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EDI 1 OKI A L EAG EETS.
In eleven Vermont towns the
population has fallen off twelve per
cent, since the census of 1870.
The number of deaths in New York
City iast week reached 1,297, the
highest mortality the city has known
in a single week for many ears.
Col. Tom Scott is an ardent and
* enthusiastic supporter of Gen. Han
cock, and this will count in Pennsyl
vania.
Gen. Hancock is six feet two
finches high and weighs two hundred
and eighty pounds. W. H. English
is six feet high and weighs two hun
drccl pounds.
The board of trustees of the Cin
cinnati Southern railroad continues
passenger fare at two cents a mile,
and this troubles the Louisville and
Nashville folks.
Gen. Rosecruns, who is now in
California, will heartily support Han
cock and English. He acted as
chairman of the great ratification
meeting recently held in San Fran
cisco.
Col. John A. Wimpy, the first re
publican candidate for congress in
this district, (now a resident of At
lanta,) repudiates republicanism,
and declares for Hancock and En
glish.
And now some of the stalwarts
charge that Mr. Hayes and John
Sherman are doing all they can to
irritate the Grant men into going
back on Garfield, It is not a happy
family by any means.
We would like to know if the Ath
ens Banner still thinks rhe advice
given by Mr. Hill in his ‘‘notes on
the situation” and the utterances of
the bush-arbor speeches in 1868 were
wise, and dots that paper continue
to stand by them ?
V< hen a democratic! congressman
has so depend upon such bitter radi
cal sheets as the Washington lie
publican, to have his vanity fanned,
plain and unsophisticated people will
not be astonished when they find
the same individual trying to ride
two horses.
- On Thursday evening of last week
Mr. Stephens addressed the people
of Augusta, on the political ques
tions now before the country. He
passed high encomiums on Hancock
and English, and gave it as his opin
ion that they would be overwhelm
ingly elected in November.
Robert Raikes, the founder of
Sunday schools in England one hun
dred years ago, and to whose memo
ry a statute has recently been erected
on the banks of the Thames, had
little conception, while in life, of the
grand and glorious work he was
inaugurating.
General Hancock has been to call
on Gov. Tilden, and has accepted an
invitation to visit the old sage at his
/ country residence, Greystone. The
k most cordial relations are now es
tablished between these gentlemen,
and Kelly having buried the hatchet,
New York State will be solid for
Hancock and democracy.
Mr. Speer promised the people
that if elected to congress the reve
nue laws should be repealed or
gieatly modified. When the ques
tion came up and the people of the
mountains were most bitterly as
sailed, traduced and slandered, Mr.
Speer was absent, airing himself on
a pleasure excursion, and there was
no one to defend the right and hurl
back the foul aspersions until the
gallant Phil Cook came to the res
cue. It may be that the gentleman
did not want to antagonize his radi
cal friends with whom he acted at
least half the time.
Gen. Hancock has received so
many letters congratulating him on
his nomination that he finds it al
most impossible to reply to all. A
few days ago he put forth the fol
lowing:
Governor’s Island,
New York Harbor, July 6, 1880.
lam late in responding to kind
notts and telegrams. My correspon
dence, personal and official—at all
times heavy—has .been immensely
increased recently. I am not able
at present to respond promptly and
fully to all of the welcome greetings
.extended to me. I hope unavoida
ble delay will not be mistaken for
indifference or neglect. The truth
is, 1 have not heretofore realized
how many there are in the land who
feel kindly toward me personally,
and who espouse the cause in which
I have been so conspicuously hon
ored. In the delay of my acknowl
< dgmeuts 1 beg the forbearance of
my friends, and of my most intimate
friends I venture to ask most in this
regard. Thanking you most heartily
for your congratulations and for
your kind letters, 1 am, truly' your
friend, W infield S. Hancock.
The Gainesville Eagle
VOL. XIV.
Looking Under the Bed.
