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the democrat. Uw Weakly Paper on Live Issues Published Every Friday Morning, at Crawfordville, Oa. SULUV A&. RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION: Copy, Copy, (one year,) . . . 8 2 00 Copy, (six months,) . . . 1 00 (three months,) . . . 50 Or Advertising rates liberal. BOOK JOB PRINTING a specialty. Prices suit the times. A Little Ahead. As they wanned their backs in the cor of the post-office yesterday, one of began. “Yum—yum—but didn't our folks have boss Thanksgiving dinner, though !” “What j'e have?” asked the other, “What didn’t we have, you mean P* ex¬ the first, "Let's see : In the first we had two kinds of bread—light and Then wc had butter on two plates. we bad horse radish gatfe d coarse grated fine. Then we taters boiled in the most beautiful manner, and "Did you have pumpkin pie with frizzed edges ?“ Interrupted the second. "No." "Then you might as well stop right here. kill toot around about your two kinds [ radish and your tluee kinds of but when it comes down to feelin' ; thankful pumkitt pie is the Vittles to : it on. G^Pn blow to some poor orphan 1” Amos’ Book Keeper. We asked Amos how his boy was get¬ along at school. "Hag take dat boy, I done tuck him from dat school I” “Why, what for V “Uh, oh! he wm gittin’ mos’ too down dar wid dat book lamin’. ’Twont do for niggers to be “Whynot, Amos?” “WdUsah, jess take dat boy, frin I put dat boy ter keep books for ’bout de aellin’ of de garden truck summer. Well, sah, he jess rit charges dar in de book for all de dot I took out de garden, an’ fur all dat we eat in de house, credit hisself wid de little ’mounts I let him hab long at odd ’casions, den he go an’ add dem up, and struck balance be say 1” i ^ And how did you come out ? r Come out ? 'Fore de Good Marster, | I didn’t come out at all * Dat boy done me for ’bout thutty-fibe dollars, ’sides his wages as book keepali. Now, ; dat’s what de fingers sed.” “Well, what did you do ?” “I jess burn up dat book right dar, an den ’sarclied the book keepali, an’ hire him ober again Ur saw wood fer liis -v* tf V. \ " ' “You did I” “Yes sah, I did dat. Why boss ef dat bed kep’ dat book on me till now done own dat house and gardin and bin chargin’ me and his ole for bed an’ bread ! I tell you hyar book lamin’ is ruinin’ dis breed ob niggers—dat’s sho 1” A Tough Custom er. Gen. Charles Clarke, ex-Governor of died a few days ago at the of eighty-eight. He served in the ,, . volunteer . , war as a but was • home invalided, m a consumptive, j Southern faculty, confirmed, one lung havlhg perished completely, and tlie Lieutenant was advised to go home and , . lead , the quiet . . ... life of . planter, , , a all excitement, whereby he might prolong his life for eighteen | months, or perhaps even for two years. He went home, but did not die ; indeed after serving tn the Legislature and sev- . eral public offices, he was alive to head a Confederate brigade at Shiloh. As he took a parting glass with Col. W H. McArdie, a veteran Mississippi journal ist, ’ he c said u : “I think you will have a good chance of publishing that obituary which you promised me thirteen years ago. I have outlived all tlie doctors, but I am not so confident that I shall escape the Yankee balls and shells which I will be compel! ed to face to-day.” After the first day’s battle General Clarke was borne to the rear wrapped in a blanket saturated with blood. “You can publish that obituary now, he has met with a soldier’s death, ” was the remark of one of those who bore him, and the obituary was shortly OrtL,. afterwards in i th»\w 1 Orleans papers. ... r y after the battle of ^ Baton Rouge, however Gen. Clarke was seen agam Shot through at New the Ori^ns body at Shiloh He had and been left on the field, to be taken prisoner, to recover and to be exchanged, and at Baton Rouge a minie ball broke his thigh, near the socket. Dr. Stone was