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The Gainesville Eagle
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ITy REI) W INK & H A M
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TUB BKAUTIFVb LAND.
There's a beautiful land, by the Spoiler
untrod,
Unpolluted by sorrow or care;
It is lighted alone by the presence of God,
Whose Throne and whose Temple ate
there.
Its crystalline streams, with a murmurous
flow,
Meander through valleys of green,
And its mountains of jasper are bright in
the glow
Os splendor no mortal hath seen.
And throngs of glad singers, with jubilant
breath,
Make the air with their melodies rife;
And one known ,on earth as the Angel of
Death,
Walks Here as the Angel ot Life.
And infinite tenderness beams from his eyes,
On his brow is an infinite calm,
And his voice, as it thrills through the
depths cf the skies,
as sweet as the seraphim’s psaltn.
Through the amaranth groves of that Beau
tiful Land
Walk the souls who were faithful in this;
And their foreheads, star-crowned, by the
breezes are fanned,
That evermore murmur of bliss.
They taste the rich fruitage that hangs from
the trees,
And breathe the sweet odors of flowers
More fragrant than ever were kissed by the
breeze
In Araby’s loveliest bowers.
Old prophets, whose words were a spirit of
flame,
Blazing out o’er the darkness of time;
And martyrs, whose courage no torture
could tame,
Nor turn from their purpose sublime;
And saints and confessors, a numberless
throng.
'Who were loyal to truth and to right,
And left, au they walked through the dark
ness of wrong,
Their footprints encircled with light;
And the dear little children, who went to
their rest
l£re their lives had been milled by sir.
While the Angel of Morning sti i 1 irtu-l •>
guest
Their spirits’ pure temple within -
All are there, all are there, in tba . Beau d
Laud,
The Land by the Spoiler untied;
And their foreheads, star-crowned, by the
zephyrs are fanned
That blow from the Garden of God
My soul hath looked in, through the gate
way of dreams,
Ou tue CuyalJ Lii.'iiant with gold;
And beard (lie sweet flow of its murmurous
streams I
As through the green valleys they roll. |
. And though it still waits on this desolate
strand,
A stranger and pilgrim on earth,
Yet it knew, in that glimpse of the Beautiful
Land,
That it gazed on tho homo of its b.rth.
A Successful iVlfti* on Morals.
Boys, listen to me. I aiu not sixty
years old, and have made $50,000 by
my own exertions. I have a fair
English education and am tolerably
well informed; but had I only known
what I was capable of doing when I
was fourteen years old, I this day
could have twice the education, been
better informed, with a higher stan
dard of moia’s —a better and wiser
man in every respect, with double the
property. The trouble with me was
that 1 lost half of my valuable time
between fourteen and thirty, be
cause I thought there whs nothing
jn me and it was not worth while to
try-
I am persuaded that the same
feeling keeps many a man at the
bottom round of the ladder a 1 ’ his
life; whereas if ho would take hold
with a steady, firm hand, and go
slow, but sure, the result would cs
tonish him m thirty years, Try it,
boys; use rigid economy of time and
means; acquire all the useful kuowl-
* edge you can; keep your morals pure;
be strictly temperate; have faith in
God; always tell the truth. Your
reward will bo certain, both in time
fimd eternity. Remember that one
‘ounce of perseverance, seasoned with
truth, is worth a pound of bra’ua
without truth. The average man
places too high an estimate on brains
and money.
Boys what I have said is our Ai
m’mian doctrine, and is full of truth.
Now, let us hear the Ca’vmist’s side.
The sins of the parents are visited
upon the children to the third and
fourth generation. If your mother
was a wise woman, full of virtue and
truth; your father a model of firm
aess, temperance and truth; and
yourjgrand parents on both sides of
noble stock —there is no telling wh it
you may accomplish. But if your
mother was a weak woman, lacking
in virtue; your father a debauch and
your grand parents base
phanc.es are against you.
Blood wi’l tell, But the redeeming
point is this: Almost any of us have
J enough good blood in our veins, if
properly trained, to bring us to tho
trout so we can make our mark; and
cm» a e aye but few of us who have not
eiiQUgh bad blood in our make-up to
' sigk us to the lowest depths of infa
my, if indulged in. So, at last, we
h'ave our destiny greatly in our own
LiFUils.
Se veral wolves have been killed re
cently within a few miles of Clarks
ville Texas. They appear to bo ma
king their way into the settlements-
The property known as the Vir-
The Gainesville Eagle
VOL. XI IT.
TAKEN AT HIS WORD.
N.ilie Palmer was lying on the
lounge in her pretty bed-room, cry
ing, and looking very unhappy. And
yet she bad been married only six
months; and to such a “nice, hand
some man,” as all the young ladies
dec'arcfl, that surely she ought to
have been happy with him. And so
she had been, until—until, to tell t'.ie
truth—Mr Bob Palmer forgetting,
or seeming to forget, that he was a
married man, had recently taken to
flirting with these very young ladies,
at all the fairs and parties of Middle
ton, leaving his wife to take care of
herself. Surely it was enough to
make any six months’ wife cry—es
pecially one F i sensitive as Nellie.
