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Tk£ DEMOCRAT. A Live Weekly Paper on Live Published Every Friday Morning, at Crawfordville, Ga. W • D- SULLIV AN • Proprietor RATRS OF SUR8CRIPTI0X: Single Single Copy, Copy, (one year,) . . . S 2 00 Single Copy; (six months,) . 1 00 (three months,) ... 50 and JOB Advertising PR IN ITNG rates specialty. liberal. BOOK Prices the * to suit tunes. Business Cards. J.WHIXOX, Attorney at Law 9 CRAWFORDVILLE. GA., Will practice in Taliaferro, Wilkes, Warren, and Greene counties. Will give all business entrusted to his care dilligent attention. Collections made a specialty. june22-t-o-o S. G. BRINKLEY, Attorney at Law, WARKEJiTOW, GA. Refers to W. H. Hull, Frank H. Miller Joseph Ganahl and H. C. Foster, of Au¬ gusta, Ga. Will give all business intrusted to him dilligent attention. j-5-77-j-y T. H. GIBSON, Attorney at Law, AUGUSTA, GA. Refers by Permission, to Judge E. II. Pottle, Hon. W. M. Reese and Wm. Gibson, dec 22 t-o c. s. Dubose, Att’y at Law, WARHESTOS, GA. IST Will practice in the Augusta, North¬ ern and Middle Circuits. oct-7-j-y II. C. RONEY, Att’y at Law, THOMSON, GA. CS?“ Will practice in the Augusta, North¬ ern and Middle Circuits. oct-7-j-y Millinery. I t WOULD respectfully inform the citizens of CRAWFORDVILLE and tile Assortment of ““ teceMn * a fi,le SPRING AND SUMMER IIATS, —ALSO a choice lot of which MILLINERY, I offering fully ask am all those very that cheap I respect BPlHNG are in want of a and SUMMER HAT to give me a lx,0K ■gff r?.......... ver,«e.pecuoiij, Tnhdo-t-o-o MIS. L. S. GOIiUCKE. - New Tin Shop. A. B. HIGGS, P roprietor, CRAWFORDVILLE, GA. Takes this method to inform the citizens of Crawfordville and the people of the “StAmSotSdVmw ' S "JL" . @ 1 __ 33. XlL O T3 at this place, and is prepared C A‘r MV Work,In RFPAIR t TV best style on the very lowest terms. 1 am prepared to Execute •5 ttoonng c 3,110. Guttering „ ,, . In very best style and at prices ts suit the time. Determining to merit asks and hopes to receive a liberal patronage from the pub¬ lic. Bring your work to my shop. mh30-t-o-o A. B. HIGGS. II. S. SMITH, M.D AGENT, CRAWFORDVILLE, Keeps constantly GA. on hand a full assort¬ ment of Paints, DRUGS, Oils, lass, Tobacco, Segars, Liquors, II#» also Etc., Etc., litc. on hand the celebrated rheumatic medicine the “Wine of Seven Barks.” T UCy Articles ’ Garden Se( ‘ (ls > &c. mar mar 23 bm m ‘ Mansion ILouse 5 258 Broad Street, Augusta, : : : Georgia. Transient Board, . . $1.50 per day. Single Meals * ~rl C6n ^ S ’ Single Lodgings 50 cents. Mrs. W. M. MOORE, mar23 j-e-m Proprietress, MRS. E. L. THOMAS, Boarding House, Broad Street, Atlanta, Ga. gf-Good accommodations for Boarder •treasonable rates. nov-18-j-o-ms, w ADDLLLS , t\tyt>t t xi T Life .. of , Lint/m AdlU WJil jJlcpilciiii. S+PrThpn': This is said to be the most this Every interesting Parent, Biography of age. as well as young safe •2.50 1 at the Post*Office ’ at the 'low-price ^of per copv. j8-t-o-o ‘J OD , ^sfT Vlf OU r . .y IS., OR ANYTHING IN OUR LINF BRING IT TO THE DEMOCRAT OFFICE, AND E ^ EA T L Y, CH E A PLY AND Ql I. ILLY- Yol. I. POETRY. [Published by Request.] The Buried Heart. “7 Sleep, but my heart awaketh.” Tread lightly love, when over my head, Beneath the daisies lying, And tenderly press the grassy bed Where the fallen rose lies dying. Dreamless I sleep in the quiet ground, Save when, your foot-fall heaving, My heart awakes to the old loved sound, And beats to the step that’s nearing. Bright shone the moon last eve when you eame; Still dust for dust has feeling— The willow roots whispered low the name Of him who weeps while kneeling. The Illy cup holds the falling tears, The tears you shed above me; And I know thro’ all these silent years There’s one who still doth love me. Oil ? softly sigh, for I hear the sound, And grieve me o’er your sorrow ; But leave a kiss in the myrtle mound, I’ll give it back to-morrow. Whisper me, Love, as in moments fled, While I dream your hand mine taketli, For the stone speaks false that says “she’s dead “7 sleep, but my heart, amketh.” MISCELLANEOUS. [Frank Leslie’s Boys’ and Givis’Weekly.] WHITE FLOWER; OR, NEOTO