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TISER.
The Cedartown
Published every Thursday by D. 23. FEEEMAN.
Terms: Si.50 per annum, in advance.
-OLD SERIES-YOL. YII-XO. 32.
CEDARTOWN, GA., SEPTEMBER 9, 1880.
NEW SERIES—YOL. II-NO. 39.
BMDFORD&WILKER,
Main St. Cedartown Ga.,
IF YOU WANT THEM PURE AND FRESH.
The Mi Protects of Our Loyefl Ones at Net Cost.
c. G. JANES,
ATTORNEY AT ’LAW,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
tw~ offlce in the Court nouse. rebis-iy
JOSEPH A. BLANCE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW*
CEDARTOWN, GA
DRS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS
OFFICE EAST BIDE OF ■ill ST.
CEDARTOWN, GA
janS-ly
W. G. ENGLAND,
Physician and Surgeon-
CEDARTOWN, GA
OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where he may be
found ready to attend calls either day or night.
Janl6-iy
The People's Mutual Relief Association
j**niug- certificates of membership in amounts from $1,000 to $5,000 op
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. Right, A. A.
Read, John W. Bracken, P. J. Bracken. Wm. R. Craig, Geo. H. Leake J.
■ ^t rT A C ' H ‘ Hft "is, J. B. Crabb, W. R. H. Harris, D. K. Monroe,
Dr. n . G. England, Jno. W. Radley, J. W. Kilgore, Daniel Walker, D. B.
Freeman, Mrs. Nancy Powell, Alex. Dougherty, Mrs. Francis Dougherty.
Dr. E7 H. Richardson, Captain N. S. Eaves. aplS-Om
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER IN
Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine, Gins
and Brandies.
Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ga.
SOLE AGENT FOR COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S
STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES
In Cedartown.
I keep such Liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medical
DR. C. H. HARRIS,
Physician and Surgeon.
Ce&Atown. Ga.
B. FISHER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler*
CEDARTOWN, GA
Having Just opened out a shop at the st<
a. D. Hogg A C’o.. respectfully requests tho
f >ubilc to call ou him when needing work In his
Lne. let" *
W. F. TURNER,
Attorney at Law.
CEDARTOWN, GA
wm practice In the Superior Courts of Polk,
Pau ding, Haral on, Floyd and Carroll counties,
special attention given to collections and real
estate business. marii-ly
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
DENTIST.
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA
All Dental work performed in the most skill-
F. M. SMITH.
Attorney at Law and
REAL ESTATE AGENT.
CEDARTOWN, GA
Particular ttentlon given to the sellln
renting of city prop Tty. Buying and selling
wild lands a specially. Parties owning wild
lunds In Georgia would do well to correspond
with me. as I have app lc.itions for thousands
of acres whose owner.-, are unknown. No tax O.
fa. or other bogus title need apply. Look up
your beeswax and write me. Terms: Ten per
cent, c mmlfSlou on .sales. For locating and
ascertaining probable value, $1 per lot. For
searching records lor owners, mi cents per lot.
For ascertaining If land Is claimed or occupied
by squatter. $l per lor. Aiwa .'8 In advance. To
insure at'ent on enclo o a 3-cent stamp. Parties
own ng wild land - should look to their interests,
as many of these wud ands are being stolen by
squatters und r a bogus title. All communica
tions promptly answered. Satisfaction guar
anteed to all honest men. Jan29-ly
LIVERY FEED
AND
SALE STABLE!
Wright & Johnson Prop’rs.
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
Being supplied with new Horses, New Vehi
cles. & •., we are prepared to meet the wants of
the public In our line. Jan8-iy
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 peifect
satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work
slighted. I ask a triaL JAMES. H. PRICE.
iebl9-ly.
CALHOUN
Livery and Sale Stable.
FOSTER & HARLAN, Props ,
CALHOUN, 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 ana properly at
tended to.
FOSTER A HARLAN, Calhoun. Ga.
Jan8-tf
ISA AO T. MBB,
CEDARTOWN, GA.,
—DEALER IN—
STOVES TINWARE,
Hardware and Hollow-Ware,
OF ALL KINDS.
House-Furnishing Goods
A SPECIALTY.
Every variety of job wort in mv line neatly
rtone. I respectiuly solicit tbe patronage o'
tne public, and would be pleased to have nil IT .
friends and customers call and see me when
town. l. J. MEE
JanS-ly
purposes with perfect safety,
guaranteed.
S3T Give me a call.
Good treatment
mrl8-ly
NEW HOUSE! NEW MERCHANTS !
New Goods and New Prices.
MAIN
A. D. HOGG & CO.,
Street, CEDARTOWN, Georgia,
nave 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 bought before the recent
rise in prices, and they feel confident of having goods at bottom figures.
