident and to
have retained it uninterruptedly until
the resignation was tendered and ac
cepted yesterday. During his adminis
tration of the war office, extending
through the larger part of two successive
presidential terms, he did not, indeed,
escape charges of malefeasance ; but af
ter the long, searching, bitter investiga
tion of bis official connection with tlie
sale of United States arms to the French
his vindication was so triumphant in all
respects that his reputation as an honest
officer of the cabinet from that time on
ward was left reasonably free from as
sault. The blow under which lie is now
stricken down, apparently never to rise
again, comes, therefore, like a lightning
bolt from an unclouded sky. It has
stricken him so suddenly and irrecovera
bly as to have paralyzed his personal and
political friendq and to have appealed to
the pity ever of his political enemies.
Men of all parties, and who can in no
manner defenl nor palliate bis great of
fence, are mjved to silence and to sad
ness in the vjew of the swiftness and the
hopelessncsspf his fall.
Without full knowledge of all the in
fluences leafing to this catastrophe, it
may be safely assumed that one element
which was?potent in producing it was
the extravagance of social life which
seems to lyivc become accepted as an in
dispensable adjunct of high official rank
in Washington. While a senator or a
represent|ive in congress, with a salary
of SojOGUa year, is often compelled—un
less he h/B a liberal private income—to
accept of lodgings on the upper floors of
inditferen private dwellings, and browse
around ii unsavory dining-ha 1 Is and res
taurants lor his meals, a cabinet officer,
with a Jtlary of SB,OOO a year, is expected
to maicain an establishment where the
hospitaliies of foreign dignitaries and
resident and transient citizens of great
wealth ;nd high rank may be returned
in kind.
There are only three modes by which
this popular expectation may lie met :
Theoffiier must have a liberal private for
tune at his command, or he must gener
ous anc confiding friends who are willing
to disc<unt his expectations in the fu
ture ; ir he must sell his official and per
sonal lonor for a price. Rather than ac
cept bf the latter alternative a brave
man “will refuse to accept the social
court*sies which he cannot return ; or.
if accepted, ignore the customary law’s
of reciprocity in such cases. How. when,
or wjere the remedy may be applied for
this ixtravagance of social official enter
tainment at the national capital it is not
our purpose here and now to discuss;
but in passing judgment on the secretary
who has fallen from a dizzy height of
official rank to a depth far below that of
the poorest citizen in honest private life,
it should not be forgotten that the great
public itself, by the exactions it makes
upon some of its officials, may have
helped to push this man, onco possessed
oi an unsullied, soldierly name, to his
temptation and his destruction. •
POSTAL FOLLIES.
The recent discussion in congress of
the ]K)?tal law, in regard to third-class
mail matter, discloses the fact that tlie
doubling of the charges of this class of
mail matter, a year ago, was surrepti
tiously effected in the interests of the ex
press companies, who have made out of
the fraud not less than half a million of
dollars. Smuggled through congress by
fraud, and thrust upon the people
through carelessness on the part of the
members not in the secret, this act, lie
sides robbing the people of half a million
?nd transferring it to the treasuries of
the great express companies, has sub
jected them to other losses and to an
noyances innumerable. A large jairtion
of the mail matter of the third-class,
which has been confiscated for insuffi
cient postage, has been sacrificed to this
law. The people, as a rule, have no
scales to weigh their papers, and they
put on stamps, which they think suffi
cient, which, under the former law, they
would he, hut the strict orders of the
postoffice department require every par
cel to he weighed, and many of them are
shown to he deficient in stamps. The
postmaster is forbidden to forward them
in such a case, and hence they are confis
cated, and sold as waste paper. Many
bushels of such papers are received every
day, and, under the rule of the depart
ment, are thrown into the receptacle for
waste.
There is another modification of the
existing law which needs to he made.
