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N NORTH G u ^ •/ • • * 0 * w: w Editors and proprietors. JiID£ A WEE, 'AM) VINE A BEET. Is the road very dreary ? Patience yet! Rest will be sweeter if thou art aweary, And after the night cometh the morning cheery, x Thcn.bide a wee, and dinna-fret. The clouds have silver lining, Don’t forget; And though he’s hidden, still the sun is shining; Courage 1 instead of tears and vain repining, Just bide a wee, and dinna fret. » With toil and cares unending ' — Art beset? Bethink thee how the storms from heaven descending . Snap the stiff oak, but space the willow bending, And bide a wee, and dinna free. Grief sharper sting doth borrow Prom regret;* But yesterday is gone, and shall its sorrow Unfit us for the present and the morrowt Nay; bide a wee, and dinna - fret An over-anxious brooding . Doth beget A host of fears and fantasies deluding; Then, brother, lest thStoyjtorments be in¬ truding, Just bide a wee, tfntLj^na fret. —Every OUufr Saturday. AN ACT ' OF JUSTICE, “Ah, this is the X: country ! How quiet it seems after the bustle of the city, aud how deliciously fragrant the air is ! But it’s warm, destination.” though. I wonder if I’m near my satchel Pausing, the soliloquizer transfers his from his right hand to his left, while with his handkerchief-h e wipes his brow, l Just then, chancing tt> glance over the low stone wall beside him, he sees a charming picture. V the Seated shade upon of the old daisied is gt&iadjoneath busily wreathing an tree, a young girl, her st aw hate with roses. A great cluster nestles id the throat of her cambrio dress, while another fastens her belt. The delicate pink harmonizes with the tints of her own perfect com¬ plexion, while wound about heflsmall head are a wreath of soft braids, wliosb purely golden hue would make a society, girl sick with envy. the After gazing until he is satisfied, stranger coughs gently but audibly. As the girl looks up and sees that she is observed she springs to her feet. “I beg your pardon for alarming you,” the young man hastens to say. “Can you direct me to Brierwood Farm ? I was told that it was a couple of miles from the station, and as I have been walking some time I thought that 1 must be near it.” A charming smile breaks over the lovely face, as the girl, recovering her self-possession, answers him with the welcome announcement: “You thought rightly, sir.. This is Bi ’erwood Farm.” With a light spring the young man Blears the fence and comes to her side. “I must confess that I am very glad. It is the essence of coolness and shadow here, but out upon the open road the at eun home is scorchingly ?” hot. Is Mr. Arnold “No, sir, bnt my aunt is.” As they walked together to the bouse, nnder the welcome shade of the green trees, the stranger says, smiling: “If Mrs. Arnold is your aunt, why, then, we must be cousins. My name js Rupert Arnold, and my father is related to Mr. Arnold.” “I am Rose May, the niece of Mr. Arnold’s wife,” the girl replies as frank >y “Appropriately named,” the young man glance says the pleasantly, flowers with a significant at that adorn so lav¬ ishly “I his companion’s simple toilette. hope you will allow me the friendly privileges claim of a cousin, even if we cannot the relationship through ties of blood.” “Have you never been to the farm be¬ fore ?” Rose asks. “Yes, once, when I was a little chap of five years. But that’s a loDg while ago.” “It be,” Rose demurely. must answers By this time they are at the farm¬ house door, which stands hospitably open, and, ushering their visitor into the sitting-room, Rose hastens to ap¬ prise her aunt of the arrival. “A perfect little jewel! How she will shine in the golden setting that awaits her, and how glad I am that I fell in with mother’s views!” Rupert Arnold thinks as he answers her smile and lis¬ tens until the last echo of her light step dies away. “I am on my summer vacation, and remembering that my father and cousins are out this way, I thought I would look tuem up. He wns speaking of yoiu husband the other day, and lamenting that his busy life prevented him from keeping track later. of his relatives.” Rupert explains, cordiality The of his reception leaves him nothing to desire, and when Farmer Arnold urges him to spend the remain ing weeks of his vacation at Brierwood Farm he willingly assents. Of course, in that time his acquaint¬ ance with Rose makes rapid progress, and Rupert soon flatters himself that he has sounded the height and depth of her simple mind. kind could Her beauty is of a that never pall—that he acknowledges; but to the habitue of society, the absolute truth and candor of her character alter the first cease to interest. < “However, do not fear, mother, dear. SPRING PLACE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 19. 