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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.