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RAMBLES nr HART CONTINUED.
Messrs. Editors: The work of ray
Bible agency in llart will end fn about
two weeks; and while the work has
been arduous and responsible, it never
theless has been attended with a degree
of interest to me, as well a9 pleasure,
and the amount of good that will grow
out of it will be remembered with grat
itude to the Giver of all good for plac
ing me In the |x>sition and giving me
the opportunity to leave my footprints
on the sands of time. Not the least
cause of pleasure is the fact of having
made the acquaintance of so many val
uable friends, whose kindness will be
treasured up and never forgotten—no,
never! And, while lam not disposed
to make invidious distinctions, I must
be allowed to record in my long list of
friends many members and ministers
of the Baptist and Presbyterian denom
nations. May the smiles of a com
passionate father attend them and give
them abundant success in all things
pertaining to this life, and in the world
to come life eternal. The truth is,
I have met with so much kindness in
mingling with your people, that I feel
loth to part with you all, and can almost
adopt the fine sentiment of one of
the ancient worthies, with a slight par
aphrase : Your people shall be my peo
ple, your God shall be my God ; where
you live let me live, and where you die
let me die.
That my friends may know some of
the results of my canvass in Hart, I
give an extract of a letter from the
Agent of the American Bible Society
for Georgia and Florida :
“I am well satisfied with your work
of canvassing Hart County, and shall
be glad to have you take either or both
of the other counties I mentioned to
you. You have done a good work, and
the interesting incidents you sent me
will find their way into the public prints
and encourage the hearts of Christians
all over the country.”
I write this at the new and flourish
ing town of Roj’ston, and I do not use
fulsome language when I tell you that
Roystnn's motto is “ Onward and Up
ward !”
Since mv short absence, W. A. Roy
ston, with his own means, has erected
quite a convenient school-house, and
Prof. I. A. Harrison is teaching a fine
school in it. I had the honor on last
Sabbath of meeting an interesting Sab
bath school and dedicating the building
to God and to learning.
A. S. Turner, the worthy and accom
modating Depot Agent, and interest
ing family, has taken possession of his
house, and the additional honor con
ferred upon your bumble servant of
dedicating the preacher's home. May
it stand long to rest the weary itinerant
and the smiling landlady live as long
to invite them to the festive board.
I have been prospecting, and without
doubt will be be able to organize a
Church at my next appointment,
The section master here will take
possession this week of anew building
just put up by the Railroad company.
More anon. S. D. Gaines.
How Opium Makes a Chinaman Feel.
Wah Shungr, the Sixth street laundry
man, entered the drug store opposite his
dive yesterday evening, and throwing
down a nickel, said :
“ Flive centee opium.”
While the clerk was getting him the
drug a Cincinnati Enquirer representa
tive engaged the Chinaman in conversa
tion.
“ Buy much opium, Wah !”
“ Flive, ten fifteen worth a day.”
“ Use it on shirts?”
“ Hello, no ! Smoke it.”
Like it?”
“Belle good,” and a happy smile
spread over his mummy-like features.
“Tell me something about it,” said
the Enquirer man; “what kind of an
effect does it produce—how does it make
you feel?”
“ Makes Chinaman feel likee ” —and
here he was stuck for a comparison to
denote perfect happiness and content
ment —“makes Chinaman feel likee,
likee Melican man, General Grant, allee
time plenty money, no much workec,
take things easy.”
“ Makes you forget your troubles,does
it?”
“ Yes; forget troubles alee same likee
when you sleep.”
“ See nice things in your dreams?”
“ Bellv nice. Everything big and
beautiful,” and he made an enraptured
gesture with his hands.
“Everything grand, I suppose!”
“Belly grand. Chinaman’s cellar
look like Gibson House.”
“ Is it possible?”
“Smooin’ iron look likee train of cars
and w ashee-w ash-tub likee a steamboat.”
“ You don’t say so? And what else?”
“Oh, heep else. Wah Shung feel
likee sold out and gone back to China
with twenty-five dollars.”
Charleston News and Courier; “ One
or two fragments of bone have been re
moved from from Senator Hampton's
wound during the past week. As was
hopefully anticipated by bis physicians
nature is now performing the work of
ejecting that portion which lias proved
a source of irritation for so many weeks,
and it is only necessary now to aid her
efforts to the slight extent of removing
the fragments as they are presented.
A second amputation will not be re
quired, as has been so widely and erro
neously rumored, and the Senator’s
complete recovery may now be speedily
looked for.”
