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BRUNSWICK ADVERTISER.
BRUNSWICK.
GEORGIA.
ITSTIJj DEATH.
MaVi< me no vow* of constancy, dear friend,
TV>°love nael though I die, thy whole We long,
And love no other till thy days shall end—
Nay, it were rash and wrong.
To bin<) ( tty if it should choose to go J—
Love should not he a slave.
Mv placid ehost I trust, will w«ke berene
Li clearer light than gilds those earthly morns,
Above tho jealousies and envies keen
Which sow this life with thorns.
Thou wouldst not feel my shadowy caress.
If, alter death, my soul should linger here,
Men’s hearts crave tangible, close tenderness,
Love’s presence warm and near.
Tt wouM not make me sleep more pt’acefnlly
That thou wert wasting all thy life in woe
For my poor sake; what love thou hast for me
Bestow it ere I go!
Carve not upon a atone when l am dead
The praises which remorseful mourners give
To women’s graves-a tardy reeompense-
But speak them while I live.
Heap not the heavy marble on my head
To shut away tho sunshine and the dew ,
Let small blooms grow there, and lot grasses wave,
And rain-drops filter through.
Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay
Thun I; but, trust me, thou canst never find
One who will love and se-ve thee night and day
With a more single mind.
Forget me when I die. The violets
Above my rest will blossom just as blue.
Nor miss thy tears: e’en nature s sell forgets,
But wliilo I live he tiue!
THAT YALLER MULE.
It was Sunday morning, and the chimes
of the church-hells sounded clear and
musically on the crisp, frosty air. Mr.
Bobfmk, dressed in his Sunday suit of
shining black, looked almost clerical, as
he stood by the window waiting for Mrs.
Boblink to finish her toilet and accom
pany him to the house of worship. He
was calm, respectable, and a smile of
self-complacency brightened his features
as he glanced at himself in a mirror, and
removed a thread from his coat-sleeve.
Mrs. Boblink was in the act of de
scending the stairs, when a perfect vol
ley of barks from Towscr broke the Sab
bath quiet, aud drew Mr. Boblink to the
window. One glance, and he Btood pet
rified. Some tramp had left the gate
open, and there, in the center of his or
namental grass plot, a gigantic mule was
tearing the winter covering of straw
from his pet plants, and rapidly demol
ishing a fragile fancy arbor by scratch
ing his shoulder against it, while Towser
circled about him, like a fly around a
sugar-bowl, barking as if he would bark
himself inside out.
Mr. Boblink was a mau who thought
and acted quick. Another glance, and,
seizing his best silk hat and gold-headed
cane, he strode forth to expel the in
truder.
The enemy had once been of a soapy-
yellow color, judging from what little
hair remained; but age, clubs, exposure,
cart-rungs, starvation, brick bats and
boys had nearly removed all traces of his
hue. A row, of bristly tufts, like a
column of discarded blacking-brushes,
was all he had to show for a mane; bis
tail was a sort of compromise of nature’s
between a stuffed club raveled out on
the end and an overgrown German sau
sage ; the scalp lock of hair that graced
its tip had apparently created a corner
in the burr and thistle market; hi? ribs
stood out like rungs in a ladder, aud
made you feel like betting the money
you had saved up for the con? ersion of
the heathen that he hadn’t fed on any
thing more nutritious than cinders, clam
Bhells and clubbings since he was a babe;
ho might have been anywhere from
twenty to two thousand years old, and
served in both the revolutionary war
and the rebellion, judging from his scars.
His ankles and feet alone had survived
the touch of t-inm and the general wreck
of matter, and still proudly proclaimed
his aristocratic and blue-blooded lineage;
the former were as trim and taper as a
Murray Hill belle’*, and his feet as small
as those of a Chinese woman. Still, to
look at his bland and innocent counte
nance, as he stood this bright Sabbath
morning in Mr. Boblink’s garden, with
his eyes partially closed, and his enor
mous ears slanting forward like twin fur-
lined coal-scuttles, or canoes stood on
enH Iip was the picture of injured inno
cence, and looked as if he had beer up
ail night praying for the -forgiveness of
the naughty hoys who tied a kettle to
his tail, or the hard-hearted men who
drove and clubbed him.
Mr. Boblink’s wrath died out at the
sight of this mule’s meek and Christian-
like deportment; his heart now went
forth to the poor, abused wanderer, and
he approached him gently to lead him
forth, and stroked his neck tenderly.
