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A >rtl| Qeofgiai|, PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDA BELLTON, GA. BY JOHN BL ATS. Tebms— sl.oo per annum 50 oenta for six mouths - 25 oentaforthree months. rarliej away from Bellton aie requested to send their names with such amounts of money a, they can pare, from 2co. «o $1 SHE WAS RIGHT. BT 0. H. THATK*. She stands before her mirror, fair, In girlish innocence and grace, Pranaring with ingenious touch To heighten charma of form and face, rhe brushes with unsparing hand Her silken trusses, long and bright, For she assuredly intends To look her very best to-night. She quickly plaits the gleaming strands, And as the rose-hues tint her cheek, She says. “ He surely loves me, and T wonder why he does nnt speak'*” Then ss the braids are deftly placed, She curls in a Switching way The tiny locks that o’er her brow In negligent profusion stray. ■h leafy hud she nnw selects, Disposing it as if by chance Amid the curls, then bird-like give* A quick anti scrutinising glance. The pretty dimpling smiles reveal Her satisfaction at the sight. And then she sighs and murmurs low, “ I hope that he will speak tonight.” Fright gems are cl $ sped on neck and brow, The silken robe before unworn Is laced, and bows coquettishly Serve to embellish and adorn. And then-no, no. I’ll never tell The little secrets beauty knows To give the last enchanting toucn. From which she blossoms like the rose. "Fnough that, everv moment fair And fairer Uill indeed she seems, A sight the fairies might invoke To haunt our brightest, fondest dreams. 1 hen all equipped, e’en to the foot That gleams on Mt In from the floor, Rhe stands and lehurely surveys The charming figure o’er and o’er. No wonder that she smiles and nnds Back to the face she knows is fair; No wonder she her head uplifts With such a proud audacious air. Another look—"Ah, yes,” she says, 44 He will. I’m sure, propo e to-night;” Then gathering up her dainty robes. Bhe goes below, and— thtwat right f MY NIGHT LODGER. Every person said I was a queer little girt t can’t remember when they did not say that. But from all that I can learn, t was not a queer baby. I cried like any other child, and was quite as troublesome, so the queerness must have been acquired. I cannot discover wherein my queer ness lies; when I ask my friends, they say, “Why —well, you are different from other folks. ” A very clear and satisfac tory definition 1 This having the word “queer” at tached to my name used to annoy me; my dolls were the only specimens of hu manity to whom I confessed this. To them T confided all my secrets and my manifold trials. They were attentive lis teners—never interrupted me. There was Rosa, the very large one, she was my prime favorite, and—oh, there "were so many of them I cannot describe them. When I was eleven years.old our folks tried to make me think I was too old to play with dolls. I felt as though life would have no pleasure for me were my dolls taken from me. No one knowing how I loved them. T used to go to my room and, locking the door to keep my fun-loving brothers and sisters from in truding, I would play by the hour with my miniature family. Another favorite resort of mine was the garret It was full of boxes, barrels and chests, contain ing o*d papers, books and letters. Many rs the letters were very ancient, written by relatives of whom I had scarcely hea’-.1. There were letters from parents j children, from brothers to sisters, and love-letters. The latter interested me the most, although I thought they were rather silly. I suppose I could not ap preciate the height and depth, and length and breadth, of the tender pas sion. Filling my pockets with apples, I would take possession of the garret and some comfortable old chair, minus an arm or rocker, and there I would sit for hours, reading. I had a passion for ghost stories, and stories of robbers and pirates, although they used to frighten me terribly. When in the midst of a most frightful story, down would tumble a bundle of something from the rafters, making considerable noise, and leading me to imagine the ghosts and the robbers had stepped from the book to the garret. An old apple-tree stood by one of the windows; it had the greatest faculty for unearthly creaking and groaning, and the lightning-rod kept up a malicious racket. I declare it is a wonder I didn’t lose my senses, reading so much trash and hearing so many fearful sounds. But this has nothing to dp with my “ lodger.” I believe fam becoming gar rulous. In the first place, I must tell you papa was a rich farmer, and our neighbors were ‘ ‘ few and far between. ” When I was in my twelfth year papa and mamma made up their minds to take a pleasure trip to the far West. This was something unusual; they sel dom left home. Well, they went; and mv two sisters, two brothers and myself had a gay time “ keeping house.” One day, all except myself and our servant girl were invited to go to a din ner party. I confess I dreaded to have them go. “Kate, we will bring you any amount of candy.” said one. "Now. pet, you know you and Sarah can stay here just as well as not,” said another. “Don’t be a baby, Kitty,” said a third. Finally. I resignedly bade them “get ont of my sight.” Sarah and I were good friends; she told me stories and sang songs till I be gan to think it was quite a fine thing to be left at home. Tired of staying in the house, I saun tered down the front walk, and amused myself by indulging in a forbidden pleas ure —swinging on the gate. Look ing down the road, I spied a man coining along. I flew to the house, and, satisfied that he was coming in, I ran to Sarah. Seizing her dress with both hands. I exclaimed— The North Georgian. ’VOL. 111. “ Oh, Sarah ! there is a dreadful-look ing man coming into the house !” Sarah picked up the poker and walked to the door, while I, imitating her ex ample, snatched a stick of wood. Sud denly Sarah cried— “ You little goose I It is Bill Mc- Carty !” Sure enough, it was Sarah’s beau. Her mother was very sick, and McCarty was sent to bring Sarah home immedi ately. Here was a dilemma. Sarah didn’t want to leave me, and unless she stalled home then, she might not see her mother alive. It was nearly time for the rest of the folks to come home, so I managed to raise courage enough to say that I was willing to remain alone. In a few minutes Sarah was off. and I was left in possession of our great house, which never seemed so large to me be fore. I tried to read, but it was impossi ble; all the murder stories I had ever heard camo to my miud. I remembered that none of our doors could be locked. Papa, who had a few strange ideas, de clared that locks were a nuisance. I felt that I was doomed. I went out to the yard, and, to my dis may, discovered that the sky was over cast and a storm near at hand. I could see the rain coming; faster and faster it came; it was soon at the house. Oh, how it did rain ! On each side of our yard way a brook, pretty and peaceable in pleasant weather, but a very little rain trans formed them both into raging torrents. As I stood at the window I saw first one bridge, and then the other, swept off. I knew now that I must stay alone all night; it would be impossible for my brothers and sisters to get home. Travelers, or, as Sarah called them, “trampers,” often stopped at our house over night, as there was no public-honso near. To my horror. I now saw one of them coming across the field. Should I hide? No, that was not to be thought of. Without stopping to knock, the great rough man walked in. “Can I stay here all night?” I dared not refuse him, so as firmly as I could, answered, — “Yes.” He seemed surprised at seeing no one but myself, and questioned me much. I told him my brother was up-stairs writing; that we two were alone. This was the first thing that entered my head to tell him. Buch a villianous counte nance ns that man had 1 His hair was cut close to his head, leaving his huge ears in bold relief. Wicked-looking eyes, and a brutal mouth, completed his general expression of ferocity. Bed-time came, and I directed the man to a room up-stairs in the servants’ de partment; not the “up-stairs” where I had said my brother was. Now that there was real danger, I was calm and reasonable. I fastened the door that led up-stairs with my embroidery scis sors, which happened to be in my pocket, so as to guard against surprise, and hur riedly collecting our silverware, carried it to mamma’s room and hid it in the bed. No one would have supposed the bed had been disturbed I was elated at my ingenuity. I then hunted up what few jewels the girls possessed, and placing them, with what money I could find, in a box, I tied them in my pocket. After doing this, I stole down-stairs, and removed my scis sors from the door. These scissors were counted among my most valuable treas ures. I had had them many years, and was not disposed to lose them now. I expected the man would only wait till he thought I and