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JACKSON HERALD. ROBERT S. HOWARD,/ Editor and Publisher. \ VOLUME I. £egnf jlduertiscmcuts. — Notice to Contractors. WILL be let to the lowest bidder, before the Court House door in Jefferson, on Satur day, the 2d day of July, 1881, the contract for building a lattice bridge across Middle Oconee river at Tallasce Bridge site, under the following specifications : One span of lattice bridge spanning the river one hundred and twenty feet, and fifty feet of tres tling on each side of the river, each fifty feet of trestle work to he in spans of twenty-five feet each. Said trestle work to descend from the bridge to within two feet of the ground, resting upon a trestle placed three feet in the ground and tilled in with rock. This approach to be continued, with the same descent, by a stone wall on each side, the space filled in with rock and dirt. Each space of land-bridge to have five sleepers, equally divided on trestle; outside sleepers to be placed directly over outside posts in trestle. All outside sleepers to splice on caps, making a straight line for hand-rail. All sleepers to be six by twelve, twenty-five feet long. Hand-rail.— Hand-rail posts eight feet apart, notched out to fit over sleepers, and securely spiked to the same. Posts to he 4 by G, 3 feet high. Railing to be 4by G, notched down on top of posts and securely spiked. Bill of lumber for lattice to be as follows : Cords. —Cords, both bottom and top, to be 21 by 12, 28 feet long ; itevmediatc to be 2.} by 10, 28 feet long. Lattice.—Lattice to be by 10,13 feet long. All to be framed and well pinned together with two-inch white oak pins. Beams. —Floor beams to be 4 by 14 inches, 10 feet long, notched to lit over cords as shown upon plans; ends of beams to extend two feet beyond outside of cords. All beams to be placed seven feet apart from center to center. Lattice braces to lock across the top of each beam, so as to tic all snugly together. Each beam to be well braced by substantial lattcral bracing, as shown upon plans. All latteral bracing to be 3£ by G inches, securely fastened to lioor-beams by four forty penny spikes at each end. Every other beam to have a brace on outside of lattice, extending from end of beam to bottom edge of top cord, brace to be framed so as to fit under cord and against side of lattice braces, the same to he securely fastened to tloor-beam at the bottom, and at the top to both brace and cords. Braces to be made of 4by G scantling. Sleepers.—Floor sleepers to be 4 by G, 28 feet long. There must be five lines, equally divided, under floor, running entire length of lattice. Flooring.— Flooring to be2 by 12,13 feet long, securely fastened down by spiking to sleepers, and a strip at each end spiked to intermediate cords. Pins. —All pins for lattice to be made of best white oak, two inches in diameter, holding their sides the entire length. Piers. —This bridge to rest upon two wooden piers, the same to be framed as shown upon plans. Sizes of pier posts, 10 by 12, 14 feet long ; eight posts to each pier. Two caps 8 by 12, 15 feet long ; two mini sills, Bby 12, 19 feet long ; four braces, (i by 10, 10 feet long. Each pier to rest upon a crib, framed of timber, 10 by 12, 23 feet long. This crib to be notched together and se curely pinned at the ends. This crib to be framed to a sufljeicnt heighth to suit depth of water. Size of crib in the clear to be 7by 20. Crib to be filled with rock to surface of water. Lattice to be weatherboarded on both sides and capped. All timbers to be good heart. Bond, with two good securities, in a sum double the amount of the bid, conditioned for a faithful compliance with the con tract, required immediately after the letting. The work to be paid for when completed in accordance with the specifiications, and to be completed in sixty days from the time of letting. Full and complete specifications can he seen at this otticc. 11. W. BELL, Ord’y. Postponed Sheriff 's Sale. WILL be sold, before the Court House door in the town of Jefferson, Jackson county, (la., at public out-cry. to the highest bidder, on the first Tuesday in July next, within the legal hours of sale, the following described property, to-wit: One tract of land, containing twenty-five acres, more or less, lying in said county, on the waters of Turkey creek, about one mile below Jackson’s mill, and adjoining lands of McDonald, Davis and others, and known as the place where R. C. Wil hite lived. About fifteen acres in cultivation. There is a good mill house and dam on the place ; also, a good framed dwelling and out-buildings and good orchard. Levied on as the property of It. C. Wilhite to satisfy a fi. fa. issued from Jack