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The Home gpWIN MARTIN, Proprietor. Devoted to Home Interests and Culture. r A’ \V O DOT .LARS A Ycarin Advance, VOLUME IX. PERRY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1879. NUMBER 21*. The Weird Pilot. Cold is the aspect and gloomy the -nmdenr of that region where the drifting floes of the Antarctic Ocean rear tbeir summits in thousands of fan tastic forms; where abide the water- lion, the tasked walrus, with round, unearthly eyes; where shriek the du- gong and the auk; where the everlast ing howl of the seal goes up to the sky, and where the bowhead whale rolls his barnacled form, nowand then raising bia enormous head with its dripping arch of hairy bone, as be leaps his full length from the surface, to fall crashing foplr ngiin with a din that shakes the raat expanse of sea and ice to its cen tre. Away from tnis dreary clime, appear ing like a live thing in resurrection Jrcm a frozen tomb, an old whale-ship, ona afternoon, raised - her battered boom to catch the rays of the setting gun. Alow and aloft she glittered in the crimson light, as if sheathed in an ar mor of gold. A thick glaze of ice covered every part of her from keel to rail—from track to deck. Even the ropes and sails were partially stiffened with it. Her whole appearance showed the r i>ugli usage she had sustained among the floes, and the storms of the Antarc tic. But little of her bulwarks on either side remained. They had been stoven and splintered in many places. The paint on her sides was worn tunny; loDg streaks of rust extended above and below her fore, main and mizzen chains, and her hull was bruised and battered from bow to stem. All these ‘liings gave to her au ap pearance that Wes almost unearthly, and which harmonized well with her name, “7he Flying Dutchman!” painted on her stern. She was, however, not “Tue Flying Dutchman” about which every one has read., for it was now as late as the ycur 1853, and her captain Was the good Simon Pearl—a stern, matter-of- fact personage from the town of Salem, Massachusetts. The cruft belonged to New Loudon, where, on account of her strange name, Captain Pearl had found it almost im possible to ship a crew for his whaling Toyege. There are many superstitions sailors. Uveu in these enlighted times an ob server would be surprised to find how much of this feeling prevails among the brown fellows who ‘.‘follow the sea for a living,” The old water-dogs shook their heads solemnly when they rend the name on Pearl’s vessel as she lay oil the dock, waiting for men. The Portu gese sailor and the Spaniard crossed themselves when they read it, and oven young American tars did not like it. In fact, all agreed that no good luck would ever attend a craft bearing the awful name of “The Flying Dutchman,” upon her stern. But Captain Pearl, scouting at and scorning this notion ns out of the pale of common seuse, obstinately refused to change the name. At last he succeeded in shipping a crew—many of whom were green hands and the vessel sailed, the captain, carry ing with him his pretty niece Mabel—a rosy, bright-eyed damsel of twenty, who was an orphan, and who had accom panied her uncle qn a previous voyage. Pearl had a doctor on board—a good- lookingyoung man of twenty-five, nam ed George Lossing—who, the moment he saw Mabil and conversed with her, decided she would make an excellent wife. In fact she was so intelligent, so mod est, and with all her charming vivacity, so plainly showed the “house-wifery” faculty in her neat management of the cabin, and in a certain demnreness of manner that she reminded the doctor of his beau ideal of a woman—Agnes, in David Coppsrfield. . In spite of her ominous name, the ship, though meeting with many narrow escapes in the Antarctic ocean, and al though frozen in -the ice for -many months, and badly stoven, had excel lent luck in the whaling line. On this afternoon, in 1853, she was bound home, full of whole and seal oil, wlucb would bring in a rich havest of dollars to Pearl, (who was her owner as well ns Captain.) provided she reached her destined port in safety. Would she reach it? Tais was tne question often pro pounded by her goodly crew. Some of them were of the opinion that she never would, ou account of her name, and all felt a little n neasy on the subject, Ou dark nights, when the wind was and he held both her hands in his. I side, a wierd, unearthly voice suddenly “The sky is without x cloud.” she’; rose, with ear-splitting shriek behind said, softly. “I feel as if aliis is em- j them: blematical of our future.” j “Keep off—there at the wheel! Keep “We will look upon it as a happy au gury,” he replied. “Of course there will be clouds—there always are in mar ried life—but I trust they will be light ones, as thin as the mist and as easily dissipated.” “Oh! George,” said Mabel, her eyes shining, “what cloud is there in this world that love cannot dispel!” Her smooth round face looked so pretty when she said this that the young man could not help putting his arm about her waist and kissing her glowing cheek. “That is a woman’s theory,” he said smiling. “It is a true one,” she answered.