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—-- the mercury. Siiiulprsvlllc, Washington County, Go. PUBLISHED BY A. J. JERNIGAN, PnOPBIETOll AND PuLLISHEB, Subscription. .11.80 per You-. the mercury. A. J. JERNIGAN, PnonuETOR. DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. SI.50 TER ANNUM. VOL. II. SANDEKSVILLE, GA., JUNE 7, 1881. NO. 10. Watches, Clocks AND JEWELRY BEPAWED BY JERNIGAN POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 0:00 p. m. E. A. Sullivan, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY Only $1.50 por.Annum. published BY JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles FROM JERNIGAN. None gonuino without our Trade Mark. On hand and for Bale, Spectacles, Nose Glasses, Etc MUSIC! MUSIC! -GO TO- JERNIGAN -FOR- BOWS, STRINGS, J tOSIlV BOXES, Machine Needles Oil and Shuttles At the Restaurant. It In the pretty waitor-girl— She's one among a Booro; And tih not that I lovo them loss, But oh, I lovo her moro ! Down to tho festive board 1 nit; Sho stands behind my chair; I eatch tho Hlight auggestivo eougli Tliat tolls mo bIic is tliore. Sty pretty, pretty waiter-girll Hlio liatti a pleasant voice; Of chops and steaks, of lisli and fowl, Sho hiddeth me make clioico. I ponder on my littlo joko While fingering tho menu; Tlion: “ If I wero to order duck, I might, perhaps, got yon.” Her eyes aro on tho table cloth; Their glauco, it is severe “Or, ahotdd I call for venison, ’Twore you ngnin, my dear.” She wears tho lofty look of ono Who soarchcth the top shelf; “Pray, do not ask for goose,” sho said, “For yon might got-yourself.” —Boston Courier. ONLY ONE FAULT. t'on ALL KINDS OF MACHINES, for snl ■ i will also order parts of Machine, that get broken, fur which new pieces aro wanted. V. .T. .TERN1GATS G. W. H. WHITAKER, DENTIST, SANDEKSVILLE, GA. Tkiims Cash. Ofllco at his ltosidoneo, on Harris Streot. April 3, 1880. B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, SANDEKSVILLE, OA. April 3, 1H80. DR. Wflf. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, SANDEKSVILLE, GA. Office at Sandorsville Hotel. April 10, 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, notary public, BANDEUSVILLE, QA. 8pecial attention given to tlio collection ol claims. OHico in tho Court-house. 0. H. ROGERS, 1 • -Attorney at Law, Sandorsvillo, Ga. Prompt attention given to all business. ... Dmco in northwest wing of Court-house. May 4, 1880. C. C. BROWN, -Attorney at Law, •Sandorsville, Ga. comli Ip e 0 i icc . in estate and Uuitod States wniris. Qfaoe i„ Court-house. H. N. H0LLIFIELD, ■Physician an{ j Surgeon, Sandcrsvillo, Ga. store'en ^ oor to Mrs. Bayno’s millinery !. ro 011 Harris Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician and. Surgeon, Sandorsvillo, Ga. Street oonsplted at liis oflleo on Haynes t. tn to i 10 Masonic Lodge building, from % ather hmiil' antl f rom 3 to 6 p. m.: during lyhen nnt I. 11 "r U . R rosi< foneo on Cliurcfi Stroct, April^^‘^"y^gagod. '’"liMHMlKteel l>It11,1. POINTS. 3 utd «!! ’ S°7 r i** utl fully,and instead of crowding * ia X. ™ vnt ! ne, ‘ ro "». wstlor It 8W, 4, and b ins. ; VA • Undin * "idtr apart, hire tnora ROOM fc T0 STOOL, derive mow nourishment from th. mil. becomo more rigorous, produce belter derelopca are rage heads, Sen.l for Illustrated ramrhlet I w T-7—J.A.J0NES, WILMINGTON, DKL '••livffi,!; W brother " Zt!T L™ .VlS ™ l 1 """' wh H ri fl„S ut V-Hrer hen ' I . ,1L had ,n «»»rcd t T® f n,e n|<l M 'v‘r * an,e I,! ligtli of run H. CLAYTON. 1 «ot n Vo Farmer.” hh j°i ir p 0 j n . ,J* to the acre more whent, where 1 drilled M i »buwii, x Yf) y the old style. 1 gave them a fair " JOSUVA CLAYTON, Ja., lit. PIcMMt. Del. Von may soo it in Greenwood ceme tery. A splendid tombstone with n lady’s namo upon it. Not Ruth Holly —though that in tho namo under which you shnll know her—but a prouder name, and ono you may have heard. Flowers grow about her tomb and the turf lies softly over it. You would scarcely guess her life and its sad end as you -tood there. Rather would yon fancy that lovo and tenderness sur rounded ono, over whom such piles of sculptured marble rears itself, from her birth unto her death. It is a story such ns I seldom write— this life of hers—ono that ennnot be ended by happy reunions and tho sweet sound of marriage bolls; but there are too many such stories iu tho world to be quietly passed ovor, haply there be any warning in them. Tho lives of others are, if wo read thorn rightly, tho host sermons over preached, and this of Ruth Holly’s is only too truo. Yot it