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Office, WAREHOUSE STREET, v
Om Door north of Cotton Warehouse.
Official Journal of Folk and Haralson
Counties.
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per square for first insertion, and 50 cents
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LABORING FOR THE COMMON WEAL.
TERMS: $150 Fer Annum, in Advance,
OLD SERIES—VOL. X- NO. 21.
CEDARTOWN. GA., THURSDAY, JUNE 21. 1883.
NEW SERIES—VOL. V-NO. 28.
THE GHOST.
Hushed and still,
Jeweled night, with opal moon,
Reigns, at her impressive noon,
Clear and chill.
As I sit
At the open window here,
Fancied faces, dim and queer,
Past me flit.
Murmurs dread,
From the brooding willow there,
Moan a cadence of despair
For the dead.
Hark! a sound!
In the moonlight mottled street,
Rumbling wheels and lioof-strokes fleet
Shake the ground.
At the gates
Something pauses. Naught is seen,
Though in moonbeams’ whitest shell
Something waits.
HushI I hear
Rustle of a silken train,
Dainty steps, a sob of pain,
Who is here?
Shallows thrown
From the willow weirdly fall,
Dance and linger on the wall,
Shades alone.
Faint and rare
Steals a perfume thought the room
Wafted from the gathered gloom
Over there.
Fancies dread
Echo from a story old,
Weeping willow would unfold
Of the dead.
COFPERFIEU) COURT.
It would lie diffcult to point out the
exact spot where Copperfield Court once
stood.
Suffice it to say that the metropolis has
been robbed of its existence a great many
years ago.
It was no thoroughfare, being only a
sort of bay out of a once great, fashion
able river of a street.
It held six houses, two on each side
and two across the end, and there was a
placard bearing the words, “No pedlars
permitted to enter.”
Number one contained old Mr. Flack
and his wife, but they were each seven
ty years old, and rheumatic.
Number two sheltered the deformed
little librarian of a certain library in the
city, and his consumptive young sister,
Number three held—how, they only
knew—a schoolmaster’s widow and her
l'onr daughters.
Number four was occupied by an old
lady who had a son at .sea, an officer on
a vessel in the navy.
He was always being expected home,
and brandies of coral, Chinese curiosi
ties and boxes of foreign jellies and con
serves attested to the fact that he did
return occasionally, but the chances
were that he would be in mid-ocean at
any given date.
N umber live was occupied by Miss
Cornelia Copperfield, a single lady of
eiglit-and-forty, and a very old poodle.
And number six, being haunted, was
left to its ghost.
Probably want of patronage rather
than the placard hanisBbd the pedlars. '
The reason why Copperfield Court
people set their faces se sternly against
pedlars was that they were not genteel.
And the people of Copperfield Court
were genteel or notliing.
Its occupants all lived ou limited in
comes, and not one of the ladies had
even earned a i>eimy in her life.
Mr. Flack had a pension under the
Government.
The librarian was connected with a
wonderfully genteel society.
A naval officer’s mother is a pefson of
position.
And so is a schoolmaster’s widow
sometimes.
And Miss Cornelia Copperfield was
the poor relation of the magnificent
Copperfield who owned the court, was
said to he worth a million, and who had
presented the small dwelling in which
Miss Cornelia lived to his cousin, her
mother, a lady always alluded to by Miss
Cornelia as “my late ’ma.”
A ghost is seldom vulgar, though
sometimes alarming, and the ghost at
number six was that of a bankrupt bank
er who had shot himself.
Occasionally a carriage, with several
men in livery perched upon it, paused at
the entrance to the court, and a fat lady,
in fine clothes, and a thin gentleman,
with a great diamond on his bosom, en
tered Miss Cornelia Copperfield’s door.
It was then whispered through tlie
eoiut that that lady’s “family” had cal
led upon her.
This might have continued for many
years but that Mrs. Rooney came into
her grandfather’s property, after hav
ing quite given up to the idea of his
decease, for he lived to be a hundred and
two years of age, minus a few months,
the exact number of which may easily
he obtained by a reference to the regis
ter’s hook at Somerset House.
Feeling herself entitled to be a landed
proprietor, she employed an agent to buy
her a bit of a house.
The agent having looked about him,
proposed No. 6, Copperfield Court. •
Mr. Copperfield, weary of a tenant
who paid no rent—we allude to the
banker’s ghost—agreed to the price of
fered, and one morning the housekeep
ers of the court peeped through their
green blinds upon the arrival of Mrs.
Rooney’s household goods; and two
boarders came with Mrs. Rooney. One
was a young man who habitually wore
a red shirt.
The other was a foreigner in a shabby
old black.
He looked genteel but alas! appear
ances are deceitful.
On the morning after his arrival he
was seen to leave the court bearing a
small tray on which were ranged in rows
pipes of all sorts, except very costly
ones.
They were china pipes, with painted
flowers upon them, the humble clay uu-
deen, and others more or less aristocra
tic.
Pedlars were not admitted to the
court, but one had come thereto reside.
“That I am alive to-day,” said the
schoolmaster’s widow, “is a proof that
one can live through anything.”
As for Miss Copperfield, she shut her
self up in her flowery chintz bower, and
seemed inclined to remain there for
ever.
A week passed.
One night Miss Copjierfield was awak
ened by awful groans.
She started up in bed and listened.
The groaning was at her window; she
also heard raps.
She went to the window.
Within a foot of it she saw a face—
her next door neighbor’s, the pedlar of
pipes.
“What do you want?” she asked
sharply.
“Pardon, madame,” replied a weak
^ voice, with a stroiig French accent,
“pardon, but I have some colics.”
