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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.”