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-—— tfjfc!- rt- V • An' r ,'L * 7: ?> 7* • v*- i ."■ i nq qpcoml- class mutter (it the Handors- E ,,Wred vilU Postotlice, April 27, 1880. SandorsTllle, Washington County, Ga. PUBLISHED BV A . J. JENNICAN, PrOPIUETOB AND PUBlJlBniR* THE! MERCURY. THE MERCURY. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. A. J. JERNIGAN, PnorniETon, DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. $1.50 PER ANNUM. .Subscription. ...$l,50 per Tear, j VOL. IT. SANDERSVILLE, MAY 1881. NO. 7. NOTICE. ’■All communications Intended for this pa per must be accompanied with the fall namo a the writer, not necessarily for publication, but as a guarantee of good faith. Wo are in no way responsible for the views or opinions of correspondents. m G. W. H. WHITAKER, dentist, SANDERSVILLE, CtA. Ten mm (’Asn. Ofljre nt his Itesideuco, on Harris Street. April!), 1880. D. B. EVANS, at Attorney H.VNDEnSVILLE, GA. Anril 3, 1880. Law, DR. WM. RAWLINGS, •bysician & Surgeon, SAXDLRSVILLE, GA. Office at Sandersville Hotel. April 10, 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, BANDERS VILLE, GA. Hal attention given to tho collection ol Oflloo in tho Court-liouso. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Hnmlorsvillo, Ge. 'i'.-npt attention given to all business, (dice in northwest wing of Court-house Mnvi, 188(1. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Sandorsville, Ge. Will prantice in tho fitato and United State i courts. Oflleu in Oourt-houao. H. N. H0LLI FI ELD. Physician. and Surgeon, The Press. Thoro is a giant in tho land, A mighty power and great, With stalwart arm and iron hand— A rulor in tho stato! A being whom no fear controls, Though tractitblo and mild— Tho master of a myriad souls— Yot mastered by n child I It owns a namo whoso magic jiowcr Can rnako its thunders felt, And nations tromblo at the dower Its mandates ayo liavo dealt; It kuows no timo, it owns no lord,’ Its bolts speed far and free— O’er nations wido its voico is heard— Its tones o’er land and sea I Varied the trumpet notes that peal From printed book and page j Teachings that hid man’s spirit thrill With lovo of bard and sago; Procopts of noblest worth, whose sood Wido sown is—duty douo ! That flro afresh tho soul’s high nood Till truth’s strong goal is won 1 At times it tolls somo talo of blood, And olioeks grow whito and wan, Of battles fought by field and flood, At riso and set of sun ; It sings of victory’s cruol prido, Of diro defeat and sliamo, Itsgorgnn bend is htUdred-eyod, And Rumor is its namo ! It tells another talo at times, With accents clear and high, When mingled swoot with marriage chimes Tho marriago train sweeps by; It rings of joy and merrimont; It sounds of pain and woo (. Somo piean glad through nations sent— Somo death-knoll tolling slow i When monarchs fall, when peoples rise, When nations rouso their might, Tills power leads on through earth and skios Tho vanguard of tho right; Its banner is tho printed page That Haunts o’or tower and town, And all tho lro of tyrants’ rago In vain may toar it down i SanderaviUo, Ga. Office next door to Mrs. Bayno’s millinen tore mi Harris Stroct. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, liysieian. and Surgeon, Kandersvillo, Ga. , V* he Consulted at his office on Havn * ’'tr. t, In tho Masonic Txalge building, from o !° 1 >’• In ;> * n, l from II to 6 n. m.; during m!h r lm’ir-8 Rt )i|b roRldonco on Church fltm t unon not prof 'Hmou&lly onirtKod. April 3, l.vjo. 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PUBLISHED BY JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH BUY YOJUt Spectacles, Spectacles FROM JERNIGAN. MY NEIGHBOR None genuino without our Trade Mark. Du hand aud for sale. Glasses, Etc Music: Music; -GO TO- JERNIGAN —FOR— B °WS, STRINGS, Iio sinboxen, &c. Machine Needles, °il and Shuttles f °it ALL 1 ’rilfalroonior 1 MA » C —™ ERl fo . r 86,9 Ret wr' of Machines that ,.?! I0n > lor which new Pieces aro wanted. ,T ; JERNIGAN. I),ULi ' points. IKTO BTOOL ">»" BOOM WB — t.^g. Jt-'* ?