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Devoted to Home Intearests and Culture.
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VOLUME IX.
PERRY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 26, 1879.
NUMBER 26.
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THE voice in the twilight.
I wm iitUng *'°ne toward the twilight,
With spirit troubled and vexed, ;
With thought* that were moibid and gloomy, j
And frith that was eadly perplexed.
gome homely work I was doing*
Por tho child of my love and care,
Borne iticbes half wearily sitting,
jn the endless nude of repair.
put my thoughts were abo itthe -building,”
The Work some day to be tried;
And'that only the gold and the silver.
And tho precious stones, shouldabide.
Bn4 remembering my own poor efforts,
The wretched work I had done.
And even when trying most truly,
The meagre success I had won;
• It is nothing but‘wood, hay, and stubble,'
' I aald; “It will all bo burnod”
This uselessfruit of the talents
One day to be returned.
••And I have so longed to serve Him,
And sometimes Iknow I have tried;
Bn'.I'm sure when He sees such building
He never will let it abide,”
Jiist then, as I turned the garment,
That no rent should be left behind,
Jlj eye caught sigh, an odd little bungle
Of mending and patch work combined.
■ My heart grow suddenly tender,
And something blinded my eyes.
With ono of those sweet intuitions
That lometlmcs mako ub so wise.
Dear child! She wanted to hetp me,
Iknow 'twas the best she could do;
But oh, what a botch t he made it—
Tho gray mismatching tho blue!
And ye;—can you understand it?—
With a tender smile and tear.
And half compassionate yearning,
I felt she had grown more dear.
Then a sweet voice broke the stillness,
And tho d car Lord said to me,
“Art thou tenderer for the lit le child
Than I am tender for thee?”
Then straightway I knew his meaning,
So full of compassion and lore,
And my faith came back to its Befngo
Like the glad returning dove:
For I thought when the Master-builder
Comes down His temple to view,
To see what rents must be meuded
And what must ho buildcd anew—
Perhaps as He looks o'er the building,
He will bring my work to the light,
And seeing (he meaning and bungling;
And how far it all is from right.
He will feci as I felt— for my darling.
And will say as I said for her;
“Dear childl She wanted to help me,
And love for mo was tho spur:
“And, for the true love that Is in it,
The work shall Bccm perfect as mine
And because it was willing service,
I will crown it with piaudi t divine.”
And tlioio in the deepening twilight
I seemed to he clasping a hand,
Aud to feel a great love constraining me,
Stronger than any command.
Then I know by thrill and iwcctness,
'Twas the hand of the Blessed One,
That would tenderly gnidc and hold me
'Till all the labor is done.
So my thoughts arc nevermore gloomy,
My faith no longer is dim,
But my heart is strong and restful
And mine eyes are unto Him.
—Northwestern Christian Advocate.
memoriae address of a. c.
RILEY, ESQ-, AT MAR
SH ALL VILLE.
The following is published by request
ef the Memorial Association. Its late
pnblication is duetto tho fact that we
only received the manuscript last week,
the delay being due to a misunderstand
ing not necessary to explain here:
Mi. A. C. RileyEsq:—
Dhab Sib;—At the solicitation of many
friends, I now write to request a copy
of your most excellent speech, for pub
lication. With the hope that yonr fu
ture career may become brighter and
brighter as the years roll on, I remain
Respectfully yours,
Mbs. Db. Jno. R. Cook,
Pres. M. A.
Marshallville, April 30th, 1879.
er the same grand nation, but the bow
ed and sorrowful mother, stricken with
grief and mourning ltke Rachel: “weep
ing for her children and will not be
comforted because they are not”
Ytt, as she bends over tbe bodies of
her buried brave, kneeling there and
raising her eyes in prayer to Heaven,
lb! in the emblem of her grief, in the
tear-drop that dims her eye; mirrored
in radiant beauty, beams tlie law of
God’s eternal promise. Though cast
down, not forsaken; conquered, not
disgraced. For those, of her sons who
perished, died with their faces to the
foe, and those who returned, brought
back their, shields of valor.
ft is natural that men reared in the
south should be courageous. The soil
and climate, the scenery and local asso
ciations, united with the hallowing influ
ences of religions homes and virtuous
and patriotic women, could not fail to
produce a bold, brave and generous
soldiery.