1883. that l ata going to spoil your plans. Al¬ girls though I must confess that, after the of our set, this country maiden's attractions pale, still a hundred thou¬ sand and, if is not possible, to be picked" up every day, I do Hot mean the tidy little sum to go to any other than— your dutiful son, Rupert.” Such is the conclusion of an, epistle Rupert dispatches to his mother, during his 6tay at the farm, and whicli brings a smile to the receiver’s face of mingled amusement and gratification. But Rose is not So transparent as Ru¬ pert deems her to be, and has already formed her own opinion, of the visitor, who is so pronounced ill his admiratiou of herself, and who has so eagerly availed himself of the privilege tacitly permitted him of calling her by the;title of cousin. She by no means dislikes him; his vi¬ vacity and companionableness would preclude that; bnt she gauges rightly the vanity and shallowness of his char¬ acter, and when she mentally compares him to some one else who towers as high above him in mental attributes as be does in stature, could Rupert read the verdict, chagrin would mark him for Its own. As it is, however, he leaves the farm with his self-satisfaction unim¬ paired. "A season in town to complete what these two weeks have begun, and Ru¬ pert, old fellow, your future's assured. No more need to quail before the gov¬ ernor’s eyes when the dues come pour¬ ing in! As to fun and freedom, a Bene¬ dict is as much his own master as a bachelor, it he chooses to be. ” Such are the thoughts that fill the young man’s mind as the train bears him upon his homeward journey. Two months go by and then two let¬ ters com* to Brierwood farm, one ad¬ dressed to Mr. Arnold, the other for Bose. They are both from Mrs. Arnold, Rupert’s mother, and contain an urgent invitation for Rose to visit her uncle’s cousin in their city home. The letters ate worded with such graceful tact and such warm cordiality, that even had the wish to say no been Ajrong, it would have been difficult to do “Would you like to go, Rosebud, to see with your own eyes what the won¬ derful city is like ?” Iloso s brown ^yes fftiriy sliino, ‘ “Indeed I would 1“ she orfes. “And John—what does he say?” the old man asks, with a glance in the direc¬ tion of the tall young man, who, lean¬ ing against the mantel-piece, is gazing with a world of ardent tenderness aud ad¬ miration at the fairy golden-haired girl, whose auimated face turns to him at her uncle’s query. “That I shall be glad for Rosebud to have a chance to see the gay world and its doings before she settles down into the humdrum existence of a farmer’s wife," he says, heartily. And so it is settled; aud Rose departs for a three-months’ visit to the Arnold’s home. At first the dazzling gaiety and constant round of pleasures bewilder and almost frighten the little couutry girl. But she soon learns to take every¬ thing as a matter of course, and to enter into and enjoy it all. Society dearly loves a sensation— something novel and out of the ordi nary—and, were Rose less carefully trained in purity and truth, her head would surely be turned by the adulation that her fresh young beauty creates wherever she goes. But those who love Rose need have no fear for her. Instead of spoiling, the brilliant scenes in which she is a participant only serve to f • nse and di¬ vert her, ahd to form matter xor the volu¬ minous letters that wend their way weekly to Brierwood Farm, and to an¬ other home in the village some few miles distant, where they are perused by manly read. eyes that grow soft and tender as they One morning the Arnold residence welcomes three new gnests in the per¬ sons of Mrs. Arnold’s sister and her two daughters. amid The