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W. F. SMITH, Publisher.
VOLUME VIII.
SOUTHERN HEWS.
The Texas House has roted down the
j>roposition to exempt manufacturers
from taxation.
Joseph Jefferson has ordered 100,009
feet of lumber for his $85,000 house on
Orange Island, La.
The managers of the Camberdown Cot
ton Mills at Greenville, 8. C., have de
termined to employ 250 additional opera
tives.
The Supreme Court of Mississippi has
decided that the city charter of Natchez
does not authorize the levy of a tax on
drummers.
ihe Way cross (Ga.) Reporter learns
that the farmers of that section are turn
ing their attention to the cultivation of
r-ea island cotton.
The government work at the mouth of
Si. John’s river, Fla., is progressing, and
it is said that it will make that river one
of the most important in the Union.
The contractors who have undertaken
to drain Lake Okeechobee In Florida are
to receive fifty per cent, of ull lunds re
claimed now or hereafter belonging to the
State.
In 1875 there were 3,942 schools in
Tennessee, with an average attendance
of 136,805. In 1880 there were 5,522
schools, with an average attendance of
191,461.
An Alapaha, Ga., correspondent of the
Savannah News says that land suitable
for truck farming can be purchased in
Berrien county for $1 per acre and up
ward, according to locality and improve
ments.
The house where Sherman received
Johnston’s surrender fifteen years ago
has been converted into a town of 8,500
inhabitants and factories paying nearly
$900,000 annual revenue tax. Yellow
tobacco has done it.
Bishop Stevens presided at ihe Charles
ton convocation < f the Reformed Episco
pal church. The work of that church in
South Carolina is confined to the colored
I>eople, among whom it has been very
effective, Nineteen buildiugs for public
worship have been erected during the
last five years.
The Putnam county (Fla.) Herald
says that an agent of ihe Italian govern
ment has been in Florida and has just re
turned to Italy, lie advocates Florida
as a home for his countrymen, and a large
immigration to that State may be expect
ed. Arrangements are being perfected
with the Oriental Steamship Company
for their passage.
Huntsville (Tex.) Item : Total con
victs on hand February 1, 2,140 (consist
ing of 2,111 State and 29 United States).
How employed: in prison at Huntsville,
405; hired about Huntsville, 21; on Husk
prison construction, 198; in iron foundry
force, 99 ; in wood-cutting forces, 205;
in plantation forces, 940.
Speaking of the harbor at that place,
the Brunswick (Ga.) Adver iser says
that, in addition to the construction of a
liuc of crib-jetty for the maintenance of
n deeper channel, dredging operations
have been carried on with a view of es
tablishing an improved navigable chan
nel eighty feet in width and twelve feet
in depth at mean low water.
The prosperity of Columbus, Ga., ac
cording to the Enquirer Sun, has been
remarkable. The business of the city
has increased over 1,000,000 in live years.
The total sales of last year amounted to
$5,852,866 against $5,530,020 for 1879.
$5,383,970 for 1878, $1,966,556 for 1877,
and $4,517,986 for 1876. The increase
over 1879 is $122,846, and over 1876
$1,134,600.
I'he oldest living ex-member of Con
gress is the Hon, John A. Cuthbert, of
Mobile. He was born at Savannah, Ga.,
in 1788; graduated at Princeton College
in 1805; served in the war of 1812-15,
and was a Representative from Alabama
from ISI9 to 1821, sixty years ago- He
is still hale and hearty, and practices
law in the courts of Mobile.
It is estimated that there are above
20,000 terrapins on Mulford Dorian’s
terrapin farm, on Mobile bay, about
thirty miles below Mobile, Ala. He
purcha es of the country people on Mis
sissippi Sound about 8,000 a year, at
about $3 per dozen, and adds them to his
farm. He ships about 12,000 per year
io New York, where tiiev bring $3 to $lB
per dozen. The cost of feeding them is
about $1 per dozen per annum.