Not that Mr. Robert Palmer loved
his littie wife any less than on the day
of his marriage—neither that Nellie
suspected h ; m of it, or for a moment
i o ibted his morals, any more than
she did his constancy. But Mr.
Palmer was a gay young man, and
loved to amuse himself and to be
amused. Ho liked the society if
pretty end lively women, both mar
ried and single, and, in a word, he
liked to flirt, and saw no harm. So,
while he hung over the young ladies’
chairs, laughing and paying gay
compliments, or promenaded the
halls end piazzas with the young
married ladies his wife would be
looking over a photograph album, or
conversing solemnly with some old
gentleman, or noticing some shy and
awkward child, while pretending to
be unconscious of her husband’s pro
ceedings. Not that she was com
pelled to employ herself in this dull
way—she, usually so bright and
pretty, and agreeable—but she had
no heait for anything else now. Os
late all her liveliness and chattiness
had left her, and she answered ab
tently, and smiled listlessly, and if
compelled to dance or sing, did so
out of time and out of tune, to her
husband’s great vexation. It is thus
that m ny a young wife settles down
into a dull and faded old woman,
whilst her husband grows handsomer
and heartier, and wonders what on
earth could have so changed her.
“Hallo! been crying again, I de
clare! exclaimed Mr. Bob Palmer,
suddenly ceasing his little whistle, as
be entered the room, on returning
from his office. “What’s the trouble
now, Nellie? Canary refused to sing,
or Madame Viglini Lot put flowers
enough in your new bonnet?’’
“Oh, Bob, how can you? sobbed
p.ocr Nellie, beginning afresh •
“Look here, Ellen,” said her hus
band, sitting down on the lounge,
and speaking more seriously; “I
don’t like this at all. I never come
home 'hat your eyes arc not red and
swollen with crying. What have
you to cry about, I should like to
know? It’s an insult tome to go
Hireling about tho house after this
ishioa, and moping away in corners,
joking sui’en and miserable, as you
did last night, at Mrs. Malin’s. Why,
peop’e wi'i think me a perfect do
mestic tyrant.”
“Ah, Bob, don’t speak so! I can’t
help it, indeed. Ido feel so misera
ble. You make mo so, Bob.”
“1 ' Well, that is rich! Perhaps
you”! be good enough to let me know
of what enormity I’ve been guilty,
that has turned you into a modern
Niobe? ’
‘ Nothing wrong, dear; but,
oh! if you knew how much a wife
ihinka of her husband’s love, and—”
here poor Nellie broke down again.
Mr. Palmer’s eyes opened very wide-
“Whew!” whistled he, “if this
isn’t really absurd. So, she’s jeal
ous 1 ’
“Indeed no, dear Bob, by.t—but— ’’
she could hard’y speak for the chok
ing in her throat—“you can’t under
stand the pride a woman takes in
having her husband trust her with
affection and respect before every
one, or how it humbles and morti
fies her to be neglected by him, and
have other women consider them
selves her rivals —like Isabel Ya
dou. ,
Mr. Bob Palmer laughed outright,
and then he grew angry.
“You’re an absurd little fool, Nel
lie, ’ he said. “As if Isabel Vaden
were anything to me beyond a lively
and agreeable young woman to
amuse one’s self with at a party.
Nonsense!’’
“She don’t think so,” said Nellie;
‘Jand —and the others don’t think so.
They all think you are getting tired
of your wife, and Isabel flatters her
self that she has cut mo out, and is
trying to let people see it.”
“Fiddlesticks!’ said Bob, rising
impatiently from the lounge, “I’m
astonished at you, Nellie, and had
really given you credit for more
sense, as weli as temper,” he added
more severely. “I wish you'd amuse
yourself in society, as I do, instead
of going moping about in this sash
ion. You can’t expect to have me
tiedaays to your apron-strings;
and I’d much rather see you flirting
a little yourself, than skulking away
in Deles and comers, like a spider,
watching your butteidy of a husband,
to a. o ; i you can t dcte'.t him in do
ing wrong. You make me quite
ashamed of you, I deciare.’’
Mr. Palmer took his hat and
walked out of the room with an air
of mingled dignity and injured inno
cence, His wife sat up, wiped away
her tears, and mused awhile with
eyes flashing and cheeks flushed
with wounded and indignant feel
ing.
“Yes,’ she said to herself, “since
he has requested it, I will amuse my
seif ‘as he doss, and see how he likes
it! Ashamed of me, is he? And he
did not used to be so when I was gay
and happy. Oh, Bob, if you only
knew how I loved you!” And once
more, despite her resolutely closing
her eyes, and pressing her fingers
upon them, the tears would come.
