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IN AN HOUR.
I.
ANTICIPATION.
“ I’ll take the orchard path,” she said,
Speaking lowly, smiling slowly ;
The brook was dried within its fejd,
The hot sub ilaof ad ime of red
Low in the Vest, as forth she sped.
Across the dried broofe-?'onr*e she went.
Singing lowly, srmliug s.owly :
She scarcely saw the sun that spent
Its fiery force iu swift descent—
She never saw the wheat was bent.
The grasses parched, the blossoms dried ;
lowly, smiling slowly :
liar eye# amid the droifght espied
A sutmner i)lea.»ahco fur and wide,
With roses and sweet violets pied.
n.
DISAPPOINTMENT.
But homeward coming all the way,
Sighing lewiy* slowly.
She knew the bent wheat withering lay,
She saw the blossoms dry decay.
She missed the little brooklet’s play.
A breeze had sprung from out the South,
But, sigh-ng lowly, pacing slowly,
She only felt the burning drought;
Her eye# were hot. aud parched her mou th
Yet sweet the wind blew from the South 1
And when the wind brought welcome rain,
Srlll sighing lowly, pacing slowly,
She never saw the lifting grain,
But only—a lone orchard lane.
Where she had waited all in vaiu !
PEARLS AND BLACKBERRIES.
“ No,” said Dr. Darling, slowly, “ no;
I can’t believe the evidence of my own
senses.” And as ho enunciated the
words with impressive distinctness he
looked solemnly at Harry Clifford.
He might have found a worse-looking
individual to fix his regards upon than
this young M. 1)., who had taken hia
first season in bones, mucles and human
anatomy, with the therapeutics belong
ing thereto, in the little office across
the hall, audwas just preparing to hang
up a shingle of his own; for Harry
Clifford was tall and shapely, with red
brown lmir aud a huge auburn mus
tache, and merry eyes that laughed like
springs of water in the sunshine.
Dr. Darling took off liis spectacles,
folded them, and deliberately placed
them in their case, still without taking
his eyes from his neophyte. Harry
Oliffjrd smiled ; but he looked a little
embarrassed, noth withstanding.
“ Bhe would have yon in a minute, if
you were to propose,” pursued Dr. Dar
ling, dropping great red-hot splashes of
sealing-wax over a sheet of blotting
paper, aud stamping them with his
monogram seal in an aimless sort of
way.
•‘Yes; but I tell yon, sir, I lon’t
want to propose,” said Harry, staring
at the intertwined D. J. D.’s as if they
were the most interesting things in the
world.
“ You don’t want a pretty girl for a
wife?”
“ Not that pretty girl in particular,
doctor.”
“ Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" added
the doctor, pronouncing the three mo
mentous words iu a manner that made
them sound very weighty indeed.
“I would not object to the fifty thou
sand dollars in itself, sir ; but, as a mere
appendage to Miss Bradbury—”
“ I believe the boy is crazy,” ejacu
lated Dr. Darling. “ Well, well, as the
Scotch proverb has it, ‘a wilfu’ man
maun hae ids way,’ and I shall inter
fere no farther. By the wav, Harry—”
“ Yes, s r ?”
“ You are going to the city this after
noon ?”
“That is my present intention, sir.”
“ Stop at Depierre’s, will you, and
leave Mrs. Darling’s pearl brooch to be
mended. I ought to have done it a
week ago, but a man can’t think of
everything.”
“Certainly, doctor and Harry Clif
ford deposited the pearl brooch—an
old-fashioned ornament of massive gold,
set with tiny seed-pearls— in hia waist
coat pocket.
“Rather a cateless wav to carry
jewelry, young man,” said Dr. Darling,
elevating his eyebrows.
The morning sun was casting bright,
flickering threads of gold across the
kitchen floor; the morning glories and
Madeira vines, trained across the case
ment, stirred softly in the mild July
air; and.Ursula Percy, Miss Darling’s
orphan niece, was busy “ doing up
blackberries.”
Fr- sh as a rose, with hazel eyes, soft
ened to intense blackness at times by
the shadow of their long lashes, and
smiling scarlet lips, she stood there—
her calico dress concealed by the house
wifely apron of white dimity that was
tied round her waist, and her black
curls tucked remorselessly back of her
ears—looking demurely into the bub
bling depths of the preserving kettle,
like a beautiful parody on one of the
witches in “Macbeth;” while on the
whitely-seoured pine-table beyond a
glittering tin vessel was upheaped with
the beautiful jet-black fruit, each sep
arate berry flashing 1 ike'the eyo of an
oriental belle.
“ Ursula I”
The pretty young girl started, very
nearly dropping her skimmer into the
pres rving kettle.
“How you startled mo, Harry.”
Harry advanced into the kitchen,
with an admiring look at the bright
face flushed with a little blush and a
good deal of stove heat.
“ Yon are always at work, Ursula.”
“ I have got to work, Harry, to earn
my own living,” Ursula Percy answered,
with a slight uplifting of her exquisite
black brows. “I am not an heiress
like Miss Bradbury.”
“Confound Miss Bradbury!” exclaim
ed our hero. “ I hear nothing but Miss
Bradbury the whole time.”