They have beautiful Dress Goods, Calicoes, Corsets, new styles; Bleach-
ings, Flannels, Cassimeres, Kerseys, Kentucky,Jeans, Hosiery, Gloves,
Hardware, Notions, etc., etc. Extra nice Gentlemen’s Underwear Vebt
Low. Remember the place—last Brick btore on South MAIN Street, west
8 ^ de ' novG ly
BAKER & HALL,
DEALERS IN
GENERAL HARDWARE,
SUCH AS
Ready-Made Plows, Plow Stocks, Nails, Iron and
Steel, Spades, Shovels, Hoes, Rakes,
Manure Forks* Etc.
BUGGY WHEELS, SHAFTS, POLES AND CIRCLES,
WHEELBARROWS,
SAWS, FILES, LOCKS, BINGES, CHAINS, ETC.
We have just opened a Hardware House in Cedartown, and
ask a trial in Goods and Prices. We are
Strictly in the Hardware Business,
and will be prepared to furnish goods in our line as cheap as
they can be bought in any market. Give us a trial before
going elsewhere.
THS OLE FAIR STORY.
A mother kissed her b*by,
Booking it to rest.
And gently clasped within her arms,
It nestled in her breast.
The old fair story,
Set round in glory,
Wherever life is found ;
For oh! it’s love, it’s love, they say.
That makes the world go round.
A fair faced boy and maiden
Passed through the yellow wheat - r
And their ha ids were olasped together,
And the flowers grew at their feet.
The old fair story.
Set round in glory,
Wherever life is found ;
For eh! it’s love, it s love, they say.
That makes the world go round. ^
An old man and a wrinkled w te,
Amid the fair spring weather ;
We’ve shared our sorrows and our joys,
God grant we die t igether.”
The old fair story,
Set ronnd in glory,
Wherever lifers found ;
For oh! it’s love, it’s love, they say,
That makes the world go ronnd.
A Noble Girl.
Nc. my dears,” remarked Mrs. Beodel-
pool, seated in her dressing-room whith one
finger pressed critically to her lip, as she
inspected two Ijall dresses of bine and
mauve, “I really think you must have new
ines for such an occasios. A girl’s whole
fortune is often ruined through an unbe
coming toilet, or a faded or an ill-assorted
ribbon. This blue looks anything but fresh w
in the trimmings; and, Nora, my love, j carr iage they drove to •Sumner abbey.
to face the world as an old maid.
And the speaker wandered away, sing'
ing, leaving the trio to further discuss Sir
Archie and his whim.
Violet was the niece of Mrs. Bendelpool.
Left an orphan, with an income of £300,
her aunt had offered her a home—a very
happy one, where she did pretty much as
she liked. She was dark, small-featured,
and not particularly pretty, save in the
pleasant, mirthful expression of the counte
ance. The Misses Bendelpool were hand
some and never regarded Vi as a rival, for
though she liked male society, she ab
horred and speedily stopped flattery or
sentiment.
The evening of the Summer ball arrived.
The Bendelpool house was in commotion ;
the unfortunate lady’s-maid was summoned
from dressing-roem to dressing-room, until
she was tired out of her life. As the last
touches were being given, Mrs. Bendelpool
entered^ smiling, holding two pasteboard
boxes in her hand.
‘•Nora, Clare,” she said, “papa had
meant these for Christmas presents, but he
has forestalled them for this evening. ”
The boxes opened, the girls gave a cry
of delight—each contained a pearl necklace
with pendant and earrings to rrat^h
They were speedily placed, and certainly
“the Bendelpool girls” looked, to use a
young Oxonian’s words “no end of stun
ning.”
“Where is Vi?”
“Here, my dear Nora, quite ready to
admire you,” answered Violet, entering,
tastefnlly attired in an amber, gauzy, lacy
fabric.
“Clare, Sir Archie will feel like ”
“Don’t say a donkey between two bun
dles of hay, Vi.”
“No; like Macbeth, ‘How happy could
lbe with either;’” and descending to*the
ED. E. BRANNON,
Sealer in
Staple and Fancy Groceries.
Chickens, Eggs and Rotter a Specialty.
I HAVE ALSO
■A PIRST-OLASS 33 A R
In connection with the Store, which is stocked withi the finest. Liquors
ln t0wn ~ janS-tf
CEDARTOWN SCHOOL,
" C. HARRIS, Principal.
..Tfc'Sprins Term commences the first Mon-
a.,?1l na "T wln continue s* mmtns.
eonMniiM 01 P*™ ? rd Monday in August and
tommy. * montl)s - Kates of tultl <a at cus-
18 conrenl-nt and comfort-
TUe P^n ^J , ,°_ rou? ;‘ and dlsc P"° e ’rm.
