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The Jesui) Sentinel.
Offlcs in the Jesup [louse, fronting nu Cherry
street, two doors from Broad Bt.
PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY,
...by... .
T. P. LITTLEFIELD.
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TOWN DIRECTORY.
TOWN OFFICERS.
Mayor—H. Whaley.
Councilmen—Dr. R. F. Lester, E. A. Eler
bee, M. W. Sureiicv. A. B. Purdorn, G. M. T.
Ware.
Clerk and Treasurer—G. M. T. Ware.
Marshal—Wm. M. Austin.
COUNTY OFFCERS.
Ordinary—Richard B. Hoppe.
Sheriff—John Y, Goodbrtad.
Clerk Superior Court—Benj. O. Middleton
Tax Receiver—J. C. Hatcher.
Tax Collector—W. U. Causey.
County Surveyor—Noah Bennett.
County Treasurer—John Massey.
Coroner—D. McDitha.
Coirnt^^Rhmissioners—J. F. King, G.
IV. Haines, James Knox, J. G. Rich, Isham
Reddish. Regular‘meetings of the Board
3d Wednesday in January, April, July and
October. Jas. F. King, Chairman.
COURTS.
Superior Court, Wayne Cpuntv— Juo. L.
Harris, Judge; Simon W. Hitch, Solicitor-
General. Sessions held on second Monday
in March and September,
BMsliear, Picra Com!? tap
. TOWN DIRECTORY.
TOWN OFFICERS.
Mayor—R. G. Riggins.
Councilmen—D. P. Patterson,J. M. Downs
J. M. Lee, B. D. Brantly.
Clerk of Council—J. M. Purdom.
Town Treasurer —B. D. Braotly.
Marshal—E. Z. Byrd.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
Ordinary—A. J. Strickland.
Clerk Superior Court—Andrew M. Moore.
Sheriff—E. Z. Byrd. .
County Treasurer—D. P. Patterson.
County Serveyor—J. M. Johnson.
Tax Receiver and Collector—J. M. Pur
dom.
Chairman of Road Commissioners—llßl
District, G. M., I.ewis C. TVyliy; 12"0 Dis
t-rict, G. M., George T. Moody; 584 District,
G. M,; Charles 8. Youmanns; 590 District,
G. M., D. B. McKinnon.
Notary Publics and Justices of the Peace'
etc.—Blackshear Precinct, 554 district,G.M.,
Notary Public, J # G. 8. Patterson ; Justice
of the Peace, It. R. James; Ex-officio Coe
stable E. Z. Byrd.
Dickson?s Mill Precinct, 1250 District, G
M , Notary Public,Mathew Sweat; Justice of
the Peace, Geo. T. Moody; Constable, W.
F. Dickson.
Patterson Precinct, 11 SI District, O. M.,
Notary Public, Lewis C. Wylly; Justice of
tho Tcaco, Lewis Thomas.; Constables, H.
Prescott and A. L. Griner.
Schlatterville Precinct, 590 District, G. M
Notary Public, !•>. B. McKinnon; Justice o
the Peace, R. T. James; Constable, John \Y r
Booth.
Courts—Superior court, Pierce county
John L. Harris, judge' Simon W. Hitch
Solicitor General. Sessions held first Mon
dry in March and September.
Corporation court, Blackshear, Ga., session
hold second Saturday in each Month. Police
court sessions every Monday Morning at 9
o’clock.
JESUP HOUSE,
Corner Broad and Oherrv Streets,
(Near the Depot,)
T. P- LITTLEFIELD. Proprietor.
Newly renovated and refurnished. Satls
faetlon guaranteed. Polite waiters will take
your baggage to and from ihc house.
BOARD $2.00 per day. Mingle Meals. 50 ots
CUKRENT PARAGRAPH S.
Southern News.
Atlanta up to the 12th inst., had re
ceived 95,774 bales cotton, against 86,-
552 last season.
The moonshiners of the Alabama
mountain districts manufacture crooked
brandy.
There is one lot of land of forty acres
in north Georgia that has yielded over
one million dollars in gold since the war.
It is estimated that six thousand
voters of south Alabama have forwarded
petitions to IVashington, within the past
two months, asking the passage of the
‘southern Pacific railroad bill.
