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rjjjE MERCURY* , . .ponnil-clws mat,tor at tho San* •^"Sl-ffio* April 27, 1890. dentine, ^lagton County, Ok rosuaBBD »t JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. |l.Mp«reir. THE MERCI R1. A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietor DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. 91.60 PER ANNU* VOL. I. SANDERSVILLE, GA., FEBRUARY 1, 1881. NO. 44. Alusic, Music. GO TO jernican fob tiolins, accordeons, BOWS, STRINGS, ROSIN boxes, etc. Machine Needles, OIL and SHUTTLES a ii kind* ol Machines, lor sals. I will iilio orilor parts ol Machines that get broke, and new pleoes are wanted. A. J. JERNIGAN. G. W. H. WHITAKER, DENTIST, Sanderiyillo, Qa. Terms Cash. Office at bis residenoo on Harris Street April S, 1890; THE MERCURY. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. NOTICE. All ni—ssininiiVT-T intended for this paper must be accompanied with the loll name ot the writer, not necessarily lav pnblir cation, bat as a goanurtM of good iaith. What IsT Wealth and glory and plaoe and power— What are they worth to me or yo>iT For tbo leaso oflito runs out in an hour, And death stands ready to claim his due. Bounding honors, or heaps oi gold— Wbat nre they all when nil is told! A pain or a pleasure, a smile or a tear— What does it matter which we claim? For we step Irom the oradle into the bier, And n careless world goes on the same. Honrs ol gladnoss, or hours of sorrow— What will it matter to us to-morrow? Troth ol love, or vow ol Iriend, Tonder caresses, or oruol sneers— What do they matter to ns in the end? For tho brio! day dies, and the long night nears. Passionate hisses, or tears ol gall The grave will open andcovor them all. Homeless vagrant, or honorod guest, Poor and humble, or rich and great, All are raoked with the world's unrest, All must meet with the common late. Liio Irom childhood till we are old— What is all when nil is told? —Ella Whetltr, A TERRIBLE ADVENTURE. B. D. EVANS, Attorney atLaw, April 8, 1880. PandenvUle, Ga. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, Bandersvilla, Ga. Office at Bandersrills Hotel. April It, 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, Baadersville, Ga. eoUeotion ol Special attention (ires' cUmi. Offloe in the Cosit-Honse. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, BandersvQle, Ga. Prompt attention given to all Jmslnesa. Offloe in northwest room ol Court-Honse. Mu, 4, 1880. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Sanderaville, Ga. WM practice in the Stato and United State* Court*. Offloe in Court-House. H. N. HOLLIFIELD, Physician & Surgeon, Sandersville, Ga. Offlcs nest door to Mrs. Bayne's millinery More on Harris Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician & Surgeon, Seademrille, Ga. May be ooasnlted at his offloe on Haynes •treet, in the Mesonio Lodge building, Irom 9 U® *° 1 P m, and irom S to • p m; daring otoer hoars at his reeidenoe, on Chureh street, wnen not protoaaionally muihmiL April 8.1880. Watches, Clocks ASS JEWELRY Mr AIDED BY JERNIGAN. POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 6:00 p. m. E. A. Sullivan, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only $1.60 per annem. PUBLISHED BY JERNIG\N & SCARBOROUGH. BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JERNIGAN. f®*“None genuine without our Trade Mark. On hand and for sale, tel lasses, Etc. fc’PoHM'oriSM DRILL POINTS. ? level, cover beautifully, and Instead of crawling ‘ »i, scatter It 3V, 4, and 6 Ins. j der apart, nave more ROOM —, —... nourishment from tbe soil. ^ become - * c *Uy believe "'heat, about a week ago, nn«l I with your Point. re <r Unp third more wheat where it was drilled •°und liztu.fhi.l_ nitJ lie had measured some rows, and 'ling tuWsr ajxirf, vo more nourlshn ucoonic more vigorous, produce better developed avor& K o heads. Send for Illustrated Pamphlet .litTMtlmotUkti, J.A.JONES, WILM1HGT0K, " In the spring of 1876 Mexico was in a tumult. Lerdo, the chief justice, suc ceeding to the presidency at the death of Juarez, and afterward elected for a sec ond term, announced himself as a can didate for the third. His political opponents, enraged at the thought of a third term, uprose in all directions and declared for Diuz. In March of thiB year only the rumblings of the rebellion were heard, but society was daily be coming more and more disturbed. Armed men were everywhere about, and many bands ot lawless ruffians were scouring tho outskirts of the cities and towns, stealing Irom the farmers, and leaving behind them desolation and despair—truly a peculiarly dangerous and unfortunate time for a foreigner to set out on a journey. On a lovely morning in early March young American gentleman left the town of Matanzas to travel