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j /*• Bnrial of Moses.
Atnl|ia|>XiAl kliß In In tho lnl ofMoah,
ov# a|MMMiUf|mftr, but no> ttinn kuoWrth o£ hit*
•cpulcher unto thin dny.—Dent, xxxiv. C,
JBj Nebu'a lonely mountain,
On thitsido Jordan’s wuve,
In a vaU, in tho land of Moab,
' IWilwi a (onelj grtwp.
And so man du;- that sepulchor,
And no man saw It e’er,
9r the of Sod, upturned tha sod,
And laid the ilsod man there.
That was tfio grandoet funeral
That ever parsed on earth,
Sat no man heard tho trauipHng r
Or saw the train go forth.*
Noiselessly as tho daylight
Oomoß whon the night is done, *
And the crimson streak., on ooean’s cheek;
Grows into tho groat sun.
Noiselessly as tho spring tima
Her crown of virtuo weaves
And all the leaves on all tha hills
Open their thousand loavos—
So, without sound of music,
Or voico of them that wept,
Silontly down from tho mountain crown
The gay procession swept.
Nurehnnee the baldjold eagle
On gray Bethpeor’s height
Out ofhisroeky eyrio
Looked n the wondrous sight. 3
Pernhaneo tho Hon, stalking,
Still *"108 the hallowed spot,
lor b. :* ud bird havejeoen and hoard
ahat which man knoweth not.
But when tho warrior dieth,
His comrades in the war,
■With arms reversed, and muffled drum,
roll v the funeral oar;
Thoy show tho banners taken,
: -y tell the battles won,
And ... '-a lead his masterloss steed,
’ seals the minute gun.
A-i'l the noblest of the land,
ZZ .n lay the sage to rest,
And jiv; the hard an honored place
.>•" v-ly marble drest,
-rat minster transopt,
—*- :-■) lights like glories fall,
And Loir slags, and the organ rings,
Along the emblaxoned wall-
This was the bravest warrior
That ever buokled sword;
This thev lost gifted poet
That ovr breathed a word.
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen,
On the deathless page, truth’s half SO sage
As he wrote down for men.^
And hath he nothigh honer?
The hill-side for his poll,
To lie in state, while angels wait,*
With stars far taper tall.
And the dark rock-pines like tussingplumcs
Over his bier to ware,
And God’s own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in tho grave.
In that dtep grave, without a name,
Whence his uncoffiued clay
PLall break again—most wondrous thought,—
Before the judgment day,
And stand, with glory wrapped around,
On tho hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife, that won our lifo
With the incarnate son of God.
0 lonely tomb in Moab’s land !
0 dark Bethpeor’s hill 1
Apeak jto the curious hearts of ours.
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysteries of grace—
Ways that we cannot tell,
He hides them deep, like the secret sleep
Of him he loved so well.
A New Anecdote of John Randolph,
" Mr. Randolph was a great Bible reader,
And was deeply concerned about religious
subjects. He employedan excellcut man, Mr.
Abner Clopton, to preach every Sunday to
his negroes in the large chapel ho had built
on his plantation. When at home he invaria
bly attended these services, taking his seat by
the preacher on the open platform, from
which the preacher conducted the services.
On many occasions, while knooliug boride tin.
preacher, who was prone to be carried away
fey the fervor of prayer, Randolph would slap
him on the back and call out loudly, Clopton
that won’t do; that’s not sound doctrine.
Clopton, take that back; and if Clopton re
monstrated Randolph, though keeping him
self on his knees, was ready at once with an
argument to maintain his point. No one but
Mr. Clopton, who knew the eccentricity and
honest motives of the man, could have borne
with these irreverent interruptions while in
the midst of prayer; but Mr. Clopton, when
he found Randolph determined to argue the
point, either gracefully yielded or proposed
to note the point and argue it at the dwelling
house. To visitors at the chapel, and they
were many, these scenes were exceedingly
curious and absurdly ludicrous. But that
Was Mr. Randolph’s way.
