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F. R. FILDES, Editor. VOLUME VIII. PKOFESSIONAL. DR. E. A. JELKS, Practicing Physician, QUITMAN GA. Oppick : Brick building adjoining store ot Messrs. Briggs, Jelks & Cos., Screven street. January 31, 1873. 5-ts JAMES 11.111.' INTER, Sttonßj Counsellor atjafo, QUITMAN, CA. ttST- Okkick, in tue Court March 17, 1871. TT. B. Besxet S. T. Kinusbkukv BENNET & KINGSBEKY, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Qn man, Brooks County, Georgia. February 7, 1873 6 EDWARD K HARDE V, ATTORNEY AT LAW, QUITMAN, GEORGIA, Office, In tbo Court House, second floor May 26, 1872. ly DENTISTRY. Dk d.lTricks, HAVING recently v attended a tlior- t A J ongh Course of Lee- JrvA 1 Jr c . tnrrs and graduated ;~V\- ) '—*'£* ■* rJZi' at the New Orleans ‘(ilipfYTlY ' Dental College, has ',-r returned to Quitman, Vs TVXT.T I’ and (eopened bis of- Jat,' - T SfiJN flee. -<* A * r .. Tbanktul to friends r -'^ and patrons for jiast favors, lie will be pleased to serve them In future. Good work and mod erate charges. March 11, 1873. 11-fim"! D« J. S. N. SNOW, Dj IfCTCST, QUITMAN, GEORGIA. | RESPECTFULLY solicits the patronage of the Citizens Erook* county, nn<l will endeavor, by faithfully executing* all work entrusted to him, to merit their c utidence. Charges moderate, and work guaranteed. : sKsi..Oflice, np stairs, over J. Tillman’s store. March 21, 1873. 45-ly Miscellaneous. " QUITMAN DRUj STORE. McCALL&GROOVER, Dkalkus in Drags, Medicines, 1 Paints, Oils, VARNISHES, Dye, Stuffs, fk -i ... BRUSHES, Perfume* Jj&i rif, Toilet Articles, do. Notify the public that they will keep on band ccmplete and fresh stocks,’and sell the same at a reasonable profit. , This is Exclusively a Drug Store, and the en tire attention of tbe junior member of the fins will be given to tbe business. We the patronage of the public. Quitman, Feb, 2,1873. lyj DR. M. C. WILKINSON. PR. A. 1). SMITH. LARGE DRUB SIGN. WILKINSON & SMITH, KEEP on band a ■ Complete Stock of Fresh a,el Dure /',/>- 7 «rr Jf $4-, MED I.CI NES l-F' And many of the best ■' Ki-u ' - Also, White Lead. Varnishes, Paints and Oils, Boaps, Tobacco, Segars, Toilet Articles, Ac. All of which will be sold on reasonable terms. Prescriptions carefully compounded. Quitman, Ga., Jan. 31, 1873. 5-1 y SAW & GRIST MILL, 3J Miles from Quitman. BOZEMAN & LEWIS. rjIAKE pleasure in notifying the public that I they have still in operation a first-class Saw and Grist Mill, in a fine lumber section of Brooks county, and only 31 mi’es from Quitman, on the Tallokas public road, and are prepared to furnish every kind and quality of Lumber, at short notice, but exclusively for cash. We will grind only on Wednesday and Sat urday of each week, and we guarantee good meal. Tbe following are our prices for Lumber : For General quality of Lumber, cash on de livery, 812-00 per 1000 feet. When payment is'.delayed exceeding 30 days, the bills will be immediately sued without fur ther noticejto parties. For special bills, where all heart is required, the price will be $15.00 per 1000 feet, Cash. These prices will be strictly adhered to. We solicit the patronage of the public, and will endeavor to give satisfaction. February 14, 1873. 7-3 m Dress Goods. THE Ladies are particularly requested to ex amine my stock of beautiful Dress Goods, Notion-, etc., which are offered cheap for cash. 16 tt NATHAN' GAZAN. CllAi'i'lH.l.S Champion’ SUPERPHOSPHATE. A FIRST CLAaS FERTILIZER. Over Four Thousand Tons sold in Georgia, and not a single ton repudiated ; giving universal satis faction, and analyzing, according to State Chem ist, higher than any brand in the market. Try it. For sale by PAINE A HALL, Feb. 7,1872. 6-tl Quitman, Ga. Quitman. D. W. PRICE, MERCHANT TAILOR QUITMAN, GEORGIA, I . i'M I: '! :VI i QiiUui.m. am! I ' I hfili'i a fine lot of Cloths and Cassimer.es , suitable for making Dress and Business suits, lie has also on band a Select stock of READY MADE CLOTHING. /SF'Cntting, Cleaning and Repairing done on short notice. Prices moderate. April 10.1873. 15-ly G-roceries [ PERSON in need of Family Groceries, Bacon, Flour, Coffee, Sugars, Teas, etc. will do well to catl at my store before purchasing else where. NATHAN GAZAN. Quitman. Ga., April 17, 1873. 