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BY FREEMAN & BRO.
Sue Calhoun (limes.
Lovers Coming.
“ Break into beautiful blossom*,
0 buds of the sunny May.
And sing, my robin and blue bird,
Your sweetest er.ro. to-day—
For my love has written a letter,
And the world is all in tune—
Ho is coming with the roses
In the fairest days in .June.
“1 am counting the days between us, '
I am counting the moments and hours,'
Telling my bends, like a solemn nun,'
On a rosary of HoWors ; 1 *
For lie said, when the the roses .
Are blushing in royal red,
lie is'coming to claim a promise, *
(I wonder wliat 1 have said.)
“Break into song* and blossoms,
0 birds and buds of spring ;
Lilies scatter your fragrance
And sweetest song-birds sing,
And skies drop golden sunshine
In the beautiful days Itt June,
For my love is coming to see me
And the world is all in tune.”
FRIENDS OF THE PRISONERS.
it. ir.
In many of the Paris prisons is to be
seen a Png, dreary room, through tiie
middle of which are built two high
walls of iron grating, enclosing a space
of some taree feet in width.
A stranger visiting the prison for the
first time would find it hard to divine
for what purpose these walls of grating
had been built. But on the appointed
days when the friends of the prisoners
are allowed to enter the prison, their
use is sadly evident. It would not be
safe to permit wives and husbands, and
mothers and sons, to clasp hands in un
restrained freedom, A tiny file, a skein
of si k, can open prison doors and set
captives free; love’s ingenuity will cir
cumvent tyranny and fetters, in spite
of all possible precautions. Therefore
th' vigilant authority says : “ You may
see, but not touch; there shall be no
possible opportunity for an instrument
of escape to be given ; at more than
arm’s length the wife, the mother must
be held.” The prisoners are led in and
seated on a bench upon cue side of these
gratings; the friends are led in and
seated on a similar bench on the other
side ; jailers are in attendance in all the
rooms ; no words can be spoken which
the jailers do not hear. Yearningly
eyes meet eyes ; faces are pressed against
ilie hard wires; luving words are ex*
changed ; the poor prisoned souls ask
eagerly for news from the outer world
—the world from which they are as
much hidden as if they wore dead,—
Fathers hear how tdi a li'tle ones have
grown; sometimes, alas! how the little
ones have died. Small gifts of fruit or
clothing are brought; but must be giv
en first into the hands of the jailers.
Even flowers cannot be given from lov
ing hand to hand ; for in the tiniest
flower might be ’hidden the secret poi
son which would give to the weary pris
oner surest escape of all. All day comes
and goes the sad train of friends ; I.ti
gering and turning back after there is
no more to be said ; weeping when they
meant and tried to smile; more hungry
for closer sight and v<>ico. and fur touch,
with every moment that they gaze
through the bars; and going away at
last with anew sense of loss and separ
tion, which time, with its merciful heal
mg, will hard’y s ften before the visit
ing day will come again, and the same
heart rending ex* erience of mingled
torture wilj - again*be borne. But to the
prisoners these glimpses of friends'
tacos are like manna from heaven
Their whole life, physical and mental,
receives anew impetus from them.—
Their blood flows more quickly, their
eves light up. they live from one day to
the next on a memory and a hope. No
punishment can be invented so terrible
as the deprivation of the sight of their
friends on \is’ting day. Men who are
obstinate and immovable before any sort
or amount of physical torture are sub
dued by mere threat of this
A friend who told me of a visit he
paid to Prison Mszas, or one oi the
Jays, said, with teats in his eyes, *• It
was almost more than I could bear to
see these poor souls reaching out toward
each other from either side of the iron
railings. Here a poor, old woman, tot»
toring and weak, bringing a little fruit
m a basket for her son ; here a wife,
holding up a baby to look through the
gratings at its father, and the father
tr ying in an agony of earnestness to be
‘‘P re that the baby knew him ; here a
little girl, looking reproachfully at her
brother, terror struggling with tender
ness in her young face ; on the side of
* l,e friends, love and yearning and pity
beyond all words to describe ; cn the
?‘J O the prisoners, love and yearning
‘ * ast as great, but with a misery of shame
•>'ldcd, which gave many faces a look of
u frernpt at dogged indifference on the
surface, constantly betrayed and contra
lc ted, however, by the flashing of the
‘J’cs and the red of the cheeks.”