day passes pleasant conver¬ sation, and, at length, in the honr be¬ tween sundown and dusk, a game of hide-and-seek is proposed by one of the young Slipping people. quietly the library. Rose into ensconces herself snngly behind the draperies Hardly of had the she bay-window. when the done bo door opens and Mrs. Arnold and her sister enter. room’s Rose sadden does not accession stir, thinking that the of inmates will ensure her own seourit*' for, of course, both ladies will disavow naving seen any of the hiders. They begin handsome at onee Rupert to converse. is,” Mrs. “How Moore says. “Maria, when is his en¬ gagement to Miss Martelle to be con¬ summated ?” “Oh, that was off six months ago,” Mrs. Arnold answers. “Her father failed disastrously, and, of course, with Rupert’s ideas and tastes, she was no longer a suitable wife for him. He seized the first opportunity to with¬ draw.” “In that ease, Maria, I must ask you if you consider a country farmer’s niece the proper person to throw into daily association with a - young man whose fancy will be in great peril from her face, which, I must confess, ?” is the pret¬ tiest I have ever seen “Spare yourself any anxiety on that score, Sarah, dear. Let me tell yon something. That girl, although as yet no one knows it but my hnsband and Rnpert and myself, is an heiress. You remember meeting that old eocentric Hugh Heydon at my house ? Well, he died ■4&. left hus¬ three months ago ana my band the sole manager of his estate, the whole bulk of which he left, entirely disregarding his only child whom he had disinherited years before, to the daugh¬ ter of a womatn whom he had loved and been separated from in early yonth. his “Of course, as .pay husband was lawyer and (;pUftd<&tial' friend, no one but ourselves as yet know the tenor of the will. 1 no sooner heard of it than I saw at once this was jnst the chance for Rupert, His father is in easy circum¬ stances, but by no means able to shoul dtSY Rupert’s extravagances. disparaging Do not think that I am my son; he is only what his education has made him, and not pnewhit wilder than others of his sort, Once settled down with a rich wife he will be all that his relatives oan wish. ” “Bat the girl—you do not seem to think of her in the matter,” Mrs. Moore suggests. “Oli, she admires Rupert exceedingly He has played his game well.” “Ah, I see!” And Rose, listening with flashed cheeks and indignant eyes, the sees, too; A few Rupert hours later, in her conservatory, apart from whither had led the rest, she listens While in tones of well-simulated ardor he pleads his suit. She waits until he pauses, then look-. ing up straight into his eyes, she says qitietly, with an emphasis upon the lirst word: “Cousin Rupert, you surely would not have spoken as you have just now Tiad you known that the girl you addressed was already betrothed. But to counter¬ act any disappointment this knowledge may cause you, let me hasten to assure you that, although Rose May she has will re¬ cently been leftsg large- fortune, be in no wise benefited by it, for under up consideration cottid she be i'nduoed tQi accept a farthing that rightfully be¬ longs to (toother. You look amazed, Yes, Rupert's I know all,” face of utter astonishment and embarrassment is a study. When Rose rises with all the dignity of an in¬ jured queen, he can only gaze at her speebbless, mid when she goes he makes no nttempt to detain her. - Ho is foiled, and his mother’s veil laid scheme is a failure—there is no doubt of that. Aud with a perturbed, with mind he seeks the latter to confer her upon the unpleasant surprise he lift* just received. v He finds her prepared, for,'with her" usual frankness, the instant she leit his side Rose had gone directly to Mrs. Arnold. Nevei - before in all her short life has the gijl felt so outraged in every fiber of her being. She longs to flee at onco from an atmosphere were treachery and duplicity lurk pretended beneath affection. the guise of courtesy and As swiftly as it is possible her ar¬ rangements for departure are completed. Mrs. Arnold makes no endeavor to de¬ tain her. For once her worldly tact de¬ serts her, for by her own words she has condemned herself. A few evenings later, with her hand olasped in her lover’s, Rose