“Colics?” repeated Miss Copperfield.
“Vera bad,,’ responded the neighbor.
“I expire of pain, and Madame Rooney
goes of her cousin’s child to the funeral,
and in ze house is no one.
“Perhaps you vill ’ave a leetle eau He
vie—brandee.
“Eh! you comprehend, madame?”
“Yes, yes,” said Miss Copperfield to
whom returned a memory of genteel
lessons in French, taken in her earlier
days.
“We, Monshure; jer comprany—jer
—” but the elegant memory was but a
faint one,and she added, “I don’t know
about brandy- -perhaps I have a little.
“I will see.”
“Madame is an angel,” responded the
neighbor.
Miss Copperfield brought the brandy—
about half a gill in a cologne bottle—and
presented it on a small fire-shovel.
The neighbor, thanking her in a pro
fusion of complimentary French, retir
ed, but soon was heard to groan again
more dismally than before.
Are you worse?” called the lady
through the shutters.-
I am vera bad,” piped the sufferer,
in an anguished falsetto.
“Perhaps a mustard plaster might
relieve,” suggested Miss Copperljeld.
“Per’aps,” moaned the Frenchman.
Miss Copperfield, who was really a
tender-hearted soul, instantly rushed to
her tiny kitchen, and soon approached
the window again with the plaster be
tween two soup dishes.
Placing them on the shovel, she wav
ed it before her neighbor’s window.
“The plaster,” she said.
The plaster was taken with many
thanks. Shortly the groans ceased.
Was he dead or relieved of pain, this
man who had called her an angel? She
called softly, “Are you better?”
“All, yes. replied the voice. “Zeplas-
taire Ls ’eavenly, like madame.”
Miss Copiierfield retired.
Early the next morning a taj) came
on her door.
It was her neighbor, with her plates
well washed and her bottle refilled.
He had come to overflow with grati
tude.
He declared that he should have ex
pired but for her most amiable conduct,
her delightful mustard-plaster, and he
ended by a narrative of his own life,
his fallen fortunes, and how he came to
peddle pipes.
“I say to myself, what mattair vere
no one knows me?” he said.
“Still, madame, I am a gentleman;
zat I would ’ave you know.”
“I am sure of it, “ said Miss Copper-
field.
Her guest departed.
Miss Copperfield sat thinking.
What handsome eyes he had! What
a nice nosel
How romantic to fall from the aris
tocracy to pipes!
How he had looked at her!
All, Miss Copperfield, who had held
herself too aristocratic for every suitor
of her youth, found herself blushing.
again.
He brought with him an offering, an
ivory nut thimble, in a case shaped like
an acorn.
Shortly, a sort of scandal spread
through the neighborhood.
The pedlar, the vulgar pedlar, called
on Miss Copperfield!
He took tea with her on Sunday after
noon!
Could such things be?
The family heard of it.
It called in its coach, with its red-
eockaded footmen.
It ascended the steps. It seated it
self in her parlor.
It was largely represented.
Two stout ladies, two stout gentle
men, and a very old lady, with a face
like crumpled parchment.
They filled Miss Copperfield’s chintz-
covered room to overflowing.
They occupied all the chairs, while she
perched ou the small round stool before
the upright piano, and they addressed
her.
Cornelia,” said the old lady, “we
hear frightful news of you; that you are
visited by a segar pedlar!”
"He isn’t a cigar pedlar,” replied
Cornelia.
“He’s Monsieur Blanc. He sells
pipes, aunty.”
“This is flippant,” said the old lady.
“A pedlar!
“We call to remonstrate.”
“We hear you are engaged to him,’
said stout lady number one.
And we call to warn you,” said
stout lady number two.
“Dismiss him at once,” said the thin
nest gentleman, “or we discard you. ”
“And disown you,” said the other
thin gentleman, “since you have forgot
ten you are a Copperfield.”
“I was so lonely,” she sobbed.
“You never even invited me to tea,
and he’s a—a gentleman.”
“We say no more,” replied the old
lady.
“Yes, or no.
“Will you dismiss him?
And she looked an anathema rnara-
natha.
Miss Cornelia could not endure the
excommunication.
She said—
“Yes.”
The family then arose and departed.
She was left alone.
Eor an hour she bathed her poodle’s
head with her tears.
Then she heard a knock at the door,
and arose to open it.
Monsieur Blanc appeared.
“Again I arrive myself, my angel!”
he remarked.
“Oh, you must go!
“You must never come again.
“I have promised my family,” sighed
poor Cornelia.
“Ah, ze family I” cried Monsieur
Blanc.
“Aristocrats.
“But, ball! never mind, mademoiselle.
I adore you.”
“Oh!” sighed Cornelia.
“Let us fly!” said Monsieur.
“Let us go live—somevere—avay.
“Me vill be ’appy.
“Ah, ball! zat family!
“Ze people of ze court so aristocrati-
que.
“Come, ve vill fly.
“Marry me to-day.”
He kissed her.
Neither of them were very old or
ugly, and that which had never happen
ed to Cornelia before happened then—
she fell desperately in love on the spot.
“I don’t care for one of them,” she
said.
“I will marry you.”
Early next morning (he had the lic
ense in his pocket—“the artful!”) two
figures stole out of the court arm in arm.
They were those of Monsieur Blanc
and Miss Copperfield.
They were wed.
Shortly after the first excitement of
tlie elopement had ceased to thrill the
court, a person duly authorized bore
away the furniture of No. 5, and sold
the house, and no one of the genteel oc
cupants ever saw Miss Copperfield again.
The family disowned her, and the old
aunt was very particular that Cornelia’s
name should never be mentioned in her
hearing.
