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the mercury. catered m sesond-clas* matter at the San. K ' dertviUe PoatMBoe, April 87, 1880. Sandewllle, Wosbtagton Ceunty, Gu. rUBLISHKD BT JERMIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. Subscription. .@1.50 por fear. G. W. H. WHITAKER, DENTIST, Sandemiile, Ga. Terms Cash. Offloo at bin residence on Harris Street. April 3, 1880. B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, April 3, 1880^ Sandersville, Ga. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, Sandersville, Ga. Offloe at Sandorsvillo Hotel. April 10. 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, Sandersville, Ga. Special attention given lo collection ot claim I. , „ OOlco in the Court-House. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Sandorsvillo, Ga. Prompt attention givon to all business. Ofllco in northwest room ol Court-House. May 4, 1880. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Sandersville, Ga. Will practico in tlio State and United States Courts. Oltlon in Court-House. H. N. HOLLIFIELD, Physician & Surgeon, Sandersville, Ga. Ofllco next door to Mrs. Payne’s millinery store (on llnriis Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician & Surgeon, Sandorsvillo, Ga. M iy lie co i« iltoil at his nflloe on Haynes si root, in ih i M mimic I.o go building, irom 9 a in in 1 p in, anil trnm 3 to 6 p in; dnring other lioi.is at Ills iraiiluiuip, on Cliuich street, w uni not pn li'.—ioili.l y ongiiged. April ,'t IS .'1 Watches, Clocks AND JEWELRY RKl'AIHED BY JERNIGAN. l’OSTOFFlOB HOURS. 7:10 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 6:00 p. m. K. A. Sullivan, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only $1.50 por annum. rUBUSUED 11T •lEUNTGAN & SCARBOROUGH. BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JERNIGAN. & f 5P“None genuine without our Trado Mark, On hand and for salo, tacles, Noso 61 Music, Music. GO TO JERNIGAN FOR VIOLINS, ACCORDEONS, BOWS, STRINGS, Rosin boxes, etc. Machine Needles, OIL and SHUTTLES, r "11 kinds ot Machines, lor sale. I will also order parts ot Machines that get broke, and new pieces are wanted. A. J. JERNIGAN. THE MERCURY. PUBUSHI TUESI A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietor DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. VOL. I. The Bold Lemvig Peasant. On an arm ol the blue Lymford, Whore the painted boats float down, Like La Loole, in a valley, Lies the littlo Danish town— Lomvig—with its red-rooted houses, With its sand fields bleak and baro, With the oonvent on the hill-top, And the bell-tower in the air. In the olden time, the Norseman O’er tho plains ol Jutland came, Till tho walls oi Denmark trembled At the sound of Odin's name. Many a fair-hairod Danish inothor, Rooked her children, singing talcs Ot the Scandinavian heroes, Warriors ol tho mythic vales. Herors that in stormy battle, Knco deep in the orimton tide, Hnstoring to tho plains ol Vigrid, In their armor nobly died. And it obanood a Lomvig poasant, Nurtured in thoso deeds of old, Gavo his bravo young lilo lor Lomvig; To this day tho deed is told. In tho anoient wars with Sweden, When the enemy eamo down, Fast, with fire and stoel, tho loemon Rode tho way to Lomvig town. One, upon a chargor mounted, To a peasant in tho field Shouted, " Show the way to Lomvig !’ Rearing high his bruzon shield. Swlltly to tho saddle leaping, Gorda, son ol Darra, spod; Straight away ho rodo irom Lomvig To tho bluff ol Koningshead. Darker tell tho dusky twilight, As to heaven ho breathed his prayer; Fainter came the chimes of Lemvig From the bell-towor in tho air. On bis trembling horse he gnidod, Up tho stoop and dizzy height, Like a steady burning lanlhorn From a farmhouse gleamed a light. On to Lomvig! Lot us hasten! Close beside him came the toe. With one deadly charge, the rider Plungod into tho depth bolow. On they eamo, tho Swedish foomon! On they rodo into the night! On they loll, by hundreds numbered, Leaping from tho locky height! W itli tho belU of morning ringing O’or the lair and qniot plain, AH the Iocs of Lemvig slumberod, Never to awnko again. To this day tho deed is cherished; Once a year, witli song and prayer, Tiio bravo peasant’s Inmo is sounded From tlie bell-tower in tho nir. —Baldwin'* Monthly. A TRAMP. 