It is said that on one cold Sunday in this
chapel on Mr. Randolph's plantation, while
giving out the hymn in the old-fashioned w ay,
tvro lines at a time, and it was boing lustily
Bung by the negroes, Mr. Clopton, the prea
cher, observed a negro put his foot, upon
which was anew brogan, on tho hot stove.
Turning toward him, he said in his measured
voice, You rascal, you'll bum your shoe. As
this was a rhyme of the exact metre of the
hymn, the negroes all sung it in their loudest
tones. Stifling at the error, the preacher at
tempted mildly to explain by saying: My col
ored friends, indeed you are wrong; I didn’t
Intend that for the song. But there it was
Again, another rhyme in good measure, so
the negroes sung that too, with pious fervor.
Turning to his congregation, the preacher
*aid somewhat sharply: 1 hope you will not
eing again until I have time to explain. But
this only aroused the negroes, who sang the
last words with increased vigor, Mr. Clop
ton, feeling that his tongue seemed to be
fumed to rhyme, abandoned all efforts at ox
p Inflation, went vn with tos sendees.
THE DETROIT AY.
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Detroit Neo Tress.]
It was tho second time ho had n'MOnipanibd
the young lady home from one of those little
social parties which aro gotten up to bring
fond hearts a step nearer to each other.
When they reached the gate she asked him
if he wouldn’t come in. lie said he would,
and ho followed her into the, house. It was
a calm, still night, and tho hour was so Into
that ho had no fear of seeing tho old iolks.
Sarah took liis hat, told him to sit down, and
she left the room to lay off her things. She
wiis hardly gone before her mother came in,
smiled sweetly, and dropping down beside
the young man sho said.
I always did say that if a poor hut respect
able young man ft-ll in love with Sarah he
should havdxffy consent. Some mothers
would sncriflcV their daughter's happiuessfor
riches, but I am not of that class.
Tho yonng man gave a start of alarm, He
didn’t know whether he liked Sarah or not,
and he had not dreamed of such a thing as
marriage.
She has acknowledged to mo that sho loves
yon, continued tho mother, and whatever is
for her happiuess is for mine.
The young man gave two starts of alarm
this time, and ho felt his cheeks grow pale,
I—-I haven’t ,he stammered, when she
said:
Oh, never mind, I knowyou liavn't much
money-, but of course you’ll live with me.
We’ll take in boarders, and I will risk but
what wo will get along all right.
It was a bad situation. He had not even
looked love at Sarah, and ho felt that he
ought to undeceive the mother.
I had no idea of—of —, ho stammered,
when she heliYup her hands and said:
“I know you had’nt, but it is all right.
With your wages and what tho
biiug in wo shall get along as snug as bugs
in a rug.
But, madam, but —but
All I ask is that you be good to her, in
terrupted the mother. Sarah has a tender
heart and a loving nature, and if you eliould
be cross and ugly it would break her down
within a week.
The young man’s eyes stood out like cocoa
nuts in a show-window, and he roso up and
tried to say something. He said:
Great heavens ! madam, I caunot permit
Never mind about the thanks, sho inter
rupted. I don’t bcliovo in long courtship:;
myself, and let me suggest an early- day for
the marriage. Tho 11th of September is my
birthday, and it would be nice for you to be
married on that day.
But—but—but ! he gasped.
There, there, I don t expect any speech in
reply, she laughed. You and Sarah fix it up
to-night, and I‘ll advertise for twelve board
ers right away. I‘ll try and be a model mo
ther-in-law, I believe I am good-tempered
and kind-hearted, though I did oncefollow a
young man two hundred miles and shoot the
top of his head off for agreeing to marry Sa
rah and then jumping the county-!
She patted him on the head and sailed out,
aud now that young man wants advice. He
wants to know- whether he had better got in
tho way of a locomotive or slide off the
wharf.
