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fcnrgia JU'mts, W. F, SMITH, Publisher. VOLUME IX. 1 tHS WIDDF.a IIUDIK 3T lUQEIfK . ItJUJk >1) fifty, I’.to fair, *' Without a irray hair A„- I feel test M young az a girt?* ’ Uien I o’ Zcrubabel Lee, I declara It t-et* V,e all into a whirl. Last *K g ht lie wus here, an’ I told him to oletr. my! how surprised he did look t I'trhapa I wus rash, but lies after my cash- I see through his plans like a book. ’ Some offers I’ve hod that I cannot call bad There wus Deacon Philander Ilrer.ee -1 yeB ’ wh< ‘ tl wanted a kiac. hr he hadn’t bo flustrated mo. !t took mo so quick, that it felt like a kick. i ‘ flew all to pieces at once. ?’! kin *>° J I’ m not needin’ a b®Mi” I acted I know like a dunce. z he, ez he rose. “ t hev come to propose”— I stopped him afore he began - V iou better hod go an’ see Ilepßibah Btow{ 1 won t be tied down to a man.” * Man&r, ’ Hez he, “ Widder Tompkltn an’ me Can strike up a bargain, I know. An sc iu’ ez we (ain’t decide to agree, 'Vy 1 I guess that I batter hed go.” He picked up hi| hat from the chair where he sat, An’ he sohriiy started awa _ s v’ '. a look I’m sure be mistook, .. .* ° u ’ perfectly welcome to stay—” my > 9 ”t ez red cz our old wagon shed : thought fur the land I should me’.t. bez lie, “ I am done, good-night, lectie one.” I wish he’d a known V>w I felt. To-day Isaac Beers, witfi his snickers an’ snoert, Whose face is eis ugly ez sin, Dropped in, jest to see about buyin’ my steers. An’ tickled tho mole on my chin, a.-s I, ” you jest quit, I don’t like you a bit, lour manners is rather too free; * oiiM hotter behave till Jane’s cold in her gravt, kou can’t come your Bawder on me.” W hen dear David died, ez I sot by his side, He komhed up my hand iu his own, He squeezed it awhile, an’ he sez, with a smile, ‘\eu’U soon lie a widder alon3. An 1 when I am gone, don’t you fussor tako on Dike old widder Dorothy Day ; Look out for your tin ef you marry agin, Nor throw your affections away.” My children are grown and got hou-3 o’ thir own. They re doin’ ek well ez they can, An’ I’m gettin’ Kick o’ this livin’ alone, l wouldn’t mind havin’ a mm, 1 ur David hez gone to tho mansions above, Hi* body is cold in the ground. Lt you know o’ n man who would marry fur lovo, Jent find him an’ send him around. A SWIM FOR LIFE. .A. Western Kpisode. ** Say, stranger, there’s something wrong yonder, ain’t there?” Thus spoke a rough-looking miner on the outskirts of the camp to a Mexican who tvas walking hastily past. The stranger understood but imperfectly the remark addressed to him, but ho re plied, “Horses stole,” and proceeded on his wr.y, his long spurs jingling at every step. The miner looked after him anxiously, and, when he had disappeared down the hill, turned toward the saloon, mutter ing something about horse-thieves and hanging, and strolled, or, as he would have himself said, “loafed” into the bar, where an excited assembly was gathered. “Wa’ll, they’ve gone clean away;” cried the owner of the missing animals; “and my houses nor donkeys don’t stray by nature. There’s been somo thieves around, you bet!” “ Like enough ; but who’s tlie man? However, if wo ketch him, gentlemen, we’ll shoot him fair.” “Give him a trial and rope him— that’s the cure,” said the owner. “And now tew business. My treat, gentle men. Drinks ’round, and then I’ll follow tho tracks a bit, and let you know. ” Such an offer was not to be slighted. The “ drinks ” having been fully appre ciated by all present, at the expense of their health and brains, the owner of the' missing beasts departed to follow the trail, which led toward the canon up the river. Ogden Smith, or “Soft” Smith, as he was not unusually called, had that very morning taken his horses to water down stream, and left them in a safe place pending their disposal. Ogden had been unfortunate in his prospecting. He was neither quick-witted nor quick tempered, though ready enough with his six-shooter when circumstances seemed to warrant its use. But for this trait, “Soft” Smith would have been stamped with a strong variation of the term “idiot.” He followed the tracks mechanically, and after about half a mile, indingtliey still led up toward tho hills, he returned, and as ho strode back, breathing venge ance against his spoilers, he noticed hu man footprints on the further side of tho trail—heavy boot and spur-marks. He felt inclined to tra ‘k these again, but, knowing the trail would lead to tho river, thou flooded with melting snows, lie decided to return to the camp and enlist the vigilauts in his teause. It has never been correctly ascertained why horse-stealing was then, and is