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GW INNfiTT HERALD. JEVBKY WEDNESDAY, DY i 'SkI’LKS & YARBROUGH. tYLBU >l. I’EETLES, Editor. ItKB of subscription. B.VU jb ...S2OO •wSSs::::: ««• i P IIC , o| ’{, three months ,)0 »<?> «*-!»?»'* b vor provisions. in moix.) o f I . • five subscribers, and Al, - VU, r3l eceivc a copy free, the " , ;" e - v h' ‘ wishing them papers Su s/ . , rue post-office to another, change.! from ■ of thc post-office mint wish it changed, as well *■**ls, we «■*»«■»• ~ iK( ; A l AI»YE RTISEMENTS - I Sheriff' pcrVquare... 5 00 | Mortgage h 5 00 I T# * ( '!a administration. 3 00 I sejuare JOO ■ U ‘ U f Uoll'fortomeJtead 200 9-Applteahon toi 3 00 I fotray notices - •••••• | „ w of land, by administrators, I M r or guardians, arc required by 1 r a T L Mil on the first Tuesday in the 1 laW t.° between the hours of ten in the 1 three in the afternoon, at 1 t! " v ,ir .° P J i\,ese sales must be given in I a |!ubU(T Ji O s previous to Hie I to *»'» ci ;“ lit ' i , rß ° r *» I t .to to r» k ;a ,rs ‘0 days. I ; ' the sale of personal proper- I . , given in like manner, 10 days 11 I>r v'a'ice 1 °tbat C application will be made i t-,‘the Court of Ordinary for leave to I ii l-inil must be published for four weeks. I ' i nations on letters of administration, mu.tto pul,l»M3o I h , • |br dismission from administration, I Lnatiily, three months; for dismission I Iroiii guardianship, 40 days. II i-i.ics f„r the foreclosure of mortgages Ik- published monthly, four months ; ■l",p üblishing lost papers, for the full K - of three months; for coinpolling ■pi ; from executors or administrators, ■rt,.,, bond has been given by the de ■cea-d.il.c full space of three months. ■ SV,ill's sales must be published for weeks. ■ K'trav notices, two weeks. ■ linns will aiwuy.s be continued ■p. , to these, tins legal requirements. . otherwise ordered. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. UM.J.WIXS. WM. K. SIMMONS. WINN & SIMMONS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, iiWKENCEVII.LE, G EORGIA. I’rn'ticc in Gwinnett and the adjoining jifmtiw. ’ mar l ft-ly N. L. HUTCHINS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, .IWIIENOEVILI.K, Ga. I’cacti-c in the counties of the Western hniii.and in Milton and Forsyth ol the Hue mar lft-ly ,'Yi.UR M. L'EEi’LES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ■UVUKSCEVILI.E, GA. I'ni'tiiM-s in the counties of Gwinnett, lull, Jackson and Milton. lVisi'm claims promptly attended to mar 13-Gm J . N . G L E N N , ATTORNEY AT LAW, IWREXCEVILLE, G.Y > littend to all business re, and also to Land, n claims mar 15-6 m 3. A. MITCHELL, EVILLE, GA., der a continuation of crvices to the citizens constantly on hand a f drugs and chemicals, refully prepared. UrKll,M.l>., AND SURGEON, SEVILLE, GA. O B E 11 T S , iey at Law, T.\, GEORGIA, H business entrusted to ic Ridge circuit; also Hall and Gwinnett of & 001. 11. 11. Walker ln 'l Warrants atal ut< l the United States June 14-C.m I AIR-LINE house, I '- or Street., near the Car Shed, ( ATLANTA, GA. I " - Proprietor. K t/w/ ’ ' Jr Aodyi'm/, fto Cents. ■ *8 10-4 f BUULkstox Hot ml R Jlai, ‘U:stox, s. c. iB-ydiv J-iUKSUN. Weekly (I winnett Herald. T. M. PEEPLES, PROPRIETOR ] Vol. 11. We Can Make Home Happy. Tliongh we may not change the cottage For a mansion tall and grand, Or exchange the little grass plot For a boundless stretch of land— Yet there’s something brighter, dearer, Than die wealth we’d thus command. Though we have not means to purchase Costly pictures rich and rare, Though we have not costly hangings For the walls so cold and bare, We can hang them o'er with garlands, For the flowers bloom everywhere. We can always make homo, cheerful, If the right course we begin ; We can make its inmates happy, And their truest blessings win; It will make the small room brighter, If we let the sunshine in. We can gather around the fireside When the evening hours arc long ; We can blend our hearts and voices In a happy, social song ; We can guide some erring brother— Lead him Iroui the path of wrong. We may fill our home with music, And with sunshine brimming o’er, If against all dark intruders We will firmly close the door; Yet should evil shadows enter, We must love each other more. qli! there are treasures for the lowly, Which the grandest fail to find, There’s a chain of sweet affection Binding friends of kindred minds ; We may reap the choicest blessings From the poorest lot assigned. Wanted.— A young man of indus try, ability, integrity, etc. This meets our eye daily iti the column of “Wants,” and it is as true as the Pentateuch. Wanted ? Of course they are always wanted. The market can never be overstocked ; j they will always be called for, and never quoted “dull” or “no sale”.