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The tap Sentinel. Office io the Jesup House, fronting on (Jiierry street, two doors from Broad i>t. PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, ... BY ... T. P. LITTLEFIELD. Subscription Rates. (Postage Prepaid.) One year*...-. ...*2 00 j Six months., 1 00 Three months 50 Advertising Rates. Per square, first insertion $1 00 Per square, each subsequent insertion. 75 .j/Sfi'Speciai rates to yearly and large ad vertisers. TOWN DIRECTORY. TOWN OFFICERS. Mayor—H. Whalev. Councilmen—Dr. it. F. Lester, jff. A. Eler bee, M. W. Snrency, A. B. Purdorn, G. M. T. Ware. Clerk and Treasurer—G. M. T. Ware. Marshal—Wm. M. Austin. COUNTY OKFCERS. <>rdinarv—Richard B. Hopps. Sheriff—John N, Goodbrtad. Clerk Superior Court—Benj. O. Middleton Tax Receiver—.!. C. Hitcher. Tax Collector—lV. R. Causey. County Surveyor—Noah Bennett. County Treasurer—John Massev. Coroner—D. McDitha. County Commissioners—J. F. King, G. I W Haines, James Knox, J. G. Rich, isham I Ee S l l !ar meetings of the Board 3d Wednesday in January, April, July and ! October. Jas. F. King, Chairman. COURTS. Superioi Court, Wayne County—Jno. L. i Harris, Judge; Simon W. Hitch" Solicitor- I General. Sessions held on second Monday in March and September. BMstar, Piercs Ciitj tap town Directory. TOWN OFFICERS. Mayor-—'ll. (Riggins. Counoilmen—l.). P. Patterson,!. M. Downs J. -a. Lee, B. D. Brantly. Clerk of Council—J. M. Vurdom, Town Treasurer—B. D. Brantly. 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., Lewis C. Wylly; 12 0 Dis trict, G. M., George T. Moody; 584 District, <l. M., Charles S. Youmanns; 590 District, ■G. M., D. B, McKinnon. Notary Publics and Justices of the Peace' etc.—Blaekshear Precinct.sß4 district,G.M., Notary Public, J, G. S. Patterson ; Justice of the Peace, R. R. James; Ex-officio Con stable E. 4 Byrd. Dickson’s Mill Precinct 1250 District, M , Notary Public,Mathew Sweat; Justice of the Peace, Geo. T. Moody; Constable, W. F. Dickson. Patterson Precinct, 1181 District, G. M., Nota y Public, Lewis C. Wylly; Justice of the Peace, Lewis Thomas; Constables, 11. Prescott and A. L. Griner. Schlatterville Precinct. 590 District, G. M Notary Public, I->. B. McKinnon; Justice o the Peace, R. T. Janies; Constable, John W Booth. * Courts—Supeiior court, Pierce county John L. Harris, yudge; Simon W. Hitch Solicitor General. Sessions held first Mon drv in March and September. Corporation court, Blaekshear, Ga., session held second Saturday in each Month. Police court sessions every Monday Morning at 9 o’clock. JESUP HOUSE, Corner Broad and Cherrv Streets, (Near the Depot,) T. P. LITTLEFIELD, Proprietor. Newly renovated and refurnished. Satis faction guaranteed. Polite waiters will take your baggage to and from the house. BOARD $2.00 per day. Single Meals, 50 cts CURRENT PARAGRAPHS. Southern News. Americus, Ga , baa just lost $50,000 worth ol property by fire. The state of Texas holds over forty nine million acres of land free of liability. The Texas express trains are all heavily guarded. The railroad authorities are conferring with the governor, Rev. I)r. Hoge, one of the leading preachers in the south, has taken to plain speaking against dueling and lynch law, and delivered a strong sermon against both in Richmond last Sunday. Dallas Herald; A case of miscegena tion occurred at Houston this week. A negro Darned Dering and a young white girl named Fannie McGuire, of Walker county, were married. Tuesday the negro was shot and killed, the contents of fifteen shot-guDS being emptied into his body. Deep Mining Shafts. The Chollar Savage-Norcross shaft has reached a perpendicular depth of 2,060 feet, and is now without doubt the deepest perpendicular shaft in America. It still lacks, however, 340 feet of having reached as great a perpendicular depth below the surface as either the Savage or Imperial consolidated inclines. If con tinued downward until the west wall of the Comstock lode is reached, it will have attained a depth of not far from 3,500 feet, and will then be one among the deepest—if not the dee; est—perpen dicular mining shafts in the world. Over a year ago the Adelbert shaft, sunk on a silver-lead mine in Prizibrsm, Bohemia had reached a perpendicular depth of 3,280 feet, and is, probably, the deepest perpendicular shaft in the world. That is a very