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'hi » • .. t COUNTY i 06 % teh Miliijil * t * “Oar Ambition is to make a Yeracions Wolrk, Reliable in its * n £ in its Conclusions, and Jnst in its Views." Statements, Candid VOL. I. I sn now go from London almost Lbou»d»ry ot the Oliinese Empire L great Rus sian Railway. ■ he traveler can now go to tbe top ot kont Mountain, the scene of the ■ buted battle above the clouds, bv [tii L now prohibiting proposed to under enact penalty, a law the in (nufacture, wa sale, or use of dangerous ipons. L natives of Venezuela recently L. cd s wagon for nearly a week to Lif the hind wheels would catch up iti the front ones. As this did not fccur, the vehicle was pronounced a i mi. Ihe Grand Vizier of Turkey has had »tawn some of the silver ware holong Lto the Saltan to raise the Sultan's Ltribution toward the expenses for the Lai pilgrimage of poor Mussutinen to kca. [Seventeen hundred hales of buffalo [bes arrived in New York recently from e West. These are said to be the la it [bes that will ever be sent Ea;t, su -h sins the scarcity of tho buffalo at. pres it. At one time skins were sold at $4 piece. Vow they bring Upward of $25, !»■ "being obtainable even at that price. I In 1848 Lieutenant Trcchow was dis Ini-seil from the German array for sur rendering the Berlin armory, in the in liirrection, to the Civic Guard, and was londemned to fifteen years’ imprison jnent in a fortress. lie escaped to Aus Iralia, and now, at the age of seventy Ihrce, he has returned, hoping that he pas included in the amnesty proclaimed by the new Emperor. The Minister of War decide?, that his offense was tinpar lonable, and he will be reimprisoued, irobahly for life. In Denmark, it is becoming customary, the Times-Democra', for friends to to the relatives of a person who has what is called a “Good Works ia place of the usual floral trib These cards are of white paste printed in silver, and are issued various charitable organizations. On each card is tho name of the society ‘which issues It; in the centre is an ivy wreath on which the name of the de may be written: and at the foot is a space for the name of the sender. The cards are sold ju bookstores for a moderate sum. | | Empresses Europe has jnst an abundance of widowed now, says the Cincinnati lEnptinr. I Germany has two, the wives «f billiam I. and Frederick III.: Eng land's Queen and Empress of India has l>ein long widowed; the once beautiful Eugenie, of France, still lingers at Chis dhurst dreaming of her lost son; and ’ we believe Carlotta, the unfortunate widow of Maximill an, once Emperor of Mexico, still lives in an arylutn. There are also several widowed Queens, those of Spain, Portugal and Italy being among the list. And ail of them, save t avlotta, were bereft of their husbands a natural death. I; Lverv has how one noticed while driving rarely a horse steps on a stone, even when going very rapidly, An old cavalryman sai s that a horse never steps onaman intentionally. It is a standing order with cavalry that should ft man become dismounted he must lie down and be perfectly still. If he does so, the entire company will pass over him and he will not be in jured. A horse notices where he is going, and is on the look out :or a firm foundation to put his foot on. It is an instinct with him, there f° e, to step over a prostrate man. The injuries caused by a runaway horse are neatly always inflicted by the animal hem. knocking down men, not by stepping on The New York Observer says: “An hem has appeared among the cable dis patches to the effect that a proposition has been made in the English Parliament, to utilize the latest British acquisition °n the Zanzibar coast as a dumping ground for paupers of London. As a remedy for over-population, and espe cially for pauperism, there can be no doubt that emigration posses-es some hitherto, advantages. The trouble has been that no country has been found willing to sacrifice its own interests for the sake of England, so far as to become a ro e ptacle for the refuge of London slums. Australia and all the other Eng ish colonies revolted at this idea long *go, and the United States and other civilized na.ti 0 ns are in no mood to allow ^uch a «6e to be made of their territories, if, therefore, the newly acquired African country may be converted into a vast a sylnm for the London poor, some ad ‘ ri °ce may be made toward the solution of a very perplexing problem.” GRAY, GEORGIA. