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BLOOD POISON! 100 Bottles of Anothfr Blood Medi cine Used—No Relief Until B. B. B Was (Ltd Hampton, Ga., Juno 12th, 1883. Blood Balm Oo : -Your B. li B. has work* <1 on mo like a charm. Three bottUs have lone me more good than all doctor* and 100 ottle* of the moat noted remedy. I am get jug well rapidly. All ulcer* healed, no aching f my bom a, no pain* in my back, and my kin ts b(vm: log Gear. The effect of B. B. B. li my kidm-y* G aom.:thing wonderful. My friend* are :!stnihhed. M\ family physician 'y it is the ouly inedU-iue I ever need suited omy cate, I would take pleasure in corres •Minding with any one interested, a* I can’t nelp praising U. li. li. Indeed it is a great Blood Purifier. Give anyone my address who may call for if. * A. P. W. Address, BLOOI) BALM CO.. Atlanta, Ga.. or Summerville, Ga. IS THAT SO? Ye*, it'* a fact, that one large bottle of B. B. B. costing only £1 is warranted to produce ai much remedial effect in the cure of all Blood Poison us three bottle* of the moat famous blood medicines of the day. Yea, three tr one; that’s the way we put it, and we are able to hack our word with strong evidence. B. 11. 11. is the quick blood remedy, anti there is no mistake about it. The proof is printed—the hat has gone forth -the tocsin has been sound ed, and * *he that hath car* to hear, let him hear.” Swfulu Cured After Several Physician FAILHP. On the 28th day of April, 1883. William Sea lock, 12 years of age, presented himself to Dr. Gillam, desiring to know if li. li. li. would cure him. Ho lives on Dr. L. A. Guild’s place, near the cemetery, and the ease is well known by Dr, Guild, who has particularly noticed it. The boy had * foul scrofulous nicer involv .ng the entire elbow joint, with which he had been afflicted over twelve month*. It had de stroyed the superficial structure, and was fast approaching tlm deeper tissues. He could not bend the arm. and had strong indication* of the same ulcerous condition of the shoulder. Two other physicians of the city had treated the ease, but without any perceptible change in his condition. He was placed upon the treatment of I*. li. li , and one single 1 ottle cured the foul ulcer and restored the fast de generating c ’ion of the child, and he is now enjoying the finest of health. This is a plain and unmistakable case of well defined scrofula, and recognized as such, ••tired with one single l ottle of B. B. 15., ami ve take pleasure in asking any interested party to address Dr. L. A. Guild, Atlanta, Ga., on the subject relative value of the medicine in this case. If one well defined case of scrofula can le cured, others can l>e cured also. BLOOD BALM CO., Atlanta, Georgia. Sold in Summerville, by J. 8 CLhOHORN & CO. newHome n, eV jingV|^ py^lcMi 6 pilpiF | c|J 'll t vt* OUTOF ORDER . i'f NO EQ uAI NEW Ho^hchacHlNEC 0 f 30 UNION SQUARE NEWYORK CA O o *"-**£, ILL. MASS. GA. rOR SALE-6Y I’M \m : a ca in, Nerve-Life a"j Vigoi - RBSTOnHID.- £>— This cat shows the p~ Howard Electric Magnetic Shield as applied over the *4ld /■ ' ncysHml Neno-vllal M m. centers. Tne or.ly ap- Dliance made that nts every part of m‘ ihe body, and the m a m m 1 only one needed tc ' fi \ 1 Ift POSITIVELY Clßfc I m* • £ I 1 KldneyOlteaae R _ up I K lie uinallni. OF Tflß / 1 yspepsla *|k_ the worst cases ol iMiDFifIS Seminal Weak aiinnffi •, tcxiiaua Hon, Impoteii p F and a ” ***• vi f ‘* m men Hnfl w* •* iieanof the Urine H V* • Genital Organs (Patented Feb. S3, 1879.] ™ YOI'NG MEN, from early Indlecretkm, lack nerve force and fall to attain strength. MIDDLE-AGED MEN often lack vigor, attribnt lng It to the progress of years. The MOTHER. WIFE and MAID, suffering from Female Weakness, Nervous Debility and other all ments, will find It the only cure. To one and all we say that the Shield gives ft nat oral aid In a natural way WITHOUT DRUGGING THE STOMACH. Warranted One Year, and the be*- appliance- made. Illustrated Pamphlet, THREE TYPES OF MEN, also Pamphlet for Ladies only, sent on receipt o\ 6c, sealed; unsealed, FREE. American Galvanic Cos., Arrinrc. 