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BY DJU LA MOILLK.
Not where the poison dews distill.
Which bring much woe to men.
Shall we our brimming glasses fill,
And drink and fill again.
Bui we shall quaff the water pure,
Which sparklee in the wave.
Whose draught 00 sweet doth health assure,
And far removes the grave.
Water, true gift of heaven thou art;
■Without thy smile to bless,
Earth were a desert and man’s heart
Could ne’er find happiness.
STARVING TO WIN A WIFE.
It was a July afternoon. Three men
sat on the veranda of the village hotel.
Their feet were on the balcony railing,
their chairs were tilted back and they
were fanning themselves.
These men were Judge Barron, County
Judge, Parson Miller and Col. Gherkins,
a retired militia officer, on no pay. Not
one of them would see his 50th birth
day, for they had passed it. “ Speaking
of fasting,” said the Judge, breaking a
long silence.
“ Hasn't been mentioned,” snarled the
Colonel, interrupting.
The Judge dropped his chair squarely
down on its four legs, and looked sav
agely at tlie Colonel. The Colonel re
turned the look and snapped his fingers
contemptuously.
“ Don’t be boys ! ” urged the minister
with a smile. He smiled because he
knew the fiery but harmless ways of the
gentlemen.
“ Well, -we are too old for this sort of
thing.” said the Judge, leaning back
again. “ But, speaking of fasting—l
will have it that way—reminds me of
my attempt at suicide.”
“ It was in the papers,” said Gherkins,
stopping his fanning long enough to
glance sideways at the othgr.
"It was," admitted the«ludge, "but
it doesn’t signify now, over twenty-five
years afterward"
“ Humph I ” grunted the Colonel.
"I was iu love, doctor,” and the
Judge turned his face toward the min
ister.
“ That is what he thought,” observed
he Colonel, with a cockle, half cough
and half laugh.
“ With a girl,” continued Barron.
"Well added!” cried Gherkins.
"Though the tendency of young men
is, we know, to fall in love with old
women.
“And not, as you well know, Colonel,
for young women to fall in love with old
men. ’
“ Your’e as old as I am,” shouted the
Colonel.
“ Not by fifteen years,” exclaimed the
Judge. "But you take my remark as
personal.”
“ That’s the way you meant to have it
taken, I know,” growled the unamiable
old man.
“So you ought,” said the Judge.
“ But never mind that ! I fell in love.
That means to be miserable. At 22 one
has love as one has the measles, se
verely, all over, as a matter of business.”
"When I was a boy,” suddenly began
the Colonel.
“Why, that is ancient history,” cried
Barron.
The Colonel said something in an
undertone, and lighted a cigar.
“ I had always been in love with Miss
Lon Dexter,” continued the Judge. “ I
began to suffer when I was in round
abouts. was a sort of duplex, Vack
action, extra-elnstic passion. I suppose
I made a fool of myself. Didn’t I,
Colonel ?”
"Decidedly !” declared that person.
“ I felt as sure of Lou as I did of my
self,” the Judge continued. “ But when
I came back from college I thought
everything had changed for the worse.
There wr s no longer that familiarity and
confidence that had existed between us.
Half the time when I went to see her
she was either busy or out for the even
ing, or engaged with a musty old fellow
who had money, but whose name I won’t
mention.”
“ Musty, Judge ?” howled the Colonel,
springing to his feet. “ Musty ? Have
a care 1”
"Poetical license, I suppose,” sug
gested the minister. "Now, if he had
said moldy—”
" Just as libelous, just as infamous an
untruth,” shouted the Colonel, stamping
up and down the veranda.
“Oh, well, consider the remark with
drawn,” laughed the Judge. “ The man
was there, all the same, and kept me from
confidential chata with the girl I loved.”
“And he knew it!” chuckled Gher
kins.
“ She knew it!” said the Judge,
gravely. “I didn’t mind any of these
tilings so much as the story that
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she was going to marry the old fox, and
that her wedding clothes were being
made. That struck me like the ball
from a Whitworth gun. ‘Lon,’l said,
the first time I met her after hearing
this story, ‘ is it true that you’re getting
ready to marry this man ?’ naming
him.
