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C'vinnett herald.
If EWES YARBROUGH.
M . rEEPtES, Editor.
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U-Sales of land, by administrators,
K„ or guardians, are required by
T held on the first Tuesday in the
j£J«n ‘he hours of ten in the
and three in the afternoon at
Court-house in the county in which
nmuerty is situated.
LiS of these sales must be given in
ablic gazette 40 days previous to the
iotiw to debtors and creditors of an
ite mast also be published 40 days,
fotice for the sale of personal proper
hust be given in like manner, 10 uavs
lions to sale day.
Lice that application will be made
(the Court of Ordinary for leave to
land must be published for four weeks.
Stations on letters of administration,
[dianship, 4c., must be published 30
L for dismission from administration,
itidy, three months; for dismission
L juardianship, 40 days,
tules for the foreclosure of mortgages
[t be published monthly, four months ;
Ltahlishing lost papers, for the full
L of three months ; for compelling
L f ro m executors or administrators,
he bond has been given by the de-
L], the full space of three months.
Lriff’s sales must be published for
| weeks.
[stray notices, two weeks.
[ublications will always be continued
Irding to these, the legal iequipments,
Is otherwise ordered.
IFtOFESSIONAL CARDS.
J. WINN. WM. B. SIMMONS.
HNN & SIMMONS.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
RENCEVILLK, GEORGIA.
actice in Gwinnett and the adjoining
lies. marl 5-1 y
AX L HUTCHINS, GARNETT m’mIIJ.AN,
rrenceville, Ga. Clarksville, Ga.
jtchins Sr McMillan ,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
Sees at Lawrenceville and Clarksville,
pctice in the counties of the Western
lit, anti in Milton and Forsyth of the
[Ridge. mar 15-1 y
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
RENCEVII LE, GA.
ill promptly attend to all business
sted to his care, and also to Land,
ty and Pension claims mar 15-6 m
LEJR M. PEEPLES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Benceyille, ga.
ictices in the counties of Gwinnett,
Jackson and Milton,
nsion claims promptly attended to
r 15-6 m
IG. A. MITCHELL,
CEYILLE, GA.,
under a continuation of
services to the citizens
) constantly on hand a
of drugs and chemicals,
carefully prepared.
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and surgeon,
SEVILLE, GA.
GL JACOBS,
>N DENTIST,
1 to practice his profes
ranches, informs the citi
ville and vicinity that he
ce in Lawrenceville from
tb of each month. By
to business, and rcason
'pes to secure a liberal
warranted. mar22ly
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NEr AT Law,
TTA, GEORGIA,
all business entrusted to
lue Ridge circuit; also
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th Col. H. 11. Walker
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'nst the United States
jutie 14-(>m
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Weekly Gwinnett Herald.
T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ]
Vol. 11.
The Old School House.
1 sat an hour to-day, John,
Beside the old brook stream.
Where we were school boys in old time,
When manhood was a dream.
The brook is choked with fallen leaves,
The pond is dried away;
I scarce believe that you would know
The dear old place to-day.
The school house is no more, John,
Beueath the willow trees;
The wild rose by the window's side
No more waves in the breeze;
The scattered stones look desolate,
The sod that rested on
lias been ploughed np by stranger hands,
Since you and I have gone.
The old gum tree is dead, John,
And what is sadder now,
The broken grape vine of our swing
Hangs on the withered bough;
I read our names upon the bark,
And found the pebbles rare,
Laid up beneath the hollow side,
As we piled them there.
Beneath the grass-grown bank, John,
I looked for our old spring,
That rubbled down the little path
Three paces from the spring.
The rushes grow upon the brink,
The pool is black and bare,
And not a foot for many a day
It seems has trodden there.
I took the old blind road, John,
That wandered up the hill;
Tls darker than it used to be,
And seems so long and still;
The birds yet flirt from bough to bough
Where once the sweet grapes hung,
But not a voice of human kind
Where all our voices sung.
I sat on the fence, John,
That lives as in old time,
The same half pan.iel in the path
We used so often to climb,
And thought how o’er the bars of life
Our playmates had passed on,
And left me counting on the spot
The faces that were gone.
Mule Artillery.
