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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. Subscription Rates. (Postage Prepaid,) One year $2 00 Six months 1 00 Three months 50 Advertising Rates. Per square, first insertion $1 (X) Per square, each subsequent insertion. 75 rates to yearly and large ad vertisers. 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 VOL. 11. 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.