There was to be, that very even
ing, a party at Colonel Johnston’s,
and Nellie took particular pains in
dressing herself for it. She had been
iof late rather careless on this point,
and was now rewarded for her extra
care hv her bnab -
GAINESVILLE, GA., FRIDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 19, 1879.
consequenc her eyes and cheeks were
brighter, and her spirits more buov
ant, as she entered Mrs. Johnston 'a
crowded drawing-rooms. Scarcely
had they paid their respects to ths
hostess, when Mr. Palmer accosted,
or rather was accosted by Miss Va
den, a brilliant, confident girl, who
had tried to ensnare him before his
marriage; and at the same moment
a gentleman addressed Mrs. Palmer,
She answered mechanically, unable
to withdraw her attention entirely
from her husband and his compan
ion, until seeing something in Miss
Vaden’s glance at herself which she
did not like, her pride again awoke,
and she turned, as with a sudden
determination, to the gentleman at
her side. He was a recent comer to
the town—very pleasant and hand
some—and Nellie Palmer forthwith
began to try to make herself agreea
ble to him. He looked so pleased,
and was himself so agreeable, that it
soon cost her no effort to converse;
and then her old lively spirits re
turned, and to her own surprise she
found that she enjoyed herself. Her
husband didn’t much notice this, but
Miss Vaden did; and her flirting with
Mr. Palmer lost much of its charm,
now that his wife did not appear
mortified and jealous, and that peo
ple couldn’t see that she was so.
Wherefore Miss Vaden grew indif
ferent, and Mr. Palmer bethought
himself to look after his wife. Not
finding her looking over photograph
albums, nor taking to deaf old Mr.
Brown, neither in any of the “holes
and corners” which she was wont of
late to frequent, he became rather
puzzled.
“She’s got in the dumps again, I
suppose,” was his thought, “and is
trying to disguise it under pretense
of being sick. Dare say I shall find
her cryiug in the ladies’ dressing
room, or fainting away in tho con
servatory, with fans and smelling
bottles round her—or perhaps she’s
gone home, ’
At that very instant a little laugh
at his elbow startled him, and turn
ing be saw Nellie, bright and flushed,
talking to a very handsome man,
who appeared quite absorbed in her.
Mr. Palmer stared a moment at the
unconscious couple.
“Why, the deuce!’’ was his thought;
“what on earth can they have been
talking about all this while ?” Then
suddenly meeting his wife’s eyes, he
smiled, and whispered:—
“Enjoying yourself, Nell?”
He passed on, but didn’t go far;
and as he stood whispering soft noth
ings to sentimental Kate Marshall,
his eyes occasionally wandered to his
wife. How pretty she was looking;
and how gay she was; and how co
quettishiy she was exchanging light
repartees with that flirting fellow,
Tom Harrison. And all the while
the hanlsome stranger never left
her side. It was perfectly evident
that he admired her. “If she were
not a married woman he would cer
tainly fall in love with her—she—my
wife;” and he felt a littie resentful of
the admiration.
Nellie Palmer had never sung more
sweetly or danced more gracefully
than upon this evening.
“Don’t you think, Nell, you’ve
danced enough for one night?’’ said
her hueband, toward the close of the
evening; “for a married woman?” he
added.
“Perhaps, so,” she answered cheer
fully, “but I’ve enjoyed myself so
much I Really, I almost forgot that
I am a married woman, and felt like
a girl again.”
“And behaved like one,” be said
rather coolly. “Who is that fellow
that has been in attendance upon
you all the evening ?” he inquired,
as they walked toward the dressing
room.
“That remarhable handsome mau,
with the expressive dark eyes, do
you mean?”
“I never noticed his eyes, or that
he was at all remarkably handsome,’
he answered, stiffly.
“Oh, I thought yo 1 mean Captain
LovellJ of the Fourth Artillery. Ah !
here he is—just one moment, dear—
I quite forgot——” And Nellie spoke
a few words to the captain in pass
ing, of which her husband could dis
tinguish only something about “that
book.’’
“Upon my word,” ho said, sarcasti
cally, “you appear very intimate al
ready.’’
“Because, love, we’ve discovered
that were congenial spirits. We
like the same things— music,
scenery; indeed, everything—and
have the same opinions on most sub
jects. You know how pleasant it is
to meet with one who can compre
hend you—not your outer self mere
ly, but with it sort of soul sympa
thy.’’
“Soul fiddlesticks!’’
“You never did have much senti
ment,'.’ Bob,” sighed Ifeliie, in an in
jured tone.
“Sentiment be——. Come, Nellie,
be quick with your wrappings. It has
been a stupid evening, and I shall be
glad to get home and to bed.”
When Mr. Robert Palmer came
home next day, he found his wife,
not crying in her bed-room, out m
the parlor practicing a new song.
“Captain Love! called this morn
ing,” she said; “and I have promised
to sing this for him at Mrs. Camp
bell’s.”
“Ah!“ he answered, with an ex
pression of supreme indifference;
and as bis wife again struck up with
the first notes he muttered to himself
—“Condfound Captain Lovel!”
