The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, December 18, 1875, Image 4
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BRAZOS BOB;
OR,
A lioy’s Struggles in Life.
A Story of Ante-Bellum Bays.
BY AI REE PORTER.
The manuscript having been delayed, “Brazos
Bob, or A Boy’s Struggles in Life,” could not
be commenced in this issue. The first install
ment will appear next week.
The Sketch of Henry Wilson.—The next issue
of The Sunny South, our popular literary weekly,
published by John H. Seals, in this city, will
contain a notable article. It is a memorial sketch
of the late Vice President Wilson, and the ar
ticle derives its interest more particularly from
the fact that it is from the pen of the Tennessee
lady to whom Mr. Wilson was engaged to be
married, had he lived and recuperated his health.
The sketch will be accompanied by a portrait of
Mr. Wilson, if possible.—Constitution.
Our esteemed neighbor has slightly revealed
an editorial secret in the above paragraph, as
the distinguished lady did not sign her name to
the excellent sketch now in hand and in type.
We delay it, however, till our next issue, because
of a failure to get the engraving ready. The
sketch is brief, but touching and beautiful.
Male Slanderers.—The lash of satire has de
scended upon female scandalizers from the days
of Horace down to those of Petroleum Nasby.
They have been shown up in every malignant
and contemptible light, from the soft, purring,
cat-like females in bombazine, who deal in in
sinuation rather than in open utterance—
“ Convey a libel by a frown,
And wink a reputation down—’’
to the open-mouthed gossip, forever on the wing,
retailing the last tit-bit of scandal. But in the
castigation of slanderers, why is it that the male
offender does not receive his full share? Thack
eray indeed—shrewd, keen-witted satirist, but
true and pure-hearted gentleman that he was—
Thackeray gives us in one of his novels (“Pen-
dennis,” we believe) a scathing picture of that
pitiful sight, a gray-bearded reprobate scandal
izing his female acquaintances over his wine,
uttering coarse inuendoes, and dropping slander
ous hints, helped out by significant winks, tell
ing “ rich jokes ” at the expense of helpless, in
nocent women, for the sake of raising a laugh,
or of being called a “sad dog,” or simply with
Iago-like malice, for the sake of corrupting the
feelings of the young men who are his listeners
and imitators.
How many innocent women have their repu
tations sullied by the slanderous slime cast at
them heedlessly, secretly, by men who are all
gallantry and politeness in their presence? One
doubtful epithet, one inuendo, one careless as
sertion, based on suspicion or egregious vanity,
or born of the utterer’s own gross imagination,
has been the poisoned shaft to carry misery,
mortification and irreparable injury into many
an innocent life. And these are the men who
pride themselves upon their honor, their chiv
alry, their truthfulness; these are the men with
mothers, sisters, daughters—these who put vile
interpretations upon the innocent expressions,
the thoughtless actions of their female ac
quaintances, and who let no woman pass, how
ever pure and noble, without casting at her a
mouthful of mud in the shape of an inuendo,
a wink, a shrug or an ignoble jest. These are
they who deter so many women from seeking a
li velihood outside the narrow sphere of home,
who make them shrink from the lucrative ave
nues open to their labor, and starve at their
needles rather than run the gauntlet of remark
and suspicion, of street, and drinking-saloon, and
club-room criticism—product of thoughtless
ness, vanity, and that polluted imagination of
which the Bible speaks when it says the very
“ imaginations of their hearts are evil, and only
evil continually.”
It is well that there is a brighter side to the
picture; that there are men to whom chivalry is
something more than a name, whose feelings for
even the humblest female are full of the deli
cacy and consideration that belong to noble na
tures—to whom true womanhood is sacred, and
struggling womanhood a picture that calls for
Live for Something.— Rev. Mr. Cassady, in the
. New Age, presents many practical thoughts in a
: terse and beautiful style:
Best not ! Life is sweeping by;
Go and dare before you die.
Something mighty and sublime
Leave behind to conquer time;
Glorious tia to live for aye.
When the forms have passed away.
