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LIFK AND Dfc'ATH.
Deth life survive the touch of D ath?
Death’s hand alone the secret bold*,
Which as to each one he unfolds,
We press to know with bated breath.
A whisper there, a whisper here.
Confirms that hope to which we clin«;
Uht sti 1 we grasp a* anything.
And somt times hope aud sometimes fear.
Boxpc whisper that the dead we kuew
Hover around tis while we pray.
Anxious to speak. We cannot say;
We only wish it may be true.
I know a Stoij who has thought,
41 As healthy blood flows through his veins,
And joy his present life sustains,
And all this good has come unsought.
44 For more ho cafiuot rightly pray,
Life may extend or life may cease;
He bides the issue, sure of peace,
Sure of the best in God’s own »tfy.
“Perfection waits the race of man ;
If, working out this great design,
God cuts us off, we must resign
To be the refuse of His plan,”
But I, for one, feel no such peace;
I dare to think I have in me
That which had better never be;
If lost before it can increase.
And oh ! the mined piles of mind,
Daily discovered everywhere,
Built but to crumble in desi>air ?
I dare not think him so unkind.
T he rudest workman would not fling
Th • fragments of his work awav,
If ev’ry useless bit of clay
He trod on were a sentient thfhg.
Aud and ies the wisest worker take
Quick human hearts, instead of stone,
And hew and carve them one By one,
Nor heed the pangs with which they break £
Aud more; if but creation’s waste,
Would He have given us sense to yearn
For the perfection none cau earn
• And hope the fuller life to taste ?
I think, if we must cease to be,
It is a cruelty refined,
To make the instincts of our mind
Stretch out toward eternity.
Wherefore I welcome nature's cry,
As earnest of a life again,
Where thought phall never be in vain,
And doubt before the light shall fly.
to <icm illa n \ Ma o a zinc.
“ SURPRISED.”
The evening train was just starting
for its journey out into the solitudes of
oonntry wilds, when a tall, handsome
man of seven or eight and twenty
darted frantically into the depot and
swung himself, after a perilous fashion,
upon the platform of the moving cars !
“Just saveil myself ! ” whh his com
placent remark, and he.sottled himself
on the velvet cushions under the lamp.
“Yes—exactly just!” commented a
gentleman who sat opposite. “ I tell
you what, Hurry Knelter, I shouldn’t
repeat that kind of experiment very
often, if I were you.”
“ Well, you see, I was in a great
hurry. I’ve been getting a little sur
prise for my wife, and somehow I got
behind time."
“A surprise, eh ? ”
“ Yon see,” went on Mr. Kneller,
confidently leaning over toward his
friend, “she’s exceedingly fond of
fried oysters, and up in the countrv we
never get any of that Sort of thing.”
“ So that’s the secret of the pail, eh?’-’
said George Arden, laughing good-hu
moredlv.
Mr. Kneller, on getting home, depos
ited his precious burden carefully in
the corner of the porch and walked in
with a nonchalant air.
“Well, Mattie!” as the blue-eyed
woman came to meet him and put tip a
rosy mouth to be kissed; “supper
ready ? ”
“ Yes—and I’m so glad you come
home early, Harry, for Mrs. Evarts is
sick, and they want me to sit up with
hor to-night.”
“All right!’’ said Harry, good-hu
moredly. “Go, by all means, mv pet.”
And he rubbed his hands, thinking
gleefully of the fine Vld he should
have for his “surptise.”
“ I will be back before seven to-mor
row, Harry,” went on Mary Kneller
a musical clinking among the china tea
cups and saucers, “ and yon shall have
your breakfast in time for the train.”
“Shall I?” thought Harry, nearly
choking h mself with scalding tea, in
his strong sense of the implicit joke.
“ Couldn’t have happened better,” he
pondered, as he toasted his slipper
soles before the fire, while Marv was
washing the china, and hovering about
the apartment “on household thoughts
intent”— or Mr. and Mrs. Harry Knel
ler were young people of limited in
come, and had not yet aspired to the
dignity of “help”—“no; it couldn’t
possibly ha»e happened better ! A fair
field and no favor; and when Mattie
comes baek to-morrow morning she’ll
find breakfast ready, fried oysters and
all, or I’m uncommonly mistaken!
Won’t it be a jolly surprise?”
“Good gracious, Harry! what are
you doing?’ ejaculated Mary, as her
husbaud gave vent to a very audible
chuckle. “W hat pleises you so much ?”
“ Pleases me ? Nothing !” said Harry,
trying to look austere all of a sudden,
and uttering, “I—l was thinking how
lonely I should be without you, dear!”
So Mrs. Harry Kneller tied a little
white Cashmere hood over her brown
ringlets," and enveloped herself in a
prodigious Scotch plaid shawl, and
tripped away under her husband’s arm
to Mrs. Evart’s abode, half a mile be
yond.
“Good-night, darling !” said Harry,
stooping to kiss her rosy cheeks at the
door.
“Good-night, Harry.”