son Superior Court in favor of C. W. Hood. Prop erty pointed out by plaintiff, and notice given to J. Foster Daniel, tenant in possession, as the law directs. T. A. McELIIANNON, Sh’ff J. C. “election notice. I tlOltOli, JaekMOii County. It is hcrcb} r ordered that an election be held at the various precincts in said county, in manner and form as elections arc held for members of the • General Assembly, on the first Monday in July, ISBI, in which the question shall be submitted to the lawful voters of said county of fence or no fence. Those voting at said election who arc in favor of fences, shall have written or printed on their ballots the word “ Fence,” and those who favor no fences shall have written or printed on their ballots the words “No Fence.” Managers of said election will keep, or cause to be kept, three lists of voters and tally sheets, which, to gether with the tickets and consolidated returns, must be forwarded to this office immediately after the election. 11. W. BELL, Ord’y. | EORWI/I, .liielton Comity. Whereas, C. W. Hood. Executor of Z. S. Hood, deceased, represents to this Court, by his petition duly filed, that he has fully and completely* ad ministered said deceased’s estate, and is entitled to a discharge from said administration— This is to cite all concerned, kindred and cred itors, to show cause, if any they can, on the first Monday in September, 1881, at the regular term of the Court of Ordinary of said county, why Let ters of Dismission should not be granted the ap plicant from said trust. (liven under my official signature, this May 30, 1881. H. W. BELL, Ord’y. /T .luck son 4'onlily. Whereas, Nancy Lyle and J. W. Lyle applies to me for Letters of Administration on the estate of James B. Lyle, late of said county, dcc’d— This is to cite all concerned, kindred and cred itors, to show cause, if any, at the regular term of the Court of Ordinary of said county, on the first Monday in July, 1881, why said letters should not be granted the applicants. Given under my official signature, this May 30, 1881. H. W. BELL, Ord’y. DAVID LANDEETH & SONS, Philadelphia, Pa. AGENTS WAITED for the Best and Fastest-Selling Pictorial Books and Bibles. Prices reduced 33 per cent. National Publishing Cos., Atlanta, Ga. apl 1 3m S'E.X.-RC'V The Old Edition. It is only a plain old Bible, But lay it away with care, For my mother used to read it. Each verse so sweet with a prayer. Your new one may he more perfect, Revised by learned of the age, But give me my hallowed treasure, With the self-same words on each page, That in childhood’s hours fell sweetly Upon m3' listening ear. Of God and His wondrous mere}' — Through many a weary year— It has stood the test of the scoffer, And where is the heart, to-day, That will turn to the new edition, And banish the old away? AVliy, the prayer that my mother taught inc, If a change in the words was made, ’Twould jar on the rhythm of memory, And its mighty power would fade. You may turn in your search for knowledge, And say that the new is best— For me, I can only wonder That man should have made this test. So give me my plain old Bible, That 1 read when I was a child, ’Tis the one that my mother treasured, And never was saint more mild. I cannot turn from its verses, To words that are cold, estranged ; No, give me my grand old Bible, With never a letter changed. Liquor Our Shame and Curse. BY DR. ,T. S. KEY, OF MACON, GEORGIA. [concluded.] “ We talk of one hundred thousand drunk ards dying annually, but have we any just conception of what that means ? Did you ever stand and watch the passing regiments, on some great day of parade, and did you not tire as }'ou stood seeing the apparently never i ending ranks of the military as they marched ? Yet it is not probable that twenty thousand j ever passed before you. Suppose these one hundred thousand poor drunkards should pass in procession before you on their way to the grave, what a strange, sad sight! “The}' would come from all classes of society, from the highest to the lowest. See those poor, degraded women among them— and for tho entire day you will see them pass. Then, remember, there are the same number preparing to fill their places for each succeed ing year. * “ Consider further, the half million or more of wives and children made miserable by the ruin of husbands and fathers, and you will obtain some idea of what this accursed business is doing to destroy body and soul, and to fill our land with uuutterable misery, saying nothing of the worse than waste of hundreds of millions of dollars.” Now then, standing, as we do this day, in the darkness of this overshadowing curse, I demand in the interest of humanity that if the State have the power to prohibit