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Hi CthMi Democrat
OTUWFORDVILLE - - Q10MIA.
GENERAL NEWS.
They are making flour out of peanuts
in Virginia.
The drouth is killing great numbers of
cattle in some parts of Texas.
Large beds of phosphate have been
discovered in Dnlpin and Fender coun¬
ties, North Carolina.
Tliere are now 48,049 post-offices in
the United Htates. The number of post
offices has increased forty' per cent, since
187(5.
There are eighty-four cigar factories
in Key West and all hands constantly
employed.
The jiorcolaiii works in Augusta eoun
ty, Va., have commenced operations, and
goods equal to any ever made are turned
out in large quantities.
The drouth has about spoiled tho cot¬
ton crop of Boutli Carolina. The up¬
land crop is estimated at three-fourths,
and tlie Bea Island at still less.
A Northern company is negotiating for
ton purchase of tho Mugruder mine in
Georgia, which is very rich in copper,
lead and silver.
A little girl in North Carolina was
stung by a hornet just under the eye,
and died within twenty-hours.
There are many part* of South Florida
where the crops of guavas arc greater
than the people can use. Being a jarish
ahlc fruit, it can not he shipped.
One firm in Gates county, N. C., owns
thirty miles of narrow-gauge railway,
connoting five of its saw-mills. It is the
largest lumber business in the State.
Kiare the death of Tom Thumb, Gen.
Abe Sawyer, of Key West, Florida,
claims to be the smallest, dwarf in the
world, being thirty-two inches high,
Nineteen years of age and weighing only
thirty-seven pounds.
A report from Oastleburg, Ala, says;
“The timber and the turpentine busi¬
ness have both been dull the greater
part of this season. The Baw-raillsTiave
a complete vacation. Turpentine is fifty
per cent, lower than last year.”
The Georgia match factory buildings
at Gainesville are about finished and C.
Von Fleck, the principal owner, is in the
Eastern cities and Canada shipping the
machinery.
North Carolina has two of the largest
vineysadB east of the Rocky mountains.
The grapes raised are coming into great
demand even outside of tho ditAUx.
Washington C. Kerr, State Geologist
of North Carolina, says the whole State is
B itably adapted to the culture of grapes
and the manufacture of wine. The proof
of this is, fiist, that a considerable num¬
ber of the peat American grapes originat¬
ed within its territory, snch as tbe Ca¬
tawba, Lincoln, Isabella, Scuppemong,
etc.; second, the testimony of the beat
observers and growers of the Ohio Val¬
ley, and of the whole country, and third
and chiefly, the success of the few intelli¬
gent experiments that have been made.
And this opinion is confirmed by the
considerations of climate, which are de¬
monstrably known to control this indns
try. In tho remarks on climate it wa
shown that tho larger portion of thi
HUte corresponds, in this imix>rtant
spect, to Middle and Northern Italy, and
to "Middle and Southern Franco.
A General and His Men.
General Clcr, promoted for his valor
iu the affair of the Hapun redoubt, but
still commanding his zouaves, distin¬
guished himself in tho battle of Traktir.
Iu their crushing charge he advanced
too far, and would have been killed or
taken prisoner if there had been any
rally by tho Russians. His men made
a desperate plunge him into back the triumph. enemy’s
ranks mid brought then in ordered
One of their buglers was the
by General Cler to sound retreat.
At the moment when he put his bugle
to his mouth a round shot broke his
right arm. With his left hand ho quick¬
ly picked np his instrument, which had
fallen, and sounded the retreat.
“Well dose, my brave boy I" said
General Cler.
“Ah, General,” replied the bugler,
“is it not lucky that it was not the vio¬
lin which I had to play?” Sapun
At the attack of the redoubt,
when he could not keep hack bis zouaves,
lie had called out to them:
“My children, if you will not lx*good,
1 -Imil never again lead you into action. ”
Hq praised them after the battle of
Traktir for charging to bring him out of
the crowd of enemies.
“My General,’’ answered one of them,
“if yron will not be good we shall never
again follow you into action."