the suregeon who now brought around the man he had con demned to a speedy death in 1848, and though hi# leg was shortened several inches, Get. Clarke lived to be Govem or of Mississipi and to die fifteen years later, quietly in his bed, having buried several generations of doctors, lung' gone through two wars with one been twice left for dead on the field of baffle ’ and ana seen seen his his obitu obituary ary published publish ed. ” * ” _ To draiu lands—Drink whiskey and spend all of your time at a village saloon, This receipt will surelv drain you of your lands in a very short while. Now is the f trrie to np!r S*}. The Democrat Vol. 2 . POETRY. - TO KALOSi. A Dirge of the Times. BY ETHEL HATTON. Oh, Beauty fell asleep one day. Where Fortune’s streamlet rolled, ner hair fell in the tide, they say, v And hence to-day is—gold. And by oblivion's darksome tide, Love laid film down to dream ; Ambition tossed him down thp side Of that dark rolling stream. So Happiness, who seeks for Love, Has found her search in vain, And watches from her home above, Life's rugged, storm-tossed main. Poor Fancy broke her pretty wing Against the rocks of Reason, And Reason—old, deceitful thing— Went in black a season. And Genius—ah! 'tis sad, but so- - Old Critic stoned to death. Friendship,bke Mother«.pose,yuu know. Died for the want of breath. Fashion is tripping still our street, With a box of Hard Times pills ; And further on old Cash you'll meet, HU pocket fall of bills. But _ , pshaw v , ! 111 throw my pen away, Though only reached the middle ; My Muse has left her harp to-day. And taken up a fiddle. At the Garden Gate. came to the garden gate, While a soft hand trimmed the flowers, a black bird piped to his listening mate In a language as rich as ours. bluaibed at the garden gate— A blush it was fair to see ; the sly sun peered as he fain would wait, And the black-bird paused on the tree. spake at the garden gate, As the shadows began to fall, the rose looked nji though *hc hour was late, And the peach blushed pink on the wall, A sweet head fell nt tlie garden gate, But down in gloom and sorrow true ; And a chirrup of lips was heard to state. What word-* refused to do. .........5 — ; =■ ■ . - Ml?H''ELLANfcUUS. 1 IVEIATTC THE LOTTERY OF LIFE. The "Revue des Deaux Jfondes” contains incidents of the war of Mexican In from which wo select the nrf thrilling scene. A captain in the army is giving an account of a the Cordillero, and oeeuptea oy a a terfe urge —*•«> Having arrived at the hacienda unper we came to a halt under some large at some distance from the building, j t place®. i r £££ti^Thu^ * • , , chasm formed the the waits continuation of the hacienda of anothcr a >-j one chiseled by nature , n rocks, to the bottom of which the eye ' penetratC( for the mists whi h boiled up from below did, not i lo w it to measure their awful depths. 1 had explored all sides of the building except this when I know not what scruple md.tary honor excited me to continue ride along the ravine which protected the rear of the hacienda. Between the walls and tbe Precipice there was a narrow path ? farn ay l t0 ° k “ *« 1 ten “ ve ™ ip 7 ’ thR , ^ n crept around their entire basement t and to fc.llow it to the end in the darkness, only two paces from the edge of the perpendicu lar chasm, was no easy task for as practiced horseman as myself. Nevertheless, 1 did not hesitote ' but Doltlly urged my horse between thc wa " of the far,n house and thf! abyss. I had got over half the distance without an accident when my horse neighed. This neigh made me shudder. I had reached a pass where the ground was but just wide enough for the four legs of my horse, and it was impossible to retrace my steps. “Hallo!" I exclaimed, at the risk of be traying myself-which was even less dan gcrous than encountering a horseman on 8Uch a road . “There is a Christian passing along the ravine! Keep off!" it was too late. At that moment