It is the habit of many persons to
take a look under the bed before re
tiring for the night. Mrs. Evergreen,
my beloved wife, indulges, if in
dulgence it, can be called, in this
peculiar practice. I did not object
to it in the least so long as she does
not enforce the performance upon
myself; but when, as is sometimes
the case, she forgets it until she has
put out the light and ensconced her
self under the comforter, then it is
hard that I,who am not troubled with
nervous apprehensiveness, should
have to get out in the cold and do it
for her. I hove often remarked to
Mrs. Evergreen, when I have seen
her prying under the bed, that it was
a silly habit, and that the sooner she
gave it up the belter. To this gentle
admonition my better-half invariably
replied:
“La, Evergreen 1 what harm does
it do! It’s a kind of satisfaction to
know that nobody’s under there, and
then I don't think of such a horrible
thing after I’m in bed. ’
“I think, my dear, you might just
as well pursue your investigations
further and look into the bureau
drawers and in the clothes basket.”
“Evergreen,” she will rejoin, “don’t
mention the idea, or I shall certainly
do so. Come to think of it, a man
could very easily get into the clothes
basket.”
“Certainly he could, my dear, quite
as easily as Sir John Falstaff. You
should certainly include the clothes
basket, and by the by, there’s the
chimney; why not look up that as
well ?”
‘ Now, Evergreen, you’re laughing
at me. But I can’t leave off the
habit, and never will, It’s a comfort
for me to know that there’s nothing
wrong about it, and I don’t see why
you should deprive me of it.”
So under the bed goes the candle,
and no signs of humanity being
present, Mrs. Evergreen is able to re
pose in ptace.
But, as before observed, this pre
cautionary act is sometimes forgot
ten, and I am myself obliged to rise,
light the lamp, and report. I’ve
done it rather more frequently of late
than is agreeable, and have intimat
ed as much to Mrs. E She says:
“Very well, Evergreen, I’ll do it
myself.”
But this procedure is almost as
bad, for she invariably lets the cold
in on me both in getting out and
getting in. If it were not for increas
ing this mental idiosyncrasy on the
part of Mrs. Evergreen, by giving her
some good reason to apprehend
danger, I should relate to her what I
am about to lay before the reader.
In this narration, therefore, I ask
the public most particular to bear in
mind that Mrs. Evergreen is of a
sensitive nature, rather apprehensive
and slightly superstitious, and that
what I have to say must under no
circumstances be imparted to that
lady. If for twenty two years (that
is the period of our wedded life, and
happy years they have been)-if, I say
for this long period I have refrained
from imparting the matter to the be
loved sharer of my joys and partaker
of my sorrows, surely the public,
(which, as we know, always does keep
a secret) will keep mine.
All young men, I suppose, have
love affairs before they eventually fix
their affections on the one who is to
bless their lot in life. I know that I
had, and I don’t regret it. Regret it?
far from it. Mrs. Evergreen is not
present, and therefore I have no hesi
tation in saying that if I had my life
to live over again I’d like to go
through with the same sentimental
experience, particularly if it was to
be succeeded by again leading to the
hymenial altar the present Mrs. Ever
green.
I was not bad looking when I was
in my twenties. I think I may go
further, and confidently say that
“Gus Evergreen” was a decided fa
vorite among the girls of Oakville,
and I really believed that I could
have had any of them “for the ask
ing.” As I before remarked, Mrs.
Evergreen is not present, and I in
dulge my thoughts somewhat more
freely than would otherwise be the
case, I don’t think that I cared par
ticularly for any of the Oakville girls,
however, and I might have kept my
heart whole to this day if it had not
been for the circumstarfces which I
am about to relate.
Fred Evans, who had been my
chum at school, came to make me a
visit at Oakville “a day or two,’’ as he
sa.d, when he come; but he made it
a week or two easily enough after I’d
taken him about a little among the
“young ladies.” When that time ex
pired Fred said he really must go,
as he didn’t know what his father and
mother would think at his long ab
sence; but it ended in his relieving
their anxiety by a letter and sending
for his trunks.
I anew how the matter was perfect
ly well, and that Belle Bronson had
iairly bewitched him out of his five
senses. Fred tried to put it on the
country air and the quiet that was
benefitting his health,” etc., but iti
jvas no use trying to deceive me, and
1 told him so, Then he owned up
ftankly and I promised to help him
all I could, if he required any help in
the prosecution of his suit. I never
thought Belle a flirt, or that she
would willingly distress any human
being; but she had away of looking
into one’s eyes so as to captivate
them, for her mere personal amuse
ment. At any rate, she had a larger
share of beaux than the other girls,
but their attentions came to nothing.
