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A ( uiitriut.
For The Sun.
The young country merchant of the
present Jay knows very little of the labor
and inconvenience of conducting the busi
ness of country stores in the days when his
grandfather was young. Sixty-five to sev
enty years ago, the writer's father had a
store in South Carolina, about two hun
dred and seventy-five miles northwest of
the city of Charleston. The writer has
often heard him speak of the labor and in
convenience he was subjected to in procur
ing his goods. It was the custom then for
the country merchant to go to Charleston
with a six-horse wagon loaded with pro
duce. On his arrival, he would sell or
barter his produce, and when he had effect
ed his purchases or exchanges, as the case
might be, he would assist to pack up and
load, and then return home by the same
conveyance. The medium of exchange
was then produce or silver coin. The wri
ter’s father on one occasion—perhaps on
more than one—had a half bushel of silver
coin he required to supplement his produce
exchange in Charleston, and to effect his
purpose of taking it to the city convenient
ly, he partially filled a barrel with melted
wax, and when the wax cooled, he emptied
in his half bushel of coin, then melted
more wax and poured it upon the coin un
til the barrel was filled. The wagoner,
supposing the contents of the barrel to be
wax only, swore it was the heaviest barrel
of wax he ever handled.
Thomas Fleming, late of Philadelphia,
then a young man. did business on King
Street and dealt in all goods usually sold
in a country store —rum and Manongahela
whiskey included. The barrel of wax was
rolled into Fleming’s yard, the wax being
melted and poured oft. left a rcsidium of
precious metal to the astonished gaze of
the wagoner. Not unfrequently, a hogs
head of leaf tobacco would be rolled to
the city by horse power. To such expedi
ents had the old-time country merchant to
resort to furnish the means of exchange
for goods.
All this is changed now ; the young
country merchant of the present day, in
stead of a tiresome ride on horseback of
many days over well stuffed saddlebags,
or by wagon, packs his valise with needed
articles for a pleasure trip, steps into a
fialace car, and in twenty-four hours, or
ess, is luxuriously domiciled at the
Charleston or Pavilion Hotel, instead of
the old dingy quarters his grandfather oc
cupied at the sign of the “Buck,” corner
of King and George streets, where the lo
quacious Celt, in conducting him to his
room, perhaps on the third story, assured
him that “he need not fear going up so
high for Mr. Fleming is a careful man and
always insures his houses against fires.”
Cotton and currency are now the medi
ums of exchange, and the “iron horse”
and rail has superceded the bone and
muscle of the olden horse power; and the
young merchant, instead of being limited
to one or two antiquated stores on King
street, as his grandfather was, finds all
lines of goods separated and contained in
numerous elegant stores on Hayne and
Meeting streets, and one or more obsequi
ous drummers from each, ready to do the
agreeable, until liis purchases arc made ,
when the numerous unsuccessful candi
dates for his suffrages return to status quo.
The world moves, and men and manners
move with it. It might interest your
readers to note the progress of the change
in mercantile modes and manners from the
olden time to the present and the actors
therein in the “old city by the sea,” but it
would occupy too much of your space ; at
any rate, the writer prefers to conclude
with some notice of the change _ “ Old
Father Time ” has effected also in the
country.
Well, in the olden time goods were sold
on a credit as they are now, but the laws
were honest laws then—can we say as
much now? The people were honest peo
ple then—can we say as much now? Let
the exemption and homestead laws answer
the former, and the burglaries, and arsons,
and murders, penitentiaries and long past
due and unpaid accounts on merchants'
books answer the latter.
The people bought in the olden time
such things as they required only ! Do
thev confine themselves to such now?
.1 11 • i 1 P I?
Calicoes were then all imported from Eng
land 50 pieces in a case, each piece twenty
eight yards long and twenty-five inches
wide. One piece was sufficient then for
four dresses, the matrons of that day took
‘just seven yards to a dress and only bought
one a year at that, the rest were home
made. Pinbacks and bustles were then
unknown, the only thing then resembling
a bustle was always seen in front, instead
of the rear. How is it now? Sixteen
yards of calico is hardly sufficient now to
make a dress that will cover the elongated
bustle and allow for pinback and train.
