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BY D. B. FREEMAN.
TRIP PINO DO WIT THE MELD PATH.
bY CHARLES SVfAltf.
Tripping down the field! path,
Early in the morn,
There l met mj own love,
'Midst the golden corn ;
Autumn winds wefe blowing,
As in frolic chase.
All hef silken ringlets
Backward from her face.
Little time for speaking
Had she, for the wind
tloftnefc, scarf, or ribbon,
Ever swept behind!
Still some sweet improtemeni
In her beauty shone ;
Every graceful movement
Won me—one by one J
As the breath of Venus
Seem’d the breeze of morn*
Blowing thus between us,
’Midst the golden corn,
Little time for wooing,
Had We, for the wooing
Still kept on undoing
What we sought to bind 1
Oh, that autumn morning
In my heart it beams
Love’s last look adorning
With its dream of dreams 1
Still, like the waters flowing
In the ocean shell-®
Sounds of breeies blowing 1
In my spirit dwell!
Still I see the field path—
that I could see
ller whose graceful beauty
Lost is now to me.
A OARCANET.
Not What the chemists say they be,
Are peaals—they never grew ;
They como not from the hollow sea,
They come from heaven in dew !
Down in the Indian sea itslids,
Through green and briny whirls,
Where great shells catch it in their
Jips.
And kiss it into pearls !
If dew cah be so beauteous made,
Oh, why not tears, my girl ?
Why not your teai s ? Be not afraid—
I do but kiss a pearl!
for May.
Why Mr* Difflinger Never Iff nr*
rlctl that Voting Lad) on
North Hill*
Everybody was just certain it Would
be a match. They Were just fitted for
each other; she was beautiful and ac
complished, and young Mr. Difflinger
Was good looking, rather well to do, and
very agreeable. It was easily to be
seen that he was dead in love with that
young lady on North Hill he used to
visit, and it was pretty generally under
stood that she wasn’t averse to receiv
ing his bashful attentions, and if it
hadu’t been for oie or two little inci
dents, it would have been a match, as
everybody expected and predicted.
Young Mr. Difflinger was not what
you would call an easy, self-possessed
man. Not that he was at all an un
graceful man ; in fact he rather prided
himself on his graceful carriage and
gestures, when nobody was looking at
him. He had a very studied, regular
walk, and the ladies all said his bows
were “perfectly divine.”
But however graceful he might be
on the street, all his natural elegance
of manner deserted him when he was
in company He stood with his toes
turned in; he sat with his knees cram*
mod against each other, and his feet
lying along the carpet in parallel
lines.
He laid one hand on each knee, or
held himself in the chair with them,
and from time to time he would rouse
up, and appearing to realize the stiff
ness of his constiained position, would
suddenly clasp his hands together and
shake hands with himself, apparently
delighted u> know that he was there,
and seeming to derive great comfort
and pleasure from his own intimate ac
quaintance and society.
He was always in an agony lest his
scalp-lock was standing straight up, and
constantly making furtive dabs at it,
until he would get the crown of his
head down to a degree of polish that
would make a piano-case look rough,
and would make an ordinary egg hatch
itself in sheer envy. He would feel
that his nails were dingy, and would
try to investigate theui without attract
ing any one’s attention, which was al
ways a failure.
And he always stepped on his own
feet, and picked up some one’s hat
when he started to leave the room. —
Ar and one night he waded into this Ia
dy’s parlor—and the very young lady
everybody thought he would marry—
with the muddiest pair of overshoes
that ever climbed a Burlington clay
bank clinging to his feet.
And after he got in he didn't knoiv
how under the sua to apologize aud go
out and take them off, and so he sat
down in an elegant easy chair, and
worked himselt into alternate condi
tions of raging fever and cold sweats,
trying to bide bis feet under the chair,
painfully conscious all the time that the
eye of the young lady’s mother was
glaring at his unoffending feet.
And in his agony he worked one of
the shoes off, aud when ho came away,
not daring to stoop and pick it up, he
left it there in a perfect frenzy of mor
tification and remorse, and frightened
*he landlady and all the boarders into
Crtlljoun Simcs.
convulsions of terror trying to dash out
his brains by batting his head against
the lath and plaster partition of his
room.
