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ON ami after SUNDAY the 20th June, th* Pa*.seng‘r trains u the Geo'gia C nlral Failroa'l, its branches and conuecDons will run us follows* Leave Savannah..** 9;15 a m Leave Augnsia.***.. i):Ud j> m Arrive m Augusta 4:00 p ni Arrive ia Macon t5:4- p m Leave Macon tor C01umbu5........ p m Leave .Macon for Eufaula 11:10 a ni Leave Macon for Atlanta h:ls p m Arrive at Columbus 1*45 a ni Arrive at Eu lau!a ; pm Arrive at. A lanta 5:U4 a in Leave Atlanta---.. 10:40 p m LAve Eufaula a in Leave Columbus--* 1:50 p ir. Arrive at Macon from Atlanta 0:40 p m ■rrjveat .Macon from Futaiila - 5:15 p m Arrive at Macon from Columbus 0:55 p m Lea e Macon ?:U0 a m Arrive at Augusta 4;UO p in Ar rive at Savannah s:&> p in Connects daily at Gordon with Passe-.gea Trains to and from Savannah and Augusta. an H Mil -I ■ ■ /iUUXi-A— Ouse '.nn ■ I IMr ii iiTi. Jlrofessional (TavUs. It. L* GAMBLK, JR. ATTORNEY AT LAW. H&utsbtlle, jGCfa. January 6 }y. J. G. Cain. J. H. Polhill CAIN & POLHILL, \T T OKNEYS A T LA YV LOUISVILLE, GA. May 5, 1871. ]y DR, E. E. * ARSONS dentis r Louisville, Ga. Will be in Louisville tbe third week in each month fi?*Order* left at the Central Hotel promptly attended to. It b 24 ly. A. F DURHAM, M D. Physician and Mirgeou. . Sparta, Ga. SUCCESSFULLY treats Diseases of the Lungs and Throat, diseases ot' the Eye, iSose and Ear, and all forms of I'ropsey ; dis eases of ihe Heart Kidneys, bladder and Stric ture, secret diseases, long standing Ulcers— Removes Hemoirheidal Turners witnout pain Makes a speciality oi diseases peculiar to Fe males. Medicines sent to any point on the Railroad. All correspondence confidential. Feby 15, 1874 Jy HOTELS. CENTRAL HOTEL. LO UISVILLE, GA. Mrs. A M. Kirkland, Proprietress. Board ,$2.00 Per Day. Lanier House, Mulberry Street, MACON - - - - GEORGIA Bo BSB 9 Proprietor . , • > ■ Frfe Omnibus frn and to tfte Depot ictirg. [original.] EXCELSIOR. [Dedicated to the Louisville Brass Band.] When soldiers girt their armor on To battle for the right— To dare the dangers of the field For their countries honor bright, ’Twere meet that fair hands twine A wreath about their brows, And breatho a whispered word of cheer To counterseal their vows. But now a gentler ’Tis a milder Thai, needs no star bespangled Asa herald on the breeze. And yet it is in sweet accord With what is most desired, For thrilling music wakes the soul Into love of sound inspired. When the bright stars on their guard Watch the shadows as they come— And the tranquil hour of even time Brings the weary wo r ker home, Then music soft and tender falls Like dew on Hermous Hill, It bathes our senses with its charms Aud claims us captive still. Music! Music! “Cheer boys, cheer!” Wake the drowsy air at night, Wake the maidens sleeping soundly, Dreaming of some new delight. Let their dreams be mixed with music, Let the muffled drum resound, And blending with the bugles blast, Stir up the dreamy town. You have no battlements to storn., Midst hail of shot and shell, You have a gentler triumph sought, And you have won, as well. No shouts of victory rend the air, No loud •acclaims of praise, Yet silent lips and sparkling eyes A thrill of joy displays. Then twine fair hands a beauteous wreath For the leader in command, lie’s a’gallant youth and true, With a gallant handsome band. Garland their brows with flowers, They deserve it well J. ween, They have gained a victory in your smiles, Garland their bugles in grgen. * THE BALLAD 'Ob'" THE BELL iOWER. BY MARGARET J. PRESTON. [From L ippi c t's Magazine for May.] “Five years ago I vowed t > Heaven upon my falchion blade To build the tower: and to this hour my vow hath not been paid, “When from the eagle's nest I snatched my falcon-hearted dove. And in my breast shaped her a nest, safe and warm-li led with love. “Not all the bells in Christendom, is rung with fervent might. j That happy day in jangling gay, had told my joy aright. “As up the aisle my bride I led, in that triumphant hour. I ached to hear some wedding-cheer, clash ftom the minister tower. “Nor chime nor tower the minister had ; so in my soul I sware, Come loss, come let, that I would set church-bells a ringing there. “Before a twelvemonth. But ye know What forays lamed the land. llow seasons went, and wealth was spent, and all were weak of hand “And then yearly harvest failed (twas when my boy' was born ;) But could I build while vassals filled my ears with cries for corn? “Thereafter happed the heaviest woe, and none could help or save ; Nor was there bell to toll a knell above my Bertha’s grave. “An had I held ray vow supreme all hindrance to control, Maybe these Woes—God knows ! had never crushed my' sc ul. “Ev’n now ye beg that I give o’er: ye say the scant supply Of water falls in lowland vales, and mountain springs are dry. “‘Here be the quarried stones’ (ye grant’) skilled craftsmen come at call; Bat with mi more of water-store how can we build the wall?” “Nay, listen: Last year’s vintage crowds our cellars, tun on tun ; With wealth of wine for yours and mine, dare, dare the work go un done? “Quick! bring them forth, these mighty butts; let none bo elsewhere sold, And I will pay this very day their ut most worth in gold. “That so the mortar that cements eaoh stone within the shrine, Xfor her dear sake Whom God did take, may all be mixed with wine.’, # * * * * * * ’Twas thus the baron, built his tower; and as the story tells, A fragrance rare bewitched the air THE NEWS Ml) EARMEB. LOUISVILLE. JEFFERSON COUNTY. GA., JUNE 8, 187(1. whene’er they rang the bells. A merrily; music tinkled down when harvest&tays were long; T.iey seemed to chime at vintage-time a catch song; And when tie vats were foamed with must, if an) r loitered near The minister tower, at ve'sper hour, above him he would hear. [original.] -TRUTH. When we oome to speak of truth; it is like looking at a famed production of Rapheal and Michael Angelo, or hear ing n; Mozart or a Beethoven perform, nee and NijraH&OghtS, measured and full "of thought unfathomable. Wq may look at a painting in its inasjfcfirlV and touching delineations, as it reproduces the human -phisique, and places it almost pleading and panting for utterance before us, or displays nature in its rugged as well as its beau tiful aspect in au almost perfect person ification, so that in imagination wc may see the clouds shifting over the bosom of the blue dome in heavy masses, or scudding in snowy whiteness like truce signals across the sky; and yet with all this touching presence of im agery, . with so near an approach to the real, we are obliged to know aud feel that in the fullness of the measure of the mind, that iu its secret springs made and brought into life these crea tions of the genius ; that we have only had a glimpse of th.: sunshine that lights up the inner walls of a won drous conception. The masters of the art of music vie with the harmony of sounds that are produced by a higher master of melo dies. that make the very stars sing to gether—the creations of a higher pow er of goodness and love that are heard in the forest in the rustling of the leaf, the bird note, the laughing of the streamlet, counterpoised by the melan choly strains *hat wind touched, come from the plaintive pine bough. Crea tions formed by the inspired art of music have vied with nature's elements of outgushing praise, aiid have, perhaps, approached to the threshhold of di viner song and symphony, and while we are led to wonder at such proficiency, we must still feel our incapacity to eencieVe of the music that* lives in the soul like a pearl lives iu the depths of tpe sWj^riirevealed. And the poet, born with a harmony of love and beauty and song m his re fined mechanism that speaks through his language and that touches every thing that emenates lroin him with a coloring of no borrowed light, but as a pure scin tilation of a self-possessed, living fire that burns in his soul, and that not only gives out light, but an incense of ineffa ble exquisiteness always—when the stars keep watch over the drowsy hours of night, or in the broad full blaze of day gives lustre to a living world ; all the same. And yet while we know and have evidence of the existence of au inborn gift of such resplendence, and that oft' times grows blighter when the casket has been shattered—a perfume that grows more fragrant when the flower that held it in its heart becomes bruised and crushed ; still we cannot hope to know of the grandeur aud the beauty and the depth of conceptions unuttered, that were too pure and exalted and transcendant, to be circumscribed by mere language. Thus it is with truth. We can ap preciate its excellence, and admire its influence, aud laud its supremacy, but to fathom its fullness and its depths were too much for a finite