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SOUTHERN NEWS.
In North Carolina a poll-tax qualifica
tion for suffrage is advocated.
It is estimated that the Indian-river
country of Florida will alone produce
this year 60,000 or 70,000 boxes of or
anges.
Os 25,12.5 population of Harrison
county, Texas, 17,203 are colored ; while
of 38,108 persons in Grayson county
only 4,558 are colored.
Good mules in Mississippi are worth
about as much as four bales of cotton,
while one can be raised for less than it
costs to raise half a bale of cotton.
It is proposed to improve the Library
building at Augusta, Ga., borrowing
money for the purpose from the Orphan
Asylum and depending on increased in
come to gradually reduce the debt.
A new station-house is demanded at
Memphis. The present building was
formerly used as a slave market, and it
is said that in several instances death
has resulted from a night’s confinement.
Arkansas is in the same belt with
Northern Africa, Southern Italy, Egypt
and Palestine, countries which, in for
mer days, were seats of the highest civ
ilization, and the granaries of the world.
Receipts of cotton at Madison, Ga..
this season already aggregate more than
12,000 bales, and arc likely to be more
than double those of last season, which
were not more than 7,000 bales up to
April.
An effort is anticipated in the next
Legislature of North Carolina so estab
lish criminal courts for the whole State
or for the larger counties. Some change
seems to be made necessary by the heavy
dockets.
The yield of sugar per airs on the
Teche, in St. Mary parish, Louisiana, is
simply astonishing. On the left bank,
in several instances it hasaverlfged 4,000
pounds, and 3,500 pounds is said to be
not unusual. ,
A horrible death has occurred at Holly
Springs, Ga., traceable to Christmas hol
idays’ imbibition of liquor. Peter Reece
fell asleep in a brush pile and froze to
death. When he was found the hogs
had torn out his bowels.
The Richmond State thinks it was the
late Judge Percy Walker, of Alabama,
who sent the famous dispatch north an
nouncing the attack on Fort Sumter:
“With cannon, mortar and petard,
Jeff Davis sends old Abe his Beauregard.”
A [s>or little boy in New Orleans
picked up a pocket-book containing
$332.25 in cash and several promissory
notes. His mother restored it to the
owner, who gave the boy a complete sui
of clothes and the. mother money to pay
three months’ rentsdueand more besides.
In Georgia there is no State law gov
erning commercial travelers, but power
of taxation is vested in municipalities.
In Athens the tax is $lO per week, $25
per month, SUO per year. No license is
required in Rome, Atlanta, Macon or
Columbus. In Savannah the license is
the same as that of resident dealers in
the same articles.
Three plans or systems of labor are
used in Louisiana. One is the share
system, under which the laborer is fur
nished with dwelling, land, tools, seed,
etc., to make a crop. Another is the
tenant system, paying a given rate per
acre. On these two systems four-fifths
of the cotton plantations in the State are
operated. The third plan is that of hir
ing laborers by the month, which pre
vails in St. Mary and St. James parishes.
A meeting has been held at the rooms
of the Union Francais, at New Orleans
by the Chambre Syndicale Consultative
du Commerce Francais, which approved
a report suggesting the appointment of a
resident committee in Paris to co-operate
with the Chamber, and also the appoint
ment of a special committee to furnish
to the French Consul in New Orleans
facts and figures to be laid before Euro
pean capitalists with a view to securing
the establishment of a French financial
institution on a large scale.
The purpose of the Atlantic coast
steamboat canal company in Florida is to
construct a steamboat channel connect
ing Lake Worth with Indian river, In
dian river with Mosquito lagoon and
Halifax river, and Halifax with Matan
zas river, which would bring the naviga
tion up to St. Augustine, thence through
North river, and from that point into
the St. John’s by a cut into Pablo creek
to Mayport, at the mouth of the St.
John's, or into Julington creek, which
would bring in vessels twelve or fourteen
miles south of Jacksonville. It is said
that this projected work would open up
for- ttlement a large extent of territory.
The North Georgian.
VOL. IV.
A 1.1.np OF CARIIOX.
Tall me, lump of carbon burning
Lurid in the glowing grate,
While thy flaiuoa rise twisting, turning,
Quench in me this curious yearning.