“She had away of half turning her
face and looking up at you with a sauci
ness in her black eyes that would drive
a man crazy. She looked at me that'’
way.
“‘Don’t you wish you knew?’ she
asked, and walked away, looking back
ward just once, in her coquettish way,
over her shoulder.
“Ten minutes afterward I saw her
walking with my venerable rival. ”
“Venerable alongside of veal,” said
Gherkins, savagely.
The Judge laughed.
“ You are posted, Colonel,” he said.
“ You forget that I mentioned no name
for the gentleman.”
“You might as well,” said the other.
“ Oh, the doctor can wait or guess,”
was the reply. Then—“ Miss Dexter’s
indifference crazed me. I wanted to
tell her that, as a man, I loved her. She
knew that in my childhood I had idol
ized her. But what Chance had I ? What
good would it do, if she were going to
marry the infirm fellow wheezing asth
matically by her side? I went home as
sured that life had no value to me. The
more I thought of it the less I cared for
it. The less I eared for it the greater
my anxiety to be rid of it. To be rid of
it meant to take it. Suicide is horribly
vulgar, ordinarily. It is only the
Frenchman who makes it sublime. He
“There! here! I must protest,” ex
claimed the parson, holding up his hands
in horror.J “Such talk is not orthodox.”
“ I’m not telling an orthodox story,
doctor. What 1 think now and thought
then are two different affairs. Enough
to say I resolved on killing myself. As
in my disappointment I felt no hunger,
starvation seemed a very refined method
of self-extermination.”
“Economical to the last !” exclaimed
the Colonel, returning to the attack.
“You’ll never carry the practice of
your life to such an extreme,” said Bar
ron ; “I have the satisfaction of know
ing that. However, Colonel, your bitter
ness is natural. 1 forgive you. Dr.
Miller cannot fail to see that I’m treat
ing you like a Christian—that is, as if
you were one. Well, I began the siege
myself. The supplies were cut off. I
retired to my room and refused to eat.
That meant a great deal '.vhen it is con
sidered that for four years I had lived at
a college boarding-house. It meant
more when one remembers that it was
done for love. Men talk of killing them
selves for the objects of their affections,
but they seldom, if ever, try the starva
tion plan. It takes true grit for that
sort of thing. Perhaps this storv of
mine hasn’t the sentimental fervor that
animated me then. It seems now to
have been an example of rather funny
obstinacy. The first day was lived
through without much discomfort; the
second found me hungry ; the third, I
was half crazy for food, and the smell
from the kitchen infuriated me. I be
gan to wonder if I wasn’t making a fool
of myself.”
“ Yes ! You were the only one who had
doubts about it!” said the Colonel, quite
cheerfully, all things considered.
“ Meanwhile,” continued the Judge,
“ every relative got wind of the matter
and came to hold an ante-mortem in
quest. The doctor was summoned, and
at last the newspaper of the town came
out with a highly-seasoned story, in
which Miss Dexter was, by innuendoes,
referred to as the cause of the trouble.
Os this, however, I knew nothing. I
was too busy in scheming to counter
act the plots of my friends to force food
into my stomach to care what was being
said odtside of the house. The night of
the third day was a horrible one. It was
made up of a succession of dreams of
banquets at which I could not eat enough
to satisfy my hunger.
“The next morning I was out of my
head until noon.” ’
“Out of your stomach! Brains had
nothing to do with it,” said the Colonel.
“Out of my head,” repeated the
Judge. “It seemed as though I was
about to collapse and die. Everything
was whirling around and around, when
the door was opened and a face came
into view. It had a familiar look, but at
first I could not tell whose it was. I
looked and looked and looked, and then
dropped away in a fainting fit.. It lasted
for a minute. When I came to, the first
thing that met my gaze was this same
' face. The eyes had the same electrical
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA. OCTOBER 14, 1880.
gleam as of old; the lips were just as
seductive in their expression, and the
voice made the sweetest of music. She
took my thin face in her little hands and
looked sadly into my eyes. ”
“ Fred! Fred!” she whispered. "Dear
old boy, tell me what this means!”