And indeed Cornelia would not face
these outraged beings for the world.
In a little house over a small shop
where pipes of all sorts are sold, she liv
ed with her husband.
She grew quite portly, and never was
so gay in her life.
Together they walked in the Park of
sunny Sundays, or went to the cheap
seats of places of amusement, where
they had mucli ado to hear or see any
thing, and they had nice indigestible
little suppers at teii or eleven o’clock.
Wnetlier she died happily or still lives
in holies of rivaling Mis. Rooney’s
grandfather by seeing her hundred and
second birthday, we know not, hut we
do know that for a long time her story
remained a fearful legend in Copperfield
Court.
Intense Suspense.
“John Henry,” said his honor, Jus
tice Powers, “you are altogether too in
telligent a young man to be before the
court on such a charge—you have a
good-looking face.”
Johnny looks furtively up and smiles
at the agreeable prospect of a light sen
tence.
“The charge against you is of a griev
ous character, and has been clearly
made out by the testimony. It shows a
depth of depravity difficult to be imagin
ed in one so young.”
Johnny drops his eyes to the table and
nervously fumbles with his hat in ex
pectation of the ominous sixty days.
lam aware that the chance for re
formation as a result of sending you to
the island is very slim. It might re
sult in more Harm than good, and if 1
thought a warning would be sufficient
to deter you from a repetition of the
offense I would not pronounce a sen
tence against you.”
“He’s going to let me off, sure,”
Johnny’s face says, as he ventures to
raise his head and stammer out a pro
mise to he very good.
“But on the other hand it is my duty,
sitting as a court, to protect society
against the repetition of offenses by
making examples of those who commit
them.”
“Oh, Lordy! I’m a goner now,” is
written on Johnny’s brow, and his ex
cited counsel begins a special plea in his
behalf:
“Tlie parents of this young lad are
very respectable, your Honor. They
are ready to promise that the boy will
behave himself hereafter.”
“Yes, if there is one thing more than
another that pleads strongly in your be
half, and tends to blind justice to the
.... gravity of your offense, it is the sight of
That evening her neighbor caheu an aged mother in tears and the expres
sion of disappointment and sorrow on
the face of your old father. If the
court is disposed to leniency, therefore,
in your case, it is rather on their ac
count than your own.”
He is going to let me off after all,
what the look of relief on Johnny’s face
says plainly.
“But,” continues his Honor, “if the
Court should give way to a feeling of
pity for your parents, and release you
from the consequences of your act, it
might be the most unkind action he
could perform against them. Vice
should he summarily nipped in the hud,
if possible.”
“He won’t let me off for less than
thirty, at least,” thinks Johnny, as the.
momentary flush of pleasure dies out o
his face.
“But you are young, and something
by way of a warning may prove effec
tive to check you in the career on which
you have entered.”
“He intends to let me off with
primand and the costs,” Johnny con
cludes, as he gathers up Ills liat, once
more ready to depart.
“I hope you won’t forget what his
Honor is saying,” says the hopeful
counsel.
“I will, therefore, do what I consider
best .for you under all the circum
stances.”
“Thanks, your Honor,” exclaims
Johnny, now sure that he is dismissed.
“I sincerely hope I shall never see
you here again after this taste of cor
rection.”
“I’ll never come here again, sir,
claims Johnny out of the depths of his
gratitude, with all the preparations
made to depart.
Yes,” I hope you will remember
your promise. The sentence of the
court is that you pav a fine of §200 and
be confined in the workhouse thirty
days.”
A tableau expressive of open-mouthed
wonder and crushing astonishment, as
the officer takes the dazed and bewild
ered culprit below.
Crowning the Cz:
In the office of a certain Western
railroad superintendent it was under
stood that when a common-looking
stranger entered the outer office and
asked for the Great Mogul, one of the
several young men therein employed
should claim to be the official wanted
and thus turn the bore away. The
other day a web-footed stranger with a
business squint to his eyes, asked to see
the superintendent, and the chief clerk
promptly replied:
Yes, sir; what can I do for you?”
Are you the man?”
I am.”
L No mistake?”
None at all.”
Then it’s all right. Six mouths ago
one of your trains killed a cow for me,
and you have been just mean enough
not to answer any of my letters. Old
boss, I’m going to lick thirty-five dol
lars out of you.”
“But, sir, you see—”
“I see nothing but you! Prepare to
be licked.”
And the proxy superintendent was
not only mopped around tlie room and
flung into the wood-box as limp as a
clothes-line, but the cow-owner kicked
the others out-doors and upset the desks
and tables with the remark:
The next time I do business with
this corporation I want you not only to
reply to my letters, but to put ‘in haste’
on your^nvelopes!”
The 27tli of May was a beautiful day
in Moscow, and the coronation of Alex
ander III, as Czar of all the Ilussias
took place in the Cathedral of the Holy
Assumption in the Kremlin, in Moscow,
in the presence of a distinguished as
semblage. A special account of the
ceremony says:
I have just returned from the Krem
lin. Moscow is wild with excitement.