to Jalapa The nurrow road at first winds up the side of the mountain, turning sharply around sudden bends, where a single misstep ot the horse or mule would hurl tho rider far down into the valley below. It is as if the great mountain had been hollowed out, and the jagged sides left standing, with a rudo path trending from the baso to the summit. The American wns accompanied by six na tivo horsemen mounted on mustangs similar to his own, and four footmen The whole party wero armed. After passing about halt way up the mountain side the traveler halted, and motioned to his followers to do the same. For a long time he sat motionless in his saddle gazing out at the exquisite picture be fore him. In the distance, far below, lay tho wonderful valley of Matanzas, tho “Garden of Mexico.” The rich, excessive vegetation could plainly be discerned, and a few light and graceful clouds hung drifted against the tower ing rocks. Tho beams of the lately- risen sun were pouring over tho hill tops and illuminating the vast plain beneath with a fresh and rosy light. He must have been indeed a prosaic and unappreciative man who would pass carelessly by suoh a wonder-work ol nature. His reverie was suddenly broken by a shout from above. Looking up he saw a single horseman picuing his way care fully toward him. He was soon recog nized by the men as a resident of Mat anzas. When he drew near he Rpoke rapidly and excitedly to the escort in their peculiar patois, gesticulating vio lently all the while. The effect was immediate and start ling. The entire body of native horse men, with one exception, and all the footmen, turned sharply around and msdo their way rapidly down the moun tainside, without a word of explanation or farewell to their employer. The only one who remained was Filomeno, who had been sent by his master, a friend of the traveler, to accompany him to Ja lapa, and who understood English after a fashion. He Sat motionless in his sad dle, gazing after his countrymen, now fast disappearing around the curves of the pathway. “ What’s the matter, FilomenoP” ask ed the American at length, rising.in his saddle as he spoke, and shading hi-, eyes with his hand, as he looked alter the deserters, “ what did that fellow say that has made all this fussP” “ lie said,” replied the Mexican slow ly “ that revolution has already broken out at Jalapa; that tho terrible soldiers of the plains ore before us, and that i you proceed you will be surrounded and killed. ^ Stuff,” said the American,” “I am not afraid. Filomeno, let us go on. And, as he spoke, he tightened his hoi on his horse’s rein, and was about to proceed, when he saw that Filomeno had not stirred. •“ Come, Filomeno,” said lie, time is slipping by and we must be off- Surely you are not afraid to accompany me P “Nomatter,” answered the Mexican, “ but I cannot go as I am. Allthe robbers know Filomeno. and woujd give a good price for my head. If I go Wlth you I must go disguised *°und sixty • 1 oni t°bl nit* ho had measurer! '?;» Ot the ,nu "-' *on*U> <>r row o«*lnet /ort|f e JvI„ 0f H. CLAYTON, , j got five h,iKVw.( 0, V* J' aw * 0 /Afiddletoi%3^el.,and Farmer," ISJi your Point, tt,! t0 llcru ">«• wheat, where I drilled showing you no "avor 1 th ° 1 B»ve them a (air JOSHUA CLAYTON, Jit., Mt, l'lcaaunt.'bel. Wait;” and, turning around, he scrambled _ljghtly anTquickly back from the road towa^a little hut near by. whence a thin wreath „,™.kj,w»o»rll» g l»olg“0“'“f, the dear morning an. when he scarcolv fifteen minntes, and when again drew near the American hardly ,,. knew him. Filomeno had disappeared under the guise of a charcoal-burner. “[Now I am ready; I have left my horse where it will be taken care of," he said, and now on foot he fell into his old place close behind the American's mustang. And so they journeyed on, up into the clouds and then down again, over the rich breasts of valleys which are only found in the tropics, and along the tracks of old watercourses, and through brooks and little rivers of a peculiar greenish hue. Around them was nature in all her wasteful luxuriance, but no sign of anything humau to help or hinder them That night they encamped in a small valley, and resumed their journey at daybioak. At eleven o’clock on the morning of this day they were drawing near Jalapa. The sun was beating down out of a cloudless sky; the heat was in tense; and a doep stillness seemed to have settled over the great plain. Be fore them was tho valley of Jalapa; on the right the volcano of Orizaba, its cone white with snow and ice, its sides covered with that luxuriance of foliago only known where eternal Bummer reigns. The American, too tired even to notice this, was nodding in his saddle, and for a long time hnd not spoken to his com panion. He was aroused by a low cry from