a man on horseback passed round one of the but tresses, which here and there obstructed this accur,( ' d Pathway. He advanced to ward me. I treiv * in my saddle; mv my forehead was batlied in a cold sweat. “For the love of God ! can you not re turn ? I exclaimed, terrified at the fear ful situation in which we were both placed, “Impossible," replied the horseman, in a hollow voice, I recommended my soul to God. To turn our horses round for want of room, to back them along the path which we had travers ed , or to dismount from them, were three im PossibiIitics which placed us both in the P res « nce a Jarful doom. Between bor ^f n ‘ hus P lace <l. both upon this ful path, *ad they been father and sou, one of them must have inevitably the prey of thy abyss. But a few had passed and we were already face face—the unknown and myself. Both of halted in dead alienee. Abwe was smooth aixl lofty wall of the hacienda ; Crawfordville, Georgia,-March 1, 1878. the wall, opened the horrible gulf. Was it an enemy I had before my eyes ? The love of my country, which boiled at that period in my bosom, led me to hope it was “Arc you for Mexico and the insur gents I exclaimed, ready to spring upon the unknown if he answered m the ne /?ir IVC ' Mtxvom HimrgenU r that . is . my pass word,” replied the cavalier. “I am Col. Guarduno." “And I am the Captain Castanos.” Our aequaintahee was of long standing, and but for our mutual agitation, we should have had no need to exchange names. The Colonel had left us two days since at the head of a detachment, which we supposed to lie either prisoners . or cut off, for lie liad » ot becn seen tf > return to camp. “Well. Colonel," I exclaimed, “I am sorry you are not a Spainiard—for you perceive that one of us must yield the pathway to the other. “ Our horses had the bridle on their necks and I put my hand in the holsters of my saddle to draw out my pistols. “I see it so Plain.'' replied the coloneh with alarming coolness, “that I should have already blown out the brains of your horse but for fear that mine, in a moment <.f terror, should precipitate me with your self, to the bottom of the abyss. 1 remarked, in fact, that the colonel had already, his pistols in his hands. We both maintained the most profound silence. Our horses felt the clanger like ourselves, and remained as immovable as tt their feet were nailed to the ground. My excitement had entirely subsided. “What are we going todo?" I demanded the colonel. “Draw lots which of the two shall leap intoth* ravine. ’ u w.,m truth, the ,o| e>eans of saving There are nevertheless some precautions to take,” said the colonel. He who shall be eondemned by lot shall retire backward, It will be but a feeble chance of escape for I admit; but it is a chance, and es pecially one in favor of the winner.” “ Y .° n CV ‘ n “ k ° U,e then !’’ X out ’ terrified 1 . at the coolness . with which . lie put the proposition to me. »ii • Mhceohmci ’ '"for 1 have ^mortal o!it lag*, age to to avenge aveugi. But But the the time time is is slipping supping ?*? at the ■, last * ,M° lottery Ur at ? which hf°, P one of us will m ever assist.' llow were vve to proceed to this drawing l |V lots? By moans of the wet finger. .JJAe hsa infaato or Uoiu hv head and, tall, like ..-a our hands "brads of our give\ frightened start. horse Should ^ w. them to !»tal p a jmpoe of r; n n,_ Uie night was to to sec which side i^rHupMard The. thought him of an expedient of Inev „ would have dreamed. <.jj stC n to me, captain,''said the colonel, - ,om ..j 1 haye h " d ano thcr way. ** 'I lie ^ terror 1;. “Wins!” I hastily exclaimed. ‘Not . so—shall , . „ he . the loser, T i know As nmy be able to make yours ‘ ) l0 uimk , r uim {tom doing so is a ’ Wc waded... .... deep , and , anx.ou. . ,. silence the voice of one of our horses should forth. Th ssilcncelasted for a m.n- 5" an ag *' 11 ZL . no exter of his ioy, but no doubt Uo<1 to the vcry bot