— “Love can dispel every trouble—every pain!” “Wait till the baby has the cramps, and see if it will dispel that!” came at this moment the bluff voice of Captain Pearl, as he saddenly descended the companion steps. “Now, uncle, for shame! You have been listening!” cried Mabel, starting up in some confusion. “How are we progressing?” inquired George of the Captain, in order to re lieve Mabel’s embarrassment. “Finely,” said Pearl. “Tnc breeze is fresh eniug. I am only sorry we can not make a straight wake for home. We shall have to stop at Cape Town for re pairs.” The wind continued fair for many days. In due time the vessel arrived in the vicinity of the Cape of Good Hope,— The faces of some of the sailors then wore a solemn look. It was in this lo cality that the fabled phantom craft, The Flying Dutchman,” was said to have been seen. Captain Pearl’s crew predicted that now the ship’s bad luck would com mence, on account of that unfortunate namo on her stern. As if to verify tills prediction, one of the men fell from the fore-yard and was badly hurt. Another, soon after, was taken so ill that it was feared he would die. True, the young doctor cured him in a few hours, bnt his shipmates in sisted that there was a bad look in his eyes—that he was not at all the “same person” as before. On that same day, at night, a boat in which the carpenter had been at work repairing the cabin window-shutter, was left towing astern. The captain’s pipe, as he leaned from the wiudow smoking, dropped iuto the boat. He cot iuto the hitter to pick it tip, when the pin to which the warp was fastened, and which was s imewhat worn, gave way, anil ho drifted away into the dark ness. His absence was not discovered until hours after, when a fruitless search was made for him in tho darkness. Just before daylight, however, about, with a man in it, was dimly seen ap proaching from the direction of the land, which was not a league distant, off the weather-beam. The crew said they did not think it was the captain. They believed .lie had been lost; for how else could things turn out, with a ves sel bearing t&at unfortunate name of ‘"The Flying Dutchman?” But they were mistaken* It really proved to be the captain.— As he sculled the boat under the stern of the ship as she was hove to, instead of alongside, it w*8 noticed that he had a roll of canvas, which had been in the light craft, spread out so as to cover nearly all the thwarts. After he had sent forward the men, who were staring over the rail at him, some of them ap parently surprised, if not disappointed that their superstitious prediction of his loss was not i'alfiUed, he stated that his boat had drifted ashore, where he had remained to watch for his ship to wear around, ere he attempted to reaoh her. A fortnight later, when fifteen nules south of Table Bay, and net far from land, the ship was struck by a terrific gale. A thin, sulphurous haze partially ob scured the full moon, the dim rays of which, together with the. phosphorous of the sea and the vessel’s lanterns, threw a strange ghastly light over her sails and decfc. Almost upon her beam ends, with ev ery timber cracking and groaning, away she went under shortened canvas, driv en, with terrible velocity, towards the white breakers and rocks, now not fifty fathoms ahead. Pale and gloomy stood the men, for it seemed us if no 'power coaid save the off, Isay!’ Turning, the seamen were amazed, horrified to behold a strange being whom they had never seen before, on the ship’s quarter deck. The apparition, coming in so unex pected a manner, was was dressed in a singular, antiqne manner, well calcula ted to aronse their superstitious fears. He wore a high, brown, sngar-loaf hat, a jerkin, around which was a leath er belt, broad breeches, with two rows of buttons on each side, and which were gathered at the knees, a pair of bine stockings, fitting tightly to the calves, and long, pointed shoes with enormous buckles. His face was in keeping with his an cient Dutch dress. It-was thin and aged, with two wild, gleaming eyes, a large hooked nose, and was partly obsenred by his streaming, tangled masses of while hair. Standing-in the ghostly glare of the dim moonlight, the lantern, and the phosphorous of the sea, this appari tion caught the unnatural radiance, and really seemed a being from the other world. “A pull on the weather-braces!” he continued, in a voice that cut through the gale like the shriek of a steam whis tle The men stared at the stranger with appalled looks. Not one budged. They were too terrified to move. “Il is the ‘Flying Dutchman, him self! God help us now!” cried one of the old Poitugese sailors. “Ay!” shrieked a Spaniard, “it is the spectre captain, sure euongh! It all comes of that uuincky name on the stem! Santa Maria, help us!” “A pull on the weather-braces!” re peated the apparition. “Jump for your lives!” There was magnetism in tho voice, and the men now obeved in spite of their fears—fearing something worse, per haps, if they refused. The course of the ship was thus slightly changed. The weird pilot, after a few more or ders, took the helm himself, and finally, to the surprise of all, guided the vessel into a sheltered bay amongst the tow ering rocks, where she was safely an chored. He then disappeared over the stern, and was never again seen by the awe-stricken ciew. On the next day, the gale having abated tue captain reached Cape Town, which was not far distant. The appearance of tho spectral visi tor had not seeme<I to alarm either him or his officers; neither had it troubled Mabel or the doctor. The truth of the matter was this: When the eaptain went ashore on the night he drifted from the ship, he found, one of the Dutch inhabitants of the Cape on the beach. This person informed him that he was a fugitive; that he had been a lancldrosl—a sort of sheriff—of a district some miles away, but that for liberating a negro slave from a cruel master, his house had been attacked by a mob, and he had been obliged to fly for his life. Besides his money, which was in notes, he had brought away with him in a bag the only valuables he could carry; the only valuables, in fact, that he possessed worth caring for. These were some old-fashioned Dutch clothes, which had belonged to his ancestors, and some articles of modern .attire. He begged Captain Pearl to take him aboard his ship and conceal him. He would rather the crew should not know be was aboard, as there might be those amongst them to inform against him when the vessel reached Cape Town, where he hoped to find a German craft in which he coaid take passage for bis native land. The captain complied with his request, hiding him in the boat by throwing the canvas there over him. Subsequently the fugitive got through the window into the cabin, though not without being seen by Mabel, the doc tor, and the officers, who, however, promised to keep the secret. On the night of the storm, the land- d>ost hearing of the vessel’s danger, de clared he would save her,- as he was ac quainted with every nook and corner on that coast, having once-been a pilot there, and knew of a safe bay where the craft could anchor. In order that the home-bound German craft, in tho har bor. - Thanks to this person, who had saved them, as well as all on board from a wateiy grave, Mabel and the doctor were eventuaHy married in New Lon don. They cherish' a grateful remem brance of the landdrost; bnt to this day some of the Spanish and Portuguese sailors who were never made acquaint ed with the true facts of the case, real ly believe that the savior of their vessel was none other-vtiian the marvelous “Flying Dutoliman!”—New York Ledg er. Bette? than Nothing. A good old lady, very particular and very pious, once kept a boarding house in Boston. Staunch to her principles, she would take no one to board who did not bold to the eternal punishment of a large portion of the human race.— Bnt the people were more intent on car nal comforts than spiritual health, so that in time her house became empty, much to her grief and alarm. After some time a bluff old sea cap tain knocked at the door, and the old lady answered the calL “Servant, ma’am. Can you give me board for two or three days? Got my ship bore, and shall be off’as soon as I load. ” “Wa’al, I don’t know,” replied tho old lady. “Oh, house full, eh?” “No, but—” “But wbat, ma’am?” ‘ T don’t take any unclean or carnal people into my house. What do yon believe?” “About what?” “Why, do you believe that any one will be condemned?’, “Ob, thunder! yes.” “Do you?” said the good woman, brightening up. “Well, how many souls do you think will be on fire in eternity?” “Don’t know, ma’am, really—never calculated that.” “Can’t you guess?’, “Can’t say—perhaps fifty thousand*” “Wa’al, hem?” mused the old wo man; “I guess 1,11 take yon; fifty thousand is better than nothing.”