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Z held on the first Tuesday W the
between the hours of ten nr the
“ind three in the afternoon, at
art-house in the county m which
these sales must be given in
c paette 40 days previous to the
debtors and creditors of an
It dm be published todays.
■L'tor the sale of personal proper-
H be given in like manner, 10 days
day.
ST., application will be made
H Court of Ordinary for leave to
■.l mu3t be published fur four weeks.
Kens on letters of administration
Knship, Ac., must be published .SO
■for dismission from administration,
■, three months; for dismission
Hoirdianship, 40 days.
for the foreclosure of mortgages
, published monthly, four mouths ;
Wishing lost papers, for the full
>f three months; for compelling
■om executors or administrators,
bond has been given by the dc
thc full space of three months,
iff>a sales must be published for
[y notices, two weeks.
■cations will always be continued
L to these, the legal requirements,
[therwise ordered.
■dfessional cards.
RfIXK. WM. E. SIMMONS.
Inn & SIMMONS.
■ttorneys at law,
BcEVILLB, G EORGI A.
Bee in Gwinnett and the adjoining
B mar 15—1 y
H. HUTCHINS, GARNETT M’MII.LAN,
Bcevilie, Ga. Clarksville, Ga.
mchins McMillan ,
BIORNEYS AT LAW.
Hat Lawrencevilleand Clarksville.
Her in the counties of the Western
Hnd iu Milton and Forsyth of the
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|:ii M. PEEPLES,
Btorney at law,
ga.
in the counties of Gwinnett,
and Milton.
claims promptly attended to
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BORNEY AT LAW,
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attend to all business
JBtohis care, and also to Land,
claims mar 15-Gm
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jjHfnlly tender a continuation of
Wssmnal services to the citizens
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ent of drugs and chemicals.
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Weekly Gwinnett Herald.
T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ]
Vol. 11.
THE FISHERMAN.
Old Sambo walk'd forth one fine morn
ing in spring,
As the first lurk was shaking the dew
from her wing,
Ere she sprang from her lest in the clo
ver so sweet,
To soar in the heavens, old Phoebus to
greet.
Quoth he, “The air’s warm and the day
is so bright
I wonder if jack-fish and chub wouldn’t
bite ? ”
So taking his gourd from the nail by the
door!
As olt he had done iu the days gone be
fore,
And seizing the hoe, fell to digging for
bait
With a hearty good will, by the old gar
den gate.
He pulled out his poles from ’near the
low shed,
And calling to Dinah for his hoecake of
bread,
Went whistling a tune down the path to
the mill
That nestled in shade at the foot of the
hill.
He stepped in his boat and shov'd from
the shore,
And bending his back to the light, glan
cing oar,
Shot as straight as a line to the old
fishing ground
Where the chub lov’d to play and the
jack did abound.
As he near’d the cool shade of the silent
retreat,
Undisturbed by a sound save the wood*
pecker’s beat,
lie laid down his oar, and doll'd his wool
hat,
As the skiff crept along with the stealth
of a cat
To the lap of a tree, by the tempest laid
low,
In its watery grave in the shady bayou.
lie stuck down his stakes and fasteu'd
his boat,
Wiped the sweat from his face, and shed
his brown coat,
Unwound all his tackle and baited his
hooks
And let them down soft, in the cool, stilly
nooks;
Then, folding his arms, sat watching to
see
What luck would betide, whate’er it
might be.
A dainty, quick nibble soon made him
aware
That a wary old fellow had come to his
snare;
So he eased up his pole and rose to his
feet,
To get a good pull should there be a re
peat ;
Another quick Dibble toss’d his cork with
a quirk,
Old Sambo pulled up with a powerful jerk.
When 10, in the place of a chub, fat and
plump,
He had hung but the root of an old wil
low stump.
He jerked ar d ho pulled, but ne’er a jot
or a whit
Could he move the old stump or the hook
that was in it.
So chafing with rage and vexation full
sore,
He pull’d up his stakes and put back to
the shore,
Wiser far than he went, and satisfied quite
He’d ne’er take a nibble again for a bite.
MORAL.
Now, the fisherman’s story, tho’ sad to
be told,
Holds a moral as good as an ingot of gold;
And if you would judge of the fruit by
its taste,
Go test the old maxim, that “haste e’er
makes waste.”
