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THE MERCURY. Ratered as shoond-clnsa mnt'or at tho San- dersvillo 1’oBtofflco, April 27, 1880. Bandersvllle, Washington County, Ga. THE MERCURY. THE MERCURY. PUBLISHED EVE4Y TUESDAY 1 . PUBLISHED BT JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietor. DEVOTED TO LITERATURE. AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. $1.50 PER ANNUM. NOTICE. All coinmunJealiona intended for this paper mint bo eooompankd with tha loll Bntoeripttan $1.60 par Tear. n Uf U lif U 1 T A If C D V0L - L SANDERSVILLE, GA., OCTOBER 12, 1880. NO. 28. cation, but as a guarantee of good faith. We are in no way responsible for tie views or opinions of correspondent*. DENTIST, 8andersville, Ga. Terms Gash. Offloe at hi« reaidenoe on Harris Street. April 3, 1850. B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, April 3, lSSJh Sandorsville, Ga. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, Sandorsville, Ga. Offlce at Sandorsvillo Hotel. April 10, 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC. Sandoravillo, Ga. Special attention given to collection oi o*aims. Ofttoe in tho Court-Houso. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Sandorsville, Go. Prompt attention given to all business. Offlco in northwest room oi Court-House. May *, 1880. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Sandorsvillo, Ga. Will practioe in tho Stato and United States Office in Court-nouse. Courts H. N. HOLUFIELD, Physician & Surgeon, Sandorsville, Ga. Offloe next door to Mrs. Bayne’s millinery store on Harris Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician & Surgeon, Sandersville, Ga. May be consulted at his offlce on Haynes street, in the Maaonio Lodge building, from 9 a m to 1 p m, and irom 3 to (pm; daring other hours at his residence, on Churoh street, when not professionally engaged. April 3 1880. Watches, Clocks AND JEWELBT REPAIRED BT JERNIGAN. POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11:30 a. m, 1:30 to 6:00 p. m. E. A. Suiaitaw, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only 91.60 per annum. PUBLISHED BT JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JERNIGAN. KF“None genuine without our Trade Mark. On hand and for sale, Spectacles, Nose Glasses. Etc. blusic, Music. GO TO JERNIGAN FOB 7I0LINS, ACCORDEONS, BOWS, STRINGS, _ Rosin boxes, etc. Machine Needles, OIL and SHUTTLES I or all kinds oi Machines, for sale. I will a “ u order parts ot Machines that get broke, and new pieces are wanted. A. J. JERNIGAN. W * , ° rk P n P e r figures up that nrmis J P re8ent income Vanderbilt coma daily visit 8,000 circuses, eat 10,000 lemonaT inUt3 aDd dlink 5 ’°° 0 glassfs The Cincinnati Saturday Night meekly “ t S: ." r * 10n girl talks about the to her beau,” does she menn his suspenders. I am poor; I am shabby. There’s something about mo That fellows In broadcloth will look on nskanoe; The maids in their solt-flowing flounces will doubt me, And sneer il I offer my hand in the dance. But when I am sad there’s a vision that cures me, And lightons the hoart that has sunk in my breast; In daylight and darkness it over allures mo; A jolly log-cabin far out in tho West— A shabby log-cabin, a slmky log-cabin, A jolly log cabin lar out in the West. Then ho ! lor the la.id where the sunsot is glowing! Good-bye to tho town with Its perils and wco I Whore forests aro waving and broad rivers flowing There is loom lor a follow whoso pockets aro low. It is tlioro In my fanoy whatovor bolalls mo, It shows mo tho joys that aro purest and best. Ah, sweot is tho vision that evor enthralls mo; A |olly log-cabin lar out iu tho Wost— A shabby log-cabin, a shaky log-cabin, A jolly log-cabin far out in tho Wost. Who caros (or tho scotn oi the city’s proud daughters, Wlmro fashion and lolly together agree ? Tlioro is ono who will dwell by Missouri’s lair waters, And wait at tho wash-tub lor lovo and lor me. Tho sounds that I boar aro tho voices ol child hood, Tho crow ol old chanticleer doing bis best; The homo ol my heart is a homo in tho wild- wood,; A jolly log-oahin lar out in I ho Wost— A shabby log-cabin, a slmky log-oabiu, A jolly log-cabin lar out iu tho West. I am poor, but I’m honest. Tito loiters that bind me Will lull in the West liko dead loaves Irom the tree; A prince on tho pratrio tho luturo shall And mo, As proud ns tho eagle, as wild and as free. What words shall I borrow to toll ol my rap- turo T When ovo warns tuo hunter ol homo and oi rest, With a gun on my shouldor, n door ns my capture, I’ll ride to tho cabin liir out in tho Wost— A shabby leg-eabln, a shaky log-cabin, A jolly log-cabin far out in the West. — Harper't Weekly. THE THROCKMORTONS. “ And so you arc going to marry Mr. Tlieodore Throckmorton P” said Aunt June, willi a suift'of disapproval. “Yes, I believe I am,” answered Rose. “The Throckmortons were always n stiff necked race. I wish you woll, Rose—1 wish you well; but I don’t care to have one of my girls marry into the family.” Ro3o forbore to answer that her girls were in no danger oi marrying into any family. “ Yes,” she pursued, “ they’ve always had filthy lucre enough—always there wine in the cellar, and their enpon on the spit, and their brocades and dia monds for tho ‘confusion of the neigh bors.’ There was General Throckmor ton, who used to lock his wife up in the old mansion-house, when ho went to court,for fear she would enjoy herself too much. Who knows but your Mr. Theo dore is a chip of the old block P A ty rannical set, the Throckmortons were, never at peace with their wives. There was Tristram, the first member ot Con gress from this district, or Stato,or what ever it was in those days—well, lie married the prettiest fool, and he broke her heart, and they used to say that her ghost wandered about the old mansion- house ; that a young lady who was visit ing there years after—visiting his. son’s wife—met her in the corridor, dressed in an old-fashioned changeable silk, with an ancient brass candlestick and lighted candle in her hand, holding it up to look at the portraits on the wall. Oh, I know the Throckmortons, root and branch.” “But Theodore doesn’t belong to this branch," said Rose, who was used to Aunt Jane’s tirades. “They all come from one stock—all from one stock; masterful people, the Throckmortons, carryiug all before them; walking over a friend if he stands in the way, breaking the hearts of women. I’ve even heard say that your Mr. Theodore, with all his solt manners, never got on with his wives.” “ You speak as if he had had a harem, Aunt Jane,” cried Rose. “Theodore has never been married but once; and if be didn’t get on with her— which I don't believe-it must have been her fault.” “I wish you well, Rose; but I'm thankful that neither Ellen or Amanda aro going to trust their happiness to a Throckmorton.” Could there be any grain of truth in Aunt Jane’s insinuationsP Rose pondered. Of course there was not a particle in her innuendoes about Theo dore; but were the Throckmortons a hard family P Of course Theo dore was an exception, if they were as hard as flint; and as for his first wife, Rose had scarcely thought of her vividly before. What liad she been iikeP had Theodore loved lierP bad she dreamed of another woman filling her placeP It seemed just then to Rose as if that must be the bitterest thing in al tho universe. She wondered if Theo dore did not possess a picture of her somewhere, that she might satisfy her uuu juiigu ii ib iiimi been painful for him to part from her— what manner of woman it was who had won his heart first. And she plagued herself conjecturing which he would have chosen had ho known them both. She felt a sort of anguish in behalf of this dead woman, who had stepped aside and let the sunshine fall upon her self. Now that she reflected about it, The odore had been strangely silent in regard to her, it was certain. Was it indiffer ence, or booause the grief was too sacred ? Does a man. she questioned, ever make his first wife the subject of conver sation between himself and her suc cessor P—describe her charms, make an inventory of her little attractions? Wouldn’t it be nwkwardP Rose had no experience to inform her. Per haps it' was temperament which de cided. This affair, however, did not dwell long in her mind; other things absorbed her—buying the last items of the trousseau, unpaoking presents, the perplexing task oi making a little money do tho serviceof a good deal, and tryitg on tho wedding dresB. Though the Throckmortons ns a family were weli known, according to Aunt Jane, in the neighborhood, yet Theodore was a com parative stranger, having’married and lived in the Soutli for years, after a for eign education. It was only a year since Rose and he had met on a railway train snowed up a few miles beyond Little Crampton. She had been to tho city to give a music lesson; he was coming homo to look nfter some property that had fallen to him in Little Crampton. Though they were but five miles from the station, yet t’.io storm was so cold and blinding that only n few undertook tho walk into town. There was but a handful of passengers altogether, Little Crampton people mostly, who did busi ness in the city, and returned at night; and it so happened thnt Rose was the only woman among them. They spent the night out there among the drifts- there being, fortunately, plenty of wood on board the train to keep them comfortnblo; nnd under such circumstances people make acquaint ance with comparative [ease. Mr Throckmorton, not