° ra nourijIiiBeal from >h. Mil, 8"** »vtrM >*«“ a*Mlop«i .. w wsaftass®® pzfp" ir ■ your to 0‘l.,mdFanier.' HtU C, '* YT0K . /*■, hi. n.ntM, D*l- I was just s tavting in life as a clerk in a law oflico in New York city when I met Sergo Vnronin. I lived then quite alone, with no influential friends to ad vance my interests, and a mother to sup port out of my meager salary. My lodgings wore therefore very humble, and in a comparatively poor quarter of the city. I had taken a scantily furnished room on tho top floor, where I passed most ol my evenings in copying law papors, for which my employer paid mo extra. It was not long before my curiosity be- j camo aroused in regard to my neighbor. I Our rooms wore connected by a door I and late as it was when I went to bed I could always see the light in his room ^ through tho chinks, and hear far into tho "woo sma’hours” his heavy meas ured tread—tramp, tramp, tramp—as he paced up and down, until it faded away into my dreams. The first timo wo ever exchanged ci vilities was one evening when I had re turned homo lator than usual with somo important documents to finish, and in my haste turned out my gas. Not hav ing a singlo match left I groped in tho dark my way to his door and asked him for the loan of one. I also seized tho opportunity of studying his person and surroundings. Ho was a man apparently fifty or fifty- five years of ago, tall, with rounded shoulders and slightly stooping figure. His face was heavily lined, and his hair touched with gray. From the glimpse I caught of his room I could see that it was comfortably furnished, and that pipes of various sizes and shapes adorned the wall over tho fireplace, before which an immense easy-cliair was drawn, Tho few words ho uttered in responding to my request betrayed an almost im perceptible foreign accent. f made several overtures of friendship after this, but they were so coldly re ceived that I decided to let matters take their course, and merely nodded to him whenever ohance tlirew us in each others way. Well, four years went by; things had materially changed for me. I had been promoted in business, and could well afford to do away with the arduous work of copying. Moreover, two of my evenings each week were devoted to tho sweetest little woman in the world, whom, God willing, I expected to many as soon as my means allowed. My acquaintance with my neighbor, too, had progressed. Very slowly, to be sure, but now, for nearly two years, we had spent evenings that were not other wise occupied over his grate fire. I can scarcely say I knew Serge Var- onia much better than on the first night I mot him. Ho was a strange, taciturn man, a pessimist, a misanthrope. Whatever interest he felt in me he tried carefully to conceal, as if n regard for any human creature were a reflection on his principles. For mysolf, in spite of his gruff ways, I grew to liko him much. He was a sort of enigma to mo—a man of vast learn ing and culture, and yot taking such pleasure in being boorish and bitter. Sometimes ho would rolate an anec dote of his experiences in his own coun try— I may here say thnt he wns a Rus sian—or elsewhere, but ns if recalled by the evident pleasure with which I listened to him, ho would abruptly end, and relapse into his usual gloom, or sud denly break out with a furious diatribe against mankind in general; but of his own personal history ho novor once spoke. Ono night I returned home in a par ticularly happy mood. That afternoon my employor had called me in his oflico, and given me a guarantee of so excel lent a futuro that I had hurried to soo Jenny, and we had decided to sot our wedding/lay for the same date tho fol lowing year. I hurried into Varonin’s room to tell him the good news. Ho was sitting, as usual, before his fire, smoking. Beside him was drawn a table, on which stood a pot of steaming coffee. Ho motioned mo to a chair, and of fered men cup of hot coffoe. This I took! and cried, hilariously: “Wish me joy, Vnronin! This day next year will bo tho happiest of my life. All through Jenny, dear little woman !” Your wedding I" lie exclaimed, sharply, “ I’d rather it woro your funeral. Then it would bo a quick journey to your grave, instead of a slow, tortuous one. Do you know of what this dato is tho anniversary for me ?” Ho leaned across tho table and gazed at mo fixedly, whilo his pale faco was drawn up with pain. “This is the anniversary of tho death of every joy my lifo possessed, of every hope my heart harbored—of my youth, my strength, my honor—and all througli a woman—curse them! Frank Dennison, look at me. Before