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Around th& Hearth.
BY GEORGE HOWLAND.
Whatever be our earthly lot,
Wherever we may roam,
Still to our hearts the brightest spot
Is round the hearth at home ;
The home where we received our birth,
The hearth by which we sat,
No other spot on all the earth
Will ever bo like that.
When winter, coming in its wrath,
Piled high the drifting snow,
Safe clustered round the cheerful hearth,
We watched the firelight glow ;
Noi brighter seemed the ruddy fiames
Thau did our hearts, the while-
A loving mother breathed our names,
With sweet approving smile.
When weary with our eager chase
Through many a tangled path.
How sweet the dear accustomed place,
To talk around the hearth ;
And still when by out toil and care
We feel ourselves oppressed,
Our thoughts forever cluster there,
Aud there alone find rest.
Blight promise of the rest above,
Sweet shelter (tom the storm,
Home hallowed by a mother's love,
Hearth by that love made warm ;
Though wildly roared the storm without,
What recked we of the cold, *
What place for any fear or doubt
Within the loving fold ?
And when some little trouble weighed
Upon the childish heart,
Till from our brimming eyes it made
The gushing tear drops start;
llovv quick, before the genial glow,
We felt each sorrow cease.
And back the crystal current flow,
To flood our hearts with peace.
And brighter witli Ibe passing years
Seems childhood’s sweet employ,
And even sweeter still 'appears
Each well remembered joy.
Around tile cheerful hearth at home,
Where we in childhood sat,
No other spot whene'er we roam,
Will ever be like that.
Halts in Life.
There are times when ottr double
quick march to the tomb is broken
by halts. They may not be long;'
they may last only a few minutes,
or hunt's; but they are full of re
freshment ami peace, and should be
improved by giving up-ourselves to
the reflection which we can not in
dulge while the march goes. on.—
The. Saturday night halts are the
chief of these seasons of repose.—
Then we break ranks and go homo
on furlough till Monday morning ;
and the Sunday with its sacred calm
and joy comes to refresh our bodies,
rest our minds, and unstring the
faculties so painfully distended by
the week’s labor. There are other
shorter hnltsjfcoo; it may be at the
breakfast table, when, being a few
minutes ahead of time, wo linger
over the morning meal to ask and
answer pleasant little questions ; it
may be at mid-day, at a moment
when all have left the counting
room, and we find ourselves alone
in the midst of a strange and solemn
silence; it may be at the*close of
the day when we wonder slowly
homeward, after the toils of busi
ness, with the still twilight shadows
closing round us; it may be at night
before slutflber seals, our eyelids as
we rest on the pillow; it may be
on a journey when we find ourse'ves
sitting alone in the midst of stran
gers at a hotel, or in a railway car.
AH these are halts in the march of
life; we cease for the time, to feel,
the goad of business or necessity
urging us onward, and yield our
selves up to the.repose of the mo
ment Our bodies rest, our minds
become unstrung, the imminence of
so ne necessity to be met on the mo
ment vanishes, and we have time to
look at aud think of things that
have no connection with .our daily
cares, but that may be more impor
tant than all those cares. . These
moments of stillness should not be
regarded as irksome they should
be given to reflection, for we think
too little amid the clash and clan
gor of the struggle of our daily vo
cation. Life, indeed, demands ac
tion of us, but we need to reflect
calmly at times, to know how to
act.— St. Louis Home Journal.
“I say, Deacon, have you hun
ted down that chap that stole your
overcoat atid umbrella!” “No, I
have not molested him ; he’ll fetch
up in a world where neither over
coat .nor umbrella will be of the
least use to him.”
CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, JANUARY 13, 1871.
Sticking to the Point.
A friend of mine, Who was in
business, and in need of a clerk,
advertised; but out of the whole
number of those who presented
themselves only one shut the door
tight as he went out of the office.—
This one was immediately called
back and employed.
A little while afterward another
friend, a successful lawyer, adver
tised as follows:
Wanted— A young man to work in an at
torney’s office, and also to read law at his
leisure. Apply to John Smith 13 Dunlap
street. B
It was the conviction of my friend
that what is most desired in a law
yer is a certain cool judgment,
which holds on to the main point
in a given case, and allows no side
issues to warp, the mind from its an
chored position. 1 have often
heard him say, in the end, the law
yer who, having hit the nail on the
head, keeps driving it in until it is
countersunk in the conviction of
both.judge and jury, is the leader
who succeeds best at the bar of jus
tice. I always select for my stu
dents such young men as have this
cjualityj and I almost invariably
find it lodged in minds that are in
clined to stick to tiie point. .
