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VOL. Xl*
Professional Directory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
ISAAC L. TQOLii,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Qa.
Will practice in the counties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter and
Wbi-tl). "Also in the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and In the United States Circuit
and District Courts within the State All
business entrusted to his care will receive
prompt attention. tchl-tl
O. C. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hnwkinsville, Georgia.
Having arranged all his other bns'ness,
wifi give exclusively his personal atten
tion to tlie practice in Pulaski, Wilcox and
Dodge counties, and elsewhere by special
employment
Tits Cbihinal practice, a specialty.
Jan. 4, 1877. jau4-ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
VIENNA, GEORGIA.
aprl3-tf
C 7 C. SMITH, "
Attorney aiul Counsellor at Law,
And Solicitor in Equity,
McVILLE, ... - GEORGIA.
Refers to Hon. Clifford Anderson, Capt.
John C. Rutherford and Walter B. Hill,
Esq., Professors of Law, Mercer Universi
ty Law School, Macon, Ga.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 22 6m
EDWIN MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
PERRY, GEORGIA.
Will give immediate and careful atten
tion to all business entrusted to him in
Houston and adjoining counties
Office in Home Journal buildinu on
public square. aprl2 tf
' ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
Dublin, Georgia.
Will practice , in all the counties of tlie
Oconee Circuit. From long experience iD
the Criminal Practice, much of his time
Will nc specially devoted to that branch of
his profession. feb24-tf
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
\XTILL practice in the counties of Pu-
VY iaski, Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Tel
fair, Irwin and Houston. Prompt atten
tion given to all business placed in my
hands apr §tf*
Luther a. Hall,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
\X7TLL practice in all counties adjacent
VV to tlie M. &B. railroad, the Su
preme Couit of the State and the Federal
Court of the Southern District ot Georgia.
For parties desiring, will buy, sell or lease
my real estate, or pay the taxes upon the
,ainc in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office jn
ho Court House. aprlatf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth.
Wilcox, Pulaski and Houston, and by
sjncial contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to collections. mcli4tf
I O. RYAN. 3. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising tlie Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts ot the
United States for the Southern District of
Georgia. feblltf
J..M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
| JRACtICES in the Brunswick Circuit
1 and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Huzlehurst, M. & B. R. H.,
Georgia. lob4tf
W. IRA BROWN,
attorney at law,
Vienna, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
I. Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
Btate by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 3-18-ly
JOHN H MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
ORACTICES in th Courts of Pulaski,
L Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tf
CHARLES 0. KIIJBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinaville, Ga.
WILL piactice in the OlrcuU nnd Dis
trict. Courts of the United States
tor tlie Southern District of Georgs, and
n the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin and
Dodge counties. june 291 y
JOHN F. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, nnd Irwin, of the Oconee Circuit,
and Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to his care. )nnl7 tf
D H. T. F. WALKER. DR. F. M. JORDAN.
Drs. Walker & Jordan,
Having associated fhoiV.selves in the prac
tice >,f medicine, would respcctiully offer
their professional services to the citizens
of Cochran and vicinity. Office on Second
Street, next door to postofficc. At night
l)r. Jordan can he found tn Ids room in
t lie rear of ids office. mw22 \y
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tf Editor and Proprietor.
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FRANCE AND GERMANY.
The coming Death Grapple Between the
Teuton and the Gaul.
Europe is rapidly assuming the
condition of a vast military camp,
or rather is becoming a series of na
tional camps. Germany has devoted
all her energies, since the close of the
war witli France, to perfect her mili
tary organization. A large part of
the French indemnity was expended
in military roads, in obtaining heavy
ordnance, strengthening fortifica
tions, in the purchase of arras, and
in building and equipping a navy.
The empire has been made a vast
military school, so that when there
is a need for troops every man will
be a trained and armed soldier. In
France the preparation for war has
been even more extensive. The in
efficiency and insufficiency of the
military established under the em
pile is one of the paintul remembran
ces of France. Hardly had the Ger
mans left the country before the
military education of the nation was
begun. France is no longer to have
a regular army and a military; the
nation is to be made an army, the
old men and the women are to "do the
work of the field and shop, while the
young and able-bodied men are be
ing instructed and educated as sol
diers. When Fiance goes to war
again, it. will be with the whole na
tion in arms ; and the whole nation
fighting as trained soldiers only can
fight. The French have in the same
manner been expending heavily for
fortifications. Between Paris and
the northern frontier there are vari
ous lines of fortifications, and the
defence of the country against in
vasion is immensely strengthened.