MKlnwtS,?!! ? eTi hts thanks tor past favors,
StSS, ' or a “*> ral
Is road to tne
J. P. DUFF E.Y,
MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN
BUGGY AD WAGON HARNESS, SADDLES, 11B &G
(DoughertyYJOld Stand,)
CEDARTOWN, Georgia.
All Work Guaranteed to giro satisfaction. Al^he asks is a trial. Jant-ly
though the mauve was your choice, I never
did think the color became you. ”
Nora and Clare Bendelpool were by no
means loath to Sgree with their parent—
new ball-dresses being in perspective.
Only Clare, bending forward, her chin in
her hand, wistlully suggested:
•‘But what will papa say to the expense,
mamma ?”
“Leave that to me, dear. To use his
own words, ‘he’ll never spoil the ship for
a ha’porth of tar.* On such an occasion he
would not have you appear worse than
your neighbors. You, Nora, are 21; you,
Clare, are 20. It is high time you should
be established in life; and why should not
one of you be Lady Stockinham as any
body else ?”
‘•They say,” remarked Clare, thought
fully, “tnat Sir Archie is very handsome.”
4‘Very; and so manly. None of your
Insipid drawing-room dand’es,” said MrB.
Bendelpool, contemptuously, of that class
among which, for the last two years, she
had been angling to land “suitable estab
lishments’’ lor her daughters. “He has
traveled until they say he is as brown as a
bun.”
“Bronzed, I fancy they said, mamma?”
“Well, bronzed as a bur. He has been
all over Africa, shot gorillas in the Moun
tains of the Moon, hippopotami on the
Nile, and, dear man, been nearly twice
eaten alive by lions. Now he comes home
to find a wife.”
“The unheard-of dangers he has passed
through having given him snfllciem . cour
age to undertake so perilous an enterarise, ”
broke in a merry voice. “Pray, aunt, was
it the lion’s claws that suggested to him
matrimony ?’’
The speaker was a young lady, who had
entered unheard, and now stood, the skirts
of her riding-habit in one hand, while with
the other she fanned herself with her
Gainsborough hat.
“Vi, how incorrigible you are!” ex
claimed Mrs. Bendelpool, looking round.
“As to ever finding you a husband, I de
spair ; you frighten every suitor away by
your outspokenness. ”
“Because, aunt. I never have come
across one I cared to keep, ” laughed the
girl, dropping into a chair. “Pray take
no trouble about me; I am 24, ao have set
myself down already as an old maid.
Ufc a lassie has a laddie,
Ne'er a ane ha' I,’ ”
she began singing; then, concluding with
in “e< caettra, et acetera," she added:
‘But pray, aunt, tell me about this Amadis
de Gaul, or of gorillas and hippopotami.
I confess I am curious to learn of one whom
all Shallowtown is talking. Remember, I
am almost a stranger here myself. ”
“It is simply this, Vi: Sir Archibald
Stockinham, on inheriting the Hall at his
father’s demise, becoming his own master,
aroused by the explorations of Livingstone,
determined to do Africa. He has done
Africa, and is now returning to settle down
at Shallowtown. ”
“And find a wife,” broke in Vi, laugh
ing. “I wish him every success.”
“And Vi,” smiled Nora, “may probably
carry eff the baronet herself.”
“Who! I?” was tbe reply. “No, in
deed ; give me a real-born Englishman,
not a half-baked African. Nora or Clare
must win him, and I’ll dance at the
bridal. ”
“I would,” remarked Mrs. Bendelpool,
with a sigh, “the thing were probable;
but there’s a mystery about the baronet’s
f election of a wife.”
“A mystery! ” and the three young
faces were turned quickly towards the
speaker.
“No less,” proceeded the elder lady.
“You know he comes back with young
George Sumner, of the abbey, and that
it’s the Sumners who give this ball as a
welcome home to him.”
“Yes, yes—exactly. Go on.”
“Well, this morning, when Mrs, Sum
ner was telling me all about it, she read
me her son’s letter, and in it he writes, in
his lively way, you kDow, that the baronet
is coming to seek a wife, but that the
girl he selects must possess one peculiarity,
rarely to be found in fashionable young
ladies. If she fail in this, be she as lovely
as possible, or ”
“ 'Be she fairer than the day,
Or tbe flow’ry meads in May, ”'
chimed in Violet
“Just ao, he has vowed never to wed
her. ”
“But what is this peculiarity?’’ de
manded two voices.
“That he keeps a profound secret
Even George Sumner is not taken into his
confidence, further than he knows this
whim, or what you will, was formed while
in Africa.”
‘‘Bah! ” remarked Vi, rising and tossing
back her brown hair. “The poor man has
had a sunstroke, or his brain is addled by
the heat of the tropics, which hatches
ostriches’ eggs. In my idea the man is
contemptible who shows his conceit by im
agining that he has but to walk into a gar
den of blooming English girls and select
just which he pleases.”