tom of his °y ou wi n a ii„ W me a minute to make my h Hea n? .. j said to the colonel, with a failing voice. “Will five minutes be sufficient ?” “It will.” I replied. The colonel drew oat hi* watch. I ad ‘ ” 'whichT'^^^1 w^^Mkhlg upon e , 8gt tjme an intcnse and a burning l ’ rayer ' “The time is up,” said the colone . I answered nothing and with an infirm hand gathered up the bridle of my horse and drew it within my fingers which were agitated by a nervous tremor. “One moment more,” I said to the colo nel, “for I have need of all my coolness to carry into execution the fearful man,, mver which 1 am about to commerce. "Grated,” replied the colonel. Mv y education as I have told you, had . th co ,; ntry . M y childhood, and part of my earliest youth, had been almost passed OB hor seback. I may say, without my9e i f] that if the re wa.< any per mn jn fh() world capa t de 0 f executing this „ UMtnan feat) it was myself. I rallied myself with an almost ,---^----------—• supernatural -»—, effort, and succeeded ln recovering my self-pos¬ session in the very face of death. Take it at wors t, I icu*ger had already braved it too often often to to be be any any longer alarmed alarmed at at it. it. From From that insta „t i dared to hope afresh. As soon as my horse felt, for the first time since my encounter with the colonel, the bit pressing his mouth, I perceived that he tiembied beneath me. I strengthened myself firmly on my stirrups, to make terrified animal understand that his no longer trembled, I held him up with bridle and the hams, as every good man does in a dangerous passage, and the bridle, the body and tha spur succeeded in backing him a few paces. was already at a greater distance from colonel, who encouraged me all he with hi. voice. This done, 1 let the trembliitg brute who obeyed me in spite Li- t«-rroi . repo*, him^r-lt for - few me ments, iM the rewommenevd tlie-wno give manoeuvre, tirtir ,siirl. eniy LieBlgs M legs way me. A ‘■"nritiilh iiltjniili i ran through ny whole frame. I closed my eyes as if *out to fall to the bottom of the abyss, a. > l *are my body a violent impulse side next to the hacienda, the surface (< which offered not a single projection, trt a single tuft of weeds to cheek my dciHmt. This sudden movement joined te the^esperate struggle of the horse saved myr.,. He had sprung up again on hi* leg* *’..iej. «eeme«l ready to fail from under bin, s* desperately did t feel them tremble. inches I sueceWe^Jn Void. jeaching a spot some few A few steps would have enabled nHo turn him round, but to at tempt It vould have been fatal, and I darediiM vnture. I sought to resume my hack war i progress, step by step. , Twice tht/Wr,' threw himself on his bind j legs, and fe , down upon the same spot. It Was in valn.o urge him anew; the animal obstinately efused to take a single step in' the rear, f Ncyarthe^s, I did not feel my courage! exhausted tor I had no desire to die. One I last and s Mery chance of safety suddenly appeared to i„ t . like a flnsli of lightnin gaud! I resolved' to employ it. Through the j fastening < tny lioot, and in reach of uiy hand, was|, assf , d a s j, arp which I dr u from its sheath. With my left hand Ch^n caressing the mane of my totse Tuf *?’ the while lAttinv »in« P A „r voice. poor animal replied to mv caress by Vlaintive neighinc then not to alarm blittle hi, abrupted mv hand followed by little Id the curve of his neck and final I v res „ pon t j le gpot where the last of the vcLbrate Jt'„e unites itself with the eraninm. horse trembled, but I calm ed him wl«, my voice. When I felt his I very life.,,t. so to speak, palpitate in his | brain V |.ith mv lingers I leaned over towards he wall mv ’feet eentlv slid from the tirrens and with one vleorous blow I bur^ the point of my knife h, the seat of th vital principal. The animal fell as if 'hunderstniek, without a single mot ‘°n—*» for myself, with my knees, about as dgh ns my chin, I found myself on hwseti,- ‘"‘’"f” acrosa a corpse. I was saved ! * ri,lm l’ llnnt rr y. which was j saddle saddle, V’^ myself down between * liuitt the ' ,fl wall th '' ; myU my horse, and pushed with agains’ the carcass of the aiiinmie an^Jud vV), rolled down into the abyss, then cleared at a few bounds tbs :-’#■■/£ •*P**Uh« g:b separated the place where I «e-itleu,ttS * m,,- f 7, and under the ^“ ‘^tion * m of the terror . which,,; , , , , 8, f U J| repressed, I sank in %,• ' "Inind. Whgf^ , eyes, ' - ^Ukas bj^. . — __ Tt Hnimnnod ppe in ln -r„„. 