At Mrs. Campbell’s Captain Lovel
was again in attendance upon pretty
Mrs, Palmer; and then other gentle
men discovered her attract ons —her
piquancy, and coquettisimess, and
flirtabless: and so in a very few
weeks Mrs. Palmer was a belie. She
did not seem in the least to care who
her husband was attending upon,
and indeed he could very rarely get
a word with her at all, when at the
gay assembles which they constantly
frequented. He sometimes gave her
a hint that she was “no longer a
girl, and that he was her husband-
fully, and felt herself more a belle
than even when a girl—which was
true, because she did not flirt then,
being absorbed heart and soul in
Bob Palmer. But now it was Cap
tain Lovel who appeared chiefly to
occupy her thoughts, as well as a
good part of her time. She sang
and danced with him; she road the
books he sent; and so freauent were
his visits, so constant his attentions,
that at last Mr. Robert Palmer's
wrath burst forth.
“Ellen,’’ he said, as the door closed
on the departing captain and his im
posing uniform. “I really cannot
permit this to go on any longer.
Your conduct is to me most unex
pected—most astounding. You are
by far too intimate with this fellow,
Lovel, He is constantly in my
house, and last evening he scarcely
left your side, while you stood for
two hours the centre of a group of
chatting, grinning poppiujays, like
himself.”
“Why Bob, you yourself blamed
me for playing wallflower and ‘spi
der,’ and said you were ashamed of
me.’’
“I am much more ashamed of you
now,” he retorted, severely.
“Now, dear, that quite unreason i
ble of you Didn’t you tell me that
I would please you by enjoying my
self, and flirting a little? You know
you did,” added Nellie, reproachfully,
“and now that lam obeying you,
you get jealous.”
“Jealous? not I! But I am of
fended and insulted—yes, and dis
gusted as well. If only you could
hear the remarks about yourself and
that Lovel ” i
“Similar to those that I heard iu
regard to yourself and Miss Vaden, I
presume?” said his wife.
“What was Miss Vaden to ma?” ]
he demanded, angrily.
“And wbat is Captain Lovel is 1
me?” 1
“You encourage him, madam. You
flirt with him.”
“As you did with Isabel Vaden.”
“A man may do what is not per '
missablo in woman.”
“Ah, that is it,” said Nellie, with
her old sigh, “You men may neglect 1
a wife —may wear out her heart and '
her life with anguish—may expose
her to the pity or ridicule of all her
acquaintance by showing devotion to
another—and she, poor slave, must
not presume to turn, may even the
trampled worm, but must bear all in
meek silence, never even imploring
for mercy, lest she offend her lord.
But I have bad enough of this, Bob;
and now as you do to me will I do to
you I know you don't care a bit
more for Isabel Vaden than I
do for Captain Lovel—but I will
not be neglected and humbled in
sight of the whole world, lam not
a slave but a wife, and demand the
honor due to me j”
Her mood was a new one to hor
husband. She sat erect and proud,
looking him steadily in the face with
bright clear eyes, in whose depths he
could still read a great tenderness;
and he at once comprehended the
whole matter. He looked at her a
moment, as steadily as she at him,
and then he rose and took a seat by '
her aide.
“And you really care nothing for
this Lovel, Nellie!’’
“No more than I ought to do for
my cousin Laura’s affianced husband,”
she replied.
“This six months —before I met
him; and I would have told you of
it, but———''
Sho stopped and looked half arch
ly in his face. He understood her,
and taking her in his arms, kissed
her tenderly.
“Oh, Bob, how could you ever have
doubted me ?”
“I will do so no more, love!’
“Never flirt any more?”
“Nover I”
And he kept his word,
Be Careitii of Your Words.
Nothing in this world so certainly
proclaims the loafer as to make.yulgar
remarks about women .The true gen
tleman never speaks of women other
than in a respectful manner. In
some places it is fashionable for men
and youths to congregate and waste
hours in telling smutty stories, in
which somebody’s wife, mother, sister
or daghter, is besliined and lowered
iu the estimation of all who will lis
ten to the slime which flows on the
current of indecent language.
To speak vulgarly of any woman is
no mark of manhood. To make
them the subject of brutal, indecent
jokes or remarks is no evidence of
wit or honor. The man who soils
clean garments, throws filth upon
tne walls of his room or over beauti
ful flowers he would wear in his but
ton hole, makes trouble for himself.
The boy or man who speaks other
than respectfully of woman, gradual
ly fills his soul with such a feeling of
disrespect for woman—gradually ed
ucate® himself to look upon her only
as an animal, and then, after mrriage
finds nimself always in doubt as to
the purity and goodness of woman
and too often dark and troubled for
fear lest his own wife, mother, sister
or daughter is realjy the being of
whom he has spqken so many vulgar
foolish, senseless words.
That man is the happiest with his
wife whose words ana conversation
of woman is ever courteous, noble
and refined. No man can love that
for which he has no respect, and in
which he has not full confidence.
Tne man who is vulgar in his speech
of woman is very seldom virtuous.
The man who is indecent jn bis talk
acout woman never can be entirely
happy with one, for he associates
something born of his vulgar fancy.