Out in a certain Western fort, some
time ago, the Major conceived the
idea that artillery might be used
effectively in fighting the Indians
by di-pensing with gun carriages
and fastening the cannon upon the
barks of mules. So he explained
his views to the commandment, and
it was determined to try the experi
ment. A howitzer was selected and
strapped upon an ambulance mule,
with the muzzle pointed toward the
tail. When they had secured the
gun and loaded it with ball cartridge,
they led that calm and steadfast mule
out on the bluff, and set up a target
in the midle of the river to practice
at. The rear of the mule was turned
toward the target, and he was backed
gently up to the edge of the bluff.—
The officers stood around in a semi
circle, while the Major went up and
inserted a time fuse in the touch
bole of the howitzer. When the fuse
was ready, the Major lit it and retired.
In a minute or two the hitherto
unruffled mule heard the fizzing back
there or. his neck, and it made him
uneasy. He reached his head around
to ascertain what was going on, and
as he did so his body turned and the
howitzer began to sweep around the
horizon.
The mule at last became excited,
and his curiosity grew more and
more intense and in a second or two
he was standing with his four legs in
a hunch, making six revolutions a
minnte, and the howitzer, under
stand, threatening death to every
man within half a mile. The com
mandant was observed to climb sud
denly up a tree; the lieutenants were
seen sliding over the blufl into
the river, as if they did’t care at
all about the high price of
uniforms;the adjutant made good time
toward the fort; the sergeant began
to throw up breast works with his
bayonet, and the Major rolled over
the ground and groaned. In two or
three minutes, there was a puff of
smoke, a dull thud, and the mule—oh!
where was he? A solitary jackass
might have been seen turning suc
cessive back-somersaults over the
bluff, only to rest at anchor, finally,
with his howitzer at the bottom of
the river, while the ball went off
toward the fort, hit the chimney in
the Major’s qnarters, rattled the
adobe bricks down into the parlor
and frightened the Major’s wife int®
convulsions. They do not allude
to it now, and no report of the ex
periment was ever sent to the War
Department.
Spanish Complaints Against the
United States. —A Havana let
ter says that the press there is
much gratified at the turn of af
fairs between England and the
United States, and argue that
Spain has more reason to complain
of the United States, and more
valid claims against the Washing
ton Government for indemnifica
tion, than the United States have
against England on account of the
Alabama claims.
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, March 20, 1872.
ULYSSES AND THE EGGS.
AFFECTING INCIDENT IN THE BOYHOOD
OF OUR PRESIDENT.
Abner Bung Contributes a Leaf
to American History—Astonishing
Precocity of the Youthful Ulysses
—The Boy that Dared Not Tell a
Lie.
To the Editor of the N. Y. Sun:
Sir —I have recently had the
pleasure of a visit from the Rev.
Jotliam Shillet, a venerable clergy
man of the Hardshell Baptist per
suasion, who, in the earlier days
of his ministry, found his field of
labor for a long time in Clermont
county, Ohio, where our gifted
President first saw the light of day.
Mr. Shillet was intimately ac
quainted with old Mr. Jesse Grant,
and tells many interesting anec
dotes of that gentleman and his
now famous son. One of them 1
have thought worth sending to
you, feeling assured it will afford
great gratification to the admirers
o£ the President, as it describes an
incident somewhat similar to one
which occurred in the boyish days
of the great and good George
Washington.
The Old Mans Shanghai Fowls.
When Ulysses was a small boy
his father became the owner of a
few Shanghai fowls, which were a
rare curiosity in those days. These
fowls the old gentleman took great
pride in, and he could not be pre
vailed on to sell any of the breed,
or any of their eggs, although he
gave away a few eggs, to one or
two of his relations, on condition
that none of the chickens should
be permitted to fall into the hands
of anybody outside of the family.
Old Mr. Grant always sot great
store by bis relations—an admira
ble trait which his son has inher
ited ; if he had not done so, he
would never have allowed any of
his much-prized Shanghai hens’
eggs to leave his possession. But
so long as the breed was kept in
the family he was contented.
The Old Man's Troubled Countenance
One afternoon the old gentleman
was seen to leave the village gro
cery, where he had been passing a
few hours in discussing the ques
tions of the day with his neigh
bors, with a troubled aspect of
countenance. He wagged his head
savagely as he proceeded towards
his home, and muttered indistinctly
to himself as ho hastened along
with quick and nervous strides.
