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NOTES AND COMMENTS.
According to the official returns of
the Health Department of New York
there were reported in the ten years end
ing with 1883, 34,697-csses of diphthe
ria, of which over 15,000 proved fatal.
A clergyman in Wisconsin helped to
: defeat a candidate for public office by
j asserting that his business—that of rum-
Belling—was disreputable. A jury will
now decide whether the reverend gentle
man’s remarks were libellous.
In a limestone quarry, in Carters
ville, Ga., there was found, at a depth
of sixty feet, a human jaw-bone of great
size, in a perfect state of preservation.
It was full of teeth, all of which were
found. A few feet lower down numer
ous human bones were found, as well as
the bones of a cave bear.
Measles is a survival of an evil cus
tom of remote ancestors. The disease
was generated in the earliest ages, say
the physicians, among children whose
skins were never washed and were also
irritated by swaddling clothes, while
they lived in badly ventilated and over
crowded huts and generally upon bad
food.
Joaquin Miller writes that he has
ound in New Orleans the noblest wo
man he ever saw, and he professes to
have “seen the world well.” She was
born to wealth, received a careful edu
cation, traveled extensively in Europ?,
and at length became poor. She now
keeps a little shoe store and works with
her father and sister at making the
stock.
Ah Ti, of La Porto, Cal , is the
wealthiest Chinaman in America, having
a modest 82,000,000 to his credit. His
family consists of a wife and six children,
and he has scut them back to the Celes
tial kingdom to live permanently,
whither Ti will follow them as soon as
he settles up his business. He made
his money in the minesand in trade, and
is going home to enjoy it.
Persian carpets are rarely large, be
cause they are chiefly woven, says a
consular report from Teheran, by the
women and children of the peasantry in
the villages. Tlius, a countryman will
have a rug made in his own house, and
when it is done he takes it to the nearest
town and sells it for what it will fetch.
Os late years, however, much larger
carpets have been made for the foreign
market.
Some of the researches lately made by
English explorers in regard to de< p-st-a
beds have led to the belief that there
are no rough ridges, abrupt- chasms, no ■
bare rock, and that the sea bottom at
great depths is not affected by currents
or streams—even by those of the magni
tude of the Gulf Stream—its general
appearance rather resembling that of the
American prairies, and it is everywhere
covered by a kind of mud.
“San Francisco,” says an inhabitant,
“has not been a clean city from the day
of its foundation. There is Oriental
dirt and Occidental dirt. It has come
to be a foreign city. Merchandise tills
the sidewalks, and in many places
crowds the pedestrian into the street.
Offal is thrown there. The six months’
tradewinds of summer and the six
months’ rain are the sanitary agents
which keep watch and ward over the city. ”
In New South Wales rabbits are so
numerous in one district it cost so much
to clear the pests that no money was left
in the treasury to keep the roads in re
pair. The rabbits could be counted by
thousands. As if these pests were not
enough, the elephant beetle put in an
appearance. These insectseat the young,
tender buds clean out of the grape vines.
Children were employed to pick them
at the rate of 25 cents per thousand, and
1,200,000 beetles wore destroyed.
Key West, which has a population of
15,000, is one of the most peculiar in
the world. It has no chimneys, no
show windows, no brick blocks, no fine
buildings, no planing mills, no steam
mills, no machine shops, no farmers
driving in with loaded teams, no country
roads, no railroads, no rattle of ma
chinery, no noise of a' y kind, except
the beating of the waves against the
coral-bound shores, and vet, for its
size" <l.. -a large manufacturing and
shipping business.
Only a Half Brother.
During the administration of Pierce
there was an anniversary of the Anti-
Slavery Society at the Broadway Taber
nacle, and William Lloyd Garrison pre
sided. The late Capt, Bynders at
tended, and when Garrison made an
attack on Zachary Taylor, the Captain
jumped on the stage and, seizing Garri
son by the collar, said :
“If you say that again I shall throw
you off the platform.”
He then asked if free speech was al
lowed, and Garrison said it was. Capt.