began very sweetly, like somo old pas toral poem. She loved and was beloved again, and tho man sho loved had only one fault. Ho wns young, ho was brave, he was witty, he was handsome, ho was generous; his lovo was devotion, his friendship no lukewarm thing of words; ho had great talent and great power. Hiseloquoneo had thrilled many an au dience worth tho thrilling. What ho wroto touched tho soul to tho very quick. Ho was an amateur painter and musician and overywhoro was loved and honored and admired. Ho had only one fault in tho world—ho drank too much wine at times. When he did so he turned, so said convivial friends, into a very domi-god. It was wrong, but not so bad as might have been, and he would sow his wild onts somo day they said, loving him as his friends all loved him; and so Ruth thought. Swoet, lov ing, boautiful Ruth, to whom ho had plighted his troth and wooed iu verse and song and with his most eloquent eyes long before ho put his passion into words; but so did not think Ruth Holly’s father. This ono fault of Ed ward Holly’s overshadowed his virtue in | his eyes, and ho refused him his daughter’s hand, giving him the reason why plainly and not kindly. “ You’ll bo a drunkard yet, Ned Holly,” said tho old man, shaking his head, earnestly. “ I’ve seen men of genius go tho samo road beforo. I’ve often said I’d rather have no talent in my family, since it seems to lead so surely to dissipation. My sons aro not too brilliant to bo sober men, thank heaven, and as for my daughter, only a sober man shnll have her for a wife; you’d break her heart, Ned Holly.” So tho dashing man of letters felt himself insulted and retorted hotly, and tho two wore enemies. Ruth suffered bitterly, sho loved her father, and sho loved Edward, to disobey her parent, or to break her lover’s heart, seemed tho only choice offered her. She had other lovers, sho had seen much society, and had been introduced to tho highest circles in France as well as in England, but amongst all tho men she had known none pleased her as Ed ward Holly did. Not what ono styles an in tellectual woman herself, she reverenced intellect, and her affections were in tense. The strugglo in her heart was terrible. She met with her lover by stealth, against her father’s will, but for a long while slio rosented his entreaties to marry him in defiance of the old man’s refusal. At last, angered by her per sistence in obedience, Edward accused her of fearing to share the fortunes of one comparatively poor—one who must carve his own way up life’s steep hill without assistance. Tho unmerited re proach sunk deeply int o her warm heart, and in a sudden impulse of tenderness and sympathy she gave him tho promise ho had so long sought in vain. They were married that ovening, and before morning were upon their way to a far- off city, where Edward, sanguine and conscious of power, believed that ho should mnko for himself a name and position of which any woman might be proud. To her father Ruth wrote a long letter, imploring his forgiveness, but tho answer crushed all hope witliiu her bosom. “ As you sow, so must you reap, weio THE MERCURY. r PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. NOTICE. jWAII communications intended for this pa- por must bo accompanied with tho fnll name o; tho writer, not necessarily for publication, hut as a guarantee oi good faith. We aro iu no way responsible for tho views 01 ludoions of correspondents. the words the old man wrote. “ I hnvo no longer a daughter,” and Ruth know that henceforth (for sho had been motherless for years) she had in all tho world only the husband for whom sho had sacrificed fortune, and, what is worth far moro, the tender protection of either. In tlioso early days Edward did his best to rnako amends for nil, aud sho was so proud of him and so fond of him that she soon forgot to grievo. Sho heard his namo uttered in praise by nil. Sho knew that ho had but to keep stendily on, to mount to the proudest sent in famo’s high temple, and for a year she had no fear of his faltor- ing. Now and then a feverish some thing iu his voice and manner, a strango light in his eyes, a greater flow of elo quence in liis talk, a moro passionate demonstration of lovo for her than usual told that ho was under tho influence of wino, but tho fact only seemed to en hance his power of fascination. Nover was ho so brilliant, nover so handsome. Almost could Ruth have laughed at the sermons preached by temperance folks of tho harm sure to follow wine-drink ing. If tho story could end hero, the