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'CvINNETT HERALD. _. !ED EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY 'Sn ES * YARBROUGH. XVLER SI- PEEPLES, Editor. itK3 of subscription. KM 63 , . ,S 2 00 o«W%Zn*sV.'.‘- -? 1 0* O’i ■ iiiree months • o 0 °^SU ou rates are cash ~p ayable inffloooyf PfamhiTfive subscribers, and AaV t wi l receive a copy free. t,ie ®f Vibers wishing their papers sa fr !!m one post-office to another, changed fro na f ne of the post-office nmst s l 1 ’? t ’ hev W j«h it changed, as well ‘which they wish it gent. lEGAL advertisements. _ Sheriff saies. - * *®g f Q Mortgage si tA f r a . S T a ’ Pf. - ...5 00 TalU ° fSinistration 3 00 Setodebtomand editors... 5 00 Sft3, per square » g° ci>i» Sales of land, by administrators, or guardians, are required by be held on the first Tuesday in the h between the hours of ten in the nlon three in the afternoon, at EC.i i" i» which "vSelf lta!e «*> most !* S i,el > j" np „ slic gazette 40 days previous to the Entice to debtors and creditors of an e! ti must also be published 40 days. Notice for the sale of personal proper t/must be given in like manner, 10 days F Notice t0 that e appiication will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell land must be published for four weeks. Pitations on letters ot administration, -SSlip,l».. must be puhlislu'cl 30 kr for dismission from administration, monthly, three months; for dismission from guardianship, 40 days. Rules for the foreclosure of mortgages must be published monthly, four months ; for establishing lost papers, for the full snice of three months; for compc.ling titles from executors or administrators, where bond has been given by the de ce,ted,the full space of three months. Sheriff's sales must be published for four weeks. Estray notices, two weeks. Publications will always be continued according to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. SAM..I. WINS. WM. E. SIMMONS. WINN & SIMMONS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Lawuesceville, G EORGIA. Practice in Gwinnett anti the adjoining counties. niar 15-lv N. L. HUTCH I NS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, LitVItESCEVII.LE, C! A . Practice in the counties of the Western Circuit, and in Milton and Forsyth of the Blue Ridge. mar 15-ly TYLEIt M. PEEPLES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, UWBESCEVILLE, GA. Practices in the counties of Gwinnett, Hail, Jackson and Milton. Pension claims promptly attended to nnr 15-6 m J.N.GLENN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, UWRENCKVILI.E, GA 'A ill promptly attend to all business entrusted to his care, and also to Land, Bounty and Pension claims mar 15-Gin DRSh T. K. & G. A. MITCHELL, LAWRENCEVILLE, GA., Respectfully tender a continuation of :i - lr professional services to the citizens generally. Keep constantly on hand a guoil assortment of drugs and chemicals. 1 ‘'ascriptions carefully prepared, marls-ly A - J. SHAFFER, M. D., PHYSICIAN and surgeon, LAWRENCEVILLE, GA. _ m ar 15-6 m h ' F. ROBERTS, Attorney at Law, ALPHARETTA, GEORGIA, tm'lf to a P business entrusted to inthf or,'" ! he ue circuit; als(. J'T' cUd *ith Col. H. H. Walker fits ion, Laud Warrants and Q,. cas ” 4 a 9 a in*t the United States "■ june 14-bm Ai R-LINE HOUSE, Pr . y or Street, near the Car Shed, ATLANTA, GA. KEITH, - - Proprietor. Meal, or Lodging, 50 Cents. J*“gl6-tf hotel charleston, s. c. nay ; 4 . lv E. 11. JaCKSON. Weekly Gwinnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR.] Vol. 11. ROMANCE. nr oeiver Wendell holmes. Oh ! she was a maid of a laughing eye. And she lived in a garret cold and high ; And he was a threadbare, whiskered beau, And he lived in a cellar damp aud low. But the rosy boy on cherub wing Has many a shaft in his slender string. And the youth below and the maid above Were touched with the flashing darts of love. And shp would wake from her troubled si 'ep. O’er his tender billet donx to weep ; Or stand like a statute bright and fair. And gaze on a lock or his bright red hair And he was so tall and so prond. With his step so firm and his laugh so loud, His beard grew long and his face grew thin. But he pined in solitude over his sin. And one soft night in the month of June, As she lav in the light of a elondless moon, A voice came floating soft and clear, To the startled maiden's listening ear. Oh, then from her creaking conch she sprang, And her tangled tresses back she flung, She looked from a window far below. And he stood beneath—her whiskered beau. She did not start with a foolish frown, But packed her trunk and scampered down ; And there was her lover, tail and true. In his threadbare coat of brightest blue. The star that rose in the evening shade Looked sadly down on a weeping maid ; The sun that eame in the morning pride Shed golden light o’er a laughing bride. The People in