I feared it might be so with Fred
Evans, and warned him accordingly;
but Fred said he’d “have her if he
tried all his life;” that “she was the
only living being who had ever awak
ened a real emotion in his breast,”
etc After that I said no more, but
clocely observed the lovers, and soon
came to the conclusion that Fred was
by no means disagreable to her.
Things went on in this way without
any definite result until Fred receiv
ed a summons home on account of
his mothers illness. When he came
back to renew his visit, he insisted
upon staying at Oakville Hotel rather
than wear out his welcome at our
nouse, and finding remonstrance un
availing, there he went. Tue land
lord (honest old Downsbury—l won
der if he yet lives) gave Fred, at my
suggestion, his besc bed-room, ‘‘No.
20"—I am particular in mentioning
number. “He shall have No. 20,”
said Downsbury. “Any friend of
yours, Master Augustus, shall have
the best I have to give as long as I’m
landlord.” It was a pleasant room,
looking out on the distant hills and
the beautiful winding branch of the
Blackwater; but what cared Fred for
scenery ? He was in the hands of
the blind god, and could not see even
as far as his nose, except .in the direc
tion of Belle’s cottage. I used to go
over to Fred’s room to smoke my
cigar, while he, anticipated on his
sufferings, doubts and solicitudes.
Did she love him ? was the question
which disturbed every moment of his
existence, and to which, with the
closest reasoning, he could not bring
himself a satisfactory reply. Some
times he thought a word or a sign
settled the point beyond a doubt in
his favor; at others he fancied he
read a coolness and indifference in
her eyes. In this condition of un
certainty he dared not press the ques
tion lest a hasty step might bring him
to grief.
At Fred’s earnest solicitation I
promised to sound Belle, as to her
sentiments, if a favorable opportuni
ty presented itself, or at any rate to
let her know, in an indirect way that
Fred was languishing in distress on
her account, and thus give her no
excuse for unnecessarily prolonging
his misery. It so happened, how
ever, that my services were not called
into requisition. Belle Bronson be
cause of the sudden arrival at her
house of some country cousins, was
obliged to give up her room —her
mothers cottage being a small one—
and to occupy for a single night a
room at the hotel. We would cheer
fully have offered her guests accom
modation at our house, but we were
in the same predicament. An agricul
tural fair in the village had brought
many strangers into the place, and
our own guests were so numerous
that I had given up my room to two
of them, and bad intended ask
ing Fred Evans to let me pass the
night with him.
For this purpose I went to the
hotel at a late hour, and proceeded
at once to Fred’s room, but to my
surprise found no one there. I did
not even notice that his trunk was
gone, or suspect the fact, which after
wards became apparent, that “to
oblige some lady guests for this night
only,” as the landlord expresses it,
Fred had consented to give up ‘No.
20' and occupy a small room in the
rear of the building. The gas bein’
turned up, I took a book to wait his
return, and, hearing at last what ap
peared to be steps approaching the
room, and supposing it to be Fred, in
a momentary impulse to play a joke
upon him, I slipped under the bed, a
large and high one, intending to imi
tate a cat (of which animal I knew
he bad a detestation) so soon as he
entered the room. The door opened
and I was on the point of indulging
in my ventriloqual fac.ulty by giving
a long drawn mieow, when from my
hiding place I beheld Belle Bronson
take quiet possession of the apart
ment!
My astonishment was so great, and
the sense of mortification so intense,
that I did not, as I should have done,
make myself known to her. Thus
the opportunity for discovery and ex
planation was lost. I dared not move
a hair, but hoped sincerely that some
excuse might take her out of the room
for a moment, and thus faciliate my
escape. She however, locked the
door, removed the key, and, as I
knew by the sound, prepared to re
tire. Finally she kneeled down be
side the bed, and. clasping her hands
and bowing her head (so fearfully
near to mine that I could hear the soft
words in my ear), she offered up her
evening prayer in a manner so full of
feeling, and with such sweet accents
of womanly tenderness and devotion,
that I felt as if she was an angel
bending over the vilest of mortals.
GAINESVILLE, GA., FRIDAY MORNING, JULY 16, 1880.
That prayer went to my heart; but
one portion of it went through it and
held it captive.