Cannon are everywhere firing in single
shots and in volleys, and 5,000 bells are
ringing, as only the bells of Moscow
can ring, in honor of the event which
makes the 15th of May, in the Russian
calendar, a red-letter day in the annals
of the Russian Empire. Alexander III.,
who succeeded his father more than
two years ago on the throne of all the
Russias, has at last been crowned and
appointed sovereign of the vast empire
which owns his sway. This morning,
in the presence of his imperial relations,
his Court, the various deputies of his
people, and the representatives of the
States and kingdoms of the world, ci
vilized and semi-barharous, he assumed
the imperial crown and was anointed
with the holy oil, thus confirming and
consecrating, in the eyes of his myriad
subjects, the righteousness of his rule
and the sanctity of his person. More
than once during the past two years- I
have heard the opinion expressed by
peasants in the country that tlie present
Emperor was only half a Czar so long
as he remained uncrowned. The com
pletion of the ceremony which lias so
deep a significance in the eyes of ail or
thodox Russia is now being flashed
along the wires to every part of the vast
empire—to the wandering Samoyedes,
to the fierce mountaineers of the Cau
casus, to the survivors of Geok Tepe,
to the distant shores of the Pacific—
and everywhere the reign of Alexander
III. acquires a new and higher prestige
from the solemn celebration which Mos
cow has been privileged to witness to
day.
By 8:30 A. M. the cathedral was
filled by all the officials aiid nobles of
the highest rank and station in Russia,
with tlie exception of those who formed
a part of the imperial procession. The
appearance of the interior was magnifi
cent. The Eikonostasis, glittering with
gold, formed a background to the pict
ure. In the centre, between the Jour
great columns, was a scarlet canopy
with a double-headed eagle and embla-
zonings and plumes in black, yellow
and white. Under this stood the throne
and before it a table for the regalia.
Every point of space on the floor of the
cathedral, save that occupied by the im
perial tombs, was crowded with the
assembly in brilliant uniforms of every
color, while the clergy, in gorgeous
robes, extending in double lines from
the dais to the entrance, presented the
not least striking feature of the scene.
The ceremony began with the chant
ing of the Te Doum by tlie choir, and
were deeply impressive throughout.
They included an address from the Me
tropolitan of Novgorod to the Emperor,
that he should be pleased “to profess
the orthodox Catholic faith according
to belief;” tliS Emperor’s profession;
the singing of litanies; the placing of
the imperial purple ou his shoulders;
the placing of tlie crown, winch the
Enqieror placed on his head with his
own hands; the giving to him of the
sceptre and orb by the Archbishop: the
crowning of tlie Empress with her smal
ler crown by the Emperor; the reading
of the Enqieror’s full list of titles; a
final prayer; the ringing of all the bells,
and the tiring of 101 rounds of cannon;
the Emperor’s prayer invoking Divine
support; the prayer of all present for
the same object; and a Te Deum by the
choir. Then followed the liturgy, the
anointing of the Enqieror, the partak
ing of the Sacrament by tlie Emperor,
and closing prayers and singing.
The Czar was so overcome with emotion
that at one time he sobbed aloud, though
his voice was firm in making profession
of faith. The Czar issued his manifesto
early last evening, and conferred an
order on M. de Giers, the Russian Min
ister of Foreign Affairs.
kings” and ranch-owners, who eongre
gate in the hotels after making their
shipments and talk of their business
prospects, the state of the market, the
chances for a favorable winter, and the
respective merits of bunch and buffalo
grass. As a rule they are quiet, reser
ved men, with rough exteriors, hut gen
tlemanly in manner and thoroughly in
earnest in the pursuit of their lucrative
calling. They are mostly men above
the average in intelligence, and the
deference paid to them by the smaller
fry and the cowboys is noticeable. They
are men who own or have a controlling
interest in vast herds of cattle, and have
large interests at stake.
Washington's Home.
Photographing on Flesh.
In a Cattle Town.
A French physician recoomends the
treatment of burns with ail of turpen
tine, covering the place with gamed [City, the cattle metropolis of Montana,
gold beater’s skin. • Another is furnished by the “cattle
Miles City, Montana Territory, is the
head quarters and principal shipping
point of the great cattle interest of the
Territory, and its proximity to Fort
Keogh, which is only two miles distant,
gives it additional prominence as a
trading place. The town itself has a
curious interest for the stranger, being
in many respects different in its charac
teristics from the other towns on the
line. It is more like a typical border
town and more in consoance with the
generally accepted nature of what a
border town should be. Cowboys with
lariats hanging on their saddles are
seen at every turn, riding on the stout
little broncho ponies of the plains;
rough-looking men are loafing on the
streets corners; occasionally a “big In
dian,” with a squaw or two following
him, stalks across the scene, and on
each side of the street are innumerable
places of low resort, in which tlie com
bined attractions of rum and gambling
are openly advertised. These places
we so numerous, indeed, that they seem
at first glance to constitute the chief
industry of the town. At night they
present a curious spectacle. Nearly all
are large rooms opening on the street.
The doors are kept wide open when the
weather will permit and inside may be
seen a motley crowd of men and women.
On one side of the room is a long bar
fr om which beer and whisky are dis
pensed, and about which there is al
ways a crowd. Scattered about the
room are three or four faro lay-out,
with grim and intensely interested
groups of players standing around them.
Scattered among the groups are several
Chinamen, for John tlirives on the
frontier even has he does in the large
cities, and, if he escapes being lassooed
by a mischievous cowboy, is allowedto
pursue in peace the usual vocations of
liis race. At some of the tables women
act as dealers of the game, and appar
ently they are regarded with the utmost
respect by the rough men who are tempt
ing fortune and waisting their hard-
earned savings. Everything is conduct
ed quietly and in the most orderly man
ner. To be sure, there is a revolver or
two ostentatiously displayed at the side
of a heap of money and chips on the
table, or sticking in a menacing way
from a player’s broad buckskin belt;
but they are seldom used and seemed to
be carried more in a spirit of reckless
bravado than for offensive or defensive
purposes. In warm weather the gaming
tables are removed to the edge of the
plank sidewalks, and on a pleasant
summer evening the spectacle is one
that does not impress a stranger with
the high moral tone of the inhabitants.
