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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
J. D. COLLEY & CO.,
YOL. II.
MACHINERY DEPOT.
W. J. POLLARD,
MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
manufactureb of
W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin
Feeders & Condensers *& Smith’s Hand Power Cotton &!Hay Press,
General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Agricultural, Imple¬
ments, Fairbanks & Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’
Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist
Mills, etc. C. & G. Cooper Agricultural, & Co.’s Traction Portable Engines, and Stationary Portable and Steam Agricul¬ En
tural Engines. Mills, Watertown
giuos, Saw etc. Goodall <fc Waters’. Wood Working Machinery. W. L.
Bradley’s Standard Fertilizers. The Dean Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating
Cylinder Steam Engines. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬
row, Clod Crusher and Levelcr.
MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS a
Bolting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Robber Hose and
everything that can be used on or about machinory. Cotton MilL I Supplies a *
specialty. Tools of ail kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Fina’ly, desire to
make the machine business a complete success, and will guarantee to furnish
everything wanted in that line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice
* house in the country. My stock is tho largost and most varied of any
as any
house South. My connection with some of the largest manufactories in the
United States gives me superior advantages for furnishing the best and most
roliable work found anywhere. Be certain to call on
W. CF.
731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street,
AUGTOTA, GEOBGIA.
IN
FURNITURE.
If we don’t Beat New York Prices we will
Give You a NICE SET.
The Largest and Finest Stock ever offered
in Angusia. Five carloads just received.
AH the Latest Styles and Prices Cheaper
than Ever. WE DEFY COMPETITION
Our New Catalogue will be Ready in Tea
Days. Write for one.
J. L BOWLES & CO •?
717 AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUGUSTA, CA.
JAMES HINES
SUCCESSOR "TO
P. H. NOROTN,
Washington - - Gra
—DBALB.P IN—•
Groceries" aM Plantation Snnnlies.
Bagging and Ties, Meat and
Lard, Flour of the Best Grade,
ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather,
&c., Provisions of all Sorts.
The Reputation of the House shall be
Maintained. “ The Beat Goods at the Lowest
Living Rates.”
At Mrs, N, Brum Clark’s
Ladies will find New and" Stylish Neck¬
wear. Look at tho Febne Laoe3. They
must bo seen to be appreciated.
The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekly during tho season.
Our Mourning Bounels find Crepe Veils
are keep unsurpassed best in quality and price. We
Now-Ribbons—every English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching,
ity. width, color and qual¬
-
Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some
New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Tour
roures, Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds
of kinds. Veiling, Brussel’s Nets; Nets of all
Great variety of Laces—B lack, White and
Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting
Silk, Sewing Silk, Buttons in latest styles,
New Jewelry, Lusterloss Jet Bracelets, Ear¬
rings, Fins, &o., Coin Silver Jewelry and
other styles entirely new; Material for Fancy
Work, New Hair Lace Goods—pretty Pillow Shams, Splashes. Ac.
styles. and becoming
“ Polo” Caps, “Fez” Caps, “Tam O’Sli in¬
ter Hand-Knitted Caps—in the now co’ors for Children.
Gcods for Infants, Infan's’
Caps Fancy in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
i f Goods is too varied to itemize.
We are prepared to furnish anything in
(he Mtmjneby June, and to fill orders
promptly. tended Orders from the country at¬
to as soon as received. AVe never
Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to their interest to send to us.
AVe will rnnko any purchases for them in tho
city AVe free of tonunission.
guarantee Prices and Quality.
8l!) Bwiad Streka is (he place to obtain
Stylish Wive Article dal). t for a Lady’s Toilet.
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THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
SAMUEL H. MYERS,
SUCCESSOR T
MYERS & MARCUS,
838 & 840 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO
TIONS, SHOES. HATS AND CLOTHING.
4 , N. ANDERSON,
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
Commission Merchant,
—AT TIIE—
O'd Stand of R. A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, 6a'
Persons T attention given to all business*
T. Lo\e Fuller, so well known in Lincoln
and wbo for many years lias been with
Young A Hack, is in charge, and will be glad
to see his .~nany friends. _ . .._
__
Murphey, Harmon & Go.,
NCOI.XTOX, CA.,
TOIYIBSIONES, MONUMENTS
PUT UP TO LAST.
Work Guaranteed 9
Refer to their work throughout Lincoln
county.
J?i*ices Very Low.
