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WHAT WOULD YOU THINK?
When walking out some summer’s dav,
What if a little bird should call,
And on your shoulders perch and 3ay,
“ Speak well of all, or not at all!'’
What Would you think ?
What if you chased and caught for fun
Aii airy, gaudy butterfly :
And on its wings there in the sun
You plainly saw the words “Don’t lie!”
What would you think ?
Wliat, if you watched an opening rose
Spread all its petals to the air,
And to your wondering gaze disclose
Two little warning words, “Don’t swear !”
What would you think ?
What if you sought to rob the biids,
And hunted for their nests vvtth zeal,
But each egg trace! o-er with words
As plain as print, “Dear boy, don’t steal!”
He Wants To Fight.
A young man in Memphis is anxious
to fight a duel, and were a duel at any
time otherwise than the ridiculous re -
sort of enraged fools, he would seem al
most justified in his desire, for the of
fense against him was grievous. There
was a grand pic me of the young people
of Memphis recently; they went into
the woods with all manner of edibles
and wines and a band, and the day pass
ed away very pleasanly indeed. There
came at length a lull in the festivities
though, an and fifteen or twenty young la
dies withdrew for a little fun among
themselves. They organized a secret
society and then called for candidates
for initiation among the young men.
The young men were not backward in
the matter ; they went into the cererno'
ny like sheep to the shamlles, most con
fidingly, but when it came to the initia
tion, unlike the sheep at the shambles,
they rather liked it. There was but
one degree to the ceremony, but that
one was nice, consisting, as it did, of
blindfolding the candidate and leading
him to the centre a “magic circle’’ form
ed by the young ladies,when he was made
,to kneel and was k'ssed, being subse
quently made to guess who kissed him.
Such a programme would suit most men.
and some of those initiated wanted very
badly to take another degree. Final’y
the young ladies admitted that one gen
tleman, a real lady killer, should be al
lowed the privilege he asked for, and
he accordingly kneeled down with a
look of intense complacency upon bis
face that he should be thus selected as
more attractive than other men. He
Was kissed and the bandage removed
from his eyes only to disclose to him the
fact that his lips had been pressed by
the aggressively protuding ones of a
swarthy negro, who was with the party
as a waiter. Of course there was a
roar, and of course the lady killer was
mad. It appeared subsequently that
the young man had been deceived, the
kissing having been done by a confeder
ate of the ladies; but there was no balm
in Gilead for the man kissed by the ne
gro. lie must have satisfaction from
somebody, and he sought to get it from
the gentleman who was in league with
the ladies. Notes have passed, and the
Memphis papers talk of a duel. Sym
pathy would be wasted on the disillusion
ed lady killer, but it isn’t at all surpris
ing that he wants to fight. lie had ag
gravation enough.
The Cat.
The cat is an animal that varies much
in size and some in disposition. They
have two legs behind and two before,
with feet as soft as a morocco carpet, in
which are concealed a pair of treacher
ous claws that can be darted out at will.
Old maids love cats because they are
warm and soft like, .and because they
have but little else to love. We never
heard of an author having any particu
lar desire to make the acquaintance of a
cat, other than with a brick, boot jack
or shovel and tongs. Cats are musical
in their nature, and fond of a serenade,
which they frequently give their neigh
bors gratis. The tunes are always
pitched on the key of E sharp. I have
seen in the yard, under the window of a
bachelor, in the morning after one of
these concerts, everything on earth ex
cept something that belongs to woman’s
apparel—wine bottles,combs,hair brush
eSjboots, night caps, sardine boxes, cork
screws, oil cans, razor straps, undarned
socks, jack knives, hair die, false teeth,
ink stands, mucilage, lumps of coal, bil
lets of wood, dirty shirts, and in fact
every thing that could or could not be
thought of in a week,all thrown at them
cats. They catch some mice, but live
principally on young chickens, ducks,
fresh eggs, and what they can steal from
the table. Tie two cats by the tail, and
if they are old stout Thomas cats, throw
them over a pole and they will make the
fur fly faster than cotton from an un
capped cotton gin run by an eighty
horse power engine. While the per
formance is going on, yells, screams and
scratches may be heard for miles around.