I shall never forget my feelings of
surprise and my deep emotion when
I heard her utter these words:
‘Bless my dear mother, sisters and
friends; bless all around me, and O
God! blass him I love, Augustus
Evergreen, and shower down thy
mercies over him. Amen.’
‘Ah. Augustus,’ said my divinity
to herself, as she arose from her de
votional attitude, ‘if you but knew
that I named your very name in my
prayers you would be lees indifferent
to mo!’
If I breathed short before, after
this my breath seemed to desert me
entirely, and I verily thought that
the beating of my heart would betray
me. Belle, pure as an angel to me
then, and white ao a snowflake, pro
ceeded to turn off the gas and get
into bed. I felt her soft pressure
over my head, and shrunk closer and
closer to the hard floor upon which I
was extended. What thoughts rush
ed through my brain ! Above me lay'
a young and unsophisticated girl,
wholly unconscious that the one she
loved lay closely to her, and who had
for the first time been made aware of
her interest in him by hearing words
which she supposed went only to
heaven. I knew then that night
must pass away and the morning
come, and that Belle must leave the
apartment before I could venture to
change even my position.
Belie had lain perfectly motionless
for several minutes, and was, I flat
tered myself, losing herself in sleep,
when suddenly she exclaimed to her
self, ‘There! I haven’t looked under
the bed!’ A horror ran through
me. All is lost; what should Ido ?
Belle rose, and I beard her feeling
for the matches. She struck one, and
was moving towards the gaslight,
when the lucifer went out, leaving all
in darkness again. Blessed relief,
but how brief! Again I heard her
feeling for the matches and try to
light one after another, as they failed
to ignite; then an ‘Ob, dear, there are
no more!’ escaped from her lips.
‘Safe, safe!‘ whispered my soul to
me, and I thanked God in silence for
my deliverence.
Belle griped back to bed, but did
not immediately get in it; she stop
ped and lifted the curtains which
hung around the bottom, and cau
tiously passed her arm under and
around as far as it could reach. I al
most felt her fingers graze my face as
I held myself fearfully and silently
back against the wall, too far, just too
far for her reach. Apparently satis
fied that no danger was near her, she
lay down in the bed again and I
counted her respirations till she was
lost in slumber.
As for myself, sleep was out of the
question. I never was so wide awake
in my life. How I lay upon that hard
carpet and thought the night over—
thought of her and her love for me;
thought of myself and my love for
her. Yes, I was convinced from that
moment that the band of destiny was
in it, and that a benign and all-wise
Providence had seen fit in this extra
ordinary way to open my eyes to the
path of happiness and peace.
With the morning light fresh fears
came upon me less my unconscious
room-mate might yet peer beneath
the bed for robbers before she left
the room; but my fears were ground
less. She rose and dressed expedi
tiously, for she was to join her cousins
at an early breakfast and she had
overslept herself. When at last she
took the key, unlocked the door and
departed, I lost no time in slipping
out of my shameful place of conceal
ment and escaping from the hotel.
On the stairs I met Fred coming out
of his room, exclaiming:
'Why, what’s the matter with you,
old fellow ? You look like the last
days of an ill-spent life. And your
coat too—why, its all over feathers
and dust. Where have you been?’
‘M hy, I slept—slept out last night,
that’s all. Our house is full and so
I had to find quarters elsewhere. I’m
going home to dress.”
‘I should say so, decidedly. I see
it all, old fellow ! You’ve been on a
lark and had to put up in the watch
house; come now, own up and tell us
all about it.’
‘No lark at all, Fred; nothing of
the kind I assure you.’
‘Well, if not a lark, what kind of a
bird was it? From the looks of the
feathers I should say it was a goose.
‘You re the goose, Fred. But seri
ously I’ve a word to say to you of the
most important nature. Be a man,
Fred, and make up your mind to
hear something excessively disagree
able. It must be told you sooner or
later, and I may as well tell it now.’
‘Good heavens, Gus ! How* earnest
you look at me; you don’t mean to
say that—that anything has happen
ed to Belle Bronson?’
‘Don t mention her name again,
Fred, or think of her any more, for
she’ll never be anything to you. I
have it from one who knows all about
it, that she has long been attached
to somi body else, ami that somebody
else means to marry her- There’s no
mistake abjui it; so bear up ami try
your luck elsewhere.