He laughed heartily at this retort to
Ids threat on a previous occasion. Those
terms existing between French com¬
manding officers and their men seemed
strange to British ofifioers, but their re¬
spective duties were not the worse ful¬
filled on that account .—Temple Bar.
Uarb-Wlre lor Fences.
For many years the manufactuie of
barb-wire for fences has beeu controlled
by one firm. Favored by its wealth and
enterprise, it gained possession of more
than one hundred different patents cover¬
ing the making of this article and has
reaped a handsome profit of in using royalties these by
selling the privilege idea the
patents. Home of importance
of this manufacture may be gained from
the fact that upward of twelve hundred
miles of wire arc made daily. where timber Iu some is
of the Western States,
scarce, wire is almost wholly used, and
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WHEN THE SEA GIVES UP
HER DEAD.
They tell u* with a quiet voice
Of perfect faith and hope- and trunt,
That on the day when Christ shall come
To bid His chosen ones rejoice,
To breathe new life in death’s dark duet,
To give new speech where death struck dumb,
From out the sad sea’s restless bed
Hhall rise once more tbe hidden dead.
They tell us this with upraised eye*;
That gaze beyond the present’s woe,
And whisper of a heaven and God,
Draw pictures of star laden skies,
Where angels wander to and fro.
When those now ’neath the churchyard sod
Will rise from out their dreary bed,
Tbe day the sea gives up her dead.
Yet will they rise once more tbe past,
Or give me back the faith that died,
Or breathe now breath in love’s dead breast ?
What for tbe love that did not last’?
What for the days, when side by side
Wo wandered on, nor thought of rest,,
Will these arise and leave their bed
The day the sea gives np her dead?
Oh, nevermore! dead joy is dead, M l
The sunshine gathers dead ne’er the smiles shore, againSj ^
’Tie evening on saj|.
Our kiss was kissed, our words were
Naught lusts for e’er save sin and pjj y -—
Love dead is dead for evermore.
Hilcnt he lies in bis cold bed.
Though all life’s seas give up their dead 1
THE BATTLE OF AUflfKiKE.
BEING A GBAPH10 ACCOUNT OF {sTfIEBCE
DOMESTIC WAR.
The sunshine never kissed a lovelier
day nor blessed a fairer scene. All the
land, and the sky and the clouds were
clad in the beauty of June. The lanes
were fringed peeped with emerald from ; tii^sbillowy the jround
cyed daisies out
fields of grass, and daintier wila flowers
of the woods nestled like gems in the
velvet moss. Down in the meadows the
buttercups gleamed like the buttons of gold.
Over the low hills soft winds whis¬
pered to the leaves abont other sum¬
mers, and down through the shadowy
woods tbe little brook laughed and sung
and babbled like a child playing by it¬
self. Here and there a cottage
among the trees. The distant calls of
children came rippling wound across yellow the fields. and
The long road away,
quiet, until it turned out of sight beyond
the little church with its snowy walls
and slender spire.
How quiet andpe acoful all the world
lay before the window of my prison that
day in June I Far away the note of
a meadow lark came, and was heard no
more. Now and then the whistle of a
robin; at times the twittir of a blue¬
bird. It was such an aftegnoon as you
would wish to smiled endure in forever. the sunshine, White¬
winged peace with the zephyrs and the
and sang
brook, and the far-away calls and
scarcely heard laughter oflthe children
playing somewhere ~ usic
unseen;
is the crown of the lays* and
tranquility.
the bugle call.
no* Clear, mellow, bugle distsn^Jc vin
fr (»■
is calling for “the flag.” Once I heard
—so olose the tide of battle swept to my
prison—a saber spring from its seab¬
oard with an angry sweep. And all this
time I could only see the goiden and snn- the
shine—only the fluttering leaves
playing shadows lengthening into the
waning day; and floatin'’ in at my win¬
dow came* the mellow Svhistle of the
robin.