P. HANSBERGER,
-MANUFACTURER OF
CIGARS
—AND DEALER IN—
Tobacco, Pipes and
Smokers’ Articles.
Cigarettes to tho trade Fireworks a specialty. Manu¬
factory on Ellis street. by whole¬
sale.
70J Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
W. RJ. MERCIER,
COTTON FACTOR AND
General Commission Merchant,
No. 3 Warren Block,
Augusta, Ga.
AVitl give parsoual and undivided ntten
lion to the AVeig'iing and Selling of Cotton
liberal Cash Ad .*»«*•— ** ”*'nsign
meats.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FKIDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1883.
“Surott Amari Aliyuid.”
SOMETHING BITTER EISES.
If ever at the font of joy
Poor mortal stoops to fill his cap,
Still welling fresh to his annoy,
A bitter something babbles up.
So one sang sadly long ago,—
Sang how the fairest flowers amid,
E’en where the springs of pleasure flow,
“Surgit amari aliqutd."
And echoing down the vaults oi time
The warning sounds for me and you
In Latin verse, in English rhyme;
’Iwas true of old, to-day tis true.
Ah! brother! have you not full oft
Found, even as the Romans did,
That In life’s most delicious draughty
“Surgit amari aliquid.”
You run the race, the battle fight,
And eager seize at last the prize;
The nectar in its goblet bnght
Is yours to drain ’neath beauty’s eyes.
Yet are these honors out ol date,—
They would not come when they were bid;
The longed-for draught is ail too late,—
“Surgit amari aliqutd.”
Or, haply, in the cruel strife,
You foully thrust a brother down,
And with his broken heart or life
Purchased your bauble of a crown.
Wear it; but of remorselul thought
In vain you struggle to be rid;
The triumph is too dearly bought,—
“Surgit amari aliquid."
And so the cup is turned to gall,
The font polluted at its source,
Envenomed and embittered all
By dull regret or keen remorse."
Well hast thou said, O godless sage!
From thee not all the truth was hid,
Though ever oh thy mighty page
“Surgit amari aliquid.”
The Plague of His Life.
“That girl has done nothing but
provoke and annoy me ever since she
came from school three months ago. I
wish, Carrie, you would send her
away somewhere— anywhere out of my
sight. She is the plague of my life.”
Miss Carrie Ives looked pleasantly
up from her reading, her plump finger
marking the paragraph that had been
interrupted by her brother’s impatient
speech.
“Why, Fred, what has the child done
now?” she inquired.
Ilis fine, pale, grave face flushed a
little, and a half confused expression
came into his serious, gray eyes.
“This is the young vandal’s latest
achievement in the impertinent line!”
he said, with a short laugh of chagrin
as he pushed toward her a big volume
of some abstruse work and turned the
fiy-leaf.
Thereon had been sketched an inimi¬
table portrait of himself, sitting in his
familiar and scholarly attitude in his
leathern chair before his library table
—an inelegant study gown hanging
ungracefully from his large shoulders
—and the hand that supported a Web
sterian head clutching an untidy shock
of hair. It was too consummate a re¬
semblance to be gratifying, and alto¬
gether too exact for caricature; the
dexterous pencil had not in the least
exaggerated the peculiarities of Fred¬
erick Ives, for he had his own little
eccentricities and mannerisms, just as
we all have, if w’e chose to admit the
fact.
•‘It is an amazing likeness of your¬
self, Fred,” wa3 his sister’s laughing
comment.
“Possibly,” he returned in that half
mortified, half angry manner; “and I
Aire say it may be good for a man to
see himself occasionally as ‘others’ see
him. But this sort of embellishment
is not precisely desirable in a valuable
book of science. Jessie Evelyn is be¬
coming quite too mischievous, Carrie;
and I fear if you cannot provide a
home elsewhere for her, I shall feel
compelled to leave you.”
“O, Fred!” the gentle little lady
cried in dismay. “Surely you cannot
mean that? Jessie must really stay
with me while she is a minor and re¬
mains unmarried. If you ■ would be
less captious toward her, perhaps she
would be more amiable toward you.
You treat her as if she were a little
vixen, and she resents it by being as
vixenly as possible; but that is a wo¬
man’s way, I suppose,” she added hu¬
morously.
“I know nothing about women and
their ways,” he answered grimly.
“But you could try to win Jessie’s
liking, Fred,” she returned coaxingly.