At present, to put the name or the ini
tials of the person sending a paper or
periodical, subjects it to letter postage,
according to its weight. This law is a
relic of the old narrow-gauge stupidity
which adhered so long to high rates of
postage, and which, if submitted to the
people en masse at the present time,
would he almost unanimously repudi
ated. The reasoning is, the person
would write a letter, if he could not
send his name on a paper. Thus the
government undertakes to compel the
people to write letters when, perhaps,
they have not time to do so, or have
nothing to say, in order to extract the
postage from them. Is this the busi
ness of the people's government? It is
for the interest of the people not only,
but for the interest of the postoffice de
partment to have the name of the sender
of a paper on the outsider wrapper. The
transient paper is not forwarded unless
fully paid. If the post register knew the
sender, he could advise him of the defi
ciency and the postage would in many
cases then be fully paid. Thus, the
amount received hy the postoffice would
be increased and the papers would not
be destroyed. The price paid for third
class mail matter over that of the regular
issues sent from the office of publica
tion, certainly entitles the package to
hear on the wrapper the name of the
sender, especially since we have the
•postal-card system, which practically
permits quite a lengthy open letter to
be sent for only one cent.
THE HOUSE.
Its Party Leaders—Randall, Cor, Blaine,
and Garfield,
• A Washington correspondent writes:
I wonder if the men who are to-day
prominent will ever loom so grandly
through the vista of history as those
who are gone ? The enchantment of dis
tance is strangely effective, hut it is diffi
cult to believe that we shall ever accord
to our political leaders of to-day the
honors we so willingly have given to
Webster, Clay, and Calhoun. Take the
gentlemen now conspicuous in the house,
Randall, Cox, Blaine, and Garfield.
Randall is wily, adroit, and sudden in
all his movements. His speeches are
rarely calm statements: they are passion
ate liarrangues, for his temperament is
by far too excitable to admit the cool
arguing of any topic that interests him.
His nasal tones ring through the cham
ber, his face grows white, his thin lips
compress themselves firmly after every
sentence, and those wonderfully lumin
ous eyes grow darker and darker while
they gleam with intensity of emotion.
Don’t you know it is from the blackest
cloud that the most vivid lightning
leaps?
Cox, too, can never speak without in
tense excitement, but he manifests it in
a different way. His fine head is so
poised upon a slender neck that his
nods are almost as conclusive as those of
Olympian Jove. He cannot possibly
stand still, but rising with his own en
thusiasm he backs up the ascending
aisles all the while he speaks, coming
suddenly down at intervals to inspect
documents, reaching the desired data at
a glance and then backing again. Mr.
Cox is never at a loss for an expression ;
should the ordinary resources of lan
guage fail he instantly coins some word
which astonishes with its fitness, while
bis wide knowledge of both ancient and
modern literature, his practical experi
ence of travel, and his ability to seize
the absurd points in any opponent’s
statement render him a formidable an
tagonist. Very likely in a stand-up
fight he would be utterly floored, but he
hops round a bigger adversary, goading
him with little stabs that bring blood
every time, tiil, worried out, he yields.
Blaine is the acknowledged champion
,of the minority ; and doesn’t he magnify
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his office? i/Ct one of his rank and file
dare to think inde{>endently and the
wrath of their chieftain is quickly felt.
His speech on the financial question the
other day was received w-ith the greatest
deference. Frederick Fraley, of Phila
delphia, president of the national board
of trade, declared that Mr. Blaine had
“presented the cream of the financial
situation unembarrassed by statistics.’’
But this occular sentiment is so queer an
example of mixed metaphor that one is
tempted to wonder whether Mr. Fraley’s
ideas were not equally uncertain. “ Un
embarrassed cream ! ” Think of it,
granger! Yet Mr. Blaine will live in
history if no greater distinction should
come to him than that already his, and
those heavv-lidded eyes have a trick of
seeing into the future much further than
eyes that look keeuer. He is making
the most of every inch he gains, winning
his way where fighting would not be ad
visable, yet quite ready to try weapons
with any one.
Garfield dosen’t enjoy being in tke
majority one bit, but I can’t help ac
knowledging how admirably he is trim
ming his sails to meet the heavy tem
pests he cannot avoid. He is a fine ora
tor, but he rarely succeeds in stirring
the hearts of the people so strongly that
they will care to rank him among the
great men of the century, and he never
will bo rid of the incongruity in which
his various pursuits have clothed him.
Priest, soldier, and politician ! An odd
combination.
ABOUT GHOSTfi.
Ghosts —and this is very important—
may be divided into three distinct
classes, which must not be confounded.