I shook my head wearily.
"I’ve been away,” she said, "and
there’s a horrible story about us in the
paper—about me, I mean—that I am
the cause of this. Have you seen it ? ”
“No, Lou.”
“ Are you going to kill yourself,
Fred ?” bringing that dear face of hers
closer to mine.
“ I shall continue to try.”
“ Why ? What is the matter ?”
“ You are the matter, Lou, if you
must know,” I getting desperate,
with her lips so close to mine, and the
questions coming thick and fast. “You
are the matter.”
“Me?”
“ You.”
I could see that she wanted to make
me tell, and I believe that the only tiling
that kept her from asking was that she
believed she knew what I had to tell. I
resolved to settle my doubt, and, if I
was going to die, to have her know just
the reason for my suicide.
“Lou,” I began, putting an arm
around her waist to steady myself.
“ Lou, I am killing myself because you
don’t love me.”
“How’ do you know that, Fred Bar
ron? Yon make me ask the question.”
Her face came down upon my
shoulder, tuid she began to sob.
“Because, Lou, because, liecause”—l
paused simply because I didn't know,
but hail only guessed at it, and in my
weak condition it seemed as if I hail been
wofully mistaken. "Well, then, I knew
it because you always put Gherkins l>e
♦ ween us; and how could I tell you over
his shoulder that I wanted you to be my
wife.”
"Did you want to tell me that, Fred ?”
"Yes I”
“And that animated old petrifaction
kept you away ?”
“Ammat«d Old Petrifaction, eh? Did
she call me that, Judge Barron ?”
shrieked the Colonel, slapping his hat on
his head and driving it down with a blow
of his fist, as he sprang from his chair.
“If she did, sir, I demand satisfaction,
the satisfaction of a gentleman, sir !
‘Animated Old Petrifaction !’ And this
by a woman I would have honored by ,
marrying ! It is too much, too much !
You shall give me revenge !”
Barron laughed. So did the minister,
“You shall have what you want,
Colonel,” said the Judge.
"When, where, how? That tiilk
suits me.”
“ By coming around to dinner with me
this afternoon. You know Mrs. Barron
has changed her mind about you since
that day.”
“ I’ll be blanked if I will,” roared the
Colonel, slamming the chairs aside as he
tramped away.
“ At 4 o’clock sharp,” said the Judge,
leaning over the railing, and speaking to
the angry man on the walk below.
The Colonel shook his fist in reply.
“He is very wrathful,” observed the
minister.
"Buthe will come all the same,” said
the Judge.
“ I suppose that young lady gave you
a favorable reply,” meekly observed Dr.
Miller, who wanted to hear the conclu
sion of the story.
“ Favorable ? Os course ! Bee that
lady over the street there ?”
“ Mrs. Barron? Oh, yes !”
“ Well, she was Lou Dexter before I
married her. Her ‘yes’ stopped my
suicide. ”
“ Indeed!”
" Indeed. And what is more, in view
of my profession, I’ve never had to
starve since.”
TUB RICHEST CITY OF ITS SIZE.
Frankfort-on-the-Main, with a popula
tion of about 100,000, is reported to be
the richest city of its size in the whole
world. It is asserted that there are 100
Frankfurters worth from $4,000,000 to
to $5,000,000 each, and 250 who are
worth $1,000,000 and upward. The city
is one of the great banking centers of
the glolie. Its aggregate banking cap
ital is estimated at $200,000,000 —more
than one-fourth of which the Roths
childs, whose original and parent house
is there, own and control.
The total number of pauperism Lon
don, exclusive of lunatics in asylums
and 886 vagrants, on the last day of tne
second week in June was 85,049, of
whom 46,793 were in workhouses and
38,256 receiving outdoor relief.
A man in Philadelphia gathers slops
and swill and garbage and distills it into
whisky.