Tue inland fisheries of eastern North
Carolina yield $500,000 per annum and
employ 4,000 men. One hundred miles
from the coast is said to be the finest re~
pien in the United States for garden
UttiMle dfeorpi' >
truck, it is too lew for late frosts, and
gains an artificial earliness of spring,
Capt. R. A. Sliotwell, editor of the
Farmer and Mechanic, says, from the
warmth of the Gulf stream. Double
crops can be made—sl2s worth of green
peas per acre or SIOO worth of potatoes,
followed by SSO worth of cotton. The
growing season lasts from February to
November.
New Orleans Democrat: The negroes
of Shubuta, Miss., got the Kansas craze
last year, ana appointed one of their
number to visit that Eldorado and see
whether it was advisable for them to go
there. The emissary lias just returned
to Shubuta, after a thorough investiga
tion of Kansas, and is stumping Missis
si; pi against the exodus. There is, he
declares, no demand for negro labor in
thi State, and those unfortunate darkies
who have emigrated there are suffering
greatly. The Shubuta darkies have
given up all idea of going North, ar.d
such of them as are leaving home are
emigrating to Louisiana and the Yazoo
bottoms.
It is estimated, according to elaborate
specifications in the Memphis papers,
that to avert the plague and render Mem
phis habitable ar.d to enable her to re
cover from her now prostrate condition,
will require the expenditure of $1,750,000
for stone paving, grading and curbing,
SIOO,OOO for sidewalks, $5 } ,OO : for bridg
es, and SBOO,OOO for sewer connections.
Estimates for school and other taxes for
various State, county and municipal pur
poses show* the necessity cf a total in
evitable annual tax for the next two
years of $8 95 on the SIOO, to which, if
we add the proposed annual levy of fifty
cents to pay the old city debt, we make
the total tax to $9 45. Truly Memphis
is prostrate. Such a tax can scarcely be
borne.
Double Consciousness.
The disappearance of the Rev. John
Marsland, of Windham County, Connecti
cut, and bis explanation when he was
found at Binghamton, N. Y., 400 miles
away from Ills residence, that all that
had happened in the interval was a blank
to him, brings up the mooted question
whetlier there is or is not such a disease
as double consciousness. Many skeptics
aver that such a condition of mind is
impossible, but. several physicians of
this city’ and Paris declare mat the diag
nosis of this mental disorder is well de
fined.
Dr. William A. Hammond, of New
York city, being asked his opinion on
the subject said:
“No doubt that amnesia, or double
consciousness, exists in both a chronic
and acute form. It is something more
than absent mindedness or temporary
insanity. I have classified it as a mild
form of epilepsy. Many cases have oome
under my notice. Among them was
that of a "patient in a large mercantile
establishment, who left his office at 11
o’clock to got a signature to a paper
from a gentleman whose place of busi
ness was distaut only a few minutes’ walk.
He had not returned at 3 o’clock, and, os
was subsequently ascertained, visited the
office and obtained the signature, and
left, apparently in good health, at 11:30.
He did not appeal 1 at his own office till
nearly 5 o’clock. The last thing he recol
lected was passing St Paul’s church, at
the corner of Broad wav and Vesey street.
It was subsequently iound he had gone
to Brooklyn, visited a newspaper office
there, and purchased a newspaper. He
then returned to New York, got into an
omnibus at Fulton ferry, left it at the
comer of Twenty-third street, entered
the Fifth Avenue "Hotel, and while there
recovered recollection.”
‘ * An even more interesting case oc
curred in the autumn of 1875. A patient,
who was a manufacturer, left liis office
at S a in. to buy some bulbs. He re
mained away eight days, and no trace
was obtained of him during that
time. Subsequently it was ascertained
that he had been to" theaters, and hotels,
where he slept, and stores where he made
purchases, and that he made a journey of
100 miles from New York. Losing his
ticket he was put off’ at a way station,
and, returning to New York, passed the
night at a hotel, and on the eighth day,
at about 10 o’clock, made his appearance
at his office. He had no recollection of
what occurred, though he acted coher
ently and had drank nothing intoxicating
except a glass of ale, which he had with
some oysters in a restaurant on Sixth
avenue.”
Dr. Hammond s daughter has com
pleted a novel entitled “Mr. Perkin's
Daughter,” which has been accepted by
G. P. Putnam’s Sons. The plot turns
upon the idea of a double consciousness.