■lhe story so impressed me that I
t Hu 1 not for days lose sight of the pie-
| Q re it raised ; the double walls of iron
the cruel, inexorable empty
s P ace between th cm—empty, yet crowd
eJ with words and looks ; the lines of
onxioxjs, yearning faces on either side.
ut Presently I said to myself, it is, af
«.r a ll’ pot so unlike the life we all live.
■ 10 of us is not in prison ? Who of
Js is not living out his time of punish
j,lent? Law holds us all in its merci
ts' fulfillment of penalty for sin ; dis—
f ase , danger, work separate us, wall us,
u O’ Us - That we ait; not numbered
* lth bhe number of a cell, clothed in
a V lmf o rU ‘ °^' a ce^Joc^e J up at night,
an counted ir; the morning, is only an
Apparent difference end not so real an
Cr *m Our jui lers do not know us ; but
. )W them. There is no fixed day
h> arning for us in the future when our
term of sentence will expire and we
shall regain freedom. It may be toe
morrow ; it may be three-score years
away. Meantime, we bear ourselves as
if’ we were not in prison. We profess
that we choose, we keep our fetters out
of eight, we smile, wo sing, we contrive
to be glad of being alive, and we take
great interest in t.ho changing oi* our
jails. But no man knows where his
neighbor’s prison lies Mow bravely and
cheerily most eyes look up ! This is
one of the sweetest mercies of life, that
“the heart kuoweth its own bitterness,”
and,'knowing it, can hide it. Hence,
we (?an all be friends for other prison
ers; standing separated from them by
the -impassable iron gratings and the
.fixed'gulf of space, which are not inao
propriate emblems of the unseen bar
riers between all human souls. We can
show uindly faces, speak kindly words,
be; r to them fruits and food, anu moral
help, greater than fruit or food, We
need not aitn at philanthropies ; we need
not have a visiting day, nor seek a pris
on-house built of stone. On every road
each man we meet is a prisoner ; he is
dying at heart, however sound he looks;
he is only waiting, however well he
works. If we stop to ask whether he
he our brother, he is gone. Our one
smile would have lit up his prison day.
Alas for us if we smiled not as we pass
ed by ! Alas for us if, face to face, at
last, with our Elder Brother, we find
ourselves saying, “ Lord, when saw we
thee sick and in prison ?” — Bits of
Talk.
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About Girls.
Girls are often wild, wayward and
hard to govern. They give their anx
ious mothers and fond fathers many se
rious hours of thought and care.—
They principally delight in having their
own way; they are impatient under
home restraints, and they frequently
fancy that they know a great deal more
than their mothers do.
They giggle and act very foolish
sometimes, when anything happ< ns to
please them. They pout and make
up laces when they feel cross and un
comfortable, or when any one is unfor
tunate enough to incur their youthful
displeasure, and they resort to tears and
find a great deal of comfort in a good
cry when the world does net move updn
its axis exactly in conformity with
i heir wishes
They are very romantic with regard
to their expectations of the future.—
They have an uncontrollable passion
tor cheap, sensational literature, and
they usually entertain about as unreal
and ( xaggerated ideas of life as they
find pictured and described in the start
ling narratives which they are in the
habit of reading. They look forward
to find themselves in the same impossi
ble situations as the imaginary heroines,
whose chequered careers they follow
with such thrilling interest, anxiety
and enthusiasm.
They condescend, sometimes, to flat
ter and flirt with the tender-hearted
and confiding youths of their acquaint
ance, who at an early age are so unfor
tunate as to feell that
“The rosy boy with a cherub wing
Has many a shaft for his slender sling!”
The girls somehow seem to delight
in tormenting and teasing such boys,
nor appear to feel one atom of pity or
compassion for what these tender youths
suffer find endure by reason of hope
lewdy loving them.
* (fir's sometimes make old and gray
beatkd men say and do a great many
foolish and undignified things. Such
instances are not uncommon, and who
can fancy a more ridiculous picture
than that of an old man, with hair and
whiskers freshly and ingeniously dyed,
vainly endeavoring to conceal the fact
that he has the rheumatism, frisking
around like a young colt in a green pas
ture, in futile endeavors to persuade
some young girl of sweet sixteen that
he is as young as ever he was.
