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VOL. IV.-NO. 50.
TOPICS OF THE DAY.
James Redpath has purchased Mc-
Gee's Weekly.
The Prince of Wales’ individual in
debtedness is $3,000,000. >«
The Fitz John Porter case will come
up in the Senate next December.
The King of Siam has determined to
establish a legation at Washington.
A Russian colonel was exiled to Si
beria for being too lenient to Nihilists,
Susan B. Anthony is going to Texas
to lecture, and perhaps, grow up with
the country.
Olive Logan says Bernhardt’s hus
band is “highly kissable,” and nobody
knows how she found it out.
General Newton announces that he
will be ready in a few days to blow up
another section of Hell Gate.
The completed report of the Depart
ment of Agriculture on the condition of
crops for July is encouraging.
Anarchy is spreading in Egypt, and
meantime Arabi Pasha is marshaling his
forces and getting ready to fight.
Governor Cornell is the champion
vetoer. He has refused to sign 123 bills
passed by the New York Legislature.
It is stated that visitors to the Mam
moth Cave, in Kentucky, were never so
scarce as they are at the present season.
A Canadian widow, some two weeks
ago, married her daughter’s widower
eleven weeks after her husband’s death.
Long Sing, the Chinese survivor of
the Jeannette party, has opened a
laundry and tea store in Washington.
Friends of the River and Harbor bill
hope to get it down to $18,000,000, but
even then they fear the President’s veto.
It is stated that the American Presby
terian missionaries stationed at Alexan
dria during the bombardment, were not
harmed.
Michael Davitt, who sailed for Eu
rope a few days ago, collected about
$20,000 for the Land League during his
stay here.
Vennor, the weatherman, is at Ferry
Beach, on the Maine coast, and still his
predictions call for cool weather and
plenty of rain.
At Fremont, Ohio, the home of Mrs.
Hayes, the great female temperance ad
vocate, the Sunday closing law is ignored
by saloon-keepers.
A Miss Alsatia Allen, of Montgom
ery, Alabama, is “the most beautiful
young lady in the United States,” so
Oscar Wilde says. Don’t forget the ad
dress.
Mr. Geo. L. Seney, the Brooklyn
philanthropist, has given another check
for $25,000 to the Wesleyan Female Col
lege of Georgia, making his total gifts to
that institution $125,000.
Mrs. Scoville is still indignant. It
aggravates her to think that a stranger
may realize money on the remains of her
brother while she is denied that privi
lege and is in a destitute condition.
Detroit Free Press fashion note:
Crushed banana” is no longer a popu
ar shade. The woman who crushed it
came down with such force that she
hasn’t been out doors since that date.
Christian Reed,” the Southern
novelist, is Miss Frances 0. frisher. Her
ather fell at the head of his regiment at
c^ Un ’ ' s re P or^e( l to have been
we first Confederate killed in tne war.
Several . ministers are preaching! on
io Egyptian war, and advancing the
e °ry that the Egyptians of these days
Hr e being punished for the hard hearted
'icss of Pharaoh to God’s chosen peo
ple.
A letter of Queen Anne at a recent
ein London sold for $l5O. One from
Queen Henrietta Maria to Cardinal
azaron went for $lO5. Another of
j, nry H e> Prince de Conde, sold for
?400.
Ihe public debt of Egypt is $500,-
and the greater part of it is
England. She also pays £750,-
to rurkey annu illv. That is
makiim a kick for
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fil; ‘h
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klnlton Stem®.
fice of the Ohio State Board of Agricul
ture, it seems that the apple crop is
going to be nearly or quite a how
ever unreasonable the statement may
sound.
The action of the Senate in placing
the tobacco tax at twelve cents is very
unsatisfactory to the tobacco men at
Washington. What they wanted was
that Congress would leave the tax alone
at sixteen cents, or reduce it to eight
cents.
Small snakes have been discovered
in the proboscis of flies. They are about
one-twelfth of an inch In length, and
two-thousandths of an inch in diameter.