this waste and ruin, she exercise it. 2. I claim furthermore that the State is the natural guardian of its citizens, and as such cannot permit one class to prey on the rest for private gains. If this much protection be not granted, what is the State worth to us ? It is a delusion and a farce. This seutiment is universal, and under its prompting our recent Legislature appointed a commission of three gentlemen to take charge of the rail roads in the State with almost absolute powers of control. My countrymen, shall our anxiety for the public safety, and our zeal for equality and justice to all, exhaust itself in guarding a few great corporations, when in ever}'village and hamlet of the State, the deadliest foe of life and property is securely entrenched and defiantly at work ? Shall one hundred men in this city be allowed like hungry heartless wolves to fatten on the life blood and heart hopes of the community ? Never! never! If the State be our protector and guardian she must revoke these liquor licenses, and prohibit the sale and thus give equal protection to all. To the Legislature soon to meet we make our appeal. They must hear us. 3. I am profoundly impressed that we are forced to choose between prohibition and license ; and all history and observation attest that a licensed bar room is an unmixed evil. It casts around dram-selling the protection of law, and by so much gives it a quasi rcspect ablility, which to say the least for it takes off the odium and horror which would otherwise attach to the business. The traffic is a sin against God, and a crime against man. To legalize it does not change the fact, it is still a sin and crime. t By this act the State becomes responsible, n3y more, the State becomes partaker of the crime of selling, by protecting the criminal who sells. But there is a graver aspect to this question because a more personal one. What is the State government but the expression of public sentiment, and what is that but the aggregated individual sentiment. Note this question. Is this a Christian State, and are we a Christian people ? Then if no true Christian can sell liquor, no true Christian can license it. To do so, or even consent to it without protest makes every such citizen both a partaker of the crime, and a protector of the criminal. I make my appeal now to Christian men JEFFERSON. JACKSON COUNTY, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 24, ISSI. and upright good citizens upon whom the responsibility for licensed liquor selling rests. See what you have done. In every community you have selected a favored few, and set them apart to the business of bar-keeping. That they may neither be misunderstood or imposed upon, you clothe them with license. The State is careful for her favorites. But do not be misled. These are your agents, your liquor sellers, your ministers. You have ordained them to this ministry. You have in effect laid }’our hands upon them and said “ take thou authority to sell whisk} 7 , to debauch young men and maidens, to breed strife, to impoverish and degrade, to make widows and orphans, and to do all the Devil’s dirt}' work in this communit} 7 .” “ Angels and ministers of grace, defend us.” How long will good men allow themselves to be thus misrepre sented ? Down with the license ! It is not only a fraud, but a failure. The attempt to regulate the sale of liquor has always been a farce wherever attempted. Not a court is held in all the land, but men are indicted for abuse of their license ; not a community that is not shocked and outraged by the scandals of the trade. “ Regulate it,” indeed ! In the language of a distinguished speaker, “ the only way to regulate fire in a conflagration, is to put it out; the only way to regulate water in a flood, i3 to turn it off; the only way to regulate yellow fever, is to quarantine it, and the only way to regulate liquor manufacture and liquor dealing, is to stop it.” The plea of taxation by license for purposes of revenue, is plainly delusive. You surely do not see that the paltry income thus acquired is immeasurably overbalanced by the in creased court costs, and jail expenses, and police duty, to say nothing of the loss of labor and waste of property. It has been well said that it would he far more economical to pension these liquor dealers, and support them in idleness than to support all the criminals, paupers, idlers and diseased created by them, thus imposed on the State. Butyou say “ prohibition does not prohibit,” and hence you reluctate. Why not he consis tent? I)o the ten commandments prohibit ? “ Thou slialt not steal”—has that effectually prevented theft ? No; hut it lias made it diflicult and dishonorable, and thereby has greatly