old mine, its workings dating back to the year 1500 or more. The attainment ol that depth was celebrated at the time by the striking off of a large number of commemorative silver medals of the value of afl irin each. There are other mines, however, where greater depths have been attained than at the Adelbert shaft, but not in a perpendicular line. One of these is in the coal mines of —'* : VOL. 11. Yiviers Remus, in Belgium, where, by sinking and then boring, a depth of 3,542 feet has been reached. Another is the Rock Salt Bore hole, near Sperenberg, not far from Berlin, Prussia, which a few years ago had reached a perpendicular depth of 4,175 feet. The deepest bore hole in the world is probably the Artesian spring at Pottsdam, in Missouri, which has a depth of 5,500 feet.—[Gold Hill News. Not a Marrying Girl. They were seated together, side by side, on the sofa, in the most approved I lover fashion ; his arm encircling her taper waist, etc. “ Lizzie,” he said, “ you must have ! read my heart ere this ; you must know how dear I love you. “ Yes, Fred; you have certainly been very attentive,” skid Lizzie. “ But, Lizzie, darling, do you Jove me ? >Vill you be my wife?” “ Your wife, Fred! Of all things, no 1 No, indeed, nor any one eise’s.” “ Lizzie, what do you mean ?” “Just what I say, Fred. I’ve two married sisters.” “Certainly! and Mrs. Hopkins and Mrs. Skinner have very good husbands I believe.” “So people say ; but I wouldn’t like to stand in either May’s or Nell’s shoes ; that’s all.” “ Lizzie, you astonish me.” “ Look here, Fred ; I’ve had over twenty-five sleigh rides this winter, thanks to you and my other gentlemen friends.” Fred winced a little here, whether at i the remembrance of that unpaid livery bill, or the idea of Lizzie’s sleighing with j her other gentlemen friends I cannot j positively answer. “ How many do you think my sisters have had? Not the sign of one, either of them. Such pretty girls as May and ! Nellie were, too, and so much attention they used to have! ” “ Now, Lizzie, I—” “ I am fond of going to the theatre occasionally as well as a lecture or con cert sometimes, and I shouldn’t like it if I proposed attending any such en tertainment to he invariably told that times were hard and my husband couldn’t afford it, and then to have him sneak oft alone.” “ Lizzie, Lizme —” “And then if once in a dog’s age lie did condescend to go with me anywhere in the evening, I shouldn’t like to be leit to pick my way along the slippery places, at the risk of breaking my neck, he walking along unconsciously by my side. I’m of a dependent, clinging nature, and I need the protection of a strong arm.” “Lizzie, this is all nonsense.” “ I’m the youngest in our family, and perhaps I’ve been spoiled. At all events, I know it would break my heart to have my husband vent all the ill-1 emper which he conceals from the world on my defenceless head.” “But, Lizzie, I promise you that I—” “ Oh, yes, Fred ; I know what you are going to say—that you will be different; but Mary and Nell have told me time and again that no better husbands than theirs ever lived, no, Fred; as a lover, you are just perfect, and I shall hate awfully to give you up. Still, you are bent on marrying, there are plenty of girls who have not married sisters, or who are not wise enough to profit by their example, if they have. And don’t fret about me, for I've no doubt I can find someone to fill your place—” But before Lizzie had concluded, Fred made for the door, mutteriDg something “ unmentionable to ears polite.” “ There I” exclaimed Lizzie, as the door closed with a bang. “ I knew be was no better than the rest. That’s the way John and Aleck swear and slam doors, when things don’t go just right. He’d make a perfect bear of a husband, but I’m sorry he came to the point so soon, for he was just a splendid beau.”