And the nest day he received the
oVershoe in a big pasteboard box, with
a sarcastic note from the young lady’s
mother, stating that he probably over
looked it on account of its smallness
(mud and all it was about the size of
a soap-box , and the next Sabbath,
when he caught the young lady’s eye
in church, she turned scarlet, and dived
behind her fan, and he saw her shake
the pew with uncontrollable emotion
He thought, at first, that she might be
weeping, but a closer investigation re
vealed his error, and he afterwards
learned from some young ladies with
whom she had held converse, that the
morning after his departure from the
parlor, it looked as though a C. B. &
Q. gravel-train Lad been wrecked under
the easy chair in which he sat.
It was a long time, of course, before
young Mr. Difflinger went out into com
pany again. But he heard people re
marking what a pitty it was that such
a naturally graceful, accomplished young
man should shut himself up like a
recluse, when he could, by an effort,
overcome his bathfulness, and make
himself such an ornament to society.—
So he resolved to try once more. He
tried; he called at the same house
again one night, when there happened
to be other company, and by watching
himself with great care, made a brill
iant success till through the evening.—
He sat with his legs gracefully bestow
ed after the manner of the minstrel gen
tlemen.
His hands were as graceful and easy
as a roller skater. He said bright, pleas*
ant, brilliant things in an off-hand man
ner. And when he rose to go, every*
body wished he would stay longer. He
picked Up his own bat. As he backed
toward the door, in real country style,
the young lady darted forward to in
tercept him. He understood the move,
ment as a tribute to his former awk
wardness and penchant for lingering
over the door-knob, and backed away
more lapidly than ever, to achieve, be*
fore she could, with her well-meant but
unneeded tact, assist him.
He felt behind him and caught the
knob, swung the door open, and with a
perfect triumph of masterly grace, the
very poetry of elegance, bowed himself
into a region of outer darkness and shut
himself in.
It was very dark, indeed. The hall
lamp had evidently gone out. And un
less young Mr. Difflinger’s nose was ly
ing to him in the most shameless man
ner, somebody had carried the old shoe
box into the hall.
Mr. Difflinger could hear the muffled
murmur of voices on the other side of
the door, and it seemed to him, once or
twice, that there was some violently
suppressed laughter going on some’
where in the Country. He didn’t like
to go back to the parlor and ask for a
light, so he groped on, with some mis.,
giving, toward the hall door.
He thought he jould detect, in the
atmosphere of the close, dark hall,
struggling with the old shoe presence,
the musty odor of old clothes. The next
thing he knew he thrust his feet into
the box of dismantled shoes, and fell
forward, jamming one arm up to the
elbow in a while with the
other hand he reached out, and grasp
ing at anything to stay his fall, pulled
down upon himself, as he fell to the
floor, an old army overcoat, a pair of
overalls, a balmoral skirt, a calico dress,
and some flannel things he diden’t know
the names of.
There appeared to be a marked in
crease in the volume of the muffled
laughter, after the crash of his fall, and
the dreadful truth dawned upon young
Difflinger as he rose to his feet and
shook the things off him. He had
backed himself into the wrong door,
and had made his exit into the general
wardrobe. He didn’t know at first
whether to cut his throat and die right
in there, or go out and murder the
architect who planned the house
He felt his way back to the door, and
emerged into the light and tornado of
screaming laughter. He crammed his
hat on his head as far down over his
burning face as he could pull it, and
strode across the pailor wi h one of the
flannel things hanging on his back, and
dashed out of the right door, while the
company screamed, and pounded their
knees, and gasped for breath, and howl
ed, and declared that they should die,
they knew they should.
And that’s the way the match was
broken ofl, or rather, was never made.
Presence op Mind. —At a recent
fire in a provincial town the goods in
the burning shop had to be cast in the
street, and, as a matter of course, the '
night being dark, the articles were dis
appearing with astonishing rapidity,
when a policeman, observing a man in
the act of picking up a flue cheese, very
cleverly made his way through the
crowd, and stationed himself immedi
ately behind so as to prevent any es
cape. The man rose with the cheese
in his hands, and was preparing to de
camp ; but, on beholding the police
man in such close vicinity, he suddenly
changed his mind, and quietly placed
the cheese in the policeman’s arms, re
marking as he did so, “There, you had
better take care of this, or someone
will be walking off with it!”
