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Vol. 11.
NOT LOST.
The look of sympathy, the gentle words,
Spoken so low that only angels heard ;
The secret art of pure self-sacrifice,
Unseen by men, but marked by angel's
eyes;
These are not lost.
The sacred music of a tender strain,
Wrung from another's heart by grief and
pain,
And chanted timely, with doubt and fear,
To busy crowds who scarcely pause to
bear,
It is not lost.
The silent tears that fall at dead of night,
Over soiled robes that once were pure and
white ;
The prayers that rise like incense from the
soul,
Longing for Christ to make it clean and
whole,
These are not lost.
The happy dreams that gladden all our
youth,
When dreams had less of self and more
of truth ;
The child.-dike faith, so tranquil and so
sweet,
Which sat like Mary at the Master’s feet;
These are not lost.
The kindly plans devised for others’ good,
So seldom guessed, so little understood ;
The quiet, steadfast love that strove to win
Some wanderer from thewoful waysol sin;
These are not lost.
Not lost, O Lord, for in thy city bright
Our eyes shall see thc past in clearer
light;
And things long bidden from our gaze
below,
Thou wilt reveal, and we shall surely
know
They were not lost.
—«■ >•>*■
The Diamond Wedding.
Many of our readers will remember
the sensation created in this country,
some twelve or fifteen years since, by
the marriage of a wealthy old Cuban,
named Oviedo, with a beautiful hut
poor New York girl, and the fabu
lous sums said to have been given by
him diamonds with which to
adorn the person of his beautiful
bride. Oviedo was quite old at the
time of this marriage, and soon re
turned to his estates in Cuba, and
where lie not long afterward died.
His widow now lives in Havana in
splendor and luxury. The following
brief mention is made of her in a re
cent letter written by an American,
who is on a visit, to Cuba :
She was a New Yoik girl, named
Bartlett, who married, some years
since, a rich old Cuban with a tinge
of African blood, lam told. I re
member there was a great noise
about it at the time in the Mew York
papers, and the vast sums of money
that were spent at the wedding. Mr.
Oviedo did not live long, and his
young widow now lives in his spa
cious and splendid palace in all the
luxury of a princess. \Ye called up
on her Sunday night, to thank her
for her kind attention, and found her
alone with another widow, a sister
in-law, younger than she. Mrs. Ovi
edo is an intelligent woman, ‘'talks
like a book,” and seems to under
stand all about the politics of the
island. I am told she manages or
overseers her business. She lias a
large sugar plantation near Mantan
zas, where she spends the summers.
The income from it is SBOO,OOO
yearly. She is strenlyg in favor of
the annexation of Cuba to the United
States, but says she does not talk
about it except to Americans.—
Chronicle & Sentinel.
The Price of a Newspaper.—
The Missouri Democrat, the second
paper in St. Leuis in point of im
portance. was sold yesterday to one
of its three publishers for $450,000.
This seems a large sum for anything
short of a metropolitan newspaper,
but the building up of this species
of property is a work of so much
time and expense—its costs so much
and requires so long to wear down
the numerous channels which are
essential to support the vast ex
pense of a respectable daily news
paper, that an old and settled estab
lishment must necessarily command
a large price. It used to be said
among the craft that an old estab
lished newspaper was worth its gross
business for one year ; and this, not
improbably, was about the standard
of valuation in the case of the Demo
crat. — Telegraph 4* Messenger.
Drouth in the Eastern States.—
The Eastern States are again com
plaining of drouth. It is said that
nearly all the East W oodstock
(Ct.) mills and factories are stop
ped for want of water, and seve
ral of the Greenville mills are
running on short time on account
of the scarcity of water. Thc She
tuckct was never so low before at
this season of the year, and the
regular annual feats of drouth are
cutertaiucd.
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, April 3, 1872.
MY WIDOW.
BY SIIIRUV BROWNE.
Jones advises me not to marry
her—he said she was too young
and pretty.
Farnum advised me to remain
an old bachelor—told me a man
past forty simply made a fool of
iiimself by matrimony.
Tewksbury—a man who is no
torious for never minding his own
business—told me she had made
a love affair with Harry Birming
ham before he went West.
Allen shook his head, and said
Clara Myers might be very pretty ;
but he liked somebody inaturer
and more settled. (N. B.—He
married his house keeper the next
week, and she is mature enough
for Metliusulali himself!
