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the («l\TRV DOCTOR.
Extract from the fine poem written by Dr. Bruns
of New Orleans and read at the Medical Association
of Mississippi.
, The good old doctor! mild as wise,
With pleasant jest for all he met,.
The kindly humor in his eyes
Flashed trom the lips so gravely sweet.
Firm hand, big heart, and ample brain,
Toughened by battles, fought and won,
Scarred with the wind and whiter rain.
And bronzed by many a summer sun.
Not largely learned in useless lore,
Nordully studious overmuch,
Saved by the sturdy wit he bore
From making other s wit his crutch.
But many a childing mother owned
His ready skill, and many a wife,
Whose hope or stay in anguish groaned,
Owed to his care some precious life.
All earnest faith he held as good.
The path of honor plain and broad;
His simple creed, best understood,
Was duty—untoman—and God,
Not passing with averted face
The wayfarer, fallen by the road,
Naked, and bruised, and in disgrace,
Fainting beneath life’s bitter load.
Into his wounds tlie'oil he poured.
Gave food and wine for benison,
Nor, though his pouch was illy stored
Forgot the pence to help him on.
So, walking in this narrow round
Of homeliest cares and use, at best,
His days with simple pleasures crowned,
Had moved him to his honored rest.
Butjsuddenly rose the wail of woe.
By lake and river, plain and hill,
Tlie Yellow Death swept on, and lo!
A land of corpses—stark and still.
Then at the summon, stepping down.
By never selfish thought delayed,
Where, racked with pain, the stricken town
Stretched forth his fevered hands lor aid.
He moved like some|superna! gues*
With healings on his wings, and balm
To bring the tortured body rest,
And to the spirit whispercalm.
Where Misery crouched in darkestfden,
With foulest squalor, grim and guant.
He only saw his fellow men,
And knew the largest claim in want.
Felt the fierce poison in his vein.
Saw i ’e • his h< ad the impending sword,
And fronting fate in calm disdain,
• Fell at his post without a word
What needs his name? or any name
Of these brave hearts that with hi nU died?
They battled not for fee or fame,
Our loyal brothers! true and tried.
’ Enough if standing by his grave,
In some far twilight’s fading day,
One tender soul he died to save.
Remembering all he was shall say:
•'Here sleeps beneath his native soil,
Who,since hi* manhood's work began,
Gave all his days ol useful t il #
And at the last, his life for man.”
OFF-HAND TALKS.
By Slim Jim.
NO IV.
Hints to Housekeepers
My wife and I have kept house for so many
years that I am bald-headed, and she wears false
teeth.
For this reason I feel competent to advise
young people, who are just entering on the
stormy Rea of matrimony, concerning the mys
teries of housekeeping.
When yon are marketing, purchase every
thing you see that is cheap.
No matter whether you need it or not— low
prices are wbat we are after.
To tell the age of a spring chicken, strike the
1 ird with a sledge-hammer, If the hammer re-
1 onnds with sufficient force to knock your
whatevevrr may be of nse in yonr home.
But don’t trv to raise a disturbance.
That is neither useful nor ornamental.
There are several ways of raising children,
but yon can do as yon please about that.
I generally raise mine on the loe of my boot
—especially Let, who gives me occasion to do so
about twenty-five times a week.
The cream of married life is sometimes ice
cream, without the least bit of sweetness in i*.
Bear this in mind, and when your hnsband
treats vou coldly, take an early opportunity to
warm him up.
This may be done by slapping his face with
the fire-shovel.
In short, do all in yonr power to infnse
warmth and happiness into the home circle.
The best way to make the Home Circle happy,
is to snbscribe for it
YonrR domestictTiy.
When Napoleon III. kept his court in Paris
the city had four lyric theaters; bat ander the
republic the show business has greatly deolined.
ThejPresent Sultan of Turkey.
A Wayward Daughter.
To Sjj<It; !ici Wealthy Jftd Respected- Pafc-nts She
Marries a Coarse, Ignorant, Colored Coal
Digger.