NEVER FORGETS. “Father, I’m going down by the lake, to get more of those pretty wild-flowers.” said Anna Fernham, the sweetest flower of all, as she went out to where her father was felling trees about their new home in the wilderness. “I’ll not be gone long.” "I’m half afraid to have you go, Anna." said Mr. Fernham, stopping his work to gaze fondly at her. “The country is so new.” “Why, there isn’t a bit of danger, you dear old papa!” laughed Anna, as she tripped away. Just on the border of the lako there had s P run S U P myriads of wild-roses, which afforded a profusion of flowers, to deck the little log cabin. ™, , P „, plraMnt aflcmmn. Sbo Jilted from pl.co to place, gathering the pretty blossoms, and when her basket'was full, she sat down in the shade of a large cottonwood, to weave a garland of leaves and flowers for her own fair lirow. While her busy lingers were fashioning the tasteful wreath, she was startled by the sharp crack of a rifle, fol lowed by a groan of agony just behind her. Springing to her feet, stie beheld, stretched up,m thC ground > a hideously painted savage. With a shriek of terror she fled up the little path leaving her basket and the half finished wreath under the tree. But tlie f,!rth( ‘ r sh ® went, the plainer could she see ® °° k of appeal the sava « e K»ve her, and she , went bravely back, He was yet lying there, moaning, and trying to stanch tlie blood from a wound in the breast, Anna ran fearlessly up to him, and tearing off her little muslin apron, she skillfully stopped the blood. All the while tlie savage was staring in mute surprise at this pretty daughter of a pale-face “Neoto never forgets,” said lie, when Anna rose from her task. Then he arose himself, but with much difficulty. “Neoto no see White Flower. Tree hide her. Pale-face shoot Neoto. Neoto never lie then turned away, and went off into the forest, while Anna, frightened at what she had done, again fled to want home, reaching the little cabin breathless and fainting, “So you send me away, Anna ?’* “I do. Mr. Evarts.” They were standing under that same cottonwood tree, where Anna Fernliarn sat weaving her garland, one year before—she and the handsome Paul Evarts ; and she was picking in pieces the flowers he had gathered for her. “Yes, Mr. Evarts, this must be our last meeting.” she continued, in a steady voice. Angry words arose to his lips, but he crushed them back. “I am sorry, Anna,” said he. “I have looked forward to different results from our intimacy of the past Summer. I have Pictured a home, Anna—a happy home, W ith you t 0 share it.” “Your imagination has carried you too far, Mr. Evarts.” “But it has been very pleasant, Anna, though it proves to be nothing but a picture. I shall still cherish it. Shall I see you to the house ? night is coming on.” “Thank you’ Mr. Evarts, but am not quite ready. I will not detain yc c He bowed and left the spot. Anna looked after him with misty eyes, that presently overflowed with hot, scalding tears. „i, 11 - ovl> r> „ She sobbed. “I have sent ima . away, and he will never come again, Ah ! if he knew what misery it cost me to R P* ak so ® ol dl y to him; but he never shall *’ I10W - No.no; it is better to crush this lore now than to have it thrown back to me he h« n!S that I am the sister of a convicted felon. I must put aside .She bent her head in a listening attitude, and heard her name thrice repeated. !‘; It inna! is Claude Anna site r Anns cried, joyfully. “Fes, sister,” said a tall, noble-looking man, stepping from his place of conceal meet. The Democrat. Crawfordville, G eorgia, - >4 tily 20 18 < i. , Anna sprung gladly into his arms. “Oh, Claude, vou are free again !•*• -Sr could not go away without seeing you. ' Hovr is poor father?” “Haven’t you heard, Claude?” she asked’ the tears filling her eyes. del?- 1 dire ”* “ k! ,Ic k ■i „..err The strong man wept like a child. “He died believing me guilty! Oh, God !” he cried, lifting his eyes to heaven, “if it lie possible, let my father’s spirit look down upon my innocence !