I will soe you blast your carcor, I will tear asido the cloak that covers my past, and show you my ninod life. Listen. You see mo a gray-haired man, whoso youth has perished. Do you think it was time who has thus aged me? No; it was a woman. I am barely thirty-eight years old. Thirteen years ago I did not look forward to this. No; thoro was not a cloud on my horizon then. I was an officer in a Russian Imperial Guard regiment, stationed at St. Petersburg, and I was married—married to a woman whom I thought an angel. Groat God ! how I loved her—how she seemed to love mo 1 She showed it not by words alone, but by every glanco of her boau- tiful eyes. Her face was tho loveliost, most innocent, ever created, and yot it covered a heart blacker, falser than hell.” Ho stopped short a moment to wipe tho damp from his forehead, and then' continued, in a low, hoarse tone: I was happy, happy, happy, for threo years, and then tho end camo. At that time, you must know, secret revo lutionary societies began forming all over tho country, under the leadership of such men as Bakunin, to undermine tho government of the Czar Nicholas. “Ono of tho principal aims of these people was to spread disaffection in the ranks of tho army and to gain it over to tho cause of Nihilism, as it is now called. Well, tho military authorities became exceedingly vigilant, and both officers and men woro thrown into prison on tho slightest suspicion of treason. “ I remember leaving the barracks for home one evening, closely enveloped in my great fur cloak, which had been hanging on a peg in tho ordnance-room. When within a few yards of my dwell ing, in one of the suburbs of the city, I was suddenly seized by a party of soldiers and dragged to military head quarters. Here, at a colonel’s com mand, I was searched, and, to my unspeakable amazement and utter hor ror, a bundle of revolutionary docu ments and handbills were found in ono of the pockets of my fur cloak. “Liko lightning it flashed across my mind that I had become the victim of a base conspiracy, and I protested my innocence in the strongest of terms. But all denials, all expostulations, were useless, and I was thrown into prison to await my trial by court martial. “My first thought in confinement was for my wife, and 1 managed to send her word of my misfortune, entreat ing her at the same time to visit mo. “ For three days I waited, but she neither camo or wr ote. On the evening of the fourth day the cell-door opened, and the general of my brigade entered. “ He was a man I had always regarded with intuitive dislike, but as he had often evinced interest in my welfare, even visiting me at my home, I had combated my feelings as unjust, approached me. “ ‘ Sir, lie began, ‘ I have come to night in the capacity of a meditator and a friend, and I hope that you will under stand your interests and take my words in good part.’ “ I assured him that I would. “ ‘ After all tho years that I have held your loyalty to your czar and to your flag to be out of question, after all tho kindness I have shown you, that you should thus disgrace your regiment and your general—’ “ ‘ It is untruo ! I am innocent of the charge!’ I cried, springing to my feet. “‘Hushl’ ho returned, pityingly, ‘ tho documents were found in your pos session ; the cose is ns good os proven. If my own son had turned against mo, I could not bo more cruelly wounded. But even now I cannot forget what have felt for you, and the remembranco drives me to forget my dignity and posi tion. Even if I wore not prompted by this consideration, I would have another incentive—your poor, heart-broken wife. I wish to spare her the horror of your conviction, which is certain.’ "I groaned aloud. “ * I will prove my innocence. Would to God that I could but soe my wifo I’ “‘No,’ ho said, sternly; ‘if I woro not perfectly convinced of your guilt, and if your wife were not equally so, I would not bo hero to-night. I have come in defiance of all my principles of right, and of my sense of duty, to give you d chance of escape. Here aro a thousand rubles; the doll door shall not he locked to-night, and the sentinel will let you pass out. The watchward is, “ Tho Emperor Paul.” You will find plenty of outgoing vessels at Oronstadt. Once on board of ono of them, and you are a free man. But, and here he paused an instant,’ I have ono stipulation to make, and it is that you do not attompt to see your wifo again.’ “ ‘ What! ’ I cxglaimed, wildly, ‘ inno cent though I am, you would have me fly like a deserter,* nnd liko a coward abandon my wifo V” ‘“It is your wife’s wish novor to see you again.’ ‘“It is a lie!’ ‘“Will her written word convince you?’ Show it to mo I ’ “Ho drew from his poekot a paper on which was written in my wife’s hand this brief sentoneo: “‘You have failed in your duty as an offcor and a gentleman, and I wish to seo your faco no moro. Sho who v. - ns your wife.’ “Ho watched me closely. “ ‘ Do you accept V’ “‘No—a thousand times no! My wife novor wrote this of her own free will. I know her too well.’ “Then ho cried, vindictively: “‘You may repent all this at tho court-martial, of which I am president. Thoro is such a place os Siberia, west of tho Ural mountains. Remember that.’ “ Distracted as I was, it now begin to dawn upon mo that tho plot of which I Imd fallen a victim might havo origi nated in higher quarters than I had at first supposed. Of what use to straggle ? I folt that only by regaining my liberty could I over right tho wrong that was done mo. So, mastering all my self- control, I exclaimed: “ ‘ I accept your offer! ’ “ ‘ You are wiso,’ he returned. * Now don’t bo seen in St. Petersburg, but flee to the nearest vessel or your doom is sealed!’ “Ho threw the monoy into my lap and then loft me. I followed his instructions that night and escaped to Oronstadt, where I boarded an English merchantman that brought mo to Lon don. From there I wrote to my wifo, and, receiving no answer, then wrote to my brother, Vladimir, also an officer in the army. His answer fell upon mo liko a thunderbolt. My wifo had obtained n divorce from me and had married the general. It was a matter of public no toriety in St. Petersburg. So this was then the secret of my ruin; she had sac rificed mo to obtain wealth and posi tion. On receipt of the terrible nows I gave up all hope and came to America, a broken and embittered man. “Now you know my lifo; now you know what hell-work a woman can do. Will you rush madly on to the hideous fate that awaits you ? Think of what I have said—think well.” Ho paused, then ended, quietly: “Novor refer to this again, I pray yon, Frank. We are both tired. Good night.” I left the room mechanically, shocked by what I had heard. Hour after hour his lonely tramp up and down his apart ment was audible. Hour after hour I brooded over bis terrible story. But in spite of the strong impression it had made on my mind my faith to Jenny could not waver for a moment Voronin saw this, but he never spoke of it. One night I was invited to attend a reception at my betrothed’s home. On my way out my neighbor called me into his room. He was standing in his cus tomary position, with his back to the fire. Glancing at my dress suit, «o smiled sarcastically: “Going to chase tho bubble sooiety and be drenched in tho spray? Going to court heartache from tho woman— who you now think loves you? Go, fool—’’ Then a sudden clinngo passed over his faco. “No, no,” he said, holding out his hand, “friend—I call you by tho name I thought would novor cross my lips— friend, don’t mind my mocking words. I am sour to the core, but you dosorvo a happier lot. God grant you will have it! God bless|you, Frank; good night.” As I was leaving tho room ho called after me. “Look in when you got homo. I may go to tho postomco to soo if there’s a letter from my brother; but I will bo homo by twelve.” I promised and hurried away, much touched by all ho had said. Tho even ing passod pleasantly and rapidly, und it was far into tho night when I left. When I renchod homo I stopped at Var onin’s door and knocked lightly. All being silent I concluded that my neigh bor slopt, and went into my own room. Bofore I had quite undressed, howovor, it struck me that I had left my watch on his table, hud that I would want it early in the morning. I opened his door nnd looked in. Tho gas wns flaring up brightly, intermingling with tho pale morning light which crept through tho window blinds. Vnronin was sitting at tho table with his head rosting on his outstretched arms. Still thinking ho had fallen asloep I advanced on tiptoe. In tnking my watch I inndvortoutly touched his hand. Good heavens! it was icy cold I Alarmed, I seized