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THE WASHINGTON GAZETTE.
VOL. XX.
JLICKNSED—TO DO WHAT!
ILreensed —-to make the strongman weak;
Licensed—to lay the wise man low;;
Licensed—a wife’s fond h art to break;
And make her children’s tears to flow.
Licensed—to do thy neighbor harm;
Licensed to kindle hate and strife;
Licensedr-to nerve the robber’s arm;
Licensed—to whet the murderer’s knife.
Licensed >thy neighbor’s purse to drain,
And rob him of his money fast;
Licensed—to heat his feverish brain,
Till madness crown thy work at last.
Licensed—like spider for a fly,
To spread thy nets for man, thy prey:
To mock his struggles -suck him dry,
Then cast the worthless hulk away.
Licensed —where peace and quiet dwell,
To bring disease and want and woe;
Licensed —to make this world a hell,
And fit man for a hell below,
PLAYING CARDS.
Aa Affecting Narrative.
In the winter of 1870, I had occa
sion to go from Green Bay to Chicago
on the Northwestern Hail say. At
Oshkosh we were joined by a delega
tion of lawyers, on their way iO Mad
ison, the capital to attend the Legis
lature then in session. They were
all men ol more than usual intellect
aud of unexceptionable character.
Two were ex-Judges of the Circuit
Court, and one I had seen chairman
of the Young Mon’s Christian Asso
ciation. The party found seats near
•i igether, and after the Hi at salutation
was over, they began to look about
for means to while away their lime.
After awhile some ofte proposed a
game of cards. No sooner said titan
done. Two seats were turned apart so
aa to face each other, a cushion im
provised *0 serve as a table, Bn 1 three
of the lawyers, including the clmir
mau of the V. M. C. A., and a Chi
cago runner on good terms with them
were soon deep in the mysteries of a
gatno of euchre.
I was surprised to see the Chris&an
gentlemen —judges of the law and
.equity leaders of society, makers *f
public sentiment, lawgivers of agre&t
.State, directors of public morals, ahp
.posed to b i public exemplars of ail
that is good, and guides to the young
—thus setting publicly their seal of
approval to a mostcvil and dangerous
practice. To be sure, they played for
.stakes no higher than the cigars for
the party ; but it seems to me that in
the eyes of all discreet persons this
does not change the act nor lessen the
■danger of its example but rather
heightens it, as from the less to the
greater is the invariable ourse of
crime. 1 did not intend to moralize on
paper; I was about to say that while
I was filled with such thoughts as
these, one of the party grew tired ef
the game, and our remaining judge
was invited to take his place. I saw
the blood mount to his manly face
in an honest blush ot disapproval, and
he hesitated and drew hack. But
the game had become interesting and
his excited companions urged him on.
•‘Come, J udge take a hand; we cau’t
go on without it.”
The Judge rose slowly f.-om his
•eat, inwardly condemning the act, as
I evidently saw, and stepping for
ward, took a seat among the players,
and the game went ou.
I had noticed an old lady in a seat
to the rear of the players, who had
got on board at Menasha, I believe.
Gray and bent with age, sho sat
abashed, and with eyes closed, seem
ing asleep most of the time, until the
train stopped at Oshlt -'sh, and took
onboard the compan of lawyer*,
ftbe then underwent a change, and
became greatly interested in the com
pany. looking from one to other, as
if she recognized them all, or was
trying to recall their faces. When
the game of cards was started, she be
came restless, would hitch about un
easily in her seat, and take up the
bem of her faded apron and nervous
ly bite the threads. Once or twice I
thought she wiped her eyes n nder
her shaker bonnet, but could not tell.
She acted so strangely that I became
more interested in her than in the
players, and I watched her very clo.se*
iy.
She got up'after awhile and totter
ed forward, holding on to the seats as
she passed. She brushed against
judge in passing, but be had be
come interested in the game, and did
not notice her. Reaching the water
tank at last, she drank a cup of wa
tir and took a scat near the door
with her back to the players. But
site did not remain there. Rising
with difficulty, she tottered back to
her former seat, but reaching the
players she paused dire tly in front
of them, and excitedly threw bark
her long bonnet aud looked around
at the compan). Her actions at once
arrested their attention, and pausing
in their play, they all looked up in
quiringly. Gazing directly in the
face of Judge - -she said lit a trem
ulous voice,—
“Do you know me. Judge——?”
“No, mother, I don’t remember you,
said the Judge.pleasantly “where have
we met ?”