It is suggested that the fly may carry
disease germs, and scientists are invest
igating the question.'
A Mormon elder of Salt Lake has had
his thirteen wives photographed, both
in a group and separately. The pictures
have been placed in an elegant album,
and under each woman is engrossed a
quotation of sentimental poetry sugges
tive of her best quality.
Kate Claxton, the actress, who is
summering at Patchogue, L. 1., was en
joying a sail in her boat, the Coquette, a
few days since, when the craft was upset
by a squall. She was thrown into the
water, but rescued without injury, and
having passed through both fire and
water, may consider herself safe.
The New York Sun is receiving com
munications giving remedies for snake
bites. This is the heroic for rattlesnake
bites :
Stop the circulation above the bite; suck
it if your minis are all right; put three
drachms of gunpowder in the wound, and
set it off with a match. Sure cure. An
other remedy for bites is pounded raw
onions applied as poultice.
In dealing with the Mormon qm istion,
the Salt Lake Tribune says :
Polygamy is a disgrace which is realized
in every Morman home. In every Morman
home the plural wives and their children
are looked upon as tainted. That this is
true is made evident by the anxiety of all
such women and children to pass them
selves off as the first wives or the children
of first wives. And it is further made evi
dent by the quarrels which constantly
occur in such families, and by the epithets
which first wives and children bestow upon
the others.
Cannibalism in Fiji.
It was only people who had been
killed that were considered good for
food. Those who died a natural death
were never eaten—invariably buried.
But it certainly is a wonder that the isles
Were not altogether depopulated, owing
Ito the number who were killed. Thus,
i in Namena, in the year 1851, fifty bodies
were cooked for one feast. And when
the men of Ban were at war with the
myn of Ver at a they carried off 260 bodies,,
j seventeen of which were piled on a
, canoe and sent to Rewa, where they
| were received with wild joy, dragged
I about town and subjected to every
| species of indignity ere they finally
reached the ovens. Then, too, justthinkof
the number of lives sacrificed in a coun
try where infanticide was a recognized
institution, and where widows were
strangled as a matter of course! Why,
on one occasion, when there had been a
horrible massacre of Namena people at
Viwa, and upward of 100 fishermen had
been murdered, and their bodies carried
as bokola to the ovens at Bau, no less
than eighty women were strangled to do
honor to tne dead, and corpses lay in
every direction about the mission station.
It is just thirty years since the Rev.
John Watsford, writing from here,
described how twenty-eight victims had
been seized in one day while fishing.
They were brought here alive, and only
stunned when put into the ovens. Some
of the miserable creatures attempted to
: escape from the scorching bed of red-hot
I stones, but only to be driven back and
buried in that living tomb, whence they
1 were taken a few hours later to. feast
their barbarous captors. He adds that
more human beings were eaten on this
little isle of Ban than anywhere else in
1 Fiji. It is very hard, indeed, to realize
that the peaceful village on which I am
! now looking has really been the scene
of such horrors as these, and that many
i of the gentle, kindly people around me
I have actually taken part in them. — At
: Home in Fiji.
A Peculiar Conspiracy.
The London Times is the victim of a
I peculiar conspiracy, which, in its oper-
I ations, illustrates anew that it is the im
possible that happens. For it would
i seem to be impossible, in any well regu
lated newspaper office, that indecent
I expressions could be repeatedly smug
| gled into articles and the author not dis
! covered. The London Times claims to
have the best supervision of any news-
I paper, the best proof-reading, the best
1 of everything. Yet it is said “its mana
gers look at the issue every morning
with fear and trembling,” lest they find
in some prominent place expressions
that no newspaper tolerates. The
annoyance began with what is described
as a “horribly indecent” interpolation
in a speech by Sir William V. Harcourt.
Thiec.iepetitions have occurred, each
“quite as scandalous,” and yet the per
i pet rotor of the outrages is undetected.