him roughly. His head fell back. His eyes wero staring and glassy. Ho wns dead. I rusbod to tho stairs nnd eallod loud ly for help. When I returned to Varo- nin I then first noticed a letter lying under his hands. It was written in a strange language, and by its sido lay an envelope bearing the namo and address of the doad man, and a Russian postage stamp. If I left tho missive there, I thought it would but become a target for tho curious eyes of somo coroner, and it might contain tho secret Varonin had kept so jealously from all but me. I therefore placed it in my own pocket A few days later I gave it to un inter preter. In English it read ns follows: “My Husband—For in lien veil’s sight such you aro—and novor in thought— though in deed and word guilty—havo I ever boou false to you, my heart’s own and only lovo. For ton miserable years have I lived through this hideous lie in conformation to my oath.; but now that death is very nonr I cannot pass to my rest—a rest longed and prayed for— unless I first dear my soul in your eyes. I havo only a few short hours to live, Serge. Oh, God! that I could hear your dear voico utter my pardon for a deed that has wrecked both our lives, though, heaven knows, 1 prayed that I alone might suffer. On tho night that you were thrown into prison ton years ago, tho man who before tho world is my husband came to me. In words that still rack my brain ho told me that you woro guilty of treason, and that your fate was scaled. Ho said that I would be thrown on to tho world help- loss, and then, telling mo he loved mo, nsked mo to become his wife. I did not believe liis words. I could earn my bread, I told him. I would never be liis, for I loathed him. Then, then, Sergo, he placed bofore mo the alterna tive of sacrificing your life or mine. Ho said that it lay in his power to rain you or to save you, and that he loved me with a love that would daro all to possess me. If I did not swear to be his he would causo your transporta tion to the mines of Siberia. I held your fato in my hands. Sorgo, you know wlmt my answer was. and, believ ing me faithless, you havo cursed me. But now that all is known to you, you will no longer cherish bitterness against the woman whose happiness was for ever sacrificed for your sake. I am dying, Sergo, holding but to tho hope that when wo meet you will greet mo onco more with tho tenderness for which my heart has hungered so long—so long. Come to me soon. Farewell.” At tho end of this letter were a few lines in a different handwriting, signed by Vladimir Varonin, stating that tho dying woman had requested him to for ward her missive to Sorgo. So ended Varonin’s story. He had answered his wife’s dying appeal-he had gone to her. Well, there is little more to add. He was buried quietly, and Jenny—who is now my wife—and I often visit his lone ly grave. Ours are the only hands' that place flowors there, for in our hearts alone lives any memory of my neighbor. THE HOME DOCTOR. WOMAN’S COLUMN. An exchange says a suicide shot him self somewhere “ near midnight.” That must be a fatal part of the anatomy, but will some surgeon please tell us where a man’s “midnight” is located? We are in the dark on the subject.—Keokuk Gate City. From March 1, 1860, to March 1, 1881, 7,000,000 of hogs entered Chicago, anil not one of them left the city alive. An exchange says: Lot any one who has an attack of lockjaw take a small quantity of turpentine, warm it and pour it on the wound, no matter whore tho wound is, and relief will follow in less than a minute. Nothing better can bo applied to a sovoro cut or bruise than cold turpentine; it will give cortain re lief almost instantly. Turpontino is also a sovereign remedy for croup. Sat urate a piece of flannel with it and plnce tho flannel on tho throat nnd chest, nnd in every enso threo or four drops on a lump of sugar may bo taken inwardly. We hnve soon dyspeptics who suffered untold torments with almost evory kind of food, snvs an exchange; no liquid could bo taken without suffering; bread became a burning acid; meat and milk woro solid liquid fires; and we have seen their torments pasr away and their hunger relieved by living on the white of eggs which have been boiled in bubbling water for thirty minutes. At the end of a week wo have given the half yolk of the egg with tho white, and upon