Five colored men were drowned in
Jackson, Miss., the 10th inst., by the
eu3den rising of Town creek. The rain
was very heavy, and ail the bridges of
the creek were more or less damaged.
Memphis Avalanche: From a gentle*
man who has just returned from Hot
Springs, we learn that Hot Springs is to
be built up right away with-substantiai
buildings of brick. There is over there
now a tobacconist from New York with
a half million of dollars to invest; also a
man from Cincinnati with mechanics,
and is going to build a SIOO,OOO hotel
with all the latest improvements. The
government agent will give a certificate
< f title to parties who will build substan
tial buildings on the burned district.
Some titles have already been given.
All Sorts.
lea-chests made in Massachusetts are
to be exported to China.
A ton of wheat can be sent from Chi
cago to Liverpool for seven dollars.
The Mormons are building a magnifi
cent temple on the summit ef a high
mountain in Manti, Utah. Five hun
dred men are at work on it, and it will
not be completed for four years.
Mr. Alexander Jamieson, of Berlin, in
Australia, has constructed a buggy con
dating exclusively of iron and steel. In
place of hickory spokes and oak felloes
he has employed wrought iron tubes and
T iron. The tubes fit into the axle-box
at one end and are riveted to the T iron
at the other. The first noticeable effect
has been to add to the weight ot the
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vehicle. This has accrued in spite of
the thinness of the parts. The cost also
has been enhanced. The extra weight is
not considered important by the maker,
in view of the strength which must result
from the use of iron in place of wood,
nor should it be felt, ouce a start is made,
except in the ascent of hills. Strength
and durability are regarded as a full
equivalent for the increase of cost. The
vehicle has a neat look, and an appear
ance, if not a reality, of lightness, which
renders it attractive.
THE PHONOGRAPH.
An Easily-Understood Description of the Wondr
-* ful Invention.
The phonograph has been frequently
mentioned and described. The fellow
ing may make the wonderful invention
still better understood. It is from a
report of experiments given in Phila
delphia :
The instrument was operated some
times by Mr. Bentley, but principally by
Mr. James Adams, the inventor’s repre
sentative. Mr. Adams, a highly intelli
gent Scotchman, with a strongly marked
Scotch accent in his speech, has been for
five years the assistant of Professor
Edison in the latter’s electrical and other
experiments. The machine occupied no
more space than would a Webster’s una
bridged, and its construction appeared
almost as simple as that of a housewife’s
coffee mill. It was a fae simile of one
which Prof. Edison is now constructing,
and which is to have a capacity of 48,000
words.
Mr. Adams, before the performance
began, thus explained the instrument:
“In this guttapercha mouthpiece is a
very thin diaphragm, made of tin-type
metal. The vibrations of the voice jar
the diaphragm, which has in its center,
underneath, a fine steel point. Around
this bras cylinder, which, you see, I
wrap a sheet of tin foil. I shove the
mouthpiece up Hntil the steel point
touches the tin foil, just above the first
groove on the left. Turning the cylin
der with this crank I talk into the mouth
piece. The diaphragm vibrates, causing
the steel point to perforate the tin foil,
leaving little holes of different diameters
and resembling the old Morse telegraphic
alphabet. The cylinder moves from left
to right until the steel point has gone
over the ent ire length of the spiral. Thus
we have, as it were, a stereotype plate
of the voice. From this plate a matrix
in sulphur (the most desirable substance
for the purpose) can be formed, and years
from now there can be taken from that
matrix other plates capable of the same
work which you will presently see this
one perform.
“Now I turn the cylinder back to the
starting point, in order that the steel
point may go over the perforations which
it made when I talked into the mouth
piece. The steel point, kept down by a
rubber spring under the diaphragm,
trips from hole to hole, causing the
diaphragm to vibrate as it did when I
was talking into the mouth piece. This
causing a corresponding opening and
closing of the valves of the diaphragm,
the words, intonation and accent are
reproduced with perfect accuracy. It
would be impossible for any human
mimic to do it so well. The small end
of this tin funnel is fixed in the mouth
piece to keep the reproduction from
scattering. Now listen.” Several gen
tlemen, evidently supposing that they
would not be able to hear without hav
ing their ears close to the funnel, were
putting their heads near the instrument,
but Mr. Adams told them that such a
proceeding was unnecessary, as they
couid distinguish sounds well enough at
a distance.