They generlly fight till there is nothing
left but a pair of hind legs hanging over
the pole, and they continue to dart at
each other about an hour after all the
rest is gone. The old story of the Kil>
kenny cats is true.
Dexter.
Losing llis Brains.—Somewhere
about the 4th of July a Newburyport
man was the victim of a coincidence. —
While passing along the street a boy
exploded a common cracker just be
hind him, while at the same instant a
rotten banana, thrown from a neighbor
ing fruit store, struck him on the back
of the head. lie at once screamed,
“I’m shot! I’m shot!” and taking a
handful of the decayed fruit from his
head, exhibited it to a horror-stricken
bystander as a specimen of his brains.
A great crewd assembled, and a doctor
was called, who soon explained the mat
ter to the satisfaction of all.
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 4 1875.
Homes of Genius.
Genius is no aristocrat. She does
not seek marble palaces or turreted cas
tles to dwell with king or noble; but
loves rather to linger in the humble
homes of the peasant, among the poor
and lowly. Of course, there are excep
tions to this, as to every other rule, and
many of the rich and titled have become
famous, but generally the favorites of
genius are those who have no long line
of ancestors to look back upon with
pride, no coffer whose golden contents
are never exhausted.
One of the trials, coming hand in
hand with the fame and success which
ever attend men and women of genius,
is the curios' ty of the world. Their pri
vate life must be fully unfolded to the
public gaze, and they, patiently or not,
must submit to the rude scrutiny. This
curiosty, to some extent, belongs to ev
ery one ; we all have a desire to know
what Shakspsare did when a boy, what
he said and how he acted; if Milton
was happy in his home life; if Mozart
ever quarreled ; if Michael Angelo ate
and drank like other men ; and a thou
sand other similar questions present
themselves to the minds of every one
while thinking of the lives of the great
and famous.
We would not seek to raise the veil
which shields the home from envious
outsiders; but since it has been uplift
ed, there surely can be no impropriety
in taking a peep beneath.
In an old-fashioned country village
among the hills of Yorkshire stands a
quiet parsonage, where dwelt the author
of “Jane Eyre.” The house is of gray
stone, strongly roofed with flags, in or
der to resist the winds which fiercely
sweep across the moorlands. The church
is on one side, the schoolhouse on the
other, while the purple moors stretch
far away beyond. Under the windows
of the parsonage grew a few plants, har
dy ones, for such only could endure the
cold rigorous climate.
In this dreary place lived, w 7 roto and
died that woman of true genius, Char
lotte Bronte. The bad roads cutoff all
communication with the surrounding
country, and all the intellect and educa
tion of the Bronte family were far su
perior to their neighbors; their lives,
one might say, was bounded by the home
circle. Their father spending all of his
time in his study, the mother an inva
lid confined to her room, the brothers
and sisters early learned to depend upon
themselves. After the death of the
mother and two elder children, Char
lotte supplied their place to the young
er children,and the cares incident upon
such a position caused her to become
old anj) thoughtful beyond her years.
Such were the home and circumstances
of “Curier Bell,” and both had their in
fluence upon her works and character.
The bleak cold winds infused some of
their own vigor and strength into her
writings,the purple heath some of its
fragrance and beauty; her isolate posi
tion, so unusual for a young girl, gave
her an originality and freedom of thought
that has made her famous. Yet, when
we think of her small circle of acquaint
ances, her uninterested and desolate sur
rounding, it seems truly wonderful that
one so situated could have given to the
world works of such thrilling interest
and power as “Jane Eyre,” “Villette,”
and “Shirlly.”
The home of Mrs. Browning, one the
world’s favorite poets, was in England,
but more beloved than her native soil
was the land under Italy’s sunny skies.
For Italy’s freedom she wrote and pray
ed, and it is truly fitting that the last
home of this “soul of fire enclosed in a
shell of pearl,” should be in beautiful
Florence.
“Where olive orchards gleam and quiver,
Along the banks of Arno’s river,”
she now sleeps, with the bright Etruscan
roses bending over her, and the sweet
music of the golden river to sing her re
quiem.