still, regarded as a worse crime than tlie taking of human life; but that this is the case in the West is undoubted. Many a rough digger was permitted to add to the notches already cut in the the pistol-butt, but a horse-thief was hunted down and executed summarily. Notwithstanding a gathering storm the men in the saloon, as soon as they had heard Ogden Smith’s report, determined to do vengeance on the criminal. The sufferer, meantime, met with much sympathy, and “dust” —gold dust, that passed for currency—was freely shaken into Ogden’s hat in the bar-room. The discussion as to whom the thief might be was waxing warm, when a voice cried: “ Reckon some Mexican’s had a hand in this game.” This suggestion was at once adopted, and Bill, the miner, said: “ Aye, then I can show him. I savr him on the hill alx>ve this morning. Did you notice anv tracks ?” •“! did,” replied Smith, eagerly. “ Large boots and spur marks, too. That’s the man 1” “ We’ll go for him. Who knows his place?” _ &evatd to Indnfctrial Inter it, flw Diffriontt Trat-h, the EsUblisbueit of Justin, asd the Preservation of a People’s CoverißiPnt. Several present did, and one man add* ed : ‘ ‘ He’s a mighty quick shot, yon may depend,” “ We’re more o! us than him,’’ was tae answer of the leader. “He can’t fix us all. Now, gentlemen, we must pro ceed reg lar. ’Panel a jury, if you please; but there is no U3e in wasting time.” The jury was quickly chdseU, and, in order to avoid Unnecessary delay, horses were brought out, and the whole party rode through the driving rain and tem pest to the Mexican’s hut. The door was burst open, and, before the surprised occupant could use liis weapon, he was seized and bound and thrown helpless on the floor. Before he was disabled, however, he managed to seize and retain a small knife, which he thrust into his sleeve. To his questions he got but scant re plies. The jury were ushered into a small shed, and told to deliberate upon their verdict, after a few questions had been put to the criminal, who protested his innocence. One bystander, more humane than the rest, volunteered to act as prisoner’s ad vocate, and addressed the jury as a mat ter of form, for he knew the stranger’s doom was sealed. After a pause the jury again retired, and in a few minutes the self-appointed Judge, knocking at the door, asked for the verdict. To the astonishment of the bystanders, the answer was, “Not guilty !” A cry of joy escaped the Mexican; an exclamation of disappointment was vented by Ogden Smith. But the Judge drew his revolver, and, beckoning to the committee, replied calmly: “Gentlemen, you’ll have to do better than that. Try again, and this time at tend to the evidence.” He handled his pistol menacingly as he spoke, and the jury retired again. They were not long left undisturbed, for time was passing, the tempest was increasing in severity, and the commit tee had some distance to ride that night. In five minutes tho Judge again called them, and this time tho obedient twelve gave the verdict “ Guilty !” “ Quite correct,” said the Judge. 4i I approve. It's a verdict. Carry out the sentence, yew,” he added, to two of his associates. “ And now, gentlemen, I think we’ve done our duty. The hosses wait. Hev ye anything to say ?” he in quired of the criminal. The poor man pleaded earnestly for mercy, and protested his innocence wildly, but it was useless. The majori ty of the party then left the hut, and th two men, placing their unhappy prison er astride a mule, unbound him, except for a turn of the rope on his left wrist, and walked beside him to the place of execution. There his outer clothing was taken from him, and his boots—• those fatal witnesses —laid aside. He was then fastened to a tree. The place of execution had been avoll chosen. It was a low point jutting out into the river just below the rapdds. The cur rent was running swiftly, swollen by the melting snows and the tromendous rain, which was still descending in torrents. From this point the river descended rapidly. Higher up, but then obscured by the thickly falling rain and mist, was a high ridge, which projected across the river, and formed a sort of bow-like in closure, in the center of which was (and is) a small wooded island. Below this eyot the river divides. It becomes narrower, and passing on the right side over a small, rocky break water, or natural barrier, it takes a tre mendous leap sheer 100 feet over the rock, spreading out from the base mauy feet in its descent. On the left side of the island the stream has worn away the rock to a greut extent, and on that side the water hurries down a rapid at a steep angle, and at tho bottom meets deep