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TIIK# AND NOW. AH the yrart of longinK, waiting, Ail the hour* of loving, hating, All the dreaming, hesitating, That have borne me as a river Bears the vessels that we give her~ Looking back, I sigh ami shiver At the jgp# 'tween then and now. Days of summer warmth and gladness, Moments of delicious madness, And the nights of tearful sadness That haye rtrfed my brow with care-lines, Chilled mo when the noonday sun shines, Placed the thorns where memory still twines Round the time ’tween then and now. Midst the tumult of life’s hurry And the thousand things that worry, Shall the bloom become a berry ? Shall the b\sd become a flower ? That shall All some sheltered bower With a wond'rous perfume showor? Shall the then be lost in now ? Patti Hoheywood. OLD “LIFE.” Old “Life" Edwards, ns I remember him, wns a jobbing cartman. I presume ho had been christened Eliphalet; but nobody ever called liim by the full name, and for aught I know, ho may have forgotten it himself. Ho drove an old nag, noted for a most astonishing concavity of the spine, which brought his saddle deep down in a valley. Buell a conformation was consistent with no line of beauty, but it might have been invaluable to a beginner practicing equestrianism. But it was not of the old horse that I proposed to speak; but of Lifo himself, who had been a nautical adventurer in his younger days. For the ancient mariner, in our parts, if ho has been no favorite of fortune, and quit the sea ns poor ns he began, gravitates ns naturally to the alternative of a fishing-boat or a jobbing-cart ns does the broken-wiuded pugilist to a public-house. Lifo told me the story himself, but I will not attempt to give it in his language, for I never admired his stylo, nor do I think my readers would. His yam had a great many knots in it. It was Interlarded with “you know's" and “don’t you see’s” until tho result was that at times tho hearer didn’t see or know anything; and it liecumo necessary to begin back and clear away the fog that enveloped liis statements, even as it did the old Hirius when Lifo deserted her so suddenly. But I am anticipa ting. Itwasin the year “ninety-nine,” ac cording to Life’s reckoning, when he, then nineteen ?yoars of age, was a boat stecrer in the -Sirius, on tho Brazil banks. Joe Pinkham, who commanded her, was not the most agrceablo man in tho world to sail with; and Life found his position on board anything but a comfortable one. The routine of a sub ordinate’s duty under such a skipper was a continuous martyrdom, but our hero saw no prospect of escape from it until the cruise should be at an end. The ship was fitted only for one season, and Captain I’inkham did not intend to drop his anchor except in a homo port. But relief from thraldom arrived to him in tho most 'singular and unexpected manner. The Sirius was lying to on the Banks, one thick, murky night, ami, for tho avowed purpose of “working up” the boat steerers, the captain had orderod that they should take turns to patrol the the “house” overhead, as a kind ol supplementary aihlitiou to the regular lookout on the bows. The house was simply a rude covering of boards laid over the skids or boat liearers, and extending nearly the whole length over the quarter-deck. Life, buttoned to his nose in a monkey-jacket,, and roofed down to the eyes with a sou’- wester, mounted his post when his turn came at midnight, and fell into a me chanical movement fore-and-aft his beat. It could not be called a march; but it was only that unconsciously easy Btraddle known only to the possessor of flexible “tea-legs.” lie was communing with his angry thoughts, and wishing him self anywhere but on board the Sirius, giviug no heed whatever to his lookout duty, when he suddenly awakened to a sense of his remissness by a rushing sound of water, and an overshadowing cloud darkened the air. He cried out something, he knew not what, hut there was no time to do anything to avoid tin impending collision. The strange ship’s jib-lioom came in directly over Life's head; a terrific snap ping and crashing followed; ho felt tin foundation going from beneath his feet, and involuntarily clutched in the air above his head. The boards were torn from under him, and tho next moment he swung ont into the void, still hanging on by the stranger’s jib-martingale-stay, among the wreck of her head-gear. The two vessels were clear of each other, and, unable to drop back