— Wanted for thinkers—wanted for workers —in the mart, on the main, in the field, and in the forest. /Spools are lying idle for want of h young man ; a pen is waiting to be lobbied, a tree to be felled ; a school to be instructed. They talk about staples and great staples. Honest, industrious, able young men are the great staples in this world of ours. Ydung men ! you are wanted, but not for a doctor. No, not a lawyer. There are enough of them for this generation, and one or two to spare. Don’t study a profession, unless that of a bricklayer, or a fat me r, or some of the mauuel professions. Don’t measure tape, if you can help it.— It’s honest and honorable, and all that, hut don’t rob the women It’s their prerogative to handle silks and laces, tape and thread. Put on your hat then, like a man, don an apron, and go out of doors. Get a good glow on your cheek, the jewelry of toil upon your blow, and good set of well developed muscles. We would go if we could, hut we were young longer ago than we would like to think ; but, you know, when one’s old, he can’t. Besides, if you become a doctor, you’ll have to wait—“because you haven’t experience,” says an ol 1 prac titioner; because you are “too young,” say all the women. If a lawyer and likely to rise, they’ll put a weight on your head, a la Swiss, to keep you under, or if you make a good argu ment, some opponent as gray as a rat will kick it over, by some taunt or other, because you was not born in tbe year one. And so it will go, until you are tired and bored, and wish you had been a tinker, perhaps “an immortal” one, or anything but what you are. Be a farmer, and your troubles are over, or rather they don’t begin. You own, what you stand on, from the centre of the earth (as they used to say) up to the sky ; you are inde pendent all day, and tired, not weary, at night. The more neighbors you have, and the better farmers they are, the more and the better for you. There’s one thing more, young man. You are wanted, a young wo man wants you. Don’t wait to be rich. If you do, ten to one, if you are tit to bo married at all, you will not find anybody that’s fit to be mar ried. Marry while you are young, and struggle together, lest in years to come, somebody shall advertise, “Young men wanted,” and none to be had. To discover spurious greenbacks, or national bank notes, divide the last two figures of the number of the bill by four, and if one remain the letter on the genuine will bo A ; if two remain it will bo B ; if three, C; and should there be no remainder the letter will be I). For example, a note is registered 2,641, divide forty one by four, and you will have one remaining. According to the rule the letter on the noto will be A. In case the rule fails, be certain that the bill is counterfeit. Lawrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, July 10, 1872. BERTHA’S LEGACY. It was a night in the month of January, cold, dark, and wet. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and the rain and sleet fell in torrents. Cabs were seen flying in all directions, and strag gling groups of men and women, homeward bound after their day’s labor, hurried along the deserted streets. The boulevards, squares and pub lic thoroughfares of Paris, free from loungers and promenaders, wore an aspect of desolation that boded ill to the homeless poor. In contrast to the inclemency out of-doors, many happy families gath ered closer around their glowing hearths, enjoying their comforts all the more that they were sheltered against the waning elements. In the drawing-room of a splendid hotel, situated in a quiet quarter in the neighborhood of the Chausseo D’Antin, such a family was assembled. A great fire shown and crackled in the chimney; gilt-bronze lamps en crusted with enamels, shed a soft light throughout the apartment; a rich Gobelin carpet covered the cen tre of the bright polished floor; and the elegant furniture and costly orna ments, artistically arranged, were so many convincing proofs of good taste and ample means. M. Constantin, in fact, was exceedingly rich, and proud because lie was the artificer of his own fortune. Upright and eau tious in all his dealings, lie, after many years of successful! operations, skillfully accomplished, found himself at the head of one of the largest banking concerns in Paris, recognized as a sure guide in investments, ami a competent autboiity in nlHbings per taining to finance. On the evening in question, Mr, Constantin was in excellent spirits. During the day the balance sheet, showing the result of the previous year’s operations, was shown to him, the profits being lar ger than on tiny former occasion, so that bo was thoroughly disposed to indulge in the good humor of a pros perous and self-satisfied man. Re clining in his easy chair, he was sur rounded by hi* romping children, who listened to his amusing stories, which they frequently interrupted with their merry peals of laughter. At tliis moment, outside, a very different scene was to he witnessed. A lonely woman slood motionless before the door, the umbrella over her head