Ages past elucidate.
Tell me of the time when waving
High above the primal world.
Thou, a giant palm-tree, lifting
Thy proud head above the shifting
Os the storm-cloud’s lightning hurled.
While the tropic sea, hot laving,
Bound thy roots its billows curled.
Tell me, did the mammoth, straying
Near that mighty trunk of yours, •
On the verdure stop and gaaa,
Which thy ample base eUsplays,
Or his weary limbs down laying,
Bleep away the tardy hours ?
Perchance some monstrous saurian, sliding,
Waddled,up the neighboring strand,
Or leapt into its native sea
With something of agility',
Though all ungainly on the laud;
While near your roots, in blood-stained fray,
May l>e two iohthyc beasts colliding,
Bit and fought their lives away.
Tell me, ancient palm-corpse, was there
In that world of yours primeval,
Aught of man in perfect shape ?
Was there good ? and was there evil ?
Was there man ? er was it ape ?
Tell me, lump of carbon, burning
Lurid in the glowing grate,
Lies there in each human face
Something of the monkey’s trace ?
Tell me have we lost a link ?
Stir thy coaly brain and think.
While thy red-flames rise and sink,
Agee vast elucidate.
Just in Time.
Dinner was over at. last, and Mr. Wal
ter Currie, English Commissioner at tho
up-country station, at in
Northern India, had gone upon the ve
randa with his wife and his two guests,
the Colonel and Major of the th light
infantry, to enjoy the cool of the even
ing.
On three sides the house was sur
rounded by its compound, a large in
closed space serving the purpose of a
courtyard, but the fourth was only sep
arated by a small patch of garden from
the road, along which a number of native
women were passing with their little
pitchers on their heads.
Tho sight of them naturally turned the
conversation upon a favorite subject
withall Anglo-Indians, viz., tho char
acter of the natives and the best mode of
dealing with them.
“Theres only one way,” said the
Colonel, emphatically. “Tell ’em what
they are to do, make ’em do it, and
thrash ’em well if they don’t. That’s
my way.”
“ Well, I venture to differ from you
there, Colonel,” said Mr. Currie, quietly.
“ I had to do some thrashing once or
twice, I own, but most of my native ser
vants get along very well without it,
and they seem to serve me excellently, I
assure you.”
"I wish you had been in my place,
then,” retorted the Colonel ; “you’d
have changed your opinion, I warrant.
Why, ths year before last, when I had
charge of two battalions of the rascals
down at Suttepoor, because there wasn’t
another Queen’s officer within reach—
just like my confounded luck I—there
was no getting anything done unless I >
did it myself. By Jove, sir 1 I had to
be everything nt once—my own Quarter
master, my own Sergeant Major, my
own caterer, and—”
“And your own trumpeter, Col. An
nes! ey ? ” asked Mrs. Currie, with an
arch smile.
The Colonel’s broad face reddened
ominously, and an explosion seemed
imminent, when a sudden clamor of
angry voices from the road below drew
them all to the front veranda.
The cause of the disturbance was visi
ble at a glance. Two half-drunken En
glish soldiers, swaggering along the
road, had come into violent contact
with a native who was running past;
and one of them, enraged at the collis
ion, had felled the poor lad to the
ground, and was unclasping his own
l>elt with the evident intention of beat
ing him unmercifully.
“Served the young whelp right,”
shouted the Colonel, rubbing bishauds ;
“ that’s just what they all want.”
The other officer, Maj. Armstrong—
popularly called Maj. Strongarm—was a
huge, brawny, silent man, whose forte
lay in acting rather than talking.
During the whole discussion he hail sat
like a great bronze statue, never utter
ing a word; but, at sight of this man
ill-using this child, he woke up rather
startlingly.
To leap to the ground twelve feet be
low, to dart across the garden, to vault
over the high stockade beyond, was the
work of a moment for the athletic Major,
and in another instant he had raised the
boy tenderly from the ground, while say
ing to the foremost soldier, in the low,
compressed tone of a man who means
what he says :
“Be off with von.”