16 LOOK HERE f Good Calico at 12i Cents. Jacob Baum, DEALER IN Dry Goods, Notions, Hard ware, Crockery, &c„ Quitman Georgia. riIARES pleasure in notifying his friends and JL the public generally that he has received his SPRING AND SUMMER STOCK FOR in*?:*, which will be sold on fair nnd honorable terms. These goods were purchased on very favorable terms, and 1 am confident can and will be sold as cheap as any house in town. My stock embraces almost everything kept in a retail stose in the interior— Dry Goods, Dress Goods , Domestic Goods, lteady Made Clothing, hosiery. Notions, J toots, Ilals , rs-c. tf'C. The Ladies are specially invited to pay me a visit, as 1 have many things that will meet favor in their eyes. £sSf“Ca»h Purchasers are also specially invit ed to give me a call, as I am determined to sell as low as any one. Thankful tor past favors, a continuance of cus tom is solicited. JACOB BAUM. March 21, 1873. ly Domestic G-oods! rill IK best stock of Domestic Goods, Boots, JL Shoes, Hats, Ac., in the town of Quitman, can be found at the store of NATHAN GAZAN. April 17.1873. 1« MEAL AND HOMINY. THE UNDERSIGNED will keeplconstantly at the store of MILTON C. WADE, an extra article of BOLTED MEAL AM) HOMINY, which will be sold very reasonably for Cash. U C. McJJNTOMH. Quit man, April, 21, 1873. 17 ts Boot and Shoe Shop ! e.~reed, A Practical and experienced Boot and Shoe maker, baa opened a shop in the town of Quitman, and is prepared to put up work with neatness and dispatch. Repairing done to the satisfaction ot customers. Charges very moder ate, but cash required on completion ol work. My shop is in the building adjoining the store of Lovett k Bryan. I respectfully solicit and will endeavor to de serve the patronage of the public. May 6, 1873. 3m E. REED. GRAND DISTRIBUTION —OF— CASH GIFTS.! And an Immense Variety of Val uable, Elegant and Useful Ar ticles drawn daily —BY THE— -lITEB STATES TITIMIIIIII J PRIZE FOB EVERY TII'KET! 1 Cash Gift of $25,000 75 Cash Gifts of $750 5 “ « 10,000 100 “ “ 500 10 “ “ 5,000 200 “ “ 250 25 “ “ 2.500 250 “ “ 100 50 “ “ 1,000 500 “ “ 50 Also a large assortment ol Gold and Silver Watches, Elegant Jewelry, Silver Ware, Dress Goods, Furs, Sewing Machines, etc., etc. Tickets to draw any of the above articles. 25 cents each. The tickets are placed in scaled en velopes, well mixed, and drawn without favor. Whatever is named upon it will be delivered to the bolder on payment of One Dollar, and sent by express or mail immediately. There are no blanks. Every ticket fully describes the prize it draws. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. Fair dealing certain— Courier... .The most genuine scheme of the day — Herald. ... A good chance lor every one— Sentinel Universal sat isfaction given— Plain-dealer. Tickets supplied at 5 for sl, 11 for $2, 25 for $3, 50 for $5, 150 for sls. One cash gift in ev ery 150 tickets guaranteed. Send all sums ex ceeding One Dollar in amount by express. Address G. A. BARREL LI AGO., 12 Broadway, New York. HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE’S RIGHTS MAINTAIN, UNAWED BY FEAR AND UNBRIBED BY GAIN. QUITMAN, GA., THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1873. poetical [For tho "Quitman Banner ] LINES. The world goes on in its cycle, Scarcely minding the truth of events, But hastily casting its verdict, Os which it never repents. It casts its bane unrelenting, Over those who its censure meet, And dooms them, without a hearing, To a lifo with misery replete. How many a soul would be purer, If tbe tonguo of scandal would cease, To whisper its vain inuendoes, And let its tittle-tattle decrease. Hearts that now are o’erloadcd, With grief ia its deadliest mould, Would beam in a joy unspeakable, YY'ould tjjeir hidden treasures unfold. Tin n judge not too hastily tbo causes, Os events which control our lives, For it may be it’s done unjustly, And the spirit of rovengo revives. O! try to think well of each other; Though misfortune comes awhile, The flitting, solemn Hope light, Will drive out all the guile. No soul is 100 deep in misery, But what it can he reclaimed, 11 the world in its generosity, Will assist tho heart defamed. Then cease your scandal—O, forego Frowns where you should smile; Gently help the erring one— He’ll not your smile revile. But raised above his morbid self, To scenes of higher cast, He’ll prove to you their efficacy, And be a man at last. Then stay,o 1 world! thy verdict, Till time theeveut doth prove; Dour balm on the troubled waters, And life will be all love. LIONEL. Quitman, April 28th, 1873. A QUEIOR COINCIDENCE. In a railway ear on one of the many roads stretching out from Chicago, re cently, three passengers occupying ad jacent scats got into a quiet conversation, when it was discovered by one of them that the other two were strangers to each other; he accordingly introduced them : “Mr. Tarnish, this is Ca.pt. Might, my friend.” “Captain Might!” exclaimed Tarnish, “that name sounds very familliar. One of the best men I know in the world is Captain Might, and he is my