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“ Now,” in * Chili tone Rhe eaid,
“ I will be Frank; ’tie trne.
Although you Arab brilliant catch,
I do not Cass re you.”
“ 0, lady, Dane to hear my suit—
This heart is Scot by thee.”
“ Nay, sir. I cannot heed your words,
For you Arnaut to me.”
« ’Tis Welsh,” she added, frcezingly,
♦ “ Since Siam pressed so far,
To Hindoo you no longer here;
And so, good sir, Tartar.”
“ What Ottoman like mo to do ?
Bewailed the stricken man;
“I’ll Finnish up my mad career,
And wed the Galican.”
THE JOKER'S BUDGET.
CUPPER FKfllk THE HUMOROUS
PAPERS THIS WEEK.
THOUGHTS ABOUT POTTERY.
The Hawkeye philosopher says; Verily,
the potter hath power over the clay.
Therefore, the clay is the pot, but the
man who makes it is the potter. Ergo,
protest. Refined and scholarly joke.
This style six for a dollar. For two dol
lars an explanation of this superlative joke
and the Hawkeye for one year will be
Bent to any part of the United States or
Canada. Put that in your clear Havana
cigar and smoke it.
Pottery is the oldest industry in tne
world. Adam was made of clay. But
he acted as though he was only half
«, baked. His son Cain built the first kiln
. ’ in the country.
The potter works in the mud, hence we
admire his work. His life is one long act
of mudder, but he is never hanged for it,
though sometimes he is broken at the
wheel.
All his work, however good, goes to the
fire. What he bakes you cannot eat, al
though you eat what the other baker sets
on it.
The potter is an aristocrat by nature,
and always belongs to a set. To several
gets, in fact.
„ He is independent and urns his own
living
He is a base ball star, and makes a bet
ter pitcher than the “old Nolan.”
He is no deacon, but he passes the plate
regularly. A rigid temperance man, he
is fond of his bowl. And he always
makes it go round, too.
There never was but one blind potter,
and he did not stay blind long, for he
made a cup and saw, sir.
He is always hopeful, for it is in his
nature to look cup.
He is a generous fellow, and what is his
»is ewers.
He believes in human equality, and
thinks the law should make daymen the
equals of the clergy.
“Who breaks, pays,” must have been
originated by the potter. Although in
these perilous times, it is more likely to
read, “who pays, breaks.”
A pottery is the place where they make
pots, but not Jack pots, by a long chalk.
The potters make all things of clay, but
this does not make clazay of them, by
any means.
Thin thing may seem to be running in
to the greund. That’s where it hifc to
go, to get the raw material.
DENVER TRIBUNE FABLES.
A child Awakening from its Sleep in
the Dead of Night, cried out to his Mam
ma in affright: “Oh, mamaa,” said the
Child, “I saw a Big Kitty at the Win
dow.” “Be calm, my Dear,” replied the
Mother, “I have been Married too Long
k to be Worried at anything Short of
P Snakes in your Papa’s Boots. ”
A Dog and his Tail fell into a Dispute
as to which should Wag the Other. An
itinerant Wasp passing that Way casually
Remarked: “Speaking of Tails reminds
me that I Possess one which May possi
bly bo Influential enough to Wag you
Both.” This fable Teaches that ten
cents’ worth of Dynamite is a bigger man
than a Church Steeple.
A Child who hail a Mild typo of the
Measles invited a number of her Ac
quaintances to a Party. Producing from
the Pantry a Bowl of Sweetmeats, she
k said: “Behold now an Act of Generosity.
F I will Take the Sweetmeats, and you,
Unless you immediately Take your De
parture, will Take the Measles.” This
fable illustrates the ingenuousness of
childhood.
A precocious Boy was once afflicted
with a Boil in that Locality of the Anat
omy which is seldom mentioned in Polite
Bociety. To him a Playmate addressed
Words of Condolence. “Oh,” replied
the Precocious Boy, “I’m not so Power
ful bad off After all. This boil has
taught me, in its Quiet, unobtrusive
way, what Mantel-Pieces were Made for,
a« you yourself shall Learn if you will
Stay and See me Eat my Supper.” This
fable Teaches that All created things
have their Spheres to Fill in this Life.
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A boy will go in swimming and fool
around the water for hours together;
but when told to his face he will
have almost a hydrophobic dread of hall
• Pint of water.
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FOUR-YEAR-OLD JOE’S PIPE.
