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B. M. BLACKBURN, Publisher.
YOL. VIII.
LITERARY DEPARTMENT.
MISS ANNA C. M. BLACKBURN,
E WTOK.
For the MudUoitoilome Journal.
A FRAGMENT.
, The whistling wind, with rushing speed
Sweeps by old Emory’s towers;
While mem’ry roams in fondness back,
To happier seenes and hours.
Hours; spent in joyous mirth,
With those we fondly love —
With father, mother, sister dears,
Who led our thoughts above.
Above; to scenes of joyous bliss,
Where fancy loves to ream;
And paint with magic touch, the place
■Which we may call our home.
Home; the word that thrills the wan
derer’s soul,
When tossod on life’s broad seas—
As dreaming fondly of the time,
When he shall rest at ease. [.eon.
Emory College.
For the Madison liome Journal.
“CHRIST CHURCH CHIMES.”
It was a cold winter evening.
The chill blast came sweeping
from the chain of hills that guard
our city on the North, laden with
the cold breath of a thousand
leagues of ice and snow. There
was a sharp polar glitter in the
myriad stars that whirled on their
appointed course through the dark
blue heaven, in whose expanse no
single cloud was visible. Howling
through the icy streets came the
strong, wild North wind, tearing,
in its fierce frenzy, the sailcloth
awnings into tatters, swinging the
public-house sigus and shaking
the window shutters like a bold
burglar bent on the perpetration
of crime. Then onward, onward
it sped, over the dark steel-color
ed bay, and out to the wild, wide,
open sea, to do battle with the
sails of the staunch barks that
were struggling towards a haven.
But within, the good people of
B— were stoutly waging battle
against the common enemy, on
this bitter Christmas eve. In some
of the old fashioned houses at the
North end, inhabited by old-fash
ioned people, the ruddy light
streamed through the parlor win
dows ou the street announced
that huge fires of oak and hickory
were blazing on the ample
hearths. But in the far greater
number of dwellings, the less ge
nial was contending with the win
try elements. Iu an upper room
of au old wooden house, a poor
woman, thinly clad, sat sewirg be
side a rusty stove, poorly supplied
with chips. She had been once
eminently handsome, and but for
the wanness of her face, would
have appeared so stili. Two lit
tle boys of eight and nine years of
age were warming themselves, or
seeking to warm themselves at the
stove, before returning to their lit
tle bed in a small room adjoining.
“Isn’t this nice,” said the youn
ger, “didn’t I get a nice lot of
chips to-day ?”
“Yes, dearest you are always a
good and industrious boy,” said
the mother, snatching a moment
from her work to imprint a kiss on
his brow,
“Poor papa will haie a nice fire
to warm him when he comes
home,” said the elder boy.
At this allusion to the child’s
father, the mother burst into
tears. The countenance of the
children fell—they knew too well
the cause of their mother’s grief
—the same cause had blighted
their own young hearts and cloud
ed their innocent lives—their fa
ther was a drunkard. Hence it
was that they could not go to
school. Their time was required
on the wharves to pick up fuel and
such scraps of provision as are
scattered from the shearer of the
prodigal. For this reason the
mother had forborne to remind
them that this was Christmas eve.
But they knew it too well, and
tti-ey contrasted its gloominess and
sorrow with the well-remembered
anniversaries when this was a sea
son of delight—the eve of promis
ed pleasures, of dances, and of
presents. With this thought in
their hearts they silently kissed
their mother, and retired to their
little bed, committing themselves
to “our Father who art in heav
en,” while the poor mother toiled
on, listening with dread to the re
turning footsteps of her htisbaud.
The husband and father whose re
turn was thus dreaded, had work
ed late at night in the shop where
he had temporary employment,
and who was to pay him this eve
ning. Five or six dollars were
coining to him, more than he had
•anted honestly for a long time.
As he put ou his hat to leave the
shop, he observed his fellow work
men, who were all sober and stea
dy men. eyeing him with aad, in
qairing iooka ; lie almost ran out
of the shop.
