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W. F. SMITH, Publisher,
VOLUME IX.
TOPICS OF THE DAT.
The murder record of the Apaches is
still good.
Guithau was never known to use a
profane word.
The Illustrated London News is con.
ducted by a widow.
Hartmann proposes to convert the
American idea to his idea.
Baltimore girls ore the belles at the
watering places this year.
grajie yield in Ohio will be about
° T Je-third of a crop.
A strange cattle disease, resulting in
blindness, has appeared in Illinois.
ellow fever has created a vacancy
in the American Consulship at Vera
Cruz.
Ex-United States Treasurer Spin
ner is living quietly at his home in
Florida.
France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Den
nmik, Hungary and Bulgaria all hold
general elections this year.
A convention of the short-hand writers
of tb'j United States and Canada is to be
*H'hl at Chicago during September.
1 fople who talk a good deal occasion
nlh get misrepresented by the press, and
that seems to be the fate of Dr. Bliss.
The Northwest is a great country.
The Minnesota wheat crop is in excess
of that of 1880 more than 10,000,000
bushels.
1 Kansas farmers have agreed to sus
pend the cultivation of wheat for a
time, in order to eradicate the chinch
bug post.
Nineteen preachers and one editor
departed on a steamer for Europe the
other day. The thing was pretty evenly
balanced.
There have been twenty-two murders
in Chicago since Now Year's Day. How
ever, it is thought that tho business will
look up a little this fall.
Dan Rice’s third wife, a bride of
three weeks, is suing for a divorce.
There is evidently something wrong
with the old showman.
Sitting Bull has two wives. He says
that thus ho is enabled to show more
children on the ground at tho payment
of annuities and can draw inoro money.
Cincinnati is looking forward to her
Exposition with considerable pride. The
demands for space are greater than the
Board of Commissioners will be able to
meet.
Southland, New Zealand, reports
eighty bushels of oats and wheat to tho
acre, and iu on district, one hunred and
seventeen bushels to the acre. Reports,
we say.
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Great numbers of draught horses,
English and Norman breeds, have been
imported into this country. Tho breed
ing of these animals has become an
important industry iu Illinois.
The Indianopolis Herald holds that
the word “ moan” can be most appro
priately applied to the temperature of
the past month. It can. The mean tem
perature was contemptible.
A horse-car driver of Toronto was
once a Jesuit priest well-known in Eng
land and Ireland, and he says that a late
conductor was a Dominican friar and in
sacred orders. Thus do we ascend the
ladder of fame.
Although guilty of one hundred and
thirty seductions, Spotted Tail was re
garded as a pretty good sort of an In
dian. From this the reader can draw his
own as to what would con
stitute a bad Indian.
The Czar is provoked beyond endur
ance. He has lately received models of
different weapons and engines of assass
ination, accompanied by a polite request
to select the one lie chooses to be used
npon his own person.
Among the pyrotechnic exibitions at
the Yorktown Centennial will be a
representation of the surrender of Lord
Cornwallis, forty feet aqnare. Eight
Ret pieces will lie displayed from rafts <n
canal boats in the river.
The Dallas Gazette asks this easy one*,
‘‘t an a man, with his hide full of bad
whisky, make a correct report of tlio
happenings in the city of Dallas for s
newspaper?” Well, we should say not.
f, o >'l whisky is bad enough. That or
nothing.
IpfflJfe dkotip lymis.
iMott and to Industrial Inter* st, the I)iffn>ion of Troth, the Establishment of Justice, and the Preservation of a People’s Government,
It is estimated that tho loss to the
corn crop of Ohio for 1881, on account
of bad seed, will not be less than 40-
000,(X)0 bushels, and in Illinois, 60,000-
000. It would seem from such alarming
totals that in future it would pay well
to make more careful selections of seed.
Adelina Patti, the prima donna of
the lyric stage, in her American tour,
will not visit Cincinnati. Why does
not appear. This fact is rather’aston
ishing when we consider that Cincinnati
people claim to be peculiarly of a mu
sical disposition, and possessed of an
exquisite musical taste.
„ A Baltimore millionaire named David
Carroll left a s msible will. In it he set
aside SIOO,OOO with which to defend the
will against possible litigation. In case
there is no litigation, the SIOO,OOO is to
be divided equally among the heirs. It
may be depended upon, there will be no
litigation under the circumstances.