Probably the youngest confirmed
smoker of tobacco in New York is Joseph
Granger, a chubby four-year-old who
lives at No. 9 Mulberry street. His
father, August Granger, is a skilled .
French glass worker, employed in D. I
Durand’s Worth street factory. The
other day a Sun reporter saw the young
ster toddling about the shop with his
lighted pipe in his mouth. He is a four
year-old of full size. His eyes are bright
and clear, and his cheeks were rosy
enough to show good color, despite the
trying effect of a Tam O’Shanter cap of
flaming red. The plumpness which
severely strained the buttons of his com
fortable overcoat was apparently solid
and healthy tissue. He manifested a
wholesome respect for Mr. Durand, but
sturdily resisted that gentleman’s effort
to take away his pipe. He howled dis
mally when his resistance was overcome
and the pipe was forced from his clenched
teeth and determined grasp. It was a
common wooden pipe, soaked and strong.
The reporter consoled Joe with a
cigar. He seized it eagerly. It was a
big one, full flavored, dark and strong.
The baby smoker shut his fist tightly
upon it, held it jealously against his
breast, and clamored for a match. His
little teeth were scarcely equal to the
task of biting off the end of the cigar,
but he nibbled at it until he found it
would draw, and then scratched Ins
match. Having secured a good light, he
smoked away with every air of satisfac
tion at the change, nodding his head
vigorously when asked if he liked the
cigar better than the pipe. His pipe he
holds firmly in his teeth, and scarcely
puts his hand to it until it is smoked out.
The cigar was too big to close his teeth
on comfortably, so he held it between his
lips with one hand, never letting go his
hold upon it for an instant, and very
seldom taking it out of his mouth.
The father of this four-year-old is not
without concern as to the effect of his
indulgence in tobacco. He is a heavy
smoker himself. Little Joe has been ad
dicted to the weed since he was eighteen
months old. He was weaned at that age.
The family don’t remember how he first
came to get hold of a pipe. It never
made him sick. When they had got over
gratifying liis taste for the sake of the
oddity, and tried to break him of the
habit, they found that they couldn’t
The sight of a pipe was the signal for an
outcry that could be stilled only by al
lowing him to smoke. They gave it up.
Joe has since smoked regularly, and calls
upon his mother to fill his pipe as soon
as he gets up in the mornirg. He
smokes through the day as often as he
can prevail upon her to give him a pipe
ful of tobacco. His health seems to be
good, but he is inclined to taciturnity.
When he has his pipe in his mouth it is
difficult to get a word out of him, and
his customary attitude is one of medita
tion. Whether this is really the outward
and visible sign of deep thought or of the
stupefying effect of the tobacco, Mr.
Granger does not attempt to say. The
boy sleeps well, but eats scarcely two
solid ounces of food a day, though he is
plump as a partridge.
Paying a Bet.
The Committee on Harmony, of the
Lime-Kiln Club, reported that the Lime-
Kiln Club was at peace and harmony
with every government on earth except
Greece, and with every organization and
association in America except the Con
cord School of Philosophy. During the
quarter the committee had taken action
in twenty-four instances where members
of the club had differed in opinion, and
the only case left was that of Whalebone
Howker vs. Clay Bank Tyler.
“ What am dat case?” softly inquired
the President.
It was explained that Brother Howker
had won an election bet of Brother
Tyler, but that the latter refused to
square up. He was asked to stand up,
and when he was on his feet Brother
Gardner said:
“ Brudder Tyler, did you bet a new
hat dat de Republicans would carry New
York by a millyon majority ?”
“Yes, sah.” „
“ Has you paid dat bet yit ?
“ No, sah.”
“Was you waitin’ fur anythin’ in
pertickler to happen befo’ you paid dat
bet ?”
“No, sah.” •
“Den you had better settle de matter
befo’ de nex’ meetin’ occurs. A man who
am fool nuff to bet on leckshim shoiild
be idiot nuff to pay what he loses.
1 Detroit Free Press.
Some nsischiof-maker in New York
j the other night sent out several false
fire-alarms, calling out seventy-six on
nines and sixteen hook and ladder com
panies. There is a heavy reward for
capture. Superintendent Mailing
; and his officers are trying to devise means
to put an end to this practice, which
has become a perfect nuisance. f-
Mail.
DALTON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1883.
A VERMONT MYSTERY.
How n Great Journalistic War line! Its
Origin a Few Years Ago.