A clay-built cabin in Ayrshire was
the birthplace of Scotland’s greatest
poet, Robert Burns. He was a simple
peasant boy, but nevertheless, genius
had endowed him with that immortal
fire which so few persons possess. He
deserted the plough for the pen, and
the Soottish rustic became the renowned
poet. His fame, however, brought him
no prosperity; feasted and fatted for a
time, be was soon neglected and forgot
ten, and died in obscurity and poverty.
That genius is not always so fickle and
cruel to her favorites, is shown by the
life of Washington Irving. His last
days were spent in his beautiful resi
dence, Sunnyside, on the banks of the
Hudson, where the
‘ Soil is rich with Fancy’s gold,
And stirring memories of old,”
and around which cluster historical sto
ries and romantic legends.
There seems to be ringing in our ears
the familiar strains of “Home, Sweet
Home; ” and we think of the author,
who never experienced the delights and
comforts of which he sings, he never
knew what it was to have a home. A
wanderer all his life,he died at last in a
foreign land; but we wish that all men
and women of genius, be their home in
povfertv or in wealth, may so live that it
could be said of them as of John How
ard Payne
“True, when thy gentle spirit fled %
To realms beyond the azure dome,
With arms outstretched, God’s anlgcl said
Welcome to Heaven’s ‘ Home,Sweet Home.’ ”
A young lady, was yesterday stand
ing on the wharf at the foot of Second
street, waving her handkerchief at a
schooner lying in the stream. “Know
anybody on board ?’* querried her
companion, as he came along. “No, I
don’t; but they are waving their hand
kerchiefs at me,” she replied. “ Hand
(ha!) ker (hoo!) chiefs!” he ex„
claimed, dropping his basket and lean
ing agaidst a woodpile; “why, them’s
the men’s shirts hung out to dry.” She
waved in to a warehouse.
Assorted Ice Cream.
He slipped into an ice cream saloon
very softly, and when the girl asked
him what he wanted, he replied :
“ Corn beef, fried potatoes, pickles,
and mince pie.”
“ This is not a restaurant; this is an
ice bream parlor,” she said.
“ Then why did you ask me what I
wanted for ? Why didn’t you bring on
your ice cream ?”
She went after it, and as she return
ed he continued :
“ You see, my dear girl, you must
iufer—you must reason. It isn’t likely
that I would come into an ice cream
parlor to buy a grindstone, is it ? You
didn’t think I came in here to ask if
you had any baled hay, did you?”
She looked at him in grert surprise,
and he went on :
“If I owned a hardware store and
you came for something in my line. I
wouldn’t step out and ask you if you
wanted to buy a mule, would I?”
She went away highly indignant.—
An old lady was devouring a dish of
cream at the next table, and the stran
ger, after watching her for a moment,
called out :
My dear woman, have you found
any hairs or buttons in your dish ?”
“ Mercy ! no !” she exclaimed, as she
wheeled around and dropped her spoon,
“ Well, I am glad of it,” he contin
ued. “If you find any, just let me
know.”
She looked at him for a half minute,
picked up the spoon, laid it down again,
and then rose up and left the room —-
She must have said something to the
proprietor, for he came running iri and
exclaimed :
“ Did you tell that woman that there
were hairs and buttons in my ice cream?”
“ No, sir.”
“ Y’ou didn’t?”
“No, sir, I did not; I merely re
quested her, in case she found any such
ingredients, to inform me !”
“ Well, sir, that was a mean trick.”
“My dear sir,” said the stranger,
smiling softly, “ Did you expect me to
ask the woman if she had found a crow
bar or sledge hammer in her cream ?
It is impossible, sir, for such articles to
be hidden away in such small dishes.”
The proprietor went away, growling,
and as the stranger supped away at his
cream, two young ladies came in, sat
down near him, and ordered cream and
cakes. He waited until they had eaten
a little, and then he remarked :
“ Beg pardon, ladies, but do you ob
serve anything peculiar in the taste of
this cream ?”
They tasted, smacked their lips, and
were not certian.
“Does is taste to you that a plug of
tobacco had fallen into the freezer ?” he
a3ked.
“Ah ! kah !” they exclaimed and
dropped their spoons and trying to spit
out what they had eaten. Both rushed
out, and it wasn’t long before the pro
prietor rushed in.