“Bhe'is a very sweet young lady,
Harry,” said Ursula, in mildly reprov
ing accents.
“I dare say; but—what a lot of
blackberries you have here, to be sure,
Ursula.”
“Forty quarts,” said Ursula, demure
ly. “ Aunt Darling always enjoys them
so much in winter.”
Hurry put a honey-sweet globule ts
fruit into his month.
“Blackberries are beautiful fruit,
Ursn'a.”
“Very;” and Miss Percy skimmed
diligently away at the babbling caul
dron.
“ Especially when you are doing them
up,” added the young M. D., with
rather a clumsy effort at compliment.
Ursula did not answoi. Harry walked
up to the range and took both her hands
in hia.
“ Harry, don’t; the berries will burn.”
“Let ’em burn, then ; who cares ?”
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“ But what do you want ?” she asked,
struggling impotently to escape, and
laughing in spite of the grave look she
fain would have assumed.
“To see your eyes, Ursula.”
“She lifted the soft hazel orbs to his
face, then withdrew them with sudden
sh e ness.
“ Do you know what answer I read
from those eyes, dearest ?’’ he whisper
ed, after a moment or two of silence,
broken only by the hissing and simmer
ing of the boiling blackberries.
“Na”
“ I read yes ! ’
“O, Harry, I dsro not.. Uncle and
aunt are so determined you shall marty
Miss Bradbury.”
“Aud I am so determined not to mar
ry her. Is a man to be given away as
if he were a house and lot, or a bundle
of old clothes, I should like to know ?
Ursula.—”
“ Harry, they are burning ; I am sure
of it. I can smell them. O, do let go
of my hands !”
Harry Clifford deftly seized up the
big iron spoon, and stirred the boiling
depths vigorously.
“It’s all your imagination, Ursula.”
“ No, it’s not; and if they aro the
least bit scorched they will bo spoiled
for Aunt Darling.”
“But, Ursula—”
The creaking sound of au opening
door beyond suddenly dissolved the
tete-a-tete. Ursula almost pushed Har
ry Clifford out of the kitchen.
“ You'll he on the piazza to-night
when they have gone to the concert ?”
he persisted, asking through the crack
in the door.
“Yes, yes, anything everything;
only go!”
And Harry went, beginning to realize
that love-making and preserving do not
assimilate.
“ Your pearl brooch, my dear ? O, I
remember now, I gave' it to Harry
more than a week ago to have mended.
I dare say it is done by this time ?”
and Dr. Darling turned expectantly to
our hero.
“ I—l’m very sorry,” began Harry ;
.“ but the brooch disappeared iu the
most unaccountable manner from my
vest pocket. I know I put it there—■”
“Ye=,” dryly interrupted the older
gentleman, “ I remember seeing yon
put it there, and you assured me at the
time that you never lost anything. So
the brooch is gone, eh ?”
“ Yes, sir, it is gone. But Mrs. Darl
ing may rest assured,” Harry added,
with a glance towards that lady, “ that
I will replace it at the earliest oppor
tunity.”
“ O, it is of no consequence at all!”
said Mrs. Darling, with a countenance
that said plainly, it is of the very great
est consequence, “perhaps wo shall
find it somewhere in the house.” But
the days slipped by, one by ono, and
the doom of the pearl brooch remained
involved iu the deepest mystery. Harrv
Cliff, ird bought another and presented
it to Mrs. Darling with a little compli
mentary speech. Mrs. Darling laughed
and pinned it into the folds of the
thread lace barb she wore at her throat.
“But it is so strange what can have
become of the other !” said Mrs. Darl
ing.
It was in the month of September
that the old doctor and Mrs. Darling
mado -up their minds to invite Miss
Bradbury to tea.
“ We will have a pound cake and pre
served blackberries,” said Mrs. Darling,
who always looked at the material sido
of things.
‘And if Harry don’t come to terms
now, he never will,” added her husband,
who didn’t.
“Get out the best china, and the
chased silvor tea service, Ursula,” said
Mrs. Darling.
“ And wear your pink French calico,
child ; it’s the most becoming dress you
have,” said her uncle, with a loving
glance at the bright litt'e brunette.
And Ursula Percy obeyed both their
mandates.
“ Miss Bradbury came—a handsome,
showy lady, with a smooth “society”
manner that made Ursula feel herself
very countrified and oommon indeed.
“ Delicious preserves these !” said
Miss Bradbury.
“Th y are of Ursula’s making,” said
Mrs. Darling. And Harry Clifford
passed his plate for a second supply.
“I remember the day they were
brewed, or baked, or whatever it is yon
call it,” said he, with an arch glance at
Ursnla.
Suddenly old Mr. Darling grew pur
ple in the face, and began to cough vio
lently. Every one started up.
“ He’s swallowed the spoon !” cried
Miss Bradbnrv.
“O ! O ! bo got the apoplexy !”
screamed Mrs. Darling, hysterically.
“ Uncle ! dearest tincie !” piped tip
poor little Ursnla, vaguely catching at
a glass of water,
But Dr. Darling recovered without
any more disastrous symptoms.