We have often felt sore, aick and
iibhamad of men who good friends,
at hearing them regale select parties
with stories of how they slyly kissed
this girl ardently hugged that one
excited one man's wife, and at last
after a careful approach of hand
squeezing, kisses, stolen embraces
effected the seduction of another
man’u 1
)! for women and for their own wives,
after receiving a saloon or bar-room
I education in nastiness. The man
, who makes common talk of woman
I soon ceases to have respect for her.
If he have not proper respect for
woman, love for his own wife cannot
long continue. After listening to
lies and yarns about them he will
soon come to lose confidence in his
own wife, mother or sisters. Then
he goes on, step by step, till the sa
cred marriage relation is forgotten
and at last his wife, from spite or in
despair, seeks revenge by giving
away her honor, becoming intimate
with some one who has attracted her
fancy, and then, nine times out of
ten, her “lover” relates his experi
ence to a chosen few, and thus socie
ty is demoralized.
Boys—men. If you would be gen
tlemen; if you value future happi
ness and would secure and retain
the love of a good woman, do not,
we pray of you, give your tongues
to vulgar speech and smutty con
versation in the effort, to drag wo
na.-ply purity to ? <Le >evel of your
own low desires. And remember
this. The kind, noble husband nev
er makes remarks in the presence of
his own wife to make her blush for
shame or feel humiliated at his idea
of wit. Men should be polite to all
women, and more polite and tender
to their own wives than to ail other
persons in the world. Thus it is
that men become noble and wives
love them all the more, even as good
men worship wives who are above
that smut and looseness of conversa
tion to which no lady v .il listen at
any time or place.
‘
An* Arkansas il.-itor.
Colonel Orzo J. Dodd, lute mem
ber of congress from the first district
of Ohio, tells a good story about a
call he recently received at his
office from a mau who claimed to be
an editor from Arkansas. He was a
very seedy looking chap, and appear
ed as th-ox-.gh he had but recently
come off from about a six weeks
spree. Bowing profoundly, then
strik-ng an attitude, with one hand
ou his heart and the other extending
a badly used plug hat, he exclaimed
with a dramatic air:
“Have I the honor of addressing
the Hon Orzo J. Dodds?”
“My name is Dodds, but lam no
longer an honorable ” said the colo
nel
“Not rn honorable? Dodds not
an honorable ? Now, by St. Paul,
when I cm scan that honest face, on
which a l l the gods do seem
to set their seal—'(‘Green seal,’ mur
mured Dodds to himself)—l read
nothing dishonorable.”
“That's rjg.ixi» ’ said Dodds; “never
read any Luing dishonorable. But to
business ’
“Yes, as you say, to business. I
am a printer—l might say with no
unbecoming blush s t editor. lam
from the noble State of Arkansaw,
the only State, by the way, able and
willing to support two governments
at the same time. Much have I
been tossed through the ire of cruel
Juno, and ”
“Juno how it is yourself,” broke in
the Colonel.
"Biiflbted by the world’s rude
storrue, jou see me here a stranded i
wreck Scarce three months past I i
left my office in charge of my worthy
foreman, and sought the peaceful
vales and calm retreats of the Musk
ingum valley, where my childhood >
sported. Returning I stopped in
Cincinnati. I fell into evil company
and —but why dwell on details?
Enough that I am —disheartened,
iu ned, broke ! A mark for scorn to
point her slow, unerring finger at.
As I was about to give up in despair
having given up everything else I
had, I thought of you, Sir, lam
here. You have net sent for me, but i
I have come ! Your name, sir, is
known and honored from one end of '
this great Republic to the other. It i
“Glows in the stars,
Refreshes in tho breeze, ,
Warms in the sun,
And blossoms on the trees. ”
When the national treasury was
threatened by a horde of greedy
congressmen, you stood like a wall
of adamant between the people
and those infamous salary grabbers. I
Lend me a dollar I” ■ -
“My dear sir, ’ the colonel hastened
to explain, “you mistake the case en
tirely. I was one of the gi abbers.’’
“You were?” (Grasping tho Colo
nel’s hand warmly.) “So much the
better 1 Let me congratulate you
that a parsimonious public could not
frighten you out of what was a fair
renumeratioa for your invaluable
services. lam glad that your pecu
niary circumstances are so much
better than I supposed. Make it two
dollars !’’
4nd the Cqlrnel did. It was the
only clean thing left for him to do
The Fate ot Arctic Explorers.