Speak to a gray-haired Vennonter al tout
the “ Masonic times,” and you touch the
greatest political excitement of his life.
Some of the whig campaigns saw more
noise, while in the anti-slavery st niggle
there was the great depth of purpose, but
in heat and bitterness nothing since polit
ical parties existed has equaled the* con
tests following the Morgan abduction.
A belief that the great secret society was
acting in public affairs, to manage govern
ment, protect criminals and what not,
caused the forming of a distinct and a iti-
Masonic party, to wliich members cf the
order and outsiders who held a contrary
opinion—these last derisively called ‘ ‘jack
masons ’’—were opposed, and the fight
became so hot that all other political ques
tions were quite lost sight of, and it could
almost be said, that every mtm hated per
sonally each individual on the other side.
And at this time there was a local ‘ ‘ mys
sery,” only less remarkable in the devel
opment than the one in which Thurlow
Weed was so much interested, and a curi
ous chapter in political history it makes.
The story has never been fully told since
the occurrences, and is now worth recall
ing.
Joseph Bumham, a middle-aged farm
er of the town of Woodstock, was con
victed two or three years before Morgan’s
disappearance, and sentenced to a term
in the State Prison at Windsor. The
woman who made the charge had a bad
character, many believed the man inno
,eent, and a strong effort was made to get
him pardoned, headed by his son George,
who lived in New York City; but while
this work was in progress, October 16,
1826, Burnham died in prison. His body
was delivered to the son, George, two
days later, and by him taken to Wood
stock and buried. There is no doubt
that these are the facts. But soon after
the death there ca me a rumor that a man
named Lyman Mower, who once lived in
Woodstock and knew Burnham there,
had seen him in New York City, alive
and well, going by the name of Patrick
Dolon. The matter attracted very little
attention until the rising of the excite
ment following Morgan’s disappearance,
two or three years later, when the old
story came up in a most unaccountable
way as a Masonic outrage.
Bumham was a Mason, the superin
tendent of the prison, the physician in
charge and some other officers, as well
George, the son, were Masons, and the
belief gained ground that the prisoner
had feigned death and been allowed to
escape by the prison officials, while the
body of some other person was buried
by his friends as a blind. And in the
popular excitement of the time this mat
ter assumed a degree of importance
which now seems incredible in view of
the slender evidence upon which the
case rested—the reported statement of
Mower, who was known to be an unreli
able man. The story, however, grew
and grew until in the summer of 1829 it
was taken up by the newspapers and a
journalistic war ensued, the like of
which was never seen in Vermont before
or since. In the midst of this Mower
published an affidavit setting forth that
he saw Burnham in New York in the
fall of 1826, and that in 1828 he had met
and talked with him often.
A man named Cutter also made affidav
it that he saw Burnham in New York
in July of the current year, and these
statements, with whispers of some pend
ing developments about the prison, fair
ly created popular fury. In October the
Woodstock selectmen ordered the disin
terment of Burnham’s remains for identi
fication. The body was exhumed, but
could not be identified with certainty,
and a few days later the operation was
repeated in the presence of a large crow d,
but with no better result. But at the
same-time the matter was taken to the
Legislature, as the conduct of State offi
cers w“« involved, and then the truth
was established. A legislative committee
went to New York and offered Mower
SSOO if he would produce Burnham in
Vermont, and guaranteed a pardon for
the latter. Thereupon the whole thing
fell through.
Patrick Dolan was found, and it seemed
that Mower had known him perfectly
well for several years and could not pos
sibly have been mistaken as he then said
he was. The most probable explanation
of the whole matter is that some sem
blance which Dolan bore to Burnham led
Mower to make a thoughtless remark,
which was magnified in going to Ver
mont, that as the excitement rose he lied
deliberately from love of mischief and
notoriety, and that Cutter did the same.
The committee’s report was ordered pub
lished in the newspapers, and the con
troversy died out, but still bo many
stories had been circulated and such an
issue made of the matter that to this day
many persons believe that Jo Burnham
was let out of prison alive by fellow-
Masons,
A Philadelphian, detained by busi
ness, spent a recent Sunday in Baltimore.
In the evening he went into a saloon and
took a drink, several men who were pres
ent drinking with him. The next morn
ing he was astonished by a summons to
appear before the Grand Jury as a wit
ness to prove that the saloon-keeper had
violated the Sunday law. He acknowl
edged that he had drank in the place
named, and when asked if others were
present, promptly pointed out two of the
jurymen as his chance companions of
the night before. “That will do,” in
terrupted the foreman hastily; “that will
do you can go home,” and the Phila
delphian was politely escorted to the
dour by a bailiff.
