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The Cedartown Advertiser.
Published every Thursday by D. B. FEEEMAN.
Terms: $1.50 per annum, in advance.
OLD SERIES—YOL. YH—NO. 38.
CEDARTOWN, GA., OCTOBER 21, 1880.
NEW SERIES—YOL. II-NO. 45.
Buy Yoor Drop From
FORD&WAL
Main St. Cedartown Ga.,
IF YOU WANT THEM PURE AND FRESH.
C. G. JANES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
CEDARTOWN, GA.
tr Office In the court House. febis-'.y
JOSEPH A. BLANCE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
DRS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS
OFFICE EAST SIDE OF KAIN ST.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Jan8-ly
W. G. ENGLAND,
Physician, and Surseon.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where he may be
lound ready to attend calls either day or night.
Janl5-iy
DR. C. II. HARRIS,
Physician and Surgeon,
Cedartown. Ga.
B. FISHER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Having Just opened out a shop at the store of
a. D. Hogg & Co., respectfully requests the
public to call on him when needing woric In his
line. ieb6-tf
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 to collections and real
estate business. maril-ly
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
All Dental work performed In the most skill
ful manner. Office over J. S. Stubbs At Co.’s.
febl9-ly
F. M. SMITH.
Attorney at Law and
REAL ESTATE AGENT,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Particular attention given to the selling or
renting of city prop Tty. Buying and selling
wild lands a specialty. Parties owning wild
lands in Georgia would do w *11 to correspond
with me, as I have app lo-itions for thousands
of acres whose owners are unknown. No tax fl.
fa. or other bogus title need apply. Look up
your beeswax and writo*me. Terms: Ten per
oent. commission on tales. For locating and
ascertaining probable value, $1 per lot. For
searching record* tor owners, 5o cents per lot.
For ascertaining If land Is claimed or occupied
by squatter. $1 per lot. Always In advance. To
Insure attention enclo e a s-cent stamp. Part ies
owning wild land * should look to their interests,
as many of these wild lands are being stolen by
squatters under a bogus title. All communica
tions promptly answered. Satisfaction guar
anteed to all ho
1 honest men.
JanSO-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. JanS-ly
JAMES H. PRICE,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Keeps on band 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. PRICK.
iebl9-ly.
CALHOUN
Livery and Sale Stable.
FOSTER & HARLAN, Props,
CALHOIJir, 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 of 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 U9, and
have their wants promptly and properly at
tended to.
FOSTER & HARLAN, Calhoun. Ga.
JanS-tf
ISA AO T. ME3D,
CEDARTOWN, GA.,
—dealer in-
STOVES TINWARE,
Hardware and Hollow-Ware,
OF ALL KINDS.
House-Furnishing Goods
A SPECIALTY.
the public, and would be pleased to have ail my
friends and customers call and see me when in
town: I. T. MEE
Jan8-ly
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Address
GEORGE STINSON & CO., Portland, Maine.
W. M. PHILLIPS & CO.,
MANUFjfocTUBEB’S agents fob
Machinery of all Kinds.
Sixty-four different makes of Steam Engine* and Boilers ranging
from 3 to 40 horse-power—new and second-hand—all at very low prioes.
Also agents for the
Albany and Brown Cotton Gin,
PACKING, SCREWS, SEPARATORS, THRESHERS, CORN MILLS
and Farming Implements in general. We had a fine trade in this line
last year, and general satisfaction was given. We are also
Dealers in General Merchandise*
And have in store a well selected stock of
DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, BOOTS, SHOES,
HATS, CAPS, CLOTHING AND GROCERIES,
All of which we will sell low, either for c&ch or to prompt paying tftne cus
tomers. We areageDts for GEORGE A CLARK’S
“0. N. T.” Thread,
And will sell at retail and also will job it to merchants at regala? whole
sale prices.
10,000 Pounds of Wool Wanted.
We will pay highest prices for all the washed wool brought to us.
Persons contemplating the erection of buildings may save money by
calling on us for prices of LUMBER, LATHS and SHINGLES. Come and
see us.
W. M. PHILLIPS & CO.,
Cedartown ) Gra.
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER IN
Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine, Gins
and Brandies.
Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ca.