He had evidently received intel
ligence which had moved Him
strangely. On his way to his
house he stopped and cut a formi
dable hickory gad, about four feet
in length, which he carefully trim
med, after which lie proceeded with
accelerated speed.
The Boy's Favorite Recreation.
When Mr. Grant arrived at home,
his first inquiry was for Ulysses.
No one had lately seen him, but
after some search the old gentle
man found the future President of
the United States standing on his
head in the corner of a barn. This
was a favorite recreation with
Ulysses in his youthful days; he
had picked up the accomplishments
at the time that he made his cele
brated visit to the circus, when he
rode the pony. I am informed
that he has often attempted the
feat since reaching maturity, but
generally" with indifferent success.
He never bad any diffiulty in get
ting his head in the right position
—the trouble was iu elevating his
heels.
The Reticence of the Boy.
Upon hearing his father’s foot
steps Ulysses reversed his attitude
and anxiously scrutinized the pa
rental features. The old gentle
man’s face was Hushed, he was
breathing quickly, and the pre
cocious boy at once realized that
there was music in the air. But
he wisely held his tongue, and
with a creditable reverence for old
age, waited for his father to break
the silence which prevailed. The
old gentleman advanced, carefully
concealing the hickory gad behind
his back, and assuming a forced
smile, coaxingly addressed his
son :
The Old Man's Invitation.
“’Lysses, my son, come here;
I've got a nice present fur you.”
“Can’t see it, pop; too thin;
that's played; I’ve been there,”
artlessly responded the boy, and
although his eyes had twinkled on
hearing the word “present,” he
never moved. At the same time, !
however, his eyes glanced iu all ]
directions, as if seeking an oppor- !
“ COAIING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE! ”
tunity to bolt. But it was of no
use; his father had him fairly cor
nered.
The old gentleman, who was al
ways a man of great sagacity,
at once saw that he was master of
the situation, and that further con
cealment was useless. So bring
ing the gad to view he drew it
carelessly through his fingers, as
with a grim, suspicious smile,
which Ulysses only too well knew,
he mildly addressed his offspring :
The Boy's Ingenuousness.
“'Lysses, my son, do you know
how Deacon Potter come to have
some of my Chinee chicken aigs?”
Ulysses hesitated but a moment,
and then, with quivering lips, the
noble boj r ejaculated :
“Father, it will never pay to
tell a lie; I hooked the aigs and
sold ’em to the deacon, but”—lie
hurriedly added as file gleamed
from the old man’s eyes, and the
gad was raised on high—“but I
*biled ’em !”
“Biled ’em ?” said old Mr. Grant,
greatly agitated.
“Yes, biled every dog gone one
of ’em, and the old deacon’s hens
can set on ’em till the cows come
home, but they won’t never hatch
iiarry chicken.”
The Old Man's Admiration.
“Come to your daddy,’’ exclaim
ed his father with outstretched
arms, “I’d rather you would hook
and sell a thousand biled aigs than
have that breed of Chinee chick
ens go out of the Grant family.”
The blushing boy advanced to
his parent, who patted him on the
head and regarded him with good
parental pride.
“And ro you biled ’em ?” the
father said. “Well, now I never!
Wlio’d a supposed the boy would
have thought of that. 'Lysses,
my son, I’m proud of you. You'll
be President of the Unit 'd States
yet, if you only keep on. And you
served ihe old deacon jest right.
What did you get for the aigs—
biled ?”
Ulysses cast a suspicious glance
at hi« father, which the latter ob
serving, hastily added :
“The money’s your’n, my son ;
you’ve earned it fairly, and you
shall have it.”
“Thus re assured, Ulysses proud
ly responded :
“He gave rue a dollar for half
a dozen of ’em.”
“A dollar for half a dozen of
’em— biled ? ’ exclaimed the old
gentleman, greatly excited. “You
lie, ’Lisses, ho didn’t ; did he
though ?”
The Old Plan's Impoliteness.
“He gave me a round silrer dol
lar for ’em,” answered the truthful
boy.
“A round silver dollar,” said
the old gentleman witli an incred
ulous air. “Let me see it, my son.”
