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The Advertiser Published every Thursday by 13. B. FREEMAN. Terms: S1-50 per annum, in advance. OLD SERIES—YOL. YII-NO. 25. CEDARTOWN, GA„ JULY 22, 1880. NEW SERIES—YOL. II-NO. 32. * ■FOMUR, Main St Cedartown Ga., IF IOU WANT THEM PURE AND FRESH. C. G. JANES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, CEDARTOWN, GA. vr office In the Court House. febU-'.y JOSEPH A. BLANCE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. CEDARTOWN, GA DBS. LIDDELL & SON, PHTSICMNS AND SURGEONS ernci east inn or maim »t. CEDARTOWN, GA )sn«47 W. G. ENGLAND, Physician and SurReon. CEDARTOWN, GA OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where he may he (omul ready to attend calls either day or night. Jants-iy DR. C. H. HARRIS, Physician and Surgeon, Oedartown. Ga. B. FISHER, Watchmaker & Jeweler. CEDARTOWN, GA Haring just opened out a shop at tbe store or A. D. Hogg k Co., respectably requests the public to call on blm when needing work In his fine. rebB-tc W. F. TURNER, Attorney at Law. CEDARTOWN, GA will practice In the Superior Courts of Polk, Paulding, Haral on. Floyd and Carroll counties. Special attention given ic collections and real •state business. marll-ly DR. L. S. LEDBETTER, DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - - -• GEORGIA. nHl^nne*?.' m l 6J > 8t , £ r “ e ! 1 £???* £ m ' tebl»-ly F. M. SMITH, Attorney at Law and REAL ESTATE AGENT, CEDARTOWN, GA Particular attention given to the selling or renting of city property. Buying and selling wild lands a specialty. Parties owning wild lands In Georgia would do well to correspond with me, as I nave app lections for thousands of acres whose owners are unknown. No tax fl. ftu or other bogus title need apply. Look up your beeswax and write me. Terms: Ten per cent, e mmlstslon on sales. For locating and ascertaining probable value, $j per lot. For searching records fen- owners, so cents per lot. For ascertaining if land Is claimed or occupied by squatter. SI per lor* Alwavs In advance. To insure afent.on enclo e a 3-cent stamp. Parties owning wild lands should look to their interests, as many of these wild ands are being stolen by squatters und^r a bogus title. All communica tions promptly answered. Satisfaction guar anteed to all honest men. janss-ly LIVERY FEED, —and— SALE STABLE! Wright & Johnson Prop’rs. CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA. JAMES H. PRICE, CEDARTOWN, GA Keeps on hand and manufactures to order MATTRESSES! My work recommends itself wherever used, and Is guaranteed to render the most petect satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work slighted. I ask a trial. JAMBS. H. PRICK. tebia-iy. CALHOUN Livery and Sale Stable. FOSTER & HARLAN, Props. C4LHOM, GEORGIA. Having lately purchased the above stable and supplied It with good Horses and a splendid line of new Vehicles, we are prepared to meet the wants or the traveling public in our line. Parties wishing vehicles sent to any of the trains on the Selma, Rome and Dalton Railroad or to any other point, may telegraph us, and have their wants promptly and properly at* tended to. FOSTER k HARLAN. Calhoun, Ga. Jant-tf ISAAC T, CEDARTOWN, GA., —DEALER IN- STOVES TINWARE, Hardware and Hollow-Ware, OF ALL KINDS. House-Furnishing Goods A SPECIALTY. Every variety of Job work in my line neatly done. 1 respect ul«y solicit the patronage of tne public, and would be pleased to have all my fr ends and customers call and see me when in town. L T. MEE jauS-ly CEDARTOWN SCHOOL, J. C. HARRIS^ Principal. The Spring Term commences the first Mon- dav in January and win continue s* months. Falierm pens 3rd Monday In August and continues 4# months. Rstes of tuition as cus tomary. The school-room Is convenient and eomfort- ab e; training thorough and discipline firm. The Principal offers his thanks for past favors, and confidently aslc for a liberal share of patron age in the future. „ Reference as to discipline, etc., Is made to the Connor patrons of this school* novgr-sm "BEAR YE ONE ANOTHER'S BOBBINS I” Be Neetet Pntectin of On Lnd Ois if lit Cut The People's Mutual Relief Association l» issuing certificates of membership in amounts from yi,000 to $5,004 o* strictly healthy persons, male and female. The plans are SAFE, CHEAP AND PERMANENT. Applications for membership will be received by JNO. W. RADLEY, Cedartown, Ga. Partial list of members in and around Cedartown: F. M. Hlght, A. A. Read, John W. Bracken, P. J. Bracken, Wm. R. Crate, Geo. H. Leake, J. W. Barr. Dr. C. H. Harris, J. B. Crabb. W. H. H. Harris, D. R. Monroe, Dr. W. G. England, Jno. W. Radley, J. W. Kilgore, Daniel Walker, D. B. Freeman, Mrs. Nancy Powell, Alex. Dougherty, Mrs. Francis Dougherty, Dr. E. H. Richardson, Captain N. S. Eaves. xplS-Sm A. J. YOUNG, DEALER LN Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine, Gins and Brandies. Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ga. SOLE AGENT FOR COX, HILL ft THOMPSON’S STOKE MOUNT AIK WHISKIES In Cedartown. I keep such Liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medical purposes with perfect safety. IW Give me a call. Good treatment guaranteed. mr!8-ly NEW HOUSE! NEW MERCHANTS! New Goods and New Prices. A. D. HOGG & CO., MAIN Street, ...... CEDARTOWN, Georgia, Have just opened a select stock of General Merchandise In their new store, and want all their friends and the public generally to call and let them show their goods and prices. Their stock was bonght before the recent rise in prices, and they feel confident of having goods at bottom figures. They have beautiful Dress Goods, Calicoes, Cornets, new styles; Bleach- lngs, Flannels, Cassimeres, Kerseys, Kentucky ,Jeaus, Hosiery, Gloves, Hardware, Notions, etc., etc. Extra nice Gentlemen’s Underwear Vratr Low. Remember the place—last Brick btore on South MAIN Street, west side. nov6-ly H. C. CROWLEY, DEALER IB STOVES AND TIN-WAnE, EAST SIDE OF MAIN STREET, Opposite Philpot & Dodds, - - - CEDARTOWN, Ga. Keeps constantly in stock the LATEST and BEST brands of STOAES. an.i can now supply customers with the unequalled Times, Soother j Baker and Iron City. Keebs at all times a iml line of Tinware, and does all kinds of tinuer'.- work—Roofing, guttering. Ac. Sp’enflid assortment of Crookery and Glassware will be kept constantlv in ’took. ml,25 ly ED. E. BRANNON, Sealer in Staple and Fancy Groceries. Chickens, Eggs and Butter a Specialty. I HAVE ALSO A FIRST-CLASH BAR in connection with the Store, which la stocked with the fineit Liquor* in town. janS-tf CHEAP GOODS! J. S. STUBBS & CO., Have just moved into their elegant new Store Rooms on East Side of HAIK Street! Where they are now opening an extensive stonk of GENERAL MERCHANDISE. Their goodi were selected with great care and with an eye to the needs of their customers, and were bought for Cash. They will he sold at the lowest figures. Go and examine their stock and prices before making your purchases. aug7-tf J. P. DUFFEY, MANUFACTURER AND DIALER IN BUGGY ABB WAGON HARNESS, SADDLES, BBELES, &d CDougherty’e^Old Stand,) CEDARTOWN, Georgia. All Work Guaranteed to give satisfaction. All he asks is a trial. jan8-Iy 801108 OF THE SOUL. Oh! the wonderful songs I'gt never ere sung With words of an outward token; But go singing tbsmseivss for sje in ths soul In s language that never is spoken. Songs that an swastsr than poets e'er penned: All their power and bseutv excelling; With a melody purar and tenderer far Than the notes that their numbers am swell ing. Songs every true love sings to his love, Bara of his deep-hidden feeling; Booh as sing themselves low in the pore maiden's breast. For fasr of an outward revealing. Bongs that the mother-heart sings to the babe In peace on her bosom radioing; That give spir t voice to her hopes and her fears. Tender beyond all defining. Wild, thrilling songs, that awake every chord When ths soul is exultant with gladness; That sigh through its chambers like voioes of night When they utter its harden end sadness; That breathe tbzongh the spirit with soft whis pering notes, like winds over Jane roses sighing. When passion is stilled and peace reigns within. And ths heart hashed and tranqual is lying, Such songs are sung through all the wide world. And never once known arc ths singers , Bat their musie is echoed from heart into heart, And its sweetness and power ever lingers ; And bnt for the singing of sash voiceless songs. In soak flllsd with hoping end longing, Ob I dreary indeed would be the dark road Earth’s children era hurriedly thronging. Fo many the poets whose number era formed In the unwritten language of spirit. While few ere ths ones who in words ths lips frame Tbs power to express them inherit; And rare is ths voios that i. perfectly tuned When words are ths ontward token, Bat never s soul bat can sweet music make In the language that never is spoken. At The Last Moment. It was a fine old room, and fitted up with all the luxury wealth could command- Its two occupants, a lovely girl and an eledrly man, noble in form, but dark and sinister in face,'stood together under the full blaze of the great antique lamp, swing ing above their heads. They were discussing a long-disputed question, Mr. Oriell, flaming with passion at tbe girl’s last words, burst out vehemently: You are not bound to marry at my com mand, forsooth! Nevertheless, my indepen dent miss, you are mine by a heavy in debtedness. But tell me what you are, and who! You are called Veronica Vache; but what do you know of yourself beyond that? Answer me, if you can I Have I not been the making of-you? Did I not take you