A drunkard, on being told that the
earth was round, and turns on its axis
all the time, said, “I believe that for
I’ve never been able to stand ou tho
darn thing.”
CALHOUN, GA., SATURDAY, MAY 26. 1877.
A Legend of a Dead Leap Year*
Br WILL WANBEB.
“The bissextile is bore once more,
And skinny maids are free
Poor, patient man with love to bore,
And add to his misery.”
Old Bachelor.
Sir Samuel Snoops was a bachelor.
Also an unthatched reptile.
And a hald-headed miser.
Ar.d a degenerate fossil.
And so forth.
Etc.
His palace was in the jangles of Jer
sey, and Seraphenia Scroogs carries the
keys.
She was his housekeeper.
Through the checkered and dominoed
course of his life, Samuel Snoops had
allowed no female but Seraphenia S.
to enter his presence.
He hated the sex.
Where he had sought for constancy
in woman he had ever found fickleness
and treachery.
So be gave up the search in disgnst,
went to his tent, and sat down in de#
spair, with no one near to dust things
around, find fault, and harass his de
clining years, but his faithful house
keeper the aforesaid Seraphenia Scroogs.
Miss Scroogs was the homliest old
ma : d in all the fair land of Jersey.
Her matrimonial chances had all been
squandered in early life, and she was
now a bankrupt.
An old time-beaten hulk on the shores
of unkind destiny.
A mere nonentity in the busy world.
The future had nothing in store fof
her.
Nothing but to go down, iu the
language of the poet, “to the vile
earth from whence she sprung, unwept,
unhonored, and”—unmarried.
Was this all ?
Let us see.
Fortunately for Seraphen ; a, the Cen
tennial leap year came at this dark mo
ment, when the half-starved cherubim
of hop? had all but deserted her cold
and barren bosom.
She recognized her opportunity.
Now was the accepted time to throw
off the chrysalis of prolonged single
blessedness, and sip the sweets of wed
ded bliss, a full-blown butterfly.
This the t:me to strike for liberty or
death.
She struck.
With dire and awful premeditation
she set about undermining the frozen
and repelling bulwarks of Sir Samuel’s
affection
Ere another jear on the roll of time
should elbow the bissextile into the
yawning chasm of the past, she resolv
ed that the virgin name of Scroogs
should give place to the more classic
cognomen of Snoops.
Little did Samuel Snoo-s dream that
he sheltered a viper in his home
Little did he imagine that when Ser
aphenia Scroogs warmed his slippeis,
brought out his easy chair, half-soled
his breeches, or darned hi- socks, she
was doing it from pure affection, and
with the hope of reaching his heart;
not from a sordid love of the twelve
shillings per week which he allowed
her.
But it was even so.
Seraphenia slowly but surely accom
plished her object.
She surrounded Snoops with an at'
mosphere of love, virgin affections,
broken-winged cupids, left-handei an
gels, ecc , and sooner or later he had to
“cave/*
One day Seraphenia put ou her pull
down-the blinds and back hair fixin’s,
and flopped down on her knees at the
feet of the lamb-like Snoops.
Anfl Snoops’ heart flopped up in his
mouth.
Seraphenia told him of her undying,
never-ending, double-twisted, copper
bottomed love in tones of onion-laden
eloquence.
Then Sir Samuel examined the bat.
tered and dusty avenues of his heart,
and the footprints which he found
therein were those of Miss Seraphenia
Scroogs’ rather extensive pedal extrem
ities
Joyful discovery !
He felt on her neck, and wept several
paroxysmal weeps.
Shortly thereafter they were spliced.
Exit Scroogs.
Enter Mrs. S. Snoops.
Thus ever doth plotting woman scoop
unsuspecting man.
Snoops will celebrate every bundreth
year.
’Rah for Snoops !—lllustrated New
Yorker.