true story of Ruth Holly’s life, it would be almost a happy one, but alas, tho sunny slopo down which it seemed so easy to slido daily grew darker as tho years flow on. How they began to toll her tho fate beforo her, Ruth hardly know. A little flush of shame came first when his stop was unsteady and his voico too loud. Then a grieved tear or two when ho wns unreasonable. Then a sorrow that kept her heart aching night and day, for tho man who first won inspir ation from tho glass now lost it in its depths; lectures to bo delivered wero not given to the expectant public be cause "of (ho illness of tho locturer.” Ruth know what that illness meant, and tried to hide it. Literary work was neglected also. Money was lost that might hnvo been easily won. Debts grow aud credit lessened, the handsome suite of rooms was exchanged for ono quite shabby. Ruth’s dress be- camo poverty-stricken, hor husband was out nt tho elbows and at toes—ho was intoxicated from morning until night, and yet sho loved him and clung to him, and in his sober moments he loved her us fondly as ovor. Somotimos the old strength and tho old hope would be aroused in him and ho would struggle to regain his lost position, but it was all in vain, mm triumphed, aud iu five years from her wedding day Ruth found herself with her ono remaining child, tho first had died within a year of its birth, in tho dingiest of wretched tene ment houses, iu n stato bordering on beggary. Edward had boon moro madly intoxi cated than ever before, ho had oven given hor a blow, and now, as tho night woro on, ho muttered and raved and called for brandy, and cursed her aud himself until sho -trembled with fear. At last, tho clock struck ton, he started to his feet and staggorod out of the room, vowing to got drunk somewhere. Poor Ruth stood where he had left her for a few moments. Tho memory of tho past was strong on hor that night. Juet at this hour five years before they had (led from her father’s homo together. How tender he was, how loving, how gentle! How ho vowed that sho would never regret that night, and how ho had kept those promises ? Ho had broken every vow—ho neither cherished nor protected hor. His worldly goods ho had given to the ravenous demon, drink, his lovo had becomo a something scarcolv worth having, and yet she loved him and clung to him. Sho tried to foel cold and hard to him, but she could not, sho strove to remember the blow ho had given her, tho oaths ho had uttered, but she answered herself as sho did so, “It was not he who did it—it was rum.” Sho listened to tho uncer tain, reeling footsteps in the street below and burst into tears. “My poor darling,” she whispered, as she thought some grievous calamity had smitten him into the thing he was, and ho had not himself “ put an enemy in his mouth to steal away his brain,’ unmindful of her pleading, unmindful of her woe and of hor shame. She thought of him reeling helplessly along the street, and feared that somo harm would como to him. Ho might fall in somo out-of-the-way place and lie there undiscovered, and so freeze to death that bitter niglit, and in her agony of terror poor ltuth could not restrain herself from following him. Her poor, weakly baby slept; sho wrapped it in a blanket and laid it in its poor cradle. Then sho threw her warm shawl ovor her head and hastened down the street, busy this late Saturday night with market-going people of tho poorer classes. A little way beforo her reeled the handsome, broad-shouldered figure of her husband, and she, a lady bred and born, fastidious elegant, accomplished, reared in luxury, heard poor laborers’ wives warn their children to beware of j tho “ drunken fellow.” She heard eoarso laughs at his ex- ! pense, and under tho shadow of her i shawl her check burnt hotly, but fc;r nil that she never thought of going back aud leaving him to himself. As soon as sho could she gained liis side and called to him by name; “EdwardI Edward!” Ho turned and stood unsteadily look ing at her, in a bowildered way. "You?” ho said. “ You ought to bo at home this time of night." “So ought wo both,” said Ruth. “ Come, dear.” Ho throw her hand off. "I’m my own master,” ho said, “I’m not tied to any woman’s apron string!’» and staggorod awpy again,.I^uth follow ing through thelong streets with every face turned toward them as thoy passed —somo laughing, somo contemptuous, somo terrified; out nt last upon tho wharves, and there the besotted man sat down moro stupefied by the liquor ho had swallowed, in that fresh, cold $ir. Ruth was thinly