OVER THE WIRES.
Ediaon'b Experlenct r n Tclcurnphcr mxl
How He Bent the Boys.
“What were the real facts of that Bos
ton experience you had in fast receiving a
good many years ago?” Mr. Edison was
asked.
“Letmee.ee; that was in 1868. Iliad
been working in Louisville, Ky., a
couple of years, and went from there to
Michigan. A friend named Adams got
me a place here in Boston, and I came
over, arriving here about 4:30 o’clock,
and had to go to work at 5:30 o’clock.
Although it was the middle of win'er I
came into the with a linen duster
on, for I was very poor then. A fellow
named Jack Viright, who knew me out
West, thought to have some fun, so he
posted the office and had New York put
on an operator named Bagby at their
end of the line, with a special of 800
words to the Journal’. He had had my
end switched to a table about the middle
of the room, near the manager's desk.
Not suspecting anything, I sat down and
commenced taking it. Scon Bagley
commenced to ‘whoop ’em up,’ and,
although I was accustomed to keep six
ot eight words behind in copying, 1
thought it best to close up, especially as
he commenced to send some awful
sticking stuff, making l’s of his m’s and
contracting his words, sending ‘imy,’ for
instance, for ‘immediately,’ I having to
write it out in full. Happening to look
up, I noticed fifteen or twenty operators
grinning behind me. Then I saw it was
a ‘put-up job,’ and tny blood got up and
I determined I would not break. Opera
tors in New York asked over other wires
if I was getting it, and would hardly
believe the replies. When I thought he
had reached the top of his speed I opened
my key and said : ‘Don’t go to sleep;
shake yourself and hurry through this !’
“The way I managed it was this: I
had practiced all kinds of handwriting,
and found that by a kind of print hand I
could write fifty-five words per minute,
and I knew there was no man who could
keep up that speed with a telegraph key,
so I felt safe if I could only read the
ticking. I had no fears as to that either,
as I had read all kinds of ‘clipped’ send
ing in the West. Another thing that
was in my favor is, that I am a little
deaf, so that the hum of nn office does
not disturb me, and I gave my whole
attention to the clicking of an instru
ment.
“There is a little experience I had out
in Indianapolis that may interest you.
I was very ambitious to receive ‘press
report,’ and used to sit up until the 2 a.
m. ‘press report;’ listening beside the re
ceiving operator, until after awhile I
could receive it very nicely, and then I
wanted to receive press myself. Natur
ally, when I had the real responsibility
of taking it, I ‘bulled’ it bad at first, as
they sent at the rate of forty words a
minute. I thought the matter over, and
worked out a little plan to have the
‘register’ indent soipe tin foil as it came
in, and then had the boy turn it tluough
another instrument, which ticked it off
at the rate of about twenty-five words
per minute, which I read and wrote off
very easily. The only trouble was that
we got ‘3o’ (good night) from the East
about 2:30 a. xn., while it was sometimes
an hour or more later when we got the
last sheet to the newspapers. They com
menced to growl after awhile, and our
manager dropped in cn ns one morning
and discovered our fit tie game in full
blast.
“By the way, there were several valu
able inventions wrapped up in that office
trick. Talking of the tinfoil reminds me
of another incident. There was a fast
sending tournament gotten up once, in
which the judges were to be at St. Louis,
and the fast-senders throughout the
State were to send from their respective
offices to the central office in St. Louis.
Now, although I have a reputation as a
receiver, I have just the opposite reputa
tion as a sender, and when I entered my
name in the list to compete there was
great ‘ha-haing’ over the wires. We
were given a chapter ?n the Bible to
send, and, while the other men were prao
ticinu sending it. I worked out the ehup
ter on the tinfoil, and fixed everything
already to turn the crank at the rate of
about fifty or fifty-five words per minute,
getting our boys to keep quiet about it.
For some reason the contest never came
off, aud I did not have the pleasure of
carrying off the prize.”— Boston Herald.
A boston policeman, on being asked
why he did not interfere in a fight, re
marked that he was never inclined to l>e
pragmatical. A Chicago policeman said
it was against the rules. The fact in
both cases was that the policeman
thought that if he interfered he would
get walloped, which in our judgment was
a mighty good reason for staying out,—
Boston Post.