10Xd,S ' It happened right here in San An One of the parties was a con ' ,n f ,tive fro,fl Co.iuectfbut and the a commercial traveler lrom Now mei was out of money, but had a Cn M PWt ° 1 ' Ue 881,110 h " nSelf: “I wonder if that hungry-looking next door don’t want to buy a pistol?” So putting the weapon j,,t„ his breast pocket lie walked into liis room. The invalid from Connecticut had been reading about a noted Texan for whom there was a large reward offered, and lie fancied the description fitted bis unknown neighbor. Con scquently, when the New Jersey drum mer entered the rooms, sliut tlie door and put his hand in his breast pocket, the Northern invalid began to shiver and think of his past life. “What—do—you—want ?” asked the invalid. The drummer drew a large ivory handled revolver (answering the descrip tion of tho one the celebrated des peradoes used on strangers) and said : “I want #25 for this pistol.” The trembling hand of the invalid could hardly find its way into his pocket, “jt is a good pistol—it never misses fi re,” said the drummer, bringing it t o haff-cook. , • ' ,a ' y,r y<l money. K a *P e .*> inv.i " . i he (hummer took the money, laid the pistol on the table an.l went out. As soon as the door was shut the in valid from Connecticut breathed a huge sigh of relief and said to himself : g)a(l the Texas desperado took my money f. . What a country this is, ? when j "... ,, , ■ b , d „ t , . , f lcave lo morrovv u “' North.' As soon as the drummer got into his room he remarked : “I’m in luck. I’m glad that old Texas ruffian took my pistol. I wonder who he is going to try it on. I’m going to get out of here in the morning, now that I’ve got money to pay my hotel bill. j And next morning both went off on the same train. In about two weeks we will scan the Northern papers for a story a b< jut bow a noted Texas desperado rob : ^ an iuvalid in a Han Ajitomo hotel. San , Antonio JeraU . ------- » m- - V , , j 1aJ j,. ^ j.- ’ )l 'W ,,]., lld 1,0, ' *' Wind**, U»Ue ? Because il has ^ hrUff time V>eeii tho abode of ixmny Kngb "toreign: No. POETRY owe no man a Dollar. Oh. do not envy, mv^wt. dear wife, The wealth of our next-door m ighhor, But bid me still to be stout of heart And cheerfully follow my labor. You must know, the last' of those Iittlh debts, That have been our lingering sorrow, U paid this night: Mo we'll both go forth And shake hands with the world to-mor row' Oh, tlie creditor is but a .shame-faced dog With the debtor's name on his collar, While I’m a king and you are a queen, For we owe no man a dollar Our neighbor you saw in the conch to-day, With his wife and histlounting daughter, White we sat down at %r coverless board, T " a trust and a cup*>f%ater, saw that a tear-drop stood in your eye, Though you tried your best to conceal it; 1 knew that the coutrast reached your heart, ^ And you could not help ottJB b4B Ktv it ; Rut knowing now ; that faro Has freed my neck fronfthe collar. ’ r °u'll Din my laugh and help me shout That I owe no man a dollar. T, '* S n “ 1 * hbor whose show ,ms In In ZTi fact, is T"’ ft wretched . , , debtor; , ,, 1 R‘ty him of t, from my very heart. A "' 1 1 wisl ' t,mt Ws lo< ,)ett ” r '• Why the m » n ls t»o veriest slave alive, F ° r hls das,,inR wlfe a, " ! daughter, " 1,1 1,ve 1,1 Rt y |p though ruin should come— U ^’ h< ", 'K°*- ,s Uk,! 