“ It isn’t the spoon, and I don’t come
of an apoplectic family,” said be.
“ But, upon my word, this is about the
biggest blackberry I ever came peril
ously near swallowing!” And he jheld
out his wife’s pearl brooch boiled up in
the blackberries.
There was a momentary silence
aroui and the table ; and then it was bro
ken by Mrs. Darling—one of those
blessed old ladies who never see an
inch beyond their noses.
“ My goo 1 ness gracious!” said Mrs.
Darling ; “ how could it ever have come
into the preserved blackberries ? I—
don’t—see —”
“But I do!” said Dr. Darling, look
ing pro vokingly knowing. “Y s, T see
a good many things now that I didn’t
see before.”
And Harry, glancing across the table
at Ursula, was somewhat console,d to
perceive that her cheek was a shade
more scarlet, if that were possible, than
his own.
He followed the doctor into his office
when the evening meal was concluded.
Urania did not know how she ever would
have lived through it were it not for
Mrs. Darling’s delightful obtusenesg,
and Sophy Bradbury’s surface view of
the matter.
“Doctor,” be began valiantly; but
the old gentleman interrupted him.
“ There’s no need of any explanation,
my boy,” said he. “ I know now why
yon didn’t want to marry Miss Brad
THOMSON, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 9, 1874.
bnry. And I don’t say that I blame you
much ; only I came near choking to
death with Ursula’s blackberry jam.”
And Dr. Darling laughed again until,
had his spouse been present, she would
have thought a seiond attack of apo
plexy among the inevitables.
“ Little Ursnla !” he added, “ who
would have thought it ? Well, you shall
have my blessing.”
The pearls were all discolored; and
the gold of the old-fashioned brooch
tarnished with the alchemy of cooking ;
but Ursula keeps that old ornament
yet, more tenderly treasured than all
the modern knick-knacks with which her
yonng husband loads her toilet-table.
And every year, when she preserves her
blackberries, Dr. Darling comes to tea
and makes ponderous witticisms, pre
tending to search in the crystal preserve
dish for a “ boiled brooch !”
But thon jolly old gentlemen will
have their j' kes.
Superficial Criticism.
The Saturday Review has a sharp ar
ticle on a certain superficial type of crit
icism that has become the stock-in-trade
of a class of modern young men—more
especially those who fondly believe
themselves to have a strong aesthetic
sense, and to bo capable of art-judgment
of asort unknown to their fathers. Thus
it says : “The most irritating section of
the intellectual school consists, perhaps,
of those wlio are judges of pictures, aud
taking the technical terms of painting
and music, with neither of which arts
probably they have more than a super
ficial acquaintance, mix them togother
into anew and horrible jargon. Follow
ing the unpleasant fashion set them, it
must be allowed, by some to whom they
may rightly look up, they describe pic
tures as symphonies in green, harmonies
in white, and nottumox in all sorts of
colors. Their delight in this new meth
od of expression leads thorn to carry it
further, it may be hoped, than its orig
inators intended. They will beg you to
admire the tremulous tones of an at
mosphere, the swell of a foreground, or
the diapason of scarlet in a sunset.
They discourse learnedly of asoending
and descending scales of color, of melo
dious passages running through the
middle distance, of the phrasing of a
picture, and of the key iu which it is
set. When they wish to praise a painter,
they say that lie has a fine eye for har
mony. It has not yet, we beliove, come
to pass that those who more particularly
affect musical knowledge speak of a com
poser’s possessing a fine oar for color.
It would be no more ridicnlous, how
ever, to hear of the middle distance aud
morbideza of a quartet than of those
things which we have mentioned above,
and of others like them. The extraor
dinary fluency and extraordinary nnin
telligiblity of these philosophers’ dis
quisitions remind one of the nonsense
rhyme concerning the old man who
‘walked by the Trent, and talked to
himself as ha went; but so loud and so
much, and moreover in Dutch, that no
one could tell what he meant.’ After
listening to them for some time one is
inclined to doubt whether the universal
spread of art, or rather of a superficial
acquaintance with art, is an unmixed
blessing. They are so well contented
with themselves, so thorougly convinced
that the words which they speak are the
words of wisdom, that there seems no
hope of their ever straying from the
paths which they have mado peculiarly
their own. ‘Shop’ of all kinds is apt to
be tiresome even when talked by those
who are well versed in their subject;
when talked by those who are not so
well versed, its weariness assumes gi
gantic proportions. It is an old aud
true saying that a little knowledge is a
dangerous thing. Certainly a little
knowledge in the matter of art is a dan
gerous thing for the friends and ac
quaintances of those who possess it.”
German Musical Invasion of France.