On the day following the publi
cation of the above notice, Mr.
Smith had in the forenoon a dqzen
applicants in person. He' bade
them wait his pleasure; then, when
tliey were all seated around him, he
addressed them as follows :
“Before we proceed :o business,
my young friends, 1 wish to. tell
you a story.”
Os course no one objected to
this.
“On Deacon White’s barn,” be
gan Mr. S., “there perched one
evening an owl. The Deacon was
slightly superstitious, aud not fan
eying the hooting of the lugubrious
visitant, he took his gun, stole out.
softly, got within good range, lev
elled his gun at the ominous intru
der, and tired. Now, the barn was
old and full of chinks and holes,
and it being a very dry time, the
treacherous wadding immediately
set fire to the hay inside, and in an
inslant the entire fabric was in
flames.
“0, dear! dear!” cried the dea
con, “how cau I ldfcase all my cows,
and my sheep and horses, in season
to save them ?” for the wind was
high 1 and, as it always happens, it
increased in freshness as the tire
gained in fury.
“Help ! help !” he shouted.
“Did the folks hear him in the
house?” asked Alfred (I shall call
the applicants by their Christian
names.)
“Not directly,” said Mr. Smith.
“The deacon lost no time in getting
out the cattle. He found them
frantic with terror and unmanagea
ble. While engaged in loosing a
stout young bull, the latter sudden
ly turned his horns and pierced
him. “I’m gored! I’m gored !” he
exclaimed in agony, just as his ter
ror-stricken wife came to the rescue.
“Did he die ? ”
“He was injured seriously,” re
sumed Mr. Smith. “Feeling faint
lie was obliged to go aud lie down.
The woman ran for a doctor.—
When she returned, the piteous bel*
lowing of the tortured and dying
cattle fell on her ears. The thrill
ing thought quickly sti nek her,
was her husband possibly in the
burning ruins? Had he ventured
beyond his strength again, and fall
en a helpless victim ?”
“O, my husband! my husband!”
“Did he answer?” inquired Char
ley, with anxious face.
“Was he in the fire?” asked Da
vid.
“There was no reply,” continued
.Mr. S., “save from the crackling
timbers and moans of the doomed
animals. Presently she heard the
voice of her only son among the
flames.”
“Help ! help !” he cried.
“The mother’s heart was ready to
break. She hastened to rescue her
darling boy.
“Did she save him?” asked Ed
win.
“O, I hope she didu’t get burned
herself,” said Frank.
“Please tell us, sir, whether they
were burned to death,” pleaded
Grant.
“Well,” resumed Mr. Smith, “the
poor deacon died of his wounds.”
“Too bad,” said Henry. “He
was .1 brave man.”
“And his son was badly burned.”
“0, awful!” exclaimed Isaac.
“And the widow’s clothes caught
fire, but, luckily’, one of the neigh
bors (there were none living very
near) arrived at the seeno of de
struction just in season to extinguish
the flames.”
“Good! good !” exclaimed James.
“He threw the buffalo in the wagon
over her, I suppose ?”
“Yon are right,” said Mr. Smith.
“And- he released one of the best
horses.”
“Was he burned at all?” asked
Karl.
“Only a little scorched,” said Mr.
Smith.
And so the narrator went on un
til he had depicted the consequences
in detail of the sad event. Then
he paused. His audience was silent.
Their sympathies had been deeply
touched. Each one seemed silently
pitying th<- poor, afflicted family.
But one;, boy sat unmoved through
the whole story, and said nothing.
And now that the narrative was fin
ished, and a pause had come, he de
liberately looked into Mr. Smith’s
face in a straightforward manner,
and said:
“Did he hit the owl ?”
This was the youth that stuck to
the point, and the one that the law*
yer selected from the twelve. The
story had simply been manufactured
for effect.
Picking the Ears.
Dr. Hall says “picking the ears”
is a most mischievous practice ; in
attempting to do this with hard
substances, an unlucky motion has
many a time pierced the drum;
nothing sharper or harder than the
end of the little finger, with the
nail pared, ought ever to be intro
duced into the ear unless by a phy
sician.