But Fred Evans was not to be dis
couraged by mere hearsay. That
very day he went to see Belle, deter
mined to know his fate from her own
lips. Soon after he left Oakville, I
did not see him again for several
years, when, meeting him in town
one day, I insisted on bringing nim
home with me and presenting to his
flame, Belle Bronson, the present
Mrs. Evergreen.
‘Ah, Fred!’ said he, after dinner,
when my wife and the little Ever
greens had left us to ourselves—‘Ah,
Fred, you served me a shabby trick
when you allowed me to loose my
heart to the girl you were all along
intending to marry yourself—a very
shabby trick, one of which I never
suspected you. ’
So I had to tell h’ m (in strict con
fidence, as I tell you, reader,) all
about the bed room affair at the Oak
ville Hotel, and the love that grew
out of it,
Fluffs, Crimping Pins and Un
expected Callers.
As Miss Nora Perry reports the
following confidential chat among a
merry party of girls in her new book,
“The Tragedy of the Unexpected,”
we violate no confidence in giving it
to our readers:
“How do you get your hair into
such a lovely fluff?’’ inquired a bru
nette of a blonde.
“Why, I roll it up into curls, and
then just run a coarse comb through
it. But yours is lovely, too, I’m sure.
How do you do yours ?”
“R >ll it on a heated slate pencil.’
“Oh, but that hurts the hair so. I
put mine into crimping pine,’’ said
another.
And still another: “I braid mine’
and press it.’
And still another: “Common hair
pins. I think, are the best of all.
But then one looks so like a fury in
any pins.”
Then the brunette gave a giggle.
‘ Oh, g’rls, I put my hair into pins
once—those great crimping pins Lou
uses. It was one morning when it
rained, and I thought I was safe
from visitors. I was going to the
opera in the evening, and I wanted
to look very nice, you know. Well,
there I sat in the parlor, practicing
my last singing lesson, and never
heard the bell nor a footstep until
some one crossed the threshold.
Who do you suppose it was?” And
the little dark head buried itself in a
little Persian muff to smother another
giggle.
“We can't guess. Who wasit?”|
burst out the other four voices in the
greatest excitement.
Up came the head from its tem
porary hiding, the pretty face all a
blush, the dark eyes all a dazzle with
laughter, the frizzed hair a little the
worse for Persian muff.
“Wb, girls! it was Will Hess with
Langford—Langford just home from
Paris, you know!”
“What did you do?” from the
chorus of four.
“Ob, I didn’t die, and I couldn’t
run away; for there they were right
before me; so I made the best of it,
and laughed, for it was funny, and
then I snatched out George’s Scotch
cap from the table where he had flung
it that morning, and covered my
steel horns and my ugliness in a
twinkling.”
Little Billings.
A kros word iz a little thing, but it
iz what stirs up the elephant.
A kind word iz a little thing, but it
iz just what soothed the sorrows ov
the setting hen.
An orange peel on the sidewalk iz
a little thing, but it haz upset menny
a giant.
A serpent’s fang iz a little thing,
but death iz its victory,
A baby iz a little wee thing, but a
constable waz once a baby.
A hornet’s sting iz a little thing,
but it sends the school boy home
howling.
An egg iz a little thing, but the
huge krogerdile kreeps into life out
ov it.
A spark iz a little thing, but it can
light the poor man’s pipe, or set the
world to burning.
The akorn iz a little thing, but the
black bear and his family live in the
oak that springs from it.
A word iz a little thing, yet one
word haz been menny a man’s desti
ny, for good or for evil.
A penny iz a very little thing, but
the interest on it from the dajs ov
Cain and Abel would buy out the
globe.
A minute iz a little thing, but it iz
long enough to pull a dozen aking
teeth, or to get married and have
yure own mother-in-law.
A lap dog iz a little thing, but he
iz a very silly thing besides.
Life iz made up ov little things.
Life itself iz but a little thing; ono
breath less, then comes the phuneral.
Ralph Wald Emerson keeps two
cows and milks them himself. Some
of his brightest thoughts have come
to him while being kicked half way
across the stable.
The Democratic Platform.
New York Herald, ind.