Advance of the Politicians, ft is but natmal that the professed politician should be slow and cau tious in changing his position as to questions of | arty and policy. The dashing politician who loves to he sensational, and aspires to notoriety often changes from no higher motive than to exhibit a certain flashy tal ent, f,nd to attract attention to nov elties of opinion and action. The ardent egotist mav do the same thing from a mere restlessness at following prudent plodding leaders in a beaten Hack, and prefers to have a following of his own, if it. be but a corporal’s guanl. to being lost sight of in the crowd. The active brained theorist may do the same because bis restless mind is ever dissatisfied with things as they are viewed by the ordinary thinker. But the average politician loves political influence, and having,acquir ed a little nurses it carefully as so much capital stock, and will not risk it by taking bold positions in advance of public sentiment. He is more inclined to hold back and watch the popular current,and then fall in with it But sometimes these would be leaders, but real tiimmers, find them selves behind the popular sentiment. They are too slow for that instinctive sagacity which moves the masses in a great emergency, and almost always moves them in the right direction. It seems apparent that at this crisis the popular sentiment of the South is in advance of its politicians. The people have been groaning and fret ting under bad government until they are aroused to a determination to have a change. They do not fear a change for the worse. Almost any change they think w ill be for the bet ter. Hence they fearlessly seize on the opportunity oft’erred by tne Cin einnati nomination to get rid of Grant and bis military satraps and corrupt political wire-workers. They are ready to take tip Greeley better man than Grant, and as the man most likely to defeat Grant.— They are not afraid of the victory, if achieved, being turned against them. But they have a profound apprehen sion of a four years longer domina tion of the present arbitrary dynasty. Politicians may de-ire to wait till the Bal.imoro Convention meets be fore taking position ; but the people have already made up their mtnds f and they will insist upon their wishes being carried out. That convention will not he a convention of popular leaders, who will undertake to dic tate opinions and action for the peo ple. It will necessarily be a body who will willingly or unwillingly, bend to the popular will and ratify its decree.— Constitutionalist. “Senator Brownlow ro<le in the procession in Knoxville, Tenn., on Memorial Day. The Chronicle says he appeared as well as he had for years.” Wo really began to flatter ourselves that the combined ravages of whiskv, disease and the senility of a virulent old age, had rather got the better of old Billy. But the prospects now are that if the devil wants the old fellow, he will have to take him alive.— Sat', yews. Lawreneeville, Ga., Wednesday, June 19, 1872. LIMBER-STICK TOBE. A Reminiscence of a Georgia Gold Town. by james Maurice Thompson. In those days I struck out fair from the shoulder with as good a right arm and as solid a fist as ever interfered with a lachrymal duct, or jolted the Adam’s apple of any fellow I don’t know that l particularly liked fighting; but somehow, without much trouble, I got a heap of it to do. — Practice, and much careful study of the world’s way of rolling along, had given me a clear insight into the manner of disposing of a chap so as to gain the greatest possible fame. My greatest accomplishment in the matter of fighting, was my laugh. If a fellow insulted me I didn’t ily into a roaring passion, and curse and swear at him ; nor did I rub my fist under his nose. That would have been common. I laughed. Tee he he-ha ha-wa-a-a !—tiiat way. I put on a very pleased look, and sidled up to my man—so. Then I tapped him with my finger on the shoulder and said to him “Don’t you love me, hon ey ?” “Not that 1 know of, you ted headed, cowardly, son of a rain bow !” said lie. “Let me ki.-s you, now, won’t you?” said 1. “Not by a gotirdfuly” said he. “But I must,” said I, smiling, and just about then he got chocked on six of iiis teeth, and a splinter of his jawbone. You know how the thing’s done about, round in certain districts where the law don’t have half a show, Arkan sas, Texas, California an 1 Missouri are ready examples. I suppose I’ve wolloped fifty men in each one of those States, some of them four or five times apiece. Guess I’ve told you about most of my scrapes but one, and that one was a curious affair. Didn’t think I’d ever tell you about it at all ; but it’s been so long ago. Let me see, ah, yes, nigh on to twen ty eight years—may be more. Guess u has. No difference about dates, ’twas a long time ago anyhow, long time ago. 1 wouldn’t tell yon now, but somehow I don’t feel like sitting hete smoking always with nothing to talk about, when it does seem so much like living .ife over again to talk up these old scrapes. Seems like this tobacco burns too fast, give me some of yours. Thank ye. Yes, tliis is better. Burns slow like. Couldn't tell you bow I first came to go to Dahlonega any more than if the wind had a blown me there.