Bynders turned toward the audience,
which was half white and half black,
and made a short speech, in which he
set up the theory that the negro was de
scended from the monkey, and only
partially developed as a man. Frederick
Douglass, who was a fine-looking young
man, and a head taker than Bynders,
stood up beside him and said be would
leave it to the audience which was the
ape and which the man. Capt. Bynders
replied that D mglass was half white.
“Oh, then, I am only your half
brother,” retorted Douglass.
His Tandem Team.
It is a cold day when some paper does
not have a paragraph about Mr. Living
stone, a citizen of the United States, but
now living in Florence, Italy. Mr. Liv
ingstone used to go out riding in a
coach drawn by twenty horses; but being
forbidden to do that by the authorities,
he hitches the twenty horses tandem
fashion to three carriages, the first of
which is driven by himself, the second
by his son and the third by a coach
man. In this way Mr. Livingstone has
his fun, and vindicates his right to drive
as many houses as he wishes. The
American citizen abroad is not to be
trifled with.
Q?iijettc.
VOL XII. SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, MARCH 4, 1886. NO. 7.
THE OUTSIDE DOG.
You may sing of your dog, your bottom dog
Or of any dog that you please;
I go for the dog, the nice old dog,
That knowingly takes his ease.
And wagging his tail outside the ring,
Keeping always his bone in sight,
Cares not a pin in his sound old head
For either dog in the fight.
Not his is the bone they are fighting for,
And why should my dog sail in
With nothing to gain, but a certain clianco
To lose his own precious skin ?
There may be a few, perhaps, who fail
To see it quite in ttiis light;
But when the fur flies I had rather be
The outside dog in the fight.
I know there are dogs, injudicious dogs,
That think it quite the thing
To take the part of one of the dogs,
And go yelping into the ring.
But I care not a pin what all may say
In regard to the wrong or the right,
My money goes as well as my song,
For the dog lhat keeps out of the fight.
—PhUadelphia Call
FOUND.
A trim New England kitchen, with its
floor of knotty uneven pine boards
scoured to a snowy wiiiteness, the red
brick hearth reflecting back the gleam
of the crackling hickory logs and the
dresser full of glittering tins, put math
ematically straight, after the evening
meal—this was the scene upon which
the autumn sun glowered redly for an
instant through the narrow window
panes, ere it went down behind a bank
of slate-colored clouds in the West—
and Miss Jemima Buxford, glancing up
at the clock on a little wooden shelf be
tween the windows, saw that it was
half-past five o’clock !
“Bless me how the time does go on 1”
said Miss Jemima. “And it don’t seem
as if I accomplished nothin', what with
runnin’ arter your everlastin’ whims,
Ebenezer 1”
Ebenezer Buxford, his autocratic
sister’s senior by twenty good years,
looked deprecatingly up from his
cushioned nook in the chimney corner—
a week, feeble-kneed old man, with
scanty gray hairs brushed into a meek
little wisp on the top of his head, watery
blue eyes, and a complexion like well
cured parchment.
“I know I’m a deal o’ trouble, Jemi
my,” said the old mau apologetically,
“but I try not to make any more than I
can help I”
“No, you don’t neither!” snapped
Jemima. “I hain’t no patience with
your old pipe and your everlastm'
smoke, smoke, smokin’, till we all smell
like an old bar-room, and there ain’t a
curtain in the house that don't tell its
own story. I tell ye what, Ebenezer
Buxford, you’ve just got to leave off that
mis’able habit 1”
Ebenezer shrank instinctively at the
hard, cruel tone.
‘ ’But—J emimy ”
“I’m in earnest, Ebenezer I”
“But Ellen Dennison says—”
“I don't care two snaps o’ my finger
what Ellen Dennison says—a pert minx,
just as full o’ airs and graces as her
mother was afore her, though she was
my own sister. If Ellen chooses to
make a fuss over you and indulge you
in every whim, I don’t—that’s ail there
is to it! I ain’t going to have this
smokin’ going on. You’ve just got to
quit it 1”
“I might as well quit livin’, Jemima
For forty-seven year—”
Miss Jemima, however, did not stay
to hear the end of the speech, but burst
ont of the room, muttering to herself
sentences of which the import boiled
little good.
