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by and. b. freeman. I WOULD NOT, IF I COULD. I would not dig my past tip from its grave of weakness and re gret; Up from its hopes —which glimmered but to set — Its dreams, that oould not last I Yet I can look before, And profit by the lessons sadly learned: As children, playing with the fire, are burned, And tempt its glow no more. I would cot, if I could, Live o'er again this dark, uncertain life— This slipping backward in the daily strife Of reaching after good. Yet I can know how weak Are all below, and so sweet charity Will cling and grow about each form I see, And thns to me will speak : I would not open out The half'healed wounds of other years, long fled ; 'Twere better they were numbered with the dead, Better than fear or doubt. Yet I can truly say, Let the dead past bury its dead. We go So swiftly onward to life’s sunset glow— And then, there is no day ! Life is too short to waste In vain repinings or in weak regrets ; The strongest heart endures and never frets O’er jays it may not taste. And he who can go on Bravely and firmly in the allotted way, Gaining new strength with every dar kened ray, Shall surely reach the dawn. And so I would not lift Up from the grave the shadows of my past; The clouds that all my sky once over cast, ii'iui/ •// ***• Into the night may drift. Foj enough to fill Each hour and moment of the days to come ; Then wherefore woo the shadows to our home? The wdleys to our hill ? Jr i J V } J I Too Well Proved. A lawyer had a case on the docket, in which, among other things, be wish ed to prove that his client had no mon ea, and to this end he cross-examined one of the opponent’s witnesses as fol lows : I ♦ k MWI “You asked my client for money, did jou not ?” “Well—yes sir.” “Answer promptly, air. Let us have no hesitation. You asked him tor mon ey —now what was his answer ? “I don’t know as I can tell.” “But surely you remember.” “Yes, sir.” “Then out with it. What was his answer. “I’d rather not tell.” “Ho ! ho ! You are on that track are you 7 You won’t tell?” “I should rather not, sir.” “But I should rather you would ! So, sir, if you do not answer my questions promptly and truthfully, I’ll call on ihe court to commit you for contempt.” “Well, it I must tell tales out of school here you have it. I asked him yesterday if he couldn’t lend me half a dollar, end he told me he ctuld not.” “And you believed him, did you not ?” “Yes, sir ; for he said you had rob bed him of every cent of his ready money, and if he didn’t get out of your hands pretty soon his wife and little ones would come too.” “Thai will do, sir. You can step down off the stand.” Don’t Like to Tell Before Folks, A horny-handed phrenologist in a West End groseryt of Madison, Wis., the other evening placed his hand on a iriend’s head and said : “Bill, do you want to know your ca pacity and perceptibleness 7" “Yes, if I’ve got any,” was the reply. “Well, then,” replied the phrenolo gist, “I place the tip of my thumb about the centre of the ear thus ; then I extend my fingers around the posteri or portion, called in phrenology the oc ciput ; then I join the lips of the fin gers of both hands, and endeavor to bring the thumb tips together, but the thumbs don’t meet by— goodness !” At this point the phrenologist looked puzzled and gazed up at the ceiling gravely. “Out with it—l am prepared to hear the worst,” said Bill. But the phrenologist said he’d have to tell him privately, and took him out and up the street till near a saloon door, when he paused and whispered in Bill’s ear: Vou ve got a powerful brain—a pow er totelleot, and orto be in Congress stead of us : ng a hammer.” Bill drag* Sea his f. iend into a saloon and called * or “the best in the house.” They drank and Bill asked, “Why didn’t tell me in the presence of those wen at the grocery ?” “Because,” said foo 6 l !” reDOl ° Sißt> “ X knew ’ and call me a Cnlljoun Siincs, A LA CHANDLER. A Catastrophe in ike Kpilkins Family. Our inestimable neighbor and friend, Mr. Jedediah Spilkins is a member of the noble order of Meandering Mo* hawks, and attends with greit regulari ty the weekly meetings of the lodge.