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The Snow Prayer.
A little girl went out to pray one day
in the fresh, new snow, and when she
came in, she said:
“Mama, I couldn't help praying when
I was out at play.”
- “Wliat did you pray for, my dear,”
aSKfed her mother.
“I prayed the Snow Prayer, mama,
that I heard in the Sunday school.”
‘‘The Snow Prayer! what do you
mean, little one ?”
"I mean the beautiful Snow Prayer,
in the Bible, mamma, you know it.”
“Wash me, and I shall be whiter than
snow.”
Riddles.
“Feet have they hut they walk not”—
Stoves.
“Eyes have they but they see not”—
Potatoes.
“Teeth have they but they chew
not”—Saws.
“Noses have they but they smell not”
—Teapots.
“Months have they but they taste not”
—Rivers.
“Hands have they hut they handle
not”—Clocks.
‘‘Ears have they but they hear not”—
Cornstalks.
“Tongues have they but they talk
hot”—Wagons.
ALastinrrKeencaire A Lasting Keepsake.
‘Look hear, mar’s John, ain’t you
gwinetogib me uo keepsake dis new
year’s ?” asked an elderly darkey, who
had evidently been out calling caning, of or a a
;2 v „ m „ °" Lo “” erCe
“Wliat snvt of h i P 11 y ° U
want ‘ • 'Od , the youth. M
’ '
“I want sumfin what is swine to last
sumfin to take w,d me when I dies, so
—sumfin what won’t wear out ”
“How would a bottle of whisky do »”
“FflrftfGod drainin’ d its de hen v keens-.i-e
Esa been of” s’™ t i, •
’
«Fhou ff ht He Had ’Em Again.
close ■Snipes brought Thursday a two night. weeks’spree He lay
n on on a
lounge in the parlor, feeling as mean as
sour lager, when something in the cor
hit of the room attracted his attention,
Raising on his elbow, he gazed steadily
at biXife it he stared his terror grew’. Calling
“\V ’ lie ! asked hoarsely •
•Mirnnay, wliatis , , tlmt r
\\ hat is a hat, T.iki ly f
iuiftles’ name is Lycurgus, and his
w swewE Refill s him Likely for short a 1K l
“Why;'that— that—thing in tlie cor¬
ner,” said the frightened man, pointing
at it with a hand shaking like a poli¬
tician.
‘’Likev, dear, I see nothing,” replied
the woman.
“What, you don’t see it J” he shriek¬
ed.
“No.”
“Then I’ve got ’em. Oh, heavens!
bring me tlie Bible, Mirandy, bring it
quick ! liere, here on this sacred blood I
swear never to touch a drop of whiskey.
If I break my vow, may my right hand
cleave to the roof of my mouth, and—”
Here, catching another glimpse of the
terrible object, he clutched his wife and
in piteous tones:
“Don’t leave me—don’t leave your
Likey”—and burying his face in the
folds of her dress, he sobbed and moan
ed himself into a troubled sleep.
Then liis wife stole gently to the cor
ner, picked up the toy snake, and threw
it into the stove.
He came from Firginny : A young
gentleman of this city, in whom we
have tlie most perfect confidence, gives
us the following conversation, which he
overheard between two colored citizens
the other evening, as he was returning
from prayer-meeting : “Sam, does you
know Jonah ?” “Jonah ! Whoishe?”
“Why Jonah that swallowed de whale ;
slsszzz
“Of couse he was from Firginny.”
“Well the Firginians alwavs “ was hell
for fish”
The Medical Ifrrmc has the following
recipes, which may be of value :
A tea made of peach leaves is a sure
remedy for kidney difficulty.
ol chestnut leave*
drank in the place of water, will cure
tbe most obstinate case of droiisv in a
few days
A tea made of ripe and dried whor
Deberries, . . and . drank . , in . the .. place , of . wa
ter, is a sure and speedy cure for a scrof
ulous difficulty, however bad.
A plaster made of fresh slacked
and fresh tar, is a sure cure for a can
ter, which, with all its roots, will
come out.
The best way to interest the Indian
agriculture is to show him that
is made out of corn.
The 1 )emocrat
"Vol. 2.
POETRY.
Swapped Hearts.
I prithee send me back my heart
Since 1 cor.not have thine ;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, should you have mine ?