“He’ll be right-down vexed, though ?’
thought the spinster, “when he knows
I’ve sold them there packets of Virgiu
ny tobacco he brought home on his last
sea voyage. It’s odd a man can keep
voyagin’ to furrin parts all his life and
not lay up no money, arter all. But
F .enezer never was savin’ like the rest
■ >’ the Bnxfords 1”
And Jemima went up stairs to rum
mage in an old red chest where she
kept her treasures, for a hank of mixed
yarn to finish a pair of socks she had on
hand.
Old Ebenezer waited patiently by the
kitchen fire the while, until he heard a
light footstep on the door stone without,
and his face brightened as Ellen Denni
son came in.
She was a tail, fresh-complexioned
girl, with a face which, if not’absolntely
pretty, was pleasing, and a light figure
whose grace was patterned atter tne
waving rushes by the riverside and the
tall young elms in the meadow below.
“Well, uncle 1” she said, cheerily.
“I’ve been waitin’ for you, Ellen,”
the old man whispered, beckoning her
to come close to him. “She —she won t
bring me no more baccy, and I haven t
had a whiff sir.ee four o’clock.’
E.len bit her lip.
“I’ll bring you some at once, Uncle
Eben.”
“There ain’t none left in the tin box 1”
went on the old man, detaining her with
-.; grip of her neat calico dress. “You 11
I have to go to the packet o’ blue paper in
j the corner cupboard up stairs—the gen
uine stuff I brought from old Virginny
vears and years ago, when I warn’t the
old wreck lam now ! Get the top pack
age, N o.—tne top one, remember! ’
“Yes, UncleJ”
And away tripped Ellen, carrying her
righted candle through the gloomy eu-
Iries, like a rustic embodiment of Dawn
bearing her herald star I
Miss Jemima met her at the head of
ffie first flight of wooden, uucarpeted
steps,
“Where are you going, Ellen Denni
son ?”
"To get some tobacco for Uncle Eben
ezer 1”
“There ain’t none left!”
“Yes, there is—in the packet he
brought from Norfolk in the Lively
Sally 1”
“Hut I tell you there ain’t 1” reiterated
Miss Jemima; “I sold it yesterday—to
peddler that came along. He gave me
five dollars for it I”
“You sold it 1”
Miss Jemima nodded her head defi
antly.
“Yes, I sold it, and you needn’t stare
at mo as if I'd committed a State prison
offense, miss! I’d do the same thing
over again I I mean to break up Eben
i zer’s miserable trick o’ smokin’ an old
man that’s dependent on his relatives
for his daily bread hain’t no business
with luxuries like tobacco —and he'll -get
no more in this house?”
Ellen Dennison answered nothing, but
she turned and went quietly down-stairs,
with her cheeks flushed an indignant
scarlet.' Miss Jemima followed her.
“Uncle!” said the girl calmly, as the
>ld man raised his bleared, expectant
eyes toward her, “there is no tobacco
there.”
“I’ve sold it !” quoth Miss Jemima,
putting her arms akimbo.
“You’ve—sold —my tobacco! My
Blue Virginian brand ?”
“Yes, I have; and where’s the harm I’d
like to know ? I wasn’t goin’ to have it
clutterin’ up my cupboard no longer !
I ve sold it for five dollars.”
“Then,” said Ebenezer, with a sort
of stony calmness, “you’ve got just five
dollars for a pack of the best Blue Vir
ginia tobacco that was ever put into pipe
bowl and four hundred dollars in money,
that was in a tin box in the lowest pound
parcel but two. That’s where I’d stored
away my little savin’s. I thought they
would be safe there—but they warn’t, it
seems. You’ve had your own way,
J emima, and I hope you feel better !”
Miss Jemima’s lower jaw dropped.
“Sakes alive! why didn’t ye tell me
on it, Ebenezer Buxford ?”
“Because I didn’t choose.” said the
old man, bitterly. “I’m sorry on Ellen’s
account. I meant she should have a
little money of her own, but as for yon,
Jemimy, I’m free to say that I believe
it serves you right!”