to his own, he had no resource but to climb np and secure his footing on the other. By the time he had succeeded in doing this, the Sirius had vanished into impenetrable mist and darkness. Luckily, the stranger, who was run ning free, was under no great head-way, there being more swell than wind at the moment of tho collision. Hence, no serious damage was done to the hull ol either vessel, and they had separated at the first recoil. Thankful at having es caped with his life (I do not mean his name), the young fellow scrambled through the snarl of wreck, upon the forecastle of the ship, where her crew and officers were all rallying now, to examine into the extent of the disaster. “ Qui va la /” shouted the hoarse voice of someone in authority, as he jumped in on the comparative terra fir ma of the deck. But the French mate got no reply to his hail. “Because, don't you see."said Life, “I didn’t know nothin’ about par ley-wooin’, you know.” So the next minute the interloper was surrounded by a ring of astonished mariners, and a great stock of breath was expended, for which neither party was any the wiser. At length a little fellow was pushed into the ring, who spoke tho only language which Life had considered worth spending time and labor to learn. Through the @ljc VOL. X medium of this interpreter he was in humed that ho was on board the Prov ence, merchantman, bound to Bordeaux. But there was not much time to spend in explanation. To think of restoring their new recruit to his own vessel was quite impossible. She was already far to tho windward, and to secure the head-spam it was necessary for the French ship to koep off before the wind. When Life came to consider tho mat ter, he decided that ho had little or noth ing to be sorry for. Ho had escaped unhurt, almost by a miracle, and his situation among his new shipmates was not likely to be moro unpleasant than under tho tyranny of Joe Pinkham He had left a few old clothes on board tho Birina, but not much money was due him, ns the ship laid taken but little oil. There was one matter which haunted his thoughts more than all others. Rhode Joy would suppose him dead; and it was quite uncertain how long it would be before he could inform her of her mistake, for the political affairs of the whole world were, at that period, in a most unsettled state. It was not cas tor those living under different (lags to communicate, cither in person or by let ter. It was in tho midst of the quasi war between tho United States and France, and although this was confined merely to naval operations, the beliger ent state of affairs was well known to the crew of the Provence, ns well as to Ed wards himself. Under a false impres sion, Rhodajoy, though she loved him as her life, might, after a proper season of mourning, unite her fate with that ol wme other man. But at nineteen no youth is long despondent, if his coil sconce is clear; axil our hero, being we! treated, merged in with tho rest as one of tho crew of the Provence, and, for the present, at least, had no reason to sorrow at the change of vessels. With tho aid of the interpreter he made rapid progress iu acquiring the language orally, as he thought it might be of great advantage o have such knowledge a; some future 1 ime. He was not destined to see the port of llordeaux at all, for the I’rovenco was overhauled iu the Bay of Biscay by a French line-of-battle ship, tho Tonnerre md three of her men selected to serve iu the navy of the French Directory, one -f whom waa the poor waif whom she sad picked up, as it were, on her jib >oom. Little cared the boarding officer o what flag ho truly owed allegiance. Te was an able-bodied seaman, and such cere in demand; that was a good and uifficient warrant. It seemed to Life now that his iden ity and individuality wore completely OBt. For the Tonnerre was one of the •lnmsy, crowded ships of the day, nounting at least twenty guns too many or her length and tonnage, and feeding i hundred or two more men Ilian were if any earthly use in manning them, 'fence, in an action, her battery was too lose to be effectually worked, and, ac ion or no action, everybody was in sverybody else’s way. He was no longer Life Edwards; be was only number so md-so, a unit in a cumbrous host of Frenchmen, a single cog or screw of a vast, unwieldy machine. The Tonnerre did little but make fly ■ng runs from one French harbor to an >ther, and verify, by her go's! sailing pialities, tho taunting boast of