“I win her liking,” he repeated in a
strange, harsh voice. “You suggest
what is impossible. Carry—it is only
too obvious that our protege detests
me.”
Just then a dark, swift something
rushed passed the window outside. It
was only a handsome, smiling girl rid¬
ing a superb black horse rapidly up the
gravelled path toward the stables; hut
at the sight Carrie uttered a quick cry
of surprise and amusement, and the
man started to his feet, his features
ashy and his limbs unsteady.
“I advised Jessie not to ride at all.
I forebade her going near that horse,”
ho exclaimed after a long, incredulous
stare at the composed rider and admi¬
rably behaved animal. “I wonder she
is not killed.”
“She has- subjugated your horse,
Fred, just as she manages to subjugate
everything else which opposes her,”
the lady said admiringly. “Observe
her and allow her cleverness. She has
metamorphosed my old black cloth
mantle into a really pretty habit; with
characteristic ingenuity she has ar¬
ranged your man’s saddle to suit a la¬
dy’s seat; and she has utilized your
best silk hat, Fred—it becomes her too
with that bit of deep gauze about the
tall crown,”
“I detest anything mannish in a wo¬
man,” Fred declared crossly as he re¬
sumed his leathern chair.
Certainly the gentleman had experi¬
enced very little peace since that per¬
verse girl of seventeen—that incarna¬
tion of audacity and witchery, bad in¬
vaded the tranquil country home of his
indulgent spinster sister. If he wished
a little season of particular quietude,
the tinkle of the piano and a distract
ingly sweet voice would sound through
the house. If he consulted his labored
notes upon some especially favored his¬
torical or poetical work, his equanimity
would be disturbed by keen and perti¬
nent interpolations that his own wit
had never suggested. If he attempted
any remonstrance, she would blunt his
censure with a pun and defy rebuke
by an ingenious repartee. She would
affect scientific themes that she might
disconcert him by some problem too
difficult for his elucidation; she dared
his opinions and challenged his senti¬
ments; she wore the colors, the flow
ers, the gems she knew he most dis¬
liked; and she was indeed the plague
of his life.
“Why do you always wear the topaz,
Miss Evelyn ?” he asked her later that
day.
He had glanced up with a
frown at the exquisite shape and
charming brunette face, perceiving
only the yellow gem he whimsically
abominated, glittering in her coal
black hair and amid the white laces on
her bosom.
“As an amulet,” she replied quickly,
merrily and meaningly. “It is a pre¬
servative against poison, you know.”
The speech was not quite civil; the
laughing glance of the big black eyes
was saucy and significant; but her
manner was the perfection of innocent
playfulness.
Fred’s frowning face crimsoned.
“What monster of iniquity would
wish to harm so gentle and gracious a
lady?” he retorted, with ungallant
irony.
She regarded him for a moment with
a curiously intent and questioning
look, before which his countenance
suddenly changed—suddenly he seemed
defensive rather than aggressive, as
one who feared his own weakness
rather than the strength of the ene
my.
Perhaps she discerned something in
his uneasiness that she wilfully de¬
clined to understand; perhaps she
comprehended a pain that thrilled her
more than she cared to acknowledge
—for she, too, changed.
“Mr. Ives,” she began at length,
with a singular new splendor in her
sweet smile and a singular new sweet¬
ness in her voice, “any sarcasm is ab¬
surd between you and me. The can¬
did truth is so much better alwavs
* »
even if it he disagreeable. I am per¬
fectly aware that you detest me; that
everything I do displeases or annoys
you. You have given me abundant
proof of your dislike, and never yet
vouchsafed me a kindness nor a cour¬
tesy. It is you who are ungentle—
you who are ungracious. W r hy you
are so, I may not inquire; but I shall
implore our dear Carrie to send me
away, and trust that you may never
again be afflicted with the presence of
so luckless a person as myself.”
And while he marveled if this new
amiability, this charming combination
of humility and dignity, were sincerity
or a snare, she had gone, leaving him
•omewhat bewildered and wholly un¬
comfortable.
“I have a mind to try the subjugat¬
ed black horse myself,” he thought
presently, as he noted the gleam of a
white dress and an amber scarf among
the trees up the long shady road.
But the black horse had not been
subjugated for Fred’s pleasure, evi¬
dently. The mettle than had been
obedient to the slightest command of
one dainty, daring girl, had not been
tamed for his control.