Behring Strait deserves its name
from Vitus Behring, u Russian Na
val Captain iu the service cf Peter
the Great, who died from ■ xposure
on the Arctic coast nearly a century
and a half ago. Baffin, whose name
is borne by the bay which h : diccov
ered, met a violent death. James
Hall, under whom he bad previously
served, meta similar fate. Still ear
lier in date Sir Hugh Willoughby, i
who sailed to discover a northeast 1
passage, was, with his w hole crew, '
frozen to death. Sir Hendrick Hud
son became famous as a discoverer, j
and his voyage to the mouth of the ’
river which bears his name was sim :
ply because his crew would not en- ;
dure the severity of the Northern ■
climate. He afterwards discovered
Hudson’s Bay, and on his return
voyage was the victim of a mutinous
crew. Gosnold who discovered
Massachusetts and gave Cape Cod
name, died miserably on the James
River. Captain Cook was slain and
eaten by cannibals. Sir John Rjss,
who many years afterwards under
took an exploring voyage w.t- im- :
I priced |” <
0.-3 i Admr. of John Tuggle, dec. [
, than a mere reference here, bu‘ it
i may be added that Dr. Kane, who
immanded the Grinnell expedition
was a martyr to his enthusiasm. The
disease which he contracted while in
search of Sir John Franklin carried
him to the grave soon after his re
turn. He died early, but had alrea
dy won distinction and conferred
honor upon his country.
A Peace-Making Lawyer.
Lawyers are net supposed to mer
it, as a class, the blessing pronoun
ced upon peace makers; but even
Dr. Johnson, who hated the legal
fraternity, was once led to write an
epitaph on a peace-making lawyer.
The doctor was passing a church
yard, and seeing some people weep
ing over a grave, aaked a woman why
they wept.
“Ob,” said she, “we have lost our
precious lawyer, Justice Randall!
He kept us from going to law—the
best man who ever lived on the
earth.”
“Weil,” said Johnson, “I will write
you an epitaph to put on his tomb.”
Itjreaa:
God workn wonders now and then—
Here lies a lav. er—an hon- it man.
If Johnson had lived a century
later, and made the acquaintance of
Judge Ryland, of Missouri, he mieffit
have wiltten a sin ’ar epitaph.
More than once the Judge was heard
to say:
“I would rather give SIOO out of
my own pocket to avoid a suit be
tween neighbors than to gain SSOO by
prosecuting one.”
This pacific lawyer was once asked
by a gentleman belonging to an in
fluential family in that State to
bring a suit against a brother for
sb 'dcr,
“Go home/’ said the Judge, after
listening to tne complaint, “fall on
your knees three times a day for a
week, and pray God to forgive you
for unkind feelings
against a brother. If at the end of
that time you are still determined
to bring the suit the suit, return to
me and we will consult about the
case.”
“Tuat is strange counsel for a
lawyer to give,” remarked the man,
amazed that a lawyer should decline
a suit.
“Yes, but it is the best I can now
give you.”
Before the week had ended, the
man returned and told the Judge
that he had concluded not to bring
the suit.
Pike’s Peak.
Perhaps there is no ploce in the
world where you get so much for
your money as at Pike’s Peak. The
ascent of this knoll is ft* ll of pleasing
incidents, rain, snow, hail and thun
der—in fact, no pains are spared to 1
make the climb an incident that is
never to be forgotten. The latest i
attraction that has been added to ,
the delights of this hill is a stroke of j
lightning to encourage the tourists
A temperance lecturer was jogging
upward a couple of weeks ago. <
Knowing that no amount of cold wa- i
ter would affect a cold water man in (
the least, the old mountain turned on
its electric batteries. His wife, who
was riding beside him, heard what 1
she at first- supposed was a pistol 1
shot, and then saw a stream of fire f
run from the telegraph wires to his j
head. The horse stumbled and the
man fell heavily to the ground. Her
own horse threw her backward and 1
then plunged down the mountain 1
side. She went to the assistance of (
her husband, and found the mark of
the lightening just above hi« loft '
ear. Ho was unconscious for an hour I
but his wife was finally able to set <
him on his feet and to lead him 1
along the trail until they could find t
their horses. The man was not kill
ed, and now he has something to (
talk about all the rest of his life. 1
There is no extra charge for a stroke <
of lightning, except, of course, the '
regular electric charge of the
clouds,
1
A Hungry Insect. ,
There is always something appear- <
ing to poster the agricultural com- 1
rajinity. Sometimes it ia a new-fan- ,
gled bug, and again it is an improved .
worm, and next a double back action 1
fly; but they all apparently come for
the same purpose, and that is to eat
up something up. It is our sorrow
ful duty to announce a new pest that
will carry dismay to many a happy 1
homestead. It is a small, red insect ;
something like a winged ant, and it i
is exceedingly hungry. These in- ;
sects do not care for wheat or cab- l
bage or turnips, but they love to dine I
on that unprotected pet of the farm
ing community, the guiltless potato ;
bug. This miserable insect destroys
the larvio of the bug, and if the old i
bug himself comes in the way and
objects, it makes no bones of dining :
on the bug himself. The grief of
the farmer who purchases Paris
green as a delicacy for his pet bugs
may be imagined. It is not yet known
whether anything can be done to
save the unfortunate potato bugs
from the ravages of this marauder,
but no doubt science will yet devise
a means of protection, and therefore
it is to be hoped that the agricultu
ral interests of this great and glori
ous country will not be paralyzed by
I the advent of this voracious insect.
I Still this hope is tinged with sadness
' for wo hear from the West that many
i estimable potato bugs have already
i fallen u prey to the insatiate destroy-
j er ’
The f.How ing is told of a young
I gentleman wh < grauuted recently.