mind. We know that the seed according to its kind will germinate and grow, and bear flowers and foliage and fruit, and we reach some just conclusion as to the cause, but we are checked in our progress of investigation, just as the explorer who follows a stream to its fountain, he has attained a truth and a result, but the hidden mysteries yet un earthed, must still live unsolved and unattainable. The stars that burn as beacon fires to light our paths, and that are held in place by the designed law of the great head centre, are mysteries that we may never understand, yet we may know of the 'aws by which they thread their course through space, and can tell their rate of time, and of their appearing. The heavens stretched as a broad map of the unsearchable mystery and greatness of the divine architect, while we may make them a study, and the mind may be refreshed and gratified at conclusions'in themselves stupendous, yet, it must even shrink back at the con templation of the unexplored myste ries that stretch out in infinite regions beyond the range of finite thought. Do we not see every day enough of the mystery of deitv and of creation to teach us that we are finite, to t%ach us what is so essential to our well being, our littleness and utter dependence. And yet, amazing provision! we are constituted with a desire, to seek out truth, and in everything there are truths which we can learn, and which it is our duty to learn—we might say which fix themselves on our minds in indelible liv ing characters, and yet there is a line that we cannot cross, an internuncio that deolares thus far and no farther, and the very laws of our being teach us the wisdom of such an edict. It is the line that divides the creature from the creator. * “CONFIDENTIAL Mad? I am; if I ean’t bite a ten-pen ny nail in too it’s because the nail is too hard, not because my teetli arc not sharp enough. While other women have been buy ing cream lace haos, and making posy beds and traveling suits for the Phila delphia show, I have been in the ago nies of house-cleaning. I am getting bald from wearing a turband so much, aud what nair is left is the color ol isoft-soap; my hands are like dropsical I mud-turtles ; I have stretched up after cobwebs till there’s a corn on tile end of every toe ; my shouders are lame, my knees are stiif; it takes me ten minutes to sit down and ten more min utes to get up again, and I've borne it all like a martyr, and had pie for dinner every day, all because Augustus said he would help me with the chambers and hall; and'this glorious June morn ing, with the lower floor as sweet as a bandbox, I was ready ; the whitewash pail stood on the front steps with the brush across it aud a negro behind it, when in bolted the lord of the manor and ordered up his white vest and huff shoes, he had got to go to tho pigeon shoot, lie anu Sam. The abruptness, the perfidy, . grammer all made me speechless, and he too advantage of the state of affairs and bustled olf. Pigeon shoot, indeeu! If it was a horse race or an auction or a dog lignt or anything reasonable, it would be frac tionally endurable ; but to see tall men and short men, and fat men and lean men, men with brains and men without leave their farms, and shops and stores, and wives, and troop off to sec another rabble of men, qualified with tho same adjectives, torture and terrified little birds! If any man of the shooters miss a bird and hit a man I hope it may bo one whe tells to his wife (doubtless it wqtild). One thousand dollars in prizes twenty-five cents to get to see and l wen ty-five dollars to get to shoot; and this when the times are so hard that a far mer’s wife “dasn't” buy anything better than an eigut cent calico aud tho btys have to go barefooted before tho frost is out of the ground ! Old Deacon Saintly, he went, and only last Sunday I heard him thank the Lord that ho who ‘ noted even the spar row's fall,” would not forget him; the next time that he incorporates that iu his prayer, I would like to rap his bald old pate with a broom stick, and re mind him that this day’s record must be met some lime. As for Augustus Slack, no sparrow or pigeon either will be booked against him; lie can't hit the side of a barn without somebody holds the gun for him. I want the law amended. Pigeon shoots are just as barbarous as bull fights. Anyway, won’t somebody tell me why men must have so much more