Pittsburg, Pa„ May 16th—The little town of
Beaver, which is one of the suburbs of Pittsburg, is
in a terrible state of excitement. One of the pret
tiest, wealthiest, best known and really accomplish
ed young ladies of the-town left her father’s house
and deliberately manned a negro, who is as ugly
and ignorant as he is black. For some time past
Miss Anna Mason had given her parents a great
deal of trouble by her reckless, wayward conduct,
but being an only daughter she was spoiled by in
dulgence. Her father is United States storekeeper
in Indiana county, but lives in Beaver and is wealthy
Her uncle is ex-Cbief Justice Daniel Agnew, of the
Supreme Court, and the family is really one of the
best in this part of t he State. Mrs. George Jones,
lately Miss Annie Mason, is twenty years old, is
sommetrieally formed and is a brhnette with large
eves and an exceedingly pretty face. She had a
quarrel with her parents on Wednesday night and
early yesterday morning she left her home and met
George Jones, a coarse, illiterate, negro coal dig
ger, by an appointment which she had made by
some unknown means during the night. At five
o’clock in the morning Jones and another negro,
accompanied by Miss Mason, went to Rochester,
which is about a mile from Beaver, and hurried to
the house of a colored clergyman, who married
Jones to Miss Mason in the presence of a couple of
white men who were called in to act as witnesses.
The couple then took the next train back to Beaver
where Jones hired a room in a small bouse, which
has only three rooms in it, two of which were al
ready occupied by negro families. This reckless
girl sent home for her trunk, piano and some of the
ornaments from her room ami this was the first in
timation her mother had of the marriage Her
mother tried to persuade her daughter to return to
her home, but she refused. Her father is not at
heme and knows nothing as yet of the affair. It is
not known how Miss Mason became acquainted
with Jones, or where she ever met him.
Threats are openly made by the young men of
Beaver of tarring and feathering Jones and driving
him out of the town, but up to the present time
nothing has been done, and Mr. and Mrs. Jones are
living in thei” squalid, foul aired, tiny room while
the wayward girl’s mother is lying at her elegant
home crazy with brain fever brought on by Annie’s
conduct.
brains out, the chicken iB more than one year
old.
This is a more reliable way than to count the
wrinkles on the fowl's tf eth.
Jf jea sjY«:sv>ag<>rde&_ yor, me **M
raise vegetables to sell, provided, yon can raise
money enough te start the thiDg.
Cucumbers are geod in season.
Bat without any season they are considered
hurtful.
They hit below the belt, as it were
1 The best way to cultivate com is to wear tight
boots.
I have raised .ten ‘achers’ that way.
A good many people are pnzzled to know how
long cows should be milked.
I think they should be milked the same as
short cows.
A cow is a very intelligent brnte, and some
people think she onght to be treated with all
possible consideration for her personal com
fort.
This is right.
Invitt your cow-in the parlor, give her a seat
on the sofa, and do all you can to make her feel
at home.
Introduce her into the most refined society,
teach her to nse a napkin at table, and let her
receive her bovine caders in the best room.
But yon mnstoaution her against obeying her
cud in the house, and spitting tobacco juice on
the wall-paper.
Everybody knows how to can tomatoes
THEN AND NOW.
How Henry A. Wise’s Father Politej’^Sought Per-
* mission to'Adtli'ess N »i {rerrr“}no. *
Cropper.
. As an illustration of the stately courtesy and
somewhat grandiloquent style of our grandfath
ers, the following letters may be of interest to
many of our readers, and an . xample of the et
iquette of conrtship in the olden time that may
be commended.
•JOHN WISE TO GEN. CROPPER.
Without date.
Feeling myself irresistibly impelled by incli
nation, ’and. prompted by a sense of propriety, I
have presumed now to address you upon a sub
ject of importance, and delicacy.
Having conceived an affection for your daugh
ter (Miss Sallie) I beg leave to. solicit your per
mission to make my addresses to her, and at
the same time let me express the hope that
should I be so fortunate as to succeed in gain
ing her affVcUonR, my first wishes may not be
frustrated by your disapprobation. I have
thought proper io make this application to you
on the suhj-ct in this manner, rather than in
person, because my character (jf 1 have acquir-
! ed any) my condition and my situation in life
Movements in Southern Society.
The courting for next fall’s campaign is going
vigorously forward in Wilkes County, Ga.
There is to he a military excursion of the Griffin
Guards to Rome in July. A large number of citi
zens will accompany the Guards.
Our popular and versatile writer, Mrs. Amelia V.
Purdy was married on the 6th to Dr. W. D. Jones,
a distinguished physician of Waxahatchie, Texas.
The congratulations and good wishes of all the
readers of the Sunny South are extended to the
happy pair. •
Griffin Ga., had a merry Dickens party last week
at the residence of Hon. D. J. Bailey. It”was in
honor of the Irving Club—one of the literary asso
ciations of the city. The masquerading parties
dressed and supported their characters quite clever
ly. The Irving Club is a very promising society.