—Ex change. - A Frontiersman on the Mnlo- One of tho Bishop Brothers’ herders, a bronzed frontiersman, whose face is shaded by a sombrero with a brim’^of the broadest, and whose constant com panion is u blacksnakc whip, which he can crack with a report like a rifle, re lates many anecdotes of mules, with whose habits and capabilities he is thoroughly conversant. He says: “When you get on tl>e plains you don’t want nothing better’n a male, and yon can’t get nothing better for plains work. They can live on less aud lay themselves down to more honest hard work than any o’ther critter of their size. Why, stranger, a mule kin ran down an antelope; and I never see any of your longlegged American hors es do that. Mustangs do it sometimes, bnt a mule’s the best. He wont be so very speedy, maybe, bnt he’s got the bottom, and though the ’lepe’ll git away from him at first, and perhaps histe hisself clear oat of sight, the mule’ll tucker him ont and tucker him in the end, if he’s kept on his trail long enough. Mules aint no slouches on the track sometimes, too. Mules will live, too, on what a horse would starve before he’d touch. They’ll grow fat on sage brash, and I’ve known ’em to live for weeks by chewin’ on each other’s manes and "fails and wagon- tongues, feed-boxes, wagon sheets, sand gnd such stuff. Oh, you bet. a male’s tongh.”—Colman’s Rural World, Ixcbease is IiasiGBATtoN.—There is, says the New York Mercantile Review, a marked increase in immigration. One steamer, which arrived last week,brought 759 immigrants—the largest number, with a single exception, arriving by one steamer since 1869. This and other ar rivals are only drops of the coming flood. The emigrant societies having branch es in Norway and Sweden report that nnnskal preparations are making for a Scandinavian movement in this direc tion. There is also expected a large in- A TEXAN VENDETTA. Some twenty years ago the palatial residence of Colonel Kirby, at Alta vis ta, now in Walker county, on the Cen tral Bailroad was tne seat of that genu ine hospitality for which the old Settlers of Texas were famed: A rich man liv ing. in pastoral style, surrounded by slaves, his herds and flocks, he was alike distinguished as the friend of the poor and tbe-host of the rich, there was peace and luxury ai d refined content ment in that beautiful house. The war of the States came on and Alta Vista was more than once the headquarters of the various armies that passed to and fro through the State, and many of our Generals wii recollect the genial hospi tality refreshing comfort of the weary, travel-worn, brain tired soldier which he received from Colonel Kirby and his accomplished lady. Devoted to the cause of the South, he was a trusted servant of the j3tate and Confederate Government, and with somewhat of extraordinary powers, he was placed in authority where the exeis cise of all the qualities of a brave and determined man were necessary to pro tect the lives of the wives and children of the brave men from that district who had gone to Virginia and other distant points to fight the battles of their States. There were many disaffected and vicious men in all our neighbor hoods at that time, their power to do mischief was very much according to tbeir locality, and what locality is more favorable for bad purposes than the ne gro districts of tho Brazos, where five white men to a hundred negroes was about the proportion. CoL.Kirby was u duly appointed and authorized officer, and may have done harsh things and treated individuals with injustice, for in times like those to which we refer to be suspected conslituted one at once a criminal. John Steele was an avowed Union man.’ He was charged in that neigh borhood with plotting, scheming and working, not for the Union, but to stir up the slaves to murder and rapine, and was checked in his career by Capt. MacMahon, of the regular service, and bnt for the prevalence of hnmane mo tives might have been hnner, but he was not hurt, and only ordered to re move from that neighborhood. For this, Steele harbored revenge, and a personal rencontre took place between MacMahon and liimseil soon after, without much damage to either. After the surrender, and after Hous ton had been occupied by tbe Federal troops, Col. Kirby went there on busi ness, and when coming ont of the office of the Provost Marshal met Steele at tbe