brother-in law.” “That isn’t me good naturedly rejoin ed the Captain. “I am nobody’s broth er-in-law, and nobody is brother-in-law to me. But who is this namesake of mine?” “He is a glorious good fellow, I assure you,” said Tarnish; “I’ll tell you a little story about him—a funny story, and a very remarkable one withal for its sever al coincidences.” “Let us have the story,” exclaimed the Captain and myself; whereupon Tarnish proceeded to relate the following narra tive : -“Well, to begin with,” he said, “Cap tain Hight and myself were entire stran gers to each other up to the time of the breaking out of the war of the rebellion. We fell in with each other when our ar my, then under Gen. Rosencrans, was marching through Tennessee—lie being in command of a company in a Wiscon sin regiment, and I acting as an army correspondent for one of the Chicago daily newspapers. We somehow, took to each other—became acquainted by accident, and were accidentally thrown together at various times, both while in cairip and when on the march, and at the battles of Nashville and Stone Eiver we had an eye on each other, to render as sistance in case of either of us should be mowed down by the enemy’s balls or shells. Fortunately we reached Chatta nooga unharmed, but greatly fatigued and in need of rest. On the third morn ing after our arrival at Chattanooga, I received this answer to a telegram that I had sent to my paper at Chicago, asking permission to come home for a couple of weeks : ‘Yes, come along, and report at editorial room on arrival.’ No old war rior, foot-sore with marching, scarred with wounds, and having a home and loved ones to think of a thousand miles away, was ever more delighted on receiv ing his discharge from the service, than I was, on reading the welcome words of | that little message. I had been ming ling with and following this army from the day it commenced its movement against Fort Donelson up to the taking of Chattanooga, and you may be assured it was a tough and exciting series of campaigns for me—full of hard work, dangers and privations —and I was near ly worn out. Accordingly, I gathered up my trav eling and writing outfit, and prepared to take the train for Nashville and the North, early next morning. Meeting Captain Hight in the evening at his brig ade headquarters, I communicated to him j my good luck. j “You leave in the morning, eh?” he asked s j “Yes, and will put through to chicago as fast as the cars will carry me.’ “Just my luck,” exclaimed the Captain i joyfully; “I too am going North in the j morning train—received a three weeks’ j leave of absence from the General to-day —and I am only too happy to know that I shall have such good company. I will go with you as far as Chicago, and then on wings of steam I’ll fly to a little wo man who wants to see me, not a thous and miles from there.” “That is good,” I said heartily; “H I could have my choice, you are the very man I would have picked up for a trav eling companion for the trip.” Next morning, bright and early, we met at tho depot, and took seats togeth er in one of the ears of the waiting train, and a half an hour afterwards were glid ing down the heavy grades through the valleys and hills and over the bridges of that rough region, bound for Nashville; thence to Louisville; thence to Chicago, where we arrived, dust-covered and com pletely fagged out. At the railroad de pot we hade each other goo-bye. “I shall expect to see you back in the army on my return to ‘Old liosey,’ said the Captain, shaking my hand. ‘Till then take good care of yourself, old boy.” “Os course,’ said I; “give my love to that little woman —au revoir, Monsieur Captain!” I reported at tho editorial rooms, as instructed, and after lingering aimlessly around Chicago for a couple of days, I took my satchel and boarded a north western railway train, hound for a visit ing expedition into Wisconsin—in fact, to visit my sweetheart. Reaching Mil ton Junction, where wo changed cars for Madison, the first man I saw on looking from the window, was Catain Hight. “Hallo, Cap!" I accosted him, on emerging from the ear; “where did you come from, and where ara you going ?” “Got here from Milwaukee an hour ago —am going west on tho train now waiting here." “Good again!” exclaimed I; “we shall be traveling companions again.” We entered the train, and were speed ily transported to Madison, Wisconsin’s beautiful capitol city. Getting out of the train, we bade each other good-bye, he going to a hotel, and Ito call on a friend. Six hours subsequently I took a seat in a train for the villago of Bam boo. A few hours’ ride brought us to that town. ‘Stepping off the train, to