this diet alone, without fluid of any kind, wo have seen them begin to gain flesh and strength, nnd quiet, refreshing sleep. After weeks of this treatment they havo been able, with care, to begin upon other food. And all this without taking medicine. Hard- boiled eggs are not half so bad as half boilod ones, and ten times ns ensy to digest ns raw eggs, oven in egg-nog. It is surprising to somo Amorican visitors to European hospitals to find that consumptive patientH are kopt in n department for thomsolvcs, whilo tho samo care for separation is not cxlubitod in regard to diseases deemed moro oon tagious on this side of tho ocean. Yet tho conviction thnt pulmonaiy disenses are infectious is gaining strength among American physicians, and it is a note worthy fact that tho fathers of medicine, Hippocrates and Galen, inclinpo strongly to that opinion. The samo be- liof has been entortnined all along by many prominent physiologists and anatomists. Consumption often arises from eating of tho moat of animals with diseasod lungs, and actual experiment lms shown tlmt when different animals havo fed on the diseased lungs of a cow they havo been attacked by pulmonary disease. A rigid supervision of all meats sold, aud a thorough system of ventilation in houses, and especially in hospitals whore consumptives are treatod, soom to bo tho host preventives against the acquirement and communi cation of this malady. There aro no parts of the human ody that need more attention than tho foot. If tho eyes, oars, lungs or other moro delicate organs become deranged, they givo warning by ailment. It is otherwise with tho foot. Tlioy may be neglectod or oven abused without any bad consequences being immediately folt; they will to a cortainty bo eventu ally felt, and folt very sorely too. An excessive flow of blood to tho head, ex treme liability to cold, disordered di gestion and other numerous evils aro the results of inattention to tho feet. Tho feet should be regularly washed and wiped every day. Stockings should not bo put on while there is tho slight est moisture on the feet. The stockings absorb tho moisture, and gradually re turn it to the feet, thereby causing them to feel cold and uncomfortable, nnd wlmt is worse, when the feet are cold, circulation is interfered with, and the whole system, especially tho brain, is thrown into an abnormal state. Keep tho feet clean and warm, tho head cool, and tho bowels open. If you wish to preserve your wholo system in good working order, be sure and preserve your feet. Lot all our readers profit by these remarks, and they will soon feel by experience that we are not exnggernt ing tho consequences of proper atten tion to the feet. Sick headache is the result of eating too much and exercising too little. Nine times in ten the causo is in the fact tlmt tho stomach was not ablo to digest tho food last introduced into it, oither from having boon unsuitable or excessive in quantity. A diet of bread and butter, with ripe fruit or berries, with moderate and continuous exercise in the open air sufficient to keep up a gentlo perspira tion, would cure almost every case of sick headache in a short time. Two teaspoonfuls of powdered charcoal in a half glass of water, and drank, often gives instant relief. Sick headache with somo persons come on at regular inter vals, and is the signal of distress which the stomach puts out to inform us that there is an over-alkaline condition of the fluids; that it needs a natural acid to restore the battery to its fonnor normal working condition. When the first symptoms of headache appear tako a tablespoonful of lemon juice clear, fifteen minutes before each meal, and the same dose at bedtime. Follow this up until all symptoms are passed, taking no other remedies, and you soon will be able to go free from this unwelcome nuisance. Many people will objeot to this because tbo remedy is too simple, but many euros have been effected in this way. An Indian Bilde’n Dmilm. There are but few instanees of devo tion that prove the existence of love in a higher degree than that given by Kit Carson’s Indian wife to her brave and manly lover. While mining in the West ho married an Indian girl, with whom he lived very happily. When he was taken ill a long way from homo word was sent to his wifo, who mounted a fleet mustang pony and traveled