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GWINNETT HERALD. RUSHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY PEEPLES & YARBROUGH. TVLEIi M. PEEPLES, Editor. uvtes of subscription. RAI „„ ....82 00 SS >“ Cm ”“ l „ b ,e ™b-'-p»',,blc Subscription rate 1 C7neoSs' ve subscribers, and ' mLev will receive a copy free. je uShers wishing their papers one post-office to another, “Ate”be «.«» .1 >O, ;»««« „l„‘h they wish it. changed, u well 3 that to which Uieyjvislnt^enC^^^ LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS. hcriff sales, per levy. ...••••• • ' [ortgage fi fa sales, per sq ‘' 5 00 'ax Collector s u Oft Kters of administration... * dd [otice to debtors »nd creditors... •> 00 ,eave to sell land " ale of land, per square o 00 otters of dismission..... ’ Application for homestead 2 00 jstray notices 6 ou Sales of land, by administrators, xccutors or guardians, are required by iw to be held on the first Tuesday in the lonth between the hours of ten in the ■renoon and three in the afternoon at he Court-house in the county in which he property is situated. Notice of these sales must be given in public gazette 40 days previous to the Notice to debtors and creditors of an state must also be published 40 days. Notice for the sale of personal proper- T mu st be given in like manner, 10 days irevious to sale day. Notice that application will be made o the Court of Ordinary for leave to ell land must be published for four weeks. Citations on letters of administration, ■aardianship, &C-, must be published 30 jays- for dismission from administration, lionthly, three months; for dismission rom guardianship, 40 day*. Rules for the foreclosure of mortgages nust be published monihiy, four months ; or establishing lost papers, for the full pace of three months; for compelling (ties from executors or administrators, 0 here bond has been given by the de- I cased, the full space of three months. Sheriff’s sales must be published for jur weeks. Estray notices, two weeks. Publications will always be continued ccording to these, the legal requirements, nless otherwise ordered. ■ PROFESSIONAL CARDS. ■■am..). rnNX. wm. e. summons. ■ WINN & SIMMONS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BaWHENCEVIIXE, G EOEGIA. ■ Practice in Gwinnett and the adjoining HaTIIA.V I. HUTCHINS, GARNETT m’MII.I.AN, ■Lawrenceville, Ga. Clarksville, Ga. Whutcuins 4- McMillan ; ATTORNEYS AT LAW. ■ Offices at Lawrenceville and Clarksville. I Practice in the counties of the Western ‘Bircuit, and in Milton and Forsyth of the Blue Ridge. mar 15—ly J. N* GLENN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ■tWRENCEVILLS, GA. Will promptly attend to alt business Bturusted to his care, and also to Land, Bounty and Pension claims mar 15-Gni ■TYLER M. PEEPLES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Bawrencf.viu.e, ga. B Practices in the counties of Gwinnett, ■fall, Jackson a:id Milton. | I Pension, claims promptly attended to ■ mar 15-6 m B>RS. T. K. & G. A. MITCHELL, ■ LAWRENCEVILLE, GA., ■ Respectful ty tender a continuation of ■heir professional services to the citizens generally. Keep constantly on hand a assortment of drugs and chemicals. I rescriptions carefully prepared. lar 15—ly - J- SH AFFERM L) ysician and surgeon, LAWRENCEVILLE, GA. marls-6m DR. T. Q. JACOBS, SURGEON DENTIST, ciog prepared to practice his proses -10 * ,s branches, iuforms the citi , Lawrenceville and vicinity that he e at hi* office in Lawrenceville from ' 'I” the.lßth of each month. By n P attention to business, and reason prices, he hopes to secure a liberal °n«ge. a*” All work warranted. mar22ly B - P. ROBE R TB~ Attorney at Law, ALPHARETTA, GEORGIA, 1 'll attend to all business entrusted to are in the Blue Ridge circuit; also x counties of Ilall and Gwinnett of Western circuit ■ C °" n “ted with Col. 11. 11. Walker B* tnsio a, Land Warrants and B. "* ***** against Dm United States moment. juilu 14 _ ( i m AIR-LINE house , ■ I>r .vor Street, near the Car Shed, ATLANTA, GA. f*” Kh, TH, - - Proprietor. %tjle Mml , or Inlying, 50 Cents. au o "IG-lf * Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ] Yol. I. From the Atlanta Sun. Politics and Poetry. Below is given, a “poem’’ which appeared in a recent number of the Rochester (New York) Democrat and Chronicle, a fussy organ. \Ve give the lines in full, editorial foot notes and all: Politics and Toelry do not hitch wall; but, after all, no one who doens’t like incongruieties can ever feel “like lie was in Georgy.” A gentleman of Northern birth and education, and entertaining “Northern ideas,” hap pended to be in Atlanta, Georgia, a few weeks since, wlien the Dem ocratic nominee for Governor respond ed to a serenade by a speech glowing with Southern fire. The nominee— Smith by name—was particularly pointed in his advice to “caipet-bag gers.” The speech made such* a deep impression upon the Northerner that he poetized as follows: A Few Lines Suggested by a Late Speech of J. Milton Smith, Democratic Gover nor of Georgia. Come all ye carpet-baggers[and stand up in a row, For it’s to give you blazes I’m going for to go— You’d better pack and travel, you’d bet ter git away, For we-uns won’t have you-uns down here in Geor.