Persons are often seen endeavor
ing to remove the “wax” of the ear
with the head of a pin; this ought
never to be done; first, because it
not only endangers the rupture of
the ear by being pushed too far in,
but if not so far, it may grate
against the drum, excite inflama
tion and an ulcer, which will finally
eat all the parts away; especially if
of a scrofulous constitution; second,
hard substauces have slipped in, and
caused the necessity of painful op
erations to fish out; third, the wax
is manufactured by nature to guard
the entrance from dust, insects, and
unmodified cold air, and when it
has subserved its purpose it be
comes dry, scaley, light, and in this
condition is easily pushed outside
by new formations of- wax within.
Occasionally wax may harden,
and may interfere with the hearing;
but when this is the case, it is the
part of wisdom to consult a physi
cian aud let him decide what is the
remedy; if one cannot be had, the
only sale plan is to let fall into the
ear three or four drops of tepid wa
ter, night and morning; the saliva
is better still, for it is softer and
more penetrating, but glycerine is
far preferable to either; it is one
of the blandest iiuids in nature, and
very rapidly penetrates the harden
ed wax, cools the parts, and restores
them to a healthful condition. If
in a week there is not a decided im
provement in the hearing, medical
advice ought to be had at once, as
next to the eye, the ear is the most
delicate organ of the body.
A Conscientious Man.— During
the freshet on the Wabash where
the fiat country oh both sides of the
river was inundated by the rising
waters, it became necessary for
those in the way to escape to the
mountains —-the mounds that were
probably made by the Indians for
that purpose. A party of fugitives,
on their way to a place of safety,
overtook a man in a covered wagon,
with a span of horses, standing
still in the road, tho water nearly
up to the hubs of his wheels. He
was sitting with a small book in one
hand and a whip with the other,
reading a line aloud and then lay
on the whip. They stopped a mo
ment to listen, attracted by the
man’s curious conduct, and were
surprised to hear him read:
“The wicked shall be turned into
hell!”—cut—giving a frightful em
phasis to the last word. “Whoso
believeth not shall be damned!”—
cut. “How can you escape the
damnation of hell!”—cut; and
many more of the same character,
yelling the emphasizing word at the
top of his lungs.
Wondering at his conduct, the
fugitives asked him what he meant.
“Why,” said he “I am a Methodist
minister, and restrained from swear
ing; but these horses were bought
in a region where they were accus
tomed to such language, and I am
endeavoring to come as near as pos
sible, conscientiously in order to in
duce them to move, but I’m—”
Here he consulted his book, leav
ing his hearers to imagine what ho
sought to give emphasis to in his
hopelessness of making them stir a
P e g- "
An Infamous Trio. —There are
three names in Alabama that will go
down,to posterity linked with all
that is vile and odious. Three
names that were once honored and
widely spoken of by the people,
but, as Benedict Arnold was once
trusted and beloved by the people,
his treason become the more odious
because of the trust he betrayed.
And so it is with these wretched
men—the very height from which
they fall sinks them the deeper in
the depth'of their infamy.
These names, which are hence
forth to be spoken only as syno
nyms ot treason and corruption are
Alexander White, Lewis E. Par
sons and Samuel F. Rice. — Rome
Courier.
We could present a list of such
men in Georgia that would fill a
column.
Matrimonial Question. —A
young man asked an old gentleman
for his daughter in marriage. The
answer was: Go into the orchard
and bring a parcel of apples. Give
me one half of the whole number,
and to the mother one half of the
balance and half an apple over, and
to the daughter one half of the re
mainder and half an apple over, and
have one left for yourself, without
cutting an apple, and if she is wil
ling you can have her. He solved
the question, and how many did he
bring ?
—Jt is said that solar oil and pe
troleum can be deprived of their of
fensive smell by keeping them for
two or three days in contact with
a small quantity of chloride of lime,
and after the lime settles the oil can
be poured off perfectly clear The
illuminating power of the oil is said
not to be diminished, and the smell
is that of’a pleasant ether.
Borrowers.
There are many people, especial
ly in rural districts, who have a
weakness for borrowing from their
neighbors articles of food and of
household economy. They do not
mean to do that which is improper.
In fact, they would be shocked did
one seek to remonstrate with them
in regard to this practice because of
its immorality or injustice. They
always intend to be even with the
good natured neighbor who responds
to their requests, by returning him
weight for weight, or measure for
measure, for all the favors granted.