For prudential reasons the fortifica
tions of the frontier has been left to
a later date. But the work of prep
aration goes on incessantly. By'
night and day the work is going on
all over France. The purchase and
manufacture of arms has been enor
mous, and France will, when the
time comes, be prepared to place a
rifle of the best finish in the hands of
every man in France. The expendi
ture by France has been made from
taxation of the most exacting charac
ter. The national tax is now $547,-
000,000 a year; this tax is needed to
pay the interest on the public debt,
and to support and improve the mili
tary defenses. The annual outlay
for the army and fortifications is
stated to be $150,000,000, and for the
navy $50,000,000.
It is very clear that in Germany a
war with France is not only expect
ed, but is considered certain. There
can be no question that the national
pride of France is aroused, and that
on the question of a war with Ger
many there will be no division of
sentiment. The people are submit
ting to the utmost privations and
sacrifices. The taxes are possibly
equal in the case of a large part of
the people to an average of one meal
a day for each family, and this is
endured that France may be able to
avenge the injury and loss of the
past. When that war C'mes, it will
be one of the most determined
character. Not only the recovery of
Alsace and Lorraine, but the further
rectifiation of the national bounda
ries, wll fie the end sought by France.
Whenever Germany shall be divided,
that will be an opportunity' for
France, but, whether Gerraary be di
vided or not, the war will come by
the act of France, when in the judg
ment of her rulers the country hhall
he fully prepared for such an event.
Such a war between these two na
tions, after this long and formidable
preparation, will be such as the world
has not seen in modern times. On
its issue will rest the existence of
France. Defeat will leave her so
overwhelmed with debt as to render
the payment of that debt impossible.
She will sink to the lowest rank
among nations. But, if successful,
where will her success lead ? In ad
dition to the recovery of Alsace and
Lorraine, she may desire to extend
her borders. Her success, too, will
destroy the prestige of the German
empire. The end of such a war will
lead, probably, to anew map of
Europe, in which Belgium, Holland,
and Denmark may disappear as in
dependent nations. —Chicago Trib
une.
“The baby has got anew tootb,
but the old lady is laid up with a
cold in the head,” remarked a gen
tleman to a defeated candidate.
“What do I care?” was the reply.
“Well,” said the gentleman, slowly,
“before the election you used to take
me aside and ask me how my family
was coming on, ard I’ve been hunting
you all over town to tell you, and
that’s the way you talk to me. But
it don’t make any difference, I voted
for the other candidate anyhow,”
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 7, 1877.
White Lady's Night.
A STRANGE LOVE STORY.
One night I sat alone,, thinking
and thinking, and wondering wheth
er there was any truth in the story
of the White Lady of the Hall, and
whether, if there were, I had the
courage to meet her—for the story
went that anyone who dared to meet
her and to speak to her should have
what they asked, though if you met
her and were afraid to speak, some
great harm would come—something
worse than death itself—madness or
the palsy, or blindness, mayhap.
Long ago, before any living man’s
grandsirc was born, they said the
White Lady was a fair woman and
no wraith—a fair, meek woman, whom
a king loved and the hall was the
place where she dwelt; and she wore
jewels and fine garments, and ser
vants waited on her, and the king
came often to the feast and to praise
and kiss her.
And some times he would send a
message before he came, and bid her
meet him under a great oak that
stood at lae hall gate, and she always
did as he bid her.
And one night a message was sent,
and she went, as was her wont, to
meet him, but as she stood under
the tree watching for him* one who
had beguiled her to the spot with a
false message, smote her witli an ar
row and she dropped down dead.
A jealous woman had hired the
murderer, it was said, and some say
the jealous woman became a queen.
The lady died, and the ball was
left alohe and inoldererl into ruin;
but ever since, once in the year, on
the anniversary of the day on which
she went for the last time to meet the
king, the lady, all in white, walks—
so the legend says—thrice around
the tree.
And the night Is called in our
neighborhood •*White Lady’s Night”
for no other reason; and Thomas
Martingale, going home late from the
“Grown and Scepter,” once satv the
lady under the tree—so he said—at
least the old folks told the story to
the young, and we were bound to be
lieve it.
Now, upon White Lady’s night, I,
Mark Yaidley, sat alone, wondering
and thinking.
I wanted something that I knew
how to win.
It was not gold, nor was it silver,
and house and lands and the where
withal to live I hoped to win with my
own strong arms ; but wliat I'longed
for seemed to fit beyond my reach.