my fictitious brother were asleep, and would then search the house for valuables, and finish by killing me. Only one plan for escape that I originated seemed feasible. I de termined to wait till I heard my lodger in the room below, and then wrap my self in papa’s shawl, and jump out of the window. I was not kept m suspense long; the peculiar squeak of the sitting room door alarmed me that it was time to act. Quietly I raised the window, and just as the steps approached the stairs, I jumped to the ground. Fortu nately there was a bed of lilies directly beneath the window, and they softened my fall. That there was danger of breaking my neck I hail not thought. I was determined to escape from this dreadful man. It was dark as Egypt, the rain was pouring down in torrents, but this was nothing in comparison with the horror within the house. Half a mile back of our house lived a friend of papa’s—Mr. Vincent. I re solved to go there. I ran along, stumbl ing against fences and falling into ditches, thinking I never knew such a long half mile. Finally I reached the house, and managed to tell my story. Several young men happened to have lieen delayed there by the storm, and, headed by Henry Vincent, a young man of some twenty-two years, they pre pared to capture my visitor. I was too excited to remain at Mr. Vincent’s. I declared I would go back home. They all tried to persuade me not to do tins except Henry Vincent, who said “such a little heroine should do as she pleased.” With a hand tightly clasped in Henry’s, we started. When we came within sight of our house, we saw a light flitting from room to room, and a few words of boisterous song floated to us on the breeze. Si lently my friends surrounded the house, guarding every avenue of eseape. Henry and I (I would not let him leave me for a moment) entered the house. We found the vagabond searching papa’s desk. He had found several hundred dollars that I had not seen, when preparing for flight. He started to run when he saw us, but finding men and revolvers on all sides, he was obliged to surrender. He was safely bound, and then ques- BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA. JULY 1, 1880. tioned. It apjiears he was a noted thief who had long baffled the police. He said when he learned the house was oc cupied only by two individuals, he was much elated. Ho did not intend to pro ceed to acts of violence, unless my brother and I troubled him too much. When he found the house deserted, he concluded I had not told him the truth —mat I was alone. Not finding me, hi supposed I had hid, and he would not hunt for me. Lifting me into his lap, Henry Vin cent called mo the “bravest little woman he ever knew. ” All the others praised and flattered me, till I began to think men were greater talkers than women. All that night we stayed there, and be fore morning I was raving like a lunatic. Tliree long weeks I remained uncon scious. When I became sensible, anx ious faces were bending over me. Papa, mamma, and all the folks were at my bedside. “What is the matter?” I asked. In a moment that dreadful day came to my re membrance. “Oh, I know!” said I, with a shudder. It was a long, long time before I re gained my strength. Every person petted and praised me. I was the heroine of the neighborhood. Henry Vincent never became tired of descanting u]K>n my bravery, and devoted himself to me in a manner that would have been very aggrivating to his young lady acquain tance, had I been a few years older. My “lodger” was sent to prison to meditate for some years. Tight Shoes. The wearing of shoes which compress and distort the feet is a sigularly injur ious custom. Suppose I said that nine tenths of the feet were rendered mis shapen by the boots and shoes worn, the statement would seem extreme, but it would be within the truth. The pointed shoe or boot is the most signal instance of a mischievous instrument designed for the torture of feet. In this shoe the great toe is forced out of its natural line toward the other toes, giving a reverse curve from what is natural to the terminal part of the inner side of the foot, while all the other toes are com pressed together toward the great toe, the whole producing a wedgc-like form of foot which is altogether apart from the natural. Such a foot has lost its ex panse of tread; such a foot has lost its elastic resistance; such a foot has lost the strength of its arch to a very consid erable degree; such a foot, by the irregu lar and unusual pressure on certain