A Dangerous Region.— A travel
er passing through Marianna, Fla.,
last week, informed the Courier that
an organized band of robbers infest
that portion of 'Walton county near
McWade’s Pond, and that within tho
last ten days, a party of five men,
having driven a flock| of sheep to
Milton, were returning home, when
near the Pond the party were fired
into by unknown parties, and three
of the number were instantly killed
aud one mortally wounded and robb
ed. Another party of two, who had
come into that section for the pur
pose of buying stock were waylayed
and killed. * These ruffians are said
to have their home in Conecuh coun
ty, Ala., and operate in tho two
counties whenever an opportunity
offers to gain booty, regardless of
human life or the consequences.
Muffins. —Strain into a pan a pint
of warm milk and a quarter of a pint
of thick yeast, add sufficient Hour to
make it into a batter; cover it over
and let it stand in a warm place un
till it has risen; add a quarter of a
pint of warm milk and an ounce of
butter rubbed in some flour quite
fine; mix them well together, then
add sufficient flour to make it into
dough; cover it over and lot it stand
for half an hour; then work it up
again, and break it into small pieces,
roll them for a quarter of an hour.
Next begin baking; when laid on tho
iron watch them carefully, and when
one side changes color turn tho oth
er. 13c careful that tin} iron does
get too het,
Saving Pig Manure.
It is not. nn easy matter to srvo nil
the manure from nigs, 1 liavp allowed
for a loss of seven per cent; on nanV
farms scAe:!!)' per cent loss would be
nearer lim truth. Tim food of cows
and sheen contains a largo,proportion
of woofivnbie. This is voided “in the
freces. Rut the food of pigs contains
very little woody fibre; nearly the
whole of the food is digested, and con
sequently we got a small amount of
solid faeces and a very large proportion
of liquid manure. Now, a pound ol
nitrogen ju tho urine is worth more
than a pound of nitrogen in the crude,
undigested imdter found in tho fneUus.
And this is trrjmto a Still greater ex
tent of pho*pho^^^MM|k^ofjjjL|Um
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manure of cattle, sheep ancThorses. It]
is worth, probably, about as much as
that found in hen-manure. In tho hew
manure, however, it is an easy mutter
to prevent loss, but in pig manure
there is so much water that it is neces
sary to take special pains to prevent it
from running to waste. If we can save
the urine of pigs, it will bo found a ve
ry active and powerful manure.
On my own farm 1 keep on an aver
age about one hundred and fifty pigs.
I have not yet used dry peat or muck
as an absorbent, but I propose to do
so. I use more or less dry eartb about
the pens, and I have two cellars that
are only partly dug out. I keep twen
ty oi’ thirty pigs in each of these cel
lars and wo wheel out the saturated
earth from time to time and use it as
manure. This is an economical way of
digging a cellar. We gather everything
on the farm that can be used for bed
ding—such as potato vines, leaves, etc.
—and it is astonishing what a mass of
manure can be made in this way. Then
we save all tho droppings of the horse
stable, and use tha droppings for bed
ding the pigs. I need hardly say that
horso-droppings, eaturated with pig
urine, make a powerful manure. We
cut all our straw and corn stalks into
chaff, and we find that this cut straw
makes far better bedding than long
straw. It absorbs more liquid, and
the manuro is more easily handled. —
| Cor. Western Rural, i
An Old Piece of Rag Money.—Mr.
William Thompson, an employe i;g the
County Clerk’s office, h?.3 in his pos
session a peculiar piece of paper
money, nearly one hundred year sold.
It i3 of the nnusual denomination
of two-thirds of n dollar. On one side
are the words “two-thirds, of a dol
lar; Philadelphia; printed by Rail &
Sellers, ITT 6, ” and a design repre
senting each of the original thirteen
states of the union, On, the other
side is a peculiar (resign, the mean
ing of which we do not pretend to
understand, in which are the words
“Fugio” and “mind your own bus
lress”. On the other pare of this
side of the piece of currency are the
words, ‘‘two-thirds of a dollar, ac
cording to resolution Vff Congress,
passed at Philadelphia, February 17,
1776.” The number is 131,534 and
the written signature is “C Dames.”
This antique piece ■of fractional
currency has been in tho Thompson
iamily nearly thirty years.—Roches
ter Evening Express.