'I’m afraid that bed is not long en °ugli for you,” said a landlord to a seven-foot guest. -‘Never mind,” he replied, “I’ll add two more feet to it when I get ini” a . per * 0( I °f ten yearp, from 1868 io the exports of all cereals from the , Jited States increased from 39,000,000 ’UsUeU to 189,Of0.000 bu- hels. In addl- jj^this il ij said that the exporta- __ ® of iive stock into whioh corn enters or I® s »i baa increased tenfold within the past two year*. SANDERSVILLE, GA., TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 1880. That is just it. I was a tramp 1 In the light of to-day I hate to admit it, but I must. I bad been a machinist, with a pretty, gentle wife, good wages, a pleasant home; and then the hard times came. Hard enough they wore to millions beside me, but I did not think of them. I had more means than many others I knew—food, if it was coarse, fire enough for warm Ih—but what I wanted, cried out for, raged that I could not get, was delicate living and luxuries for Annie, for she was dying. I know now nothing could have saved her; con sumption is helpless and hopeless; but one day when I went to tho Charles ton steamer tho day she sailed, to adjust Eome little matter in the machinery that they thought out of gear, I saw tho wife of one of the firm for whom I worked uptown brought on board to go to Florida for the winter. She looked a little like Annie; her eyes were clear and gray, too, and her face wan and sweet. She was wrapped in soft shawls and lying back in a chair carried by two servants; a kind-faced nurse was with her, and her husband beside her. I had a glimpse at her stateroom as I passed through the cabin, for thoy were arranging it so that she might be settled before the rest of the passengers oame aboard. It was like a nest, crowded with comfort. If I could have stolen that fur-lined cloak and that swinging chair I would have done it; as it was I grumbled. What had this woman done to have all, and my patient wife to have noth ing P I kept thinking of all this; brood ing day and night as wages grew lower and work less, and Annie faded away. She was a good woman, that wife of mine, and not a bit afraid to die; but she was afraid to leave me in furious bitterness of my condition then. One day I came home and found her paler than ever. I had brought her an orange, but she could not taste it. I sat down by the lounge and she put her thin, white hands in mine. “Frank,” she said, in a whisper, “ when I am dead try to be good; try to know God. I couldn’t talk about it, dear; but I have prayed. God is good, Frank. I know it. I am going home. I could not bear this. I did not be lieve in it-. God good, and Annie dying, while tha t other woman was saved by the money I had as good a right to have as Jim Lawrence! I knew afterward that all the luxuries he lavished on lus wile were as useless as the coarse shawl and common food I gave mine. She died before Annie, and away from him. I stooped down to kiss my wife and stop her from such talk. Her lips were cold; her hot hand grew chill in mine, her great gray eyes looked at me with one bright look of love, and then closed. Annie had gone away. It was May when the Mdion works dosed, but 1 had not worked there for two month!. I had lived on what lew dollars I had left after Annie was buried, and now and then t got a porter’s job, for I was as strong as a horse. Still, I always expected lo go back to the works if the worst came to tho worst, and when they dosed up for want of orders I felt as if I had nothing to stay in tho city for, and likn a great many others I made up my mind that since I was bern into the world it should give me a free living. I went on tho tramp. I can’t say I liked it at first; it was a great while before I could sleep well in a barn, or under at! old musty haystac k, but I had grit enough left to persist, amt the lazy life, the^fresh air, the trees, and creatures, all so different from the grimy shop and dirty streets, did seem amaz ing pleasant. I suppose this sort of life changed me inwardly, too. I got to feel more like a wild beast. I liked to s'* women shut and lock the door when they saw me come into the yard, and hand out the food I asked for through the window. How I used to scare them! I don’t wonder. I was big. ragged, and full of bad thoughts that showed out in my face and ran over at my lips. I would not have stopped at knocking down any man who came ncross my way, but they generally let mo alone. After nwhile I got a revol ver. It was never loaded, but it was just as good to frighton women with, and many a one fetched mo w arm food and drink when I let them seo it. I did like to seo thorn turn white and shiver. I was so angry with everything that I liked to terrify and hurt everybody I cculd. “ Hateful and hating one another,” that is about as near my state then ns I can tell it. So I tramped all summer. I did not think often about Annie. I didn’t like to for good and sufficient reasons. By September I had got ’way into Vermont, among the hills, and began to think I must work back to the city, when one day I stopped at an old rod farmhouso between Tyson and Ludlow to get some dinner. ^ There was a little