—Goehe.
Live for something! Yes, and for something
worthy of life and its capabilities, and opportu
nities for noble deeds and achievements. In the
order of Providence, life’s ministry is indeed :
lofty and sublime. Every man and every woman ■
has his or her assignment in the duties and re- j
sponsibilities of daily life. We are in the world
to make the world better; to lift it up to higher )
levels of enjoyment and progress; to make its :
hearts and homes brighter and happier by devo- t
ting to our fellows our best thoughts, activities |
and influences. It is the every noble life, that !
“no man liveth to himself”—lives chiefly for his
own selfish good. It is a law of our intellectual i
and moral being, that we promote our own real
happiness in the exact proportion we contribute j
to the comfort and enjoyment of others. Nothing
worthy of the name of happiness is possible in
the experience of those who live only for them
selves, all oblivious of the welfare of their fellows.
That only is the true philosophy which recogni
zes and works out the principle in daily action,
that
“ Life was lent
For noble duties, not for selfishness;
Not to be whiled away for aimless dreams,
But to improve ourselves, and serve mankind. ” |
But to live for something involves the neces- j
sity of an intelligent and definite plan of action. !
More than splendid dreaming, or even magnifi
cent resolves, is necessary to success in the j
objects and ambitions of life. Men come to the
best results in every department of effort only j
i as they thoughtfully plan and earnestly toil in '
giving directions. Those who have made money,
j acquired learning, won fame, or wielded power
in the world, have always, in every age, and
among all people, done so by embodying a well-
defined purpose in earnest, living action. The
reason that thousands fail in their work in life is
due to the want of a specific plan in laying out
their energies; they work hard for nothing, be
cause there is no actual, result possible to their
mode of action. The means are not adjusted to
the end; hence, failure is the inevitable result.
Live for something definite and practical. Take
hold of things with a method and a will, and they
must yield to you, and become the ministers of
your own happiness and that of others. Nothing
within the realm of the possible can withstand
the man or woman who is intelligently and de
terminedly hent on success. A great action is
always preceded by a great purpose. History
and daily life are full of examples to show us that
the measure of human achievement has always
been proportioned to the amount of human dar
ing and doing. If not always, yet at least often,
“ The attempt
Is all the wedge that splits its knotty way
Betwixt the impossible and possible.”
Be practical. Deal with the questions and
facts of life as they really are. What can be
done, and is worth doing, do with dispatch;
what cannot be done, and would be worthless if it
could, leave to the dreamers and idlers along the
walks of life. Discard the idea that little things
are unimportant, and that great occasions only
are worthy of your best thoughts and endeavors.
It is the little things of life that make up its hap
piness or misery, its joy or its sorrow; and surely
nothing is trivial that bears on questions so vital
and personal as these. A kind look is a little
thing, but it may fall like a sunbeam on a sad
heart, and chase its sadness away. A pleasant
word is a small thing, but it may brighten the
spirits and revive the hopes of some poor de
spondent soul about to give up in despair before
the conflicts and trials of life. A cup of water
given to one athirst is a little thing,—
“Yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame,
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. ”
Live for something, then, reader. Make every
day count something to the world, because you
are in with kind feelings, pleasant words, and
noble offices. Write your name upon the hearts
and memories of your fellow-beings, by doing
them all the good you can. Life is short, but,
short as it is, you may do glorious work within
its narrow limits. If the sculptor’s chisel can
make impressions on marble within a few hours
which distant ages shall read and admire; if the
man of genius can create work in life that shall
speak the triumphs of mind a thousand years
hence; then may the true man, alive to the duty
and obligations of existence, do infinitely more.
Working on human hearts and destinies, it is his
prerogative to do imperishable work—to build
within life’s fleeting hours monuments that shall
last forever. If such grand possibilities lie within
the reach of our personal action in the world,
how important, reader, that we live for some
thing every hour of our existence; and for some
thing, too, harmonious with the dignity of our
present being, and the grandeur of our future
destiny.
A WOMAN’S ANSWER.