clad—tho chill of tho sea-blast scorned to roach hor very heart. Sho thought of tho babe at homo and tears coursed down her cheeks. Again and again she plead with tho mad man at hor side. Again and ngain she tried to bring to his mind somo linger ing memory of tho past days when his lovo and protection had been hors. In vain. Wild fancies filled liis brain, demons born of tho fumes of rum held possession of his senses. Sometimes ho thrust hor from him, sometimes ho gnvo her a maudlin ombraeo and bade hor bring him more liquor, but go homo ho would not. The distant hum of tho city died out at last, all was still with tho strango stillness of a city night. Tho froBty stars twinkled overhead. Now and then a night boat passed up tho river, with measured beat and throb. Once a rulllanly-look- ipg fellow sauntered pass them on tho pier, but though he flung hor an in solent word and yot moro insolent laugh, and wont away singing yot more insolently, ho did not approach thorn. So benumbed had Ruth grown, so cold to tho very heart was sho, that the power of motion had almost deserted her, when nt last, as tho church clock not far away tolled the hour of four, the degraded man staggered to his foot ami reeled homeward. Sho followed feebly, only by clinging to tho balustrade could sho mount the wretched stairs. It was Litter cold within as without, but she was glad to find horself at last under shelter. Hor babo still slumbered and sho did not wnken it. Her frozen bosom could only have chilled tho littlo crea ture. There wero n few bits of broken wood in a corner, and with those she made a ilro in tho old stove, and crouch ed over it, striving to gain somo little warmth, while her husband slumbered heavily upon the bed in tho corner, to which ho hud staggered on his entrance. Thus an hour passed by, and Ruth also fell asleep. The silence, tho pleas ant warmth at her feet, the fancy that nil hor troublo was over for the night, lulled her to pleasant dreams. From them sho was awakened by the leud ringing of tho factory bell and by the sound of cries anti shouts iu tho street below. Sho cast her eyes toward the bed—her husband was not there? toward the cradle—it was empty. She flew to tho window—the street was full of factory boys with their tin kettles. Homo great jest amused them mightily. They roared, they danped, thoy tossed their ragged caps on high, they shrieked in unmusical laughter, and the object of all this mad mirth was only too evident. On tho steps of tho liquor store oppo site stood Edward Holly, holding liis child in his arms and exhibiting for tlio benefit of tlio delighted crowd all those antics of which an intoxicated man alone is capable. Ho called on tho grinning master of the gin-cellar to “give this child somo brandy;” and turned the screaming infant about in a manner that left no doubt that ho would end by dropping it upon tho broken pavement. Wild with terror Ruth rushed out into the streot, aud made her way through tho crowd to tho spot where her hus band stood, but before sho reached him tho scene had changed. Some boy moro brutal than the rest had thrown a handful of mud into Ed ward Holly’s face, and he, reeling and blaspheming, had dashed forward to re, vengo tho act. The child had been flung away at the first step, but fortunately had been caught by an old woman who, though a degraded creaturo herself, had enough of the woman remaining to save an in fant from injury. And now tho whole horde of boys beset tho drunken man, pelting him with sticks and stones and decayed vegetables from tho kennel, and revel ing in the brutal dolight with which such a scone always seem to inspire boys of tho lower classes. Ruth saw that her babe was safe and that her husband was in danger, aud, forgetful of all else, flew toward him.. Sho cared nothing fo^tlio jeers of tho mob; beforo them all she flung her arms about him and interposed her boautiful person between him and his assailants. Tho head that had carried itself a little proudly in tho presence of tho highest of the land—that had seemed moro queen-liko than that of tho em press herself at tho court of Franco— that had awakened the envy of titled English women when the young Amer ican woman dwelt among them— dropped itself low upon tho bosom of tlio drunk en wrotch who was tho jeer and scorn of n low mob, and only in love and pity, not in anger, did sho speak to him: “ Como homo, Edward! They’ll hurt you, my poor lovo! come homo with mo." Mnd as ho was—fillod with tho demon of drink, to tho' exclusion- of tho soul