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IS , K . |,|, If; r, world to v.i-w. can.* cun’-d ehurra «■» more, fJJ ,h- luriu-d to her native shore. „ going boa.f-m.d_ now with a i "niet ; JY B' iC } - v f" a ** | , hjiano U , tdruce.orhis lov- S,!|J ‘coulJ Bimre he-. t!,e d '’' ,rcst ’ IwtJtcsi’bud in me old home-n*et , going home'- ah! the words ««re rikln# hearts we Ward her speak „ ur luvfd one, was “ w; ‘> ititjjloiim and to cle aal i* were the «tt«. dark were the «i« !„ faiirU the l'8 lil l,l ' in lll0!ic bCUU l ul ty«. h borne at lath «J 1 her wawieringe UiullT re ts mi the evergreen .lion-; | c w, uwk uvv iy onv .ids the ailtiug fU!I pilous we thin> "in- journey s UK,at (]",ie. ~ m far, Imp .y la' l ' l soou ‘ofictliei wt |i roa n ucAiiej wTvrm >rc suy. •! going liuiue.' ISC ISC Kt.l, ANY. irifting asunder. low xucli longer must this ’ Great Heaven be merciful ; sin is driving me mad I' She hi by the narrow piling tbe western hills turn p—a fair Uiuire J, a fair far-e l ban, whose beauty suffering glorified. “Midi” she re gal the Kurd, us if it held a (m for her—repeated it until licit it kgs killing her. ‘•How w better would it be,” she mar ki, >- if i could die to duy ; it Id be a blessing to me ; a bless cm both." U swayed to and fro, great lucking her body; swayed k reed exposed to tbe rokut- I'vitul—swayed like a woman k soul had been lowered to [trampled in tbe 'dust. She Margaret Hazel now; six years ke biul been Margaret. Hut one name never crossed her she darkened her husband’s but she would uotpollu a his P- Her story, her sin. and the pest curse that ever fell to wo f-jealeusy. H c been a happy wife for 8,101; .' sors, then peace, hap 9 " :iD d love left her forever.— of her husband and her ■’ Su ® bad nursed the fooling B s!ie was its slave, and ! ■ 0116 n ‘gbt when almost mad to kill them both, but H' r ‘d failed, thank God ; failed 9 l Ler 5 nzband, cursing the W‘ ls . v wet, turned her from his H a « no lunger a wife of bo cried— ‘I renounce—l efl forever.’ |B-'e w-,rds were ringing in her Those words were W" her down into (he depth*. Mbmksuf everything as she H/ :;6rea(; tbe window of the ■f ,nt hu " s « she called home, everything that has hap 9 w in luring a 1 (ho weary §H tir *’ I)Cr ' n nameless—and 9 m *‘ er a strange, new 109 - ‘Somehow,’ she f f' ea grow ing dusky, 9‘ eilTe " 1H h6r, r*rme tonight; I believe were I to pray 1H wonui listen—listen 9;. t ; ,e ,tm P e8 t that bad raged El, >a ° m waa gou> as aha ut -*« words ; sin, forgot that 9L ~eirnne d ; ,r h r °t that L 1 branded woman, ' Ut ~ie of tbe W eekiy Gwinnett Herald, TYLKU M. I’KKl’f.fiS, | Kuitoh and Propkiktor. f 'Be mercifttl with tnejust Heav ec !’ she prayed, ‘be merciful, and give me peace !’ She knelt still, although not a word passed her quivering lips ; knelt, although the moments Hew epiickly by, each one she felt bring ing the only thing she asked for on this earth, peace —peace with t ! ’e world—with herself. Sudden ly a - quick, nervioiw rap upon the door broke the quietude of tho room; slowly it brought her back to life; she arose, wert forward, and admitted a small, ambeihead od fellow clothed in gorge>us liv ery. ‘Mrs. Howard has sent the car ringe,’be said, shutting bis hands, •be ye ready ?’ M.'o down,’ Margaret Bazel said hy way ofjunswer, ‘and I will fol low you in a moment.’ The man obeyed mutely, and Margaret turned to the window. ‘Can I go V she mnsod. a bitter smile resting upon her lips, ‘can I there and amuse a crowd of peo pie from whom I shall be hidden ■ Yes, my life depends upon that jh ano —I mast go.’ The upper Un had long been in search cf a cheap ‘musician to c mini# them at their ‘soirees,’ and in Missßazel they so md that which they needed —a woman talsnted and proficient, glad to receive what many would call meagre remunara tion. Through the long, dismal tenement halls, Margaret B'zsl went down, flight after flight of steep, carpetless stairs. Got into the piu e fresh air, and into the wailing carriage which half an hour later she exchanged for a per famed alcove, furnish# 1 with clar et silk and containing a piano,.and nr mnd Ihe recess were folds of satin laces and exetics, secitlely l hiding M-.ss Bazel from the eager eyes of the guests. •It’s an idea of my ow t,’ said Mrs. Howard, the hostess, smil ing. ‘an id«a, which will be com mon before long.’ Margaret Bezel's whole sou’ seemed thrown into her task ; her lingers flow over the glistening key?. Never had she played as well beso 1 e, never dnl she play as wall again. ‘lf we could but see the lady,’ said Col. (’rowther, who had listen ed breathlessly, \f we could but get a glimpse of her face.’ bich yon might not admire as you do her playing, observed a lady. ‘Perhaps,’ assented the colonel. ‘But what s y you liisse ?’ The gentleman addressed turn ed his fine face toward the speak <?r. ‘Beg pardon ’ ho said, ‘I was en chanted with-the music—what did you say ?’ ‘Something that may not be as entertaining ns the music, so go on with your dream. Hat — turn iu£ to the hostess, ‘could you “ | pursuade upon the lady to sing ? ‘1 will try,' Mrs Howard amwor ed, and a moment later she was ploughing her way among the flow ers, gaining the alcove at last. ‘Will you sing, Mii3 B izel!’ she a.ked wondering why the girl should grow so white. Sing! Margaret Bazel had nev er sang since that fatal night years ago. Wou'd she sing?— Yes. she would sing the song lie had loved ; perhaps sometime 1 e would know she had. Perhaps it would bring her peace ‘I wiil sing one song,’ she said simply, and the next moment Mrs Howard was in the parlor again. soft and slew the music of Mar garet Bnzel’s voice filled the rooixt it was the old English ballad she sang : Come hack to me. my I«TaJ and loit, \Vhercever you mu) he.” ‘Jeautiful!’was the comment on every lip save one, The person whom Captain Crowther address ’ ed as ‘Ross,’ f 11 back against the 1 wall, rigid aud motionless. Lawrencaville, 3a. Wednesday, April 4, 1883. ‘I am ill, he said finally, his voice trembling with suppressed Wteitemm ; ‘#xeaso me.’ I award the alcove he flow, tear ing cesfly laco, trampling beneath his f#;tthe fragrant ex Hies jie gain edthe r#e»p# justasshc waasiuging, the fißal lines : “Home back, and !>> forgiven, Home back Be tore l d:e!’’ ‘Margaret !’ he cried, ‘I am here; forgive the wrong—forgive the bitter past. I love you still ; i have searched for yon all those years,’ Tho music ceased; Maigaret Ba zel looked up and 3aw her hus - band while and motionless stand ing before her. Tam mud!’ she shrieked, ‘your work is done !’ But he had taken her in his arms. ‘ltis your husband,’ he whisper od; ‘Margaret, my wife, forgive me.’ Now she knows its all real ; kuows chat happiness is once mare within her grasp. ‘Do not ftsk my fargiveness,’ she said siowly,‘l«L us both ssk it of Heaven.’ In a little while the recess be hind the flowers was deserted, and the two,souls that left it, did so w.t i glad hearts. Margareta,Roe is a happy, honored woman to day, her husband living in her lovi- ; but well tlic-y know that all the happiness that is theirs, or all that ever will be, must oine to them across Lha grave of suffering. "I DON'T AGR-T" GREENS" A prominent Maryland politician teds luo folk wing good cue on him seif: At seventeen I was a raw couo try lad aud excessively bashful. I in love with Sally G—, a bright, romping farmer s daugh ter. i detested greens in about Lire same ratio that I loved Sally. One Sunday I rode over to dine at Sadj’s house. They had a substan tiLd dinner with tho usual dish ot greens Suddenly it flashed upon me, while tire farmer was asking Ins long Sunday blessing, that J should be asked to take greens, and 1 began to a3k ray self if it would be polite ro decline The .conflict in my mind was terrible. I would r.dner have swallowed an ounce of quinine than a plate of grrona •i'rvsently the fatal invita lion was spoken. In bewildered desperation I pissed my plate anti was helped geceroasly. 1 west to work on the greens voraciously, seeing which the farmer helped me again. The situation was becom ing critical, but J. managed to gulp h'-in down. ‘I am jjlad you like that kale, John,’ remarked the fanner, *1 think there is nothing like it with good bacon.’ And he helped me again to an other dcso of greens. I was rapidly nearing ihe end of my self control. I had been help ed three times to greens and had not as yet swallowed a mouthfus of anything else. When I had dil posed of the third dish of greens I could not have found room for another ounce of food if iny life had depended on it. In my ex tremity I inwardly prayed that 1 would*not be asked to take greens a fourth time But I was disap pointed. Looking up from his plate tbe farmer saw with astonish mant that my plate was again emp tv. "‘Bless us, John!'said he, ‘havo some more greens!’ I glanced at Sally. Her face was convul ed with laughter. That was the last straw. Leaping from my chair. I shouted in hysterical frenzy : . ‘Blast it ! I don't lave greens! and vanished from t he farm house Sally eventually married a fel low who did “love” greens,— The Rambler. It was all over at last; the sad arrival home, the solemn moon lhdit ride with our dead one. and the funeral service for the dead. It was rdl over at last, and the dear «ue consigned to earth. • “God is the refuge of our saints' read our pastor, from holy writ; these words from that beautiful chapter in psalms—ho- thsv still the deep tides of sorrow; and, while we aro always putting death afar off, he may be at our doors 1 even now. IIIS J>A CATS MAD. ‘1 was down at the drug store this morning and sis your mu buy ing a lot of com t #iustors, enough t<* make a shirt, I should . think.— What’s she doing with much court plaster !’ asked the* grocery man as Uie bad boy, a a by came in and pulled ofl’ bis b»ots by’ tho stove aud emptio \ out.* jpt of snow that had collected airie walk ed through a drift, on tha hearth, which rnoited and made a bad smell. ‘O, I guess she was goiDg lo patch pa up so ho will hold water. IVa temper got into tie worst muss you over see, last night. If that museum was hero now they would hire pa and exhibit him as a tattooed man. I tell you I have got too old to be mauled as tho’ I was a kid, and any man who at tacks me from this out, v**nts to have his peace ina.ie with tli# in surance companies, ana knows that hie calling election is sur#, be cause 1 am a bad man, aud don’t you forget it.’ And the bsy pulled »u liis boot 3 and looked |o cress and desperate that the s grocery man ask#d him if he would try a little new cider. ‘Goo i heavens !' a nd t be grocery man, as the boy swallowed the ci der, and liia face resumed its natu ral look and tbo piratical frown disappeared with the cidor. ‘You have not stabbed your father,have yen ? I feared tl at one thing would bring on anot her, with you, and that you would yet be hnug.’ •Now 1 haven’t stabbed dura, it was another oat that stabbed him. You see pa wants me to do all ;ho work arv.’pj**i the house. Tits oHi ei day be bought n load e? . kindl ing wood a»d told ma to carry i! into the basement. f T luvo net been educated to kindling wood, and I didn’t do it. When supper time came, and pa found that J had not earned in the kindling wood, he had a hot box, and ho (old me if that wool was not in when he came back from I ha lodge, that he wcyild warm my rjVke‘.,— ffell, I tried to hire somV-ona to carry it in, and got a man to prom ise to come in the morning and take Ida pay iu groceries, and I was going la buy the groceries hero and have them charged to pa. Hut, that wouldn't lg#lp mo out that night. I knew when pa came home ha would search for me. So I slept in the back hall on a cot. Hus l didn’t want pa to have nil his trouble ! for nothing, so 1 borrowed an old tom cH that my chnm'v old maid aunt owm, and put the cat in my bed. I thought if pa came in my room as ter me, and found that by his nn kimti ess t ic.tl had chrnged do a tom cat, he would be sorry. That is the bigest cat you ever see, and the worst lighter in our ward. Ii isn’t afraid of auvtiling, and cm whip a AT w Foundlxml dog quick cr than yon could put sand in a bar rel of sugar. Well,-about eleven o'clock, 1 heard pa tumble over the kindling wood, and I knew by the remark he made, as the wood slid around under him, that there was going to be a cat tight real quick. He come up to ma’s room, and sounded ma as to whether Henry ha 1 retired to his virtuous couch. Pa is awful sarcastic when he trivs to be. 1 could hear him t.al e off his clothes, and hear him say, as he picked up a trunk strap, ‘I guess I will go up to his room and watch the smiles on his face, as he dreams cf angel*. I yearn to press him to njy aching bosom.’ I thought to myself, maybe you won’t hear so much directly. He corno up stairs, and I could hoar him breathing hard. I looked oul around the corner and could see he just had on his shirt and pants ami his suspenders were hanging down and his bal l head shone like a calcium light just before it ex plodes. Pa went into my room, and I could hear him say, ‘Come out here and bring in that kind ling wood* cr I will start a fire on your base burner with this strap,’ And then there was a yowling, such as I never heard before, and pa said, ‘!lelen Blazes 1’ and the furniture in my room began to fall around and brake. O. mv 1 I think pa took the tom cat right by the neck, t u c way he dote me, and that left all the cat’s feet tree to get in their work. By the way, the cat equaled ns though he was being choked, I know pa had him by the neck. I suppose the cat thought pa was a whole flock of New Foundland dogs, and the cat had a record on dogs, and it kick ed nwful. Pa’s shirt was no pro tectum at all in a cat tig' t. and the cut had just waike l all around pa’s etomache, and pa yelled ‘po lio#,’und‘fir*,'m l turn on tha hoee,’ and ho called ma, and ths cat yowled. If pa had had presence of mind enough to have dropped the cat, or rolled it up in tho mit tress, it would have boon all right,, but a man nlways gets rattled in time of danger, and he held on to the cat and Btartod down stairs yell ing inntder, and he met ma coin ing up. 1 guess mu’s nightcap, or something, frightened the cat some more, cause he stabbed ma on the night skirt with the hind foot, and ma said “mercy on ns !" and sho went back, and pa stum bled on a hand sled 1 hat” was on ths staiis, and they all fell down, and tho cat got away and went down in the coal oin and yowled all night. Pa and ma went into t.ii-ir room, and I guess they an noiuted themselves with vaseline and Pond s extract, and I went aud got into my bod, cause il was cold out in the liall, aad the cat had warmed my bed as well as it, had warmed pa. It was all I could do to ga to sleep, with pa and ma talking ail night, and this morn ing I cams down the back stairs, and haven't, been to break f ast,cause 1 don’t want tofO; pa when ho is vexed. Yen lot the man that ear ries in tho kindling wood have six shillings worth of groceries, and charge th#m to pa. 1 have pissed the kindling wood period in a boys life, and Lave arriva lat ths coal perisd. 1 will carry in coal, but I draw the lino at kindling wood. • d ed, you aro a orusl, ba 1 boy,’ said the grocery man, as ho went to tho-book and charged the six. ‘Oh, I don’t know. I think pa is cruel A un.ii who wml 1 take a poor kitty byjt.hu neck, Hint lnts not done any harm, and tries to chastise the poor thing with a trunk strap, ought to be looke 1 nf'er by tho human society. And if it is cruel to take a cat by tho neck, how much more cruel is it to t.ivk# a boy by the neck, that had dyphtherm only a few years ago, and whose throat is tender. Way, I guess I vrdl accept vonr inv tation to take tifsakfast with you,” and the bey cutoff a piece of bologna and help e l himself to the crackers, and while the grocery “man was out shoveling oil tiis snow trim the s’.dowaik, the boy filled his pock ets with raisins and loaf sugar, and then went out to watch tho man carry’ in his kindiing wood. AN OHIO ROM A SC hi. There is a little town near here named North Lima, which has a kind of romantic historical affair Which has furnished the neighbors and villagers f ood for ta;k The hero, if such he cou Id ho called, was a queer old man named Jacob Augustine, lie lately died. He was a strange good hearted little man, who had i ever slept a single night away fr»in home, and the loiigel t j ml'wey lie over made was to tv in i zu this city, a distance of hut a few miles. Ami yet this stranger to the world at large, whose life was almost that of a child, turangb a 1 his years had a romance, the secret of which he carried to the grave. When he was a sturdy young scan he be came betrothed/• a bright, viva cious little Germ m girl, Gattiob Wealandt She smiled upon his suit, but her father broke the match. From this moment Jacob Augustins led the life of a butehe lor. It has been known cf lute that Jacob was accumulating coimdera l)lo wea'tb, although lie made n* exhibition of it, and when ho die 1 a search was made at ones iustilu ted for the meney and his will, which lie had made a year ago. The search through the attic of his house revealed in out-of -the way coiners many and various amounts ®f money, which was large ly iu Mexican and Spanish coins, but no trice of the missing will was found until a trunk was exam iue l, and there, pirmed securely to the sleeve es an old fashioned swallow tailed wedding coat, was the will and a bug containing near ly 55700 in gold. Yesterday all the personal effects loft by the strange old m m wore sold at aiic lion, and almost within ha iring of the auctioneer’s a prisoner in lie. - owr. house, was the once fair maiden (rottlieb Wealandt, now and for the last 7H yeare hope 1 jaslv insane because of the cruel fate that kept her from uniting her h« ait and life wiali her betroth ed. Hue remains the last survivi r of this s:ui romance of half a con tury ago. •Clothes ( loaned end repaired iu the rear,’ is Salem sign. jVol. XIII.