Ulysses produced a foiir-bladcd
knife from ids pocket, and careful
ly ripping open the lining to the
waistband of his trowsers, brought
forth the Coin from its place of
concealment, where he had inten
ded to keep it until the Fourth of
July. The impulse of patriotism
manifested itself in our President
at a very early period of his life-
The old gentleman took the dol
lar in his hand and examined it
carefully. As ho gazed upon it a
pleasant expression rippled over
ids features,spreading and spread
ing until his whole countenance
beamed with a satisfaction and
delight, aud every wrinkle in his
venerable visage became an indi
vidual smile. Then with tears of
joy and pride streaming from his
eyes lie said to the boy;
The Old Man's Honest Pride.
“’Lysses, my son, you’ve hon
estly earned this money. There’s
few boys of your age would have
thought of bilirig the aigs. The
money is yours—your own. And
for fear that you should lose it 1
will keep it for you."
So saying the old man dropped
the coin in a capacious leather
purse, and placed it in his pocket,
lie ha 3 been keeping that dollar
tor Ulysses ever since.
This little story is very interest
ing, not only as showing the ex- J
traordinary foresight of the elder
Grant in predicting while Ulysses .
was yet but a child that ho was
destined to adorn the Presidential J
chair, but also as illustrtiug the j
great truths that the hoy is the
fattier of the man, and that as the J
twig is bent so is the tree inclined.
MORAL.
If General Grant in his ohifd
hood had met with the misfortune
of having been trained to a reck
less indifference to the value of
money, it is not likely that his
admirers would now be able to
boast that he is not only the great
est and wisest, but also the weal
thiest President who has held the
reins of government since this
nation has existed. And this, too,
when only a few years ago he was
selling leather in Galena on a sal
ary of eight hundred dollars a
year.
If any one doubts the entire
authenticity of this story I have
permission to refer him for confir
mation of truth to my venerable
and pious friend, the Kev. Jotham
Shillet, whose present post-office
address is Sodom, Putnam county,
New York. Yours, for Grant’s
re-election forever,
Abner Bung.
Take the Paper.
Why don’t you take the papers ?
They’re the life of our delight;
Except about election time,
xlnd then I read for spite.
Subscribe! you cannot lose a cent,
W'hy should yon be afraid ?
For cash thus'paid is money lent
Of interest four-fold paid.
Go, thou, and take the papets
And pay to day, nor pray delay,
And my word for it is inferred,
You'll live until you’re gray.
An old neighbor of mine,
While dying with the cough,
Desired to hear the latest, news,
While he was going off
1 took ihe papers and I read,
Of some new pills in force ;
He bought a box—and he is dead;
No—hearty as a horse.
1 knew two men, as much alike
As ever you saw two stumps,
And no phrenologist could find
A difference in their bumps.
One takes the paper, and his life
Is happier than a king’s,
His children all can read and write,
And talk of men and things.
The other took no paper; and
While strolling through the wood,
A tree fell down, and broke his crown,
And killed him—“very good.”
Had ho been reading of the news,
At home like neighbor Jim,
I'll bet a cent that accident
Would not have happened him.
Why don't you lake the papers?
Not from the printer sneak,
Because you borrowed from his boy
A paper every week!
For he who takes the papers,
And pays the bills when due,
Can live in peace with God and man,
And with the printer, too.
Babies. —We love the little babies,
and love everybody that loves little
babies. No man has music in his
soul who don’t love babies. Babies
were made to be loved, especiilly
girl bal)ies when they are grown up.
A man isn’t worth a shuck who hasn’t
a baby, and the same rule applies to
women. A baby is a spring day in
winter; a ray of sunshine iu frigid
winter, and if it is healthy and good
natured, and you are sure that it is
yours, it is a bushel of sunshine, no
matter how cold the weather. A
man cannot bo a hopeless case so
long as he loves babies all over, no
matter how dirty they are.
Babies were made to he dirty.
We love babies because they are
babies, and because their mothers
were loveable and lovely women.
Our love of babies is only bounded
bv the number of babies in the
world. We always have sorrowful
feelings for women who have no
babies, and don’t expect any.
Women always look down-hearted j
who have no babies, and men who ,
have no babies always grumble and j
drink whisky, and stay out at night j
trying to get music in their souls;
but they can’t come it. Babies are
babies, and nothing else can take [
their places, l’ianos play out, and
beauty plays out, and sweet temper
plays out, and good living plays out
unless there is a baby in the bouse.
Wo have tried it; wo know, and wc '
say there is nothing like a baby. |
— Exchange.