There is a man in New York who sig
nifies a desire to become Guiteau’s
bondsman, provided that when he is
released he will be set perfectly free,
undisguised and not protected by guards
or the military. We do not think that
any one will object to this. It is a pretty
good scheme.
WiTat a blessing it is that we can al
ways grumble at the weather, and yet,
not without reason. It is too hot, too
cold, too wet or too changeable. It
never is just right, and it never will t>e.
But we have a right to grumble, and as
long as it don’t cost anything, we are
going to do it.
The electric lights attracted so many
flies to the hotels in St. Louis that
they had to be discontinued. Now
then you can figure out what we mean,
whether it -was the flies, hotels, or lights
that were discontinued; and just about
half the paragraplicrs in the country put
things in this ambiguous shape.
The “Melleunium Springs,” in Ar
kansas, makes those who drink of its
waters, hug, and kiss and frisk about.
It also makes them drunk. People have
been doing these things too much since
the time of Adam and we can not for the
life of us see what good can come of the
discovery. We shall all be a pack of
fools some day.
We are shocked at the Cincinnati
Gazette. It says: “It is a sorrowful
fact that the barrooms are more honest
with their lemons than the temperance
picnics.” This is a sad commentary.
We knew that tho church had had a
limilar charge set over against it, but we
never thought it would go any further.
According to a paper read by Dr. J.
H. Billings, of Washington, at the In
ternational Medical Conference in Lon
don, there are 180,000 physicians in the
world, of whom 11,600 are pruducers of
medical literaturo or contributors to it.
In scientific medical literature Germany
leads; in practical medical literature
France is foremost.
Tiie mystery surroundiug tho death of
Jennie Cramer, at New Haven, Ct., is
attracting considerable attention. The
Mallery brothers, the sons of a rich mer
chant.. one of whom was Jennie’s suitor
and seducer, and Miss Clements alias
Blanche Douglass, a fast woman from
New York, suspicion strongly points to
as her murderers. Miss Cramer was
the belle of New Haven.
Work on De Lessep’s canal is not
progressing satisfactorily. Four em
ployes have died, M. Etienne, sub-con
tractor, at Aspinwall, of softening of
the brain ; Mr. Bertrand, his Secretary,
of malaria, and Messrs. Barrier and Di
lembowski, from overwork. The cli
mate is malarious, the rolling stock anti
quated, and the engineering poor with
work unsystematized. Americans will
have to do that job yet.
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The Salt Lake Herald tells a remark
able story. Among the many pros
peetors in Utah a year ago were four
young men, who were rewarded by the
jiscoveryof a valuable mine near Hailey.
One of the young men had a lady friend,
and it was decided to name the mine
after her, and to so fix the title that, in
case of their death, it should be hers.
Last winter, while working upon their
claim, the whole party was buried be
neath a snow-slide ; and now the young
lady is planning what good she will do
with the $65,000 that has been offered
her for her neat little legacy.
The hip pocket is having things all
its own way in Chicago. They don’t
consider it much of a day now when
there isn’t at least one murder in that
city, and in most of the cases they never
seem to find the fellow. When now and
then someone declines to make his
escape, and is locked up in jail, the
ladies m Chicago overwhelm him with
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
bouquets and go on so about him that
the average Chicago man goes around
with a well-loaded hip pocket for no
other purpose in the world, seemingly,
than to improve the first opportunity
to make liimself a pet of the ladies
who, in Chicago, just dote on murder
ers. Up to date no law’ has been made
to prevent people making fools of them
selves.
The miscellaneous collection of articles
at the White House, consisting of bods,
medicines and nearly everything else
under the sun, sent from all over the
country for the benefit of the President
and his family, is a most ridiculous one,
including as it does two white mice, a
stuffed humming bird, “to relieve the
monotony of the sick-room,” and the
blood of a black cat. But it w r ould be
unkind to laugh at it, as, notwithstand
ing the absurd character of many con
tributions, it represents the outpouring
of the national heart. Doubtless the
lady who sent the stuffed bird did what
she thought was the best thing she could
do. Just exactly what the cat’s blood
was sent for is not clear, but there are
many people in this country who believe
in the working of charms, and as it was
doubtless intended to promote some
good to the patient, we should give the
sender credit for carrying out the dicta
tions of an honest opinion. As to the
white mice, they may amuse the chil
dren.