134 -Vladl.ou St., Chicago. UrMutslllo3 fhftlnntst., Phila. taMHHMHMBSSHB •sinnnan tnrej Hanoi aq; at ssauaAi;soo JOJ B3t(>3nwj ,BBq 3l(] JO OUO 81 8180(1 [p:ma m ai(bo (to paaßori 'Jaini-A ;sig aq; aip;m rfaq; q;.oiB aq; uodn i]aßdn( spaadap ssatqnjasn aitqnj itaq; 10, 'area jnapaaxa 3ABq pjnoqs sqoo Btmoi ■ vsq ;saq aq; ,o aonuptmqß ire o; uotiqipn m ‘ipsp woo pus b;bo ponojS ,o s;reub Maj b paan pm q.iow AABsq Batop Basiojj •A[BnipjooOß pawaAoß aq p[noqs uibaß jo ;unonre aq; pro ‘qsap pun q;;Baq pooß it ;daq aq o; am Xaqx 'papasa oq Aura "ffloon ;b mßiß ajnq n ‘paq.to.M naqti ;nq ‘anop; Auq [>oo3 nodn paiq •niu aq abw rata] e[p| uy—sabaojj @ljc £*nmimiillc (Dnjcttc. VOL. X. HER PICTURE . f see her now—the fairest tiling That ever mocked man’s picturing, I picture her as one who drew Aside life's curtain and looked through The mists of all life's mystery A* from a wood to open sea. The soft, wide eyes of wonderment That trusting looked yon through and through : The sweet, arched mouth, a bow’ new bent, That sent love’s arrow swift aud true. That sweet arched m ulh ! The Orient Hath not such pearl* in all her stores ; Not all her storied spice-set shores Have fragrance such a* it hath spent, I picture her as one who knew How rare i* truth to be untrue— As one who knew* the awful sign Of death, of life, of the divine Bweet pity, of all loves, all hates, Beneath the iron-footed fates. I picture her as seeking peace, And olive leave* and vine-set land ; While strife stood by on either hand, And wrung her tears iike rosaries I picture her in passing rhyme As of. yet not a part of, these — A woman born above her time ; A woman waiting in her place, With patient pity on her face. Fler face, her earnest, baby face ; Her young face, so uncommon wise— The tender love-light in her eyes * wo atan; of Heaven out“ot ulhom. Two stars that sang as old Their silent eloquence of song, From skies of glory and of gold. Where Got] iu purple passed along— That patient, baby face of hers That won a thousand worshiper* ! That silent, pleading face ; among Ton thousand faces just the one I still shall love when all is done, And life lies by, a harp unstrung. Th.vt face, like shining sheaves among That face half hid, ’mid shea ve* of gold That face that never can grow old ; And yet has never been quite young. Joaquin Muxfb. ROMANCE OF_LOS ANGKI.ES “Of nil Don Antonio’s graphic narra tives of the olden times, none is more in teresting than thote which describe Ids adventures during the days of this con test. On one of the first approaches made by the Americans to Los Angeles, ho went out with his little haphazard company of men and boys to meet them. He had but one cannon, a small one, tied by ropes ou a cart axle. He had but oue small keg of powder which was good for anything ; all the rest was bad ; would merely go off ‘pouf, pouf,' the senora said, and tire ball would pop down near the mouth of the cannon. With this had powder he fired bus first shots. The Americans laughed ; this is child's play, they said, and pushed on closer. Then came a good shot, with the good powder, tearing into their ranks and knocking them right and left; an other, and another. ‘Then the Ameri cans began to think, these are uo pouf halls; and when a few more were killed, they rau away aud left their flag behind them. And if they had ouly known it, the Californians had only oue more eharge left of the good powder, aud the next minute it would have been the Culi forniaus that would have had to run away themselves,’ merrily laughed the senora as she told the tale. “This captured flag, with important papers, were intrusted to Dou Antonio to carry to the Mexican head quarters at Sonora. He set off with an escort of soldiers, his horse decked witli silver trappings, his sword, pistols—all of the finest; a proud beginning of a journey destined to end in a different fashion. It was in winter time; cold rains were falling; by night he was drenched to the skin, and stopped at a friendly Indian’s tent to change his clothes. Hardly had he got them off when the sound of horses’ hoofs was heard. The Indian flung himself down, put his ear to the ground and exclaimed, •Americanos! Americanos!’ Almost in the same second they were at the tent’s door. As they halted, Don Antonio, dad only in his drawers and stockiugs, crawled out at the back of the tent, and creeping on all fours reached a tree, up which he climlied, and sat safo hidden in the darkness among its branches lis ‘tening, while his pursuers cross-ques tioned the Indian, and at last rode away with his horse. Luckily, he had carried into the tent the precious papers and the captured flag; these he intrusted to an Indian to take to Sonora, it being evi dently of no use for him to try to cross the country thus closely pnrsued by his enemies. “All night he lay hidden ; the next day he walked twelve miles across the mountains to an Indian village where he hoped to get a horse. It was dark when he reached it. Cautiously lie opened the door of the hut of one whom he knew well. The Indian was preparing poisoned arrows; fixing one on the string and aiming at the door, he called cut, angrily, ‘Who is there ?’ “ ‘lt is I, Antonio.’ “ ‘Don’t make a sound,’ whispered the Indian, throwing down his arrow, springing to the door, coming out and closing it softly. He then proceeded to tell him that the Americans had offered a reward for his head, and that some of the Indians in the rancheria were ready to betray or kill him. While they were yet talking, again came the sound of the Americans’ horses’ hoofs galloping in the distance. This time there seemed no escape. Suddenly Don Anto nio, throwing himself on his stomach, wriggled into a cactus patch near by. Only one who has seen California cactus SUMMERY I ILK, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, JANUARY 1(5, 1884.’ thickets can realize the desperateness of this act. But it succeeded. The Indian threw over the old cactus plants an old blanket and some refuse stalks and reeds; and there ouco more, within hearing of all his baffled pursuers said, the hunter! man lay, safe, thanks to Indian friendship. The crafty Indian assented to all the Americans proposed, said that Dou Antonio would lx- sure to be caught in a few days, advised them to search in a certain ranohoria which he described, a few miles off, and in an opposite direction from tlio way in which he intended to guide Don Anto nio. As soon as the Americans had gone, he bound up Antonio's feet in strips of raw hide, gave him a blanket ind an old tattered hat, the best his stores afforded, and then led him by a long and difficult trail to a spot high up in the mountains where the old women of the band were gathering acorns. By the time they reached this place, blood was trickling from Antonio’s feet and legs, aud be was well-nigh fainting witli fatigue and excitement. Tears rolled down the old women’s cheeks when they saw him. Some of thorn had been ser vants in his father's house and loved him. One brought gruel; another bathed his feet; others ran in search of healing leaves of different sorts. Bruis ing these in a stone mortar, they rubbed him from head to foot with the wet filler. Ail liis pain and weariness van ished as by magic. His wounds healed, and in a day he was ready to set off for home. There was but ono pony in the old women’s camp. This was old, vicious, blind of ono eye, and with one ear cropped short; but it looked to Don Antonio far more beautiful than the gay steed on which he had ridden away from Los Angeles three days before. There was one pair of ragged shoes of enormous size among the old women’s possessions. These were strapped ou his feet by leather thongs, and a bit of old sheepskin was tied around the pony’s laxly. Thus accoutered and mounted, shivering in his drawers under his single blanket, the captain and flag-benror turned his face homeward. At the first friend’s house lie reached he stopped and begged for food. Some dried meat was given to him, and a stool on the porch offered to him It was the house of a dear friend, aud the friend’s sister was his sweetheart. As he sat there eating his meat the women eyed him curiously. One said to the other, ‘How much he looks like Antouio !’ “At last the sweetheart, coming nearer, asked him if lie were ‘any relation of Don A utonio ?’ “ ‘No,’ he said. “dust at that moment his friend rode up, gave one glance at the pitiful beggar sitting on his porch, shouted his name, dashed toward him, and seized him in his arms. Then was a great laughing and half weeping, for it had been ru mored that lie had been taken prisoner by the Americans. “From this friend he received a wel come gift of a pair of trowscra, many inches too short for his legs. At the next house his friend was os much too tall, and his second pair of gift trowsers ha<l to Ire rolled up in thick folds around his ankles. “Finally, he reached Los Angeles in uifety. Halting in a grove outside the town, he waited till twilight before en tering. Having disguised himself in the rags which he had worn from the Indian village, he rode boldly up to the porch of his father’s house, and in an impudent tone called for brandy. The terrified women liegan to scream; but his young est sister, fixing one piercing glance on his face, laughed out gladly, and cried: “ ‘You can’t fool me, you are Anto nio.’ ” —The Century. Dishonest Tension Claim Agents. District Attorney Corkliill in Wash ington has written a letter to Secretary Teller on the fraudulent transactions of certain pension claim agents, in which he proposes to make a thorough inves tigation of the charges made bv thoso who have been the sufferers. He say? he has become satisfied that the Grand Jury of the District should give these complaints a thorough investigation, so that innocent men may not be subject to uujust imputations and the guilty may be brought to answer them. He thinks the character of the enormous frnnds which are being perpetrated upon applicants for pensions by certain claim agents of Washington will, if the alle gations made are sustained by the evi dence, surprise the public. In conclud ing the letter the District Attorney says:— “The persons defrauded are poor and comparatively helpless and form a class to whom the country owes special protection. If the representations made to me concerning the devices used to de fraud them ef their little earnings are true, they rival in cunning the artifices of the most experienced swindlers who practice three-card monte and similar games. If nothing else were accom plished by the investigation it would at least warn soldiers and their widows and orphans of their danger and prevent iu future their being swindled of their money, and it will vindicate honest agents from unjust suspicion.” A tendeb conscience is an inestima ble blessing; that is, a conscience not only quick to discern what is evil, but instantly to shun it, as the cyclic! closes itself against a mote. SEAL DOW BROWS SARCASTIC. hitriit'la From mi IIIInnIM Lrilrr From ih Fmher ol the lUaluo l.u> Neal Dow writes as follows :—ln Il linois, as iu all the West, the burning question just now is : “What shall wc ilo with the saloons?” The politicians here, ns in other States, look at it care fully on all sides, very much as a child would examine a pnreupiue with quills erect and defiance in its eye. With them (the politicians) it is a study how not to touch it, being sure to be pricked which ever way they may take it. In this Stnto it iH “high license,” the law providing that no saloon shall be per mitted for a less sum than SSOO a yenr, but the municipalities may increase this sum indefinitely. In Decatur the talk >s to raise the saloon fee to $1,500, which it is said the saloons can very well afford to pay, since the “business” is amazingly profitable in many ways. No grocers are allowed to sell liquors of any kind, and the saloons are run on the most scientific plan and with a great deal of skill aud enterprise, such us is displayed iu other branches of trade, with a view of expanding it aud making the most of it. The success has been very great in this line. A gentleman told me, by way of illustration, of three large estates in a town here that went into liquidation within three or four years after the saloons turned their attention to them. The proprietors died one of them leaving a son of 21 years, the only heir, the others leaving two sous each. The saloons cultivated the acquaintance of these young men so suc cessfully that withiu five years their estates had changed owners, the saloons being so much the richer, while the nice young men were stripped of every pen ny. The young man who was solo heir to his father’s large property died at 25 years of age at the house of an uncle where he had been sheltered for a year, the uncle paving the funeral expenses. The saloons can very well afford to pay $1,500 a year for the permission and protection of law iu carrying ou their most respeotable business. It is highly respectable, because no one is allowed to engage in it without a certificate that he is a man of most respeotable and excel lent character. Tom, Dick, and Harry may sell flour, shoes, cloth or hardware, but they cannot keep a saloon-—none but the best men are allowed to do that, the purpose of tlio law being to mako the trade respeotable ami honorable, as it is useful. FORTUNES OUT OF THE EARTH, Albany Fiirnlnliiii* the Nimil for Million* of .Molds. A large proportion of the molding sand consumed in the foundries of tlio United States is dug out of the bills of Albany county. It is said