amusement than women; clubs and matches, and races and conventions, etc., anti if the old woman goes to a quilting once a season the house atmos phere is blue for a month. No, I shall not get a divorce. Mr. S may go pigeon hunting, but he won’t go wife hunting right away; he’ll prob ably come home after milking is done, and call me “dear Emmy,” but don’t you be uneasy on my account. No, I didn’t clean the chamber; I went calling, and told the neighbors just what I thought of it; then came home and sat on the back stoop and read the Free Press, every word of Bronson Howard’s Centennial letter, went through all the lime and gypsum and coal and marble, felt indignant that the Britishers shoul i so nearly eclipse us in minerals, wondered at the display of the Argentine Republicans, and came spat on this to wind up with : “We shall gradually work upwards from the mineral kingdom, and if the ladie3 will have patience, we shall get up to something that will interest even them by and by.” There, Mr. Howard, don’t you believe that the female mind isn’t interested in minerals—lots of ns are hard-headed and practical. Next, this intelligence spreads itself before me ! The Congregationalists of the State of Michigan resolved : “That when a church of this association sends a body as a delegate to ibis body, it is the duty of this ass. (abbreviation) to receive such delegate. “The name of a lady delegate was presented, but declined because it was thought to be contrary to the constitu tion.” Now, what was the matter? She was a “body” and a “delegate” as specified in the resolution, and why didn’t they find if it was “contrary to the constitu tion?” But it is getting too dark to see to write, and there comes Augustus with a big bundle of something that looks lita dry goods.— Detro't Free Press. THAT BLASTED BOY. An Augusta boy happened to bo in the parlor when a young gentleman, who was paying marked attention to his sister, called one evening. While the young lady was getting ready to make a sensational entrance of the parlor, the boy, being at leisure, im proved the occasion to sound the young gentleman’s qualifications and accom plishments. 15. Boy: Does galvanized luggers know much? tioung G-.: I really can’t say. After a respectful silence the sub ject appeared to be abruptly changed, but was not in reality. B Boy : Kin you play checkers with your nose? Young Or.: No, I never tried it. 15. Boy ■ Well, you’d better learn— you hear me! Young G.: Why? B. Bov: ’Cause sis says that yer don’t know as much as a galvanized nigger, but yer dad’s got lots o' stamps, and she’ll marry you anyhow, and when she gets a hold o’ the oi l man’s sugar she’s agoin to all the perceshuns and candy pullins and let you stay at home an’ play checkers witii that holly-hog nose o’ yourn. The young gentleman did not stimu late the conversation any more, lie ial forgotten something and stepped nit to get it. And when “sis” got her lair banged and her smile on she swept ■n and found her little brother in the parlor alone, innocently tying the tails of two kittens together and singing: “How dotli tho little busy bee.” But an inkling of that conversation leaked out and tho boy has not felt quite com fortable at homo since. ADVICE TO YOU.SG MEN. Mess. Editors —For many years wo have been studying men and their man ners pretty closely, have been in con tact with every grade of society, from the lowest and vilest to the highest and best, so called, hi all conditions we find one prevailing virtue —called by some an evil ; we mean .the love of money, the high estimate placed upon its possessor, and the eagerness with winch all classes seek it. lienee we have concluded lo give the young some advice on this subject,’ in order that they may place themselves in a situa tion to be regarded as popular, relig ious, refined, educated, and indfSpensi ble to society, without actually being so. Simply put money in your pocket, j or make people think you have got it there, and all these things follow as naturally as sparks fly upward. Your importance in every walk of life is es timated by the amount of money you control. Four opinion on any subject is weighed by your hearers, not accord ing to the sense displayed iu your re marks, but by the amount of money in I your pocket, if you are rich, people I will crowd around you wherever you go. It matters not if you arc a fool, crowds will listen, laugh