protecting her but slightly from the ruin which streamed down her dress, forming a pool of water at her feet. After some minutes’ hesi tation she mustered courage and knocked on the door with a trem bling band. A servant opened it, and, requesting her to bo seated in the ante chamber, informed her mas ter that a woman wanted to see him on urgent business. “A woman ! What woman! What does she want?” asked the banker. “She did not seein willing to give her name, but looks respectable, and has come all the way from La Chap elle to see you.” “From La Chapelle such a night as this ? Poor woman !” said Mad ame Constantin. “Has she a car riage ?” “Oh no, ma'me,” replied the ser vant ; “site has come on foot, and is drenched to the skin.” “Tell her to call at my place of busiuess to morow,” said the annoyed bauker. “I cannot possibly be dis turbed at home.” On observing an expression of in terest and compassion flit across the face of his eldest daughter, bertha, who was in delicate health, he chang ed his mind, and went to see what his visitor wanted. After an absence of ten minutes he returned visibly out of temper muttering something about the im pertinence of intruders. Ou being asked by his wife what the stranger wanted, he said : “Oh, the husband of this Madame lienaud is a bookseller, I believe ; he has been fool enough to stand surety for his brother, who owes mo a few hundred francs, and is consequently embarrassed. She pretends that Ke naud is in bad health, and cannot just now refund the amouut, but wants me to accept it by installments, which proposal 1, ot course, refused for one moment to entertain. 1 sup pose she was .trying to work upon my feelings when she told me that ltenaud was threatened with the con sumption, that she had a small tain ily to bring up, that the times were hard, and so forth.” “You could not, then, grant her the favor she asked!” chimed iu his wife. “bv no means. It would be en. tirely contrary to the rules ot busi ness to which l mean to adhere, but do not let us trouble ourselves about the matter. Those people are al- “COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE!” ways trying to impose upon the credu lous, and generally pay when hard pushed. Come along, Bertha, give us a tune upon the piano to change the subject. What a stormy night this is !” Bertha sat down at her father’s desire ; but while her back was turn ed to him an expression of sorrow clouded for a moment her pale face, and a tear fell upon the music sheet in her hand. In her guileless sim plicity she pitied the poor mother who had pleaded in vain for her sick husband and helpless offspring. The charming Bertha sang, in a low, sweet voice, full of expression, her father’s favorite songs, accompa nying herself on the piano, and re stored him to his wonted good hu mor. lie was proud of Ids accomplished child, and anxiously hoped that with the approach of spring her health would be re established. Poor Madame Renaud, on quitting the hotel, rapidly wended her way home through the storm, with a heavy heart, insensible to cold and rain. Resigning themselves to their lot, the Renauds witnessed their stock of hooks sold off at one-fouith of their value, the proceeds being barely suf ficient to pay tlie rent falling due, and settle M. Constantin’s claim. Stripped of everything they pos sessed, saving a bed, a table, and a few clmirs, they removed to an attic in a wretched locality, and mingled with the poorest of the poor. Fer tile in resources, like many other French women, Madame Renaud girt up her loins for the struggle with want and misery. Being a skillful needle woman, sbo sought work dili gently and found it, and thought nothing of traveling all over Paris in quest of it. From dawn till dusk she was never idle, laboring in season and out of season, without murmur or complaint, knowing that* the lives of those near and dear to her depended on her alone. On the miserable'ptltaimt so earned, the family were spa'sely pro vided with the bare necessaries of life. l>y continually imposing priva tions on herself, her comely face grew pinched and wan, until she was scarcely recognizable. But the cour ageous woman’s heart never fainted, and in the faithful discharge of her duty she found her best reward. To her husband, in the days of his pros tration and affliction, she was a tow er of strength ; and ner children rose up before her and called her blessed. Summer came again, laden with fresh pleasures and beauties to glad den the hearts of man. The bright sunshine, the green fields, the fra (i-rant flowers, the hum of bees, the song of birds, the bleating of sheep, amfthe bellowing of kine were posi tive sources of enjoyment —delightful forms and sounds, grateful to eye and ear. On the banks of the Marne stood a fine old chateau, surrounded with spacious walks and stately tiees, to which M. Constantin bad removed bis daughter Bertha, in hopes that the change