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X PUBLISHED EVERY THURxDA —AT- BKLLTON, ga. ' BY JOHN BEATS. Tkkms—Jl.ou per uitun 50 cents for sir months; 25 cents forthree months. rnrtiei away from Bellton me requested to send their names with such amounts of money a. tney can pare, tom 2cc. - o $1 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.” Softli Published Evbry Thursday at BELLTON, GEORGIA. RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. Ojs year (52 numbers), $1.00; six months i, 6 numbers) 50 cents; three months (13 number.) 25 cents. O.lite m the Smith building, east of the d pot. 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.