It seems incredible that ni ilicious trick
ery of this kind should be carried on
without knowledge of responsible per
sons.
Thirty-six cottages, costing $150,-
| 000, have been erected at Capo May
k ‘ since last season.
DALTON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, JULY 29, 1882
Emerson’s literary Mcihods.
It hrs been Emcrsbn’s habit to spend
the forenoon in his study, with constant
regularity. Ho has not waited for moods,
but caught them as the- name and used
their u s.fits in ‘lm. ••”■. It has
bceh ms wont to jot do. n his thoughts
at all hours and places Ibo ; uggestions
that result from his readin. s, conversa
tions and meditations are immediately
transferred to the null* uuok he always
carries with him. In his walks many a
je-m i.f thought is in this way preserved.
All the restilt of bis thifikiug are thus
fibwetl tip, to bo made use of when re
laired. Alter his note books are filled,
I J transcribes their c. its to a large,
pmmonplace book, Wi-wn a fresh sub
let possossts bis mind, he brings to
fethet the jottings he finds he has
Written down concerning it, fusing them
into a connected whole With the addi
tional material suggested at the time.
His essays are then very slowly elabor
ated, wrought out through days and
months, and eVen years of patient
thought. A curious evidence of this
method of constructing his essays may
be found by the attentive reader in the
repetition of the same phrases in differ
ent essays, showing that a lapse of mem
ory sometimes permits him to draw out
the same sentences and ideas more than
once. One of the most Striking in
stances of this may be found in the
e-says on “Farming” and “Perpetual
Forces,” where the analogies from the
conversibility of forces run almost par
allel with each other, showing the use of
the same materials from his note books
in their composition. His essays are all
carefully revised, again and again ; cor
rected, wrought over, portions dropped,
new matter added, or the paragraphs ar
ranged in a new older. He is unsparing
in his corrections, striking out sentence
after sentence, and paragraphs disappear
from time to time. His manuscript is
everywhere filled with erasures and
emendations; scarcely a page appears
that is not covered with these evidences
of his diligent revision.
Almost everything Emerson has writ
ten was prepared for the lecture plat
form. * * * Ho has not been pri
marily a book-maker, as Carlyle has
been, but an unsettled preacher, or a
university lecturer on morals, not occu
pying a professor’s chair, The books
h ive been an afterthought, printed after
the exigencies of the platform demanded
new topics. This method of composi
tion has led to a wonderful power of
Condensation, and to a marvellous com
pactness of expression. His concentrated
sentences are doubtless wrought out, one
by one, in his lonely walks or in the
quiet of his study, and worked over in
his mind until the Words p. rfectly fit
lhe idea expressed. In no other writer
are there so many sentences which com
plete the subject, and will stand, un
supported and alone, as vindications ot
the author’s thought.— Geo. W. Cooke.
Cash.
G
The word cash is derived from the
Italian cassa, the chest in which Italian
merchants kept their money, as do at
the present time the Spaniards in their
caja, and the Portuguese in their caxa,
and the French in their caisse. The ap
plication of the word “ cash ” to money,
is altogether English, it not having a
corresponding term in any other Euro
pean language. Cash having been so
inconsiderately adopted instead of cassa
(chest), entries in the cash book (it
should bo chest book) aro made in count
ing-houses in this unmeaning way:
“Cash Dr.” and “Cash 0r.,” whereas
the chest, and not the money, is Dr. to
what is put into it; and credit for what ■
is taken out.
In China cash is the one-thousandth
part of a tael, or about one-tenth of an
American cent. The earliest public
bank in modern Europe was that of Ven
ice, founded in 1157. It originated in
the financial difficulties of the State,
which in order to extricate itself, had
recourse to a forced loan from the citi
zens, promising them interest at the rate
of four per cent. It is generally be
lieved that the Chinese were the invent
ors of bank notes, which are said to have
originated about 119 years B. C., in the
reign of the Emperor Ou-ti, who hap
pened to be in want, of money at the
time, and hit upon this device “to raise
it.” Aboutßoo A. D., the Chinese, in the
reign of Haintsoung, of the dynasty of
Thang, issued true bank notes. They
were called feytsien, or flying money.