Jessie, pausing by the pleasant way
side, was suddenly started by the un¬
steady tramp of hoofs, and looked up
to behold the unmanageable animal
galloping toward her. The next in¬
stant he tossed his vicious head aloft
and reared on his haunches; simulta¬
neously, the saddle girth snapped asun¬
der, and the unfortunate rider was
precipitated upon the level sward al¬
most at her very feet.
“O Fred, are you hurt?” she
quired in tones of tenderest concern,
as she knelt down beside him and
slipped her pretty arm beneath his
fall n head.
“Yes,” he answered gazing straight
up into her anxious eyes. “I am hurt
to death for love of the girl who hates
me, who fancies that I have disliked
her.”
It was an odd love-making, doubt¬
lessly; but there and then, holding fast
the little willful hand, the lover re¬
hearsed the ancient and delectable
St)
“Of course I will marry you, Fred,”
she assured him sweetly. “I always
knew I was doomed to be the plagu
of your life.”
Inhospitable. Country
The report from the Nordenskjold
expedition brings a double disappoint¬
ment. Hopes had been indulged that
the interior of Greenland, at least in
the wider parts of that country,
would prove more hospitable than the
frozen coast line. It was also thought
that the steamer Sofia might be able
to get inside of the ice belt along the
eastern shore of Greenland from Cape
Farewell northward to Cape Dan, so
as to examine a region which has been
sealed from the eyes of civilized man
for three centuries, and which expla¬
nation would perhaps uncover some
traces of the lost Norse settlements of
Ostre Bygd. Prof. Nordenskjold him¬
self held the theory that the perma.
nent ice band along the coasts of
Greenland might not extend over the
W’hole country, and that the central
region might he comparatively clear of
ice. There was even a chance that a
wooded district might he found in the
southern section of the interior. That
rose-colored theory has been effectually
exploded by his journey inland from
Auleitsiviek bay. At this point
Greenland attains a breadth of some
five hundred miles, or within about
one hundred miles of its extreme
breadth. As the scouts of the ex¬
ploring party covered two hundred
and twenty-four miles before turning
hack, they may fairly be said to have
reached the heart of the country.
They found no signs of improvement,
hut the contrary. Instead of coming
upon a wooded district, they discovered
that the whole land was one vast sheet
of ice, broken by mountain chains
which rise, in the region traversed by
the scouts, to an altitude of seven
thousand feet, and are believed to
attain double that hight in the
vicinity of Franz Josef fiord on the
eastern coast So passes into the
limbo of discarded theories the idea of
a fertile region in the center of Green¬
land. The attempt to examine the
eastern coast also ended in disap¬
pointment. The steamer was unable
to penetrate the ice-belt which guards
that long-hidden shore from the
approach of any keel. She had to sail
along upon the outer edge of the belt>
barely within sight of the shore, so
that no light was thrown upon the
locality of the old settlements of Ostre
Bygd.
The Vse of Condiments.
A French physician has been mak
ing some interesting experiments on
the effects of codiments used with
food. They show, among other things
)
that in cooking meat only an ounce of
salt should be used with from six to
twelve pounds of meat. If more is
employed it will do one of two things 1
it will modify the structure of a por¬
tion of the muscular fibre so as to ren¬
der it more resistant to the action of
the gastric juice, or it will itself check
and retard the peptic fermentation,
the very ground work of digestion. It
follows that salted and smoked meats
are more indigestible than fresh. Vin¬
egar, it appears, may he used with
good effect, provided it is not in a
quantity to irritate the stomach, and
is a pure dilution of acetic acid, freed
from sulphuric or hydrochloric acids
the latter of which, though an active
principle of the gastric juice, must not
he in excess of the stomach, or it will
retard digestion.
No Visible Proprietor.
There is one very singular feature
about all the hotels on the continent,
writes a correspondent You never
see the proprietor. The whole estab¬
lishment is conducted utterly different
ly from ours. A bustling, active
fellow with a blue cap and brass band
on it, and the always mispelled label
“portier,” stands in the entrance way
gives you your welcome, tells you if
you can have a room and for what
price, and so on. Then the waiter in
the dining room takes the executive
charge of that branch of the business;
and when you leave, you find still an¬
other department, that of the cashier.