Try as I might, I never could make
sure of it.
It was a woman’s heart.
I loved Alice Hunter as no man
ever loved woman before, but she
smiled one day and frowned the next;
and then, too she was above me, and
despised me, very likely.
llow could I tell her what I felt
that she might make a mock of me ?
Yet, it I never told her, all my chance
was gone.
This White Lady’s night, thinking
of the story my grandmother often
told me beside the winter fire, I went
mad, as lovers do sometimes, and I
said to myself: “I will go to-night
to the old oak, and if the White La
dy walks, I will seize her robe and
ask her to give me the wish of my
heart—if I die for it.”
One must do something. Those
that are in love ask old hags to tell
their fortunes, and take the settling
of leaves in a teacup for prophecy.
I knew one who said to himself.: “If
the bird flying yonder lights on the
apple boughs, my love will be hap
py ; but, if it flies to the hedge, all
will go wrong ;” and when the little
thing folded its wings among the ap
ple blossoms, was glad all night.
Oh, yes, lovers are mad at times.
I must have been, then, when 1
opened my window and dropped
from it on the grass, and took my
way toward the mined hall and the
old oak on White Lady’s night to
ask my happiness of the White Lady;
but I did it.
Ob, bow well I remember. Tlie
moon shone overhead, round and
white, and all was still. The lights
went out in the cottages in the hol
low, and the trees stood blae- against
the bright sky.
Ami down upon the night felt, one
after the other twelve strokes from
the church clock ; and I knew that it
was midnight, and the hour for the
White Lady to walk, and made ail
the speed I could, lest she should
come and go and I none the better
for her.
At last I stood before the hall, and
saw the tree with its great branches
spreading far and wide—a tree that
was more than two hundred years
old, they said, and strangely and
solemnly through the empty windows
of the hall the moon was shining,
and I looked and held ray breath, for
there, under the great tree, stood in
deed a woman’s figure.
It wore some light garments, and
was wrapped nnd hidden so that I
could not see the face, and it moved
a little as I came near, and looking
over its shonlder, began to glide
away ; and 1 knew that if gossips
told the truth, I must either win or
lose.
I sprang forward, grasped the
flowing robe, and held it close ; and I
whispered, for indeed my heart beat
so fast that my voice was gone:
“My lady, my lady! I have come
here to-night to ask you for a gift,
and I fear you not; for why should I
fear? And you who died for love
will be kind to a lover. May I ask ?
Will you listen, lady ?”
Then a voice, soft as a young bird’s.
twitter, answered :
“Speak 1”
Just “Speak,” nothing more, nor
did the face turn toward me.
“I love one dearly, lady,” I said,
“and what I ask is her heart. Can
yon help me ?
Again the whisper came, faints?
even than before:
“Her name? How can I tell un
less I know her name ?”
“It is Alice Hunter,” I said ; anij
011 1 she is more dear to me than mjf
soul.”
Then faint and slow the answer
came:
“Be bold ; ask her for her heart
and she will give it to you ; on the
word of the White Lady. Now gat
leave me.”
I dropped the white robe.
The lady glided away, and I went
home as one might walk in a dream.l
And the next day I almost be*
lieved that I had dreamed—almost
but not quite.
Por I had grown bolder, and that
day I told Alice Hunter of my love,
ana she did not scoff at it.
W were married.
When I had been a happy husband
for a month we returned from Bou
logne, where we had gone to spend
our honeymoon, and gave a party, to
which we invited all our old friends
and neighbors.
In the course of the evening, the
legend of the White Lady became a
topic with some, and while listening
to the conversation, I observed my
wife’s color change, and finally saw
her leave the room.
Believing that she had become
faint with the heat, I followed in a
few moments, and' found her sitting
on the stairs, with a smile lighting up
her features.
“I feared you were ill.” I said, sit
ting down just above her.
“No,” she said ;“I am quite well.
I am glad you followed me, for I
have something to tell you.”
“Aud I have something to tell
you,” I said, bending over her.
“Something about the White Lady
our friends are discussing.”
“Indeed,” she said, hanging down
her head and toying with her fan.
“Well, tell me your story first and
then I will tell you mine.”