— [New Brunswick Fredonian. My Spectacles. I use the following maxim, viz, (that he is the true possessor of a thing who enjoys it, and not he that owns it with out the enjoyment of it), to convince myself that amusements are designed to delight my eyes, and the people are gaily attired to please me. I have a real, and they only aD imaginary pleasure from their exterior embellishments. I have discovered that I am the natural proprie tor of the diamond necklaces, the crosses, brocades and embroidered clothes, which I see at a play, as giving me more de light than to those that wear them. I looked on the belles and beaux as to many tulips in a garden, designed for my diversion. The same principles I use in private economy. I have purchased several landscapes and perspectives, which are more pleasing to me than unknown (BC“s done by the best masters. Every day 1 behold my fellow creatures laboring in a toilsome pursuit of triflss, which I re gard as a bit of r.band that has an agree able efi- ct on my sight, but makes the want of merit more conspicuous. I look upon fair weather and blue sky as part of my possessions, though not without wondering at men, who in their race through life overlook the real en , joyments of it. JESUP, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MAY 8, 1878. THE, VALLEY MILL. The running stream, and the busy millj In fancy I think I hear them still; And the old gray walls seem now in view, Bpyoad the bridge that so well I knew ; But sweeter the charm that brings them near For the friends who met by the green bank here. The wheels and the burrs go humming round, And All the vale with a pleasant sound, *Vhile clear and strong on the breese without I catch the tones of a joyous shout, Asa loving band gives welcome there. And my boy’s bright face is a balm for care. The mill goes on. and the wagons wait, But a stranger’s hand is on the gate; l he waters fall as they did of yore. And the grist still stands on the oaken floor ; But the traders now who come and go, Are cone of the people we used to know. The quaint old mill is to me thrice fair, And my spirit loves to linger there; But the vision oft is dirmn’d by tears, For a heavy shade on the scene appears, For t tic swept young form I see no more With Ihe miller’s dress at the open door. The Fatal Noose. The diligence from Paris to Chalons stopped one evening, just after dark, some miles beyond the little town of Rouviay, to set down an English lady and her child at a lonely roadside auberge. Mrs. Martin expected to find a carriage ready to take her to the Chateau de Senart, a distance of some leagues, whither she was repairing on a visit, but was told that it had not yet arrived. The landlady, a tall, coarse-looking woman, who showed her into the vast Hail that served at once as a sitting-room and kitchen, observed that the roads were so muddy and difficult at night that there was little chance of her friend arriving before tfci morning. “ You had better, therefore,” she said, “ make up your mind to sleep here. We have a good room to offer you, and you will be much more, comfortable between a pair of warm, clean sheets than knocking about in our rough country, especially as your dear child seems sickly.” Mrs. Martin, though much fatigued by her journey, hesitated. A good night’s rest was certainly a tempting prospect; but she felt so confident that her friends would not neglect her, that, after a mo ment she replied, “ I thank you, madame; I will sit up for an hour or so; it is not late, and the cariiage may come, alter all. Should it not, I shall be glad of your foom, which you may prepare for me at any rate.” The hostess, who seemed anxious that her guest should not remain in the great room, suggested that a fire b: made above; but Mra. Ivlanin found herself so comfortable wher. she was, a pile of fagots was blazing on the vast hearthi that she declined first to move. Her daughter, about five years cf age, soon went to sleep in her lap, and Bhe herself found that whilst her ears were anxiously listening for the roll of carriage wheels, her eyes oc casionally closed, and slumber began to make its insidious approaches. In order to prevent herself from giving way, she endeavored to direct her atten tion to the objects around her. The apartment was vast, and lighted more by the glare of the fire than by the dirty candle, stuck into a filthy tin candle stick that stood on one of the long tables. Two or three huge beams stretched across half-way up the walls, leaving a space filled with flitting shadows above. From these depended a rusty gun or two, a sword, several bags, hanks of on ions, cooking utensils, etc. There were very few signs that the house was much vis ited, though a pile of empty wine bottles lay in one corner. The landlady sat at some distance from the fireplace with her two sons, who had laid