“My dear Vi,” said Mrs. Bendelpool,
with sententious wisdom, world acquired,
“when the man is a baronet; young, and
with a large rent-rool, and the blooming
English girls are portionless, that is very
much just what it is. It is different with
yarn.”
“Who have a poor three hundred of my
own,” laughed Violet. “Well, true, aunt.
To an independent spirit, it will afford a
girl to be independent of taking a husband
aha doeap’t lore, and makeher brave enough
Tbe ball was, indeed, a grand one, and
Sir Archie Stockingham, a broadshouldered
lair, brown-haired, frank, handsome,
bronzed young English gentleman, was the
lion of the evening.
“Which is but fair,” whispered Vi,
“considering the lions had it so much their
own way in Africa.”
Vi quizzed him, and said he' was very
entertaining, and even, possibly, would
improve on acquaintance.
The Bendelpool girls, and all the other
handsome girls, danced with him and de
clared he was divine!
Sir Archie certainly seemed to have the
same opinion of his partners. He was
graciousness itself.
“Arn’t the Bendelpool girlB jolly hand
some, Archie?” whispered George fum-
ner.
“Yes—very, indeed!”
“Well, now you have seen the beauty of
Shallowton, how about your selection of a
wife ?’’ •
“It is made,” was the reply.
“Made?”
“Yes, if the lady will be only kind
enough to have me. I shall ask permission
to—to improve our acquaintance, with the
ulterior idea of partnership, to night.”
‘*Never ?”
“True.”
“But—but, the peculiarity ?”
**Out of all the crowd here,” remarked
Sir Archie, “only one possesses it. Of
course I am not compelled to marry that
one; but as circumstances turn out, I think
I should like to try.”
And with that Sir Archie strolled away,
a dance forming, to find the lady on whose
tablets his name was down. Thatllady waa
Violet.
They had a very pleasant and chatty
spin just twice around the ball-room Vi
remarked that dancing, like other good
things was to be taken in moderation.
Then they stood aside, watching the rest.
Nora, leaning on the shoulder of George
Sumner, whirled by; soon after came
Clare, with a Col. Hanley.
“A pretty, graceful scene,’ smiled
Archie, “especially to one from the wilds
of Africa, though even here I find resem
blances. The gems and gold of the orna
ments in the ladies’ ears, as they flash by,
remind me of the fire-flies as they darted
through the daik tropical night.”
“Do they recall to you nothing else. Sir
Archibald?” inquired Vi, roguishly.
“How do you mean?”
“That there is a further resemblance;
indeed, there is not much difference be
tween an African lady who wears a ring
through the nose or lip and a European
girl who wears one through her ear. is it
not a remnant of barbarism ?”
fhe Baronet gave a great start.
“That decides me,” he exclaimed, half
aloud. “Miss Fortescue, may I lead
you to take an ice ?”
Before that ice was consumed Sir Ar
chie had asked permission, very humbly,
for it was really a case of love at first Sight
to woo Vi, and after a while had obtained
a half consent.
“But,” said Vi, shyly, as they returned
slowly to the ball-room, “I understand the
lady you intend to honor ”
“Must have a certain peculiarity?” he
broke m. “True, Miss Fortescue, and
you have it.*
“I?” ejaculated Vi, starting. “Good
gracious 1”
“Yes,” he replied, smiling. “When
traveling throitnk Africa j saw the hideous-
Midnight Duel.
It is not generally known that William
Coleman, William Cullen Bryant’s prede
cessor on the Evening Post, was a princi
pal in a fatal and mysterious midnight
duel, which created great excitement in
journalistic and political circles here seven
ty-five years ago. Coleman was a man of
intellect and character, an extreme Fed
eralist, and of such intense prejudices that,
having once formed an opinion, nothing
could change it. At the beginning of the
century party spirits burned at white heat,
and newspaper controversies were conduc
ted with most intemperate zeal. Coleman’i
chief political opponent was James Cheet
ham, of the American Citizen, and the
two were constantly at war. Although the
Evening Post editor used violent language,
as was the custom of the day, and he was
conscientiously averse to duelling, and had
often so expressed himself in his editorial
columns. Nevertheless, Cheetham, after
a bitter contest of words, challenged Cole
man, who accepted the challenge, as men
of his anti-duelling principles have often
done before and since. The meeting did
not take place, however, because Judge
Broskhoset Livingstone, in his official capa
city, caused the arrest of the principals.
The arrest was interpreted unfavorably to
Coleman by his political enemies, one of
whom Captain Thompson, Harbor-master
of New York declared publicly that the Post
editor could not be driven into a fight; that
he was an infamous poltroon. Such lan
guage could not at that time be brooked;
submission to it involved loss of influence
and social caste. Consequently Coleman
determined, with the advice of his friends,
to call Thompson cut, and did so, Wash
ington Morton acting for the journalist, and
Cheetham for the Harbor-Master, No legal
interference could be tolerated this time,
and the affair was managed with the great
est secrecy. One summer morning Dr.