*’ “Hark, Claude, hark !” Instantly his face changed its expression. The look of reverent pleading gave place to one of rigid determination, almost fierce nes. “Go, Anna !” said he. «w rt r., 1 Hark, the hounds are coming ! Hear their deep haying! Hear the voices! I am surrounded, Anna! Good-by, sister! I will not die tamely !” *Good-by, brother! I would rather see you dead than taken back to prison. Shall I not stay ?” “No no, sister ! Go !” “Then, good-by, Claude!” Anna had just disapppeared from view when a horseman dashed into the open space where Claude Fernham stood. “Back, sir, as you value your life !” cried Claude. “I would not shed blood, but I will not be taken alive!” “Put up your weapon.” said Paul Evarts, coldly. “I have come to save you. Mount this horse, and away! You have not a moment to lose!” There was no time for parley—scarcely time for thought. With a hasty grasp of the hand, and a heartfelt “God bless you!” Claude sprang into the saddle and dashed away; nor thought that his deliverer was jeopardizing his own life. “I have saved him,” said Paul ; “yet he has stolen my love. lie will live for Anna, and I shall die. Yes, here they come. A rope and a tree, or perhaps a bullet, and it is all over with me. Well, well, I dq not regret it. It was ail for her sake, if it makes her happier, I am well paid for the sacrifice. It is misery to live without her. Death can be no worse.” “Yp B are a p risoner. Van! E v./it-G’’ From out of the bushes had sprung tho tall form of Jack Hanlon, the scout ; ami, with his rifle to his shoulder, he advanced toward Paid. “Put down your rifle, Jack,” said Fan) calmly. “I helped him off, and he is beyond your reach. I know not, nor care not who he is ; hut I do know that, mounted on my horse, witli the start he has, he cannot be caught. I await my punishment.” “And that shall ho death, Paul Evarts— death within an hour 1” When Anna left her brother, she fled wildly toward home, with some indistinct idea that she might help him by her flight. She stopped at the little brook to put a few drops of water upon her heated face. A shadow fell across her path, and looking up, she saw an Indian standing by her side. She uttered an affrighted cry and started to run, but tlie savage held her back. “Wliy does White Flower run ?” he asked. “Has she forgotten Neoto? Neoto never forgets. He will not hurt tlie pretty White Flower. He will help her. Her heart is heavy. Tell Neoto.” Anna looked up into his face, hut she could read nothing there. “Neoto will not harm me ?” she asked. “The White Flower is troubled,” said he. “Her face is sad ; Neoto will help her. Why did she run like the frightened fawn when tlie hunter is on the trail ? What did the child of the pale-face see that made her afraid ?** “Oh, Neoto!” cried Anna—“Neoto, my brother ? Save him ! Down by the lake! Quick !” “Neoto will try ; but White Flower will stay here, and Neoto will send tier brother to her.” With a loping gait the savage hurried away through the gloom which was gather¬ ing over tlie forest. As he neared the clearing by the lake, he slackened his pace, and went more cautiously. He parted the bushes with his hand, and gazed at the scene before him. “The White Flower’s brother needs help,” he muttered. Kneeling but a few feet from where the savage stood, was Paul Evarts. his breast hared, his hands tied, and a bandage over his eyes. About thirty paces beyond stood Jack Hanlon, the scout. At the right wa s a group of hardy backwoodsmen, witness of this border justice. The scount had his rifle to his shoulder, Neoto but before he had time to puli the trigger' sprung into the clearing, and placed himself before tlie doomed man. “My white brothers are cowards !” said he, cutting the thongs which bound Paul. “They would take the life of an innocent brother! They tie him, and shoot him like a dog! Ugh! They are fords’.” At the first appearance of Neoto, the border men grasped their weapons, and a dozen rifles were pointed at his breast; but the grim Old warrior was unmoved. “Neoto fears you not,” said he. “See?” He gave a shrill whistle. The si « nal waR a ^wered from a score of throats, and from behind every tree stepped a savage. “Neoto’s warriors otrtnumbef the pale fsce3.” Then be, turned to Paul Evarts. who bad been gazing sunmsed at this unlooked-for deUverer. “Pale-face * White Flower "" ‘ r ’ you are flve The | - “••c’lsssrs: “Long-biiide, ,M ! i cr '* llen ‘ Ilanlon, “why >aul I lM> ’ * ddr ? ssmK Jack Floating to ' u,,i > 011 kil1 '“in ? said: jt ul s re * rea ^' ng figure, be *2£ jak ">»' .