door, who shot him down, killing him on the spot without a word of ex planation or a sign of defense from Kirby. The Federal authorities, not being mnch exercised over the killing of Gen federate officers, or for some other rea son, did not punish Steele, and he re turned to bis eld heme near the line of Haris county and passed oat of notice, until a short time ago, when, on the horrible murder and burning of the Lynch family in Walker connty, he was one of the jury of inquest, and was conspicuous to shield the murderers who ever they were. “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed. Col. Kirby has .been in his qniet grave for fourteen years: his assassin walked the earth strong .in his. fame, always armed and a sure shot. Bnt these four teen years had given age, and strength, and muscle to the boy child who sat on his father’s knee and received his last- kiss as he left his home in Alta Vista to go to Houston. Who can tell, or whose business is it, what that boy thought, wan taught or pondered on during those long years? May we not imagine that the vision-of his murdered fithcr (shot down in his pride and slrength without a moments warning and without resistance, by a cowardly assassin, and for no offense save a dis charge of duty), had walked with this boy d3y by day and stayed with him in his dreams at night, until reason her self tottered on her throne, and could see and feel only the demon that was urging him on! Whe can tell the woik- ings of his heart? On snnday last, when the good peo ple of Hempstead were coming ont of church, within whose sacred portals John Steele had been, we would fain hope, making peace with 'his God. as he passed the door of the chnrch, PLAIN THOUGHT FOR PLAIN WOMEN- When a woman loses a desire to please, says the Young Woman’s Jour nal, she loses half her charms. Noth ing is more conducive to beauty than cheerfulness and good hnmor; and no morose or unhappy woman esn be good- humored and cheerful. Then there are vast numbers of ill-tempered women who are ill-tempered becanse they are ugly. They do not know what is the matter with themselves; neither do their friend's know. But the incessant neg lect and indifference with which they are treated finally does its work of embittering their feelings until the ef fect upon their moral character is most pernicious. Every woman ougnt to un derstand that nothing short of deform ity can make a woman utterly un attractive, provided she will study the points of attractiveness every woman has. A thoroughly refined, graceful man ner can be acquired by any woman, and is a powerful charm. The best grace is perfect naturalness. Still, you must study yourself and form your manners by the rnle of that art, which is but car rying out of the law of nature. Bnt if it is your nature to be forever assuming some nnpicthresque, ungraceful attitude, pray help nature with a little art. If you are stont, avoid the smallest chair in ths room; and be sure, if yon do sit on it, not to lean back on it with yonr hands folded in front of you, j ust be low the line of yonr waist, especially while the present fashion lasts. If you are thin, do not carry yonrself with your chin protruding and yonr spinal column curving like the bowl of a spoon. Do not wear flimsy materials made np without a raffle or puff or flounce to fill up the hard outlines of your bad figure, so cruelly defined by the lightly pulled- back draperies. Study the art of dress. We once knew a very plain woman who dressed so tastefully that it was on absolute pleasure to look at her. If you have been moping until you are sick with the thought of yonr own hope less ugliness, be up and doing. Forget your disappointments; forget the past and the sneers of yonr own family over the mistakes that yon have made. There are still friends to be won. There is work to be done. Bouse your self, and cast off the enervating dis trust of self, and the moral cowardice which forbids you to assert yonrself. A Blunder and its Reward- During his first visit to Paris M.. La Salle, a distinguished German, pre sented himself at the house of a well known lady, to whom he had sent let ters of introduction in advance. When the servantopened the door and received his card she oondneted him to the bondoir and told him to be seated say ing: ‘‘Madame will come immediately.” Presently tho lady entered. She was in dishabille and her feet were bare, covered only with loose slippers. She bowed to him carelessly and said: “Ah, there you are; good morning.” She threw herself on a sofa, let fall a slipper and reached out to Lasalle her very