Sutherland Edwards, in his recent
book on “The Germans in France,”
tells the following pleasant anecdote of
the armed propagation of the Wagner
idea : “The morning after my arrival
in Ronen, I was awakened by the sound
of such music as under ordinary circum
stances would never have been heard in
Franco. A selection from ‘Lohengrin’
was being played by the band of an
East Prussian regiment just in front of
the ho’el. Here, then, was conquest
symbolized in music. Nothing but a
successful invasion could havo brought
Richard Wagner to the native city of
Boildieu; beneath whose statue the un
familial sounds were, at that moment,
being produced. The sarcasm, however,
met with very little notice from the in
habitants. Street-boys, whose enriority
and love of novelty are stronger every
where than their patriotism, held the
music-sheets for their enemies; but the
adult passer-by paid no more attention
to the doubtful strains than (lid the or
chestra dog that had dragged the big
drum after him, from somewhere near
Konigsburg, to the eapitol of Nor
mandy, and who now, like a (log that/had
seen the world, lay down on the pave
ment, and calmly slept without once
disturbing the general effect of the
music by the unexpected rinforzando
of a snore. It was freezing hard, and
the brass instruments, pinched by the
cold, were terribly hoarse. What, how
ever, was the frost to East Prussians?—
one of whom, when a shivering French
man complained that the thermometer
marked ten degrees below freezing
point, is said to have replied : ‘Ten de
grees? Why, in East Prussia, at ten
degrees, it thaws.’ ”
The Great Cathedrals of Europe.
Dimensions of the principal European
churches, and the number they can
contain, allowing four persons to every
square yard :
Persons. Square vds.
St. Peter’s 54.000 13,505
Milan Cathedral 37,000 9,025
St. Paul’*, at Romo 32,000 8,000
St. Paul’s, at London 25,g00 6,400
Bt. Preironio, Bologna.. .24,400 C.IOO
Florence Cathedral 24,200 6,070
Antwerp Cathedral 24.000 6,000
St. Sophia, Constan’nople 23,000 5,750
St. John, Lateran 22.000 6,725
Notre Dame, at Paris 21,000 5,250
Pisa Cathedral.... - ....12,000 3,250
St. Stephen’s, Vienna 12,400 3,100
St. Domini ;’s, Bologna. .11.400 2,850
Cathedra* at Vienna 11,000 2,750
St. Mark’s, at Venice 7,000 1,750
—A schoolboy defines flea, “ Flea,
flow, fled—when you put your hand
on it.”
AS TO BOYS.
Their Barbarisms, Superstitious and
Wickedness.
There are persons of suspected intel
ligence who hold to the heathenish
opinion that a boy, considered apart
from his family relations, and regarded
simply as a social phenomenon, is the
most curious outgrowth of the civiliza
tion of which we boast. And they are
queer enough to commence arguing in
favor of that opinion by a reference to
the superstitions of the young idea.
They want to know, for instance,
whence a boy derives tbo settled con
viction that resin on the hands breaks
the force of the schoolmaster’s blows ;
that au eye-winker placed in the center
of the palm is sure to split the peda
gogue's rattan; that the incautious
handling of toads leads to warts, and
that a white beau plauted in the dark of
tire moon under a brick, near some
house water-Bpout, removes them. Far
be it from us to attempt an explanation
of these strange ideas, but it is certain
that they have been entertained through
generation after generation of boys, and
no doubt any urchin that ever sported a
“knuckle dabster,” a “pottery” or a
“crystal,” that over “mumbled the
peg,” or played “ leap-frog,” can ac
count for them to the outire satisfaction
of auy impartial inquirer.
What really is pnzzliug to the adult
mind is whenco the boys originally ob
tained their barbarous methods of
“ counting out ” for “ catcher,” “ fox,”
or any of those pleasant juvenile games
requiring fleetness of foot and a secre
tive disposition. For instance : a lot
of boys will got together to play at
some of their games. He will go
throughia groat rigamarole of words,
applying one word to each as ho desig
nates him by a tap on the breast, and
the last one so honored is “ it,” as they
call tho “catcher,” as thus—
“ Onery, Orey, lokory, Ann,
FilliHin, Follisun, Nioliolaa, John,
Kvv, Quavy.
English Navy,
Stinkilnm, Staukuhim, Buck!”
Now, there are those who would like
to know wliat sense there is in all that,
aud what tho mystery couneoted with
these portentous words. And also in
tliis, another mode of counting out:
“Occa, booca,
Bona, crocka,
Occa, bocca, truce! ”
Or in this, whioh is considerably less
elegant, though possibly more signifi
cant than tho two preceding :
‘‘lnk, pink.
How you do stink! ”
The future belles of the Queen city,
it must be confessed, use the same sav
age methods in making their elec'ion,
of “Who’s it? "etc. Tho girls have
also a good many incomprehensible
chants aud songs of their own. Tho
starting point is, of course, “ring
around the rosy spot,” for it is an utter
impossibility for girls—-that is, small
and real girls—to play anything very
long that does not require a clapping
of hands and their circling about with
some outlandish chant. Their favorite
song is ;
“ Greon gravel,
Oreon gravel.
How green the grass grows;
And ail tho creation
Is ashamed to bo seon.
Dear Annie, dear Annie,
Your true lovo is dead ;
Ho Hont you a letter,
So turn back your head.”
Whereupon the dear Annie in ques
tion reverses her top-knot to the balance
of the circle and continues to go round
in that position until tbo dreadful pd
ings of tlie decease of the true lovo of
“ Dear Lizzie,” “ Dear Louie,” etc., is
conveyed to them respectively, and
they, in turn, reverse themselves in
honor of the departed. When the
whole list of names in the circle is ex
hausted, a»d the bereaved objects of so
much pure affection are in mourning
together, tho game is pi aye I over
again.
