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Spring Place Jimp S a liECUTE. CARTER * HE ARTS ELL. Proprietors. VOLUME XI. KDMOXDS’S HOME LIFE. THE WAY A RETIRED STATESMAN PASSES HIS DAYS. l»« of Domestic Life Ontllves Poll!!- ml Ambition.—A tlfuasut Vermont Home *«*«! It* Surroundings—The Ex- Senntor an Interesting Character. The voluntary retirement of Hon. George F. Edmunds from the United States Senate during the first year of a new term of six years was an unexpected termination of a unique political career, Mr. Edmunds is still vigorous in health, and he might well hive looked forward to some years of political activity. Tho Senate is a comfortable and honorable post for an aging politician, and Mr. Edmnnds’s long experience and al ility woulU 'ways have kept him a leader iu ' its halls. That he will be sorely missed in the councils of the committee rooms alibis pe-t associates in tho Senate agree. There were but few harder workers— noue more watchful of the current of legislation. He was one of a few Sena¬ tors who occupied the specially coa- fitructed round backed chairs—cumber- Borne affairs, and in the way, but mighty comfortable for tall men like Edmunds. Sitting erect during the early hours of a day’s session, as night approached ho would allow his frame to sink lower and low ;r in his seat until his bald head was below the level of the chair back, from which position, with his hands fixed A shape against his face, he would offer almost inaudible but valuable sugges- tarns to those around him; but he was fortunately called to order for his habit of addressing the presiding officer without rising to hi* feet. P ■to’ .JF ■i a m rfelpLa& . V y&t- fee! 'jm \s*aK- J EDMUNDS IN TI1E SENATE. The reason for the aged statesman's retirement was a purely domestic ono. He has au invalid daughter, with whom the climate of Washington did not agree, and he chose to spend the balance of Ids days, after 25 years of continuous public service, iri the bosom of his family. The home of the Edmunds family is at Burlington, Vt. A large old brick house two and three stories high, situated at the corner of Main and South Union streets, has been Mrs, Edmunils’a homo for 55 years. Upon their marriage in 1859 Senator Edmunds came into this home of his father in law, Hon. Wyllis Lyman. Additions and changes have been made from time to time as family convenience demanded. This year it was the Senator’s library that was greatly enlarged. An air of quiet elegance per¬ vades the house, evincing the good taste of its occupants. In the lofty hall one’s eye is imme¬ diately attracted to an Indian war bon¬ net—the horns and hair from a buJTalo's bead ornamented with eagle's feaTi H-rs. A portion of the fresco from the capital bangs opposite the doorway, and a brass Italian lamp with pendant snuffers, pinchers, and extinguishers are among the hall furnishings. Near the entrance to the drawing room is a unique card re¬ ceiver—an enormous stone Indian rnor- tar and pe: tie—found and presented to Mrs. Edmunds while at Dalle, on the Columbian River, Many articles of vertu have been collected on their foreign tour, and, as souvenirs of pleasantest foreign days and months, are worth much more than their intrinsic value. The position of honor, at the west end cf the drawing room, which extends tho whole north end of the house, is given a copy of the famous Rembrandt Peelo painting of George Washington at Wash¬ ington, the life size face looking out from 6ton- work background. On either side are liealey photographs of Daniel Web¬ ster and Lord Ashburton of Ashburton treaty fame. A pair of ugly pistols used tty Turkish Janisaries hang near an an- .lique little Italian lamp from the Adri¬ atic. A Hiram Powers copy of Dante’s death mask hangs in immediate prox¬ imity to dainty water color landscapes. Paintings by Guido and modern artists, portraits and photographs of past and present personages and scenes adorn tho walls and mantels. From the west windows, especially tho upper ones, and tho western piazza tine views of Lake Champlain and the Adiron¬ dack's are obtained, Wliiteface, as usual, the most prominent peak. The house is so high it quite overlooks the lower part of the town, and the view of the broad lake, dotted with islands and all varieties of water craft, is charming. The grounds are extensive and covered with trees. A high, close fence completely shuts out curious and prying eyes from the street. Senator Edmunds is very domestic in his habits and tastes, and his greatest happiness is found in the companionship of his wife and daughter. With the lat¬ ter he takes long horseback rides, and they are a familiar sight on both Wash¬ ington and Burlington roads. Both ex- SPRING- PLACE, GA„ THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1891. hibit superior horsemanship. Senator Edmunds possesses valuable horses and fine equipages, but in his ordinary drives " oes frequently in a most democratic manner, jogging along behind a middle aged gray horse, sitting about half way on the narrow seat of a more than mid¬ dle aged express wagon, in a costume that is not exactly full dress, with a cheery word and nod for each acquain¬ tance he chances to meet. IS a re £ ular old fashioned early riser while in Burlington, holding many jolly c,mvereatio!JS over the hedges, and even across the street, with those of his neigh* ^ors who are up and out betimes, onjoys an occasional fishing trip, a,u ^ tubes much interest in garden- alu * horticulture, bis apple orchard being famous. He still retains a consid- orable law practice of a very remunera- tive a,u1 his correspondence is largo and attended to with strict fidelity. Life and its surroundings are evidently pleasant to the retired statesman, and those who witness his contented enjoy¬ ment of his home do not wonder at his giving up the vexatious career cf public place. Cape Town. In a valley between two mountains— one high, flat, and of pure rock, its stupen¬ dous front overhanging the town, the other lower and rounder, its cliff worn away everywhere but on one mighty head—the town with its flat, roofed houses and long, straight street lies on a bay as blue and delicately curved as that of Naples. Here it was that the wonder¬ ing Hottentots on the shore saw the first sails creep across the blue waters of their bay. Here it was that Jan 'Anthony van Kicheek, the servant of the Dutch East India Company, landed iu 1653 with his dependents, and built the first small town, and made the first gardens. Wo still walk under the oak trees they planted; tho fort which they built in those early days may still be seen on tho seashore; the small block houses still standing on the spurs of the mountain were used in those days as lookout towers against the incursions of enemies. Here the Dutch East India Company imported slaves often from Madagascar, English slave ships sometimes bringing them ; the reason for the importation of ■ s lav being, says the old chronicles, that native Hottentots would not labor for their masters as imported slaves would. Here Peter Kolben tells us that about tho year 1712 he saw a slave burned to death. They are, he says, speaking of the slaves, “most detestable and wicked wretches,” etui "us now and then a most difficult matter to keep them in order.” This slave had tried to burn down his master’s house, and was tied to an upright post by a chain which allowed him to make one turn about it. “Then,” says Peter Kol¬ ben, “ was kindled a fire roundabout him just beyond tho stretch of the chain; the flames rose high, the heat was vehement, he ran for some time to and again about the post, but gave but one cry. Being half roasted ho sank down, and said (speaking in Portuguese), ‘Oh, God, my Father,’ and then expired.” These things have passed away now. For 10 miles along the foot of the mount¬ ains stretch the suburbs of Cape Town, villa and garden and pine, and oak avenue mingling themselves in endless succession. Here a man might dream away his life, buried among roses and p! ambago blossoms. Perhaps the finest view in the world is that from the top of the Kloof behind Gape Town. To your right is Table Mountain, the sublimest mass in the world, its gigantic crags of unbroken rock towering up into the blue; below are the pine woods and the town, with its white, flat houses, and beyond the bluo curved bay, the mountains of Hottentot’s Holland, with a canopy of clouds ap¬ pearing and receding again into the blue. If you turn, behind you is the blue South Atlantic, as far as the eye can reach, and the terrible serrated fronts of the Twelve Apostles stand facing it, front beyond front, the sea breaking in little blue bays at their feet. The population of the Western Prov¬ ince is partly English and partly Boer or Dutch-Huguenot, the descendants of tho Dutch East Inda Company’s servants and settlers, and of a large number of French Huguenots, who arrived in the colony about 1687, driven from France by the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, and who, winnowed by the unerring flail of religious persecution, form, perhaps, the finest element that has ever at once been added to the population of South Africa. The laboring classes are here, as elsewhere, dark, and here largely half caste, being the descendants of the first Dutch residents and their slaves, or more rarely of blended Dutch and Hottentot blood. In Cape Town itself are found also Malays, Chinamen, Hindus, and the representatives of all European peoples, —Fortnighty