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The Gainesville Eagle Published Every Friday Morning ITy REI) W INK & H A M The Official Organ of Hall, Banks, Towns, Rabun, Union and Dawson counties, and the city of Gainesville. Has a large general circulation in twelve other counties in Northeast Georgia, and two counties in Western North Carolina. -A-dVortisiiig atcs. From anddncljding this date the rates of adver tising in the Eagle will be as follows: Sheriff's sales, for each levy of one inch $2 50 Each additional inch or fraction 2 50 Mortgage sales [6O days] one inch 5 00 Each add tional inch or fraction 3 00 Executors' administrators' and guardians sales, oneiich 4 00 Each additional inch 1 50 Notice to debtors and creditors 4 00 Citation for letters of administration or guar dianship 4 uO Notice of application for leave to sell land 4 00 Letters of dismission—executor, administrator or guardian 6 00 Kstray notices 4 0 ■Citations of unrepresented estates 4 00 Homestead notices 2 00 Rule Ni. 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Advertisements sent in without instructions will be published until or dered out, and charged for accordingly. Transient advertisements from unknown parties must be paid for in advance. 4Gjf- Address all orders and remittances to BEpWINE & HAM, Gainesville, Ga 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 NO. 37