their heads to gether and talked in whispers. Mrs. Martin began to feel uneasy. The idea entered her mind that she had fallen into a resort of robbers; and the words “ Ce’ee’elk ,” (it is she) which was all she heard of the whispered conversation, continued to alarm her. The door leading into the road was left ajar, and for a moment she felt an impulse to start up and escape on foot. But she was far from any other habitation, and if the people of the house really entertained any evil designs, her attempt would only precipitate the catastrophe. So she re solved on patience, but listened atten tively for the approach of her friends. All she heard, however,was the whistling of the wind and the dashing of the rain, which had begun to fall just after her arrival. About two hours passed in this uncom fortable way. At length the door was thrust open, and a man, drippinsf wet, came in. She breathed more freely, for this new-oomer might frustrate the evil designs of her hosts, if they entertained any. He was a red-haired, jovial-faced looking man, and inspired her with confidence by the frankness of his man ners. “A fine night for walking!” cried he, shaking himself like a dog who has scrambled out of a pond. “ What have yon to give me ? lam wet to the skin. Hope I disturb nobody. Give me a bottle of wine.” The hostess, in a surly, sleepy tone, told her eldest eon to serve the gcnt’e man, and then addressing Mrs. Martin, said : “ You see your friends will not come, and you are keeping us up to no purpose. You bad better go to bed.” “ I will wait a little longer,” was the ; reply, which elicited a kind of shrug of ‘ contempt. The red-haired mkn finished his bottle of wine, and then said: “ Show me a room, good ;woman. I shall sleep here to-night.” Mrs. Martin thought that as he pro nounced these words he cast - protecting glance towards her, and she felt lees re pugnance at the idea of passing the night in that house. Wh<sft, therefore, the red-haired man. after i polite bow, went up stairs, she said that as her friends had not arrived they might as well show her to a bedroom. : “ I thought it would come to th'at at last,” said the landlady. ‘ Pierre, take the lady’s trunks up stairs.” In a few minutes Mrs Martin found herself alone in a spaeioinTroom, With a large fire burning on the hearth. Her first care after putting the child to bed was to examine the door. It closed only by a latch. There was no bolt inside. There was no bolt inside. She looked around for something to barricade it with, and perceived a chest of drawers. Fear gave her strength. She half lifted, half pushed it against the door. Not content with this, she seized a table, to increase the strength of her defense. The leg was broken, and when she touched it it fell witli a crash to the floor. A long echo went sounding through the house, and she felt her heart sink within her. ft But the echo died away, and no one came ; so she piled the fragments of tiie table upon the chest of drawers. Toler ably satisfied in this direction, eke pro ceeded to examine the windows. They were all well protected with iron bars. The walls were papered, and, after care ful examination, seemed to contain no signs of a secret door. Mrs. Martin now sank down into a chair to reflect upon her positjon. As was natural, after having taken these precautions, the idea presented itself that they might be superfluous, and she Bniiled at the thought of what her friends would say when she related to them the terror of the night. Her child was sleeping tranquilly, the rosy cheeks half buried in the pillow. The fire had blazed up into a flame, whilst the un snuffed candle burned dimly, room was full of pale, trembling shaaows, hut she had no superstitious feart. Some thing positive could alone ■ raise her alarm. She listened attentively, but she could hear nothing but the howling of the wind over the roof, and the pat tering of the rain against the window panes. As her excitement diminished, the fatigue (which had j>een forgotten) began again to make itsdf felt, and she resolved to undress and gp to bed. Her heart leaped into her throat. For a moment she seemed perfaitly paralyzed. She had undressed and put out the can dle, when she accidently) dropped her watch. Stooping to pick jt up, her eyes involuntarily glanced tovjards the bed. A great mass of red-hair, k