wishing to travel on foot in the storm, and rather enjoying tho novelty o f the situation,had yet venturod out a mllo or so, and for ayed at a farmhouse, returning with a supply of dainties] which ho bogged Roso to share. He had observed that she was bored, sleepy and miserable; lie sympathized with her as a man in variably does with a pretty woman. Why is it that beauty in distress is more appealing than uglinessP Though for the matter of that, perhaps Mr. Theo dore Throckmorton would have folded In's wrap on her weary head, have braved the storm for her refreshment, and beguiled her tedium with anecdotes and nonsense, all the same, had she been the plainest old maid in Little Cramp- t >n; but then his conduct would have proved an exception to that of bis sex, no doubt. By daylight Rose nnd Theo dore were as intimate as if they had been born neighbors; and an acquaint ance begun thus, in a snow-drift, had drifted into a more tonder relation. In spite of Aunt Jane, Rose and Tlieodore were married, and set off in the early winter for Ids Southern homo; and what a new world it was which Rose had discovered! She used to wonder, during those days, if it was really herself, poor little over looked Rose Thornton, who had aright to all this splendor, lo all this love and devotion; if she should not wake up to find herself in her dingy little room at Little Crampton, in her black delaine, trying to make a]dime do duty lor a dol lar, with nobody kinder than Aunt Jane to look to, with all this happiness only a dissolving dream. “My life is like a poem," she said, al most daily. “I hope it will never become plain prose,” Theodore would answer. Mr. Throckmorton was called away on business affairs for a week or so, when they had been married a little more than a year, and at first it seemed to Rose as if the sun had gone under a cloud. She tried to occupy herself with a thousand trifles; the very roses in tho garden appeared to; hang their heads and drop their petals pensively; the mocking-birds sang out of tune; the atmosphere was oppressive as before a thunder-storm. Rose wandered about the house and grounds aimlessly, not knowing how to pass the time without Theodore. She romindea hcrse.f of the ghost of Mrs. Tristram Throckmorton haunting the corridors with her lighted taper to look at her husband’s portrait; she turned over the rare prints in the library; she opened the old-fashioned novels, written for a dead and gone gen eration; she drew a melancholy strain or two from Theodore’s violin, like tho wailing ol a banshee. One afternoon she bethought herself of Theodore’s diary of the war, which she had prom ised she should read whenever she wanted to descend to plain prose. “ It is hidden in a drawer of my private desk,” he had said. “Read it, Rosa- mundi,when you wish to be bored with in an inch of your life.” She opened the desk and began her search; but the diary was not so easily found. A friend had borrowed it not long before, in order to fix the date of some political events in his mind. But while she turned over his papers and opened the drawers, her fingers must have touched accident ally the spring of a secret compartment, which, flying open, disclosed the pic ture of a woman in a case bedded with pearls and emeralds—a woman with great velvety eyes like a panther’s, a rich color on the swarthy oheek, and a tense expression about the searlot curve of the lips; a face to haunt and perplex one. Rise shuddered be fore this apparition. “ Death is In her beautiful eyes,” she cried. “IIow she must have haled to die, and leave this pleasant world—and Theodore! How did he ever forget her and love me?” And then her eyes fell upon a shabby little diary pushed out of sight beneath the picture. "Thismust be Theodore’s," she thought; and she seated herself in a Sleepy Hollow chair to en( iy it, yot feeling as if that face would always come between hcrsolf nnd Theodore, unless she could lose herself in these pages and forgot it. In fact, so penetrated was she with thouglitsof this beautiful dead woman, whom Theodore had once loved, that she had been rending the diary for nn hour or ro, had turned the leaves, and had tried mechanically to follow the thread, before she awoke to tho conviction that it was not a novel she held, nor a record of the war, that it was not written in Theodore’s hand, but that it was a record of intense feel ing and agony —the diary of Julia Throckmorton. “80th.