-r’ ">■ *»»»■•» “Long-blade mrwly at the scout. away. Has 1.4, the murderer is not far of pelts he st. ll-blade forgotten the heap The scored Shorn his brother ?” and drawimW^' liilt^ 1 a rry ' hunting-knife, of ra . K ° and terror he > plunged it * Thorough f’P m, ° his own breast. Neoto only smi !s ' taud ' mt . “Long-blade fc done s ., wiewain ” * rf,ther lies in Neoto’., H .’ 2ssr^-=-“« The dying 1 »«" lookedur.on fJ an ?***• and the last time. liar scenes and faces for “Take him a4 *'*’ gasped, “I won’t look nt him ' ' think that Ha! ha! I made them Ha !—ha !” i ide Fcrnham killed him ! And thus he •* Paul EvartsG 'he path the little brook, and, af/ to imv away. • ,oto s bidding, lie hurried Anna was W: V "if and when she , , heard his « footsteps, hastened him. when'rte'rec'oL • to meet 1 '® cr J cd - J«y f “Hy i coldly back, fill Paul Lvarts, she drew “Not Claude } l in ns her own- •! 10 , t0,, cs as freezing that he is safe come to t< ‘" “Oh, Paul__” iat Neoto never forgets.” Then the sud ! joy Iler she fell insens; ov, ‘ rcame - He raised liei at hi . * feut ’ to the brook ^ !lifi nrms ’ a,ul her the little 8tr . ,1,nl h-aped lightly across sudden nppoa st “ rtli "8 I’“ ul l»y >«» s “So soon ?" liT’ .’sited. But Claude Iniham had Anna’s insensible f.>. seen bands, and wet. tyiml *P?ier brow was chafing the her cold water. with clear, “Darling a/si slid ■Pstv up to me !” he cried. “I am free ni■ “ u.v:.'.-r.-r ),as hepn found. AiififcJ *r, - it is your own biou. ’lflllfU*- v L “Sister ! bewildered “I am CluA, Fenihain ; ’ and this is my little aistr-v Aeija.” “And 1 have doubted her,” murmured l >a,| I hen l- he reinemoered A her coldness, and sa ' ’ ... Claude wasTahsmbed' iTb’is efforts to restore Alina, that he did not heed Paul’s words; hut ATiiia opened her eyes J and whispered; “Fault Paul!” He heard her although it was scarcely more than a breath ; and, snatching her from her brother's arms, he cried, joyfiiffy; she is nimevmw, Claude.” hariTterminiAonof^lltlieri Doubles ttmt they knew not of Neoto now stepped forth “The White Flower is happy, and Nooto’s heart is glad.. Neoto helped tho White Flower. Neoto never forgets.” The Man Who Weeps. He entered ® bakery on Grand Iti ver avenue didn’t at ele^i o’clock forenoon, lie look like a neat and tidy old man about ready to join the angels, but he resembled an old man who had slept in a liarn and was about ready to join a big dinner. I think, lie said, as lie looked around, I think I’ll take a huckleberry pie. The woman behind the counter re¬ plied that she hadn’t seen a pie of tlie sort for six months. AVhat is collateral to huckleberry pie ? asked the man as he looked into the show ease. 81ie didn’t know, and lie said he thought pumkin was, and that he would take a pumkin pie. She handed one down, and as he took out his knife and cut into it, she said : J wenty cents, if you please ? ( liarige a bill, I s’pose V he queried as he ^Yf s' sir 6 pa, k Die pie. Have you any objection to feeling down my boot leg and pulling up a ten dollar hill? he asked as lie cut the second piece. She said she had, and she further more hinted that he hadn’t seen a ten dollar bill for the past years. Oh, yes I have, he responded as he cleared bis throat. I was looking * into a brokers . , window . , yesterday , and saw over a hundred sucii hills. There was one more mouthful of pie, and as he swallowed it the woman called out: Now I want the twenty cents sir, So do I, was the quite answer; but I haven’t got it. I’ll call rny husband and have you * kicked > she exclaimed You will call in a young and vigorous man k o heat up arid , bruise , Up an old ,, ® an 1,k f W:Hk m the Iefe ' s ’ neHr gone with consumption, and only liarely to stand Up! That crushed what little spirit I bad left when I liegau to demolish that pie, No. 22. lie sat down by the stove and begun a-*-.*— M r,.'"’