It was a custom among the Greeks
and Romans, on the days of their na
tional games and festivities, to relate in
poetry and song the martial deeds of
the warriors and soldiers. Thus Virgil
suDg. Homer■JlSwtS’ecl in lines of irn-
moHal-b^tsffy'ttiKl strains of stirring
patriotism the glories of the “Trojan
War.” So, too, the brilliant deeds of
the battles of Platea, Senctra, Mara
thon, Thermopylae and' ‘‘sea-born Sa-
taunis,” wreathed in a crown of cour
age and valor, are handed down in the
liistorv of this warlike people.
The glories of our Revolutionary fath
ers, the names of Marion and Lee, of
Morgan and Warren, Putnam and
Greene, are household words in the
temple of American liberty. Aud to
day we are proud to claim descent from
the men who pa’ ticipated in that war
for independence.
We owe to posterity a truthful
history of our cause, and uutil such a
history can be written, it may be the
high and holy privilege of this associa
tion to keep fresh the eveuts that will
one day gild the pages of an impartial
history of out risi, progress, decline
aud fall. We owe it to the great men
who so often led our soldiers to victory,
most of whom arc dead and caunot see
that a place is reserved for them in their
country’s history. They deserve to be
remembered by the world and loved by
their countrymen. It is due to the gal
lant dead, no less brave than their lead
ers, who sleep on so many hard-fought
fields, and died in the hope that they
would not be forgotten by those whose
liberties they perished to save. It is
due to a great cause that was so near
beiug wou, and failed, not from a want
of courage aud valor on the part of the
men who wore the “gray.” It is not
enough to say that those men thought
they were right. They believed it,
they knew it, and wo affirm to day that
they were right. “Tbe south had right,
•reason aud justice on her side, and they
have not changed sides simply because
we were defeated.” Gather your children
around the fireside, and in the quiet of
the evening hour, and tell them our his
tory all over, “from the birth of its
dream to tbe last-.” Let it be told to
all coming ages in a spirit of tiuth that
the whole world will feel and acknowl
edge. “Let Truth l-e tlie champion
and History the trumpet.” before whose
blast the votaries of error shall crouch
and sneak away like the dark and murky
night before tbe beams of a fnll-orbed
sun. It will be tolcL-
Mrs.Dr.Jnq. R. Cook, Pres. M. A.:—
Dbab Madame.—I have the honor to
acknowledge the receipt of yonr: favor-
of the 30th nlt.j requesting in behalf of
jonrself and others, a copy of my mem
orial address delivered before your as
sociation pn the 26th of April for pub
lication. I cheerfully comply with
your request. Thanking yon for the
land manner in which yoq expressed
your wishes, l am,
Yours very truly,
Alokzo C. Riley.
Marshallville, May 3rd, 1879.
Ladies of the Memorial Association, La.
dies and Gentlemen:
The uncounted multitudes that are
assembled to-day all over this Southern
the cessation from the pursuits of
Hie, these floral offerings, and the deep
concern depicted on your faces, prove
the feeling which this occasion has ex-
dted. We have come to instill , in the
youthful heart feelings of patriotism,
to* renew the ties that bind ns to a com
mon cause, a common straggle and a
common suffering. To strengthen those
ends that unite us in one common
Solitude to the memory of the men
who “knew the right, and knowing,
■wee! nmniain;” to commend their val-
cr, and to hand down to posterity the
rightness of their example.
Eighteen years ago we beheld the
Sccud old nation of tho south, lot-king
ln e °oseious pride upon her gallant
"'ho bad left home and tbe com-
°rts of home life, and had taken lip the
wo.Q in defense of their native Lind.
0Ul years later we beheld her no long-
“Truth crushed to earth will rise again,
The eternal years of God areber’s;
While error wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies amid her worshippers."
Let their deeds on the famous day of
the battle of “Bull Run” be recounted.