“Mv name is Smith,” said she, and I
was with tuy poor boy three days off
and on, in the eourt room in Oshkosh
when he was tried for—for—for rob
bing somebody, and you are the same
man who sent him to prison for ten
rears ; and he died there last June.”
All faces were uow sobered, and
passengers began to gather around
and stand over them to listen and see
what was going od. Sho did not
give the Judge time t answer her
but becoming more excited, she wont
on.
“He was a good boy, ifyou did send
him to jail. He helped us clear the
farm, and when filher was taken
sick and died, ho did all the work, and
was getting along right smart, till he
took to town, and got to-playing card
and drinking; and thou somehow he
didn’t like to work after that, but us
ed to stay out until morning, and tber.
he’d sleep so late; and I couldn’t
wake him when ( knocked, he’d been
out so late the night before. And
then the farm ran down, and then we
lost the team. One ot tho horses got
killed when he’d been to town one
awful cold night. He stayed late,
and I supiKise they got cold standing
out, and got scared and broke loose
and run most home; hut they ran
sgainst the fence, and a stake run in
to ane of them, and when we found
him uext morning ho was dead and
tho other was standing under the
shed. And so after awhile he coaxed
me to sell the farm and buy a house
and lot in the village, and he’d work
at carpenter work. And so I did as
we couldn't do nothing on the farm.
“But be grew worse titan ever, and
after awhile couldn’t get any work
and would do nothing but gamble
and drink all tlie time. I used to do
everything 1 could to gel him to quit
aud be a good industrious boy again,
but he used to set mad after awhile,
and once he struck me; and then in
tho morning I found he had taken
what little money there was left on
the farm and had runoff. After that
I got along as well as I could, clean
in’house for folks, and washin,’ but
I didu’l bear nothing of him for four
or five years; but when he got arrest
ed and was taken up to Oshkosh for
trial, be wrote to me.”
By this time there was not a dry eye
in tho car, and the cards had disap
pcared.The lady herself was weeping
silently and speaking in snatches
But recovering herself she continued.
“But what could I do? Isold the
house and lot to get money to hire a
lawyer; and I bellve he is here some
where (looking around.) Oh, Yes,
there he is, Mr,———(pointing to
Lawyer who had not taken part
in the play.) And this is the man,
I am surv, who argued against him
(pointing to Mr. the district At
torney.) And you Judge ———, sent
him to prison ; for the poer boy that
he reallly did rob the bank. But he
must have befin drunk, tor they had
all been playing cards most all night
and drinking. But oh dear! it seems
to me as though if he hadn’t got to
playing cards he might have been
alive yet. But when I used to tell
him it was wrong and bad to play, lie
used te say, “Why, mother, everybody
plays now. I never bet only for can
dy or cigars, er something like that.
And when we heard that tbc young
folks played carde down at Mr. Cul
ver’s donation party, and that Squire
Ring was going to get a billiard ta
ble for his young folks to play at
home, I couldn’t do anything at all
with him. We used to think it was
awful to do that way when I was
young; but it just seems to me as if
everybody nowadays was going
wrong in something or other. But
may be it isn’t right for me to talk to
you. Judge, in this way; but it just
seems to me as if the sigh* of
them cards would kill me, Judge.
I thought if you only knew how bad
I felt, you wouldn’t play on so; and
WASHINGTON, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 24, 1885.
then to think, right here before*ail
these young folks!
Mav be,Judge, you don’t know how
young folks look up to such as you ;
and then I cau’t help thinking that
may lie if them that ought to know
better than to do so, and them that
are higher learuf, and all that woldn’t
set such examples, my poor Tom
would be alive and caring lor bis
poor old mother. But now there ain’t
any of our family left but me and
nty poor gran’chiid, my dead daugh
ter’s little girl; and we arc g ing to
stop with my brother in Illit >is.”
Tonguo of man "or ahgel never,
preached a more eloquent sermon
than that gray, withered old lady,
trembling with old age ami excite
ment, and fear th >t she was doing
wrong. I cannot recall half she said,
as she. a poor, lone beggered widow,
stood before those noble-looking
men, and pldaded tho cause of the ris
ing generation.
The look they bore as sho poured
forth her serrowfuj tale was indeserib
able. To say that they looked like
crimnais at tho bar would boa faint
description, j can imagine how they
felt. The old lady tottered to her
seat, and taking her grandchild in
her lap, hid her face on her nock. The
little one stroked her gray hair with
one hand, and said, “Don’t cry, gratr
ma; don’t cry gran’ma.” Eyes un
used to weeping were red for many a
mile on that journey. And I can
hardly believe that one who witness
ed that scene ever touched a card
again. It is just to say that when
the passengers came to themselves,
they generously responded to the
Judge, who, hat in hand, silently
pasted through the little audience.