There is the vulgar and detestable class
typified by the Cock-lane —old men con
demned to be perpetually repeating the
Bible backward, cattle without heads,
and aimless noises. The second class
consists of well-defined apparitions, gen
erally men or animals, which appear ten
or twelve times in a lifetime, usually
after supper, whose Ariel takes the shape
of salmon with cucumber or Welsh
rarebit, and whose Prospero is the doctor.
The third ease comprises the real thing
—the hereditary ghost, constantly as
sociated by skeptics -with its inferior and
spurious brethren,but utterly distinct in
its origin, its appearances and its habits.
Its origin is invasiably lost in the twi
light of fable. These ghosts arc essen
tially aristocratic; they scat fo wax
and wane, as certain trees are sai<l to do,
with the fortunes of a house to which
they are attached ; they never pass from
one family to another. You may come
into the mansion, but you cannot come
into the ghost of an old family. In the
grave of the last hereditary posses
sor are buried also the hereditary ghosts.
These ghosts, like good servants, are
seen and not heard. No objectless clank
ing of chains, rattling of bones, rumbling
ot barrels, and the like, ever accompany
them ; they are much too respectable for
that. They rarely make their appear
ance, and when they do, it is only a
glimpse that can be caught of them.
The breath of life is traditiou. Gray
haired butlers and superannuated nurses
are their chroniclers, and over the win
ter’s fire you may hear their story told.
Generation after generation their legend
is handed down with a weird accuracy
and a strange uniformity of detail;
nothing is exaggerated, nothing is lost—
whatever form the legend takes, so it re
mains, the same to-day as three hundred
years ago.
KXPORTING COTTOy GOODS.
The Fall River correspondent of the
Boston Journal writes that the beneficial
results accruing from the shipment of
cotton goods to England are becoming
every day more apparent, and the outlook
is decidedly hopeful and encouraging.
The success of Mr. George F. Hatha
way’s visit to England is shown in the
great activity and busy bustle among the
Fall River mills. About fifteen thousand
pieces of print cloths—one-eighth of the
entire production of the city—are now
exported each week, and for these goods
better net prices are received abroad than
at home. It has been said that the Fall
River manufacturers sought by this move
ment simply to “tide over” an unusually
depresaed period, and the inference has
been draw-n that with the return of a
brisk home demand they w-ould gladly
throw the goods back, again into the
home channels. But the developments
that have arisen from the endeavor have
given to the project a degree of certainty
and of permanence that the manufac
turers themselves did not anticipate.
The superiority of these goods as coin
pared with those of English manufacture
is readily apparent. Fhey are made of
better cotton, are firmer and of much
handsomer texture. The goods on the
other side are so filled with sizing that
when they come to be printed the shrink
age is enormous, averaging, it is said,
fully one-fifth, while the shrinkage of the
American cloths is comparatively trifling,
averaging at the outside not over o per
cent. In fact, so high an opinion have
the English manufacturers of the cottons
made on this side that they not unfre
quently place upon their foreign ship
ments the American trade mark in order
to dispose of them to better advantage.
ait a vi: as ii a At,
The revival ficling i 6frrwUr.tr v.
it hasn’t yet got down t.ntp.y;. %t>
affect arrearages on country r'-■**;■* ;<*■ -
books.
.. Massjicbiiw tts drink* nerr*- 1
berr than any of the forty-one *r.d
territories, the aggregate for ■ 7*3-
being 709,020 barrels.
When a Persian woman talks to
husband in a loud tone of voice, they
shut her up; that js to sav, they end
her to jail for thirty days.
Being stop}cd by highwaymen om
night in the city hall park, be said: “Gen
tlemen, I haven’t got any money, bu*
I’ll give you my note for three months.”
.. The government has aholished tbs
sunset gun at Indianapolis; but the sun,
strange to say, keeps going down as usual,
except, perhaps, a trtfl* later.
. A Kentucky judge lias decided that
a man has no right to harness his wife to
a plow, no, not even with a mule. And
yet women complain that they have no
rights.
. .There is a brilliant future foi the boy
who, when he sees a ton of coal coming
to the house, rushes to his mother, asks
for the peppermint, rolls on the floor and
groans, and says he has the cramps.