How 20,000 Confederates put to flight
60,000 Federate, together with the- elite
of Washington City, Who had come
dressed in holiday attire, with wine and
music, to celebrate with the feast and
the dance, the victory of their Federal
tioops.
Let it be told how this army. fh-d to
Washington City,, surprised and. terri
fied at the deadly resistance of our gal
lant men.
: : Follow the course of these men as
they were led for more than three years
over the soil of Virginia, as they trod
iii triumph, .with -feet- red with, the
blood of their erienries, and as they
drove back the invading hosts, some-
t : mes four, sometimes three, but never
less ttian two toohe; struggling on witn
desperate courage and enthusiastic
hope. At one time forcing McLellan
across the Janies and clear away from
the soil of Virginia. Now hailing
Burnside in inglorious defeat across the
Rappahannock, and saving the good
town of Fredericksburg. See! how they
flank and rout the northern hosts under
Hooker in the Wilderness.* It was up
on one of these occasions, when Gener
al Jackson was standingin the pride of
conscious power upon the battle-field,
issueing his artillery . oommands, that
the gallant Bee exclaimed to his over
taxed command, “There is Jackson
standing like a stone wall; let us rally
behind the Virginians: let ns determine
to die here, and we will conquer.” With
what determination they drove hack the
( invaders aud put them to bcwilderinu
; flight, in despair that anything eonld
: be accomplished, even with the aid of
; their allies, against brave and determin-
! ed men, fighting for their rights, lc-d by
a Lee, and backed by a stonewall—
Jackson; the cheer of whose men always
struck terror tofthe hearts of their ene
mies. Pause with them at Cold Har
bor, where they so completely jrgptcd
the enemy that the anthoritie# at'Wash-
ingtou began to fear they fffugbt iij
vain. Here Marshallville lost one* bV
her “jewels,” who fell in the very flush
of victory, like the gallant Wolfe on the
heights of Abraham, and gave his life a
willing sacrifice in defense of his coun
try. [Maj. J. O. Owens.]
But we would hot stop Lere,—go with
them to McDowell’s Heights, where the
famous “12th Georgia Kegiment,” com
posed in part of the “Davis Rifles”
from this place, did such desperate
fighting. Having been advanced at
first in front of tbe crest of bills, where
their lines showed to the enemy be
neath in bold relief against the sky. : —
They could not be persuaded to retire
to the reverse of the ridge, where many
other regiments found partial security
without losing the efficiency of their
fire. Their commander, seeing their
useless exposure, endeavored again and
again to withdraw them; but amidst the
musketry, his voice was lifted up in
vain; aud when by passing along the
line he persuaded one wiDg of the regi
ment to recede, they rushed again to
the front whila he was gone to expostu
late with the other, and showered dead
ly volleys upon the ranks of the inva
der.” Tell me! for you were there, if
when the shot and shell rained like hail
upon their devoted ranks, tell me if the
southern soldier blanched or quailed?
But it is not for me, it is not for any
man, to describe the grandeur^ aDd he
roism displayed by our men on that
day. [Here the speaker pointed to the
‘Davis Rifles’s” - flag, which was unfurl
ed at half-mast behind him.] The ora
tor is before you. Let it speak. Tho’
its lips are silent, it speaks volumes to
us of courage, valor and patriotism.
They fought like brave men, long and
well. Here fell the gallant McMillan.
Here fell your beloved sous aud broth
ers, leaving to Macon conu’y the rich
inheritance of their name and example.
Did time and occasion permit, ve would
follow our men through the whole war;
for they were as glorious in defeat as
they were in victory. When death
threatened them in the pride and pomp
of war they were nothing daunted, but
when he came on the “Pale Horse”
and brought famiue iu our ranks, it was
not in the hearts of our men to resist
him, or protract a useless struggle
against the overwhelming numbers of
the. enemy. Tlie last act of the drama
is now complete. The south sheathes
her sivord and furls her banner without
one stain of dishonor upon its spotless
folds. The bird of hope which had led
our soldiers through four long years of
civil war, now folds its white wings to
its side, and drops at the foot of the
southern cross. Lee sheathes his faith
ful Sword and hands it to Grant. Then,
tm-ning, there was a look of approba
tion aud pride on every feature of his
fine face as he gazed up and down the
line of the battered remains of a once
grand army. He did not reproach them
with word or look, for he knew that they
bud done all that men could do to sup
port our cause. A Cato might have fal
len upon his sword; but a Lee returns
to the put suits of a private Me, follow
ed by the love of his soldiers and the
gratitude of his country.