At the Foote House in McKinney, Texas. Col.
Charles D. Grace of Bonham, the able and?popular
Representative of the 9th Senatorial Dist. in the
State Legislature, was married bv Dr. Bond, Pres,
of the Austin College, to Mrs. L. M. Bond, a beauti
ful and accomplished lady, a resident of Texas but
a native of France.
A charming young lady of Greensboro, Ga. says
a match is soon to be made in that city which, for
the first time on record, seems to meet the unani
mous approval of the entire public. The groom in
expectancy is a wealthy, hightoned and polished
young merchant and the bride will be one of the
sweetest of Macon’s daughters.
The Washington, Ga. folks enjoyed a strawberry
festival lately, where the berries were red and lus
cious almost as the lips of the pretty girls who
served them, and where the dignified member from
Lincoln promenaded about covered with flower
favors from she ladies and calling himself a pere
grinating parterre of sweetness.
A Grand Union Sunday School picnic was enjoy
ed by the children of Griffin and their sisters and'
their cousins and their aunts, as well as their broth
ers and uncles. The gala assembly collected in the
spacious and shaded grounds of the Bailey Institute
and soon filled the building and the Campus. White
cloths were spread everywhere under the great
oaks and a sumptuous repast, was enjoyed by all.
A “Subscriber” from Hawkinsville, Ga. writes
that the Coronation May ball which the Sunny
South Society Column announced as having been
given by Miss Thompson and her dancing class did
not come off as proposed.
The announcement sent us was therefore prema
ture. We do not care to have our correspondents
anticipate in this style, while we cordially solicit
for the Society Column all reliable accounts of all
interesting events in Southern society. The Sunny
South is read everywhere and it is interesting to
society people of one section to know what others
are doing elsewhere, but we beg that none other
than truthful accounts be sent us.
The people of Richmond, Va. have been enjoying
a great treat in the way of a grand opera presented
by home talent under the efficient management of
Prof. C. L. Siegel for the benefit of the “Retreat
for the Sick” of that city. The Dispatch says:
One of the most striking features of the entertain
ment was the elegant costumery arjd fine spectacu
lar exhibition. We. have not seen upon our hoards
MOit jr i'O (.
fact is not surprising when it is known thatt&Tla-
dies have not been at all sparing in their outlay for
the opera, the total expense of which will amount
to about §1,500. Their receipts have been (we sup
pose) about §5,000, so the net result will foot up
§1,500—a sum which will no doubt be judiciously
invested.
The ladies were so delighted with Prof. Siegel’s
management that they have tendered him a com
plimentary benefit. Mrs. W. A. Jenkins is Presi
dent of the board of Managers of the Retreat; Mrs.
S. B. Smith is Vice Pres.; Mrs. G. W. Camp Sec.;
and Mrs. J. A. Temple Treas.
1 i are not altogether unknown to you, and if ob-
that they Vill keep,” biTt"it iTa question of'con- j eutiolli are tc \ hb made they can be more freely
siderabl'e doubt in this country as to whether comma. ioated in this than any other way.
there is any possible way of keeping an um- ' .. * 1 II * eretofore preceded no farther with
brella • : the lady than merely ootatn her permission to
m^ke this application, and, sir, 1 now pledge
Perhaps the only method is to slice it up in '
vinegar, sprinkle salt on its ribs, and bury it > ou th ?. UoL : or °‘ a gentleman that in case you
ten feet, deep in the cellar. ! Lave ob J ,!Ctl °n of an insuperable nature to the
A young hnusewi'e saould not use her broom ! proposed union, wnatever may be the chagrin,
for any other purpose than to sweep with. I rt, g re f ttU ‘* mortification which I may feel on the
Don’t use it to knock your husband’s Lead off 000 ? S10 “- 1 W,U a, /. t . dwt « rb tbe q««t of a pa-
whenever you get angry. i *«“■ r , em , e * “ohci'oaa. no count, for the hap-
It teaches the broom bad habits. ) B Iness ot “ b « 1<>ved daughter, by persisting any
And it will grow so accustomed to the sport j * u 5,6r with her.
that every time a man happens to enter > eruil to a
A BRAVE GIRL.
Cutting a
Cancer from Her Arm With
her Own Hand.