from the kennel. And transform you mto wnai you are? You A-,—^ whose money rendered you so ? Mine, un grateful girl! You are beautiful in your silks, jewels and laces—whose money makes you that ? Mine, and mine only 1 1 did all this? Because the son I idolize set his boy ish heart upon your baby loveliness, and in riper years crowned you with houor by choosing you for his wife. Think you, then, I can be wheedled out of the reward I claim? If so, think it no longer. If you have not already learned the truth, learn it now. My son’s will is my law. - Do you understand that I mean you shall with or without your consent, become his wife ? If not, understand it now, and drive from your ■illy head that beggarly secretary I drove from my doors. I shall choose your hus band, and not you, who would to-day be a beggar but for my generous protection. Herbert loves you—therefore Herbert’s you shall be I To-morrow he comes to claim his bride; be ready for your bridal I” There was a sinister threat in the old man’s eyes, as he concluded, that sent an involuntary shiver through the girl’s slender frame. But a determination equal to his own marked both words and tone as she replied, respectfully; “It is true that I am indebted to you for all I possess of worldly good, and lam, God knows, truly and deeply thunkful My daily life stands witness to the sincerity of my words. You bade me call you father; and I have striven to give you all a daugh ter’s duty; but, as I have already de clared, I will never become Herbert Or- rell’s wife I Dote on him as you will your handsome, gifted son is naught but a polished villain I I would rather die than link my fate with his. Cast me off—let me go out into the world, and battle with the poverty from which you have rescued me, or ” “Enough ” thundered the old man; “I have made you mine, and mine you shall remain, and my will do 1 My son shall have the bride of bis choice! Now go 1 ” And striding to the door, he flung it wide open, adding, in deep, threatening tones, as Veronica passed into the hall: “Go! and remember that for tie insub ordinate there are means. Our tew home here was chosen for its wildness and lone'.i, ness. Remember that—and likewise, that my son and I are masters here I .Now go ” A swift change passed over the girl’s calm face as the door closed upon her, and it was with fleet foot and parting breath that she sped up the stairs and to her cham ber. What can he mean? W)at will he dot” she gasped, shudderingly, as she dropped into a chair before the blazing fire. ‘He is deep and unscrupulous, I know. Heaven protect and help me i * Her head sunkdespondinglvoi her hand and the silent minutes dropped fato hours before she stirred. At last she arose. “I will do it,” she whispered! “and this very night, or it will be too late. They all sleep by this time, and I have ill minutes to waste,” she hastily added, as the little msntle clock softly' tolled twelve. “If I would escape, I must do so to-rtght. ” Her few prepaartions were lustily made, and she crept stealthily from thj room. Sbepauied a moment to list®, but pro found silence reigned over the house, and ber muffled boots gave no sound as she cau tiousSy groped her way down stain. At the bottom she stumbled over the mat, catching her breath sharply in her ef fort to preserve herself from a fall. The noise was trifling, but, shivering with alarm, she paused a minute to listen. The silence continued unbroken, and she again groped her way through the dense darkness. Once she paused again, confined! that she heard a cat-like tread in the darkness behind her. Then she went 9tealthily on, assured that it was only the product of her own excited imagination. She directed her steps to the back door, remembering that that fastened with a bolt, and consequently offered the possibility of a more quiet egress. Her mbling hand had just started the bolt, when there was a sudden quick rush in the darkness, and before she could move a fierce hand fell upon her outstretched arm. . “So!” hissed Mr. OrreU’s voice. And the next instant, speechless with terror, she was caught iu his strong arms, and borne back to her chamber. White as death she stood before him, as he released her. His deep set eyes flashed angrily upon her beneath his gray eyebrows. But he said nothing—only took her by the shoul der and hurried her rudely to the window. Throwing tack the heavy silken hang ings he opened the casement, and pointed below. It was a brilliant moonlight night; and there, pacing the lawn with sentinel alert ness, was one of the men-servants. Mr. Orrell closed the window in the same expressive silence. Then he turned to her. “Four men have been detailed for that duty to-night,” he said, significantly. “All the doors will be left unlocked; try it again if you like.” And with