-g-i-a. From the beginning your-uns were car pet baggers all, Some of you bad large ones, and some of you had small, No matter where you landed, upon “old Plymouth rock,” Or down in the “old York State,” of Knickerbocker stock. With carpet-bag in hand, and dunnage well supplied, You came not empty handed, it cannot be denied, With honest conscience clear, and a bag of guineas bright. You came to cultivate the land and wor ship God aright. But we landed South, from prison ships they say, Sent for criminal practice to old Virgin i a, la convict uniform arrayed, perhaps a chain and ball, Were planted there with “nary one” a carpet bag at all. And that’s the reason why wc arc the F. F. Y’s, First Felions of Virginia, sent across the stormy seas, And that’s the reason why we always hated you, With your carpet-bags, and money-bags, and Yankee doodle-doo. We baint no use for you-uns pollutin’ of our ground, And buildin’ of your railroads every where around, A siltin’ up a string of telegraphic poles And diggin’ down our mountings in search of iron and coals. We don’t want no readin’, writin’, we don’t want np rithmetick, This blasted talk of common schools is all a Yankee trick, Education is the bane of true Democracy, “Git.” with your Webster’s spellin’ book, and double rule of three. TheKu-Klux are out, a prowling round each night With masks upon their faces, and sheets of ghostly white; Upon defenceless niggers they make a gallant fight, Then sneak away in terror as soon as it is light. The boys have heard Milt. Smith, and they will take the hint; *Bob Toombs and Bose say so, and “Aleck” too, and and “Lint;" . So you uns better travel the road you came And if wc owe you “somethin’,” we’ll re pudiate the same. MORAL. ( What the other jmrty says about it.) My grand sire crossed the Delaware along with Washington; He (ought in mapy a bloody Geld, where liberty was won, And everywhere the old flag waves, I cluim an equal right, And if you try to crowd me, John, you bet there'll be a fight. *Gen. Toombs; his son in-law, Gen. Dußose, present member of Congress, and said to be Chief of the Georgia Ku klux; Hon. Alexander H. Stephens and his brother, Judge Linton Stephens. “Carpet Bagger.” This reads well in a Radical paper, and will, no doubt, “go the rounds.” Hut it fails to take the genuine carpet bagger view of the question, such as is given below, in A Few Lines Suggested by the Inaugural Address of .lames Milton Smith, Gov. of Geor gia. (carpet-bagger solus.) The jig is up, our race is run; we’ve made our latest grab: And not a thing is left now worth goiug for to nab, So we had better pack our duds and git away from here, Aud go to hum. where we ain’t becu this half a dozcu year. Lawrenceville, G-a., Wednesday, January 31, 1872. These goobervgrabbere’aren’t the stuff wt fondly hojK'd they were; They’d snk their State before they’d let us folks “develop” her; They scorn onr ‘ Knickerbocker stock,” and spit on Plymouth rock, And boast as being llugucnot—or old Dominion stock. We came—our carpet bags were lean— we hadn’t much to boast— From Maine and Massachusetts, we came, a perfect host; We go—our carpet-bags ore full of Georgia bonds and sinch. I reckon, altogether, we’ve enough to make us rich. We came to be “developers”—to show these folks as how New England brains were just the thing they all are needing now. We got “State Aid” to do the work, and put some railroads through. For every road we built we got ’bout “aid’tenoogh for two. We didn’t come for nothing, I guess we all will say; And I think as how the most of us have kind o’ made it pay. There’s Kimball—they do say that he has failed for ’bout a million, So trke us all, in all the States, I guess we’ve got a billion. There’s Scott, in South Carolina, with JPP his twenty million clear, And Bullock—but how much lie got does not jest yet appear. They’re mighty smart “developers"— and la ! how they went in ! I reckon, on the whole, as how they’re right well off for tin. We didn’t come a teaching school; that’s played out long ago. The market for Geography and Grmmar is too slow. We didn’t bring ’em ’rithmetics, but pol tics instead; And went in for to make some laws and ’mend