Me Lean a well known surgeon, received
an anonymous letter to the effect that at
eleven o’clock _of the same evening he
would find at the foot of Broadway, on
the south side of Bowling Green, a horse
and gig. He was requested to drive with
these to a spot designated, on the road
skirting Potter’s Field—the neighborhood
of Washington square at present—where
he would meet some friends anxious to see
him. He followed the directions faithful
ly. On arrival he heard four pistol-shots,
and by the moonlight he observed, by
looking over the fence, one man support
ing another, and two other men at a little
distance. “Are you Dr, McLean?” Re
ceiving an affirmative reply, the man said,
This gentleman is wounded. He needs
your aid. Take charge of him please, and
carry him to his fritnda” Then he gently
laid the wounded man on the ground and
went off with the others. The Doctor
recognized the gentleman thus strangely
consigned to him as Captain Thompson,
with whom he was intimately acquainted,
Thompson was severely hurt, having a bul
let-hole in his side, and was bleeding pro
fusely. The Doctor Btanched the wound
as well as he could, and drove the patient
to his residence, nearly two miles away.
He left Thompson at the door, rang the
bell, and hurried away. The members of
the family came; were terrible shocked to
find the husband and father they had seen
cheerful and vigorous a lew hours before
bleeding and helpless. They took him to
his chamber, and. in tears and distress, in
quired the cause of his pitiable plight. He
refused to say any thing more than that he
had fought a duel, and had been honora
bly treated, and begged that no effort
should be made to discover or punish his
adversary, whose name he would Dot dis
close- Though he had the ablest surgeons,
he died, after lingering two or three days,
with his secret unrevealed. His petition
was religiously respected. Nobody tried
to molest Coleman, whose share in the duel
necessarily soon became known; no com.
mint was ever made in the press; the
editor of the Post returned to his desk, and
so the strange tragedy ended.
to be indescribably beautiful. The grounds,
too, are pretty; how many delightful walks
can be made on 130 acres; how much of
your taste displayed! In ten years or
twenty years hence 130 acres on New York
Island will be a principality; and there is
to me something stylish, elegant respectable
and suitable to you in having a handsome
country seat So that, on the whole, I
vote for Morris’.”
But Colonel Burr did not purchase the
mansion at this time, though thirty years
later he married its mistress, and resided
there for some time, and met a class of
law students in the room formerly occu
pied by Washington as his sleeping apart-
An Orchestral Squabble.
There was a pause in the rehearsal, and
“the gentlemen of the orchestra” went out
to seek refreshment and to stretch their
legs. The instruments, finding themselves
by themselves, indulged in a little badin
age ; and to the Double Bass, who is a
good hand at taking down notes, we are
indebted for a report of the proceedings.
It appears there had been a good deal «f
ill-feeling among those presen: in conse
quence of the numerous airs the First Vio
lin had indulged in during the engagement
of its proprietor, a famous soloist, and the
subordinate intruments, feeling aggrieved,
ment. ' The later”kistory of the mansion Is ar P re3sed t fa eir sentiments in characteristic
both varied and interesting, but it is so
near our own times that it is scarcely
necessary to repeat it here.
An account of the visit which the writer
made to it recently, in company with a
fashion.
“You think yourself everybody,” grum
bled the Clarionet, and the Hautboy (an
instrument of very much the same order of
mind) backed up the assertion.
“I tell you what,” coolly replied the
gentleman familiar not only with the place First - -
but with its history as well, will no doubt [ ° btrU81Te h J? mbu S
prove more acceptable. The main hall of | Lot w^h a reThTor a JdT UTZ. IT
the mansion, which one enters from the 1 y () u r thifl thp r *♦ ^ f °
pillared porch,is, with its ancient portraits, ^ ^ ^ Hautboy,] if you don’t
An Historic House.
ness of the nose and lip-rings worn by its °Th° D - “fp ourDa J he U Tes “ a f-
® tailed account of the event. He says under
date of July 10, 1720:
races. The ide occurred to me whether my
fair countrywomen considering their
superior cultivation, were any better or less
barbarous than they. And there and then
I vowed never to wed a woman who had
notthe courage to lesist fashion, and to
preserve the prettiest ornament nature had
given her sex, and he looked down at Vi’s
perfect shell-like ear unmutilated. “Miss
Fortescue, I have found that lady? my
greatest trouble now is whether I mav ever
hoj>e to win her.”
Vi did not give her answer then; but
a year after, certain it is, she became. Lady
Stockingham—a reward she used laughing
ly to aver, for her superiority in civiliza
tion over the other fair ladies of Shallow
town.
Voyes.