Mr. Adams, having wrapped a sheet 0
tin foil around the cylinder, spoke into
the mouthpiece in a voice of ordinary
pitch and time, but with distinct articu
lation, meanwhile slowly and regularly
turning the crank, the following:
Jack and Jiff went up the hill,
To get a bucket of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Having reset the cylinder and fixed
the funnel in the mouthpiece, he turned
the crank, and the diaphragm repeated
the rhyme, not oniy as distinctly as he
bad uttered it, but with so perfect a
mimicry of the Scotch accent as to cause
a general outburst of laughter, in which
the genial operator heartily joined.
Camels in the American JJesert.
For nearly a year past four camels
have been running at large in the vicinity
of Mineral Park—three old ones and a
young one. One of the old ones looks to
be quite ancient, and it may be that one
of the original stock was imported from
Asia many years ago. These animals
are very gentle. A few days ago Mr.
ICnobman was out hunting stock and be
came across these camels, but his mule
objected to an intimate acquaintance,
and commenced bucking. Horses and
mules are frightened at the sight of
them. In Nevada and Idaho, and I
think Montana, there is a iaw agaiDst
using these animals in towns or traveling
on the roads, as they frighten stock.
There seem to be no owners for these
camels, and in time they may increase
and become numerous.— [Arizona Miner,
JESUP, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 3, 1878.
OUR OWN.
R I had known in the morning’
How wearily all the day
The words unkind
Would trouble iuv mind,
1 said when I went away,
1 had been more careful, darling.
Nor given you heedless pail.,
But we vrx “ our own ”
With look and tone
We may never take back again.
For though in the quiet evening
1 may give you the kias of peace,
Yet it Might be
That never for me
Tlio pain at the heart should cense!
How many go forth in the morning
That never come home at night!
And hearts have beeu broken,
By harsh words spoken,
That sorrow can ne’er set right.
We have careful thought for the stranger,
And smiles for the sometime guest,
But oft for “ our owu ”
The hitter tone,
Though we love “ our owu ” the heat.
Ah ! lipr, with curse impatient!
. Ah ! brow with that look of acorn! ■
’Twere a cruel fate,
Were the night too late
To undo the work of the morn.
[Australian Star,
BILL AND THE WIDOW.
“ Wife,” said Ed. Wilbur one morning,
as lie sat stirring his coffee with one
hand, and holding a plum cake on his
knee with the other, and looking across
the table into the bright eyes of l is little
wife, “wouldn’t it be a good joke to get
bachelor Bill Smiley to take widow Wat
son to Barmim’s show next week ?”
“You can’t do it, Ed.; lie won’t ask
her, he’s awful shy. Why, he came by
here the other morning when I was
hanging out the clothes, and he looked
over the fence and spoke, but when I
shook out a night-gown he blushed like
a girl and went away.”
“I think I can manage it,” said Ed,;
“but I’ll have to lie just a little: But
then, it wouldn’t be much harm under
the circumstances, for I know she likes
him, and he don’t dislike her, hut just
as you say, lie's so shy. I’ll just go over
to his place to borrow some bags of him,
and if I don’t bag him before I come
back, don’t kiss me for a week to come,
Nell.”
So saying, Ed. started, and while he
is mowing the fields, we will take a look
at Billy Smiley.
He was rather a gook looking fellow,
though his hair and whiskers showed
some gray hairs, and he had got in a set
of false teeth. But every one said he
was a good old soul, and so he was. He
had as giaxl a burnt red-acre farm „ nay
in Norwich, and anew house and every
thing comfortable, anil if lie wanted s
wife, many a air I would have jumped at
the chance, like a rooster on a grass
hopper.
But Bill was so bashful—always was
—and when Susan Sherrybottle, whom
he was so sweet on, though he never said
“ boo ” to her, got married to old Wat
son, he just drew his head in like a mud
turtle into his shell, and there was no
getting him out again, though since she
had been a widow he paid more attens
tion to his clothes, and had been very
regular in his attendance at the church
the fair widow attended.