Miss Jemima sank, rather than sat,
down on a low chair by the table, letting
her head fall into her hands. To the
grasping, avaricious old woman, to whom
a dollar seemed a bright idol to be wor
shiped ami bowed down before, this
loss was most disastrous, and none the
less so because it had been wrought
through her own secret, spiteful offi
ciousness. The tears, hard, salt and
bitter as the waters of the Dead Sea,
oezed one by one down her red eyelids
and fell on the table; a low, choking
sob, like the croaking bird of prey, broke
from her lips.
But, alas! her repentance had come
zoo late.
The autumn wore itself on, and when
the first snowflakes drizzled through the
dull, gray air, they buried old Ebenezer
Buxford under the leafless willows in
the country graveyard.
Aunt Jemima packed up her belong
ings and went with her niece to a dis
tant State, where they could buy a little
place and try to earn their living by
means of a market garden—and so they
dwelt for two or three years.
Jemima Buxford bad laid her plans to
keep her niece with her al ways. Ellen
was so bright and helpful and full of odd,
ever-ready resources, but Love sprang
into the scale opposite old Jemima, and
L >ve outweighed her. EUen promised
to marry George Stapleton, who had the
largest farm and the most substantial
farmhouse in all the neighborhood.
“So you are from Millowfield. Queer
jld place, that,” said George, one even
ing, as he sat on Miss Jemima’s door
step, meditatively chewing a straw “I
came through there once, years ago,
when I drove a peddler’s cart.’’
“Yon ! ’ echoed Ellen—“a peddler's
cart ?”
“Yes; that’s the way I laid the foun
dation of my fortunes, such as they are.
I didn’t always own a farm of four hun
dred acres. And the oddest thing hap
pened to me there. ”
Aunt Jemima put on her spectacles,
and stared hard at Mr. Stapleton, while
Ellen asked:
“What was it ?”
“Well, I stopped at a strange
out-of-the-way house under a hill,
to get a drink of water, one
morning, and a little old woman
with her face tied up with the tooth
ache, and a sunbonnet tipped down over
her nose, like an old witch ”
“Humph !” interjected Aunt Jemima.
“Come out,” pursued the unconscious
George, “and wanted me to buy a lot of
tobacco. Well, tobacco wasn’t exactly
in my fine, but the old woman was very
anxious obe rid of it, so I closed the
bargain ft five dollars; cheap enough,
but at p same time as much as I could
afford lz> pay. And I never opened the
packet until a month afterward, when I
was going up into the lumber districts,
where I expected to find a market for
that sort of thing. And here comes in
the queer part of my story. When I
was making up my pound packages of
tobacco into small parcels, suitable to
my trade, I found in one of them, tied
and papered like the rest, a tin box
with ”
“Four hundred dollars in bills in it!”
(airly screamed Aunt Jemima. “Yes, I
know. I sold you that ar’ tobacco!
And when you found you’d got what
was never intended for you, why didn’t
you bring it back ?”
“Gently, gently, Miss Buxford,” said
George Stapleton. “I did bring it back
the very next week, for although the
temptation to keep it was very strong,
yet it somehow lay heavy on my con
science. And when I got back the old
house was shut up, and not a soul in
the neighborhood could tell me where
the family had moved to I”
“And that’s true!” assented Aunt
Jemima, who had never lived on the
best of terms with her neighbors.
“Well, seein’ the money’s to come
back to tho family again—don’t blush
so, Ellen, I hadn’t said no harm ! But
I kind o’ wish I hadn’t sold the Blue
Virginny. Not for the money’s sake—
but my poor old brother, Ebenezer ”
And Aunt Jemima got up and went
into the house, while Ellon lifted her
softeyes to her lover’s face, saying;
“I feel as if Uncle Ebenezer had put
tho money into my hands, for he always
intended it to be mine, George 1”
"And I,” said George Stapleton,
“begin to believe in the old saying that
truth is stranger than fiction 1”
Feeding Sheep for Market.
In an address before the Indiana
Wool-Growers’ Association, Morris How
land, Marion county, considered the
subject of feeding sheep for market.
Following are, in brief, statements and
suggestions made by him and of general
interest:
The first thing in order to profit in
feeding sheep for the market is to so ar
range them in flocks that they will not
be to much crowded for space, and see
that they are about uniform in size and
condition. This depends much on
breeds. The large Cotswold and their
crosses will not bear so many together
as will the Southdown and their crosses,
neither will the Downs and their crosses
bear in numbers as many as the close,
compact Merinos, consequently it is es
sential that these facts be kept in mind
while sorting flocks for feeding.