“And I say, Mattie,’’pursued Kneller,
unable to repress a brief flash of exul
tation, “ doa’t be astonished at any
little surprise I may have in store for
you to-morrow morning !”
“ Surprise ? ’
But Harry was off before the dissylla
ble had fairly passed Mary’s lips.
“It will be jolly fun!” thought
Harry.
With the first gray dawn of the chilly
winter morning narry Kneller was up
and stirring with a vivid remembrance
of the laurels he was to reap by that
morning’s work.
“ Where are the oysters?" tendered
he, carefully holding the skirts of his
morning wrappei, so that the fire shonld
not endanger them. “ Oh, I remem
ber ! I left them out on the piazza.
And he made a rush for the piazza.
“ Frozen, by Jupiter ! Just my luck
exactly 1 frozen like a rock. However,
they’re easily thawed ont again, on a hot
fire ; and I’ll put the coffee stewing too.
I don’t know just exactly what the regu
lation rations of coffee are, but if I fill
the pot half full it can’t help being
strong. ”
Mr. Kneller made a liberal appor
tionment of coffee, filled up the pot
with water, and placed it on tee hot
coals with a countenance expressive of
£l)c iWcßuftic RU’ckli) Jmu*mil.
VOLUME IV. NUMBER'32.
great satisfaction ; while close beside it
the pail of frozen oysters was exposed
to the genial influence of caloric.
“They’ll boil like ginger pretty
soon,” thought Harry. “ And now
I’ll stir np a buckwheat or so—l.know
where Mattie keeps tne bag of fit nr.”
“Stir up a buckwheat or so” sounds
remarkably easy, but Mr. Kneller found
it a more difficult task than he had ap
prehended.
“I—don’t—sre where—the hitch—
is,” slowly soliloquized our hero. “It
ought to foam over, with little bubbles
on the top,at least Mattie’s always does.
Perhaps the cold weather makes a dis
ference. Hallos! I’ve forgotten all
about the potatoes ! ”
But not a potato could be found, and
H£try Kneller, with all the originality
of a great mind, 11 back on a pan of
withered yellow turnips, four in num
ber, which he put boiling in a prodigi
ous iron pot, with the cover safely held
down by a couple of flat irons.
“ It will boil all the sooner,” thought
Harry. “ Nothing like an eoonomy of
heat. Now then for the oysters ! ”
The frying pan was liberally
anointed with butter and placed on the
fire, and Harry began operations by
impaling a fat half-frozen oyster on the
prongs of a fork.
“They dredge ’em in flour first,”
thought Harry, reflectively eyeing his
his oyster ; “and where the flour bar
rel is, I’m hanged if I know ! Ah-h 1
there it is under the cellar shelf.”
And Harry plunged his oyster down
into the white powdery depths, bring
ing it np an oblong sphere of snow.
“ That’s the time of day ! Now, my
flue fellow, cook away at your leisure,
while I give your brothers white jack
ets, too ! This is certainly a remark
ably fine flour. How fragrant the cof
fee smells ! Hero’s a little drawback—
frying pan not big enough to hold the
oysters! Never mind; we’ll put them
in first and sec ond series, like a volume
of popular essays !”
Mr. Harry Kneller paused to wipe
the streaming perspiration from his
brow. Half-past six ! Mary would
soon be bomS —the “surprise” must
really be accelerated !
“ I really think the oysters must bo
done on one gide now,” said Harry, oye
ing the frying-pan scientifically and
making a dive at its contents with a
fork. “ Halloo ! why, they’re as hard
as bullets ! What ou earth is the mat
ter ?”
Ho stared with discomfttod eyes at
the round, adamantine balls that he
imagined juicy-hearted oysters !
“ I’m not bewitched, am I?” he pon
dered. “I’ve heard of money chang
ing to dry leaves, but I never heard of
oysters being transformed to stone ! It
can’t be possible that—it is postible,
and I’ve been and gone and done it!
I’ve dredged my oysters in pluster of
Paris that was brough’ for the garden,
instead of the flour ! Here’s a pretty
blunder ! Alt the oysters spoilt!—
twenty-five of ’em at five oents apiece,
aud all through my stupidity !”
And at the same moment the spout of
the britaunia coffee-pot parted company
with its main reservoir, and the cdffee
grounds, wjt or, and melting metal
poured into the fire in confused steam,
ashes, and noise.
While Harry Kneller gnzod at the
chaos with a dim idea that it would be
best to evacuate the kitchen property
before the occurrence of any more dis
asters, the two flat-irons, impelled by
some unforeseen hydraulic pressure,
flew np against the ceiling, coming nois
ily down among china cups and piled
up plates, the pot cover following with
noise like the report of artillery, and
giving Mr. Kneller a smart rap on the
side of the head as it came down, which
stretched him on the floor, still holding
the fossilled oyster out on the end of a
toasting fork.