— At times there are called meetings, say to bury a brother M. >l.; or he is on a committee, so that many evenings of this sober-minded grocer are occupied by the M. M.'s, much to the wrath and discomfort of Mrs. Spilkins, who does not approve of “men brutes,” as she styles the lords of creation, “gettin' off by theirselves’ in a secretive way. “No tellin’ what they’r up to on them occasions,” she remarks. One fact that aggravates the disorder is that Spilkins takes something at these meetings of the Meandering Mo hawks, noble red men, that flies to his legs and strangely affects his speech, so that she would think he was drunk only Beacon Snorton, who is also a brother Mohawk, assures her that no liquor is allowed at the lodge, and then at all other times Brother Spilkins is as study and sober as a Judge Hum. phries. Mrs. Spilkins, however, got to be so exasperated by the frequency of these meetings and the shaky condition of the grocer, that she undertook their sup. pression by depriving him of his night key. Some nights after this courageous womau, who, like all other married la dies, has been for years looking for a man under the bed, was awakened by someone breaking in the house over the kitchen shed, and, arming herself hasti ly with a poker, she made the window just in time to meet a man’s head com ing in at this orifice of their edifice.— Nothing but a thick felt hat saved Spil kius from an immediate and violent death. As it was, he went among his customers nursing a lump on the outer surface of his intellect that resembled in size and shape a goose egg done in has relief. Mrs. Spilkins, not wishing to murder the father of her innocent children, re stored him his night-key. with an ad dress ou the occasion that we regret was not reported, for it was a sweet bit of eloquent utterance, that S. said af ter, took about an hour in passing any one point. Our friend and neighbor continued his regular-irregular attendance upon the Meandering M.’s, a purely social and charitable institution, until one night, or rather one morning—for the iron tongue of time had told the witch ing hour when graves do yawn, accord ing to Shakspeare—we suppose from being bored—when this inestimable cit izen and tax payer worked his way into his own and wife’s sleeping apartment. This was no easy work, as he wished to seek his couch without dis’urbing the partner of his domestic joys and sorrows. Under these circumstances the total depravity of inanimate things is really amazing. There was, as there always is, the rocker of a chair waiting in grim silence for the fated shin.— Spilkins collided on this, anil suddenly drawing up his wounded limbs, uttered a profane expression. Mrs. S., now awake, heard in wrath that profanitj in the presence of her innocent babe. She heard, immediately after, her liege lord working his way, apparently over an 'exceedingly rough country, in a northeasterly direction. He seemed to be going, over tables and chairs, to a wardrobe, ffhich he appeared to be as saulting with his head. From this sup posed point, so far as latitude and long itude could be learned uader the cir cumstances, the tumultuous creature appeared to be moving in a southerly direction. He seemed to be wrestling for a time with a dressing bureau. Af ter, he tried conclusions with t*~e coal scuttle, and then followed a dead si lence. Mrs. S. took this occasion to make a remark : “You drunken brute,” she said, in enforced calmness, “are you going to break everything in the house ?” No response came. “What’s the matter with you—what’s come of your jaw ?” This brought forth onlv a groan th t alarmed Mrs. S. Had Spilkins, grocer, a fit ? “Why don’t you answer?” she screamed, at the risk of waking the. baby. “Anner Marier Spilkins,” solemnly hiccoughed Spilkins. “I’ve gone and done it!” “Done what ?” “Done murder.” “What?” “I’ve gone and sot on'the (hie) baby, and I can't (hie) git up,” and, Spilkins burst into tears. Mrs. Spilkins, an extremely active woman, sprang from the bed as if an ounce of dynamite had been exploded under her somewhat substantial person.. She landed on the floor with a bound. Her first impulse was to rush in the dark to the place from whence issued the sobs of Spilkins, but a wail from the infant Sp>lkins in another direction at that instant satisfied her that there was a mistake somewhere. With ling hand she struck sixteen matches, breaking tho lucifers and burning her fingers, before she could start the gas. When that bad article of Washington manufacture flashed upon the scene Mrs. Spilkins was startled. She saw, squirming and crying in his cradle, Rutherford JB. H. Spilkins, en tirely uninjured, and on the othei side of the stove the father of this prom, ising infant calmly seated in the bread tray. CALHOUN, GA., SATURDAY, MAY 18. 1877. What followed so belongs to the sa cred privacy of domestic life that we feel would be sacrilege to dwell upm it. Suffice it to say that this frugal housewife, seizing Mr. S. by the knape of the neck, threw him, face downwards, upon the floor, and proceeded with a case-knife to replace the damaged dough in a way to make her better and somewhat damaged half solemnly swear never to attend another lodge meeting of the Meandering Mohawks.