son of stoop built out under the roof of the ell part, and the kitchen door opened into it. There was a row ol bright milk-pans standing against the wall, to sun, and a bunch or two of herbs banging up by the door. A (rrent, yellow cat ran away when it saw me, and eyed me from under a benoh in the woodshed. It was a poor place enough, but looked thrifty and comfort able. I knocked, and a young woman opened tl o door directly. I never saw such n steady face; her eyes -»ere brown, and looked straigtit at you liko a robin’s; her mouth was ns pure and clean ns a child's, and her firm cheeks showed n healthy, even color of pink. Her hair was so tidy, so shining, her calico gown and check apron so perfectly neat that she seemed somehow as if she was just new every way. I did not say anything at once, for I felt so dirty and so bad the minute I looked at her. “WellP" she said, in a cool sort of voice, “do you want anybody P" “I want something to eat,” said I, e never give to tramps,” she an swered, without any change of tone. “I’ve got to have itl” said I, as crossly as I could. “We have nothing for you,” said she, quite unmoved. “ Come, hurry up ! I’ve got to have my dinner, and you’d better get it for me pretty quick," I called out with an oath, taking out my pistol and handling it ns a threat. Her eyes grew a little darker at that, and she smiled; she was not soared a mite; she only said, quietly: “If any man shall not work neither shall he cat.” “That may bo your opinion, miss, but it isn’t mine. The world owes me a living and |I’m bound to have it,” I growled back. “HowsoP’’she answered. “What have you done for the world to put it in your debt I couldn’t answer this question; it was like a blow in the face; so I swore again and demanded some dinner. “ I shall not give you any,” she said, quite as oalmly as ever. “ If you were Biok, or feeble, or crippled, helpless in any way, it would be different; you are a strong, likely man, and you can earn your living just as well as I can.” I looked at her slight straight figure. “Do you work for a livingP” I asked. “Yes; I have worked ever since I was six years old. I was bound out then, and I worked at whip-braiding. I haven’t any relations—any near ones I mean; there is nobody to take care of me. I have to work, and I am glad 1 can.” I swore a very common oath, calling on God to punish me if I would stand that if I were she. Her face flushed. “ Don't do that again!” she said. “ If you want to be lost call upon Satan; he hears such requests gladly. God is your Father; He does not like to punish you oven if you ask Him to; He’d ever so much rather forgive you.” I never was so taken aback. “ Look here,” I said, after a moment, “ don’t you think it’s outrageous that a pretty-behaved girl like you should be working for a living when there’s thou sands of women no better than you be rolling in their carriages P” “No. God put me here and them there. God knows best.” “ Well, you seem to think God knows a good deal. I claim to know some things myself; and I b3lievo folks all have equal rights.” “Bo you?” sheBaid, “»o do I; some rights. Right to get ready to die and to serve God while we live.” She stepped out of the door and picked up a red leaf from the grass. “ Can you make such a leaf as thatP” she asked, holding it out to me. Why, I knew I couldn’t, and so did she. “Till you oan, I expect you had bet ter believe God knowB more than you do." I turned and went out into the yard. I oouldn’t stand her talk, but I couldn’t got away from it. I never seemed so mean to myself be fore. Here was I strong, healthy, even a skilled workman, tramping about tho country begging! I never had called it begging before, but I know now what it was, for I seemed to iook out of her eyes. About God; well, if ti.ere was a God he must know rnoro than I did or he couldn’t be God; perhaps I had made a mistake after all. Jim Lawrence must be a rich man because he had more brains than I, with the same chanoes; and who was to blamo about the brains P I sat down by tho little pond there wns near by and fell to thinking, when all of a sudden I looked down in the water and saw—a tramp, a big, dirty, ragged tramp. Good Lord, it was me I I wonder that the girl had spoken to me at all, and then I thought what Annie would have said to mo like that. The blood seemed to come to my head. I tried to bo honest inside, and looked things squaro in tho oyo. I could not help seeing how little good I had done myself by leaving work. 1 used to bo a good-looking sort of a fel low when I wns cleaned up of n Sun day, not like this great brute Btaring up at me out of the still water. I couldn’t do much that minute, but I could Wash my face and I did. It wns just a beginning,you sec; then