Everybody thought I was try
ing a dangerous experiment, but I
didn’t pretend to suit everybody—
so I simply suited myself, I went
quietly to church with Clara Myers
and married her one glorious Jan
uary morning, when the eves of
St. Paul’s were fringed with glit
tering icicles, and the brisk wind
was Freighted with particles of
flying snow, like a battalion of dia
monds on the double quick.
She was nineteen and I was
nine and thirty. She was as beau
tiful as a rose bud, with.a shy,
pretty way, like a timid child,
and I a rough old codger, sound
enough at heart, but like a winter
apple, unpromising on the ex
terior.
In short we were as unlike as
May and November, and the good
natnred world shook its head, and
said, “No good could come of such
an unequal match ” But she said
she loved me, and I believed her.
Nobody could look into Clara’s
blue eyes and not believe her, you
see.
And the next day I made a will,
and bequeathed all my property,
unconditionally, to my wife.
“Are you sure you are doing a
wise thing, Mr. Folliott?” said
Mardyn, the lawyer, pushing his
spectacles on his forehead, until
he looked like a bald old gnome,
with a double pair of eyes. “You
see, she is very much younger
than yourself, and—”
“Please to be so kind as to mind
your own business,” said I,
brusquely. “Don’t be offended,
said Mardyn, in a rage. “I am a
mere tool in your hands.”
“That’s it exactly,” said I. So
I signed the will and went home
to Clara.
“Oh, Paul, you must not die?”
said Clara, with a sacred look,
when 1 told her what l had done.
“Nobody ever loved me as truly
and generously as you have done,
and 1 don’t know what I should do
if you were taken away!”
“There %vas a young Birming
ham, if all reports were true—” I
mischievously began, but the curl
on Clara’s lip stopped me.
“A mere butterfly,” she said
haughtily, “without either brains
or principle. Paul, Paul, I have
found a shelter in your true, loving
heart, and I mean to nestle there
always!’’
And then she cried—this foolish
soft-hearted little wife of mine.
Jones and Tewksbury might
have called this policy. Farnum
would have said it was acting.
But it was very pleasant, and I
felt more than ever like a man who
has found some precious jewel, and
wears it, like an amulet, on his
breast
So things went on until the
firm of which I was managing
party, need to send some one to
Calcutta to see after a turbaned
scoundrel of an agent, who had
absconded with more money than
we could well afford to lose.
Morrison was old and feeble—
Hewitt’s wife lay very ill, so I was
the one to go. I kissed Clara good
bye as cheerfully as I could, tully
expecting to be back in three
months. But you know the French
adage; “Thomme, proposo, et
Dieu dispose!”
I had to follow the agent up iu
the mountains of India. I fell ill
of one of those burning climate
fevers in the bungalo of an old
native priest, and months flew by,
until it was more than a year be
fore I found myself on the deck
of the “Blue eyed Mary,” steaming
into New York harbor.
And, all this time, Clara had
never heard a word from me.
1 had written t<s her to prepare
her for what seemed almost like
my rising from the dead, but I bad
afterwards found my letters in the
pocket of the neglectful native
“COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!”
| servant who had undertaken to
deliver the mails to the Calcutta
office.
“But it don't matter so much
now,” I thought, “she will be the
| more delighted, poor girl.”
And then a cold chill seemed to
creep through all my veins, like a
j November’s wind suddenly breath
ing across a bed of flowers.
Clara bad beard nothing of me
for nearly fifteen months—what
might not have happened in that
time ? All that Tewksbury, and
Jones, and all the other prophetic
ravens of my acquaintance bad
said, recurred to my mind like
the burden of an uneasy dream.
I bad been counting the days, the
hours, the very minutes until we
should touch port; but now that
my feet rang once more upon the
pavements of my native city, I
actually dared not go home.
I turned into a down town res
taurant, where I had been wont to
go, in the days of my bachelor
hood, and slunk in that dark cor
ner; the twilight was just falling,
and I was sheltered by the parti
tion.
Hush !—that was Tewksbury’s
voice, liarsli and jarring of old.
“Just what might have been
expected,” said Tewksbury. “Pret
ty and young widows don’t go
begging in this market !”
“Folliott might known if,”
growled old Farnum. “Poor Fol
liott ! there was some good points
about him, too. Sad thing, that,
very sad tiling 1”
“We must all die,” said Towks
bury, gravely.
“Yet, but a fellow would natu
rally prefer dying in his bed to be
ing carried off by an East India
fever and buried in the jungles I”
I shuddered. Had I then come
home to my own funeral'as it
were ?
“And she’s going to marry
young Birmingham, after all,” ad
ded Farnum.
The paper dropped from my band.