relates to him a part of the above—only a part, for she speaks alone of the inheritance that has so unexpectedly been left to her. She means—oh, subtle Rose 1—to try this lover, who seems everything that is noble and just. Her recent experience has raised our little country maiden from the unsuspicious trust and faith with which her young eyes have hitherto re¬ garded everything aud everybody. John's face grows very grave as he listens. “And is it possible, Rose,” he ex¬ claims, “that you, with your high sense of honor, would accept an inheritance that rightfully belongs to this man’s disinherited child ?” His tone of rebuke and remonstrance is too unmistakable to be misunderstood. For a moment Rose remains silent; then looking np with a gleeful langh, she nestles oloser to his side. “I knew just what you would think and quite'agree say, my great-hearted John, and I, too, with you. I have my fortune—a richer one than gold mines could give. What care I for any other ?” And so, through the nobility of character of a perfect stranger, a poor hnsband and wife in the far West have eause to give thanks when, in the midst of dire straits, a fortune, lifting them for ever beyond want and suffering, oomes unexpectedly to them. The New Applicants. At the Women’s Benevolent Club: Mrs. A.—“Have we any new applicants for relief?” Mrs. B.—“Yes; Mrs. C., whose husband is ill with a fever, has applied for temporary aid.” Mrs. A.— “H’m ! I don’t really see how we can do anything for her.” Mrs. B. —“Nor I eitlior. Then there’s another case. Jack Tipple has been on a long spree and has beaten his wife and children so badly that he has been discharged from em¬ ployment.” Mrs. A.—“Alt! that’s a very interesting case. We must do some¬ thing for poor Jack, but we must be careful that his family don’t get any of the money we give him.” A Cold Home.— A few days sinoe, as workmen were removing old iee from Ober & Co.’s ice house, in Dresden, Maine, says a correspondent of the Boston Journal, they found a large frog between two blocks of ice that were frozen together solid and had been in the house two years. A number of heavy blows were required to separate the blocks, when, on being released, the frog stretched himself and then hopped away as lively for his as imprisoning ever, apparently |t\ none the worse ONCLE HEZERIAH’S EXPERIMENTS A Little Take Off an rite His Stories Told bj the Newspapers. One night arter all the chores wns done, last spring, I tho’t, tho’ts I, e 2 how I wnd try sum experiments on po taters, ez I’d been readiu’ ’bout othei farmers doin’. Sum of my agerculteral papers had been teliin’ as how they had rased 1,000, 1,200, and even 1,308 bushels taters to tho acre, or I should say at that rate, so why couldn’t 1 ? Sd D went to work, I found one o'Sally Ann’s old flower boxes out in the shed ]0M(i had into five separate boxes or apart¬ ments it, tjnd took it out into the garden. Sally Ann spied me. “What yer doin’ with my posy box out there, Blezekiah!” sez she. aoin’ - “Experimentin’,” sez L “I’m jest to see how many taters I kin raze du an acre and prove it. What’s the everlastin’ use of alters scratchin’ and diggin’ for twenty-five bushels to the acre and small ones to boot, when sum of our hard-fisted laborers who edit agercultural I papers, aud who kin do no more That’s nor kin, raze 1,300 bushels? what I want to know.” At that Sally Ann went into, the house and 1 Went to work. As I sed, the box was five feet long inside measure, and exactly one foot wide. I numbered the plots 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, got some good soil and put in ail just alike, then mixed iu, or else put on arterwads, several kinds of these yer .tater fertilizers they tell so much about '(don’t give no names, as that might ad ( vertise’em a little, you know), only on t one plot I didn’t put none. Well, then come the question of how In any eyes to the hill, so I put ’em in ' No. 1, one eye; No. 2, two eye; No. 3, ■ three eye, aud so on through the five. You should hev seen them tater tops ’ grow though during the summer. Looked like a young hedge, they was so rank 1 It bein’ out of the question to do much with a horse and plow, I givo ’em level culture with an old trowel. But now fur the result. Plot 1 had 10 taters, measured 9 quarts; plot 2, 6 taters ■ measured 7 quarts; plot 3, 12 taters or 10 quarts; and 12 plot 4, 8 “There aud 8, and be,” plot 5, 30 quarts. you sez >1, “all easy figurin’, and figure don’t Ho.” Let's see, now! Altogether I raised 46 quarts iu a box containin' 5 squar^ feet, to old Daboll. in an acre there is jest 13,560 equate teet; and that in 46 quarts there’s jest 1.4375 bushel, is, one bushel and so much over. Now if I divide 43,560 by 5, that’ll tell me how many 5 foot boxes I’d hev in an acre, which gives 8,712 boxes. But in every box thar would of course be 1.4375 bushel, so multiply bushel. 