“See here, what in blazes are you
talking about?” he demanded. ‘-‘What
do you mean by plug tobacco iu the
freezer ?”
“My kind fiiend, I asked the ladies
if this cream tasted of plug tobacco.
I don’t taste any such taste, and I don’t
believe you used a bit of tobacco in
it !”
“Well, you don’t want to talk that
way around here !” continued the pro
prietor. “My ice cream is pure, and
the man who says it isn’t tells a bold
lie !”
He went away again, and a woman
with a long neck and a sad face sat
down and said that she would take u
small dish of lemon ice.
“It was brought, and she had taken
about two mouthfuls when the stranger
inquired ;
“ Excuse me, madam, but do you
know how this cream was made '( Have
you an idea that they grated turnip and
chalk with the cream F”
She didn’t reply. She slowly rose
up, wheeled around, and made for the
door. The stranger followed after, and
by great good luck his coat tails cleared
the door an instant too soon to be struck
by a five-pound box of figs, hurled with
great force by the proprietor, As he
reached the cuihstone he halted, look
ed*at the door of the parlor, and solil
oquized ;
“There arc times when people should
infer, and there are times when they
shouldn’t. I suppose if I had asked
that woman if she thought they had
hashed up a sawmill in the cream she’d
have felt a circular saw going down her
throat.” •
The Value of' Time.
When the Roman Emperor said, “ I
have lost a day,” he uttered a sadder
truth than if he had have exclaimed,
“ I have lost a kingdom.” Napoleon
said that the reason why he beat the
Austrians was, that they did not know
the value ot five minutes. At the eel<
ebrated battle of Rivoli, the conflict
seemed on the point of being decided
against him. lie saw the critical state
of affairs, and instantly took his resolu
tion. He dispatched a flag to the Aus
trian headquarters with proposals for
an armistice. The unwary Austrians
fell into a snare. For a few minutes
the thunders of battle were hushed.—
Napoleon seized the precious moment,
and while amusing the euemy with
u\ock negotiations, rearranged his line
of battle, changed his front, and in a
few minutes was ready to renounce the
force of discussion for the stern arbitra
tion of arms. The splendid victory of
Rivoli was the result. The great moral
victories and defeats of the world often
turn on five minutes. Crises come, the
not seizing of which is ruin. Men may
loiter, but time flies on wings of the
wind, and all the great interests of life
are speeding on, with the sure and si
lent tread of destiny.
A Squirrel That Squelched a
Rattle-Snake.
The recent ignomonious defeat of a
ferocious young lioness by an humble
and ugly donkey in our Zoological Gar
| den has a curious parallel in the result
[ of a deadly combat Wednesday evening
between a large diamond rattle-snake
and a little squirel, during the snake
exhibition over the Rhine, at 522 Vine
street. The snake was one of the lar
gest of its species, six and a half feet
in length, and having been without
food for months, was inclined to act on
the offensive; the squirrel was inexpe
rienced in serpent warfare, but wonder
fully plucky. On the whole, we are in
clined to consider the poor little squir
rel as having distinguished himself even
more than the brave donkey, whose
prowess has been ably memoralized in
marble by a Cincinnati sculptor. The
donkey barely saved his life by a des
perate struggle, without inflicting much
hurt upon his terrible antagonist.; the
squirrel was left alone to contend with
the most dreaded euemy of human or
animal life, and actually slew his antag
onist. He still lives, and, by careful
treatment, might recover. But his
hideous enemy is dead.