Yet now I thinkon’t let it lie ;
To find it were in vain,
For thou’st a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?
O Love f where is thy sympathy,
If thus our breasts thou sever ?
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out ;
For when I think I’m best resolved
I then am most in doubt.
Then farewell care, and farewell woe,
I will no longer pine;
For I’ll believe I have her heart
As much as she lias mine.
MISCELLASEOUS
FOILED.
“You love Captain Montford!” and
Geraldine Rathborne dropped tlie book she
had been reading, and looked at her cousin
with flashing eyes.
“Yes, Geraldine, I never can tell you or
anybody else how much I love George
Montford, ami Alice Caryls ,, ,, fair , . face ,
dropped lower oyer her needlework.
‘ Uo " d °>' ou know Captain Montford
,^ you? )
"?**’ answered
^ her “erf droop,ng still lower. |
a silence fell between the cousins. Alice
•«
Geraldine regarded her with an expression
“HowTw?’ ' ... jou. ^ P a 5 ' ;
M J ^ t ,“ 0 da , won :
come when he would love her m return,
!' ,0 ^ <lm ' !lin n ° W tUat she had loved and
* ^AUee“” r 'r f ‘ dh *. ® r v kuo " a "> „ t:about .
h •
‘
liuur
“Whatdid 'U he sav“” ' asked Gera'dine “ ’
y .
stamped up and down, wouldn’t
listen to a word 1 said, told me I should
marry my cousin Hosmer, and I could tell
Captain Montford so the next time lie
ca,led > 01 so,ld ,be y° ul, S scamp to him,
and be " ould teb bbu " itliout mincing
tU hat
Captain Montford was a fine young fellow n
t0 l>as* away an evening; bat to think of
my marrying a man who had nothing but a
captain s pay to depend upon—well, I must
never think of it aguin. Now isn't tlmt
encouraging for the future?” and Alice’s
laugh rang through the, room, and she
dropped her work and looked over at her
cousin.
“Vou seem to make light of your father’s
decision, Alice.”
“Geraldine, when did you ever know
papa to give liis consent the first time he
was asked ; and did you ever know him to
refuse me anything in the long run?”
Geraldine did not answer at once. She
knew that Alice was right. She knew that
her unstable old uncle always gave in to
his idolized daughter in the long run.
For some minutes Geraldine was silent,
She was studying the situation—thinking
out how best she could revenge herself on
her lovely cousin for robbing her of tlie
man she loved.
“Alice, I think you are mistaken in your
father this time,” said Geraldine, delib
erately.
l rt"7,lT I tZ ,U,My ’°’ ,d “" e '“ Ck ’
“Why do you think so ?” she asked.
“Because bis heart is set on your mar
riage with Hosmer.”
“A few months of my teasing will cure
him of that.,’
“But supposing it doesn’t?”
“Oh, it is too disagreeable to suppose.” „
‘“But you must look this matter in the
face, Alice. Just so sure as you are sitting
there, your father will never consent to
your marrying George Montford.”
“Oh, Geraldine 1”
“I speak from conviction ; and now 1 ask
you, what are you going to do when you
find out that you can never gain your
father’s consent?”
“But you must marry without liis con
sen L or kivc up Captain Montford.”
“I will wait a resonable time for papa
to consider this matter, add then-”
“And then you will marry Captain Mont
ford whether my uncle gives his consent or
not.
“I didn’t say so, Geraldine. It will take
me some time to make up my mind to act
That’s what any sensible girl would do.”
Alice rested her cheek on her palm, and
troubled, thoughtful look settled on her
face -
“Geraldins,” she said, after a pause.
“papa always talks common sense to you.”
“Yes, Alice, and I was just going to say
“ ^ ’°C ptl aliontf ^
louaMLspmnXontloTd. d rf"
yoJsaidAliil "
“Then I will go and speak to him at once,
and whatever he says to me, rest assured it
wil i be his unalterable decision,” and
pressing a Jndith kiss on Alice’s brow,
Geraldine left the room.
Crawfordville, Georgia, February 22, 1878.
While she was thus engaged, Captain
Montford was announced. One look at the
handsome young man, and we forgive
Geraldine for falling in love with him. He
was a perfect ideal of the dashing military
officer.
“What aits my darling?” were his first
words, for the lengthening shadows did not
hide from his keen glance the look of
trouble on Alice’s face,
With his arm about her, Alice related the
conversation she had with Geialdine, and
told him, that her cousin had gone to speak
with her father.