Girls are very communicative with
each other. They are in the habit of
talking over between themselves ell
their joys and sorrows, enjoining upon
each other the most solemn obligations,
never to tell what they hear to any
body else ; how well they obey these
mutual injunctions, is evident from
their subsequent course of conduct.—
If you would sow a secret broadcast
the land, tell it to a young girl, and
make her promise to religiously keep
it.
A girl becomes a complete girl oniy
when she does up her back hair in ma
ture fashion, and gets her first long
dress on. Then she saiis into the beau
monde, with a great many lofty and su
percillious airs, and fancies that she is
full-fledged woman.
But with all their failings and short
comings, girt* are a lovely, lively and
interesting institution. The world we
live in is a great deal brighter, better
and more beautiful for their being in it.
When grown to perfect maturity they
make our best and loveliest women, and
a noble woman is God’s greatest and
grandest earthly creation.
Sunrise in South Africa —Sud
denly a golden tinge seemed to fall like
a lash on the vapors of night; they
scudded away directly, asjaekais before
the lions; the st irs paled, and with one
incredible bound the mighty sun leaned
into tlie horizon, and rose into the sky.
In a moment ail the lesser lamps of
heaven were out, though late so glori
ous, and there was nothing but one
vast vaulted turquois, and a great flam
ing topaz mounting with eternal order
to its center. — Churl s Reade.
Spanish Proverbs. — “He who has
nothing to do. let him buy a ship or
marry a wife.” “From many children
and little bread, good Lord deliver us.”
“A fool is never a great one unless he
knows Latin.”
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY" 18,1874.
[Written for the Gaihonn Times.]
TbejPiTsa.
Carried down the rushing stream of
time, there are marks along the shore
by which we may calculate our progress
and position. America’s skies are as
blue,her lands as fertile, her productions
as varied and her resources as abundant
as those of any country ; and though
auarchy at home has been doing a fatal
work, yet despotism has only aroused us
to renewed exertion, for our plains are
not without tillers, our rivers without
vessels, nor we without comfortable
homes, smiling villages and metropolitan
cities.
We have magically emerged from the
brooding nightfall of wai into the rose
ate light oi peace.
And what delivered us from the rev
olution that convulsed from circuinr
ftvence to center ?
What enabled us to arise from the
pressure of thralldoui, and regain oar
equilibrium of freedom which was so
terribly shaken, the suddenness and aw
fulness of which seem more like a wild
and feverish dream than a sad reality ?
Why, ufterTlaving our venerated in
stitutions trampled in the dust and over
whelmed with calamities, have we ad
hered to patient perseverance and ener
getic action, instead of becoming dis
couraged in the midst of this ruin and
desolation, as many once boastechjations
of whom we have record, and tamely
submitting to the ignominious yoke of
slavery ?
This achievement is attributed to our
being au educated people, influenced by
the press. Mental cultivation is our
popular topic, our universal shout, our
grandest aim. With it, wisdom, jus
tice and equity will triumph, virtue vs ill
be rewarded and vice punished, and,
though all human conditions are fraught
with disorders and inequalities, it ever
points to a future gilded with the most
panoramic colors. To advance in the
arts and sciences should be our enthu
siastic desire, our polar star, our palla
dium.
Contrast our destiny with that of the
aboriginal American tribes, and what
an estimate we should place on our
privileges aud prerogatives.
Intellectual culture overthrows mon
archies, crushes dynasties, and makes
every man a noble, proud sovereign. It
ever looks forward,and continually star
tles the world with new wonders, bung
ing marvelous facilities into being to
push us onward.
The printing press issues mental food
with unceasing celerity,"and is the chief
nourisher of the literary world.
It sends forth as on the wings of the
wind /every /discovery and invention
made, both of nature and of art.
Tiio treasures in the bowels of the
earth, and the stars as they are named
and numbered, the boundless ocean and
the air yield us their mysteries ; buried
empires and relics of antiquity are ex -
p!ored,and our inquiries satisfied through
the medium of the press.