In 1804, when the distribution of Impe
rial Eagles to the French army took place
in Paris, the Colonel of the Fifty-seventh
Regiment, when the moment came for him
to give up his colors, refused to part with
them, and persisting in his refusal, was
sent to Napoleon at the Tuileries. There
the Emperor himself repeated the order.
“Sire,” replied the Colonel in a voice trem
bling with emotion, “I entreat you not to
ask me to give up the colors. They are
the colors of Montenotte, where 1 thought
they would serve me as a winding. sheet.
To part with them will break my heart. ”
The Emperor, however, was firm, and
nothing was left to the Colonel but obey.
On the day of the distribution, when the
name of his regiment was called, the Colo
nel advanced sadly to receive the new col
ors. Napoleou himself, took the latter,
handed them to the Colonel with the single
word “VqyezI” Looking as directed, the
Colonel saw that the remnihts of the old
colors had been skilfully joined together
and worked into the new tricolor, on
which was inscribed m letters of gold,
“Fifty-seventh, A Montenotte, illut sur-
nomrne Le Terrible.”
The year 1776 found the colonists in
arms against the mother country, Roger
Moms a Colonel in the British armv and
George Washington Commander-in-Chief
of the forces of the colonies. Mrs. Moms
occupied her home until the attack of the
British on the city of New York, in Au
gust 1776 when finding that it was likely
to become the theatre of war, she left it
hastily and found refuge with the Tory
people among the Highlands. A few davs
later General Washington arrived and made
the mansion his headquarters during his
operations on the island, holding stem
councils of war in the drawing-room of the
former mistress of his heart, and devoting
to the repose of martial thews and sinews
the downy beds and silken canopies that
had been intended for far daintier uses.
But this military occupation lasted only a
short time, although the mistress of the
mansion never returned to her charming re
treat. At the close of the war her estates
were confiscated, and she went with her
husband to England where she lived to a
good old age.
Fourteen years later; in 1790, Washing
ton, with a good number of dame» and
cavaliers, paid a second visit to the old
its polished oaken floor and great depth
and roominess, the nearest approach we
have perhaps to that of an ancient baronial
castle. This hall opens by folding doors
into tbe drawing room of the mansion—the
same that was used by Washington as a
reception room (luring his military occu
pancy, Here he received his visitors, lis
tened to his orderlies’ reports, and dicta
ted his answers, and here at the last was
held the council of war which decided
that Manhattan Island ahouldbe relin
quished.
The floor of this room, and indeed of
every apartment in the house, is of oak,
and so highly polished that it affords an
insecure tooting to one used to carpeted
rooms. The wail paper has a ground work
of green, with raised figures of vine and
leaf having the appearance and texture of
velvet, and its coloring is as fresh and
vivid as though nearly a century and half
had not passed since it left the hand of the
artisan, in this room also hangs a beauti
ful chandelier, which was formerly the
property of the unfortunate French Gener
al Moreau. A winding stairway at the
right of the hall leads the visitor to the
suite ~Of apartments above, and ushers him
first into a hall directly over the one below,
and of about the same dimensions. From
this hall one may step out upon a balcony
which commands a magnificent view of
city, nver and sound. Washington’s bed
chamber was on this floor, at the rear of
the hall and directly over the drawing
room; there is nothing noteworthy about it
except that it contains a number of secret
doors and closets, not all of which are
known to the present residents. Two small
ante-chambers, one on each side, were oc
cupied by his aids, one of whom was Alex
ander Hamilton. The old oak bedstead on
which Washington slept is still preserved
with other treasured relics in the attic of
the house.
Having seen all the objects of interest that
the old mansion contained, although but
very few of them are included, iu this de
scription, we were invited to a walk in
the grounds, which are extensive, compris
ing about 130 acres. Even here the anti
quity of the place is apparent. The great
locusts that Jinn the main approach to the
maoeion are dead at the lop and hoary with
age.
Musical Accent.
‘Having formed a party consisting of
the Vice President, his lady, son and Miss.
Smith; the secretaries of State, Treasury
and War and the ladies of the two latter,
with ail the gentlemen, we visited the old
position of Fort Washington, and after
ward dined on a dinner provided by* Mr.
Mariner, at the house lately Colonel Roger
Morris’, but confiscated and now in the
possession of a common farmer.
This Captain Mariner was a noted char
acter in the revolution, and was engaged
with Captain Hyler in the somewhat cele
brated “whaleboat warfare,” which con
sisted chiefly in making night descents on
the enemy's coasts, and making prisoners of
such prominent persons as came in their
way. After the war he kept a tavern at
Ward's Island and at Harlem, and became
a noted caterer. It was in this capacity
that he was employed to prepare the dinner
for as imposing a company of guests as the
mansion ever entertained.