BIOGRAPHY.
Thomat Babinglon Mncrtnlaff.
This noted historian was the son of |
Zachery Macaulay, a West India mer
chant and wonderful philanthropist.
His grandfather was Sir John Macaulay,
a Presbyterian minister of West Scot
land. Young Macaulay was born in the
year 1800, educated at Trinity, Cam
bridge, where he acquired a reputation
as a scholar and debater, and twice won
the Chancellor’s medal, first, by his
poem “Pompeii,” second, “Evening.”
He was elected Fellow of Trinity and
devoted himself to literature, becoming
a contributor to Knight's Quarterly
Magazine. In 1825 he made his ap
pearance in the Edinburgh Review in his
famous essay on Milton, a production so
learned, enthusiastic, and brilliant that
it captivated the whole reading world,
and placed him in the first ranks of es
sayists. In 1826 he was called to the bar
but never practiced the profession.
About this time he was elected to Par
liament, for which he repaid his constit
uents by setting forth their doctrine in a
manner so luminous, powerful and at
tractive that his adversaries were
charmed, and convinced if they were
not convicted.
In 1836 he went to India and spent
some time in the preparation of a new
penal code, but was not very successful.
On his return he was re-elected to Par
liament. As a statesman he was the
implicit friend of freedom, both civil and
religions. He eloquently sustained the
Roman Catholic, bill for the relief of
Catholics, and in consequence was un
seated, but five years thereafter was
re-elected without effort on his part. In
1848 he published the first two volumes
of his world-renowned “ History of En
gland”—the finest history, too, ever
written by ancient or modern writer. It
was received with an enthusiastic popu
larity which has lieen attained by very
few of the great novelists.
When he published in 1850 bis two
last volumes they created such excite
ment in Paternoster row as had never
been seen before. Shortly after he wm
elected a member of the French Academy
of Moral and Political Science, and was
raised to the peerage in England under
the title of Baron Macaulay. He
died in 1859, at Holly Lodge, near Lon
don. He was a man of superlative tal
ent, thorough scholarship, and his ac
cumulated knowledge was prodigious.
Hie knowledge of modern Europia and
especially English history from the time
of Henry I'lll. was unsurpassed. His
style is pure, luminous and exquisitely
modulated, or musical, while his powers
of description were such that his “His
tory cf England ” might be compared to
the cartoons of Raphael in the Sistine
Chapel of Rome.
Allison said, “ After a review of the
chief characteristics of Lord Jeoffrey,
Mclntosh and Smith, we find Macaulay’s
turn of mind and style peculiar, and ex
hibit a combination rarely, if ever, ex
hibited in ancient or modern literature.
Unlike Jeoffrey, he is deeply learned in
lore—ancient and modern. His mind
is richly stored with the poetry and his
tory, both of classical and continental
literature. Unlike Mclntosh, he is emi
nently dramatic and pictorial. He al
ternately speaks poetry to the soul and
paints pictures to the eyes. Unlike
Smithy he has omitted subjects of party
contention and party interests, and
grapples with great questions and im
mortal names, which will forever attract
the interest and demand the attention of
such men as Milton, Bacon and
Machiavelli. The grand characteristic
of his style is the shortness of his sen
tences. He often conveys several ideas
in one line.”
A STOICAL INDIAN.
An Indian near Major’s ranch was suf
fering the pain of rheumatism in one of
his legs. Concluding he could bear the
loss of the leg better than suffer longer,
he laid the leg across a log and with on
ax chopped it entirely off a little lielow
the knee, bleeding to deatli in a few
minutes. Each time he struck ’ the leg
he hallooed, which attracted attention,
or the facts would never have been
known. And thus went another aborig
ine to the happy hunting-grounds.—
Sonora (Cal.) Democrat.
Dr. Bandenell Carter speaks of
several children who were sent into a
garden to work during one-half of the
school hours, and who outstripped those
who studied during all the hours. He
says also that some men die of stupidity
artificially produced by neglect of tal
ents with which they are endowed. All
successful men are said to have one
quality in common ; they are thorough
i ly in earnest and do not allow thein
i selves to be beaten.