There was a frequent over-issue of these
notes, and it was so easy to create this
paper currency that the value declined.
It took 11,000‘min, or 15,000 of our dol
lars to buy a cake of rice, and at last the
issue ceased. Two centuries later notes
were issued in China, under legal re
strictions, by joint stock companies, who
promised to pay cash for them every
three years.
In 1321 Sir John Mandeville, who vis
ited India, saw the descril>ed money
made “of lether emprented, or ot
oapyre. Troy 1 imes.
Too Smart.
Some men, and boys also, are so
mart as to think they can dispense with
honesty. Such usually overreach them
selves, as did the boy referred to here :
A youngster was sent by his parent to
take a letter to the postoffice and pay
the postage on it. The boy return. J
highly elated, and said, “Father, I seed
a lot of men putting letters in a little
place ; and, when no one was lookwg, 1.
slipped yours in for nothing.”
As a young shaver of five or six years
was reading at school one day, he came
upon the passage, “Keep thy tongue
I from evil and thy lips from guile.
I Master Hopeful drawled out, “Keep -
! thy tongue—from evil—and - ll'J '
lips—from — girls. ”
Personal Beauty.
The first principle of beauty, as prac
ticed in this progressive town, “ How
to be beautiful.”
Thp wife of an army officer accompa
nied hfer hnSbdnd many years ago to his
post in a distant frontier town. Ambng
the acquaintances she formed there was
a lady who, if remarkable at all, was
noted for b< ing exceedingly Jiomely,
awkward, and commonplace. She had
a waist, like a barrel, shoulders pitched
forward, a rough, thick ekin, coarse
black hair, large, bold eyes, great feetj
and besides all these physical defects
she was dreadfully demonstrative in
manner. She was the senior by several
yeats of the officer’s wife. After a time
the fortunes of war retired the son of
Mars, who settled his family in Wash
ington. In the meantime the lever of
politics had lifted the husband of the
homely lady into Congress, and the two
friends met in socie’ty last winter. Mrs.
Mars Could not believe her eyes, So great
was the. transformation in the appear
ance of her old acquaintance. Mrs.
Congress looked ten years younger than
the junior lady. The many ripples of
soft auburn hair; a complexion smooth
and white; a fashion of drooping the
darkly fringed eyelids, with a faint
shading on the under lid, gave to the
eyes a marked expression of shyness
smd languor. lifer manner was full of
repose, and strikingly graceful; her feet
the perfection of symmetry, in French
boots ; the hands had the refinement of
pink nails and taper fingers, and even
her voice had changed and dropped into
those sweetly modulated tones which
pass current for thorough breeding in
good society. Poor, mystified Mrs.
Mars looked and wondered, pondering
on all this, asking herself and others,
“ How in the world did she accomplish
such a metamorphosy?” How? How
does the winning horse lap and pass
others and reach the last quarter pole ?
Through training. Money and time are
the great factors to success, and the way
to succeed is to Succeed. Mrs. Congress
has both. Money purchased her beauti
ful hair, paid for Turkish baths and
cosmetics, secured the service of a maid
who could give proper shading to her
eye-lids and teach her the art of droop
ing lids. It brought her graceless
figure into shapely proportions. It paid
chiropodists to treat her feet and mani
cures to polish her finger nails, while
time and thimbles tapered the fingers.
It employed dressmakers and milliners,
Salaried a master, who instructed her
how to enter the room, bow, pose, seat
herself and manage her train, all with
the poetry of motion. The moral neces
sity to be beautiful puts incipient wrin
kles under the embargo of emulsions,
sent her to bed with her face buried in
poultices of Iris'll oatmeal and milk,
bandaged feet and pinioned hands in
ointment-lined gloves, and put the
brakes on a too expansive waist. Men
pursue ambition, wealth, and that bub
ble, reputation ; women march up to the
cannon’s mouth of physical torture and
welcome martyrdom solely to bo beauti
ful.-- Washington Free Press.