The days of miracles, magic waters,
etc., are returning. Hot Springs County,
Arkansas, reports the existence, fifteen
miles northeast of Witherspoon, of a
spring that promises to bring about the
millennium almost before we get ready
for it. John R. Yeatts, a Baptist minis
ter of some celebrity, who has visited
the spring, says the spring flows
from a mountain about four hundred feet
high, comes out of the ground about
one hundred feet from the top of the
mountain on the north side, and flows at
the rate of about forty gallons per min
ute, and tastes just like apple brandy,
and has the same effect. Those under
the influence of the water are perfectly
ecstatic, and hugging and loving every
thing they meet. He says : “I never
saw the like, children and boys and girls
hugging and kissing every one they
meet. # Okl men and old -women, young
men and young ladies, embracing each
other by hugging and kissing. I met
an old, white-haired man and woman—l
suppose about eighty years old—and
they were hopping and skipping like
lambs. I saw hundreds lying around
the spring so drunk that they could not
stand up, and they w-ere lying and laugh
ing and trying to slap their hands. The
people call them the ‘ Millenium
Springs.’ ” All we ask of John is, just
to please send ug a barrel.
Writing for the Public.
There is no work done in the world
which expends vitality so fast as writing
for the public. It is a work which is
never done. It accompanies a man
upon his walks, goes with him to the
theater, gets into bed with him, and
possesses him in his dreams, if he
stoops to kiss the baby, before he has
reached the requisite angle a point oc
curs to him, and he hangs in mid-air,
with vacant face and mind distraught.
“ What’s the matter ?” says Mrs. Emer
son, in the middle of the night, hearing
her husbaud groping about the room.
“Nothing, my dear, only an idea!”
—James Parton, in North American
Review.
Marrying in 111-Uealth.
A prominent Eastern physician has
related that he was consulted by two
consumptives as to the propriety of mar
rying. They were both weakly in con
stitution, but intellectually brilliant, and
their tastes were harmonious. They
loved each other ardently, and could not
be happy apart. He counseled them to
marry, and they did so. They lived to
gether most pleasantly for about a
dozen years, aud died at about the same
time. "According to the physical school
of thinkers, they should have remained
single, each dragging out the twelve
years in solitary discontent. Of course
there can be no general rule for cases in
which disease exists; each instance must
be judged on its own merits.—Cincin
nati Gazette.
A New Way to Kill Stage Robbers.
As there is no reason to suppose the
stage robbers intend to retire voluntarily
to the shades of private life very soon,
and as there is not muoh dan
ger of their being compelled to
do so, we, ourselves, have determined
to put a stop to the business. We
have written to persons in Western
Texas whom we suspect of designing to
send us original poetry, to forward the
manuscript in a registered package by
stage. The stage robbers are in thV
habit of opening and examining regis
tered packages. After this, when a
stage is robbed, and any of our original
poetry is stolen, all the authorities will
have to do will be to send out a wagon
to the scene of the robbery, and bring
in the bodies of the highwaymen who
have been bored to death. They deserve
all they get.--Texas Siftings.
Tkerb is no reason why an elderly
woman shouldn’t be well preserve*t.
The young ones have so much sugar in
their composition, you know.
Lunatics at Washington.
Recent events at Washington cannot
have failed to call general attention to
the vast number of queer birds that
habitually roost about the Capital City.
All the distorted mental action of this
country appears to gravitate to Wash
ington. Light-witted characters seem
to be naturally throw n into that city on
the top of a wave, like so many corks,
and landed there. No one who has spent
any time at the Capital can have failed
to note them.
They appear at every turn. The
strange*who takes in the city “during
the senaron ” will see varieties of human
nature-enough to astonish him. He will
wish there were not so many varie
ties. Perhaps he drops in at ’ a
meeting of ladies, to hear the woman
suffragists plead their cause. Nothing,
apparently, could be more conducive to
repose and quiet than that. But it will
not be'Surprising at any moment to be
startled from his somnolency by the ap
parition of a female fury flourishing a
pistol in the face of tho fair speech
makers, and declaring that she is a Com
munist, and means to kill somebody, so
she could get her rights. Such a cir
cumstance happened not many winters
ago. The Washington lunatic with a
pistol is not confined to the masculine
sex alone.
Quack doctors, women in pantaloons,
long-h'aired phrenologists, spiritualist
lecturers, bewilder the visitor at every ho
tel and street comer, till he begins to
cast an anxious eye towards Congress
men, nnd to wonder privately whether
they {ire not going crazy too.
The man who attempted to assassinate
President Jackson, in 1835, was an un
doubted lunatic. Many of them pester
the Patent Office. They come with tales
of miraculous inventions they have made.