Egypt, Rome, Ninevah, Babylon,
Pompeii and Herculaneum may be fa
miliar to us without leaving our own
firesides, bv reading of them, and every
astonishing inventionj and discovery is
solved without our being puzzled by pe
rusing the patient research of some gi
ant o mind. History, chronology, miner
alogy, geology, chemistry, and all the
circle of science, which cost years of
anxious toil, are ours if w r e will but
possess them. The railroad car, hurry
ing as for life and death through our
midst; the telegraph, dispatching with
Tghtning speed, and the grand steam
ship, walking the waters of every ocean,
sea, gulf and bay, are all the creatures
of master spirits.
Then we should cherish a taste for
reading—prize the newspaper, periodi
cal, and every worthy book, as enlarg
ing our lights, elevating our principles,
adding intenseness to our mental exer
tions.
Remove the press, and every depart
ment, ecclesiastical, political and civil,
will soon sink to rise no more, and with
the lapse of ages, the glowing feats of
present civilization will not even be
faintly traditionalized.
Now, casualties frequently disappoint
our anxious expectations and riches
leave us, but a well stored mind is ours,
surely ours, ernd nothing but dethroned
reason can dispossess us of it. But ex
clude the press—destroy its fruits, and
the consequence is a fearful thought,for
soon, very soon, the siroc breath of ig
norance, superstition and darkness
would engulf us. The light of day ir
radiates the landscape and gleams upon
the snow-clad mountains. It throws its
rays across the Sahara desert of Africa
and visits the distant shores of New
Zealand. It shines alike on the beggar
in his tatters and the king on his throne.
Its beautiful and cheering radiance is
universal and impartial. So the press
illumines our minds, pierces the thick
folds of ignorance, and if we receive its
effulgent, beams, our senatorial halls.uur
schools, our bars aud our pulpits will
acknowledge its Benign and beneficial
influence ; our lives and property will
be secure, our cities will team with
wealth, our commerce will extend as far
wiuds blow and waters roll, our stand
ard of right and wrong will be the mod
el of all that is great and good, aud we
will have no fears of wearing the badge
of servitude, but will enjoy the un
speakabie immunities of freedom forev
er.
Then, since it affords such an incal
culable remuneration, we should mani
fest cur appreciation by not placing a
limit upon the time and money bestow
ed upon it. M. B. it.
Calhoun, Ga., Feb. 9, 1874.
Josh 11 i It i ice - Bo x.
Most every one luvs to listen to a
slander, but thare aint but phew but
what dispise the author uv it.
What a heartless world this would be
if thare waz no tears in it.
Wize men tire never surprized, while
pkools are alwuss .wondering at every
thing that happens.
I meet a great many men whoze talk
iz like a bunch ov fire trackers when
they are fust t ate bed oph, full ov pop
for a few minutes, aud then all iz
over.
Without munny, without friends,’and
without impudence, iz about az low
down iz this world az enny man kan
get and keep virtewous.
Beware of the man who iz allwuss
reddy to swop old friends for new
ones.
The dog that 'will phollow every
body, aint worth a cuss.
When I pla whist I allwuss like a
phool for a partner, for they do hold
sutch good hands.
There iz nothing that a man iz so cer
tain ov az he iz ov what he sees, and
yet there iz nothing after all that de..
ccaves him oftner.
I have had people set down bi mi
side, and konfidenshally undertake to
explain 'sumthing to me ov grate im
portance, and after talking 34 minutes
bi the watch, I not only and dn’t kno
what they had been tricing to tell, but
had forgot a good deal that I knew
before.
Thare iz but little that iz new un
der the sun, and what fsaint good for
mutch.
One of the most perfekt viktorys yu
.an achieve over enny man is to beat
him in politeness.
The rarest artlkle quoted in market
just now iz good common sense.
Yung man you had bettor be hon
est than kuunin, and it iz hard wofk to
be both.
After a man has passed the age ov
57, about all lie kan find to talk about
and to brag on, iz that he haz got
more pains and akes than enny of hit?
nabors.
I kant tell exactly what’s the matter
uv me, but iam alwuss just a 1 ect 1 e shy
ov the woman who wears her hair kut
short.
The world at large judge ov U3 bi
our sack cess.
It ort to kure the pride uv enny
man when he reflekfs that thare aint
no one living but what owes more ta
the world than the world owes him.