Understanding Men’s Natures.
About mid-afternoon yesterday a citi
zen who pulls down the scales at, 196
pounds descended the first flight of
stairs beyond the post-office in just the
same manner that a bag of oats would
have chosen, and when lie brought up
at the foot he was in no frame of mind
to ehip in anything for the heathen in
Africa. The first citizen who arrived
on the spot knew what his duty required
of him on such an occasion, and he smil
ingly remarked:
“I don’t believe you can improve on
the old way!”
The secqnd citizen passing was in a
hurry; but he knew that he, must halt
and inquire:
••Like that any better than coming
down lhe wav the rest of us do?
The third citizen had business at the
post office, but he turned aside, cleared
his throat, and remarked: .
‘■Evidently tell down stairs: < uri
ous how it sets the blood to circulating!
Some of you had better see if his nose is
broken ’good-lye?"
There was a fourth spectator, and he
slowly entered the door-way, bent over
the victim, and remarked:
•• I’d have given a dollar to see him
comedown! lie’s one of the sort who
bump every stair! .
jhe filth man was about to add his
mite when the victim rose up. lbs
elbows were skinned, his nose barked,
his coat torn and his buck sand papered
the whole length, but he was :i man
who had traveled. He knew that ev
erybody in the crowd was hoping to see
him jump up ami down and shake his
fists, and paw the air, and t > hear him
declare that lie would lick all the men
who could be packed in a ten-acre lot,
and therefore ho brought a sweet smile
"to his face, lifted his hat like a perfect
(rentleman, and limped up stairs with
the bland remark:
“Stubbed my toe as I came in the door,
von know, and came near falling in a
heap.” Detroit Tree Press.
Near Calistoga, (al.. there is a
mourn! of earth probably live feet high
er than the ground surrounding. On
this Mr. Teale set an orange tree five
years a ,r o. and also set another one
about thirty feet from the one on the
mound. The tree on the elevation of
ground lias never been touched with
u,e frost, and thrives remarkably well.
;::;,:i, ->■«*•■
Cation is remarkable.
A TALE OF A SHIRT.
1 l»e of Time the <xrent lowa
Siaieamun Note <>ne.
[Denver ]
Apropos of General Sherman’s visit to
Denver, a story is told of the General's
experience with Henry Clay Dean. The
two had been friends for years, and when
Sherman became General and Dean
happened to beiu Washington, the later,
naturally enough, felt a desire to renew
the old acquaintance.
He called at Sherman’s house and was
received with open arms. They talked
over old times, and nothing would do
but Dean must stay to dinner.
“ But, General,” remonstrated Mrs.
Sherman in her husband’s ear, “ I can’t
have such a dirty looking man at my
table ; can’t you spruce him up a lit
tle ? ”
The General said he’d fix thet, and so
at an opportune moment he hustled Mr.
Dean up stairs, ransacked a bureau, and
produced a clean shirt for him to put on.
Mrs. Sherman was mollified, and the
dinner was really a charming affair, for
there is no more delightful, entertaining
and instructive conversationalist than
Henry Clay Dean.
One year after this event General
Sherman was at the Lindell Hotel, St.
Louis, with his family. A card was
brought up bearing Henry Clay Dean’s
name.
Mrs. Sherman was much pleased.
“He is such a charming talker, we
must have him to dinner. Only you
must see that he looks presentable.”
These were madhm’s words to the
warrior.
So Sherman welcomed Dean, and,
just before going to dinner, slipped him
into a side room and gave him a clean
shirt to wear. Dean duffed his coat and
vest, and, after several desperate efforts,
succeeded in divesting himself of the
shirt he had on—a soiled, grimy, black
thing, that looked as if it had seen long
and hard service. Then they all went
down to dinner, and Mr. Dean was more
charming than ever, and Mr. Sherman
was in ecstacies.