Men-with wild eyes, and slimy hair and
clothing go about fancying they are the
President of the United States. In some
cases they go to the Executive Mansion
itself, and demand that its occupant be
turned out, and that they be given their
rightful place.
Tumbled-up looking women, with wild
hair standing out like quills upon the
fretful porcupine, and crazy bonnets,
haunt the departments with messages
from the spirits to the Treasurer, or
President, or General of the Army.
They are usually controlled by the spirit
of George Washington, and he is anxi
ous to show us through them how to
boss this country. Newspaper corre
spondents have often alluded to this
horde of lunes about Washing
ton. They have been allowed to come
an 4 go everywhere, as they pleased, be
inennerety laughed at and pitied. It has
never been thought necessary heretofore
to shut them up, not even as far as their
tongues are concerned. But there ought
to be a change in that respect now r .
There is always a pressure of excitement
at the Capital. Sometimes it breaks out
in scandals, sometimes in craziness. In
a city where there is always more or less
mental strain of the kind that is felt
there, nobody can tell when a harmless
lunatic may develop into a dangerous
ono. In fact, entirely harmless lunatics
are very rare. Hereafter, it will un
doubtedly be the part of wisdom to
thrust behind the bars persons with a
kiit in their braius. Individuals w ith a
mission and a roll of manuscript should
be strictly watched.
hi one respect the pulpy-brained
idiots who drift to the Capital unani
nMisly agree. They all have bound
lessly exalted ideas of their own import
ance. It is the leading characteristic of
lunatics the world over. Perhaps, in
deed, one may safely conclude that per
sons who think great things of their
o*n abilities and merit, are always more
or less cracked. —Cincinnati Commer
cial,
Cigar Stumps in Paris.
The market for cigar stumps, which I
looked in upon in the Place Maubert
yesterday, is a veritable Parisian curios
ity. The place is full of life and activ
ity from 8 until 11 o’clock in the fore
noon. A kilagram of stumps is worth 1
franc 50 cenitmes to 2 fr. 50 c., accord
ing to the length of the stump. Cheap
er cigar stumps bring lower prices.
Tiiere are four or five wholesale dealers
in cigar stumps who have their head
quarters in the nine saloons in the vicin
ity of the market, and there deal with
the old men and women, and ragged lit
tboys and girls, who go about the
eets picking up these stumps. Much
of, the tobacco thus scraped together is
sold to exporters, who make it up in fine
cigarettes. There was once an old fellow
who bought cigar stumps for a living,
jfiio died worth 15,000 francs a year.
These pickers-up of ends and half
smoked cigarettes are quite a nuisance to
those people who frequent the boulevard
cafes. They are forever getting in one’s
way, burrowing about one’s legs, hunt
ing for the coveted stump. From the
heights of the Rue Mouffetard and the
Rue Montmartre swarms of these laza
roni swodp down upon Paris and make
us miserable with their intolerable pres
ence.—Paris Letter.
Immense Power.
“Do you know,” said the Captain,
“that a fathom of steel-wire rope, little
thicker than your cane, and weighing
half a pound a foot, will pull as much as
a hemp rope half a foot thick and weigh
ing a pound and a half a foot ?”
“ I have known a piece of wire, Cap,”
said I, “no thicker than a straw, to
draw a man weighing 200 pounds the
whole length of Broadway.”
“ Oh, come, now !” exclaimed the ob-
I tuse Briton.
“Yes, sir; it was a hair-pin.”
Holman Hunt says: “I have always
found that people who delayed doing
their work till after a certain period did
nothing at all. ”
Something Abont Kissing.
This subject has recently attracted
more attention than has usually been ac
corded to it. It may be that a dearth
of spring poetry has left the editorial
repertory without a suitable supply of
sentimental material, and it may be the
weather had something to do with it, but
whatever the cause, the fact remains
that the subject of kissing has been given
unusual prominence by both the pro
vincial and metropolitan press. It may
not have been a wise thing to do, for
several very apparent reasons, chiefest
of which has been the tendency to lower
one’s estimate of the real value of tho
transaction by having too much said
about it, and thereby bringing it into
general use. One can readily understand
how a pastime, sufficiently pleasant with
reasonable indulgence, may lose half its
sweetness by being allowed too much
freedom of expression.