my astonishment, there was Captain ■ Hight, standing on the platform, carpet bag in hand. “How on earth did you get here?” I asked, with surprise. “By this train,” he answered. “That’s mighty queer,” I rejoined; “I came on this train also, hut didn't, see you.” “Nor I you," he said; “I rode in the rear car and you in the front one—that explains it.” “Going any further?” I asked. “No;” he replied; “I shall put up at the hotel here for a day or two, and call on some friends residing in |town. And you —where are you going?” ho question ed. “No further,” I said; “a little woman lives here, Cap., that 1 feel some interest •in, and I am going straight to her house.” “Ah,ha!” ho exclaimed; “but isn't it queer that you and I should have come all th : s long distance without finding out our objective points, whieh, it seems, are very much of a sameness. Who is she, Tarnish?” “That will he telling, Cap. I’ll let you know all about it when wo meet again down in Dixie.” We shook hands, he going to a hotel, and I to a certain charming private resi dence a few blocks distant, where no hu man being was more joyfully welcomed by at least one human being than, I Hat ter myself, I was. But no matter about that little episode of a lover’s meeting, which you can better imagine than I can describe. On the evening of the same day, just as the dreamy evening was darkening in to twilight, my sweetheart, hearing the front gate opening, looked out of the window, and raising both hands in sur prise, exclaimed : “Good gracious! if there isn’t sister Sue’s beau come to see her ! and rushing out of the room to communicato tho un expected information to the young lady referred to, who was an older sister, left me alone a few minutes. Feeling curi ous to see what sort of a looking man this beau of my sweetheart’s sister was, I looked out of the window, and who do you suppose I saw there, knocking at the front door? As I am a living man it was nobody more or less than Capit. Hight 1 •As I remarked in the outset of this story, concluded Tarnish, Captain Hight and I are brothers-in-law —our “little women,” whom we married after the war was over, being sisters. As the news papers say, “further comment is unnec essary. — -Chicayo Illustrated Journal. The Meanest Man in Union.— The Union Times has found out the meanest, man in the county, and goes for Jnm in this wise: We have beard of the laziest man in the country, but we think Union can boast of the meanest man. He used to subscribe for the Times, out of his own purse, but about six months ago a friend of his living out West, sent him three dollars to pay us for the paper one year. Instead of having the paper sent from this office directed to the subscriber, he paid his own subscription with his friend’s money, and now, after he has read the paper, he forwards it to his friend, by paying one cent postage for each num- j her, or fifty cents a year; thus making i two dollars and a half out of his friend, and causing us to lose a subscriber. If this is not meanness whittled down to ] the sharpest point, we would like to know what it really is. We don’t like to tell : this trick, for fear others may attempt it, i u u t it is so infernally mean that we can- ! 1 not help telling it, ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. AN INCIDENT OF THE BOSTON FIltE. My friend requested me not to publish his name, as he didn’t care to have his private business affairs given to the world; hut the chief incident of the mat ter has a phrase so pleasant that wo can not suffer it to lapse into obscurity. Frank B , a young man of eight-and-twenty, with a wife and two .children, had, by long and persistent la bor in the manufacture of a patented ar ticle, accumulated property to the amount of fifty thousand dollars, and upward. During the past summer, his health fail to such a degree that he heeded the voice of his physician, and left an occupation which was slowly hut surely wearing him out. Toward the last of August he sold his manufactory, together with all interest in the patent, for sixty thousand dollars. Ten thousand he invested in a suburban residence, which he secured by deed to his wife, and fifty thousand dollars he placed iu bank, to await the opening of some new plan to business. The mouths of September and Octo ber, Frank B gave to recuperation, and on the first day of November, with health restored, he came into Boston to look around for business. A friend tap ped him on the shoulder with “Frank, I know just the place for you. Como with me.” And his old friend took him to a large wholesale house in Franklin street, one of the partners in whieh wished to go to St. Louis, and