I told her what I had seen at the tree
and what the White Lady had prom
ised me.; and tiien I asked her for her
story, which she told me in the fol
lowing words:
“It was 011 White Lady’s night,”
she said, “that I went down to the
old oak to ask a gift of the While
Lady, and as I stood waiting, half
hoping, half fearing to see her, one
came over the hill, and I knew that it
was you, and tried to run and hide
rnyselt, but you caught me by my
dress and spoke to me so that I
Knew you believed me none other
than tlie White Lady. And so first
I learne 1 that you loved me, and, oh,
I feared that you should see my face,
but you did not, aud you let me go
when you had your promise.”
“And so I was no ghost-scer after
all,” I said, “and the White Lady
never spoke to me ? But what was
it you went to the old oak to ask of
the fair ghost that night, my Alice?”
Then she. turned her soft eyes
away from me and hid her head up
on my bosom and whispered i
“That you should love me, Mark,
for I already loved you well, and I
could not read your heart.”
“Then God bless White Lady’s
night,” said I.
And she answered “Amen,” as she
rose and took roy arm to lead her
back to our friends.
EASTERN JUGGLERY.
I have seen a man throw a large
ball of Cord in the air, which un
wound as it ascended, one end being
fastened to the ground. As the ball
unwound it disappeared in the
clouds and the cold remained sta
tionary. In a few moments the
man sent a little boy up this cord
pretending that it was to find out
what held the other end up. The
hoy went up and up, till he was lost
to sight. And he stayed up so Jong
tiiat the man pretended to become
enraged, and climbed up after him,
with a drawn sword in his hand, and
he, too, disappeared from sight.
And presently down fell a bloody
foot, aud then another, and then a
leg, and then different pieces of the
boy, all bleeding. We dipped our
handkerchief in the blood, to see if
it was really blood, and it was. At
last the boy’s head fell down, and
presently the man climbed down, all
bloody, and still simulating rage.
He collected the fragments of the
boy that lay around and threw them
in a heap on the ground. Then he
threw a cloth over the pieces, and
the boy instantly jumped up, alive
and well. The man and the boy
were entirely naked, and the trick, if
it was trick as you will say it was,
was done on an open plain, out of
doors. I say it was actually done.
There were hundreds of spectators.
That is the kind of things that East
ern magicians do.
“But why is it, if such things are
true, and not tricks, that we of the
western countries do not know more
of them ? Are we not as intelligent
as those of the East ?”
“Our western civilization is young
yet,” replied the occult, “and as 1
have said, the mind of the Caucasian
is not as well adapted to the percep
tion of subtle truths. But there are
many Europeans who are real adepts,
and there aie qtiite a number of per
sons in New York who are studying
occultism. Some of them only study
philosophically, but some are prac
ticing it. There is one who has
several times accomplished the sep
aration of his astral body from bis
physicial body, though only for a
few momen’s.” —lnterview with Mme.
Blevetsky , in the Hew York World.
The sea holds 60,000,000,000 tons
of salt. Should the sea be dried up,
there would be a deposit of salt over
the entire bottom of the ocean 450
feet deep, and if the salt was taken
and spread on the land it would cover
it to a depth of 900 feet.
A blithe heart makes a blooming
visage.
A Strange Encounter.
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THRILLING adventure with a
-PANTHER.
I One night last winter, when the
[ weather Was very cold and snow lay
foot deep on the level, George Arra ;
j strong, a farmer living in the north
tern part of the State of New York,
►geared up his horse and drove to
the village of Bardstowu, four miles
distant from his home.
; The sleighing was capital, and tjie
light cutter glided along as smoothly
as if the runners were skimming
ever the ice. The driver didn’t ex
pect any incident out of the usual
order of things on his way to the vil
lage, and in this he was not disap
pointed. He reached the place, all
in due time, purchased a quantity ot
groceries, and then drove up to the
tavern to gossip a little while, and
perhaps to take a “nip” with his old
acquaintances.
Shortly after, he bade the company
good-night, entered his sleigh and
started homeward.
By this time the moon had risen,
and in the clear, ciisp air his steed
stepped off at a swinging pace, the
light cutter gliding along with such
ease and smoothness that, like a cou
ple of cars with a locomotive, it
seemed more to balance aud regu
late the speed of the propelling pow
er than to act as an incumbrance.
The driver was well protected from
the cold by robes and blankets, be
ing muffled up to bis ears, while his
cap was drawn down so low that the
eyes and end of his nose wei'b about
all that were visible.
The night was well advanced, and
about half the journey was comple
ted when he reached a stretch of
road bounded by woods on both sides.