We object to being told that “kissing
does not require an act of Congress to
make it legal. ” So long os we can feel
that some restraining power is neces
sary, that the inclination does require,
if not congressional enactme it, at least
some prohibitory measures, kissing will
be kept up to the standard of genuine
enjoyment. Nothing enhances the pleas
ures of some things more than a feeling
that their indulgence is prohibted, or at
least opposed by objections sufficiently
strong to impart just a little flavor of
naughtiness to the proceeding. Ever
since the transaction in the garden of
Eden forbidden pleasure have always
been sweetest to the daughters and sons
of men, and the great majority of peo
ple would prefer some jurisdiction on the
subject that would insure a continuance
of the pleasurable emotions experienced
by a kiss.
We offer a few quotations to show .how
much pleasure some people derive from
this source and deprecate anything which
has a tendency to detract from such ex
quisite enjoyment.
“You kissed me I My soul, In a bliss so divine,
Reeled and swooned, like a drunken mau iooJlsh
with wine;
And I thought ’twere delicious to die there, if death
Should come while my lips were yet moist with your
breath I
And these are the questions I ask day and night:
Must my lips taste but once the exquisite delight
Which thrilled by whole soul with rapture and
bliss
As your lips clung to mine in that passionate kiss.
Would you care if your breast were my shelter, as
then,
And if you were here would you kiss me again?”
We are inclined to think we would,
even while not recommending just this
style for general use, as the reaction
from such exhilaration would not be de
sirable. We think it would have a tend
ency to shorten life, as our lives are
measured by heart beats, not by years;
and anything that so stirs the biood and
maddens tho pulse should be held in
reasonable subjection. Once or twice in
a life-time would be all that ordinary
mortals might hope to endure.
Tennyson seems to have an apprecia
tion of what a kiss should be when he
makes one of his heroines say:
“OLove, Ofire! Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.”
And Byron, also must have had some
•uch experience in view when he wrote:
“ One remnant of Paradise still is on earth,
For Eden revives in the sweet kiss of love.”
Perhaps Joaquin Miller more fully
understands the inspiration l orn of a
kiss when he gives utterance to the fol
lowing:
“Let red lips lift, proud curled to kiss
lu love too passionate for speech,
Too full of blessedness and bliss
For anything but this, and this.”
And again:
“ Since man must die for some dark sin,
Let my death-ciime be one deep kiss.”
Eat poets are not the only ones who
understand and appreciate the pleasure
of a kiss. It is one of the luxuries of
life which all well-organized people have
more or less inclination, and people
usually follow their inclinations. They
may not be able to express their senti
ments and experiences either in poetry
or prose, but this is not at all necessary
for absolute and perfect enjoyment.
Temperament, surrounding circum
stances, time and place, have, probably,
more to do with it than poetry; though
we do not pretend to deny that there is
a great deal of poetry in a kiss.— Kansas
City Times.
How It Feels to Drown.
It is not often that you hear of an
editor with a curiosity. Most of them
accept earthquakes, tornadoes, murders,
fires and floods as every day occurrences,
and even a nitroglycerine explosion next
door would not interrupt the routine
work of the sanctum very long. But a
French editor, and the editor of a Lyons
paper at that, had a curiosity to know
how a person feels when drowning. He
therefore put up a job on himself. Ho
arranged to come within a hair’s breath
of drowning, but was to be pulled out in
the nick of time, rolled on a barrel,
hauled over the sands, thumped on tlie
stomach and otherwise resuscitated. All
went well during the first act. He leaped
into the water, refused to struggle and
gradually sank from sight. At the proper
moment he was hauled up by a rope
and act second commenced. This was
an occasion where an editor was too
smart. They rolled him according to
programme, and seven or eight men tired
themselves out with rubbing liira and
hanging up head downwards, but he was
a dead man. He may know how it feels
to drown, but he’ll never trouble the
public with a description of his feelings.
Died with His Hat On.
William Weller, a prominent citizen
of Hinkletown, died suddenly on Thurs
dav morning, about 10 o’clock, of con
sumption. He arose in the morning,
but immediately fell over and expired.
He was 42, unmarried, and eccentric.
He would never take off his hat to eat,
and died with it on.—Lancaster (-Pa.)
Intelligencer.
SUBSCRIPTION-51.60.
NUMBER 2.
SCRAPS OF SCIENCE.
The deepest known worked mine is In
Australia—a shaft having been sunk
8,200 feet.
A member of the French Academy of
Sciences has discovered well marked
sexual differences iu eels.
Specimens of fossil woods and lignite
are reported to have been brought to the
surface from the depth of 191 feet while
boring an artesian well at Galveston,
Texas.