While Harry lay prone on the kitchen
oil-cloth, considering within, himself
whether he were killed dead, mortally
wounded, or not hurt at all, the door
opened, and Mrs. Kneller rushed in pale,
and breathless.
“He has shot himself—l knowhe has!
He has committed suicide! Oh, Harry,
my own, own husband, speak to me !
Tell mo you are not dead !”
“No—l don’t think I am,” enunciated
Mr. Kneller slowly, as his wife threw
herself on her knees beside him, nearly
strangling him with the fervency of her
embrace. “Only I’ve smashed Hie
china, aud fried the oysters in plaster
of Paris, and melted the nose off the
coffee-pot. But I’m not dead, I think!"
And while Mary assisted him to rise,
in a little hysteric tremor between
laughing and crying, he looked sheep
ishly round on the chaos and ruin that
surrounded the death agonies of his
ambition as a enolt.
“ You see, Mattie,” he said, glancing
dolorously down at his ash-besprinkled
habiliments, “ I wanted to give yon a
little surprise, and—”
“And you have entirely succeeded,
my love,” said his wife, mischievously.
“ You’re a splendid lawyer, dear, I’ve
no doubt; but you’ll never succeed in
life as a cook. ”
“I wish you’d tell me one thing,
Mattie,” be said that evening, as Mrs.
Kneller handed him his second cup of
tea.
“And what is that?”
“ Why didn’t my buckwheat batter
foam over and bubble as yours does ? I
stirred it* until my arm was lame.”
“My dear,” said Mary, laughing, “do
you suppose the buckwheat batter
didn’t know the difference between you
and me?”
“Nonsense!’’
“ Os course it’s nonsense,” said Mary,
demurely, “if you mean your attempt
ing to fry oysters in plaster of Paris !”
And Mr. Kneller did not answer.
—Many yuug people think that an
idle life must be a pleasant one. But
this is a sad mistake, as they would
soon find out if they made a trial of the
life they think to agreeable. One who
is never busy can never enjoy rest; for
rest implies a relie from previous labor;
and if our whole time were spent in
amusing ourselves, we should find it
more wearisome than the hardest day’s
work. Recreation is only val uable as it
unbends us; the idle can know nothing
of it. Many people leave off business
aßd settle down to a life of enjoyment;
but they find that, they are not nearly
so happy as thoy were before, and they
are often glad to return to the occupa
tions to escape the miseries.
THOMSON, GEORGIA, AUGUST *l2, 1874.
Fashion Notes.
Corded jaconet i3 the favorite mate
rial for afternoon dresses.
Veils are almost entirely discarded
during this warm weather.
Embroidered “mule” slippers are, of
course, for dresking-room wear only.
It takes a remarkably pretty foot,
with a very high instep, to wear a shoe
with grace.
The sun hats that the ladies are wear
ing at the seaside, look lipe inverted
chopping-dishes tied on the head by a
bit of bine ribbon.
Very wide scarfs of China crepe, and
of silk gauze, take the place of over
skirts, by being dnped in a similar
manner and tied at the back.
Bustles are being worn again. Os
those the “ pompadour ” is the most in
vogue, although there are many who
are wearing full length hoops.
The hats design and for croquet are
Japanese shape, and entirely covered
with white muslin, finished by a black
velvet bow in the center.
Black grenadine over-dress, embroid
ered in the long black India stitoli and
made heavy with fine ent jet beads, are
among the most stylish of the season.
To acoommodato the high ruffs and
collars, the hair is worn high on the
head. Curls of all sizes from little
frizzes to long tresses, aro arranged to
mingle with the braids and ooils.
It is very common now for ladies to
have boots made of a pieoj of the mate
rial of their dresses. The gay or brown
linens aro ospeoially desirahle for wear
with linon ’costumes.
Jabots are again in favor. The most
elegant of those are of Mechlin lace,
arranged so as to form five or six shells,
with loops of delicate colored crape in
each shell, and a bow at the top.
There appears to bo some change in
the stylo of wearing the hair. The back
braid is not worn so low in the neck,
aud on top of the head a number of
finger puffs are arranged in a most pe
culiar manner.
Even linen collars are made to stand
at the neck, aud are high at the back,
with very small oorners turned down at
the front. For morning wear and trav
eling, figured percale is being quite
generally ohosen.
Striped navy blue cambric takes the
place of the figured and polka dot.
The demand is greater than the supply,
as the manufacturers are preparing their
looms for fall fabrics, and refuse to
make any more of that style.
The most popular night-robe is that
with a saeque front and double yoke
back. The most elegant ones imported
for trousseaux have a squaro pompa
dour yoke of tucks, insertion and lace,
and reach the prite of S7O.
In the glove line the Swedish or Sax
ony kid are the handsomest. Just, now
it is so warm, howev r, that even Eisle
thread gloves aro vetoed, and the old
fashioned silk mits are worn by those
who care more for ease than fashion.
The bolts with chatelaine attachments
are no longer novelties, but our designs
show them the latest and most approved
styles, with the exact methods adopted
for fastening and holding them in posi
tion.