NO. 41.
PAY AS YOU GO.
What Mr. N. J. Shepherd says in I
the following article is just aa good ad- ;
vice for the printer or any other busi- '
ness man as for the farmer:
“I think one of the worst evils the I
farmer has to contend with is going
into debt Many and many of them
are always in debt for their machinery
from year to year, and to their black
smith and their merchant from one l
year’s end to another. Men of Uris !
class always have to sell their wheat at
soon as they can thrash it and haul it
to market, their corn as soon as it is
ripe enough to gather, and their stock
as soon ns the animals are salable.
They have no choice. They cannot
wait for a better market, because, if
they keep the merchant waiting too
long, they know there will be no
chance of getting credit another year,
and it takes all they have got this year
to square up old accounts. As a rule,
such farmers are obliged to sell at low
prices and pay the highest price for
what they use, and therefore lose on
both sides. Most formers will find it
far easier, and a great deal more prof
itable, to pay as they go. There is no
question but that they can get goods
cheaper for cash. Any merchant will
tell you he can afford to sell goods for
less money if he gets cash every time
instead of waiting six months. Pre
cisely the same is the case with all
with whom the farmer deals, and it will
pay anyone to live close for one year
in order ever afterward to l>e free from
the galling pressure of debt Do with
out everything that yon can possibly
live without. Do not buy a new plow,
or a new harrow, or any other new
implement simply because you can buy
it on credit. Wait, and wait patiently,
until you can pay as you go, and you
will be surprised how much you will
save in a year ; for I honestly believe
any farmer will buy more when he is
buying on credit than he will if he
pays cash every time. It is those who
are in debt, head over heels, that feel
the hard times so severely. We farm
ers who ore out- of debt nw. , are the
most independent class, of men in the
country. Keep out of debt.”
NOME REMARKABLE TREBS.
Boston is said to own the two first
horse-chestnut trees brought to this
country. They are reputed to be 108
years old.
A ring does not always denote a year,
for the blue gum tree of Australia sheds
its bark twice a year. A tree recently
hewn, that was known to lie only 18
years old, showed thirty-six distinct
rings of growth.
Old oaks and yews in England are not
uncommon. Several oaks felled in
Sherwood forest, about a quarter of a
< entury ago, exposed, on being sawn up,
die date 1212 and the murk or cipher of
King John ; and it has been calculated
that these trees must have been several
centuries old at the time the marks were
mode.
Berks, Pa., claims the largest chest
nut tree in the country. It measures
thirty-eight feet four inches in circum
ference; the lowest limbs are fifteen
(eet from the ground, and measure four
teen feet in circumference at the base.
The top of the tree is reached without
i’.anger by steps that are fastened be
tween the limbs. It is estimated that
that this tree contains about seventeen
cords of wood. It still yields about
three bushels of chestnuts annually.
The oldest yew tree in England, which
is situated in Cowhurst churchyard, was
mentioned by Aubry, in the reign of
Charles 1., as then measuring ten yards
in circumference at a height of five feet
from the ground. It is said, on the au
thority of De Candolle, to be 1,450
years old. Its present growth is about
thirty-three feet In 1820 this old tree
was hollowed out, and a cannon ball was
found in the center. In 1825 a severe
storm deprived it of its upright branches.
A door has been made to the inside of
the tree, where seats are to be had for
twelve persons comfortably.
Stephen C. Spence, a young farmer
of Kingston, N. C., met Mrs. M. E.
Waller in the road. After bowing to
her, ho said she must kiss him. The
lady indignantly hurried on, whereupon
Spence followed, and, despite her strug
gles, kissed her. She made complaint,
and Spence was arrested. He was tried,
and sentenced to thirty days in the
county jail for kissing another man's
wife.
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A negro barber, at St. Louis, studied
law at night for several years, and was
finally admitted to the bar. He now
works in the shop on Saturdays and Sun
; days, and practices wiG considerable ouc-
I cess in the courts <- "ther day*
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CURRENT ITEMS.