VOL. Ill —NO. 34.
The Fun They Had on the First of April.
CainesvtUe Eagle.
Mrs. S , on Athens street, is ns
sweet a little bit of a wee wife ns there is
in this, or any other town, nnd she is as
full of fun and frolic as a kitten. Her
husband is n good enough man in his
way but he is not fuunv- He is one of
these 9ober, solemn sockdologers, whose
mouth seems always ready puckered to
say Amen, and he goes slouching through
the world with his hands in his pockets,
nnd if a good square joke was to get into
him, it would blow him up like a ran of
nitro glycerine. His patient, sweet-tem
pered little wife manages, however, to
work more or less harmless mischiel in
to him, and he loves her so well, that he
submits with a sort of dogged grace to
whatever she does, and once or twice, so
the neighbors say, he has managed to
break the grain on the leather of his
face, and smile a sort of consumptive
grin, and then twitch his ears as though
trying to punish them for not keeping
guard over his risible*.
Last Tuesday while he was up town
at the sheriffs sale trying to buy a three
wheeled wagon for sixty cents, his wife
concluded she would give him a bit of
a shaking up when he came home that
night. She fixed an old pistol which
she found in the bureau drawer to one
of the columns of the back porch, wrap
ped an old army overcoat around it and
having put a string to the trigger, car
ried it in at the window and awaited his
coming. After supper as they were sit
ting by the fire speaking of tramps, and
the many robberies and all that sort of
thing, Mrs. S stopper! suddenly.
“ What is that?” said she.
“ Sh—sh !” said he.
“ Did you hear a noise on the back
porch ?”
“ Yes, I think I did.”
“Do go and see what it is.”
“ Hush; I w ill,” and picking up a
heavy stick, he crept cautiously to the
backdoor, unfastened it and peered out.
There stood a inufHed figure on the
outer edge of ttie porch.
“ Who’s that?” sharply.
No answer.
“ Who’s that, I say?” more sharply.
Still no answer.
“ Well, if you can’t talk, I’ll see if
I can't make you,” said he flourishing
his stick, and strode out into his porch.
Bang!
“ Amen,” said S , as he struck the
ft< or, “Oh, Lord, Millie! Police ! Fire !
Murder! Turn loose the dog. I’m a
dead man. Good-bye, darling.”
“Oh, mercy upon us !” screamed Mrs.
S , “ what is the matter?”
“Oh, my darling, I’m fouly murder
ed. Kiss me before I go, raise the chil
dren the best you can and try—.”
By this time Mrs. S could hold
in no longer. She sat down in a chair,
held her sides and laughed till the tears
came. S thought at first that she
had gone crazy, but by this time Jones,
w ho lives next door, arrived with a light,
and Mrs. S tried to explain as best
she could between her paroxysms of
mirth how it had all come about.
Before she got through, S had got
hack into the room and laid himself out
in an easy chair. For three solid hours
he did not say a word, and poor little
Mrs. S , mute as a mouse, was w ait
ing his august pleasure.
At last be looked over at her and
said :
“ I say, Millie, if you can keep Jones’
folks from saying anything about this
thing, you can go up to DuPree’s to
morrow and buy the handsomest black
silk in his store. Come and kiss me any
how, you mischievous rogue.”
A Cat Story
I was telling a cat story with all the
truthfulness with which I have always
endeavored to relate it, one evening in
the parlor of a New York hotel. My
venerable friend, Dr. T , of Connec
ticut, who happened to be present, lis
tened attentively, and then proceeded to
remark in his habitual serious mood :
“Captain, that was a remarkable cat,
but I have one at N M that is
even more wonderful. She too, always
annoyed us, but we are now resigned to
the inevitable. It is said that a cat lias
nine lives, but some cats never die.
Three years ago I attempted to poison
her with arsenic, and gave her a dose
large enough to kill an ox. It had no
effect whatever. I then tried strychnine,
but was equally unsuccessful. As to
Croton oil, which was next given her,
she would lap it like milk. In short,
everything in the way of poison being a
failure, I went out to the pond near my
house and cut a hole in the ice, which
was a foot thick, put her in it and cover
ed it over securely with a plank. But
she swam under the ice for an eighth of
a mile and came out where the water
was over the dam. At last I adopted a
decisive measure. I took a hatchet and
cut of her head and threw it over the
wall. But the wonderful iustinct of
that cat! When I came down in the
morning to my kitchen, there she was,
sitting in the chimney coruer, holding io
her mouth the head that she had found !”