pretty foot. Lasalle was naturally- completely as tounded, hut he remembered that at nis home iu Germany it was the custom sometimes to kiss a lady’s hand, and he supposed it was the Paris mode to kiss her foot. Therefore he did not hesitate to imprint a kiss upon the fascinating foot so near him, but he could not avoid ssying: “I thank yon, madame, for his new method of making a lady’s acquaintance. It is much better and certainly more generous than kissing the hand.” The lady jumped np, highly indig nant. “Who are yon, sir, and what do yoa mean?” He gave his name, ‘ You are not then a corn doctor?” “I am charmed to say, madame, that I am not.” “Batson sent me the corif doctor’s card.” It was true. Lasalle in going^ out that morning had picked np the card of a corn doctor from his bureau aud put it iu his. pocket. This without glancing at he hail given to the servant, who had taken it to her mistress. There was nothing to do bnt laugh over the joke.—Forney’s Progress, 'Translation. miscellaneous: Good words for the young—Dinner’s ready. Two colored men haTO been elected aldermen in Yazoo City. In Bavaria ninety per c>nt of all bnildings are insured. Charleston’s debt amounts to nearly §4,000,000. The fruit crap of Mississippi has been much injured by April frosts. The South Georgia strawberry crop is finer this year than ever before. There are two hnndred convicts for life in the Mississippi penitentiary. The Kansas fever is inoculating the negroes in some parts of Tennessee, The Texas Legislature has passed a law giving 640 acres to every veteran pensioner. The prospect of the corn and cotton crop in Mississippi is promising. Thai planters are busy and hopeful. A New Jersey clergyman refuses to make a return of his marriages to thft State, claiming to bo responsible only to God. There are about 24,000 stands, of bees owned in San Diego county, CaL, yielding it is estimated, a milling pounds a year. Thirteen hnndred cases are before the Supreme Court of Tenn., repre senting §5,000,000 and 20,000 lifci-' gants. In- Milton Ala., there is a man lla‘ years of age whoascribes. his. longevity to the fact that he has always‘ voted the' Democratic ticket. Grenada, Miss., is reported to be iu better condition as regards the appear ance of the town and prosperity than it' has been for twenty years. Tracking in the eastern part of North' Carolina is a growing industry. Last week contracts were made for the de-* liver ing of 3,000 bushels of green peas’ in Northern markets, Texans have the Lead villa fever, - The overland route to “the greatest mining camp in the world” is a danger ous one, and parties never go out on-' less at least ten men strong. Grant was in Denmark three weeks,• and hot a single newspaper informed its : readers that “there was something rot-" ten In Denmark.” Is onr civilization a’ failure, or are onr newspapers losing^ their enterprise. What They Want. At ten, the boy wants to avoid school' and have nothing to do bnt to go hird-' nesting. At fifteen, he wants a beard," and a 1 watch and a pair of boots. At twenty, he wishes to cut a figure' and ride horses; sometimes his thirst for display breaks ont in dandyism, and sometimes in poetry; he wants sadly to be m love, and takes it for granted • that all the ladies are dying for him. The young man of twenty-five wants’ a wife; and at thirty he longs to be sin-* glo again. From thirty to forty he wants* to be’ rich, and thinks more of making mortey than spending it About this time al so, he dabbles in politics, aqd wants office. At fifty he wants excellent dinners/, aud considers a nap iH the afternoon indispensible. Tne respectable old gentleman of six-.- iv wauts to retire from business with a snug independence of three or four hundred thousand, marry his daugh ters off, set up his sons and live in the country, aud then for the rest of life life, he wants to be young again,. Go Back to Yonr Mucilage, Recently while walking through Do- gan square, a melancholy individual' with an umbrella, and a wart on bin nose, approached 4nd said: “Stranger, do I look’s though I be longed to tho whisky ring?” We thought not.- “Do I look’s though I stole little* Charlie Boss?” We said, “No.” “Do I look’s though I busted up, Hell Gate?” He didn't. “Then, stranger, gaze into these pensive eyes, and tell me-^oh, tell me The Woodruff scientific expedition ] truly—what’s the state of your financial around the world has been given np. condition?” crew should not guess the truth when as ne passim ine aoqr oi urn ennren, , . , , J land, where thoosondsof millsoperatives there stood before him Jared E. Kirby, .es o appear ore em, e * [declare that being unable to make a liv- the son of tbe father that he had mar- i the required deposit cf five hundred!