[Richmond Dispatch,
Daniel Webster in Boyhood.—
Daniel Webster iu boyhood gave
no promise of the extraordinary
powers of his manhood, and espe
cially of his fitness for public life
and speaking.
His growth was slow and solid,
not rapid and brilliant. The fol
lowing record of his early years
may encourage some of our young
readers:
When about seven years of age
his father kept a “Yankee Tavern,”
aud young Daniel used to enter
tain the guests by reading to them
some of the psalms of David.—
Even the rough teamsters, when
they pulled up their horses, would
say, “Come let’s go in and hear a
psalm from Dan Webster?” His
voice at that time was deep, rich
and musical. But as a schoolboy
he was no elocutionist, or rather
his sensitiveness was such that
he could not practice. II is first
effort at fourteen was a failure,
for the moment he began he was
embarrassed and burst into tears.
He tried many times, preparing
himself carefully, but when his
name was called, and he saw all
eyes turned upon him he could not
rise. So much for this great ora
tor. Let no timid boy be discour
aged.
A crusty old bachelor, not liking
the way his landlady’s daughter
had of appropriating his hair oil,
filled his bottle with liquid glue
the day before a ball to which the
girl was invited. She stayed at
home iu cousequenee.
One true friend is better than a hundred
relatives.
Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, May 1, 1872.
For the Gwinnett Herald.
PEN AND INK SKETCHES.
John C. Whitworth.
Like many of the eld settlers of
this county, Mr. Whitworth was
born in Old Pendleton, South Car
olina.
I have been impressed that so
many of whom I have written,
were from the same place—Wilson,
Hutchins, Garniany, Whitworth
and others were from Old Pendle
ton.
Mr. Whitworth was born in
1800, but the day and month I
have been unable to learn. He
moved to this county in August,
1823, and lived with his brother,
Richard Whitworth, until October
of the next year, when his first
marriage took place. He was
twice married —first to Isabella
Drummond, by which marriage he
had eleven children—eight sons
and three daughters. His first wife
died in April, 1847, and, living a
widower a year and upward, he
married his second wife, Jane
Johnson, by which marriage he had
five children —four daughters and
one son.
Thus, it will be seen, be was the
father of sixteen children, and
from his offspring went out sev
eral sons to defend the rights of the
South against Northern tyranny,
in the late war.
Ilis sons were good soldiers, and
several of them, I believe, sacri
ficed their lives in our struggle
for independence.
I remember two of them, espe
cially, that went out with the “In
dependent blues”—John C., named
for his father, and Matthew. I
have often heard their Captain
speak of John and Matthew Whit
worth as good soldiers, performing
all their duties, both of the camp
and on the battle-field, faithfully
and gallantly. Matthew, I think,
died and John was killed in battle.
Two others, I think, afterwards
belonged to the same company,
making four that belonged to the
army of Northern Virginia, and
others of them were in tho West
ern army.
Mr. Whitworth was many times
honored, By the people of this
county conferring office upon him—
first as Justice of the l’eace in his
district, then as Justice of the In
ferior Court; and as a member
of the Legislature.
He was elected to the State Leg
islature several times, —I think, as
often as six or more; and lie filled
all these official positions credita
bly to himself and to the satisfac
tion of his constituents. The wri
ter was associated with him four
years on the bench of the Inferior
Court. At that time, the Inferior
Court had the supervision of all
county matters, and sat every two
months “For Ordinary Purposes.”
Judge Whitworth was always
prompt iu his attendance and faith
ful in the discharge of his official
duties as one of the Court, to my
knowledge.
He was a staunch Democrat, of
the old school —was popular with
his party, and always received
Whig votes. Hence, he was elec
ted sometimes wheu his party was
in the minority.
lie was never unsuccessful be
fore the people—as 1 remember—
but once, and that was for the
State Convention of 1850. He run
that race upon the “Southern
Rights” ticket, and the other party
had the then popular cognomen of
“Union Party.” The latter party
succeeds, and Mr. Whitworth was
beaten for the first time.
Eight or ten years before the
death of Mr. Whitworth, which
occurred the 18th of November,
1804, he was attacked with palsy,
or paralisis, from which he never
even partially recovered, but con
tinued to grow worse, until he be
came a wreck in mind, as well as
in bod}’. The last time 1 saw him,
lie was a pitiable object of decrep
itude and imbecility. The strong
man had become as feeble and
helpless as a child, and the strong
and vigorous mind was as inactive
as tiie body.