The spinning wheel is put aside for the
piano, homespun for calico and muslins,
and the latter in turn for silks, &c. Could
a young man of the olden time take a look
at a company of costly attired young
ladies, he would wonder if any young man
could have the temerity to offer one of
them his hand, but perhaps his wonder
would cease when he turned to view the
costume and habits of the genteel (?)
young man of the present time. Boots
instead of brograns —store clothes instead
of home-made —white kids instead of the
brawny color obtained at the plow scented
kerchief, choice Havannas, &c., &c. But
the world moves, and we move with it.
Merchant.
A Lone Widow's Icviee.
An amusing story comes from the Ar
dennes, where, according to the tale, an
agriculturalist recently died, leaving a
wife, a horse and a dog. A few moments
before his death he called his wife to him,
and bade her sell the horse and give the
proceeds of the sale to his relatives, and to
sell the dog and keep the money thus gain
ed for herself.
Soon after the death the wife went to the
market with the horse and dog, and ex
hibited them, with the announcement that
the price of the dog was five hundred
francs, and that of the horse five francs.
VOL. II —NO. (.
The passers-by stopped and stared, and
judged the woman mad, more especially
as she informed all would-be purchasers
that to buy the horse it was necessary to
buy the dog first. At last a curious 'pas
ser-by concluded the bargain; after which
the skillful woman handed over five francs
to the family of her deceased husband, ami
retained five hundred francs for herself,
thus contriving at the same time to carry
out the letter, if not the spirit, of the will
of her husband, and to secure the largest
sum of money for herself.
Story of a Drnnitttie Murder.
Sol Smith tells a dramatic story of the
murder of his brother Lemuel, an actor.
It did not occur in the theatre, but in a
drinking saloon in Augusta, Ga Some
words took place between him and a man
named Flournoy, who drew a pistol and
shot Lemuel.
Le fell mortally wounded, and expired
shortly after, without giving any of the
particulars of the affray, lie was only
twenty-seven years of age, very popular as
an actor, and greatly beloved. The coro
ner's jury brought in a verdict of guilty of
wilful murder; but Flourney gave himself
up. During the trial Sol addressed the
prisoner thus :
“ Before God and man I charge you with
murdering my young brother. The sleep
of the innocent will nevermore be yours.
You are a murderer, and will ever more
carry the mark of homicide upon your
brow ; from this time forth, in this world,
you will never sleep again.”
Flourney was acquitted on the plea that
it was a duel. Two years after, Sol was
accosted by an abject-looking wretch, who
stood before him in an attitude of suppli
cation. It was William Flourney.
Why do you follow me?” said Sol.
“ Because I want you to shoot me—
right here.”
“No ; it is not for mo to punish you,”
was the reply.
“ It is not punishment I ask you to in
flict—that I have received already in full
measure. It is vengeance 1 wish you to
take for your brother's murder upon his
murderer. I endeavored to persuade my
self I committeed the deed in self-defence,
lint I know better now. lam a murderer.
You said I would never sleep more, and 1
never have. I have closed my eyes at
night, as usual have steeped my senses in
brandy until until unconsciousness came,
but that blessed sleep you drove away lias
never returned to me for one moment. My
life is a burden to me. Take it. Let me
die by your hand, and then 1 may feel your
brother may forgive me. I will die to
night !” he said, impressively, as Sol turn
ed away and left him.
The next morning Flournoy's body was
found at his country place. It was rid
dled by bullets, and scalped. An Indian
war had just broken out, and he had been
its first victim.
As Wonderful as True.
St. Joseph (Jfo.) Herald.
A Masonic lodge in Indiana was pre
! sided over by a Master who had an exag-
I gerated notion of discipline. One night he
met his lodge in called meeting (not a mem
ber absent) to instruct them in the work.
Teaching them the use of the gavel, he had
just called them up with three knocks,
when he leaned too far back, fell through
a window to the ground—four stories—and
broke his neck. Picked up next morning,
he was buried decently, but not a Mason
came to the funeral. More strange still,
not a Mason appeared any more in that vil
vage. It was inexplicable. Forty women
left widows, two hundred and twenty chil
dren left orphans, eighty four merchants
left in the lurch with unpaid bills. Twen
ty years after that somebody went up into
the fourth story, broke open the door and
beheld the lodge, a lodge of skeletons !
Strange, but true, they had strictly obeyed
the orders of the VV. M. and, waiting for
the knocks to seat them, starved to death.
Each was standing in an attitude of respect
ful attention, “ looking to the east,” and
had no pitjdng citizen taken them down
they would have been standing there
still.