God had given him—th soft, sweot voice, tlio foud touch of the white fin- gors, awakened somo memory of tho past in tho man’s breast. “ Go you home, girl!’’ ho whispered, "I’ll kill them? Don’t fret. I’ll kill ’em, and—” “Como home, darling," sho whis pered ngain, ant] ho stopped and gave hor a kiss. At that the boys yelled de risively, aud flung moro mud and stonos nt them. Ono throw a stono—a heavy stono, sharp-pointed and jagged. Who! her ho ever intended to striko the man is doubtful, but the missile flow fiercely through tho air and crasbod against tho golden head of tho devoted wife. A stream of blood gushed from tho white temple and poured down upon tho bosom whoro it dropped nover to lift itself ngain—never, never moro. Only with a quivering shudder of pnin sho folt for tho faco of tho man who lmd sworn to lovo nud cherish hor, and had broken that vow so utterly while hors had beon so truly kept. “Good-bye, Edward,” sho whispered. “ I can’t soo you know—kiss mo. Oh, bo good to baby ! Bo good to baby I” and no word more. Tho crowd was hushed to silence. A sobered man bent ovor tho dead woman, whoso hands had dropped away from his breast, and tho love and truth aud ten derness of her heart wero all manifest to him in that terrible moment—manifoHt in vain, for repentance could not restore hor to life, nor blot out the lovo which lmd crushed her honrt through all those weary days of her sad married life. “ What is tho matter lioro?” cried a voice, as a portly man forced his way through tho crowd. “A woman hurt “A woman killed,” said tlio policeman “and that brute is tho cause of all," aud tho gentleman bont forward nml started back with a cry of anguish. “ It is Ruth 1” ho said. “ Ar,v Ruth !” and fell back into the policeman’s arms in a ilcathliko swoon. Forgiveness and ropontanco lmd come alike loo late for poor Ruth Holly, ller father could give her nothing but a grave. Tho child born amidst want and ponury, nourished by a half-starving mother, pined away and died in the luxurious home to which its grandfather boro it; and now, as tho old man sits alone in his splendid home, ho some times hoars a strange, wild cry in the streots outside, through which a drunk en creature reels and staggers, howling ever and anon, “ Ruth ! Ruth! Ruth!” It is Edward Holly, who ever in liis drunken madness senrehes for his mur dered wife. It is tho pitiful, horrible, heart-brenking wreck of tho once splen- didly-beautiful man of tnlont, who lmd only ono fault.—Mari/ Kyle Dallas. Methodist Statistics. Dr. Do Puv, of tho Now Y6rk Advo cate, has gathered tho statistics of tho Methodist Episcopal church for 1880, from tho official records, and presents them in the following table, which we quote: 1880. Nel Increase. Annual conferences Missions outsiito of eon- 04 3 forenees 15 Itinerant prcachors 12,00(1 400 Local preachers 12,555 HO Total preachers Lay members In full con- 21,051 510 neetion Lav mom hers on proba- 1,504,105 40,700 tion 1*. allw lit itinerant 178,817 3,510 prcachors 113 H Death of lay membero,. Total deaths during tho 21,204 150 21,437 104 Infant baptisms Adult baptisms Total baptisms during 58.535 1.078 60,330 <1 3,888 tlio year 117,805 (J. 1,810 Hunday-schools Bundav-school officers 21,003 734 nml teachers 222,374 4,107 Hnmlay-sobool scholars. Total teachers nnd 1,002,884 53,010 scholars 1,821,707 57,420 Churches [edilleosj.... 17,601 040 l’nrsomiffOH Value of churches 5,844 $04,131,300 155 $1,010,880 Valuoof parsonages $8,750,513 $315,321 Total vnluntion,... $72,831,810 $1,920,210 CONNECTION A L BENEVOLENT COLLECTIONS. For missions $571,327.01 $27,884.00 Church extension H7.437.2* 25,884.00 Tract cause 12,837.75 707.02 Hundav-srhnol union... 15,002.21 3,410.77 Freedman's aid society. 51,807.30 17,320.57 Board of education 44,280,82 17,210.20 American Bible society. 20,322.53 317.85 Conference claimants... 