8,712 by That’s 1.5375 cleer. and it gives 12,523' “Thar you hev it,” sez I, “I’ve beet the world. Tell everybody Uncle Hezekiah has raised 12,553j bushpls of figure. taters It’s to i he acre, and there’s your as plain os the nose on your face,” sez I to myself. Bnt speekin’ a leetle too loud Sally Ann overheerd me, and she sez, “What’s so awful plain, Heze¬ kiah?” “Why, these yer taters and these yer figurqa,” sez I. “Them is whoopers,” sez she, “both taters and figure; and now you’ve done so well, Hezekiah, I ’spose you’ll plant that big side-hill lot next spring and show folks how to raise 15,000 bushels on every aore, but you’ll hev to giv your individual attenshun to each individual hill. Now, ’fore you write out your ex¬ periment, Hezekiah, for the papers, you’d better make it plain that you didn’t hev 8,000 and more boxes like mine all over your aore patch, and that it was at the rate of 12,000 bushels, not actually that, for you’d hev all our neighbors laffin at you, Hezekiah jest and as they do at these big yiftlds of corn of potaters they read about in some our ageroul tural papers.” And so thought Hezekiah. —Our Country Home. Who Killed Tecnmseh 1 “Shout and sing, rumpay, tumpsy, Col. Johnson killed Tecumseh.” Benj. B. Griswold in a letter to the Century Magazine says:—Having ob¬ served in one number of your admirable monthly, not very long ago, a query and a reply in reference to the killing of Tecumseh, I have ever sinco intended to add a remark of my own. The purport of the reply, to the best of my recollec¬ tion, was that it had generally been sup¬ posed that Colonel Riohard M. Johnson, Vice President during Mr. Van Buren’s Presidential term, had slain Tecumseh, in a personal encounter, during the bat¬ tle of the Thames; but that some degree of doubt still rested on the fact. This reply recalled to my mind the circum¬ stance that about 1842 I happened to be present where Colonel Johnson was giving a graphic account of the whole’ battle, and in particular of his hand-to hand conflict with a powerful Indian, whom he finally killed. The colonel then remarked that for some time a doubt had existed whether the Indian killed was really the formidable chief or not; but he added, in terms entirely un¬ qualified, that recently developed cir¬ cumstances had removed all uncertainty as to this fact. He gave no information showing what oircumstanoes had deter¬ mined his question, but subject. simply spoke with positiveness on the Some Pumpkins. —The largest pump¬ kin in the New Orleans Exposition, comes from Nebraska and weighs 216 pounds. The next largest weighs 185 pounds and is in the Dakota exhibit. Kansas comes next with a pumpkin have weighing 112$ pounds. Ohio claims to had a 230-pound pumpkin, but it was lost through decay. VOL V. New Series. No. 2. STATING THE CASE. The Armor that a New Fight Ku«r!am! JR^Ivnllfl Put on to hi. When the late Elder Swan, of Connec¬ ticut, was conducting one of his great¬ est revivals in New Haven, the fruits of which were more than 1,000 conversions, the deacons of the church waited upon him and said that much fault was found with the style of his sermons—they were too radical in tone and too outspoken; and they suggested that he should heard “draw it lnilder.” The Elder them through And made them this re¬ ply: “Well, brethren, it may be as you say. Now, I want you to let me preach one sermon to-morrow night iu my own harness, and if that doesn’t suit you I will preach hereafter in the regulation style, or I will leave the pulpit for some¬ body else.” The deacons agreed, and the next subject Sunday evening combat the between Elder