“Great maul yon are gathered to
your fathers, and live only to your
country in her grateful remembrance
and your own bright example.”
It is true we did riot accomplish our
separate independence; but we did
pLmt a land-mark for principles that
will guide freedom’s sons for ages yet
unborn.
•‘Bullets may mangle flesh, spill
blood, slay men, but they can never
reach the vital principles for which men
contend.” Who here to-day is not
proud, not only that he is an American
citizen, but also, that “by birth and
sentiment he is of the south.”
As we look over this audience to-day,
our eyes behold some who participated
in our late straggle, and there are many
such all over Ibis land. Soldiers of a
memorable civil war! you are spared
once more to witness the commemora
tion of your deeds pn the field of battle.
God has allowed yon once more to to
partake of the blessings of your country.
He has permitted us, yonr wives, sous,
daughters and brothers, to meet yon
here with giatefnl heaits, in the name
of a great cause, iu tbe name of oppres
sed right and’iri the name of all that is
dear to a patriotic heart—to thank yoy!
Bu\ alas! you are not all here: the
sword has thinned yonr ranks; our eyes
look in vain for many of the patriots
who left our midst; some in the bud of
youth, others in the pride of manhood.
They went forth with the common in
junction of the southern mother, “My
son, come back a soldier, or die with
your face to the enemy.” And nobly
did they fulfill these injunctions; fir
they composed in part one.of the most
gallant divisions of the whole pro
visional army. Men who never asked,
“How many?” hat, “Where are the en
emy?” Anil how shall we speak of their
brave commander? Virginia’s boast,—
the nation’s pride:
He, the great martyr of this great
cause! He, the vie:ini of a fearful mis
take on the part of his owu devoted
men! “Gut down by Providence in the
hour of over whelming anxiety and deep
gloom; pouring out his generous blood
like water, before he knew whether it
would fertilize a land of freedim or a
land of bondage.” “Great and holy
man! tho’ our proud colors no more un
furl thy praise, tho’ the booming of
victorious cannon no more prtJcteim thy
fame,” yet thy memory is.engraven on
00 the imperishable tablet of tbe south
ern heart!
“Firston the dusty plain.
The goklcn prize to gain,
What hero boasts thy praise in Epic story?
Oft on thy brow was seen
The peaceful oUve’s green,.
The palm of th£_unsallied fame.”
The fame of Stonewall Jackson, the
hero-martyr of the nineteenth century!
And you! Benton, Hill, Cleburne, Cobb,
Johnson, and hosts of others! you too
are remembered. Jackson and Lee
were not the only brave men who led
our soldiers to battle. They were suc
cessful; but there were many captains
in our hosts whose colors were never
lowered to an enemy. Every soldier
deserves special mention.
In commending the courage of the
men, let us not forget the self-denial ef
the women. -She was the star at home
whose bright beams cheered our men to
suffer and endure. It was to this star,
when weary and disconsolate, onr sol
diers looked for strength and encour
agement. When did they fail to aid
our cause when it was in their power to
do it? In how many instances did they
check desertion. When were they ever
heard to complain of hardships neces
sarily imposed on them by war? “Sol
diers’ Aid Societies” over the whole
southern land by the ladies. It was
one of the last acts of the government
to call on the Virginia ladies for food
tor the army. And the reply to such a
call by a distinguished Virginia lady,
was the common reply of the women of
the svhole south. Said she: “I aud my
children will live upon the head, let the
soldiers have the meat.”