Do you know you hare asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above ?
A woman’s heart and a woman’s life,
And a womau’s wonderful love?
Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win.
With the reckless dash of a boy?
You have written my lesson of duty out—
Man-like, have you questioned me;
Now, stand at the bar of woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee.
You may require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks aud your shirts be whole;
I require your heart to be pure as God's stars,
And as pure as his heaven your soul.
You require a cook for your mutton and beef—
I require a far greater thing;
A seamstress you're wanting for socks and for shirts,
I look for a man and a king,—
A king for the beautiful realm called home,
And a man that the maker, God,
Shall look upon as he did on the first,
And say “it is very good.”
I am young and fair, but the rose will fade
From my soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ’mid the falling leaves,
As you did 'mong the bloom of May?
Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep
I may launch my all on its tide ?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.
I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I will stake my life
To be all you demand of me.
If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
You can hire, and a little to pay;
But a woman’s heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way.
Queer Names for the States.—It is a little
amusing to see how prone we Americans are to
nickname. See how some humorist has nick
named the States:
Arkansas is called the Bear State, and its na
tives are Toothpicks or Gophers. California is,
on account of its mineral wealth, the Golden
Women’s Preference for Husbands.—When
women accept for husbands men of such various
kinds, it would seem that they are guided by no
uniform canon of taste or law of selection in their |
preference of any particular individuals of the
male sex. This appears to be so if we judge only
from marriage; but the satirists tell us that it is j
impossible to form any conception of a modern
woman's liking from the character of him to
whom she gives herself for life. The mocking
Frenchmen declare that their devious damsels
prefer not to marry those whom they like, and !
in a caricature by the famous Cham, in which
two marriageable girls are represented as confer- ;
ring together as to their matrimonial prospects,
and says, “A. and B. have proposed.” “Which I
one do you like?” asks the other. “B.,” is the
answer. “Then you’ll marry A., of course,”
rejoins her companion.
We do not believe that our damsels have yet
arrived at this perfection of the matrimonial art,
and we hope they never may; but it is quite cer- j
tain that it is often impossible to detect their
tastes in the choice they make. It can not be |
possible thatold and shriveled Ten-per-cent, with j
hardly any body left, and whose soul has long |
since" departed, could have excited the least j
liking in that blooming girl of eighteen who j
consented to become Mrs. Ten-per-cent. We [
j doubt, moreover, if the spindle-shanked and
! brainless Jack-a-napes is the beau-ideal of beauty j
I and intellect in the estimation of his shrewd and
! handsome wife. There are so many ill-matched
j couples that we cannot conceive it possible that J
' taste has had anything to do with joining them;
and we must infer that convenience and pruden
tial considerations are the main impulses of
human pairing, which ordinarily gives proof of
a great deal more of the wisdom of the serpent
than of the gentleness of the dove.
Women, however, though they may not always
indicate them in the choice of their husbands,
have very decided preferences among men. It
might be supposed that mere masculine beauty
of form and feature would be sure of command
ing a woman’s attention and securing her affec
tion; but all experience disproves this. Some of
the most successful suitors of the female sex have
been noted for their ugliness. The coarse, dis
torted face of the fierce Mirabeau, the leering
eye and slavering mouth of the lustful Wilkes,
and the dwarfed, skulking figure of the intrigu
ing Burr, were no obstacles to their wooing and
winning the most beautiful women. Wilkes
boasted, while he confessed himself the ugliest
AT THE LAST.
The stream is calmest when it nears the tide,
The flowers the sweetest at eventide.
And birds most musical at the close of day.
And saints divinest when they pass away.
Morning is lovely, but a holier charm
Lies folded close in Evening’s robes of balm;
And weary man must Even love the best.
For Morning calls to toil, but Night to rest.
She comes from heaven, aud her wings doth bear
A holy fragrance, like the breath of prayer;
Footsteps of angels follow in her trace.
To shut the weary eye of day in peace.
All things are hushed before her as she throws
O’er earth aud sky her mantle of repose;
There is a calm, a beauty aud a power,
That Morning knows not, in the Evening hour.