water, which drives in a swift cur rent over the right shore, to a strip of beach or low ground—a watering station for animals. .. The men charged tfith the execution had well chosen the place. The prisoner stood with hands clasped as one of his guardians was making preparations, and the other stood ready to fire should the prisoner attempt to escape. One was adjusting the cord upon a neighboring tree, underneath which the mule had been already led, when an exclamation from him made the other guardian turn his head. The quick-eyed Mexican seized his opportunity. With a swift sweep of his right hand he severed with the concealed knife the rope at his wrist, and with a desperate backward spring he threw himself into the eddying, boil ing river. . . The heavy splash was the first intima tion that the other men had of the Mexi can’s escape ; and, with revolver ready, one waited till the swimmer should re appear. He rose, and struck out boldly for the opposite shore. The man raised the pistol, when his companion atejed arm. __ . . ■ • j ‘‘ Give him a chance, Bob, he said. “ You or me may want a good turn some day ; and beside, I don’t b’lieve he lifted them animals. Soft Smith s an id jit. “ Weil, mebbe yer right, replied the other, as he returned his pistol “ Poor chap V* he added, with a touch of feeling to which he had long been a stranger. “ Poor chap ! the fall will save us the Hefgone !” replied the other. “He can’t git over, eh ?” “You betl” exclaimed his companion. “ He’s right enough, I do declare ; he 11 frit out now I” . . ... Meantime the unfortunate fugitive was struggling vigorously to J? 1 * center of the stream. He was swimming strongly, hand over hand, and every now and then he cast a glance at the ridge of rocks that fnnged the rapid Lading to the fall of a sheer hmidred feet Could he dear this he might be saved. He ires making good way, out INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA. ever being drawn nearer and nearer by the resistless current to his destruction. The men on shore watched his progress with feverish anxiety. Another yard or two and he would gain the rocky ledge wliich ended the fall and where the less-dangerous rapids began. Would he last *? The ihen clasped hands in their strong excitement, and by a simultaneous im pulse cheered the swimmer on. Tho poor wretch heard it. It gave him courage. One minute more and ho would be clear ; with renewed energy he strove, and with a despairing effort clutched the rock. His legs swung for a second into the milky mass of water above the cataract. Could he bear the strain ? A cheer from the shore; a mighty effort—swung himself over, and with a long, sweeping stroke dashed down the rapids and disappeared. ***** The men turned away, breathing more freely, and returned as hastily as possi ble to camp to report. The storm still continued; the river had run up the creek, and it was nightfall ere, wet to tho skin and chilled to tho bones, they gained the saloon. Here all was con fusion ; twenty tongues were speaking at onco, and all condemning “Soft” Smith. The “Judge ” was present, and as the two men entered he said, “I’m kinder sorry we hanged that Mexican. We’ve done him an injury, boys, I’m afeard.” “Save trouble in the end, mebbe, ’ said another. But the Judge shook his head. “ Wliat’s the matter ? ” inquired tho late comers. “Why, Soft Smith’s a fool. He’s found liis beasts safe at home, where they went o’ themselves, having broke halter. The tracks was the Mexican’s tracks, but only to his own location. We’ve done that man a wrong, and I’m ready to apologize ; I can’t say faker. Here’s his health I ” A voice from the doorway replied : “I drink to that! ” and as all eyes wer® turned in the direction of the sound, a ragged, half-naked form, the limbs bruised and bleeding from deep scratches, walked up to the bar. Terror sat upon countenance. The visitor was tho Mexican. “Didn’t ye—didn’t ye hang him?” gasped the sturdy but superstitious Judge to his deputies. “ Uuess not,” replied one of the pair addressed. “He slipped into the river and swam across the Cataract Rapid.” “Thunder ! but I’m glad. Here’s my hat, boys ; fill in your dust now, and lot him have it.” No second bidding was needed. Very soon the heap of gold-dust had reached a goodly pile, to which Soft Smith was a most liberal contributor. Ogden Smith was considerably laughed at, but the Mexican was regarded as a hero and prospered. Tlie camp in time was broken up, but there are many still alive who remember that swim for lif® across tlie Small Snake river. A Troublesome Elephant. Secretary Kalb, of the Fair Associa tion, was found in his Chestnut street office