I got u p on my feet and tramped off toward Ludlow. An old woman a mile further on gave me some bread and milk, becauso I asked civilly I suppose, and by night I had got on to the station next below Ludlow, and seeing some hands at work loading up a freight car I put in and helped. One of them gave u.e my supper for that, and let me sleep in a barn; it did seem better than, begging. The next day I sold my revolver and got a jacket, and before long got a place on the freight line where I could work my passage back to the city; I could get a lodging there I knew, for I had two dollars left alter buying the jacket. I found the Iridion works shut up still, but I hunted out Mr. Lawrence. I told him all about it—but that girl—and ho gave my hand such a grasp. “My wife's gone, too,” ho said; and then he sort of choked. Somehow for all ho wns a rich man with a great house, and I a poor tramp, there seemed to be something wo had together. I remembered hjs wife’s great sad oyes, and her tired face; money hadn’t saved her after all, and his business kept him from home; he didn’t have hold of her hand when she died. Web, he sort of cleared his throat then, and he said: “I’m just going to dinner, Reed; come around to my office on Front street in the morning, and I’ll find you a job.” And lie said it so heartily like I knew he meant it. He was as good as his word. I got work from him riajit off, and after a while, when I could buy decent clothes, I took to going to meeting; for I could not get what thatfgirl said,when I swore, out of my head. I have got a Bible, too. I know Annie would like that; but I had to shut it up quick one day when it opened at a sen tence about “ the horrible pit and the miry clay.” I had been there myself, you see. Sometime,when I have laid up a little money—and I guess it won’t bo long first, for when all iB said and done I never was one to drink nor yet to gam ble—I mean to go up to Vermont and find that girl, and maybe I oan have home. I hope sue won’t know me again. I bate to bide anything from her olean, clear eyes; but I don’t see bow I ever can tell her that I was that tramp. PAINTING BLACK EYES. Words of Wisdom. They are never alone that are aceo m panied with noble thoughts. In refraining from being mean to others you arc good to yourselves. Mean souls, like mean pictures, are often found in good looking fiames. In matters of prudence last thoughts are best; in morality your first thoughts are best. Earth is our workhouse, and heaven is, or should be, our storehouse. Our chief business here is to lay up treasure there. Never be discouraged by trifles. If a spider breaks his thread twenty times be will mend it as many. Perseverance and patience will accomplish wonders. The mind has a certain vegetative power which cannot be wholly idle. If it is not laid out and cultivated into a beautiful garden it will of itself shoot up weeds or flowers. A Bible and a newspaper in every house, a good school in every district all studied and appreciated as they merit, are the principal support of vir tue, morality and civil liberty. •1.60 PER ANNUM. NO. 20. NOTICE. aq eomnmaimtiaM lateeded for tU* paper anal to as saw pan ltd with the tall earns cl the witter, —t a»u—atfly lev petit- ration, hat aa a guarantee of pood laitfc. Ws are in no way responsible lor the viewa or opinions of i Crowds of excursionists go up nightly by the railway to see Vesuvius illu minated by eleotrio light. The trafflo at night is greater than in the day time, and there are not enough oars to mec-t the demand. The Queer Occupation of an Artlat lu New York. A New York correspondent came aoroes an advertisement which informed readers that blnokened or bruised eyea could be made natural instantly by call ing at the “artist’s” residence on the west side. Calling at the studio, the correspondent found a large room filled with paintings and other evidences of culture. However, I was not in search of high art, the correspondent continues. Far more interesting was the live tableau in the center of tho room that met my gaze. Imagine seated in a steamer chair, in an easy, reclining position, a very fashion nbly-attircd youth (on tiie day after the Fourth), whose pattern- leather boots, white tie, and dress cost indicated that a lark of the night before bad just been finished—the results of tho said lark being visible in a large and ex ceedingly dusky horseshoe somebody’s fist had imprinted under one orb. Tho artist, a pleasant-faced, Btalwart young was man,busily engaged in mixing some preparation. Hardly looking up he waved me to a seat, saying: “I will attend to your eye in a moment, madam 1” Glad for this opportunity for observation, I picked up a newspaper and watched his operations on the