Whatever may be said against the
democratic platform it cannot be de
nied that it is an honest and bulpness
like document, and in this resplct it
is very unlike the bragging land
blustering republican platform. There
are, undoubtedly, a great many vo
ters to whom the democratic propo
sitions will be unwelcome; voters
who do not like free ships; voters
who are opposed to a tariff for
revenue; voters who want morejsub
sidies, and who will, therefore, dis
like the democratic declaration that
the taxes shall be spent only for pub
lic and not for private objects. But
it is the great merit of the democrat
ic platform that it says something;
that it proposes reforms to which
those who have benefited by old
abuses will of course object, but
which will relieve and benefit the
people; that it courageously strikes
monopolists, subsidy mongers and
jobbers. Naturally monopolists, job
bers and subsidy mongers do ■ not
like it; but then it was scarcely to
be expected that they would. These
ciasses, who wish to live on the tax
payers as they have long done, pre
fer the republican platform, and
they are right. That platform has
nothing in it distasteful to them.
Where the republican leaders did
not think it prudent io encourage
monopoly they cautiously said noth
ing, and their platform leaves the
door open to all the abuses, tho ex
travagance and reckless waste of the
taxes which characterized republican
legislation before the people put the
democrats in control of the house of
representatives
It is often said that platforms
mean nothing; but, in the present
instance, it happens that the na
tional platforms represent pretty ac
curately the spirit of the two parties. 1
The republican platform looks back
ward, the democratic platform looks i
ahead. The republican platform
deals in and appeals to old and mis
chievous sectional issues; the demo
cratic plat form, though not perfect,
is yet thoroughly national and not
sectional in its spirit. The republi
can platform Lvors or encourages
monopolies; the democratic plat
form favors the tax-payers—the peo
ple.
We have spoken of the democratic
platform as an honest and business
like document, and one proof of this
is that though much shorter than
that of the republicans it contains
all that is good and pertinent in that
and a great deal more besides. The
republicans in a cumbrous paragraph
speak for free education, and in an
other, equally cumbrous and verbose,
for separation of church and State.
The democrats cover the same ground
in one energetic and clear sentence,
demanding “separation of church
and State for the good of each; and
common schools fostered and pro
tected.” The republicans talk vague
ly of protecting the liberties of all;
the democrats boldly declare that
“the right of a free ballot is the
right preservative of all rights, and
must and shall be maintained in
every part of the United States’’
We have looked for some other
points for comparison, brt the re
publican platform does not afford
them. It is weak, shallow, wordy,
purposely vague, and would make
the fathers of the party blush with
anger if they could read it in their
graves; for those men—the Sum
mers, Andrews, Giddings, Lovejoys
—were not accustomed to the mine
ing gait and cautious verbosity of
their successors.
The republicans declare that “com
merce should be steadily encour
aged,” which may mean anything or
nothing; the democrats declare man
fully for “free ships and a living
chunce for American commerce on
the seas and on the land,” which
means something definite. The re
publicans say timidly that “the credit
acquired should never be impaired;”
the democrats declare for “honest
money and the strict maintenance of
the public faith, State and national,’’
which covers the whole ground with
out hesitation or timidity. The
republicans say in one section that
“the reviving industries should be
further promoted,” and in another,
lower down, that “the duties levied
for the purpose of revenue should so
discriminate as to favor American
labor,” which may mean anything,
and was evidently written in the hope
that it might catch in one net the
protectionists of Pennsylvania and
the free trade farmers of Illinois and
the northwest generally. It holds
out a shadowy promise to both. The
democrats declare for “a tariff for a
revenue only; public money and public
credit for public purposes solely,” and
the party “p'ledges itself to protect
the workingman alike against the cor
morants and the commune." There
is the clear ring of honest purpose in
these words, which may alarm mo
nopolists, but will reassure legiti
mate enterprise and honest labor
everywhere. Even on the wretched
Chinese question, where both plat
forms are, in our opinion, bad and
UU Au.elic U, tis- 11 |l|l» teal .■> halt
and &L i fll-, while the <kmtc?utb are
out bpi’keu Mr. Finite i«'Ui ways,
who w•« < vtiiert ly ihi tuihur of the
repU 'Ocau piaitpixu, Itiiß Chi-
naman that he must go—but ho tells
him with a snivel; he puts Lis arm
lovingly around John before be etabs
him; the democrat bluntly, but defi
nitely, tells him be shall not come
here Gxcep* for tiavei, education
or foreign commerce,” which, by
the way, are the only purposes for
which the Chinese allow Americans
to enter China.