“Until the Evening” we must meet aud toil.
Plough life’s stern furrow, dig the weedy soil.
Tread with sad feet our rough and thorny way.
And bear the heat aud burden of the day.
O! when our sun is setting, may we glide.
Like summer Evening, down the golden tide,
And leave behind us, as we pass away,
Sweet, starry twilight round our sleeping clay.
State, and its occupiers nothing more nor less
than Gold-hunters. Connecticut, as every reader
of ^“Sam Slick ^rnnst knovy, ^ is the^^Notmeg j man in England, that he only required half an
sifafo Tf u cu- x i j lour ’ g talk: with a woman to get the better of the
Saturday Evening.—Everybody looks for
ward to Saturdry evening with a feeling of
thankfulness. The week’s work is done. There
is a gathering in of the loved ones. There is no
anxiety or care for the morrow. A feeling of
quiet satisfaction overshadows every happy
household. It is perhaps the laboring man
who has spent the week in unremitting toil, who
can look forward to Saturday evening with the
greatest pleasure. It is to him a time of rest, of
relaxation. For the first time in six days, he
feels that his time is his, that at least for the
next twenty-four hours he can be his own mas
ter. We have sometimes thought that a man’s
family was nearer and dearer to him on Satur
day evening than at any other time.
The family that really knows how to make
the most of Saturday and Sunday, will throw
aside as far as possible all thought of the busi
ness of the week, and instead of a dull routine
of work filling the mind and occupying the at
tention, they will read and chat merrily with
the children, and lay aside the week-day sober
brow and be sociable with themselves and the
rest of the world. All talk about work as well 1
as all work will make a life dull. Work, to be j
enjoyed, and to be readily profitable, must have ;
some of the spice of fun and zest in it. Then 1
Saturday evening, when the day’s work is done, I
go home merrily, give the baby an extra kiss,
throw aside dull care, drink your cup of tea ;
cheerily, and read the Democrat and be happy.— j
Exchange.
State. It is also Freestone State, and the Land
of Steady Habits. The natives are designated
Wooden Nutmegs; but whether they like the
name or not we cannot say. Deleware is the
Blue Hen or Diamond State; but, for some reason
inexplicable to us, the natives are Muskrats.
Florida is the Peninsular State, and the people
who live in it are Fly-up-the-Creeks. Both names
sufficiently explain themselves. Illinois rejoices
in three names, which are severally poetical,
ridiculous and practical: Garden of the West,
Sucker State, and Prairie State. Suckers—what
ever they may be—dwell within. Indiana is the
Hoosier State, inhabited by Hoosiers—whatever
they may be. Iowa being the Hawkeye State,
affords a local habitation for Hawkeyes." Kansas
is another Garden of the West; but, unlike its
namesake, Illinois, is occupied by Jayhawkers—
which may be, however, only another name for
Suckers. Kentucky, in words suggestive of strife
in bygone days, is the dark and bloody ground;
but the irresistible fondness for fun having after
ward cropped up, it has latterly become known
as the Corncracker State, and the Corncrackers
people it. Louisiana, as a cotton-growing State,
is called the Creole, State, and is inhabited by
Creoles, who are facetiously called Creowls.
Maine is the Lumber or Pine Tree State. The
law associated with its name does not seem to
have yet resolved itself into a title, but no doubt
it will in course of time. Foxes live in this
State. Massachusetts is the Bay State, and Bay
Staters reside in it. Michigan is the Lake State,
or Wolverine State. Wolverines, not Lakers,
have there a habitation. Mississippi is the Bayou
State, and its residents are recognized as Tad
poles. New Hampshire is the Granite State, and
the natives thereof are Granite boys. New York
is proudly called the Empire State; Longfellow-
ishly, the Excelsior State; and, having a grateful
rememberance of its obligations to the Dutch,
also the New Netherlands. In honor of its his
torians, however, the natives prefer to be known
as Knickerbockers. North Carolina is the old
North State, or Turpentine State, to those who
prefer it; and, for the same reason, its natives
are either Tuckhoes or Tar-boilers. Ohio is the
Buckeye State, and is especially retained for
Buckeyes only. Pennsylvania is honorably des
ignated the Keystone State. After its founder,
those who live in it are Penamites, or, after mod
ern manners, Leatherheads. Rhode Island is
lovingly called Little Rhody; although the com
pliment is somewhat marred when the term Gun-
flints is applied to the sons of the said Island.