Captain Montford frowned. In Ids mind,
without having any good reason for so
doing, lie always associated Geraldine
Rathborne with some beautiful snake, and
he did not relish the idea of tier interceding
for him.
“Alice,” he said, thoughtfully. “I am
sorry now that I took vour advice. I ought
to have spoken to your father last night."
“Oil, no, no !”
“Alice, allow me to be the best judge in
this affair. I do no not wish Geraldine’s
interference. I will go to j our father at
once.”
Alice tried all her powers of persuation,
but Captain Montford was not to lie per¬
suaded when lie made up his mind, and he
started for the library, where Mr. Caryl was
usually to be found.
As he approached the library door, he
heard Mr. Caryl say in a voice suffocating
with anger:
“If she is planning to deceive me, I will
never forgi ve her. ”
“She is, determined to marry liim, if you
withoW conseilt , UIlcle . x tricd to
presuade her from it, but no use,” said the
voice of Geraldine, in reply, and Captain
Montford stood still, scarcely believing liis
own ears.
will tell her bright and early to-mor
row morning that I will never consent to
my consent, I will disinherit her and every
C(,nt I am worth goes to yon, Geraldine.
Now, leave me ; let no one come near me to
»W.”
“ al " SOn> ; ,ny ' vo [ ds baye made >"’>
T
(ilu . uce once more with Aiiee.”
Captain Montford had hardy time to step
into one of the rooms that opened on the
landing, when Geraldine appeared, and
«“ “P»!» *t«ai |>« ■>.*•
teMn »'ed to beard the furious old lion in
Uw den, and tl.o next minuto -ound him
«?i oidgentl'eman.
“Well, sir, who sent for you?" was Mio
first salute the captain got, in anything but
a gentle voice.
“Nobody sent for me, sir, but I have a
knack of always being on hand at the right
tiiao ' 1 " as comi "K 1’t-rc to speak with
you, sir, when 1 happened to overhear a
part of your conversation with your niece.
Mr. Caryl, Geraldine is deceiving you.
Alice never thought of marrying without
your consent, until her cousin put it into
her head.”
“What’s that you say? Geraldine de¬
ceiving ine?” roared the old gentleman.
“She is, sir. If you could walk softly
down stairs with me now, and overhear
your neiee talking to your daughter, you
may sec through this affair as well as I do.’
“Oh, Geraldine, what shall Ido ?” Alice
was saying to her cousin,
“I will tell you. It is your duty. Alice
to marry Captain Montford. He is not
marrying you for your money, and you
are satisfied, you say, to live on a captain’s
pay. lie is an honorable man ; no one can
find a blemish on liis character. Vour
father has no right to come between
you-”
“I believe you’re right—I do, upon uiy
soul, Geraldine 1” cried Mr. Caryl, burst
ing into thc room with ail the speed his
gouty toes would permit,
Geraldine screamed, and Alice trembled,
Bplen
did, fellow, and 1 have no right to come
between them, only you put it in a little
different light when you were talking to
lne a P stairs. Alice,my dear, it s all right.
I overheard Geraldine’s conversation with
you - » nd George, come in here and speak
to your future wife.”
“Oh, papa, I knew it was only a matter
of a little time—that you would give your
consent!”
“Don’t thank me, ray dear—thank the
captain. W here s Geraldine?” and Mr.
Caryl’s face grew purple.
Greraidme had stole from tho room. Her
attempt at revenge was foiled, and next day
she left the house forever.
thinks better of it and goes back again,
that’s what we cull a relapse.” And
here we have been working for dear life
to keep off a relapse under tlie impression
it was in some way related to chop
m0 rbus.-i<o,uc Sentinel.
“Before we were married,” said lie
,’ m (”^1"Z„‘ (taSe, ”
“And now what does she say?” asked
the friend. “Oh ! just the same,” ex
claimed the rnan “buy, buy.” “Ah !
I see,” said the other; “she only exer
ci8ed a Iitt i e different ‘ spell over vou ’
said L Chicago landlord, “can vou tell
the difference between a beef-steak and
a shingle. No? Then I’ll broil you a
shingle hereafter every morning for
breakfast instead of beef-steak.”