was anxious to sell out. Mr. S was the partner, and fifty thousand dollars cash would purchase his whole interest in the house. Frank was favorably impressed, and proposed an examination of the stock and ac counts of the firm. The pending Presi dential election delayed matters, and it was not until Wednesday,-November 6th, that the examination was completed. On Thursday and Friday the final arrange ments were made, and on this Friday af ternoon the papers were prepared. The parties to the proposed contract sep arated on Friday evening, on the following day, Saturday, tho 9th, (hey were to meet at,, twelve o’clock at noon, at which time the papers were to be signed, and Frank B— was to pay down his fifty thousand dol lars cash, and step into Mr. S 's place in the firm. And on the same Fri day Frank called on the cashier of tho bank on State street, and informed him that he should want to draw out his fif ty thousand dollars on the following day. Saturday morning came, bright, and beautiful, and Frank proposed to take the cars at ten o’clock for Boston. His residence was ton-miles distant from the ei ty. He was ready to set forth —had put on his overcoat., and taken a parting caution from his wife—when a female neighbor came hurriedly in for help. A domestic calamity had Fallen upon her household—her husband was in delirium. This husband was Frank’s dear friend—- a wayward, impulsive man—his own worst enemy —and now suffering from the re sults of an election debauch. Frank pulled out his watch. “In Heaven’s name,” pleaded the neighbor, “come to poor Arthur! I dare not leave him longer. You can control him.” “What can I do?” grasped Frank, looking first at his watch, and then at his wife. “If I lose Jilin train my business goes to smash.” “Let it bo till Monday,” said his wife. “But on Monday morning Mr. S , after having waited in vain two hours, must leave for Montreal. This is my only chance. Such another will not be mine for a long time, if ever.” The suffering wife of the suffering neighbor covered her face with her hands. There was a fearful depth of mute ap peal in her movement. Mrs. B laid her head upon her husband’s arm, and solemnly said: “Frank, go with Nellie, and help poor Arthur. Do right and leave tho result to God. If harm had come to Arthur which you might have prevented—” “Stop!” cried Frank. “I cannot leave my old school-fellow thus. Let the bus iness go. Come, Nellie.” He found Arthur badly in need of help, and his was the power to render it. He remained with his friend until noon, and then left him in charge of a physician. It was past two o’clock when Frank B reached Boston. The bank was closed, and he found that Mr. S , had gone to Lowell, where it was possi ble that he might dispose of his business to one of their correspondents of the Mer imack Corporation. But Frank might come in on Monday and see how matters stood. Frank B- returned to his home feeling that he had met a great loss; but his wife was cheerful, and ventured the remark that it might be all for the best as it was. And with the dawning of the Sabbath morning, when the messengers from the city brought word of the terrible confla gration which had laid low nearly a thou sand palaces of commerce, and that of all the imposing marts of Franklin street not one was left. Frank lifted up his heart in thankfulness that he had been spared. In saving his brother who had fallen by the wayside, he had unconscious ly saved himself. “Really,” ho said to me, as he told the story, “it is pleasant to fall in with the fancy of my wife; she thinks she can trace the finger ofProvidence in the work. Reading mutter cn every page c£ the Quitman Banner. A BLONDE FOR A BRUNETTE. A Series op Strange Adventures— How Two Englishmen Exchanged Pictures ajid Wives —A Romantic Story. There is a little romance going the rounds about Richard Farquahr Dingle and his wife Phebe; and Robert Moore anil his wife Mary. The account of the strange fortune that happened these couples is so circumstantial that it "must be in the main true. All the parties were English, and were newly married rb above in England before they came to the Mew World to court the goddess for tune. Dick Dingle and his wife, were both blondes, and Bob Moore and his were browns, and both women were beau ties of their respective types, and all were young and adventurous. The two cou ples didn’t come over in the same ship, hut they eamc about the same time, and they did not know each other. Dick Dingle, together with his pretty wife, proceeded to Petroleum Center, Penn., with a capital of §IO,OOO, which was soon sunk in oil wells —all but §IOO. Diek divided tliis sum with