The next day, as Mrs. Sherman was
getting her husband’s duds and clothes
together, preparatory to packing them
for the onward march, she gave a sort
of a wild, hunted scream.
“What is it, my dear,” called the
General from the next room.
“Just come in here for a minute,”
replied Mrs. Sherman, between faint
gasps.
The General went in. There stood
Mrs. Sherman holding in her left hand
the begrimed shirt Henry Clay Dean
had left. With her right hand she
pointed to certain initials on the lower
edge of the bosom. The initials read
“ W. S. T.”
It was the identical shirt General
Sherman had loaned Henry Clay Dean
in Washington twelve months before !
Married lor Love.
The man who has married for love is a
happy fellow. He is generally cheerful,
and always thinking about the dear ones
at home. He prefers to live out of town
for the sake of the children. He is
rarely late at business, rises early,
gardens a little, eats a hearty breakfast,
and goes to the necessary labor with a
light heart and a clean conscience.
He often brings home pleasant sur
prises for his wife and children. You
may recognize him in trains loaded with
parcels, which he good naturedly carries
with perfect unconcern of what others
think—a new bonnet, music, books, a
cloak for bis wife; while in another
parcel the wheels of a cart, a jack-in-the
box, a doll, or skipping rope, intrude
through the paper and suggest the
nursery. He is brave and kind, though
he makes no noise in the world.
The humanizing influence of that
darling red-cheeked little fellow who
calls him father brings a glow and rap
ture of the purest pleasure earth holds;
for the man who has never felt a tiny
hand clasp his will al ways lack something
—he will be less human, less blessed
than others.
This is the noble, the honest, the only
form of life that imparts real content
ment and joy, that w ill make a deathbed
glorious, and love see peace through its
tears. It is so purely unselfish, so ten
derly true; it satisfies the highest in
stincts, it stimulates men to the best
deeds they are capable of.—Fo/iAcrs
The Dean’s Thanks.
Some accidents seem to have hap
pened on purpose, so pat are they. For
instance:
A certain Dean of Ely was once at a
dinner, when, just as the cloth was re
moved’ the subject of discourse hap
pened to bo that of extraordinary mor
tality among lawyers.
•‘‘We have lost,” said a
“ not less than seven eminent b- —
in as many months.” The LteawXjP
was very deaf, rose just at the <
sion of these remarks and gave the « =•
pany grace:
“For this and every other mercy
make us devoutly thankful.”
An Ohio Nero.
The Ohio boy is full of genius. He
Lad been reading that Nero fiddled while
Rome burned, mid his fancy was kindled
by the mere thought of the sublime
spectacle How hard it is to repress the
mveiK-ity that bespeaks the possession
heaven-born endowments. On<-afki
neon this boy set tire to the worxlsheil,
I it im liu" up on adjoining feme, i
<ov<"re<l his “/
i, lt ( ,f paper, nm! 'Vii/le the/
the Mo /o'*/
. .5,1-Toil r,u </«?'■’ sttc’r- I
an al"
viurd.
TEE.MB: SI.OO A YEAR,
PITH AND POINT.
—lt costs a man more to be misera
ble than it does to make his family
happy.
—The mother-in-law does not remem
ber that she was once a daughter-in-law.
—Spanish Proverb.
—Minnesota has just exhumed the
skeleton of a woman who must have
stood nine feet high and had a foot, as
long as a nail keg. Anybody missing
from Northern Indiana?— Detroit Free
Press.
—The Rector (to Irish plasterer on
ladder pointing a wall); “That mortar
must have been very bad.” Pat (with a
grin): “Faix, ye can’t expict the likes o’
good Roman cimint to stick to a Protest
ant church, sorrl”— Punch.