“ Whoa! nice old fellow—come along,”
he soliloquized. “ Man’s inhumanity to
mules makes—0, Lordy! darnation! let
go! Oh! oh! oh! murder:”
Mr. Boblink struggled, squirmed, and
tried to detach his shoulder from the
mule’s teeth. When he did succeed in
getting it free, the mule kept a square
foot of the cloth and a piece of the flesh
to remember him by.
Church-going people passing along
the road about this time would have
seen Mr. Boblink spinning around on
one leg like a humming top^and swear
ing as if he had a hornet’s nest in his
pants pocket. Towser, resting on his
tail, bottled his barks in astonishment,
while the mule regarded the pair apa
thetically, as if a madman, more or less,
was a subject of sublime indifference to
him.
When Mr. Boblink got down from
dancing on his new silk hat, rage and
pain had full possession of him. You
couldn’t lay a pin point on a part of
his person that wasn’t riled; he was mad
all through—under, over, and round
about him. The angels of peace, pity,
and tenderness had just to stand back,
clear a space of forty feet, to give him
a clear swing, and watch him sail in. He
had been cruelly deceived, and the
blood of the Boblinks was up. He made
a ferocious charge on the invader, carv
ing the air with his cane, but his mule-
sliip appeared again to have gone to
sleep, und paid no more attention to the
cane than if it had been a straw
Mr. Boblink had just turned around
to find some heavier weapon, when his
wife, watching from tho window, beneia
the mule suddenly and spasmodically
straighten out his left hind-leg in Mr.
Boblink’s direction, and that worthy but
very mad gentleman was observed to fly
through tho air as if he had beeu shot
out of a cannon, turn a somersault over
the dog, try to plow a furrow with his
nose and vest buttons, and Anally sub
side into a very much enraged and
bruised heap of soiled and torn broad
cloth. Round number one was univer
sally ceded to the mule.
Towscr, after getting out from under
his master, sprang at the mule, giving a
wide berth to the hind-leg portion of that
animal, and attacking him in front, bark
ing loud enough to raise the shingles on
the roof of the house, and snapping vi
ciously at the intruder’s front legs; and
Mrs. Boblink was just thinking what a
faithful, noble dog, to come so boldly to
the defense of his master, when the mule
drooped his bland, innocent face toward
him suddenly, and removed a foot or so
of Towser’s backbone; and that worthy
animal, after bestowing a parting glance
over his shoulder of disgust and undying
hatred to the whole mule tribe, folded
away his bark, leaned over on his side, |
and was gone in a minute and a half to !
meet his grandfather Tray in a dog’s para-;
dise, where yellow mules are not ad- j
mitted. j
Mr. Boblink got up on his feet in a '
dazed manner, as if he couldn’t exactly
understand how it all happened, but the
sight of that old yellow hulk grinning at
him, together with a red-hot sensation
under his coat-tails, made it clear to his
mind; and, with a three-story fighting
oath, he snatched an. immense stick of
cordwood and aimed a murderous blow
a the beast’s pensive and childlike face.
To his dying day he will never be able to
understand how the brute changed ends
so quick. He seemed to work on a pivot,
for the next moment Mr. Boblink found
that mule’s dainty hoof nestling just
where his vest leaves off and his sus
pender buttons are sewed on.
Still, all the uncooked missionaries in
foreign lands couldn’t have persuaded
him it wasn’t an earthquake he was nurs
ing instead of a mule’s hind foot; and he
had just about made up his mind that he
didn’t want to live any longer in the
same wicked world with a yellow mule,
when the brute kicked him again just
between the shoulders, hard enough to
shatter tho constitution of the United
States, the ten commandments, and Ply
mouth rock. That kick started Mr.
Boblink’s eyes out of their sockets like a
Fulton market lobster. It didn’t appear
to hurt the mule a bit; he rather seemed
to enjoy it; for he switched his stumpy
tail lazily, leaned over and pulled down*
a section of the picket fence with his
teeth, and slowly meandered away.
Mrs. Boblink and the hired girl came
out, picked up her shattered and bunged-
up husband, whom she found groping on
his hands and knees, as if he was looking
for a sixpence, and with no more wind in
him than a bursted balloon. They car
ried him into the house, and for a solid
week after the atmosphere for a hundred
yards around that habitation was hung
heavy with a camphorated odor.