Said a Federal general to a southern
lady. “Madame, you astonish me! Your
slaves are deserting you or are being
daily spirited away, yonr homrs are
sacked, your farms wasted, your stock
destroyed, and jet you make no com
plaint.” “Sir,” said the lady, in the
spirit of Cornelia, “you do not under
stand tbe feelings of our southern wo
men in their estimation of the cease for
which you are making them suffer. I
lost my husband not long ago, I shed
no tears over him; and do you suppose
1 would mourn over property, when I
made no moan over him? When I lost
him, I lost my all. My sex forbids me
to take his place in tbe ranks, I cannot
fight; but I can endure.” And nobly
she did endure throughout tbe whole
war.
My countrymen, it was her hand that
rocked the soldier’s cradle; she instilled
into his youthful heart feelings of pa
triotism; she nerved his arm to fight his
country’s battles; and on the field' and
in the hospitals it was her gentle hand
that cooled the soldier’s fevered brow;
and now, when the “cruel war is over,”
it is this same devoted woman who em
balms in tbe hearts of his children and
his countrymen, the memory of the
southern soldier.
God bless the woman of the south!—
He does bless her, and blesses the south
with her presence. There is no more
potent influence that operates on the
hearts and minds of men than that of
the love of country. Hence it has pass
ed into a proverb that “It is sweet, it is
glorious to die for one’s country.” It
is said that the Swiss, when they are
forced to leave their country, and can
not return to the shade and sunshine
of their beautiful Alps, draop and die
from home-sickness. So, too, the Is
raelites “hung their harps on the wil
lows and did not have the heart to sing
m a strange land.” These people
loved their country for its- beautiful
mountain scenery, its healthful climate,
and the fertility of its soil. No wonder
then that the men of the south loved
their sunny land, with her mountains
and her rivers, her fruits and her flow
ers. Let ns cherish iu onr heart’s most
intimate affections a never-failing love
for this hallowed spot of,our ancestors.
Let ns through all coming years love
the land consecrated by the memory of
a Washington, Lee and Jackson; a Ben
ton, Cleburne, Cobb and Sidney John
son. Let ns, by being good and useful
citizens, make this land all that these
great men could have wished it to be
come. Then will our land blossom as
fhe “rose of Sharon,” and we can trutL-
fally exclaim with the English poet:
"There is a land of every land the pride.
Beloved by Heaven o’er all tbe world beside,
Where brighter sons dispense aerener light,
And milder moons emparsdise the night;
In every dime the magnet of the soul.
Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole.
Form this land of Heaven’s peculiar grace,
The heritage of Xatnre’s noblest race,
Theie is a ip a of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, twe. ter spot than ail the rest.
Where stall that spot of earth be found?
Art thou a man? a pat riot? loot aronn d-
Oh! thou shall find, howe'er thy footsteps roam.
That land thy country, that spot thy home ”
It is natural to mourn when those
whom we love are taken away; we do
not ask you to check the noble emo
tions of the soul; and while it is sad to
think that so many of our brave men
sleep in a strange land, some on the
plains and in the wilderness, -others
along the river banks and in the gloomy
swamps, let ns remember that by day
the sun sheds a halo of light around
their graves, and by night, the beauti
ful stars, the forget-me-nots of the an
gels, keep constant vigil.
"The tall cliff, the cavern lone,
For tbe departed heroes mourn;
Mountains weep in crystal rill,
And flowers in tears of balm distil
And rivers teach their rushing waves
To mourn dirges ’round their graves.”
We eaDnot forget them-—No,
“Time cannot teacb forgetfulness,
When grief’s full heart is fed by fame.’
We thought as tbe roll was called,
that if the spirits ef the dead partici
pated in the affairs of the living, their
soldier splits were gathered around us
to-day from a hundred battle-fields.—
They come from the plains of Manas
sas, from the valley of the Shenandoah,
from the heights of Fredericksburg,
from the Potomac to the Rio Grande;
from the mountains to the sea, they
come, they come! and are bathed to-day
in the love and gratitude of their coun
trymen. Everywhere monuments are
being raised by this association to per
petuate the deeds of the southern sol
dier. Noble tbe design, and noble the
designers. “Let them rise until they
meet the sun at bis coming, and let his
departing rays play upon their sum
mits.” Tho’ they were to pierce the
clouds, they would do no more than
justice to the grandeur of the cause.—
But the glory of their arms does not
rest for perpetuity on these marble
monuments.