South Carolina is the Palmetto State, and the
natives are Weasels. Tennessee is Big Bend
State, and is the home of Whelps or Cotton-
manies. Texas is poetically termed the Lone-
Star State. It is tenanted by Beet-heads. Ver
mont, as its name implies, is the Green Moun
tain State, and Green Mountain boys are to be
found there. Virginia is, as a matter of course,
the Old Dominion, the Mother of States, and also
the Mother of Presidents. Notwithstanding
all these proud designatives, no one but Beagles,
or Beadles, live in it. Wisconsin is the Badger
State, and is the home of Badgers.
A Thousand Dollar Prescription.—We know
whereof we affirm when we say that the following
information is worth one thousand dollars to
any one. Instead of the slapping, however, we
suggest vigorous rubbing:
According to Dio Lewis, in every case of indi
gestion, no matter what may be its character,
slapping the bowels w’ith the flats of the hands
on rising in the morning, four hours after break-
fast, and in the evening on going to bed, is
excellent treatment. 1 cannot conceive of a case !
of chronic indigestion which such manipulation
ii — —i If p a tj en t jjg go wea ]j j
handsomest fellow in the company. It was cer
tainly not the beauty of face or figure which was
the attraction that drew women to the embrace
of these ugly but noted men.
What pleases woman in man above all things
is his devotion to her. The failure of the hand
some fellow to gain her affection is thus easily
accounted for. He is sure to be a coxcomb, and
so absorbed in his own personal attractions as to
give little heed to those of the other sex. The
ugly gallant is not diverted by any self-admira
tion from his devoirs to female beauty, and thus
gives up his whole soul to its worship; and,
whatever may be his shortcomings in other re
spects, he is forgiven, and receives the full
reward of the faithful.
Women, too, are apt to take fondly to those
men who are notable. They are ambitious; and
by associating themselves with those who are dis
tinguished, they seem to share in their brilliancy
of reputation.
There is no doubt that there would be less
matrimonial incompatibility than there is if the
fair sex would follow their natural instincts with
more courage, and really choose in man what
women like.
Milking of Feather Trimming and Artiileial
Flowers.'—Lucrative work for female fingers is
furnished by the present great demand for
feather trimming and artificial flowers. There
is a large importation of these articles from
France and Germany, but they could just as
well be made here. Feather trimming is much
worn, and will be probably used more exten
sively; and it is conjectured that cloaks, man
tles, etc., will not only be bordered with this
delicate ornamentation, but will be elaborately
embroidered with feathers, or composed of
them entirely, as were the court garments of
the Tezcucans at their conquest by Cortez, and
as we have seen some beautiful robes and man
tles made by the Chinese. We are told that
more could be done in these delicate branches
of industry if workers were trained, like the
French, to habits of industry and economy.
“We cannot make fine artificial flowers, not be
cause the skill is lacking, but because the waste
of infinitesimal particles of rich material is so
great as to more than absorb the profit. In
French artificial flower and other manufactories
of the same sort, the utmost care and vigilance
is exercised. The floors are waxed, the clothing
of the workers is covered by great aprons, which
are taken off and shaken before leaving the
room, and then the floor itself is swept, and ev
ery particle of silk, every grain of gold-leaf,
every thread of velvet or bit of silver wire col
lected and reserved for future use.