Awful Carnage in lowa.
Burlington Hawk-Eye.
Seven Massachusetts sewing machine
agents and fourteen book agents invaded
this county one day last week.
The governor was immediately urged to
send troops, but he said he had no military
at his command, but he would send down
a couple of lightning-rod men and a chro
mo man, who would talk the invaders to
death.
Then Burlington just got up and went
over the river and hid in the woods until
the sound of the carnage died away.
And as the pale moon rose up slowly
and calmly she looked down and saw the
pale corpses of seven sewing machine
agent, and two lightning-rod men, while
the only living creature that roamed the
awful field was a deafehromo man, in the
wild, tierce delirium of the lock-jaw.
(jinllant Gordon.
Winmboro' (.S’. C. 1 Herald.
A strong fight will be made over Senator
Gordan’s seat from Georgia this Fall.
The gallant Gordon has won a second term
by his patriotic and able record. Especi
ally gratifying would his re-election be to
the many South Carolinians who met him
last Winter in Columbia during those try
ing times.
He that never changed any of his opin
ions, never corrected any' of his mistakes ;
and he who was never wise enough to find
out any mistakes in himself, will not be
charitable enough to excuse what he
reckons mistakes in others.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY. OCTOBER IS?;.
Tin* Oil! Heelin'.
MY WILL S. IIAYH.
Come, Itmlerln'. ait in He golden ear.
Par'a room for you nu' im> uintari
fume, net down on de nnxj '.is m at,
Kamo (dii mu sour an' 'ligiest s sweet.
CIIOUCS.
Den come an'Jlne right now in do ban',
An' take ile sisti in by tie bail',
We tsiuud for ulorv in tie bappj lan
Ain't no sutferin' dui . up dm.
Put deni slippers on your feet
When you walk along in do golden street,
An' in deni angels put your tins’,
Kase no room dar tor to raise a dus’.
If you see Peter sleep at de gate,
Kase de night hefo' lii‘ was tin ho late.
You needn't speet. wid your load ob sin,
l>nt you git pas' him anil steal right in.
Pev know you here, an' devil know you dar,
Kase de angels s always on de sipiar :
lii v'll h int you out oli dar hthly sight.
Ef you're full oli sin, and join soul ain't right.
Shout, sing, kase de time mil nigh
When you put on w ings for to fix to fly,
An' deni wliut pray s an' de loudes' sings
Am de ones w'at w ars de biggest wings.
Ilredern ! sistern ! lit” your eyes
An’ tix dar gaze on de starlight skies.
Kase de Lord am good an’ de I.ord am kind,
Kf you ain't see it you must ho blind.
Don't set down upon your sent.
Hut rise up. bredern. to your feet.
An’ shout for glory ’till you're sick,
An' git dot 'ligion— euro yon quirk.
“(I lory!” “ W hoopoe!” “ Shoo!" “ W list's dot !"
“ Wluit am all you sinners at I"
lirudder deems, pull down your von’,
An’ let item tight dat ho'netV lies'.
I,if up your voice in humble pr’ar,
An' let item sinners ober i!."r
Eo'git dar ligion for a spell
Ah’ wish deni lio nets was in hell.
(iood I.ord, dis mootin' s all broke up,
Kase Satan sent some sinful pup,
Who'll go to hell wid all do res
For bandin' in a lio nets lies'.
Tommy'* I’uuts.
Something mysterious was going on.
That night when Tommy climbed into his
crib, mamma told him that when he waked
in the morning he would find something
: very nice on the chair beside it. He
thought it would be very hard to wait so
long, but it only seemed a minute or so be
fore he waked up and heard the robins
singing with all their might out in the
cherry trees. Mamma was brushing her
hair, moving about softly, so as not to
wake baby, and Tommy sat right up and
! looked about him, rubbing his eyes with
his fat fists. Sure enough, there was
i “ something ” on the chair where he had
left liis plaid dress and ruffled panties. A
new dress? No, not a dress at all, but
the prettiest little suit—-jacket and pants
of soft gray cloth, buttoned with shining
pearl buttons, and trimmed with braid.
\ Tommy could hardly believe his eyes, but
I he was on the floor in a twinkle, laughing
1 and chuckling, and trying to put his pants
right on over his long nightgown.