Without a word of reply I took my
hat and left the room.
A New Order.
The other day, after a strapping
young man had sold a load of corn and
potatoes on the market and had taken
his team to a hotel barn to “ feed,” it
became known to the- men around the
barn that he was very desirous of join
ing some secret society In town. When
questioned, he admitted that such was
the case, and the boys at once offered
to initiate him into anew order, called
** The Cavaliers of Coveo.” He was
told that it was twice as secret as Free
Masonry, much nicer than Odd Fellow
ship, and the cost was only two dollars.
In case he had the toothache he could
draw five dollars per week from the re
lief fund, and he was entitled to receive
ten dollars for every headache, and
twenty-five dollars for a sore throat.
The young man thought he had
struck a big thing, and after eating a
hearty dinner he was taken into a store
room above the barn to be initiated.
The boys poured cold water down his
back, put flour on his hair, swore him
to kill his moiher, if commanded, and
rushed him around for an hour without
a single complaint from his lips. When
they had finished he inquired :
“Now I’m one of the Cavaliers of
Coveo, am I?”
•• You are,” they answered.
“ Nothing more to learn, is there ?”
“ Nothing.”
“Well, then, I’m going to lick the
whole crowd !” continued the candidate,
and he went at it. and before he got
through he had his two dollars initia
tion fee hack, and three more to boot,
and had knocked everybody down two
or three times apiece. lie didn’t seem
greatly disturbed in mind as he left
the barn. On the contrary, his hat was
slanted over, he had a fresh fivc-cent
cigar in his teeth, and he mildly said to
one of the barn-boys :
“Say, boy, if you hear of any cava
liers, asking for a Coveo about my size,
tell ’em I'll be in on the full of the
moon to take the Royal Sky fugle de
grees.”
Searching; for Papa.
Clcvelaiid Herald.
A lady in the street met a little girl
between two and three years old, evi
dently lost, and crying bitterly. The
lady took the baby's hand and asked
where she was going.
“ Going to find my papa,” was the
sobbing reply.
“ What is your papa's name ?” asked
the lady.
“ His name is papa.”
“ But what is his other name ? what
does your mamma call him ?”
“ She calls him papa,” persisted the
little creature.
“ The lady then tried to lead her
along, saying, “ you had better come
with me. I guess yon came this way.”
“ Yes, hut I don’t want to go back.
I want to find my papa,” replied the
little girl, crying afresh as if her heart
would break.
“ What do you want of your papa ?”
asked the lady.
“ I want to kiss him.”
Just at that time a sister of the little
child who hud been searching for her
came along and took possession of the
runaway. From inquiry it appeared
that the little one’s papa, whom she
1 was earnestly seeking, had recently
| died, and she, tired of waiting for him
to come home, had gone to find him.
A Letter for Murphy.
A little freckled faced ten-year old
school boy stopped at the post-office in
Columbia, the other day and yelled out:
“ Anything for any of the Murphys ?”
“ No, there is not.”
“ Anything for Jane Murphy ?”
“ Nothing.”
“Anything for Ann Murphy ?’’
“ No.”
“ Anything for Tom Murphy ?”
“ No, sir, not a bit.”
“ Anything for Terry Murphy ?”
“No; nor for Pat Murphy, nor Den
nis Murphy, nor Pete Murphy, nor
Paul Murphy, nor Bridget Murphy, nor
for any Murphy, dead, living, unborn,
native or foreign, civilized or uncivil
ized, savage or harbarious, male or fe
male, black or white, franchised or dis
franchised, naturalized or otherwise.
No, sir, there is positively nothing for
any of the Murphys, either individual
ly, jointly or severally, now and for
ever. one and inseparable.”
The hoy looked at the postmaster in
astonishment and said :
“ Please look if there is anything
for my teacher, Clarence Murphy.”
The Postmaster-General of the United
States once received an odd official com
munication. The RCaborn postmaster,
new to his duties, writing to his superior
officer, said : “ Seeing by regulations,
that I am required to send you a letter
of advice, I must plead in excuse that I
have been postmaster but a short time ;
but I will say, if your office pay is no
better than mine, 1 advise you to give it
up.” To this day that Postmaster-Gen
eral has not decided whether his subor
dinate was an ignoramus or was quietly
poking fun at bim.
HARTWELL, GA.. WEDNESDAY APRIL 23. 1870.
“ Oat Straw !”