But here comes Ed. Wilbur.
“ Good morning, Mr. Smiley.”
“Good morning, Mr. Wilbur; what’s
the news your way ?”
“ Oh, nothing particular that I know
of,” said Ed., “only Barnum’s show,
that everybody is talking about, and
everybody and his gal are going to. I
was over to old Sock rider’s last night,
and see his son Gus has got anew buggy,
and was scrubbing up his harness, and
he’s got that white-faced colt of his as
slick as a seal. I understand he thinks
of'taking Widow Watson to the show.
He been hanging around there a good
deal of late but I just like to cut him
out, I would. Susan is a nice little woman,
and deserves a better man than that
young pup of a fellow, though I would
not blame her much either if she takes
him, for she must be dreadful lonesome,
and then she has to let her farm out on
shares, and it isn’t half worked, and no
one else seems to have the spunk tospe.sk
to her. By jingo, if I was a single man,
I’d show you a trick or two.”
So Haying, Ed. borrowed some bags
and started around the corner of the
barn, where he had left Bill sweeping,
and put his ear to a knot hole and lis
tened, knowing the bachelor had a habit
of talking to himself when anything
worried him.
“Confound that young Sockrider!”
said Bill; “ what business has he there,
I’d like to know ; got anew buggy,
has he 1 Well, so have I, and anew
harness, too; and bis horse can’t get
sight of mine, and I declare I’ve half a
mind to—yes, I will! I'll go this very
night and ask her to go to the show with
me. I’ll show Ed. Wilbur that I ain’t
such a calf as he thinks I am, if I did let
old Watson get the best of me in the first
place
Ed. could scarcely help laughing out
right ; but he hastily hitched the bags on
his shoulder, and with a low chuckle at
his success, started home to tell the news
to Nelly; and-about five o'clock that
evening they saw Bill go by with his
horse and buggy, on his way to the
widow’s. He jogged along quietly,
thinking of the old singing-school days,
and what a pretty girl Susan was then,
and wondering inwardly if he would
have more courage to talk up to her,
until at a distance of about a mile from
the house, he came to a bridge, he gave
a tremendous sneeze, and blew his teeth
out of his mouth and clear over the
dashboard, and striking on the plank,
they rolled over the side of the bridge
and dropped into four feet of water.
Words cannot do justice to poor Bill
or paint the expression of his face as
he sat there completely dumbfounded
at his pice of ill luck. After a
while he stepped out of his buggy,
and getting down on his hands
and knees, looked over into the
water. Yes, there they were, at the
bottom, with a crowd of little fishes rub
bing their noses against them, and Bill
wished to goodness that his nose was as
close for one second. His beautiful teeth
had cost him so much, and, the show
coming on and no time to get another
set—and the widow and young Sock
rider.
Well, he must try and get them some
how and no time to be lost, for someone
might come along and ask him what he
was fooling around there for. He had no
notion of spoiling his clothes by wading
in with them on; and, besides, if he did,
he could not go to the widow’s that
night, so he took a look up and down the
road, to see that no one was in sight, and
then quickly undressed himself, laying
his clothes in the buggy to keep them
clean. Then he ran around the bank
and waded into the almost icy cold
water, hut his teeth didn’t chatter in his
head, he only wished they could. Quietly
he waded along so as not stir the mud
up, and when he got to the right spot he
dropped under the water and came out
with his teeth in his mouth. But hark !
What noise is that ? A wagon, and a
dog barking with all his might, and his
horse is starting.
“ Whoa ! whoa ! Stop you brute, you,
stop 1”
But stop he would not, hut went off at
a spanking pace; witli the unfortunate
bachelor after him. Bill was certainly
in a capital running costume, but though
he strained every nerve he could not
touch the buggy or reach the lines that
were dragging on the ground. After a
while his l'lug hat shook off the seat,
and the hind wheel went over it, making
it as Hat as a pancake. Bill snatched it
as he ran, and after jamming his fist into
it, stuck it, all dusty and dimpled on his
head. And now he saw the widow’s
mxune on top <>l Hu hill, and what, oh
what will he do? Then his coat fell out
and he slipped it on, and then making a
desperate spurt he clutched the hack of
the seat and scrambled in, and pulling
the buffalo robe over his legs, stuffed the
other things beneath. Now the horse
happened to be one he got from Squire
Moore, and he got it from the widow,
and the animal took it into his head to
stop at her gate, which Bill had no power
to prevent, as he was too busy buttoning
up his coat to his chin to think of doing
much else.