Palm iirnur §mml.
“I know what they mean,” he
said to himself. “But what is it
to them how I spend my money —
I’m not a slave—l have a right to
do what I please with my own.
Whew ! how cutting the wind is!
A glass or two of hot whisky tod
dy will be the very thing !”
Without one thought of his toil
ing wife and neglected children,
the poor man hastened towards
a grocery with the intention of
slaking his morbid thirst. At the
moment his foot was on the
threshold, out from the belfry of
Christ Church, ringing clear in the
frosty air, streamed a tide of sweot
and solemn music. Simple, yet
touching, was the melody of those
sacred bells, chiming forth the ad
vent of the blessed Christmas
time. And as the song fell upon
bis ear, it awakened in the drunk
ard a thousand memories of hap
pier, because better days. The
comfortable dwelling, the quiet,
neat parlor, with its Christmas
decorations, the sweet face of his
wife, the merry laugh of his bright
eyed children, all flashed back
vividly upon his mind. He could
wish those sweet bells play on for
ever. But they ceased.
“It was a voice from heaven !”
said the man, as tears rolled down
his cheeks. “Surely God has bless
ed those Christ Church chimes.
I’ll never more drink one drop.
This money shall go to my family.
It is not too late to buy provision
for to-morrow.”
It was late when the watching
wife heard the step of her hus
band on the staircase. It was as
slow and heavy as usual, but how
relieved, how astonished when the
door opened and he came in hap
py, sober, bearing a huge basket
filled with provision, and threw
down a parcel containing stock
ings, mittens, etc., for the children
—not forgetting Christmas weath
er. The next day was a happy
one indeed for the mother and the
little boys—a Christmas that re
minded them of old times, and
gave them assurance of a happy i
future,
May we not hope that the effect |
we have attributed to the Christ
Church chimes : s not a solitary in- j
stance of the power ol music ?
PARIS LETTER.
Correspondence Madison Home Journal.
Paris, Oct. 10,1878.
If you travel long enough thro’
the continuations of the Passage
Jouffrroy, if j r ou cross a narrow
street and plunge into the recess
es of yet another gallery, you!
will come out at last in the bust
ling and business like Hue du
Faubourg Montmarte ; but I pre
fer to retrace my foot
steps even as far as the toyshop—
“ Aux Enfanls Sages” is its sugges
tive title— where the black boy
tootles on the flute and the mon
key in the powdered wig and
Louis Quinze costume plays on I
the harpsichord, accompanied by j
the squirrel and the guinea pig.
Then, passing through the two j
great cafes, which at night are fall
of very queer company, I emerge
on the boulevard, boldly cross it,
fortuitously escape being crushed |
by an omnibus or by one of the
huge tapissieres and chars-a-bancs
going to the Exhibition, and dive
into a labyrinth of Passages just
opposite—the renowned Passages
des Panoramas, indeed. Where |
the Panoramas are or used to be, !
or what particular scenes or
events they panoramically repre
sented, I have not the remotest
notion. It is enough for me that
they display an ever moving, ever
interesting picture of human life
even more diversified than that
visible in the Passage Jouffroy.
The principal gallery is more aris-,
tocratic and more tranquil than its
opposite neighbor. No cafes guard
the entrance gates, although those
roaring resorts abound on either
side up and down the boulevards.
But on one side of the entrance
to the Passages des Panoramas
there is a noted sweetstuff shop,
in which I should say that it
would be practicable for a gentle
man with plenty of ready money
and of a generous disposition, to
ruin himself at New Year and
Paschal tides with the utmost
promptitude and despatch. This
particular conjiseur’s, which is al
most as grand und as handsome
as M. Giraudin’s noted establish
ment in the Hue de la Paix, must
do a tremendous business at
Christmas and Easter. Then do
the jewelled castiets, full of can
dies, violets and preserved daffy
down lillies—for the French seem
to make lollipops from the flowers
of the field as well as the fruits of
the garden ; then do the models
of the Arc de Triumph**, the Col
umn of the Bastille, and the Ve
nus of Milo ; then do the delicious
hut indigestibludooking batons of j
I mmw und the chocolate 1
A Nation may Too Govern ea and. yot Too Free.