—And this is revenge, indeed! You starve both body and soul, Theodore Throckmorton — you who promised to lovo and cherish. Was I to blame because I could not love youP Was it my fault that you could not prove yourself as irresistible as RnphaelP Why did I marry you, thonP When they swore to me that Raphael was dead, shot through tho heart, what did anything signify? As well you as another. If I deceived you, it was booause you were easily deluded; you thought nobody could resist a Throckmorton. And how 1 hated you when Raphael came back, strong and beautiful, with that hunger in his eyes which I understood! What hours wc spent floating on the still river, which was like the picture of a dream, whilo you forgot us among your books, following the flight of comets, weighing tho stars and tho earth! I was a lost Pieiad, tho course of which you omitted lo reckon. What dusks were those, made [eloquent with love and melody! what sunsets bloomed for us two! what stars trembled into our heaven! And that black, gusty night— ah, I should have been happy, happy, but for you, Theodore Throckmorton All your wealth and lovo could'not purchaso happpiness for mo. I should have been happy with Raphael in Italy—yes, in Undos. Why did you not let us goP Why did you come down from tho clouds and the starry spaces, wake from your nebulous trance, just to binder two loversP Why did you staud liko the angel with the flam ing sword between ub and our paradise P And here, in this louoly prison-house, you make good your revenge. I might shriek for help, or a morsel ol bread and none wonld hoar me, shut in bj miles of plantation. Alas, I am so faint and worn! I dragged myseif to tin mirror to-day, and was scared at tlu ghost which met me. I shall never so: it again, for I broke the glass into atoms. Through the chinks of my blind I see tho ripe fruits dropping, only to rot upon the ground below, and I am so hungry—dying, dying of starvation in too lap of luxury; all my beauty van ishing liko a mist, crumbling into dust! W ho could have dreamed that Theodore Throckmorton would bo revenged on a woman for a sin she failed inP If I die •night I will haunt you; all the years - J your life I will haunt you; all the rnity after death I will—” ad the bitter heart ceased beating witli this inarticulate cryP “Julia Throckmorton died December 20,18—,” bad been written below by Theodore himself. While Rose had read, spell-bound, a thunder-storm had risen in fury, but she had not heecdd—one of those sudden flashes of the elements; tho lightnings had rent the sky, and had torn up at one troke a great tree on the avenue. Theodore, returning unexpectedly, hast ened through the grounds and house lo the library in search of her; she had used to fear the passion of these South ern storms unless folded in his arms; but she stood up now and confronted him, holding Julia Throckmorton’s diary ia her hand, a speechless horror frozen in her eyes, shrinking away from him, convulsed and cold. “You—you,” sho gasped —“you starved her to death, here in this lonely place; and—and I—I loved you The TLrockmorkns are a hard race;” and she fell fainting into his arms. That night the Throckmortons’ heir came home; but his mother made no rejoicing. She was going over and over the cruel diary; its words had burned into her memory; she was haunted by Julia's dying reproaches. But as the days multiply sho grows stronger, in spite of everything—strong enough to use pencil and paper, in which the nurse indulges her, and she writes: “ When I am better, Theodore, I will go back to Little Crampton. Baby and I will go to gether. Good-bye.” “Little Crampton, indeed,” said the doctor, who had entered, and taken the pencil and paper from her hands. ‘ ‘ Wliat train do you propose to take, Mrs. Throckmorton!” Then, as the tears stare into her eyes, he whispers: “Lot me give you something quieting. Your husband tells me that you have been reading the diary of Julia Throckmor ton. Theodore saved her from the dis grace of an elopement, buc she never forgave him; and, my dear child, her diary was the diary of a mad-woman.” “ And she did not die of starvation? Do you mean to tell me that Theodore loved and cherished her as he prom ised?” “ Yes, she died of starvation. She eluded the vigilance of her keepers, nnd starved herself to death in her frenzy. She died at the asylum, not in this lonely place, this prisou-house, and I attended her.” “ Will you call TheodoreP ’said Roso. —Harper's Magazine. Wild Fowl Massacres. Tho decoy—n fac-simile of tho wild gooso or duck—was tho first device em- plojod to allure wild lowl within rench of a j un. Formerly but six or eight were used. To-day a full set will num ber from sixty to two hundred, the larger number ns auxiliary to tho bat tery—a diabolical engino of destruction. The machine consists of a square box ol dimensions sulHolent to contain a man pi ostrate on his back. To tills box is ntlaohed a platform made of cedar boards. Tho latter vnrics in dimensions. Some are eight feet square, others twelve or fourteen feet, while many