The animal was going along at the
same spanking gait, when he sud
denly thiew his ears forward with a
friglitenej snort, and stopped so
short that the driver was thrown for
ward against the fore board.
“Confound it I” he exclaimed, an
grily, as he resumed his seat. ‘Get
up !’
But the horse was so terrified, from
some cause that he refused to move
a step.
Armstrong peered forward in the
gloom rendered greater by reasons of
the shadow of the forest, but could
see nothing to explain the fright of
the steed.
Impa'ient over his balking and
persistent refusal to move, bis driver
grasped a halter, laying in the sleigh,
with one end fastened to prevent its
dropping out. With this he struck
the horse a violent blow upon the
haunches causing him to make a
frenzied leap forward.
He had taken no more than a cou
ple of bounds when a huge animal,
which was croughing behind a low
evergreen at the side of the road,
made a tremendous spring at the cut
ter, uttering at the same time a
savage growl, and landed plumply in
the sleigh.
There was enough light for Arm
strong to recognize it as an enormous
panther.
As the savage beast landed in the
cutter, its fore-paws struck the breast
of the man, and with one sweep of
its formidable claws, it ripped away
robe, blankets and clothing almost to
the skin.
The farmer still held the halter in
his hand, and being without any
weapon save a jack knife, he began
belaboring the head of the panther
with the rope. This of course could
do nothing more than irritate the
ferocious animal, which was Capable
of standing any amount of such
punishment.
Curiously enough, while striking
in this desperate fashion, the head
stall passed over the panther’s head ;
and as it was a slipping-noose, the
following attempt at blows drew it
mare tightly about its neck. Arm
strong tried, with might and main, to
throw the beast off, but the most he
could do Was to keep it from injuring
him any further, with its sharp
needio-like claws.
Remembering the knife in his
pocket, he made frantic efforts to
bring it out; but as is generally the
case in such emergencies, it seemed
impossible to succeed, and he gave
up the attempt, fearful that the few
seconds’ idleness which it necessi
tated would prove fatal to himself.
The panther siezed the man’s left
ann, and bit it clean through, the
blood fairly spurring forth. The
taste seemed to increase its fury, and
it fought more savagely than ever,
clawing, and striking, and growling,
with the persistency for which its
species is noted.
Armstrong was a powerful man,
and he fully realized that it was a
struggle for lile on his part.
He saw that his only chance was
with the noose, which had become
fastened around the animal’s neck in
such a curious manner.
With the strength born of desper
ation, he grasped the halter in his
right arm, and bracing his knee
against tiie breast of the beast, he
drew the noose tighter and tighter,
until the panther gasped and released
its hold upon tiie other arm. At the
same time, it struck blindly with
both claws, as if in an instinctive ef
fort to loosen 'he thong; but it was
bo close to the man, when making
these blows, that it stripped his
clothing into ribbons, and lacerate;!
his flesh still more.
While this terrified struggle was
going on the horse was running
away. The instant the brute sprang
into the sleigh, tire steed leaped away
at a dead run, his instinct seeming to
tell him that he was in as qiucb peril
as the man himself
The horse was a fleet animal, and
he carried the sleigh along at a fear
ful rate. It bounded Irom side to
side frequently lifting a foot or two
i’n air as it struck some slight obatruc-
tion, r, liicji would not lyave been [felt
when going upon a trot.
There w<p Kcmiuent danger, every
second* of listing overturned ; .but
Aiftnstrqng thought and eared noth
ing for this, in the wild he wqs
making for life.
Oonvinoed that the only way in
Which he could succeed was by
strangling his adversary, he pulled
on the noose until it Beemcdit would
cut jls head off, but the panther pos
sessed an extraordinary tenacity,
and refused to succumb.
It Still kept up,, its clawing and
striking*->nd though it inflicted no
additional wound® upon tl;e man, it
plaved sad bavqc with his clothing,
which was scatteied in tatters all
along the road,
Still the frenzied horse was plung
ing along ht frcad+on|r speed, and tlie
cutter was in momentary danger of
upsetting, as it swayed and fairly
ricochetted forward as if driven from
some gigantic catapult.
. All at once a sharp turn was
reached in the highway, and in tak
ing it the sleigh went over like a
flash.
There was an instant when Arm
strong felt himself drawn forward
with great velocity through tho snow
and then he was left alone.
Rising to his feet, he caught a par
tial glimpse of the flying steed, with
the cutter aud panther hounding
along after him, and all vanishing in
a cloud of snow.