A good story is told of a tea
peddler, who lives not a hundred
miles from Napanee, Canada, and
who was pushing his vocation in
the back country. Having called
on a poor woman and asked her to
purchase a box of tea, she told him
she was nfl% able to pay for it,
whereupon he proposed to take
the baby in the cradle in exchange
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done, and was informed that the
baby did not belong to the wo.
man, but had only been left there
with her the night before. He
then concluded to return the child
but had to give the woman anoth’
er box of tea to take tho child back,
lie says lie will not buy any more
babies.
A Rochester flirt had an offer of
marriage the other evening, and
rushing to the hall, she called up
stairs: “Mother, am I engaged to
anybody now ?”
Tho surf when you are in bath
ing compels you to keep your
mouth closed. Pilkins says he
would like to bottle the Atlantic
up and take it home witli him. lie
will not say what for, but sadly
sighs. You niay surmise, howev
er. Pilkins’ wife has a tongue as
long as a telegraph pole,
“I wish I was a- pudding,, mam
ma !” . .
“Why?” “Cause I should have
lids of sugar put into me.”
Why is a stationer a very wicked
man 1 Bpeaiwo he .ppoplo .
stud pons, and say they do write.
Why are tho days in sihnmer
longer than the diij’s- in winter ?
Because it is hotter in summer,
and heat expands.
While witnessing a gamejof base
ball, out west, a hoy was struck
on the back ot his head, the bawl
of his mouth.
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’-“V*- **’’•! mo 1 my cry
I shan’t care any.
thing more about it.”
Plcasant-faced people aro gen.
■orally the most welcome, but the
auctioneer is always pleased to see
a man whose face is for bidding.
Not Aitreciated —A Porter
street boy came across something
the other day which he thought
would give his father a shock of
surprise, and he stood before the
old man and remarked:
“Giveme a place to rest my le
ver and I will move the whole
world.”
The father looked at him half a
minute and then replied:
“Pll move you if yon don’t
clean off that back yard this after
noon !”
A boy was .going down Baker
street, yesterday, when a woman
opened the front door of a house
and called, “John! John! John!’’
As the boy paid no attention to the
calls, a pedestrian said to him:
“Here bub, your mother is calling
you.” “No she isn’t,” replied the
lad, as he turned the corner; “she’s
only father’s second wife, and she
wants to understand she can’t rim
me.”
None foe Him.— 1 “Ish dere some
ledder here for me ?” inquired a
German at the general delivery
window of the post office Satur
day;
“No—none here,” was the re
p ] y-
“Yhell, flat is queer, lie contin
ued; getting liis head into the win
dow; “my neighbor gets some
dimes dree ledders in one day, mid
I get none. I bays more daxes as
he does, und 1 haf never got one
ledder yet. How comes' dose
dings?”
A New Trick.—“ Big Jack,” the
newsboy, looked into a Michigan
avenue saloon where a dozen men
were playing cards, and standing
in the door he called out:
“There’s a woman here who
wants to see a feller named
“That’s my wife !” muttered sev_
en different individuals in choru g
and they tumbled out of the back
door into the alley as if carried in
tho arms of a tornado.
■tatfwre is a man in Paris, named
jfflSßrnillolii::' into the l• i-b '
PHOTOS seen it ever since—some.
| times falling, sometimes going up.
Lately several other heads have
joined it. They bounce against
one another all around him, and
come plump into his face, and feel
cold and disagreeable. He lias
been taken into custody and de.
prived of his liquor.
Coroner’s jury in Auglaize coun
ty, Ohio, returns the following ver
dict. The point of the story is that
it is Strictly true: “We, the jury,
in this case give our verdict of not
guilty, but would advise tho pa
rents to keep him at home hereaf
ter, in order that ho may not be
guilty of the same offence again.
A distinguished English person
age once remarked to Talleyrand,
“In the upper chamber, at least,
are to be found men possessed of a
conscience.” “Conscience,” replied
Talleyrand, “to be sure; I know
many a peer who has got two.”
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