Physicians say that people sleep bet
ter if the head of the bed is placed to the
north. But it depends u good deal
where the baby’e head w<
ORIGIN OF PETROLEUM.
j,Few Theories m to How It Came Into Ex.
Ist once.
A matter of absorbing but still unsat
isfied curiosity, says a letter from Brad
ford, Pa., to the New York Evening
Post, is the origin of this petroleum or
“rock oil,” gushing up from a thousand
or more feet below the surface, and fill
ing so large a place in our commerce and
industry. Science, on many points so
precise and positive, gives us here two
divergent theories. By one hypothesis
it is contended that the porous sand
rock which underlies the oil regions on
an average about a fifth of a mile below
the surface is the original source of the
oil deposit. In these sand-rock strata,
so it is said, formed from beds and
shoals of rivers, there were ngea ago
deposited vast masses of vegetation.
These, under certain conditions, pro
duced coal which in its chemical con
stituents much resembles oil; but under
conditions a little varied they produced
oil which, with gas, is held suspended
in the spongy stone, and now and then
gathers in cavernous magazines, where
it is held fast Under the immense pres
sure which, when relaxed by the oil
digger’s drill, drives the fluid to tl J sur
face in a jet of oil and gas. A second
theory asserts that the oil is not gener
ated in the sand-rock measures, but in
the carboniferous shales far below. Here
there is developed by heat a gas which,
forcing its way upward through rocky
Assures, reaches the colder sand-rock
strata, where it is condensed into oil,
and this oil is held down under the
harder upper crust of sand-rock until
the drill gives it exit. This last is, I be
lieve, the hypothesis most generally ac
cepted by scientists of present fame.
Whatever the origin of petroleim, there
can be no doubt of the magnitude of
those operations of Nature which—scien
tifically rather than commercially speak
ing—have been going on over an area of
some 4, 000 square miles in Pennsylvania
alone, which have led to the sinking of
some 30,000 wells, costing on an average
at least $2,500 each, or $75,000,000 alto
gether, and which have been so wantonly
abused by the improvidence of man that
the shallows which portend the failure
of our coal-oil supply have already be
gun to fail.
The crude petroleum, as it issues from
the Bradford Wells, might very readily
be mistaken for dirty water. It is yel
low in tint, takes tire like other oils,
foams easily when ignited, and seems
more viscid and less strong in smell than
the lower grades of the refined article.
If the reader will take a small vial, fill
t with water, add a little sweet oil and
yellow dirt, then shake up the compound
vigorously, he will have—barring the
smell —a pretty good likeness of the
crude rock-oil of the Bradford region.
In refining about one-quarter of the crude
petroleum passes away, largely into more
solid products, which are so far utilized
now that petroleum may be regarded as
a complex pnxluct with every part val
uable. Few people appreciate its place
hi our export trade. In the fiscal year
ending in 1881 we shipped to foreign
countries petroleum and petroleum pro
duct* worth $40,315,000. It ranks third
in our export trade, following bread
stuffs and cotton, and the exports rep
resent only a fraction of the whole pro
duct. In this connection I may say
that, according to trustworthy estimates
here in Bradford, the notorious Standard
oil monopoly which controls the trade
can produce refined petroleum at five
cents a gallon. Householders, there
fore, can estimate for themselves, from
the local prices they pay to their grocers,
the intermediate costs and profits. Here
in Bradford the best refined petroleum
Bells at ten cents a gallon.
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The Oldest Cow on Record.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch says: The
most aged cow in Georgia—perhaps in
the United States—is owned by a citizen
of Hawkinsville. The owner assures us
that the cow is 100 years old, and is now
giving milk. When we mentioned the
improbability, in fact, the almost impos
sibility, of his cow being 100 years old,
the gentleman assured us that she has
belonged to his grand parents, great
grand parents, and other ancestors, and
that there is no doubt that the cow is
100 years of age. We can say for the
owner of the cow—the gentleman who
makes the statement —that he is one of
our most esteemed citizens, one not ac
customed to exaggerate, and whose word
has never been doubted. The gentle
man is fifty years of age, and is a mem
ber of one of the old and noted families
of the State.
Would Have His Way.—The cause
of Julius Goldsmith’s first attempt at
suicide, in San Francisco, was the refusal
of a girl to marry him. His life was
saved, and, impressed by the proof of his
affection, the woman changed her mind
and became his wife. But still he was
not happy. On three occasions in a year
ho took doses of laudanum, and the last
one was fatal.