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
purposes with perfect safety. gy Give me a call. Good treatment
guaranteed. mrl8-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 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, Kentuckv ..leans, Hosiery, Gloves,
Hardware, Notions, etc., etc. Extra nice Geudeuiea’s Underwear Vert
Low. Remember the place—last Brick btore on South MAIN Street, west
®ide. nov6-ly
BAKER & HALL,
DEALERS IN
GENERAL HARDWARE,
SUCH AS
Ready-Made Plows, Plow Stocks, Nails, Iron and
Steel. Spades, Shovels, Hoes, Bakes,
Mannre Forks, Etc.
BUGGY WHEELS, SHAFTS, POLES AND CIRCLES,
SAWS, FILES, LOCKS, HINGES, 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.
FiDffi TES DAYLIGHT.
Fades the daylight, and the shadows
Slowly gather on the lawn ;
Now the night falls on the meadows,
Ani the light of day is gone.
In the darknaea which enfolds me
Tender memories come once more—
How each thought enchains and holds me,
Of the dear ones gone before.
Not in pain and not in sorrow
Think I of the loved ones gone ;
Every night has still a morrow,
Darkness bat precedes the dawn.
Were it not for heart-tie* riven
For the friends that come no more.
There would be no hope of heaven
In the bright forevermore.
Se while shadows darken o’er me,
Sit I at the dose of day ;
Loved, lost features are before me,
Faces which have passed away ;
Voices which made happy laughter
Come again In tones of love,
Sweetly echoes follow after—
Twilight angels bend above.
It is daylight which is fading,
light of day whioh now must flee.
It is but the happy shading
Of a brighter day to be.
So when twilight dreams have found me,
Twilight voices fill the air,
Loved, lost beings gather round me,
And their forms are passing fair.
Magnolia’s Lovers.
Magnolia Vane was a dark-haired, tropi
cal-eyed young beauty, who had come up
from an orange farm in Florida to spend a
season in New York with her aunt.
“You see, Aunt Pen, I don’t know any
thing at all,” frankly acknowledged Miss
Vane, “about people, and manners, and
customs, you know. Of course I’ve had a
governess and learned whole pages of an
cient history, and exercise books, and all
that sort of thing, but there isn’t any soci
ety at Orange Glade, and I’m a perfect
barbarian.”
Apparently, however, beautiful young
barbarians in white silk and pearls suited
the New Yorkers, for Miss Magnolia Vane
became the fashion at once.
“Don’t flirt, my dear,” said Aunt Pen-
field, gravely. “You must remember that
you are an engaged young lady.”
“Am I flirting?” said Magnolia, lifting
the black velvet eyebrows that were arched
so perfectly. “Dear Aunt, you must tell
me these things, for I know so little about
society and its manners. ”
And Magnolia took refuge behind ber>
ignorance with the most charming confi
dence in the world.
Mx^jcr Brabazon, the fiance of this be
witching “belle sauvage,” took matters
very coolly. The match had been made
up between liis mother, a handsome old
despot In point looc, uiainouds, and
Roman nose, and Magnolia’s father, a
domineering Southerner, who believed that
marriage in Floridian families, like royal
alliances, should be arranged while the
parties were yet in their cradles.
“Young people, my dear madame,” said
he, sententiously, to Mrs. Brabazon, “have
no experience of their own. It is only
right that we should give them the benefit
of ours.”
So, when Major Brabazon came to
Orange Glade, Magnolia looked out at him
from beneath her dark, drooping lashes,
thinking how handsome he was, and secret
ly wondering what lie thought of her. She
supposed, of course, she must be in love
with him—people always were in love with
the men they married, weren’t they? And
when she heard that he had obtained leave
of absence from liis regiment, and was to
spend the winter also in New York, she
was rather gratified than otherwise.
“Of course he’ll take me to the opera
and all that sort of thing,” said she.
But Major Brabazon did not trouble him
self especially to make the winter agreeable
to the young lady from Orange Glade.
“These early engagements are a con
founded nuisance,” said the Major. “Miss
Vane is a pretty little girl enough—but how
do I know that I may not see some one
whom 1 may like better? And if I once
begin systematically to devote myself to
her shrine, she’ll expect too much of me.
I may see fit to break off the eng&gament
yet."
While in her turn, Magnolia was solemn
ly considering the situation.
“Aunt Pen,” said she, “when my uncle
was engaged to you, how did he behave?”
“Be was devoted to me,” said Aunt Pen
with a little natural pride.
“Did he ever take you out?” questioned
Magnolia.
“Everywhere.”