“I could have told Folliott so,
when I found out wlmt a confoun
ded idiotic will lie had made,” said
Tewksbury. “So gold has fallen
again. Just my luck; 1 sold out
to-night 1”
I stayed to bear no more, but
staggering out in the darkness
with one idea whirling thro’ my
dizzy brain—my Clara was mine
no longer !
It was questionable what Tewks
bury had said. I might have an
ticipated some such end She
was too yong, too lovely for such
a rough old fellow as 1 was. My
widow —what a curious sensation
the words gave me as I mentally
pronounced them.
Under my own windows, with
the ruby-red light shining through
wine colored damask curtains, I
stood there feeling as Rip Van
Winkle might have felt in the
play—like a dead man walking on
the earth once more. Voices and
lights were within. I opened the
door softly and crept into the hall.
The drawing room door was
ajar, Clara, herself, stood before
the fire, in deep black robes, with
a frill of white crape on her au
burn gold tresses —the awful sign
and symbol of her widowhood.—
Directly opposite stood Harry
Birmingham, looking diabolically
young and handsome in the soft
gas light.
“Clara, Clara,” he cried, “you
surely are not in earnest. You
will reconsider 1”
“My answer is final,” she re
sponded. “The time might once
have been when I fancied I bad a
childish liking for you, Harry Bir
mingham, but that time has long
since passed away. I gave my
i heart to the noblest man that ever
lived—Paul Folliott —and in his
grave it is forever buried. I loved
him once, and I shall love him on
; into eternity. 1 never was half
| worthy of him—”
j And Clara’s voice was choked
with sobs.
“My love! my darling ! my own
precious wife I”
How I ever got into the room —
how I managed to make Clara
comprehend that I was my own
living self, and not a ghost arisen
from the shadow of the sepulchre,
I cannot tell—neither can she —
hut l know that young Birming
ham somehow disappeared, and I
was standing with Clara clasped
to my breast, the happiest man
that ever breathed God’s blessed
air.
For Jones, Tewksbury, Farnum
& Co. were all wroug; and to use
j the orthodox fairy stories, slightly
• paraphrased, I and my widow liv
| cd happily ever afterwards.
An Indignant Wife.
There was a little “episode” at
Wild’s Opera House last night
that had not been previously ad
vertised. It was one of those im
promptu alfa.ii s that sometimes
occur in households not well reg
ulated. It was a bit of play in
one act, in which a husband, a wo
man of the town and an indignant
wife appeared. The scene opened
with the appearance of the
town woman and the husband.—
They took a seat in the orchestra
chairs, and the husband made
himself particularly agreeable.—
Things went on swimmingly, and
the husband doubtless thought ail
was well—but lie hadn’t looked be
hind him. If lie had done so he
could have seen a tall, well-dres
sed lady enter the Opera lluiise,
and carefully scrutinize hiinscll
and companion. One or two glan
ces seemed to satisfy her perfectly,
and then she deliberately walked
down the aisle and stood before
the loving couple. About six
hundred ladies and gentlemen
turned their eyes from the actors
on the towering form of the indig
nant woman, and waited. They
were not obliged to wait lung.—
The storm burst.
Wise —“Ain’t you ashamed of
yourself, sir?”
Husband—“Sit—sit—sit—dow n
my dear!”
Wife—“ Sit down beside you
and that thing there?”
Husband—“ Don’t talk so loud !
you see they all hear you. Now,
don’t!”
Wife—“l hope they will all hear.
(And she talked louder.) You are
a pretty tiling to be here with that
mean thing beside you, and your
two children half starved at home.
Just let me get at her a moment!”
And the wife did get at Her and
slapped her in the face with her
glove, and then turning to her
husband : “Now, I want you to
go home with me, sir, and if you
don’t I’ll expose you before the
whole house. Do you hear, sir ?”
The husband evidently heard,
for lie tremblingly arose, put on
iiis hat and followed his wife out
of the hall, while tho audience
cheered his brave wife. At the
door lie tiied to avoid her, but she
collared him, and again the audi
ence cheered. It is hoped she led
him home a wiser, if not a better,
man— Syracuse Standard, Feb. 27.
a
No Home. —There are thousands
who know nothing of the blessed in
fluences of a comfortable home, mere
|v from the want of thrift or from
disipated habits. Youth was spent
in frivolous amusements and demor
alizing associations, leaving them
at middle age, when the intellectual
and the pliisical man should be in its
greatest vigor, enervated and with
out one laudable ambition. Friends
long since lost, confidence gone and
nothing to look to in old nge but a
mere toleration in the community
where they should be ornaments. No
home to tiv to when wearied with
the struggles incident to life; no wife
to cheer them in their despondency;
no children to amuse them, and no
virtuous household to give rest to
the joys of life. All is blank, and
there is no hope of succor except
that which is given out by the bands
of public or private charities. When
the family of an industrious and
sober citizen gather around a cliaer
ful fire of a wintry clay, the homeless
man is seeking a shelter in the sta
tion house,or begging fora night’s rest
in the out building of one who started
in life at the same time, with no
greater advantages; but honesty and
industry built up that hoiue, while
dissipation destroyed the other.