The widow heard the rattling ef the
wheels and looked out, and sseing that it
was Smiley and that he didn’t offer to get
out, she went out to see what he wanted,
and there she ftood chatting, with her
white arms on the top of the gate, and
her face towards him, while the chills
ran down his shirtless hack clear to his
bare feet beneath the buffalo robe, and
the water from his hair and the dust from
his hat had combined to make some nice
little streams of mud that came trickling
down his faop.
She asked him to come in. No, ho was
in a hurry, he said, She did not offer to
go. He did not ask her to pick up his
reins for him, because he did not know
what excuse to make for not doing so
himself. Then he looked down the road
behind him and saw a white-faced horse
coming, and at once surmised it was that
of Gus Sockrider ! He rerolvcd to do or
die, and hurriedly told his errand. The
widow would he delighted to go—of
course she would. But wouldn’t he
come in? No, he was in a hurry,he said ;
and lie would go on to Green’s place.
“ Oh,” said the widow, “you’re going
to Green’s, are you ? Why, Pin going
there myself (o get one of the girls to
help me quilt to-morrow. Just wait a
second while I get my bonnet and shawl,
and f’ll ride with you.” And away she
skipped.
“What a scrape,” said -Bill, and he
ha-tily clutched his pants from between
his feet, and wriggled into them, when a
light wagon drawn by the white-faced
horse, driven by a boy, came along and
stopped beside him. The boy held up a
pair of boots in one hand and a pair of
socks in the other, and just as the widow
reached the gate again, he said :
“Here’s your boots and socks, Air.
Smiley, that you left on the bridge when
yon were in there swimming.”
“ You’re mistaken,” said Bill; “they
are not mine.”
“ Why,” said the boy, “ain’t you the
man that had the race aft*r the horse,
just now?”
“No, sir, lam not. You had better
goon about your business.”
Bill sighed at the loss of his Sunday
boota, and, turning to the widow, said :
“Just pick up those lines, will you,
please ? This brute of a horse is always
switching them out of rny hands.”
The widow comnlied; he pulled one
corner of the robe cautiously down as
she got >n.
“ What a lovely evening, she said :
* and so warm I don’t think we want
the robe over us, do we ?”
'l ou see she had on a nice new dress
and a pair of new gaiters,and she wanted
to show them.
“ Oh, my,” sasd Bill,earnestly, “you’ll
find it chilly riding, and I wouldn’t have
you catch cold for the world.”
She seemed pleased at this tender care
for her health, and contented herself
with slicking one of her little feet out,
As she did so a long silk neck-tie showed
over the end of the boot.
“ What is that, Mr. Smiley,--a neck
tie?”
“ Yes,” said he; “ 1 bought it the
other day, and I must have left it in the
buggy. Never mind it.”
Then they went on quite a distance,
he holding her hand in his. and wonder
• ing what he should do when they got to
Green’s; and she wondered why he did
not say something nice to her as well as
squeeze her hand, why his coat was hut
toned up so tightly on such a warm eve
ning, and what made his face and hat so
dirty,until they were going down a little
hill and one of the traces came unhitched,
and they had to stop.
“ Oh, murder 1” exclaimed Bill, “ what
next?”
“ What is the matter, Mr. Smiley ?”
said the widow, with a start, which
came very near jerking the robo off his
kneeH,
“ One of the traces is off,” answered
he.
“ Well, why don’t you get out anti put
it on again ?”
“ I can’t,” said Bill. “ J’ve got--that
is, I—l haven’t got--oh, dear, I’m so
sick! What shall I do?”
“ Why, Willie,” said she, tenderly,
“ what is the matter ? Do tell me !”
f-lie gave his hand a little squeeze, and
looked into his pale face ; she thought he
was going to faint, so she got out her
smelling-bottle with Iter left hand, and
pulling the stopper out with her teeth,
stuck it to his nose.