the words, he strode from the room. How the night passed, Veronica never knew. But it did pass. The marriage was to take place at eleven o'clock the next day. Herbert could not reach there till ten, and between ten and eleven there wonld be am ple time for his preparation. A little before eleven Veronica was in her spotless bridal robes in the great drawing room. Mr. Orrell eyed her critically. “You look well—very well,” he said; ‘quite worthy your handsome bridegroom. But why he should be such a laggard, is a mystery,” he concluded, a little uneasily. And his pitiless eye left Veronica’s beau tiful but dead-like face, and turned toward a distant window. Almost at the same moment there was a faint sound of distant wheels. “x-j. st a mad pace.” Nearer and nearer the wheels came, until they stopped at the grand entrance. There was a sound of hurrying feet and subdued voices; and leavingthe white-faced bride, the impatient father hurried to the hall. There he met a ghastly spectacle. The dead body of his son, borne by the worthy clergyman (who had accompanied him) and several of the awed servants. A terrible accident!” faltered the clergyman, in answer to the anguished gaze of the bereaved father. And without a word or gesture, the father fell prone !>efore them. * When they raised him he was dead. A year later, Veronica became the happy wife of the beggarly secretary. Sharp Eyes. A man has a sharper eye than a dog, or a fox, or than any of the wild creatures, but not so sharp an ear or nose. But in the birds be finds his match. How quickly the old turkey discovers the hawk, a mere speck against the sky, and how quickly the hawk discovers you if you happen to be se creted in the bushes, or behind the fence near which he alights. 1 find, I see almost without effort, nearly every bird within sight in the field or wood I pass through (a flit of the wmg, a flirt of the taii are enough, though the flickering leaves do all conspire to hide them), and that with like ease the birds see me, though unques- tionaliy the chances are immensely in their favor. The eye sees what it has the means of seeing, truly. You must have the bird in your heart before you can find it in the bush. The eye must have purpose and aim. No one ever yet found the walking fern who did not have the walking fern in his mind. Nevertheless, the habit of ob servation is the habit of clear and decisive gazing; not by a first casual glance, but by a steady, deliberate aim of the eye are tbe rare and characteristic things discover ed. You must look intently and hold your eye firmly to the spot, to see more than do the rank and file of mankind. ' The sharp shooter picks out his man and knows him with fatal certainty from a stump, or a rock, or a cap on a pole. The phrenolog ists do well to locate not only form, color, weight, etc., in the region of the eye, but a faculty which they call individuality— that which separates, discriminates, and sees in every object its essential character. This is just as necessary to the naturalist as to the artist or the poet. The sharp eye notes specific points and differences—ic seizes upon and preserves the individuality of the thing. Persons frequently describe to me some bird they have seen or heard and ask me to name it, but in most cases the bird might be any one of a dozen, or else it is totally unlike any bird found in this continent. They hare either seen falsely or else vaguely. Not so the farm youth who wrote me one Winter day that he had seen a single pair of strange birds, which he discribes as follows; “They were about the size of the ‘chip pie,’ the tops of their heads were red, and the breast of the male was of the same color, while that of the female was much lighter; their rumps were also faintly tinged with red. If 1 have described them so that you would known them, please write me their names. ” There can be little doubt but the young ob server had seen a pair of red-polls,—a bird related to the goldfinch, and that occasion ally comes down to us in the Winter from the far north. Ano her time, the same youth wrote that he had seen a strange bird, the color of a sparrow, that alighted on fences and buildings as well as upon the ground, and that walked. This last fact showed the youth’s discriminating eye and settled the case. I knew it to be a species of lark, and from the time, size, color, etc,, the tit-lark. But how many persons would have observed that the bird walked instead of hopped. Leopold and Louise. A New Puzzle with Words. Students at the Boston Institute of Tech nology have designed a rival to the Gem puzzle, which is beginning to excite con siderable interest about town. Given two words of an equal number of letters, the problem is to change one to the other by altering one letter at a time ot the first so as to