But somehow 7 or other they are con
stantly finding themselves in “un
lucky” predicaments most unexpec
tedly, and so add gradually to their
score of debts. The extreme to
which this borrowing practice is
sometimes carried by a farmer or a
housewife is surprising. And one
“grown gray” in its trammels, if re
fused a favor, is most likely to ex
hibit all the indignation of offended
a-nd injured dignity and forbearance.
Here is an anecdote so much in
point that we cannot forego the
luxury of printing it.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Green to
her husband, one morning, “the
meal which we borrowed from Mr.
Black a few days ago, is almost out,
aud we must bake to-morrow.”
“Well,” said her husband, “send
and borrow a half bushel at Mr.
White’s; he sent to mill yesterday.”
“And when it comes shall we re
turn the peck we borrowed more
than a month ago from the widow
Grey ?”
“No,” said the husband, gruffly;
“she can send for it when she,
wants it. Sam, do you go down to
Mr. Browm’s and ask him to lend
me his ax to chop some wood this
forenoon , ours is dull, and 1 saw
him grind liis last night. And,
Jim, do you go to Mr. Clark’s and
ask him to lend me his ham
mer; and do yon hear ? you
might as well borrow a few nails
while about it.”
A little boy enters and says, “My
father sent me toi ask if j-'cu had
done with his hoe which you bor
rowed a week ago last Wednesday ;
he wants to use it.”
“Wants his hoe, child ? What
can lie want with it ? I have not
done with it yet: but if lie wants
it, I suppose he must have it. Tell
him to send, it back, though, as
soon as he can spare it.”
They sat down to breakfast. “O,
mercy!” exclaims Mrs. Green,
“there is not a particle of butter in
the house. Si, run over to Mrs.
Notable’s—she always has excellent
butter in her dairy—aud ask her to
lend me a plateful.”
After a few minutes Si returns :
“Mrs. Notable says she has sent you
the butter, and begs you to remem
ber that she has already lent, you
seventy nine platesful, which are
scored on the dairy door.
“Seventy-nine platesful! It is no
such thing; I never had half that
quantity’. I declare I have a mind
never to borrow anything ol that
mean creature again as long as I
live.”
“How I Votes.”
Cincinnati Commercial Georgia Letter.]
Yesterday I heard an old negro
explaining to a (ew of *his color, his
reasons "for having voted the Dem
ocratic ticket. Said he, as he made
fierce gestures with his weather
beaten baud: “Yes, you’re right, I
did vote the Democratic ticket. It
is the first time I ever did, and un
less they run this Gov’ment better
than the Radicals have, it will be
the last time. I propose for to try
’em. Why is times hard, and why
ain’t thar no money in the coun
try? The Radicals are playing
smash with everything. I com
menced for to vote the Radical tick
et over two years ago, and ever
since that time money has been
getting scacer and ecacer, and now
I don’t see a ten dollar bill one# a
month. I hain’t got cents now
where I used to have dollars when
1 commenced for to vote the Radi
cal ticket. We must have a change
in this here busipess, or we’ll all go
up, white and black alike. Talk
about the Radicals being friends to
the colored men!
Any man with half of one eye
can see that they ain’t friends to
anybody but themselves. They’re
avter the office which draws them
big pay and takes all. the money
out of the country, and makes cot
ton go down so that a darkey can’t
earn enough in a year to buy a hoe
cake for. Christmas. That’s what
they do. Who lent me a mule last
summer to finish my crop when
mine had broke his leg trying to
get over the fence? Was it a Radi
cal ? No. They’d have see’d *my
crop go to weeds afore they’d have
did it. Fact is, mighty few of them
have got any mules to lend. It
was a Democrat who came to mo
and says, “Joe, you’ve had bad
luck ; you will lose all your work
uuless you can get a nag to finish
your crop. Go to my stable and
get that old mule that’s blind in
one eye, and pay me what’s right
for her when your crop is made.”—
I paid him up like a man. When I
was sick last summer, and didn’t
have a bite in the house to eat, who
brought me the hunk of bacon ? It
was this ’ere same Democrat, and
now when he wants my vote he can
get it. A man who sticks up to me,
I’ll stick up to him all the time, and
so saying the ancient negro walked
off, leaving his little circle of listen
ers to comment upon his speech and
digest his wisdom.
Wedding Etiquette.
If the wedding takes place in the
church, it is customary to reserve
the front seats in the body of the
church for the relatives of the
young couple.