If there chance to be any youthful
representatives of tho male sex about
with whom the young ladies aro on
good terms, tbo chant is sometimes
varied thus, the circling performance
never ceasing for an instant:
“Little Minnie Tun,
A sitting in tbo nun,
A weeping and crying for a young man ;
Kise, Minnie; rise, Minnie,
Wipe away your tears;
Look to the’ EaHt and look to tbo West,
And look to the ono that yon love the best.”
And Minnie immediately easts a lan
guishing look upon some yonng shaver
among the boys ; who, in response, as
quickly assumes a melancholy air,
breathes hard a couple of times, and
attempts a simultaneous display of all
liis jewelry.
But this is getting off the main sub
ject—boys. The lives of most of the
great heroes, philosophers and statesmen
that have figured in the world’s history
have been written, the “self-made”
men of the country havo been run
through a Hoe press several thousand
times, and the future of promising
youths throughout the land has been
horoseoped somewhat extensively. But
who shall write up the- youth of our
distinguisfied soldiers and statesmen,
and moneyed men? There are many
gentlemen of celebrity in this vicinity
whose j uvinile experh nces would pan
out handsomely, but we are afraid none
of them would be so frank and outspo
ken on the subject as Col. Richard Hol
land, now of Harrodsburg, Kentucky,
but a Cincinnatian “ born aud raised.”
The colonel admits having been the
wickenest boy in Cincinnati. He was a
Lock street boy, and fond of the canal.
He was also fond of ginger cake, and on
one occasion abstracted the grocery
pass-book from beneath the paternal
roof, and obtained twelve sections of
that substantial and spicy creature com
fort for the benefit of his “crowd,”
who ate it in a neighboring board-yard,
and gave three times three for the au
thor of the feast. An at tempt to alter
the figures in the book failed, however,
and the youthful financier received a
large dose of strap oil, as a curative for
his smartness. Tho colonel was like
wise fond of agnn, aud as his father had
one, which the old gentleman prized very
highly, Richard and his brother took it
out on the hill to shoot" chippies” on
an average three times a week, Richard
taking the weapon apart and ramming
the stock np tho back of his coat, while
his brother carried tho barrel in one of
liis trousers’ legs, so as to get it out
of the house unseen. They managed
TERMS—Two Dollars, in Advance.
the ramrod by tying a string to it and
making a whip of it until they got ont
of sight. They bad “lots of fun” with
the gun until the brother tried to shoot
the ramrod out one day, when it kicked
him over, and knocked both hammers
to a full cock. Richard didn’t see his
brother for over five minutes, and ,then
had to carry him home. There was
no more shooting of ‘ ‘ chippies. ”
The most important transaction of
that period of the oolonel’s existence
was the clandestine carrying away and
pawning of the old gentleman’s watch
—a venerable time-piece which had been
lying unseen iu a bureau-drawer for
over five years. Richard very reason
ably thought the wateb was completely
forgotten by that time, and that he had
made a very judicious disposition of it.
But the very next Sunday, as ill-luck
would havo it, the old gentleman, on
dressing himself to go to a dinner-par
ty, said to his good wife, “ Well, I
guess I’ll wear my watch to-day,” and
truitless search being made for the
chronometer, Richard fled the spot and
played “ hookey” both from school and
home for the next six weeks.
It has been mentioned that the colo
nel was fond of the canal. So he was,
and a jolly lot of trouble it used to get
him into, too. Ho was going home
from “ school” one day with his shoes
in his hand, when it suddenly occurred
to him to make a boat of one of the
podal coverings, and straight into the
look it went. Then the other boys
commenced to “ waft” it to the other
ond of the lock by throwing stones,
etc., at it, and the result was that the
ship went hopolessly down. Richard
trembled at the thought ol going home
with ono shoe. It would be known that
lie played truant, and a good stont
stick .vould await him. Various expe
dients were thought of and suggested
as a moans of getting him out of the
scrape, but they were all failures. The
last one was to induce a shoemaker in
tho neighborhood to make a mate for
the shoe inside of an hour, and for the
handsome remuneration of two oents,
but Riohard was astonished to learn
from the artist that it could not be done
in that brief space of time, aud partic
ularly for that sum of money. The on
ly thing remaining was to hook a shoe
belonging to a mill-hand, whioh was
about five times as large as the other.
Tin disparity in size was discovered the
very first thing on his ontering the
house; the mill-hand came, making a
terrible fuss about the larceny of his
shoe. Riobard was in disgrace again,
and had to flee onoe more to tho moun
tains. And “ sieh,” as Sairy Gamp
would say, “sichis boys.”— Cincinnati
Commercial.
Superannuated Dawdlers.
A Saratoga correspondent writes :
“ The old beaux at Saratoga are very
numerous at present. They come here
and dangle parasols and fans in return
for invitations to parties and Germans
during tho winter. This is easier than
calling now and then, which gets to be
a terrible bore with the old beaux, who
like their cigar and newspaper and home
comforts of an evening, and are not to
be coaxed out unless there is a swell
affair with a wine supper to repay them.