“And haunt you like a shadow at balls
and parties?”
“Of course he did.”
Magnolia shook her head. “That isn’t
like Miles Brabazon at all.” said she
“I think,” very slowly, “he takes too
much for granted. ”
‘My dear!” remonstrated Mrs. Penfield
‘He has never once alluded to our en
gagement since I have been in town,” said
Magnolia, biting her lip. “In fact, he
rather avoids me than otherwise. Do you
know, aunt, I think he’s tired of me! ’’
“Nonsense, my love!”
But while Major Brabazon was slowly
making up his mind whether he would
marry Miss Vane or not, there was another
young gentleman engaged in the same so
cial problem—Wayne Clifford, a handsome
young artist with only his profession to de
pend on.
“Little girl.” said Uncle Penfield,
patting Magnolia’s cheek one day, as they
came home together from a morning con-
oert, “take care.”
“Take care of what, Uncle Pen?" inno
cently demanded Magnolia.
“Of Wayne Clifford!” returned the old
gentleman.
“Is he regarded as dangerous in any
way?” solemnly questioned the girl.
“But you may be dangerous to him!”
Magnolia looked up at her uncle with a
ahy, sudden glance, like a frightened bird—
and in one glance, the shrewd old gentle
man read the whole story.
“Whew—w—w!" he thought, “I am too
late. Well—it serves that conceited pappy
Brabazon right. That’s all I have to say. ”
Just about that time Major Brabazon
went to Boston in the train of a popular
contralto singer, with whose yellow tresses
and china-blue eyes he had fallen desper
ately in love. But the contralto singer had
found a Bostonian, with a longer pedigree,
a deeper purse, and more settled intentions
m the matrimonial line than Miles Braba
zon possessed, and frowned ominously upon
him.
He returned, heartily disgusted and dis
enchanted, to New York.
“After all," he decided, “there ia no
one half so beautiful and winning aa Mag
nolia Vane. I’ll marry her at once; and
we’ll dream away our honey moon on the
banks of the St. Lawrence river or under
the roar of Niagara Falla. Let me see—-
it’s a week to-night since I left New York.
I really suppose I ought to have told her
I was going away—but, fortunately, she
isn’t exacting.”
And he ordered the hackman to drive to
No. Lexington avenue, where Mrs.
Penfield resided.
“Yes, sir, she’s at home,” said the sol
emn footman, looking rather curiously at
Major Brabazon. “But—I think she’s en
gaged, sir. Mrs. Penfield, I don’t doubt,
however —”
“She’ll see me,” said Major Brabazon,
imperiously, and the footman gave up the
argument as hopeless.
, “Please to walk in sir,” said he. And
accordingly, Major Brabazon walked in.
Uncle Penfield was reading the evening
paper cozily in his own particular corner
by the lamp. And in the middle of the
room sat Magnolia Vane, with the young
artist bending tenderly over her hand.
‘What does this mean?” shortly de
manded Major Brabazon, advancing into
the apartment with a lowering cloud upon
his brow.
Miss Vane arose and made a sweeping
courtesy.
“It means,” said she, that I am en
gaged!”
“To me?”
“No; to this gentleman.” laying her
hand lightly on Mr. Clifford’s arm.
“But,” cried out Major Brabazon, in a
stifled voice, “you are promised to me!”
“Oil, yes, that was in the old times,”
said the heiress of Orange Glade, with sub
lime indifference. “I have changed iny
mind on a good many subjects since
then. ”
“Ladies are always privileged to change
their minds,” said Wayne Clifford, with
a bow that was truly Chesterfieldian.
Major Miles Brabazon, had played fast
and loose too long with the tropical beauty.
And he had never realized how deeply he
was in love with her until she was beyond
his reach.
Miss Vane went back to Florida in the
spriog, but with the wro. g bride-groom.
“Mamma, ’ said she to her scandalized
parent, “«« long im I am happy, what does
it matter, whether my na...c is Smith or
Jones, Brabazon or Clifford?”
“But my dear,” groaned Mrs. Vane, “it
had all been planned since you were ten
years old. ”
“One must take theBe affairs in one’s
own hand’s, sometimes, ” said Mr. Wayne
Clifford.
Humming Birds.