A little girl, to whom her father ex
plained that Bantam chickens might
be recognized by their feather stock
ings, wanted to know if the hens wore
garters.
— -
There is a young lady in silver who
has eighteen beaux—-more beaux than
years. Id order of plurality, there
are five minor Leaux, three teamster
beaux, two merchant’s clerk beaux,
two engineer beaux, two printer
beaux, two miilmen beaux and two el
bows,
As Frank stood watching the dust
whirling in eddies, he exclaimed:—
“Ma, I think the dust looks as if there
was going to be another little boy
made.”
An imaginary quantity: A lady’s
age.
The Fact About Our Cow.
Last summer wc bought a oow, so
that we con and have our own milk, and
make our own butter, and get fresh
Cream for our coffee. She was a red
and white cow, with twisted horns, and
the mrj who sold her to me, said that
she was a capital milker, and the rea
son was that she had such a splendid
appetite. He saii that she was the
easiest cow with her feed that he ever
saw; she would eat most anything, and
she was generally hungry.
At the end of the first week after
she came, we concluded to churn. The
hired man spent the whole day at the
crank, and about sunset the butter
came. We got it out and fouDd that
there was almost half a pound. Then
I began to see how economical it was
to make our own butter. A half pound
at the store cost thirty cents. The
wages of that man for one day were
two dollars, and so our butter was costs
ing us about four dollars a pound with
out counting the keeping of the cow.
When we tried the butter it was so
poor we couldn’t eat it, and i gave it
to the man to grease the wheel-barrow
with. It seemed somewhat luxurious
and princely to maintain a cow for the
purpose of supplying grease at four
dollars a pound for the wheel-barrow;
but it was hard to see precisely where
the profit came in. After about the
fortnight our cow seemed so unhappy
in the stable that we turned her out in
the yard.
The first night she was loosed she
upset the grape arbor with her horns
and ate four young peach trees and a
dwarf pear tree down to the roots. The
next day we gave her as much hay as
she would eat, and is seemed likely
that her appetite was appeased. But
an hour or two afterward she swaiiowei
six croquet balls that were lying on the
glass aud ate half of a table cloth and
a pair of drawers from the clothes line.
That evening her milk seemed thin,
and I attributed it to the indigestibility
of the table cloth.
During the night she must have got
to walking in her sleep, for she climb
ed over the fence and hooked two of
Cooley’s pigs that were lying in the
garden, and when she was discovered
she was swallowing one of Mrs. Coo
ley’s hoop skirts. That evening she
went dry, and didn’t give any milk at
all. I suppose the exe-cise she had
taken must have been too severe, and
probably the hoop skirt was not suffi
ciently nutritious. It was comfoitiug,
however, to reflect that she was less ex
pensive from the latter poiDt of view
when she was dry than when she was
fresh. Next morning she ate the spout
off of the watering pot, and then put
her head in the kitchen window, and
devoured two dinner plates and the
cream jug Then she went out and
laid down on the best strawberry bed to
think. While something about Coo
ley’s boy seemed to exasperate her and
when he came over into our yard after
his ball she inserted her horns in his
trowsers and flung him across the fence.
Then she went to the table and eat a
litter of pups and three feet of trace
chain.
1 felt certain that her former owner
didn’t deceive me when be told me that
her appetite was good. She had hun
ger enough for a drove of cattle and a
couple of flocks of sheep. That day I
went after the butcher to get him to
buy her. When I returned with him
she had jutt eaten the monkey wrench
aud the screw driver, aud she was try*,
ing to put away a fence paling. The
butcher said that she was fair enough
sort of a cow, but she was too thin
He said that he would buy her if I
would fatten her; and I sai 1 I would
try. We gave her that night food
enough for four cows, and she consumed
it as if she had been upon half rations
tor a month. When she finished she
got up, reached for the hired man’s
straw hat, ate it, and then bolting out
into the garden, she put away our hon
eysuckle vice, a coil of Indiaorubber
hose and the knob off of the smoke
house door. The man said that if it
was his cow he would kill her, and I
told him he had perhaps better knock
ou the head in the morning.