— IFas/i --ington Capital , How the Tramp Didn’t get hits Dinner. A TRUE STORY BY “JO6H.” People talk of the “poor persecuted tramp,” and all that sort of thing, but the plain truth of the matter is that the average tramp is the laziest, cheekiest and most undeserving of mor tals. They won’t work. They would rather starve than do any thing that has the appearance of work, even. But I didn’t intend to moralize or preach on the tramp question I merely started to relate a true story of how a tramp lost bis diuner by putting on too many airs. It was at a farm house in the wes tern part of this State. The tramp happened to come along one afternoon, shortly after.the farmer and his hired hands had eaten their noon-day meal and gone out in the fields to work. His practical eye told him at once that there was no man or dog around the house, so he concluded to invite himself in to dinner. Walking into the house he inquired first if the man was about, to make sure in the matter. “No,” replied the lady, unguardedly, “he is out in the field. Shall I call him ?” “You needu’t mind about it. I on ly want to get a bit of something to eat.” “Well, 1 am Bure you are welcome to all you can eat,” said the farmer’s wife. “Sit right up to the table and I’ll bring you a bowl of milk and some bread and cold meat.” “Don’t s’pose I’ll be after eating the cold vittles left from dinner, do you,” remarked the tramp, insolently. “Not much ! You just mosey around and get roe a nice hot dinner. Do you hear? I’m an eppycure, 1 am, and I’ve got to have everything just so to suit my taste. Now, slide around and trot out your fresh egs and ham, lively too, for I’m gitting mighty hungry !” The tramp was master of the field, or house rather, just at that moment, and there was no other course but to obey. So the poor frightened woman opened her larder and began to prepare a din ner fit for a king—or a tramp. The “eppycure,” as he sty ed himself, sat looking ou with greedy eyes, and hastened matters as far as possible by injunctions to “hurry up and not be all the afternoon getting the grub ready !” In due time the lady of the house announced that dinner was ready, and the poor, hungry, thankful tramp drew up to the table and surveyed the feast before him ; light biscuit, coffee, bam, eggs, fried potatoes, a dish of lettuce and an old-fashioned apple pie in the background. “This looks suthin’ like it,” he ex claimed, complacently. “If this is the kind of table you set I’ll stay and take rooms for the sum mer. Say, old gal, what’ll you charge a week to board a gintlemau like me aclf ?” \ And the insulting vagabond, smiling at his own wit, commenced an onslaught on the edibles before him. Before the tramp had eaten a dozen mouthfuls the farmer chanced to come in from the field on an errand. Hiseyewas instantly attracted by the unusual sight. “Hello! Maria, who have you got here ?” he exclaimed. Maria’s pent>up feelings burst forth, and it only required about four seconds to acquaiut her husband with the state of affairs. To f jßay that the farmer was simply mad is putting it vejr.y naild indeed. He was like an aroused lion in his native forest. Before Mr. Tramp was fairly aware of the change in the situation a rough hand grasped his collar and he sudden* ly felt that that floor was sinking from under him. a nice hoi dinner, ch ?” “Well, I’ll make it so hot for you that you won’t feel like eating again in a month ?” And the stalwart farmer led the un fortunate “eppycure” to the door and kicked him headlong into the yard. Then to finish the job he picked up a bean pole and accompanied the tramp about half a m*le down the road, raising him in the rear with every jump. Days came and went, and weeks g’i ded by and mingled with the past, but the tramp never came back to order an other hot dinner. Moral for Tramps. —Don’t be too particular. If the housewife hasn’t got any boned-turkey haody, go out and bone mte for yourself. And above all avoid putting in too many “frills” when in the vicinity of a healthy farmer who wears No. 14 boots. How Wild Horses are Captured in Colorado. The Tribune recently published a short notice of the capture of wild horses in Northern Colorado. The Lar imer County Express has a longer no tice, and as the article is an interesting one, we republish the facts. Sheriff Coon, W. F. Scribner, W. P. Morgan, Thomas Earnest and Steve acd Charley George, were the parti s interested, and they were out last week. They went some twentv-five miles northeast of Fort Collins, and a few miles east of Pierce station, on the Denver and Pacific Ra lroad. Here they made their head quarters for the campaign. Within two miles of camp they never failed to find a band of wild horses. Many a long chase they had; but they finally succeeded in capturing ten head. Two of these, however, have the brand of Mr. McClelland, of Greeley, A great many animals were seen.