points of its surface, has become hard at those pointe, and is easily affected with corns and bunions. Lastly, such a foot becomes badly nourished, and the pres sure exerted upon it interferes with its circulation and nutrition. It ceases to be an instrument upon which the body can sustain itself with grace and with easiness of movement, even in early life; while in mature life and in- old age it In comes a foot which is absolutely unsafe, and which causes much of that irregular, hobbling tread which often renders so peculiar the gait of persons who have passed their meridian. It sometimes happens for a time that these mistakes in regard to the boot and shoe are increased by the plan of raising the heel, and letting it rest qn a raised impediment of a pointed shape. Any thing more barbarous can scarcely be conceived. By this means the body, which should naturally be balanced on a most beautiful arch, is placed on an in cline plane, and is only prevented from falling forward by the action of the mus cles which counterbalance the mechani cal error. But all this is at the expense of lost muscular effort along the whole line of the muscular track, from the heels actually to the back of the head—a loss of force which is absolutely useless, and, as I have known in several cases, ex hausting and painful. In addition to these cviis arising from the pointed heeled boot, there are yet two more. In the first place, the elastic spring of the arch being broken by the heel, the vibration produced by its contract with the earth at every step causes a concus sion which extends along the whole of the spinal column, and is sometimes very acutely felt. In the second place, the expanse of the foot being limited, the seizure of the earth by the foot is incom plete both in standing and in walking, so that it becomes a new art to learn how to stand erect or to walk with safety.— Harper's Weekly. A Universalist in a Methodist Pulpit. William Bridges, a strong Universalist and well-to-do citizen of Greencastle, Ind., subscribed SIOO toward the erec tion of a Methodist Church in his city, on condition that the Rev. W. W. Curry, the well known Universalist minister and Republican politician, be allowed to preach a course of three sermons on Universalism, after its dedication. The church authorities closed the contract quickly and rolled the “C” under their tongues as a sweet morsel, snatched as it were, from the hands of one who, no. knowing good, would do evil. In due time the church was finished, and Mr. Curry was on hand. A dispatch says: “His first sermon produced a sensation, and after his second the Trustees be gan taking steps to cancel the con tract, the congregation censuring the board for encouraging the promulga tion of heterodox principles. But Brother Curry is firm and Bridges will not rescind until the subject, ‘ Why he does not believe in hell ’ is thoroughly exhausted!”— “Hover" in the Cincin nati Gazette. What the world is in need of is fewer men of an inquisitive turn of mind—men who are contented with looking at a buzz-saw without a desire to feel of it with their fingers. SOUTHERN NEWS. Wolves are destroying the swine about Houston, Ala. Ex-President Davis was seventy-two years old Thursday. Many-new furnaces and rolling mills are going up in Alabama. The bottom of the lake opposite Vicks burg is coming to the top. The cattle drive from Texas this year will realize about $3,000,000. A bear weighing 200 pounds was killed this v eek nflar Vicksburg. Bullfrog legs are being shipped North from Reelfoot Lake. Tnt newspapers of Tennessee have an aggregate circulation of 211,660. The farmers are all hopeful in Georgia, the only drawback being in.the wheat. There is one field of broom-corn in Hill County, Texas, containing 600 acres. Tn- sngar-cane beetle is a new pest of the Louisiana plantations about New Iberir. The work on the new Sibley ootto mills in Augusta, Ga., is progressing rapidly. The Bath Paper Mills were sold at Aiken, 8,0., at public outcry June 8, 'or $56,500. Competing ice factories in Augusta, Ga., have reduced the price to half a cent a pound. A fence is to be placed around the Jackson Statue at Nashville to protect it from vandalism. The negroes in Louisiana have stopped talking about the exodus business; some thing better to do. They have formed an anti-dueling as sociation at Camden, 8. 