— Some how or other I don’t keep in mind just the year 1 went. Fact is it’s a good deal like a dream, all dim and misty like, just as you’ve seen mountains away off in Indian sum mer when the wind was not blowing any of acount, and everything seem ed dozing. I didn’t go to Dahlonega to dig gold at all, though for that matter they were scooping it out right lively then. Dahlonega is down in Georgia, you know, and there’s a government mint there. Reckon 1 went down there to fight, don’t know what else, though, as I told you, I can’t say that I particularly liked fighting. When I went there Dahlonega was,just like almost any goldmine town, a huddle of shanties, and in most of the shanties limy had more or less liquor to sell. Greatest place tor corn whisky I ever taw, unless it was the Ducktown copper mine in East Tennessee. The first evening after I got there I had four fights, and licked four men, and I can’t aay I got even a scratch. Of course this gave me a reputation at once, for, as it happen ed, I whipped the four bullies of tbe south end of town all in one evening. One of them, 1 remember, l knocked into a mortar pit where tbe mud mortar was a foot deep. That’s what he got for coughing in my face. The other three, I don’t mind now what 1 mauled them for. I think, though that one of them caught his mess tor asking tue lor a chew of tobacco, and when l handed him my plug he put a corner of it in his great slobbering mouth and bit ofl a piece instead ot cutting it with a knite. I ain’t clear about it, but I think 1 kicked him clean over a pile of bacon in Sypes’ grocery. Never did like for a man to bite mv tobacco. It was in the Spring that I went down there to Dahlonega, and that hill country of North Georgia is a nice place to be at in the spring.— Sea breezes and mountain winds blow through the lane in a gusty, careless kind of w ay, making a sol emu moaning and roaring in tire pine tops that now-a-days touches a ten der place in my heart, setting mem ory to work rumaging over a little heap of things put away in my bo som as holy. Ah, may be you never •thought I had a real tender heart “COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!” j always beating under the iron like muscles of my great rugged breast, but I guess may-be I have. Here, fill my pipe, tobacco burns faster than common somehow. I was going on to tell you that one morning 1 was dragging Lase Owens across the street by the hair of the head, punching him on the nose a little so that next time he wouldn’t bo apt to call me a hoosier, when suddenly I came face to face with a young woman. Lase was bawling out “Nuff!” (meaning enough), and 1 a shootin’ it to him just about my best licks, and the blood a flying. I looked right into that girl’s e\es be fore I knew it. and right there 1 dropped Lase Owen as if I had been stabbed. Site was the prettiest thing I ever saw. Curious! Iliad dream ed of that face all my life. Yes, sir, dreamed of it more than a thousand times when sound asleep in my bed, and I had never seen or Lea d of her before. Now it seemed as if she had dropped before me from the sky.— Curious ! She turned a little pale, shied round me and went her way. 1 gave Lase one more kick, and then went over to CentreH’s and got a cigar, to see if smoking wouldn’t quiet my feelings, for I tell you iliat sweet face had thrilled me like a galvanic shock. Ail that day 1 was in a reverie. I went from place to place liki a sleep walker. Time went on and I soon got to be master of Dahlonega, so far as fight ing went. Everybody began to give the road to me, “treat” me and fun die about me generally. \\ heiever I went I could hear them say as I passed, “there goos Tom Royster. Better bet lie’s one of ’em ! ’Twon't do to fool along with him, l tell ye!” But though such words as ttiese greeted my ears constantly, there was a sentence almost invariably added in an under tone, “wonder when Limber- Stick Tt.be ’ll be back.” 1 had heard that name occasionally spoken among the miners and gamblers, but now it was beginning to be on everybody’s tongue, Limber Slick l obe seemed lo have an influence in Dahlonega. It somehow at once got into my head that this man, this Limber-Stick Tube, was to he rar rival in one way or another. This kept me from mak ing any inquiries about him. As davs went by I occasionally saw the glorious girl I bad so long loved in iny dreams. It would so happen that she mu3t several times see me fighting. I haled this. I had got my beard and hair