How they Gather Cocoanuts.—Co
coant forests of thousands of acres are
spread over the plain back of Galle, in
Ceylon. The trees run up without knot
or limb from thirty to eighty feet to the
branches that bear the fruit. A matured
tree is only about one foot to one foot
and a half in circumference at the base,
and maintains nearly this size all the way
up. How is the fruit gathered at such a
height? The coolies climb these trees
like squirrels: they place a rope around
the legs near the ankles, so as to hold
them in position arouud the tree, and
then without spur or other artificial help
they climb up with astonishing celerity,
gather the fruit and drop it on the
ground. A single tree produces about a
dozen cocoanuts, and the coolie harvester
is allowed one for gathering the fruit of
each tree. These cocoanut forests are
beautiful, prescntingsymmetrical growth,
graceful proportions aud charming shade.
The fruit itself with the inclosed milk
affords healthful food and cooling drink;
it is a source of considerable revenue
from export; the fiber of the shell is
largely utilized for the manufacture of
cloth and rope. Next to coffee, the co
coanut is the most important and valu
able product of this island.
Ouh Silver Coins.—The silver coins
of the United States are now a trade
uoiiar, a half dollar or fifty-rent piece, a
quarter dollar nr twenty five cent
piece, and a dime or ten-cent piece,
weighing respectively 420 grains troy,
12 1-2 grams, G 1-4 grams and 2 1-2
grains. A bill now before the senate
adds jo these a double dime or twenty-
five cent piece weighing 5 grams, and a
dollar weighing 25 grams. Silver coins
are now a legal tender for any amount
not exceeding five dollars. The bill re
ferred to makes the silver dollar legal
tender to the amount of twenty dollars,
the half dollar to the amount of ten dol
lars and the quarter dollar, double dime
and dime to the amount of five dollars.
..Of Galveston’s 85,000 people only
5,000-go to church.
..The wives of India no longer burn
themselves to death when a husband
dies. Christianity has taught them that
it is better to settle up the estate and go
jor another man.
.. Writes a friend: “ Some tribes in
flict punishment upon themselves as a
religious duty; but my shoemaker says
he don’t see how they can heel soles with
welts.”
. .Tutor—'“What can you say of the sec
ond law of thought?” Student—“It can
not both be and not be. For example,
the door over there must be shut or
open.” Tutor—“ Give^ another illus
tration.” Student—“ Well, take the
case of another door.”
.. A Danbury man, wishing to engage
several bushels of potatoes from a per
son in the suburbs, asked a neighbor what
sort of a man he was. “ Well,” said the
conscientious neighbor, “I don’t know
much about him, but I should think lie
would make a tip-top stranger.”
.. Spurgeon says that the clergyman
who talks through his nose can never se
cure a firm grip on his audience, and he
advises all such to turn their attention
to agricultural pursuits. True for Spur
geon. If you want to got a firm grip,
anybody’s nose is better than your own.
.. Over two months of leap year have
already winged their flight, and we don’t
suppose one young man in a thousand
has received a single proposal pointing
towards matrimony. This, perhaps, is
owing more to the poor stock of young
men on hand than to the timidity of the
girls.
.. A boy was asked which was the
greatest evil, hurting another’s feelings
or finger. “The feelings,” he said.
“ Right, my dear child,” said the gra
tified priest; “and why is it worse to
hurt the feelings?” “Because you
can’t tie a rag around them,” exclaimed
the child.
.. There have been so many cases re
cently, in France, of attacks upon lion-
tamers by the beasts in their care that
the Paris police have prohibited public
exhibitions of skill in subduing lions
and there are indications that before long
such exhibitions will be prohibited
throughout France by law.
.. The London World wants a London
hotel on the American plan, so that peo
ple can pay so much a day, and then eat
all day if they want to. Let us, too,
have a hotel on the English plan, which
permits a man to pay for as much as he
can drink in an hour, even if a man
lasted only ten minutes.
.. “ Say, ma, wa’n’t England the
mother of this country?” “Yes, my
son; you ought to know that.” “ Well
—wan’t George Washington its father ?”
“ Why—y—yes, of course.” “ Well,
ma, wot I want to inquire is—” “ You
—you go right out and split' that wood,
George, or I’ll inquire you.”
.. A correspondent of the Woman’s
Journal, writing from mid-ocean, asks:
“ Can there be anything more impres
sive than this infinity of space?” Noth
ing, nv oliOulu say, nothing; unless it is
to walk four miles through a snow storm
to see your girl and then find another
fellow making love to her.
.. A submarine carriage of a most in
genious construction has recently been
invented in Paris to cross the channel,
and for navigating deep rivers and
canals. The carriage is of galvanized
iron, and is hermetically scaled. It is
attached to a heavy eight-wheeled truck,
which runs on a line of mils laid down
under the ocean. The motive power is
supplied by two screws driven by com
pressed air.