A glowing circle of balm in flower is a
great center of attraction for the humming
birds, which come here from early morning,
and go westward and return again, at fre
quent intervals, until after nightfall. ]
hardly get seated at my open window be
fore I hear a buzzing, almost tbuddmg
sound, as if a boy were at band with a
tm wheel on a string, which he pulls so as
to make the wheel swiftly revolve. But a
close look reveals a much more animated
mechanism than that. There is nothing
daintier or prettier to be seen than the
color, motions and enthusiasm of the hum
ming bird when he is taking his repast. A
little glossy, throbbing piece of vivacity,
sitting on the air with his feet curled
tightly up, and buoyant as a feather, mov
ing at his sweet, fleet will from one tubu
lar flower to another, and his bduid eye
shining afar. Waves of shifting blue
sweep over the glossy green black, in each
angle of the sunlight, giving the effect of
a suddenly transformed drapery, and when
he turns to you in front, his red gorget, or
throat-piece,glistens with ihe redness of the
flame-like flower he salutes. His motion
is so surpassing swift I can think ol no
winged motion like it. The bees would be
put out of breath to keep up with him.
The female bird of this specie (trochilus
colubris)—the ruby throated dispenses
with the red neckerchief, and it is said the
young birds do not have it. In the autumn
the males in the young brood get a touch of
of red color, but it is not until the follow
ing spring that the throat has its utmost
brilliancy. Recently both heads of the
family dropped ddWn upon the little balm
patch, and I saw that the female was a
much more demure and less aggressive
character than her ga}' lord. In size she
is a trifle smaller. The wings of both,
when used to buoy them up, seem more
like a fine mist or vapor than like any
fabric; gauze is not, and woven spider
web would not, be half so aerial.
If you watch these birds long you wil
Dcca'tonally see them alight, when they
almost always choose a dry twig, or one
not thick with leaves, for their temporary
pedestal. When one sits thus for a mo
ment—it is never long—you will see him
wipe his bill on both sides against me twig
branch two or three times, as if he wished
to be relieved of the protruding honey, af
ter which ceremony he will strike as di
rect a line as possible for his nest. Both
took a seat recently on a little bush which
pushes nearly into my window a distance
of not over three or four .feet, respectively
from my disengaged hand; but I directed
no motion toward them more violent than
the glance of my eye, which they bore for
the nsual space without flinching,and then
took flight. The diet of the humming bird
is composed of insects and honey inciden
tally, and they do the flowers a service in
removing them. Audubon says their de
lightfully murmuring sound, as they are
poised above the flowers, “is well adapted
for lulling the insect to repose. ” The
humming bird has a long, delicate bill, and
its protruding, double-tubed tongue is cov-
emed with a “glutnous saliva,” by which
it overwhelms each insect it touches and
draws it out “to be instantly swallowed.”
It is a bird of the Western hemisphere and
300 species have been discovered (some
say 400), whioh latter number is only 100
less than all other species of birds put to
gether
Iceland Ponies.
The “Nun" of the Old Testament.
Twice in the authorized version of the
Old Testament mention is made of “nuts.”
As by nuts in our own vernacular, when a
differential adjective or the name of a
country is not prefixed, we understand al
ways the product of the Corylus Aveliana,
' it may be interesting to what very different
things are intended in the two Scriptural
references. In the authorized version of
the “Song of Solomon,” the great natural
ist to whom the authorship of this curious
poem is very generally ascribed, says: “I
went dowB into the garden of nuts.” This
garden would seem to have been one of
,, ft the many of the same kind mentioned in
the book of Ecclesiastes also ascribed to
Solomon, though not proved to have come
from his pen, when he informs us that “I
made me gardens and orchards and I plant
ed trees in them of all kinds of fruit” (ii, 5).
The word employed in the Song is egoz.
In meaning it seems to have denoted prim
arily, a hut of any description whatever,
provided that the sense was qualified by
some prefix or adjunct. When used alone,
on the other hand, there can be little doubt
that it denoted the walnut—the nut par
excellence. The walnut being a native of
Persia, the importation of it into Palestine
took place probably at a very early period.
A tree so remarkable alike for excellent
produce, scent of foliage, and a handsome
appearance could not possibly escape the
notice of the early cultivators of plants, or
be left to exist exclusively in its native
country. Solomon’s great love of com
mercial enterprise would be sufficient to
account tor the introduction of it, at all
events; into the royal gardens at Jerusalem.
At the present day this admirable tree oc
curs in an apparently indigenous state
everywhere, from Persia to the Himalayas,
abounding especially in Cashmere. It is
found also in Asia Minor and in Greece,
looking in both countries like a native.