David took as his the and Goliath, He sketched the Philis tine giant who, clad iu his armor of brass, defied the armies of the living God, as like unto a minister clothed with the theology of Princeton and Andover. Then he introduced t)avid as a rosy cheeked farm-boy who had come to camp to bring “erasers and eheese”for elder brothers who were serving in the army of Israel. He gave a quaint and original version of the conversation be¬ tween David and the King when the former proposed to Israel become and the accept champion the of the hosts of challenge of Goliath. The King he rep¬ resented as looking with undisguised contempt upon the son of Jesse, aud saying “You, you little brat! You fight Goliath ! What are yon talking about ? He’d make mince meat of you in no time.” Then he described the putting of the King’s suit of armor on David to prepare him to.do battle with the Phil¬ istine. “Why,” said the Elder, “when he got that Princeton and Andover pharaphernalia on, David felt as though he was in a straight-jacket. off He ripped the whole thing in and told the King »»> •I’ve got to fight my point own harness. David, When he came to the where sling in hand, confronted the Philistine, the Elder gave such a realistic picture of the scene that when he raised his long arm and swung it vigorously over his head as if in the act of hurling the smooth stone that laid the giant low, nearly every one in the congregation dodged. *lt struck him straight be¬ tween the eyes,” deader shouted the hammer.” Elder, “and killed him than a Then he capped the climax and pointed the moral of his discourse as follows: “Brethren, I’m like David. Let me fight in my own harness, as ho did, and if I dqn’t drive the devil and all his imps out of New London inside of three months, I’ll pack up and go myself.” “Go it, Elder 1 Go it, Elder,” with a volley»of “Aniens,” was heard from all parts of tho church, and after that the deacons were never known to take any axceptions to the pastor’s style. Boys and Overcoats. “Let me tell you,” it’s said all a Detroit mau for other day, “that nonsense to wrap up as they do nowadays. when I was a. youngster such a as a boy’s overcoat was never of.” “How did the little fellows keep worm cold weather ?” “Exercised, of course. I was raised north, and in the winter I nad a jacket and a pair of mittens, and my ears up with a woolen comforter. and in-soles aud flannel and suoh were unknown in those days, and it was cold sometimes to freeze the horns a brass monkey.” cold ?” “Aud were l"wns vou never “You bet cold, but I just run it. An overcoat! Why, a boy in an would have astonished the com¬ And the boys in those days one pair of mittens to a winter. If they lost them, they blew on their fingers to keep them warm. If they wore out, they patched the makes seat of sick the mitten with leather. It me to see the puny boys of to-day rolled up like a lot of girls and afraid of catching cold. And that is just how they catch cold, too. Boys had sore throats in those days and their grandmothers gargled them with salt and water, and made them hot doses of vinegar and molasses and butter, and they got well the next day. They didn’t die off at a minute’s notice be¬ cause they forgot to put on their arc¬ tics.” And the indignant citizen went off muttering. overcoats! Well, I should "Boys in smile to remember.” Helping the Old Folks. “The emigrant ticket business is light at this season of the year,” saida steam¬ ship agent. “It is lighter than usual. But the draft business is heavier thau ever this year. I don’t think it was ever so large before, although they sav it is hard times. From my own business I judge that New Irish girls aud some meu, o* course, in Haveu aloue send an, av¬ erage of $100,000 over to the old country in drafts every year. They delight m help contributing the old folks out at of home.” their "earnings to Mise en-soenb is the general get-up or mounting of a play. The tertn was first used by a French stags manager, located in this country. Ac the end of an act oue day everything wont wrong, and the poor mau stamped abotrt the stage, tearing his hair and exclaiming in broken English: “Ah! me’s insaue— me’s insane!” ODDS AND ENDS. Victoria, British Columbia, talks of s £50,000 