On the first day of April, one of our
shrewdest suburbans came into town
with an open wagon loaded with oat
straw, whioh he was anxious to sell to
thosfe about putting down their spring
carpets. He accordingly drove through
the more quiet streets crying “ Oat
Straw !” at the top of his voice. When
the wagon was half emptied, some fel
low put the stomp of a lighted segar
under the straw and left it to take care
of Itself, lie rode along, crying, “Oat
Straw!” until, by and by, a small boy
said:
“ Mister, your cart is afire !"
He had it full in mind that it was the
day of April, and took no notice
of it but kept. on.
" Say,” said a gentleman as he pass
ed, “ your straw is smoking.”
“ So's your aunt,” he replied, look
ing very cunning.
“ Mister!” screamed a red-headed
woman from an upper window, “ your
straw's burning.”
“ So’s your head, mum ; put it in a
bucket of water, mum, and ’stinguish
it. OatgStraw !”
Tims he went on touching his nose
at some alarmist, and replying to oth
ers, till he met a policeman,
‘* See'here, said that functionary, are
von a cussed incendiary, going to burn
the town ? Your wagon is all on lire.”
He dared not reply saucily, but with
a grin assured the man of buttons that
he knew chalk from cheese on the first
of April, when his horse was suddenly
seized by the head and turned around,
the wind bringing the smoke full into
the driver’s face.
“ Fire !” he yelled. “ Oat Straw !
Fire !—and I thought all the time that
it was a stupid first of April hoax.
Seventy-five cents out and no insur
ance ! Who in the thunder ever heard
of a spontaneous combustion in April!"
Ben Butler and Damnation.
Mr. Benjamin Butler was in his youth
destined by his mother to be a Baptist
minister, and she sent him to Wnterville
college for preparation. Mr. Bland, a
new biographer, relates that one of the
professors delivered a sermon in the
chapel, in which he said: “1. None
hut the elect enn be saved, 2. Of so
called Christians, probably not more
than one in a hundred will he saved. 3.
Heathen people will have more consid
eration of the Almighty in future life
than men of Christian nations, who hear
but do not profit by the word of God.”
After hearing this sermon young Butler
[>etitioned the faculty to relieve him from
further attendance upon preaching upon
the ground that according to the propor
tion stated, not above six persons in the
college could possibly he saved ; and as
there were nine worthy professors, all of
them doctors of divinity, it would be
presumptious for him, a poor student, to
hope for even the remotest chance of sal
vation ; hence in attending church, he
was only making his damnation more
certain and terrible.
The Length of Days.
At I/mdon, England, and Bremen,
Prussia, the longest day lias sixteen and
and a half hours.
At Stockholm, in Sweden, the longest
day lias 18 and a half hours.
At Hamburg, Germany, and Dantzic,
in Russia; the longest day is seventeen
hours, and the shortest seven hours.
At St Petersburg, in Russia; and To
bolsk, in Siberia; the longest day is 19
hours, and the shortest five and a half.
At Tornca, in Finland ; the longest
day has 21 hours, and the shortest two
and a half.
At Wardbuys, in Norway, the long
est day lasts from the 31st of May to
the 22d of July without interruption;
and at Spitzbergen the longest day is
three months and a half.
At New York the longest day is lfi
hours and fifty-six minutes; and at
Montreal, fifteen and a half hours.
Old Stories that are Good.
Mistress of herself was the spouse of
the old gentleman who contrived to tum
ble off'the ferry-boat into the Mississippi,
and was encouraged to struggle for dear
life by his better-halfshouting : “ There,
.Samuel, didu’t I tell you so? Now,
then, work your legs, flap your arms,
hold your breath, and repeat the lord's
prayer; for it’s mighty onsartin, Sam
uel, whether you land in Vicksburg or
eternity !”
Thoroughly oblivious of court man
ners was the red-cloaked old Kentish
dame who found her way into the tent
occupied by Queen Charlotte, at a vol
unteer review, held shortly after her
coming to England, and, after staring at
the royal lady with her arms akimbo, ob
server! : “ Well, I declare, she’s not so
ugly as they told me she was !” The as
tonished Queen gratefully accepted the
compliment, saying : “ Well, my good
woman, I am verv glad of that, I assure
you.” M
“The world is now so full of fools
That he who would not see an ass.
Must stay at borne with bolted doors.
Anl break his looking-glass.”
WHOLE NO. 138.
Weights and Measures.
As every fhmilv is not furnished with
scnles nnd weights, we give below a
few measures which will be found con
venient :
Every family should lie furnished
with scales and weights, nnd it is also
advisable to have wooden measures.