“Just like a man,” giggled Tommy,
thrusting his hands into his pockets ; and
baby lifted her precious little head from
the pillow, and stared at him with her
great blue eyes, as if she wondered who
that boy was.
“She don’t know me,” said Tommy, in
still greater delight. “She won’t never
have pants, will she?” he added, in a tone
that was partly triumph.
“ I suppose you won’t care about eating
peanuts and candy any more,” said Uncle
Jim, as he went away.
Tommy was walking with his hands be
hind him trying to make his shoes squeak,
lie stopped and looked at Uncle Jim, to
see if ne was in earnest. There was a
twinkle in his eye that reassured Tommy,
so he went on squeaking his shoes, and
wondering what Hilly would say to him.
lie determined to go over immediately and
see, but mamma spoiled that plan by tell
ing him not to go outside the gate on any
account, or do anything to soil his new
clothes, because his papa was coming home
that very morning, and Tommy must look
his best.
Tommy's papa brought him a music-box
that would play three tunes, and a set of
horsemen rode up and down to the tune of
“Captain dinks,” when you turned the
handle of the box they stood upon, so of
course he had to go over after dinner to
show his treasures and his new clothes to
Billy. The result was dreadfully' disap
pointing, so far as the new clothes were
concerned, for that young gentleman smil
ed up his nose at them in decided disap
proval.
“ Ho !” said Billy, “ they’re most like a
girl; only come to your knees, and no gal
luses. 1 don't have my clothes that way.”
Tommy stared with his eyes and wondered
what “galluses” might be, but had not a
doubt that there was but one way to make
clothes, and that was just like Billy’s.
Now, Bill's mamma never troubled herself
about the spring fashions, or any other
fashions. She had half a dozen boys, and
when the older ones outgrew their clothes,
she just cut off the legs a little, patched
the knees and elbows, and passed them on
down the row. Billy’s present pants hap
pened to be a little long, and a little baggy,
but that was a fault time would remedy;
so after inspecting them a moment. Tommy
unbuckled his little trousers at the knee
and stretched and smoothed them down
over his scarlet stockings. It was no use ;
at the very best they would not reach his
ankles.
“Tell ye what.” said Bill, “if ye had
some galluses them pants would reach
down.”
“ Y-e-s,” said Tommy, in bewilderment.
The inventive Billy went directly to
work, and manufactured a pair of suspen
ders out of some old red reins. The short
trousers were unbuttoned from the jacket
and let down to a desirable length, the
“galluses” fastened on with pins and
twine, and then Billy surveyed his work
with triumph.
1 To be sure, there was a noticeable gap
between the top of the trousers nnd the
bottom of the jacket, but the red suspen
ders bridged it over, and Billy remembered
to have seen the same luck upon .lake, the
hostler, so both boys were satisfied.
“There now,” said Billy; "now you
look something like.”
Tie didn't say like what, nnd Tommy
didn't ask : but they plaved with the sol
diers till Ellen rang the hell for ten. Then
papa and mamma, looking out of the par
lor window, saw a funny little figure com
ing across the yard, with gray trousers
dragging over its feet, red suspenders
stretched down in front across a puff of
plaid fiannel shirt, and gay little plaid ban
ner streaming bravely out in the rear.
Tommy’s papa laughed and shouted, and
felt like rolling on the Hour, and he called
Lucie Jmi and he laughed, too; but
though Tommy went to the window the
minute he got in, to see what the fun was.
he couldn’t see anything at all.
An Aivl'nl Ilile.
lturlington lla tel Eye.
Everybody in Burlington knows John
Oglesby, the book-keeper at Dope A
Siuartman’s down on .Main street. We
I suppose Mr. Oglesby is the quietest man
that ever opened his mouth to speak, lie
is so even tempered, so peacefully calm,
so innocent, that it would do a person good
to see him get mad once, ana howl and
swear and rave around. But ho never
does, and now wo don't believe lie ever
will. Yesterday afternoon, about three
o'clock, be was walking out for a breath of
air. very tired of the desk, when lie drop
ped in at John 11. Gear's for a quiet chat
Some of the boys in the store bad just
baited a steel trap and carelessly set it
down on a store box. and what should
Oglesby do blit back up to that box, hoist
himself up, and sit right down on that
trap. Of course it went otl'liko a savings
bank, and caught bold of .Mr. Oglesby with
a grip like a besetting sin.