Review. Mon key Bone and Human none. A Lyons anatomist has examined the skeletons of 86 monkeys—chimpanzees, gorillas, and orangoutangs—and has found diseases of the bone to be as fre¬ quent as in man, and of a strikingly sim¬ ilar character. Love and Age. Eyes grow dim: Love’s siSlit is clear. Ears grow deaf; Love still can hear. Locks , Love’r grow gray: hair is young. Step., may falter; Love halts not. Hands may tremble: Love’s arm firm. Age is only for a day, ” Love immortal is for aye. —Springfield Republican. “TELL THE TRUTH.” BULL AND LION FIGHT. AN INTERESTING COMBAT BE¬ TWEEN THOSE ANIMALS. Pitted Against ISneB Other to Appeoac a Nob's Wrntli - An Excited Audience. The Ho vine Conquer* Amid Tiemeu- dous Cheers. Mr. W. O. Wolcott, an American trav¬ eler, rel. >>s the following account of a remarkable contest he saw in a small town i r the mountains of Costa Rica. An unsatisfactory bull fight had just been given. To calm the disappointed crowd the manager promised a new and startling attraction. A door leading into the animal inclo¬ sure just outside the ring opened sud¬ denly and a black bull from the mount¬ ains bolted headlong into the ring. Three vaqueros with lariats followed him. The crowd leaned forward in hushed sus¬ pense. What was coming ? A door opened with a quick bang, anil the man who opened it jumped to ona side. Ah-h-h! Tho waiting crowd drew its breath in a long sigh. A mountain lion, muzzled and led by three men, with ropes* stopped slowly into the ring, Ilia yellow skin shone like dull gold in a ray of sunshine that came in through au opened door, and his long tail twitched gently to and fro. lie seemed to be a young lion, although well grown and muscular. A citizen of tho town had captured him on tho border of Mexico a few months before, and had only half an hour since sold him for a good sum to the perplexed but ingenious managers of the bull fight. The manager explained that owing to the ferocious nature of the mountain lion it would be necessary to take some means to prevent him from leaping out of the ring into the crowd. If hia friends, the spectators, had no bettor way to suggest- he would order that the lion be tied to a et;-' in the center of the bull ring. This proposition had the entire approval of the spectators, and especially of those who sat in tho rows nearest the ring. The lion was tied with rope enough to allow him to jump hardly more than twice his own length. “Tie the bull, too,” called out a voice. “ Fair play for tho lion 1 ” and the cry was taken up. So the bull was tied to a stake with a short rope. Apparently the lion would have a fair chance. At length the com¬ batants wore left face to lace. The lion was free of muzzle and the two extra ropes. The animals watched each other for a few moments, each one moving restlessly, as though uncertain what to do. Neither seemed to bo afraid. The bull slowly pawed the ground and waved his long tail, at the same time shaking his head and expelling from his nostrils such quick blasts of air that the dust flaw up in his face. Tho lion now and then crouched nervously, with snarling jaw and jerk¬ ing tail, but ho did not spring. Thu crowd held its breath again and again as tho crisis seemed to be at hand. At length the lion crouched. I lis muscles moved under his soft skin like steel springs. The bull stiffened Iris thick neck and lowered still further his wicked bead. Then there was a sudden flash of yel¬ low in (he last rays of the setting sun. The lion had sprung at his foe. The bull’s great head went up into the air so quickly that the human eye could not follow the motion, but tho bull was too late. The liou landed full upon the bull’s broad back and dug in bis cruel claws. The bull roared. Hia roar was answered by a greater, louder roar from the thou¬ sand human throats in the circle outside the ring. The human animal was in sympathy with his dumb fellow. The bull jumped about and tried vio¬ lently to dislodge the lion, but the yellow beast stuck fast. In a moment th-; blood began to trickle down the bulls black sides. Probably surprised by the noise of the howling crowd, the lion made no further hostile demonstration. Even the smell of blood did not rouse him from his wondering quiet 1 lft rope which fastened the bull to the stake was too short to allow him much freedom of movemnet, and so the lion remained calmly on his back. J &tjh pv it Iilk % \ .8 Bui “Give the buTl a chance,” the crowd began to y d 1. “Don’t you see that he can't move his head? Give the bull more rope. The lion will kill him like a tame cow. ” Sympathy for the hull was rising. “Knock the lion off!” howied the crowd again. “Let the fight goon. It will be dark before it’s over. Knock the lion off, or we will cut the ropes. Give