But if you dislike your room, your
fare, your treatment in any way, you
can no more find the proprietor than
the king He probably does not stay
long around the place. Few owners
of gold mines hang about the premises,
and to own a foreign hotel must ho
very like possassing a mine, not min¬
ing stocks.
TBVB SPANIARDS.
Pictures of the Inhabitants of Sicily
and Spain.
I remember, a decade ago, sailing
from Palermo to Valencia,then coasting
along, stopping at each port, until, pas¬
sing the Pilllars of Hercules, w* came
to the fair city from whence I send
you this. We sailed from Sicily, with
her "wondrous soil and ciimate still, as
it was a thousand years ago, one of the
grandest in the world; where every¬
thing tells of material prosperity;
where even the constant civil wars
and private feuds, the ever-present
armies of some ruler foreign to her
soil, and seeking only to force from her
fruitful hills and active people the
largest possible tribute; Sicily, which
has never been free since the fall of
Syracuse, which has borne the armed
heel of one conqueror after another
upon its willing neck, through ancient
as well as modem times; a land peopled
by a race of slaves, who have, it is
true, now and again shown the true
servile initinct of revolt, as when in
Messina, they rose, not sword in hand,
but with the secret dagger, and smote
their masters on that night known to
history as the Sicilian Vespers. A vile
breed, yet the men are the most stal¬
wart of all who people Southern
Europe, and the women might be
handsome had they what they lack,
and lack because the men have no
manhood — the feminine something
that makes women charming and raises
them above the brutes. The Sicilian
is an acute trader, with the instinct
of Phoenician and the Greek for com¬
merce; a tireless worker, whose fields
bring forth year by year, corn, wine,
oil and fruits in vastly greater quan¬
tities than the demand of the people
for food; whose steamers are not mono¬
polizing the Mediterranean trade;
whose roads throughout the wild, hilly
country, are as perfect as engineering,
toil and expense can make them; whose
cities, though not now boasting the
the million classic days, are .beautiful,
clean, well paved, well-lighted, com¬
fortable, abounding in trim parks and
gardens, flowers, trees and fountains.
The man who inhabits this paradise
is a cowardly slave. To tell one of
them he is a thief or a liar brings only
a smile of white teeth, a shrug of the
shoulder and a “ma die voie!” The
woman has, it seems to me, lost the
coquetry of her sex. I have seen car¬
riage after carriage in Palermo bring
its load of expensively dressed young
women to walk in the garden near the
arbor, and have noted with amazement
that they were shod with dreadful
mushy-looking shoes of whit I believe,
is called black lasting, a stuff some¬
what like a thick bombazine or alpaca.
These came but to the ankle-bone. On
each side they had triangles of rubber
fabric, to prevent the necessity- of fast¬
ening and a great tag or strap front
or back with which to pull them on.
They always bulged out where the
elastic came; the strap stuck out, and
the prettiest foot was unsightly to look
upon. Then the stockings, of which
a careless display was freely made,
were generally ill-drawn and wrinkled;
the skirts hung in places lower than at
others; the walk was ungraceful,
and the freshest young face seen in a
carriage lost its charm before theo.'.ner
crossed the treslihold of the garden. I
have, in other countries, seen old wo¬
men thus, and pitied them as having
done with life. In no other did I ever
see the young so seemingly indifferent
to what a proper instinct should teach
them.
How different is all this from Spain’
where the men are formal, stately
dignified, grave of discourse, courteous’
and demanding as their right courtesy
from others. They are poor, living in
a land by no means fertile, where the
lack of trees has made each stream by
turns a whelming torrent or an almost
waterless bed of sand and pebbles;
w*here the provinces have never yet
been truly united, and their own name
of La Espanas, the Spains, is the only
true one; where faction and revolt and
foreign war have brought unrepaired
ruin; where the changes of the century
have been so few as to have the
Spaniard seemingly behind in the
haste of modern improvement. But
the race is proud, stern, unbroken in
individual manhood, truthful by in
stinct and because too proud to lie, a
race with a future before it because it
is strong. Not wise at self-govern¬
ment, and long in accepting changed
conditions, the Spaniard of to-day is
the same as his fathers who marched
under Cortez and Pizzaro, the same .as
they who formed the Spanish infantry
which strode in triumph over so large a
part of Europe.
We in America are apt to judge of
the Spaniard by the Mexican and Cuban.
Nothing can be moro different.