It was not known that the snake had
expired until a late hour last Wednes
day night. When the squirrel had
been placed in the cage the slimy, shi
ning monster immediately sprang his
rattle and coiled to strike ; while the
squirrel, having taken a good look all
around the cage, and found escape to
be impossible, prepared himself for the
worst, watching his glittering eyed ene
my with fierce resolution. The spec
tacle became highly interesting to the
spectators for the deadly ophidian was
contending with a far higher form of
life, a- finer organism, a more intelligent
being than the helpless creatures which
ordinarily supply him with food. Snake
and squirrel alike poised themselves for
the spring, the tail of the former vibra
ting so rapidly as to become almost in.,
visible, and emitting a sound like the
buzz of brazen clock work ; the tail of
the latter trembled slightly, very
slightly with the tension of the
squirel’s muscles. Suddenly a sickly
gleam of livid white shot across the
cage, and struck the squirrel below the
neck, once, twice, with the rapidity of
an electric flash The spectators ceas
ed to laugh and whisper ; the sight was
too horrible. But the brave little squir
rel did not shrink or drop. He sprang
forward to meet his terrible foe, and
caught the writhing tail between his
keen teeth. There, was a crackling
sound like the crushing of chicken
bones, a hideous shrill hiss, an agonized
wriggle through the long speckled body,
and the next instant the squirrel was
wrapped in the coils of the serpent,
while the fragments of the bony rattle
fell on the floor of the cage crushed into
tiny slivers. But the squirrel still
showed no fear, although the many col
ored folds tightened about him, and
the awful triangular head approached
wit \ wide open jaws and needle sharp
fangs and which tile iris circle seemed
transformed into flame. There was an
other sickly flash of white, as the livid
serpent’s belly turned upward with the
effort of the last venemous stroke. The
fangs never reached the squirrel. He
caught the speckled neck between Ins
keen teevh, an inch below the deadly
head with its horrible eyes, and the
horrible eyes started out under the pres
sure. There was another crackling
sound, another series of ghastly convul
sions, and the horrible fanged mouth
opened for the last time. The squir
rel shook the reptile between his strong
jaws until the clammy coils dropped
from around him, and then flung the
whole squirming mass from him. It
writhed once or twice, half coiled and
lay still. It was dead.,
'lhe squirrel immediately after be
came very sick, and dropped into a
state of apparent coma, thus giving
the appearance that it was dead. But
it revived a little yesterday, and may
possibly live. Certainly every careshould
be taken of it, for a braver fight has
nevei been made by so helpless an animal
against so deadly a foe.— Cincinnati
paper.
Tlie Secret ot* Eloquence.
All admirer of Mr. Bright writes to
a Manchester paper that he has discov
ered the secret of the power th : s great
speaker possesses of riveting the at
tention of his audience. This he be
lieves to He in the fact that he uses mon
osyllables very largely. The graud pas
sage in Mr. Bright’s speech on the Bu
rial bill describing a Quaker’s funeral
begins : “ I will take the case of my
own sect,” and on counting the words
of that remarkable oration it will be
found that out of ono hundred and
ninety words one hundred and forty
nine, more than seventy-five per cent,
were monosyllables. On this it is ur
ged that those in charge of youth
should teach them the use of monosylla
bles. An x\merican journal lately men
tioned a school where such pains has
been taken to instruct the boys in the
art of public speaking that if they bad
learned noibing else they had acquired
the greatest contempt for all the devices
of stump oratory. The course of study
prescribed left the imagination, but
doubtless includes the translation into
monosyllables of the ponderous verbi
age. which passes current in most polit
ical assemblages as genuine eloquence.
Many are obliged to speak who have
less to say than Mr. Blight, and to them
the sesquipedalia verba a’e indispensa
ble.—l\ill Mall Gazette.
“ I think I have seen you before,
sir. Are you not Owen Smith ?” “ Ob,
yes, I’m owin’ Smith, and owin’ Jones,
and owin’ Brown, and owin’ everybody.”
Thai Hired Girl.
When she came to work for the faoi
ily on Congress street the lady of the
house sat down and told her that agents,
peddlers, hat-rack men, picture sellers,
ash buyers, rag-men and ail that class
of men must be met at the front door
and coldly repulsed* and Sarah said she’d
repulse ’em if she : had to break every
broomstick in Detroit.
And she did. She threw the door
open wide, bluffed right up at ’em, and
when she had got through talking the
cheekiest agent was only too glad to
leave. It got so after a while that ped
dlers marked that house, and the door
bell never rang again expeept for com
pany.
The other day, as the lady of the
house was enjoying a nap and Sarah
rns wiping off the spoons, the bell
rang. She hastened to the door expecting
to see a lady, but her eye encountered
a slim man, dressed in black and wear
ing a white necktie. He was the new
minister, and he was going around to
get acquainted with hjs. little flock, but.