The animals sorted, the next question
is what to feed. If one has a fine field
of rye or blue g rass it is not necessary
to bunch in as small bunches as when
confining sheep in a closed yard and
feeding on dry feed and roots. Next in
order comes the preparation of suffi
cient shed room to safely protect tho
animals from wind and storm, be that
in field or yard. That being done, the
next step is providing suitable racks
and troughs, in which the animals can
feed without waste of material. The rack
and trough recommended is a combined
affair, the hay and fodder being placed
in the rack and the trough so adjusted
that the finer portion slides down into
it.
When one has rye and blue grass,
nothing else is needed but good sound
corn, with the necessary salt; that fed
in proper quantities, the sheep will
thrive. When dry feed is depended on,
more care is required. Good clover hay
is a fair substitute for rye and blue grass,
with either oilcake or roots to supple
ment it, and shelled corn, as in the
other case. Water the sheep daily.
As to the quantity of grain, one must
be governed by the size of the sheep.
Begin with a small amount and increase
gradually, until you get them to the
point where they eat up clean; never
give so much food that some will be left
over.
Some growers clean the sheep yards
quite often. The preference is sooner
given to a good Jitter of straw every
day, thereby keeping teh yard clean and
making a better quality of manure,
Inch is no small item in the account.
Burned with Vitriol.
A warrant was taken out in Chicago for
the arrest of Joe Sheldon, a 15-year-old
lad, whom Mrs. Annie Umbrecht accuses
of almost incredible cruelty. Mrs. Um
brecht’s 13-year-old boy attends the
Scammon school. According to his
mother’s story, he came home from
school a day or two ago crying piteously
and holding his face in his hands. Mrs.
Umbrecht found the skin on the entire
right side of his face peeling off.
The lad said that Joe Sheldon and
another schoolmate, whose name he did
not know, had overtaken him after
school, and while the strange lad had
seized and held him, Sheldon applied a
liquid to the face of the struggling boy
which burned into his face and which is
said by his physician to have been
vitriol. It is said that young Sheldon
and his confederate have attempted the
same thing on other pupils during tho
past two weeks.
Diamonds. —Patti told the Boston
Herald that she had worn diamonds
worth 3300,000 the last time she sang in
“La Traviata” in New York, but that sht
supposed the audience thought her dress
was fronted with glass beads instead ol
gems. She had left most of the collec
lion m a safe deposit vault during hei
tour,
DISCUSSING THE TARIFF.
TaxcN and What they Are-How they Are
Collected.
There are tjyo kinds of taxes—direct
and indirect. One species of indirect
taxation is what is styled the “Internal
Bevenue,” which taxes domestic evils,
like the liquor trade, and yields the Go
vernment an immense sum.
But its favorite and most profitable
“indirect” device is the “Tariff.” Upon
certain products and manufactures
brought to our shores from other lands
it lays a'*‘duty,” or tax, and that duty
must be paid to the proper Government
officials (called “customs-officers,” or
“customjiouse officers”) before the
thing can be sold in this country. On
every pound of figs brought to this
country, the Government, through its
customs-officers, collects two cents.
Slates and slate-pencils from, abroad
must pay thirty cents for every dollar of
their worth. When you are buying
these things, remember you are paying
much more than actual values. A part
of the excess goes into tho treasury ol
the United States as a “duty,” or “in
direct tax”; for, of course, the dealer
who imports these articles includes this
extra cost in the price charged the pur
chaser. You little folk have perhaps no
idea how much you contribute every
year to defray the expenses of our grand
republic! Dolls and toys not made in
this country must pay forty-fivo cents
on every dollar of their value ! Bonnets,
hats, and hoods for men, women and
ohildren ; canes and walking-sticks;
brooms, combs, jewelry, precious stones,
musical instruments of all kinds, play
ing-cards, paintings and statuary—
these are all roughly jostled by this un
couth law.