hava can vas fenders attached, the more com pletely to break the swash of the wnves. These machines can only boused during moderate southerly weather. They are transported on large sailboats to the feeding grounds of tho birds, where they are launched and anchored. About and on them arc placed large numbers of docoys, which arc so arranged as to lie head toward the machine., Tho largest body of decoys arc usually placed so that tho birds in passing shall swing off toward tho left bank. Wo will now imagine the gunner snugly stowed in his narrow box. Tho tender lies off and on to the leeward in readiness to pick up Ihe dond. Cripples are seldom retrieved. As tho battery is placed wide off shore, sometimes in the very center of a sound or bay, the crowd of decoys surrounding It nro very attractive to passing fowl. Tho gunnor, prone upon his back on a level with the water, is entirely invisible. Flock after flock, unsuspicious of danger, and seeking a favorite feeding ground, will dash in among tho decoys. The occupant of the battery at the proper moment rises to n sitting position and pours in among them a right and left hand gun. Possi bly at every shot four or five may be killed outright, nnd ns many more crip pled. The dead nro retrieved by the tender, while the cripples find tbeir way to the shore, where they either die a lingering death, or are destroyed by animals or birds of prey. When ducks are living freely, and the mnn in the bat tery is armed with a breech-loader, and is moreover oxpierienoed in this style of shooting, the slaughter is immense. The proportion of wounded to dead is large. It requires no very great effort to calculate the amount of mischief of which the battery is capable. Tho machine, however, is available only for certain varieties of fowl. Geese may bo killed from it, also widgeon, canvas- back duck, re l-head, nnd all birds whose flight is close to tho surface oi water. Black ducks and spring-tails, or bins which fly at a considerable al ii: ude, are apt to look into a battery, and consequently avoid it. Tho use of ilic.-e machines is not so harmful in large expanses of water as in small and narrow bays. Hero they are positively fatal, and should not be tolerated. Laws are, indeed, enacted forbidding their use, but no attention is paid to these statutes, and they arc used indiscrim inately. The fire-lighting of geese is done, of course, on very dark nights. On the bow of a beat a lantern, similar to cbe headlight of a locomotive, is rigged. The boat is slowly propelled toward the birds on their feeding grounds. These, when the light approaches, sit with heads and necks erect, motionless, and paralyzed with fear. They may be approached within twelve feet, More over, the birds in their terror huddle together, so that when tire is opened on them the slaughter is great. After being shot at, they rise on tho wing, and in their bewilderment often dash directly against tho lantern. The effect of dis turbing a wary bird like the goose after this fashion may be readily imagined. A single experience of the kind suflices to drive him panic stricken finally and forever from suclt localities. There is a law forbidding til is practice; it is sel dom or never enforced. We now come to the dusking of ducks. This is likewise a fatal and reckless way of killing fowl. The black duck, spring- tail and teal feed usually close under the sedgy shores. During the day, so per sistently havo they been pursued, it is difficult to entice them to the decoys; consequently they are shot in the dusk of the evening, when the shades of night obscure objects which experience has taught them to avoid. Iu the early even ing the flash of a gun is visible at a great distance; the effect on birds seoking their feeding grounds is disastrous. Laws have been enacted against this method of killing ducks. They are like wise never enforced. On every favor able occasion the shores are fined with gunners, who dusk birds far into the night. For days the particular locality is entirely deserted by theso birds, which, when they do return, fly high in the air, and peer cautiously about them. To bring them within gunshot is im possible.