Bill was just taking in breath for a
mighty sigh, and the pungent odor made
him throw hack his head so far that he
lost his balance, and went over the low
hack buggy.
The little woman gave a low scream as
his hate feet flew past her head, and
covering her face with her hand*, gave
way to (ears or smiles—it is hard to tell
which, Bill was up in a moment, and,
leaning over the back of the seat, was
humbly apologizing and explaining,
when, Ed. WB 1 - r ami his wife and baby
drove tip behind and stopped.
Poor Bill felt that he would rather
have been shot than had Ed. Wilbur
catch him in such a /crape, but there was
no help for it now, so he called Ed. to
him and whispered in his car. Ed. was
likely to burst with suppressed laughter,
but he beckoned his wife to draw up,
and, after saying something to her, he
helprd the widow out of Bill’s buggy and
into his, and the two women ivent on,
leaving the men behind.
Bill lost no time in arranging his toilet
as well as ho could, and then with great
persuasion Ed. got him to go home with
him, and hunting up slippers and socks,
and getting him washed and combed, had
him quite presentable when the ladies
arrived.
I need not te-11 you liow the story was
all wormed out of bashful Bill, and how
they all laughed as they sat around the
tea-table that night; hut will conclude
by saying that they all went to the show
together, and Bill has no fear of Gus
Sockrider now.
Causes of Sudden Death.
Very few of the sudden deaths which
are said to arise from diseases of the
heart, do really arise from that cause.
To ascertain the real origin of sudden
deaths, experiments have been tried in
Europe and refiorted to a scientific
congress held at Strasbourg. Sixty-six
cases of sudden death were made the
subject of a thorough post-mortem exam
ination. In these only two were found
who had died from disease of the heart.
Nine out of sixty-six bad died of apo
plexy, while there were forty-six cases of
congestion of the lungs—that is, the
lungs were so lull of blood that they
could not work, there not being blood
enough for a quantity of air to enter to
support life. The causes that produce
congestion of the lungs are cold feet,
tight clothing, costive howeis, sitting
still, chilled after being warmed with
labor or rapid walking, going too sudden
ly from close, heated rooms into the cold
air, especially after speaking, and sudden
depressing news operating on the blood.
The causes of sudden death being known,
an avoidance of them may serve to
lengthen many valuable lives which
would otherwise be lost under the ver
dict “ heart complaint.” The disease is
supposed lo he inevitable and incurable;
hence, many do not take the pains they
would do to avoid sudden death, if they
knew it lay in their power.
. You can’t tell who your friends are
until you have had a stroke of bad luck.
When the financial sugar is gone the
flies go too. A lost pocketbook is pretty
sure to make startling revelations about
those vfho have professed to love you foi
yourself alone.
The Shaping- of a Ship.
In preparing to build an iron vesse
it must be first decided what she is to do,
where she is to go, and how sho is to be
moved. The character of the coast a
ship is to visit determines her shape and
capacity. If she is always to keep in
deep waters, and to follow the great
commercial highways of the world, she
must be built to sail in every sea ; must
be ready to encounter the dangers of
every climate, hot monsoons of Indian
seas or the freezing storms of the north
Atlantic. If she is to visit our southern
ports and rivers, she must be flat-bot
tomed and of light draught, that she
may creep over the shallow bars in
safety. If she is to ascend swift nnd
narrow rivers, she must be provided
with ample means of ventilation and
shaded decks. If her way leads to
northern ports, she must be ready to
ride the tremendous seas and the furi
ous gales of the North Atlantic. If her
cargo is to be coal, she will assume one
shape ; if cotton, quite another. If she is
to have paddles, she takes one form; if a
screw, quite another.