The heroine, while in the “second state, ’
engages herself to be married, and when
she recovers her normal condition has
forgotten all about that. The publishers
have induced Dr. Hammond to write a
preface, which certifies that this pheno
menon of double consciousness is recog
nized by the medical profession.— Min
neapolis Trihvnc.
i.nefiftes‘&mi friends.
A wise man, says the London TPor/tf,
weighs the value of his friends not by
what they might have done for him, but
by what they have omitted to do against
him: and it adds that in thinking of
enemies one should be thankful that
they have spared one often, rather than
be vindictive because they have assailed
one occasionally.
Devoted to Industrial lifarrst, liffu lb of Traill, tlie EatafclhshaifDt of Justice, and the Presemtioa if aPeopleß Coveriiaeßt-
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
my nrtßAm
Who took mo ftotr r*y childhood’* homo,
To lota mo for tar*rl alone,
▲ad to r my mmlßeo atone?
My hastond.
Who gambled at the poor horf-teak,
And bade ran better ooffae m^ko,
And told me frailer can to take?
My husband.
Who swore beoauoe the baby cried.
And to tlio sj>ar\-room quiekl hied,
Wtiile I to quiet, raiuly triud ?
My husband.
Who tore the buttons oS his shirt,
And said I cobid those iUs avert,
If I vraa more on the alert?
My husband.
Who bado ino arise, the fire to make.
While he another nap should take,
Although I’d boo a all night awake?
My husband.
Who, when I ask for half a erown,
K.ults up his brows into a frown.
And asks me where the other’s gone?
My husband.
And when I see my mother dear,
Who tries my lonely lot to cheer.
Who says she’s dreadfully, dreadfully queer?
My husband.
Who stays out tIU late at night,
And then eomes home so very tight
That I nearly die of fright?
My hiuband.
Who breaks the china, alams the door,
Leaves all his slothes upon the door,
And swears it’s all a dreadful bore?
kiy hiuband.
And who do I, tor his dear sake,
Of every sacrifice parwko,
Lest L, his confidence should shake?
My husband.
Atiue Ellis, in the Toledo Blade.
JEAN GLENfiOWEII.
“Dear Lady Elizabeth, will you not
redeem your promise now, and tell mo
why that grand old castle we visited
yesterday is left to be the abode of owls
and bats, while its master wanders in
foreign lands? Look—from your east
window here the setting sun is just kiss
ing the old tower and tall chimneys
‘good-night.’ It is just the hour for a
story; please, Lady Morton, tell me
about it. ”
A shadow crossed the face of my beauti
ful old friend, and her dark eyes looked
sadly across the beautiful English
landsoape, the fertile valleys and grand
old trees, to far in the distance, where
the silver rivar marked the bounds of
De Clifton Manor.
“I will tell you the story, Leda, but it
will bring a flush to your Spanish cheek,
for one of your countrywomen, dear, was
the cause of that beautiful home’s be
coming desolate, and its master a broken
hearted wanderer. Come, sit here by
rue, little one, and do not interrupt me,
while I turn back the leaves of my life
and read to you from the brighest and
saddest among them.
““Thirty years ago, Clifton Grange was
tHe finest place in Somersetshire, and
though not, strictly speaking, tho hand
somest, preserved its prominence on the
score of antiquity; plebeian feet had
seldom trod its wide halls and grand old
rooms. You saw yesterday what the
house is—a massive pile of Byzantine
architecture, with deep, pointed porches,
where pillars, once crowned with statues,
stand close around the outside, and
where fragments of a stately figure are
here and there remaining. The high
old mouldering walls of rugged sculpture
are gray and grisly now, with exposure
to wind and rain, but the old tower so
high above them was then, as now,
covered with tho deep or ange-russet
lichen which gleams so lovely in the
sunset. Behind the castle were the
garden and fruit walls, where the bloomy
peach and purple grape ripened in rich
profusion, and where may be seen here
and there among the nectarine the ves
tiges of an old cloister arch or wall re
maining. A wide terrace runs around
the west front of the house, which was a
favorite walk of the inmates at all sea
sons, for of all the views around the old
home this commanded the finest. Ah!