“Tr’.T 5J, l °o • h? so ibid, shedding tears. *> ever blind the pie, go long out doors ? I’ll never leave this liakery with a I have llflre zzszr lake it l m> He was peeling it off, when, she said she didn’t want it—that she wanted him to S et right out doors though, * ** never go out till I requite this (boo-hoo) claim boo-hoo ! he sobbed, and he pulled off his jacket and tlung after the coat. Ret out you can have the pie-get out! sIle sm ‘ au,c 'l at t,ie to P of ,ler .....* .. l ° 0) ’ a " d * J™ 111 boots! Here, take my poor old boots, and I will go forth in my bare feet 1 Stop— stop 1 I was only in fun with you. 1 didn’t want no twenty cents of you any of the time 1 Hero nre some fried-cakes and another pie take ’em and go out. Have I cleared my character? he asked. Yes, yes, you are an honest man, sir. Shall I leave you all my clothes ? he inquired as he dropped a susjHmder off of his shoulder. No, no, no. Well, I will go out. I Will take along the fried cakes and the custard pie as mementoes of this occasion, and I will go out feeling that you appreciate me. Yes, I do, I do, He put on his garments, took up his provisions, and as his tears flowed afresh, he went out, saying: Whenever anyone wants to break my heart let ’em call me a dishonest ingrute, Good-bye. • —— Walter Scott. BY. T. K. O. 3 ^ « recent number of \e. ,>out,, y L - L - V. says that in a letter of the published correspondence of the late Judge Stephens, lie expresses the opinion that Walter Hcott was not a gentleman, L. V. does not agree With Judge Htepliens in this, but he wrill jierhaps be 8Urpri T 1 t0 loa ™ Umt «'« opil ' io " was entertained f , by no less u i>ersonage tlmn D° nl Macaulay, In the recently published “Life and Letters” of that eminent writer and historian, lie says, in a private letter to the, editor of the ,Scott Edinburg Review about Sir Walter i “1 have not, from the little that 1 do k ' ,,,w “J‘‘in. formed so high an opinion oi h>* character as moot people seem to f ‘ ,lterUlll > iu,d us il would be expedient fwr 11,0 Edinburg > Review to express. * * * * * l n politics, a bitter anil un scrupulous partisan ; profuse and osten tatious in expense; agitated by the hopes and fears of a gambler ; perpetu ally sacrificing the perfection of his com¬ positions, and the durability of his fame, to his eagerness for money ; writing witli tho slovenly haste of Dryden, in order to satisfy wants which were not like those of Dryden, caused by circumstances beyond bis control, but which were pro dueed by his extravagant waste or rapa clous speculation ; this is the way in which lie appears to me. * * * i can not think him a high-minded man, or a man of very strict principle.” While Macaulay gives a reason reasons for his opinion different [row the reason upon which L. L. V. Judge Stephens leases Ids opinion, yet may it not be that neither of them is very far wrong in the conclusion arrived at ? Macaulay expresses his sorrow at being constrained to entertain such an estimate of Scott, for he “sincerely ad mired the greater part of his works.” 1 may Dnit iev; had a keener ap P r ®ciation ol the power and beauties of Scott as a writer than Judge .Stephens, South, • ---- There Is a young man carrying a hod at Rohr’s new building on First sheet ha »»mmantlc history. He is about twenty tw<> years of a f ’ a ' ,d «“ » cdlil,J '« wealthy parents, who reside m New Ilareti, Conn . About three years ago; becoming anvry with bis father, he left home and reached this city, where he has since resi ded, engaged in various kinds of manual labor. At regular intervals remittances andclothing from his parents are sent to him, but he persistently refuses to toueli them, notwithstanding the most urgent entreaties. He also refuses to return home, prefering to make lit* own living .—Afaytrille ) --<— * PregWent Ifayes )g authoritatively an nounced as favoring ti.e remonetization of silver, and the re-adoption of the double standard. Xow 16 tue How to subscribe, only %‘i. r THE DEMOCRAT AUVERTISIKO KATES: One Square, first insertion . S 1 One One Squat*:,each three subsequent insertion 73 One Square, mouths 10 00 Square, Column, twelve months . 