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THE MATTERHORN HEAD.
Ove vwhelmed I have been by the Matterhorn’s
loom;
I have clung where its chasms abysmally
gloom;
I have noted its forehead, creased, wrinkled
and old,
Its brows that aro bent upon purposes bold,
Held steadily to as millenniums go;
I have bowed my bared head to its crowning
of snow.
The Matterhorn rises subjectively grand
In memory’s world, as, retiring, I stand
Where monuments crowd on the field of the
dead,
And mutely express wli3t can never be said,
However wo try; the foundations from where
The palace of hope ascends through the air.
But what is thus causing to nobly ariso
endid old mountain to memory’s eyes?
A head that is crowned with a glory of white,
With a brow that is set with a purposeful
might,
With a forehead which thinking has wrinkled
and lined,
A head that is surely the homo of a mindl
A head that is bowed as its bearer pursues
His leisurely way about trim avenues,
Bowed lowly, where ancient and massive there
rests
A monolith over tho crumbling breasts
Of his dead; still lowly before a rough stone
In a plat that is tended, but sadly alone 1
Tho head, it is up, and the glanco is about,
As if to make something more certainly out.
There’s a smile on the lips, and a look in the
eyes,
That doubt, the cold fiend of the darkness, de*
fiesl
His palaco of hope, it is real, complete,
And lie and his dead there lovingly meet!
The names on the monolith’s weather stained
face,
By scraping the mosses, I managed to trace.
The name on tho stone? Let the selfish world
stare!
•Twas the name of a dog that was rudely cut
there!
Is there hope that a dog may ari ,e from tho
dt:ad?~
The answer is,' yes, from a Matterhorn head!
—Charles Josiah Adams in Dog Fancier.
Disraeli la 1807.
With his olive complexion and
coal black eyes, and tho mighty
dome of his forehead (no Christian
temple be sure), he is unlike any
living creature ono ever mot. I had
never seen him in daylight before,
, ;id daylight accentuates the
strangeness. Tho face is more like
a mask than over and the division
between him and mere mortals more
marked. I would as soon have
thought of sitting down at table
with Hamlet or Lear or tho Wan
dering Jew. They say, and say
truly enough, what an actor tho
man is, and yet the ultimate im
pression is of absolute sincerity and
unreserve. Grant Duff will havo it
that he is an alien. What’s England
•to him or he to England:' There is
‘just where they are wrong. Whig
or Radical or Tory doesn’t matter
much perhaps, but this mightier
hseniee, ; this imperial republic on
which tho sun never sets —that vi
.fcion fascinates him or I am much
mistakon. England is tho Israel of
his- imagination, and ho will be the
imperial minister before he dies.—
Skelton.
Itistori’a Oranges.
One of tho prettiest episodes in the
life of the Marquise Caprnnoca del
Gullovuco, known : to tho playing
world as the famous tragedienne
Adelaide Eistori, is yearly recalled
by the gift of a basket, of oranges
from a Spanish green grocer, named
Cbapado. Chapado was oneo a sol
dier in the Spanish army, condemned
to death for insubordination, hut
•Ristori, whoso interest had boon
aroused in tho unfortunate man,
flung herself on her knees before
ftho Duke of Valencia and Queen Isa
‘bella, and “begged off” so eloquent
ttr that shesecured his pardon. Ev
grateful
it
ON AN ICEBOAT.
The Inexperienced Man Thought Do Had
Cut a Man’s Head OH*.
It was on a largo bay. The ice
was now and literally as smooth a:t
glass from end to end. No ground
swells had worked in under it to
make cracks, and the feel of tho
boat was more like flying than any
thing I havo known since. All ono
could hear was tho crack of the mast
and tho yard as the puffs came hard
er, and as the ice skato cut its lino
in the green crystal it chiseled out
a spurt of brittlo fragments that
could be heard tinkling on tho ice
like broken glass.