my dear,” continued Lady Elizabeth,
laying her tittle, soft, withered hand,
with the frill of rich old lace around it,
on my head, “we were a merry party at
the old Grange that month! It was early
winter, and Lord deUlifton, just returned
from his travels, was the pleasantest host
in England. There were two beautiful
women with us—women whose delicate
feature portrayed the fairest types of
their nationality. Lalla Darst, with her
wonderful dower of Moorish beauty—the
full, voluptuous form and rich, red color
ing of her Spanish face—and Jean Glen
dower, with eyes tike the blue-bells of
her own bonnie* Scotland, and hair
tinged the sunlight that gilded its moun
tains. There were various guests beside;
guests assembled in honor of the young
Scotch beauty who was soon to wear the
diadem of a viscountess; for Jean and
Norman de Clifton Lad been bethrothed
some months, and were to be married iu
a few short weeks.
“Never did I see two people more
completely fettered by the ‘silver chains
of love,’ he seemed to live only in
her presence, while she—my beautiful,
gentle Jean!—returned it with a passion
as pure as the Dowerdale blood in her
veins; her bine eyes grew almost black
when he addressed her, and the lovely
face was touching in its sensitiveness
when he entered her presence.
“We had been at the castle three
weeks; and our visit was drawing
to a close; three weeks spent in every
species of pleasure and amusement that
the grand old place afforded. How
happy we were then—how happy we
were!” repeated the old lady. “All
full of hope: I first saw Sir Howard
that month.”
She always called the now white
haired husband of her youth “Sir How
ard”—never anything more familiar or
affectionate —and yet I never saw warm
er, or more devoted, wifely love than
she showered on Sir Howard Morton.
“But I am telling of Jean—Jean,
whom I Loved as a sister, uU whose hap
piness was as dear to me as my own.
One evening—it was the 14th day of
December—l shall never forget it—l
entered the (hawing-room somewhat
later than usual, and found them all
assembled; every one seemed gay and
careless as usual, but when I looked at
Jean—so fair and lovely in her blue vel
vet dress and Scottish" agates—how she
loved everything belonging to her coun
try!—l felt that something w r as wrong.
I could not tell what it was, but soon
found there was a cloud between her
and Norman. Miss Darst was at the
piano, and the beautiful strains of her
music floated through the rocaa. She
sat in the full glow of the fire-light, hei
rich olive dress, strewn over with golden
leaves, falliug in heavy folds around her;
her purplish black hair was wound like a
caron el around the shapely head, while
the blood-red rubies on her throat and
aims, and the smouldering fire in her
dark eyes, reminded me of Tiutoret’s
beautiful picture, ‘the Temptation,’ this
hidden fire and the reflected light of the
ruby armlet being the only hint given of
the character of the real temptress, who
is otherwise represented as an angel of
tight.
“Lord do Clifton, his handsome Saxon
face aglow with pleasure, was bending
over Miss Darst, apparently absorbed in
her music; it was his passion, and here
tofore he and Jean, night after night,
had listened to it standing in the deep
embrasure of the Doric window, almost
screened from view by tne neavy enmson
curtains. Now, Capt. Dalton sat by
Jean’s side; and, though the blue eyea
had lost much of their luminous light,
and the mobile mouth was a trifle
prouder, still no one who loved her less
than I did would notice any change;
pride spoke in every quiet glance, and
her sovereignty -was exercised not only
over other hearts, but over her own emo
tions. Only once I feared she would be
tray herself to the careless admirers
around her—as Miss Darst finished the
last stanza of her song:
“ Hn love, if love be love, If love be ours,
Faith and unfalth ean ne’er be equal powers.*
“ Jean and I, in answer to a summons
from old Ladv de Clifton, crossed neai
the piano to see anew book of engravings;
Lalla Darst’s eyes shone tike stars as she
finished and glanced up at Lord de Clif
ton, w hose blonde head almost touched
hors.
‘“Does it remind you of the Alham
bra?’ she whispered in her broken, musi
cal English.
“Jean heard the words, and I saw a
look of anguish on her face such as few
women ever know. It was gone in a mo
ment, though, and no one noticed. Not
once during that—to • me—long evening
did Norman de Clifton approach his
affianced bride; though Capt Dalton,
whom wo all believed to be engaged to
Lalla Darst. hovered around her most of
the evening—his dark, intelligent eyes
wearing a look of trouble almost as great
as Jean’s.