“ And who the deuce are you, shovin’
yer nose in where you ain’t wanted ?”
roared the infuriated ruffian, to w hose
eyes the Major’s plain evening dress bore
no token of his being an officer. “ Jist
you—”
The sentence was never finished.
At the sound of that insolent defiance
Armstrong’s sorely-tried patience gave
way altogether, and the powerful right
hand which had hewed its way through
a whole squadron of Shiv cavalry fell
like a sledge-hammer upon his oppo
nent’s face, dashing him to the ground
as if he had been blown from the mouth
of a gun.
“ Well done, Maj. Armstrong,” shouted
Mr. Currie from above. “ You deserve
your name, and no mistake. ”
At that formidable name the soldier
took to his heels at once, and Armstrong,
without even looking at his prostrate an
| tagonist, proceeded to look at the hurts
of tho lx>y.”
The latter was sorely bruised in many
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY. GA., JANUARY 13, 1881.
places, and the blood was trickling free
ly over his swarthy face; but the little
hero still did his best to stand erect, and
to keep down every sign of the pain
which he was enduring.
“You’re a brave lad, and you’ll make
a soldier some day,” said the Major to
him in Hindoosta’nee. “ Come with me,
and I’ll see that no one molests you
again.”
The lad seized the huge brown hand
which had defended him so bravely,
and kissed it with the deepest reverence;
ami the two walked away together.
Six months have come and gone, and
Mr. Currie’s hospitable home presents a
very different spectacle. The pretty
garden is trampled into dust and mire,
and the bodies of men and horses arc
lying thick among the fragments of the
half-destroyed stockade.
All the windows of the house are
blocked up, and through the loop-holed
walls peer tho muzzles of ready rifles,
showing how steadily the besieged gar
rison stands at bay against the countloss
enemies, whose dark, fierce faces and
glittering weapons are visible amid the
half-ruined building and matted thick
ets all around.
The Sepoy mutiny of 1857 is blazing
sky-high over Northern India, and
Col. Annesley is blockaded in Iluttee-
Bagh, with a certainty of a hideous death
for himself and every man of the few
who are still true to him, unless help
comes speedily.
Day was just breaking when two men
held a whispered council in one of tho
upper rooms.
“No fear of tho water running short,”
said Maj. Armstrong, “ but, oven upon
half rations, tho food will be out in four
days more.”
“And then we’ll just go right at them,
and cut our way through or die for it I”
growled the old Colonel, with a grim
smile, on his iron face, for, with nil his
harshness and injustice, Col. Annesley
was “grit” to the backbone. “We
mustn’t say anything to them about it,.
though,” added he, with a side glance at
Mr. Currie, who, standing in the further
corner, was anxiously watching the thin,
worn face of his sleeping wife.
At that moment a loud cheer from
below startled them both, and tho next
moment Ismail (the “Major’s boy,” us
everyone now culled him) burst into the *
room with it glow of uuwoifted excite
ment on his dark face.
“Sahib,” cried he, “there is hope for
lis yet! A detachment of Ingleez (En
glish) are coming up the other bank of
tho river; if we ean send word to them'
as they pass we are saved.”
“How do you know?” asked the Major
eagerly.
“I heard the Sepoys say so, while I
was lying hid among tho bushes yon
der,” answered the lad.
“Among the bushes yonder?” roared
the Colonel, facing around. “Have you
really been in the midst of those cut
throat villains listening to what they
said. Whatever did you do that for?”
“I did it for Sahib Armstrong’s sake,”
replied the boy, proudly; “because ho
was good to me.”
The Colonel turned hastily away to
hide tho flush of not unmanly shame
that overspread his hard face; and Arm
strong smiled slightly as he heard him
mutter:
“By Jove! these chaps aren’t so black
as they’re painted, after all.”
“But if tho troops are beyond the
river how ean we communicate with
them?” asked Mrs. Currie, who, awakened
by the shouting, had arisen and joined
the group. “They may not pass near
enough to hear the firing, and we have
no means of sending them word.”
“Fear nothing for that, mem-sahib”
(madam), answered the Hindoo boy,
quietly. “I will carry them word my
self.”
“But how can you possibly do it?”
cried Mrs. Currie, thunderstruck by the
confident tone in which this mere child
spoke of a task from which the hardiest
veteran might well have shrunk.