what laws they bed. They talk about the Rule of Three —we came to rule the State; To make her Constitution, and for her to legislate; And some as high as Congress set their aspiring Aggers, And went there, too upon the votes of woolly-headed niggers, But that’s played out, our prospect ain’t worth a tarnal cuss. No chance here for “promotion.” This State's too small for us; So well go back to old York State, and some of us to Maine — Perhaps those old indictmeuts there will not come up again. We’re played, that’s sure. Our cake is baked: onr race is fully ruu; Milt. Smith is Uov’nor now you know; he’ll pardon nary one; Git up and git is now the word, and we bad better mind; Or these cussed goober-grabber laws will snatch us inflows blind. ( What the other jxirtg sags about it.) Your grand sires crossed the Delaware— I think is what you say— But, if they were like their grand sons who flourish in onr day, They may have crossed the Delaware [this fact is not denied], But only crossed to steal the spoons that were on t’other side. jjgrThe Americas Republican, of Tuesday, has the following: We learn that an old man, nam ed Henry Ellison, and liis son, were botii killed by a man, named Melson, at Tazwell, Marion county, on Saturday last. An election was being held for a Justice of the Peace, when Melson attempt ed to force a negro to vote against liis will, to which the elder Ellison, who was acting as a manager in the election, objected. Melson took offense at this, and in the dispute which followed became so enraged that he struck Ellison in the head witii a knife, inflicting a fatal wound. Young Ellison Caine up, and seeing his father in dan ger, gave battle to the assailant, and was killed almost instantly, being stabbed twicc-once through the heart The elder Ellison sur vived about two hours. Melson, after giving the iatal blows, was struck down with a chair in the hands of another son of Ellison, and left for dead by the crowd which gathered around the scene of the tragedy; but, while the at tention of the parties present was taken up by the victims of liis an ger, recovered and made good his escape, and, at last accounts, had not been captured. The people of Glynn county have been plea»atitly surprised that $300,- 000 of county bonds are missing.— The Ordinary, a Massachusetts de veloper, is also missing. — • - J. W. Wright, of Greenes boro, advertises John McPherson, agent for Gould & Bros , Rochester, New York, dealers in fruit trees, as a fruit tree swindler. *LtTTowu pumps —Local editors. “COMING EVENTS CAST THEIII SHADOWS BEFORE!” For the Gwinnett Herald. PEN AND INK SKETCHES. NUMKKU XVIII. William Nesbit. Wm. Nesbit was—as stated in one of my preceding sketches— the first, sheriff of this county, and held the office consecutively as sheriff and deputy sheriff for four teen years. It lias been said—and it wan universally conceded by the old citizens—that he was the most efficient sheriff the county ever had. As an arresting officer, (‘spe cially, lie lias had no equal within my knowledge, so far as this coun ty is concerned. In liis day of sheriffing, tin* coun ty was new, the population, to a great extent, wild and lawless, and had within its limits many despe rados, as is common in all new countries. It was said by Wm. Brandon, once, “that North and South Carolina bad both boiled over, and the scum had run over into the now part of Georgia.’*— Many of those desperate men, had at various times resisted success fully the constables, but when Nesbit got after them, if they could not out run him, they were sure to be taken. I still remember liis clear, shrill voice, in calling parties and svit nesses into court. That clarion voice is still upon my ear as lie would open court, with his “Oyez! oyez! oyez! The Superior Court of Gwinnett county is now opened according to adjournment. God save the State and the Honorable Court.” It was said wilhas much grace and dignity as it is sui 1 in England by one of the High Sher iffs of the Realm. Those were iny “robin-hood” days—the days of log cabins and sanded floors—of pewter plates and basins displayed in the son and to passers-by, on a shelf at the front door, and to visitors in the cupboard in the principal room of the house—of tinkers with packs on their backs to mend such wares as might be broken, or to mould new ones from the old, for the thrifty house-wives. Those were the days when the land was fresh from tho hand of God. No sedge or old pine-fields—and the country was covered with magnifi cent forests and the sti earns full of fish. If a young man wished to marry, he went on the other side of the spring—or to another on iiis father’s virgin soil—built liis log cabin, cleared a turnip patch and cowpen, married, and went to multiplying and replenish ing the earth according to law. Since then, alas ! thecountiy is scarred with red gullies and old worn-out fields —the forests arc gone—and if a young man mar ries, there is but little assurance but he will become a profligate and debauchee, and procuring an “Emigrant Ticket,” elopes with an other woman to the distant West, leaving Ids wife in wretchedness and his children in want. Mr. Nesbit served two sessions in the Georgia Senate —first in 1829 and again in 1833. 