Soldiers of the south! “Our poor
work may perish, but thine will endure.
These monuments may moulder away;
the solid ground on which they rest
may open .and engulf them; but thy
memory shall never fail.” Like the im
mortal amaranth, it will bloom again,
beyond the stars.
“ Wherever on earth a heart shall be
fonnd that beats to the transports of
patriotism and liberty, its highest am
bition will be to claim kindred with thy
spirit!”
At the celebration of Queen Victoria’s
sixtieth birthday in Canada, the * ‘feu
de joie” salute was given, being the first
time ever performed in this country.
The different regiments needed constant
drilling to bring them up to the requir
ed proficiency in firing it. ns a single
’mistake renders the performance ridic
ulous, wholly spoiling its effect. The
salute is fired in England only on the
queen’s birthday. The firiBg of thj sa
lute begins on the right of tli6 front
rank of the men, each piece beiDg dis
charged separately, and in quick suc
cession, so that there is an unbroken
fire running like electricity along the
line. When the firing reaches tbe left
of the front rank, it returns np the rear
lank from left to right. The effect is
pleasing when the salute is properly
given. Each man stands with his piece
to his shoulder, the hammer cocked, and
his finger upon the trigger. As the
piece next to him explodes, lie fires,
and so in turn each man along both
ranks explodes his piece. Each man is
guided by the click of the hammer fall
ing on the piece to the right or left, in
the front or rear rank, as his position
happens to be. Should there be a sin
gle misfire, the whole had better not
have been attempted, as nothing more
demoralizing can be guessed. The roy
al salute, as practiced in the presence of
royalty, involves also the firing of four
teen heavy guns in rapid succession.—
The whole salute usual'y leaves a
heavy cloud of smoke which hangs for
some time, veiling tLe scene.
Toil and lie Happy-
The Christian at Work thinks Ruskiit-
never said a truer thing than this: “If
you want knowledge you must toil for
it; if food, you must toil for it; if pleas
ure, you must toil for it.” Toil is the
law. Pleasure comes by toil, and not
through self-indulgence and indolence.
When one gets to love work his life is a
happy one. Said a poor man in Brook
lyn, the other day, with a family of
eleyen to provide for: “If I were worth
a million dollars, I should not wish to
do much different than I do now every
day, working hour after hour. I love
it a thousand times better than rest.”
He has for nearly half a century been
surrounded by workers, and has caught
the spirit of industry. He loves work
better than food or sleep. He is hap
py who has conquered laziness, once
and forever.
A Gas Clock-
It is said that there is a clock in the
Guildhall Mnseum, London, of which
the motive power is hydrogen gas, gen
erated by the action of diluted snlphuv-
ic on a bull of zinc. The clock itself
resembles a large colored glass cylinder
without any cover, and about balf full
of sulphuric scid. Floating on the top
of this acid is a glass bell, and the gas
generated forces forward this concave
receiver until it nearly l eaches the top
of the cylinder, when, by the action of
a delicate lever, two valves become sim-
ultaneonsly opened. One of these al
lows the gas to escape, thereby cansng
tbe receiver to descend and the other
permits a fresh ball of zinc to fall into
tbe acid. The same operation is repeat
ed as long as the materials for making
the gas is supplied, and this is effect
ed without winding or manipulating of
any kind. The dial plate is fixed to the
front cf the cjlinder, and communi
cates by wheels, etc., with a small
glass perpendicular shaft, which rises
with the receiver and sets the wheels in
motion.
A Washington correspondent of the
Providence (Rhode Island) Jo vernal Sen
ator Anthony’s paper, says; ‘ Informa
tion from a prominent member of Gen.