Such is one phase of life in Miles
The ladies composing the Council of
the Regent and Vice Regents of Mount
Vernon were in session at Washington’s
old homestead recently. Mrs. Lily
Macalester Laughton, who represents
Pennsylvania, presided as regent. Mis.
Comegys, the vice regent of Delaware,
was able to he present for the first time
in six years. The others present were:
Mrs. Gweat, the vice regent of Maine,
who is secretary; Miss Alice Longfel
low, of Massachusetts; Mrs. Chase, of
Rhode Island; Mrs. Pickens, of South
Carolina; Mrs. Hudson, of Connecti
cut; Mrs. Halstead, of New Jersey;
Mrs. Herbert, of Alabama; Mrs. Eve,
of Georgia; Airs. Townsend, of New
York; All's. Walker, of North Caro
lina; Af rs. Yulee, of Florida, and Mrs.
Broadwell, of Ohio. The latter lady
is the sister of the late General Lytle
and the cousin of Airs. Laughton. Airs.
Ball, of Virginia, and Airs. Barnes, of
tlie District of Columbia, each having
recently lost her husband, have been
unable to attend. Alias Harper, of
Maryland, did not arrive until Friday.
■The restoration of the rooms under
taken by various States has progressed
admirably during the past year and
Mis. Pickens, of South Carolina, holies
that before another year lmr efforts to
raise funds to restore and lumish that
taken by her State—Washington’s pri
vate dining room—will be crowned by
success. Alayor Courtney, the very
patriotic Alayor of Charleston, S. C., is
the treasurer of the fund being raised.
The first entertainment for this pur
pose was given at Mrs. Pickens’ home,
Edgefield, and another was given by
her stepdaughter, Airs. Judge Bacon,
at Columbia. The South Carolina
room is the only one now awaiting re
storation. Pennsylvania’s room, under
Mrs. Laughton’s management, has been
entirely furnished with furniture actu
ally used by General Washington, the
carpet only excepted, for it is said
among all his orders for house
hold ware no record of his ever order
ing or buying a carpet has yet been
found.
Among the improvements within a
year at Mount Vernon are a new fence,
a new drive from the landing to the
mansion, a large and comfortable new
frame lunch room, adjoining the kitchen,
where visitors sit to eat lunch while
waiting for the boat, and a field of
eighteen acres planted in wheat, from
'vj^iclia fine crop is expected. The very
irtelement winter and extraordinarily
late spring have seriously reduced the
receipts from visitors this year. The
boat could make no trips during one
entire fortnight last winter, when the
river was frozen. It has stopi>edits
trips on week days only once before in
five years on account of the river being
closed by ice. That was in the winter
of 1880-81, when it was unuavigable fo r
about five weeks.
Before Senator Malione, of Virginia,
came into power the Legislature of
that State always appointed a Board of
Visitors to go to Alouut Vernon during
the Council of the Regents and attend
to business with them. Since the Ma-
hone administration began no board has
been appointed. The day the Roard of
Visitors attended was always a gala day
at Alount Vernon.
Perils of Lake Michigan.
Lake Michigan is more perilous to the
navigator than any other of the great
Northern lakes. This is owing partly,
to its lack of convenient harbors and
sheltering islands or headlands, and
partly to the peculiar suddenness and
great violence of the gales that sweep
it, particularly in tlie spring and au
tumn. Both these causes of frequent
shipwrecks are particularly manifest at
this end of the lake. Two shipwrecks
have already occurred this spring with
in twenty-live miles of the port of Chi
cago, both of them in the vicinity of that
peculiarly dangerous locality, Grosse
Point (Evanston). The government
maintains there a first-class lighthouse,
a couple of steam fog-horns, also first-
class, and a well-equipped life-saving-
station, whose crew have shown their
efficency in both the recent shipwrecks.
But all the precautionary arrangements
for the benefit of mariners do not pre
vent frequent shipwrecks at tlie peril
ous place. Northward of the point on
which the light-house stands, the dir
ection of the shore is such that it re
ceives the full and direct force of every
northeast gale and the oblique force of
about all other gales It is a shore absolute
ly without bay, inlet, indentation, or
protection of any kind against the force
of the sea for a distance of 50 miles,
with water so shoal fully a mile seaward
that the only hope of escape from ship
wreck for the vessel which is carried
by a northeaster too far west to double
the point is in the holding strength of
its anchors. The anchorage, however, is
nowhere in tliat vicinity very good, an
other circumstance that lias contribut
ed to make Grosse Point tlie terror of
seamen and the grave of many a ship
almost in sight of the entrance to this
harbor. The time probably is not very
distant when to the lighthouse, the
hideous fog-horns, the life boats and
other Government appliances at that
point will have to be added a mole,
sea-wall, or some kind of artificial con
trivance which will afford, if not shel
ter, at least a comfortable anchoring-
place for ships in distress. At present
the only safety of a ship in a gale is to
give Grosse Point a very wide berth,
and that, in the teeth of a first-class
Lake Michigan gale, is not an easy tiling
for a ship bound to Chicago to do.
A new triumph of photographic art
is reported. It is claimed that by this
process an indelible likeness of any
object can lie produced on the human
cuticle, and that, unlike the barbarous
method of tattooing, the new discovery
is rapid, accurate, cheap, and painless.
“The idea, for instance,” says one who
is interested in making the’ operation
popular, “of having with one an indeli
ble imprint on the i>erson of any object
of affection, a dear relative, a favorite
horse, dog, bird or cat, is certainly a
very pleasing one. Indeed, to those
without sentimental feelings such a
discovery would prove of interest as
affording a chance to carry constantly
with them a reminder of their worldly
goods, their houses, lands, ships, or
other property.”