Phebe, and started out alone for the Argentine Republic to retrieve bis lost fortune and make anoth er. He struck a good streak of mining luck, and cleared §9,000 in the first two years, which he sent to Phebe, aud which she duly received. This reconciled her to her husband’s absence for the time, but she heard no more from him for some years, and she began to regard him as dead. The fact is he was living a wild sort of life in South America, and had almost forgotten his blonde wife, though ho carried her picture. GOLDEN VISIONS. Bob Moore and his brunette wife also a comfortable capital when they" Ar rived in this country, and lost some of it in unfortunate speculations. Bob left Mary in Rochester, New York, and went to South Amerca full of golden visions. He promised to write to his wife soon, but never did, and was not lucky in the Argentine country. Finally Dick Din gle and Bob Moore met, and both were vagabonds—in a strange country and without money or friends. They joined their fortunes, and told each other the story of their lives. There was a re markable similarity between them. They both had pictures of their wives, and each went in ruptures over the other’s picture, and cared very little for his own. In a mad freak vagabond Diek and vaga bond Bob exchanged the pictures of their wives, and some luck appeared to come to them afterwards. They Were fast friends, and accumulated some money, and began to behave themselves better. It, was seven years since Dick Dingle had written to his wife, and one day in a fit of repentance he wrote her a letter inclos ing §IOOO, and asking her to join him in South America as soon as possible. In the meantime she had removed from Pe troleum Center to Philadelphia, but the letter and the money found her after a long delay. ON THE WRONG TRACK. As Dick had waited the proper time, and heard nothing of his wife, he began to feel uneasy, and one ’day resolved to return to the United States to hunt her up. He started from Panama on the English Steamer George Watts for the United States on Friday, the 7tli day of June last, while his wife sailed from New York for the Argentine Republic the next day, Saturday, June Bth. Diek went to Petroleum Center thence to Philadelphia, but could not find his wife or hear any thing of her. He then went to New York, resolved to take the next packet for South America to join Bob Mooro. But something occurred to prevent the voyage. He got on a little bit of a spree in New York and happened to stumble into a store on Broadway to I >uy some trifling articles. There, behind tnecoun ter, he saw a handsome brunette whose face looked charmingly familiar. lie was not mistaken—it was ’she, the pic ture he carried proved it. The acquaint ance ripened. Mary bad sought aud obtained a divorce from Bob Moore for desertion, and was free, and lovely aud still young. Dick Dingle told the story of bis wife’s disappearance, and the cou ple resolved that she must be dead, so these two got married, and are now liv ing happily in Brooklin FINDING HER PICTURE. Phebe Dingle plowed the deep to join her recreant but repentant husband in the Argentine Republic. She was doom ed to disappointment, but she found Bob Moore, and Bob showed her the picture which he had received from the hands of Dick Dingle himself; but he did not tell her the whole story. In fact, it is un certain what Bob did say to the beautiful woman who had wine so far to find her husband and failed; hut it is quite cer tain that those two got married in a very short time, and now live in good style in Cordova City, Argentine Republic. A real blonde is quite a variety down there, and she makes a sensation when sho rides out on a beautiful palfrey. It is, per haps, just as it has fallen out. These two singular couples are too far apart ever to interfere with each other’s happi ! ness, and are much bet ter satisfied as I they are than as they were. —Boston Globe. The Vesper Bells "that Broxe an Exile’s Heart. —In the cathedral of Limerick there hangs a chime of bells, which wae cast in Itily by an enthusiast in his trade., who fixed his home near the monastery where they were first hung, that he might enjoy their sweet, solemn music. In a political revolution the bells were taken away to a distant land, and the maker himself became a refugee and [s2. l 'o oer Annum NUMBER 21 exile. His wanderings brought him, af. ter many years to Ireland. On a calm and beautiful evening, a-s the vessel which bore him floated on the placid bosom of the Shannon, suddenly this evening chime pealed forth from the cathedral towers. His experienced ear caught the sweet sounds, and he knew that his lost treasures were