the bull more rope. ” The subdued manager yielded to the will of the people. Tho lion was induced to get down from the bull’s back, where- upon he was dragged along to his stake. He was getting ugly, and the men who had hold of his rope were careful to keep well out of his reach. Only the bull was left to face his rising wrath. The bull’s rope was lengthened so that it was very nearly the same length as tho rope which held the lion, and when he felt his head once more free the black fellow' turned to lick his vvonnds. It was only for a moment, however, as he seemed to know instinctively that the lion must be watched. The crowd began to yell again. “Go for him, lion! take him by the neck!" cheered groups of spectators here and there. “Take him him under the fore¬ legs, hull!” shouted hundreds of voices; “toss him once for allt He deserves it. lie kills all the calves and frightens the cows Kill the thief and get even. ” The lion began to growl and to walk hack and forth quickly, as though seek¬ ing for a chance to spring in and finish the work already begun. His wonder and surprise had passed away, and he was ready for a more serious attack. Tho bull was smarting with pain where the lion s claws had sunk into his flesh, and he shook his head viciously. These dem¬ onstrations went on for a few moments without result, and tho crowd yelled louder and louder. In their excitement men leaped into the bull ring to get a better view. Then the attitude of the two raging animals changed. The li>,n crouched for another spring, and in that same instant the bull lowered his head and stiffened his thick neck. Tho lion’s quivering muscles contracted with nervous strain for the leap, but just on the exact instant the huge black beast rushed upon him with lowered head and shining horns and tossed him high in air "he horns had caught the lion under the iorelegs as the yellow animal rose for his spring, and had thrown him like a feather. Ashe went upward tfte liou turned over on his back, with his feet waving helplessly to and fro. He went the length of his rope, and then stopped short with a surklen crack that was heard distinctly by all the spec¬ tators. Then he came down in a limp and helpjess mass, quivering in a death spasm. The battle was over. The lion’s nock was broken. AUT AND ARTISTS. Some one asked Sir Frederick Leighton as to whether there was such a thing as genius in art without a hard apprentice¬ ship. Sir Frederick’s answer was this: “ In answer to your letter I write to that say nothing considerable has yet been done in this world without the bestowal of infinite pains. ” Vidal, the blind sculptor, is one of the wonders of the French capital. He has been blind since his 21st year. To be a sculptor it is generally supposed that ono must have tho “mechanic’s eye” and the artist’s taste and perspicuity. The latter faculties Viual has to an exceptional de¬ gree-oven more acute, ho believes, than if the former were not lost to him forever. Jane Stevens, whose pictures are on ex¬ hibition at the Royal Institute of Painters, spent the best years of her life as a clerk in one of the departments at Washington, and now, without a lesson in drawing, without assistance or encouragement from artists, her natural genius, express¬ ing ideas in bold, original, and uncon¬ ventional work, lias won international hoi or. Alma Tadema’s studio is reached by a flight of golden stairs, the steps being en- tirely covered with plates of polished brass. It is a great contrast to g% from this room, so entirely Greek in its character, to the studio of Mrs. Alma J’adeina, which is a Dutch interior with quaintly carved oak walls and little diamond pained windows brought from Holland. By the death of Dr. Karl Osterly, in T l aiiover, the art world loses, in all proba¬ bility, its oldest son. Osterly was born in 1805 in Goettingen, where he became a professor of art in 1829. He retained his professorship, with the directorship of the art gallery, until 1861. Among his best works are “Wittekind’s Conversion,” “The Daughter of Jeptha,”“Christ Bless¬ ing the Children,” and “Buerger’s Leonora. ” Ten aspirants will paint this year in competition for tho Prix do Rome at Paris, which, when won, gives the sue- cossful artist a visit to Italy. The sub¬ ject given out this year is a scene from the classic tale of Baucis and Philemon. The moment to he depicted is that in which the household goose, unwilling to die and aware of the divine character of '■he guests, takes refuge from the knife of the hospitable pair between the legs of the disguised gods. This subject lends it If well to the gibes of those, critics who regard the Prix deRome, thesecom- petitions, and the Italian sojourn as subtle ruin to young artists rather than as