It is the height of rudeness for
anyone, whether clergyman, bride
groom, or any member of the bri
dal train, to keep the bride waiting.
The clergyman should be within
the rails, the bridegroom and
groomsmen should be in the vestry
room, by the time the bride is du<?
at the church. The bridesmaids
may receive the bride in the vesti
bule, or may accompany her to the
church.
The bridal party should meet .in
the vestry-room. Then the bride,
leaning on the arm of her father,
heads the procession ; the bride
groom, with the bride’s mother up
on his arm, follows; the grooms
men and bridesmaids in couples fol
low.
At the altar, the bridegroom re
ceives the bride, and the ceremony
begins. The groom&men stand be
hind the bride. The bride and
bridegroom rernovo their right hand
glove in some churches; in others
it is deemed not necessary. The
bride stands on the left of the
groom.
When the wedding takes place at
the kouse of the bride, it is custom
ary to divide the room either by
folding doors or a curtain, and al
low the bridal party to be grouped
before their friends see them. If,
however, this is not convenient,
they enter in the same order as in
church. It is somewhat customa
ry of late for the bride and groom
to walk arm-in-arm to the altar; but
it is against established etiquette ;
the bride should walk with her fa
ther, or if orphaned, with whoever
takes the father’s place on the occa
sion.
Where a ring is used, it is the
duty of the first bridesmaid to re
move the bride’s left haifd glove.
After the ceremony, the parents
of the oride speak to her first; then
the parents of the bridegroom be
fore the other friends.
After the ceremony, the bride
and groom go in the same carriage
from the church to the house, or
front the house to the 'railway de
pot. If there is breakfast or sup
per, the bride does not change her
dress until she assumes her travel
ing dress.
If parties are given to the bride
and groom the bridesmaids and
groomsmen must also be invited,
and, if they prefer, all may wear
the dress worn at tho wedding.—
This is, however, optional.
During the fortnight following
the wedding, friends of the family
should call upon the mother of the
bride.
It is contrary to etiquette to wear
mourning at a welding. Evert in
the case of a widowed mother to
either of the happy pair, it is cus
tomary to wear gray, or some neu
tral tint, upon the wedding day,
even if the deepest mourning is re
sumed afterwards.
It is not etiquette, at.a wedding
or wedding reception, to, congratu
late the bride; it is the bridegroom
who receives congratulation; the
bride wishes for her future happi
ness.' A gentleman or lady who is*
acquainted with both bride and
groom must speak first to the bride;
but if a stranger to either, may
first speak to the one with whom he
is already acquainted who will then
introduce the other. If a stranger
to both bride and groom, the first
groomsman must make the intro
duction.—By-laws of American
Society.
The Palatka Herald gives
the following account of a fight be
tween a bear and alligator, which
came off near that place : “A color
ed man was fishingclose at the time.
When he heard tho roar and bellow
of both animals, he was disposed
to cast away his fishing tackle
and run, but finding that the noise
of the conflict came no nearer, he
cautiously crept through the jungle
and there witnessed the combat. —
Bruin and his antagonist were in
the water about eighteen inches
deep— the fight was long and se
vere, and it was terrible, the man
said, to see how they lacerated and
tore each other. The bear, resort
ing to his peculiar tactics, would
enfold the alligator in liis huge
arms, and over and over' they rolled
in the water, until at last the bear
came off the victor, leaving his ene
my dead.”
How Congressmen Used to
Ttavkl.— ln the olden time, says
a Washington correspondent, tho
wealthy Senators and Representa
tives used to journey hither from
their homes in their own carriages,
which they thus luid for their own
use during Hie session in this city
of magnificent distances, Rufus
King used to come with his font
bays ;. the four iron grays which
Jackson drove from the Hermitage
when he was Senator, have never
been surpassed ; and Caluoun’s four
in-band chestnuts, which brought
him and his family from Fort Hill,
were much admiied. Henry Clay,
when he was at first a member of
the House, rode from. Ashland here
on a thouroughbred colt of bis own
raising, and it took him longer to
get here than it now does a Califor
nia member of Congress to come by
rail from the Golden Gate.
A fair lecturess says ■ “there is
no work a man can do but that will
be better donb by having a woman
by his side.” How about currying
a kicking mule ?
Sleep and Death.