“Yes, that sounds very pretty,” said
a veteran operator, “hut there isn’t
much in it. I’ve been staining
hands with acids for nearly thirty years
in the business, and have yet to learn
of any such process, From my exjie-
rience out on the plains I think that,
outside of tattooing, Apache war-paint
will last longer than any photographic
chemicals. There was once a man here
called the Blue Alan, who took some
thing internally for fits which perma
nently changed the color of his skin,
hut that’s the only instance I know of.
Now, I can put a picture or imprint
on your skin, hut you must understand
there’s a good deal of fancy work in
our business not comprehended bv the
uninitiated. But, after all, we have to
come down to the light of the sun anil
the same nitrate of silver which col
ored the blue mail internally for (un
real material.
“Now, I can put a picture on the side
of a house as well as on your skin, and
Iierhaps better, if the paint don’t ]ieel
off as fast as your skin does. In point
of fact, a picture will liot last as long
on your skin where it is covered by
clothing as it will on the exposed cuti
cle. This is because the body con
stantly throws out perspiration when
covered, and perspiration is a deadly
enemy to chemicals. But the greut
objection to this so-called triumph in
photographic art is this:—If I take an
imprint on your hand, for instance, or
on your leg, arm, chest, or back, your
muscles, and, in fact, your entire body
must he in a certain fixed position.
You may, for instance, have an imprint
of a beautiful woman on your hand
when ojien. Clench your fist, and the
imprint, of course, liecomes a carica
ture, the same as those India rubber or
gutta-percha faces you see for sale in
the streets. Why, in order to have
pictures accurate we have even to cut
our paper in a certain way. All paper
stretches when wet, and if cut in one
way many a thin face has been made to
look fat, anil vice versa. We have to
cut our paper so as to get the least
stretching.
French Detectives.
Les Agents Secrets are not only per
sonally unknown to the general public,
hut, save in exceptional cases, even to
each other. It is known where they
may be found at a moment’s notice
when wanted; but, as a rule, they do
uot frequent the Prefecture more than
can be bellied. They have nothin
whatever to do with serving summon
ses or executing warrants. There are
among them men who have lived in al
most every class of life, and each of
them has what may be called a special
line of business of his own. In the
course of their duty some of them mix
witli tlie receivers of stolen goods,
others with thieves; many with what
are called in Paris commercial rascals,
and not a few with those whose
dustry” it is to melt silver and other
property of a like valuable nature.
Forgers, shari>ers ot all kinds, house
breakers, and korse-stealers—a very
numerous and most industrious class in
Paris—have each and all their special
agents of the police, who watch them
and know where to lay hands upon them
when they are “wanted.” A French
detective who cannot assume and “act
up to” any character, and who cannot
disguise himself in any manner so ef
fectually as not to be recognized even
by those who know him best, is not
considered fit to hold his appointment.
Their ability in this way is marvelous.
One of them some years ago made me a
bet that he would, in the course of the
next few days, address me four times,
fol' at least 10 minutes each time, and
that I should not know him on any oe
easion until he discovered himself. As
a nutter of course I was on my guard
md mistrusted every one who came in his study V work of about 1,500,
near me. But the man won Ins bet. It > -- > • . , . - ’
is needless to enter into particulars.
Let it suffice to say that in the course
of the next four days he presented him
self in the character of a bootmaker’s
assistant, a fiacre driver, a venerable
old gentleman with a great interest in
the Bourse, and, finally, as a waiter i]
the hotel in which 1 .was stopping
Assuredly, the man deserved to win his
bet, for in no single case had Ithefa int
est suspicion of his identity.
“Yerba-lHate”
A number of parties in the East and
South are consideriqg the question of
introducing the cultivation anil sale of
the “Yerba-mate,” or Paraguay tea
into this country. This article is in
great favor in South America and lias
been so from time immemorial,
highly is it prized that even in certain
of the coffee-producing districts of
South America it is consumed in much
larger quantities than the coffee.
In the Argentine republic tlie quan
tity imported from Paraguay and
Brazil is more than six times in value
that of the tea and coffee imported.
Consul Baker, of Buenos Ayres, in
writing ot tlie general use of this
beverage there, says: “It lias come
down from a former generation as a
sort of official institution, which has
become venerable and must not be in
terfered with. And every day, both in
the public offices of the nation and of
the province, the hours of ‘siesta’ are
set apart, to a great extent, for an in
discriminate bout at the ‘mate cup’—all
employes, from the great minister of
the Government to the porter who
guards the door, taking turns at the
fombilla.”
The “mate,” he says, is considered
especially useful in “postponing hun
ger,” the drivers of caravans and Ar
gentine ganehos taking them “mate
the morning, and eating nothing until
tlie end of tlie day, when a full meal is
taken. The "mate” is imbibed scald
ing hot through a tube inserted m the
cup or gourd, and in the homes of tlie
wealthy these circulate all day, one
tube doing general service, and a refu
sal of this hospitality by a guest is con
sidered an act of rudeness.
Those who have studied the question
believe that the mate can be success
fully grown in the Southern portions of
this country, and it is probable some
experiments will be made both in im
portation of the article as prepared in
South America and in an attempt to
produce it here. It is the product of a
small tree of the holy family, the leaves
and tender twigs being used for the
tea. The taste is a slight bitter, with
a peculiar and palatable aroma. Tlie
methods of curing and preparing are
very simple, and tlie cost about one-
fifth of that of tea or coffee.
Aii Old Comnmioucr.