young swell with interest. First, the artist poured into a bowl a liberal amount of a liquid, whioh, with a soft sponge and the air of a mother ad ministering soothing syrup to her babe, ho applied to the injured chock. Dur ing this process he remarked: “ I’m afraid you have been trying to euro it with something cold.” “ By Jove, how it hurts!" ejaculated the patient. “ Yes, sho put some ice on it afterward, but it did not seomtodo any good." Of course not,” snld the oracle, severely; “I don’t know why people wiU persist in making such a mistake. Ice, or oysters, or cold water thoy will apply in spite of the faet that anything coid makes tho blood conoentrato be neath the skin and turns it black. Wbat they should do is to bathe the bruise in water as hot as thoy con stand it; that scatters the blood and keeps the skin from discoloring.” “ Well,” said the exhausted boro of a fracas, witb a feeble attempt to be witty, “when a fellow gets into hot water he don’t think of pouring it on.” By this time the live oanv&a was ready for coloring, and, with a tiny brush and delicate strokes, the artist proceeded to lay ou the flesh tints. For nearly half an hour he worked steadily, pausing frequently to add another shade, then toning the edges down, then allowing the paint to dry, and then softly rubbing on a line powder that removed the gloss. Then he stepped back and viewed his handiwork with tho air of a stern oritio, finally holding a small mirror be- foro tho youth, who expressed my thoughts when he exclaimed in admir ing accents: “By George, judging from the looks, I couldn’t tell whioh eye was blacked t" Then, with as much of a smile as he had energy for, he added: “ flow much is it, old boyP" " Five dollars,” was the answer. “ It’s worth that to keep me out of a row with tho governor, but deuce take it, 1 haven’t a fiver jell; but take this until I call for it,” and bo thrust upon the artist a handsome pearl scarfpin. “Now, what can I do for you, ma’am?’ quoried ho of tho brush, after a disap pointed look upon my unblackened countenance. Whereupon I explained my mission, and the artist, not averse to the idea ot being written up, assented to my staying awhile to take notes. Scarcely had he spoken when a littie lady entered. She was modestly dressed in black, and had a rather pretty face, though terribly disfigured by a deeD semicircle ot black and blue under one of h9r eyes. She seemed a little embar rassed, and was profuse in her explana tions of how she came by it. ‘ Indeed,” she said, “ I never had such a thing happen to me before in my life, but you see I was going down stairs with a tray lull of dishes, and my foot caught in the matting and tripped, and I fell all the way down. Such a thing never happened to me before, and I wonder I did not break every bone in my body. Such a shamo it should have come ou my eye. I never had a black one before, and it is so mortifying.” Again the artist piled his arl, taking great pains to match the color of her complexion, and persevering until the ugly-looking mark was rendered invisi ble, adding as he concluded: “ You can wash your face in cold water, but don’t use hot or soap, because it will bring the paint off. With a little care it will last until the eye is cured.” The lady, after careful examination, expressed herself satisfied, and inquired the cost. “ Two dollars,” said the artist, consid erately, after a glance at her modest toilet. “Two dollarsl” fairly screamed the lady. “ Two dollars for such a pesky little job as that. I never heard of such an imposition. Why, young man, in all my life I never paid more than fifty cents before.” This assertion, coming after her pro fuse explanations, had a very comical effect, which she was quiok to perceive, and, without further parley she put down the m^ncy and departed. When the door closed on her your correspond ent inquired if the artist had many lady oallers. “ They are not uncommon, and they come as this one did, with profuse apol ogies and explanatiors, thinking, poor doors will be swallowed by me, h If I didn’t know that the brntee who beat their' wives are not confined to the wearers of fustian and cowhide boots. Yon would be surprised to tee eome of the ladies who come here In oarriagee. Ladies living in fine house* and dreeaed n silks and diamonds, that would die of shame to have tbe truth suspected come here to have the blows of the oow ards who pass for fine gentlemen hidden. They would sooner be tom to pieces, than own up. I nover knew of but one lady that did own up. Sbe was a bride, only been married three weeks, and lived on Madison avenue. One day her husband got into a rage and threw hie boot at her. It struok her on the fore* head, leaving a terrible mark; but after the