that every thing in soluble metal, from a Krnpp gun to a heel plate for a lady’s shoo, has been cast in Albany sand. Quantities of it have been exported as ballast. The annual shipment of sand obtained here abouts from this city is estimated at from 75,000 to 100,000 tons, the price paid for it, delivered on hoard the cars or boats, being about $1.25 per ton, making a business involving an annual revenue of SIOO,OOO. Two-thirds of the whole product goes out of Albany by water, the sloops which bring stone and lumber to this port usually returning with a cargo of sand. There is a demand for the sand which can scarcely tie sup plied, the beds in other sections of the country from which the consumers have drawn for years having become ex hausted. Tiie sand excavated in Albany has, too, a reputation which no other [Kissesses. It has what molders call “ life," a quality which adapts itself to all climates and conditions. It is also cleaner and finer than most other sands. Castings turned out of it need compara tively little dressing. It is found below the surface usually, at the depth of three or four feet. It lies in strata averaging from two to eight inches in thickness, one above the other. Property on which sand veins are known to exist sells at from $125 to SSOO per acre. The soil after the sand is removed does not depreciate for agricultural uses. Dealers more fre quently buy the privilege of excavating the sand at a stipulated price, leaving the owner the property really undis turbed at the end. The process of re moving the sand is very simple. Section by section the sand is taken out from beneath the superficial soil, which is then allowed to drop until the whole field has been lowered to a depth corre sponding to the thickness of the layers of soil. The sand diggers extract the material as dexterously as a clever boy will scoop the apples out of the crust of a pie. Hundreds and hundreds of acres in this county have undergone this pro cess without apparent injury to the value of the land for other purposes.— Albany Journal. Fannie B. Ward wbites from Saltillo that at whatever hour a person dies in Mexico, it is customary to appoint the funeral just twenty-four hours later, and that 8S the mortality is greatest all over the world at night the most of the funer al ceremonies in Mexico are performed at night, no women being permitted to attend. The poor hire the coffins in in which their dead are borne to the grave. Si Louis girls complain that General Sherman's lips have beoowe calloused. WASHINGTON MONUMENT. A TIC 11* TO Til K TOP OF TIIK I.OFTIIC*T NTKK TI KK IN AMKKHA. Tbf llrl*lit ul 410 Fen Already Attained and 140 Feet to he Added The ttlrvatloM •I Other l.ot'ty Tower* mid Hnildlnia. The Washington monument is finished to a height of -ill) feet, at wliioh it will remain till the work is resumed in the spring. There is yet to be added 140 feet Ivefore the shaft is completed,but even now the smooth white pillar is the loftiest artificial elevation on this conti nent, and, with twelve or thirteen ex ceptions, on this planet. When com pleted it will be the highest structure of human hands in the world. Washing ton will then lie not only first iu war, first in peaco, and first in the hearts of his countrymen, but also first in the height of his monument. Since the column has grown to such an altitude it his attracted visitors in orowds, who besiege Col. Casey for passes to enablo them to asoeud the elevator that, hoists the blocks of marble. To the great delight of the sightseers and the hindrance aud vexation of the masons, such passes are issued. Among I he visitors recently was a group consist ing of a learned mathematician, two ladies, and a reporter of The Sun. When tlio party arrived at the foot of the monument its noble proportions were seen in their full impressiveness. One does not oomprehend the towering height of the marble till ho Btands at the base and glances upward. Then it looks its full altitude, aud the visitor begins to understand the journey about to be made in the platform ear. The mathematician, as we stood at the base, explained the nature of the trip. “We shall he,” ho said, “nine minutes going up, or forty-five feet to the minute. We can thus oasily deter mine as wo go up the height of rival ele vations. ” The car presently came in sight, slowly descending with a load of sight scch who looked much relieved as they stepped off the