reduced the amount of it. Have the statutes in your State code removed all crime from your midst ? Shall we therefore abolish them, and because they fail of absolute success make no effort at good order ? What blind ness then and self delusion in those who oppose prohibition by the State, because it is exceptionally unsuccessful. Duty is ours. Let us stand by the principle, and not be moved by doubt or fear. But “ prohibition” does prohibit. Had we time and room for proof, it is at hand over whelming and irresistible. To stand up in the face of this “ great cloud of witnesses” and persistently cry “ failure,” “ failure,” is either criminal ignorance or willful mis representation- But if it be such a deplorable failure, why is it so opposed by manufacturers and dealers ? Every effort of the friends of prohibition sends terror and confusion into their ranks. I have before me now an editorial taken from the Chicago Brewer , which tells the secret. Hear it: “ Brewers, the fanatics arc closely at your heels, banded together in every State like a pack of wolves! In nearly every Legislature the past winter prohibitory amendments to the organic laws have been pressed to a vote, and in several large brewing States they have only failed to become laws by one or two votes. This was the case in Missouri, Wisconsin, Nebraska and other States. The defeated enemy, like the militant church of which they arc an advance guard, will renew the attack next winter with fresh reinforcements. “The fanatics have flooded the country with their temperance literature, in which they have willfullj* misstated facts and misquoted Scripture. The National Temperance As sociation last year circulated 80,000,000 printed pages of temperance literature, at a cost of $78,000. “ They put it into the schools, into families, and everywhere that it would possibly be read. They are thus rapidly and surety educating the masses of the people to their false theories and Puritanical intolerance, with the avowed purpose of driving out all malt liquors and closing every brewery. “ Brewers, you must meet this mass of tem perance literature with solid and convincing arguments, or your trade in a few years will be ruined.” Ah, yes ! “ ruin the trade.” They see it and confess it, and the hope of accomplishing this result onty gives fresh inspiration to the friends of prohibition. And now let me sa3% in conclusion, the issue is made up and the lines are distinctly drawn. We have sought to suppress this great evil by moral suasion, by argument and appeal, by temperance societies and pledges. These have failed. While we wrote and spoke, the tide has risen on us, until it now seriously threatens to destroy us. We arc wearied out and hopeless of all these temporizing efforts. We strike now at the root of the evil. The manufacture and sale of intoxicating liquors must be sup pressed by law. To this we are henceforth committed. We stand lor the right, for equality, for purity, and raa}' the Great God, our Father, defend and guide ns J FOR THE PEOPLE. A Word to Our Girls. Girls, don’t marry a man who drinks. Bet ter still, never receive any attention from a young gentleman or give him the least en couragement if you know that intoxicating liquors ever sully his lips. If you have, un fortunately, already become attached to such an one; if }’our heart’s best affections are given to him, and life without his presence seems unendurable ; if you deem him all that is noble and good, and find out even at the eleventh hour that he is a devotee to Bacchus, leave him even then, rather than marry one who will bring you nothing but disgrace, pov ert} 7 , misery and heart aches untold. You will suffer in doing this; life will at first seem to hold nothing worth having; but you will live it down, and the day will come ere long when you will thank God that you had the courage and strength of mind to make the sacrifice. Don’t marr} 7 a man hoping to reform him. If you do, your hopes will he blasted as ruth lessly as are those of the children who glee fully speed away to reach the end of the rain bow, in order to find the buried pot of gold. Like theirs will your merrily-begun journey end in weariness and tears. “But,” you say, “he only drinks occasion ally—on the Fourth of July, Election, Christ mas, New Year’s, and now and then with an old friend. Surely you would not have me give him up for this ?” Yes, even for this. The man who will take one glass is not safe nor to be trusted. Go to him ; tell him kindly and pleasantly, hut firmly, how sorry you arc that lie is becoming a slave to the cup ; ask him, for your sake, for the sake of his own manliness and self respect, to never again let one drop of liquor pass his