So here they are dangling fans and
doing penance, and next winter they
will be invited again, because they were
‘so attentive at Saratoga.’ The old
baaux are growing a bit heavy in figure,
and show a few crow’s feet, but on the
whole got themselves up well, and, as
they are acknowledged ‘ society men,’
the young ladies are satisfied to have
them at their heels.
“ The old girls who are hawked about
from ono watering-place to another are
also well represented this season. These
‘ young ’ ladies aro expert in casting
die-a-wny glances, hanging their hands
fin-fashion, and in all the gushing tricks
of maiden-hood. They aro striving to
make the most of themselves with a
deadly effort, and are really very stylish
in their fine toilets, with esealloped
foreheads, hair parted on one side, and
bonnets pinned on captivatingly. This
old stock have been waiting in the
market for rich husbands, and could
now be bought cheap.”
Fast Horses.
Tho following table, showing tho
time made by the celebrated flyers of
the country, is interesting :
Chicago 2:24?*
Draco Prince 2:24?*
Lady Blanchard.. .2:24?,
Sleepy John 2:24 y.
Clara G 2:2*
Susie 2:25
Com. Vanderbilt....2:2s
Byron 2:25
Joe 2:253*
Crown Prince 2:25?*
Fannie Allen 2:25?*
C. E. Leow 2:25?*
Ethan Allen 2:25?*
Nonesuch 2:25?*
Thomas Jefferßon..2:2s?*
J. J. Bradley 2:25?*
Col. Russell 2:25?*
Derby 2:25?*
Harry Harley 2:25?*
Ben Cummings 2:26
Surprise 2:26
Matt Smith 2:26
Sea Foam 2:26
(Bay Whalebone....2:26?*
Grand Duchess 2:36?*
Lydia Thompson. .2:26?*
Charley Green 2:26?*
Ben Flagler 2:26?*
Morrissey 2:26?*
Queen of the Wef>t..2:26?*
Honest Dutchman.2:26?*
H. W. Genet 2:26?*
Royal John 2:26?*
Grace Betran 2:26?*
Lucille 2:26 ?*
Pocahontas 2:26?*
Seal Skin 2:26?*
Goldsmith Maid 2:14?*
Lulu 2:l# 3 i
Americau Girl 2:17^
Dexter 2;. 7?*
Lady Thorn 2:18?*
Lucy 2:18?*
Judge Fullerton —2:19
Flora Temple 2:19 1 *
George Palmer 2:19?*
Red Cloud 2:20
Henry 2:2)34
Camore 2vd)y,
Mountain Boy 2:20?*
Gazelle 2:21
Jay Gould 2:21?*
George Wilkes 2:22
St. James 2:22
Sleepy George 2:22
Lady Maud 2:223*
Boline 2:223*
Rosaflind 2:22?*
Huntress 2:22>*
Jennie 2:‘22y
Flora Belle 2:22?* |
Kilburn Jim... 2:23
Joe Brown 2:23
Wm. H. Allen 2:23?*
Hotspur .2:233*
Sensation 2:23?*
Jim Irving 2:23?*
Billy Bar 2:23?*
Mohawk, jr 2:24
Major Allen 2:243*
Beppo 2:24?*
Myron Perry 2:24j*
Toronto Chief 2:24?*
Pilot Temple 2:24?*
More Facts About Chinch Bugs.
An extensive stock dealer informs the
St. Louis Rural World that in his re
cent travels he has seen much of the
ravages of the chinch bug, and that the
following is the best way to destroy
them : When they first appear, as they
usually do, on the side of the corn field,
and before they have entered it, cut five
or six rows of the corn and clear the
ground ; then plow a strip of land eight
or ten feet wide, leaving a deep dead
furrow, and the trap is oompleto. When
the bugs approach the field, they will
pass in under the com placed across
the dead furrow, and preferring the
shade and moisture, remain there until
the stalks become perfectly dry, when
they can be put through a process of
cremation that will prove effectual in
destroying them. Should they first ap
pear in the middle of a field of corn (as
it not (infrequently happens they do),
they can lie surrounded on the forego •
ing plan and destroyed in the same way.
RATTLESNAKES.
One of Judge Guild’s Marvelous Snake
Stories.
I must give you a snake story, which
is a part of the history of the country,
and has since been handed down from
sire to sire. I had my deadfall to catch
squirrels, which was a log, eight feet
long, set on end by triggers, to which
was added an ear of corn to decoy the
squirrel, and while moving the corn at
the end of the trigger the log would be
thrown, which to him was equal to the
French guillotine used iu those days
when Francs got drunk with blood and
vomited crime. Barefooted, with my
only wardrobe my top a, which was a
long shirt tied with a toe string, having
two slits in the tail, to distinguish me
from the girls, I one morning started
forth in a long trot, going around the
fields to examine ray deadfalls. When
I got to the far corner I found one of
my deadfalls down, and the tail of a
squirrel protruding. I knew I had him;
my entire attention being drawn to the
squirrel, I straddled the log to raise it
up when my naked f tot rested on the
broad back of the largest rattlesnake
ever seen in Stuart county. He was as
strong as a yonug mule, and as big
around as a large yellow dog. He rap
idly threw himself into a coil, and his
battlo ory was heard; I knew that this
meant business. In trying to extricate
myself I became entaugled in his coils.