platform and separated. Two empty freight cars were then shunted off on a tiny side track, and in llioir place two other trucks loaded with massive blocks of marble wore rolled upon the platform. The visitors hud dled about them while the conductor collected the passeß. Then lie gavo a sign. “Oh, wo are moving 1” oried oue of the ladies, grasping oue of the blocks very firmly. All of tlio party seemed a little nerv ous, for we wore in for it now. If any thing broke in the next ten minutes there would ho no help for ns. One or two of the youug men affected levity, but it was so baldly artificial that it in creased the thoughtfulness of the others. The mathematician alone maintained liis composure. He had braced himself against one of the uprights of the skele ton elevator, and was holding his watch iu ono hand and in the other a card he had prepared giving the heights of vari ous structures. A jar, a nervous start, or carelesss movement would have pre cipitated him into the abyss. But to this quiet man of science the accidental surroundings save as they bore on the subject under investigation were of no consequence. We had been passing smoothly and noiselessly upward for two minutes. The frivolous young man had relapsed into silence; the young ladies clung to the blocks and the reporter clung to tlio young ladies. Nothing woh heard but the dripping of the moisture as it oozed down the clammy walls. It became dark, and the air was sepulchral. Alto gether, it was an uncanny ride. Suddenly tho savant broke the silance. In a dry, clear, composed voice he remarked: “We have scarcely begun our trip, but we are now ninety feet bigli, or above all the houses in towu. In another moment wo shall he among the steeples.” “Indeed 1” remarked one of the young ladies, trying to look interested, hut re laxing her hold on the marble. “How high is Trinity Church steeple?” asked one of the frivolous young men, subdued into docility and respectful modesty by his snrroundings. “We will come to that iu time,” said the orderly man of science. “The first btation on our perpendiculai railroad is Fisa. Here we are; Leaning tower of Pisa, 179 feet. “I guess I’ll get out here, said one of the empty-headed young men. “Can’t stop, this is a through train,” said the conductor of tho elevator, gravely. The ladies laughed uneasily at this by-play while the platform car moved on its skyward way and the professor scanned his card for the next elevation. “Here are a group of stations. Yon will be obliged to look quick as wo pass to see them at all : Montreal—Notre Dame cathedral, 220; Bunker Hill monument, 221; Notre Dame de Paris, 224.” “Indeed 1” exclaimed the young ladies, after which silenoe settled on the group for another very long minute. The company began to lie afraid that the savant had forgotten his notes or had tumbled off. But at the right in stant his calm voice was heard again. “Six minutes. We have just passed over the Marent trestle on tho Northern Paoifio, 266 feet, and are at the Minaret NO. 52. the Fill-She t’ah, at Soochow, is below us at about 250 feet. Now we are pass ing the campanile at Florence, 292, and here comes the top of tho Capitol, 1107 feet.” “Why, how very interesting,” re marked tho young ladies, flinging tighter than ever to the blocks of mar ble. There was a little slinking of tho platform, aud one of the blithe youug men declared that it was caused by the trembling of the other youug man, but this he denied witii a painful effort at hilarity. “Oli, we’ro almost there,” exclaimed one of the ladies looking up. “Yes,” replied one of the youug men, glancing over the edge, “but it’s a deep hole down to the bottom.” This was a most superfluous remark, and dispelled at once tho cheerfulness of the group. The scientist alone was unmoved. “Eight minutes : Milan Cathedral. 