Designs for summer boots and slip
pers show a vast improvement on the
unnatural and highly ornamented de
signs of some previous season. These
are shaped to the foot, are suitablo for
walking, for mountain excursions, and
seaside revels in the sand.
For street wear, kid boots, buttoned
or laced high, and with broad soles, are
the popular styles. Low cut shoes or
ties will be worn in the street later in
the season. Canvas slippers, er toilet
slippers, as they are called, aro made
of yellow canvas and trimmed with
either black or blue braid.
Embroidery Workers.
A writer in Chamber's Journal says :
“ The great, centre of Swiss embroidery
is at St. Gall, and the day on which the
work is brought is a festival ; early in
the morning the young women arrive
from all parts in their Sunday attire.
After attending service in the church
they collect in a large room around a
long table, where each receives a glass
of white wine. They begin to sing one
of their melodies in parts, while the
master goes round the tables, examines
the work and pays for it. If he refuses
any, and declines to take it, the dispute
is decided by a syndic, who sits in the
next room. When examination is over,
the head of the establishment throws a
mass of embroidery patterns on the ta
ble; each girl chooses the kind she
likes best; it is inscribed in her book,
with the price agreed" on, and the day
when it is to be returned. They are
very industrious; and by reasons of
their gr< at frugality, are contented with
very poor remuneration ; and be slight
ly sewing their pioces af work together
can have them washed at half the cost.
In Saxony the wages are so low that it
is wonderful how the women can live
upon them ; in Scotland it is said that
many of the children receive only half
penny a day. A small number in Nan
cy, who can embroider ooats-of-arms
aud crests, earn three shillings a day ;
but from ten to twenty pence is the usu
al wages. It is a kind of work that en
dangers the sight; and-as fashion reigns
supreme, It not unfreqnently happens
that a style is abandoned before the or
ders are completed; when the merchant
profits by the smallest pretext.to refuse
the work from the manufacturers ; and
in this way the loss often falls upon the
poor woman, who can scarcely bny her
bread or clothes.”
Royal Religions.
Queen Victoria is the legal head of
the Episcopal church of England, and
the Presbyterian church of Scotland.
When she is in England her Presbyte
rian 1 sm is practically called “dissent,”
and when she recrosses the Tweed into
Scotland her Episcopalianism becomes
“ dissent” there. She has a morbid
hatred of ritualism. The Prince of
Wales is inclined to ritualistic ceremo
nies, while his eldest sister, the Crown
Princess of German v, is a Lutheran;
his brother-in-law, Lord Lome is a
Presbyterian ; another brother-in law,
the Crown Prince of Prussia, is a Pro
testant Lutheran; a sister-in-law, the
Dncliess of Edinburg, is a Greek Catho
lic; her husband is a L;w Church
Episcopalian ; the other brothers and
sisters are Episcopalians and Presbyte
rian* by turn, their particular creed de-
I pending upon their residence for the
being. The Princess of Wales is
naturally bewildered with the-manifold
religions of her royal rela'ions, and
clings to the-fai»h she wa3 taught in
Denmark.
AFRICAN EXPLORATIONS.
Henry .11. Stanley Sent Out by the New
York Herald and Lnudou Daily Tele
graph to Finish Livingstoue’s VV-ork.
We are in the position this morning
to announce that arrangements have
been concluded between the proprie
tors of the Daily Telegraph aud Mr.
Bennett, proprietor of the New York
Herald, nnSor which an expedition will
at ouco bo dispa'ched to Africa with
the object of investigating aud report
ing upon the haunts of the s ave trad
ers ; of pursuing to fulfillment the
magnificent discoveries of the great ex
plorer, Dr. L’viftgstone, aud of com
pleting, if possible, the remaining
problems of Central African geography.
This expedition has been undertaken
by, And will be under the sole com
maud of Mr. Honry M. Stanley, whose
successful journey “in search of Liv
ingstone,” upon the suggestion and at
the charge of the proprietor of "the
New Y rk Herald, was the means of
suocoring the illustrious traveler, ami
securing to science the fruit of bis
researches, while it enabled our dis
tinguished countryman to prosecute bis
latest investigations. Mr. Stanley will
in a short time leavo England fully
equipped with boats, arms, stores, anil
all the provision neecessary for a thor
ongh and protracted African expedition.
Commissioned by the Daily Telegraph
and the New York Herald in concert,
he will represent tho two nations whose
common interest in the regeneration of
Africa was so well illustrated when tho
lost English explorer was re-discovered
by tho energetic American correspond
ent. Iu that memorable journoy Mr.
Stanley displayed the best qualities of
an African traveler; and with no incon
siderable resources at his disposal to
reinforce bis own complete acquaint
ance with the conditions of African
travel, it may be hoped that, vety im
portant results will accrue from this un
dertaking, to tho advantage of science,
humauity and civilization. —London
Daily Telegraph, duly 4.
Paris on Sunday.