FATAL D BEL IR TEXAS
Ous of tho Principals Disarmed ot Thp
•rot Fir. and Afterward Killed.
Dallas, July 13 —The particulars
•fa fatal duel, fought at sunrise yes
terday lu Kaufman country, near the
village of Kemp, were received hen
to-day, Joseph Holt and
Jan.es Pryor were the principals.
They had been enemies several
months, the trouble growing out of a
business disagreement. They met at
Kemp Saturday evening aud quar
relled. Friends prevented personal
colllson, and afterward one of the.
principals quietly proposed to the
other that they meet next morning in
a lane near tbc village, edeh to occu
py a given point about fifteen paces
apart facing cacti other, then advance
and fire with Colts navy six shooters
until one should fall. This meeting
they arranged without the knowledge
of their friends, who remained in ig
norance of it until allots were heard
yesterday morning. On hurrying to
the scene they found Pryor lying
dead on the ground, wounded in four
places while Holt was uninjured. One
bullet struck Pryor in the side, passed
through his lungs, and made it exit
near the left nipple; another severed
the femoral artery, and striking, the
pelvis bone passed down and out at
the thigh. Examination developed
tho fact that Pryor had not fired a
bullet from his weapon, the first
shot from Holt 1 aving passed through
his pistol hand, forcing him to drop
his weapon. Holt at lost account*
bad not been arrested, but will prob
ably surrender himself. It is said
that Pryor was a violent tempered
matt and that the merits of the dis
pute which brought on the duel wore
favorable to Holt.
Mrs J. E. B. Stuart, widow of the
dashing confederate cavalry general,
is visiting her father, General I’hilip
St. George Cooke, of Detroit. Mrs.
Stuart married six months before the
war broke out, and the father and
son-in-law entered the opposing ar
mies. General Cooke was opposed
to General Stuartoniy once ost the
battlefie'd, and that was at Williams
port. The two men admired and re
spected each other very much. Stuart
achieved a European reputation. Von
Bourkc, who was on his staff, wrote
a scries of articles about him in tho
Edinburg Review. A life of Stuart
written by a confederate officer will
soon be published.
The national museum at Washing
ton has received some relics of the
first iron furnace in America. This
was at Falling Creek, in Chesterfield
county, Virginia, a few miles below
Richmond, but on the opposite side of
the James.
clxvhlandianA.
Sentsnces (lathered From Xlaa Cleve
land’s New Book.
We are liable to have notions until
we get knowledge.
Let us study career a* moans only
to the end—character.
The quality of divination is the
inlectual element of all truistic faith,
No secret of hydraulics could cause
a dewdrop te hang upon a rose leaf in
a cube.
I never knew a good man or a good
woman who was not practi ally an op
timist.
The past is simply humanity. It is
thou and J, a vast congregation of
thoas andT’s.
An acorn in the mlt.d is worth
more than an oak forest at tho cud
of the tongue.
The noble soul would choose rather
not to be than not to he somebody in
particular.
So fine an irony has history, that
which makes the shame of its wives
makes the glory of its kings.
Manners arc made In the market
where they are sold, and their.bpving
and selling are mostly unconscious.
No gift can pass between human
creatures so divine as the gift of re
cognition, for it touches uijun the
creative.
To be dramatic, and a* the same
time accurate. Is a rare combination.
If tho one is gift the other is grace.
One who has faith in the concrelo
is sure to have it in the abstract; and
the effect Is that of optimism in the
world.
We can do no braver or better thing
than to bring our best thoughts to Hie
every day market. They will yield
us usurious interest.
Milton’s sublime audacity of faith
aerates the ponderous craft of his
verse and keeps it frotn sinking into
the abyss of theological pedantry.
Our lives are not laid out in vast,
vague prairies, but in definite domes
tic door yards, within which we are
to exercise develop our facul
ties.
Herein Is tho significance of the sav
ing that history .repeats itself. It
does repeat itself because it repeats its
factors—the men and woman who
compose it.
With the attitude aud utterance of
her spirit confronting mo, I cannot al
low her verse to be poetry. Sim is
tho raconteur, not tho vutet; she is
the scientist, nor the seer.
The dullest mortal spirit must at
times grope restlessly and expooantly
in the outer darkness for something
beyond; aud this something must ex
ist, is a true poem.