“It was over at last; the good-nights
w r ere spoken, and all had gone off to their
rooms savo Jean and myself; w r e lingered
in the drawing-room, beside the bed of
glowing coals, for our usual talk—prom
ising, as the domestics had all retired, to
extinguish the centre wax-lights before
we left, and not to trust them to the
drowsy old porter, who slumbered in his
chair by the hall door.
“ My darting knelt on tho warm velvet
rug as soon as w r e were alone, and threw
her arms around me in her unhappi
ness.
* ‘Oh, Elizabeth, she knew him in
Castile—and he never told me! They
loved each other before I ever saw him
—she told me this evening of the happy
hours spent in the Alhambra, and how
they learned to love each other. Her
father took her away, and they never
met until Norman and I were betrothed.'
She shivered as she spoke, ‘Shall I keep
them apart? Oh, Bess, help me in my
trouble!’ wringing her tittle white hands
piteously.
“ I took her in my arms and held he?
close.
“ ‘Hush, Jean!’ I said, in harsher tones
than I ever before heard addressed to
her. ‘I do not believe one word of it;
Lord de Clifton is a man of honor, and
loves you—you only. The story this
w'oman has told yon is the coinage of her
ow r n brain. It is the diadem she covets
—not Norman de Clifton’s heart.’
“ ‘Elizabeth, haven’t you seen how he
has treated me? He has not been near
me this evening.’
“ ‘I know it, love; I have seen it all.
She had poisoned-his mind, too. It will
all be right to-morrow, little one.’
“ ‘Bess,’ looking at me with startled,
eager eyes, ‘if I thought he loved her, I
would die! Do you understand? I would
die!’
“ ‘Como. Jean, let us go to our rooms.
I will not talk to yon any more to-night.
You are not reasonable. To-morrow you
will be happy again. ’
“ I threw my arms around her and we
walked slowly through the wide, dimly
lighted hall, past the sleeping porter—
not yet retired—and on to the second
hall: as we approached the library door
wo heard the subdued sound of a voice,
and as we passed it heard Lalla Darst
distinctly say, in low, gentle tones—
“ ‘No, Senor de Clifton, no! I cannot
give you the love you ask ! The fair
haired Scotch senora loves you well, and
you must be true to your vows to her.’
“With a smothered, gasping cry Jean
started from my side and ran swiftly and
noislessly up the stairs and down the
long corridor to her room. Before I
reached it she had locked the door, and
a low moan was my only answer when I
pleaded for admittance. At last I left
her to herself —but no sleep came to my
eyes that night.
“Leda, my child, I never saw my
sweet friend afterward ! When morning
came her door was open, and she had
disappeared as entirely and as noiselessly
as though wafted away to the heaveD
she was pure enough to enter. Lord de
Gkften was almost frenzied. The castle
was searched, the park, and even the
silent river; but if it knew the seeret, it
has kept it well.
“ *Oh, Lady Elizabeth, what could
have made her leave me?* said the un
happy man. ‘I loved her better than
life itself!’
“‘You should know that, Norman de
Clifton, better than any other,’ I an
swered tartly. ‘Jean heard your words
—at least ihe answer you received to
them—in the library last night os well
as I.’
“ ‘ln tiie library —l do not understand;
I was not in the library at all, yester
day.
“I told him what we had heard—and
with a stony, mystified look in his eyes,
Lord de Clifton sank at my feet in a
swoon.
“ The next day he left his home, and
began his fruitless search for his losl
love.
“ ‘I will find her if she is on the earth!’
were his parting words. ‘Great heavens!
To think a woman ean be such a fiend,
and wear a shape so fair! Sho was in
that room alone last night; and she told
me my darling loved Capt. Dalton—had
confessed the truth to her, and for a few
hours I believed her. Farewell, Lady
Elizabeth! I will bring J ean back, if she
is on the earth!’ and he was gone.
“ He first went to her highland home,
but she had not been there, and he has
never heard of her since. His mother
died soon after, and the domestics de
serting the old home, it has become al
most a ruin.”