aids to their development. Spanish capitalists residing in New York, Havana, Spain, and Mexico havo subscribed capital for the establishment, of a steamship line, to run in connection with the Spanish Transatlantic Company, which will connect with Mexican Gulf ports, the Antilles, the United States of Columbia, Venezuela, Honduras, and Guatemala and making direct connection with the United States anABnrnn*. General Armstrong, founder of tha Hampton School for Indians and negroes, is the son of a missionary and was bom m the Sandwich Islands, where his father wa s stationed, He is to visit his birth- place this summer. When he began his work among the negroes in the South both himself and his wife were absolutely ostracised by the whites. STOSLV. AM, .T.irtvNON IT, iillO'ZEi 3 S€’!MGS*y or 'n’Jsrir Ct »•*»?. So* ;«»,•.»* t-oin.vvu by *b«- tSuut!»« I was in Richmond at the time cf thp unveiling of the Lee monument, and had conversations with many prominent leaders of the “lost caus<\ ” One senti¬ ment was in all mouths—that the failure of the Confederacy dated from the death of Stonewall Jackson. o o»oo J? ■t-7 -J-Fa J Ij ' if i'¬ I ll ; A \j * 4 ■M JM THE JACKSON STATOR AT LEXINQ’IOH. “Jackson was the prop of the Southern cause, ” said one famous ex-Confederato general. “I do not say this to discredit Lee. Everybody concedes his greatness, and he was tlm true leader of the South¬ ern armies. But Lee was an aggressive soldier, and his plans were so bold that he needed a Jackson to execute them. After Cii.mc Horsvilie wo gained no great victories. Had Jackson been alive at Gettysburg, who will venture to say that tlm verdict of that decisive battle might not have been reversed?” Such was the opiiaon of Southern men generally. This view was given expression to at the recent unveiling of a monument to Jackson at his home at Lexington, Va. Nobody will begrudge the Southern hero this recognition of his military genius. He will go down to history as one of tii« greatest of modern soldiers. The statue of Jackson stands in the center of the city cemetery, on Main street, Lexington, a square containg about four acres of ground well sot off with giant trees. The site is a slight mound crowning an elevation overlook¬ ing the surrounding country and com¬ manding a good view of hills and valleys. Tlie sculptor is a Virginian, Edward V. Valentine, who designed the Lee monu¬ ment. The statue is of bronze, heroic in vize, and portrays Jackson with un¬ covered head leaning on his sword, his weight resting on his left leg. Ho is looking out upon a field of battle. In his right hand at his side is a field glass The figure is clad in the full uniform of a Confederate lieutenant general, with heavy artillery boots and spurs. The car¬ riage is easy and the attitude is one of close observation. The scabbard of the sword, upon which the gauntleted left hand rests, bears the letters, “United States." It was modelledfrom Jackson’s own sword. The statue measures eight feet, and surmounts a granite pedestal 1<H feet high, consisting of abase course, die, and capital. On one face the die bears the inscription, “Jackson, 1824- 1863. ” On another side is the single word, “Stonewall,” the sobriquet given to JaeksoD by his chief, General Lee. Beneath the pedestal is a vault containing six sepulcher chambers, surrounded by a circular grass plat, around which is a driveway with four approaches. S. J. Wilson. Cheap Fuel Gan, A new process of making fuel gas has been brought out recently in Chicago, and if all that is reported of it be true it is destined to be of great service. T1 e generator used produces a gas from slack coal, into which crude Lima oil is sprayed with a steam jet. The resulting mixture of gas, steam, and smoke is driven into a chamber in which the steam, oil, and un¬ consumed carbon of the smoke are de¬ composed into a fixed gas. The com¬ pany controlling this remarkable process claim to be able to make gas at a cost of 2j cents per 1,000 cubic feet. TI»e Dead Poe* on Death. £ly love, I have no fear that tuud should at die; Albeit I ask no fairer life than this Whose nu. bering clock is stiii thy gentlo kiss, . hands enlockcd While Tim ar.d Peace with fly. eternity Vet, care I not where in We live and lov veil k -lowing that there is , ’let No tiackwi i •! step for those who feel the 1 Of faith as theft- most lofty yea: Jugs high; Ian hath so puri'ied my being’s startled core Western* 1 scarcely sit vtU bo even To f A some morn that thou hadst gout) he¬ fty : s.-, with thy ;?e tl-is knowledge, too, was Which, swi) ealm day doth strengthen mt.ro ami li.ji-o— front That tm-y who love are, hut oca step neattu. —..Torrpc RvaanM 1 JUVfilS A Loudon Advertisement. j 1 SKliLLSI SKULLS! SKULLS! - .. i HALF SETS. j COMPLETE SKELETONS. • SKULLS ; (Articulated and Disarticulated). 