355; the Shoemadoo pagoda at Pegu, 361; Bt, Paul’s, 365; Hotel de Ville, Brussels, 370; Lubeek Cathedral, 395. Here we are, Antwerp Cathedral, 402; Washington monument at present, 410.” “Oh ! oh I” exclaimed the young ladies, springing oil' the car and getting at once in the way of t’ e workmen. The views were, indeed, novel and grand. The peculiarity of tho outlook as compared with others from a similar height at once became apparent, and im pressed every visitor. This is the entire nbnenoe of anything to break the preci pice that falls in one sheer plunge to the ground. It is a test of the nerves to look down over tho edge, and we were all thankful for the wide net rigged around the sidos. All were admiring ilie scene when the admiring exclamations were broken in upon by the calm voice of the Professor: “There are still* higher towers,” ho said, “such ns the chimney of tho chemical works at Glasgow and the groat pyramid, each 450 feet; Bt. Peter’s, 455; and the Cologne Cathedral, 511.” “Indeed!” exclaimed tho .young ladies, hut their attention was now dis tracted by the beauties of nature and the statistics fell on deaf ears. They therefore turned their hacks on the mathematician and let tho frivolous young mon point out the various objeots of interest while he retired from the edge and interrupted the busy superin tendent to ascertain the distance of the horizon and the pressure of the monu ment per square foot on tho base. Peter Cooper’s Sympathy. Mrs. Busan N. Carter, the head of the Woman’s Art School of the Cooper In stitute, contributes an anecdotal paper to the December Century, in which she says of Mr. Cooper’s aims: “ ‘All I want,’ he said, ‘is, that these poor women shall earn decent aud respectable livings, and especially that they shall be kept from marrying bad husbands. ’ “This subject of unhappy marriages seemed to boa very promineut one in Mr. Cooper’s mind. That women were often imposed upon, were ill-used and broken down, he had alively conviction; and all liis chivalry and sense of fatherly protection were enlisted to save them, so far as ho could, from these ordinary misfortunes. While the world is now occupied with the question of what women can be taught, their ‘higher ed ucation,’ and many kindred subjects, Mr. Cooper's acute genius discovered, as by intuition, many years ngo, the rela tion of women of the middle class to so ciety, to industries, and tho family. He saw that many of them could not marry, and he realized what must be the forlorn position of a number of eldorly daugh ters of a poor man. He had noted the dangerous likelihood of giddy, ignorant young girls marrying anybody for a home, even if tho men they married were dissipated or inefficient; and he had the tenderest pity for poor widows or deserted wives. Ho talked many times, and at groat length, on these subjects, and all circumstances and any sort of incident brought up this desire of his heart, to liolp women to lie happy, in dependent and virtuous. “One of the last times ho was at the school, and while a celebrated New York clergyman was giving a course of Lenten lectures to women, Mr. Cooper, with his face all animated with his feeling about it, said: ‘Dr. is of the wealthy class, and he has been used to deal with wealthy women. The world does not look like the same place to him that it does to me. If he could be In my place for a month, and read the letters I get from poor and suffering women, he would think that it would be best to have them taught anything which they could learn to enable them to lessen all this trouble.’” It is certainly no bad thing to be a “chef.” Leading men cooks in New York city receive very satisfactory emo lument. One large hotel pays $3,600 a year to the head of the kitchen, and another leading house $3,000, and these sums are in addition to board, lodging and wine, while ono large hotel not only pays $3,000 yearly to the “chef,” but also provides his clothes, made by a first rate tailor. Two thousand dollars iH the least sum ever accepted liy a recognized “chef,” and assistant cooks, who, poor fellows, do most of the work, receive from $65 to $125 per month without Iviurd Whateveb difference there may ap pear to be In men’s fortunes, there is still a certain compensation of good and ill iu all. that makes them equal. THE HUMOROUS PAPERS. WHAT \VK FIND IN THEM TO BMJLB OVER. TF.N (TEXTS AND A MORAL. Hero is a silver (lime, niy son ; lead... like lead, it is blackened so; Not a bit like the siiiniug ono I dropped in my pocket a week ago. Dingy ? Yes. Don't von think it strange It should lose its sheen in so short s timo? Would you like to know bow came this change For t)ie worse to a brutal-new silver dime? The cause Is simple and easily told, lint lay it to heart, O son of mine I See if it docs not ft moral hold For a bright, brave hoy with a w islt to shine, I draw from my pocket's copper cent— See, there is the secret: the silver dime, Dropped in this pocket hy accident, Has nibbed against copper all this time. And tho