Oglesby never said a word. Hi* got off
the box with an injured look, and walked
back to his own store and went straightto
bis desk, where lie worked all afternoon.
Occasionally he paused in his writing and
stood with his pen poised in the air and
then a grieved look would steal over his
face, and the clerks in the store say they
never saw him come so near expressing
emotion of some unusual nature as lie did
at these times. But he never spoke, and
with a heavy sigh of resignation he would
resume his work. This occurred quite a
number of times during the afternoon.
And all that time that steel trap clung
to him like a taint of slander, with its jaws
set so bard that it never clanked or rattled
under the concealing curtain of bis coat
tails. And up at Mr. Gear’s the porter
was just aching to get his eyes on the son
of a thief who had stolen the next gov
ernor's rat trap, and was wondering if .Mr.
Gear couldn't hang the fellow, who ever
it was, right away after election day.
Well, it wasn’t till tea time, when
Oglesby bad put away his books and locked
up the safe and was about to start home
that anyone spoke to him ahoutjiis distrait
manner. Then Mr. Dope, the senior mem
ber of the firm remarked to his book
keeper that he didn’t just look like him-
self. Mr. Oglesby looked at his employer
very intently :
“ I will never.” he said with great ear
nestness, “I will never go into John 11.
dear’s store again.”
“ Why?” exclaimed the astonished mer
chant, “ what on earth is the matter with
you and Mr. <fear ?”
“ 1 went there this afternoon,” replied
the book-keeper, “ and went to sit down
on a box, when that Irish setter, that dog
Jake of his, reached up and caught rne the
awfullcst, cruellest bite that mortal dog
ever gave to human man, and do you know
its awful hard to think sometimes, that he
hasn't got hold ot me yet!”
And then Mr Oglesby reached around to
pity himself and found the trap. Wo will
draw a veil over the dreadful scene, but
we are afraid Mr. dear has lost one vote
for governor, unless he can make “Jake”
apologise.
Compelled lo Advertise.
Harnnnah Nrn't.
The man has been found who could do
all the business he wanted to without ad
vertising, and has been compelled to adver
tise at last. He lives in Florida, and his
advertisement is headed "Sheriff’s Sale.”
Some people have a peculiarly happy
faculty of looking on the bright side of
things. It is a comfort to themselves and
those about them, and so desirable. But
it is a faculty most difficult to acquire, and
few there be who possess it. One of Ban
bury's sons favored in this respect recently
borrowed an ax of a neighbor. While
using it in the repair of his well-curb it
slipped from his hands and went straight
to the bottom of a very deep well. In ex
plaining the loss to the owner he cheerfully
observed: “It is bad, of course, but it
can't be helped, and we must make the
best of it. It don’t pay to worry over
what can’t be helped. We must look on
the bright side of everything. Besides, it
wasn’t much of an ax anyway.
An exchange reaches us calling itself the
Daniels onville Sentinel. If we lived in
that town wc would move heaven and earth
to have its name reinforced to “ Daniel
greatgransonvilleburgshireton.” What is
the use of living in a town with only half a
name, when names are so cheap.—Darling
ton llawk-Eye
A Miss Joy was present at a party, and
in the course of the evening someone used
the quotation. “ a thing of beauty is a joy
forever,” when she replied, “ I’m glad I'm
not a beauty, for I should not like to be a
Jov forever.
WHOLE NO. 58.
An Oriental 4)u**tin.
The Ruaao-Turkish war revives an old
story. A Turkish and a Russian officer
once fell into a dispute as to the superiori
ty in discipline of their respective soldiers.
“ I can prove to you on the spot,” said
the Russian, “ how perfectly our men are
trained.” Vnd ho called his orderly.
“Ivau!”
“ Sir.”
“Go to Mohemet's, buy me a pound of
tobacco, and come back at once.”
The soldier saluted, tumed on his heel
and went out.
“ Now,” said the Russian officer, taking
out his watch, “my orderly is walking
straight to the next comer, where be must,
turn—now be is turning—now he is oppo
site the white mosque now he is crossing
the mavdan now he is at Mehemet's—
now he is buying the tobacco- -i. >w he is
coming back now he is on ihe block be
low us—now he is at the /door—now ”
nnd the Russian called on(L* \
“Ivan!” 'n, \
“Sir.” \
“ Where’s the tobacco?”
“ Here sir.”