— Some of them were very valuable ones, and were fleet of foot. Three head at tracted the attention and challenged the admiration of the entire party One was a black maic, large, well propor tioned and beautiful, and they run her over forty miles but couldn’t catch her. With this fine mare was a colt which seemed to be a full-blooded Norman. — These two are certainly valuable stock —if they could be captured. The oth er horse was a dark stallion that would not weigh much over three hundred pounds. His mane reached down to his knees and his foretop to his nostrils, and resembles a Shetland pony. He is said to be a beauty. One wild band was seen which seemed to be composed entirely of large American stock, and undoubtedly contained many valuable animals. These horses are as wild as antelope, and the strategy used to get near the latter has to be employed with the for mer. The hunter must conceal himself behind his horse until he gets as near to the herd as possible, when, quickly mounting, he must dash into the herd like lightning, cutting in two and start ing a portion of it in the direction of the camp. No time must be lost, or the wild animals will all escape. His companions, however, will assist in the mad ride back to camp, which is an at tempt to drive the game into a corral. If successful, then the work ol roping the animals is commenced, and a right lively little job it generally proves to be. The wildest of the horses were tied to the weakest, and thus all were driv.. en to town without much trouble. The same parties have in contemplation an* other hunt ere long. How his Pantaloons Saved him. E. Polk Johnson gives ihe following reminiscence in the Louisville Evening News : Twenty miles from Louisville, on the Shelby Railroad, is a modest little sta tion known as Long Run, near which I was born, and where my family resides. In 1873 I bad been visiting my home, and in the early morning started on foot to the station to take the train fur Lou isville. When nearing the station, I heard the signal whistle of the locomo tive, but not the stopping signal, and fearing that I would miss the train, rushed across a small stream and struck the railway below the station on the side opposite from that on which the train was tpproaching. Running rapidly up the roadway, I reached a cow-gap about one hundred yards from the station.— Attempting to cross this my footing was lost, and I fell, my right leg slipping through the rails of the gap and hold* ing me as if in the grasp of a black smith’s vise. My valise went in one direction, my hat in another, aud there only remained in my hands a bundle containing a pair of pantaloons. Look ing up the road, it was easy to ascertain that the signal lantern was not display ed at the station, while the headlight of the rapidly approaching train was becoming each moment more painfully visible through the gray dawn. Ho newed efforts at extrication were made, but in vain ; they only increased the pain originally felt, and apparently ren dered moie certain the fact that a Cor oner was soon to be needed in that im. mediate locality. On rushed the train, heedless of the life that lay in the path of the re mor9eless engine. Nearer it came, un til the headlight shone like the great eye of some terrible monster of de struction, bent upon the annihilation of the human race ; the noise caused by the escape of steam from the engine was like the roaring of a troupe of de vastating demons, and as it came near er this hot and horrid breath was blown lull into my face as if to suffocate me before I should be devoured. I raised myself as best might be done and fran tically waved above my head the pair of pantaloons which still remained in my grasp. On came the monster and more terrible became his roarings, hot ter and fiercer his breath, wilder and more demon-like the glare of that great eye which seemed destined to light my immediate way to the St,g ; au ferry and across the dark waters of that river, the mournful reverberations of whose dark waves I seemed to almost hear.— More frantically than ever waved that strange signal flag, and yet on came the terrible instrument of death. What is here related occurred in but a few seconds, and vet I lived over a whole liietime whi’e lying help’essly bound to that iron track, and making my biw to the angel of death Through my mind rushed in vivid panorama the scenes of a lifetime, the joys and the errois of youth, the hopes and aspira* tions of manhood, thoughts of my fam ily, and a dread of death in the full bloom of life just beginning to De of use to myself, ;tnd perhaps to nsy fellow man. Above it all was the natural sel fish feeling that, if it could in any way be done, I would like to have that train stopped at once. And again the signal waved above me. Thank fleaven ! it is seeD. Loud above all other souuds