Introduced into Britain, most probably by
the Romans, completely has it now made
itself at home with that one might also be
tempted sometimes to think it aboriginal.
In the time of Josephus it grew in profusion
round the Lake of Genneserat.
Conundrums.
When is a wall like a fish ? W hen it is
scalded.
How does a stove feel when lull of coals!
Grateful.
Which of the reptiles is a mathemati
cian? The adder.
When is a boat like a heap of snow ?
When it is a-drift.
When is a doctor most annoyed? When
he is out of patients.
When is a literary work like 3moke ?
When it comes in volumes.
Why is the letter G like the sun ? Be
cause it is in the center of light.
What is that which shows others what
it cannot see itself? A mirror.
Why is the letter N like a faithless
lover? Because it’s in constant.
How does a cow become a landed es
tate? By turning her into a field.
Why is whispering a breach of good
maimers? Because it is not aloud.
What is an old lady in the middle of
the river like ? Like to be drowned.
What word may be pronounced quieker
by adding a syllable to it ? Quick.
Why is a miser like a man with a short
memory ? Because he is always forgetting.
How does a sailor know there is a man
in the moon ? Because he has been to sea
(see).
Why is a fool in high station like a man
in a balloon ? Because everybody appears
little to him, and he appears little to every
body.
In order to travel with speed and com
fort, each horseman requires a couple of
ponies, which are saddled ant) ridden
alternately, while the loose horses and
those carrying the baggage are driven for
ward in a little herd, with shouts and
cracking of whips. Spurs are unknown,
and an Icelandic whip is certainly a most
humane invention, with a thin leather
strap for a thong, and devoid altogether of
a lash; the ponies despise it utterly, and
although it makes a noise, it evidently does
not hurt. Accustomed from his birth to
find his way over his wild mountain pas
tures, the Iceland pony is so clever and
sure-footed as to give his rider a sense of
security,even in the most awkward places,
and if left to himself he will never make
a mistake. He is as cautious us an ele
phant, snuffing at every suspicious place,
and testing it with his fore foot; if dis
satisfied, nothing will induce him to pro
ceed, and he turns aside to search for a
safer way, being particularly on his guard
when crossing water upon a bridge of snow,
or when in the neighborhood of boiling
springs. Even where the ground was
roughest I have not hesitated to throw the
bridle on the pony’s neck and open a knife
m order to scrape certain cartridges too
large for the rifle which I carried under my
arm. The gallant little beast picKS his way
rapidly over all obtacles, like the sturdy
Stulka, who can knit and stare at the pass
ing stranger, while she strides along over
Hraun,” as if Bhe were on a shaven lawn.
Boggy ground is to a horseman always a
very troublesome obstacle; but so remarka
bly dry was the country in June, 1878,
that bogs could be avoided, and we were a
good deal annoyed by dust and drifting
sand. The ponies got nothing to eat, ex
cept the scanty herbage by the wayside,
and were much disposed to linger wheres
ever they could find a few biades of grass.
To any such temptation the poor anima-
were, however, not often exposed, and they
jogged along with great perseverance,
making up for little food with much drink
at the numerous streams which they had to
ford. Iceland ponies are generally of a
light color, dun, pale chestnut, white or
piebald; under a rough exterior they hide
many good qualities, and are as well
adapted for the peculiar country which
they inhabit as is thenoblest thorough-bred
of Arabia. A vicious animal is almost un
known, and a dealer in ponies, who has
passed more of them through his ban ds
than anybody else in the business assured
me that he has not encountered more than
one. The endurance of the little nags is
astonishing; they will keep up a steady jog
for hours together and will travel on through
the long summer days of Northern latitudes
with no other sustenance than may be
picked up during an hour's midday halt.
Life in a German aehlou.
The routine of life was quiet, even mon
otonous, but to an American woman, fresh
from the “fitful fever” of American house
keeping, sweet and restful. The servants
were numerous and well trained, and per
formed their duties with little noise, and
at the right time and in the right manner.