and repeat. Merchants, politicians and preachers will follow you up and pay you special attention. Newspaper editors will make your acquaintance—will note your arrival at and departure from any place, and if your pig or dog is sick they will fill a column of their paper in expressing their sympathy for you. But if you arc poor, and your wife or child dies, they will sum the whole af fair up in those words: “John Smith’s wife (or child) uied yesterday.” Your reputation in the church may morn, your religion itself is apprecia ted according to your wealth. The preacher may tell you that “it is easier lor a camel to go through the eye of a needle than lor a rich man to enter the kingdom of Heaven,” but don’t you mind that, go on and get money, lie advocates this doctrine because he finds it in the text. Watch him when lie cornea from the pulpit, and lie makes for the richest men and richest women first—shakes ttieir hands the longest and smiles his blandest while in theix presence; but when he Comes to the truly pious, but poor, of the congrega tion, he bows indifferently and passes on. If you are a praying man, it is bet ter that your prayers have a silver lin ing. It is not certain that they will reach any nearer Heaven by being thus prepared, but it is certain that they will linger longer on the ears of men on that account. And strange as it may seem, although money enhances the value of prayer, in the estimation of men, so, also, it diminishes tlie enormity of crime. If you are rich and commit a great crime, a host of strong men will rise up to apologise for you, defend you and shield your fair name from disgrace. But if you are poor, under lute circumstances, the world stands aloof, crying, “kill him, crucify him.” If you are rich and your daughter strays from the path of rectitude, all exclaim, “what a pity!” anil receive her back into society. But If you are poor and the same occurs-,- the exclama tion changes to, “what a shame !” and the poor thing is kicked from society, and l’oftjed to still lower depths of in famy'. So taking any view of the mat ter, from a worldly' stand point, we re peat, get money', have money, or make people think you get and have it. SOME THINGS HE MEYER SAW. We never saw yet a man but what would pass off his ragged money first. They likewise give scrap to the poor and then give consciences credit for dispensing choice cuts. We never saw a little girl just learn ing how to put on her stockings, but what she invariably got the heel part of the stocking on the top of uer loot, and then cried. We never saw a big girl put on her stockings at nil, but we suppose they wear them. In fact wo believe they do, We never saw a stout, healthy man hanging around a grocery door waiting for somebody to treat, and cussing the niggers because they wouldnt work, but what we felt sorry for that man— sorry that lightning wouldn’t strike hi (li. We never saw a boy with a storm bruise on his foot that kept him from school, but what could make things howl with an Albania sling. what Shall i no for a liv ing. There are multitudes of voung men who are asking to-day, with much solic itude aud anxiety, “What shall. 1 do for a living?” We do not think that there lias ever been a time when it was more difficult to answer this quest,ion. Society is divided into two classes— the workers and the non-workers. The workers are, again, divided into two classes—those who work with their ban Is, those who work with their brains. The latter distinct.on is not as clearly marked as the lbrinei’, for manual toil is generally supplemented by some activity of the mind, an I in -.ital labor by a certain amount of bo lil, exm-eDe. The man who hammers stone must use his judgment in order to strike in the right place ; and tho man who ham urs his brains must use lii.s hands ii order to record his thoughts. In the choice of vocation tiiere are live great mistakes to be avoided. The first is crowding into what arc called “the professions," or mercantile life, or some other em ployment where there is but little man ual labor, on the supposition that tics must promise to the young a compara tively easy life. Taere none who work harder than some who are suppose i not to work at all. An aching brain may be more trying than a wcniy arm. Tbe second mistake into which young men arc liable to fall—and this is worse than the first—is that of try ing for a place