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, .> X cv 0 THE SXN OF OMISSION, It isn’t the thing you do, dear, It'S the thing you leave undone, Which gives you a bit of heartache At the setting of the sun The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your Haunting ghosts to-night The -stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way, The bit of hearthstone counsel You were hurried too much to say; The loving touch of tho hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone, That you had no time nor thought for, With troubles enough of your own. Tbe little acts of kindness, So easily out of mind; Those chances to be angels Which every one may find— They come in night and silence— Each chill, reproachful wraith— When hope is faint and flagging, And a blight has dropped on faith. For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great. To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late. And it’s not the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you the bit of heartache At the setting o£ the sun. —Christian Leader. THE HEW CURATE. “You haven’t seen him yet? Well, that’s a pity. He’s quite a catch, I am told. Young, handsome and single, Why Mattie? don’t you set your cap for him, You’ve got as good a chance as the rest of them, and twenty-six is not old, by means.” * any She leaned over the garden gate as she spoke, this veritable village gossip. lean see her now, with her great poke bounet, from beneath which the cluster eves that seemed to read vour verv thoughts; the trim little figure clad al ways in ample skirts of Quaker grav or sombre brown. 1 ° ‘ Never was there a wedding without funeral or christening estimable in the village this less lady’s presence. What a harm little bodv she aimeared, and how incapable ful budget of carrying about that wonder of information! How nicely t d her knowledge to her ' 'Sv <z say, but of course you can’t believe everything;” between and ending with, “That’s you and me; it will go no fur ther.” I was in the garden that morning, thoughts training some early .Tune roses; were not the br ghtest, scarcely in harmony with Nature which’was decked in one of her brightest mantles. It was quite unnecessary for Mrs. Briggs to remind me of my age; I was think ing seriously of it. Twenty-six! Not very old, to bo sure, and yet not very young to an unmarried woman. J must be content with fewer laurels, less con quests. I must step out of the field, as it were, and leave the romance and day dreams to younger and fairer girls. It mattered little to me whether the new curate was young and unmarried, or g.own Frown’da!mltels daughters. W ’ At aTP heart t I T^V disliked fkl tkenifoTm broken in on my reverie. ^ had I h Mer1l I l < ; r kindly tel Ifn lin £ f A f fl f !,rCSimt J had U ° m ' S my Cai> r any ne i nt , the new curate; f so saying . I <“rn a T ! he r T es - There, , Mattie don’t get riled. , nt leave L n ° b0dyS aS1,le lfyo going to you,sell n an old u maid; but takemyadviee and don t spend your time frettng and worrying over Bob Preston. for he am t worth it, nohow.’ She shook her head wise.y, and was off before l had time to recover from the cruel thrust that had opened the old wound-Robert Prestcn and the past lhad tried to guard my heart, to trample under foot the old love. I could have laughed at my girlish folly as if it were a dieaui untii a thoughtless word had brought back the past, like tho dead risen to life again, or a smouldering fire that needed but a gentle breeze to make it a burning flame. One by one the roses dropped from my hands. One by one the bdnding tears fell. I wason'y a weak woman, after all, as, covering my face with my hands, I sobbed: “Robert, O Robert! Why were you false?” It all came back to me—that visit to Aunt Martha, where I first met Robert Preston, a young student jnst returned from college, i cannot tell all those bright, happy day-dreams; how I loved him and waited for the happy day when he would ask me for that love. Ife read my answer in my tell-tale face before my lips uttered it. So, engrossed with Robert’s society, I took little heed of other matters, scarcely giving a thought to the fact that a