—No. 3. KEEP ME (I NT IL MOTHER COMES. If was a Sabbath morn in Feb., 18(11 Tho light of day was just beginning te struggle through .the small attic windows of tho room where I had passed the night, away from tho bedside of my aiak sister; and, as I lay, half asleep, her voice fell upon my eor from the adjoiumg loom, where .lie was. ‘Mother, mother! why do they not let her come up to nee me? I know sbo is down stairs, Do, go and let her conic up; do go, quick! mother, mtmnered tho sick one in tones of distress. I started frein my bed, and, throwing on my clothes, hurried to the bedside of my sister and in a few moinea s succeed# l in oilm ing her delirium. But the next day her supplications for mother wore still more earnest; tears f ill ing fast over her face; sha ba sought mo iu thrilling accents of sorrow to go for mother. The tears earno fast to my eyc3 as I threw my arms arc-unl her, an 1 tail her Ih ul sent foi moth cr, an 1 that she would come soon. My efforts at last soothed her, Ai d that dav, for the first time, the truth flashed across my mind that she was dangerously sick. Ami. overcome by tho suddenness of the shock, I retired to the par lu% to weep and pray God to pre pare her for the last groat change. Tho next day was »no that will never bo forgotten by me. I thought, a. I bout ovor tha form of my sister, and bathed hor btu'ft ing brow, and gazud into thos > beautiful eyes, so soon to close forever from earthly scones, could I but die instead of her, Over come by my sorrow f.jr llio dying oee, 1 bowed my head beside bora and m*qit in tha deepest sorrow. Uu iceustouied to tliig display of sorrow in her presence, bho opened her large Luo uyos and .aid, slowly— “Knop mo until mother come*; can't you keep me until she comes?’ There wo were, not many miles from hottie,ti>ut tho *ingel of death waited not thoir coming, for, at the midnight horn—that solemn hour of right—ail hour so well adapted to increase the awn of a scenu in a chamber of death, I en tcred the room and found her dy ing Sinkiug into a chair I mar i iered, — “Doctor, can’t you koop hor an til mother comes?’ / bent over tho dying one, ns she was trying to speak the names of the dear ones, s .cue who were far, far a.vay—bat I wdl not dwell upon tho sad scene. While prayers were ascending in her behalf calmly she passed away; angels came I trust, and took her wearied spirit in their lov ing arras, and rusted not until they had borne her to that blessed spirit land. “Keep mo until in other cimts!" But a few short ituurs hud flown, when she came; tho sa 1 motbor, to weep over tho open coffin in which lay the shrouded white form of her beuitiful one, now slid in death. Tho sadness of tho scene, as she wept in bitter agony over the dead, not thinking of danger so neir, hut of those that were far away, had she passed sleepless nights; and, instead, death had set his seal upon one of her best not many miles away. 'J ho fatal fever had accomplish ed it.: work so slid lenly that tho color had not left her face, and she laoked as though asleep—a sad, sweet sleep—from which norm ever wake to weep, wo trust THE TRAuI'aND Th a DOG A big loneso»e looking dog sat at the gate of a heuso on Cass av enne yesterday, eyes full of tears and his whole body shaking with cold. A tramp, who had neither ove coat ucr mittens, mid whoso bar. toes peeped through his boots, was making his way up the street in search of the right kind of a side entrance, when ha espied the dog and cro3sed over and said : “Well, now this is as nnexpoct ed plea are! Upon my soul, but I have found one living tiiinj in this town as poorly aa myself. S iv. old fellow, where do you hang out ?’ The dog looked at h : ;a through his tears, but hid nothing to siy. ‘Tough, isn't it?' continued tho man I look oi l and seedy, and you are the homeliest dog I ever saw. That b rikes a fritern I chord and we meet on a level. I haven t had a square meal for a week, and jou haven t seen a bone —Ait-*- AnJtinrfitii </ IMffJ.'i in Thf PEP. ! I,J) tv UnUjVohd I, if renson nt it. t er/insivt cirrnfvtit v tn d rnnarkiihli, low rate*. Hum nr** nifU should r< member tins. BLANKS! BLANKS! ELANkB (am. kinds mcaii.v printkd) FOR SALE AT THE UEIfA LD JO It OFF UR i for the pas ten days. Even again, eh?’ Tiio dog shivered and whined and got up nndrat down find tho tramp drew closer and said; •No home, eh? Neither lmvo I. No one to whistle for you ? Suma here That's even again. I can warm up my shakes with whiskey, while you have to grin r.n 1 bear it. That's whfro Iv'e got tho dead wood on you. I can talk through my nos# md tell fifty different pit iful stories to excito sympathy ;ui I bring out col.l victuals, while yon have nothing Lo say for yourse f and must take belies or go hun gry. That's another fur mo. O.i Ilia whole I'm ahead of yon. and lin glad on it. It's something lo feel that yon are one peg higher than au old yaller, homeless, him - gry cur. .S > long, old follow.’ As the tramp started (o go Hie dog reached .lit and snapped his 1 ig and t • i took ii r.n f >r ir. ‘Bay, (here, hold on ! called «ut the man as ho wheeled around. ‘I said I was ahead, but I'll take it back! You can lunch on my logs, while ril 4 see this country tetotally busted to New Jersay if I don’t die of starvation before I corns down to eating dog! Even, old fellow—just about even on the m c age, and no use of any liar 1 feel ings OVCr It!*— 'Dttrai.t p*i\i Z’no ■ DO NEGROES EXPLODE. ‘News fro n Cub . —Explosion and Death of Jix Negroes.’ Hitherto tho negro has not been considered by chemists to bo au expleuve. Formerly, b«- fore investig itiou ha l set firth his true characteristics, he was held to he nn amorphous form of carbon. Profossor Doremns, l>“*v ever, after n careful .series of expo rimuiWs, disproved th s theory, and conclusi valy showed that tho negro was a complex nitrogenous compound of low specific gravity, very v-1 itive at ordinrry tempera turn and easily soluble in alcohol and water, but offering a high re sistance to detergents. lie hul great affinity for seveial bases notably ’possum and water reel m, and would combine with l hewreal ilr without the aid ofhe.it. Haul so seemed *0 posess a cata ylio power when exposed to lien ''oasts deorganizing these bodies witu such rapidity that tluir compo nent parts coni 1 never agtin be brought, together. In thin, as Pro feasor Dorainus dearly deinons f m ted, the negro wis not aided by actinism, for the catalysis was not rapid in the dark of the «noon k while by daylight tho most easily decomposable roost could ho ex posed to him in perfect safety. • l[ now tho negro is shown to be explosive, i is most imports at to science and to tho general public that he bo thoroughly investigated at ones ; and the following ques tions aro submitted for tho gnid nnes of the experts who rory ua dertako the Important task. 1. Are only Cuban negroes ex p'osivo 1 2. Under what conditions of heat or compression, or both, do they explode ? 3. Is the explosion of negroes detonating in character, like tlm nitro glycerine ; or is it the resi.lt of rapid combustion, a# in the case of gun powder ; or does it partake of both these qualities, like that of pyroxylino ;or is the negro a true fulminate 1 4 Into what gases does the ex plosion of the negro resolvo him, and what is the residum ? 5. Does the explosion of a ne gro necessarily cause his death *—. If so, why ? C. In time of war could explo sive negroes, properly armed wi:h a fuse, be ma le servo as sheels ?—• If so, how many ? 7. What would be the effect of a continued bombardment with ex plosive negroes ? Tho suhjsct was v ist and cornp'i cited, out unless it is grappled with in earnest, the truth may never bo positively ascertained. At the ropewa'k m Hath MV, the spinners wind huge skeins #f manilahemp around them, <a cha thread or two of it upon the hook, and as the spindle whirls walk slowly backward down the length, spinning as they go, an l* !e,.v ng before them a long twists l strand Every twenty minutes they disap pear from sight, and are seen as far ns the eye can reach c >ming into view down the dimly lighted walk, nearly a mile away. Tuirty or more trips a day mate a wand and every wand is a half wile, and every d:\y each spin er walks *if teen miles an 1 spins seven miles of bUaiuL