Whatever their faults or virtue, the
Hispano-Amerieans seem to have
taken nothing but the language from
what of the conqueror’s blood they may
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 7.
have. AH else has come from the
native. Unbroken in pride, undebased
by evil habits, self-respecting, sober in
speech as in food, the Iberian needs
only a leader to again take his rightful
place in the family of the nations.
And the woman? Is she beautiful?
I hardly know; but she is the most
bewildering, bewitching, fascinating
of all Eve’s daughters. There is a
magic in her step, a poise of foot, a
grace of rythmic motion, a proud ten¬
derness in her dark eye; a something
voluptuous, which is yet chaste; a
magic in her smile, such as no other
race or clime can show. Beautiful?)
A man whose blood runs red within 1
his veirs may see beauty elsewhere,
but be has never felt the perfect charm
of woman’s womanliness until he haa
met love looking from the melting
brightness of those matchless orbs
which none but Spain’s dark-glancing
maidens bear. There is no neglect
here. The dress may not be rich, but
there is not a fold ill-placed. To her
is paid the reverence of passionate de¬
votion. Still is Spain the land of
romance and of song, because her men
are brave, her women worthy to be
loved. The lover who, having listen¬
ed to a slanderous tale—they were of
the working classes and could speak
together as lovers higher placed may
never hope to do—having listened to a
slanderous tale, wrote in the heat of
passion to his love, harshly upbraiding
her, then found she had been blameless*
and cut from his wrist the hand which
had penned the lines and had sent it to
her begging forgiveness for what re¬
mained, was a true Spaniard.— Corr.,
Boston paper.
The Discovery of Coffee.
An Arabian legend gives the follow,
ing account of the discovery of coffee:
About the middle of the fifteenth centu¬
ry a poor Arab was travelling in Ab¬
yssinia, and finding himself weak and
weary from fatigue, he stepped near a
grove. Then, in want of fuel to cook
his rice, he cut down a dead tree which
happened to be covered with • berries.
His meals being cooked and eaten, the
traveller discovered that the half
burned berries were very fragrant.
He collected a number of these, and,
on crushing a number of them with a
stone, he found that their aroma in¬
creased to great extent. While won¬
dering at this, he accidentally let fall
the substance into a can which con
taned his scanty supply of water
Lo, what a miracle. The almost putrid
liquor was instantly purified. He put
it to his lips—it was fresh, agreeable’
and in a moment after the traveller
had so far recovered his strength and
energy as to he able to resume his
journey. The lucky Arab gathered as
many berries as he could, and havingj
arrived at Aden, in Arabia, he inform¬
ed the Mufti of his discovery-. That
worthy divine was an inveterate opi.
um smoker, who had been suffering
for years from the influences of that
poisonous drug. He tried an infusion
of the roasted berries, and was so de
lighted at the recovery of Ills own
vigor, that, in gratitude to the tree, ho
called it cahuab, which, in Arabia,' sig
nifies force.
» Art in Japan.
Dr. Dresser gives an interesting
account of the methods employed by
Japanese artists in their work. Five
of the most celebrated native draughts¬
men were invited by Sir Henry Parkes
to the English embassy for the pur¬
pose of exhibiting their skill to the
visitor. Each competitor had a long
slender piece of charcoal 5n a bamboo
holder, some broad, fiat brushes of
deer’s hair and round ones of veget¬
able fiber. On a slate was a quantity
of Indian ink. The artists who were
called on proceeded eacli in turn to
carry out an original composition.
The first produced a tree and cock and
hen, a second a peony flower and leaves
in natural colors, the third the shaded
body of a duck. In each case they
commenced by marking out on the
paper a few almost imperceptible dots
with the charcoal point, and then put¬
ting in what appeared to be random
dashes of color, beginning at the top
of the paper and working downwards.
The bodies of the birds were merely in
shaded outlines, but the flower-painter,
after making one leaf with a sweep of
his brushful of green pigment, varied
the shades of each successive one,
leaving them finally of an even color.
The peony he shaded by merely putting
a little water upon it before the color
was absorbed.
Jim Sihith, who was- released recent¬
ly from the Tennesee state-prisqn, is a
master mechanic and toolmaker, who
can earn $4 a day. He worked in the
machine shop 2,836 days, and his good
behavior cut two years jmd eleven
months off his term of ten years for
robbery on the highway. Deducting
the cost of his support, estimated
at eighteen cents a day, he earned
$10,746.94 net for the state.