“Listen, Sahib,” answered Ismail.
“ I will slip out of the house and make
a dash into the enemy’s lines, as if I
were deserting from you to them, and
you can tell your people to fire a shot or
two after me with blank cartridge as I
go. Then the Sepoys will receive me
kindly, and I’ll tell them that you’re all
dying of thirst, and that they must only
wait one day more to make sure of you,
so that they won’t care to make another
attack. Then, when they have no sus
picion, and think I’m quite one of them
selves, I’ll steal away and slip across the
river.”
“ But are you quite sure the Sepoys
will believe yon?” asked Maj. Arm
strong, doubtfully.
“They’ll believe this, anyhow,” re
plied the boy, deliberately making a
deep gash in his bare shoulder and stain
ing his white frock with the blood as he
glided from the room, followed by Arm
strong.
The plan was soon explained to the
men below, and a moment later Ismail’s
dark figure was seen darting like an ar
row across the open space in front of the
building, followed by a quick discharge
of blank cartridges from marksmen at
the loopholes. The sound of the firing
drew the attention of the Sepoys, sev
eral of whom ran forward to meet him.
In another instant he was in the midst
of them.
“ I can scarcely see for those bushes,”
said Col. Annesley, “but he seems
to be showing them the wound on his
shoulder, and telling them it was our
doing.”
At that moment an exulting yell from
the enemy came pealing through the air.
“That’s the, story of our being short
of water, for a guinea I” said the Major;
“it was a very good thought of his. If
it only delays their attack two days lon-
ger, there may be time for help to arrive
yet. ”
Slowly and wearily tho long hours of
that fearful day wore on. The heat was
so terrible that even the native soldiers
of the garrison could barely hold their
own against it, and the handful of En
glishmen were also helpless. Had the
Sepoys attacked them, all would have
been over at one blow; but hour passed
hour, and there was no sign of an as
sault.
A*! length, as afternoon gave place to
evening, a movement began to show
itself in the enemy’s lines. Then curls
of smoke rising above the trees showed
that tho evening’s meal was in prepara
tion ; then several figures with pitchers
in their hands were seen going toward
the river, among whom the Colonel’s
keen eyes detected Ismail.
“ By George !” cried the old soldier,
slapping his knee exultingly, “that lad’s
worth his weight in gold I There’s his
way down to the river right open to him
without the least chance of suspicion.
Why, he’s a born gentleman—nothing
less I”
Every eye within the walls was now
turned anxiously upon the distant
group, fearing to see at any moment
some movement which ivould show that
the trick was detected. How did Ismail
mean to accomplish his purpose?
Would he plunge boldly into the river,
without any disguise, or had he some
fulther stratagem in preparation? No
one conldsay.
Suddenly, as Ismail stooped to plunge
his light wooden dipper into the water,
it slipped from his hands and went float
ing away down the stream. A cry of dis
may, a loud laugh from the Sepoys,
and then the boy was seen running
frantically along the bank and trying in
vain to catch the vessel as it floated past.
“ What on earth’s ho up to ? ” grunt
ed tho Colonel, completely mystified.
“I see I ” cried Maj. Armstrong, tri
umphantly; “there’s a boat yonder
•among the reeds, and he’s making for it.
Well done, my brave boy I ”
But at that moment a yell of rage
from the Sepoys told that the trick was
discovered.
Luckily those on the bank had left
their pieces behind, or poor Ismail
would soon have been disposed of; but
the alarm instantly brought up a crowd
of their armed comrades, whoso bullets
fell like hail around the boat and its
gallant little pilot.
,“Li' us lire a volley and make a
show of sallying out,” said the Colonel;
“ it’ll take their attention from him.”
But in this he was mistaken.
Tho first rattle of musketry from be
hind the house did indeed recall most of
Ismail’s assailants, but at. least a dozen
were left, who kept up an incessant fir
ing, striking the boat again and again.
All at once the Colonel dashed his
glass to the floor with a frightful oath.
Between tho two gusts of smoke he
had seen the boat turn suddenly over,
and go whirling down the river, keel
upward.