11c was born in York District, South Carolina, and in early life came to Jackson county in this State, and afterwards removed to this counly, and died on the 27th of June, 1803, in the 70lh year of his age. He iived for many years near the DeKalb line, on the “Old High* tower Trail”—the dividing linn between the counties of Gwinnett and DeKalb. Mr. Nesbit was a man of strik ing appearanoe ; full six feet high ; of rounded proportions, evinc ing strength and activity; a re markable walk, indicating indepen dence and resolution, liis iaco was of the finest typo, not only bespeaking manliness, but kiud ness and benevolence. Upon a recent visit, by the wri ter, to his son, Hon. John Nesbit, of Milton county, be showed me his photograph. It was a perfect sac simile of Win. Nesbit—with his peculiar form, handsome faee, and determined contour of the mouth—that had so often excited my admiration of the original when in life. It was in his domestic life that the nobler and kinder traits of tho man were displayed. When liis married daughters would reach that point in married life—wo man’s greatest extremity—when all the affections of a father are drawn out, and his keenest solici tude aroused for the safe passage through the dread ordeal, he would be there—at the bed-side —to ad minister comfort and assurance; and amid all his noble traits of character, this was the noblest, the kindest, the best of all ! Of all the men whom I have, or may write, the subject of this sketch has claims upon me hardly equalled by any. He was for a long series of years the fast friend and companion of my father, and the devoted friend of bis family.— Agreeing in all their views—espe cially of polities—they were in harmony through a long life, with uninterrupted friendship and cor diality. Being of the first settlers of the new county, they went shoulder to shoulder in efforts to suppress crime and rascality, and contracted an intimacy that termi nated only with their lives. I would that I was competent to pronounce a suitable eulogy of his private life and public services. 1 feel my inability for the task. He, with his associates and com peers of the early times and histo ry of our county, had their brief day, and have now nearly all “Wrapped the drapery of their couch about them, and have laid down to pleasant dreams.” It is left to me, in a feeble way, to call up their memories and brief ly to recount some of their many virtues. The task is agreeable, but the service is lame ! “I name them over, one by one. Ami weep o’er days forever gone— O’er friends whose suns of life have set, And voices thrilling memory yet. I’hoy vanished like a morning beam, Or sunlight on the rippling stream ; And gloom lurks in the web of years, And hope of youth all disappears. Now when the Moon her Chariot drives, And night, the jewelled Maid arrives, I think upon departed hours With hush of moon and blush of flowers.' W. — «o. » Blue Eyes Behind the Veil. Mr. Edge was late at breakfast. That was not an unusual occur rence, and be was disposed to l>e cross; which was likewise noth ing new. So he retired behind the newspaper, and devoured liis eggs and toast without vouchsaf ing any reply to the remarks of the fresh-looking little lady oppo site, to wit: Mrs. Edge. But she was gathering together her forces for the final onslaught, and when at length Mr. Edge had got down to the last paragraph, and laid aside the paper, it Came. “Dear, didn’t you say you was going to have a hundred dollars for my new futs, to-day ?” ‘‘What furs?” (rather shortly was this spoken.) “Oh, pshaw ! What is the use of being so ex travagant? 1 have no money to lay out in useless follies. The old ones arc good enough for any sen sible woman to wear.” Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul that she was, relapsed into immediate silence. She only sigh ed a soft inward sigh,'and pres ently began a new attack. “ilenry, will you g« with me to my aunt’s, to night ?” “Can’t you go alone ?” “Alone, how would it look I” Mrs E’s temper -for she had one, though it did not parade itself— was aroused. “You are so neg lected of those little attentions you used to pay me once; you never walk with me, nor pick up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress as you once did.” “Well, a fellow can’t be forever waiting on women, can he ?” growled Mr. Edge. “You could be polite enough to Mrs Waters, last night, when you never thought to ask whether I wanted any thing, though you knew perfectly well that I had a headache—l don’t believe you care as much for me as yob used to.” And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty with the tears in her blue eyes and a quiver on Xlic round, rosy lips. “Pshaw,” said the husband peev ishly. “Now don’t be silly, Maria.” “And in the stage, yesterday, vou never asked me if I was warm enough, or put my shawl around me. It was mortifying enough, Ilenry ; indeed it was.’’ “I didn’t know women were such fools.” said Mr. Edge, as lie j drew on his overcoat, to escape | the tempest which was fu3t ap proaching. “Am I the sort of mnn to make a ninny of myself doing the polite to any sort of a female creature? Did you ever know ine to be conscious whether [s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. a woman had on a shawl ora shal low-tailed coat?” Maria eclipsed the blue eyes be hind a little pocket-handkerchief, and Henry banged the door loud enough to give Betty in the kitch en a nervous start. “Raining again I Ido believe we are going to have a second del uge,” said Mr. Edge to himself, that evening, as lie ensconced six feet of iniquity into the southwest corner of the car at city ball. “Go ahead, conductor, can’t you see we are full, and it is dark al ready ?” “In one minute, sir,” said the conductor, us lie helped a little woman, with a basket, on hoard. “Now, sir, move up a little, it* you please.” Mr. Edge was exceedingly com fortable and did not want to move, but the light of the lamp filling on the pearly forehead and shining golden hair of the comer, lie altered his mind and moved lip, “What lovely eyes,” quoth he, mentally, as he bestowed a single acknowledged smile. "Real violet, the very color I most admire ! Bless me 1 what business have old men like me to be thinking übout eyes. There, she has drawn a confounded veil over her face, and the light is ns dim as a tallow dip; hut those were pretty eyes I” The fair possessor of those blue eyes shivered slightly and drew her mantilla close around her shouldcis. “Are you cold, Miss ? Pray honor me by wearing my Shawl. 1 do not need it myself.” She did not refuse—she mur mured some faint apology for troubling him, but it was not a re- fusal. “No trouble —not a bit,"said lie, with alacrity, arranging it on her tapering shoulders, and then, as the young lady handed Her fare to the conductor, lie said to himself, “what a slender little hand! it there is any thing I admire in. , woman it is a pretty hand. Won der what kind of a mouth she has got? it must be a delightful one if it corresponds with the hair and eye8 —jdaguo take that veil.” But “plague,” whoever that inys* lical power may be, did not take possession of the veil, so Mr. Edge’s curiosity about the blue eyed damsel remained unsatisfied. “Have you room enough, Miss ? 1 fear you are crowded. Pray sit a little closer to me.” “Thank yon, sir,” was the soft reply coming from behind the veil, as Mr. Edge reflected—like an an gel from a dark cloud. And his heart gave a large thump as the pretty shoulder touched his own shaggy overeat in a hesitating sort of a way. “Decidedly this is getting quite romantic,” thought lie, and then with an audible whisper, “what would Maria say ?’’ The rest of that long, dreary ride was delicious with the shoul der against liis own. How gal lantly' he jumped up to pull the strap for her —by some streak it happened to be at the very street where lie intended to stop. And under the circumstances we hardly blame, wlicn the cars stopped so suddenly that she caught at his arm for the squeeze he gave the plump, rosy hand—any man of sense would have done the same— it was such an inviting little lily. “Allow mo to carry your basket, Miss, as our path lies in the same direction,” said Mr. Edge, courte ously, relieving her of her burden as lie spoke ; ‘and—and —may lie you’d find less difficulty if you take my arm.’ ” Well, wasn’t it delightful ? Mr. Edge lorgot tHo wet streets and pitchy darkness —ho thought lie was walking oil roses. Only as he approached his door he began to feel a little nervous, and wished the little incognito would not hold on so tight. Suppose Maria should be at the window on the lookout, as she often was, how would she interpret mutters ? He couldn t make her believe that lie only wanted to be polite to tHe tail traveler. Besides his sweeping declarations in the morning—she would be sure to recall them. As be stopped at the riglit number, and he bade her adieu, he was as tonished to see her likewise run up the steps to enter. Gracious Apollo ! he burst into a cold per sgi ration at the idea of the young lady’s error. “I think yen must have made a mistake, Miss,” he stammered; “this can’t be your house.” “But it was too late—she was already iu the brilliantly lighted RATES OF ADVERTISING. srACK 3 mo’s. 6 mo’s. 12 mo’s. 1 square $ 400 S (> oo SJQ 09 2 pq’rs G 00 JO 00 15 00 3 sqr’a 8 00 14 00 20 00 % col. 12 00 20 00 | 30 00 y„ col. 20 00 35 00 GO 00 one col. 40 00 75 00 | lot* 00 The money for advertisements is due on the first insertion. A square is the space of one inch in depth of the column, irrespective of the 11(11111)01 of lines. Marriage's and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published free. For a mnn ad vertising liis wife, and nil other personal matter, double rates will be charged. hall, and turning around threw off her dripping habiliments, and made a low courtesy. “Why, it’s my wife 1” gasped Mr. Edge. “And happy to see tl at you have not forgotten all your gal lantry towards us ladies,'’pm sued the merciless little puss, her bine eyes (they were pretty) all in a dance with suppressed roguery. Edge looked from ceiling to floor in vain search for a loop hole to retreat, but the search was unavailing. “Well,” he said in the most sheepish of tones, “it’a the first time I was ever polite to a woman in the cars, and hang me if it shan’t be the last.” “You see, my dear," said ecstat ic little lady, “I didn’t expect to be delayed so long, and not any idea I tumid meet with such atten tion in the cars, and that from my husband, too ! Goodness gra cious, how aunt Priscilla will en joy the joke ” “If you tell that old harpy I will never hear the last of it,” said Edge in desperation. "Very probable,” was the pro voking reply of his wife. “Now, look licrc, darling,” Said Mr. Edge, eoaxingly, “you won’t say any thing, will you ? A lel low don’t want to be laughed at by all the world. 1 say. Marin, you shall have the prettiest furs ill New York if you will only keep quiet—you shall, upon my honor.” The terms were satisfactory, and Maria capitulated—who woiil !n’t ? And tiiat is the way she got those splendid furs that filled the hearts of all her female friends with envy. And perhaps it was what made Mr. Edge such a courteous husband ever since. The most definite description a Down East woman could give of her lost baby was, “kinder fat, with a calico dress on.” _i—• y «-»»■■' —- r Mr Y yung Sutton, who was soil of the Bishop of Canterbury, was too hot tempered for a Bishop's boy.— One day he wont into Saunders dc Otlcy's shop, Very angry at not hav ing received some books he had ordered. He “blew,” indeed, until one of the partneis intimated to him that liis language was past endurance. “I don’t know who you are,” was the answer, “but I don’t want to annoy you personally, as you may not bo tho one in fault; it’a your confounded house that I blame. You may bo Othy, and you may be Saunders. — If you are Saundeis, d— n Otley . If you are Oiler, d—n Saunders ! I mean nothing personal to you." . - A voting lady while walking with a young gentleman, stum bled; and when her companion, to prevent her falling, grasped her hand somewhat .tightly, she sim pered, “O, sir, if it comes to that, you must ask my pa !” ©ay* The Grand Duke Alexis was snow-balled in St. Louis last Tuesday. While liding around the city with a party of friends, a gang of boys was encountered who instantly recognized the im perial visitor. With a chorus of yells, “There's the Juke!” and ‘ Give it to the Soli of a Czar!” tho mitrailleus snow-balls was dis charged. Royalty ducked beneath the fast descending missils, but ducking availed not, aid Alexis smiled a grim smile as tho Demo cratic snow ti ckled down his neck. The mind of the average American gamin is not up to de cent respect of royalty. - ' ■■ —■ - —* A’-gT If our young friends will smoke we advise them to give their breath the benefit of Darby’s Prophylactic Fluid. tUf' “Whar is Europe to Amer ica ?” said a stump orator. “No whar ! Whar is England ? No wliar I They call England tho mistress of the sea; lint what makes the sea ? Tho Mississippi! and all we’ve got to do is to turn the Mississippi into tne Mammoth Gave, and the English navy will bo floundering in the mud.” I Jt iT A minister, being asked by a wag, if there were any quarrel some women in heaven, turned red, hesitating, scratched liis head, and replied : “Really, sir, I—l—l have never been there to see !” g3T Young ladies, as a genera! rule, partake more hardly of the supper at an evening entertainment than the young men. No. 43.