The Olean Times says: Living in a plain cottage
situated between two farms, on the main settle
ment, near Portville, about seven mdes from Olean,
is a young woman named Mary Langdon. Her
mother has been an almost, helpless invalid for many
years. She herself has long suffered with a terrible
cancer on the upper part of her left arm. To cure
this or to al'eviate the torment of mind end body
which it has caused, has been her constant thought,
her ever-present care. The aid of competent phys
icians has been called in, and every r kind of treat
ment resort-'d to, but with no hopeful result.
Expert medical men pronounced the case a hope
less one, and the poor girl was regarded by all, and
herself, as the doomed victim of the terrible disease.
A lady doctor of reputed skill in the treatment of
a cancer recently visited the sufferer, but gave no
word of encouragement. After she had gone Mary
shed no tears, but resolved upon a dangerous and
desperate experiment, and when she had resolved
speedily carried her design into execution. . She
ran a stout needle beneath the cancer, drawing a
thread through it. With this thread she t : ed the
artery, took a sharp table knife and cut the cancer,
which was of unusual size out of her arm.
This done, she took the mass of quivering flesh
which she had removed from her arm, and without
a word to any one, buried it in the rear of the cot
tage. So quietly had the girl gone through with
the terrible operation that no one in the house was
aware of it until some time after. Having bound
up and covered the terrible wound in her arm, she
went about her household work as usual. Of course
the result of this fearful peice of surgery is difficult
to predict. The girl is not at present suffering any
ill effects, and it is sincerely to be hoped that so
much courage and endurance will be rewarded by
a complete cure.
the
bouse it will jump np and knock him into the
middle of next week before you can interfere.
I know a good way to get rid of red ants when
they infest your pantry.
But I have forgotten what it is.
If you believe in capital punishment, however,
you might hang them—and I honestly believe
they deserve it.
A kouseke6per may be judged by her bread.
It is often asserted that brown bread is the
sweetest bread that is made, but there can be
no sort of doubt that white bread is wheater.
Don’t spend yonr money for silver spoons.
Silver is not so durable as some cheaper met-
alf», and then it‘s so costly.
German experimenters declare that a silver
spoon vears out in 248 years, and there’s your
money gone to thunder.
If a wife wishes to be known by her acts, she
will get np every morning and make the tires,
without a word of complaint.
If a hufband wishes to be known by his ax,
he will always split enough wood on wash-day
to last a week.
I srppose most men know how to make vine-
gar.
The quickest and cheapest way is to praise
one yonng lady to another.
Cheapness is what we are aiming at in these
days, when the times are as hard as a book-
agent’s cheek.
Everybody is wretchedly poor now, and pov
erty has struck some people so fearfully bard
that they want to have it arrested for assault
and battery. _
Even the moon is often reduced to its last
quarter.
But thank heaven there is still one plaoe
where prosperity may be found—in the diction
ary.
A great many housekeepers are anxious to
know how to treat tramps.
II hould not treat them at all, if it were me,
but if you wish to fraternize with them in that
way, I believe they usually take straight whiaky.
Pay close attention to yonr garden, and raise
assure you that I am, with much
consideration and respect,
Your obedient servant,
John Wi-e.
GEN. CROPPER TO JOHN WISE.
Bowman s Folly, 11 May, 1797
Sir:—Although the application made by your
letter of this day w: s unexpected, yet my re
flections heretofore on the subject have prepar
ed me to answer: That however solicitous I
may be for the temporal felicity of my daugh
ter and future respectability of my child, she is
j the only proper judge of the person best calcu
lated to make ber happy. Respeot aud impar
tiality ought to be shown by me to you or any
other gentleman that might make his addresses
to my daughter, and I confide in your candor
and judgement.
I am, sir, with due respeot,
Your obedient s< rvant,
John Cropper.
’Death in a Postage Stamp.
Young ladies who correspond with rejected
lovers would do well to t ike a hist from the fol
lowing curious case: Mile. Felicie Mexy, who
lives on the farm of Penteoote, on the Belgian
frontier, wis on the point of being married,
when she received a letter frem an old suitor
asking her to reconsider the matter and send
him an immediate reply. A postage stamp was
gallantly enclosed to defray the cost of trans
mission. The answer duly written, Mille. Maxy
applied the stamp to her fair lips; but hardly
had she done se when she felt a sharp pain in
her tongue, and in less than no time tha’t inter
esting member became horribly elongated and
inflamed and covered with noisome sores. The
disconsolate one, Alfred Cumin by name, a
farmer at Piobon, in the Nord, has keen ar
rested; but It* declares that he nse'd*n« noxious
drug, but simply moistened a corner of the
stamp with his own lips. Such is the state of
the esse as it stands; but the tale oarHes its own
moral. •
DRAMATIC NOTES.