“ There’s an end of the poor lad,” mut
tered the veteran brokenly. “ God bless
him for a brave little fellow. And now,
old friend, we must just die hard, for
there’s no hope left.”
The first few hours of the night passed
quietly, and the exhausted defenders,
utterly worn out, slept us if drugged
with opium. But a little after midnight
the quick ears of the two veteran officers
—the only watchers in the whole gar
rison except the sentries themselves—
caught a faint stirring in the surround
ing thickets, which seemed to argue some
movement on the part of the enemy.
Listening intently for a few moments,
they felt certain that they were right,
and lost no time in arousing their men.
Tlie scanty stores of food were opened
once more, and, crouched together in the
darkness, the doomed men took what
they fully believed to be their last meal
on earth.
“They’re coming!” said’ Maj. Arm
strong, straining his eyes into the
gloom through a loop-hole. “ I hear
them creeping forward, though I can’t
see them.”
“What the deuce was that?” ex
claimed the Colonel, suddenly. “It
looked like a fiery arrow flying past. ”
“It’s worse than that,” said tho Ma
jor, in a low voice. “ Tho rascals are
shooting lighted chips of bamboo out on
to the roof to set it on fire. Send tho
women up with buckets to flood tho
thatch; there’s not a moment to lose.”
“ I’ll go and see to it mysolf 1” cried
Mrs. Currie, hastening out of the room.
But the power of this new weapon had
already become fatally manifest. The
house was an old one, and dry as
tinder from the prolonged heat,
and as fast as the flames were quenched
in one place they broke out in another.
When the day dawned the fire had al
ready got a firm hold of one corner of
the building, and a crushing discharge
was poured upon all who attempted to
extinguish it, while the triumphant yell
of the human tigers below told them
that they felt sure of their prey.
“It’s all over with us, old fellow,’’said
the Colonel, grasping the old comrade’s
I hand; “ but, at least, we shall have done
i our duty.”
I “ Give me one of your pistols,” whis
■ pered Mrs. Currie to her husband, in a
voice that was not her own. “ I must
I not fall into their hands alive.”
At this moment Maj. Armstrong was
1 seen to start and bend forward, as if lis
tening intently ; for he thought—al
' though he could scarcely believe his
! cars—that he had suddenly caught a
; faint sound of distant firing.
In another instant he heard it again,
and this time there could be no doubt,
for several of the others had caught it
. likewise, and u gleam of hope once
more lighted up their haggard faces and
bloodshot eyes.
Louder and nearer camo the welcome
sound, while the sudden terror and con
fusion visible among tho enemy showed
that they, too, were at no loss to guess
the meaning.
Then liigh above the din arose the
well-known “hurrah 1 ” and through the
smoke-clouds broke a charging line of
glittering bayonets and ruddy English
faces, sweeping away the cowardly mur
derers as the sun chases the morning
mist.
‘ ‘ That boy’s worth his weight in gold,”
said Col. Annesley, as, a few hours
later, he listened to Ismail’s account of
how he had dived under tho boat and
kept it between him and the Sepoys,
that they might think him drowned.
“He’s the pluckiest little fellow I’ve
seen, and, although he belongs to the
Major, I’m going to taka my share of
helping him on, by Jove I ”
J»L 11 . .... 1 . ".'I
The Burr-Hamilton Duel.
On tho 4th day of July, 1804, Alex
ander Hamilton and Aaron Burr had
met for the last time as public charac
ters at tho dinner of tho Cincinnati.
Tho arrangements for the duel, which
were of the most secret character, had
then been fully made, but not one guest
at the dinner would have suspected their
existence. Eye-witnesses long afterward
recalled tho imperturbable face of Burr
and the vivacity of Hamilton, who was
in the chair, and over tho walnuts and
tho wine sang tho ballad of “ Tho
Drum.” Eleven days later the antago
nists met at Weehawken—the beauties
of wliich, as sung by Halleck and Rob
ert C. Sands, the local poets of tho pe
riod, have long been destroyed. The
rocks on which the adversaries stood
have been made into blocks of Weehaw
ken granite and pave the streets of the
metropolis. William P. Van Ness, who
eight years afterward filled the office
now filled by Judge Choate, was Burr’s
second on that dark day, and Judge
Nathaniel Pendleton, the grandfather of
Senator Pendleton, was Hamilton’s sec
ond. Matthew L. Davis, “the spy at
Washington,” a journalist thought to be
closely connected with Burr, anil the
famous Dr. Hosack waited in a dell be
low the dueling ground near the water’s
edge, where wonderingly sat the boat
men who had ferried the parties over.
