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I OlfcfM by Bi<u>lr I 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. ! T : 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 -A ' ‘ >.■’ • ■>*-■ ’ ‘' v '* ' 1 i : : Wri-i fore, 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 ' *" ■ x i'/Sfillif next 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. v, • ■ ■ t\ , . T ' h’v ’-“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.” rjBFTMT.IE itpciip, k t mm PUBLISHED Every Friday Morning', —lN——- * "W-" 1 -AN* “ rvjff § JSMt. EdLitor dxica. Tiotor o wmmM m ONE YEAR $2,00. SIX MONTHS .....SI,OO. THREE MONTHS ALWAYS m ADVANCE. A Democratic Fimslly Newspaper, ; Devoted to the Progress, Improvement and General Good o± Buena Vista, Marion and surrounding counties m A imwmr mm, In regard to tho il k fbi lEj22L'C'sH3L*€3feni:ii^‘]a - H Bum, ra, snn in mri IJV GEWEM&h 5 CfiwMP iiitilwml imsl ffuMisM. 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