We were going exactly 58 miles
an hour, as timed between two har
bor buoys that were frozen in—they
being laid 1 % miles apart—and there
were a few people crossing tho bay,
here and there, on foot. We had tho
wind a little forward of abeam, and
were heading on the port taok for
tho clubhouse. But ahoad of us,
and to windward, a foot passenger
was crossing. At first ho was only a
speck on the distant ice. Then wo
could see that tho speck walked, and
that it had moving legs. Another
few moments, and wo were nearing
him, when two other iceboats were
seen approaching with almost the
speed of lightning. I thought I could
cross ahead of them, and still pass
behind the pedestrian, but tho other
boats, being on tbe starboard tack,
had the right of way. We were ap
proaching with almost the speed of
lightning, and as I dared not at that
time toy to bear away I pinched up
to clear them. This I just succeeded
in doing, though tho second one
forced my course till I was flying
straight for tho foot passenger. He
was then only a short distance
ahead, and had taken to run—of
course, in the wrong direction—and
then fell down in thocourso I hoped
to be able to take.
My iceboat was going about a
mile a minute, clearing space at
about 29 yards a second, say 87 foot
a second, and I felt myself sicken
as I saw him fall. I dared not try to
hear away, for fear tho craft would
not do so in time, so I jammed tho
tiller down and tho boat took a
frightfully sharp curve that sent
two of tho crow spinning out over
tho ice to leeward. I felt the ice
skato, that is shaped like the blade
of tbe guillotino, tilt up as wo flew
past something black on tlio ico, and
then, as the boat mad reached into
tho wind, I looked back along tho
grassy green. Tho figure was still
stretched out at full length upon the
ice, and two feet ahead of him lay
something round and black that be
longed to him, but was not separat
ed from him, and I cried aloud, “My,
God, I havo cut his bead off!”
It was a dreadful feeling. I
couldn’t Stir. Of what further uso
was I to him?
And then I saw the figure move.
It stretched along the ico. And in
tho distance I saw an arm reach for
ward and seize tho detached head
and put it back in place. It was tho
man’s fur cap tho iceboat had tilted
on. When bo bad fallen, this bad
been thrown ahead of him a couple
of feet, and mighty glad I was to
; give him the price of anew ono to
! call it square. We measured tho dis
tance to find out how far the two
; fellows were thrown who went over
| tho side at the time of the sharp
curve. We paccd.it off-fnam tWJ.j.-.e
cut by tho lee skffte and found that
they had spun along tho smooth sur
face 280 feet—almost 100 yards.—
! New York Tribune.
When Men Carried w-** 5 -*
When the mug stalks abroad,
toes and noses, tbe lady
plunges her pretty fingers deeper
'into her muff, while her attendant
comfortable
A Ver; y Bad Egg.
E. LANIER
& son & co.
sp-. - -
Iff V I:'
i I'SrlM ! I -
| JEWELERS
v _~ ~ ' Way cross, C*a.
V e don’t sell bad eggs at cur store. We have nothing but first class goods.
Our spring stock is unusually bright and attractive this
•reason and we can please the most fastidious.
If you want your watch or jewelry repaired send it to tlie old reliable house
of T. E, LANIER SON & CO., Waycross, Ga.
nmm this
1 Propose to
SELL GOODS THIS YEAR
Cheaper Than Anybodyl
mOASH f
1 Can Afford to do this because I Pay Cash for my Goods and
llecivc the Discounts, which Enables me ,to sell very close
when People bring the money.
My Stock is Composed of*
Dry Cloodss, & Groceries
Boots and Siloes,
Ladies and Gents HATS!
CL*OTHmC3r!
Hardware, Tinware and Crockery, Saddles and.Harness, Trunks
and Furniture of all kinds. 1 als keep a stock of
Coffins and Fine Caskets
-At sail
J can sell you a a FARM—Mv Mill grinds
every Friday, and if necessary on Saturday.
B. PETERSON,
DOUGLAS GEORGUjj
LfiffiOmifflarti nitmii
PEARSONS Merchant
~~HUttCE. —
- HIS STOCK OF
DRY GOODS Hats
Roots, shoes, notions*
•
And Ready Made Panis. is always full, Wut.Groceriea,'Shoes
and Ladies’ Hats are his Specialties.
The Public arc iuvitad to call on
j w PRINCE
PEARSON, GEORGIA.
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