*^ We thought it would emigrate. "RmiirmHnn ! r? ^,1 in Pm-pncl r .-ffl.... in ! anionn incfnnS -rtf +*na 4-nm ! & The 8th of May was the day fixed for We told him. closing the books and only about forty “Do you think ten cents would hast* j prospective passengers had then made you?” nmfi from nnm ttmwwt* P? 011 ° f Conning hisancestor’s j Jjjg they must emigrate. Emigration ! deied in- Provcst Marshall’s office in | dollars apiece, instead of the two hun- oraft from being ddfched upon the rocks, ^ent Dutch garments; for, having I forming ! 1 “Then, stranger,” he said, go back to , , . - — — mn „„„ »- ,1,- i - r* —' o j companies are forming also in South- Houston; net a word was said and Kir- 1 dred who were required to insure a start _ , . . T howling-around .the craft, dnving the j heard of their superstitions fears aboutl^m Uerminy, where much distress pie- by killed him on the spot, [ and the still larger number which was I J onrim,clla S e and shears - for I recog- ice before it, the watch would shrug foremast hands who did not believeS : name of the slup, he doubted not j vails. Thousands of Bussiau Menouites i “Vergeanee is mine, saith the Lord,” j hoped for. A first-class steamer had their shoulders and peer through the I their impending doom was owing to the i^ - gloom, as if every moment expecting to j an lucfcy name their-vessel bore. behold some spectral vessel flying past J Aft stood George Lossing, the young, ts jp ljing jjg tc t man ” i n person. them, or ranging alongside. doctor, The stratagem, as shown, was success-1 promulgated which compels them to do j for the young man who is now in prison But ths ship had now shaken off the trembling, affrighted Mabel, who clang I ° « - — - - - - - * J ° i last grinding mass of ice from her sides closely to him. and an illimitable extout of clear water, “Oh, George! ! n i b i 0 r rays , of the Einiin S Uned- , I cabin window, through which he was j b J at Iea9t 100.-000. | The man who married a whole fami- sun, stretched before her. I “God help us! ’ was the cry forward. i ’ - b . . . , ,, I I. „„ . . A , Down in the cabin sat Mabd and the j Then the men rnshedjor the boats. jhe washe ped by t *e eapuuu m ,he| VYhen you see a man on a moon- : ' erse connty, n nize in you a brother editor.’*—Detroit■ Free Press. the crejv wpuld, on seeing him thus at-j Are also expected to emigrate to the! yet who among ns, while demanding j keen procured and extensive arrange- J tired, mistake him for the veritablej United States during the year, owing to j that the violated law shall be atoned mani made for the voyage, so that the I think’twas in September, if I right* "™ * ” " j tbe fact that a Bussian edict has been { for, will not feel a thrill of sympathy managers claim to he eighty Jhonsand j ty remember, that I heard a knocking, ful. After saving the vessel, the pas- military duty after 18S0. Probably onr | has given his life to revenge the blood _ . p , . senger, by means of a dangling rope, I population, from foreign sources will be j of his father.—San Antonio Herald 8th. \\ e are lost; sUe descended fj. om t k e stem to the increared before the close of the year I doctor, watching the red light coming in through tbe vindow. The girl looked supremly happy. She had just promised to be George's wife, “Back!" roared Captain Pearl, boat can live in this sea.’ Ere the crew, rendered their situation, could dash “No ‘ cabin icaDin. un arriving ai i,ape mwn, ^ DJ - ght tryiDg to convince m i Pearl contrived at night to convey him! shadow that it is *-«— a* - * 1 dollars ont of pooket, and Mr. Woodruff, j knocking at my door; yes, I know ’twos, whese heart was bound up in the enter- in September, for quite weU I now re, pnse isa sadly disappointed. man. He uem ber he had been there about fifty soil hopes to sacceed some time, but as i, , , , .. , .. this is the second time a Woodruff I tlmcs * efore ; had beea there knocking .. . . u . . " ooarnn> I nf. mv dr.or. Bnt I opened not, n«r to follow i SISler * She 1 it’s time for ■ ried the : him to join a temperance lodge. ‘ wive expedition has petered out the prospect be considered promising. "ever step on a dog’s tail, nnless the I yoa settle other end of the dog is a mile away he batter id on the door, and I answer, the tail. *ed calmly “Nevermore.”—rExchange, - at my door, wondered, as upon tbe door he than* dered, for he yelled, “say, now, will ’ere bill J bring yon,” as