hand, and a gleaming knife, were revealed by the light of the fire. After th first moment of terrified alarm, her presence of mind returned. She felt that she had herself cut off all means of escape by the door, and was left entirely to her own re sources. Without littering a cry, hut trembling in every limb, the poor woman got into bed by the side of her child. An idea—a plan—had suggested itself. It had flashed through her bmin litre light ning. It was the ODly chance left. Her bed was so disposed that the rob ber could only get out from under it by a narrow aperture at the head without making a noise; and it was probable that he would choose, from prudence this means of exit. There were no cur tains in the way, so Mrs. Martin, with terrible decision and noiseless energy, made a running knot in her silk scarf, and held it poised over the aperture ly which her enemy was to make his ap pearance. She had resolved to strangle him in defense of her life and that of her child. The position was an awful one; and probably had she been able to direct her attention to the surrounding circum stances, she might have given way to her fears and endeavored to raise the house by screams. The fire on the hearth, unattended to—had fallen abroad, and now gave only a dull, sullen light, with i an occasional bright gleam. Every ob-! ject in the vast apartment showed dimly and uncertainly, and seemed to be en dowed with a restless motion. Now and then a mouse advanced stealthily along the floor, but, startled by some move ment under the bed, went scouring back in terror to its Bole. The child breathed steadily in its unconscious repose; the mother endeavored also to imitate slum ber, but the man under the bed, uneasy in his position, could not avoid occasion ally making a slight noise. Mrs. Martin was occupied only with two ideas. First, she reflected on the extraordinary delusion by which she ha/1 been led to see enemies in the people of the house and a friend in this red-haired man; secondly, it struck her that as he could fear no resistance from a woman, he might push aside the chairs that were in the way, regardlef -of the noise, and thus avoid the snare that was laid for him. Once even she thought, while her attention was strongly directed to one spot, he had made his exit, and was leaning over her; but she was deceived I by a flickering shadow on the opposite wall In reality there was no danger that he would compromise the success of his sanguinary enterprise ; the shrieks of a victim, put on his guard, might alarm the house. Have you ever stood, hour after hour, with your fishing rod in hand, waiting with the ferocious patience of an angler for a nibble? If you have, you have some faint idea of the state of mind in which Mrs. Martin, with far other inter ests at stake, passed the time, until an old clock on the chimney-piece told one hour after midnight. Another source of anxiety now presented itself; the fire had nearly burnt out. Her dizzy eyes could scarcely see the floor, as she bent with fearful attention over the head of the bed,the terrible noose hanging,like the sword of Damocles, above the gloomy aperture. “ What,” she thought, “if he delays his appearance until the night has completely died away? Will it not then be impossible for me to adjust my scarf, to do the deed, to kill the assassin, to save myself and my child ? O, God ! deliver him into my hands!” A cautious movement below the diagging of hands and knees along the floor—a heavy, suppressed breathing— announced that the supreme moment was near at hand. Her white arms wore bared to the shoulder; her hair fell wildly around her face, like the mane of a lioness about to leap uj>on its prey ; the distended orbits oi her eyes glared down upon the spot where the question of iifo and death was to be so soon de cided. Time seemed immeasurably lengthened out—every iecoiid assumed the proportions of an hour. But at last, just as all lines and forms began to float before her sight through a distinct medium f blendod light and darkness, a black mass interposed between her eyes and the floor. Suspense being over, the time of action having arrived, every thing Keemed to pass witli magical rapidity. The robber thrust his head cautiously forward. Mrs. Martin bent down. There was a hall-choked cry— the sound of a knife falling on the floor —a convulsive struggle. Pull I pull! pull! Mrs. Martin heard nothing—saw nothing but the scarf passing over the head of the bed between tier two feet. She had thrown herself back, and, Hold ing her scarf with both hands, pulled with desperate energy for her life. The conflict had begun ; and one or the other must perish. The robber was a powerful man, and made a lurious effort to get loofc ; but in vain Not a Hound escaped from his lips—not a sound from hers. The dread(ul tragedy was enacted in si lence. “ Well, Mother Guerard,” cried a young man, leaping out of a carriage that stopped before the door of the auberf/n next morning, “what news have you for me? Has mother arri vi d?” “Is it your mother?” replied the land lady, who seemed quite good natured after her night’s rest. “There is a lady up stairs walling for some friends; hut she does not speak French easily, and seemed unwilling to talk. We could scarcely persuade her to go to bed.” “ Show me the room ! ” cried Arthur, running into the house. They soon arrived at the door. “ Mother! mother! ” cried he, but re ceived no answer. “ The door is only latched, for we have no robbers in this part of the country,” said the landlaly. But a formidable obstacle opposed their entrance. They became alarmed, especially when they heard the shrieks of the little girl, and hurst open the door. The first object that presented itself was the face of the robber, violently upturned from beneath the bed, and with protruding tongue and eyeballs; the next was the form of Mrs. Martin in the jarsition we left her. She was still pulling with both hands at the scarf, and glaring wildly towards the head of the bed. The child had thrown its arms around her neck, and was crying; but she paid no attention. The terror of that teriible night had driven her mad. A River Intensely Halt. it was very long supposed that the j brackish ness of Salt river, Arizona, was i caused by the stream running over abed of salt somewhere along its course. Its i waters are pure and fresh from where it j heads in the White mountains to within : fiity miles of where it empties into the | Gila. Fifty miles from its junction with i the Gila there comes into it a stream of water that is intensely salt. This stream pours out of the side of a large mountain, and is from twenty to thirty feet deep. It is very rapid and pours into the Balt river a great volume of water. Here could be eahly manufactured sufficient salt to supply the world. All that would l/e necessary would lie to dig ditches and lead the brine to basins in the nearest deserts, fhe heat of the sun would make the salt. Were there a railroad near the stream, its waters would doubtless soon be turned and led to im mense evaporating ponds. It is supposed that the interior of the mountain out of which the streams flow, is largely com posed of rock salt.—[Nevada Enterprise. Medical and Sanitary. Professor Page, of the university of Virginia, has written letters to Messrs. Harris and Tucker, urging that nitrate of soda and muriate of potash, bo:h articles of prime necessity in southern agriculture, be placed upon the free lift. He says the former is the cheapest source of nitrogen a farmer can use, next to his domestic manures, and muriate of potash is the cheapest form of Ilia; valuable element of plant food. Nobody should venture in a sick-room when in a perspiration, for the moment the body becomes cold it is in a state likely to absorb the infection ; nor visit a sick person, if the complaint be of a contagious nature, with an empty stom ach, nor swallow your saliva In attend ing a sick person, place yourself where the air passes from the door or window to the bed of the invalid, not between the invalid and the fire, as the heat of the Are will draw the infectious vapor in that direction, and there is danger in breath ingit. A celebrated English physician says that pedestrian exercise particularly exhausts the spine and brain, and is, therefore, the kind of exercise less suited to intellectually hard-working men. It is on this account that horseback exercise is the medicine it is—the horse having the fatigue, and the rider the exercise. To sufficiently jar ami agitate the liver and other internal organs, for some convalescents, the loins ami legs must He overworked. The thorough shake up which is got in the saddle is