Filomeno. Turing toward him and following the dirrection of his eyes, he saw a iargo body of horsemen gallop ing toward him. He could see at once that they were not regular soldiers. They advanced in confusion, and no two men seemed dressed alike. It was a squad of the dreaded guerrillas on a foraging expedition. With a terrible feeling of dospair the American again looked around for Filomeno. He had tied. The American was alone, with 100 wild and lawless Mexican robbers bearing down on him, like a rushing wind across a placid lake. In a moment, as it seemed, they were upon him and around him. Resistance was usclesB* A score of pistols pointed at him, a score of swords were raised above bis head, and a score of long sticks with knives on the ends, called “ rnatche- zies,” were pricking him in all directions He was pulled off his horse in a twink ling, stripped naked in the midst of a dense circle of howling savages, who were cursing and fighting for his vari ous articles of dress. At length his clothing, arms and valuables were divided. The leader of the band, with the American’s watch dangling from his belt, shouted out an order to his men. The troopers armed with “matohezios” rode up to the prisoner and commanded him to walk before them. “ You Ameri can dog,” they exclaimed in Spanish, ‘ ‘you dog of a spy.be off to J alapa. When wo get you there we’ll teach you to sneak around our lines. March!” And in order to add emphasis to their words they prodded the prisoner with tho points of their “matchezies” till the blood started from more than one wound on his arms and legs. Angry, faint and sore, and half blinded by tho fierce rays of the sun, the American wheeled around and upbraided the leader for these in dignities, and especially for depriving him of his clothes. In reply one of the soldiers pulled out from under his saddle a piece of coarse and filthy matting, which ho carelessly tossed to the pris oner. Take this,” he said; “ it is too small for you, but the fleas in it will keep you warm." And so, wrapping his dirty covering about his shoulders, our countryman started on his painful march to Jalapa. At three o’clock in the afternoon they reached the town. The American was hustled into a wretched adobe hut on the outskirts of the village, and the Mexicans, after posting a guard around the place, tied their horses under a shed and gave themselves up to rest and bois terous recreation. Inside the hut on a rude bench the American sat silent hour after hour. At length be walked to a little window and begged for water. There was no response. The bare walls only echoed bis cry of “Aqua! aqua!” All the next day, too, the prisoner was kept without food or drink or clothes. At times his mind wandered a little. At sunset the cool evening air somewhat revived him. He moved his bench under the window of the hut, and stretching himself under it listened carelessly to the idle conversation of the soldiers outside. Suddenly his heart gave a terrible throb; a cold perspira tion overwhelmed him, and he fainted. What he had hear was this: The sol • diers were talking about a fair that was to open in Jalapa on the morrow, and they were detailing to a new-comer some of the amusements that had been planned for the occasion. We are going to have a shootiffg match at noon," said one; “we have got an American spy in that box yonder, and we are going to tie him to a stake and shoot at him with our revolvers. Whoever bills him will get five silver dollars. The dog’s hours are num bered ’ These were the words which had fallen on the American like a pall. It was probably much less than hour that the prisoner lay insensible, Then he roused himself and, like the brave man that he was, looked his doom in the tnce. So he was to die, and die the death of a miserable cur; he, the inhabitant of a pleasant Northern city, with youth, health, kind friends and fortune. To bo tied to a stake in a Mexican market place and shot for a paltry prize. These thoughts were maddening He called fiercely to his captors to liberate him; lie strode fur iously up and down the room; he rushed to tho window and rattled the bars; and finally from sheer exhaustion ho sank down on the floor in despair. He lay still for a long time. He could not mark the hours, but at length he knew by the oool w ind that crept in through the bars, that day—his last day—was not far away. Then ho heard a coc'i crow; and then he saw a bright ray of sunlight come flashing into his hut, and he was sure that he had but a few hours moro to llvo. He made up his mind that ho would die bravely. He rose to his full height, stretched his limbs, and raised his head proudly. As ho did so he heard the sound o! horses galloping toward him. Ho rushed to the window and looked out. A cavalry officer in a fine unif