About sixty dropsofanv kind of thin
liquid will fill a common-sized teaspoon.
Four tablespoonsful, or half a gill,
will till u common-sized wine-glass.
Four wine-glasses will fill a half-pint
measure, a common tumbler or a large
coffee cup.
Ten eggs usually weigh one pound
before they are broken. Eight large
ones will weigh one pound.
A tablespoonful of salt will weigh
about one ounce.
Une pint of water or milk will weigh
one pound.
One pint of molasses will weigh one
one one-qnartcr pounds.
Three "teaspoonsful of baking pow
der should weigh one ounce.
One quart of tlour weighs one pound.
One quart of Indian corn meal weighs
one and a quarter pound*.
Spanking as a Cure.
Spanking has varied uses. A child
at Fort Wayne, Indiana, had the mis
fortune to suck a kernel of corn into its
windpipe. The doctor was sent for in
haste, and announced that it would lie
necessary to perforin the operation of
tracheotomy to save the child’s life.
The Hoosier mother, familiar with n
practice of domestic surgery of a dif
ferent sort, and not pleased with the idea
of having the child's windpipe cut open,
seized the sufferer by one leg, and hold
ing him up, head downward, adminis
tered sundry resounding spanks. There
was a sound not unlike the report of a
|>opgiin, and the kernel of corn was
ejected with great force. The ch'ld was
at once relieved, and recovered, of
course.
The Yorkville Enquirer of Thursday
last says: “It having been reported to
the Secretary of War that the graves of
eight Unite<i States soldiers, who died
here and were interred in the cemetery
near the Methodist Church, during the
the period this place was garrisoned,
were desecrated, and the report being
accompanied with the recoinmeiidation
that the bodies should he removed to the
national cemetery at Florence, the Sec
retary of War referred the matter to
Muj. J. M. Belcher, a United States of
ficer stationed at Charleston. That offi
cer visited Yorkville last week, and
found the statement entirely incorrect
as to the alleged desecration of the graves.
Wh.LG'apt. Hyerwas in command here
he caused the plat containing those
graves to lie inclosed by a neat rustic
fence, and it as well as the headboards
murking the graves are intact. The
soldiers’ graves are a part of the town
cemetery, and rcgnrdod as sacred as any
portion of the inclosure. There is not a
South Carolinian in this entire commu
nity who would he guilty of the act of
desecrating the grave of a United States
soldier; and on occasions of decorating
soldiers’ graves, in our cemetery, the
graves of these soldiers have received
the same floral tributes as were bestowed
upon those who fell in the Confederate
service.”.
Professor Lockyer tliiuks that human
life on the planet Mars may he very
much like human life on the earth.
Altogether the light cannot be so bright,
yet the organs of sight of the inhabi
tants may lie so much more susceptible
as to make their vision quite as good as
ours. Probably the heat on Mars is less
than on the earth, as the polar snows
extend further toward the equator, hut
it is by no means in proportion to the
lessened power of solar rays. Several
remarkable sens are now definable in the
southern hemispheres, where, as in the
case of the southern hemispheres of the
earth, water covers a much larger area
than in the northern hemisphere. One
of the southern seas of Mars is very
like the Baltic in outline. Another sea
near the equator is one thousand miles in
length and aboutone hundred in breadth
—a long, straggling body of water,
pretty much Jthe shape of the letter
laid on its hack, stretching from cast to
west.
A man of small property, belonging
to Charlestown, called upon Mr. Choate,
a distinguished lawyer, to ascertain
whether a tax of ten dollars had been
rightly levied or not. The great advo
cate turned him over to his young part
ner, who prepared an opinion and se
cured his senior’s signature to the same,
who told him to charge a fee of twenty
five dollars for the work. When the
opinion was called for, the poor client
complained of the high charge, and
said he had but fifteen dollars ready
money in the world. The juuior part
ner took the fifteen dollars, and re
ceipted the bill; and, when he told his
senior what he had done, the distin
guished lawyer said, “ You took all he
had, did you? Well, I have nothing
to say to that; that's strictly profess
lor.ai"
ALL SORTS OF PARAGRAPHS.
Perseverance is the best school for man
ly virtue.
Tbe new-born babe is the creature of
suck-em-stances.
Courage and common sense do more
for a man than money or hair patteA in
the middle.
Politeness is money, which enriches
not him who receives It, but him who
dispenses it.