Here we lack the absolue system, and order,
and cleanliness, and supervision necessary to
success in fine branches of manufacture. We
lack also the trained labor, and we have to pay
much higher prices for such as we get. Many
hard lessons have got to be learned before we
arrive at a point where we faithfully put our-
Snturday Night.—How many a kiss has been
given, how many a curse, how many a caress,
how many looks of hate, how many a promise
has been broken, how many a heart has been
wrecked, how many a loved one has been lowered
to the narrow chamber, how many a babe has
been sent forth from earth to heaven, how many
a little crib or cradle stands silent now, which
last Saturday night held the rarest treasures of
the heart? A week is a life. A week is a history.
A week marks events of sorrow or gladness which
people never heed. Go home, heart-erring wan
derer. Go home, to the cheer that awaits you,
wronged waif, on life’s breakers. Go home to
your family, man of business. Go home to those
you love, man of toil, and give one night to the
joys and comforts fast flying by. Leave your
books with complex figures—leave everything—
your dirty shop, your busy store. Rest with
those you love; for God only knows what next
Saturday night will bring to you. Forget the
world of care, the battles of life that have fur
rowed the cheek. Draw close around the family
hearth. Saturday night has awaited your com
ing in sadness, in tears, in silence. Go home to
those j’ou love, and as you bask in the loved
presence, and meet to return to the loved em
brace of your heart’s pet, strive to be a better
man, and to bless God for giving his weary chil
dren so dear a stone in the river to the Eternal
as Saturday’ night.—Exchange.
A Romance of Real Life.—A short time ago,
a young man about twenty years of age arrived
in Baltimore from England and commenced to
look for work at his trade. After several days
fruitless search, the Gazette says he entered a large
factory on Lombard steet, and inquired for work
of the superintendent. The latter questioned
him, asked him his name and where he was
from, and other particulars about his family.
He told the superintendent that his mother was
in England, and had reared him, his father hav
ing quarreled with her when he was an infant,
and had abandoned them, and it was supposed
that he had come to America, but no tidings had
been received from him.
When he had concluded, the superintendent,
who had for many years been employed by the
firm with whom he is at present engaged, said to
the astonished youth, “I am your father.” They
discussed family matters at length, and the
father, hearing that the mother had never ceased
to mourn their unfortunate difference and his
absence, determined to proceed at once to Eu
rope, and bring her to this country’, and en
deavor in the future to atone for the mistakes
and errors of the past. He secured employment
for his son, and obtaining the necessary leave of
absence from his employers, he sailed last week
for England, intending to bring back with him
on his return the wife from whom he has been
so long separated.—Ex.
A Touching Incident.—Not many years since
certain miners, working far under ground, came
upon the body of a poor young man who had
perished in the suffocating pit forty years be
fore. Some chemical agent to which the body
had been subjected—an agent prepared in the
laboratory of nature—had effectually arrested
the progress of decay. They brought it up to
l the surface, and for a while, till thoroughly ex
posed to the atmosphere, it lay—the image of a
fine young man. No convulsion had passed over
the face in death—the features were tranquil;
the hair black as jet. No one recognized the
face; a generation had grown up since the miner
went down into the shaft for the last time.
But a tottering old woman who had hurried
from her cottage at hearing the news, came up
and she knew the face, which, through all these
long years, she had not forgotten. The miner
was to have been her husband the morning after
that on which he died. There were no dry’ eyes
when the gray-headed old pilgrim cast herself
upon the youthful corpse, and poured into his
deaf ear many’ words of endearment unused for
forty years. It was a touching contrast—the one
so old and the other so young. They had both
been young these long years ago, but time had
gone on with the living and stood still with the
dead.—London Herald.
Squeezing the Hand.—It is but lately that
we understood the strange constructions that
are sometimes put upon a squeeze of the hand.