137,003.48 10,001.01 Total $047,158.44 $102,410.27 CURRENT NOTES. oniKit coKTBimrrioss. Kcdnctton of church debts $1,537,308.00 Nmv church buildings and improve ments 3,660,010.00 Support of pastors, presiding elders and bishops 7,305,007.70 Current church nud Bunday-aohool expenses 1,113,532.08 Tho collodions for education do not Tho Czar's Procautions. A lettor from St. Petersburg gives a gloomy account of tho new czar’s life at tho Castle of Gatschina, thirty miles from tho capital. Beforo tho courtrc- moved thither several hundred artisans of tho Proobrajinsky regiment wero sent to mnko tho necessary alterations. At midnight they assembled in the church at Gatschini and wero sworn secretly to silence, death or Siberia being tho penalty of tho infraction of their oath Ton rubles wero the price of each man’s silence. The alterations were made in forty-eight hours. Vodki soon loosened the tongues of tho workmen, and the following is a de scription of the precautions against as sassination made in tho palaco of tho czar: A subterranean passago leads from tho czar’s room to tho stables, where a number of horses are kept sad dled and bridled day and night. Senti- nals are posted at intervals of twenty yards all around the building. The imperial bedroom has two win dows, protected at night by massive iron shutters, which can only be reached from tho outside by passing through three spacious antechambers, in which arc posted eighty Cossacks, armed to tho teeth. They aro allowed to speak and to move about in the two outer rooms, but in the hall adjoining tho czar’s bedroom perfect siloneo is main tained all night. The general on duty for tho day sits in an easy chair, his Cossacks sitting on tho divan which runs around the whole room. At tho general’s right hand is the knob of an electric apparatus which rings a bell in every guard-house within tho palace grounds. When the em peror is about to retire to rest, before shutting the door, ho removes the outer handle, so that no entrance can be effected until ho himself personally opens the door from the inside. Unlike his father he cannot endure the presence of an armed sohVer in his bedroom. include money raised for tho main tenance of colleges and seminaries, for which thoro was given in 1880 ovor a million dollars. The missionary col lections do not include bequests, nor tb o sums givon for local or homo mis sionary societies. Thoro are fifteen missions holding annual sessions like annual conferences. Tho not gain to tho ranks of the itinerant ministers is 400. Ovor 700 preachers woro received into tho ministry in 1880. Tho not gnin to tho local preachers’ ranks is eighty. Siamese Burial Customs. When tho pooror classes of Siam die from accidental or unnatural methods tho body is interred in the graveyard ol somo temple. The surviving relatives then, in accordance with their means, make tho necessary preparation for the cremation of tlmir departed ono; and whon their preparations are complete thoy exhume what may bo loft of theii deceased friend, which generally con sists of tho bnro bones. When death occurs nnturally tho pooror classes have tho remains of their departed friend cremated as speedily as possible at some native temple, Tho ceromonios, dis play, number of priests in attendance and tlio amount expanded in presents to priests aud others aro regulated according to tho means tlio deceased may have left. Tho leading members of well-to-do families are seldom, if ever, interred. When any ono of this class dies tlio remains aro carefully placed in an urn, so constructed as to allow tho exudation of tho corpse to escape in anothervosssel. Tho exuda tions are from time to time removed and disposed of with religious cere monies. The urned remains are so sur rounded with aromatic and fragrant preparations as to counteract, in a great measure, the offensive odors of the exudations. When all tho preparations commensurate with tho position, rank or wealth of tho deceased have been made, with pompous ceremonials the gorgeous and costly structure, in which tho urn and the remains are encased, aro borne to the open crematory hall of the temple, where it is exposed for days, and is daily guarded and daily visited by friends and spectators to listen to the performances of the priests, to viow Siamese and Chinese theatricals, to eat, drink aud receive such presents as may be distributed to the crowds or to special friends. Whon the funds will admit fireworks aro exhibited every evening till the oremation is over. When Shall We Three Meet Again ? Types have an expressiveness of their own and can he made to speak plainly enough without putting them into form al words if they are only set up in the right shape. The following will make this plain to every reader, nothing but tho ordinary symbols in common uso being employed to tell the story of the three worthies. It will be seen that it is wholly unnecessary to say that tho old girl in the middle is in a condition of perplexity, doubt and general aux iety, which is perfectly natural, consider ing how hard it must be to make herself acceptable at one and tho samo time to the voi y glum man on her right and tho exceedingly jolly follow on her left: ??