1 • Buy Your Skufia of Usl Js- A' I* --- 4 . One Dollab a Year. NO 42. A LONG CAREER AS A CROOK. Bu’set Shop-Keeper Bishop In Ludlow _ Stinet Jail. New York Times, 6th inst. T. Brigham Bishop, once the ac¬ knowledged leader of bucket-shop deal¬ ers in this city, has at last landed in Ludlow Street Jail, He was arrested.in Jersey Gity Monday last by the Jersey Ciiy police, aided by two of Pinkerton’s men. and at tho request of the sheriff of the county. la 1886 Bishop ran a bucket shop and what he styled as a “private bank” at 45 Broadway. His printing work was done for him by J. lv Heisch, of 108 William street. In conversation with this man, Bishop learned that his wife, Julia Hotsch, had $2,000 which she wished to deposit. Bishop induced the unsuspicious Hetsch to deposit it with Tm. With the $2,000 in his pocket Bishop left for Florida, where he put in his time ;by systematically “working” the State from end to end till 1890. when he returned to this city. Lawyer Myer H. S em, of 82 Park Row, had meanwhile Drought suit for Mrs. Hetsch, and Bishop was arrested la. t August upon an order of arrest granted by Judge McAdara, and held in $2 500 bad. Bishop produced his wife and one George Matthias, a real estate speculator of 858 Pelham Avenue, as sureties. Some m erestiag fa its about this couple’s capability as bondsmen came out iu the examination. Matthias offered as security a block of housei and lots, from 07 to 73 Eait One Hundred and Sixth street, which he valued at $100,030; but which proved to have been built at au outlay of $54,000, with a mortgage of $78,900. Matthias also, on his own confession, was nching b itter than a professional bondsman, lie stated that a Mr. K rnoy, Mrs. BVliop’s lawyer, had, in her preronce, piomisfed to pay him for going on Bishop’s bond, though no amount was stipulated. As for Mrs, Bishop, whose property, valued at $14,000 and with a mortg <ge of $8,009 ou it, is at 131 East One Hun¬ dred and Twenty-first street, she ad- mii ted that she had left her regular res- i e ice at Clinton, N. J., and had moved to a boarding house at 138 West Thirty- Icia’tti street for the purpose of qualify¬ ing to go on her husband’s bond, Lawyer Stein objected to the bonds as being insufficient, and they were so de- clai ed, but the sheriff on his own res ; o n ibility released the prisoner, who immediately ieft the city. The bond, however, was still in the sheriff’s office, and about two weeks ago Matthias sign¬ ed a surrender in order to get his bond released. By this act, according to the law. Bishop w as rendered amenable lo arrest in whatever part of tho State be might be, and as he was living in Jersey Gity, the sheriff decided to try and catch him. Moaday he was induct d to go to Tay¬ lor’s Hotel, where the two Jersey Gicy officers and the two Pinkerton men im¬ mediately arrested him. He was tak»n to the Sheriff’s office, in this city, and was finally lodged in Ludlow Street Jail, Unless he can give bond the old boss of the bucket shops will srvesix monthsin jail, the limit of the penalty for debt allowed by the law in tliii State. Bishop has had a long career as con fidence man, bunko steerer and general crook, He has made Massachusetts, Ohio and Florida too hot to hold him. On the occesion of his arres. in 1890, let¬ ters from all parts of the country were received by lleitsch congratulating him on trapping such a rascal. K -member True. When a boy 1 was ridirg in a one- horse carriage with an aged lady relat tive, myselt holding the reins. As we passed through a ford the horse showed a disposition to drink, which I thwarted by touching him with a whip “Stop, my son, and let, tha horse drink,” said the old lady, “Why, aunty,” I replied, “lie’s not thirsty; he ouly makes believe; it's not an hour since he drank.” “Let, him drink,” said she; “he knows his own wants best. Whether lie really needs it or not,’you see it please s him to bi allowed to drink, ant he does a great deal to please you. Always remember, my son that when you can gratify a dumb tn i.st by doing anything so cheap as a d ik of water from a running brook, i ‘ very elm Gish to refuse it.” 1 have rl rays remembered it. To this day 1 seldom drive a horse through a fording but I think of my gentle aunt, with that blessed heart of hers for poor dumb beast, who knows his own wants best. Her admonition left a soft layer among the stroDg ledges of my human nature, and 1 hope I have been a some¬ what kinder man for the bias which was then given to my feeling for the h e 1 pless.—Palat k a H erald. The Mississ-poian urges the town of Jackson to either build a new opera j house or qu : t theatricals. Jackson seems to be in “tight restraints.”