her British foes, that the French ships were built to runaway, and their own to fight, But in a few months afterward the coup I’etat of Bonaparte changed tho whole irder of things, and infused new vigor nto all warlike movements, naval and military. The First Consul could nol make up his mind to lose his conquests n Egypt; the Tonnerre, with several it her large ships were ordered to sea ind succeeded in running the gauntlet nto the Mediterranean. But the elements were not so easily (voided as the English cruisers. The Tonnerre became separated from her •onsorts in bad weather, and was driven ont of lior course over toward the Bar bary shore. The gale blew itself out at last, and, while in the act of making sail l o work off the land, an explosion of her magazine took place, from some myster ious cause which has never been ex plained. The late proud ship was rent to fragments, and the nine hundred lin ings who had been crowded into her were either hurled instantly into eternity or were left in the sea clinging to pieces if the wreck. It was merely one of the little accidents of war, such as come dimly down to us, condensed into a single line of chronicles of that period. This was before tbe age of daily papers and indefatigable report ers, and little was preserved of the details of such matter. Wliat were a thousand Imffian lives, more or less, during that era of human slaughter? Our adventurer still clung to life and to a shattered spar. The sea became smooth and calm; small crafts put ont from the shore as soon as the thunder of the explosion was heard, and he, with some twenty others, was picked up and carried into Tripoli, to be held to slavery at t he will of the pirate sovereign. Life used to relate many of his adven tures while a prisoner among these “Ish’m’lites” as he called them. He, was not a little proud of the fact that lie was no “servant of servants,” but was attached to the personal staff of the great Bashaw himself.” Finding no loophole of escape, he was SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, AUGUSI A. .. e- -11 I- > held five years in tho service of the tyrant, who, he admitted, was more merciless than Joe Pinkham. His heart beat high with hope at the first appear ance of the hostile American fleet in the year “three"; but hope was destined to be long deferred, and during the war that ensued, his position and treatment were still less endurable than before. Among the prisoners taken with Bain bridge in tho Philadelphia frigate, l.i recognized one of his former comrades on the Sirius, and found an opportunity for a short conversation. His appear ai-.co iu the flesh was, of course, like resurrection to bis astonished shipmate It was known that Life had been walk ing in the hurricane house, and had uttered oue cry of alarm, after which no one had seen or heard of him. It was naturally supposed, as tho whole foun dation beneath him had been demol ished, that he must have been killed or knocked overboard at the moment of the collision. They had no knowledge of the name, nation or fate of the ship which had thus come in contact with theirs. Life Edwards, was, beyond all dispute, dead, and was -so reported on their arrival home. It was something of a blow to the poor slave, even though ho was not un prepared for it, to learn that, llhoda Joy, after giving two years to liis memory, had married another; but lie did not suffer wliat might bo called a boyish disappointment to weigh long on his spirits. It was only what he ought to have expected, and no one was to blame, on either side. He soon forgot to grieve, as he listened to the music of the Con stitution’s cannon, and dodged tho mis siles thrown into the city. It used to seem strange to mo to think •bat tbe old teamster, whom I met every hour in the day, shouting his “Git up I" and “G'long 1” to tho lank hollow-back steed, Inal really been an actor in such s cones, bad behold the terrible effects of flic bombardment, had looked upon Old Irionsides in a blaze of angry fire, and had listened to tho night explosion of the Philadelphia when blown up by De ratin', ami of tho little sketch in which the devoted Homers and liis associates met their mysterious fate. Thrilling in cidents which seemed so far away in tin past, as I read them in my school history, were brought almost before my sight when the old man talked as carelessly about them as lie would of hauling Mr. Smith's ton of coal yesterday. When the humbled Bashaw