The forcible lines of Johnson,
referring to the insanity of Swift,
so frequently quoted by John
Randolph in the last years of his
life, and which shows us life, iu
its most melancholy form, were
applicable to Mr. W :
“In life’s last scenes, what prodigies
surprise,
Fears of the brave and follies of the wise!
From Marlborough's eyes, the streams of
dotage flow,
And Swift expires, a driveller and a
show. W.
Docs it hurt a joke to crack ill
“ COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE! ”
An Air-Line Road From Ma
con to Knoxville.
We had the pleasure, yesterday,
of an interview with 11011. C. J. Well
born, State Senator from Union
county, Messrs. S. H. Banks and P.
E. Lawshe, representing the City
Council of Gainesville, and Mr. A.
A. Campbell, of Cherokee county,
North Carolina, who are in (hie city
tor the purpose of calling public at
tention to the great advantages of a
railway connection between Macon
and Knoxville by a very neai ly air*
line road.
They are all thoroughly familiar with
every foot of the proposed route,
and claim for it advantages which
—assuming their premises to he cor
rect —are certainly not found in auy
other. They declare, and reference
to the map hears them out, that
from Macon to Gainesville it would
pass nearly its entire length over the
ridge between the Oconee and Oc
inulgee livers, and from Gainesville
northward to Tesantee Gap, in the
Blue Ridge, near the line of White
and Union counties, would bo nearly
if not quite as favorable. From this
gap to Marysville, Tennessee, the
present terminus of what is called
the Knoxville and Chaleston railway,
the topography of the country is
such as to secure a most favorable
route and at a comparatively moder
ate cost.
The true air-line, as demonstrate 1
by them, would, after crossirg
the Ocmulgee, flank almost every
water course from here to Gaines
ville—certaiuly every one of any size
at all—and crossing the Georgia
railroad ai Social Circle, pass through
Monroe, Walton county, thence to
Gainesville, where it would intersect
the Air-tine road; but they do not
consider that such a deflection as
would turn the route by Covington
and Lawrenceville, offering any seri
ous objection. Both charters for a
road from Macon to Knoxville re
quire—we believe —that it should
pass through both these points, and
we understand these gentlemen to sav
that 12 or 15 miles will cover this
deflection from tho Air line. They
claim, also, that by their route, Knox
ville can he reached in 225 miles —a
much less distance than any other
route proposed. They also set forth,
as another argument in favor of their
route, the great mineral wealth of
the country through which it will
run, specimens of which they exhibit.
Iron, marble and soapstone are prom
inent among these, the first of which
has been proven by actual test to
compare with the best ore known.
Specimens of this ore from Cherokee
county, North Carolina, wore exhib
ited at the Cincinanti Industrial Expo
sitionof 1870, that had been subjected
to only one manipulation, and was
pronounced equal to the best speci
mens shown, and which were the
result of three or four manipulations.
They state that their route runs for
45 miles through this ore bed, and for
GO miles through a section inexhaus
tible in this and the other minerals
named above.
All they ask to demostrate these
facts and advantages in an exper
imental survey of the route, and
the Gainesville representatives are
authorized to state that that place
will bear a share of the expense of
making one. They wish public at
tention in this city aud section called
to the route and its claims, and that
our municipal authorities and citizens,
generally, interest themselves in the
matter, at least to the extent of a
ealin and careful consideration of it.
We trust their visit here will he
both pleasant and profitable, and
that among its results may he the
determining upon and speedy con
struction of some road from Macon
and Knoxville.— Tel. tC' Messenger.
Sheriff ’• Sai.es—lmportant Phcmiox
| —His Honor, Judge Davis, delivered a
j very important opinion at the Franklin
Court last week—important to Sheriffs
and newspaper publishers. He decided
i in substance, that, when not otherwise
1 stipulated in the contract with the prin
l ter, the sheriff is personally bound for all
advertising fees, no matter what plea of
homestead exemption, bankruptcy, in
| solvency, etc., may be imposed—that he
I takes the office with the knowledge of the
I fact the law holds him responsible for
these fees, and he cannot afterwards avoid
this responsibility.