It must be said in passing that it took ten
men and women to do the work which half
that number would be required to perform
in an American household. Then, on the
other hand, it must be stated, that tney
have not half our conveniences. The uten
sils are primitive and cumbrous, and they
have much to “fetch and carry;” but look
ing at results, one can only indulge in an
envious and useless sigh. The absence of
those pests of American housekeeping, the
weekly washing and ironing day, is one
reason why the German servants are able
to go about their work with so much more
regularity and thoroughness. In Germany
the family wash is done no oftener than
once a month—in many places not oftener
than once in three or six months—and then
is done by extra help hired for the occasion.
On Monday of the week devoted to this
work, according to my observations, the
women came and began preparations. The
clothes, etc., were sorted under the super
vision of the lady's-maid or housekeeper;
the wood laid ready for lighting under the
great boiler in the wash-house and every
tub, hogshead, etc., filled with water. The
water was pumped laboriously and brought
from some distance in cumbrous buckets.
Tlie earners wore upon their shoulders for
this purpose heavy wooden yokes, like ox-
yokes, with a chain ana hook at each end,
to which the full buckets were attached.
The next morning at three o’clock they
were at work, busy as bees, and out chat
tering the swallows in the ivy which grew
about the wash-house eaves. Wash-boards,
those instruments of destruction, were un
known, all rubbing being don? between
their horny knuckles. The ironing is done
in Germany by means of a mangle, where
possible, and the clothes are beautifully
smooth and clean. The whole atmosphere
of the place was peaceful and drowsy.
Pigeons cooed, swallows twittered, from
morn until night. These, and the musical
baying of the hounds, the lowing of distant
cattle and the muffled rumble of wagons
upon the chaussee, were the sounds’ to
which the ear became attuned. The occa
sional shriek of a locomotive was the only
reminder of a world outside this Sleepy
Hollow of a place.
Capture of Washington.
and Pennsylvania avenue, The War and
Navy Department buildings, which were
built where the present imposing structure,
now nearly completed, stands, on the
corner of Seventeenth street, and Pennsy
lvania avenue, were fired. The affairs
of State and the postal business of the
young republic were conducted from offices
in private residences. They were not
harmed after firing the War and Navy De
partments. Gen. Ross marched his troops
to the cornor of Fifteenth and F street and
drew them up before a building occupied
by the Bank of the Metropolis, now the
National Metropolitan Bank. This institu
tion had loaned the Government $300,000,
and the plate from which Us notes were
printed Imre the words “a depository of
the Government.” Some of these notes
had fallen into the possession of the Brit
ish, and Gen. Ross believed it to be a Gov
ernment bank. He was preparedto fire xt,
when a citizen informed him that it was a
private institution, ana had no connection
with the Government beyond making the
loan above referred to. “Besides,” said
this honest citizen, as the story goes, “it
you bum this property you will destroy the
sole support of a poor Irish widow, a coun
try woman of yours.
“She must be a poor Irish widow to own
such a valuable property ia Washington,”
said Gen. Ross savagely, but he did not
destroy the building.
The British remained in camp here about
forty-eight hours, aud then lett the city by
the same route they had entered it. No
demonstrations were made against them,
but they appeared to fear the return of the
American troops in large numbers and ani
mated with more courage than they had
shown before.
The Feminine Foot.
A Begacement Ring.
“Say, mister,” as he walked up to the
proprietor of a jewelry store, who stood
behind the counter, “have you got any of
these here finger rings—these here—these
—oh, I forgit what you cal) ’em?”
“Gold rings?” asked the proprietor.
“No, not quite gold rings—oh, yes,
hypocrite gold rings; that’s it. ”
“Can’t understand what you mean by
that,” raid the proprietor,with a stare.
“I mean,” said tho young man, “this
kind of gold that looks like gold and isn’t
gold; this here kind that most everybody
is wearin’ nowadays. I want a ring for
my girl, and I want you to scratch on the
inside Jim Brown to Sallle Jones. Don’t
care what it costs; you can go as high as
half a dollar for it all if you want to. It’s
a begagement ring.”
The lioss took it all in, and soon fixed
him off with a “hypocrite” geld ring done
up in the softest kind of cotton.
—A space Is three feet.
In July, 1814, it was rumored that a
large force of British soldiers had sailed
from the West Indies with the purpose of
lauding oil the shores of Chesapeake Bay
and destroying Baltimore and Washington.
No particular fears seem to have been en
tertained for the safety of the capital by
President Madison and his cabinet. Gen.