— .«► • «■— 9 —-
This Seneca Stone Investiga
tion. —It has now been six weeks
since the-resolution of inquiry re
spooling Seneca stone complica
tions was passed. Investigation,!
it is said, is resisted by the com-'
mittce. Why is this ? There will !
doubtless be a movement in the
House iu the matter if be
further indications of a disposition
to stille and kill inquiry. Let us
have light on this scandalous mat
ter. It should be borne in mind :
that the committee, like all others ;
for investigation, is composed!
mainly of Republicans,— Patriot. !
[#2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
A Word to Southern Young
Men.
To the Editor Journal of Commerce:
There are many southern young
men engaged in business in New
York. They arc to he found in
every branch of trade. The city is
crowded with them, and the number
increases every season. As soon as
a young man finishes his education
down south, and, in many instances,
before the completion of his studies
at school, he fancies that he is cut
out for a salesman, and that New
Yoik is the divinely appointed theatre
in which to play his part in life.
Instead of remaining in his down
trodded State and helping to build
up its los* foitunes ami waste places;
instead of devoting his energies and
giving his labor to the suffering
South, ho chooses to desert her in
the hour of need to ekeouta precari
ous existence for a while and then re
turn home filled with disappointment
and disgu i.
It is fair to presume that a few of
these young southrons act from an
honest conviction that they can bet
ter their condition t>y coming north;
but, in a majority of instances the
probability is that they act without
proper reflection and desiie to live
in this city simply to see and be seen
—to frolic and have liin. Lot mo
give them a word of warning and ad
vice.
New York is not n place for run
ning around loose. It is not a city for
enjoyment and care. Work, hard
work, constant york, is the word in
the great metropolis. Of all* the
cities in the United States it is the
poorest for simple minded do nothing
salesmen. A young man here finds
his level quicker than water. It may
create some surprise among those
who, after many perplexing failures
to obtain situations, (’ling to the idea
of coming, to he informed that New
York is not only filled to repletion
with Southern salesmen, hut that
hardly one in fifty of those who suc
ceed in securing places makes more
than a scanty support. \ r et such is
the fact. Making money is the ex
ception— not the rule—and that too
after years of patient industry and
unceasing activity. There are sales
men in this city to-day who hare
honestly toiled for fifteen or twenty
years and cannot to save their necks
show any tiling but an empty purse.
The rapid influx of raw and inexperi
enced young men from the South
is gradually but surely rendering the
financial condition of the salesmen
more precarious. It is like overload
ing the life boat—the surge is coming
and all will go down together.
Sound judgment dictates that this
state of things should cease. The
error is manifold and egregious. It
deprives the South of men who
should he engaged In developing her
vast resources, who should be plant
ing cotton and corn and raising meat.
It is full of anxiety, disappointment
and final disgust, and it works harm
and damage to those who, after hard
stuggling, have built up a trade that
scarcely does more than support
them, their wives and children.
To such as are meditating this
grave mistake, the writer (who has
some experience in such matters)
would offer a kindly word of advice:
for the sake of your State, for your
own sakes, stay at home. This advice
is cheap, it cost you nothing, but if
you do not head it, your unwise
refusal will cost you much loss of
time and abundant vexation of spirit.
Salesman.
New York, February 28.
In Key West 54 persons have
died of small pox. In view of the
j vaccination movement, the popu
! lar salutation now is, “How do
I you scab!” The boys sing as ful
; lows :
1 caught her softly by the arm,
My gentle, blue-eyed Kate,
She squealed “1/ t go you cuss'd old fool
You hurt my vaccinate!
“Mother. I should not he surprised
it our Susan gets choked some day.”
“Why my son?” “Because tier beau
twisted bis arms around her neck,
the other night, and if she had not
kissed him to let her go, he would
have strangled her.”
A rnaried ftiend of ours said he
would always have remained single,
but he couldn’t afford it. V\ hat
it cost him for “gals and ice cream,"
was more than ho now pays to bring
up a wife and eight children. Bach
elors should think of this.
Dr James Green of Macon, Ga.,
says that lie considers Prof. Darby's
Prophylactic Fluid infinitely superi
or to the pure French Liquor of
Labarraque, which opinion is being
daily confirmed by the best pltvsi
cims iu the South.
RATES OF ADVERTISING.
stack 3 uo’s. C mo’s. 12 mo’s.