—A journey around the world now
takes about ninety days, and the cost
can be reduced to SBOO. And in going
round in that time and at that expense
you can have about as much fun as you’d
get in sitting all night in a rainstorm on
a picket fence listening to a bull-dog
bark at a cat in a barrel.— Boston Post.
—They were courting: “What makes
the stars so dim to-night?” she said,
softly. “Your eyes are so much bright
er,” he whispered, pressing her hand.
They are married now. “I wonder how
many telegraph poles it would take to
reach the stars from here?” she said,
musingly. “One, i'i it was long enough,”
he growled. “Why don’t you talk com
mon sense?”
—An old peasant on the south shore
of Long Island was telling his visitor
how pleasant it was. “But,” asked the
friend, slapping his face with his hand
kerchief, “don’t you have a great many
mosquitoes and sand-flies?” “Y'a-as,”
said the man, “but then we sorter like
them.” “How can that be?” “Wa-al,
you see, we feel so kinder good when
they go away.”— N. Y. Tribune.
—The King of Bavaria has announced
that he will not read books printed in
quarto size. We shall remember this
when we issue our book—provided the
King promises to buy eight hundred
copies of a 1,000-edition. This would
leave only two hundred volumes on our
hands as dead stock, which would be
doing pretty well, considering the quali
ty of Ithe book. — Norristown Herald.
—Pat borrowed some money of a
friend, and was unable to pay it back
when he came for it; and the friend be
came very angry, and said: “Now,
Pat, if you don’t pay me that money by
next Monday, I shall give you a thrash
ing,” The next day, as Pat was stioll
ino- along the street, he jostled a man,
who cried out, “Look out what you are
doing, or 1 will knock you into the
middle of next week.” “Be jabers! an’
I wish ye wud, sorr; for then I wud be
over Mundy.”— N. F. Sun.
—lt is a very cold day when a new
agony isn’t forthcoming. It is now
quite the idea for a young lady to send
a miniature Japanese parasol to a kind
ly disposed gentleman friend. It is a
small matter, but fraught with this deep
significance: “Summer is coming by
and by. Will yon carry my sun um
brella by the shimmering, shining sea?
l he young gentleman immediately pro
ceeds to bank his c : gar and beer mon
ey, that he may have enough on hand
for a shore dinner for two. — New Hawn
Beqi'der.
Butterine.
The subject of food adulteration opens
up an infinite field of discussion,
and there is much to be said for and
against it. The butterine factory in
citv, which has just declared a div * nh *
of 10 per cent., reveals the fact twith M. AO.
extensive business has been ca’New Orleans
the past year in the ni&nnfactnA
sale of an imitation of butter ; but jv. sup'l.
butterine can not be called an '
ated article of food, neverthelei
can be no doubt that thousands
pie are daily buying the artic<l
the impression that it is genuinm I QTJJg
And in this connection we will'*’ u
from practical knowledge of the i
manufacture, we would infinitely ufORS 1
oleomargerine to rancid butter, an<
readily concede its superior
ness ; and yet the business —altliongff —i'
the company sells its product as butter
ine—supplies the retailer with means of
deception, and practically results in
giving to the consumer, perhaps in a
majority of instances, that which he did
not buy.— New Orleans Sugar Planter.
Missing Dogs.
We feai the article we published in
regard to girls who kiss dogs has been
taken wrong, by some. We have a del
icately scented note —not scented like
dog, however—from a Chicago girl, who
is indignant. She says she had rather
kiss a dog any time than a man. That
is all right. It is only a matter of taste.
If the man she refers to smells like a
dog, and has fleas, and his eyes run, and
he licks himself instead of washing, we
don’t blame her. Os course she knows
more about hjm than we -do. But if a
nice, clean man should come her way, a
man with the modern improvements,
who could kiss back, which a dog can’t,
we will bet she would drop her dog like
a hot potato and freeze to the man like
the ivy to the oak, and she would forget
all about her dog. Try it once, sis, and
you will sell your dog to the first butcher
that comes along.— Peck s Sun.
—The srilded youth of the day, as dis-
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