“ And Lalla Darst?” I asked. “ What
of her?”
“ She married a wealthy man and lives
in London. I met her once after I was
married. Capt. Dalton shot himself
when she deserted him.”
“See, dear lady! The last beam of
the setting sun is lighting up the western
facade of the old building; how lovely it
U!”
“Yes, my child; and its master is a
broken-hearted wanderer—old before his
prime because of a woman’s treachery
and crime. ”
We were both unusually quiet, that
evening, and during my stay at Morton
Manor I never saw the old castle across
the fields and woods, and gently flowing
river, without thkikiDg of Beautiful Joan
Glendowcr.
General Houston, His Tony and His
Razor.
It was on his departure for Mexico
“to revel”—as he had said—“in the halls
of the Montezumas,” that he again met
with Maj. Rector, a generous and genial
man known as the original of the “The
Fine Arkansas Gentleman. ” In company
with Maj. Arnold Harris, also well known
in New Orleans, who was then perhaps
ft Deputy Marshal, they journeyed to
Boutliwestern Arkansas, to which point
their route was tha same. Gen. Sam
Houston rode an Indian pony very dis
proportionate to his own tall stature.
This was a source of considerable annoy
ance to him. He had become thoroughly
disgusted with Indian life, was intem
perate and ill-tempered. His constant
theme of discussion was the unworthy
appearance he would present in a foreign
country, mounted on an animal so igno
ble, with a frequent appeal to Arnold
Harris to swap his large bay mare for his
Indian pony. These proposition were
disoussed for several days with all the
energy and eloquenoe of the general, one
of whose favorite exclamations was:
“This d—d bob tailed pony is a dis
grace. He is continually fighting the
flies and has no means of protecting
himself, and his kicks and contortions
render him ridiculous. I shall be the
laughter of all Mexico. I wish a steed
appropriate to my own stature. I require
a steed with his natural weapon, a flow
ing tail, that he may defend himself
against his enemies as his master has
done. Harris you must swap!”
As the result of persistent expostula
tion, aided by a liberal arrangement of
“boot,” effected and guaranteed by Maj.
Rector, the general acquired the broom
tailed mare, and recovered his dignity
and good humor.
When they came to part, Maj. Rector
said he was sorry for him. He knew his
worth and felt for his misfortune. He
had got so low. said the major, that he
couldn't stay with the Indians. He was
desperate and intemperate, and was go
ing among the Mexicans, so that would
be the last he would ever see of poor
Sam Houston.
They dismounted to take a last drink of
■whisky together. ‘ ‘General,” said Elias,
“you said you liked that razor of mine
when you shaved. You are going where
it may not be convenient to buy one, and
I can get another when I get back; sup
pose you take it along?” So he took
the razor out of his saddlebags and pre
sented it.
Gen. Houston opened the razor, strap
ped it on his hand, looked at its edge,
and as he shut it carefully up, and re
placing it in the case, said: “Maj. Rec
tor, this is apparently a gift of little
value, but it is an inestimable testimonial
of the friendship that has lasted many
years and proved steady under the blasts
of calumny and injustice. Good by.
God bless you. When next you see this
razor it shall be a shaving the President
of a Republic.
The last words Maj. Rector remembered
distinctly. They were impressed upon
his memory by the battle of Ban Jacinto,
the recognition of Texan independence
and the election of Gen. Sam Houston
to the Executive Chair. —New Or learn
Picayune.
a chxsician gives directions how to
see the blood circulate. His method is
not as simple as the old way of calling a
prize-fighter a liar.
SHBBCfiIPTION-$!.61.
NUMBEI 29.
ENTERTAINING PARAGRAPHS.
Some men are never sweet on their
trivea except at a masquerade ball.
A bushel of wheat, weighing sixty
two pounds, contained 550,tf00 kernels.
A Boston paper charges certain actors
with “fulminating trite faculties.” No
arrests were made.
It is estimated that a freight train now
enters New York every fifteen minutes,
each train averaging 85 cars.
Boston servant girls always ask for
poor molasses at the grocery, because it
takes longer for it to run.
The world is filling up with educated
fools—mankind read too much and learn
too little.— Josh Billing a.