shook was over all the poor thing thought of was to keep it from her par ents, for she had married against their wishes.” “Whatother disfigurements are you called on to oonceal f” ‘ Moles and birthmarks. You see a lady may have a very beautiful, white neck, or snowy, well-molded arms, but be unable to wear a party dress on ao- count of one or more of these blemishes. I have regular customers, who, when ever they go to a ball, send for me to paint over these marks. And it is singular the shapes they are in. Then is one belle in this city who has on her right arm a regular cross and crown, bright red in color, and large enougfi to bo seen across tbe room. Another young lady, who has the shoulders of a model, Las [upon one tho initials C. L, in red spot! about the size of currants. Still anotber lady has on her forearm a perfect miniature ladder, though, of course, the majority of these marka as sume no distinct form.” ‘ You must sometimes have ladies who have really suffered from an aooi- dent?” “ Oh, yes. There wns one young lady here last week whose face waa covered witli orimton spots big as silver quar ters. She was engaged to be married and to please her betrothed had taken a course of lessons in cooking from Mias Corson. The day before tho wedding sho invited him to a little supper of her own preparing, intending to give him a pleasant premonition of bliea to oome, in the shape of good housekeeping. Her chef d’onvro was a dish of soft-shell ornbs, and, alas, as she was in the act of frying them, the hot grease sputtered up and burnt her faoe badly in half a dozen places. It was too late to defer the wedding, nnd accordingly she had to have her face done entirely over for the ceremony, but it turned out such an improvement on her natural complexion that I do not think ahe minded it much.” Before leaving I asked from what class of men he drew the largest number of blaekened-eye customers. “From sporting men and the wealthy business mon. The latter class, of course, would be injured by being teen with snob disfigurements. There ie one gentleman on Wall street who has hardly missed a visit to me this year. Every Saturday night he starts oft on a tare that lasts him until Monday morn ing, when, bright and early, he comes hero to get fixed up before going to business. One funny case I had last winter was when two gentlemen, con spicuous in tbe management of the Madison Square garden, got into quarrel, in the course of whioh one bad both eyes blaoked; the other only one. He of the two block eyes came here to bo painted over, and told me if I would refuse to fix the other man’s eye he would pay me three times what it was worth. This I promised not to do, and in consequence the worst punished of tbe two men went round boasting how he had come out ahead, as no one could detect his bruises. Tho ridicule fell on ho oi a single and apparently blackened orb.’ T1XILT TOFIUS, According to the Lot Angelo* (0*1.) fftrald, the farmers in that section ate going to experience a novel embarrass ment. It aays that so great la the quan tity of land under crop, that then are not enough threshing machines to handle mon than two-tbirds of tho yield. Meanwhile there is a great pan- oity of machines in the market. A retired Paris tradesman, advaneed n years, recently took it Intohls head to buy a coffin. Once in hie lodging* he thought he would try how oa* felt in It. He got in and lay down, but being old and stiff he oould not get out again. Then he lay for several days, whan tho hall porter, weary at not having assn him, knocked at hla door. Hading groans, the porter bnke the door and found th* state of things described. Ho broke th* aidee of thtooffin and ralaaaad the old man. With tbe aid or beef tea he was restored to health. Sacrilege waa singularly punished In London the other day, when a this broke into a vestry, and trying what h« ■opposed to be th* communion wine, louud it poisonous. It was a alagnlnr thing, am, that he should writ* to a paper, stating th* facte and complaining of the danger llkaly to bt run by th* congregation In tasting th* noxious fluid. It turned out, however, that h* had swallowed several ouncea of n dis infecting fluid, supposing it to be in we, and h* haa also had the hard look to b* caught and put on trial for sacrilege. Potato flour, or the dried pulp of the potato, Is attaining gnat importaaoe in the arte. It Is atatsd that in Lane*, •hire, England, M.OOO tons of it an sold annually, and it brings at present In Liverpool about double aa much in th* market aa wheat flour. It is used for ■ialng and other manufacturing pur poses, and when precipitated with add is turned into steroh. Whan calcined it Is employed as a dressing for silk. A British official, reporting