The Turkish officer, showing no sign
of surprise at flic precision of the Russo
tohaceo movement, promptly broke out;
“ 110 ! bo ! my soldier can do that every
day in the week,” nnd he called;
“ Muhetar!”
“Sir.”
“ Go to the Effemli's nnd see that you
bring me a pound of tobacco. My pipe is
empty.”
" Instantly, sir,”
Following the tactics of the Russian of
ficer. the Turk pulled out his watch and
went on :
“ Now Muhctnr is in the street; now ho
is passing the pat punch bazaar; now it is
noon nnd be is staying for prayer*; now
lie is drinking at the stone fountain : now
A1 i Etl'endi hails him and asks about my
health ; now Muhctar is paying for the to
bacco ; now lie is coming back by the other
wav ; now he is on our street; now Im is
at the door ; now ”
“ Muhctar?” shouted the officer.
“ Sir.”
“ Where is my tobacco?”
“ I haven't found my shoes yet /”
“I wish, Sally.” said Jonathan, “that
you were locked in my arms, and the key
was lost.”
Don'l call tho young man “cabbage
head ho is only high-collared.—Gaines
ri/le Eayle.
In to this time Joe Drown has paid into
the Treasury of’ the State two million dol
lars. rental for tho Western and Atlantic
railroad.
I( cost SIO,OOO (o bribe a first-class Re
publican Senator of New York. Some of
tlie carpet-bag Legislatures were bought
for a fraction of that.
Crops in Coffee county arc* exceptionally
good in all parts, with tin* exception of
some spots where the farmers complain of
drought. —Savannah News.
It has been inferred that Drydon wasn’t
opposed to a sherry cobbler, from a remark
he once made: “Straws may be made
the instrument of happiness.”
Husband—“ That beastly dog. I can’t
enter the room without his biting my
legs.” Wife, pensively—“ Poor little
creature; In l is so intelligent.”
Eggs in Maine sell for 61 50 per dozen,
but they are full of whiskey and are in
tended as one of many examples of “ whip
ping the devil around the stump.”
It is reported that a man in Troup county
who made only thirty bushels of wheat
this year gave twenty-seven for a calendar
clock. If lie wants bread this winter lie
can get it on tick.
Hon. flerschel V. Johnson, of deorgia,
is undoubtedly the strongest man who has
yet been named in the South for the vacant
place on the Supreme bench.— Washington
A 'at io nft / U epu UI iron.
buck lies in bed. and wishes the post
man would bring him news of a legacy.
Labor turns out at six o’clock, and with
busy pen or ringing hammer, lays the foun
dation of a competence.
An exchange says : If the editor of a
country newspaper could get verbal prom
ises discounted at bank rates, he would be
on intimate terms with the Ilothschiid
family inside of two days.
It doesn't do any good to go to a picnic
and stand on the river bank and admire the
gorgeous sunset, and talk about the tender
beauties of nature to a man who ha* just
sat down on a custard pie.
A teacher after reading to her scholars a
story of a gracious child, asked them what
generosity was. One little hoy raised his
hand and said, “ I know' ; it’s giving to
others what you don’t want yourself.”
With many persons the early age of life
is passed in sowing in their minds the vices
that are most suitable to their inclinations ;
the middle ages goes on nourishing and
maturing these vices and the last age con
cludes in gathering in pain and anguish,
the bitter fruits of the most accursed seeds.
The editor of the Forest News claims to
be the oldest typo in the State of Ooorgia.
lie was bound out to learn the art preserv
ative in Cheraw, in 18.30, and has followed
the craft up to the present. We have a
man on the News that can see him and go
two years better, who learned the business
on the old Charleston Courier in 18.34.
Savannah News ,
ticnoral Hood i. reported as being in
command of anew brigade rather different
in appearance from his old one. It con
sists of nine children—all of them under
eight years of age, and three pairs of them
twins—four nurses, a governess, his wife
and his mother-in-law. No doubt at times
the general finds his new command much
more difficult to discipline than he did his
old one during the war.
Texas has three thousand prisoners
awaiting trial for penitentiary offences, and
the Calvert Texan, considering the ques
tion what to do with them, seriously sug
gests that they be organized into a military
corps and turned loose on Mexico. Of
course, if* this were done, Texas would
care very little whether they killed or
were killed, and as either result would be
gratifying to everybody concerned, ex
cepting the Mexicans and the convicts, it
is a wonder the idea is not made something
of.