Ou the examination in physics, he
was asked: Mr. , what planets
were known to the ancients ?” “Well,
sir,” he responded, “there were Ve
nus and Jupiter, and’’—after a
pause—“l think ihe Earth, but I’m
not quite certain.”
iu & certain s noimal
. sell -ui the w r i ‘ e iftharist” w m giv
oc 31.2' ‘ J. B. AL WINBURN,
Ordinary. |
t OUR NEW YORK LETTER.
>
i Renewal of Business—Amusement ?
j WKnglisli Troubles—The Elections—
t Great Walking Match, Etc.
New York, Sept. 8, 1879.
j The city is beginning to assume
the usual act’vity which commences
with the opening of the fall trade
and the return of business and pro
fessional men from their iong sum
mer vacations. Amusements are
scarcely fully opened up yet, but
these, which r rom present indications
Will be unusually grand, will quickly
follow the activity in other circles.
Business bids fair to be on a firmer
and better basis thi •. winter than for
several years past, and we think it
safe to predict a marked improve
ment on the times.
England, great as she is, seems to
be continually in trouble. With the
account of the bloody Zulu ''war still
fresh in the memory of her people, a
new cause of disturbance has sud
denly arisen, and in a most exciting
manner in Afghanistan. Our for
eign dispatches announce the sad in
telligence that the English envoy to
Cabul, who recently entered that
city in triumph, has been massacred
by a mob of insurgent soldiers. It
appears from the latest telegrams
that the mob attacked several Eng
lish officers in the street, and after
stoning them, rushed to the British
embassy and attacked it. The force
defending the embassy numbered
but seventy-nine men, and although
small in number as contrasted with
the multitudes to which they were
opposed, they fought with that brav
ery which is so characteristic of the
British soldier. After the building
had been fired, the survivors sallied
out and fought desperately; but all
were killed, including Major Cavag
nan. The British forces are rapidly
adv a upon Cabal, and ere long
wdi have revenge on those
who participated in this terrible out
rage.
As the time for election approaches
the excitement among the politicians
increases. The republican State
convention was held at Saratoga last
week, when Senator Conkling, acting
as temporary chairman, made a chai
aoteristic speech, reviewing in a very
forcible manner the political issues
of the day. Vice President Wheeler
was elected permanent chairman
and on ascending to the platform he
was greeted with liberal cheers, and
made a lengthy address to the con
vention. The ticket nominated is
considered as a strong one, and the
republicans throughout the Sttite are
confidant of success. ,
The democretic convention will
meet at Syracuse this week, and
their action thus far tend to indicate 1
that it will be one of intense excite- 1
ment.
The pedestrian contest for the Ast- ]
ley be’.t, lately won by Mr. E. P. <
Weston, will commence in this city 1
on the evening of September 21, to 1
continue six days. Among the noted j
pedestrians who have entered are
Charles Rowell, Geo. Hazael and (
Wm. Corkey, of England; E. P. Wes- <
ton, of Rhode Island; P. F. Panchot <
of Buffalo; Geo. Guyon and John '
Ennis, of Chicago; and W. H. But- ,
cher and Fred Krohne, of New York. ]
The contest will in all probability be I
one of the most exeding ones that
has ever taken place in this city;
with so many noted professionals
entered it is generally believed that
the women will make a better record
than that lately attained by Weston
in England.
G. W. M.
About Editors.
Every editor loves to have his
friends, and particularly his readers,
call on him. They belong to the
same family, as it were. But when
you call to see the Jitor, do ; stay 1
too long. Editors are generdiy , <
busy in business liour-*. li , i u.r« ;
a suggestion to make, or mv.to
communicate, state i> in 'lie h_web :
words possible. Don’t oil’.r u„y ex
cuses, or indulge in a long pn face ta
what you have to siy. Blurt it
right out, tell the editor you wish
him well, and bid him gooi-day.
Editors dote on such men as that;
they love to receive calls from them, i
Don’t argue with him—don’t try to
do it. They have no time for argu
ment while at work
When you write to an editor for
publication, make it short—boil it
down. Pitch right into the middle
of your subject, and be sure to stop
when you are through. Editors al
ways like something frosh and origi
nal it- the way of communications,
>l. cially fond of news. But
t-L 'lst always be the judge
of we... ... .vorthy of publication. Os
course, every writer thinks nis own
publication the best, just us every
mother thinks her baby the prettiest
that was ever born. But the editor
may be so s.upid as to have a differ
ent opinion. If so, it can’t be helped
Don’t try to argue him oi.t of bis no
tion, if he is too stupid to remedy his
dullness. You may think you are a
great deal smarter than the editor
and this may be true; but the editor
may be responsible, and you are not.
There is no class of people so anxi
ous to please a majority of people as
SMALL BITS
Or Vai ions Kinds Carelessly thrown To
geHier.
Mule wagons are called “prarie
schooners,” by the Mexicans.