1 square 4 lit) # ti UU $lO 00
2 sq’rs COO 10 00 1.1 p()
3 sqr’s 8 00 14 00 20 00
li Col. 12 00 20 00 30 10
ȣcol. 20 00 35 00 00 00
one col. 40 00 75 00 100 00
The money for advertisements is duo
on the first insertion.
A square is the space of one inch in
depth of the column, irrespective of the
number of lines.
Marriages and deaths, not exceeding
six lines, published tree. For a man ad
vertising his wife, and all oilier personal
matter, double rates will be charged.
STRAGGLER’S COLUMN.
The use of the Russian language
in the schools of Poland is now made
compulsory.
Trenton, N, J., owns the largest
circular saw in the world. It is twen
ty-two feet in circumference.
Schenectady boasts a steer weigh
ing 3,080 pounds, raised on General
Grant’s farm in Illinois.
An Indianian who hadn't a whole
pair of hoots or trowsers received
three silk hats as presents at Christ
mas.
A Cliicftgq,hoarder complained of
tiie fare at the supper talde. The
doctor thinks his nose will be ser
viceable again by July.
A precious hoy in Ohio, having
exploded a torpedo in his month, is
not so regular at his meals as he once
was.
In Grand Rapid", Michigan, over
5,000 copies of a hook teaching the
signs of handkerchief fii nation, etc.,
have been sold.
“Do you like novels?” asked Miss
I 1 tilzgerald of her backwoods lover.
“I can’t say," lie replied; “I never had
any; but L tell you, I’m death on
’possum.”
“What should you he, dearest ?”
said Walter to his sweetheart, “if I
should press tho seal of love upon
those sealing-wax lips ?” “I should
be stationary.”
A gentleman in Detioit had a
baby left on his doorstep one night
last week. lie took it in and eared
for it tenderly, and next day swapped
it off for a terrier pup.
A wag, in “what ho knows of
farming,” gives a very good plan to
remove willow’s weeds. He says a
good looking man has only to say
“Wilt thou,” and they wilt.
“I can speak seven different lan
guages,” said a convict, as he entered
the penitentiary. “No matter,” said
the keeper ; “wo have but one here,
and very little of that.”
No. 1.
“Why Did He Not Die?” is the
title of a new novel. We have not
read the conundrum, but we believe
the answer to he—Because ho refused
to take his medicine.
“Dili,” said Bob, “why is that tree
called the weeping willow ? “’Cause
one of the sneaking plaguey things
grew near the school house and sup
plied the master with switches.”
Three little children fishing—two
hoys and a girl. Elder boy—“Oh !
Johnny's got a bite!” Girl—“Oh!
my sakes, and he’s such a little boy—
only reads in the primer,”
“Wife, I don’t tee how they send
lot tern on them ’ere telegraph wires
without tearin’ them ali into hits.”
“They don’t send the paper,” said
the wife, “they send the writing in a
fluid state.”
An honest Irishman called on tlie
worthy chief of a new lodge of Good
Templars, at East Taunton, Mass.,
the other day, for the purpose of
selling him a goat for use in the
lodge.
The young men of this city have
I organized an anti-corset society.—
They pledge themselves to marry no
girl whose waist is so tight that it
will not yield a little when a strong
arm is clasped about it!
A worthy Quaker thus wrote: “I
expect to passthrough this world but
once ; if, therefore, there can be any
kindness I can show, or any good
thing I can do to any human being,
let me do it now. Let me not defer
nor neglect it. for I will not pass this
way aga’n.”
A distinguished cx-Governor of
Ohio, famous for his story-telling,
relates that on one occasion, while ad
dressing a temperance meeting at
Georgetown, District of Columbia,
and depicted the misery caused by
indulging too frequently in the flow
ing bowl, bis attention was attracted
to the sobs of a disconsolate and
seedy-looking individual in the rear
part of the room. On going to the
(lerson and interrogating him, he was
told tho usual tale of woe; among
other sad incidents, that during his
career of vice he had bmied three
wives. The Governor, having bu
ried a few wives of his own, sympa
thized deeply with the inebriate, and
consoled him as much as was in his
j>owcr. Said he: “The Lord ha*
indeed afflicted you.” The mourner
j sobhi ugly replied: “Yes, res, He
lias,” arid pausing a moment, and
wiping his nose, he continued : “But
I don’t think the Lord got much
ahead of tne, for as fast as lie took
oue away I took another. ’