sued for pence, Lifo was included in the ransom with other prisoners, and returned to liis country after six years' absence. It docs not appear that either be or his old love, already a wife and mother, made fools of themselves, ns heroes and heroines are, for the most part, licensed to do in simi lar eases. They accepted the situation, mid made the best of it; which course may have been more or less heroic, ns tin critic may choose to consider it. Life followed the sea for many years afterward, and, in duo time, married. His worthy dame, ns also the lihoda Jov of the story, both honored by numerous grandchildren, wero still living at the time I learned these facts from the old cartman’s own lips. Indians With Tails. The existence of a tribe of Indians in Paraguay with tails is asserted, apparent ly on good authority. An Argentine lomiciled in the Argentine missions has i yerba establishment in the Paraguayan missions id a district called Tacuru- Tuyu. While collecting tho yerba in the yerba woods one (lay liis mules were ittacked by some Guayacuyes Indians, who fled after killing several mules. Ilio muleteers pursued, firing on the fmlians, one of whom, a boy of seven oi eight years, and captured. This boy was brought to Posadas, the Vrgentino residence of Don Francisco G oicochoa, tho Argentine reefrred to, and excited much wonder, and some Ger mans photographed him, he having a ta l six to eight inches long. The boy is very ugly, but his body is not covered with hair. A brother, in possession oi Col. lludeoindo Rooa, has also a tail, and it is said that all the tribe are similarly adorned. This tale of a tail is vouched for by Dr. Lutiz Pizzarrello, an Italian. The late Baron Rothschild once took a cab to his offices, and on alighting ten dered the proper fare. The cabman re ceived it, but kept his hand open and looked at the money significantly, which caused the Baron to inquire whether it was not right. “Oh, yes,” replied the cabman, “it’s quite right, but your sons usually give me double.” “They do, do tiny?’’ was tho Baron’s reply; “well, they have got a rich father, and can af ford it; I have not.” “Who was the first man?” asked the superintendent, and a boy in the noisy class replied, “An American colonel." But. the superintendent explained that tbe colonel would be tbe last mail, and if the world lasted a few years longer, the only one.—Burdette. A St. Louis Judge says that the boys wbo become criminals are the boys who do not get whipped. The St. Louis Judge is wrong,‘Saya an exchange. The boys who do not get whipped become rich and famous. Mr. Sullivan is one of these “boys.” A mas named Gasbill asked tho Ar kansas Legislature to change his name, nd it was done without asking his rea sons for desiring it. TIIK HAUGHTY GRADUATE. A I.lllle story of 1.110 In n Print shop. [Prom tho OUia&go Tribune. 1 “Ctiu I come in?” A young man whose clothes wero sus piciously new, and upon whoso face there was a complacent, self-satisfied ex pression, stood in tho doorway of tin editorial room. "Certainly, yon can,” said the liorsi reporter, “only don’t say anything ti the effect that wo ought to have a pleas ant summer after such a rainy spring, or you may find yourself a pallid corpse in tho donjon keep beneath the moated turrets of the castle. If you are looking for tho Hartford Sunday Journal, the Onego liecord, tho Nuiula Sews, or the Batavia Spirit of the Times, you will find them in that pile of papers on that table in the eornor. If you wiuit —” “I don’t want to read any exchanges,' said tho young man. “The object of my visit was to see the principal editor—the one who makes engagements with jour nalists.” “The wliat?” “Tho editor who makos engagements with journalists.” “Oil, you mean the man who hires the hands. He’s in tlio other room. Du you want a job ?” “Well,” said tho young man in n rather haughty manner; “I have Bonn thoughts of entering the journalistic pro fession." “You mean flint you want to hire out as a deck-hand on a newspaper, don't you?” “Perhaps that is your way of express ing it, sir,” said the young man, “bill our professor of rhetoric always told ii. that —” “Oh, you’re a college graduate, are you?” said tho horse reporter. “J thought you had a kind of I-sholl-now go-forth-ar.d-take-chargo-of-affairs an about you. I suppose you graduated last week ?” “Yes, sir,” was the reply “and I max say that my oration—” “I know all about it,” said the horse reporter. “You spoke a