The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, December 18, 1875, Image 4

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JOH\ H. SEALS, - Editor und Proprietor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Assoc iate Editor. A. L,. HAMILTON, D.D., - Associate Editor And Manager of Agencies. ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY. DEC. 18. 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will lie discontinued at the expiration of the time, unless renewed. The Richmond O/Hee of The Sunny South is at No. 4 South Twelfth street. R. G. Agee, Esq., amcst reliable and courteous gentleman, is in full charge and duly authorized to transact any business connected with the paper. NEW YOliK AGENCY. Young & Layton, at 134 Pearl street, New York city, are in charge of the New York branch of this paper. They are active, reliable and deserving gentlemen, and will attend to any and all business matters in that city connected with this office. SPECIAL CLUB HATES. Organize clubs in every community, and get The Sunny South at the reduced rates. Every Southern family must take it this fall and win ter. See our club rates: A Club of 4, ft, 10 and upwards, 82 50 each. A “ “ 20 and upwards, 82 25 “ For a Club of 5 at S3, an extra copy will he sent one year free. 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."