I should state, however, that all ar
ticles from abroad are not taxed. There
is what is known as the “Free List,’
on which are placed certain imports
exempt from duty, suoli as nux vomica,
assafeetida, charcoal, divi-divi, dragon’s
blood, Bologna sausages, eggs, fossils,
and other articles ! But the great bulk
of important staples used in every-day
life does not come within this favored
class. Chemical products, earthenware
and glassware; metals, wood and wood
euwares; sugar, tobacco, provisions,
cotton and cotton goods; hemp, jute and
flax goods; wool and woolens; silk and
silk goods; books, papers, etc.; and sun
dries—thus reads the Tariff List.
This is what is called “Protection.”
That is, putting heavy duties on foreign
articles and commodities raises the price
of those foreign articles, and compels
people to buy, instead, those made and
produced by American industry,— St.
Nicholas for January.
—
Criminal Negligence.
Nothing, to the minds of careful
people, is so astonishing as the reckless
way in which some people care for the
necessary poisons which are kept in
every house. Instead of these being in
a separate clos >t, or even on a separate
shelf, from the simple remedies in the
family pharmacy, they stand side by side,
in bottles of similar shape, with the
most harmless drugs. The result is
that at short intervals the daily papers
record verdicts of “accidental poison
ing.” Not long since, a woman of
intelligence and position took, in mis
take for a mineral water which she was
in the habit of taking each morning, a
deadly poison, and died in agony in a
few hours. The poison had been put
in a bottle which had formerly contained
the mineral water. A nurse gave a
three-months’-old baby corrosive subli
mate for potash, and the baby died
after hours of intense suffering. A
mother gave a daughter carbolic acid
for a medicine left by a physician, and
only by almost superhuman efforts was
her life saved. In all the cases the
suffering and deaths were caused by the
criminal carelessness of the mother in
allowing poisons in places to which all
of the family had access.
Last week a woman took a paper of
potash for sugar from a closet, and
put it into the cups of coffee for her
family. They all drank enough of
coffee to be made seriously ill. “Mis
takes occur in the best-regulated fam
ilies,” but no excuse can be offered
for the carelessness that allows poisons
in places where they are of easy access.
Give them a special place under lock
and key.— Christian Union.
To Keep off Aliens.
Mr. Oates, of Alabama, has presented
co the U. 8. House tho Public Lands
Committee report on the bill to prevent
aliens and foreigners from acquiring or
owning lands in the United States. The
report says that certain noblemen of
Europe, principally Englishmen, have
acquired and now own, in the aggregate,
about 21,000,000 acres of land within
the United States, and that this alier
ownership will lead to a system of land
lord ism incompatible with the best in
terests and free institutions of the
United States. The foundation for such
a system, the committee add, is being
laid broadly in the Western States and
Territories. A considerable number of
the immigrants annually arriving in this
country are to become tenants and
herdsmen on the vast possessions, of
these foreign lords under contracts made
and entered into before they sail for our
shores.
THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS.
the ( otton-Bale Story Exploded—Generic
Jnckson’H Story of the Fight*
Gen. Harney has exploded one tradi
tion that was long connected with this
fight, which was that Americans fought
from behind breastworks of cotton bales.
“I asked Gen. Jackson, Gen. Adair and
Gen. Coffee, the latter having the imme
diate command of a brigade of the Ten
nessee and Kentucky shapshooters,
whose long rifles mainly did the work of
death, if there wore any cotton bales
used at all, and they all answered that
the only works the Americans had were
of earth, about two and one-half feet
high, rudely constructed of fence-rails
and logs laid twenty-four inches apart
and the space between them filled with
earth, and if there had been any works
constructed from cotton bales they must
have '—own it. In 18251 was promoted
to Captain in the First Infantry and
sent to Nashville, Tenn., to recruit for
my regiment. While there I met Gens.
Jackson and Coffee very often and ob
tained from the former many details of
the battle of Chalmette that are not in
print.
“ ‘There was a very heavy fog on the
river on the morning of the fight. ’ said
Gen. Jackson, ‘and the British troops
were actually formed and moving before
I had my arrangements made. But the
instant I saw their formation, I said to
Coffee, “By the Eternal, they are ours !”
Coffee’s part of our line was on the flank,
which extended into the swamp. About
a quarter of a mile from it there was a
huge plantation drainage canal, such as
are common in the Louisiana lowlands.