make a legitimate English word, con tinuing the alterations until the desired re sult is attained. The conditions are that only one letter shall be altered to form each ne N word, and that none but words whicn can be found in English dictionaries shall be used. Here are some examples of the changes. East to West—East, vast, vest, West. Boot to Shoe—Boot, soot, shot, Shoe. Dog to Cat—Dog, dig. fig, fit, fat, Cat. Milk to Hash—Milk, mile, male, mate, hate, hath, Hash. Road to rail—Road, rood, root, coot, coat, coal, coil, toil, tail, Rail. Soup to Fish—Soup, soul, soil, foil, fowl, fool, foot, coot, cost, cast, fast, fist, Fish. The game is becomiug quite popular in offices as well as in family circles and at firesides, and seems to furnish instruction with amusement. Poloonouz Water Colors. The singular statement appears in the Chemiker Zeitung that, in searching into tbe causes of the death of a young engineer, there were found in the corpse remarkable quantities of arsenic, attributed to the colors which the deceased had been in the habit of using,—for, on analysis, it was found that a specimen of sepia contained 2.08 per cent of arsenious acid, one of terra di sienna, 3.14 per cent, and one of red brown 3.15 per cent. The deceased engineer having been in the habit ot draw ing his brush, charged with colors, through his lips, it is thought not impossible that the arsenical colors were absorbed by de grees in the saliva Further investigation ef the*dark colors of French make showed the following quantities of arsenic; Colored sepia 1.10 per cent, natural sepia 0.98 der cent, burnt sienna 1.76 and 2.23, Van Dyke brown 0.81, brown ochre 0.52, sap green 0.82, bister 0.67. Voices oi Animals. Even in animals, there is marked char* acter of voices. I have observed that the bravest and largest wild animals always have deep voices, and that they are gener ally melodious, full of music, as it were, while the small fry, which would run from a common cur, have high, sharp voices. The bravest huntei s of the West have heavy tones as a rule, and 1 deduce from thi. that the highest order'of animals, those that were brave and danng, were also deep in voice, and that their intonations never jarred on the ear. Deep-toned men are generally braver than those possessing light voices. | Their Koyal Highnesses, Princess Louise and Prince Leopold, when recently in De troit en route for Chicago, a reporter says, the most noticeable feature about the party was the entire absence of elaborate dress ing or any indication of royalty. The Prin cess was dressed in black, with a white ruuuuig aouui luc neon. rier dress was rather short, and so far as the casual obser- ver could determine, hfr jewelry was con spicuous solely for ita abshe wore a dark hat with a red facing in front, and on her hands were what a woman in the Third street depot characterized as “nothing but cotton, as sure as you’re bom.” The Prin cess Louise is not beau iful, but apparently she is a woman with a happy disposition that shines out in what would be called by many a “real good face.” Good she cer tainly looks, and when she smiles she comes near to passing for handsome, which she undoubtedly is not. Of all the conspicuous ones in the party she seemed least affected by her position. Prince Leopold, who has a less intelligent face than his sister, is a fair-skinned young man, who looks younger than he is—twenty seven. He was dressed in a light suit, with the exception of liis smaii, round, black hat. His dark hair has a tendency to curl and is parted very near the middle. A light moustache and goatee serve to relieve an extremely fair face, which would be handsome but for a certain heaviness that robs it of any intellect ual look it might have. Generally he strikes one as belonging to that great rank of “extra harmless,” though he is credited with being studious. His walk is some thing terrible ; it reminds one of the old ‘Grecian bend” gait, but is, if anything, more mincing, and, therefore, more comical. The Prince appears like an extremely ami able young man, however, and this he probably is. A South African Diamond Mine. From whatever direction one comes from the surrounding plain, the most prominent sight is the lofty range of sand mounds, rising up from out the centre of the town and overtopping everything. These are composed of earth from the original thirteen surface acres of the Kimberly mine, and thrown up from around the edge of the gradually deepened pit, just as the ant on a smaller scale piles up a circular ridge around its hole. By diamond “mine” ir Africa is meant a pipe of several acres su perficial area and unknown depth, running straight down through stratified layers of shale. Each pipe, and there are only four, is filled in to the level of the general sur face of