hundred of miles to reach him. Night and day sho continued her journey, resting only for a few honrs on tho opon prairie, flying on her wonder ful little steed as soon as bIio conld gather up her forces anew. She forded rivers, sho scaled rocky passes, she waded through morasses, and finally ar rived, just alive, to find her husband better. But tho exposure and exertion killed her; she was seized with pneumonia and died within a brief space in her husband’s arms. Tho shock killed Kit Carson, the rugged miner—ho broke a blood vessel, and both are buried in one grave. i New and Klrimii NecIc-DreMlaf. A now nnd elegant neck-dressing si mndo with a very wide collar of ruby velvet edgod with a frill of duoliesso loco. A scarf of gold and ruby Persian brocaded satin is laid in plaits, and fastened to edges of oollar, which does not quite meet in front. The scarf is carried down tho front of the bodice nnd fastened to the belt with a small cluster of bright flowers. The lower edges, wltfoh gather in at the waist, are edged with the lace corresponding with tho trimming upon the collar. These collars are exceedingly becoming, and can bo mado ol different materials and colors if desired. Pictures of Charles II. furnish an exact copy of this particu lar style of collar, which nearly cover tho shoulders of the wearer. The bro caded scarf in front is a modem supple ment. HnthlM Notes. Coiffures havo just enough additional fullness, either from false hair or in genious arrangement, to make them becoming. Chemisettes of cream white, pale blue, and roso colored surah, and of India muslin in the samo colors, will be much worn by young girls. Batin surah or soft twilled satin black and in dark shades of color, is the popular and fashionable silk dress ma terial of tho coming season. Stockings must match the dress in both the color of the ground and in tho flower or figure embroideries on the in step, when the dress is composed even in part of flowered or figured mate rials. Long gloves reaching above the elbow havo the longth above tho wrist oftener formed of alternate rows of lace and kid than of kid alone ; the tops are in variably finished with a frill of lace above the elbow. All cotton and linen printed dress goods, including sateens, momie cloths, oalicoes, lawns, batistes, organdy mus lins, and percales come as a rale, with borders for trimmings, and these bor ders aro wonderfully improved in color ing and design. Dark gray shaded to silver gray is a favorito ombre silk for bonnets, tho trimmings consisting of steel and silver ornaments, and shaded dark and silver gray ostrich tips. The Moral Character of Birds. Poets may weep to learn from an or nithologist who writes to the Lpndon Globe that bird-life is far from idle hap piness. Birds have all the bad 1 qualities of mankind. They are deficient in love for their offspring, and have no more conjugal affection than the traditional rover. Their moral nature is depraved. They hiss and scold and swear, and ex hibit terrible pugnacity. The majority of singing birds have the tempers of wasps, and ore apparently never so happy as when they are quarreling. A fourth of their lives is passed in scolding and fighting. In their singing season, which is also their time for mating and conten tion, severe pitched battles, fought be tween candidates for matrimonial life, are’ of continual occurrence. The fe males fight furiously for the males, an<i when the contest is over, the conquerors march off with the objects of their choice, unless they should be met on the road by other viragos and compelled to give lUptlioir husbands by force. A male bird will allow two hens to fight for him until one of them is killed, and then with due humility accompany the victor At this period of the year the woods and the fields are the scenes of desperate battles. Shrieks of triumph or defeat mingle with the love-notes of the newly- mated. The very songs we hear at dawn of day are more the result of rivalry and . ambition than of joyous thanksgiving, the feathered youngsters being desirous of drowning the voices of others or of excelling them in vocal power in pres ence of the females. - rim ‘■V* Chicago boasts of 16,000 opium-eat ers, while St. Louis lags behind with 10,000. At this rate this country will soon rival China in this loathsome vies. HU $£ m i' i 'H