lips. If he is worthy of a woman’s love, he will try to conquer his appetite. Give him a fair trial; take time to see how he car ries himself; allow years to give strength to his good resolution before you dare to think of him as other than a friend. If you do allow yourself to he deceived by the specious reasoning that he only indulges once in a while, you will dwell on the edge of a smothered volcano that is sure to hurst forth, and as time rolls on the eruptions will be more frequent and fierce, till finally you will find yourself crushed beneath the flood tide of intemperance and all its attendant horrors. Go to the millions of drunkards’ wives, whose attenuated frames, hollow eyes, and looks of anxious dread, tell only too plainly that poverty and heart-pain have done their appointed work ; ask them if they would ad vise you to take as your life companion, a9 the father of your children, one whose feet are singled in the rut of sure destruction. Their answer will be, “No, ten thousand times no. Far better would you hang your self higher than Hainan or seek the lower depths of the ocean for your resting-place than do this thing.” —Christian at Work. Supporting the Guns. Did you ever see a battery take position ? It hasn’t the thrill of a cavalry charge, nor the grimness of a line of bayonets moving slowly and determinedly on ; but there is a peculiar excitement about it that makes old veterans rise in their saddles and cheer. We have been fighting at the edge of the woods. Every cartridge-box has been emptied once and more, and one-fourth of the brigade has melted away in dead and wounded and missing. Not a cheer is heard in the whole brigade. We know that we are being driven foot by foot, and that when we break back once more the line will go to pieces, and the enemy will break through the gap. Here comes help! Down the crowded highway gallops a bat tery, withdrawn from some other position to save ours. The field fence is scattered while you could couut thirty, and the guns rush for the hills behind us. Six horses to a piece— three riders to a gun. Overy dry ditches, where a farmer would not drive his wagon, through clumps of bushes, over logs a foot thick, every horse on a gallop, every rider lashing his team and yelling—the sight be hind us makes us forget the foe in front. The guns jump two feet high as the heavy wheels strike rock or log, but not a horse slackens his pace, not a cannoneer loses his seat. Six guns, six caissons, sixty horses, eighty men race for brow of the hill as if who reached it first would be knighted. A moment ago the battery was a confused mob. We look again, and the six guns are in position, the detached horses hurrying away, the ammunition chests open, and along our line runs the command : “ Give them one more volley, and fall back to support the guns.” We have scarcely obeyed when boom ! boom ! opens the battery, and jets of fire jump down and scorch the green trees under which we fought and despaired. The shattered old brigade has a chance to breathe for the first time in three hours, as we form a line and lie down. What grim, cool fellows those cannoneers are ! Every man is a perfect machine. Bullets splash dust in their faces, but they do not wince. Bullets sing over and around them ; they donotdodge. There goes one to the earth, shot through the head as he sponged his gun. That machinery loses just one heat, misses just one cog in the wheel, and then works away again as be fore. Every gun is using short-fuse shell. The ground shakes and trembles, the roar shuts out all sounds from a battle line three miles long, and the shells go shrieking into the swamp to cut trees short off, to mow great gaps in the bushes, to hunt out and shatter and mangle men until their corpses cannot be recognized as human. You would think a tornado was howling through the forest, followed by billows of fire, and yet men live through it—aye, press forward to capture the battery. We can hear their shouts as they form for the rush. Now the shells are changed for grape and canister, and the guns arc fired so fast that all reports blend in one mighty roar. The shriek of a shell is the wickedest sound in war, but nothing makes the flesh crawl like the demoniac singing, purring, whistling grape shot and the serpent-like hiss of canister. Men’s legs and heads are torn from bodies, and bodies cut in two. A round shot or shell takes two men out of the rank as it crushes through. Grape and canister mow a swath, and pile the dead on top of each other. Through the smoke we see a swarm of men. It is not a battle line, hut a mob of men desperate enough to bathe their bayonets in the flame of guns. The guns leap from the ground, almost as they