The halter, being tied to the
vehicle, held the brute f-st. If such
creatures ever do any thinking, this
one must have concluded that some
how or other he had made a mistake
in leaping into that sleigh.
Armstrong made his way to the
nearest house, where his wounds
were carefully attended to, and in
the morning he set out to look for
his horse. He was found a long dis
tance away, suffering no harm except
from his severe fright and great
exhaustion.
The broken sleigh was discovered
the better portion of a mile from
where the panther sprang into it, and
beneath the ruins lay the terrible
beast choked to death.
THE DISAPPOINTED BACHELOR.
Widowers—they wear weeds upon
their time-worn hats; they wear
sanctimonious countenances. They
can be easily distinguished from
other men by reason of their subdued
and solemn air, and their tender con
sideration for sweet girls of sixteen
or thereabouts.
• They are usually quite anxious to
marry again, and are seldom unsuc
cessful in their various matrimonial
endeavors. They know bow to ban.
die a woman; they understand her
whims and caprices ; they are posted
with regard to the exact location of
the vulnerable corner in her heart,
and they besiege this tender spot so
assiduously that they rarely fail to
effect a conquest.
Widows are particulaily fond of
wide wers. They even prefer a sec
ond-rate one to a first-class bachelor.
I can account for this upon no other
theory than that they find it a labori
ous and difficult undertaking to
instruct the uniuitiated bachelor in
the mysterious arts and rudiments of
hooking their dresses and performing
those other necessary and essential
acts and duties appertaining and be
longing in household economy and
domestic felicity; while a widower,
from long previous practical expe
riences can immediately attend to
tlie satisfactory performance of those
things without a long course of se
vere mental discipline or physical
training.
I know a young widow myself.
She is a tall, elegant and warm
hearted woman; she is dignified in
her demeanor, pleasant in her man
ners, cheerful in her conversation
and stylish in her attire. She lias
pearly teeth, red lips, a pair of
tender, bewildering eyes and a high
intellectual forehead, surmounted by
a wealth of waving hair. Her hands
are soft, small and slender, and she
possesses as provokingly pretty a
pair of feet as ever peeped out from
under the folds of a dark dress. The
other night we happened, somehow,
to be together. We sat side by side
in the front parlor having a confiden
tial chat by otlrselvcs. The house
was so still that we hear the
Very crawling of tlie cockroaches in
tho partitions. I managed by much
manoeirVering to get hold of that
white, soft, small and slender hand
of hers, and I said in my tenderest
tone t
“Mrs. Brown, do you intend to
marry again ?”
“Shoo,” she said. “Why, how
you talk.”
“But do you, now, really?”
“Perhaps,” she archly replied, “if
I can persuade some rich and hand
some widower to have me. I wouldn’t
think of marrying any other kind of
a man. I’d sooner take ih washing.”
I am a bachelor. I haven't men
tioned the Subject of matrimony
since. I made up my mind that in
heir regard I was not unlike many of
the manuscripts my publishers re
turn to me marked, “Not exactly
available,”
A KENTUCKY ROMANCE.
A boy of seventeen and a girl of
fifteen went from Kentucky, when;
the law requires parentage consent
for the marriage of minors, across
the river to Cincinnati, where they
were able to get a license and have
the ceremony performed. They had
been married shout an hpur when
the bride’s'father arrived hut being
unable to detain the couple* he had
the boy arrested on a charge of lar
ceny in stealing the girl’s clothing.
Then the groom’s father A-ame, and
became the young people’s friend in
need by giving bail.
“Arc you fond of tongue, sir ?”
“I was always fond of tongue, and I
like it still.”
NOBLE LIVES.
There are hearts Which never falter
In the battle for ‘the right.
There a lie rshks which never falter
Watching through tbe fljarkest night.
And the .agony of sharing
Iu the fiercest of the strife,
Ohly givds a nobler bearing—
Only makes a grander life.
Tliere are those who never weary
Bearing suffering and wrong;
Tnongh the way is long and (Iroary,
It is vocal with their song:
While their spirits in God’s furnace, *
Bending to His gracious will,
Are fashioned in a purer mould
By His loving matchless skill.
There are those whose loving mission
’Tis to bind the bleeding heart ;
And to leach the kind submission
Where great pain aud sorrow smart.
There are angels bearing to ns
‘■ftWVOSftteh ministry to pence ;
While the night is nearing to us,
And iife’s bitter trials cease.