of air and sceueiy would ward otl the fatal disea e that was undermining her strength from day to day. Her cough increased in intensity with her weakness through the sum mer and autumn months, and M. Constantin despaired of Ids darling’s life. Human skill and wealth were powerless to arrest the march of the grim destroyer, and the sweet resig nation of the suffering maid was painful to behold. To escape the early chills ot winter the family proceeded to Nice, hoping agaiust hope that Leilbas liealtli liTight be restored. A hectic flush occasionally suffused her pale face, as she looked upon the magnificence ot nature—the fertile valleys, the hoary mountains, the waving forest, the sounding sea. .... Her eye of preternatural bright ness looked as if kindled with the light of a purer life, while her un complaining gentleness would have touched a heart of stone. Her heart broken parents now bent over her night and day, smoothing her pillow and comforting her in her last hours. “Father,” she said, do you remem her tiie poor woman who sought you on that stormy night, aud pleaded for her husband aud ber children f” “1 do, Bertha.” “Please <dve her the hundred franc note that ? got from Unde Eugene on my lasi tete day, which you will find in my work-bo*. ’ “1 will, my child.’ 1 In the early dawn of next morning, she said: “Father, mother, embrace me i cannot see you. 1 feel we snail not be long together; but we will meet : again. A few minutes afterwards die breathed her last, and her spirit of innocence and purity winged its flight to the realm us of peace. The iron had now entered into the soul of the prosperous banker, and he for once realized tho frailty of human nature and the vanity of worldly hopes and desires. A link was now wanting in tho family chain, and Bertha’s vacant chair was a per petual souvenir of their 10.-s. Tho father’s face assumed a care-worn look, and the mother’s an expression of sadness. Years afterwards, how ever, when resigned to thoir bereave ment, they looked back with tender interest to iho sweetness of Bertha’s lifo, and fondly dwelt upon the qual ities that made her memory fragrant. In midwinter, M. Constantin, in deep mourning, was wending his way towards Ea Chnpello St.. Denis, in quest of the Renamts. Their shop was occupied by a wine merchant, who knew nothing about them. A grocer in the neighborhood informed him that they were the most respec table people, and hail been brought to misery bv tho hnrd-heartedness of an exacting creditor. After much search ing, he finally discovered their ad dress, and recognized Madame Re naud on tho staircase before him, sadly altered, however, since ho first saw her. lie slowly followed her up six stairs to a narrow attic, and lis tened in the door way. A racking cough plainly told what the matter was with the occupant of the bed. “The lady I sewed so much for has not paid me, and tells me to call next week. What we must do, God only knows. 1 have neither fire nor food.” And her children cried for bread, while she had none to give them. A tear rolled down the banker’s cheek, and he turned on his heel and rapidly descended the staircase. On reaching tho street, ho pro ceeded to a restaurant, and ordered a savory dinner to be sent up to tbo Reminds, shortly afterwards, a smart bov, carrying a heavy breakfast, went whistling up the same staircase, and knoeked*at the door. Words cannot depict the aston ishment of the forlorn family on receiving this unexpected supply, nor the happiness that reigned that night. When they had finished their re* pas', and were sti I speculating about it, M. Constantin walked in, and ex plained the motives of his visit. Ber tha’s legacy, with something added to it, he placed in Madame Renaud’s hands, while to the poor broken-down bookseller he presented a check on the Bank of Fiance for ten thousand francs, telling him he was to accept it as a loan, for which lie would only charge him with interest at the rate of only two and a half per cent, per annum until he was able to refund the amount. Prosperity again dawned upon the poor Renauds, who had been so sole ly tried, and the medical skill which failed to save Bertha restored the old bookseller to health and strength. M. Constantin, after the accom plishment of his mission of mercy, felt how much more blessed it is to give than to receive, and went down to the Chausee d’Antin with a light heart and a good conscience. llis charity, which began at this period of his life, did not end here. Whatever human suffering was to he alleviated, he was sure to be one of the most generous and unostentatious contributors. So numerous have been the benefits bestowed bv him upon the well deserving in adversity, that he is now, in his green old age, be loved and respected as ‘‘the poor old man’s friend.” Pensions to the Soldiers ok tiie War or 1812. —About twenty thou sand applications for pensions under the act of the last Congress granting pensions to the soldiers of the war of 1812, and to their widows and or phan children, have been finally act ed upon, and there are now upon file, pending further examination, from ten to twelve applications, with others coming in at the rate ol about twenty a day. The applications are, when receiv ed, referred to the Third Auditor for examination as to proof of service. Should the evidence not bo found there, search is then necessitated in the bounty land division of the Pen sion Office, and if it is there found that tho application recived bounty land, it is taken as evidence of ser vice ; but if nothing is found to sus tain tho claim of service in either of lhe.