11 a himb r eV01 to ^ the llay slaughter ! ' ,,, 0 “’ ^ *° UM hu * lve °" uld , ,lc " ay "uh us, That he owed no a min a dollar 1 v„„ ■ h“« . , , . „ ^ ^ '' Within two I mot him Sneaking away with a frightened air As if u fiend had beset him Yet he fled from a very worthy man, Whom I met with the greatest pleasure Whom I called by name, and forced to stop, Though he said lie. was not at leisure. He he.l, Uiy last note I so 1 held him fast t j Till he freed my neck from the collar ; Then I shook his hand as 1 proudly said “Row l owe no man a dollar 1“ Ah 1 now you smile, for you feel th« force Of Urn tr«Wftimnri.ht 1.??7 honert'heart ) lf ne- Ull |li ‘ ff<' nl| e breast , was beating , .. , ! - To-morrow 1*11 rise with a giant's strength To follow my dally labor ; But ere we sleep lets us humbly prav For our wretched next-dow neighbor; And we'll pray for the time when all shall he free. From the weight of a debtor's collar, When the poorest will lift his voice and enr i Now I owe no man a dollar.” miscellaneous. --------------------- -------------- A Ghastly Resurrection Story. 11 having been determined, by several of th '’medical fraternity, to dissect the body of the negro John Smith, the Chester murderer, a white man and a " e 8 r ° weie, employed as the resurrection ^ s ' Alter taking up the body, it was at onec •tripped, the negro receiving the c *°H , i' | g to pay for his services. I hey U “ ,n l’ laced W iu lto l 'in«°n’s old mill, ,l minous liuildiiig, situated about JOO J >l| ds fiom the railroad depot, in the 8111 ml '’ s of Chester. Die body was taken into Ul ' 4 « to ry. waa propped up in a sitting posture, thereto ,ivva ‘*' ld’-asurc of the doctors. About midnight, three well-known ne 8 ln hummers entered tin: mill with *-° P bi y ,l K a| iio of seven-up. n, ? ht was daik UM(1 win<1 v - The gay . Hio ascended to the second story, and soon k,l,tlIe ‘ 1 :t fll ' u of f:lt Hghtwood, and, KuHieriiig in front of the fire-place, he t *‘ m ^ ie £ Jlu,e * Sam dealt and “turned ” Hoinpey accused him of turn- 1,,g ll from t,lf; bottom. “You’so a lie,” 8am. “You’se anuder,” replied omp . .« yoll ong , jt to be wboro dat big uigger Is dat was hung to-dav ” Just then tho last speaker J* liannencd f J, “ t , 0 , ast , li8 t0 Ul( . ' ’ * rpse siumg “o' 1 . gl ^ ta Parting “ r '>>0(id-sliot sockets and dirocting K« z e apparently on him. ,,e8S ’^” exciaimed Pompey, “wha yonder?” His festive companions their eyes in the direction that trembling hand pointed, and taking the situation at a glance, they through the 0)>en window, at least ty feet from the ground below, and I ing on their heads, of course uninjured, and made off as fast as legs could carry them .—Charletion — ♦ Mr. It. C. Shoemaker writes that he cured many cases of hydrophobia in and cattle by the nse of elecampane. f 'rst dose for a man is one and a half ,; l < -'( ;am l’ ai| e root bruised, put in a pint "e'v milk and reduced to one half by mg, to be taken at one dose in the morning, 1 fasting until afternoon. The second should be two ounces of elecampane treated io a.similar manner, and third dose the same as the second, to be taken every othoi (Jay Thi;j relacdy> Mr . Shoemaker sa y3, has been used in and about Philadelphia for e* *■» f'jr t v \ < ;>r - ith Z rf f*UC DEMOCRAT. AI>Vr.KTI«I*C RITES: S.jiiai.-, Square, firsl insvition & 1 each subsequent nisei tion 75 isquaie. thiet- months 10 00 Square, twelve niontlis „ 15 00 Column. twelve months 20 00 Column twelve months ju 00 Column twelve motitbs . 