young lady, the daughter of a deceased friend * going to make her of my aunt's, was rihe the home with us. came. From moment I looked upon her lovely face my happiness was gone. 1 was a pretty girl, fair, and fragile, yet one daisy might as well compare a simple little to a full-blown poppy or a rich red rose as my frail beauty to this girl’s exquisite loveliness. For a time his love was unchanged. I I laughed in my foolish heart at tny doubts and fears.' At times l would find his serious eyes wandering from me and resting admiringly on the beautiful face of Kathleen Lee. No man could resist that wondrous, fascinating face, tihe never encouraged him: but the drooping lids, the faint flush, told told the trembling she, she, ot the the little little hands, bands, all all plainly plainly that that too. loved him. How I suffered! In mv mad jealousy I grew almost to hate the child. He loved me before she came, with her beau tiful flower-like face, to rob me of that love. Was she blind that she did not see that we were betrothed? J prayed that she might go away and leave us to ourselves once more, ar.d Robert would go back to his old fond ways. IIis ca resses lighter. Were I growing colder,' his kisses He spoke of his taking seeming neglect, answered lightly, both my hands in his and Iboking fondly at me. “Yonsense, Mattie! Do you know, my liUle girl, that you are growing nearer and dearer to me every day?” I or a time I was satisfied, trying to be satisfied with but a share oi his love. We were seated in the garden, one af ternoon, early in the autumn, Robert, Kathleen and I. She was looking unu suaby handsome in a dress of soft i ndian mull. My lover had fust paid her a well merited compliment, for which she was about to make a gracious reply, when Martha * aunt came to Us. “Robert,” she said, placing her hand fondly “will on his shoulder as she spoke, I find you gather somograpes forme? that some of the bunches hang too high. The girls will go with you and hold the basket ” He rose to comply with her request. Kathleen was at his side in a moment, while I refused to join them, feigning a headache. ' severe within “They do not want me,” I reasoned myself. I watched them as they walked away together, lie carrying the little wicker basket, and she tossing her bright curls with that coquettish air that came so natural to her. I cannot tell you what tempted me to follow them; it must have been some evil genius. Slowly I followed down the pathway, taking every precaution, how ever , not lo be observed. Seated upon a little rustic bench, I could see every movement of my lover and Kathleen. How lovely she looked standing in the orchard, the sunlight falling oii athwart the lovely upturned face, whieli a SInde rested! Never was seen a fairer vision- Her sleeve of soft texture fall stretched arm. Sometimes a peal of merry laughter would fall upon my ear. They did not miss me—not even Robert; he was content with Kathleen. T,w basket was full to overflowing, and sti11 th °y lingered. One bunch of luscious giapes, the last gathered, was “ Robert's hand, lie stooped to place las1 1 no I saw ldm stooo and kiss h!r CI Y, °! P ala 1 Winecl and fled to the ^elusion of my own room, where I f obbed out the trouble ot my young heart, with only God to hear me. 1 went away quite told unexpectedly. Martha. I I was homesick, I Aunt bdt a letter lor Robert, giving no telling ex P lanatl0U of ,n >' conduct; s.mply lliul 11 was better we should part 1 was acknowledge a proud girl and would not stoop to a rival l remember taking the ring he had « . iven nl « irona “7 haad ’ and a struggle , it cost me to place it with that Jetter-the last I should ever write to t' oijcrt - * ho tc * . b who ulte came invabd ™ and ! aeedcd mo f* a11 ., care wa s ? an m >' * I never heard v from Robert save once, through Aunt iAia tha, ' b wrote . gotten “ Robert’,whom, to sjasakcandidly, gene ftp . to . ,'.cw . York to „ practice n 1 kindlv medicine. Helms floin t v eil ” An old newspaper had fallen into my hands, where an account was given The of a brilliant reception. Among guests j 0 f Dr. Robert Preston and wife. I knew it was Robert and h] , m:lde no ilU)Uir ies, and, receiving ,; no further information, took . f £ ntwl that Aunt Martha’s kind , pi . eve n t e.l dosed her from again heart re{efring “ to tbc Arid past. I my forever The will never know disappointed R woman, I thought, Sue tt £ m e i f that I had quite ceedcd deceiving humanity in general, unti i H ie gossip had come upon me with . idle words brinnine \ to life the Vl itter JL> oust that I thonnht ® had buried ^ <i,u rs " ‘ * * * * * * “Going to service. Miss Kenwood?” It was my neighbor who asked the question, Marcia Hall—a dear little g irl with the utmost faith in mankind in general. I smiled faintly as I caught sight of the new bonnet with its dainty ribbons, evidently got up for the new curate. “Young and fooiish,” thought I. “Wait until she’s six-and-twenty, and pil wager she will not buy a new bonnet for all the new curates in town.” Slowly we walked to church on that bright Sunday dressed morning, in Marcia the plainest chatting gaily and I, of dresses, walking silently beside her. 1 had not fully recovered from Mrs. Briggs’s unkind remarks, and was de termmed to show her my disinclination to “set my cap,” as she termed it, by ap pearing in an exceedingly unbecoming gown. I was glimpse really disappointed, in the in catching that, a last notwithstanding mirror, to find my plain toilet and mj six-and-twenty years, I was still a pretty woman, and to hear my mother say as I stopped to kiss her, “How well crowded -----I you’re the -—-II- looking, little village Mattie —'~ church _ How II-.. - - 0 was—filled — to overflowing. Every „ one was there, even that hateful ^ Mrs. Briggs, I caught a glimpse of the great poke bon net as I walked quickly to my seat. They were singing as we entered, yet I*earcely heard them, feeling rather em barrassed at coming late to be gazed at by the entire congregation. J sank wearily takin"' among the soft cash ions, palmlenf gladly kindly refuge ered by behind a fan pro a port jy ly Now old old gentleman gentleman hush, beside beside slight me. me. flutter a a among the congregation, a rustle of garments, with now and then a subdued whisper as the pulpit was rolled close to tiul chancel, and the new curate ascended. “He’s just lovely,” whispered Marcia, pulling softly Miss Kenwood.” at my sleeve. “Do look at him. I kept my eyes downcast. If every woman in the congregation east glances of otherwise. admiration, 1 was determined to do “Ami my brother’s keepet!” was the text. Clear and distinct were the words of the speaker. The first words had caused my heart to beat wildly. How like that voice of long ago, that rich, soft voice that pleaded for my love! I listened like one in a dream,until I raised my eyes to sue before me—-Robert Pres ton. v ^ es f Changed, to , , bo ’ 8ure * *he , bright, boyish face of long ™ ,'e were lines of and snf care f eiln S on b no ''| w u e the dark hair was streakea 1 ., with silver. . Was Kathleen dead? I wondered. Had ^ , blit given * d,ffer up °"‘ his 'l practice 1 .™ crowded .MV as he upon happy my ? memor J- Why had fate thrown us once , forget? , uoro One tt /‘ thing er I bitter was determined struggle to T‘‘ : 1 f ust le av ? th J villa S?- I tb.red not trust myself . further. Reason as I would, my heait told me that 1 loved nim stilt. whispered M was , a comments over * 1 of could the worshipers lcar . t b <5 °- n tbe eloquence of the new curate. The ® dra lu S er din . s were chanting m that nasal, ?' S so numral to village ch ?/f’ aDd ^ill T I sat dreaming, A re J’, then, 011 com I T m -' 8sked mechanically m Y com Pjouo.i; as arose to 0 ^ )e ^Q t yo u ljko him, Miss Iven wood? Do tell me. V ou listened at R' ntl ' >i a " d 0I,ce . ^oked at you, y 1 ° fbou^ht a v* you were going to faint 1? away, my ^es. heoff; l hkc whispered; intn, l added God aloud, pity | i me, while ,i -i I 'L®;^ ere “mi!. 0 <1Ultc m °. r0 in unexpectedly tl0 bright u P°u little group composed of the gainereo aiounu tne new curate. 1 ncy had learned he was a man of wealth and standing,^choosing a matter of taste, borne hm calling one I simply think as it ™* s the pastors wife-presented me to h,m - Our eyes met, our hands touched, as > thoso serious eyes upon me, ‘ i£SriSor! Sw ft , "“"™ ^ , mCCtmS .. I MU happened that we were srzrJysr aU.walkiug out through the church- 1 silence.’ He was t j,e fits!, to break the lb pained 0 think t! it jt was was a a common comm n place l ’' C - “ ' “flow is Kathleen?” I asked,endeavor ing the to show him how little 1 cared for past, and how, without betraying tho his slightest wife’s emotion, I could inquire after health. “Kathleen?” He looked dazed at the question. “I believe she is well, but not nappy, He believed poor girl.” she well. How strange! was Had he grown weary of her as of met Was he utterly devoid of honor? “Not happy?” I said, as I toyed nerv ously with the roses in my bodice. “She should be very happy as— as—your wife,” I faltered. “As my wife!” he said, gazing in blank amazement. “Did you—oh, f I never attic ’ married . ha ’-° Kathleen.” judged me wrongly, “o looked like a man upon whom a sudden truth had dawned, or one ac !' uswl of a g roat wrong who could prove his innocence that .. ]t be ' vas told la the twilight all. The before service f mo it notice con cermng Robert Preston and wife referred to his cousin He had entered the mm wry from choice, _ as he had come into a ,a fg e fortune through the death of his uncle - True, he had admired Kathleen as a man would admire a beautiful wo “ at b bu j be never entertained tho slightest feeling of love orchard for her. lh e 8Cene H1 the was but a s,m . l , . e g ott „ .f np by Robert and b athleen to excite my jealousy, little dream mF of the scrums residt,. Kathleen made a most unfortunate match, like most beautiful women, mak ing a poor selection from her many suitors. Poor girl, what a dear, kind she letter she sent hear to us, telling reunited! how happy was to we were “Just to think of it!” said Mrs. Briggs. “He had came hack the to her after the I other girl given him mitten. wouldn’t take him. Would you?” We can afford happy, to laugh at her and idle gossip, we are so Robert I. 1 smde proudly to think captured that without “setting my cap” all. 1 have the new curate, after The Giraffes of the Bird Kingdom. Four very queer yet beautiful birds have been paying an enforced visit to Mr. Ronald burns, in Roosevelt street, says the New York Son. T hese birds are natives of the fens and morasses of Cuba. They are the giraffes of the bird kingdom. sick visitors The necks of these home resemble sections of garden hose painted red. Their legs look like Coney island 5-cent canes, and arc hinged in the middle. The complexion of the birds is a dirty red, save the strong beak, which is black. The necks have a most marvelous capacity for stretch ing and th«>y wind around and twist sinuously this wav and that in a snake like, motion. Th,;y enjoy the seclusion of in ... which an upper room, onecorner of they are enclosed by four drygoods boxes. T he shins 'of these leather-cov ered Cubans are very tender, arid are barked when they come in contact with the boxes. Mr. Burns teeds tbe birds on rice and bread crumbs. He thinks the birds would prefer little fish and tender grasses, but there doesn’t happen to be any any of of these these succulents succulents in in Roosevelt Roosevelt street. Mr. Burns They are valued at £25 apiece, says his visitors are flamin* goes. WORDS OF WISDOM. "To lie finery is to revenge the faults of others upon onrselvest Some natures are so sour and ungrate ful that they are never to be obliged. 'fhe lasting and crowning privilege, oi father property, of friendship is con stancy. It Anxiety is the poison of human life. is the parent of many sins and of more miseries. Title and ancestry fender a good mime more illustrious, but an ill more con temptible. Many a man passes by a little spring of coo), hog pure water, to drink at last from a wallow. One devious step at first stopping out frequently leads a person into a wilder ness of doubt and error. To take away rewards and punish ments is only pleasing to a man* who re solves not lo live morally. It dees not. pay to Hire help you have to quarrel with, or to work for a person with whom you desire to quarrel. When men dare not tell the truth of themselves, how can they be expected to always tell the truth about others? This mystery of steep! This great mystery of waking! If we could fathom them, we should have fathomed our selves, and life and death! Thousands whom indolence has sunk in contemptible obscurity might have come forward to the highest distinction, if idleness had not frustrated the effort of all their powers. No better cosmetics than a severe tem perance and purity, modesty and hu mility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; no