15 OO Quarter Half twelve months . . 20 00 Column twelve months . r i0 W One Column twelve months . ioo m RP One I ni-li or Less considered as a square. We have no fractions of a square, all fractions of squares will l<e counted as squares. liberal deductions made on Con tract Advertising. Nineteen Impolite Things. J jz. out being asked. * **■*«*.-»—. 5. Spitting about the house, smoking or chewing. 6, Cutting your finger-nails in com i>any ' 7. leaving church betun, rv.rr.hipi, 8, Wliis)icring or laughing in thn | 10use 0 f <; (K i_ i). Gazing rudely at strangers. 10. Leaving a stranger without a seat. n. A want of respect and reverence f or seniors, 12. Corredling older persons than yourself, IteceivW esp*ially parents. 13, a present without an your own story, 15. Laughing nt the mistakes of others. 16. Joking others in company. 17. Commencing talking before an¬ other has finished speaking. 18. Commencing to eat us soon as you get to the table. 10. Not listening to what anyone is saying in company. Fashion Notes. Fancy hosiery Is very popular. The ruling designs nre pale solid tints, with embroidered insteps ami clocks. Low-cut shoes and sandal slippers, also high sandals, will figure at all the mode summer resorts. This style of feet covering is very nobby for tho young. Sandals are made of French kid, lined with white glove kid, double stitched, and finished off with great care and skill, as to shape and completeness. Lace “fixings” for the throat are in demand; this mode of toilet accompani¬ ment is allowed much latitude. There nre a number of cunning forma for the throat, nil arranged in rich lace. The how simple, the loose scarf, tho the rimdess bowknot, and tip) pretty all constdered/iv/mwie il de chine, niousseline de *>ie, arid crepe ur< ‘ all fashionable, Fichus of all kinds are worn. Homo are made up in genuine lace, and hence rather expensive, but a large number aro excellent imitations of costly laces, and I 1 * 118 * ^ of the course, are ° f fasMo ever "’ wanted, What lady of any society notority would visit a summer resort mm a fan ? This useful and ornamental article of tho toilet is somewhat smaller In size than the inodes of last year, Belts are worn. Laee mils and long lace gloves are gaining favor. Square pockets are preferred. White suits are struggling into existence for the iienefit of full-grown ladies. Sashes are only worn by children. Coaching hats are liked. Long veils are affected. Flow era arc bunched for the throat, waist and pocket. In short, gay fancy rules sum iner dress, The Imperturnble Passenger, A train boy on an Illinois road found a rather tough customer in an old gen tleman of composed mien, who received all shots as if lie were bullet proof. The boy bombarded him wlt/i papers, and pamphlets, and candies, and bound books, and nuts, and fruits of one kind and another. Rut it was no good.— Had the elder party been lined inside with brass he could not have shown greater indifference. The hoy fretted under his treatment, as was plain to lie seen. lie had passed the cigars some thirty times and without success, when he said, in a tone of desperation ! “Try some of these ail ewe r s, and if they don’t kill you within &nth I’ll give you the money baek.” Tlie mail was somewhat amused by that, but tie bad tiie boy. lie said : “If I am dead fliow can you give mo the money ?” “I’ll give It to your family then.” “But I ain’t got ho family.” “Well, I’ll give it to the family next door,” persisted the boy. “Bat there ain't no Tamiiy next door ” gai ,i the man m( t)l0 8t!li , i,, ng then ing his face. “Oil, there’ll be one move in when t[ iey hear you are dead,” was tiie quick rtl’ty The elderly passenger shut up like a borrowed knife .—Danbury Ntvs, Castor Oil, in which a small quantity of lamp-black lias been stirred, is an excellent !iir and water-proof composition for boots and shoes I n winter. It closes the pores of ^ ,fathpr ’ »>««». air and water, consequently making the feet very much dfier ani1 warmer. This lias been tested for *«»** and can be confidently recommeu The surface of the Passaic river in New Jersey is covered with acres of dead fi,h„ supposed to have been poisoned.