yesterday afternoon, looking very thoughtfully at a patent padlock lying before him on his desk. “I don’t know,’’ said he to a Globe-Democrat reporter who entered, “I don’t know as that will answer, but 1 think it will.” Then he fell into a brown study for a few minutes, that was ended by silently passing the lock over for examination. The reporter had no idea what it all meant, but expressed the opinion that the padlock was apparently a good one, and asked the secretary what he had bought $ for. “ Well, you know the elephant at the Zoological Garden P” was the answer. I’ve got this for her, to make sure that she don’t get into mischief. We have always kept her chained up by a shackle round one leg, but of late she has been freeing herself every night, and we have got to try anew scheme. For a long time the shackle was kept clasped by an ordinary thumbscrew, but she got an insight to the way it worked, and would unscrew it as fast as put on. Then we tried a small square nut, the same that you see on carriage bolts. This both ered her for several weeks, when she finally managed to get some sort of a catch on it, and every morning she would be loose. Then she got in the way of throwing the nut away and we could not find it at all. Now, I have got this padlock, that works with a small spring on one side, and I am in clined to think it will puzzle her to get the best of it.” “ She’s not ugly?” “Not a bit; but we don’t like to go out in the morning j and find her wandering around appa- : rentlv laughing at you. She is as gen- ! tie as a lamb, and it would do you good to see her take her bath every evening, when he takes her from her quarters to the house for the night. She goes into the pond all over, diving and swimming as if it was the best of fun.— St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Court of Appeals, iu the matter of a property owner’s petition for injunction 1 n pnmrflTl\ T whioli ViqH against a telegraph company, which had put up a pole opposite his premises un der a permit from the Board of Public Improvements, it was stated that the power of the Board to give such per mits might be so limited as to exclude the erection of anything unsightly. The Rochester (N. Y.) Democrat says that Captain Paul Boy ton sounded the water below the upper Genesee Falls recently, and found it over seven ty feet in depth. He made a search under the falls for Sam Patch’s bones, but failed to find even a vestige. Egypt’s Army. The Egyptian array was organized by American officers, and as far as it has any efficiency it is their creation. These 'officers—some twenty-five in number —went to Egypt in 18(17, nearly all broken in fortune and filled with high hopes in their new employment. It was through Gen. Thaddeus P. Mott, and son of Dr. Valentine Mott, who had made his way to Constantinople and there married a Greek lady, that these gentlemen were induced to enter the service of the Khedive. Gen. Mott served in Italy, and afterward rose to the rank of brigadier-general in the federal army during the late civil war. The best known of these Americans was Gen. Charles P. Stone, w’ho almost immediately became chief of staff, and soon after firmly established himself in a post similar in power and authority to that of Gen. Von Moltke toward the German armies. It was not long be fore the American officers began to feel hostile pressure from two quarters— one from the American consul general, Coi. George 11. Butler, and from the English influence! prevailing in Cairo and Alexandria. Then followed some personal encounters and general bick- ering disgraceful to all concerned, und as a body among the Christian colonies of those two cities these gentlemen soon lost any collective standing. In dividually, however, they were soldiers of established reputation, the larger proportion being from the Confederate army, and they have nearly all led very adventurous careers, both before and after leaving the Egyptian service. The most prominent Confederate was Col. Charles Ilhett, Chief of Staff to Gen. Joseph E. Johnston during the civil war. When Col. Ilhett went to Egypt he was very much disinclined to adopt the habits of the military in matters of costume, and, in fact, had no sympathy with the country at all, and was quite outspoken in his views. From this cir cumstance he was never given an im portant command, but like many others, was given his pay, according to con tract, which \va3 an inflexible instru ment. He was siezed with paralysis while on a visit to Europe, dying sud denly. He was the most popular of all the American officers in ” An officer of no less note was Loring Pasha, who, in 1849, performed the