ereams, the sugared almonds and
the equivalents for our hardbakes
and toffies—of the French syno
nyms for which I am entirely ig
noraut—find, I suppose, purchas
ers at whatever prices the propri
etor of this amazing emporium of
goodies chooses to demand. The
shop goes right through into the
Hue Vivienne, and behind the
counters sit a fascinating cohort
of beauteous young ladies with
slim waists. The only persons
whom I fail to discern there are
the customers. Perhaps I peep
into the sweetstuff shops at the
wrong hour. Perhaps this is not
precisely the season when lovers
of confectionery are accustomed
to purchase candied violets and
preserved daffy-down-dillies; but,
curiously enough, the invisibility
to the naked eye of customers in
Parisian shops of the superior
class strikes me very forcibly,
while it puzzles me desperately,
not only when I ramble in the
Passages, but whensoever I take
a turn on the boulevards. The
shops iu the side streets, in which
provisions are sold—the ckarcutiers
and the rotmeurs in particular—
are always thronged. The wine
shops and cafes—l counted sev
enteen of these drinking places in
the space of five minutes’ peram
bulation of the Rue du Faubourg
Montmarte—the cremeries, the
cheap linen drapeis’ and haber
dashers’, the debits de taba< , the
toy shops, and so forth, all abound
in clients; but it is with the ex
tremest rarity that I ever discern
a person having the outward and
visible appearance of a customer
in the grandest magasins of the
of boulevards. Ou the other hand,
while purchasers are generally fa
vored with a full view of what the
Italians call “La Bella Faniglia.”
Monsieur le Batrou may be away
speculating at the Bourse, or quite
as possible playing dominoes over
his absinthe or his “bock” at his
favorite cafe ; but Madnme la Pa
tronne fait sa caisse (balances her
, cashbook) —when did she take any
money ?—at her high desk of au
thority. In front of the counter, a
venerable dame, apparently the
patronne or her husband’s grand
mother, sits placidly knitting ; half
a dozen demoiselles de magasin are
gossiping in corners; while on the
floor sprawl three or four children
in pinafores and bibs, superintend
ed by a careful bonne in a high
white cap. There is sure, also, to
be a dog of the party “to see
fair”—generally a villainous-look
ing bull-dog made bv constant
kindness to be the playfulest of
pets, or a woolly poodle who im
presses yon with the idea either
that he is in a state of inexpressi
ble dejection at the thought that
he is to he shaved to-morrow, or
that he is hilariously joyful at the
remembrance that he was shaved
this morning and the operation
will not be repeated until after
the expiry of another fortnight.
Stay ; with equal certitude you
may reckon on the presence of a
huge, handsome, quiet cat, either
on the counter or on one of the
shelves in the windows, purring or
thinking among the diamonds and
the articles de Paris. This is all
very nice, and pretty, and patriar
chal—but where are the custom
ers ? All the business cannot be
wholesale. From time to time the
millionaire from Nevada must en
ter the shop saying, “Show me
your biggest riviere in brilliants
that you can let me have for fif
ty thousand francs.” My theory
is that the apparant pancity of
customers is really due to the un
conscionably long hours of busi
ness adopted by French trades
people of the highest class. They
open their shops before nine in
the morning and they do not
close them until eleven at night.
Thus the average quota of custo
mers instead of being quickly dis
patched in the course of ten hours,
is spread, in Paris, over a weary
space of thirteen hours, and is
attenuated even to invisibility by
the prolongation of the shop hours
Early closing is certainly not
among the social reforms which
have found favor in Paris.
C. A. S.
For the Madison Home Journal,
THE GREATEST GRIEF.
liY FINLEY JOIINHON.