Cannibalism. —A careful calcula
tion as to the number of human
beings addicted to anthropophagy
at the present time gives a total
of only a fraction inside of two
millions, which actually represents
the six hundred and nineteenth
part of the whole population of
the globe. The motives assigned
beyond mere hunger, induced by
dearth of other animal food, are the
passions of revenge and hatred,
as well as religious sentiments and
gloomy superstition.
Wanted, a general servant, in a
small family where a man is kept.
The house work and cooking all done
by the members.of the family. The
gentleman of tho house rises early,
but prepares breakfast hinself. All
the washing is put out, and the kitch
en provided with every comfort and
luxury. Cold ineAt and hash etudi
ouslv avoided. Wages no object
lion to a competent party. Refer
ences and photographs exchanged.
[s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
History of Steam.
About two hundred and eight
years ago B. C. Ilieio, of Alexan
dria, made a toy which was moved
l>y steam.
A. !>., 450, Arthemius, an archi
tcct, experimented with steam,
demonstrating its power. This is
the first notice of the power of
steam nn record.
In 1543, June 17th, Blasco I).
Garoy experimented with a steam
boat at Barcelona, Spain. It was
abandoned as impracticable.
In 1050 the first steam-railway
was constructed at New Castle on
Tyne.
The first idea of a steam engine
in England was from the Marquis
of Worcester's Ilistoiy of Inven
tions, in 1063.
In 1110, Neycomen made the
first steam engine in England.
In 1718 patents were granted to
Savery, in England, for the first
application ol the steam engine.
in 1774 James Watt made the
first perfect steam engine in Eng.
land.
In 1770 Jonathan Ilnll set forth
the idea of steam navigation.
In 1778 Thomas Paine first pro
posed this application in America.
In 1781 Marquis Jouffrey con
structed a steam engine in Suono.
In 1785 two Americans publish
ed a work on the steam engine.
In 1770 William Tymington
constructed a steamboat and made
a voyage in it on the Forth and
Clyde canal.
In 1802 he repeated his experi
ment.
In 1782 Ramsey propelled a
boat by steam.
In 1788 John Fitch, of Philadel
phia, navigated a boat by steam
on the Delaware.
In 1793 Robert Fulton first
turned bis attention to steam.
In 1793 Oliver Evans, of Phila
delphia, consti noted a locomotive
to travel on a turn pike road.
In the month of June, i 8 the
American steamer Savannah cros
sed the Atlantic from Charleston
to Liverpool.
Russia. — The beginning of Rus
sia as an independent State was
over a thousand years hack, and
wo have not yet completed our
.first national centenary. But the
two empires, old arid young, have
a great spirit of progress in com
mon. Peter the Great, who did
not assume the title of emperor
until 1721, four years before his
death, deserves to be considered
as the true founder of the vast
realm now governed by his de
scendant, Alexander 11., great
grandson of Catherine 11., who, a
member of the house of Rournanoff
only by marriage with one of its
heads, first carried into effect ma
ny of the grand and ambitious
designs of Peter the Great. The
succession from her comprehends
the Emperor Paul, his two sons
Alexander and Nicholas, and the
ruling monarch, who began his
reign in 1855 by bringing the Cri
mean war to a close, and lias ever
since cultivated the arts of peace.
The revolt of the Circassians clos
ed by the surrender of Schainyl,
their gallant leader. Russia, with
her territory extending across the
north of Asia, and her army and
navy extremely powerful and well
prepared, is now greater than ev
er. Germany, Austria, and France,
exhausted by recent destructive
warfare, are ill prepared for any
further contest. It is not likely
that Russia will throw down the
gauntlet to any of the great pow
ers, her neighbors, but she is pre
pared, possibly, to carry out the
programme of Peter the Great,
which included the annexation and
sovereignty of Turkey, an effete
realm, the dim sceptre of departed
greatness.