During tho night she had another
attack of somnambulism, and while
wandering about she ate the door mat
from the front porch, bit off all the
fancy work, on top the cast iron gate,
swallowed six loose bricks that were
piled up against the house and then
had a fit among our rose bushes.—
When we came down in the morning
she seemed to be breathing her last,
but she bad strength enough left to
seize a newspaper that I held in mv
hand and when that was down, she
gave three or four kicks and rolled over
and expired, it cost me three dollars
to have the carcass removed. Since
then we have bought our butter and
milk, and give up all kinds of live
stock. —Max Adder.
Strange Deaths.
Ho'uer, they te 1 us, died of a broken
heart because he c .uld aot guess a rid
dle. The old gentleman had been
warne 1 by an oracle that if he did not
mind what he was about he would be
killed by a riddle, and his day came.—
Seeing some young fishermen in a boat,
he unfortunately asked them what sport
thev had had, to which they replied,
that “As many as we caught we left;
as many as we could not catch we carry
with us.” This was too much for the
author of the Iliad and the Odyssey ;
he guessed and guessed till he could
guess no longer, and finally died rf
sheer vexation. Aristotle “went off”
in precisely the same way, because he
could not understand a more interest
ing riddle set by nature, viz., the Cause
of the ebbing and flowing of the Eu
lipus. Others relate that he angrily
threw himself into the stream. Diodo
rous, the immortal inventor of the
“horned” ann “veiled” sophism, having
met with his match in one Stilpo, who
* caught” him with another sophism
which he was unable to solve, went
home, wrote a book about it, and died
of despair. Philetas had reduced him
self to such a state of tenuity by re
flection and study that he was obliged
to wear lead soles to his boots to keep
himself from being blown away, or pos
sibly from rising like a balloon into the
h k aven of invention ; however, the end
of Philetas was, as Suidas solemnly in
forms us, evaporation-—he positively
evaporated. Anacreon was choked
with a grape-stone. Sophocles is said
by some to have come to the same end,
though according to others he died of
joy at being victor in his last tragic
contest. Euripidos was torn into pieces
by dogs, hounded on by some women,
in revenge for his mysogynism. jEs
chylns was killed by an eagle dropping
a tortoise on his bald head, the king of
birds mistaking the shining poll for a
stone, and apply.ng it to uses other
than Melpomene would sanction. Iby
cus, the great lyric poet, was murdered
by robbers ; and Sappho flung herself
from the Leucalian rock to core her
love for Pbaon. Honest Hesiod also
came to a melancholy end, but having
been flung into the sea his corpse was
solemnly brought back to shore on the
backs of some dolphins. Lucretius, as
we all know from Tenny on’s fine poem,
was poisoned by a love philtre, and fi
nally finished himself off with his own
hand, as also did his first English edi
tor and translator, the Rev. Thomas
Creech. Pietro Aretino, a celebrated
Italian litterateur of the Renaissance,
came to a singu'ar end. He was drink
ing and enjoj ing himself with certain
other ecclesiastics, and one of them
telling a story which certaiuly ought
not to have amused either the narrator
or his friends, Aretino leaned back in
his chair to laugh with full freedom,
slipped and dashed out his brains on
the marble floor. Sir George Ethe
ridge, author of “Sir Topley Flutter,”
“Love in a Tub,” &c., brought a simi
lar life to a similar conclusion. He
was lighting some friends, who had
been to pay him a visit, and as he stood
doing so he tumbled do vn stairs and
broke his neck ; “and so,” as the notes
to Grammont put it, “fell a martyr to
jolity and civilty.” Peter Motteaux,
the traaslatcr of Rabelais, came to a
very mysterious end ; and the mystery
which surrounded the death of Edward
11., Richard 11., Clarence and many
Kings and Princes, both in ancient and
modern history, has never been cleared
up. Demosthenes poisoned himself,
but no one knows how. Terrible as it
may seem, it is nevertheless true, that
if a complete list were drawn up of
men of mark in the world’s history,
reckoning all nations and all times, it
would appear that at least a quarter of
them died not like other men, and that
very nearly another quarter committed
suicide.
The Grouud-liog Excuse.