most difficult and painstaking march known in American military annals. He conducted a regiment supplied with ar- i tillery across the Rocky Mountains to ! Oregon —a five months’ tramp. He sub- ! sequently engaged in the Mexican war, j leaving an arm on the field, but when j the civil war came he cast his fortunes | with the South. When he left Egypt, j where he was commandant of Alexan dria, the Khedive gave him $50,000, which it is understood has almost melted away in disastrous speculation. It was Gen. Loring who constructed almost all of the important defenses of Alexan dria, commanded the disastrous expe dition against Abyssinia, and whoso hand is visible in the military organiza- j tion as it exists to-day. He is living in New York, engaged upon a book re- j counting the experiences of his life. The career of Gen. Charles P. Stone j is well known to all army officers, and | had he remained in his original position on the army list there is scarcely an officer in the active service that would now rank him. He was, however, at the instance of the late Senator Sumner, sent to Fort Lafayette on charges of treasonable conduct at the battle of Ball’s Bluff, and was subsequently dis missed. This event nearly upset his reason ; but he rallied, became a mining engineer, and finally accepted the posi tion at tbe head of "the Egyptian staff which he still holds. His conduct in Egypt has been both highly praised and severely criticised. One thing is certain. He was about the only American officer who was able to hold his place against all intrigue, first with Islimail Pasha, the deposed Khedive, and then with his j son, Tewfik, his successor. Gen. Stone not only undertook to organize the pres ent army, to revolutionize the rotten j methods he found in vogue, but he set | on foot a comprehensive system of cen tral African exploration, under Col. C. ; C. Long, Sparrow Purdy and Majors Mason, Prout and Dye. The officers now remaining at the scene of conflict are Gen. Stone, Col. C. C. Long (notin the army) and Maj. Mason. Sparrow Purdy is dead. Among those no longer living, too, are Col. Jenifer, the invent or of the Jenifer saddle; Gen. Sibley, the inventor of the Sibley tenl; Gen. Reynolds, Col. Frank Reynolds, Mai. Hunt and Col. Campbell, all ex-Confed erate officers. Gen. R. E. Colston, who made ajourney of 1,700 miles on a litter from equatorial Africa to the Nile, is now engaged as a military instructor at an academy on Washington Heights, i Col. Wood is living quietly at Norfolk. ! It is hardly probable that any of the ! American officers will participate in the • struggle, with the exception of Gen. I Stone, and it is extremely doubtful if he will be permitted to retain any impor tant command if a religious war grows out of the present situation. Few of the officers no w live to see the fruit of their labors. There is a very large number of Americans and officers everywhere who will watch the result of the fighting a3 an evidence of what our military task-masters can do with Afri can material. The army numbers 50,- 000 men, and the troops curry Reming ton rifles. In all of the local events of the Soudan the negro troops have proved themselves better soldiers than the Egyptians. As to the Bedouin®, there is the same romance about their fighting qualities as there is about the North American Indian in the open field. Like other nomads they are valiant in am bush and can produce havoc, but they do not love modern artillery.— Detroit Post and Tribune. Will We Import Meat I The amount of fresh beef and mutton now brought from Australia and New Zealand to Great Britain is very large and is constantly increasing. The best scientific skill and inventive talent arc employed in devising means to produce low temperatures and to perfect other means to insure preservation. Large capital and excellent business ability are now employed in various enterprises for supplying Great Britain with meat produced on the islands that lie in the South Pacific. The recent experiments of bringing fresh meat from Sydney to Glasgow in sailing vessels have been en tirely successful. Now '.he question is presented to the business men of this country, why not bring fresh meat from South America to supply the cities on the Atlantic coast? The distance from South American ports to New York is less than half that from Australian ports to Glasgow. The great plains of sev eral South American countries arc cov ered with cattle that are now slaught ered for the hides and tallow they af ford. It is true that meat is cheaper in New York Ilian in London, but it is very dear in the former city. It is also true that the cattle in Australia