—Harper’s Weekly. “Well, Austin, can you read that P” “No, mamma.” “Well, it is rather difficult. Those are old English letters.” “Are they P Then no wonder tho an cient Britons couldn’t read or write.” The various theaters in New York city employ 94,000 people. RELIGIOUS NEWS AND NOTES. A Presbyterian theological seminary has been established at Tokio, Japan. Harvard college has had 14,988 gradu ates, of whom 2,344 were ordained as pastors of churches. Thirty-seven natives of New Zealand have been admitted to the ministry of the Episcopal churoh. The number of Congregational churches in Indiana is thirty-six, and the nggegnto membership of those churches 1,800. Copies of the New Testament in Japanese have been placed in the schools of Yokohama by o^der of the authorities of that city. It is said that the value of the offerings at a recent heathen festival in India amounted to $1,000,000, most of which camo from poor people. Dr. J. A. Warne and wife, of Phila delphia, recently made over to the American Baptist missionary union property valued at $40,000. Princess Eugenie, sister of the queen of Swoden, is actively engaged in enlist ing tho Swedish women in behalf of tho conversion of the Laplanders. St. James’ church, Philadelphia, loses its assistant minister, the Rev. Charles MorrisoD, who becomes associate reotor of tho American church in Paris. Tho Methodist Episcopal mission in Italy reports 430 members and 279 probationers—in all 709. There aro twelve native missionaries at work. Of the home missionaries of the Pres byterian church, who numbered 1,161 last year, 646, or nearly one-half, aro laboring wost of the Mississippi river. The Rev. Dr. Marshall, a prominent minister of tho United Presbyterian church of Scotland, died recently at Conpar-Augus. IIo received his degree of doctor of divinity fromtho University ol the City of Now York in 1806. The Chicago Interior h urging tho Presbyterians of the Northwest to bestir themselves and raise tho $100,600 for the theological seminary whioli is necessary to secure another $100,000 offered condi tionally by Mr. Cyrus H.[McCormick. The Methodist Central German con ference reports 1,075 probationers, 11,515 members, 92 local preachers, and 172 churches. There was a gain of 165 members and a loss ot two churches. Tae amount raised for missions was $0,885. Tho bishops of tho Methodist Epis copal church havo issued nn urgent ap peal to the denomination to come for ward and snvo tho Metropolitan church at Washington. It cost $225,000, and there is now outstanding a bonded debt of $30,000 nnd a floating debtof $10,000. There nro oighteen Presbyterian Hun- dny-scltoils which have over 1,000 scholars, and threo witli more than 2,( 00. The latter nro those of University Placo church, Now York city, 2,100; Bethany church, Ptiiladeiphia, 2,114, nnd Second church, St. Louis, 2,000. The Presbyterian board of homo mis sions, under its contract with the United States government, is preparing to es tablish boarding schools among the Western Shoshones, the Uintah and White River Utes, the Pueblos, Navajos and Moquis Indians. Tho seventy-third general conference of tho New church (Swedenborgian) in England lias been held in London. Up ward of 100 ministers and delegates were present. The Rsv. C. Giles, fraternal messenger from tho church in the Uni ted States, was received. The Germany and Switzerland Meth odist Episcopal conference hns recently held its twenty-fifth session, with liishop Merrill presiding. Letters from there report an increase in members and collections, with good prospects in gen eral. Bishop Morrill preached on Sun day to a congregation numbering over 1,200 persons. The average salary of Congregational ministers in Connecticut has been stead ily increasing during the last twenty years. From $812 in the year 1861, it 1ms reached $1,309 in 1880. But since 1874, when it reached $1,400, it has grown less, though probably the shrink age is no greater than has been noticed in tho incomes of other people. A few days ago there were ten mis sionaries of the American board iu San Francisco on their way to China and Japan, who had just arrived from the East. Two, on their way back from China, were also in tho city, making twelve missionaries of the board. One Baptist, two Presbyterian, and two of the Episcopal church, were also on their way to the far East, making seventeen missionaries on their way to and from their labors among the heathen. The Chinese Dread of Milk. “The milk is the white blood,” say the Chinamen, and on this ground they abhor using milk and all products of the dairy. In some stores of tho largest Chinese cities there is milk for sale, but it is not the milk of beasts, and is used for babes and old persons. Those of the European residents who insist upon getting milk for their coffee, commonly get that of swine. A Frenchman, says a French magazine, who lived in China with his family kept his own cow. His servant, a Chinaman, stole the milk in order to sell it to Europeans. At last ilis thefts were discovered, mid he was forced to drink the cow’s milk. That w.is the most dreadful punishment to which a Chinaman could be subjected, and that servant never dared to steal the milk afterward. Ths Golden Grain. Tlie grain I the grain ! tho beonlllul groin ! How it laughs to U.e br czo with a glad