To be familiar with every one and
preserve*your respect, and their esteem,
iz an evidense of the most remarkable
talients.
The great mistake that menny peo
ple make iz to think that they waz
made before the world waz instead ov
since.
Selecting a Wife*
We have heard of the test being ap
plied to servant girls, but John Stark
ley was the man who applied It to the
selection of a wife. The Starkleys and
Belktiapshad been friends through sev
eral generations—there was in the Stark
ley family one son, and Jin the family
of the Beiknaps five daughters ; and it
had been arranged between the parents
that the heir of the Starkleys should
taken him a wife from the daughters of
Belknap. John, the heir aforesaid, at
the age of five-and twenty, had return
ed from his travels, when his father
bade him select from the daughtors of
the friendly house the one he would
have for a wife John was a dutiful
son, and his heart was whole, and the
maidens were ail fair to look upon, eo
he accepted the situation, determined
to master it if possible.
John spent several evenings in the
company of the young ladies, and it
was difficult to decide which was the
most charming,-though his fancy vested
most lingeringly upon the youngest —
not that she was the handsomest, but
she appeared the most sensible.
One day John was invited to dinner,
and, in advance of the family, he made
his way into the hall and threw a broom
upon the floor, directly aerocs the pas
sage to the diuiug room. By and by the
summons sounded for the meal, and
John watched for the result. The eld
est of the daughters stepped over the
broom loftily ; the second went round ;
the third gave it a kick from her path;
the fourth gave it an extra kick ; the
fifth—the youngest —stopped and pick
ed the broom up and took it to the fur
corner of the hall and set it carefully
out of the way.
And John selected the meek-eyed,
fair-haired maiden who thus stood the
test; and he never had occasion to re
gret bis choice. She proved to be a
wife who looked well to the ways of her
household, and her biart had no lack ol
faith and love.
Masle.
Music has been sai lby one to be
“an intoxication, an enchantment ; a
; world in which to live, to combat, to
repose ; a sea of painful delight, in-.
j comprehensible and boundless as eter
! nity.” This seems to be as just a defi
l nition as possible of the power of sweet
: sounds over the emotions of the human
i heart.
And .vliat is not music? All the
I sounds of summer, from the sweet chirp
; ing of the tiniest bird or the faintest
; echo that sweeps murmuring over, hill
and valley, to the solemn reverberation
ol the thunderpeal, music in a lima
sand varied tones is evident to the
senses It is natural to suppose every
part of the universe equally perfect ;
and it is a glorious and elevating
thougt that the stars of heaven are con
tinually moving on to music, and that
the sounds wc daily listen to are but a
part of a melody that, reaches to the
very eetitre of God’s illimitable spheres.
It is, indeed, inspiring to think of this
grand universal antheui arising in its
majesty aud sublimity from all the
countless worlds of creation, a song of
praise and thanksgiving to llim whose
mercy and beneficence sustain all
things.
There is music of every kind thought
every pure aspiration. For what are
our thoughts but nstruments, whose
strings, is gently touched, give forth
strains of surpassing sweetness to re
ward the player ? But, if fingers rudo
and unskillful touch the colds, inhar
mony and discord are the rct'ult.—
Should we not then refrain from touch
ing with ungentle hands the sensitive
heartstrings of those around us, as we
remember that wc are answerable, to a
great degree, to the melody or inhar
mony of their being ?
The music of the human voice sur
passes all other sweet sounds, however
perfect they may be, in its power to
arouse the emotions and passions of
men. Who does not know the wild
pitch of enthusiasm to which a crowd
is often excited by the singing of a na
tional anthem ?
The charm of music is indefinable;
it brings an exquisite sense of “ bliss
ful sadness,” which no person can de
scribe We feel while under its in
fluence that we are enigmas even to our
selves. What strange and hitherto un.
known powers awake within us as the
soul soars on the wings of melody far
up into the sunlit and eternal heavens ?
Are not all tilings possible to us, we ask.
as wc lean in that moment of ecstasy
over all the barriers of sense and cir
cumstance ? True, the doubts and mis
givings may return, and the wings of
the spirit trail in the dust and mire
that lie along the world’s highways;
but who shall say that we arc not bet
ter and purer for that i lument of
exultation when the soul communed
with its fellow angel and rejoiced in its
heavenly powers ?