With some it is entirely equivalent to a declara-
The Way to Make Money.—A correspondent j tion of love. This is very surprising indeed.
selves, and that which is committed to us, to
fullest and best uses.”
would not relieve.
writes about a woman in Fayette county, Pa.,
who has made a fortune by working a farm with
her own hands. Here is an extract: “ Thus by
industry, economy and perseverence, she, in a
very few years, amassed a considerable fortune,
cleared seventy-five acres of rough land, filling
up and leveling over ravines, and fitting them
for agricultural purposes. It was indeed an in-
We must take hold of a lady’s hand like hot po
tatoes —afraid of giving a squeeze lest we should
burn her fingers. Very fine, truly ! Now, it was
our ancient custom to squeeze every hand that
we got in our clutches, especially a fair one. Is
it not a wonder that we have never been sued for
a breach of promise ? We would not give a rusty
nail for one of your cold, formal shakes of the
hand.
Every person who intrudes one or two fingers
teresting sight to see her sitting on top of a rock _
that he can’t perform these slappings and knead- ■ with a drill in one hand and a sledge hammer in i for your touch, as if he were afraid of catching
ings upon his own person, the hand of a discreet : the other, piercing the very heart of the rock | the distemper, should go to school awhile to a
person should be employed. i and blowing it to atoms, and afterwards rolling j jolly old farmer. He shakes you with a ven-
It is marvelous how the body, the stomach, for ; it piece by piece into the adjacent ravine. This i geance, and shakes your body too, unless you
example, which, when these manipulations are ! lady has now a grand house luxuriously fur- ! should happen to be as thick as himself. Well,
first practiced, may be so very tender that the 1 nished; a first-class piano, from which she brings ( there is nothing like it; it shows a good heart at
’’ ’ ‘ ’ • ’ — ’ 11 ' ’ ” ’ 1 forth the sweetest music, and $50,000 in the 1 _ ’ ,J v A1 '
bank.”
slightest touch can hardly be borne—it is mar
velous how in two or three weeks a blow almost
as hard as the hand can give is borne without
suffering. If you have a pain in the side or
across the chest, percussion will relieve it almost
instantly. But constipation, dy’spepsia, torpid
ity of the liver, and other affections of the ab
dominal viscera, are relieved more surely and
completely than any other class of affections by
percussion, kneading, etc.
Such treatment comes under the head of coun
ter irritation. A n^w circulation is established
Chances of Marriage.—Every woman has a
chance of being married. It may be one chance
to fifty against, or it may be ten to one in her
favor. But whatever that is, representing her
entire chances at 100, her particular chances at
certain defined periods is estimated in the fol
lowing ratio: When between fifteen and twenty
years of age she had 14J per cent, of her whole
. . probability; when between twenty and twenty-
in the parts near the point of suffering and con- j four, she has 18 per cent. After thirty years she
Motbers-in-Law.— The beautiful little para
graph with this heading prepared and published
by* our domestic editress some time ago has been
floating the world over, and we now see it ac-
kindly sympathy and manly* encourage- , credited to the Sunday Argus. It should be The
ment * i Sunny South.
gestion. Besides this, especially in abdominal
troubles, the manipulations appeal to the con-
tractibility of the weak relaxed vessels of the
affected part.
Mixing the Colors.—The Thomaston Herald
announces the marriage of Andy White (colored)
to Malinda Green (colored).
any rate, and we would crush the very bones of
our fingers, and shake our shoulder out of joint
than that he should poke our paw, as if he were
about to come in contact with a bear or a hyena.
The ladies may rest assured of this: that a man
who will not squeeze their hand when he gets
hold of it, does not deserve to have a hand in
his possession, and that he has a heart eight
hundred and forty-nine times smaller than a
grain of mustard-seed.
How to Get Rid of Bores.—
A scholar sought his teacher; “What shall I do,” said he,
“ With these unasked for visitors who Bteal my time from
has lost 34J per cent, of her chance, but until :
f thirty-five she has still 64 per cent. Between j
thirty.five and forty she has 3J per cent., and j
j for each succeeding five years is respectively 24, i
A and £ per cent. At any* time after sixty, it is i
one tenth of 1 per cent., or one-thousandth of When Islam's army marches, send a beggar in the Tan,
her chance of a chance—a pretty slender figure, J And the frightened hosts of infidels will i
j but figures often are slender at that age.
The learned man answered; “Lend money to the poor.
And borrow money of the rich—they’ll trouble you no
more."