are superior to those in South America, but a few years’ time will be sufficient to grade them up to the proper standard. It costs much more to raise cattle and sheep in Australia than in South Amer ica, as most of the grazing land be longs to individuals or is leased from the Government. The margin of protit is much larger for South American meat, as the cattle can bo obtained cheaper, the voyage is shorter and the tempera ture of the ocean over which vessels sail is more favorable for preservation. — Chicago Times. An Intelligent Pug. In affectionate loyalty to a four-footed friend, a correspondent in Tarrytown, who has been annoyed by the chargo o stupidity preferred against the entire race of pug dogs in an article copied by sne Sunday Tribune , very handsomely vindicates the intelligence of at least one pug. He writes: “He acknowledged but one master, that being his mistress, and seems to be unhappy away from her. He is delighted to go with her to walk, as he often does, but never thinks of asking to go if she takes a bag with her to go to the city. On occasions, he seems to know about the time she returns in the afternoon, and has been known u> sit on a chair for two hours, looking from a window, where he could see a carriage turn toward the house, when he would manifest his joy by barks and yelps and rush to the door to receive her. Wheh she leaves with a trunk for j a longer time, he shows his grief, not ! only by his countenance, but by shed | ding tears, which I have seen roll down his face. He has been taught many tricks. When living in town, he would always run to the basement window, when the postman whistled, to receive the letters, and would give them only to his mistross. Once an advertisement was thrown in, and the cook tossed it in the coal-scuttle, but he insisted on hav ing it, and went with it up-stairs. He will walk on his hind legs, or bark for his dinner; will sneeze when he wants to take a walk; will eat nothing that you tell him has ‘cost money’ until yon say it is ‘paid for;’ will sit on his hind legs, with a piece of cake or cracker on his nose untii five is counted, when he will eat it; and although he is very fond of going to walk, he will not go with the children until he first to his mis i tress and asks permission.” A Beautiful Yoicc. Madam de Stael would have gladly parted with some of her wit if she could only have been beautiful. It would not be strange if the equally famous ‘ ‘ George Eliot ” felt the same ’ hopeless hunger for beauty (for she was a remarkably homely woman). We see how sweet it was to" her to be praised for a grace that is akin to beauty. This little story about George Eliot is told by a Maine lady, who met the novelist at a hotel in Switzerland, just after “Romola” appeared. One day Mrs. Lewes was reading aloud in French to a little girl in the garden, and the American drew near to listen to the musical tones. Presently Mrs. Lewes glanced ar the intruder and said : “ Do you understand ? ” “I do not care for tbe matter,” an swered the American; “I only came to listen to your sweet voice.” “Do you like it ? ” said Mrs. Lewes, with some surprise. The American warmly expressed her admiration, and George Eliot’s face lighted with pleasure as she took her hand, saying : “I thank you. I would rather you would compliment my voice than my ‘Romola.’ ” — Youth's Companion. —How the soul of the utter Oscar must be harrowed when he reads such things as this: “Whence Mr. \\ ilde got his aestheticism we know not. It was not from that worthy man of science, his father. His habits were Hibernian to the core, and * racy of the soil.’ Dining out one day in Dublin, a lady, an intimate acquaintance, whom he took down to dinner, said: ‘Now, really, Sir William, this is outrageous; you haven’t washed your hands.’ \\ ith .r-reat good humor the eminent ocuiLt replied: ‘I will bet 3*oll that there’s a dirtier hand than‘that here.’ ‘I don’t believe it,’ rejoined bis fair com panion. ‘Well then, there,’ said the knight, and he held up his other ba'-'t He spoke truth.” Chicago j SUBSCRIPTION—SI.SO. N UMBER 52. PITH AM) POINT. —A man who does not know his own mod is of so little importance that he iecd not be introduced to it. —Do not wear your troubles and misfortunes all on*the outside like an overcoat, but keep them hidden within, like a ragged-back vest. — I/)well Citizen. \ Tennessee paper announces: “Subscribers sent to jail for the summer season can have their papers mailed regularly by notifying us of the change of address.” —More than half the newspapers in the world are printed in the English language; that is to say, in such En glish as the writer happens to have on hand. — Imiisville Courier-Journal. —They don’t have rains out West. A cloud just saunters up and examines a town and then collapses right over it, Nobody escapes but the newspaper reporters and the book agents. — Atlanta Constitution. —lf isn’t the value we care for when a neighbor wrings the neck of a chicken and flings the body over the fence. What hurts is the fact that he has n dog which can be poisoned by way ol getting even.