Kate Travers had been married
to the man of her own choice, of the
sky of her life, after the first year,
was fair and clear. But soon the
sombre clouds of Borrow threw
their darkening shadows over her
pathway. It was not long before
some event —the result of going
! •‘security”—swept from tbo hus
band a considerable portion of the
property which had made his con
dition better than the wife’s Indore
marriage. —Her husband of the
I tubful tone,
“I aiu sorry, indeed, very *orr)
MADISON, GA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1878.
was the calm reply. But we can
economize ; do not, therefore, let
it annoy you. We can yet be hap
py with what is left.”
“But you-you, my dear wife—”
“It will not affect me, love, for
you know that I must overlook the
lionsehold affairs, whether we are
rich or poor. Happy in each oth
er’s socioty, what need we care for
the changes of fortune?'
The wife shed no tears. This
was her first grief, but not her great
est.
Again the clouds of sorrow
gathered >vei her, and the death
of her first born was the next ca
lamity that befell her. When the
clouds fell upon the coffin it ap
peared as if her heart would
hurst. Bhe bent over to gaze up
on the last resting of her child,
and the arm of her husband seem
ed necessary to prevent her from
“going unto him.”—But even amid
this sad grief the gentle looks of
affectionate sympathy with which
her husbaed gazed upon her
threw a rainbow of holy calm
across her soul.
It is true that the mother had
suffered; but the affection, nay, the
happiness, of the wife was com
plete. Death had softened her
heart, and fitted it for the minis
trations of new affections.—Her
father had suffered as much as
she, and yet at the moment of her
deepest anguish he had hushed
his own grief that he might sus
tain her in her sorrow. The moth
er mourned, but the wife rejoiced.
The loss of property rendered
neccesary more labor on the part
of the husband, and that labor
kept him more from home than
formerly ; but the gentle welcome
of the wife cheered the toil worn
husband, and her delicate earesses
changed the gloom settling on his
brow to smiles of satisfaction.
There was, perhaps, more pleas
ure in the efforts which she was
making to produce the evidence of
of gratification in her husband
than there was in the mere ex
changes of smiles of welcome and
thanks.
It was late of a summer after
noon, and by appointment the
hnsband should have returned
some two or three hours before.
The noise of revelry had for a
lou time disturbed the outer edge
of the village in which their dwel
ling was situated. Some vulgar
frolic, hitherto kept in a distant
part of the country, had been ad
journed to that neighborhood;
but the path of her husband upon
his return did not lie in that
course. The wife had gone out
frequently to watch for his ap
proach, and to meet him with a
smile of welcome—that smile
which makes home delightful,
which at/raets and retains. She
looked anxiously to the left, and
stretched her eyes along the road
ia hopes that some token of his
approach would he presented—
but there was none. She leaned
over the railing with distrustless
hope. He would come soon, and
would repay her for all her anxie
ty by extraordinary evidence of
affection. She summoned up for
her consolation the thousand
kindnesses of her husband—his
constant, changeless love—and
like a true wife she suffered the
lustre of her owu purity, excell
ence, and affection, to gild the
character and conduct of her hus
band. She was startled from her
reverie of delight and charity by
an unusual outbreak of noisy de
bauchery from the wretched drink
ing house below. She leaned for
ward, and was transfixed with
horror at the sight. Her husband
was in the midst of the riotous
host in sickening, disgusting fam
iliarity with vice and drunkenness
She stepped back until an aDgle
of her owd house concealed from
her the painful scene. A thous
and precious matters that had
scarcely excited a thought became
now of importance, in the explana
tion which was given in what she
had seeu, She raised her apron
to her eyes, but there was no
tears. Her hand dropped on the
fence—a feeling came over her
heart sncli as she never before ex
perienced.