A Kansas paper’s cow obituary
says : There is not a farm wagon
in the county that she lias not
stole something out of; not a
gate in to*.vn she has not opened ;
and the stones that have been
thrown at her would make five
miles of turnpike.
“I am afraid,” said a lady to her
husband, “that I am going to Lave
;t stiff' neck ” “Not at all impioba
ble, my dear,” replied her spouse,
“I have seen strong symptoms of
it ever since we were married.”
m * m • m
Miss Lavinia Du adore is the
new star in the firmament of woman’s
rights. She leads tho Baltimore
wing of tho “advancing sisterhood.”
One who has seen her says, “she is
as beautiful as Lady Blessington,
and as spirited as Joan of Arc.”
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depth of the column, irrespective of the
number of lines.
Marriages and deaths, not exceeding
six lines, published free. For a man ad
vertising his wife, and all other personal
matter, double rates will be charged.
Haste and Health. —lt is not
at all wholesome to be in a hurry.
Locomotives have been reported to
have moved a mile in a minute for
short distances. But locomotives
iiave often come to grief by such
great rapidity. Multitudes in
their haste to get rich are ruined
every year. The men who do
things maturely, slowly, deliber
ately, are the men who oftenest
succeed in life. People who are
habitually in a lmrry generally
have to do tilings twice over. The
tortoise beat the hare at last.—
Slow men seldom knock their
brains out against a post. Foot
races are injurious to the health,
a 8 are all competitive exorcises;
steady labor in the field is the
best gymnasium in the world.
Either labor or exercise canied
to exhaustion, or even to great
tiredness, expressed by “fagged
out,” always does more harm than
thc previous exercise has dene
good. All running up stairs, run
ning to catch up with a vehicle or
ferry boat, are extremely injuri
ous to every age, and sex, and
condition of life. It ought to be
the most pressing necessity which
should induce a person over fifty
to run twenty yards. Those live
longest who are deliberate, whose
actions are measured, who never
embark in any enterprise without
“sleeping over it,” and who per
form all the every-day acts of life
with calmness. (Quakers are a
thiilly folk, the world over.— Dr.
Halt.
The Washington correspondent
of the Tribune says that the Ja
panese Embassy, finding their au
thority too limited to accomplish
the objects of their mission to the
United States, have held a council
and decided to send two of their
high officers of the Embassy back
to their Government with a state
ment of the facts, and with a rec
ommendation that their authority
be increased. The two Embassa
dors will depart at once.— Suo.
News.
A gentleman died recently in
Buckingham county, Va., who
owned at the surrender of General
Lee twenty two negroes. Twelve
of them left him, but the other ten
remained with and worked for him
until the day of his death, taking
for their services just as much as
lie chose to give them. At his
death, to show his appreciation of
their service and his gratitude, lie
gave th“in his farm, on which they
can all live comfortably.
An Irishman’s friend having
fallen into a slough, the Irishman
called loudly to another lor assis
tance. The latter who was busily
engaged in cutting a lug, and
wished to procrastinate, enquired,
“how deep is the gentleman in ?”
“Up to his ankles.” “Then there
is plenty of time,” said the other.
“No there’s not,” rejoined the first;
“1 forgot to tell you lie’s iu head
first.”
Are you an Odd Fellow? “No, sir;
I’ve Leon married a week.” “1 mean
do you belong to the order of Odd
Fellows?” ‘tNo, no; I belong to the
onler of .Married men.” “Mercy,
how dumb! Are you a Mason? “No;
I’m a carpenter by trade,” “Worse
and worse! Are you a son of Temper
ance?” “Brother you, no; I’m a son
of. Mr. John Goslings.” The querist
went his way.
A story is told of a father in
church, who when the marriage ser
vice came to tho point where the
clergyman asks, “who giveth this
woman to ho married to this man?”
replied, “Well, sir, 1 am called to do
it, although it do go agin the grain.
1 want her to marry Bill Dlowser,
who is worth twice the money o’ that
ero man.” The answer was uot con
sidered regular.
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lii New York, ladies when on a
promenade, wear a belt of leather
around the waist, to w hioh is fas
tened a clasp holds an um
brella of brown or purple silk on
one side, so that a lady may curry
an umbrella without being obliged
to take her hands out of her muff.
As a stout old lady got out of a
crowded omnibus in front of the
Aster House, the other day, she
exclaimed, “Well, that’s a relief,
any how.” To which the driver,
eyeing her ample proportions, re
plied, “So the ’twees think, mum.”
Natchez, Mississippi, is thc only
city iu the world which lias nearly
ten thousand inhabitants and out
a single hotel.
No. 3.