without eflort, or with the effort of only such muscles as can best afford it; and the student-rider comes back with physical forces all refreshed, beside the exhilara tion of movement for the spirits anil the change of mind. In femnlcs the ratio of cases of pul monary consumption to those of all other diseases is highest in those follow ing sedentary employments, less in those having mixed in-door employments, and least in those occupied out of doors. The highest ratio occurs in the esse of females whose liabils of life Hre irregular. In men the ratio of cases of pulmonary consumption to those oi all other diseases in the case of men following in-door em ployments varies inversely as the amount of exertion, being highest where there is least exertion, and lowest in employ ments requiring strong exercises Neither a constrained posture, nor exposure to a high tempeiature nor a moist tempera ture appears to have any marked effect in promoting pulmonary consumption. By noticing the way wo breathe, it is seen that the chest heaves ami the ab domen swells as* air is inhaled, but shrinks as the air is expelled. This proves that the bending posture pre vents tiie bowels from giving way before the diaphragm, and thus lessens the vacuum, and, of course, the amount of air inhaled. On fids account no one should ever bend the small of the hack, outwardly, but always inwardly, so as to throw the abdominal organs forward, thus giving them room to retire before the contracting diaphragm. Io sitting, the back of the chair should rarely Vie touched, but, if so, the spine must Vie kept straight. Ottomans are conse quently preferable to chairs, and ail should learn to sit independently ef the chair-hack, bending only at the hip joint. The Mexican Revolution. .Just so soon as Diaz got raiding ntnp|>ed on the Rio (irande, the greasers of that region became restless and kicked up a revolution. If the rebels are not im mediately put clown by the Mexican government, chaos and misrule will soon reign supreme along the river, and the old system of raiding into Texas will again prevail. The result will inevitably follow that the United Btates, to prelect the people of Texas, will be forced to j recognize Diaz, and aid him in keeping his turbulent subjects in proper sub jection to law. A strong government In the city of Mexico, with a long arm reaching to the Rio Grande, ir the only thing that will put an end to our troubles with those people. And the government at Washington owes it to the people of Texas, that they may live in security, to see that Mexico has a government that can control its people and make them respect the rights of others. Diaz lias been keeping things quiet, and the ad ministration, instead of recognizing his government and strengthening his bands, has been fiddling and fooling over the subject, until a revolution has broken out. that may raise for the people of Texas a very hell along the border.— [Ban Antonio Herald. . Our terms for publishing original peotry are as follows: Very good— Gratis. Medium-Ten cents per line, j Common —Twenty cents per line. Bad— Not at any price. Very bad—ln adver tising columns at card rates. Horrible i (such as will make people laugh)—Gratis [New Orleans Times. A correspondent ot the Scientific American wants to know “how human skin can 1* tanned.” He must have b -en a remarkab'e good boy when he went to school not to have learned that i among the other branches. WAIFS AND WHIMS. Tho Lover's Choice. “Here are roiea. ietl Hil l white”— “Thanks. Sear- no. Nature punts them all too bright” “Isitss? “Well, then, take this lily's face” ‘Chill it eeptne. l’rc,.t lie calm and stately gracs Coldness gleams ”, “l/tok—blue violets you said They were sweet!” “Brst their sweetness scemeth ehe.t At our Let.” Heliotrope, the deeieet flower On the earth!” “Nay, it fades before an hour. Little woitbU’J “Heart's-fase—that you’ll surely keep If you might. Ijty it on my spirit deep Out ol sight!” “Ho I eannot please your senss; You implore One fair gift, to carry)hcnce, One- no more. * “Yet each choicest bud I bring, You refuse! ’ “Sweet, front nut thoir blossoming Let me choose. "Kaeeting—like iove’a humb'eat slave, 1 >0 not start t Can you guess which flower I crave Now, sweetheart?” iMary Aingo Pe Vere. NO. 36. .. He that knows not when to be silent, knows not when to speak. .. He that can compose himself is wiser than lie that com; uses books, . Two VittTp girts Were comparing pro gress in catechism study. “I have got to original sin,” said one. “How far have you got ?” “ Oh, I have got beyond redemption,” said the other. ..