A Genial Isle,
“ Bermuda is a whimsical creation,”
writes a cor.cspondent, “ a sort of sta
tionary ship’s deck, moored just beyond
the gull’ stream, which, with its warm
air current, presents an effectual bar
rier to the snows and wintry blasts of
the neighboring continent. For nine
months in the year —from October to
June—the temperature is as equable,
perhaps., as that of a part of the world,
ranging between 50 and 75 degrees,
and in winter averaging GO degrees
In midsummer it seldom exceeds 86 de
grees, but the excessive moisture in the
sea air is thou relaxing, oppressive, and
debilitating. The general climate is
healthful and favorable to longevity.—
At intervals Bermuda has occasionally
been visited with yellow fever, but
there is no doubt that the disease was
each time imported by commercial in
tercourse. To the incipient invalid it
is a delicious contrast to pass, in a few
days, from the bitter cold of a north
ern winter to the genial atmosphere of
Bermuda —to exchange fur snow-cov
ered streets, cedar-covered hills light
ened up with banks of oleander.—
Roses, geraniums, and other flowers
bioom perennially, and green peas and
strawberries are eaten at Christmas.”
No Nc
“Well, there is nothing in the paper
to-night,” and down goes the paper on
the floor with a few hard thoughts, if
not hard words, in regard to the ab j
surdity of sending out a newspaper
without a dozen columns of thrilling
incidents.
The public should remember that
they make the news, and that reporters
and editors collect it and put it in shape, j
A man knows of something of gen- j
eral interest but instead of mentioning j
the fact to a newspaper man, keeps it i
buried in his breast, and when he can
not find the item given in the paper,
wonders why he knows so much more
than editors, and complains of want of
enterprise.
If all took an interest in their paper,
and made a slight effort to drop and hint
to the editor when they come across a
bit of news, there would be plenty to
read, and the individual giving the sug
gestion would often discover that bis
item had been worked up, new facts
learned and added, till. it would be as
interesting to himself aa others.
When there is nothing going on it is
somewhat difficult to put much news in
the p iper.
A country editor sat down to write a
New Year’s address and his inuitial
lines read thus : “Lives there a man with
nose so led that never to himself hath
said, I’ll yay before I go to bed. the
debt I owe the printer ?” Whereupon
a brother quill driver replies : “ Y-c s ;
there are some I know full well, but
they, they. I fear, will go to —wciF—
the place where tacre’s no wiuter.
The South-- Hrr Duty red Ikstiny.
i For nearly fifteen years, the South
i a country endowed with natuml caps-
I bihties unsurpassed by any other in th
i world, has rested beneath a cloud. For
Lthe first four jears, 'he was desolated
by a terrible war, which was followtd
i fur four bitter years by an unquiet peace.
But her glorious land is Est h r. Tears
and regrets are unavailing aud despond
ency is unbecoming a people whose val
or is historic. A gre..t work is to be
done, and it must be begun soon, or the
generation which has beheld the coun
try in her sorrows, will pass away with
out beholding her glory.
The crisis in her history is past; but.
her people have not reached the irui
j tiou of their bufferings. They poss’-' a
j fair and a goodly heritage ; but it is
practically a desolation What is a
paradise without a bird ?
Where there are tens there should be
thousands, and where there are thou
sands there should he millions of pros
perous and happy people. The grass
must grow, the grains must spring up,
the vine must be planted, the cotton
must bloom, the mines must give up
their treasures, the lorests must bow
down, and the joyful noise if
the artisan must bo heard in ail the
lands
All thi3 is the fruit of work, and work
is the resaltjljof will. Resolve and the
transformation is begun ; abide and it
is accomplished. Do not wait to dis
cuss results. Causes nre first in order.
Tin torrent does not debate its passage,
but arraying its forces, makes its path
ways through the mountain.
Witn an admiration for our noble
ehuntry exceeded only by our love of
h.*r people, we invoke you to. forget the
past,;and from thisMiour *and
build up her waste ph.ee . A radiant
future awaits you. You hold the seat
of an empire which, in thu’futurc years,
shall surpass the wealth and splendor
of Oriental story. Begin the great
work, and you shall soon beifthe dawn
of a millennium for our beauteous and
cherished land, which your sacrifices in
her behalf shall fit you to enjoy- — The
South.