On Sunday Paris puts on its garb of
mediaoval ga.yety and rushes madly to
tho races. An imm* nse throng of vehi
cles make their way up the Champs
Elysees, and from the Arc do Triom
phe seem to cover the long and graceful
alley under the blossoming trees like a
swavun of insects. All classes of.tho pop
ulation join in tho frequent carnival.
Gamblers, duelists, and statesmen, ar
tists mid poets, dukes amj .legitimists,
the whole corps, apparently, of the
Legion of Honor, clerks, shop keepers,
students, mingle in the mad chase of
pleasure, an 1 don the cap of folly. Os
the fairer, but not in this instance al
ways the gentler sex, tho throng is no
less conspicuous. Painted nnd daring
faces dash by, from whose extravagant
modes of dross the fashion of the world
are governed. Close at their side
duchesses and famous women, the
leaders of Parisian society, rich and
languid mothers whose iniants are at
nnrse in tho deadly shambles of the
suburbs, American matrons who are
“educating” t'-eir children in Paris,
English ladies who have forgotten Ihe
proprieties of Victoria’s court. Vir
tue and vice rido on together. The
refinements of the nineteenth century,
the delicacy of cultivated life, the
charms of moral pnrity, are lost in me
dheval folly. It is as if one were trans
ported back to the city of Rabelais or
of Henry 111,, saw Catherine de Me
dici amidst her maids of honor, or the
women of the Frotde and the League
at their maddest exploits. In the Sun
day evenings, lam told, he throngs of
fashion fill the tl.eatres to listen to
plays from which modesty shrinks, at
which virtue trembles. It is easy to
conceive that in such society dissipation
and mad gayety lead to their natural
results, that crimp, remorse, despa'r,
brood over the scenes of fancied pleas
ures. Paris teems with tales of horror
—unnatural mothers, frightful fathers ;
the wretched jhomo, the sudden death,
suspicions almost too dreadful to be
told, fates harder than those of the vic
tims of all common misfortune, are
usual themes. There are rumors of
fair American women who have pur
chased titles at the loss of their for
tunes, happiness, and even their lives ;
of American families who Pave ven
tured within tho circle of Parisian ga.y
ety, aud been undone, It is certain
that Paris is no safe school in which to
oomplete an American education.
How About The Trot ing Turf ?
There has been a marked falling off
this year in the eutries for tho purses
advertised by Cleveland, Buffalo and
Springfield. ‘ The telegrali reports the
number of entries received as follows :
For the nine purses for trotters at
Cleveland, amounting to thirty-three
thousand dollars, sixty-four nomina
tions are made, which, at ten per cent.,
swells the entrance money to $22,400.
leaving SIO,OOO to be provided for out
of the gate money aud pool receipts.
The nine purses advertised by the
Buffalo Park Association, aggregating
$51,000, have called out sevennty-three
entries, which, at ten per cent., makes
the tax on owners and drivers amount
to $36,540, leaving $14,550 to be gath
ered from the gate and other receipts.
Last year the eight purses, amounting
to $67,000, had eighty-five
The money received in entrance fees
was $61,550, leaving $5,950 to be pro
vided for (lie purchasers of admission
tickets. Tbe eight pnrses advertised
by Springfield this year foot up $45,-
000. The entries aro sixty-two, and the
entrance fees $33,350. The difference
between the money paid out by th -
Association, and the monev paid in by
the owners of horses is $11,650. List
year the purses given by Springfield
aggregated $38,000, aud the nominations
oounted one hundred and fifteen. The
entrance fees were $49,400, or SII,OOO
more than the total of the purses. The
loss to tho Hampden Park Association
this year, as compared with the success
of last, is just $22,650. The figures,
we imagine, are sufficiently striking to
impress one at a glance.— Turf, Field
and Farm.
TERMS —Two Dollars, in Advance.
“ Cats”—After Victor Hugo ”
In the burlesque novel which Punch is
now publishing, after the French of
“ Fiotor Nogo” (Victor Hugo), the fol
lowing remarks on cats appear in con
nection with the passage of the hero
through the streets of London at night:
“Antoneroly, muttered to himselt
‘ Hcigho!’ and passed along the de
serted streets.”
“He seemed to be treading on the
silent tombs of the nameless and the
forgotten.
“ He heard the march of cats through
tho darkness.”
“They rushed to an attack with loud
cries, springing up suddenly from every
quarter—areas, roofs, balconies, lamp
posts, gutters, lanes, passages, courts,
alleys, and thoroughfares.
“ They flew up the trees in the
squares, and scurried madly round the
crescents.
“ All their habits were nov turns],
“ The feliuo rule to appear
unexpectedly.
“ How many, tragic sights have been
witnessed by the statues of the metrop
olis !
“ At Antoneroly’s footsteps the eats
fled, filling mews after mews with their
unearthly cries.
“Quiet neighborhood—baek streets.
These words sum up the wholo of the
Feline war.
“ They live in purr-lieus.
“It is a quarrel of localities of fami
ly .Against family; tabby against tor
toise-shell ; pussy cat against pussy-cat.