piece about ‘ Life’s Lesson ’ or 1 Our Country’s Fu ture,'or something like that, and when you had finished it the young lady in the percale dress, whom you have been Inking to the weekly meetings of tho Phi tonian Literary Society for the last two years, sent a big bouquet up to the platform for you with a little piece of rose-tinted note-paper in the centre of if, with ‘From One Who Admires Genius ’ written on it. There are non more young men who started out. to carve a niche high in tho temple of fame chasing large red steers over the arid plains of Texas or delivering mackerel to the first families than you can shake a stick at. Your best hold for the next year or two will ho checking off barrels of A1 sugar for some wholesale grocery house over on Iliver street. Destiny won’t get left any in the meantime 1” “Then you do not think l will bo able to muko my mark iu tho journalistic profession ?” “You might,"replied tho reporter, "if you were to go lip stairs and fall over some typo, but not otherwise at present.” “Good day, sir. I shall keep my eye on journalism and await an opportunity to join its ranks.” “All right,” said the reporter, “but in ease the street-ear conductors get np an other strike you had better remove your optio from journalism and head for the oar barns.” Declines to Confer. The trustees of Dartmouth College in Now Hampshire, referred to a sub committee the question of conferring the degree of LL.D. upon Gov. Butler of Massachusetts. The committee, after considerable discussion and conference with members of the alumni, decided that no action should be taken this year. The committee recognized the validity of tho grounds upon which tlio applica tion was based, and personally favored the granting of the degree. Tho Gen eral, it was urged, was perhaps the most eminent member of his profession in America. No stain rested upon liis private life. Ho was a son of New Hampshire, and an intimate friend of many of the graduates of the college. A member of the committee, in an inter view, gave as a reason for the actiou taken, that to confer the degree would tend to bring the college into politics, in which it had had an unhappy experience in connection with the course of a former President on tho abolition of slavery. Massachusetts, he said, was in a political tumult which involved its institutions of learning, and to have our college step in at this moment and honor GeD. Butler when so many opportunities had before been given, would be at least ill advised. Harvard had refused the degree, and it might seem as though Dartmouth was intruding itself into the quarrel with Harvard, if she should now honor Gen. Butler. Ills Wisit.—While Marshal Sebastians was French Minister iu England lie sat next Lord Palmerston at a city dinner, and after listening to all that was said in praise of England in the various speeches delivered during the evening, he re marked to liis neighbor: “Oh, my Lord, if I was not a Frenchman I should vlsh to be an Englishman 1” “And I,” coldly replied Old Pam, “if I was not an I Englishman Bhould wish to be one, ” THE HELL RINGING BOY. Tlio ON! siory Iteiolil vlili u Few Vnrnllonn. “I would like to ring tlmt bell. Say, won’t you let me ring that bell ? I’ll give yon fifty cents if you let mo ring that bell.” Tho speaker was a mild-eyed young fellow with an innocent look upon liis fiieo that inspired eonftdouoo at first sight. Ho was a Boston boy and was in Waterloo, Canada, with only fifty cents in his pocket. Ho hadn't had any breakfast or dinner, and when ho had offered Charley Hall, tho proprietor of the hotel, fifty cents for the privilege of ringing the huge dinner-bell that set in the nflloe, ho was playing for astako Charley gave the youth a casual glanoo, “sized liim up” as a “fresh," and then told him lie could ring tlio bell as long as lie wished to for fifty cents. The young man laid down liis lost fifty issnts, seized the bell and began a vigorous ringing. As it happened to bo about the dinner hour, tho proprietor thought this a good joke. In through the parlors, out upon the veranda and even up into tho chambers sounded tlio clang of tho hell. The guests soon became annoyed and then exasperated. “What in thunder have you got that boll ringing for?" asked one. “Tie a rope to that calf and haul him in,” said another. “If you don’t put n stop to that confounded nuisance we’ll quit your house,” said a third. The landlord, thoroughly bewildered, both by tho