-.e two offices, the applicant is then notified that lie must support IT'» claim to service by other evidence. I Meantime ilre application is held in HOtl 1 1* ot tills tllilt . most of those remaining undisposed ; of now consist. [ A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. From the Troy Times. Marriedfor Money—Had Story of a Y'oung Itost on Lady. A funeral procession passed by yesterday. A young man told me a story that I think has a peculiar sad ness about it. At Saratoga last sea son at one of the largest balls helspfit the Grand Union Hotel was a young lady with tho most charming and fascinating manneis and graces.— Her toilette was equally as pleasing. Nlie was the hello of the hall—an honor accorded her without dissent. Her attendant during the evening was a young man dressed almost gaudily and bearing himself with all tho distasteful self conceit of a brain less millionaire. Ho was the son of a Boston leather dealer. He met tho lady at Saratoga for the first time last season, and sho, by direction of her parents, who were also wealthy, and who insisted upon tho arrange- | merit became his atlianced. Previous j to this she had met a young gentle man, also of Boston, of tho utmost respectability,ot thorough honor and iim-giiiy, but without fortune. To him she had been something inoro than a friend, in fact, almost a be trothed. Ho was young, had .risen by bis own stern efforts, and wa9, it is said, possessed of sterling and promising abilities, which in time must havo won him wealth and per haps distinction. On the return of tho lady from Saratoga last season, her engagement prevented her from j further intetcourse with her first i suitor, and he was dismissed. His ; giief was pitiful. lie strove not to reverse it by word i or action, hut tho very efforts ho so laboriously made exposed the poig nancy of his wounds. The lady lived with her husband in the suburbs of the city, at a large and costly resi dence, for one month after thoir mar riage. By that time tho abuse of the husband and bis gross sensuality and indecency compelled an immedi ate separation. lie was incontinent ly shipped to Europe, where lie still remains, and the young wife was left to gradually decline in liealtli until death ensued ; but not before she had reproached her parents for driving her to the alliance which wrought such early ruin and Hasted such bright hopes and expectations. As the funeral procession passed up a public street, the first admirer of the body, while watching with blanched cheeks and moist eyes the sad cor tege, full to the ground while suffer ing an attack of hemorrhage of the lungs. He was carried into a physi cian’s office near, where he died be fore the body of the one he had so tenderly and truly loved was laid in its last resting place—a victim to a true and holy passion. True it is that There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two that are linked in one heav enly tie, With heart never changing, Hnd brow never cold, Love on through all life, and love on till they die. One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless aud wandering bliss ; And oFi, if there be un Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Ono can baldly pity the remorse of the young lady’s parents, and yet human sympathy will not refuse an “amen” to tneir tearful try of an guish. General Ji iial Early on Office Seeking.—General Jubal A. Early lias written a letter declining tiie use jof his name for Congress in the Lynchburg ( Va.) district. He says : “If ever there was a time when there was truth in the words of tho poet who has said ‘the post of honor is a private station,’ that lime is now, and it is none the less so because of the trials attending that station in our impoverished land, while office, espe cially under the United States, is generally attended with large emolu ments. The great bane of our coun try at tliis time is the wild limit after office, and I shall certainly not add to that evil by my personal ex ample.” “Is my taco dirty !" asked a young lady from the backwoods, while seat ed with her aunt, at the dinner table, on a steamboat running flom Cairo to New Orleans. “Dirty ! No. Why i did you ask ?” “Because that insult- , ing waiter insists upon putting a towel beside my plate. Pve thfown three under the table, and every time he comes around he puts another one before me.” A young lady was looking at a picture representing a pair of lovers in a boat, with tiie arm of tho lover gently enfolding the waist of his dulcinea, when she innocently io inarked, “How natural!” RATES OF ADVKRTISINO. space «{ mo s. 6 mo's. 12 mo's. I'M i <re 5 400 £ <OO <Pi 00 2 sq’rs f, 00 In 00 1;i 0 0 3 sqr’s 8 on 1-1 00 20 GO H col. 12 no 2oon so ro j; col. 20 00 Bft 00 60 00 one 001. 