0., with Judge Kershaw as President. During the last two weeks there have been but two deaths in Natchez, Miss., a city of 9,000 inhabitants. Thirteen teachers' institutes for the special benefit of colored teachers will be neld in Tennessee this year. The total receipts from all sources of the -,te centennial exposition at Nash ville Are said to lie $28,335.60. Anderson County, 8. C., has twenty three Democratic clubs thoroughly organ ized with a membership of 3,500. Silk-baising in the South is receivin g attention, and bids fair to be a leading feature in commercial statistics. Bats are swarming in New Orleans Parish Prison, and Mr. Pedalahore of fers to exterminate them for SSOO. The pastor of a church at Austin, Tex., has announced a sermon on the subject, "A Tight Squeeze, or the Round Dance.” The Board of Trade at Natchez recom mends that place as a good crossing for any through railroad that may be pro jected. In Jackson, Miss., within the last few months, a large cotton-seed mill, an ice factory and steam saw-mill have been erected. A niece of the late Hon. John 0. Cal houn, Mrs. L. T. De Graffenried, aged seventy-five years, died at Decatur, Ga., last week. Texas has a fund in ready cash of $200,- 000 raised from the sale of public lands, with which it projioscs to build a State University at Austin. The last report of the State Adjutant General of Texas shows no less than 6,000 fugitives from justice, of whom 1,000 are charged with murder. A company has been organized in New Orleans to establish a jute factory, and a considerable quantity of jute seed will be planted in Louisiana this year. The float of cypress this spring from the swamps between the Mississippi and Atchafalaya Rivers exceeds that of any previous year. Thousands of laborers are working at it. Several citizens of Marietta, Ga., have united in sending to New York for twenty-five white servant girls. The un r -liability of negro servants has rendered ;his step necessary. The Continental Guards, of New Or leans, will participate in the anniversary >f the battle of Bunker Hill. Their uni form is brilliant with buff and gold, after the old Continental style. The people of Memphis are compelled to go outside the taxing district limits to indulge in Sunday amusements. To get shaved or take a horn, they get on -me of the steamers and indulge. Boys under twenty years old in Mem phis, who want toplay cards or billiards, :>r drink intoxicating liquors, must carry written permits from their parents or they will be refused by saloon-keepers. The State of Virginia hires out five hundred and twenty-five of her convicts to work on her railroads and other public improvements, for whom she receives twenty-five cents net each per day. While three clerks were engaged in distilling vanilla extract for a soda foun tain in a drug store in Charleston, 8. C., the retort holding the extract exploded, NO. 26. seriously injuring all tliree of the clerks. Gen. Johnson Hagood, the nominee of the Democratic party of South Carolina for Governor, has been Controller General of the State since 1876. He is a success ful planter, a fine executive officer, and his ambition is limited to a sendee of one term as Governor of his State. Thirty small boys in Dallas, Texas, were arrested for holding negro minstrel shows in an unoccupied building without the knowledge or consent of the owners. The Mayor fined them from fifty cents to $1.25 each, and' then, because he hail remembered he had once been a boy himself, he paid the fines and sent the offenders home. Thb Department of Agriculture of South Carolina is preparing to send trust worthy men into each county in the State to make up statistical reports from personal inspection of farms. The Com missioner is of the opinion that accurate statistics of this kind can not be obtained by tax gatherers, as taxpayers invari ably curtail in their returns the amount of land planted and the number of cattle owned. In Sumter County, S. 0., a negro named Ellison Hampton beat his ten vear-old son to death with a leather thong. He first beat him until his arm wearied with a switch, and then tied him up to a stake in liis yard and struck him in the neighborhood of four hundred lashes, the boy expiring under the lash. It seems that Ellison had been married twice, this boy being the child of his first wife, who is still living. On this occasion the wrath of the father was evoked by the boy having gone to see his mother in violation of his father’s orders. Ellison has been arrested, and is now in jail charged with murder. Colonel Gardner Takes an Appetizer. There lives in the vicinity of Wooster, down