rolrain, blowing the lamiahing earth in her pain, Making her smile willi glee. Lilting in praise each bright golden crown, As It drinks the dew the Father sends down, Courting ihe sun’s warm lover-like Itown, Returning it smilingly. The giain ! tho grain ! tho bountiful slion' os A song ot joy thoir rustling weaves, For the gracious gilt thnt the oarth receives, Given most royally. From evory hillside, every plain, Comes the farmer’s song as ho reaps the grain; And the gentle breeze waits on the strain, In wildest harmony. He pours o’er tho earth his brimming horn, That tho valleys may luagli and sing with corn, While hopo, with her death trr..aoe, -Isos new born, Tho brighter days to see. MISCELLANEOUS. Bonds that are bard to redeem—Vag abonds. A dressmaker should be eareftil of her habits. One touoli of rumor makes tho whole world chin. London has lately instituted Sunday music in her public parks. There are twenty-eight colored minis ters in Hinds county, Miss. Every bnrness-mnker leaves traces of Ills work behind.— free Press. 8(According to Richard Grant White, “ hug” is a word that embraces a great deal. They were twins. The parents chris tened ono Kate and tho other Pupil- Kate. Batchers are not to be relied on; thelr’s is a skin gome.—Waterloo Ob server. What is the difference between a fixed star and a meteorP^Ono is a sun, the other a darter. Frank Lord, of Niw York, who is so skillful with his pistol that he cuts in twain a card thrown up edgeways, is a lion in Paris. The English language is very com prehensive, but the language used by the natives of Finland has m >re of the real Finnish to it. Captains Howard an 1 Garret, of the British navy, have hod to pay $21.75 for letting their dogs worry a cat for the diversion of the officers at Portsmouth. Turkish officers, long unable to get a cent of pay from the sultan, are offering their services to Greece. Whole reg!- monts are ready lo.desert on the small) st encouragement. The chips of an apple tree 200 to 30 years old which was cut down ' neat Stratford-on-Avon were found after dark to emit a strong phosphorescent light like that of a glowworm. Accident insurance companies now ask applicants for policies: “Do you ever go within half a mile of an arohery club at practice?” An affirmative an swer socks on the double rates for ex traordinary risks. SI Itching on a Button. lie liad never tried it before, but ho was naturally a self-reliant man, and felt confident of his ability to do it. Moreover, his wife had gone to the country. Therefore, carefully selecting from that lady’s work-basket the thickest needle and stoutest thread, he resolutely set himself to the task. He carefully rolled the end of the thread into a point, and then, closing one of his own optics, lie attempted to hll up the needle’s soli tary eye; but the thread either passed by on one side or the other of the needle, or worked itself against tho glittering steel and refused to be persuaded. How ever, llio thread suddenly bolted through the eye to the extent of an inch, and, fearing to loose this advantage, he quickly drew the ends together and united them with a knot about tbe size of a buckshot. The button was a trouser one, but be liked the dimensions of its holes, and it was only going on the buck of liis shirt anyhow. As he passed the needle gently upward through tho linen, lie felt a mingled pity and dis dain for men bungling over such easy jobs; and, as ho let the button gracefully glide down the thread to its appointed place, he said to himself that if ever he married a second time it should be for some nobler reason than a dread of sew ing on buttons. The first downward thrust had the same happy result, and, holding the button down firmly with his thumb, he came up again with all that confidence which uniform success inspires. Perhaps the. point of the needle did not enter to the bone, but it seemed to him that it did, and liis com ment upon the circumstances was em phatic. But be was very ingenious, and next time would hold the button by one edge and come up through the hole nearest tbe other. Of course he would. But the needle had an independent way of suiting itself as to holes, and it chose the one where the thumb was. Then the needle got sulky. It didn’t care about holes, anyhow, if it was going to be abused for them, and the button might have been an unperforated disk for all the apertures wbieh that needle could thenceforward be made to dis cover, without infinite poking and prodding. It always came through when it was least expected, and never when it was wanted. Still he per severed, and it was not until he finally discovered that he had stitched over the edge of the button, and hod sewn it on the wrong side of the shirt, that he utterly broke down.