- ” » • -
Job \\ ork promptly and cheaply exe
on ted at this office.
Salute the Bride.
Fresh ^ thc eoUon fle!d ’ she wltfa
_ snuff - rnl>bln .., , . brush ,
a " Protruding from
^ er an ^ ^ ie ? with cotton clinging
to his mossy beard and patched coat,
with a gnh on his face.
“Yon are the ones who wish to be
married, ^eo rge McKenna and Harriet
Shelton ?'* asked Judge Hay.
; “He, h. we is, sir,” said Mr. McKen¬
( na, while Miss Shelton’s black face was
modestly 4fd m ljer white sun bonnet.
“Join y•sir right hands.”
The pa-ms came together like two
sticks of i*ood.
“You promise to take the woman
whose hand you hold—”
“Yes, s.l”
“to hi” your lawful and wedded
wife—”
“Oh, yeij sir, he, he.”
—“promise dies, to love and cherish—”
“I sir.”
—“and,* (put out by frequent inter¬
ruptions) and cling to her only—”
“Yes, sir.”
— “as long as you both live, eh ?”
“Yes, sM”
“Salute fhe bride,” called out a new
ly married jlttomey when the eeremony
was over,
-Go-gUaway now!” protested the
bridegroonj mist,
Y ou though 8 or 1 you’re not mar- j
•
ned’said . , „ . f he attorney. ..
“You’re joking !”-hc pulled Harriet | i
hack, though she struggled hard to go. i
“No, you*really must,” .
Then the e was a comical scene Lli^ dis
played 1 ‘-‘Jto sl.ejbrotesting sueousting, “Thevhe they re foolin ; :
S nd Ta JTi! ye ' j
The tustl* was long and fierce, and
^ be 5 0U11 X' -torncy roared with amuse
ment, hut George finally succeeded, and
tho tw0 out ‘
An -------7^“ Inqueat on Abel.
Yesterday afternoon an excited in
dividual, with his hat Standing on tw -o
Iicnrtlikellluioms ol »
,-, 1<0 tbe ( , ,- . e coro „ (>r n _ The
;. oroneJ . js u^-ssioB ;l dentist ..„i
his first thohglit as ho glanced at the
,nan , was that he was well-nigh dis
traeted with the toothache. He was
soon undeceived, however, as tho
frenzied individual cried out, as soon
iV s he could catch his breath after run
uin g stairs : “Been a man murder- m.uutr
'
“A man murdered ?” cried the
toioner j how ! where ?”
“In a guiding, I believe; with a club,
or a rock.”
“IIow long ago V cried the coroner
seizing liis hat arid cane.
“Been done a good while and no po¬
lice nor constables hasn’t “never done
nothing’ about it. Never been no cor
roner set on tho case nor nothin’ of tlie
kind; no verdick.”
“What’s the dead man’s name V
Who was lie ?” cried tlie coroner.
“Ilis name was Abel.”
“Abel ? Abel who?”
Don’t know. Never heard nothin’
but his first name. ”
“Well, what is the name of the man
who killed him ? Don’t they know ?
Any one suspected ?”
“Well, I’ve heard that a fellow
named Cain put out liis light. Cain
was the brother ot Abel, and—”
C«,o«r mrito . mou„, ...... ftsrt*.
* . n ® h*** cane, cries, “You git down them
stairs, my line fellow. Git, and don’t
you show yourself here again!” With
a guffaw, the fellow went down three
steps at a time, the doctor calling out
after him, “How dare yon trifle with an
° - j thjs wav y ’ sir ? 7 „
The Whipping Post in Kentucky.
The Kentucky House of Itepresenta
fives have passed a bill establishing the
whipping post in that State. The bill
pr0VldeS Uat tllC for 8teal,n K
1 money > chattels or goods, where the
value is less than ten dollars, shall be
j exce ~p P U (1 from the stripes. I he bill,
w *” cb was carried by a vote of sixly
! ^iree to twenty-one, has created much
excitement in light-fingered circles, while
its adoption by tlie .Striate is anxiously
desired by a majority of the honest citi
zens of all classes.
A citizen of Leavenworth, going to
t»rn to mitt in the dark o, the ea,„
morning, got into the wrong pen,
undertook to milk a mule, He don’t re
member which side of the barn he went
nut at, hut expects his bucket down in a
few days,
boy as he struggled up a Detroit street
‘‘I’d be stabled, rubbed down and fed;
but I’m a hoy and I’ve got logo Home,
clean off snow, bring in wood tote wa
ter and rock the confounded old
for an hour or two.”