Sarah wasn’t expected to know this.
“ Ah—um—is Mrs.—ali 1”
“Git!” exclaimed Sarah, pointing to
the gate.
“ Beg pardon, but I’d like to see—
see i” i
“ Meander !” she shouted, looking
around for a weapon, “ we don’t want
any flour sifters here !”
“You are mistaken,” he replied, smil
ing blandly, “I called to ”
“ Don’t want anything to keep moths
away—fly I” she exclaimod, getting red
iu the face.
“Is the lady in ?” he inquired try
ing to look over : Sarah’s head.
“ Yes, the lady’s in, and I’m in, and
you are out!” she snapped, “ aud now
I don’t want to stand here talking to a
flytrap agent any longer ! Come lift
your boots !”
“ I am not an agent,” he said, try
ing to smile, “I am the new ”
“Yes, I know you —you are tho new
man with a patent flat-iron, but we
don’t want any, and you had better go
before I call the dog !”
ill you give the lady my card and
say that I called ?”
“No I won’t. We're bored to death
with cards and handbills and circulars.
Come I can’t stand here ali day.”
Didn’t you know that I was. a minis
ter V he asked as he backed off.
“ No, nor I don’t know it now ; you
look like the man who sold the
woman next door a dollar chromo for
eighteen shillings 1”
“But here is my card.”
“ I don’t care for oards, I tell you :
If you loavethat gato open I’ll heave
a flower-pot at you 1”
“ I will cal) again,” he said as he
went through the gate.
“ H won’t do you any good !” she
shouted after him ; “we don’t want to
prepare food for infants—no piano mu
sic—no stuffed birds ! I know the po
liceman ou this beat, and if ym come
around here again bo’ll soon find out
whether you are a confidence man or a
vagrant!”
And she took unusual care to lock
the door.— Detroit, Free Free l -;.
A Bed Sermon.
A New York secular paper gives the
following incident, which we reproduce
as a warning to the multitudes of poor
rich men whom we meet continually :
“A gentleman died last week at his
residence in one of our uptown fashion
able streets, leaving $11,000,000. He
was a member of the Presbyterian
church in excellent standing, a good
husband and father, and a thriving cit
izen. On his death bed, lingering long,
he suffered with great agony of mind,
and gave continual expression to his
remorse at what his conscience told
him had been an ill spent life. ‘Oh !if
1 could only live my years again. Oh !
if I could only be spared for a few years,
I would give all the wealth I have
amassed together in a life time. It is
a life devoted to money getting that I
regret. It is this which weighs me
down and makes me despair of the life
hereafter.’ Ilia clergyman endeavor
ed to Soothe him, but he turned his
face to the vail. ‘You have never re
proved my avaricious spirit/ he said to
the minister. ‘You have called it a
wise economy and forethought, but my
riches have only been a snare for my
soul! I would give all I possess to have
hope for my soul !’ In this state of
mind, refusing to be condoled, this poor
rich mau bewailed a life devoted to the
mere acquisition of riches. And many
came away from the bed side impress
ed with the uselessness of such exist
ence as the wealthy man had spent,add
ing house to house and dollar to dol
lar, until be became a millionaire. All
knew him to be a professing Christian
and a good man, as the world goes, but
the terror and remorse of his death bed
administered a lesson not to be lightly
dismissed from memory. lie would
have given al l his wealth for a single
hope of heaven.”
An honest footman, anxious to ex
plore the wonders of a traveieng caravan
museum, obtained a special holiday a
short time since. Accordingly, taking
a couple of lady friends, he presented
himself at the door for admission. “No
admittance to day, sir,” said the keeper.
“No admittance^to'day ! But I must
come in ; I have got a holiday on pur
pose.” “No matter; this is a close day,
and. the museum is shut,” “What!”
said John, “ain’t this a public exhibi
tion ?” “Certainly it is.” “Well, then,
I will go iu.” The keeper, guessing
Ris customers’calibre, said, politely, “I
am very sorry, hut there is a funeral to
day. One of the mummies is dead.”