— Detroit Free Press. —They sat by the tower of Pisa, And he did what he could to plisa; lie looked in her eyes, lie heaved many seyes, Then .-tuck out his arms for to squlesa. —Louisville Courier-Journal. —When you find a newspaper an nouncing that “Miss Arabella Dash, the plain-looking, commonly-educated and passably-tempered daughter of Col. Dash, is about to wed,” etc., .you will find an honest journalist —who will get the bounce within twentv-four hours. —“Vy, Adolph,” said Mrs. Felder stoiderberger, at Long Branch, “you lief been helped tree dimes to dat sherry pies, und you vill be sicks!” “Neffer mind,” says Mr. Felderstelder berger, “I bay four tollar mit a tay and Adolph is entitled to a whole pie, any how.” —“ We have plenty of fresh salt air here; even our lady boarders wear sol ’taircs in theirctfrs,” said an enthusiastic seaside laudtord. “Don’t say so,” said the press guest. “Have you a salt rheum in the house?” “Yes, sir,” said the landlord quickly; “a humorous cor respondent has it just now.” — Chicago Tribune. —Teacher —“What is a score?” Pu pil —“The number of runs made at a cricket-match.” Teacher—“No, no; what I mean is how much does a score signify numerically. What idea does it give you? That is to say, if 1 were to Tell you that 1 had a score of horses, what would you think?” Pupil— “l‘lea-e, inarm, I should think you was stuffin’ me.” Tlie Library at Abbotsford. The library is the handsomest apart ment at Abbotsford. It is fifty feet in length by thirty in breadth, and has an immenso bay-window that affords a charming glimpse of the Tweed. The ceiling is carved after designs from Mel rose Xbbey. There are twenty thou sand volumes here and in the study. The book-cases were made under Sir Walter’s direction, by his own work men. Some of them contain rave and curious old books and MSS. that are carefully guarded under lock and key. Here, on the wall, i3 the portrait of Sir Walter’s eldest son, who was Colonel of the Fifteenth Hussars. He went out to Madras in 1839, and was a very pop ular and efficient officer; but he soon fell a victim to the fatal climate of India and died on the return voyage to En gland, whither he had been ordered on l ~ C L! n LnnUL U ovn iaa ia fKa account of his health. Here, too, is the bust of Sir Walter at the age of forty nine, by Chantrey. There are chairs exquisitely wrought, from the Borghese Palace at Rome, the gift of the Pope; a silver urn upon a stand of porphyry, from Lord Byron; and an ebony cabi net. and set of chairs presented by King George IV. In a glass case, shielded from the touch of prof ane fingers, ar® the purse of Rob Roy; the brooch of his wife; a note book in green and gold, once the property of Napoleon I.; and a gold .-miff-box, also given by King G corge IV. W hen this royal friend was Regent, he invited Scott to dine with him in London, addressing him famil iarly as “Walter,” and showering upon him evidences of his esteem; when ho succeeded to the throne, one of the first acts of the kingly prerogative wa*' to •reate him a Baronet.—-Si. Nicholas. The Center of Population. In the several States efforts are al ways made to establish a capital very near the center, but this is often imprac ticable. The Massachusetts Legislature meets at Boston at the cast end of the State, and our National Capital is also far to the east and out of the geograph ical line of the center of population. The great emigration and the growth of population^V’est was constantly chang ing the imaginary point on the map which indicates that there are equal numbers North, South, East and West. According to the census returns in 1870 the center of population was 48 miles east by north of Cincinnati. In 1880 the center was near the village of Taylors ville, in Kentucky, and eight miles west by south of Cincinnati. It is predicted that in 1890 the center of population will be in Jennings County, in South eastern Indiana. In these days of tele graph and fast steam travel it does not much matter where our capitals are lo cated. The real center of a community is now where its business is transacted. There is no danger of Washington be- Jijt removed to the west of rke Missis ini in this century at least.— Demo- Montldy.