found. His early homes, his friends, his beloved and native land, all the best associations of his life were in those sounds. He laid himself back in the boat, crossed his arms upon his breast, and listened to the music. The boat reached the wharf, but still he lay there silent and motionless. They spoke to him, but he did not answer. They went to him, hut his spirit had fled. The tide of memories that came vibrating through his heart at that well known chime had snapped its life-strings. a "little, deSf. Old Uncle S. was engaged to wort in B. one winter by Mr. H., who took him to hoard in his own family. Mr. S. ar rived Saturday yveiling, and during the evening Mrs. H, thinking to find where the old gentleman went to church, ask ed him the question: ‘•Mr. S., where do you attend ehurch?” “What did you say?” “Where do you attend church?” “You will have to speak a trifle louder, as I’m a little deaf.” So Mrs. 11. asks him again, in a louder voice, “Where do you attend church?” The old man hesitated, not liking to ask again, but, after a few moments, he said, “When do I change my shirt't” Imagine, if you can, the result. Mrs. H. didn’t find where he attended church, after all, but she was careful to speak very loud when talking with the old man after that. A LITTLE DEAFER. Between Kenosha and Milwaukee an agent of the Travelers’ Insurance Com pany, of Hartford, entered the car, and having issued tickets to several of the passengers, approached an elderly lady, who, it afterward appeared, was deaf. “Madam, would you like to insure a gainst accident?” inquired the agent. ‘ I’m going to Oshkosh to visit darter, who was married up there, and has just got a baby.” The agent raising his voice a little. “Would you like to insure your life against accidents?” “She’s been married two years and a half. It’s a gal.” Agent still louder. “I’m an insurance agent, madam; don’t you want your life insured against acci dent?” “Oh! I didn’t understand you,” said the old lady. “No, her name is Johnston! my name is Evans, and I live five miles from Kenosha." The agent vanished. ATjLHANDS below. A good story is told of a parrot who had always lived on board of a ship, but who bad escaped at one of the Southern ports, and took refuge in a church. Soon afterward the congregation assembled, and the minister began preaching to them in his earnest fashion, saying there was no virtue in them, that every one of them would go to perdition unless they speed ily repented. Just as he spoke the sen tence, up spoke the parrot from his hid ing place: “All hands below!” To say that “all hands” were startled would be but a mild way of putting it. The peculiar voice from an unknown source had more effect on them than the parson’s voice had ever had. He waited a moment, and then, a shade or two pa ler, he repeated the warning. “All handr below !” rang out the par rot from somewhere. The preacher started from his pulpit and looked anxiously around, inquiring if anybody bad spoken. “All bands below!” was the only reply, at which the entire, now panic-stricken, congregation got up, and a moment after they bolted through the doors, the preacher trying his best to be first, and during all the time the mischievous bird kept up his terrible yelling : “All hands below!” There was: one old woman there who was lame, and eoufil not get out so fast as the rest, and in a short time she was left entirely alone. Just as she was about to hobble out, the parrot flew down, and alighted on her shoulder, again yell ed in her ear: “All hands below!” “No, no, Mr. Devil!” shrieked the old woman, “you can’t mean me. I don't belong here. Igo to the other church around the corner!” “THAT’S A MAN.” An Hlinois farmer had a neighbor across the Wabash, Indiana, who was keeping a pauper on contract at his house. In the corn-hoeiiig season, the Illinois |man sometimes borrowed his neighbor’s pauper to help in the corn field. Bill Turner had the pauper work ing for him one day, and as no one in the neighborhood had ever seen a pauper, they were anxious to get a peep at him. Consequently some twenty of them join ed together one day, armed with shot guns and rifles, and proceeded to Turn er’s to see the strange creature. They cautiously got over the fence, and came up to where the men were working. “Bill,” said Silas Brown, their spokes man, “we heard that you’ve got a pauper working for you, aud we’d like to see it.” Bill thereupon pointed out .the object of their curiosity. The visitors walked around the asionished pauper, and si lently surveyed him from everv point of view. At last Silas spoke: “Look here, Bill Turner,” said he, “you can’t fool im’ that’s a man!”