neatly trimmed, and bad been more careful about my dress, lately, all on her ac count. To save my life, 1 couldn’t see her without having my heart go into a foolish flutter, ami feeling my face get pale and red by turns. Oh ! for that matter, I may ns well ac knowledge that I loved her as soon as I saw her, for I did. “What young lady is that?” said I to my landlord, one day, as the ob ject of my admiration was passing along the street, in front of the hotel. “That’s Nettie Baliew,” was the reply. “Where does she live “At home.” In less than twenty minutes the landlord was entirely used up. The young lady heard him bawling, and looked back just in time to see me ppt on the finishing touch, l>y grind ing a handful of dirt into the fellow’s O eyes. Could it bo ? I thought, yes, I was almost certain she smiled, as our eyes met in the backward glance ! I helped the landlord up; and said to him in my smiling way : “I guess mav be you can tell me where she lives now. Tell me in less than a second.” “Sue-she 1-1-ives j -just out of t-town on the hill n-north, in the w-w-white house, among the pints,” he replied, out ot breath with pain and tenor. I knew where the place was. Had passed it often in going to the “dig gings of Col. L . It was the only really comfortable residence I knew of anywhere in that vicinity. A two story frame house, painted white, with a portico in front and large windows, with green Venetian biinds, was something quite in tbe aristocratic line at that time in and about Dahlonega. Early on the next morning after making the discovery of the home of Nettie Baliew, I called for my horse and rode out pa-t the house. I had no object in view, only a feint hope that 1 might get to see the young lady. I don’t know what made it so turn my head, but I was neary crazy about that gitl. Well, I didn’t get to see her, and after lingering in the neighborhood of the house sot some hours, I started back to town in a somewhat dispirited mood. I asked myself what I meant. What was I to think of loving this beautiful, del icate girl ! I, a roving rake, a row dy, bully, riot-hunter; law defier, a desperado! Could I ever make my self worthy of her? Wasn’t it the merest nonsense to be thinking of it ? Tbus-wise, tilled with self-reproach, chagrin, remorse, ami almost desper ation to the last degree, 1 rode toward town with my hat drawn down far over my eyes. As I passed Tilth’s saloon 1 heard some one say : “And Limber-Stick Tube has come back, and its all selling up ” I paid little attention to the re mark ;• but 1 had gone on y a rod or two farther, when I passed two or three miners going “down town,'’ when one said to the other : “Lim her Stick Tube has got back.” A little farther on a group of men were holjing some sort of a confab on a street corner. From some in the group came the words—"lf Limber Stick Tube can’t do it, nobody can.” Then as I got well clown am mgst the sa loons, and the throng of such nun as gather about gold mines went stir ring and buzzing around me, from every quarter came that name, Lim ber-Stick Tube. It. was now about noon, and as I reached my boarding place, I went to mv room to collect my faculties, for I begun to snuff a big light. 1 had heard et ough to convince me that Limber Stick Tobe was the rul ing bully of Dahlot ega, and that I had come in bis absence and usurped his place That was the long and short of the business. I was : ilting on the side of my bed smoking my pipe, thinking about what was to bo ihe result of my lon ger staying in Dahlonega, when a great shouting and yelling began in the street below. I drew back my window curtains and looked out. A great crowd of men, motley as such crowds can be, was streaming along the sides of the street, waiving their bats and shouting, “Hoorah for Lim ber-Stick Tobe I” Along the middle of the street rode a man on whom all ryes were turned. He was appa rentlv about forty years of age, short and thick set, with heavy limbs, round shoulders, a big, square head that seemed to set tight down on his body without any neck at all, and a face at once mild, self satisfied and determined. The forehead was broad and high, very slight v retreating, the eyebrows black and heavy, the eyes steel gtay, and rather small, the nose aqueline, the mouth thin-lipped and firm, the chin square and advan cing. He wore a broad brimmed hat, under which his black hair hung in coarse curls. He carried in his hand a black walking stick, which bent and quivered all the time with its own weight, so flexible was it. This man smiled blandly around on the crowd, acknowledging the cheer ing by frequently waiving his stick. Finally he passed out of my sight, and I heard them cheering on after him. This was the man 1 had to fight. I felt it. I knew it. I took my hat and walked down into the street. “Who was that fellow on the horse ?” I inquired of a man stand