..An impecunious tramp offered a
cancelled postage stamp for sate at a high
price as a sacred relic, declaring that it
was from one of St. Paul’s letters to the
Corinthians. This is a hard wiuter.
They are going to explode 50,000
pounds of nitro-glvcerine at Hell Gate
next year, say the New York papers. It
is not wide enough at present to accom
modate the travel from New York and
Brooklyn.
..In marrying his wife’s daughter,
Mr. Parton becomes his own son-in-law,
in which case his wife is his mother-in-law.
It was probably the terror of this awful
mixing up of things that was the cause
of the Massachusetts law on the subject.
. .Cool and Nice. —
A hundred weight of ice for a paper dollar* I
Now! In the middle of this bright wintnre
On end stands the’’hair of the honsekeepare,
As she thinks what twill he in the midsuni
mare,
For ten cents a lump, weighing three pounds
spare,
Chipped in the presence of the purchasare!
. .Two young ladies wore discussing a
preference expressed by one of them lor
clean-shaved men, when the other was
heard to remark: “I don’t object to a
man with a reasonable quantity of hair
on his face, but I wouldn’t like to marry
a buffalo iobe.’’
. .The time for a man to stand firmly
by Job’ I .' example is when he washes his
face with home-made soap and begins to
paw around over the chairs with bis
eyes shut, inquiring for a towel, quick,
and is told that the towel is in the draw
er, but the keys are lost.
It was a Cheyenne small Ixiy who
being talked to by his Sunday-school
teacher on sins and frailties of the liodv,
was asked : “ Well, my son, what have
you beside this sinful body?” Quick as
thought the urchin responded: “ A clean
shirt and a nice new pair of breeches.”
, .The recent trial* St. Louis has
brought out the story of the old French,
man who had been tried for theft and
acquitted. As often as the offense was
thrown up to him he would reply: “Ze
pepe (the people) he say ‘ yes,’ but zo
court-house he say‘no.’ Aha! By gar!”
. When anybody asks you why ladie
require such a large amount of pin money,
refer them to the following figures: There
are now eight pin factories in the United
States, which make about -17,000,000
pins daily. In addition to these, the
importation of pins reaches 25,000,000
daily.
. We never like to deliver ourselves of
a bigoted or prejudiced sentiment, but a
long and virtuouslife has never succeeded
in eradicating from our mind the idea
that there is something wrong, physi
cally, mentally and morally, in the or
ganization of a man with his hair on his
shoulders.
. . When Alexander Wilson, the orni
thologist, w-as personally canvassing for
his great work, he tvent to Cincinnati,
then a town of a few- hundred houses,
and, according to his diary, “ visited a
number of the literati and wealthy of
Cincinnati, who all told me that they
would think of it, viz., of subscribing;
they are a very thoughtfnl people.” The
dry old joker!
. Cashmere shawls are a mere drug in
India. When Wales visited the Ma
harajah, the tent outside the house was
made of cashmere shawls, and the rooms
of the house were carpeted and the walls
draped with them, while the dais and
the canopy w-ere shrouded with those of
the most beautiful pattern and immense
value. It was better than an opening
day at a a spring bonnet grab.
.. The Detroit Free Press chap says
that when a man earning a salary of
fifteen dollars per week can dress his wife
as well as a mail earning ten thousand
dollars, what is the use of earning ten
thousand dollars? This on a par with
the philosopher “ J. F.’s” theory that
a lunatic who fancies he has a million of
dollars is no better than a man who has
the million, but doesn’t know how to
spend it.
Etta.— A gentleman residing in Illi
nois has a four-year daughter named
Etta, who frequently amuses herself by
placing the chairs in a row and calling
them a train of cars. One evening,
while thus engaged, Mr. 8., a friend of
the family, called, and unthinkingly oc
cupied one of the “cars.” Miss Etta,
not wishing to have her play disturbed,
stepped up and said: “ Mister, dis is a
train of tars.” “Oh!” said Mr. 8.,
“then I’ll be a passenger and take a
ride.” Little Etta was not at all satis
fied. After hesitating a moment she
said: “ Where do ’o want to dit off?”
Mr. B. replied: “ I’ll get off at Bloom
ington.” “ Well,” said Etta, demurely,
“dis is de place.”