A man troubled with sleeplessness can
cure himself by pretending to do duty as
a night watchmau.— New Orleans Pica
yune.
ALa Crosse, Wis., minister prayed
for those “who were smitten with itl
ness, and those who have gone a-fishing,
and also those too lazy to dress for
church. ”
An old couple iu Maine have been
married seventy-five years. What a shud
der this item will create when it gets to
circulating in the Indiana papers!— N. Y.
Commercial.
The obstinauoy, observes a London
journalist, with whioh old smokers cling
to life is really marvelous; they seem
altogether to ignore the fact that tobacco
is a deadly poison.
Lavater was a good observer when he
wrote: “Mistrust the man who finds
everything good, the man who finds
everything evil, and still more, the man
who is indifferent to everything.”
An epitaph on a recently cut tomb
stone reads :<
“ Hera Harriet Jonea,
Whose raaiasn nimc was Sickles,
Most p teems were her dying groaoe.
The cause of death was—picklea.”
—New Yo>k Commercial Advertiser.
When a Buffalo street car conduotor
was told by a lawyer that he had fallen
heir to a legacy of SIOO,OOO, the man
simply asked the loan of five cents to buy
a cigar with. He wanted to find out 1 1
the lawyer was lying to him.
A person who had an important case
in court sent two very handsome and ex
pensive flagons to the Judge. He or
dered them to be filled with costly wine
and sent back to the donor. The Judge
was a pagan, however, and didn’t know
any better. Such foolish stories can’t bs
told of the courts of nowadays.
Slavery is still a recognized institu
tion of Arabia, and an active trade in
blacks is carried on in some of the larger
towns. Arab custom enfranchises a slave
at the end of seven years’ faithful ser
vices, and on leaving his master presents
him with one or more camels and an out
fit. The manumitted negroes marry and
have an even chauoe in life with their
former owners. There is no prejudice
against a negro in Arabia.
“Eye peeping” is the new game. Two
holes are made in a screen. The per
formers stand behind it and place their
eyes iu the holes, while the persons in
front guess to whom the eyes belong.—
New York Herald. They have ths
same game, modified somewhat, out
West. “Eye opanars” are drank, a fight
ensues, in which gouging prevails and
then the person who sweeps up the floor
guesses to whom the gouged eves be
long.
Russell Sage is said to be the very
model of frugality and domestic econ
omy. His household concerns are con
ducted with systematic attention. He
weighs out the sugar, tea, coffee, and
spices, and measures the liquids required
by his housekeeper and exacts a rigid ac
count from that usual pet ticoated ty
rant. After this the old man drives down
town and sets to work to checkmate Jay
Gould on Western Union or to get awaj
with any stray New York Central Mr.
Vanderbilt may not be able to carry
off.
The Hat Wouldn’t Stand It,
Billy Manning, the lamented minstrel,
had an inexhaustible fund of natural wit.
He was up and down in life, sometimes
worth thousands, and again flat broke.
These reverses did not affect hia spirits
in the least; indeed, his poverty inspired
in him many a happy thought. It was a
habit of Manning, when hearing of the
death of an acquaintance, to take off his
hat, and, bowing very reverently, re
mark:
“God rest his soul.”
On one occasion several of his friends
entered into a conspiracy to report to
him the death of some person he knew.
One friend would approach him and say,
“Well, Billy, George Jones is dead at
last”
Manning would take off his hat and
say: “God rest his soul.”
Presently another friend would coma
along, and, according to arrangement,
ask him if he had heard of the death of
Smith.
After the usual expression of surprise
and sorrow, off would come Manning’s
hat, and he would make the tearful ob
servation, “God rest his souk”
In this way he heard of the death of s
dozen old friends within an hour. Man
ning was then playing in hard luck, and
hiai hat was of straw and badly out of re
pair. Just as he had uncovered to ask
rest for the soul of his twelfth departed
friend, the depth and breadth of the
“racket” dawned upon him. Standing
there, holding his miserable straw hat by
the brim, and increasing, if anything,
the look of sorrow npon his face, he
said:
“Now let this end right here. I don’t
want to hear of the death of another per
son. This hat won’t stand it. ”
Ladies should remember that th
sweetest lips aye Booneat chapped.