The cheers are fainter now, as the
shadows grow longer. The robin’s note
lias ceased. Mellow, clear, and beauti¬
fully imperious as ever, the bugle calls
again. A pall of silence falls upon the
clamor and din of the battle. I try the
door of my prison. It yields wifh to noise- my
touch. Down a stairway, a
Jess tread, 1 hasten. 1 step through a
curtained door. I stand on the field
where the waves of contention have
thundered and dashed/ The level rays
of the setting sun drift over the helpless
figures stretched about me like a bless¬
ing upon the dead.
At my feet the overturned cannon lies.
There are ils shattered wheels. Lying
across the brazen muzzle, “his back to
the field and his feet to the foe,” is
stretched an artillery sergeant; still
grMping the broken saber in his nerve¬
less hand. Here is a group of infantry
soldiers; they will never stand upon their
feei again. Here is a trooper; headless
he lies Mfiier the horse that, with two
legs torn away, has fallen upon him.
THE DEAD.
A little drummer-hoy—how came such
a child here whorfc the fierce maelstrom
of war circled and eddied in fire and car¬
nage and fury ?—lies by his drum, I
bend above him, and in face and form
there is nothing human left. Bed are
the stains about it, and the broken little
hand hangs stiff and rigid on the edge
of the shattered drum. It is terrible.
Here, ghastly and horrible, lies a head,
the blue cap with its scarlet and white
pompon still resting jauntily over the
brow; but nowhere can I see the sol¬
dier’s bedy. Here is a saber bent and
twisted in the fury of hand-to-hand com¬
bat. I walk among the headless trunks,
arms and legs without bodies, crippled
horses lie prone on their sides, or stand
wearily, and with dumb patience, upon
three legs. I tread carefully bodies over and
around the broken, shattered of
the fallen men. Here is the flag, tat¬
tered and unfurled, just, ns it dropped
from the bauds of the sergeant; here an
epaulet, glittering in crimson and gold:
here is the gilded beltol a General; here,
marred, bent and dented, lies the bugle
whose silver voice called into play this
wreck and carnage. And here, away
off on the edge of the field, away where
just the spray of this angry sea of strife
could have reached, my foot almost falls
on % child lying prostrate, half turned
on her face. The dainty feet peep out
of a cloud of silk and lace; the tangled
bail- of gold, a skein of sunshine, half
hides the brow and cheek. There is no
•igu of life in the beautiful face. Killed
by the terror and fear born of the battle ?
f bend to lift the little form, and the arm
upon which I thought the child was
tying from is gone; a horrible gash the reaches brain,
the temple to the base of
and the left eye is crushed in its socket.
The child—the dear, sweet little girl:
somebody’s hideous darling, fair sacrifice could— to the
Moloch of war, how
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A G«H>d WAT TO LITE.
Tbe Hatton p eace * Prayer that t<
3Iay Remain eo
tional _ “Our Peacy Duty in the the Cause subject of of Interna¬ ad¬
-jyag an
dress by G 3n Francis A. Walker at
Smith Colley .
Northampton, Mass. It
closed as folj 0W8:
“Let us, remain as we are, withont
weanm; s’of offence or defence. Let our
titlenfc the‘Unarmed Nation.’ For one,
while r %pecting the sentiment of those
high offioei.i of army and navy and those
members of Congressional committees
who feel themselvfcc responsible for tbe
defensive condition of ine country,
while entertaining no strong antipathy
to the building of a few fast cruisers, to
cany our flag upon the seas, I trust
never to see a floating castle, with a
twenty-four inch plate and one hundred
ton gnus, built for the service of the
United States. It is, I confess, a new
thought to me, and it may appear to
many of you, on the first hearing, unusual
and vain; yet as I have earnestly pon¬
dered this subject during the last few
months it has grown to my view increas¬
ingly clear that, first, the example of the
United States as an unarmed nation, and
secondly, the forces of its industrial
competition, with the vast advantages
which immunity from conscription and
armament will give to the people of this
country, as to the production and distri¬
bution of wealth, are to become power¬
ful agents in breaking up the war sys¬
tem of the world. Already this contem¬ the
plation of our happier lot is drawing of the
more prosperous and adventurous
inhabitants of Europe, a million a year,
to ourselves. Must not the time soon
come when increasing intelligence and
strengthening self-confidence on the part
of the people will lead them to demand
that freedom from conscription and war
taxes be-not conditioned upon expatria¬
tion ? Be sure the demand will be made.