Here Gen. Packenham formed his first
attacking column. His formation was
a column in mass of about fifty files
front. This was formed under the fire
of the few regular artillerists I had in a
little redoubt in Coffee’s front, and that
of some cannon taken from a man of
war, placed in a battery on the river and
served by sailors. Coffee, seeing the di
rection of the attack, which was intend
ed to turn his flank, dashed forward and
said to his men, “Hold your fire until
you can see their belt buckles.” The
riflemen were formed in two ranks be
hind tho works mentioned, and when the
first rank fired the second was loaded
and ready. There were about eighteen
hundred men behind this frail cover, all
of whom were dead shots, and each had
100 bullets in his pouch and tho neces
sary powder in his horn. The British
troops came up to within 100 yards of
our work without firing a musket. It
was a beautiful sight to see. They
marched as steadily shoulder to shoulder
as though they were on review. At, 100
yards’ distance the order was given them
to charge. With a cheer and at double
quick they came forward. They were
about sixty yards distant when a long
blazing flash ran all along our line. It
was as pretty volley firing as I ever heard
or saw.
“ ‘The smoke hung so heavy that for
the moment I could not make out just
what had happened,’ said General Jack
son. Tn another instant there wan an
other sharp ringing volley that proved it
came from the riflemen. I called Tom
Overton and Duncan, of my staff’, and
we galloped over to Coffee’s lino. Just
then the smoke rose, and I saw that the
head of tho British column had literally
melted away. In front of our lines lay
one writhing, ghastly mass of dead and
dying red-coats. The colamu recoiled
and fell back toward the canal,
where they Pad started from and were
there reformed. This time the charge
was led by Gen. Packenham in person,
gallantly mounted and riding as coolly
and gracefully as if he was on parade.
Just as he came within range of my
riflemen I saw him reel and topple out
of his saddle mortally wounded. I have
always believed ho fell by the bullet of a
free man of color in the fight who was
a celebrated shot from the Attakapas
country of Louisiana.’”— Washingfon
Sunday Herald.
An Anxious Night.
In his article on “Shiloh,” which ap
pears in the February Century. Genera]
Grant describes the anxious night aftej
the first day of that battle. Ho says:
<‘The rain fell in torrents, and our
troops were exposed to the storm with
out shelter, I made my headquarters
under a tree a few hundred yards from
the river bank. My ankle was so much
swollen from the fall of my horse the
Friday night preceding, and the bruise
was so painful, that I could get no rest.
The drenching rain would have precluded
the possibility of sleep, without this ad
ditional cause. Some time biter mid
night, growing restive under the storm
and the continuous pain, I moved back
to the log-house on the bank. This had
been taken as a hospital, and all night
wounded men were being brought in,
their wounds dressed, a leg or an arm
amputated, as the case might require,
and everything being done to save life
or alleviate suffering. The sight was
more uuenduring than encountering the
rebel fire, and I returned to my tree in
the rain.”
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Hotel Fare.—A correspondent at
New Orleans writes that at one of the
hotels a rear room, four flights up, is in
voiced at 8-3.50 per day, a life-preserving
breakfast for 81-50, a dinner of moderate
proportions 82.50. And yet it was an
nounced that the hotels would not ad
vance their rates.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
STRAY NOTES THAT WE FIND IN
IN THEM THIS WEEK.
The Proper Time lo Call—Swenrluzr Off—
Hlh Umnnrried Daiinhters—A Clipper—
He Was HU Very Hard, Etc., Etc.
WHAT TO SAY.
The following story was related to the
writer by Peter B , who was super-
intendent of the Baptist Sunday-school
in Raleigh, North Carolina, for man’
years:
One day a peripatetic missionary beg
gar was permitted to address the school.
He recounted the usual stories about
heathen children, told of the missionary
efforts in foreign lands, and kept talking
at the restless little ones before him for
more than two hours. At last he said:
“And now, my dear ohildren, I have
told you all about those poor dear chil
dren and their needs in that far-off hea
then land. And now what more can I
lay?”
A bright-eyed little girl, who was
Ae.-.ied almost to distraction, eagerly
and quickly said to him:
“Please, mister, say Amen.”—Har
per's "Drawer."