She had felt a womanly regret
at the loss of property—the moth
er had mourned the death of her
child—ana anxiety had boen felt
for some slight error of her hus
band ; but property could be re
gained by labor, or relinquished
without effort. Every dream of
the mother gave hack to her heart
her beloved child, and refreshed
her with a spiritual intercourse,
and every waking thought that
turned towards the dead one was
lustrous with the sense of heaven
ly presence, and consoling iu the
promise of a future union. The
errors of a husband that do not
imply dishonor, nor eihihit them
selves as evidence* of wasting af-
fection, may be mended or endur
ed; but when the heart is sudden
ly overwhelmed with the evidence
of shame, insult, and dishonor—
when all the purity of a woman’s
thought is outraged with the
proofs of guilt, and all the years of
her charity and enduring love are
dishonored by the unerring tokens
of ingratitude and infamy, and the
confiding, the consoling, the truth
ful wife becomes the witness of
her own destruction, despair
sweeps over the heart like the hlus
terings of the simoon; and then
all the unmentioned sufferings of
the woman, all the cherished sor
rows of the wife, all the poignant
anguish of the mother, are lost iu
the overwhelming torrent of her
agony.
She sunk not beneathUhe'shad
ows of poverty, nor yielded to de
spair when death smote her first
horn ; hut to witness the desola
tion of her domestic peace—to be
shorn of every joy through the in
fluence of intemperance—this—
this, indeed, was the Wife's Great
est Grief.
WAS IT POLITICAL PERSE
CUTION?
Mr. Speer and his strikers have
been making savage assaults on
the Grand Jury of Gwinnett
county, because that body, in the
discharge of its duty, called atten
tion to the fact that Mr. Speer
had failed to account for money
collected by him while Solicitor
General. The charge made is that
this whole matter was trumped up
as a political trick to injure Speer,
because they say it had never
been heard of until he became a
candidate, and would never have
been heard of but for his candi
dacy.
When the gentlemen who com
posed that Grand Jury are known
no defense is needed. Their char
acter as honorable, high toned
men is sufficient to protect them
from any insinuation that they
violated their oaths in order to
trump up charges against Speer.
In their justification it is prop
er that the facts should be known
to the public.
For several years there has been
complaint in the county in refer
ence to the money brought into
court and paid out to insolvent
lists. These complaints were
brought to the attention of Judge
Rice two or three years ago, and
he appointed a committee, con
sisting of Col. 8. J. Winn and Col.
N. L. Hutchins, to investigate the
whole matter aud report. The
committee, after a full investiga
tion, made their report.
There was still some dissatis
faction, and the matter was
brought before the Grand Jury,
which assembled at the adjourned
term in November following. At
the adjourned term, 1877, before
Mr. Speer was a candidate or any
body knew he would be a candi
date, the Grand Jury investigated
this matter. The following ex
tracts from the General Present
ments of that term will show what
action was taken:
EXTRACTS FROM PRESENTMENTS OF
THE GRAND JURY NOV. AD
JOURNED TERM, IB77.
“We have been informed by a
committee appointed by the last
Grand Jury, that there had been
money collected from fines and
forfeited bonds, which had not
been paid over to the County
Treasurer, and that they had not
had time to give it a thorough in
vestigation, and request that our
body look after it, and that other
county funds have been paid over
to the County Treasurer that
should have been applied other
wise, and having had some infor
mation before us showing that
said complaint was not wholly
groundless, and knowing that
much dissatisfaction still exists
among many of onr citizens as to
how the large amount of money
that has been collected from fines
and forfeitures in the last three or
four years has been applied and
that complaint has been made
thereof. We have unanimously
agreed to appoint a committee
to give the matter a thor
ough examination and correct any
error they may find in any calcu
lation or report heretofore made,
and make their report at the next
regular term of the Court, believ
ing that it could not be done with
any degree of accuracy at the pres
ent Term. We have appointed as
that committee, Madison L. Adair,
John E. Craig and William J.
Born, aod do most respectfully
ask his Honor Judge Rice to rec
ognize said committee, and give |
them such insti actions as he may ;
think best."
Signed by Eli J. McDaniel,
Foreman, aud twenty-two jurors
Ju accordance with the request
of the Jury, Judge Rice passed 1
* the following order ;
“It appears to the Court that
the Grand Jury of this Term have
appointed M. L. Adair, John E.