in the wilds of Wayne County, an ancient veteran of the Mexican war who is known as Colonel Gardner. The Colonel has in his declining years ap plied himself very steadily to the- task of paying off the national debt, and the tax on the amount of tangle-foot, consumed by him in a year materially augments the internal revenue receipts of. his pa triot One warm day last summer, his stock of ardent hitving given out, the old gentleman mounted his horse and rode to the village drug store to replenish the same. The proprietor of the pill foundry was absent at the time of his arrival, and the assistant was a green country boy, whose knowledge of the drug business was yet to be gained. The Colonel ordered the young man to measure him out a quart of whisky. The youth took down a large jar, the contents of which . resembled the desired article in appear ance, aud filled the bottle, with which the Colonel ambled off home. On the return of the druggist about an hour later, he took a took at his array of li quids, and inquired of his deputy the name of the person buying so much sul phuric acid. “I didn’t sell any acid; the only one in was Colonel Gardner, who camo after some whisky,” replied the boy. “What jar did you get it from?” shrieked the excited maker of pills. “That un,” said the apprentice, point ing to the nearly emptied jar of acid. “Great guns! you’ve pisoned him,” howled the drug store man, and, seizing his hat, shot down the street toward the Gardner mansion like a special dispatch. On approaching the house he saw the Colonel sitting on the veranda fanning himself vigorously, and ruefully survey ing the charred remnants of a news paper which were scattered about, while the sweat which poured oft’ him formed in little pools about him. “Hello,” gasped the warrior, “what kind of whisky was that you sold me to day, Johnson? I never see such stuff. 1 brought it home and took a couple of drinks and sat down here to read the paper, and in about five minutes I began to bile, and the next thing, I’m darned if my breath didn’t set the paper afire; I'll have to move my custom if you don’t give me a better brand. A man would have to copper line himself to stand that stuff. Mr. Johnson took what was left of the sulphuric acid and informed the soldier that he would send him down a better quality of liquor in return, and betook himself to his store, marveling at the strength of practiced digestive organs.— Cleveland Leader. A Chinese Inn. According to a lady missionary now living in China, the inn accommodations are not of the highest order. An earth floor, not even smooth. Walls festooned with cobwebs of great age, and the dust of many months. A very dirty, square table, a high-backed chair, and two very narrow benches. A raised platform, built of bricks and mortar, with cavities for fire to be kindled in cold weather. Fires, when needed, are kept up day and night, and the platform for bed by night and “sitting-room” by day; bed cloth ing furnished by lodgers. Attendance, hot water brought in by landlord for tea and toilet purposes. Charge for six— seven hundred copper cash, equivalent to seventy cents. The lady remarks, “If we. had not been entertained in the style of the first-class hotels of the United States, neither did we have a biU in the same style.” Mr. Edison has received another patent for an improved phonograph, but we suspect it is nothing but the old one, with a Vassar girl inside. JnT ofth G^eof^iap, Published Every Thursday at BELLTON, GEORGIA RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. One year (52 number*), $1.00; six months ( 6 numbers) 50 oenta; three months (IS numbers), 25 cents. Office in the Smith building, east of the depot. PASSING SMILES. The speculator may shape his course by the rise in cotton. The cotton will help the shape. Patrick on the zebra: “ Phat kind of a baste is that—the mule wid his ribs on the outside of his shkin entoirly?” Philadelphia clergymen state that the commandment against swearing was gotten up before croquet was invented. A wife should preserve the honor of her husband’s name, for frequently that is al' lie has ever given her worth mentioning. There are more watches worn in the United States than in any other country. Os course the people have a better time. “ Duty stares me in the face,” said the deacon, whan the cuatom-houso officers caught him smuggling a dozen pairs of gloves. Principal, drawing out his watch to on unpunctual clerk: “Mr. Johnson, it is already half-past