At twelve paces the rivals faced each
other—Hamilton placed so that he took
his last look at the city. Burr fired as
the lips of Judge Pendleton closed on
the word “ Present,” and Hamilton was
shot dead before ho could bring
his pistol to a level. It is
doubtful whether he mount to fire
ut all on the first exchange of shots, for
when Judge Pendleton hod inquired
“Shall I set tho hair trigger?” his prin
cipal had meaningly said “Not this
time.” Tho wound was soon pronounced
mortal by Drs. Hosack and Wright Post
and certain consulting surgeons of emi
nence whom Gen. Key, the French Con
sul, summoned from three French frig
ates which had anchored in tho harbor.
In thirty hours after the encounter
Hamilton was dead. Possibly his death
agonies, which the surgeons described
as acute, were intensified by the re
membrance that less than three years
previously his eldest son, Philip, had
also been killed in a duel. By his bed
side stood his fifth child, John Church
Hamilton, who still lives at the age of
88 years. Among the other children by
the bedside were Angelica, who died un
married; Alexander, Jr., who left no
children ; James Alexander, who mar
ried Miss Mary Morris, and died at
Dobb’s Ferry two or three years ago,
leaving four daughters and one son.
Alexander, a distinguished lawyer;
William Stephan, who died a bachelor
in California ; Eliza, who became Mrs.
Augustus Holly, and Philip, the young
est, who married tho daughter of Louis
McLane, and whose son, Dr. Allan Mc-
Lane Hamilton, is a well-known phys
ician in this city. The verdict of the
Coroner’s jury, “ that Aaron Burr, Vice
President of the United States, was
guilty of the murder of Alexander Ham
ilton, and that William P. Van Ness
and Nathaniel Pendleton wero accessor
ies,” lies now among the musty files of
tho Court of General Sessions.—JVcw
York World.
Mills for Marbles.
Almost all the marbles with which
boys everywhere amuse themselves, in
season and out of season, on sidewalks
and in shady spots, are made at Ober
stein, Germany. There are large agate
quarries and mills in that neighborhood,
and the refuse is turned to good account
in providing the small stone balls for
experts to “ knuckle” with. The stone
is broken into small cubes, by blows of
a light hammer. These small blocks of
stone are thrown by the shovelful into
the hopper of a small mill, formed of a
bedstone, having »ts surface grooved
with concentrate furrows. Above this
is the “runner,” which is of some hard
wood, having a level face on its lower
surface. The upper block is made to
revolve rapidly, water being delivered
upon tho grooves of the bedstone where
the marbles are being rounded. It takes
about fifteen minutes to finish half a
bushel of good marbles, ready for the
boy’s knuckles. One mill will turn out
169,000 marbles per week. The verv
hardest “crackers,” as tho boys call
them, are made by a slower process,
somewhat analogous to the other.
A whiter in Land and Water says:
“What a mistake it is to iiut marble
statues in the open air in London I
There is an effigy of the Queen in the
Royal Exchange. In fine weather the
features are soot-begrimeil, and on wet
days tho water flows in dirty furrows
down tho checks.”
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ftO. 2
True Love.
A pretty story is told of the late
Czarina, who, as is well known, was a
most faithful wife, in spite of tho long
continued harsh treatment and neglect
of the Czar, and a wise and devoted
mother. Although a strict observer of
the rules of the Greek Church, she al
ways opposed the tendency to substitute
forms and ascetic ceremonies in religion,
in place of true feeling and domestic
every-day duty.
While visiting the Smolnoje Institute
for girls, some years ago, the Empress,
during tho examination of tho pupils,
suddenly asked, “What is love?”
The young ladies blushed as though
an improper question had been proposed,
became greatly confused, and were silent.