Craig and William J. Born a com
mittee for the purpose indica
ted in the General Presentments
of said Grand Jury.
Ordered by the Court, that said
committee are authorized aud di
rected to perform the service indi
cated in said Presentments.
Signed, GEO. D. RICE,
A. L. Mitchell, Judge 8. C.”
Sol. Gen’l.
A true extract from the minutes
of Gwinnett Superior Court, Nov.
adjourned Term, 1877.
Frank T. Pentecost,
Dep’tv Cl’k S. C.
Oct. 21, 1878.
This committee made their re
port the last March Term, but too
lute for any action to be taken by
the Grand Jury, and Judge Rice,
by order, directed it filed, subject
to auy objection which might be
made.
By referring to the reoort made
by this committee, it will be seen
that Mr. Speer’s entire insolvent
list for his own services had been
paid off and that he had received
$145, including the Fraser money,
more than he was entitled to for
his own services. And that auy
amount which might be due him
was on the old lists of Marler and
Thurman.
This report came properly be
fore the Grand Jury at the Sep
tember Term for investigation,
and as honest men, ldokinfi into
the finanoes of the county, they
did what they regarded as their
duty. Could they, under their
oaths shield Mr. Speer because he
was a candidate ? Is it hue that
there is anything so sacred about
a candidate for office, that a Grand
Jury can’t look into the finances
of the county and report the facts?
Mr. Speer admits all they charge,
that he received the money and
has not paid it over.
But our object was simply to
submit the facts in vindication of
the Grand Jury, who Are being
abused by Mr. Speer and hiu or
gans. Aud it will be seen that in
stead of this matter boiug trump
ed up for political effect, that it is
the legitimate fruit of an investi
gation into the finances of tbo
county begun over a year ago.
These facts are from the minutes
of our Superior Court and cannot
he controverted.
We bare never charged Mr.
Speer with stealing this money,
nor do we believe he intended to
do anything wrong at the time,
and we would not have referred
to it again if Mr. Speer and his or
gans were not doiDg the good
men of that Grand Jury gross in
justice, and trying to make politi
cal capital out of what they call a
persecution. -LaiorenceviUe Herald.
WHY WESHOULII VOTE FOR
BILLUPS.
We endorse every word of the
following, so succinctly ststed by
the Lawrenceville Herald.
Ist. Because ha is the represen
tative of the Democratic party,
regularly and fairly nominated.
2nd. Because he is a gentleman
of ability, experiance, irreproacha
ble character and unswerying in
tegrity.
3rd. Because, when he gets to
Washington he will be in full ac
cord with the National Democrat
ic party ; will have its entire confi
dence, and be admitted to its coun
cils, aud have a voice in framing
all bills that affect our interest.
4th. Because his defeat will be
the defeat of the Democratic par
ty, and will divide and eventually
destroy the organization that has
saved Georgia in the past and can
secure our rights in the future.
Why we should not vote for
Speer:
Ist. Because he has neither the
experience, standing or ability of
Col. Billups.
2nd. Because he has assumed
the leadership of bolters from his
party without any excuse to justify
his action.
3rd. Because he has combined
and confederated with the Radical
party iu this district to obtain an
office.
4th. Because, while claiming to
be a Democrat, he is seeking to
divide and disintegrate that party.
sth. Bocause, if elected to Con
gress, he will be regarded as a
straggler, looked on with suspioion
by the Democrats; will not be ad
mitted to their councils, and,
therefore, can accomplish no good
for himself or anybody else.
Ctb. Because uis election will
he heralded to the country as the
defeat of the Democracy iu its*
strong hold iu Georgia, and will
|>er|iettjate the unfortunate divis
ion in the party, that may result
iu the low* of the State ia the next;
Presidential election.
Tivo Dollars a Year in Adtiici
WIT AND HUMOR,
A little nonsense now and tlien,-
‘Ts relished by the wisest men."
rmr—"TTT 1 r win, eg
Jones is getting very weak. He
says he can’t raise ten dollars.-
“I say, Pat, what are you about
—sweeping out that room?’ ‘No,’
answered Pat, ‘I am sweeping out
the dirt, leaving the room.'