ing on the hotel steps. “That! Tiiat was old Limber- Stick Tobe, as they cad him,” was the reply. “Is he much of a fighter?” I ques tioned. “Fighter! fighter ! Limber Sink Tobe a fighter!" said the m n em phatically, and gazing strangely at mo. Then turning to two or three others near by be continued : “I sty there, Jack, Jim, Ben, this man wants to know if Limber Stick Tube is much of a fighter !” “A fighter! you bet,” said one, “Guess his way of fighting would be s’prising to Captain Torn Royster, eh,” said another. I set my teeth and turned away, determined to fight Limber-Stick Tube at tbe first opportunity. I walked down the street and turned the first corner, when lo and behold, I was face to face with Nettie Baliew. How sweet she looked ! How pure and goo 1! She smiled as she pa»s#d me. Such a smile ! I’ve heard talk of angels, and Ido believe she was one, almost. Give nte just another pipe of yonr tobacco. Thank you. Very good j tobacco it is, too. Well, a week from that day I was i lying in bed all battered and banged up My eyes were nearly closed, my nose made into jelly, iny head as j knotty all over as could be. my arms , and body just as sore as a boil. In j fact, I was nearly beaten to death, all of which was done by that man Um ber Stick Tobe. 1 forced the fight on him. He said he di in’t want to tight. Said it would disgrace him, but if nothing but fight would do [s2 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. me, here goes. Then that limber stick began to warp round my head in sharp, well aimed, rapid blow*, that do as 1 might I couldn’t avoid. In fact, ho licked me. Thrashed me till i bawled. Now, then, I had been lying in bed about a week, suffering in mind and body on account of that dtubbing, the only one I ever did get, when my landlord cattle in with my dinner. “Weit,” said ue, as ho sat down the tray of victuals and looked at me dolefully, “Well, Tom Royster, you are getting well enough now to ex plain matters a little, and 1 want to kutnv what on earth you picked up and forced a fight with old Tobe Hallow for?” I gazed at the man steadily for a moment to see that bo was not quiz zing me then said: “Why, just be cau e lie’s always been the bully here, and 1 wanted that position myself.” "Been the bully !’’ echoed the land lady, “Been the bully ! Why he’s a Methodist Preacher, and never had a light before in his life, man.” “What!” I ejacu nted in utter con sternation. “Certain, sir, he’s a Methodist Preacher, and spite of his good, pious ways, all the miners, black legs and speculators iike him, for ho don’t care a cuss if they have all their fun will; him, and call him Limber Stick Tobe, instead of Parson Ballew, as lliev ought to.” “Ballew! “Ballew!” I muttered. “Is he any relation to Nettie Ballew!” “Certain, sir, she’s his—” “Thunder ! O Lord ! what have I done ? Landlord,” said I, in a breath, “post right off to Parson Ballew, and tell him to come right here and see me, quick!” “The landlord gave me one star tied look (l must have looked death Iv,) and then bolted off. Ballew happend to bo passing along the street, and was brought light iu. 1 was crazy —1 was wild. “Oh, Mr. Ballew, forgive me, for give mo I’ l cried, 1 didn’t know you was Nettie’s—” “Husband!” he put ip very calmly. “Yes, she’s my wife !” * *“ * * * “Here, take ibis pipe ; guess I’ve smoked enough.” Bo Sensible. Do not be above your business lie who turns up bis nose at his work, quai l els witli bis bread and butter. He is a poor smith who is afraid of his own spark ; there’s some discomfort in all trades except chimb ney-sweeping. If sailors give up going to sea because of the wet ; if bakers left off baking bread because it was hot work ; if plowmen would not plow because of cold, and tailors would not make our clothes for fear of pricking their fingers, what a pass we would come to. Nonsense, my fine fellow, there’s no shame about any honest calling; don’t be afraid of soiling your hands, there’s plenty of soap to Le bad. All trades are good to good tra tiers. Lucifer matches pay well if vou sell enough of them. You can not get honey if you are frigtened at bees, nor plant corn if you are afraid to get mud on your boots, When bars of iron melt under the south winds; when you dig the fields with toothpicks; blow ships along with a fan ; manure the crops with lavender water, and grow pluincakes in tiow er-pots, there will be a fine time for dandies; but until tbe millennium comes we shall all have a deal to put up with. * The New York Legislature re cently passed the common sense law that acquaintance with the facts of a case shall not disqualify from ser .ice as jurors upon a trial any man who may be able other wise to render a fair verdict. This tcversal of a practice which tend ed to place idiots in the jury box was carried into practical effect in New York city yesterday for the first time, and there is no doubt tiiat this reform is one which will extend to every section of the country. XfTA correspondent of the Coun try Gentleman says: “If any of your readers are troubled with lice on cat tle, tell them to try brine. It is the easiest and surest remedy l ever used. My hogs I found covered with ticks this summer, something 1 never heard of before, and salt water twice ap plied cleared them. An Atlanta Special says: Ben llill is for Greeley without sugar.