As men begin to be about fifty
years old, especially if of sedenta
ry habits, the feeling on rising in
the morning is as if they had not
gotten enough sleep, not as much
as they used to have, and as if they
would like to have more, but they
cannot get it. They look upon a
healthy child sleeping soundly with
a feeling of envy. But it is curi
ous to observe that there is a bliss
to all in the act of going to sleep, a
blisS we become cognizant of only
when we happen to be aroused just
as we are falling into sound sleep;
and there arc strong physiological
reasons to suppose that this state
is a counterpart of that great event
that is to come upon all, the act of
dying. In fact, those who have in
rare cases' been brought back to life
when on its eXtremest verge, have
said, on coming to conscientious
ness, “How delicious! Why did
you not let me go ?”
An eminent man, thus brought
back, remarked that the last sensa
tions of which he was conscious,
were as if he were listening to the
most ravishing strains of music.—
Let us all, then, cherish the thought
that dying will be like our approach
to sleep of which some unknown
writer has beautifully 6aid: “It is
a delicious moment; the feeling
that we are safe, and shall drop
gently to sleep. The good i« to
come, not past.- Tho limbs have
been just tired enough to render
the remaining in one position de
lightful, and the labor of the day is
done. A gentle failing of the per
ceptions conies slowly creeping
over us, the spirit of conscientious
ness disengages itself more and
more, with low and hushing de
grees, like a fond mother detaching
her hand from that of her sleeping
child; the mind seems to have a
balmy lid closing over it, like the
eye, closing, more closed, altogeth
er, and the mysterious spirit of
sleep has gone to its airy rounds.”
May such be the physical “bliss
of dying,” to you and to me, read
er, with the spiritual added ten
thousand times more ineffable.
Life. —Life is beautifully com
pared to a fountain fed by a thous
and streams, that perish if one is
dried If is a silver cord, twisted
with a thousand strings, that part
asunder if one be broken. Frail
and thoughtless mortals are sur
rounded by innumerable dangers,
which make it much more strange
that they escape so long, than that
tiiey sometimes perish suddenly at
last. We are encompassed with
accidents every day, to crash the
mouldering tenements which we in
habit. The seeds of disease are
planted in our constitution by na
ture. The earth and atmosphere,
whence we draw our breath, are im
pregnated with death. Health is
made to operate to its own destruc
tion. The food that nourishes con
tains the elements of decay; the
soul that animates it by a vivifying
fire tends to wear it out by its own
action. Death lurks in- ambush
along our path, Notwithstanding
this is the truth, so palpably con
firmed by the daily example before
our eyes, how little do we lay it to
heart We see our friends and
'neighbors perish among us, but
how seldom docs it occur in our
thoughts that our knell shall, per
haps, give the next fruitless warning
to tho world !
Tiie Birth-Place of Genius. —
It is one of the mysteries of life
that genius, that noblest gift of
God to man, is nourished by pover
ty. Its greatest works have been
achieved by the sorrowing ones of
the world in tears and despair.—
Not in the brilliant saloon, furnished
with every comfort and elegance—
not in the library well fitted, softly
carpeted, and looking out upon a
smooth green lawn or a broad ex
panse of scenery—not in ease and
competence, is genius born and
nurtured; but more frequently in
adversity and destitution, amid the
barrassing cares of a straightened
household, in bare and fireless gar
rets, with the noise of squalid chil
dren, in the midst of the turbulence
of domestic contentions, and in the
deep gloom of uncheered despair,
is genius born and reared. This is
its birth-place, and in scenes like
these, . unpropitious, repulsive,
wretched men have labored, studied,
and trained themselves until they
have at last emanated out of the
gloom of that obscurity tne shining
lights of their times—become the
companions of kings, the guides
and teachers of their kind, and ex
ercised an influence upon the world
amounting to a species of intellect
ual legislation.
What is an Editor.— Some one
answers this question thus: “Why,
he is the man who reads the news
papers, writes articles on any sub
ject, talks to all who call, is blamed
for a hundred things that are no
body’s busines but his own, helps
people to get into office (who for
get all about it afterward), and fre
quently gets cheated out of half his
earnings. He works and does more
to build up a town than any other
body, and the miser and the fogy
are benefitted thereby; yet they
will say that the eiitor’s paper is
one of no account, will not adver
tise or take the paper, but will bor
row it. Who wouldn’t be an edi
tor?”
Who smoked the first pipe ?
Promhetheus, when he stole the
fire from heaven to light his clay.