In 1803 Morris’ was again in the market,
and for a time it seemed probable that
Colonel A»on Burr, who was then living
in princely splendor at Richmond Hill,
would become its purchasor. ln Novem
ber of this year he wrote to his daughter
Theodosia in regard to the exchange. Her
letter in reply dated Clifton, 8. C-, Decem
ber 10, 1803, ia interesting as showing
what one of the most charming and ac
complished women of her day thought of
the mansion. She says:
The exchange has employed my
thoughts ever since. Richmond Hill will,
for a few years to come, be more valuable
than Morris’, and to you, who are ao fond
of town, a place so far from it would be
useless; so much for my reasoning on one
side, now for the other. Richmond Hill
has lost many of its beauties and is daily
losing more. If you mean it for a residence,
what avails its intrinsic value? If you sell
part you deprive it of every beauty save
the mere view. Morris’ has the most com-
At a trial in the Court of Kings Bench,
June, 1833, between certain Tweedledees,
as to an alleged piracy of an arrangement
of “The Old English Gentleman,” T. J.
Cooke was suppoeaaed as a witness.
On cross-examination by Sir James Scar
lett, that learned counsel rather flippantly
said:
“Now, sir, you say the two melodies are
the same, but different. What do you
mean, sir?”
“Tom promptly answered: “I said the
notes in the two copies were alike, but with
different accent”
Sir James—“What is a musical accent?
Cooke—“My terms are a guinea a lesson,
.” (A loud laugh.)
“Sir James, (rather ruffled,)—“Don’t
mind jour terms here; I ask you what is
musical accent ? Can you see it ?”
Cooke—“No.”
Sir James—“Can you feel it ?”
Cooke—“A musician can.” (Great
laughter.)
Sir James, (very angrily,)—“Now pray,
sir, don’t beat about the bush, but tell His
Lordship and the jury the meaniuing of
what you call accent.”
Cooke—“Accent in music is a stress laid
on a peculiar note, as you would lay a
stress ou any given word, for the purpose
of being better understood. If I wc
say you were an ass, it rests on ass but
were I to say you were an ass, i rest on
you, Sir James.”
Reiterated shouts of laughter by the
whole court, in which the bench joinhd,
followed this repartee. Silence being ob
tained, Lord Denman, the* Judge, with
much gravity, acojeted the chap-fallen
counsel—“Are you satisfied, Sir James?*
Sir James, deep red as he naturally was,
had become scarlet in more than name, and
in a great huff said : ‘‘The witness may
go down. ”
Antiquity of Man.
Believers in the Mosaic account of the
antiquity of man may derive some comfort
from the fact that the ablest geologists and
antiquarians have varied in their computa
tions as to the age of man not less than
600,000 years. Sir Charles Lyell, for ex
ample, first piaeed the appearance of man
on earth about 800,000 years ago; his later
computations reduce this period to 600,000
years ; others formerly assigned 1,000,000
of years as the age of man; more recently
the supposition of many scientists reduced
this to 20,000 years. Dr. Fowler’s Red
Indian found buried sixteen feet in Missis
sippi mud was believed to be 57,000 years
old, but Mr. Fontaine found a skeleton in
the same neighborhood under fifty feet of
earth which had been buried only four
years! United States engineers by careful
calculation find that the wholeNew Orleans
delta to the depth of forty feet is the pro
duct of a little more than 4,000 j-eara.
Professor Andrews gives ihe probable gla
cial age at Lake Michigan as about 5,000
to 7,000 years, which other scholars are
adopting as the antiquity of the ‘ ice age. ’
Man, according to geologists, came after
the ‘ ice age. ”
correct a growing tendency to sing through
your nose, you’ll be put down as a nasal
nuisance. ’
“No personality!” blurted the Ophi-
cleide. “You take advantage of your
position.”
“As for you,” Ieftily replied the First
Fiddle, “you’re a mass of brass. You’re a
blatant nuisance!”
“Well, I’mblowed!” cried the Cornet.
“Moderate your language,” said the gen
teel First Fiddle. “If you have had the
misfortune to pass your early existence out
side taverns, you should remember you are
now among respectable company.
“Well!” burst in the Drum, “I don’t
think in argument you are ”
“Pardon me I” interrupted the First Fid
dle, “don’t venture on the question of
argument. Remember you were bon* to
be beaten.”
“As an old friend of mine,” sharply
whistled the Piccolo—merely a fife with
keys—“I object to this personality.”
“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” rejoined the sen
sitive First Fiddle, putting liis bow to his
ears. “Oh, dear! oh, dear! Piccolo, you
are so sharp you might be Piccalilli.”
“Gently, gently,” interposed the Flute,
“you are rather hard upon my younger
brother: you ”
“Silence! you double-tongued impos
tor!” angrily broke forth the First Fiddle.