rm, with flashing arms and equipments, and followed by a squad of men, was com ing overy moment nearer and nearer, .Tbe lounging guerrillas around his prison started up and stood respectfully aside; several who lingered wero knocked over by the hurrying hoofs of the horsemen. The officer rode close up to the hut, and, pulling his horse almost on to his haunches, he leaped to the ground. With a quick and angry command to the guard at the door the bolt was drawn back. The American, entirely naked, was standing in the middle of the room. Advancing, and speaking in English, the officer said: “ Who nre you, and where do you come from P” “ I am an American traveler from the State of Massachusetts,” was the reply. “ Massachusetts i” said tho other; that is near Connecticut. I went to school in that Stato years ago. I like Americans. Yesterday I heard in this city that some rascally follows had cap tured an American and were going to torture him at the fair to-day. It is fortunate for you that I have come.” Then taking off his co it ho insisted on the American wearing it, and, in re sponse to his call, other garments were soon obtained. “Now,” said the officer, “take this horse and come to my quarters.” TUen, turning around, he shouted out in Spanish to the chief of the guerrillas: “ Francisco, if I hear of another prank like this, I shall send my orderly to blow out your brains." At the officer’s quarters in tho city, our countryman received every possible attention, and as soon as he was rested and refreshed he was furnished with horses and money and escorted safely to Vera Cruz. AN ARIZONA WONDfiK* Han’t Let the Fire Go Out. Curtis Andrewa, living in the Fourth district of Carolina co mty, is now eighty-two years old. His wife is nearly the same nge, and they have lived together for sixty years. Their life has been plain and laborious,but their faces wear a look of smiling content that draws kindly feeling toward them. When asked tho secret of Ills happiness, Andrews replied: “Well, sir, I have always noticed that there i3 more trouble between man and wife over making the fire in the morning than anything else. If they can get along smoothly about that, everything else is smooth. " jf-s wife and I went to housekeep ing together in our log cabin fifty years ago. We’ve only got one fireplace, but that’s a big one. When we moved in said to her: • Sally, I’ll make the fire and I’ll tend to it.’ I made that fire, and it’s been burning ever since. For nigh fifty years I’ve fixed it up in tho morning. I’ve never had any matches in the house, and there are never any sulphur smells in the household. While that fire burns, sir, there is peace in Curtis Andrews’ house.” SOME OLD PEOPLE. A Remarkable Oar* in the Sant* Rita Mountalrii-The Boltomleae Fit. The Tucson (Arizona) Citieen says: For several years the existence of a cu rious cave noar Greaterville has been known to the miners of the vicinity, but the difficulty of thorough exploration has deterred many from visiting it, and half its wonderful extent is yet un known. From P. J. Coyne, a well- known and reliable prospector, who is in the city, in company with Mr. John son, a Citizen reporter gathered some interesting facts regarding the cave, the result of’a partial exploration. The cave, which is known by the miners as the Aztec, is located about four miles south of the Greatervillle placers, in a limestone ridge. Quite recently a party of miners, numbering eight dr ten, including Mr. Coyne, determined to discover, if possible, the extent and resources of the cave, and provided themsclvos with ropes, candles and other necessities. They explored sev enteen rooms in all, theoorridorsand approaches to whioh extend nearly a mile from the entrance. They ex perienced great difficulty, os their pro gress was frequently interrupted by abrupt breaks in tbe plane of the cave, at which breaks they rapidly used up their available supply of ropes. Tho cave has two entrances, which lead into an oval cavity, thence a corridor leads iuto a large room, and thence into a still largor. In from tho latter are two smaller cavities, and these comprise tbe extentof former explorations. In them have been found at various times in the past relics of Indian occupation, in cluding arrows and skeletons. In one place several Indian skeletons were found in a depression in the floor of the cave, evidently fash ioned by human hands. This latter com is described as being of marvelous beauty. It is irregular in shape, and is full of all tho various forms which tbe action of time has the power to create. In one of theso rooms is a group of al most perfect statuary. It consists of a large block of limestone in tho shape of a man, woman and child, the man being in the center, and al o having the closest resemblance