The Empress of Austria is said to be
a skillful fencer.
The Cape May hotel-keepers are
ebarging guests with puppies $lO per
week extra.
Pocket-handkerchief dresses are
common in England. They are garments
to weep over.
An old thermometer is never very
popular. Nobody wants to see a ther
mometer over 70.
The fellow who picked up the hot
penny originated the remark, “ All that
glitters is not cold.”
Elias Polk, the colored carriage
driver of President Polk, still lives at
Nashville, aged 75 years.
The sale of Edwin Arnold's “Light of
Asia ’’ has been tweutyfold greater in
America than in England.
Little boy: "Ma, when you go to
heaven shall you let this house ?’’
‘ When I go to heaven I shall not think
about such things os that. ” Boy: “ But
when everybody is dead what will be
come of all the world?” Ma: “The
world will be destroyed.” Boy: "And
all the houses, too?” Ma: “Yes.”
Boy : “O ! what an awful waste I”
Three little girls had great fun in a
neighlxjr’s house at South Bend, Ind.,
daring the absence of the family. They
first broke all the window pones. Then
they poured several gallons of milk on
the parlor carpet. Finally, they empt
ied six dozen cans of raspberries and
huckleberries into a tub, and dyed all
the fine dresses they could find in the
juice.
Herbert Spencer defines life to be
"the definite combination of heterogen
eous changes, both simultaneous and
successive, in correspondence with ex
ternalcoexistence and sequences;” G. H.
Lewes as “ a series of definite and suc
cessive changes, both of structure and
composition, which take place within an
individual without destroying its iden
tity.”
The railroad niouojsilies don’t have it
nil their own way, after all. A lady in
Chicago sued the Central Pacific for $75
damages for allowing a locomotive to
scald all the hair off a valuable dog ex
pressed her from San Francisco. She
obtained judgment and collected the
money before the company found out
that it was a Jajtauese dog and never
had any hair.
The London Economist says hun
dreds of thousands of sheep, if not mill
ions, have died of plague in England,
imd the Russian, Turkish, English, and
Afghanistan wars, as well as those of
Turkey, Syria, Persia, and the Tridan
country, have caused tens of million's of
sheep to be killed. In fact, wool-grow
ing in Turkey, Russia, Persia, and India
has been almost given up on account of
the wars and the low prices current for
the past five years.
Wun.K trout-fishing in Holden, Mass.,
C. G. Parker saw a woodchuck and a fox
running toward the burrow of the for
mer. The fox reached the entrance
first, and, turning, faced the woodchuck.
The latter turned to run away, when the
fox seized him by the throat, and a life
ond-death struggle ensued, tlie fox Iteing
constantly on the aggressive, and in
about five minutes he had the woodchuck
hors de combat. He then took the car
cass by the nape of the neck and trotted
off into the woixls.
Austin (Tex.) Review : While bath
ing in Bear creek, Lembert Briott, a
stone-cutter, was bitten by a water-moc
casin. After being thus wounded he
made a dive for the shore, striking the
snake from him, but had scarcely reached
tlie bank when he discovered that the
snake was pursuing him. He made
good his escape, but upon reaching his
camp he discovered that he was bitten
on the finger, and, taking a cold of fire,
burnt the flesh of his finger to the bone,
thus destroying the poison of the bite.
HE EARNEST
Earnestness iu business wins. If it
lawyer tries a suit, it is of little impor
tance to him, being but one of 100, in
an extensive practice, yet it may lie an
e|>och in the life of his client; jierhaps
his first suit, or at least he clothes it
with great importance. His life, liberty
and property may lie at stake.
The British Government is consider
ably disturbed by the recent movements
in Ireland. The peasantry arc reported
to lie arming themselves, and Irish-
American agents arc said to be busy in
the country. The British military force
in the island is being daily increased,
and during the long, dark nights, as a
British Judge once remarked, lively
work is anticipated.