TERMS: Si.OOA YEAR.
WIT ANO WISDOM.
It is always “put up or shut up” with
the umbrella. — Boston Bulletin.
It is the sure badge of a clown not to
mind what pleases those he is with.
It may be set down as an axiom that
when a person grows fat he grows waist
ful.
Josh Billings says: “Next to a
clear conscience for solid comfort comes
an old shoe.”
“ Have you ever seen a mermaid, cap
tain ?’’ asked a lady on a Staten Island
boat. “I’ve seen a good many fish
women, madam, if that’s what you
mean.” was the reply.
“When’ll you be back, my dear ?” in
quired a wife of an angry husband who
wan going off in a hurry. “ Whenever I
please, madam !” “Do try and not be
any later than that, if you can help it I”
was her meek reply.
A Young Inventor.—The yourfgest
inventor on the records in Washington is
Walter Ncvegold, a lad 15 years of age,
of Bristol, Fa., who has patented im
portant improvements in rolling mill
machinery.
A young man in Des Moines loved a
girl so wildly that he wrote her fifteen
letters a day for five weeks. At the end
of that time she elojied with another
fellow as a matter of self-protection.—
Boston Post.
A Philadelphia man has bought a
schooner and gone in search of seals.
His wife wants a sacque for the coming
winter, anT he calculates to save sev
eral hundred dollars by getting the
material in this way.
We are willing to take a certain
amoun tof stock in newspaper accounts
of Western cyclones, tut when an Arkan
sas paper tells about a zephyr carrying a
bed quilt sixty-one miles, and then going
back for the sheet, we ain’t there.
One sign of prosperous times is the
activity among dealers in patent medi
cines. Or is it an Indication of hard
times on the theory that the people have
less time to fuss over their fancied ail
ment when they get busy?— Boston
Transcript.
Health journals say that to retain a
sound constitution n man must lie on the
right side. Yes, but which is the right
side ? Every lawyer, preacher and edi
tor in the country thinks the side he is
lying on is the right one.— Txas Sift
ings.
Hereafter, when you are in New
York, don’t drink. Ono of the Central
Park ostriches swallowed ft glass of lager
lieer the other day, and died almost im
mediately. It doesn’t do to touch New
York liquor unless yox vere born in the
place, and weaned it.— Lowell Cit-
izen.
Dean Stanley is said to have had
great love for children, though he was
childless. As the Dean might at any
time have drawn on an orphan asylum
for fifteen or twenty little prattlers, and
as he never did do so, it is fair to infer
that the Dean was a gentleman of re
markable self-control, and that he never
allowed his affections to run away with
him.
Oscar Wilde lost his trunk while on
a lecturing tour last fall, and his lega
were in a state of perturbation painful to
sec. “ ’Ere, ’Arry ! ’Arry ! ’Ere’s a jolly
go, I say I I ’avo the brawscs for the
luggage, and the blooming conductor 'as
gone and shunted the luggage van off on
another line, don’t you know I Blawst
the bloody luck of it; I cawn’t see any
think in this howling country but trouble,
you know.” — Burlington Hawkeye.
The modern JEsop: A father had four
sons, who were very naughty, and often
gave the neighbors cause for serious dis
satisfaction. For this reason he sum
moned them in his presence and showed
them four twigs of hazel. “ Take notice,
my sons, that if I should strike you with
one of these twigs alone, you would feel
little ; whereas, if I should bind them all
together, it would cause you great pain.”
And hereupon he tied them together and
gave the boys a sound thrashing.— Fli*
gende Blatter.
The Fire Fiend.
A shop was burned down in the town
jf Dawson, Ga., recently, and this is
the way in which the local chronicler
describes the event: “Before the fire
engine had reached the scene the flames
were widely tossing their devouring
tongues far out and above the crown of
the groaning building. Yt was too late.
His satanic majesty had whipped his im
petuous team into a pace at once too
furious and too daring to be met and
bridled, the fiery glare of the flames had
lit up the grounds for hundreds of yards
around, and while the great crowd stood
in wondering awe, as the seething fur
nace of fire and flame lashed and dashed
about in its roaring fury, the sudden
crash of the dismembered roof, as it went
splitting and hurling its way to the
ground, told in unmistakable terms that
the work of destruction was complete,”