to humanity. The head is especially like that of a man, having the features almost distinct, and surmounted by a hat. A short distance away from the group, in tho flickering candle light, the illusion is said to be absolutely per fect. At this point the cave discloses tho strange feature of being two-storied, to reach tho lower rooms of which it is necessary to descend by means of ropes. Here the extent of tbe old explorations cease, and the adventurers had to be careful lost some new and strange fea ture of tho cavejoauso them trouble. In one of a group ol three lower rooms was found a huge stalagmite, which was instinotively called Pompey’ P ilar. It is three feet in diameter as tho base, and lessens gracefully in size to the roof of the cave thirty feet high. This is probably 600 feet below the sur face. From the rooms last mentioned corridor leads to a very large and irregular cavity, and from this small corridors lead to very beautful rooms, which were given tbo names of diffeicnt members of the exploring party. The one named for Mr. Coyne i3 tho largest in tho cave. From what was named Halo’s Room” the parly followed a steeply inclined tunnel, seventy-five or eighty feet long, which terminated in .a large abyss sixty or seventy feet Jin diametor. Alter lowering one of the party down the perpendicular sides from the mouth of the tunnel as far as the re maining rope would permit (about seventy feet), and failing to find bot tom, tho explorers named it the “Bot tomless Pit,” and returned. Robert Stewart, of Clearfield county Pa , is 100 years of age, and is still very active. Mrs. Bridget Connelly died in Walt ham, Mass., on Monday, at the alleged age of 10S years. Mrs. Henry Bryan was in her ninetieth year when she died. She went to live in Centerville, Ohio, in 1813. Joseph Berlin, of Boll township, W est- moreland county, Pa., died reocntly, after he had become a centenarian. The oldest man to speak from a politi cal platform in the late campaign was AmoB Perkins, of Unity, N. H., who is in his ninety-third year. Mrs. Fannie Hill, of Hardin county, Ky., is ninoty-flve years old; and Marcus Crandall, commonly known as the hero of the Algerine war, is in his ninety- fourth year. John Brown, of Browns lille, Md., is ninety years old, and still holds the post- mastership there. He is the oldest office holder in tho country. He waB appointed in 1630, by President JaokBon. Shadraeh Clayweil, a Western pio neer, died at his home in Woodbine, 111., from a fall from a load of hay. Ho car ried the first mall between Galena and Freeport, marking his course with a hatchet. Mrs. Hannah Solvers, of Mount Piepl ant, N. J., has celebrated her ninetieth birthday. She is the mother of heavy weights, the lightest of her children tipping the scales at 940 pounds and the heaviest at SCO pounds. Altoona is proud of thirteon of her citizens, whose ages aggregate 1,119 years. One of them, James Ncwburry, who is in his eighty-fifth year, served in the war ot 1919, in tho Mexican war, and throughout the late rebellion, John Kynor was born at Mount Hope, N. J., in sight of the old furnaoe and foundry in which, during the Revolu tionary war, oannon and cannon balls wero made by the Continental army. He died recently nt Boonton, aged ninety-four years. Fivo generations of tho Longfellow family aro living under tho same roo at Malcom, Iowa. Charles Longfellow has in his family his mother, aged near ly sixty mine; his grandmother, aged ninety-three; hU own daughter, and her little child of threo months! W# in in an way responsCd* for th* viown r snfoi—a of The Carpenter’s Plain Narrative. " Ob, beam my life, my awl to me I” He cried, bis flame addressing— II I’d adze suoh a love as yours, I’d ask no other blessing 1” " I am rejoisl to hear you speak,” . The maiden said with laughter, " For tho’ I hammer guileless girl, Its piano what you are miter I’ “ Now, if die love you |ust a bit, Wlmt lurther will you ax ms ? Now will you bo content to that, Or will you inrthor taoks me?” He looked hand-saw her words were square! " No rival shall displaoe mo— Yes, one more iavor 1 implore, And that Is, doar Em, brace met” HUMOROUS. A Desperate Duel. The Pesth correspondent of the Lon don Standard describes a tragical affair which occurred recently at Bittse, in the Trenczin county, Hungary. M. Smia lovsky, who was in his nineteenth year, and son of a landed proprietor, and M Moravsky, aged twenty-one, whose father was district magistrate, agreed some weeks ago to settle some romantic differences by a duel. Having ordered pistols from Vienna they went together the evening before the combat to a local ball and appeared to be on the most friendly terms. In the early morning, when the dancing was over, they went arm-in-arm to the apartments which they were