Going <o the Cars.
There is something exile rating in
seeing a man hastening to the cars, es
pecially if he thinks he hasn’t one mo
ment to spare, but rather several to
gain, and has a carpet-bag in one hand
and a paper parcel in the other. We
eon l ess ourselves that such a sight is
not exactly repulsive to us. He talus
the middle of the street, as it is the
most open thoroughfare, and has his
overcoat apart and flapping, under the
impression that it in some way acceler
ates his motion. While he thus leaps
over the ground, while the fiat pel-bag
swinging around and rapping ugailists
his legs, what a magnificent specimen
of physical activity, directed by intense
mental application, he presents.
Ilis eyes are set in Lis head ; his face
is flushed iy the play of l.is muscles;
his mouth hangs carelessly open, and
tliG cords in his neck stand out like
whip lashes. Faster and faster his logs
ply against the unsympnthizing earth ;
wilder and wilder whirls the cirnct bag;
everybody stops to look at him ; little
boys, too small apparently to take an in
terest in anything, turn out of (lie way
to observe him, and to conjure him to
greater speed. He reaches the depot,
dashes through without a ticket, and
lauds on the platform just as the train
is moving away, but eucouragcd by the
cries and cheering shouts of the hang
ers-on who get in front of him, he
makes the car, plunges iuto the only un
occupied seat, which is next to the
stove, and while the water trickles down
his body and myriads of red hot nee
dles pierce his flesh, he has plenty of
time to reflect on his narrow escape
from missing the train, and to properly
anathematize that last cup of Coffee.
The Fate of French Marshals.
The office of field Marshal in the
French army was instituted in the reign
of Francois I, and since then six Mar
shals have been tried, found guilty,son
tcnced to death, and all of them exe
cuted, with the except ion of the last in
stance, Marshal Bazaine. The record is.
as follows :
1. Marshal de Retz was hanged
and burned for rebellion and high trea
son.
2. Marshal de Baricn was decani
tated for conspiring with Spain against
his friend and benefactor, Henry LY.
3. and 4 Marshals do Marcillac an-1
de Montmorency were sentenced to the
scaffold for conspiring against r and man,
Richelieu.
5. Marshal Ncy was shot by the
Bourbons, in 1815, for going over to
his old master Napoleon, on his return
from Elba.
6. Bazaine, convicted of not having
done his duty in the face of the enemy;
sentenced t > formal degradation from
rank and to death, but sentence com
uted to informal degradation from rank
and exile for twenty years.
———
We talk of human life as a journey,
but how v riously is that journey per
formed ? There are those that come
forth girt, and shod, and mantled, to
walk on velvet lawns and smooth terra
ces. where every gale is arrested, and
every beam *is tempered. There arc
others who walk on the Aipine paths of
life, against driving misery,and through
stormy s >rrows, over sharp afflictions;
walk with bare feet and naked breast,
jaded, mangled, and chilled. —Sydney
Smith.
As Indiana paper thus politely ex
presses an opinion of a judge : “Me
knows ju-L about as touch of law as a
mule does of mineralogy—the chances
eing in favor of the mule.
VOLUME IV.—NO. 21).
H'S ITEMS
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“ (\-;:d~br>rt a’ is the way a much
j Called -St yMitiffc lady puta it,
A Terre Haul, man, who has Won
trying to make both ends meet, is liv
i ing uu head cheese.and ox tail soup.
| The man who pawned his set of false
I troth for a crust of bread was also ib
iiged to hire a buy to cat it for him.
I A man h*it a bony steed on Main
street last Saturday, and. coming back
: a short time afterwards, discovered that
j a funny youth had placed a card against
I the flesh loss ribs bearing the notice,
“Oats wanted—inquire within.”
A gentleman who rather suspected
1 someone was pooping through tin* her
j hole of his office door investigated with
a syringe full of peppersauee, and wont
home to find his wife hud been cutting
wood and a chip hit her in the eye.