He then had elevated mo three feet
above the ground, resting upon his
broad folds. One of my feet was hung
in his coils, and it was with the great
est difficulty that I extricated myself.
In disengaging myself I fell head fore
most upon the ground. There was no
time for swapping herses, or getting up
on my feet, so I rolled over and over,
until I got fifty feet from the scene of
strife. Every time I struck the ground
I thought I received a bite. Theu I got
up and ran to the centre of the field,
and “hollered” all kinds of murder,
which alarmed my father and mother,
who came running with a hoe and axe,
thinking the Indians, who were trouble
some in this section, had either wounded
or scalped me. As they came up I still
involuntarily “ hollered ” murder. They
partook of the excitement and asked me
what was the matter. I could give but
a very indistinct account of the situa
tion, in whioh I Bpoke of a snake. Then
they were satisfied that I had been bit
ten by a snake, and raised up my toga,
looking for the bite, and asked me where
I was bitten. I told them that I was
bitten all over. They could find no
marks, and wanted me to go and show
them the snake. I told them no, I could
not go in that direction, but told them
if they wanted to see the biggest snake
they ever saw to go up to the corner of
the field.
I remained trembling and convulsed.
They proceeded to the point indicated
and found the monster snake still lying
by the dead squirrel. He was of such
extraordinary proportions that it was
not prudent to attack him alone. Billy
Rushing and other neighbors were
called in to assist in the killing. Five
or more came ; a long sapling having
forks was out down and placed upon
the back of the snake’s neck and held
there by four men, when my father step
ped up with the axe and out off his head
or guillotined him. He was as long as
a fence rail and had twenty-two rattles,
being that many years old. When he
was thus beheaded, the dogs were set
upon him, and bravely he kept up the
fight. He would throw himself into a
coil, and with the stump of his neck
strike the dogs, knocking them eight or
ten feet. When the dogs came out of
the fight they were as bloody as butch
ers. He was such an extraordinary
snake that the neighbors concluded to
carry him home, but were unable to
drag him. The oxen and cart were sent
for, and with the aid of haudspikes he
was rolled into the cart. His skin was
taken off and stuffed with bran, with
the head attached, and it was hung up
by the walls of the house as a trophy,
such as the scalps that hang from the
girdle of the Indian warrior.
This was an awful country for snakes,
sure. The snakes were so numerous
that in the fall the neighbors drove their
hogs to the oliffs to eat and fatten on
them. The meat of the rattlesnake is
fat and nutritious, and they will fatten
hogs, if they eat enough of them, equal
to corn. Tne mast and snakes in those
days wero a great saving of the cereals.
Liverpool Cotton Market.
The “Exchange Flags,” at Liverpool,
is the name for a paved space between
the Town-hall and the Exchange, sur
rounded on three sides by the arcades
of the last-mentioned building.
As the grand depot of American, In
dian, Egyptian, and every other ootton
for the world’s market, Liverpool com
mands a share of whatever is got by
spinning aed weaving the fleecy fibre in
most of the factories in Europe. One
consequence of this commercial position
is the presenoe, among those assembled
on certain days at the Exchange, of gen
tlemen of divers nations—Englishmen
and Scotchmen, Frenchmen, Dutchmen,
Swiss, Germ imp, Italians, and Greet ■,
with not. a few Americans from Nov
Yoak or New Orleans, each keeping a
keen eve to the requirements of his ow n
particular mercantile connection. Tne
brokers, who are ready to buy or sell
for any body on commission, show the
greatest activity in quest of employment.
Bargains to the amount of thousands of
pounds sterling are concluded in three
minutes, talk, for every man is presumed
to know his own n ind, or that of his
principal, without need of further delib
eration. No written agreement passes
between the parties, but each of them
may, if he pleaseß, jot down the amount
of their transaction, five hundred bales
of Wallamulla at tenpence-half-penny,
or whatever it be, in his little pocket
book, to be entered in the diary at his
counting-house after luncheon. It rarely
happens that there is any dispute after
ward, though neither party has a wit
ness to call. A sense of honor which is
derived wholly from social considera
tions of their common interest will pre
vent even an individual rogue from
brtaking his word on the Exchange
Flags. They are unanimous at least in
this —that they cotton to oach other.
—“llavn’t Ia light lo be saucy if I
please ?” asked a young lady of an old
bachelor. “ Yep, if you please, but
not if yon displease,” was the answer.
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FACTS AND FANCIES.
—These lines are by a realistic Sagi
naw (Michigan) poet :
“ Won’st the red lujun here took their de
lights,
Fieh’t, fit and bled.
Now most of the inhabitants is whites,
With nary rsd."
—lt takes practice to make perfect.
Mr. Long, of Tuscumbia, Alabama,
bad to pratiefi eight years before he
could throw a bible across the house
and knock a young Long down.