occupying in common and took a.few hours’ rest. At 8 30 o’clock they went out alone to a neighboring forest and took up their positions at a distance of only three paces irom each other. Both fired and both fell. M. Smialovsky was unable to move from the spot, but M. Moravsky was able to drag himself to his lodgings. An hour elapsed before a surgeon was able to reach the man who had been left on the ground. On the sixth day after the duel both of the duelists died, each having previously made a formal declaration that the cause of this desper ate encounter was an affair of honor. A Hollow Man. Joshua Joynes, a man well known in the eastern par t of Virginia as a glutton sat down to dinner near Onanoock, Ac comae county, and disposed of a bill of fare which consisted of filteen pounds of pork, twelve links of bologna sausage, souse from one large hog, one large goose, which the gormandizer had been fattening for a month, one full grown chicken, one peck of sweet potatoes, one dozen large biscuits, one large mince pie, and six cups of strong coffee. Joynes sat down to this repast at one o’clock, and at 2.30 he had disposed of every article named, picked the boneB of the fowls, and took a glass of eggnog. He then smoked a pipe, jumped on a horse, and rode five miles through the frosty air. Joynes weighs 250 pounds, and is a good-humored old feilow of sixty. Georgia proposes to go into a new industry—tne cultivation of cork trees. Experiments recently made with acorns procured from Spain have been satis factory. There are some well grown and very interesting specimens of the cork tree at Milledgeviile, with bark thick enough for use. The condition of the trees demonstrates that they find a genial soil and climate in Georgia. flora lor Fuel. Thera are plaoes in tho West and Northwest whuro scarcity of fuel has forced people to burn corn again thiB winter. The frequent recurrence of the fuol famino in those plaoos loads a cor respondent in the St. Paul Pioneer-Press to suggest what he calls a practical solu tion of the problem. Coal cannot be found, and tbe use of wood will soon ex haust the available supply of that arti cle; corn is the only substitute, and must be the fuel of the iuturo. For stoves it is superior to any other sub - stanco, hard coal only excepted, and it is cheaper than anything that is likely to be used for fuel. Two or three acres of corn will afford an ordi nary iamily a year’s supply of fuel; and this writer alleges that the same corn sold in the market, and tho proceeds turned either into wood or coal, will not begin to do it. Of courso he speaks ol ttie far northern prairies. Corn may be used in either a wood or coal stove without any change of grates, and makes a steady hot fire, which can be regulated as readily as a coal fire. Two bushels of corn in the ear, it is estimated, will keep a comfortable fire the coldest day In winter. Regarding the squeam ishness about burning an article that is used for food, the writer says pointedly: “I would sooner have au acre of corn that con be replaced in a single yet r a!wn to bunr an aero of timber that if, taken years to replace, oven on the score of sentiment.” There is common sense in this. It is cheaper for people on the fertile prairies to raise their fuel, as they do their food and save what little timber they have for other purposes—sentimental squeam ishness should not deter them from doing so. Moro cooked food is daily thrown away than would feed the hungry poor, and it i3 done without compunction. While there can be no excuse for this wastefulness, theire is good reason for burning corn when it is of more value for fuel than the proceeds would be if used in the purchase of wood or coal. When does a look get ripe-enough to pick P How to raise the wind—Use a pair of bellows. A novelty in needle work—Setting np tho obelisk. An expert skater possesses an ioe ac complishment. " Teeth inserted without payin’,” re marked the tramp, as he bit into a stolen pie. “ Figures won’t He.” Yes they willl See how nicely they lie on each other- 1881. i,“Say, mamma, when Vesuvius has eruptions, do they give it sulphur, as they do moP” Better to keep warm by a thirty dollar stove than freeze by a polished five hundred dollar heater. We hear about the finding of the jury in all sorts of cases, except a dry goods caso. Why don’t the jury ever hide in one of those? Make up your mind jnst what yon would do if your steamboat collides or takes fire, and then practice on it out from a two-story window. The butter was strong enough to make tho syrup run, the coffee held its ground well, the potatoes made eyes at the affray and the beet blushed scarlet. If there is anybody who has our sin- cerest sympathy it is the dear young man who has on a white vest so stiffly starched that