Finally, it must be admitted that
there is a little brag also in the
democratic platform, but it is on a
point where the party has a right to
boast of itself. It “has reduced the
public expenditures forty a millions
a year,” say the democrats, and they
might have added that it did this
against the sneers and open and
covert opposition of the republicans
in congress. This democratic boast
is well founded. They had the cour- ;
age to be unfashionable. From the
day they regained control of the
house of representatives they have
fought for rigid economy, sometimes
with poor judgment, but courageous- !
ly and regardless of the outcries and 1
resistance of the republicans. The
lobby has disappeared from Wash- <
ington since the democrats “came i
in;” that lobby which was once so ■
powerful that in the last house which ‘
was under republic in rule the speak
er was publicly presented with a ,
piece of silver as a testimonial from ;
“the king of the lobby.” <
It was said by one of the shrewd- (
est men in the democratic party
some years ago, “I don’t believe we
democrats will ever win until we 1
dare to be democrats ” Well, the 1
platform this year is a genuinely 1
democratic platform; the party seems
at last to have turned democratic.
It has regained its old time boldness ■
and directness: it dares once more
to say what it means. Who knows ? 1
perhaps it will win. It looks a little J
that way just now.
Bismarck at Home. ;
No one can make more desperate '
efforts than Bismarck to be let alone, ’
and were he not Chancellor ot the 1
German Empire he would be “(he i
playfullest man” in Europe. None
but the members of his family and :
such friends as Bucher and Von Ken- .
dell, now the Garman Ambassadors ,
at Rome, and his cousin, Count Bis- .
marck-Bohlen, are ever at Varzin. .
Yet the house is large enough to en
tertain half a company of dragoons,
the wools are well stocked with deer,
and the rivers and iukt s with trout
—the Prince’s favorite dish. But let
there be what visitors there may, the
Prince, rises at 1, dons a broad-brim
med soft felt hat and a light green
coat with horn buttons, calls his dog
and strolls about the fields and
woods. The family assemble at
breakfast at 10 o’clock. This meal
is served in the English style, and
consists of tea, cold meat and eggs.
At 11 the Prince is usually to be
found in his study, the table of which i
is by this time covered with dispatch
es, letters and newspapers. These i
occupy his attention until 1 o’clock, ,
when the dog, who understands 200 ,
words of German and who generally ,
lies at his master’s feet reminds him ,
that it is time for a drive or a ride, j
When the Countess Marie,the Prince’s j
only daughter, now Countess Von
Rantzau, is at home, she never fails
to be her father’s companion, and he '
I
is naturally delighted at the expres •
sion of admiration which her horse
manship always elicits. On these af
ternoon excursions the Prince looks '
about to discover, bold uplands '
where he may have trees planted, for
he is a great lover of the woods, and
speaks with enthusiasm of the mag
mificent oaks and elms he saw in En
gland. These trips also serve as
tours of inspection, unscientific far
mers are advised as to rotation of
crops, and the depredations of poach
ers are noted
I He Rose to the Occasion.
Nowhere excepting in this free and
beautiful country of ours could an
incident combining the humorous
and practical have occurred like the
following: It was between Mr. Bliss,
a conductor’ on the Chicago and
Rock Island railroad, whose height
is five feet, and Mr. Henry, a passen
ger, who stood seven feet in his
stockings. Mr. Henry put his ticket
in bis hat band, and stood himself
up when the bri< f conductor came
along. Mr. Bliss could not reach the
ticket, even when standing on his
toes, and his unavailing efforts to do
so made all the passengers “ laugh
consumedly.” But he rose to the
occasion. Without changing coun
tenance, he brought a step-ladder,
leaned it against the elongated Hen
ry, climbed up to and picked off the
ticket, and went on as though noth
ing had Happened. Rather good,
and very American.
When you see a man sit down in a
barber's chair, pin the newspaper
round his neck, and begin to read the
towel, you may put him down as ab-
I sent-minded.
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advertisements charged seventy-five cents
per hmidw-d words or fraetao i theiecf each inser
tion tyrv'we
cents for each subsequent insertion.
Transient advertising will be charged fl i>er inch
forth a first, and fifty cents for each subsequent
insertion. Advertisers desiiing larger space for a
longer time than one month will receive a liberal
deduction from regular rates.