SHE HIT HIM HARD.
It was late and she had been yawning
for half an hour, but he did not take the
hint.
“I see,” he said, “that Tennyson in
his drama speaks of men as God’s trees,
and women as God’s flowers. It is nat
ural that he should compare women to
flowers, but I cannot see why he should
compare men to trees.”
“I can,” she said.
“You can?”
“Yes; this is winter, ain’t it?”
“It is.”
“Well,” she said, with another yi wn
as she glanced toward the clock, “the
reason he compared men to trees is that
trees don’t leave till spring.”
He was on his way home a minute
later.— Boston Budget.
TOO SANGUINE.
As Dr. Blister was driving out in the
suburbs a lady ran out of a house, and
halting the doctor, asked:
“Doctor, how is old Mrs. Peters com
;ng on?”
“She’s a sick woman, but I think she
will pull through all right,” replied the
•loctor.
“You do I Why, her son-in-law, Bill
Smith told me there was no chance
whatever of her recovery."
“Well, you see he is a hopeful kind of
fellow. He always looks on the bright
side of thines.”—7’exa« Siftings.
HIS UNMARRHD DAUGHTER.
“You have daughters, have you not,
sir ?” said a minister to an old gentleman
with whom he had formed a casual ac
quaintance as a fellow-passenger.
The old gentleman essayed to answer,
but the question had strangely affected
him.
“I beg your pardon,” said the minis
ter, gently, “if I have thoughtlessly
awakened in your mind recollections of
a painful nature. The world is full of
sorrow, sir, and perhaps my question
recalls to your memory a fair, beautiful
girl, whose blossoming young life had
withered in its bloom. Am I not right
sir?”
“No, not exactly,” replied the old gen
tleman, sadly. “I have five unmarried
daughters, mister, an’ the youngest of
the lot is twenty-eight years old. ” — San
Francisco Ingleside.
SWEARING OFF.
“John, I thought you swore off,”
said a Fourth street woman to her hus
band the other evening.
“That’s right. I did.”
“Well, you took a drink of beer to
night. I can smell it on your breath.”
“That doesn’t count,” ho replied.
Next day she shone forth resplendent
In a bonnet.
“Mary,” expostulated the husband.
‘I thought you swore off buying bon
nets without my permission.”
“Yes, I know,” she replied archly,
“but this one doesn’t count”—Break
fast Table.
THE PROPER TIME TO CALL.
Mistress of the house—Who was at
the door, Bridget ?
Bridget—The butcher, mu’m, afther
bis money.
Mistress of the house—And did you
,ell him that I wasn’t at home ?
Bridget—Yis, mu’m.
Mistress of the house—What did he
say ?
Bridget —Shure, mu’m,an’ he axed me
whin ye wud be at home, an’ Oi tould
him that ye were “at home” on Thurs
days.— N. Y. Times.
HIGH-PRICED DRUGGISTS.
Friend: “I should think you would
know the prices of all drugs by this
time.”
Druggist: “Why, I do, of coursb.”
“Then how does it happen that after
you filled the prescription for that gen
tleman you spent such a time looking
over that book before you-could tell him
the price ? You wore trying to find out
the cost of the drugs, weren’t you ?’’
‘Oh ! no. I was looking over a com
mercial directory to find ont how much
he could afford to pay."— Philadelphia
Cal'
The Indian Wheat Crop.
The report of the American Consul at
Calcutta ought to be reassuring to wheat
growers in this country. The Indian
crop for 1884 amounts to 244,000,000
bushels, raised on 26,000,000 acres of
land—9 2-5 bushels to the acre. The
United States crop was 520,000,000
bushels, raised on 40,000,000 acres—l 3
bushels to the acre. The Delhi price is
80e. a bushel. The cost of transporta
tion from Delhi to Calcutta is 19|c. The
cost from Chicago to New York is about
15c. New,York is twice as near the Eu
ropean markets as Calcutta.
If wheat can be raised and sold in
Chicago at 80 cents a bushel, there can
be no competition between it and the
East Indian. As India has been looked
on by some as the great future rival of
the United States in wheat growing,
our prominence is not likely to be dis
puted successfully.