Be sure when the demand is made in
earnest the statesmen of Europe will find
a way to abate and in time to abolish the
war system. Will it be long possible
for the nations of Europe, unless they
can rid themselves of this incubus, to
withstand that competition, as we grow
in numbers and productive communication power, and
as the facilities of and
transportation are multiplied and per¬
fected? I cannot think so. When we
have become a hundred millions, when
our agricultural production manufacturing has increased
twofold, when increased our fourfold, all pro¬
duction has of
which will come to pass in thirty years,
with the improvements in transit and
traffic reasonably to be anticipated with¬
in the same period, can the effect of our
competition be less than to release compel the
statesmen of Europe to their
people’s shackles and the burdens which
conscription and almost universal arma¬
ment impose upon them ? And if indeed
America shall then contribute to the
downfall of the war system, will it not
prove the greatest of the blessings which
the new Tvorld has conferred upon the
old?”
A Desperate Encounter.
On August 19, Kobert Caskey will
complete fifty years of c yustant . service
as a ssistant wa rden of the Wester* Pi n
RMgtfBBTeunsylvanik peri PI ’ ol
WIT AND WISDOM.
When a man can make right out of
wrong he will be able to breed colts from
horse chestnuts.
It is the Mobile Register which sen
ribly thinks that if tliere was no news¬
paper notice of duels, duelling would
come to an end.
The “assisted” emigrant is one that is
sent to this country as a panper, with
passage paid. The “assisted?' tfamp
is one that is urged out of your yard
with a boot.
Thebe we only two classes of nnrnar- old
rita Women in society, “scrawny
maids” and young “chits of girls." Yon
learn this by hearing each of these de¬
scribe the other.
A New Jersey young man, who tackled
Professor Sullivan in a friendly bout,
now w^flrs the belt. He wears it just
over tne left eye end feeds it on raw
1 >eef. — Exchange.
It takes a good deal of courage to
write out the announcement: ‘ Gone
down into the country to sponge off my
father-in-law. Be away all summer.
Chicago Inter Ocean.
The Keeper of the Lime-Kiln museum
reports that he has received from Mis¬
souri the skull of a farmer’s hired man
who had never yelled at a yoke of oxen
or wanted to kill a mule.
“What is true bravery?” asks a New
York paper. It is going to the door
yourself when yon don’t know whether
the caller is a dear friend, a book agent
or a man with a bill.— Philadelphia
News.
A “snowEKof stones” is reported from
Cecil county, Md. If a young man was
singing at midnight and accompanying
himself on an aecordeon, a shower of
stones was what might have been ex
peoted.
It seems that the Texas Siftings man
went to Texas to die of consumption
and lived to become a humorist. Yon
can form yonr own estimate of whether
the climate is to be praised or not. —
Boston Post.
A New England physician says that of
if every family would keep a box
mustard in the house one-half of the
doctors wonld’starve. We suggest that
every family keep two boxes in the house.
— The Judge.
“Abe angels ever sleepy ?”is a question
which an English psychological We hardly society know
is trying to solve.
whether our angel is ever sleepy or not.
We’ve never stayed late enough to find
out.— Lowell Citizen.
A celebbated circus manager is on
the hunt for a new curiosity for his show.
He is seeking to find a young married
man whose wife can cook as well as his
mother did. Twenty-six States have
been explored thus far without success.
Queen apples, green apples, tne grass grows so
green bojB in the orchard hardly ho
That the can
seen; boy is in bed—
Oh, mother, oh, mother, yonr he’ll surely be dead.
It the doctors don’t hnrry,
An {esthetic writer predicts that if we
were to revisit this country one hundred
years hence we should see men wearing
knee-breeches and slashed doublets.
jTiafc se ttles it. We shall not corn®
ber of bo ed mead