We rep ret that we have not this deci
1 sion before us, and hope His Honor will
furnish it for publication, as it settles an
, imjiorUnt principle, end settles it cor
rectly. It is no hardship on the sheriff.
j Let him collect the fees promptly, and
he will uever lose a cent. Where there
is doubt about bringing the property to
! sale, let him reouire the plaintiff to be-
I come responsible lor fees if the defen
; daut interproee such obstacles sb will
| prevent a sale. If the property is sold,
; there is no difficulty about advertising
fees.—Watchman.
From the N. Y. Commercial.
Eli Perkins—Flirting Girls
and Flirting Fellows.
Firm A’venub Hotel, Fob. 10.—
Those flirting Fifth Avenue fellows.
Everywhere I go the young
ladies are furious at the way
Brown’s boys are conducting
themselves this winter. Their
chief aim seems to be to get a
young lady ‘on the string’ and
then trifle with her affections.
They always talk, but they never
propose. They fuss around three
or four months with a young lady
and then plead poverty and the
I don’t-want-to-take you-from-yonr
-nice-home dodge. Now, the girh
are willing to go. They are wil
ling to live in a garret with a
brave, handsome, working fellow,
with a heart big enough to kill
them with manly love. They don’t
like these timid, calculating fel
lows. They like a man who will
rush headlong wherever love beck
ons him, knowing that happiness
and wealth will soon follow after.
The young ladies begin to get
mad. They are tired of waiting.
This letter, from a I‘iftli Avenue
belle, came yesterday, and it tolls
well the syren tale of love and
flirtation :
“Fifth Avenue, Feb.v 9. My
Dear Eli: We Fifth Avenue young
ladies have got an idea. You
know the New York flirting fel
lows have been going on dread
fully lately. We never know when
they are iu earnest. They ke< p
us waiting, watching and fussing,
but they never come right square
out and propose. The talk sweet
enough but when wo get them
right down to the proposing point
they dodge off or remain silent.
“Why, only Sunday night, Char
ley Brown, whom I love—really
love too much for anything—
called, and even he fooled me like
the rest. I’ll tell you how it was :
“Pa and ma were at church,
and sister had gone up to Vassal'
to school, wheli Charley—the dear
boy —came. Well, we sat on the
sofa, where we always do. By
and by lie took my hand; tlieu he
told me he loved me. This made
me blush—not because it was any
thing new, for the fellows all say
that.
“Do you love me ?” he asked,
leaning forward so that I fell his
head against mine.
“Yes, Charley, yon know I do,”
I replied, and then I—why I wait
ed for Charley to say the rest, but
lie held my hand thoughtfully a
little while and then dodged off by
saying, ‘Well, Lizzie, I’m glad you
love me for 1 do like to be loved.’
“Oh, the mean fellow ! I could
cry with rage, but I like him, and
I like to have him come here, but
1 do think it was mean to make
me commit myself so, and tlieu he
—why, maybe lie’ll go right off
and do the same tliii g to some
other girl to-night.”
Lizzie's Idea.
“This is our new idea. All the
girls have agreed to it. We call
it the honorable dodge, and we are
hound to put through every flirt
ing fellow in New Y'ork on it.
The idea is—but I’ll tell you how
1 practiced it last night, and you
will understand it better. But
you know it is a secret, and of
course you arc to he trusted.
4 Well, last night Fred Palmer
called. You know he is an awful
flirt. We sat on the same sofa
where Charley and I sat before.
The gas was low, and pretty
quick Fred began to talk ‘Spooney.’
I pretended to be affected. Then lie
said, ‘what a pretty ring you have,
Lizzie.’ The old dodge, you know.
‘Yes, so-so,’ I replied.
‘ls that your crest engraved on
it?’ lie asked, taking my hand.
(Another old dodge, you know.)
‘lt isn’t half pretty enough for
your hand,’ he continued, ‘you
should have a diamond solitaire.
Would you like one V ho asked,
looking lovingly into my eyes.
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘if it comes from
the right one.’
‘]low would you like one from
me, Lizzie V he asked, with a sigh
‘Oh! should be delighted, if i
thought you loved me,’ and then I
looked down on liis coat sleeve.
'Bat, Lizzie, you know I love
you—l love you dearly I—’
'Do you love me enough to
•peak to father about it ?’ 1 asked,
interrupting him.
‘Yes, Lizzy, dear, I will speak
to him to-morrow,’ he said, kissing
my ham).