Winder was in command of the Fourth
Military District, which embraced the Dis
trict ot Columbia, and he had 2,000 men,
scattered-over quite a large area of country,
under him. As soon as the British, under
command of Gen. Ross, who was after
wards killed at the battle of Stony Point,
landed at Benedict, on the shore of the
Chesapeake, Gen. Winder became impressed
with me fact that Washington would be
assaulted. He communicated his fears to
Mr. Madison, and 15,000 militia from
Maryland, Virginia and the District of
Columbia were placed at his disposal.
Commodore Barney came up the the Poto
mac to the Patuxent River with a schooner
aud thirteen armed barges, and sailed up
that stream to its head waters, where he
thought he was safe from pursuit, and
joined his forces to those of Gen. Winder.
Gen. Ho -s marched through Mariborough
directly upon Washington. Mr. Lossing
says that Gen. Winder had 3,000 effective
men. He probably had 4,000 ineffective
militiamen besides. The number of Com
modore Barney’s men is not given. On the
night of the 23d of August, 1814 It was
known in Washington that the British were
approaching. The American troops were
stationed on the old Baltimore and Wash
ington turnpike, a short distance west of
Bladensburg, a village about six miles from
Washington. Gen. Ross was marching his
troops down the pike toward Washington.
At about eight o’clock on the morning of
the 24th the Cabinet met at the Executive
Mansion preparatory to a visit to the battle
field. About an hour later the party set
out on horseback, attended by a small es
cort, for the scene of the fight. Upon their
arrival the camp was found to be in great
confusion and disorder. A panic seemed
to prevail among the militiamen. The
marines and sailors under Commodore
Barney preserved better order. Mr. Mad
ison became convinced that the fight would
end disastrously for the American troops.
He dismounted from his horse and ordered
a messenger to ride as rapidly as possible
to the Executive Mansion and inform Mrs.
Madison to leave the city with all possible
speed. She packed what articles df value
could be conveniently carried in a carriage
and started for Mr. Madison’s place at
Montpelier, Va. Before her departure she
directed two servants, John Lowri and
i bourns McGrath, to remain in the build
ing and, in case it was fired by the troops,
to save the famous portrait of Washington,
by Stuart. These comestics, finding that
they could not save the picture with its
frame, cut it out and secreted it. It now
hangs in the White House. A vast amount
of gush has been written about the preser
vation of this picture. Even Mr. Lossing,
in one ot his hooks, describes Mrs. Madison
as saying to a couple of gentlemen who in
formed her of the victory of the British;
•‘Save that picture; save or destroy it, but
do not let it fall into the hands of the Brit
ish.”
The battle began at about noon, and
Commodore Barney’s men stood the blunt
of it for some time. He was finally wound
ed. The militia proved worthless, and
Gen. Armstrong ordered a retreat. The
men tied in all directions, throwing away
their arms and equipments, and dashing
their coats to the ground the better to facil
itate flight. Most of them came through
Washington, and dispersed toward different
points in Maryland and Virginia. Mr.
Madison followed his wife. Every able-
bodied man in Washington, excepting the
Roman Catholic priest, had gone to the
front. When they returned most of them
found that their families had already fled
from the city. The British entered the
city about eight p. m. While marching
down Maryland avenue toward the Capitol
a shot was fired from a private house owned
by a gentleman turned Sewall at Gen. Roes.
He was not hurt. His horse was killed,
however, and the troops surrounded the
house and burned it to the ground. Who
fired the shot has never been discovered.
The troops encamped at the foot of Capitol
Hill, where the Botanical Gardens are now
located. That night they fired the Capitol
and Executive Mansion. The light of the
conflagration was aaen, it is said, as far as
Baltimore, forty miles distant. Only the
walls of the buildings were left standing.
On the following morning the British set
fire to the Treasury, a two-story brick
building of modest dimensions, which stood
where the present Treasury building is
located on the corner of Fifteenth street
There is no doubt that the foot plays a
most important part in social lile; often
wields an influence over destiny. We are
speaking now strictly of the feminine foot,
upon which so much" time, labor aad ex
pense are lavished. In danciag it becomes
vocal and expresses a whole language of
sentiment used to emphasize emotion, it
gesticulates with startling force, and a
lover who hesitates to annsunce his de
votion can be brought to an immediate
avowal by the transitory, but maddening
glimpse of a dainty foot, encased in pink,
silk-embroidered hose, and Mignon slippers
tnrust distractingly forward.