AU bills due upon the first appearance of the au •
vertisenient, and will be presented at the pleasure
of the proprietor. Transient advertisements from
unknown parties must be paid for in advance.
SMALL. BITS
Os Various Kinds Carelessly Thrown
Togetliti.
Sweeping conclusion—the train of
v lady’s dress.
The telegraph was very good, but
the telephone is a hard ear instru
ment.
Niagaia Fulls and Mt. Vesuvius are
tow illuminated at tight by electric
light.
Some one says a man must be
either an anvil or a hammer; but how
many are nothing but bellows.
Much complaint is being made of
summer colds. Some people can’t
take cold without blowing about it.
Senator Conkling is understood to
be arranging his business with a
view to passing the summer and ear
ly autunm in Europe.
The largest number of votes polled
by any candidate in the last English
election was polled by Air. John
Slagg, M, P. for Manchester—24,9lß.
The Lake of Geneva is nearly three
feet below the average level of the
.oason. This is due to the low tem
perature retarding the melting of
snow.
Dr. Albert G. Alackey, the writer
on Alasonic history and law, does
not believe that the marks on the
Egyptian monolith are strictly Ma
sonic.
The first Chinese lady who ever
ventured to visit the Czar’s palace is
the wife of Jzin, the dragoman of the
Chinese Legation, who recently ar
rived at St Petersburg.
The lower jaw of an antediluvial
mammoth was recently fished out of
the River Dnieper, by Russian fisher
men; it is as black as a coal, and
weighs seventy-five pounds.
It is again announced that Ulysses
S. Grant, Jr., will me married to
Miss Jennie Flood, a daughter of the
San Francisco millionaire, about the
middle of next November.
Senator Wade Hampton expresses
his confident belief that very many
of the colored people of the South
will join their white friends and help
to elect the nomin< es of the Cincin
nati convention.
Dr. Farrar, of Brooklyn, says that
not less than half a ton of pure gold,
wo.th half million dollars, is annually
packed into people’s teeth in the Uni
ted Slates, an 1 that at this rate all
the gold in circulation will be buried
in the earth in 300 years.
New Orleans once ranked among
the larg.st cities in the country. It
still grows, but has already dropped
from the fourth or fifth place to the
ninth. Its census, just completed,
shows a total population of 215,239,
against. 197,911 ten years ago.
A special from Washington says it
is understood among the personal
friends of Gen. Hancock (hat he will,
prior to the publication of his letter
of acceptance, tender his resignation
to the president as major-general of
the United States army.
Three robbers too). $5,000 from a
herder’s ranche, near Fresne, Califor
nia, and carried tht herder himself
away with the plunder, so that he
could not give an alarm after their
departure. He was finally release d
in a wilderness forty miles distant
from any habitation.
The new oath for the French sol
diers contains no reference to the
Deity or the republic. It will be
taken on the 14th of July, as follows:
“In the name of the regiment, I swear
on my honor to remain faithful to the
Cons itution, and to defend this flag
until death.”
They were talking about expenses,
says the Galveston News, and how
some men get rich. Said one: “Aly
butcher and baker have made money
enough out of me to build themselves
splendid houses.” Responded the
other: ‘The barkeepers I patronize
have built whole blocks out of what I
owe them.”
Mr. Tilden seems to feel pretty
well and in no need of the sympathy
unanimously tendered him by the
Republican party. He may not have
been the original Hancock man, but
that he likes the nomination is dem
onstrated to some extent by the con
tribution of SIOO,OOO to help the
boom along.
John Hughes, of St. Louis, sleeps
with a pistol under bis pillow to use
against burglars. His wife got up
uncommonly early the other morning
and went to work in the kitchen. He
heard her moving about, took her to
be a burglar, and shot her. The
wound was slight, however, and a
new bonnet healed it.
A wedding in a Scandinavian colo
ny at Sioux Falls, Dakota, was lately
celebrated in Old World fashion. The
feasting lasted five days, the guests
eating two roasted oxen, a hundred
pounds of white fish, and great quan
tities of cheese and caviare. The
• beverages consisted of home-brewed
: beer, current wine, and alcohol
’ diluted with water. Dancing, eating
• and drinking were almost constantly
kept up.
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