theatre. Two counties in Idaho send Mormons to the Legislature. Women in Paraguay have exactly the ssme rights as men. In Paris they celebrate a divoroo by a graud dinner or ball. Tennessee hsc sixteen coal mines iu successful operation. Charges Harris of London invented the pendulum in 1041. Clocks which keep excellent time may be bought for £1. “They have orange trees in Florida seventy-five years old.” Oscar Wilde proposes to come ovei igain aud bring his wife. In 1120 the first striking clock was in¬ vented by a Cisterican monk. The Umatilla Indians are buying and planting fruit trees in Oregon. There is likely to be an iron revival, the pig-iron stock being light. The Marquis of Lome is talked of few the Lord Lieutenancy of Ireland. It is regarded ns vulgar for Mexican ’adies to ride on horseback. A seamstress has counted the stitches in a shirt. There are 20,409. At a carnival in Denver, Col., the guests appeared in paper costumes. The Prohibitionists carried Union Parish, La., by a vote of 900 to 400. In Valparaiso women are employed exclusively as street car conductors. At the late election, 94 of the 165 vo¬ ting-places in Chicago were in saloons. The husband of the young Queen of Madagascar is her grandfather and father. A son of the Bishop of Rochester, Englaud, has become a Roman Catholio. “George W. Cable, the novelist, is making §50,000 a year out of his read¬ ings.” From surveys of the Gulf of Mexico it appears that its area is 595,000 square miles. An inch announcement in a newspaper is worth two miles of letters on a board fence. A TmitTEEN-year-old Bchool girl came other to day » Chicngo Sunday the drunk. Canadian apples bring a higher price in England than those from the United States. A Portugese - A frican Company has been formed in Lisbon with a capital of £500,000. The death of Asa Hutchinson leaves . John none of that famous family bnt and Abby. The Petit Journal of Paris is now said to have a daily circulation of 825, 000 The submarine telegraph cable be¬ tween Senegal and France has been completed. Over 5,000 duels occur annually in France, chiefly among private soldiers in the army. The Japanese are said to be the most polite nation in tho world. Politeness is born in them. The nunnal business of the 2,600 Brit¬ ish co-operative societies is stated (1883" at $140,000,000. The laundry bill of the Pullman Palace Car Company amounts to $120,000 a year. A father and sou are under sentence of death iu a Louisiana prison, and for separate murders. There are six persons in an average farmer’s family, and the average price of a farm is $3,000. The leading lady lawyer of Robinson, Washing¬ ton Territory is Miss Lelia J. formerly of Boston. The - - ,ave a billiard table in St. Louis which is spattered with tho life blood of three different men. The largest prime orchard in the world is situated in Saratoga, Cal., and oontains 16,000 trees. The ninety elevators in the Red River Valley are now filled, tho grain being held for better prices. Parson Brownlow was born in Vir¬ ginia and went to Tennessee ns a circuit¬ riding Methodist preacher. “Roped to Rest,” is the way in which a Kansas City paper recently announced the execution of a murderer. The father of young Ellsworth, who was shot at Alexandria, still pastures his son’s horse, which is now thirty-three yeats old. A rAiR of white satin slippers, em¬ broidered with pearls were recently pur¬ chased by a lady of New York at the price of $500. For the last thirty-four years thf Bible societies of Englaud and Amerioa have printed over 10,000 copies for each business day. The Macon (Ga.) Telegraph says the New England farmer does more real work before breakfast than his Georgia rival in an entire day. The editor of Punch, Mr. Burnand lias among his “Happy Thoughts” eleven unmarried daughters. Eleven hundred and nine women reg¬ istered in Boston to vote for School Committee against 701 last year. There are so many seals in the river at Oregon City, Or., been that salmon catch¬ ing with a seine has suspended. Suicides are on the increase in France. Five years ago the number was 17 to every 100,000 inhabitants. Now it is 19. There were 189,105 deserters from the Union armies during the rebellion, and 104,428 from the Confederate ranks.