There are those who battle slauder,
Envy, jealousy and hate ;
Wlio would rather die Ilian pander
To tiie passions of earth’s great;
No more earthly power can crush them,
They dread not the tyrant’s trown ;
Neither fear nor favor hush them,
-Never bind their snirits down.
Three Hours in Glory.
WHAT A LITTLE GIRL SAW WHILE
IN A TRANCE.
The following singular story comes
from Monroe, Wis., and is vouched
for as strictly true by prominent res
idents of that place: Nellie Black
ford is thirteen years old, and never
has Deena robust child. Some two
months ago or more she supposed
her mother to be dying, and ran
nearly two miles for neighbors to bo
present. She returned exhausted,
was taken down to the bed witli ill
ness, suffering greatly for many
weeks afterward. A physician gave
all possible attention, but she con
tinued to grow worse. The doctor
finally declared that no human pow
er could save her, and that she must
die. Nellie, too, expressed a desire
not to live, saying that she wished to
go to God and the angels, ere her
dear afflicted mother left her a help
less orphan. One Monday afternoon
the friends and neighbors assembled
to see her pass away. About three
o’clock her extremities became very
cold, and they thought her gently
and happily passing “over the river.”
All at once a change passed over her
features, a sweet smile illuminated
her 'countenance, and the most in
tense delight seemed portrayed and
lingered on her face till it fairly
shone. Words fail to express the
happiness, and contentment, aiid glo
ry there depicted. A continual change
seemed passing over her quiet I'aCe,
all tolling of something bright and
beautiful passing before her enrapt
ured eyes. All at ouoe to the aston
ishment of all, she raised her little
hands in the attitude of listening
intently', changing her position con
tinually and seeming to listen witli
all the power of her being. She
continued in this state for very nearly
three hours, scenting perfectly un
conscious of all surrounding objects
and sounds. She seemed to gently
rouse front this condition. She
opened her eyes, and, seeing her
mother standing near, a sweet and
heavenly smile passed over her face.
Her mother stooped and asked her
if she heard sweet music. Nellie had
spoken before of hearing music when
in her sinking spells.
And now comes the 3trnngo and
miraculous story of this little daugh
ter ofaffliction as related by herself:
“I seemed as though I was walking
through a pleasant country till I
came to a place that surely was
heaven. There were streets all paved
with gold, and such beautiful foun
tains as clear as crystal that seemed
to rise up and then fall in bright
sparkling drops. I laid down on a
soft, grassy batik to rest, near a
fountain, Where my grandpa who has
been dead six years came to me, and
said I should go back to take care
of my little sister till she was large
enough to take care ot herself. My
little brother, whom I had never seen,
came to me and told me he was my
brother, and he played Such sweet
music for me on a golden harp. A
crown ot gold encircled his head.
He was all dressed in gleaming white
and so was grandpa. And he did
not look so old as when here, and liis
eyes were perfect, not blind of the
one he used to be. His voice sound
ed so familiar.
“Then, oh ! I can hardly tell, I saw
Jesus all robed in white, a dazzling
crown upon his head. He sat on such
a beautiful high seat that was on n
raised platform. All seemed of gold,
and there were beautiful trees, flow
ers, streams and fountains of clear
water around the throne abd every
where, Angels were flying around,
bright crowns upon their heads, and
golden harps in their hands, and
they played the sweetest music that
I ever heard. I felt so sorry at first
when grandpa told me I should go
back, and take the place of my dear
mother, and she, should come. When
I first seemed to get to this beautiful
place tiie sweet word Welcome!
Welcome 1 echoed all around. I saw
so many things that words fail to tell
them now. The angels said they
would cure me, that 1 should take no
medicine, and I know 1 shall get
well.”
Jfellie Blackford, it is said, has
gieatly improved since her trance
vision, and seems In a fair way to get
entirely well.
The Boston Post wants someone
to find the word “cat” in the Bible.
It’s a put up job to induce lp!k%to
read the book.
A man in Ontario county. Canada,
Worth SIOO,OOO lias been urrested for
stealing a horse blanket.
NO- 23
A RESISTLESS MAtIXET.
Prof. Smyth was once lecturing oil
Natural Philosophy, and in the
course of his experiments he intro
duced one of Carrington's most pow
erful magnets, with which he attract
ed a block of iron from a distance of
two feet.
“Can any of you conceive a great
er attractive power?” the lecturer
demanded. '
“I ken!” answered a voice from
the audience.
‘Not a natural terrestrial object?”
“Yaas, sir.”