‘Patrick, you fool, what makeef
you steal after that rahit, when
your gun’s not loaded?’ ‘Hush, my
darlint, the rabit don’t know that/
'Have yon finished both those
bottles of port, without assistance*
Mr. Gulpitup?’ indignant spouse.
‘No, my dear, I had the assistance
of a bottle of Maderia/ was the re-’
ply.
A gentleman, taking an Apart*
ment, said to the landlady, ‘I as*
sure von madam: I never left a,
lodging but my landlady sbedf
tears.’ I hope sir,’ said she, ‘it
was not because you went away
without paying.’
“Why is it,’ asked a Frenchmaff
of a Switzer,’ that you Swiss al-'.
ways fight for honor?’ ‘I suppose/
said the Switzer, ‘that both fight
for what they most lack.’
A small chap on the street witlf
a big hat on. ‘Stranger sees him
and cries out. ‘Hallo, wherd art*
you going with that boy?”
A. dandy iu broadway, wishing'
to be witty, accosted the old bell
man as follows:
‘You take all sorts of trumpery’
in your cart don’t you?’
‘Yes, jump in, jump in.’
Old Squire B was elected
Judge of the Inferior Court of
some county in Georgia. Wheel
he went home his delighted wife
exclaimed:
“Now mv dear, you are a Judge'
what am I?’
‘The same durned old fool yonf
always was f"
Au Irishman had occasion to
visit the South some months
since. When he returned, he re
marked to a friend that the South
ern people were very extravagant.
Upon being asked why so, be re
marked that, where hejstUyed-they
had a candlestick worth eleven
hundred dollars 1 ‘Why, how ini
the world could it have cose that
much?’ inquired the friend.—‘Oeh,-
bejabers! It wasnuthin’ more'u
a big negro fellow a hobblin' a torch
for vs to ate by.’
One of the deacons of a certain'
church asked the bishop if be'
ussually kissed the bride at; wed
dings. ‘Always’ was the reply/
‘And how do you manage wneir
the happy pair are negroes?’ wae
the next question. ‘ln all such
cases,’ replied the bishop, ‘the du
ty is appointed to the deacona/
‘Tom, you sot,’ said a temper-"
ance man to a tippling friend,
‘what makes von drink such stuff
as you do? Why the very hogs
would not drink that brandy.’
‘That’s cause they is brutes,’ said
Tom. ‘Poor creatures!.they don’t
know what’s good.’
A wag in one of our Southern
Legislatures, perceiving- a mos<-
quito light on a member’s hand',
arose with mnch deliberation and
addressing the chair, requested
that said mosquito might hare
leave to withdraw his bill. Laugh l
of course.
Ministerial Courtesy. -The
Spring field Republican says that
a piquant correspondence has just
passed between two clergymen, in
a city where considerable religious
awakening has takeu place. In sub
stance the correspondence ran- ae
follows:
Baptist to Methodist Clergy
man.—My Dear Brother—l shall
baptise some converts to-morrow.
If any of your converts prefer be*
ing baptised in our inoae, I shall'
be happy to baptise them as can
didates for your church.
To which the Methodist clergy-*
man replies;
Dear Brother—Yours received,
I prefer to wash my owu sheep.
Dying for a lady. —Mr. Smith
resides in Henry street. His wife
who is an economical body, had
sent a costly silk gown to a French
dyer. The dyer himself brought
the dress home, unluckily as it
hapiiened. met the husband of the
lady at the door.
‘ls madam withiu?' asked the
Frenchman.
The husband, who is of a jea'-
ous disjiositiou, replied —* And suj -
pose she is what tue devil do yon
want with her?’
‘I must see her—l'in dying for
her; sare!'
‘You dying for my wife—get out
of my house, you scoundrel !* aod
he had just raised bis foot to kick
the honest mechanic iu the street
as the lady mails her appearance
sod explained matters.
NO. 44*