Aaron Burr’s original commission as
attorney-at-law, signed by Chief Jus
tice Richard Morris, of New York State,
February 1,1782, is now in the relic-
room of the Ohio State House. It is
written on vellum, eight and a half by
ten inches in size, and bears a red wax
seal, with the motto- “Laudem vin-
cit.” On the same page of the scrap-
boot in which it is parted is one of the
old State lottery tickets, with the in
scription: “Not two blaDkstoaprize.”
Young men, save that penny; pick
up that pin; let the account be correct
to a farthing, find out what that ribbon
costs before you take it; pay tlie half
dime your friend handed you to make
change with; in a word, be economical,
be accurate and know what you are
doing; he honest and then he generous,
for all you have or acquire thus be
longs to you by every rule of right and
you may put it to any good use you
please. It is not parsimony to be eco
nomical. It is not small to know the
price of the article you are about to
purchase, or to remember a little you
owe,—What if you do meet Bill Pride
decked out in a mucli better suit than
yours, the price of which he has not
learned yet trom the tailor, who laughs
at your faded dress, and old fashioned
notions of honesty and right—your day
will come. Franklin, from a peiiny
saving boy, walking in the streets with
a loaf of bread under his arm, became a
companion of kings.
The (Juecu.
K'aits In Housekeeping.
Another convenience at Aunt Jane’s
is tlie two dustpans and the chamber
broom hung in the back entry upstairs.
You know when one has been cutting
out work in her room there will be lit
ter, or when the boys are not careful to
use tlie door-mat, they will leave traces
of mud on the carpet, and what a trouble
it is to run down stairs after broom and
dustpan. Aunt Jane said she never
could afford to carry her one hundred
and forty pounds of weight up and down
stairs every time a room needed extra
sweeping, when a new broom costs
thirty-five cents and second dustpan ten.
While she was about it, she would have
a dust-bin too, and if you lift tlie cover
of that large box in brown linen and
red trimming in the corner of tlie pas
sage upstairs, you will find it an old
tin cracker-box, to receive sweepings
from the bedrooms. They are all swept
thoroughly once a week of course, but
between whiles all transient sweepings
go into this box, which is emptied at
convenience. Aunt Jane counts that
this second broom and pan which cost
40 cents in all, have saved her going up
and down stairs at least five times a
week for tlie last five years, or thirteen
hundred times, and allowing that inte
rest on the first investment might make
tlie price of her broom and tilings 75
cents; 1 cent fare saves her from goinj
up and down seventeen times, and she
considers it cheap. I know a family
who went without a new dustpan ten
years after they needed it, anil made
tlie old one do, because they never felt
they could afford to pay half a dollar—
country price—just for a convenience.
But the mistress said when she had to
get a new one finally, and thought of
all the backaches anil vexations about
sweeping up she might have saved by
getting it liefore, she felt too big a fool
to stay in the family.
The boys’ bed stands in a corner of
their room, away from the windows,
and inconvenient to reach for making.
You know how unwholesome it is for
my one who sleeps at tlie back of a bed
in such a position where no fresh air
reaches it. Yet how tiresome it is to
pull the bedstead out every night, and
push it out of the way in the morning,
tlie room being too small to allow its
standing out. The casters are too
small. Get a larger size or broad woo
den wheels, and you can push the bed
stead back and forth easier than you
can move a chair. The hoys can pull
it out at night into tlie best air in the
room, and shove it back to give them
room for dressing. You can move it
about as you like to tuck in the clothes
when making the bed, and leave it out
to air when no one is -in tlie room; a
toucii will put it in place any time, and
tlie broad tires will not wear tlie carpet
like small iron ones. It is a trifle to see
that the furniture in a house has easy
castors, hut tlie difference in ease of
moving and keeping it neat will sur
prise yon. It’s tlie principle of having
two tea-kettles over again—that com
forts are always cheap.
There is a remarkable clock at Leeds
Castle, in Kent, tlie seat of Air. C.
Wykeham Atartin. It is within the
castle: but has no dial. It strikes on a
bell bearing the date 1435, which seems
to l.e the probable date of tlie clock, and
oniliat VieII the curfew is rung every
night at 8 o’ clock—a custom which
lias been kept up ever since the castle
was built, about 1280. The striking
part of the clock is in its original con
dition. lint tlie going part has been al
tered to adopt it to a pendulum
There can hardly he a doubt that may
if not most, of the ancient abbeys,
cathedrals, and castles had similar
clocks, but i nat^ like the celebrated
clock of Ilii hard Wallingford at St.
Albans, they- have been destmyed; and
I think it vi rv probable that much in
formation might he gained on the sub
ject if the faVvie rolls of the cathedrals
were examin&l with that object,
These were all fixed clocks ot' large
size; lint we now come to tlie domestic,
or indoor house clocks; which were of
smaller size, and not permanent fix
tures, hut movable, being hung up
against a wall or set upon a bracket,
with the weights and chains hanging
down, generally exposed. These clocks,
though not absolute fixtures, could not
conveniently lie moved or carried about.
They must have coine into use in the
fifteenth century; but, with tlie excep
tion of that already mentioned, I have
never-seen a. clock of that description
as early as 1500, and it is a curious
thing what lias become of them. Some
were richly and highly ornamented, for
I am now sitting before a very fine
large and early picture of St, Jerome
beautifully anil minutely executed; and
here is represented,' hanging against
tlie wall above his head, an extremely
elegant clock, with weight and counter
poise hanging from it. Tlie case of the
clock is apparently of gilt metal of most
elegant form, elaborately ornamented
with a beautiful rich and delicate cin
que cento design. The hour circle is
apparently of white metal, and the dial
is red. This seems to show what tho
style of room clocks was at that time;
but none of them seems to have come
down to us, certainly none lias come
over here, anil 1 do not remember to
have seen any in continental museums;
but it is now many years since I have
travelled, and the museums may all
have been rearranged and new antique
objects brought out and displayed. 1
am, however, fortunately in possession
ot one small hanging clock, lint that is
of the sixteenth century. That and tlie
beautiful clock at Windsor Castle made
for Aline Boleyn arc tlie only two
weight clocks that I can call to mind.