“ George lias bad a good many pull j backs in life,’ 1 said a young wife to a ! friend. And when the friend said, “ Yes, I saw him with one, yesterday,” the wife got mad. . .Generosity during life is a very dif ferent tiling from generosity in the hour of death ; the one proceeds from liberality and benevolence, and tiie other from pride of fear. .. If the breath exhausted in a two hour’s speecli on the tariff was compressed it would pump out forty one gallons of water from a well twenty-nine feet deep. —[Free Press. Tiie weather is hourly growing warmer; the willows are paling; hyacinths burden (lie air witli their odors ; penciled eggs are In coming delici ous, and country sausages are flying north. Silent, patient, continuous labor does more than noisy talk or vain boasting. Silent labor accomplishes and make’ visible something that is enduring while idle talk, like the babbling of a shallow brook, evinces more noise than strength. RE WARE OE A COLD. " Heat is Life---Cold is Doath." There is no greater fallacy than the opinion held by many, particularly the young and strong and vigorous, that winter—especially a sharp, frosty one, wilh plenty of snow - is the most healthy season of the vrwir. Wry lew persons seem to realize the fact that cold is the condition of death, and tliat, in both wann and cold climates, it Is our uncon scious effort to maintain our bodily heat at a temperature of 1)8 deg. that wears us out. To this temperature, called blood heat, every cubic inch of oxygen that serves to vitalize our blood must he raised by our own bodily heat, or life ceases Since in cold weather the main tenance ol a sufficiently elevated bodily temperature becomes very of.eu a diffl. culty too great for our strength, the advent of a severe winter is really more to be dreaded than that ol a pestilence. The saying, “ Heat is life—cold is death,” has a striking illustration and confirmation in the reports now regu larly submitted by hr. Russell to the Glasgow sanitary committee. Thedealh rate rises and falL with tl.e regularity of j the thermometer. So many degrees less I heat, so many more deaths, and vice [ versa. In a recent fortnightly report l)r. Russell says: “The death rate in the first week ol the fortnight was twenty-one, and in t lie second week twenty-five. The mean temperature in the former week was 4(TK deg. Fahren heit, and in the latter 89,6 deg.” He attributes the iow rate ol the first week to the high mean temperature of the preceding lortnight, which was 27.3 deg., and adds: “ This is a good illustration of a law which we frequently observe in these reports of temperatures and death a week of low temperature produces a rise in mortality the week following.” In our climate it would probably be difficult to find a more frequent cause of serious ailments than taking cold. Whatever weak place we have, whatever constitutional disorder we be subject to, cold will surely discover. We take cold because our vitality is too low to ward off the effects of the reduced tempera ture around us. Asa matter of the first importance, then, to resist cold and the varions derangements of the system con sequent, it is necessary by proper nutrition to maintain our natuial ani mal heat; second, to retain this heat by a sufficient quantity of clothing; third, to regulate with care the temper ature of the air we breathe. Contrary to the opinion current amcmg loverß of cold weather, a fire in a bedroom in winter is cheaper and better than a doctor’s bill; for, owing to our inactive condition dur ing sleep, the circulation of the vitalizing blood is both slow and imperfect, and hence the danger of taking cold by breathing cold air i- greatly increased. A cold is the beginning of everything that is bad. If anyone conscious of having caught one f.els cold chills creeping up the hack, let him apply a mustard plaster to the bottom of the spine and lower part of the back at once; and by ro doing he may avert a dangerous iilnees before it is too ia'e and medical advice can be pro cured. In should never be forgotten that j heat is life—cold is death.”