arc depressed on the foe, and shrieks, and screams, and shouts blend into one awful and steady cry. Twenty men on the battery are down, and the firing is interrupted. The foe accept it as a sign of wavering, and come rushing on. They are not ten feet away when the guns give them a last shot. That discharge picks living men off their feet and throws them into the swamp, a blackened bloody mass. Up now, as the enemy are among the guns ! There is a silence of ten seconds and then the flash and roar of more than three thousand muskets and a rush forward with bayonets. For what? Neither on the right, nor left, nor in front of us a living foe ? There are corpses around ns which have been struck by three, four and even six bullets, and nowhere on this acre of ground is a wounded man. The wheels of the guns cannot move until the blockade of dead is removed. Men cannot pass from caisson to gun without climbing over winrows of dead. Every gun and wheel is smeared with blood ; every foot of grass has its horrible stain. Historians write of the glory of war. Burial parties saw murder where historians saw glory. —San Francisco Argonaut. Bound to Outspell the School District. A Detroiter, who had occasion this winter to visit Gratiot couuty, was invited to a spell ing-school in a district school house, and he reached the place to find it crowded, and deep interest apparent among the audience. The spelling soon began, and in a little time only six or eight contestants were left. One of these was a giant named William Jones, and it was evident that he came there to conquer. When he spelled “jealousy” with a “g” they' tried to make him sit down, but he rapped on the desk with his big fist and replied : “ I don’t know nuthin’ 'bout Webster or any other foreigner, and I don’t care. I’ve alius been used to spellin’ it ‘gealousy,’ and I ain’t going to knock off to please a few woodchucks.” As he would not sit down lie was allowed to go on spelling, even after he had missed several more words. At last only the De troiter and big William had the floor, and, while the latter was struggling with the word “sympathy,” a window near the former open ed softly and a man whispered : “ Say, stranger, kin you spell ‘chromo’?” “ Of course, I can.” “ Well, it’s goin’ to floor Bill, and don't you forget it, and the teacher sent me around here to say to you that you’d better climb out and skip before the climax comes.” “ What climax ?” “ Why, the one we had a month ago. That ’ere Bill went down on the word ‘euphony 7 ,’ and the chap from lowa who was left stand ing had to be carried home in a blanket. When Bill gets through with ‘sympathy,’ the next word will be ‘chromo,’ and you'd better start it on ‘k-r-o’ or be ready to jump through this winder and make for the woods, for that ’ere Bill is bound to outspell this deestrick if he has to lick every human bein’ in it!” The Detroiter had a good eye for harmony in chromos, and he wisely permitted big Bril to be the last one standing. —Detroit Free Press. # The tribunal at Heilbronn has recently sat upon a case which, in the annals of criminal procedings, is probably without its equal. A laborer of Laulfen. accused of having at tempted the life of his father, deposed that he had hanged the old gentleman by his own express desire and command. The father himself was to have appeared in court to answer an accusation of fraud and embezzle ment, but was detained at home in consequence of a fractured leg. Feeling himself guilty, he, in order to escape public disgrace, com manded his son to hang him. The son finally obeyed the parental order, carried the old man into the attic, and hanged him until he was dead. The Ilcilbronu tribunal sentenced the son to three years aud nine months’ im prisonment. S TERMS, $1.50 PER ANNUM. I $l.OO for Six Months. AY wvys’wVe CW\Wyyy\hs. Opium is said to kill 3,000,000 Chinese annually, but Hoodlums will be glad to know that there arc plenty left. Three of the great drinkers of Cairo, 111., are to attempt the feat of drinking 100 glasses of beer apiece in four hours. James McKean, aged ninety five years, was fatally burned by his pipe setting fire to his clothing while smoking, in Brooklyn, N. Y. House linen in Germany lasts a very long time from being so seldom washed. It is a sign of wealth to wash such things but four times a j r ear. The Supreme Court of the State of Maine has decided that "a church is not a corporation with authority to create debt in erecting a house of worship.” Cotton will be extensively cultivated in Mecklenburg, Southampton, Princess Anne, Fausemond and other counties in Virginia this year. A large surface has been planted. The Rev. Edward Everett Ilale says that the revision of