The Professor challenged the man
who had spoken to,name the thing.
Then up rose old Seth Win Jet.
He was a genius in his way, and’
original. Said he:
“I ken give ye the facts, squire,
and you can judge for yourself.
When I were a young man, tliar were
a little piece o’ natei'al magnet, done
up in kaliker aiid dimity, as was
called Betsy .Tane. She could draw
me fourteen miles every Sunday.
Salces alive ! it were just as nateral as
sliding down a hill. Thar wan’t no
resistin’ her. That ere magnet o’
yourn is pooty good, but ’tain’t a
circumstance to the one ’at drawed
me.”
AX EARXESTBHEPHERD.
A young man who lives on a farm
near Bochara, Australia, lately went
to sleep on a sofa after a hard day’s
work, and had been lying there some
time when he got up and went out
side. Ilis companions observed that
he walked with a. staggering gait,
but little notice was taken of the
matter, rs they expected him tore
join them immediately. The som
nambulist, for such ho was, passed
through three or four gates, untying
and retying the fastening', which arc
made of.rope, and made his way to
tlie woolshed. There he hung his
coat upon a nail, took down a pair
of shears he had been using in the
daytime, anil proceeded to sharpen
them. He next caught a sheep, and
had just finished shearing it, when ho
was awakened by the sudden arrival
of his friends, who had come with a
lantern to search for him. The
shock of awakening caused him to
tremble like a leaf, hq soon regained
his equanimity. The sheep wus
shorn as well as if the work had
been performed in broad daylight
and the night was by no moans a
clear one.
A SXAKE STORY.
Tlie Jackson (Tennessee) Sun of
last week contained a remarkable
story about a lady and snake in that
city. According to tlie particulars
recited, tlie lady, who. is lil'ty-seven
years of age, had for twenty years or
mote carried a live snake in lief
stomach. The reptile was alwat’s
more lively in its movements a short
time alter meals than an other times,
causing to tlie victim the most un
pleasant sensation of botli mind and
body—producing nausea, heartburn,
and a slight distension of the
stomach. These movements ceased
about three weeks ago, and a week
later, a snake ten inches in length
and as large as a man’s finger was
discharged. Mr Robert Oates, the
editor of the Sun, who is now on a
visit to Louuville, in a cmiversation
with a Courier-Journal reporter, says
he knows the lady wcll,*and substan
tiates tlie story by the most positive
affirmation that he kaiows every
word of it to be true, fie gives the
name of the lady as Mrs. Dr. Alex.
Jackson. He says that Mrs. Jark
son thinks she must have drank tlie
snake in embryo from a spring while
attending a squirrel s.ew in West
Tennessee twenty years ago.
WIFE, MISTRESS *AXD “LADY.”
Who marries for love, takes a wife;
who marries for position, takes a la
dy. You are loved by your wife, re
garded by your mistress, and tolera
ted by your lady. You have a wife
for yourself, a mistress for your
house and friends, a lady for the
world and society. Your wife will
agree with you, your mistress will
i ule you, your lady manage you.
Your wife will take care of your
household, your mistress of your,
house, your lady of appearances. If
you are sick, your wife will nurse
you, your mistress will visit you,
your lady will inquire after your
health. You take a walk with your
wife, a ride with your mistress, and
go to a party with your lady. Your
wife will share your grief, your mis
tress your money, your lady your
debts. If you die, your wife will
weep, your mistress will lament, ami
your lady wear mourning. Which'
will you have?
ADVICE TO JOKERS.
Always let your jokes bn well
timed. A113" time will do for n good
joke, hut no time will do for a bad
one. Any place will fit, provided the
joke itself be fitting, but it never (its
if a joke bo out of its place. Ton
cannot order a joke as you would it
coat, or a. pair of hoots'. In con
cocting jokes, as in making puddings,
each person employ's similar materi
als, but the quality of the disil is en
tirely dependent on the skill of the
artist. The uttorer of a’good joke is
a Useful member of society-, but the
maker of a bad one is a more despi
cable character than the veriest,coin
er by profession. A joke from a
gentleman is an act of 'Chajity“ an
uncharitable joke is an ungerittemon
ly act. The retort courteous is the
touchstone of good -feeling; tip reply
churlish—tiie proof of cold-headed
stupidity.
An old bachelor seeing-the; words
“families supplied,” over the door of
a grocery siore, stepped in.,Bud. said
lie would take a wife and twg chil
dren.■
f'ommoji fame is often a eofWmoir