100 oo tine Inch or Less considered as a We have no fractions of a square, fractions of squares will be counted as I-jivera! deductions made on Con¬ Advertising. Josh Billings on Flies. A hate a fli. A fli has got no man. ners. He ain’t no gentleman. He’s an I iutrooder, don’t seud in kard, no nor ax an interduckshun, nor knock at the I front door, and nuver, nuver thin* ov taking off his liat. Fust you kno bo is in bed With you and up youi nnze— tlio what he wants there is a inistry, and he invites hissclf i to breakfast, and sets down in butter ’thout hrusliin his pants. He hel|>« lilsself to sugar and meat, and merlasses, and bread and presurves, Mitd viuegy— annulling, and don’t wait for no invitaahun. He’s got a good ap¬ petite, and jist as sun eat one thing ;u another. He’ll kiss your wife 40 times a day, ««><• f,uz you, and ridiktile you if you say a word, and he’d rather you’d slap at him than not; he’s a dodger of the dodginis dine. Every time you slap you don’t slap him, but slap tL yourself, La___ and he nivvea " and idnta th. u. * " . .... 1 . K«favates to dis ’ a you tracksliun. „ He glories in lightin every pop on the exact spot wliar you druv him from, ’Taint no use to challenge him for takln liberties; ho keeps ^ up a hostile . Whether , .. J' P° ' ,c « ** 1 you you lke lt wr and 8,loots hisself at you like a bullit and he nuver misses, nuver, He was born full grown ; he don’t get old—other things gits old but he nuver gits old—and he is imperdent and mia chivous to the day of his deth. I has tliort much about fllae, and I notist how often they 3 atop 7 in their dev iltry to comb their heads and scratoh their noze with thar fourlegs and gouge thpir ar,n, ' ltS U,,der t,,ar wi, “ fS and tho tops of thar wiega with thar legs. And my kandid opinyin ai that fllze is loWsy. Attho a fli don’t send in hts kard he a Gays leaves one, and I don’t like it. ’Tisiit pretty, if its round ; hu kau’t make a cross mark 1 only a dot, and he Is dotting wlme thar ain’t no l’a. Than’* no end to his nertoda iiich (but h* 1K<11 comes T™b to a f»» atopA handwriting * Udimigreeabil. He’s an artist, hut his fresco on his P' 11 ,,a ,K,rin I don’t admirt Titer’s too much , sameness In his patterns; bis specs •»•«» «"> are «»• tlm onlv »P«» aneca that d,.,.'t dwl ‘ help the eyes \ ou kant aa® throo uni, and jou don t want to. He droop* in cold weather, and yon nan smash him on a window pain, and you’ve jest, put your finger in it. He comes agin next year, and a beep more with liim ’Taint no use He’s a mean, malignant owdashua, m-emeddated uiiss "iii’ii"r. His morals was neglected, and he lax a 8 0 "' 1 ,leal ot humanity mitely. < >nc fii to a family might dofor amaze¬ ment, nut the good of *o many flize I (logon ef I aee, can you ? 1 hate a fli. Darn a fli. How to get Along J);iy as yo „ g0# fjever fool in business matters, i, 0 not kick every one in your path, Learn to think and act for yourself, No man can get rich by sitting around, Keep ahead rather than behind the times, Don’t stop to toll stories in business hours, IIave OT( , (!ri J , y3terti) regularity and promptness, jjse your own brains rather than tliose ofothcr8 _ 1)n not m( .ddlo with business yon know nf ,thing of. A man of honor respects his word as hej dwH his bond* ff j, aVe a 0 f business bo f ound there when wanted, give . “"“l „ what , 0tl,m ,, you wh cannot . ‘‘ M yo " afford , because , but , " CV " t ' R faHlli ‘ ,llab, c Lean, to say “No,” No necessity of , i sna PP»'K 11 Hog-fashion but learn to iay g b.nily and rcs)H-,;tfully. On a railway line, recently a passen¬ ger stopped the conductor and asked : “Why don’t thc train run faster ?” “It goes fasl enough to suit us. If you don’t like the rate of speed, get off and walk, ” was the rejoinder. “I would,” replied the passenger settling back into Ms seat, “but my friends would not come for me until the train comes in, and I don’t want to tie wait¬ ing around the station two or three I hours.” ) 1 The Grand Jury of Houston county recommended the indictment of various parties, Road Commissioners, for failure to perform their duties as the law (lirMt8; aDd their action meets tlie appr0Va2 of the citizens who have to rrrlf | K t,, m-trkef * ■ the up!” “De “I’omiicy, corn’s com 1 up! why I only planted it yesterday.” 4<I but de hogs gi>w into it \**' . , night hid! gu/ it I;ft you h*i lu tcouuttd on