— Judge St<*phens will take tbe Balti more Convention, unadulterated; while Genera! Toobs favors holding off, and if trade it is, let it be the best possible trade. RATES OF ADVERTISING. space 3 mo’s. | C mo's. 12 mo’s. Dqua e $ 4 00” $ VoOtflo on 2 sq’rs 600 J 0 00 1 i (,u 3 sqr’s 8 0(1 14 00 20 Qo 1.;/ cul. 12 CO 20 00 30 ro }£ col. 2ft Of- 2>f* 00 60 Oft one col. 1 40 (w* 7A Of* 10c no The money for advertisements is due on the first insertion. A sqnnre is fhespr.ee of one inch in depth of the eoiuimi, irres(rf>ctive of the number of lines. Marriages and deaths, not exceeding six lines, published free. For a man ad vertising iris wife, aud all other personal mutter, don hie rates will be charged. No. 14. A Fish Story. — One of the Flor ida excursionists was expatiating to an attentive circle of listeners this morning on the incalculable nlimbers of fish in the gull, and especially was “heavy” on their size. Alter hearing several won derful yarns, a well known retailer of dry old jokes, spoke u few words as follows: “Well, I know a more wonderful tale than any yon have told. I once caught a catfish in tin* Ocmulgee river that weighed one hundred and thirteen pounds and two ounces gross in its stocking feet, and if yon be lieve me, gentlemen, when we clit that fmh open to clean it, we found t iat it had swallowed a large black and white spotted hog, with a crop in its right ear, ai d a round hole in its left, which weighed one hundred and sixty pounds." The excursionist looked at George a minute, and said “Let’s go around to the Merchant’s Exchange and get something to help ns to swal low' that.”— A’nti rprixe. —-*■«>•> “Es He’d Said Ducks.” —During a class meeting held several \ears since by the Methodist brethren of a Southern village, brother .Tone went among the colored portion of the congregation. Finding theie an off man notorious for his endeavor to serve God on the Sabbath and Satan the rest of the weed:, lie said : ‘Well, Brother Dick, I’m glad to see you here! II iven’t stole anv turkeys since I saw you lasq Brother Dick?” “No, no, Brudder Jones, no tur keys.” “Nor any chickens, Brother Dick?” “No, no, Brudder Jones, no chick ens.” “Thank the Lord, Brother Dick ! Thai’s doing well, my brother!” said Brother Jones, leaving Brother Dick, who immediately relieved his over burdened conscience by saying to a near neighbor, with an immense sign of relief: “Es he’d a sai l duels, he'd had me — Advance. A good story is told of a nobby dry goods clerk who attended a dance in the rural district a few evenings since. He wore a Che voit shirt, and put on a great ma ny airs. lie was somewhat taken down, however, when he overheard one country lass say* to another, “That town chap slings on a heap of style fur a fellow that wears a bed tick shirt.” When Hob Toombs and Bishop Fierce were attending college at Athens, they mr lo a bargain when they quit school,one to fight tLe Dem ocrats and the other to fight the Devil. The Bishop says Bob long ago made friends with live Democrats, but be continues to fight the Devil.— Exchange. A negro woman was relating her experience to a gaping congregation of color, and among other things she said had been in heaven. One of the ladies asked her—“ Sister, did you see any blacks in heaven }”— “Oli, git out? You s’pose Igo in de kitchen when I was dar !’’ “How much corn may a gentleman eat !” whispered P., While the cob* on his plate lay in tiers ; “As to that,’’ answered Q , as he glanced at the heap, “'Twill depend on tbo length of his ears ” A youthful novice in smoking turned deadly pale and threw his segar away. “(>, dear,” he said, “(here's some'in in that segar that’s rnakin’me si< k. ’ “I know what it is.” said hi* companion, pulling awav. “What!” “1 abacker.” A girl, speaking from experience, says “a ki-s in time saves ninefor she avers in every case where she has refused a man a chaste salute he has taken at least twenty. Burlington, lowa, buried a baby, and this is its epitaph : “Beneath this stone our baby lays, He neither cries uor hollers, He lived just twenty days. And cost us forty dollars.” “Talk about the jaws of death !” exclaimed a man who was living with his third scolding wile; “I tell you they are no touch to the jaws ol life!” The little girl who sang “I want to be an angel” was told by her papa that her desire would be gratified if she could pass the competitive exam ination.