Madame Leontieff, the directress, kneel
ing, begged leave to state to Her Majesty
that all knowledge of this dangerous suh ■
ject was prohibited by her, and that, in
all probability, the pupils did not even
know the moaning of the word.
The Czarina frowned. “So far from
being a dangerous subject, madame,” she
said, “love should be the pure main
spring of a woman’s life; first, love for
her parents; then, love for her husband ;
lastly, love for her children ; and love for
God always. If your pupils heve not
this, they are badly prepared for the du
ties of life,”
The Empress left the Institute, and
the next day, Madame Leontieff was re
moved as incompetent by tho Imperial
Ministry of Education.
In American society, the mention of
love is too often received by young girls
with ablush and a giggle, which betray
tho narrow and vulgar meaning which
they attach to the word. .It is to them
simply a flirtation with some young man,
which may or may not end in a mar
riage.
It is the fault of their mothers if they
are not taught to know and respect that
divine quality of devotion and self-sacri
fice, which alone can ennoble a woman’s
life, and which, whether it is given to
parent, child, or lover, makes her more
akin to her Master.
If we were asked for a typical picture
of love in the present time, we should
choose, not a pretty little girl sitting by
a moustached youth in the moonlight,
but Mary Diller standing by her old
helpless father on the burning deck of the
Seatvanhaka, the flumes wrapping her
like a garment, and burning her eyes
blind.— Youth’n Companion.
A Witty Judge.
Readers of Shakespeare have al ways en
joyed the wit of ‘ ‘Bort) a, ” in the Merchant
of J "enice, by which she saved “Antonio’'
from the knife of * ‘Shylock. ” The pretend
ed judge affirmed the right of “Shylock”
to his pound of flesh, but added, should n
drop of blood bo shed in taking it, his
life would ba forfeited. A California
judge has shown equal wit.
A bard character, well-known as a thief,
was indicted for entering a miner’s tent,
and stealing a bug of gold dust. The
theft was proved. Ho hud been seen to
cut a slit in tho tent and reach in and
take the bag. A bright thought occured
to the counsel for the defence.
“ How far did he get when ho took the
dust?”
“About half-way in, as he reached
over,” said the witness.
“ May it please your honor,” said the
shrewd lawyer, “ I shall demand the
acquittal of my client. The indictment
is not sustained. lie did not enter tho
tent. Can a man enter a house when
one-half of his body is in, and the other
half out?
The jury and judge were equal to the
emergency. The verdict of the’ jury
was, “ Guilty as to one-half of his body,
and not guilty as to tho other half. ” The
sentence of the judge was, “Imprison
ment for the guilty part, of two years.
The prisoner may leave the other part
behind, or take it with him. ” The sharp
lawyer was outwitted.
Healthy Hints to Students.
“Health Notes for Students” is a
neat little pocket pamphlet, condensed
by Prof. Burt G. Wilder from his course
of six lectures on hygiene, delivered at
Cornell University. It embodies many
useful suggestions respecting choice of
Poom, food, clothing, ventilation, time
and method of study, sleep, exercise,
bathing, care of the eyes, and stimu
lants. He advises students to make
breakfast their principal meal, not be
cause the forenoon is usually longer and
more fully occupied than the afternoon,
but because a hearty mid-day dinner is
apt to incapacitate one for both mental
and bodily work during a large part of
tho afternoon. He thinks that break
fast should always include oatmeal
mush, oi cracked wheat, with plenty of
milk ; and that in place of meat, at least
for an occasional change, two or three
eggs are desirable.
Early Rising.
A German physician of celebrity has
lately been investigating the subject of
early rising, and has come to the con
clusion that, far from making a man
“healthy, wealthy and wise,” it has
quite the contrary effect, and shortens
life instead of prolonging it. In the
majority of cases which he has inves
tigated," the long-livers have indulged in
late hours, and at least eight out of
every ten persons who attained the ago
of 80 and upward were in the habit of
not retiring to rest until the small hours,
and remaining in bed until the day was
far advanced. Ho has no doubt what
ever that early rising is a most perni
cious habit for those who go to bed lute,
and, lilio Charles Lamb, thinks it better
mid, like Charles Lamb, thinks it better
for everybody to delay getting up until
tho morning has had a chance to be
come well aired.