The mother makes the man per
haps; but the wife manufactures
him. Sometimes the wife in her man
ufacture confirms the making of the
mother, sometimes counteracts it.
The born poet has no agony in the
deliverance of his song. The utter
ing is to him that soothing halm
whic l the utterance is to the reader.
It is the weeping, not the tear wept,
that gives relief.
The humanity of cadi of us is like
some acolian harp costructed by the
master musician, and laid down ten
derly by him upon , the sea shore,
where winds from every quarter play
continuously.
Each of us can so believe in hu
manity in general as lo contribute to
that pressure which constantly leveri
up the race; oan surround ourselves
with an atmosphere optimistic rather
than the contrary.
Whether men admit it ernot, faitli
in ourselves and faith in our brother
and sister humanity follow from our
faitli in God, and if that taith he al
lowed its full growth will each win
their rightful rank.
Reciprocity, constant and equal,
among all ins crest tires is the plan of
tho only maker of title. lie has re
served to himself the powers to give
without receiving.
You come from one of George Elli
ot’s poems as from a Turkish bath of
latest science and refinement, appre
ciative efbenefit, but so battered,
beaten and disjointed as to need re
pose before you can be conscious of
refreshment.
True self-knowledge is never to be
come at by borrowing'in tho narrow
limit of our own individual thoughts
feeling and experience. We must in
orderto truly sec ourselves, stand,
the great mirror, humanity, and its
all-reflecting focus, behold our own
proper individuality.
I® erroneous notion of the middle
ages.) A tunnel of time 1,000 miles
long, through watch humanity rum
bled blindly in an emigrant train, the
last sky rockets of the Roman empire
flaring up at one end, the first sun
beams of the renaissance shining in
at the other —and no light between
—the no-account period of history.
What’s in a name A rose by an
other name might smell as sweet; but
a lily, if rechristened rose, would nev
er diffuse the rose odor, nor gain, in
addition to its own spotless perfection
the decp-lieurted sorqery of that en
chanting trumpled wonder, which we
thrill in touching as if it, had nerves,
and blood, aud a human heart—a
rose!
(A picture of Arc,) A liltio peasant
maiden,doing lowly service in the cot
tage homo at Homromy ; a mail-clad
maiden leading forth her toddlers
from the gate of Orleans: two faithful
feet on fagots at Rouen; a radiant
face uplifted lo the beckoning skies;
a crucifix, upheld in shivering, flame
kissed hands; a wreath of smoke for
shroud, a wrack of smoko for pall, a
heap of ashes and—a franchised soul.
In this scientific age—the age of
iconoclasm—it is greatly good for us
to confront things rich, rare, out-of
thc commim-things above our pouter
lo comprehend, beyond our power to
destroy. It is well for us who so
blind to tho ro9o color in our dally
lives to be forced to acknowledge its
existence in tho imperishable canvas
of history ; well for us, so intensely
practical as we are, lobe compelled
there, at least, to confront the roman
tic and tho heroic.
TIIEATIIK-UOINCI.
(By Rev. 0. H, SPnrgeon)
Avery serious matter concerns tho
amusements of professing Christians.
I see it publicly stated by men who
call themselves Christians that It
would be advisable for Christiuns to
frequent the theatre, that the charac
ter of tho drama might be raised.
The suggestion is about as sensible as
if we were bidden to pour a bottle of
laveuder into the great sew er to im
prove its aroma. If the church is *o
imitate the world in order to raise its
tone, tilings have strangely altered
since (lie day when our Lord said,
“Como ye out from among them, and
touch not the unclean thing.” Is hea
ven lo descend to the infernal lake to
raise its tone? Such has been the
moral condition of the theatre for
a year that it has he come too bad
for mending, and even if it were
mended it would corrupt again. Pass
by it with averted gaze, 'lie house of
thcßtrange woman is there. It has
not been my lot over to enter a thea
tre during tho performance of a play,
but I have seen enough when I have
come homo from distant journeys, at
night, while riding past tho play
houses, to make mo pray that our
sons and daughters may never go
within the doors. It must be a
strange school for virtuo which at
tracts the harlot aud tho debauchees.
It is no place for a Christian, for it is
best appreciated by the irreligious and
worldly. If our church members fall
into tho habit of frequenting the the
atre, wo shall soon have been going
much further in the direction of vice
and they will lose all relish for (lie
ways of God. Theatre-going if it be
come general among professing
Christians will soon prove the death
•of piety.
A BEHISDEB OF THE CINCI NN ATI
HIOT.