“All our attempts, our movements in
legislation and iu eduoation, our eitcy
clopat lias, our philosophies, our genius,
our glories, all fall before the Cats.
“ Could its youth bo trained ?
“ The Cat’s-cradle has even been a
puzzle.
“They love blind-alleys. Strange
blindness !
“A colossal scuffle, a jangling of
Tittums, an immeasureable rebellion,
without strategy, without plan, chival
rio nnd savage, appearing like fantastic
black, shadows, tails of the past, the
devastation of g’ass, the destruction of
flower-pots in back yards, tho ruin of
squares, the terror of invalids—such is
the sleepless warfare.
“Antoneroly passed on among the
vanishing shadows.”
The Duty of a Woman to be a Lady.
Wildness is a thing which girls can
not afford. Delicacy is a thing which
oannot be lost and found. No art can
restore to the grape its bloom, Farnil
iarity without love, without confidence,
without regard, is • destructive to nil
that makes woman exalting and enno
bling.
“Tiio world is wide, these tilings are small;
Titey may he nothing, but they are all."
Nothing ? It is the first duty of a wo
man is“te be a lady. Good breeding is
good sense, Bad manners in woman is
immorality. Awkwardness may be in
eradicable. Bashfulness is constitu
tional. Ignorance of etiquette is the
result of oiroumstancaa. All can be
condoned, and do not banish man or
woman Irom the amenities of their
kind. But self-possessed, unshrinking
and aggressive coarseness of demeanor
may be reckoned aB a state prison of
fense, and certainly merits that mild
form of restraint called imprisonment
for life. It is a shame for women to be
lectured on their manners. It is a hit
ter shame that they need it. Women
are the umpires of society. It is they
to whom all mooted points shonld be
referred. To be a lady is more than to
be a prince. A lady is always in her
right inalienably worthy of respect. To
a lady, prince and peasant alike bow.
Do not be restrained. Do not have im
pulses that. need restraint. Do not
wish to dance with the prince unsought,
—feel differently. Be such that you
confer honor. . Carry yourselves "so
loftily that men shall look up to you for
reward, not at you for rebuke. The
natural sentiment of man toward womun
is reverence. He loses a large meaus
of grace when he is obliged to account
her being to be trained info propriety.
A man’s ideal is not wounded when a
woman fails in worldly wisdom ; but if
in grace, iu tact, in sentiment, iu deli
cacy, in kindnes, she should be found
wanting, he receives an inward hurt.—
Gail Hamilton.
“ Help ” in Virginia.
Writing of Virginia mountaineers,
Donn Piatt says : They have the same
sense of social equality that afflicts the
native-born laboring class of the west,
and although poverty lives in the
mountains, making it difficult to exist,
and certainly to exist with comfort, it is
imposible to get house-servants from
among the natives for love or money.
A charming little lady here, Mrs. Mor
gan, sister-in-law to the late and famous
John Morgan, gave us a very amusing
account of her trials in this direction.
Her first experience was with a fall,
angular mountain maid.
One morning she announced "a visitor
to Mr-*. Morgan.
“ Who is he, Malvina?”
“ Lord above knows, I don’t; he’s a
total stranger to me,”
“ Is he a gentleman ? ”
“ Well, he ain’ a niggah.”
“ Did ho not give you his Datno ? ”
“ Not much. But I didn’t ask him.”
“Buthe gave his card?”
“ You mean that bit uv papah with
the printin’ on it ? ”
“Os course; what did you do with
it?
“ Why I just*put it whar I seed the
others, on tho pahlow table.”
“ How vexatious ; and what did you
say to him ? ”
“ I told him to hitch onto the doah
knob till 1 seed you.”
The Crops in the North-west
It is quite manifest that the advices
from different sections of Minnesota,
Wisconsin, northern Illinois, and lowa
indicate that the prospects for the jield
of spring wheat are not so flattering as
they were two weeks ago. In fact, it
seems to be conceded that the yield of
1874 will be far below that of 1873.
Reports from all sections indicate
that th corn crop looks as well as it
did in 1872, nhich was an unusually
prolific year, and corn is really food
for both man and beast, and therefore,
of the very first importance to the
farmer. The weather continues dry,
and if the corn has hereafter a sufii
oionoy of rain, arid the country is not
visited by the early autumnal frost, the
farmers will make on their corn what
they will lo e on their, smaller wheat
crop. The harvest throughout the
north-west generally will at least be ten
days earlier than it was in 1873,
The Scanaal as a Sedative.
Friday evening a woman about thirty
years old was arrested in the western
district for disturßing the peace, and
the event almost distracted her, al
though she had seen the inside of a cell
before. She began howling and weep
ing as soon as she was locked up, and
Bijab, the janitor of the Ninth-avenue
station, felt his heart getting tender.