ho feelB os if he was clap- boarded in front. There is enough gold bullion in the New York assay office to keep the Puiladolphia mint employed ior six months in coining gold exclusively. And jet some people think this country is going to the dogs. Wo think it is going into “ eagles.” An experienced matron says: “A man will oat soggy biscuits twice a week without a complaint when his girl in vites him out to tea, but when the girl becomes bis wife, it there is the faintest indication of a touch of saleratus in them, the neighbors will tbink the dis trict school Is out for recess by the racket he makes.” During tho recent civil conflict there wore two volunteers lying beneath their blankets, looking up at tbe stars in a Virginia sky. Says Jack: “What made you go into tho army, Tom P” Wei',” replied Tom, “I had no wife, and I love war. Wbat made you go Jack P ’ “ Well,” « plied the latter, “ I had, and I love peace, so I went to the The house which Davy Crockett once lived in at Lawrenceburg, Tenn., is still standing, and divers persons in the neighborhood possess legal documents written out by his own hand as justice of the peace. He had a mill near the house, but it is said went off hunting and electioneering while his wife took care of the grinding. Mrs. Crockett was a woman of great strength, and could handle sacks of grain with ease. An English lawyer went into a bar ber’s shop to procure a wig. In taking the dimensions of the lawyer's head, the barber exclaimed, “Why, how long your head is, sir!” “ Yes,” replied the legal gentleman, “we lawyers have to have long heads.” The barber pro ceeded with his vocation, but at length exclaimed, “ Why, sir, your head is as thick as it is long!” Blackstone winced. Changed Her Mind. George Bovard is the name of a young Methodist minister who attended the annual conference of the M. E. church at Mercer a couple of years ago. While there he and a young lady teacher of the Soldiers’ Orphan school, located in Mercer, fell in lovo with each other. Her name was Clara Shaffer. Ho was about to start for India to Christianize the hcathou. A correspondence was kept up between the two, and he wanted her to come to him, be married, and assist him in his labors. He had no money to pay her expenses, and she had none. In this emergency a few months ago she made a confidante of “Dick” Wright, a heavy clothing merchant of Mercer, and he being a big- hearted man witfi generous impulses, offered to supply her with what money she needed to reach her far off lover. She gladly accepted his offer, and at once began her preparations for the long journey. “ Dick’’and Miss Shaffer were thrown much together for a while, and about the time she was ready to start he was deeply in love with her himself. But he said nothing, and she started fbr New York with enough of “Dick’s*, money in her pocket to take her to India. Two or three days after her departure he grew despondent, and chided himself for having given away hi3 chance for Virchow, an eminent German anato mist, has written a treatise on the well authenticated cases of human beings with tails. He says, an infant, born at Aldenburg, bad a tail whose movements were under its control, though it waB usually doubled up like a pig’s tail. A New York undertaker displays in his window a miniature hearse, drawn by four prancing horses, and a little coffin with a doll inside, surrounded by a group of mourning dolls, Dr. Legoff, of Paris, allowed blood to be pumped Irom his own veins into tbo body of a wounded soldier—the operation being that of the transfusion of blood. The sick man recovered and tbe doctor’s health failed. Ho tried change of climate in hope of improve ment, but without avail, and be finally died from the effects of his generosity. C. S. Read, tbe English commissioner who inspected the farming in this country, told an English farmers’ club recently that if farmers in England would livo as poorly as the Western pioneer and do without the same com forts, they could make ns much money. marrying Mis3 Shaffer himself. A xHl thought struck him, and that was to fol low her, and, if possible, overtake her before she boarded a steamer in New York for distant India. He acted promptly on the thought, took the oars, reached New York, and found the ves sel on which she was to sail. Miss Shaffer was already on board; he made known his affection, asaed her for her hand for himself, was accepted, and the two returned to Mereer a few days ago as man and wife. The outcome is a little rough on the young minister who is wrestling with superstition and idolatry in the jangles of India —Pittsburg (Pa ) Commercial. Women physicians practiced their profession xn Egypt over 3,000 years ago, and then, as now, there were medical schools that adopted the co-education plfW.