the plain with sand, tufa, and a diamond-bearing breccia or soft rock. The Kimberly pipe or mine has now been ex cavated to a depth of about two hundred and fifty feet. Most of the streets of the town converge to it. We walk to the edge of rocks which surrounds it, called the “reefs,” and before and beneath us extends abyss—a huge oval-shaped caldron- open full to the skies. Over its edge lies a sheer descent of two hundred and fifty feet; across it, from Bide to side, a stretch of a thousand feet, or a fifth of a mile. Coming even as one does from the life and stir of the town, the first look into the mine is a fascinating and bewildering one. Lit tle by little the facts unfold and steal upon the attention. One talks to his neighbor as to a deaf man, for a stead hum or roar fills the air, chiefly made up of human voices and the whir of buckets ascending and de scending on their wire ropes. Ten thous and men are working below and around us, in the pit and around its edge. All is in plain sight, for there is no burrowing under ground. Far below, little black''pigmy men—so they seem in the distance—are moving about, but not singly or at random, for closer observation shows that they are working in groups, each group upon a cer tain well-defined square patch of solid earth, at which it is picking and delving, or walking to and fro over it, carrying little buckets of loosened soil In theirniidst sits or stands a white overseer, or the mas ter himself. Spreading over the whole ex cavation or pit, caldron, pot or basin, whichever conveys the clearest idea, like a spider’s web on s dewy morning, run in numerable little white threads, so they seem as they glisten in the sun. Follow one such thread to our feet, and it will be found to be a shining wire rope, worn white with constant use. And here on the edge or brim, called, as we know, the “reef,” we find a scene of life and labor even more animated than below. All around, but chiefly on two opposite sides, is erected a strong framework of timber called the “staging,’’.estimated to have cost $250,000. It is built in three tiers, like a three-story house, and each tier is floored to afford standing room for laborers. Firm ly set all along each tier of this staging are hundreds of wooden wheels, about four feet in diameter, with crank on each side, to be turned by four Kaffirs. The iron ropes run from every part of the circumfer ence, but d iffer greatly in length,—some extending vertically down the reef, some far out into the centre of the mine, and others to varying intermediate distances, but each to its own claim. Such a rope is stretched from the bearings of each wheel on the staging to its corresponding claim below, where it is made fa9t to a post sunk firmly in the ground. Thus, a wheel, a wire rope and a “claim,” be it only a six teenth, are inseparable, and equal in num ber. On these wire ropes the “blue stuff” is hauled in buckets'by aid or the windlass, up out of the mine. Curioas Ghnch of Mecp* Walking. One bright moonlight night I was on deck, as was frequently my wont, chatting with the lieutenant of the middle watch. It was nearly calm, the ship making little way through the water, and the moon’s light nearly as bright as day. We were together leaning over the capstan, chatting away, when W—suddenly exclaimed: Look! H—, at that sentry,” and point ing to the quarter-deck marine who was pacing slowly backward and forward on the lee-side of the deck. “Well, ’ I replied, after watching him somewhat inattentively as he passed once or twice on his regular beat, “what of him?” “Why, don’t you see he is fast asleep Take a good look at him when he next passes.” I did so, and found *W—was right. The man, although pacing and turning regularly, at the usual distance, was fast asleep, with his eyes closed. When next the man passed, W—stepped quickly and noisely to his side, and pacing with him, gently disengaged the bunch of keys which was his special charge—being the keys of the spirit room, shell rooms, store rooms, etc.—from the fingers of his left hand, to which they were suspended by a small chain; he then removed the bayonet from his other hand, and laid it and the keys on the capstan head. After letting him take another turn or two, W— suddenly called: “Sentry!” ‘‘Sir?” replied the man, instantly stop ping and facing around as he came to the “attention.” “Why, you were fast asleep, sentry.” “No, sir. ’ “But Isay you were.” “No, sir; i assure you I was not.” “You were not, eh ? Well, where are the keys?” B The man instantly brought up his hand to show them, as he supposed, but to his great confusion his hand was empty. “Where is your bayonet?” continued W—. The poor fellow brought forward his other hand, but that was empty also. But the puzzled iook of astonishment he put on was