A dispatch ot the 16th from Cin
cinnati, says: Tho execution of
Joseph Palmer, colored, hero this
morning is the last that can take
place in this county under the pres
ent law, which designates tho Ohio
penitentiary as the place for all future
executions. Palmer’s crime was the
murder of William 11. Kirk in hi*
stable on tho afternoon of Dec. 24,
1883. The object ot tho crimo was
robbery. William Berner and Pal
mer, both of whom had sheen em
ployed by Mr. Kirk, planned and exe
cuted tho murder. They were al
most immediately arrested, and both
confessed, each charging the other
with other having struck tho fatal
blow. It was the verdict of man
slaughter in the Berner case “that was
the chief inciting cause of the riot it*
which the court house was burned in
March, 1884. Berner is now in tho
Ohio Ponitentiary serving out his
sentoncc of twenty.
NO. BO
THE SHAVE ENDED IR SILENCE.
The Customer was Wearied by.the
Smoothbored, Cheerful Liar. J
New York Sun : The barbers were
all busy during the hottest of the hot
days last week in an uptown shop
whon a visitor entered. His cheek
bones were high, his mustache was
of the color of wet straw, and his hair
was plastered down on his forehead
in a style that stamped him from afar
on dress parade, and filled
with pride. From highly polished
boots to his brilliant blue tie he was
resplendent and new. He swaggered
into the shop with the air of a con
querer, and the foreman rested tho
lather brush in his victim’s ear while
ho leaned over confidentially and
whispered :
“That’s Charloy; you’ve heard mo
speak of him, hain’t you ?”
“Well,” said tho large man in tho
chair, “if there is anything under
heaven or on earth that you haven’t
spoken of ”
“Yes,” said tho foreman hurriedly,
“but this here boy is the daudy mash
er of the universe and is known all
over New York. Why ”
“You needn’t bo shaving eff my
moustache. ’*
•‘Ah, there Charloy,” catching tho
visitors eye aud smiling with a pleas
ed expression, “how are all the dear
girls?”
“Well, they’re as expensive as us
ual,” answered the visitor with an
affectation of earejpsiness. “Gimme
a light for my sec-gar, please. ’
Four of the barbers left the chairs
at once to get a match, aud four of
the customers sat upright in their
chairs aud looked around with lath
ered and expressive laces at the very
popular German with the blue nock
tie. The expression ou the face of
the large man, whose ear hud been
lathered, was not diudly.
“Charley,” said the boaj, “what’s
become of that millionaire’s daughter
in Brooklyn that was running after
you ?”
“What, C. 8., the milliou&ir’s
daughtei*on Clinton avenue?”
“No.” said the boss, with a very
confidential wink. “I was referring
lo M. N. F., the sugar refiner’s
daughter.”
Oh, I chucked that over long ago,”
said Charley, strutting up and down
witli a face that was adorned by a
look ef ineffable complacency and an
unusally aggressive barber cigar,
while tho large man rose up peillous
uuder tho razor and stared hard at
him.
“How’s the little actress, Charley?”
tho foreman ventured to ask.
“Which, the one at the Bijou ?” ask
ed Charley, turning away from the
mirror, where ho had been gazing
with nnlisguised delight at his pup
py-like mug.
“Oh, no; I moan the one at tho
Casino.”
“Oh, I got a Jlcttcr from her last
night; she’s a stickler from away
back.”
Once more the large man sat up,
and when he lay down again his voice
rose plaintively:
“Charloy, you make me very weary.
The barbers looked around in iur--
prise, and tho visitor ceased curling
his moustache and turned around.
“In factChcrloy,"continued tho man
you aro about the worst spedman of
a smoothbored novel edged and cheer
ful liar that I ever saw.
Then the largo man lay back in hie
chair and the share was finished in
absolute silence.
WAYLAID AND KILLED.
Mr. Boubon Young, of Tiftou was
waylaid by tho Croy boys near
Brooksville, in| Hernando county,
Florida, a few days ago and killed.
The cvidenco in the case, though
circumstantial has brought to light
the tact that Mr. Young was mur
dered by two of his brothers inlaw
with whom he had some little trouble
a short while ago.
The evideneo found is sufficient to
hold Bon and John Croy as the guilty
parties, and they havo been lodged m
jail to await trial and were rofused
bail.—Jesup Sentinel.
A lady writes: “I have used Ayer’s
Sarsaparilla in my family for many
years, and could not keep house with
out it. For the relief of the pains con
sequent upon female weakness and ir
regularities, I consider it without an
equal.”