—lt is true that there is nothing like
advertising, but a public effieer, with
notliing but his salary of 82,000 a year
to live on, should be eareful not to give
bis wife more than $5,000 worth of dia
monds at a time.
—ln Paris, Datnral flowers are much
worn at one side of the waist, and are
arranged in this wise : A small bou
qnet is placed in a tiny glass holder
containing a few drops of water, which
is then concealed in the folds of the
sash.
—An lowa piper reports the follow
ing as the form of marriage in a town
in thait state : “ Join yonr right hands.
Do you want one another?” (They
both answer, “Yes.”) “Well, then,
have *ne another. You’re man and
wife.”
—Thirty thousand portraits of the
Prince Imperial, made by anew pro
cess, have been seized in Paris. They
wore printed on cards which seemed to
be blank; but if the cards were wet
with water a photograph of the Prince
become apparent in a few seconds.
—A Vermont man has the following
posted in his field : “If any mans or
womans cows or oxen gets into these
here oats, his or her tail will be cut off,
as the ease may be. I am a Christian
man and pay me taxes ; but blast a man
who lets his critters run loose, says L”
—A lady who had been teaching her
little four-year-old the elements of
arithmetic was astounded at his running
in and propounding the following prob
lem : “Mamma, if you had three but
terflies and eaoh butterfly had a bug in
its ear, how many butterflies would you
have ?”
—Remember that appearances are
often deceiving. Many a pale, thin
young lady will eat more corned beef
than a carpenter. Because you find
her playing the piano in the parlor it is
no sign that her mother is not at the
comer grocery running in debt for a
peek of potatoes.
—The New York Mail denounces as a
double-distilled fool, a young French
man who, seeing the dead body of a
very beautiful woman displayed at the
Morgue, went and killed himself, first
writing a letter, stating that he had
committed the act in order to have his
cadaver put on the next slab to hers.
—A well known brother of the press
remarks, in a reoent issue : “It is not
our fault that we are red-headed
and small, and the next time one of
those overgrown rural roosters in a ball
room reaches down for our head, and
suggests that someone has lost a rose
bud out of his button hole, there will
be trouble.”
—-A Walker street (Atlanta, Ga.)
man has a goat for sale. While he w„s
at dinner recently, the goat chewed up
his new panama hat, a box of cigars,
and his wife’s new bonnet, and several
fruit cans that were out airing, pre
paratory for duty. The goat is an ex
pensive luxury, arid will be sold cheap
on long credit.
—To despond is to be ungrateful be
foreband. Be not looking for evil.
Often thou drainest the gall of fear
while evil is passing by thy dwelling.
Verily evils may be courted, may be
wooed, and may be won by distrust; for
the soil is ready for the seed, and sus
picion hath coldlyput aside the helping
hand.— Tapper.
—Grave city pastor to his fond wife—
“My dear, Mrs. Wilson must bo ex
periencing a change of heart. She
looked so serious during my last ser
mon.” Fond wife—“ Sho, you goose,
why couldn’t you see that her new Sun
day hat has one artificial flower less
than Mrs. Brown’s, who sits in the next
pew?” The pastor oollapses and takes
refuge in an arm-ohair.
—At his late fancy-dress ball the
sumptuous Wales “was dressed in a
light maroon velvet doublet and cloak
of satin, embroidered in gold, trunk
hoso, large buff boots and a black felt
hat, with a white feather. He wore al
so a wig of fair hair, which prevented
his easy recognition, and had his Star
of the Garter on his breast, and the
badge banging from a blue ribbon
round his neck.”
—A commission appointed by the
French minister of public works, hav
ing reported favorably upon .the great
soheme for connecting England and
France by a sub-marine tunnel, French
coal owners to the north of France are
beginning to discuss the probable effect
of the work upon their trade, and are
afraid that the tnnnel would greatly in
crease the deliveries of English coal up
on the northern French markets.
—A hater of tobacco asked an old ne
gro woman, the fumes of whose pipe
were annoying to him, if she thought
she was a Christian. “ Yes, brudder,
I spect I is.” “Do you believe in the
Bible?” “Yes, brudder.” “Do you
know that there is a passage in the
Scriptures that declares that nothing
unclean shall inherit the kingdom of
Heaven?” “Yes, I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, Ohloe, you smoke, and you
cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven,
because there is nothing so unclean as
the breath of a smoker. What do you
say to that ?” “ Why, I spects I leave
my breff behind when I go dar.”
—Edward V, Valentine, the Ricl>-
mond sculptor, has returned from Ver
mont with a block of pure white mar
ble, from which he will fashion a re
cumbent figure of Gen. Robert E. Lee,
to be placed on his tomb at Lexington.
The figure represents Gen. Lee repos
ing in an easy position upon a couch,
his head and shoulders slightly raised
above the. body, and his left arm out
stretched by the side of his sword, and
his right arm laid across his breast.
He wears full confederate uniform, Im*
eluding boots and gauntlets, and light
drapery covers nearly the whole form.
The appearance is natural and graceful,
indicative of peaceful slumber rath at
than death.