“And as for that snake in the grass, the
Serpent, and that three-cornered-tempered
little toad the Triangle, and that jangling
old pair, the Cymbals, and that idle old
drone, the Bassoon, I despise the lot of you.
There’s only one instrument among you all
that I admire. ”
‘ ‘And which is that ?” shouted the whole
crew.
“Viola!” replied the First Fiddle—“one
who always backs me up, and who says in
the play—“Twelfth Night,’ you know—
‘Save thee, friend, and thy music; dost
thou live by thy Tabor ?”
“What say you to that, Drum ? What
a lucky thing for you that your master has
a second-hand clothes business to fall back
upon in the daytime!”
“A wretched instrument without any
distinctive characteristic,” snorted the
Trombone,
“My dear Trombone,’’gravely remarked
the First Fiddle, “you really do go to such
lengths!”
Here the musicians came back, stumb
ling over the stools, and the instruments
being taken up, harmony again prevailed.
The Manufacture of Coat Tar Dje
The extent to which the manufacture of
coal tar colors is now carried is shown by
the following statistics of labor and pro
duction at one of the principal coal tar
color works in Germany. There are em
ployed over l,0u0 workmen, in addition
to forty overlookers and branch managers,
twenty-five chemists, one engineer, and
thirty clerks and accountants. The yearly
consumption of coal amounts to 17,000,-
000kilos; anthracen, 826,000kilos; naph
tha and benzol, 950,000; chromate of pot
ash, 280,000; caustic sodo, 1,245,000;
sulphuric acid, 2,250,000; muriatic acid,
4,050,000; nitric acid, 825,000; alcohol,
manding view on the island; it is reposted 91,500; and sundry chemicals; 3,560,000.
“Hatnt Gut Any rotatMK
A gentleman who lives near that delight
ful suburb. Mount Washington, has a very
fine potato-patch, that is greatly troubled
with that terrible destroyer, the potato-bug.
He has done everything and tried every
thing to exterminate the bugs, but all has
proved of no use.
A few days since, a young lady friend,
daughter of a neighbor, visited his house,
and the gentleman questioned her as to how
they got rid of the bugs at her father’s.
“Are you troubled much,” said he,
“with the bugs at your place?”
“No, not much,” said she.
“Well, how do you get rid of them?
What do you do?”
“We don’t do anything at all,” said she.
“Don’t you use Paris green?” said he.
“No, sir, we don’t,” said the young
lady.
“Will you please tell me, then,” said the
gentleman, somewhat nettled at her replies,
“why you are not bothered with the bugs
on your potatoes as I am?”
By this time the young lady had got up
to go, and just as she tied her bonnet-
strings and was going down the steps of
the porch, she turned and said:
“Well, I supoose it’s because we hain’t
got no potatoes.”
The gentleman had nothing more to say.
Medical Properties of Egp
For burns or scalds nothing is more
soothing than the white of an egg, which
may be poured over the wound. It ia
softer, as a varnish for the burn, than col-
odian, and being always at hand, can be
applied immediately. It is also more cool
ing than “sweet oil and cotton,” which
was formerly supposed to be the surest ap
plication to allay the smarting pain. It is
the contact with the air which gives the
extreme discomfort experienced from ordi
nary accidents of this kind; and anything
which excludes air and prevents inflamma
tion, is the thing to be at once applied. The
egg is also considered one of the best reme
dies for dysenteiy. Beaten up slightly,
with or without sugar, and swallowed by a
gulp, it tends by its emollient qualities to
lessen the inflammation of the stomach and
intestines, and by forming a transient coat
ing on these organs to enable nature to re
sume her healthful sway over the diseased
body. Two, or at most three, eggs per
day would be all that is required in ordi
nary cases; and since the eggs is not mere
ly medicine, hut food as well, the lighter
the diet otherwise; and the quieter the pa
tient is kept, the more certain and rapid is
he recovery.
Drank an Cofftoa.
An Italian statueseller, going on his
rounds in the Paris streets and carrying a
tray of plaster casts on his head, stumbled
upon a well8tuffed leather portfolio lying
in the road. As it contained $2,500 in
bank notes, it was a perfect bonanza to a
gamin. Wbat could he not buy with it!
But there was one thing for which he
cared above all others. It was strong
coffee. His first thought was that he
could drink a dozen cups of coffee a day,
if he choee. He rushed into a cafe and
swallowed, one after another, six of Gam-
betta’s favorite “monograms” and nine
“glorias”—cups of strong coffee with
liquor. The next day he paid a second
visit to the restaurant and indulged in a
fresh debauch; and he returned on the
following day to order coffee with the
same recklessness. His continued revelry
excited the suspicion of the police, and he
was finally arrowed. Ten bank notes were
found in his pocket. A hundred franc*
had lasted him several days and he was
evidently congratulating himself on having
resources wherewith be could buy and drink
gallons of strong coffee during the winter.