•/????????.„ §§» *§§ §§* *§§ i ® I © i' $i-i $ (•—) }§( “ 1§§ }§ (—) §§l S§ ‘—- §§l Professor Bell, tlio inventor of tho telephone which bears bis namo, has carried his experiments in sound so far that when lie struck a sunbeam it made a noise. Indeed, it gave forth a clear, musical tone, the pitch of which de pended upon tho frequency of tho inter ruption of the light. It is not improb- ablo thnt this discovery has already suggested tlio construction of a harp, or a flddlo or a banjo, upon which sun shine would take tho place of strings, to the everlasting banishmont of catgut and silver wire. nero is a moral hero lor the dramatist —Buckshot Bill, of Nevada, a scout, a pupil of Kit Carson and successor of Buffalo Bill. lie speaks twenty-five Indian tongues; onco snw eleven of liis comrades burned alive by tho Co- mAudios; signed with his blood, before a magistrate, a vow to liavo tho scalps of eloven Indians who killed his brother and stole his diamon ! pin; pur sued theso Indians with ono comrade and killed six; and now “ hasll7scalp8 hanging in tho Smithsonian institution in Washington, which wore taken with his own hands." Professor Tidy, in a papor read beforo the London Ohomieal society, restates, in reply to Dr. Franklin, his firm con viction that a fairly rapid river, having received sewage in quantity not exceeding ono-twentiotli of its volume, regains its purity after it run of a few miles, and becomes wholesome and good for drinking. This opinion is in ontiro accord with numerous analyses of water in the Western rivers of tlio United States, which has always been found purer, even when taken a fow miles below largo chics on their banks, than water from a majority of the interior lakes. Tho Dement family woro traveling through Arkansas in a wagon. They camped ono day on top of a hill, and tlio father went off to fish in a stream a milo away, leaving the wifo and two children to mind tho horses and bag gage. Wliou ho rotarued ho saw a prairie tiro moving up the hill. Ho linllood to awakon Mrs. Dement and tho children, for night had fallen and they woro asleep. Thoy found themselves approached on ono side by flames, while oil tlio other was a precipitous rock. Thoy endeavored to escapo by climb ing, but had reached only a little height whon tho fire scorched them, nnd they mot a horrible death in sight of the powerless father. A statistician declares that tlio larger number of suicides tnko place iu coun tries where lifo is thought easy and happy, as iu the kingdom aud duchies of Saxony, in the smaller German states and in Denmark. Trustworthy statistics prove that there aro 110 cases of self-murder in Franco for every sixty- nino cases which happen in England. Suicides are least frequent in Spain, which is, perhaps, of all European coun tries tho most superstitious. There are only thirty fomnle suicides to every 100 men who destroy themselves. The greatest number of suicides occur in summer ; tho fewest in midwinter. Out of ‘23,304 French suicides, 8,413 died by strangulation, 4,65(3 by drowning, fire arms disposed of 2,462 and poison of only 281. WORDS OF WISDOM. Never judge by appearances. A seedy coat may cover a heart in full bloom. Beautiful are the admonitions of him whose lifo accords with his teachings. Ho submits himself to be soon through a microscope who suffers liim- self to bo caught in a passion. The mind has more room in it than one would imagine, if you would furnish the apartmonts. Fortune is like a market, where many times if you wait a little tho price will fall. Don’t get soured with the world; it does not mend matters with you, but it makes you very disagreeable to others. A good temper, like a summer day, is the sweetener of toil and soother of disquietude. It sheds a brightness over everything. No man was born wise; but wisdom and virtue requires a tutor, though we can easily learn to be vicious without a teacher. Modesty and humility are the sobriety of the miud; temperanco and chastity are the sobriety of the body. Oui distinctions do not lie in the places which we occupy, but in tho grace and dignity with which we fill them. Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but im pairs what it would improve. Contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it at tho expenso of ten thousand desires makes a wise and happy purchase. Wise men mingle innocent mirth with their cares as a help either to for get or overcome them, but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one’s mind is to cure melancholy with madness.