‘No Frederick,’ I reinarkeJ, re
moving my hand from his convul
sive clasp, ‘l’m glad you arc wil
ling, but I’m engaged to Alfred
Smith, you know, aud I was only
[s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
seeing how far you would go!’
So keep the idea a sect et a little
while, my dear Eli, and we girls
will fool every follow in New
York. Mum is the word !
Yours, ” Lizzie.”
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LOOKING BACKWARD ON
NEW YEAR.
BY HARRY FI.ASIf.
God’s hand hath planted another year
In the fruitful soil of time,
To the maqic poem of human life,
Is added another rhyme.
And 1 sit here in a stranger town,
Widowed of all the joy
I used to know at the glad new year,
When 1 was a little boy.
It is only a (ew brief years ago,
Telling the days that are dead—
But it seems to me n c ntury,
Counting tho hopes that are fled.
When my heart, like the gold ot I’arvain,
Was treed from all alloy—
Uh ! brighter than heaven seems now,
was earth.
When 1 was a little boy.
I've wandered, restless as the wind,
O’er many a foreign strand,
And plucked the pleasure buds of earth
From Clyde to Lamereund.
But never a flower, pure from bl'gbt
Or sweet, that did not cloy—
Oh ! never a canker cursed the bud,
When I was a little-boy.
I've found the pleasure that’s b*ru of
pain,
The knowledge that comes with years,
And paid the price, that Adam paid,
For wisdom and for tears.
I’ve lost my faith in friendship’s vow' —
And love’s a broken toy.
1 used to trust iu mother and God,
When 1 wus a little boy.
Sadder than death is the bitter change,
In the trusting heart of youth ;
Better believe in a wholesome lie,
Than forever doubt the truth.
What cur« ] for Arthur’s fame,
On the ten years siege of Troy ?
Its heroes are myths, I used to know,
When I was a little boy.
Tis true that memories are mine,
Unutte ably bright;
But like the stare, they shine above,
And only show ’tis night.
The darkness is quick with tempting fiends
Luring to destroy.
I used to live in the light of God,
When 1 was a little boy.
It may be true, and I hope it is,
That death will cease this pain—
And on the shores of another world,
I’ll be a child again,
And feel, with the fullest faith and love,
The olden golden joy,
That came of my trust in mother and God,
When 1 was a little boy.
[Constitution.
A Singular Dream. —The Frank
fort correspondent of the Courier-
Journal, of Saturday, writes as
follows:
The announcement of General
Humphrey Marshall’s death brings
to recollection a dream related by
him to some of his friends, in a
room at the Capital lfotel. a week
ago last night, which made little
impression on them at the time.
General Marshall, ex Governor
Charles Anderson, Liont Governor
Carlisle and General Hodge con
stitnted the party; ajid the sub
ject of supernatural manifestations
and presentiments had been under
discussion for some time when
General Marshall suddenly turned
to Carlisle un i remarked : “I had
a singular dream last night. In
my sleep a spirit appeared before
me and asked what I knew of
Judge Davis, the nomine e of the
Labor Reform Convention. My
reply was that I knew very little
about him. “Then study his re
cord, and make yourself thorough
ly master of it,” said the presence,
“for the country is on the eve of
great events, with w hich you are
to be associated. Behold!” “I
looked,” continued the General,
“to the part of the heavens indi
cated, and saw before me a politi
cal panorama, and from year to
year I beheld my own name recor
ded until A. 1). 1880 was reached,
and after that it was seen no more.
I shall live till 1880. John, I am
satisfied of it —I shall live till
1880.”
Thrilling. —The Wilmington Star
says a thrilling scene occurred at a
Republican meeting in that city. A
personal misunderstanding had oc
curred between two colored states
men in the assemblage, and one of
litem raised his ban t in solemn pro
test, saying, emphatically, "Gemmen,
sich proceedings as dcse, in do time
of General Washington, would hare
been deemed nuslujcrout /” Upon this
significant remark, quoth his oppo
nent: “Sar, did you pesume to say
imligtrons!" '*\Vliat I done say, I
has spoken!'’ solemnly replied the
other. **D« streams lance required
no explanashun aud I resist." said
the first speaker, and seated him
self with becoming dignity.
RATES OF ADVERTISING.