Grant’s party abroad, that he has stated
in the most positive terms that he will
not enter into a contest for the nomina
tion, and that active work for the place
on the part of prominent candidates
wonld preclude him from allowing his
name to be used. This confirms the
opinion tliat some of orunt.s most in
timate friends here have expressed, and
for this reason the sadden announce
ment of Secretary Shei man’s candidacy
continues to disturb them greatly The
subject is one of universal conversa
tion.” .✓
A store wss broken into one night,
bat strange to say nothing was carried
off. The proprietor was making his
boast of it, also expressing his surprise
at losing nothing. “Not at all surpris
ing,” said his neighbor; "the robbers
lit a lamp didn’t they.” “Yes,” was
the reply. ' “Well,” eoniinned the
neighbor, “they fonnd your goods
marked np so high that they could’ut
afford to take them.”
A Presbyterian church has been
built and dedicated in Eiberton.
A NEW SALUTE.
Too Slack Grammar.
The peril of employing highly edu
cated youusr men as clerks was again il-.
lustrated yesterday. A woman stopped
at a green grreer’s on Woodward ave
nue aud asked:
“Is them lettuce fresh?”
“You mean that 1 t-nce,” snggested
the clerk, “and it is fresh.”
“Then you’d better eat it!” she snap
ped, asYhe walked on.
The grocer rushed ont and asked the
clerk what on earth had happened to
anger her, and the young man re
plied:
“Why nothing, only I corrected her
grammar.”
“You have turned a vuy one of my
best customers. Only yesterday she
came iu and asked me how I sold those
white sugar and I got an order for a
A’hole burre!. Hang you sir! but if
them ensti mers want grammar, they
don’t expect to find her iu a grocery!
No, sir, and if yon see she again you
want to apt logize in the most hnmblcr-
est manner!”—Detroit Free Press.
The conviction and senrenciLg of
Benjamin Mayer, of New York, to hard
labor in the penitentiary for two years
aud a half, promises to accomplish a
great deal of good and to clear the bus*,
iness atmosphere of that ciy. Mayer
was a member of a firm that obtained
§85,000 worth of goods on the represen
tation that his firm was solvent, where
as it was at the time insolvent, and
soon alter went into bankruptcy, with
liabilities of nearly ninety thousand
dollars. Suits were immediately begun
against Mayer for swindling. Finding
the prosecutors determintd iu their case,
Mayer became alarmed and offered,
with tbe aid o! rich relativi s. to pay the
amount he had atempted to swindle
bis creditors ont of, if tLey would dis
continue the crimiual cases against him.
They refused, preferring to lose their
money and vindicate tlie law, and May
er will therefore spend a considerable
period cf his life at Sing-Sing. In sen
tencing Mayer, the Judge laid down the
sound principle that any person who
obtained goods from another by false
representations as to his financial con
dition is a swindler, aud should be pun
ished like any other swindler. It is
said that over forty applications Lave
since been made to the District Attor
ney to begin prosecutions against other
business men who, like Mayer, have
taken advantage of their creditors. It
is probabale that before these capes are
finished many persons in New York
will learn the difference between honer-
ty and dishonesty—a difference which
they did not seem at one time to com
prehend.
Tbde as Pbeachixg. —No young wo
man ever looks so well to a sensible
man as when dressed in a plain, neat,
modest attire, with but little ornament
about her. She lcoks then as though
she possessed worth iu herself, and
needed no artificial rigging to enhance
her valne. If a young woman wonld
spend as much time iu improving her
mind, training her temper and cherish
ing kindness, mercy, and other good
qualities, as most of them do in extra
dress and ornaments to increase their
charms, she would ac least be
thousand
UNDRESSING LITTL EYES.
“Where is ‘Whisky Bill,’ who used to
drive the old white horse in front of a
twenty-five cent express wagon?” re
peated the man in tones of snrpriso.
“Well, now, it’s a curious case,” ho
slowly continued. “We all thought ha
had gone to the dogs for sure, for Re
was drinking a pint of whisky a day,
but a few mouths ago ho braced right
up, stopped.drinking, aud now I hear
he is good business and saving money;
It beats all, for the last time I .saw hiisi
he seemed balf underground." -
When you go home at night and!
find that all is well with yout own flesh 1
aud blood, do you goto sleep reasoning
that the rest of the world must take’
care of itself? Do you ever shut your
eyes and call up the hundreds of face^
von have met during the day, and won
der if tlie paleness of death will cover
any of them before the morrow? Wuen
yon have been introduced to a face,
even if it be a stranger’s, do you let it
drop from memory with your. dreams;
or do you call it up again and again as*
night comes down, and hope it may
loose none of its brightness in tho
whirling mists of time?