Mrs. Agnes Booth has made the hit of the Boston
season in “Engaged.”
The Helen D’Este troupe, while performing in
Baton Rouge, gave a performance for the benefit of
the public schools of that place.
H. M. S. Pinafore was lately given in Washing
ton, D. C., by a company of colored folks, made up
of the “bon tons ” of that race in the capital.
The progress of “The Danites” at Keokuk, Iowa,
the other evening, was interrupted by McKee Ran
kin’s suddenly leaving the stage and the fall of th e
curtain in the midst of an act, followed by loud
talking behind the scenes for several minutes, after
which the play proceeded. It appears that Mr-
Rankin pinched the arm of Miss Bessie Hunter, who
was playing the character of the Widder, at which
she took offense and left the stage, but was persuad
ed by the manager to return and finish f he play.
“Count ” Joannes’ Estimate op Himself.—G.
T. C. Joannes, known as “the Count,” sued the Jer
sey City Evening Journal for libel, because that,
paper had said he was not the high tragedian he
claimed to be. The Count pleaded his own case,
and put himself on the witness stand and asked
himself questions somewhat thus:
“What was the style of your performances at the
Bowery Theater, Count Joannes ?”
“They were good—couldn’t have been better,”
said the Count critically, an«wersng himself.
Then he got down off the stand and assumed the
lawyer again.
“How many times have you played Hamlet,
Count?” he asked of himself encouragingly.
“One hundred and twenty-three,” he answered,
jumping back on the stand and assuming the part
of witness again.
“Were the audiences large ?” he demanded, again
turning counsel for himself.
“Full,” he replied, with a smile, getting back into
the role of witness.
While this was going on the crowd in the court
room roared, while the Count went through his
changes as seriously as if he were strutting the
boards in Hamlet or Lear.
He demanded of Mr. Winfield, one of the wit
nesses, what he thought of his Lear; to which Mr
W. replied that he had only seen him go as far as
dividing bis kingdom among his daughters.
“And was there any discrepancy between me and
Lear ?” demanded the Count, sternly.
“None that I know of,” replied Winfield. “I
didn’t know Lear, and never having been acquaint
ed with him couldn’t say; though it’s my opinion
he was considerable of a durned old fool, and so
maybe, George, there ain’t so much discrepancy af
ter all.”
The jury took just six minutes to give the Count
six cents, without including costs, and that’s what
unfavoraple criticism is worth.
PERSONALS.
What People are Doing and Saying
all over the World.
If Garabaldi is a dying man, he dies very hard.
King Humbert doesn’t love him, but he does fear
him.
Mary Paul, a granddaughter of the famous priva
teer, John Paul Jones, lately died at the age lof
seventy-nine.
An old flame of Lord Byron’s died at Florence
lately, at the age of eighty. Her name was Clarie
Clairmont.
Mr. Robert Bonner lias a valuables farm near
White Plains, N. Y_, on which he spends the most
of his t ime.
Blondin, who became famous by feats of rope
walking, has lost his fortune by the failure of a
bank in Europe.
Queen Victoria traveled under the title of Count
ess of Balmoral. A weak invention, for there is]no
such title extant.
As a bond negotiator, Secretary Sherman is an ac
knowledged success. The National Treasury;was
never in better condition.
An African king thinks nothing of sacrificing a
hundred lives among his subjects on a “festal occa
sion.” Cetywayo lias a weakness that way.
John Brown, son of “Ossawatomie” Brown, pro
poses to join the emigrating negroes, and to take
the part of a leader and adviser among them.
Charies Bennet, a California gymnast, who died a
tew days ago, could run twenty m'les at a high rate
of speed, and could easily lift a weight of a thousand
pounds.
Barnum advertises a hairy elephant and a snake
without any tale; also a monkey with a ring in his
nose instead of his tail, an da mermaid to be weighed
in her own scales.
The New York Police Gazette swallowed! whole the
April Fool story in the Quitman Free Press about
“the alligator who ate Jim Downing,” and in a late
is^ue reproduced the same elaborately illustrated
with a huge wood cut.
A Danbury tramp when arrested, had on nine
pairs of pants, twelve coals and twelve vests. And
yet he complained of being coolly treated. It is
supposed that he is a wandering Jew—a traveling
clothing store.
A clergyman living in the home of'the Brontes is
giving offense because he refuses to throw his house
open to the throng of peripatetics whose only claim
of consideration is that they are admirers of“Cnr-
rer Bell” and her clever sisters.