_ Water is used in Cincinnati at th©
, rate of 13,000.000 gallons per diem
A coiled up black snake in Wind
ham was mistaken for & bushel of
• whortle berries.
One of the leading married ladies
of Cheyenne asserts her independence
by smoking in the streets.
Two San Francisco girls ordered
eighty five dresses from Berlin. The
5 “old man” owns a gold mine.
Lake Superior promises a larger
yield of iron and copper this year
than in any other pievious one.
They stop runaway horses in Ro
chester by opening the swing bridges
tied letting them drop into the ca
nal.
Whatever Midas touched turned
into gold. In these days touch a
man with gold and he wi.l turn into
anything.
A lady spoke to a Wisconsin farm
er and ho confusedly threw a. stone
at her and took off bi s hat to a cow
he was driving.
A mineral which performs all the
duties of soap and has an aromatic
odor has been discovered 1 a immense
quantities near lowa city.
The oldest inhabitant has no rec
ollection of a summer when wo had
so much lighting. Os course his
statement does not apply to New Jer
sy-
“How is you wife’s health ?” said
one Sunday school teacher to anoth
er; “is she well?” “Weil? -hardly
ever,’’ was the response. The ques
tioner gazed sternly at the ques
tioned, but finding he mean! it, put
up his revolver.
Mr. Keeley, the motor man, pours
a glass of water in his invention and
it raises to 15,000 pounds. This is
pretty good for water, but pour a
glass of whiskey into a man and he
will raise n—, well, considerable
more than 15,000 pounds. It is to •
be hoped, though, that Mr. Keely
will stick to water.
Cottage lawns atNewport and New
London surpass all others for elabo
rate completeness and artificial pre
cision. Men are employed to roll
the grass and gravel walks constant
!y, place every pebble in its [dace,
and clip every green blade which af
ter micoscopic inspection, is one
hundredth of an inch above its fol
lows.
It isn’t the frail, delicate girl, with
the soft, gazelle-like eye, that the
divine afflatus of spring poetry rests
upon. The genius of rhyme and
rhythm is more often found in the
robust and somewhat wrinkle . maid
en of forty summers, with a good ap
petite and superb digestion. Young
man, beware of the rhyming female.
She is the most expensive kind to
feed.
A farmer who had engaged the
services of a son of the Emerald Isle
sect him out one morning to harrow
a piece of ground. He had not
worked long before all the teeth
came out of the harrow. Presently
the farmer went out. into the field-to
take note of Pat’s progress, and ask
ed him how he liked harrowing.
“Ob,” replied Pat, “it goes a bit
smoother since the pegs are out.’’
A new ano timely toy has been in
vented by an ingenious mechanic of
this city. It is a minature steamboat
the machinery of which, on being
wound up, explodes by means of a
spring, scattering portions of the
boat, and little men women and
children, by which it is occupied, in
every direction. The object of this
pleasing toy is to familiarize children
early with the contingencies of steam
boat travel.
No State in the Union has a more
complete railway system than New
Jersey, and in none are capital and
enterprise doing more for the promo
tion of the public convenience and
comfort by the construction of
through and local lines. During the
last ten years every county in the
State has been brought into direct
communication by rail with the cen
tres of population and trade, and as
a result there has beet: z v.ondeful
rise in the value of property and a
rapid growth in very m.-tny localities
in all the elements of prosperity.
Mrs. Swisshelm has sound views
on house building. She says: “Your
crook-s pined, hump -shouldered
house, with a wen on one side, a
wart on the othe, a factory chimney
on the door, and pilot house on the
the roof, may make an in Testing
feature in a landscape, but for a
house to live in, common I ia-> to the
generous old aputi- ni ineiou, such
aa do most abound in t e rural dis
tricts of the Keystone State. The
v.. ih centre hail, rooms on each side
an L kitchen, lor i-omestead archi
tecture, nevtr lias teen and never
can be < quail;.d.
The great tunnel through the Sier
ra Nevada is to be five miles long,
nineteen feet high, and twenty-one
feet wide Its coat is to be $15,000,-
000. The contractor for the work,
Col. von Schmidt, is an engineer of
some renown, whose principal works
in this country have been the exca
vation of the famous San Francisco
Dry Dock, blasted in a ledg- of solid
rod, and the demolition of Blossom
Rock, San Francisco Bay, by subma
rine excavation and blasting. Tu •
Sierra tunnel w.il permit the pasjago
of the Central Pacific Riilroa i track
and a canal to supply Siu Francisco
with water from Lake Tahoe.
A.Q JuStSTQ Hi&ll WiiO iit«S L»gull
traveling in Oiegon, complains that
ha found the people well to do in a
certain way, but careless, and living
in a thriftless, easy-going slip-shod
ctyle, much as in the days when eve
rybody bad gold-dust and cattle upon
a thousand hills. And he illustrates
their thnftlossness by a little storv,
that one time, thinking he would rel
ish some milk, he called at several
farmhouses in vain lor it, the invari
able answer being—" Well you see
in the summer time the enurj
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