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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. Be something—bo somebody. Set your mark high in the world aud then move toward it. Don’t wait for some body to lift you up to the place you as -e —lift yourself. FOR CASH. We defy competition, and from this date we sell goods for cash only wth out deserimination. A large, well forted and superior stock of goods al ways on hand. Bring your greenbacks ud give us a call. Foster & Harlan. July 18,1876. Domestic Sewing Machine omestic Paper Fashions omestic Underbraider omestic Machine Find gs 0 metmkonthly. 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