So “Whisky Bill” was hunted down;
An inquiry here tmd thetofinally traced
him to a little brown cottage on a by
street. Ho sat on the step in the* twi
light, a burly, broad sbonldered man of
fifty, and in tho home three or fonr chil
dren gathered around the lamp over
a picture book.
“Yes, they used to call me ‘Whiskey’
Bill’ dowu town.” he replied as ho
moved along and made room, “but it’s
weeks since I heard the name. No won
der they thick me dead, for I’ve nofc -
set eyes on the old crowd for months;
aud I don’t vtant- to for months to’
come.”
“They tell me you’ve qnit drinking,-
One could see that from your face.”
“I hope so. I haven’t touched a drop’
since February. Before that I was half
drunk day in and day ont, and more of
u brute than a' man. I don’t mind say
ing that my wifes death set me to think
ing, but I didn’t stop my liquor. Gotf
forgive me, but I was drunk when 1 she’
died, balf drank at the grave, and T
meant to go on a regular spree that’’
night. It was low down, sir,- but Twas 1
no better than a brute those dnyS.”
“So you left yonr motherless’ chil
dren at heme and .went out and got'
drunk?,’
No, I said I meant to, bnt I didn’t;-
The poor things were crying all the day,'
and after coming home from the burial
I thought to get ’em tucked away itf
bed before I vent out Drank or so
ber, I never struck one of ’em a blowy
and they never ran from me when' I-
staggered home. There is four of ’ear
in there, and the vonngest isn’t quite*
four years yet. I got the elder ones in 1
bed all right, and then came little Ned-.*
He had cried himself to sleep, aud bo-
called for mother as soon as I woke*
him. Until that night I never had
that boy on my knee, to say nothing of*
patting him to bed, and yjn can giiesav
these big fingers made slow work witfi
the hooks ana buttons. Every minute
he kept sajiug that his mother did’fc
do that way and mother done this way,,
and the big children were hiding theif
heads under the qnilte to drown their
sobs. When I had his clothes off and!
bis night gown on, I was ashamed and
put him down, and when the oldest
saw tears in my eyes and pnt her arms
around my neck, I dropped the name
of ‘Whisky Bill’ right then and.for
ever.”
“And little Ned?.’”
’’Mebbe l’d have weakened bnt for
him,” replied the man as he wiped hi»
eyes. “After I had got the ohild’a.
night-gown on, what did he do bnt
kneel right down beside me and waifr
for me to say the Lord’s Prayer to himt
Why, sir, yon might have knocked me-
down with a feather! There I was,
mother and father to hrm, andl couldn’t
say four words of that Prayer to save-,
my life! He waited aud waited for me to- ■
begin, as his mother always had, and
the big children were waiting, and
I took him in my arms and kissed him,
I called heaven to witness that my life-
should change from that hour. And so.
it did sir; and I’ve been toying bard ta,
lead a sober, honest life. God helping
me, no one shall call me ‘Whisky Bill’’
again.”
The fonr little children, little Ned i*
his night-gown, came ont for a good
kiss, and the boy cuddled in bis father’s
arms for a moment and said:
“Good night pa—good night every,
body in the world—good night, ma, np
in heaven—and don’t pnt ont the light
till we-get to sleep.”—Detroit Fret
Press.
A Boy’s Tbibute.—That was a dtli-.
cate compliment a seven-year old Mil.
waukee boy paid his mother the other
evening. The family were dismissing at
tbe snpper table the qualities which gq
to make up the good wife. Nobody
thought the litij-a fellow had been lis-.
teDing or could understand the talk,
until he leaned over the table and kiss
ed Lis mother, and said: “Mamma,
when I get big enough, I am going tQ
marry a lady just like joq.”