was heard the sharp, quick, danger signal of the engine whistle; the brakesmen sprang to their places, the train slack ened speed obedient to the touch of the engineer, who reversed the valves, and just when it had come so near me that the light of the great eye blinded me, the breath of the fatal monster almost suffocat and me, and I could reaoh out a hand and touch the demon, it stopped. It stopped, and the life which but a mo ment before was not worth a penny, was saved. By he aid of the engineer, who said hia engine was never befoie flagged with a pair of pantaloons, I was relieved from my almost living grave and placed aboard the train, promising myself to avoid railroad cow-gaps throughout all my future ca reer. It is needless to sav that the promise has been very religiously kept. I sup pose that it was fright which I felt when that train drew near to me. In the absence of anything better to call it, I will admit being scared. During the war 1 had been close to the mouih of a hostile battery at Perryville; charged a heavy line of brave fellows across the “River of Death” at Chick amauga; had stood one of the frail skirmish line which received the shock of Grant’s sixty thousand veterans at Missionary Ridge, a-d in a hundred skirmishes had felt death flying as a pestilence through the air, but never had I experienced similar sensations to those which came to me when impris oned in a cow-gap, I stopp and a train and robbed the death angel of a victim with a pair of doeskin cassimere panta loons. Probabilities. Do not dictate to ar. editor how to run his papo*-; should you do so, how ever, the probability is you will be told to attend to your own business. Read the advertisements in your pa per, and the probability is you’ll find the place you want in order to pur* chase something that you have long been in need of. To ask an editor to insert a puff in his paper without pay, is like a man asking another to work for him for nothing, and the probability is you will get an indignant “No,” to your ap peal. Never borrow newspapers from your neighbors. If you are in the habit of doing so, break right off, for if you still continue to do so, the probability is, that your last hour of life will be full of remorse, fear and death. Never allow youielf to become a de linquent subscriber ; ehoul \ you do so and die, the probability is tha‘ the pro* prietor will inform your friends of your short comings. During the session of a temperance meeting in a neighboring town, one of the persons who occupied the stage was an enthusiastic deacon who frequently interrupted the speakers by veiling, • Thank Heaven for that.” One gentle man was called upon, who arose and said : “Ladies and gent'emen, I am heart and soul in this cause, and teel that it will be a great benefit to the people of this place.” “Thank Heav en for that,” yelled the deacon. “But ladies and gentlemen,” he continued, “I am sorry to say that it wiU be impossi ble for me to address you this even* ing ” “Thank Heaven for that,” said tin absent-minded deacon, and then the chairman took him out doors and had two men sit on him. In conversing about the days of sla very in the South with his sweetheart the other evening, George Augustus propounded an original conundrum : “Suppose you were to be sold, sweet Angeline, can you tell me why the man who bought you would have reason to regret his purchase ?” “No,” answer ed, with a playfal pout. “Because,” said Goorge, moving nearer, “you are a little dear at any price.” Couldn't tell one head from the other when we left. The English language is being rap idly reformed in accordance with the advanced morality of the times, and in no Darticular is the reform more stri king than in the treatment of that old fashioned, ug y word “lie.” A states man’s lie is now “diplomacy,” a sol dier’s is “strategy,” a society mao’s is “politeness,” a merchant’s is “business,” a politician’s is “patriotism,” and when a reporter is found so unscrupulous as to tell one it is called an “item,” if it can not bo termed “hum Gr.” _— It makes the new preacher awful mad to be fumbling with the intricacies of a front gate fastening, trying to make his first pastoral call, to have the woman of the house turn the slats of the bay window and call out, “We haven’t got no old clothes to give away, and there ain’t any cold vittles in the house ” “Do you really believe, Mr Podkins, that anyb dy could make a bead from butter asked the landlady. “Well, yes, ma’am, I should think thev might,” said Po Ik ins, a. he push ed back his individual batter plate; “somebody has got as far as the hair with this.” ) omestic Sewing Machine omestic Paper Fashions omestic Underbraider omestic Machine Find' gS 0 METI MONTHLY. 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