The domestic clocks divide them
selves into two classes, those which go
by weight and those of whicli the mo
tive power is a coiled spring, which was
not applied till about 15U0, and these
spring clocks form the class of chamber
anil table clocks. The weight clocks,
which the dealers are apt to call fif
teen century clocks, arc, in fact, the
wfrrk of the sixteenth aud seventeenth
outlines—at least I have never heard
of one earlier.
Mr. Alorgan infers from the marked
similarity of tlie brass house clocks of
tiie sixteenth century that there were
brass works at Clerkemvell aud Cover
tly which supplied brass frames and
lials to tlie cloekmakers in London and
the provincial towns.
South Bernera.
Queen Victoria of England was sixty-
four years old on the 24th of May. She
has reigned almost forty-six years—her
reign having been longer than that of
any. English sovereign except Henry
III, who ruled 56 years, Edward III.,
50 years, and George III., 60 years,
—Reports up to date show 250 persons
to have been killed by tornadoes in this
country since January 1. During 1881,
187 persons thus lost their lives, and in
Scandinavians aS Settlers.
The Scandinavians have less desire
to render themselves conspicuous than
any class of foreigners among as. They
exhibit none of the feelings of clannish
ness common to the most other people.
They not only come here to stay but to
adopt oiu' Customs, institutions, man
ners and language. They have never
asked to have their language taught in
the public schools, but, ou the other
hand, a large number of adult Scandi
navians attend night school for the
purpose of learning the English lan
guage. In several of the Scandinavian
churches seivices are conducted in the
English language once each Sunday,
while the same language is employed
in teaching in tlie Sunday Schools. The
Swedes, Danes and Norwegians are (en
tirely satisfied with one country at a
time. They leave the old countiy for
good on coming to this countiy. We
never hear of Swedish-Americans.
Norwegian-Americans, and Danisli-
Americans. Possibly in their love for
this country anil their feeling of entire
adoption some Scandinavians forgot to
state that they were Northmen. They
employed so good English in answering
the interrogations of the census-taker
that they were put down as native
Americans.
—A primeval red wood forest has
been discovered in San Louis Obsipo
county, Cal., near the head waters of
the Rio Sisquoe. Also a magnificent
waterfall, where thG ’•'■'iters of the Sis
quoe pour over a piec.pbe six or seven
handled feet in height.
One mile from Afingalay lies South
Bernera, the southernmost of tlie Isles,
a hold mass of gneiss, about a mile in
length anil half a mile in width, slopin'’
gradually downward towards the east"
but presenting to tlie westwerd wares
a precipitous front of about 700 feet in
height, crowned with a magnificent
lighthouse and granite and iron, such
as may defy tlie wildest storm, and
warn all mariners to keep as far as pos
sible from this deadly coast. It is said
that this blessed light can be discerned
at a distance of upwards of thirty miles
hut practically the height of the era"
on which it lias been placed i~found to
be a disadvantage, as its light is often
shrouded in mist, while all is clear be
low. Lonely indeed is the lot of the
men in charge of this beacon light, left
to their own resources on this utter
most isle, their only communication
with the other world being when, twice
a year, tlie light-house stores are
brought by a steamer, which can only
lie to for a few hours, for there is no
manner of anchorage, and tlie only pos'-
sible landing is a shelving ledge ofr
rock, on which lie who would go ashore
must spring at tlie moment when his
boat rises on tlie crest of a wave, and
then make the best of his way to tlie
summit by scrambling up a slippery
shelving rock.
Once a year, too, a priest from Barra
comes here to visit his little lloek
numbering about two score—a fine’
hardy, self-reliant race. Their isle sup
plies pasture for cows and goats, so they
nave the blesshitt of croml mill.-* ntiu,.
nave tlie blessing of good milk; other
wise tlie sea-birds who congregate on
tlie cliffs— puffins and auks, guillemots
and kittewakes—supply their larder
with fresh meat in summer and salt
meat for winter use; also with oil for
their lamps and feathers for bedim’.
When fishing is possible, tlie boats go
off to wrest a harvest, from the sea—
cuddies, haddock, herring, flounders,
lytbe and sytlie, rock-codlings, and
sKate, Eels they will not touch, but
dog-fish are welcome, and are salted
anil dried for winter store. In the
spring time thousands of eggs are
takeu by bold cragsmen, who advent
ure and sometimes sacrifiae their lives
in the quest.
Amended ProverlM.
’Tis an ill wind that blows snow good.
A half loaf is better than a whole
loafer.
East-traveling slander is a tell-lie-
,gram.
It is easier to run hi debt than it is to
crawl out again.
Always judge a man by his depth—in
stead of his length.
No man can afford to put on airs un
less he can raise the wind.
The wheel of fortune runs slow, be-
cause its felloes are tired.
Bank defaulters should be haunted
by the ghost of a Bank-owe.
If the wages of sin is death, how slow
some men are in collecting their just
dues.
1 ew men are aware they possess a
conscience until caught committine a
crime. ”
A man never swears vengeance tm‘
his neighbor’s dog only when his own
canine cannot lick him
* his success in life
to the hisses at his enemies iimtmui qt
the plaudits of his friends.
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