ringing of tho bell and the complaints of the guests, went ont to tlio fellow and said: “Come, haven’t you rung that bell about long enough? The guests are all com plaining about it.” “Rung it long enough? Bless your soul, I haven’t hardly begun yet. What do you suppose I paid you the lust fifty cents that Iliad in tlio world for? Long enough? Pshaw 1 You must bo crazy, man. Just listen to tlmt bell. Ain’t that a splendid Hounding bell? What a magnificent boll? Listen to the fine tono of that bell, man, and then think liow you could ask me to stop ringing that bell. I’d rather ring this hell than eat my dinner. Don’t keep bothering me; let mo attend to this bell.” By this time the attention of tlio town officers was attracted to the matter, and I lie landlord was told ho must discon tinue tho ringing of tho boll. “Condemn it,” said the now thoroughly exasperated landlord, “I’m not ringing the bell.” “Well, you must stop it, no matter who it is that’s ringing it.” To the bell-ringer again went the an noyed landlord and rejieatod his request, this time a little more novere. “I want you to let up on this business. Yon have niado noise enough, and I think it’s time to stop. Do you want to alarm tho whole country ?” “Just listen to that bell; ain’t tlmt a daisy bell? That's tho best boll I think I over heard. Where did you get this bell ? Oh, it’s splendid 1 Say, just listen to this bell. What an exception ally lino sounding bell. What will you take for that bell ?” “The question ain’t wliat I’ll tako for the boll, but what you’ll take to lot up,” said the excited landlord. “Well, I don’t know that I caro to stop, but ain’t that a fine sounding boll— if it’s all tho same to you about $lO, I think would bo about right.” “I won’t give you $lO, but I’ll tell you wliat I’ll do; I’ll give youss nud tho best dinner you ever had if you’ll stop right where you are.” “Agreed; let’s have your $5. Thanks. Now we’ll go to dinner,” and in a few minutes tho ravenous youth from tho “Hub” was jmtting away roast beef and chicken salad at a marvelously rapid rate. SHAVING JIY PIECEMEAL. A commercial drummer, with several heavy cases in hand, pantedinto Warth's barbershop, adjoining the State Street House, lately. One side of his face had several day’s growth of whiskers, while the other side was perfectly smooth. He threw himself intoa chair. “Shave me,” he said brusquely. Tlio astonished bar ber began to adjust a cloth about his neck, looking at tho drummor’s face meanwhile with eloquent curiosity. “Been in tho barber chair once this morning, haven’t you?” queried tho barber. “Twice,” said tlio stranger, correcting him, “once in Philadelphia and once in Bristol. Got my face lath ered in Philadelphia and then saw I couldn’t make my train unless I started. Got the barber to wipe off my face, and ran and got on just as the train was mov ing. At Bristol I thought I’d have time to do some business and get shaved and natch tho next train. Got through with :ny business, ran into a barber shop, got lathered again, and got half of my face shaved, when I hoard the train coming. Jumped up and paid the barber, and gain had my face wiped off, and struck for the depot and got tlio just as it was moving. People on the train looked at me and then turned away and whis pered. They thought I was an escaped lunatic. I want a closo shave, please, and take your time to it. I’m going to make up for this helter-skelter business in the morning.” —Trenton Times. Why is a stage like a bird ?—Because it has wingt and flies. 1 !\>Hl7r^BW|ipr’ii limit An of it I'lili-tiuw .1 At the Chicago railway exposition iu jewelry house lias an exhibit. Two dia monds are shown side by side. One is very small, while the other is the sizo of a piece of nut coal. A placard is over each. Tho little otio merely says, “For the President of the Road." Tho card near t-lio other diamond reads, “Tho Conductor’s.” The Milwaukee Sun says this is an outrageous slander and takes up the cudgel fur tho conductors and says, it is occasionally overlooked when some person who thinks it is smart, says something about-conductors stealing money from the roods they work on, and tho conductors tako tlieso tilings good uaturodly, but for a business houso to advertise to tho world that they believe that conductors do that by which they are enabled to wear ten carat diamonds, whilo tho poor presidents of tho roads are compelled to struggle along with the cuttings from the big diamonds, is