nine.” Clerk, draw ing out his watch and looking at it: “ Agrees, precisely, sir.” A couple of soldiers of the S'J ration Army approached a Philadelphia broker recently and asked: “How is it with you my friend?” “I am short on Read ing,” replied the broker. A Vermont couple put off applying for a divorce one term of court, so that they could profit by their tin wedding. And yet they tell us the people of this country are needlessly extravagant and unthrifty. He was informed that n lady had called to see him in his absence. "A lady,” he mused aloud, “a lady.” Upon an accurate description he suddenly brightened up and added, “ Oh, dot vas no lady; dot vas my vise.” Straight where she strayed, with stride he strode. Sad sighed he on the wxi and said 44 Say, I sigh aud sue you so”— She had no heed, but hid her head— Maud’s mood the mud of meed made mad, Nur answer knew she now but 44 No.” Wall Whitman A bargain. (Beene, a country inn.( Tourist—“ Confound it, woman; there's a chick in this egg. ” Landlady—‘ ‘ Well, sir, you are a lucky one ! In a few weeks I could have had half a crown for that fowl, aud 'ere you get it for twopence.” And still he was not satisfied. A damsel from over the river was look ing over some books in a Quincy book store, endeavoring to make a selection, when the clerk asked, “ How would you like the Autocrat of the Breakfast Table?” Bhe replied: “ Oh, we’ve got two of ’em now, one of ’em just as good as new—only been' wa: bed twice.” “Jones propounded the following tin other evening, after sipping of his alleged tea; “Why is this drink like milk?” Os course nobody could guess, and after he had divulged by saying it was a lack teal fluid, nobody dared to smile. They knew that the landlady’s eyes were upon them. A succession of direful shrieks is heard on the first floor. Fond mother—“ What is the matter with Billy!” Colored ser vant—“ Please, mam, he is cryin’ about de jewberries.” “He can’t have any more. He has had four saucerfuls al ready.” “Dem is de berry ones he is whoopin’ about. He’s all swelled up.” The Detroit Free Press has inter viewed a Boston ice cart driver, who says that “the size of the lump left at at the kitchen door depends considera bly on the good or badlooks of the cook.” This argument ought to convince a man’s wife of the desirability of keeping a good-looking cook, but it won’t. A capital anecdote is told of a little fellow, who in turning over the leaves of a scrap,book came across the well-known picture of some chickens just out of their shells. My companion examined the picture carefully, and then with a grave, sagacious look at me, slowly remarked, “They came out ’cos they was afraid of being boiled.” A prudent lover sings: The thrush in the thicket i« singing, The lark i« abroad on the lea, And over the garden gate swinging A maiden is waiting for me. She will wait till she’s weary, I’m thinking Though eager I am for the tryst; She wilt wait till the bright stars are blinking And sigh for the kisse* the miss’d. For her father Is watchful and wary, A very ill-tempered old churl, And I’m not the sort of canary To be kicked for the love el a girl. The following from Forney’s Progress is equal to any thing in the creme de la chroniqucs of the French: “ What is happiness? ” asked a man of a woman. “ To be the best loved of some one,” she answered promptly. “To assure it I must add also to love that one best.” “ Oh, I was talking of the possible,” said she. The conversation closed. Spanish Securities. Spaniards rate money at its extreme value, their favorite motto being, “ No friend save God and a dollar in your pocket.” In old Spanish houses there is generally a very cleverly-contrived secret receptacle for money, akin to the “secret drawer” of the old-fashioned English desk; and even now this secret cupboard is much used, the Spanish idea of security being—(an idea founded on bitter experience of many years)—to cage the windows in iron bars, lock up the houses at night, in winter, draw around one of the family, look at the money, and then: “ Why, lam very safe; all I love and all I need is contained within the four walls of my casa.” Their distrust of banks and Government securities is universal. A party of tramps broke into a con« fectioner’s residence in Dubuque, lowa, a few nights ago, kindled a lire in the range, cooked what there was to eat, hail a hearty supper, and departed before daybreak, without disturbing any mem ber of the family and without stealing anything except a pair of shoes,