cent is never a whit more white Nor improved at ail hy its company, While the silver dime comes out less bright, And its value is questioned, as you see. Now the moral for boys is very clear. You see it, my sou '/ Well, lay it to heart And see, I drop the silver here, * And ilie copper there; let them be apart. TIIK BOV'S SOLILOQUY. Oil. yes, tho moral is clear as day, But I thought I w as going to got that dime ; He gives me the moral—that’s dad’s way— And pockets the money every time. AN ANCIENT ANIMAT,. New Yorker—“ Talking about old horses, the oldest one in America lives in my State.” Philadelphian—“Whatis his age?” New Yorker—“lt cau bo reliably placed at forty-three years ; an ex-treas urer of Richmond county says ho be lieves the animal's age is not under for ty-five years.” Philadelphian—“You don’t sny so? I should like to seo that horse. What street-car line is he on ?” — Philadelphia Call. RECOGNIZED IT. Just previous to tho opening of a late mocting of the Lime- Kiln Club tho Keeper of the Sacred Relics invited nil present to enter the museum and gnzo upon a reiic just re ceived from Meridian, Miss., iu the shape of an old-time plantation hoe. Nearly every member of the club tried bis best to recognize the hoe as “de worry one" he used to work with thirty years ago, and more than one was affected to tears. The gentleman who so kindly presented tho relic has the thanks of theclub.— Detroit Free Press. Tint HAULS HE WILL GO TO. “Hello, Beaky 1” said young Yeast to his friend Crimsonlieak, meeting at the club tho other evening. “Are yon go ing to any of the halls this winter ?” “Oh, yes, I expect to,” answered Crimsonlieak, taking his friend by the hand. “Which ones are yon going to?” con tinued Yeast. “Well, if the present state of my ex chequer continues,” replied Crimson beak, noticing tho dilapidated condition of liis clothes, “I expect to go to the three gilt halls.”— Yonkers Statesman. SOMETHING MORE USEFUL. “I say, Matilda,” snarled Mr. Pom granate, “can’t you do something more useful than to study the fashion jour nal ?’’ “Well, yes,” answered Mrs. Pomgran ate, “I was just thinking that I could do something else.” “And what is it, pray?” “I will dress according to it, if you will allow me the money.” “I have already made enough allow aiiees for your vanity and frivolity,” was the brutal reply of the Austin husband A UHtin Siflings. CRUSHED. “How stupid lam,” said Birdie Mc- Hennepin, languidly, executing at tho same time quite a respectable yawn act.. “That’s true,” remarked Gus De- Bmitli, rather impulsively. “Sir I” exclaimed Birdie, “you are impertinent.” “But you yourself just now assorted that you were stupid.” “I only said so without thinking,” said Birdie, petnlently. “Yes, and up to tho time you spoke I hail only thought so without saying it.” Hang crape on the door of Miss Birdie. Another lover scratched off the list of one of the Austin belles.— Texas Sift ings. ONLY ON THE STAGE. “What is this?” “This, my dear, is a star actor.” “Why does ho throw his arms in the air, and then slap his hips with his hand anil sav, ‘Mo heart is broken’ ?” “Oh, that is merely tho play.” “Then his heart is not broken?” “Not quite.” “Why does ho say ‘me heart’ instead of ‘my heart’ ?” “Because he doesn’t know any bettei, child. He has not studied English suffi ciently to distinguish between the objec tive and possessive eases.” “Shall I say ‘mo heart,' ‘me shoes,’ ‘me gloves’ ?” “If yon uo, my dear, I shall have to flog you.” Sojourner Truth lived in the out skirts of Battle Creek, Mich., in a plain story-and-a-half house, set well back from the street. Two well-worn hitch ing posts and numerous wheel-tracks at tho side of the nnpaveil streets showed that she bad many visitors. She was cared for in her helpless age liy her two daughters, Elizabeth and Diana. The house was Sojourner’s own property, and her income was derived from the sale of books and pictures. A visitor a few weeks ago found her bolstered up in bed, her head covered with a cap, and so fallen upon her breast that her face was not visible. But when made aware of the visitor’s presence she quickly raised her head, displaying a wrinkled and emaciated face, but eyes of wonderful brightness. Her mind seemed clear as ever, but her speech was feeble and indistinct. To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds every honr a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again,