a short-sighted pieco of smart Aleck-ism that will make the house that perpe trates it ashamed. After all the tal’’ about the conductors stealing, and tho jokes about tlieir “di viding with the company," does any sane person suppose that a railroad company docs not have facilities for discovering who aro honest anil who are not? It must bo humiliating to conductors who have had positions for twenty years, with railroad companies tlmt would not permit a thief to work on tlio road a day, to see such insulls to them as business men. The jewelry houso may have thought it smart to eater to tho few rail road presidents, at tho expense of the thousands of conductors, lmt the insult is directed to tho presidents also, for it intimates that they are such fools that they allow themselves to be robbed by conductors. It is an insult to every railroad superintendent who has worked himself up from brakeman, and passed many of the best years of his life ns a conductor. It is sickening to notico the attempts made to make conductors out as thieves. There are hundreds of clerks in stores who handle more money than the samo number of conductors, and win have better facilities for stealing from careless employees than conductors have for stealing from railroads operated by tho sharpest men in the world, and yet tho clerks aro not pointed out, as a class, as persons who “knock down,” or steal. Occasionally one steals, and occasionally a conductor steals, but they are soon found out, in both instances, and bounced. As well accuse all bank cash iers of being crooked because one in a hundred goes wrong. The Sun trusts that the Chicago house will see what ail ass it made of itself, and at once apologise to as deserving a class of men as live The Lord anil Hie Shilling. Tho following episode, which Imp pened lately at one of the fashionable hotels, proves that virtue is sometimei more substantially rewarded than the old adage would seem to indicate: Om evening rather late a gentleman, a great admirer of man’s best friend, saw some magnificent dogs in the care of the hall porter. Having entered into conversa tion with the temporary keeper of tin Cerbori, lie learned that the owner liad left no instructions as to tlieir being fed; he therefore took upon himself to ordci a repast for them. They wero still en joying it when the owner returned, and the good Samaritan, going up, told him that he had been admiring his dogs, and had ordered them to bo fed. “Oh, thank you 1 Here, tako this;” and the owner’s gratitudo took tho tangible shape of the coin recruiting sergeants dispenso in tlio Queen’s name. The gentleman snlllingly took the proffered reward, andsaid: “I am Lord , and I most heartily thank you for tho first shilling I havo ever earned. I shall Have a hole drilled in it. and wear it as a charm. It may bring mo luck.’* “Oh, my lord! I cannot tell you lion sorry lam at my blunder. Pray give mo back tho shilling, and accept my most heart-felt apology!” “I beg yon not to apologize. You havo made me feel quite a proud man, and, as to the shilling, you must allow me to keep it that it may becomo an heirloom in my family, where wo have never had an op portunity of earning money.” The matter oif providing a corps of trained nurses in every community re ceived attention in the Cleveland meet ing of tho American Medical Association. A member recommended tho establish ment of schools for tlio efficient training of nurses of both sexes, “such training to bo brought about by lectures and practical instruction, to be given by competent medical men either gratuitous ly or at such reasonable rates as shall not debar the poor from availing them selves of their benefit.” The depend ence of the physician on the competent and faithful nurse was acknowledged. A subsumption-book publisher says that out of a thousand book agents he only finds about ten who are worth retaining after a month’s trial. We suppose that tlio other 990 become too much crippled up to koep on work ing. ■ I: ■ i, Bpiwin mi overheated condition. CowP should not be hurried or worried in going to and from pasture, and when “milking time" comes, let the “thorough work” of cleanliness begin. In tho average farm dairy, too little attention is given to the management of milk. The introduction of what may ho termed “tin- home-made creamery sys tem,” has proved n wonderful boon to many farmers. Such as do not invest in the patented creameries, need somo ar tificial method