Having decided all this, having settled
upon her length, depth, width, anti
capacity, and fixed the cost, the next
step is to make the model. A cabinet
maker carefully prepares a number of
pieces of choice wood of exactly equal
thickness, say, from four to six inches
wide, and from a yard to one and a hall
yards long. At the same time he selects
an equal number of pieces of veneer ol
the same size, choosing a veneer ol a
dark color or a color contrasting with
the other wood. These boards are care
fully laid one over the other, with the
veneer between each, and the whole is
then glued together to make a solid
block. Out of this block the designer
shapes a model of one-half of the hull of
the ship. He gives this Mock the exact
shape the future ship is to assume when
seen from the side. Only a half model
is made, as the two sides of the ship will
he simply duplicates of the model.
Everything depends upon the skill of
the designer. The ship’s speed, capac
ity, draught, and safety depend upon the
shape he givoH this wooden model. Men
are not taught to make models; the good
dMHtgner is Isirn, not made. Tho imagi
nation that can see the future ship in'the
Mock on wood, the sure eye that can
draw the exquisite lines of bow and
stern, (lie delicate band that can realize
these lines of beauty,come not by observ
ation. They are gilts.
The architect making plans of' houses
and temples has comparatively an easy
task. The drawing gives a clear idea of
the appearance of the future building,
and his work is perfectly plain mid sim
ple. The marine architect must com
bine science with beauty of form, or,
rather, his science must be expressed in
a beautiful form. The model must be
an exact copy of the ship in little. He
must be able to point out how deep the
ship will sink in the water, how the
hows will part the water in front,
how the displaced water may sweep past
tho sides and under the stern. 'The model
must show how deep the screw will he
submerged, how far the ship may heel
over under the influence of her sails or
the waves in safety, and how she will lie
upborne from moment to moment on (he
ever-shifting waves. His art is the careful
adjustment of forces one against the
other, the weight against the flotation
or buoyancy, the resistance of the water
agai nut the power of her screw and engines,
the force of the waves and wind against
her own stability. The finished model
is full of grace ami benuly ; but it comes
not from the mere blending of sweeping
curves and swelling lines, hut from the
balance of these forces. It is beautiful
because the repose of forces in equilibrium
is always beautiful. Certainly, if the
architect is called an artist, the model
maker is fully his equal.—| Charles
Barnard, in Harper’s Magazine.
(Indellvereil Speeches,
The Record contains fourteen solid
pages of speeches which purports lo have
been delivered on the president’s veto in
the house, but which were never deliver
ed. They are from Walker, of Virginia;
Crittenden, of Missouri; Baker, of Indi
ana; Caldwell, of Kentucky, and Hlem
mons, of Arkansas .Mr. Crittenden’s
speech, although purporting to have been
deliver* and on the day the silver bill waa
pasted over the veto, refers to extracts
from the New York papers of the next
day, which stamps the bogus character of
his efforts at once. Mr. Hlemmons opens
his speech by “ declaring that be will
occupy hut a moment of the time of the
house,” in order to make his remarks
appear to have been actually delivered.
Alter pretending lo speak of the ‘ ocean
cables tiiat were livid with lightning
flying through caves from continental
Europe with congratulations over the
veto,” the Arkansas member concludes
with genuine Mississippi valley eloquence
as follows ; “It will be pleasing in the
future, when those who have so long
plundered the people arc damued and
sitting like ghosts along the wailing shore,
to read the slory of their crimes by the
red glare of hell; to remember that they
once had a good time, and for their com
fort I submit a tabular statement which
' will refresh their memory.” Over one
| hundred columns of this bogus debate
| are yet to come.—[-Special to the New
| York World.
WAIFS AND WHIMS.
.. A certain little damsel, being aggra
vated beyond endurance by her big
brother, fell down upon her knees, and
cried: “ O Lord 1 bless my brother
Tom. He lies, he steals, he swears. All
boys do; us girls don’t. Amen.”
.. “ This cremating I do not approve
of,” said a thin married lady the other
day to her companion. “ Fancy being
burned into ashes and put up like pre
serves in a jar. Besides, when 1 die, I
want to be able to come back and haunt
my husband if he marries again.”
..Outside the meetin’-house : Deacon
Norwood (to Elder Tompkins)—“ Yes.
sir; a raaa with hope and without no
faith is just like a young man in a row
boat, who ain’t got only one oar, anti
rows round and round in a circle and
don’t get nowhere.” Bmall boy (at a
safe distance)— 11 If he warn’t a darned
fool, 1 e’d scull.”