true beauty without the sig nature of these graces in the very coun tenance. Courage that grows from constitution very often forsakes a man when he has occasion for it; and when it is only a kind of instinct in lire soul, it breaks out on all occasions, without judgment or discretion. To insure long life recreation should be a part of our daily life. It makes tho busy man thoughtful and the thoughtful busy. It insures health, success, and the accomplishment of more work in less time, and better. The Simple Nati ves of Jamaica. The natives of Jamaica, says the New York O!.server, are ingenious and skillful with their fingers. They make many pretty articles for sale, which can be bought for very little. They utilize the palm them leaves in many ways, making from liats, and pretty fans, ornamented with hand Kay wools, dainty little baskets with Us and covers. These they weave ot strips basket or white, ,>■>),„ with making the body of the a colored of strips dyed red and yellow or black. They also carve well, and some of the se:s of jewelry, tiny vinaigrettes, and rosary beads, made from the root of the “groogroo carvings palm” relief are exquisitely equal done, with in almost to tbe best Swiss carvings. They are emi nently clever a people adapting of expedients, the various and tropi- are very at often cal growths from to their railroad needs. and Living far a on an island where needful things cannot al ways be procured, they set their in genuity to work to furnish sub-titutes. The coarse, fibrous network which hangs from the baso of the cocoa leaves, they call “eoeoa/mt strainer,” and use to strain milk, rum punch, coffee, etc. A cucumber-like vegetable, full of soft fibre, they cull the “Dish-rag” plant,and scrub their kitchen utensils with it. They cut the husk from around and the eoeoanut, ravel it out into a brush polish floors the with cashew it. They around wrap the leaves of tree meat to make it tender, and hung butter in a draught they frequently in a porous clay vetsel, insure which rapid wet to evaporation, ice, and ami have thus hundreds cool it in of the labor- ab sence of saving plans of a like nature. They are clever at making pottery, and use the clay “yabbas,” a kind of earthenware bowl, in lieu of pots and kettles, doing most of them their cooking sizes, in them. beating They make of all for up cake, shape washing tea-things, and also in the of large jars, for various purposes. Pitchers for water and filters are also made in this pottery, some of which are exceedingly graceful both in moulded shape and ornaments, with ears of corn on the sides, and other designs. Amiable Side of George Washington. When Washington, after the Revolu tionary War, visited was traveling Hartford, through Con necticut he staying at the Bull’s Tavern there. A boy came into the kitchen of the tavern and said: “I want to see General Washington.” The functionary on duty did not pro pose to let any mere boy see General Washington merely for the asking, and said as much. “But I have a note for him,” remon strated the boy. “From whom:” “My father, Chief Justice Ellsworth.” “Oh—well,” and the functionary re lented. General Washington read the note and said to the boy: will “Your father invites me to dinner, 1 do more than that, I will go and breakfast with him.” And he did the next morning. And after breakfast he took the twin sons of the Justice, each on a knee and sang them the “Derby Bam,” an old Eng lish ballad, day,” beginning: and setting “It forth was on a market that the Bam of Derby was so big that the birds built nests in the wool on his back and tbe butcher who undertook to kill him was drowned in the blood.— AAio York Tribune. Imitation maple syrup is made from glucose soaking by adding hickory, an extract obtained hark, b F or sometimes maple in water. NO. 43. A GREAT INVENTOR. He had U startling genius but somehow it> didn’t emerge, Always on the evolution of things that wouldn't evolve; Always verging toward some climax, but ha never reached the verge: Always nearing the solution of some thema he could not- solve. , And ho found perpetual motion, but a cog wheel sot awry Burst his complex apparatus and he could not get it fixed; And ho made a lif'eelixir—if you drank you’d never die— But the druggist spoiled tho compound when the medicine was mixed. And he made a flying vossel that would navi gate the air, A gorgeous steamer of the heavens, a grand aerial boat, A matchless paragon of skill, a thing beyond compare, And tlie only trouble with it—he could never nmko it float. And lie found a potent acid that would change red dirt to gold; Rut the tube from which ho poured it had some trouble with it’s s piirt, So the gold held in solution and would not lot go its hold, And the dirt in dogged stubbornness it still continued dirt. And ho made a great oathoiicon to cure all disease, A general panacea for ovory ache a.'