YOL. V-NO. 3
A Vermont girl wants to knovf
if the woman’s rights movement iir
eludes the right to do the courting.
If it does, she is in for it, as the
men in her vicinity are very bash
ful. I here is something practical iu
that.
—lt being announced that an in
genious Yankee had invented a
machine to make a man rise early,
an old bachelor declared that they
bad a baby in his boarding house
that he’d bet his mouey on against
any such machine ever made.
—“ What would you like to bo
when you become a man ?” said a
fond mother to her young hopeful.
“ Would you like to boa merchant
or a doctor, or lawyer, or preach*
or?” “ I think, mamma,” said the
urchin, “I’d rather be a candy
shop.”
“Why do you not admire my
daughters ?” said a proud mother
to a,gentleman. “Because,” replied
he. “I am ffo judge of paintings.”
“But, surely,” replied the lady, not
in the least disconcerted by this
rude reflection, “you never saw an
angel that was not painted ?”
—“ I say Bill,” said a worthy
fellow, “do you know that Jones
said you were not fit to clean his
shoes?” “Did he?” was the reply;
“I hope you defended “Yes,
that I did.” “Well, how did you
doit?” “Os course, I said you
were.”
—A link boy asked Dr. Burgess,
the preacher, if he would have a
light. “No, child,” says the doc
tor, “ I am one of the lights of the
world. “ I wish then,” replied the
boy, “you were hangup at the end
of our alley, for it’s a very dark
one.”
“They sat upon the door mat,
while brightly shone the moon, lis
tening to the music that came from
a distant beer saloon. Ilis manly
arms did round her twine, their
lips in kisses met, he whispered,
“Love, wilt thou be mine ?’ And
she said, “ I will, you bot.” •
Spend your time in nothing
which you know must be repeated
of. Spend it in nothing which you
could not review with a quiet con
science on your dying bed. Spend
it in nothing which you may not
safely and properly be found doing
if death would surprise you in the
act.
—The operation of hog killing is
so rapidly performed in Ohio, that
if you study the faces of the hogs
after they are hung up to cool, you
will find an expression of the most
intense bewilderment upon them as
though the animals were puzzling
themselves to make out what had
been going on and where they
were.
lt is certainly a curious chem
ical fact that the substances required
to form common table salt are both
of them poisonous—chlorine and
sodium. No one can use either of
these articles separately with safety,
and yet combine them, and they
form a substance necessary to health,
and one found upon every table.
Mother Hopkins told me that
she heard Green’s wife say that
John Harris’s wife told her that
Granny Hopkins heard the Widow
Basham'say that Captain Weed's
wife thought Colonel Hopkins’ wife
believed that old Miss Lamb reck
oned that she heard John Fink’s wife
say that her mother told her old
Miss Jenks heard Granny Cook say
that it was a matter of-fact.
At a wedding in the aristo
cratic Tinpot alley of Pittsburg,
when the Justice told them to join
hands,the woman was indignant and
she “guessed she knew what to
do, as she had teen married a dozen
times before.” The groom tried to
get out of it by fainting, but the
bride made him stick to his bargain.
The question is where is the previ
ous twelve. O woman, what a rid
dle you is!
—We heard of a boy the other
day, who accidentally swallowed a
silver half dollar. They gave him
warm water and tartaremetie and
antimonial wine, and poked their
fingers down his throat until the
boy thought he would throw up his
toe nails. After awhile along came
a doctor, who understood these
cases. He gave the boy a small
dose of patent medicine, and in less
than ten minutes he threw up the
half dollar in five cent pieces ! Sci
ence is a big thing.
Plants thrive better in double
flowerpots than in single ones; that
is if the pot containing the plant is
placed inside a larger one with
earth between the two. The outer
pot prevents the sun from striking
with too great force on the inner
one, and thus keeps the plant moist,
and secures for its roots a more
even temperature. Flower-pots con
taining plants may be kept iu box
es, the interstices between the pots
being filled with sawdust. This
arrangement is valuable in the heat
of summer, for the box shades the
pots from the rays of the sun and
the sawdust retains moisture around
the plant.
The Passions. —The passions are
at once the tempters and chastisers.
As tempters, they come with git
lands of flowers on brows of youth)
as chastisers they* appear with
wreaths of shades on the forehead
of deformity. They are angels of
light in their delusion ; are
fiends of torment in their inflic
tions.