A spread-eagle orator of New York
State wanted the wings of a bird to £y
to every village and hamlet in the broad
land j hut he wilted when a naughty
boy in the crowd sang out, “You’d he
shot for a goose before you had flew a
mile.”
“Well, Mr. , how'to you feci ?”
said a friend tc a defeated candid it** a
few days after election. *• I feel. 1 sup
pose,” he replid, “ as Lazarus did.”—
“How was that V' “Why,” siitl he,
“ Lazarus *was licked by the dogs, and
so am I.”
“If thus jury convicts my client,”
said a Missouri lawyer, rolling up his
sleeves and displaying his ponderous
fists, “ 1 shall feel .compelled to meet
each one aod hammer justice into his
soul through his head.” Verdict of
not guilty.
The most confiding woman lives in
Providence. She went to an auctiou,
and, knowing the prevalence of thieves
at such places, asked a nice-looking man
to take care of her pocket book, con
taining eighty lie is still
taking care of it.
It isn’t alwaj’s best to call things by
their right names. A young gentleman
called a coach dog a Dalmatian hound,
and was informed by his fiancee that if
he could not refrain from profanity in
her presence, they must henceforth be
strangers.
An idle young man wab complaining
to a prosperous friend that, although he
had tried his luck in all sorts of faiis
and lotteries,*he had never been able to
draw anything. “ Indeed,” said his
friend. “Well, suppose you try a hand
cart '! You can draw that.”
The crudest young female is the gill
the W isconsin country papers are b< ant
ing of. They are ail telling how si.e
sheared thirteen sheep in five hours “the
other day,” and now, of course, th so
thirteen innocent sheep aro left in this
weatlicr w ithout*evercoats.
They have a mud-hole in Bennington
so deep that small children are frequent
ly lost in it, and the Gazette says : “We
don’t care anything about it, ’cause our
folks are just out of children ; but f< r
the sake of our suffering neighbors, we
call^Mtension to the matter.”
A young man in Ashtabula bought to
secure his sweetheart by strategy, so he
took her out for a boatride, and threat
ened to jump overboard into the lake
ii she uidn t consent to marry him.—
But it didn’t work. She offered to b t
him a dollar that he daren’t jump in.
There is a story of Judge! Grier
which everybody delights .jin, howjip
set aside the unjust verdict of a jury
against an unpopular man, with this re
mark : “ Enter the verdict, Mr Clerk.
Enter, also, ‘Set aside by the court.’ I
want it to be understood that it takes
thirteen men to steal a man's farm in
this c„urt.”
An Irishman, newly engaged, pre
senter to his master one morning a pair
of boots, the leg of one of which was a
great deal longer than the other. “How
comes it, you rascal, that these hoots are
not of the same length ?” “ I really
don’t know sir j bat wuat bothers me
most is that the pair down r-tairs arc in
the same fix.”
A Beaver Pennsylvania.‘man
; threatens to against a young
tanner who persists in sitting up with
his daughter Sunday nights till four
o'clock in the morning. The stern pa
tent-claims, firstly, that the following
day being wash day. his gal aint of no
icteurJ. ; secondly, that if they* would
ouiy use two chairs, the one they do use
wouidu t cost so much lor repairs.
The champion office-holder of Flori
da is thus referred to by the Gainsviile
Era :* “ \\ heu the lion.'L G. Dennis
leit us lor h;s Northern tiip, to be ab
sent several mouths, wo lost in him our
senator, county commissioner, board of
instruction, deputy marshal,
sheriff, deputy CoWftly p/Jerk; treasurer
of school funds, cu todian of county
treasurer’s books, senior councilman and
acting mayor. Nearly all public busi
ness is suspended until his return.”
A nervous lady recently took p.-i.-g
at Tipton House, W Lite Mountains to
descend by the almost- perpendicular
railway. After they started, >be inter
viewed thy conductor : *■ 31 r. Conductor,
how do you hold these cats when you
want to make a stop \ ' •* Madam,
apply the brake which you see there.”
“ Suppose, Mr. Conductor, that brake
should give way, what do you do then
“Madam, we apply the double-acting
break which you see at the other end of
the cars ” “ But, Mr. Conductor, sup
pose that brake should uot be sufficient
to check the cars, where will we go
then i’ “Madam, that and peuds entire
ly upon iiow you have lived in the*
world.”