<d pain, But first he tried it on himself his stomach ache to ease, And it killed him very quickly—amt he did not try again. — S. W. Foss, in Yankee Blade. PITH AND POINT. f A country scat—The top fence rail. A patient man—One in a doctor’s office, A doctor must understand all tongues. When a thin man visits you, lodge him in the spare room, of course. A sick burglar is very loth to call a doctor for fear that he may give him up. “Mine, miner, minus?” This is the upshot of speculations in mining stock. IVhat are ministers good for? They’re good because it is part of their b isiness. The exact quantity of tho lion’s share is not stated, but it is all the lion caw get. When a woman is trying to write a letter on a half-sheet of paper much may be said ou both sides.—AV/ie JJacen News. “Talking That’s is cheap,” clear. they say: not so Just hire a jawyer And you’ll find it dear. Judije. — “ A 'OUJ.e difference, watch-dog. Well, not much; they are both kept on the bark.— -The Oce&n. This world is but a fleeting show, And no wise man regrets it, V; For man wants little here below, ■: And generally —Somerville he gets it. Journal. Ingenious thing, this English lan guage. When you hear a citizen say: whether “Oh, he’s a is good talking man.’’you of pugilist can’t tell of he a or a deacon. A criminal lately executed in England! protested bis innocence on the scaffold, and his last words were that he was a good and faithful subject of the Queen. The subject then dropped.— Mftinys. “.NotliiiiK is over lost,” Walt Whitman sings; But poets have peculiar views of things; Few will agree with him who’ve had buck. ill luck, When they tho frisky tiger tried to — Huston Courier. Brown made a bet with Wagerly that he could cause nine out of every ten men who passed a certain building that day to touch the structure. Wagerly accepted the bet. Brown simply hung out the sign “Paint.”— Judije. A lover thought culled upon a Miss, bewitching, And she looked H i longed so much her lip* to kiss, He chased her round the kitchen, But fell against the red-hot stove As soon as he had kissed her, And He though he burn thought the kiss was bliss, found the a blister. — Siftings. Overtaxing his brain. Old Mrs. Bently —“ Did you hear, Josiah, that theyoung student who has been boardin’ at the Hendrickses’ is very sick?” Old Mrs. Bently—“Yes, I heard so; what’s the trouble with him?” Old Mrs. Bently— “Studyin’ too hard I s’pose. 'Hie doc tor says he’s got information of the brain .”—The FSpod . Air. Hoar—“I would like to ask the Senator from Florida what is the mean ing of the provision that the Academy of Dental Science shall charge nothing for any service rendered to the Government of the Fnited States?” Mr. Call— “That is a literal copy ot the law in regard to the National Academy of Sciences.” Mr. Hoar “ Does it mean that they shall cut ;be eye teeth of my honorable friend from Iowa gratis Uongremional Record. A Famous Pear Tree Dead. The world-famous Endicott pear tree, planted by Governor orchard .fotm Endicott ou the ancient farm at Danvers New . ‘Milts in 1630 ©r 1633, is dead. Tradi tion has it that 1630 was the date when the venerable evidence tree was planted, hut Endicott there is also that Governor did not break up the "round for his orchard until 1633. There is no doubt, however, of the that, great antiquity of the pear tree, and it was from 250 to 260 years old when its last vital spark went out. The tree stood on the north bank of the river, about half way between the Mills and the railroad track. It hud but one rival—an ancient pear tree at Truro, on the sands of Cape Cod, planted prior to 1044 .—Boston Journal. Redhead is the name of the richest man in Hutchinson, Kan. He made his money in baking powder.