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Now is the time to subscribe- only ?2.
No. 8.
j POETRY.
___
The Hour Ulna.
Sparkling, dancing downward,
Merrily drop the sands.
While the golden hours so gaily pass,
Amid rose and lily, and soft green grass ;
Wherefore so eager to turn the glass,
Oh i dimpled baby hands ?
Glittering, flashing downward,
In tlie glow of the April sun,
Ah : sweet white fingers, and sky-blue
eyes,
And cheeksas rosy as western skies ;
’Tla pity in Youth's first Paradise
That the sands so swiftly run.
Stealing forever downward,
Gray tinging their virgin gold,
Pulse* still quiver, and hearts still beat,
But tlie road grows hard for the tired
feet;
Surely tlie sky liad more warmth and heat
And tlie sands showed brighter of old.
Dropping drearily downward,
Tlie evening is well nigh o’er,
The brightest and best tlie river have
crossed
Tlie holt is shot, and the venture lost;
Thc bark on tlie last long wave is tossed,
The glass needs to turn no more.
MISCELLANEOUS.
r
A Terrible Liar.
“He was the orfulost liar I ever seen,”
Cooley O’Leary, as we returned
fr0,n llia friend’s funeral. “Why, he
told me once that he lived on a small
i" U ‘"V '." Ocean, on 8ai,UI,at , wo . . .
there was an active demand . out in that
into
the business of raising them. And ho
8aill one ycav llls whole crop failed ex
eept one melon f^rful and that kept oil cfowd- grow
lng at 3Uc!l a rate tlmt it
cd him olT the lowland and up the, side
of he volcano, which generated steam
and caused an explosion which blew- the
whole concern to atoms, which shot him
four hundred miles out to sea, where be
| that lie didn’t drive plug in lit, the
i v ' , a» a
| I crater ‘ter of tight, tho volcano nlW so as slice to make it
wa then open the
watermelon mid como home sailing on
half shell,
“He would lie. He said that once he
'"’ il s cast away on an iceberg, with no
baggage hut a pair of skates and a Ilsh¬
ingpole. But ho skated around until-lie
came across a dead whale, frozen into
the ice. So he took off his shirt—it was
night for six months that year, up there
—tore it into strips for a wick, run the
strips through the bamboo fishing rod,
stuck the rod into the fat of tin: whale,
and lit the other end. lie said it bnrn
ed splendidly, and the iceberg reflected
the light so strongly that it w'as bright
as day forty miles around, and one vessel
ran into the iceberg, thinking it was a
light house. He says lie sold tlie iceberg
to tlie captain for 81o,000, and tho cap¬
tain split it up and took it home and
made 200 per cent, profit, disposing of it
to tho ice
Lip ? well, sir, lie beat any man T evei
came across. Told me that once out in
Nevada a mountain lion attacked him
witli his mouth wide open, lie had
presence of mind enough to grab it by
the tongue and pull. Tho lion roared
witli pain, but lie did Ids level Ins
pulling, and pretty soon tlie tongue be¬
gan to give and the tail to shorten, and
directly out they came, the tongue in
one continuous string. Unsaid he liad
’em at home, and he showed ’em to me,
but my belief is they were only three or
four cowhides and a bull’s tail dovetail¬
ed together.
lie was astonishing as a truth-rusher ;
said he served on a gunboat during the
war which was very small and light,
while the mortar on tlie deck was very
large and heavy; and he said the first
time they tried to fire a fifteen-inch shell,
tlie shell remained stationary, while the
recoil was so great that it fired the gun¬
boat for miles up the stream and landed
it in a tree, lie vras a liar, but now lie’s
dead, I reckon lie’ll catch it.
There was no doubt about it. Mr.
O’Leary was very successful as a con¬
structor of energetic works of fiction.
■
The Lewiston Journal ha* some lines about
a man and a tramp:
“Now unto yonder wood-pile go,
Where toil till I return,
And fee) how proud a thing it Is
A livelihood to earn."
A saddeneiled look came ov’er thc
tramp;
He seemed like one bereft;
He stowed away the victuals cold ;
lie—saw the wood and lett!