“Adam Crane, why hid you get drunk
yesterday ?” blankly inquired the court
of the first man out.
His honor’s kind look gave Adam
new courage, and ho explained :
“It was Ground-Hog day, your hon
or.”
“So it was, but what has Ground Hog
day to do with whisky ?”
“Our family has always celebrated
the day Judge. If its a cloudy day
we have baked goose for dinner and
congratulate each other on an early
spring. If it is a sunny day we always
get drunk and smash windows. That’s
why I got drunk. It has been a regu
lar custom for years and years, and I
hope you w >n’t hop on me with a big
sentence.”
“I can’t help about its being a cus
tom, Adam Crane,” softly replied the
court, “nor can the people of the State
of Michigan make it cloudy or sunny
for the ground hog. Our f >!ks here
found you driven into a pile of rubbish
up to your shoulders, pulled you out
and brought you here, and it is now my
painful duty to give you the cold grip
for thirty days.”
“B’ast the ground hog,” muttered the
prisoner.
“No swearing unless you raise your
right hand,” replied the court. “The
fact is. Mr Crane, there is too much
fooling with the weather, and there are
too many signs and too many prophets.
Ooe day the goose bone predicts a reg
ular old silver-plated nor’easter, and the
next day Gen. Meyers brings on a
I haw. This having to use a whellbar
row in the morning and a hand sled at
night has disgusted me.”
“I don’t control tne weather,” growl
ed Adam.
“Can’t help that; you will have to
take your little gnund hog under your
arm and go up.”— Free Press.
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VOL. VII. —NO 38
ESTABLISHED 85.
GILMORE At CO; #
Attorneys at Law,
Successors to Chipman, Hosn*r & Cos,
629.F. ST., WASHINGTON .0.
American ami Foreign I atents,
Pr ten’s procured in all roi a*i iea.
FKKS IN aovanck. No charge unless the
patent is granted. No-fees for making pre
liminary examinations. No additional fees
for obtaining and conducting a rchcarinc.
Special attention given to lnterferencg
ca*ea before the Patent Office, Extension*
before Congress, Infringement wits in dif
ferent States, and all litigation appertain
ing to inventions or patents. Send stamp
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United States Courts and Depart
i ments,
Claims prosecuted in the Supreme Court
of the Uuited States, Court of Claims,
Court of Commission!rs of Alabama Claims,
| Southern Claims Commission, and all class
es of war claims before the Executive De
partments.
Arrears of Pay and County.
Officers, soldiers, and sailors of the late
war or their heirs, are in many cases en
titled to money from the Government, of
which they have no knowledge. Write fulj
history of serice, and state amount of pay
and bounty received. Enclose stamp, and
a fnfl reply, after examination, will be
given you Lee.
Pensions.
All officers, soldiers, and sailors wound
ed ruptured, or injured in the late
however slightly, can obtain ape
many now receiving pensions are e
to an increase. Stnd stamp and in
(ion will be furnished free.
United States General Land Office
Contested land cases, private land claims,
ining pre-emption and homestead cates,
rosecuted before the General Land Office
nd Department of the Interior.
Old Bounty Land Warrants.
The last report of the Commissioner' of
the General Land Office shows 2,807,500
of Bounty Land Warrants outstanding.—
These were issued under act of 1855 anl
prior acts. We pay cash for them. Send
by registered letter. Where assignment*
are imperfect we give instructions to per
fect them.
Each department of our business is con
ducted in a separate bureau, under the
charge of experienced lawyers and clerks.
15y reason of error oi fraud many attor
neys are suspended from practice before
the Pension and other offices each year.
Claimants whose attorneys have been thus
suspended will be gratuitously furnished
with full information and _ropei papers on
application to us.
As we charge uo fees unless successful,
stamps for return pos'age should be- sent
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Address GILMORE & CO. f
P. O. Box 44, Wat ft i tiff lon, If. Oi
Washington, D. C., November 24, 1876.
I take pleasure in expressing my entire
confidence in the respontibili.y and fidelity
of the Law, Patent and Collection House of
Gilmore & Go., of this city.
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{Cashier of the Natiot al Metropolitan Bank 1
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