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isquuie 4> 4 Uti o ou $> lo OO
2 sq’rs f, 00 10 00 15
3 sqr’g 8 00 14 48) 20
hf col. 12 00 20 00 30 00
‘i; col. 20 Oo 35 00 60 00
one col. 40 oe 7a O'* toe oo
The money for advertisements is due
on tiie first .nsertion.
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 free. For a man ad
vertising his wife, and all otfier personal
matter, double rates will be charged.
No. 7.
One ok Make Twain’s Anecdotks.
- : [\V histle wherever the stars occur.
If you c an’t, get somebody tlmt can.]
lie said that several gentlemen w«ro
conversing in a hotel parlor, and ona
man set there who didn’t have any
thing to any. By and by the gentU
men all went out except* one of tiro
number and the silent man. Pres
ently the silent man reached and
touched the gentleman and says,
* * I think, sir, I have seen you
somewhere before. lam not * *
sure whore it was or * * when
it. was * * but I know 1 have
* * soen you.” The gentleman says :
“Very likely; but what do you whis
tle foil” * * i’ll tell you all
about it * * I used to stammer
* * fearfully, and 1 courted a * *
girl * * and she wouldn’t * *
have me, because 1 was afflicted with
such infirmity. 1 went to a doc
tor and * * ho * * told mo
that overy time 1 * * went lo
stammer * * that I must whis
tle, which I * * did, and it
* * completely cured me. But
don’t you know that * * gill
* * wouldn’t hare me at last,
for she * * said that * *
she wouldn’t talk to a man that
whistled as I did. * * She'd
as soon hold a conversation with a
wheoltorrow that wanted * *
greasing.
A Crowing Doo —A natural cu
riosity exists in Decatur, in the
shape of a dog that m ver barked
iu his life, but instead of indulg
ing in the vocal exercise common
to the canine family, each morning
imitates the crowing of a roaster.
His owner accounts for this
strange peculiarity by stating that
the dog was born and hied iu the
country, and from his earliest pup
hood, was separated from all other
curs, enjoying only the companion
ship of barnyard fowls. Hearing
no other sounds so frequently au
the crowing of the Cocks, and
doubtless not knowing that his
species enjoyed the solo ownership
of another and different soi t of
music, lie began to imitate the
matutinal exercise of his feathered
companions, in which he has at
last acquired a proficiency which
surprises and cliaims every one
who has had the felicity of listen
ing to its performances.
Sons ok Successful Men —Next
to the inquiiy, what becomes of
the pins? an interesting question
would be what becomes of the
sous of successful men ? A few
firms are in the hands of the 6ons
of the founders; but these are ex
ceptions. 'The (dd names and the
old trade generally pass into the
hands of others. “Do you see
that man shoveling coal ? Well,
liis cliildicn, and children like his,
will jostle your pampered sons
and rule this land,” said an old
New Y'oiker the other day.
A school teacher in Omaha, hav
ing an inordinate died of the small
pox, sent home a little girl because
she said l.er mother was sick and
had marks on her face. The next
day the girl presented herself at
the soli ol house, with her fingers
in her mouth and her little bonnet
swinging by the strings, and add
to the teacher, “Miss , we’ve
got a leetle baby at our house;
but mother told me to toll you that
it isn't catchin'.” The teacher told
her pupil to take her seat.
mtm» m
A Western lawyer who tried to
collect a hi 1, wrote to his client
ilius: “Gent—You w ill never get
any money from Bill Johnson.—
The undersigned called on him yes
terday, and found him with nary
a tile, his feet upon the naked
earth, and not clothes enough upon
him to wad a gnu.”
Thompson is not going to do any
thing more in conundrums. 110
recently asked lii.s wife the differ
ence between his head and a hogs
head, and she said there was none.
He says that it is not the t ight uu
swer.
A young chap in a district school
on Long Island, who, being asked
who was called ‘•The Father of
his Country?” Rhrilly shouted:
‘‘lirigham \ oung !” and the “school
maim” came near boxing his ear*
for it, but—didn’t.
A printer’s devil in an Omaha
newspaper office was bitten by a
dog some day* ago. After linger
ing severat days death put an end
to the sufferings of the dog.
A shopkeeper recommending a
piece of silk for a gown, told his
customer: “Ma’am, it will wear
forever, aud tuaku a petticoat as«
terward.”