in some of those branches of business where there is the possibility of achieving a great fortune at a stroke, with the strong probability of not making a cent. This i; .simply “running for luck,” with the prosper; of breaking your neck in the race. The few who succeed every one hears of; the multitude who fall pass out of j sight and are forgotten. The third mislake i.s that of rushing I from the country to the large cities without any reasonable prospect of finding remunerative occupation. If all the groans and sighs which come from the stores and offices, where our clerks, and salesmen and book-keeper-, congregate, could be heard through our country towns and villages, there would not be the same eagerness to join the crowd who lmunt the city streets. If there be a fair chance of your attaining a comfortable living in any honest way. stay near home, and build upon a sure foun i.ation, even if the structure rise somewhat slowly. Wherever an l how ever they begin life as a general rule men wilLgravitate to thoir true le If it lie in you to burst the narrow bounds which at first restrict your steps, you will be quite certain to do it, sooner or later. The fourth mistake to be uoticed is the prcvailment notion that to work with the hands can never be as honor able as it is to work with the brain. If, indeed a man is nothing put a tool or a part of a machine, In cannot ex pect to take an elevated place in socie ty. But suppose the har.d and the hen 1 work together—as the)' allways will, to some extent, just as soon as you rise out of the region of mere servile toil—how does the matter stand th n? Mere is a practical farmer who is also a student of scientific agriculture, and brings hisknowlc.lge to liea.i upon the improvements of land, the increase of crops, the perfecting of seeds, econo my in labor—under his skillful hand barren wastes arc ro loomed, so that tiio earth will always be more fruitful because he has lived and labored, and his culture makes the human race richer as well as his own household— could any one ask for a more hon irable employment: Here is a young me chanic. who lias learned his trade thorouhly and well, and starting iu life as skilled, accomplished workman he brings hismind to the watchful study of every progress in his work—contriv ing, experimenting, inventing and gradually rising fiom his inferior posi tion till he becomes a master-workman, a contractor, the head of a grand e stab lishment, “saying to this man,go and he goetdi, and to this man, come and he coineth,” is this not better and more honorable than to be a feeble a Ivocatc at the bar or ail impecunious, half starved member of any other learned proefssion. And lastly, it Every sa l when one finds that he has chosen a line of life to which he is not adopted. It, works badly, whether the peg is too large or too small for the hole, A CONVERTED JEW,S DILEMA. One day last week Mr. 11. 1,. Solin sky was accosted on the street by a Nashville man, who asked him what ho thought of Hirsh, the Nashville Israe lite, who renounced Juadiam and turned Baptist preacher Air. Soliusky replied : “Y r cll in heaven dere ish dwo gates- Abraham keeps von and Christ von odder. Von Hirsh coomes up dere lie vill go mil. Christ’s gate and Christ vill sa}', ‘Von Baptist brother.’ Christ vill don say, ‘You he’s like von Jew— go mil Abraham,s gate.’ liirsh vill den coomo mit now 1 he’s von Babtist breacher—unlock dot gate.’ Abraham vill say,’ Vot ia dot, hey ! You bo’s a Jew and a Babtist breacher too? You va’se dat gate avay. Dis gate don’t he’s von hair pin like dot, Hush vil den set down mit his coonskin proeches and visper mit himself, ‘Veil, veil dat is a good joke. Christ sends me mit Abraham because I be’s a Jew, and Abraham sends me mit Christ because I don’t be noddings.’ llnd den dor devil vill coome along and say,‘Coomo mit dis vay down mit me, liirsh and varm your coon-skins ’’ A FLEA IN BED. There are some folks fleas won’t bite, but Alonzo Fleet, a married citizen of Danville, Va., lias spent the greater part of his life after sundown looking for fleas. It is exceedingly annoying to Mrs. Fleet. Just as site gets the baby asleep, and has folded her ban ts in blissful slum ber, Fleet slips out of bed feet fore most, and bomb lie hits tho floor with the half whispered remark on his lios : The dumed flea? V ; have awakened me again, Mr. Fleet , ! believe you are trying to v, ear me out. Here l have got to sleep, an 1 am n>w so nervous that 1 I m’t -1 • >•> any inor. this night. What in the world are you after? -Mary, there’s a flea on me some where ; and you know 1 can't sleep when there are fleas ia the bed. An 1 Fleet struck a match. 