Experiments at Woolwich have dem
onstrated that the transmission of deto
nation from one mass of gun cotton to
another not in contact is so rapid that a
row of gun cotton reaching from London
to Edinburg oould be fired in two
minutes.
Replying to the question whether or
not our ancestors were acquainted with
the peculiar physical condition known to
us as somnambulism, Dr. Reynard, of
Paris, said in a recent lecture that one
of the most accurate descriptions of
somnambulism in existence was the
sleep-walking scene of Macbeth.
Four Jourd'.u glycerine barometers
are now in use iu or near London. One
is at Kew, in the museum of practical
geology, one at South Kensington, and
one in the ofiice of the London Times.
The enormous scale of the barometer
enables changes scarcely visible in the
mercurial instrument to be deteoted with
ease.
Rossetti has found that the tempera
ture of the positive carbon of the elect
ric arc is between 2,400 degrees and
3,00 CW degrees centrigrade, and that of
the negative carbon between 2,500 de
grees and 3,900 degrees, making, there
fore, the temperatures of the extreme
points of tho electrodes *.ot below 2,500
degrees and 3,900 degrees.
Experiments have been made on ani
mals with pure hydrocianic acid by M.
Brame. The bodies of those killed with
it remained unaffected by decomposition
for about a month. During that time
the acid remained in the tissues, and
especially in the stomach. It could be
easily settled to distillation, but much
more readily from the tissues of herbiv
orous than of carniverous animals.
In a communication to the St. Peters
burg Technical Society, Prof. Beilsteiii
recommends the use of sulphate oi
alumnia as the best practical disinfec
tant. He states that the best method
of making the salt for disinfecting pur
poses is to mix red clay with four per
cent, of sulphuric acid and to add to the
mixture some carbolic acid for destroy
ing the smell of tho matter to be disin
fected.
A scientist in the Magazine of Phar
macy asserts that the usual physico
chemical methods for determining the
potable nature of water have proved
themselves to be quito insufficient, and
be says that “recourse must be had to
the microscope and to the culture-glasses
used by physiologists in their inocula
tion experiments, before any really sound
and valuablo knowledge can be gained
by tho examination of waters” as to their
purity or impurity.
Alarm with indignation has arisen
Halle regarding tarletans rendered pois
onous by the introduction of copper
arsenite in their production. Dr. Rei
man has attempted to allay the general
outcry by stating that oopper arsenite is
not a splendid green color, and as for
such goods as tarletans, Guignet’s green,
which contains no arsenic, has quite dis
placed the poisonous Schweinfurt green.
The authority for the statement that
after the extraction of the niter from
gunpowder the residue cannot be dried
at 200 degrees, without a flight loss o
the sulphur, is Fresenius. >Terr A.
Wagner, on the contrary, rises from hifl
experiments with the conviction that no
such loss has ever been observed at or
below the temperature given. Above
that temperature the residue suffers a
notable diminution iu weight.
Was Booth Insane?
Probably the only history which gives
color to the theory that Booth was insane
is that by J. S. Blackburn, principal of
an academy at Alexandria, Ya., and W.
N. McDonald, principal of a male high
school at Louisville, Ky. In their his
tory, which is being extensively used in
Southern schools, they say: “Booth
committed the act under the fanatical
idea that the war would terminate and
the South gain her freedom if Lincoln
were killed.” This same history ad
vances, among the causes of the failure
of the rebels, the following; “The
primary cause of the failure of the Con
federacy was that the people of the South
were not unanimous in their efforts to
gain their liberty. In the history of the
world a united people, struggling for
liberty, have never been subjugated.”
Tiie italics are the work of Messrs.
Blackburn and McDonald. Booth was
shot in a bam at Garrett’s farm, near
Bowling Green, and died soon after.
That was April 26, 1865.— Chicago In
ter-Ocean.
Evangeline.
Longfellow said “Evangeline” waa
suggested to him by a gentleman with
whom he and Hawthorne were dining,
and who urged the novelist to write a
novel on the theme of the exiled young
Acadian girl who spent the remainder of
her life searching for her lover. “I
caught the thought at once,” the poet
said, “ that it would make a striking
picture if put in verse, and said, * Haw
thorne, give it to me for a poem, and
promise me you will not write about it
until I have written the poem.’ Haw
thorne readily assented to my request*
and it was agreed that I should use his
friend’s story for verse whenever I had
the time ami inclination to write it.”—
Philadelphia Press. •