for keeping tho milk and cream at a proper temperature. A neighboring farmer Ims for several years kept milk iu a cellar-tank, which is sup plied from ail adjoining pond of pure water. Into this water-tank, cans 29 inches deep, aro set so that tlio water comes to within two inches of the top. and they are left uncovered, to allow tho animal heat to pass off. A thermom eter, occasionally plunged into tho water enables him to regulate the tem perature, w Ideh should bo at about G 2 degrees, and as a result, tlio cream rises, to a depth of from two to three inches, in tho can. The tank was built, and water conducted to it, at a small expense, which lias been amply repaid, as tho quantity of cream greatly exceeds that produced by the old method, of setting in slial'ow pans. By somo such means as this tlio farm dairy may be made a profitable adjunot to general farming.— Agriculturist. How (lie Monjlks Get Drunk. A writer in tlio London Truth saywl “ Moujiks aro curious when drunk. They hardly ever quarrel, but beeonw affectionate and embrace each oilier. Their idea of drinking is to imbibe until they are. quite, insensible. When I was in Russia I had a coachman who once a month used to eoino and ask me for leave to get drunk during two consecu tive days. Upon inquiry I found that only on tlieso conditions would a coach man remain sober during the rest of tlio month. Having obtained leave, lie would go to a drinking houso, show the pro prietor his money, and state how long ha might remain there. Then he wonld sit down at a table with some spirits before him. Gradually and solemnly lio would get drunk, place his arms before him on the table and recline on them. Thus ha would remain for two days and nights, the proprietor supplying him with more drink whenever he looked up. His time up, the proprietor would drag him out side the house and set liim down in the snow against tlio wall, liaring first filled his cap with snow. Every charitably 'disposed brother eoacliman passing by would box his ears. In about half an hour this discipline would sober him; he would get up, shake himself together, and resume his duties. One man’ll poison is another man’s meat, and so 1 suppose that he enjoyed himself.” A Sheep In a Shirt. An incident which was both rich and racy, and quito laughable, actually did occur near Smyrna, Tonn., a few days since, which was about ns follows: Ono of our neighbors, Mr. T. D., sheared tho long wool off of liis favorite pot sheep a few days sinco. As the shades of the evening began to gather tho air grew chilly, Mr. D. being a man of much sympathy, and in order to make his pet os pleasant as possible, took a shirt and pulled it over tlio body of tlio sheep and. buttoned tlio collar around tlio sheep’s neck and let tho sleeves hang loose, like a pair of wings. Mr. D.’s faithful dog espied this wonderful freak of art anil nature and mado battle at the poor crea ture at onoo. The poor sheep jumped tho yard fence and ran for its life. It rail into tho public road just as Mrs. R. H. Nicholson and infant child clianeid to bo riding by. Her horse grew fright ened and ran for several hundred yards, as fate would havo it sho remained firm in her saddle and neither sho nor tho child was hurt. On the following morn ing this wonderful, celebrated sheep made its appearance in Joe Derry berry’s field, where its visits caused a general stampedo, wliero tho snapping of trace-chains and knocking down fences, and the word, “Whoa! whoa! whoa!” bursting from tlio mouths of plow-boys, made music in the air. During the day Mr. D. was seen hunting a sheep that could bo easily identified, because it had a shirt on. Died fbom Fright. —A little 12-year old girl iu Knoxville, lowa, was fright ened to death by a severe thunder-storm a few nights ago. She liad been quite well tlio day before, but awoke during the storm and besought her mother to take her to her bed, “for she was afraid ■of thunder.” Her supplications were unheaded, anil soon the mother was aroused by the child’s difficult breathing. Approaching the bed with a light, she found her dying, and in a few moments | she breathed her last. A Fiiktenue. —A girl left a baby on a wealthy family’s doorstep in Blooming ton, 111., and leaped into tho river. She was easily rescued, and a fund of several hundred dollars was raised for her bv sympathetic persons. Then it was dis covered that she had borrowed tlio in fant, and that her attempted suicide was a pretence.