1 don't believe there’s ary fleas here at all: its a notion of your own : von can't sleep yourself an. 1 you won't let anybody else sleep. I’ou my word, Mary, : Fleet ap proached with candle) in! there he goes n>w ! (fit, the little rascal! Now I’ve got Inin ! And Fleet grabbed tho tail of his shirt, setting the caudle by the be 1, while lm wet the pla-m so as to see the flea, and then stuck a needle through it, and showing it to his wife, said in triumph: you call that a notion, my dear? I call it a flea. Mr. Fleet, tak : the can lie away from the baby’s eyes, she cried, just as the. baby waked up an i the music com i'li rock her, Mary. inuNnutv 1 Fleet. You is>ck 1 sr! No sii, n .ter 1 I’ll rock her tin .■elf; it’s just what I'm for. 1 alary Thompson, married Alonzo Fleet to suffer for him, to drudge for 1 ili.i by day, and lo : my sleep for him by night. My life's no more to him than a flea. What cares he if I die? Hooty, i >oty, isn’t Mr. I'U e< youn strong and handsome, couldn't he soon get another wife? And Mrs. Fleet lifted up her voire and wept like a hard rain. Fleet put on ids breeches and took a chew of tobacco, an l as he walked to the window to “spit out,” he said seri ously, he wishe I every fl :a on earth was ai old nick; that lie wasn't long for this world, if Mary lived, and the fleas continue 1 to hop around at night. -Mrs. Fleet told a friend next day that Mr. Fleet had provoked iter so much hunting tiers at night, that *!TP™ believed that he was after aggravating her to Flee as a bird to Mount Zion. They laughed and told her she was ai- ways saying something funny. ——— A STORY THAT OUGHT TO LIVE FOREVER. There comes to us from the Western district a story on the details of which a Bret llarte or Col. Hay would found a poein. The other day a gang of laborers were emnloyed stacking blocks ot stone on a permanent way ol the Great Western Railroad, between Keyusham an 1 Bristol. Ln fact, the operation of stoae slacking was ear riel on within a few yards of the Bris lingtou Tunnel. It was at the time of day when the most wonderful express train in the world, called the “Flying Dutchman,” was expected, and by some unlucky accident a large block of stone rolled down the ambankmeiit, and lodged on the railway line. At that instant the. rear of the "Flying Dutch man” was heard in the tunnel. Not a moment was to bo lost, so swiftly down the bank sped one of the brave nav vies, to remove the stone and save hundreds of innocent lives, or perish in the attempt. He had a wife and family at home, but lie never thought of them. Down the steep embank m t sped the brave fellow, nerve l with ' t.lie combined strength of Sisyphus and | Vtlas, to move the stone and save his fellow creatures. On sped the Flying Dutchman 1 “Quick, for your life, Jim,” shouted tue companion on the bank. Alas 1 it was just too late, the stone was rolled out of tho way, but the hero was cut to pieces by the tangs of the murderous train. • This is as grand and noble a story as ever was tol l. It is finer than the tale of "<) im Bin iso,” the moral of whose story was told with such impet uous vigor and truth by the author of “Little Breeches!’’ lie kuowed his duty, a dea l sure thing, And lie went lor it that and then ; And Christ ain’t going to be too. hard On a man that died for men ! If ever there was a brave fellow who laid down his life for the sake of his fellow creatures it was this iicro of the Brislington tunnel. Ilis wife and chil dren ought to bo looked after, and have, no doubt, come under the consid eration of the citizens of Bristol. But the story ought to live forever.—-JUm dem Em. Do you iiivo eoUlisn balls, Mr. Wig gins? All'. Wiggins, hesitatingly—l really don’t know; 1 don't recollect tending one. I think I have seen you before, sir. Are you Owen Smith? Oh, yes, lui owin’ Smith, and owin’ Jones, and owin’ Brown, and owin’ everybody. A philosopher asserts that, the re’ason why ladies’ teeth decay sooner than gentlemen's is because of the friction of the tongue and the sweetness of the lips. This, thought n boy while being troun ced by liis loud pupa, is very like a NO. 5