Sir Yung Bahadoor, when he died, left a Widowed
harem. Five of them had made pilgrimages to Jug
gernaut aud BaneresJ traveling closely veiled, and
so escorted oy eunuchs that no real man could even
get a glimpse of their outer garments.
Mrs. Julia A. Moore, the sweetsinger of Michigan
says she has not suffered flattery to turn her (head’
for she knows that the critics which praises her the
loudest is the same ones as praises Longfellow; and
’taint likely there is two poets to once.
At a petroleum factory in Paris it was noticed
that workmen who had bronchial or pulmonary
diseases soon lost them. So^chemists began to en
close the oil in gelatine capsules and sell them as a
popular remedy for colds, asthma and enfluenza.
The wonderful mare, “Goldsmith Maid,” has J re
cently given birth to a colt, for which it;is said the
own'er^has refused820,000. The sire of the colt was
“G'i«eral Washington,”»he by “Gen. Knox;” dam
.u.vj iirsvfetg'ircef of "■MainbiincyCniei.”
A colored baby fell from an attic window theoth-
er day. and the mother tells the following story:—
“Here dat chile wuz cornin’ down feet fust, wid ev’y
chance of bein'killed, when de Lawd, he turned
him over, de chile hit on his head, and dere wasn't
so much as abuttou busted off.”
On a railroad out Wesrthe engineer and fireman
got into a fight, and the train ran away entirely
while the difficulty was being settled. The speed
was so great that the telegraph polas looked to the
passengers just like a picket fence, and the conduc
tor had just time enough to get in the cab to save
the train from a collision.
Mrs. William Moore, of Rome, is seventy-nine
yeais old, and during the course of her life has made
twenty-seven log cabin quilts, several of them com
posed of four thousand pieces. She has besides this
knit three counterpanes or bed-spreads, and three
pairs of ladies’ silk hose. The Courier says she still
does the latter kind of work, and even at her ad-
van c ed age does not believe that any one can excel
her in it.
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher pronounces the Apos
tles to have been “dull, opaque, siow men, average
common people, and a poor, miserable set,” who,
however, “were well-fitted to preach, because they
ivere exclusively quarrelsome!” As none of them
ever occupied the attention of a court and jury for
six months, we are not surprised at the Plymouth
pastor’s contempt for them.
Patrick Henry said of the Constitution of the Uni
ted States: “We adore democracy. Among other
deformities the Constitution has an awful squint
ing—it squints at monarchy. A standing army we
shall have ;o execute the execrable commands of
tyranny, when men cannot assemble without the
risk of being shot by a hired soldiery—the engines
of despotism.’,
“The proposed repeal,” said Mr. Conkling, “would
banish Federal soldiers from the island of Manhat
tan on election day even if the city of New York be
wrapped in flames and an armed mob in posses
sion of the homes of the citizens. Why in the name
of God should the republic be left defenceless on one
day of the year?” What nonsense from a man who
calls himself a statesman.
Emma Tyron wasa wife of Trueman C. Tyron,
and cashier of a variety company of which her hus
band was manager. Business was bad aud the com-
nany played to slim houses. After a performance
in a country town in Ohio she was found dead in
her room. She had taken Laudanum and written
a letter to her hnsband, in which she said that he
1 a 1 dragged her down until she had lost all. “Now
I will end my miserable life, and rid you of the
great drawback,” she wrote.
The Moses ofthe negro exodus is old “Pap” Sin
gleton, a little old man—a mulatto—over seventy,
with wavy, iron gray hair, square jaws, full, quick
eyes and a general expression of honesty, courage
aud modesty. He was born aud raised a slave in
Nashville, where he worked at early life at cabinet
making, and from whence he was sold more than a
dozen times,always escaping;.and returning to his
old home. He finally fled to Canada, but soon he
’ound his way to Detroit, where during tha war he
kept a sort of boarding house and a refuge for fugi
tive slaves.
In Chicago Mrs, Young, whose daughter was mur
dered by Stevens, her husband, waited anxiously
in the ante-room to see the prisoner condemned to
death; but when they only gave him two years, she
drew a revolver with the intention ofmakingita
life sentence. She put the pistol within six inches
of her son-in-law’s head aud pulled the trigger, but
the corner of her handkerchief had gotteu under
the hammer and the weapon did not explode. She
tried again with the same result, and was then pin
ioned by two policemen and carried off. This is a
mother-in-law for you. Happy thought: Not to
marry in Chicago.