“ I think our church will last a urmd
many years yet,” said a waggish dm
con to hia minister: 'T ace the akjepesli
are very sound.” * -
Garabaldi's daughter has been com
pelled to take the stage. She is now
acting in pantomine nt the Surry The
atre, Indon. Surry to hear it.
“ Someliody’s coming when the Dew
drops Fall ” is said to be a very bcautt-
Ail song. 11 Somebody’s coming when
the Note Falls I)uc ” is not so enchant
ing.
The Columbus (Ga.) Enquirer-Sun ob
serves that a Cincinnati newspaper gave
away five thousand pistols last year to
subscribers. Wheu every boy and negro
in the land ran get a ‘‘Little All Right”
pistol by subscribing for a newspaper it
is no wonder that wo arc developing into
a nation of murderers.
When I was a young man I was
always In a hurry to hold the big end
of the log and do all the lifting. Now
I am older I seize hold of the small
end and do all the grunting. Wise men
make the mistakes and fools the blun
ders, and this is about all the ditlerence
between them.—Josh Billings.
When an old backwoodsman was
about to take Ids first ride on a Missis
sippi steamer he was asked whether he
would take deck or cabin passage.
“ Well,” said he in a resigned sort of
wnv, “ I’ve lived all my life in a cabin,
nnd I guess cabin passage will be good
enough for a rough clinp like me.”
The political nnd social Eden of New
England is New Fairfield, in Connecti
cut. The town, instead of being in debt,
has money at interest; within its limits
it has no distillery, no grogshop, no court
house, no jail, no doctor, no lawyer, no
constable, no policemen, no ninlc negroes
and only three paupers.—N. Y. Post.
Story in the World: A J’oung lady
was sitting with a gallant captain In a
charmingly decorated recess. On her
knee was a diminutive niece. In the
adjoining room, with the door open,
were the rest of the company. Says
the little niece, in a jealous and very
audible voice, “ Auntie, kiss me, too.”
I leave you to imagine what bail just
happened. “ You should say twice,
Ethel dear; two is not grammar,” was
the immediate rejoinder. Clever girl,
that 1
A man was at midnight creeping
softly along the bedroom floor, on hia
hanrls and knees, and was feeling care
fully under the bureau for something
lie had hidden there the evening tie
fore ; hut his wife awoke and said :
“ Peter, what under the heavens art
you doing ?”
“Dear,” said he, “I’m walking in
my sleep, and dreaming that 1 am
plucking some water-liliea from the
soft, blue bosom of the lake.”
How to get that flask out of there
before she got up in the morning was
what worried him more than the water
lilies did.
Supiwse a man and girl were mar
ried ; and—which is, of course, impos
sible—that, at the time of the hymene
al contract, the man was thirty-five
years old and the girl five; which
makes the man seven times as old as
the girl. They live together until the
girl is ten years—this makes him forty
years old, and four times as old as the
girl; they live until she was fifteen,
the man being forty-five—this makes
the man three times as old ; they still
live, she is thirty years old —this makes
the man sixty, only twice as old ; and
now, as we haven't time to work it out,
perhaps someone will he good enough
to tell us how long they will have
to live to make the girl as old as the
man.
A piece of lemon upon a corn will re
lieve it in a day or so. It should be re
newed night and morning. The free
use of lemon juice and sugar will al
ways relieve a cough. A leinon eaten
before breakfast every day for a week
or two will entirely prevent the feeling
of lassitude peculiar to the approach of
spring. Perhaps its most valuable prop
erty is its absolute power of detecting any
of the injurious and even dangerous in
gredients entering into the composition
of so very many of the cosmetics and
face powders in the market. Every lady
should subject her toilet powder to this
test. Place a spoonful of the susjiected
powder in a glass and add the juice of a
lemon. If effervescence takes place it
is an infallible proof that the powder is
dangerous, and its use should he avoid
ed, as it will ultimately injure the skin
and destroy the beauty of the complex
ion.
A colored voter in Mobile, Ala., had
been employed by a merchant to take
sonic kerosene oil to the Mobile and
Ohio railroad depot for shipment. He
informed the gentleman who employed
him that he was going to vote the Dem
ocratic ticket —wouldn’t think of voting
any other. On his return from the de
pot he was asked for the receipt for the
kerosene oil. Putting his hand into
his pocket he pnlled oat a citizen’*
ticket. “ This isn’t the receipt,” ex
claimed the merchant. “ Bless de
Lord,” was the response, “ I done gone
au’ voted de kerozenc oil ticket.”