A few weeks ago tho quartennaster
general of the Turkish army issued
rations of soap to all of the regiments
1,1 tl)(! amiy of tll,: ^ tbf "'- The aslon
^ warriors took it, looked at it,
Aered what it was for, and finally made
S0U P of Lur . m jUm aw wy e.
*
Dr. Durham’s Liver Fills and Blood
Purifier for sale by TITUS RICHARDS,
Crawfordville, dealers medicines Ga., and all druggists and
in
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Trial by Jury; or, “How It’s Done.”
The jury retire to consider their ver¬
dict.
Foreman M ell, gentlemen, what
shall it be ? For the defendant or the
plaintiff ? I say for the plaintiff—
damages 81,000.
Number two—nonsense! You mean
the defendant. He was in the right,
and nothing shall make me give in if >1
stay here all night.
Number three—Don't say that ( be
cause I have a dinner party at 0 o’clock.
Number four—And I pruffilaofc-siy
Wife to be back at 7.
Number five—l say ditto, too, Mr.
Foreman. Only make it ten,-cents
damages. Nothing shall move me from
that!
Number six—^Which was the plain
tiff V
Number seven—Why, the one who re
fused to pay the bill, don’t you know V
Number eight— Bless me, I thought
he w as the defendant.
Number nine—Coins, gentlemen, it’s
getting late. Make up your minds. I
don’t care which you give It for; I
thought both sides in the wrong.
Number ten—Did you? I thought
both sides in the right.
Number eleven—It’s no use talking.
I tell you l mean to stick to the defend
wit,
Number twelve—And I to the plain
tiff. Damages 81,000. Not a penny
less; mind you, not a penny less!
Foreman—1 see, gentleman, we must
decide it in the usual way. I will toss
the penny, if you will bo good enough to
cry beads or tails,
The jury returns after a few minute’s
absence. Verdict for the plaintiff
damages, S5.— Watertown Dupulc/i.
How to do Things.
If your flat irons are rough, rub them
with fine salt, and it will make thorn
smooth.
T ” |, ™ Y ' nl ‘“""'“O «" ■«»«» '.
simply to keep a basin oi cup of water
b ‘the oven. The steam generally not
i-rev.,*.** Wrohinrf but makes f).«
<ooK ( ‘ r ’
To clean a brown, porcelain kettle,
boil I M,tatow > in ft - The porcelain
will bo rendered nearly as white as when
new.
Dip the hands In vinegar after having
had them in suds. This neutralizes the
alkali and leaves tho hands soft and
White.
Cracks in stoves may be effectually
stopped by a paste made of sifted wood
ashes, common Halt and clay mixed with
water, and applied when tlie stovo is
cold.
There is no better way of preserving
apples over winter than to put them in
tight barrels and store them in a dry,
cool room or cellar, where the toinjier
ature can be so regulated that it will
not go much above the freezing point,
and never below it.
A screw may be finuly inserted in a
plastered wall or partition by making a
hole about twice tlie size <>f the screw
and filling it with plaster of pai'is. Bed
the screw in the soft plaster, which
when it sets, will hold the screw litre
iron.
To cleanse a hair brush, take a foasirt
of cold suds, add a spoonful of spirits of
ammonia, put in the brush, and draw a
coarse comb through the bristles as
many times as necessary. A cloth,
too, may be used to help the cleaning.
Finally, rinse in clean water.
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A passenger train on an Irish railway,
a few days since, ran over an intoxica¬
ted follow on the track, lie was so
insensible to the magnitude of liis mis¬
fortune as to remark to the guard, as
he looked at Ids own lacerated limbs,
“Amih, now, this is too bad—1 didn’t
mane to stop the train.
“IIow dare you say that I never open
my mouth without putting my foot in
it ?” demanded Brown of Jones, “I
hope you will forgive me," replied the
latter, “for when I said that, I liad
never seen the size of your foot."
The shades of evening were stealing into
the room, and Alice put away her needle
work, and clasping her hands, she silently
prayed for the success of Geraldine’s mis¬
sion.
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TTailroad men may not always ho good
dancers, but they are very skillful or. tho
brake-down.
The Chinese question—Any washee,
washer?
The real evening for a fireside.—A
night with Burns.
Wonderful adhesion. A man sticking
to his business.
However little we have to do, let «3
do that Iittie well.