He offered her a harvest apple, but she
merely stopped long enough to see what
it was, and then went on crying out:
*' I am dying, I know I am !•”
He besought her to live for the sake
of her husband, who is away on the
lakes, but she said she would be cold in
death before morning it not set at liber
ty. He showed her the almanac and
tried to induce her to peruse it and
settle her mind, but she tried to pull
his hair through the bars Rnd raised her
▼oioe until it oould be heard two blocks
away. He began reading the almanac
out loud, but she drowned his voice and
he had t.o give up. Thou he went out
and bought some peppermint drops and
handed to her, saying that it was a
burning shame to arrest a lady like her.
for merely hitting another woman on
the ear with a shovel. She was quiet
for a few minutes and then broke out
again, and the roof of the station seem
ed to be raising up. Bijah offered her a
pound of gum drops, anew bonnet, a
black silk dress, house ad lot and sso‘-
000 in bonds if she would only quit,
bnt she danced up and down and yelled:
“ Lemmie eoutor I shrill di-ah !”
He locked all the doors and sat down
on the front steps to let her exhaust
herself, but, after an hour and ten min
utes, there being no cessation, lie ran in
with an ax on his shoulder and threat
ened to cut her head right off if she
didn’t stop.
“ I won’t ! I won’t ! I won't !” she
shouted, dancing up and down, and
taking a fresh start. Ho drummed on
the coal scuttle with the ax to drown
her voice, but Ihe voice drowned the
scuttle. He put the hose on the pen ;
stock and threatened to drown her, hut
she shut her eyes and pitched irer voice
on anew key.
Tho old man was in despair. The mon
up Btairs couldn’t sleep, and people out
doors thgonht that a panther had been
caged. As tho officer rubbed his bald
head and lot kud around liiß eyo lighted
on aa old pap; r, and his smile extended
from ear to ear. He carried it iu,
turned up tho gas, and shouted :
“ Have you road the Beecher scandal
yet ?”
“Bead what!” she exclaimed, sud
denly ceasing to scream.
“ The Beecher Tilton matter,” he con
tinued—“ this ’ere thing what every
body is talking about ?”
“No—where is it?” she asked, and
he passed in the paper, telling her that
if she would be good he’d hunt up the
rest of the statement in another uaper;
and from that moment until daylight
the woman never uttered a word, except
once when she asked if there weren’t
seven or eight more papers with state
ments in.— Detroit tree Press.
“Josh Billings ” in English.
Time is money, and many people pay
their debts with it.
Ignorance is the wet-nurse of prei u
dice.
Wit without sense i? a razor without
a handle.
Half the discomfort of life is the re
sult of getting tired of ourselves.
Benevolence is the cream on the milk
of human kindness.
People of good sense are those whose
opinions agree with ours.
Face all things; even adversity is po
lite to a man’s face.
Passion always liwers a great man,
bnt sometimes elevates a little one.
Style is everything fer a sinner, and
a little of it will not hurt a saint.
Men now-a-days are divided into slow
Christians and wide-awake sinners.
There are people who expect to es
cape hell beuause of the crowd going
there.
Most people are like eggs—too full of
themselves to hold anything else.
It is little trouble for a graven image
to be patient oven in fly time.
Old age increases us in wisdom—and
in rheumatism.
A mule is a bad pun on a hors*.
Health is a loan at call.
Wheat is a serial. lam glad of it.
Manner is a great deal more attractive
than matter, especially in a monkey.
Adversity to a man is like training to
a pugilist. It reduces him to his fight
ing weight.
Pleasure is like treacle. Too much
of it spoils the taste for everything.
Necessity is the mother of invention,
but patent right is the father.
Did you ever hear a very rich man
sing ?
Beware of the man with half-shut
eyes. He’s not dreaming.
Man was bnilt after all other things
had been made and pronounced good.
If not he would have insisted on giving
his orders as to the rest o* the job.
Mice fatten slow in a church. They
can’t live on roligion, no more than min
isters can.
Fashion cheats the eccentric with the
claptrap of freedom, and makes them
serve in the habiliments of the harle
quin.
There are farmers so full of science
that they won’t set a gate post till they
have had the earth under tho gate post
analyzed.
When lambs get through being lambs
they become sheep. This takes the sen
timent out of them.
—The Chicago Tribune has been ex
amining into food adulterations in that
city. The speoial field selected has
been an analysis of the groceries sold
at the leading grocery stores ir- that
city. Specimens have been bought
from various establishments, in the
usual course of trade, of sugar, coffee,
tea, soap, syrups, cream of tartar, bak
ing powders, etc., and they have been
subjected to analytical te.-ts by a skill
ful chemist. The result shows that
every article tested is adulterated to a
greater or lees degree.
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FACTS AND FANCIES.
—Tomatoes were .first ijped in this
country as an edible in the year 18f9,
but they did not come into., general use
until more than'*tffenty years subse
quent to that date. * ’
—A pair of old V&otfif a bag of salt
and a pound of copperas, if dropped
in’o' a spring at tlfe right time of the
year, will go a good ways toward es
tablishing a fashionable summer resort.