. The Portsmouth (N. H.) Times says
that at a trial of a criminal case in court
in Saco, Me., in January, the prisoner
entered a plea of not guilty, when one
of the jurymen puton his hat and started
for the door. The judge called him, and
informed him that he could not leave
until the caw was tried. “Tried?”
queried the juror, “ why he acknowl
edged that he is not guilty.”
. How many take a wrong view of life,
and waste their energies and destroy their
nervous system in endeavoring to accu
mulate wealth, without thinking of the
present happiness they are throwing
away. It is not wealth or high station
that makes a man happy. Many ot the
most wretched beings on enrth have both;
hut it is a radiaut, sunny spirit, which
knows how to bear little trials and en
joy comforts, and thus extract happiness
from every incident in life.
.. A little Sacramento girl who during
the past few days had heard so much
afoul floods and levees that her little
head was getting puzzled, listened earn
estly at the table to the remark of her
parents about the recent heavy rain,
during which some allusion was made to
the “ floods of the Heavens.” “ Pa,”
ahe exclaimed, as a look of dismay passed
over her countenance, “ Pa, is the levee
busted up there, too?”
NO. 31.
Touching Deatli-ReJ Scene.
Willie, a bright little daughter of
Captain T. W. Walton, died at her
fa l tier’s residence, near Roanoke, on tho
14th of January, in the seventh year of
her age. Little Willie had been sick a
long time, yet she bore her affliction
with all the patience and fortitude of
one much older. On the day of he*
death she called her little brothers and
sisters around her and divided among
them her toys, telling them she was
going to die, and for them not to quarrel
over the toys. She requested her father
to remain with her during the day,
informing him that she would not live
to see another. She lingered until seven
o’clock in the evening, without the least
apparent change, in a perfectly conscious
condition, talking to those around her.
She counted the strikes as the clock
tolled seven, and when it had finished
she turned to her father and said : “ I‘a,
I will never hear the clock strike again;
give me an apple.” The apple was given
her, and, after eating it, she began talk
ing of dying, expressing a great aversion
to being put under the ground nfter
death. She was assured that only her
body was buried ; that the spirit left tho
body and went to heaven. This seemed
to give her gieat relief, and again ad
dressing her father, she said : “Is ma
watching for me?” and on being assured
she was, she said: “Turn me over then,
and let me die.” She was tenderly
turned on her side, and in another
moment the spirit of little Willie had
flown to join its dear mamma over tho
river. The clock tolled eight all tho
same, hut little Willie never heard it.
She was dead! —| Howard County Ad
vertiser.
Sol. Smith’s Curse.
Hoi Smith’s brother Lemuel, a young
aeter, was killed in Augusta, Ga. His
murderer, Flournoy, was acquitted by
the jury on the piea that the killing
might lie classed as the result of a duel.
After hearing the verdict, Sol Smith said
to the homicide:
•< Before (Jod and man I charge you with
murdering my brother ! The sleep of the
innocent will never more lie yours.
You are a murderer, and will ever more
earrv the mark of homicide upon your
brow. From this time forth in this
world you will never sleep again.”
Two years later Hoi was accosted by an
abject-looking wretch, who stood before
him in an attitude of supplication It
was Win. Flournoy.
“Why do you follow me?” said Sol.
“ Because 1 want you to shoot me—
right here. ’
“ No, it is not lor me to punish you,”
was the reply.
“It is not punishment I ask you to
inflict—that I have received already, in
full neasure; it is vengeance I ask you
to take, for your brother’s murder upon
his murderer. I endeavored to persuade
myself I committed the deed in self
defense, hut know better now. I am a
murderer. You said I would never sleep
more, and I never have. I closed my eyes
at night aH usual, have steeped my senst3
in brandy until unconsciousness came
but that blessed sleep you drove away
has never returned to me for one moment.
My life is a burden to me. Take it. Let
me die by your hand, and then I may
feel your brother may forgive me. I will
die to-night!” ho said, impressively, as
80l turned away and left him.
The next morning Flournoy’s body
was found at his country place. It was
riddled with bullets and scalped. An
Indian war had just broken out, and he
had been the first victim. [Sunny
South.