A story is on foot of a courtier who drank
his lady-love’s health in a shoe he had
stolen from her, and at t his day it is a prac
tice with the young bloods who ape the
manners of the French regime to have the
foot of their favorite cast in marble or
bronze and use it for a paper-weight.
There are no people in tbe world so ex
acting in the matter of feet as actresses, and
it is largely true of them they do not have
patrician feet, but they have artists for
shoemakers, and by dint of pinching and
compressing, wearing patent -heet and
toe bands, having the heel under the mid
dle of tile foot and the ,ength of the upper
shortened by the stitched lines and other
devices, a small, symmetrical foot is secured.
It happens, however, with some of our best
actresses, that they can only endure the
pain witbout fainting during a single scene,
when their stage dresser removes the shoe
and restores outraged nature. So much
can be done by delusion that a No. 5 boot
will not appear larger than a No. 2 behind
the footlights. The doctors who treat
spinal and brain diseases can tell the rest
of the story.
Beautiful feet require fine adornings.
There are boots sold in New York City tor
$125 a pair. They are imported from
Paris, and the cloth is a mixture of gold
or silver thread and silk. They are lined
with the finest kid, and the buttons are
gems. They are usually purchased
by those who “toil not, neither do
they spin,” and silk stockings worth $75 a
pair are worn with them. A pair of boots
made for Annie Louise Cary, to wear in
opera, .are of light blue satin, soft and thick,
with blue silk lacings, tied with lovely
tassels, lined with brilliant, cardinal kid,
and banded horizontally, with inch wide
ribbons of gold braid. The feet may well
be handsome now, for there is everything
to make them so. Innumerable shops,
filled with the finest goods, fancy silk and
fancy boots and slippers; opera-ties, walk,
ing ties, patent leather and kid shoes;
lemon-colored, old gold, lavender and Ori
ental satins, heels four inches high, and in
steps that form a royal arch; and a faithful
pedicure, who steps to the front with his
salves and instruments when nature be
comes obstreperous.
After all, it is the willing feet, the help
ing feet,—the feet that are swift to do er
rands of mercy—tne “beauteous feet”
climbing the hill of Zion, or,of difficulty,
that are tbe mo6t value in the world. There
arc feet for whose step loving hearts watch
and wait, and when they come it is like the
coming of sweet, glad music. There are
heavy feet borne down by sorrow that drag
listlessly along, and there are feet that rest
from their labors.
Kaiser Joseph and the Spielberg,
Up to a a few decades ago Austria divid
ed with Russia the honor of poseessing
some of the worst dungeons in Europe,
anti perhaps the most terrible of these
living tombs was the Spielberg of Brunn.
Major von Rosanegg, of the Engineer Staff,
has just published an interesting little
volume on this now unused fortress. One
charming and authentic tale is worth re
peating. It was in 1783—the first centen
ary, therefore, of the deliverance from the
Turks—and Kaiser Joseph in person made
an incognita visit to the Spielberg to in
quire himself who was deserving of free
dom. For the centenary was to be marked
by the release of prisoners. Colonel Count
Auereperg was his aid-de-Camp. Jailer
Cyrill received his orders from the Gover
nor to show the two gentlemen the prison,
and led the way down the dark passages, a
mighty bunch of keys in his hand. After
viewing many sad chambers, where one or
more wretches, ill-clothed and dirty, sat
moodily waiting for release or death,
Cyril conducted the visitors to the under
ground cells—dark, clammy and reeking,
with evil smells. The jailer was in the
act of passing the first door and proceeding
further, when the Emperor stopped and
bade him open the cell. The visitors were
horrified to see a human figure almost
naked and chained wrists and ankles to the
wall. The man had gone mad from con
finement in .solitude and darkness, and gib
bered and mouthed fearfully. The next
cell a model of the first, was empty, and
the Emperor without a moments hesitation,
insisted upon being locked up alone for an
hour in it. Remonstrance was useless and
the imperial will had to be obeyed. The
heavy door was slammed, so the others re
tired and tne monarch was left to himself.
When they came at the end of the hour
Kaiser Joseph looked sick and ifl. The
first words he said were, “I am the last
man who shall ever inhabit these under
ground cells; to morrow they shall be
walled up.” The Imperial command wax
obeyed, and next morning came the stone
masons and bricklayers and cot off the
dread cells from the rest of tbe world.
Kaiser Franz Joseph the present Emperor,
abolished tbe Spielberg as a State prison
in 1856.