on the trade of tbceatt coast of Madagascar, ■aya that British trade haa auflbnd seriously from a large importation of American gray cotton sheetings. Man chester manufacturers have been so completely supplanted that British fins* who formerly imported largely Man chester gray cottons, deal almost exclu sively in American cloths, and one British merchant at Tamatave has to- come agent to a Boston firm, and re- oeived from them their cotton goods on consignment. M Governor Murray, the recently-ap pointed executive of Utah, delivered aa oration, In whioh he took occasion to outlina hia policy toward the Mormons- He said that the tree ot liberty had grown broad enough to shelter all patriots, native sal naturalised, and was rich enough in timber to furnish scaffolds and oofflna for all who conspire against the Constitution or violate the written laws. He then went on to say that until Utah had abjured Mormon- ism there waa no possibility that 1 oould beoome a State. (Jurleus Story of a Ring. A curious story of an amethyst in the British crown is told. Tbe presence of this stone, taken, it is said, from the ring of Edward the Confessor, has the power of preserving the wearer from all contagious diseases. The story of this ring iB repealed and believed to this day in the remote rural shires of Eng land. Edward, the legend says, was on his way to Westminster when he was met by a beggar, who implored him in tbe name of St. John to grant him ns sistance. The charitable king had ex hausted all his change in almegiving and could find in his scrip neither bank note nor gold piece; but drew from his finger his ring, an amethyst of great value, and gave it to the beggar, who vanished in a cloud of smoke. Some years afterward two English pilgrims in tbe Holy Land found themselves in a desert in great distress, when a hoary- headed and long-bearded stranger ap peared to them, giving them sustenance, and finally announcing to them that he was tho prophet St. John tbe Baptist. He gave them the ring that Edward had given the beggar years before, telling them to deliver it to the king, and say that in a few weeks Edward would be with him in Paradise. Edward re ceived the ring and prepared for his death, which occurred at the time ap pointed by the saint. For many years the stone was preserved as a sacred relic by tbe Church ot Havering in England, but it was finally placed in the British crown, though Havering retains tbe name to this day. I am very much afraid of lightning," ogles auu luumiug, poor . , «... lh.tth.lr.^rl...bout„„„ (, downstairs and runniug up against! ol itMl n Herman Jawbreakers. Mark Twain says that some German words are so long they have a perspec tive. Observe these examples: Freundscbaftsbeseigungen, Dilettinte- naufdringlichkeiten, Stadtverodnoten- versammlungen. These things are not words,they are alphabetical processions. And they are not rare; one can open a German newspaper any time and see them marching majestically across the page—and if he has any imagination he can see tbe banners and hear music, too. They impart a magical thrill to th* meekest subject. I take a great interest in there curiosities. Whenever I oome across a good one I stuff it and put it in my museum. In this way I have made quite a valuable collection. When I get duplicates] I exchange with other oollectore, and thus increase the variety of my stock. Here are some specimens whioh I lately bought at an auction aale of effect* of a bankrupt brio-a-brao bun- t r: Generalstaataverordnetenveream- inlungen, Alterthumswiaaenachaften, Kinderbewabrungaanstalten, Unabha- engigkeitserklaerungen, Wiederheratel- lungebestrebungen, W affenstiilatandsun- terhandlungen. Of course, when one of these grand mountain ranges goes stretching across the printed page, it adorns and ennobles that literary land scape, but at the same time it is a great distress to the new student, for it blocks up bis way; be cannot crawl under it, or climb 'over it, or tunnel through it. So he resorts to the dictionary for help, but there is no help there. Th* diction ary must draw the line somewhere, so it leave* this sort of words out. The First Duel in tbe United State*. The first duel in the United Stats was fought at Plymouth, Massachusetts, on the eighteenth of June, 1091, between Edward Doty and Edward Letoeater, two servants, both of whom were wounded. For this outrage they were sentenced to the punishment ol having their heads and feet tied together, and of lying thus twenty-four hours with out food or drink. After suffering, however, in that posture an hour, at their masters' intercession and their humble request, with th* promise of amen* meat, they w*r* released by tbe ietWBN.-ArfiMJ (Jb.) Am ". '■V' » T-~ — -w# ; .l