—Ophkosh, Wis., boast' of a woman
104 years old, and, as it is popular to
assign soVne reason for living so long, it
is assented that she “never used ker
osene oil.”
—Simeon Gray, of Port Hope, Dela
ware, shot himself because someone
left a baby oif his door-step. How
much better to have picked-up the in
fant and softly handed it along to the
house around the comer.
—lu some localities of -Illinois the
ehineh-bug has already destroyed half
of the growing corn crop. Entire fields
look as if they had been drenched with
scalding water, and great alarm is felt
among the farming communities.
—ln order to make the lowlands in
Louisiana safe for residents, 1,500
miles of levee, or 50,000,000 cubic
yards of wall will have to be built.
The necessary repairs at crevasses
alone are expected to cost $3,000,000,
of which Uncle Sam is expected to pay
two-thirds.
—A writer in tho Rural New Yorker
says, that cows should be salted every
morning, and in the stable, before foef
deripg, but never after taking water.
This is the practice of tho best stock
keepers of Switzerland, and he thinks •
it quite i referable to salting them once
or twice a week, or to keep it constantly
within their reach.
T —Mustard is considered to be one of
the most wholesome of condiments. It
is always best to prepare it in small
quantities, and send it up quite fresh.
It should be smoothly blended with.--
milk or cream, to which a small portion
of salt may be added, till redijped to
the proper consistence. If required
piquant, vinegar or horse-radish vine
gar may be substituted for the milk.
—At a Presbyterian church, in Sarato
ga, a sermon was recently delivered on
the Christian’s regatta toward the
heavenly goal. He was described as
feathering his oar with precision, turn
ing the stakeboat of life with all the
resolution of faiih, coming down the
desperate course of the homestretch
with vigor, fixing his eye on the heaven- •
ly Referee and taking good care not to
imitate the disciple Judas and break
his scull.
—Eaoh period of life requires espe
cial.gifta and graces. Therefore, inde
pendently of the progress of character,
persons shine particularly in one or an
other period, according to their natural
temperament and endowments. Those
who most charm ns in youth do not
always dispense the steady fragrance of
good deeds ip’ middle life; aDd our
ideal of old age is often best satisfied
by those who have passed unnoticed
through the more active periods of life.
—A distinguished clerical gentleman
of Wisconsin is somewhat noted for
parsimony, and for “dead-heading”
his way on lecture tours, etc. He has
been a great traveler, and at a social
party in Madison in conversation with
the hostess, he said : “ Madam,, do yon
know that I also, like Leander and
Lord Byron, swam across the Helles
pont?” The lady laid: “I have no
doubt but what yon did, rather than
to pay your fare ou a steamboa^”
—There is a Chinese establishment
on camp street, near Julia, Now Orleans,
that manufactures a peppermint oil;
and the following placard can be seen
in its show-window :
“ the Pepperinird Oil
for
Hed ake
Bellie “ *
Toth “
this oil nnny person
ort to have a bottle in his pocket it will
kure eny kine Bickness ware it happen.”
—Canon Kingsley, in his recent work
on “ Health and Education,” says:
“ Did I try to train a young man of
science to be true, devout, and earnest,
accurate, and daring I should say:
Read what you will, but at least read
Carlyle. It is a small matter to me,
and I doubt not to him, whether you
will agree with his special conclusions,
bnt his premises and his method are
irrefragable ; for they stand on fact and
common sense.”
Cnicken down is said to foim a
beautiful doth when woven. For about
a square yard of the material, a pound
and a-half of down is required. Tho
fabrio is said to be almost indestrnct
ible, as, in place of fraying or wearing
out at folds, it only seems to felt tho
tighter. It takes dye readily, and is
thoroughly ‘water-proof. There ap
pears to be a good opportunity here for
somo ingenious person to invent ma
chines to out and treat feathers.
—Some enterprising St. Louisans,
with a number of Southerners, have
negotiated for a tract of territory,
which has been found suitable for the
growth in large quantities of the trop
ical planl, pita , the fibre of which is
claimed to be superior to jute or hemp.
These gentlemen are of tho belief that
very simple machinery will prepare
their plant for market, and that its
manufacture will prove very profitable,
bow that the production of hemp is de
creasing in this country. .
have come ! Your name, sir, is known
and honored from one end of this great
republic to the other. When the Na
tional Treasury was threatened by a
horde of greedy congressmen, you
stood like a wall of adamant between
the people and these infamous salary
grabbers. Lend me a dollar!” “My
dear sir,” the colonel hastened to ex
plain, “yon mistake the ease entirely ;
I was one of the grabbers.” ‘‘You
were?” (Grasping the oolonel’s h*nd
warmly.) “So much the better! Let
me congratulate you that a parsimoni
ous public could not frighten you out of
what was fair remuneration for you in
valuable services. lam glad that your
pecuniary circumstances are so much
better than 1 supposed. Make "it two
dollars !” And the colonel did. It was
the only’olean thing left for him to do.