40 00 7ft 00 10 00 The money for advertisements is due on the first insertion. A square is (be 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 other personal matter, double rates will be charged. No. 17. Miss Nellie Grant ami Queen Victoria. The San Francisco Chronicle lias received through private sources a letter written by Miss Nellie Grant to Queen Victoria, previous to her visit to Windsor l ahue. Its charm | ing simplicity and thorough good sense—if it be authentic—put beyond question all doubts as to (be nature of the visit and the feeling which prompted it. It reads as follows : Langley's Hotel, May, 1872. My Dear Lady and Queen —I am embarrassed at the honor of an ofli cial request, given through a high officer (your high Chamberlain, I think,) to be presented to your Maj esty. I should dearly love to see you, that I might tell mjr father and mother that I had been thus honored. I am hut a si i pie American girl ; that I am the President’s daughter gives me no claim to your recogni tion ns a sovereign. If, with the kind lady who is acting ns my cha peron, I might visit you, I should be very glad. Our Secretary of Lega tion hints at some poliiie.il signifi cance in this opportunity. I cannot so interpret it, and would not like to he so received, because it would not be light, as I am nothing in Ameri can politics, and I am sure that my father would not desire me to appear anv other than ns my simple and very humble self. If, with this ex planation, your Majesty will allow me to visit you, 1 shall he greatly honored and he very proud. I have w iitlen this note of my ow n notion, and because 1 think it is the right thing to do. lam your Maj esty’s very obedient seivant and ad mirer, Nellie Grant. The reply is equally as refreshing, and In-trays a spirit which does more honor to the British Queen than multitudes of other acti ns for which her subjects have loudly applauded her: Windsor Castle. Miss Nellie Grant—l havo in structed Lady to convey to you this note, and we shall receive you as the daughter of your honored pa j rents without the intervention of I high officers of the State. I shall accept your vi.-it as an “American ' girl,” and there shall be no oilier sig nificance in the fact than your kindly expressed desire to see the lady aid not the sovereign. 1 shall find it pleasant to forget tlftit I a.n Queen in receiving von to-morrow afternoon at our palace of Windsor Victoria. “A Tight Squeeze ” —Tt is an old sfoiy, but a good one, about Jacob Millei.and Ud Dutch miller, who be ■ times would become temporarily in- I sane. On which occasions lie would j imagine liim-elf the Lord, come to judge the world. Mounting a pile of flour, he would assume all the exterior dignity of a judicial officer, and at once commence lo judge his neighboiing craftsmen; making and answering the interroga tions himself. He would commence with Hans Gotleb’s case. “Ilans Gollcb, stand oop. llans Gotleb. va* vas your peesnias in dnt odder vorhlt?” “I vas a miller, O Lordt ” “Vas YOU a shust man, linns Gotleb J” “Vel sometimes ven de vatef be vas low, and tie peesniss lie vas padt, 1 (lakes pudy high toles.” “Vi I all right llans Gotleb; you shall go on de left side mil de goats.” And in this manner ihe crazy old fellow would call up one after another of the milUrs <>f his acquaintance, asking the same questions, getting the same replies, and invariably sen tencing tlicii! to “de left side mil de goats.” Last <>( all he would judge himself after 1 his wise: “Jacob Miller, stand oop. Jacob Miller, vat vas your peesnias in dat odder vorhlt ?” “L vas a miller, () Lordt.” “Vas you a ahn»t man, Jacob Miller !” “Vel sometimes veil de vater lie vas low, I dakes pur.ly still' doles, but I always "ives dcin extra doles to do poor.” “Vel Jacob Miller von shall go on de light side init de sheeps; but it is a darned tight squeeze.” "9 • “And so ye have taken the teetotal pledge have ye?” said one Irishman to another. “lodade l have, I am not ashamed of it aither.” “And did not Paul tell Timothy to lake a little wine for his stomach ?” “So he did! But tht n my name is not Timothy , and there's nothing the matter with my stomach, bed ad.” A woman applied to a magistrate for a warrant against a neighbor, saying : “She called me a thief, your llouor. Gan’t I make her prove it!” “Pei haps vou can,” quietly replied the magistrate, "but if 1 were you, I w ouldiiT.”