more than we could stand; both burst out laughing, and when the keys and *'~* r ooinutd out to him, lving on Uie capstan, the PKjr fellow was perfectly A Trick at Cards. dumbiounded. W .nomerrv the joke, however, to punish the rnanj »aa he escaped with a warning not to fall asleep again. Sentries and lookouts must be very lia ble to fall asleep from the very nature of their monotonous pacing, and this may in some degree account for the facility with which sentries have at times been surprised and secured before they coaid give an a.arm. Iu this instance, the most curious fact, I think, was the regularity with which the man continues to pace his dis tances and turn at the right moment. I have known other instances of sentries and others walking in their sleep, though the end has not always Deen so pleasant to the victims. In one case, (the quarter-deck sentry, in the middle of the night, crashed down the wardroom hatchway with mus ket and fixed bayonet, with a rattling that started us all out of our cabins. The fel low fell on his back upon top of the mess table, but not much the worse for his ex ploit. On another occasion a messenger boy paid us a visit in the night; he fell upon a chair, which he smashed to pieces, but the sleeper escaped unhurt. These can hardly be considered true cases of somnambulism, but show how men may continue their occupations when over come by sleep. Nothing but seeing this bayonet and the keys lying on the capstan could have ever convinced the marine that he had been sleeping; no - mere assertion to that effect would ever had convinced him. Sims Reeves, the Tenor. The famous English tenor, Sims Reeves, contemplates retiring from his profession. As he must be nearly sixty years old, and is very rich, the wisdom of such a course seems undeniable, though he is still with out a rival in oratorio singing. About fifteen years ago his voice deteriorated consideraoiy, but soon regained its power. It is an open secret amongst the profession that he is obliged to have ail his songs transposed a couple of tones lower than he used to sing them. Sims'Reeves was, curiously enough, both idolized and hated by the English public. To account for this,it must be borne in mind that he never could be depended on to fulfil his engage ments. This gave a start to all sorts of stories about his beiug a confirmed drunk, ard. Bat they were utterly untrue, as the fact that he has retained his voice to his present age conclusively proves. The truth is that his throat was always most delicate; a simple journey by rail was often sufficient to make him “as hoarse as a crow.” In the height of summer he did not dare to walk across Hyde Park without as many wraps around his neck as an ordinary man would wear with the thermometer be low zero. Reeves was a native of Wool wich, and as a boy attracted the attention of the officers of the garrison by his musical talent. He began his career as a baritone, and the real register of hip voice was not discovered for some time. Even in those early days his throat was most susceptible to cold and fatigue, and after any severe exertion he was liable to spit blood. Much of his subsequent success was due to the care taken of him by his wife, who sacri ficed her own musical career for the sake of looking after that of her husband. She took as much care of him as a trainer does of the favorite of the Derby, and during years and years waited for him behind the scenes with beef tea, gargles and other restoratives. The report about Reeves’ habits of intoxication arose from his fond ness for beef tea. He was accustomed to carry about with him a pocket flask of that nutritious but insipid beverage,and persons seeing him constantly interviewing the little bottle, jumped at the conclusion that it contained brandy. ‘ ‘Now, my dear, ” said Mr. Spoopendyke, as he sat down opposite his wife and began to shuffle a pack of cards, “now I’m going to amuse you with a few tricks. I think a man ought to entertain his wife in the evening and be some society to her, and as I know a few simple tricks with cards I’ll amuse yon.” “I am so glad you are not like some other men,” said Mrs. Spoopendyke, giv ing her chair a hitch; “you don’t go out to clubs or sit around in barrooms all the evening. I always liked card tricks and I'm sure you can do them if anybody can.” Mr. Spoopendyke Bmiled and held the pack open like a fan for his wife to se lect. “Let me see,” said she, patting her fin gers to her lips. “I am to pick out one, am I ?” “Yes,” he responded eagerly, with the ace of spades sticking three quarters of the way out toward her. “Pick out the easiest one to grab at and I’ll show yon a pretty trick.” Mrs. Stioopendyke ignored the tempting ace and selected one from the extreme end of the fan. “Mast I look st it,” she asked ?” “Certainly,” responded Mr. Spoopen dyke. “Look at it and remember whit it She looked at it and studied it care fully. “Now,” continued Mr. Spoopendyke, “stick it back in the pack anywhere,” ana lie divided it and held it toward her. “You mustn’t know what it is, must you?” she asked. “Of course not. You are are to put it in the pack, and by and by I will tell you what it is.” Mrs. Spoopendyke jabbed it half way into the centre of one of the two aections, as Mr. Spoopendyke held them. “Strange you can’t put it between ’em as you ought to,” he growled. “A man would have fixed it an hour ago.” “It won’t go in,” pleaded Mrs. Spoopen dyke, as she punched away at it. “I know what’s the matter, why your little finger is right in the way. “There, ” she continued, as she seized the pack and drove the card home, “now it’s in. Now yo8 can go or with vour trick. ” Of course Mr. Spoonpendyke had lost all chance of finding out what the card was. “Now just draw another,” he said, sav agely. “and put it where I tell you to. I’m doing this trick, not you. All you’ve got to do is to draw and then let things alone.” “Oh!” said Mrs; Spoopendyke, some what disconcerted, “I didn’t understand it. Now give me one.” She took it and slipped it into the pack, just where Mr. Spoopendyke wanted her to. Mr. Spoopendyke put the two sections together so that the selected card came on the bottom, and seeing that it was the seven of hearts, shuffled the cards briskly and then handed them to his wife. “In order to show you that it is ail fair,” said he in a cheerful tone, “Yon may shulSe them yourself, Mrs. Spoopen dyke, shuffle as much as you like.” “She slammed them around and spilled them for two or three minutes. ‘‘You might leave something to designate them by,” said Mr. Spoopendyke, eyeing the performance askance. ‘’Never mind the edges or corners, but leave a chip or two of the middle so I will know that they are cards wher you get through.” Mrs. Spoopendyke handed them over */m jnerry over without further parley. Mr. Spoopendyke ran tno —Hz raw uo-ajiy. and selecting the seven of hearts, placed it on vne z, “r the pack. “Now, I will deal you some cards which you must watch,” said he, and he dealt half a dozen, noting that the seven of hearts was on the bottom. “Now, my dear,” if your card is in that pack pick it out and hand me the rest.” She handed them back to him and run ning off all but the last three, he laid them in a pile in the middle of the table. “Now take up one, but don’t look at it,” said Mr. Spoopendyke, with smile. She took it up and laid it one aide. “Now another,” said he grinning. She repeated the operation. “Now, Mrs. Spoopendyke, I’ll trouble you to pick up that last card and turn it facs up.” . Mrs. Spoopendyke did so. It was the jack of clubs, Mr. Spoopendyke gazed at her and the card, while she sat waiting for the trick to go on. “Was that your card ?” he demanded. “I don’t think so,” she answered, vaguely. "Don’t think so!” he thundered; “don’t you know ?” “Yes. It wasn't my card, was it?” she answered, trembling a little. “Yes. Was it?” he snarled. “Do you know what card you picked out, or don't you ?” “Why I took up those and then that one you told me to in the pack was the one I I said you made—” “Mrs. Spoopendyke, what card did you select ?” he asked, with awful sternness. “Why, it was the other one, the ace of queens—” “You picked out the ace of queens!” with fearful sarcasm. “I’d like to know where you found it You must have reached your arm in up to the shoulder to have got hold of it. I’ll show you the card you picked out, Mrs. Spoopendyke; it was the seven of hearts;” and he scurried through the pack three or four times, but didn’t find it. Finally, he looked over the table and caught her attentively examining something in her lap. “What have you got there, eh?” be asked, suspiciously. “Nothing, dear, but my card. You know you told me to pick it out you the balance—” Mr. Spoopendyke went straight to bed, with the remark that next season his wife would go to some well selected night school. Would you keep your rosy complexion, wear thick soled shoes. Would yon enjoy quiet content, do away with airs and pretences. Would yon have others respect your opinions, hold and never disown them your self. Would you have good health, go out in the sunshine.. Sickness is worse than freckles. Would you respect yooraelf, keep your heart and body clean. Would you retain the love of a friend, do not be selfishly exacting. Would you gain the confidence of buai- uess men, do not try to support tbe atyleof your employer. Would yon never be told a lie, do not ask personal questions. Would you sleep well and have a good appetite attend to yonr bnsineea. Would you have tbe respect of men, never permit youipelf to indulge in vulgar conversation.