the New Testament “ will end forever the idolatry of a book which has been a dead weight on Protestantism for threo centuries.” The wife of Prof. Ko of Harvard has be gun to compress her baby’s feet in the Chinese fashion, and the cries of the little sullerer aro heard day and night by the neighbors. The Cambridge anti cruelty society is about to interfere. How many people who benefit by cinchona know that it gets its name from AnadeOsoria, Countess of Chinchon, who in 1640 brought with her to Spain from Peru a supply of Peruvian hark ? Hence the genus cinchona of Linnaeus. A young woman of Galesburg, 111., has undertaken alone to reform the men of that town. She enters saloons, gambling houses, and worse resorts at nights, often surprising her male acquaintances, with whom she then pleads and prays. Thf heirs of a man six months dead, in ■ North Attleboro, Mass., unable to find the papers containing the records of his property, dug up his bod}' and f.mud them and S6O in money in the pocket of the moldering coat in which he had been buried. Parsces around the “Towers of Silence” —whither the corpses of Parsecs at Bombay are taken immediately after death to be devoured by vultures—will often wait and> watch until every atom of the flesh of those ■ they love has been consumed by the birds. Illinois has anew law relating to deadly weapons. It prohibits the sale, gift, loan, or barter to a minor of any weapon capable of concealment or the person, and requires dealers in such weapons to keep a complete registry of their sales for public inspection. The plagiarism of the Rev. Dr. Lorimcr, of Chicago, who delivered as his own a sermon 1 by the Rev. Dr. Parker, of London, was widely commented on some time ago. Dr. Parker has just been caught, according to the Baptist Weekly , not only in the same literary sin, but in stealing from Dr. Lorimcr. A dispatch from Monticello, lowa, says : that James Hogan shot his divorced wife six times, inflicting injuries likely to prove fatal, and then with one shot killed himself. She had obtained a divorce because be was a bigamist, and he had threatened to kill her > because she refused to rc-marry him. Silk first came from China, and the Chincso ‘ still have many important secrets connected with it unknown to Europeans. In a good year they send as much as $25,000,000 worth of raw silk to England alone. The “ hanks,” or books, as they are called, arrive with caps made of a single cocoon. This is done by a process unknown in Europe. A Detroit woman of seventy, retaining the figure and friskiness of youth, covered her hair with a wig, put on a close mask and went to a fancy dress ball in the costume of a florwo girl. She enjoyed the fun of fooling the young fellows, and kept it up vigorously half (he night. Then she fainted from over-exertion and had to be taken home, where she died before morning. A story has long been told at Hadley, Mass., about GofTe, the regicide, who was once concealed there. In the early time the Indi ans attacked the town one Sunday, and the people were on the point of being slaughtered, when a tall, white-haired stranger appeared on the scene, took charge of the troops, put the savages to flight, saved the place, and disappeared as mysteriously as he had come, leaving behind him wonder and superstition. A student of history has just destroyed thi3 pleasing legend. Anew ballot box has just been submitted to the French Government. It has two locks, each opening with a different l ev, and an ap paratus which clips a stub or corner from the ticket deposited by the elector, and drops the stub into one part of the box, the ticket going into the other division. Simultaneously the machine registers on a tablet before the voter the number of tickets clipped. The ballots must agree in number with the stubs, and both with the “tell-tale,” and the voter secs for himself that his ballot has been cast and taken account of. Two of the Chicago daily newspapers print ed the revised New Testament complete* This gave a chance to revive an old story* A pugilistic bummer picked up a copy of one of these papers, and his eyes happened to fall on an account of the crucifixion. He read the narrative with astonishment and increas ing indignation. At length he darted inte the street, grabbed a Jew who was inoffen sively passing, and gave him a tremendous thrashing. “What did you do that for?” asked the policeman who rescued the victim* “ Because he’s a Jew,” was the reply 7, “ and crucified the Saviour.” “ Why, that happen ed almost two thousand years ago,” said tho officer. The wrath of the fighter was partly blown out in a long whistle, and lie remark ed : “Well, 1 never heard of it fill a few minutes ago.” NUMBER IS.