“Ob, ah ; very well; in that case we
certainly won t intude,” said John re
tiring,
YOL. VI. —NO. 21
An Ancient Literature.
bor twenty.five years students of
me Assyrian and Babylonian remains
have been working hardest to develop
! 10 of those empires. They
I hav . e bce ? spurred on to their work; by
! their brilliant success in discovering
I long and full reccordp of various mon
archs mentioned in the. Scriptures, and
by the invaders’ accounts of the victo
ries recorded in the Old Testament over
Jhe various kings of Judah and lareal.
Those wonderful conformations of the
sacred history have been carefully de
veloped and anew and very important
chapter of tlie world’s history has been
recovered, including tolerably complete
annals of successive kings, beginning
nearly 2,000 years before tfie i ,coftqm.\ , *,t
of Babylon by Cyrus. j\:t h i\pn]-r
within a very few years that we have
begun to learn what was the real litera
ture ot these people, what their
books, what their inner life and feelings,
what omens and exorcisms nndl
the star - gazers prodigies. To
these subjects the labor of Assyri
an students are now directed, and
all cady a rich store of information lias
been sec.ured, as important as it is curi
ous. The public attention directed to
this subject through .th,e, discovery of
Mr. George Smith, of the Babylonian
story of the Flood, resulted ip the com
mission given to Mr. Smrh, first by the
publishers of the London Telegraph,
and afterward by the British Museum’
to carry on further explorations of Nin
e\th, vyith the object of completing
the story of the Flood,and of securing
other records. He was successful in
discovering the only missing fragments
of that story, and in adding other my
thological and historical tablets of great
yaluq, translatings of which, as of in
scriptions previouly in the British Mu
seum, he has given ic his important
work just published, entitled “Assyrian
discoveries.— Dr. )V. II Ward , i>i
Scribner for May.
A Danlnirv Occupation.
Danbury Lews, of. course : knocking
worm nests from apple trees is a com
mon occupation at present. In impet
uously removing a nest from a tree on
Spring street, yesterday, two of the
norms fell outside the nest and went
down the neck ot a woman who was
watching the operation. She emitted
a piercing scream and went plugging
under the trees uttering shriek after
shriek. The husband knowing nothing
oi the cause of the outbreak, very dis—
ciectly took to the cellar and crawled be
hind a cnLr-vinegar barrel to wait for the
dssappeai ance ot what lie firmly believed
to be a serious attack of insanity. The
unfoitunate woman pranced and soream-i
ed until she brought together softie
sixty, five neighbors of her own sex,who
were determined to afford her immedi
ate relief until they learned what was
the matter, when they precipitately re
tired outside the fence, but showed that
there was no abatement of their sympa
thy by asking her, individually and
unitedly, why shedid’nt take the dread
ful thing out. At this juncture Mr.
Louse, the baker, drove by, and he soon
restored peace with the aid two of the
aid of two of the more courageous neigh
bors. I,he husband now unexpectedly
appeared from the cellar, and explained
his cause by saying he had on his best
coat and was afraid she would Lear it in
her frenzy.
Idleness. Many young people
think that an idle life must be a pleasant
one ; but there are some who enjoy so lit
tle,and are such burdens to themselves as
those who have nothing to do. Those
who arc obliged to work hard all day
enjoy their short periods of rest and re
creation so much that they are apt to
think if their whole lives were spent in
rest and recreation, it would be the most
pleasant of all. But this is a sad mis
take, as they would soon find out if
they made a trial of the life
think so ; rgreeabfe. One who
is never busy can never enjoy rest:
for rest implies a relief from pre-,
vious labor : and if our w' ole time were
spent in amusing ourselves we should
ifnd it more wearisome than the hardest
lay s work. Many people leave off bus
iness and settle down to a life enjoy
ment, but they generally find that they
are not near so happy as they were
before, and are often glad to return te
their old occupations to escape the mis
series of indolence.
Bite of tiih Rattlesnake.— A,
post office agent traveling in Texas tells
of the successful use of gall of a rattle
snake as an antidote for the bite of that
reptile. In the case spoken off relief
almost instantaneous to the patient, who
was writhing in paroxysms ofgreat pain,
rapidly swelling a'ncT becoming purple.
V friend of the writer, who spent sever
al years in California and New Mexico,
saw the same remedy successfully used
among the Indians in the latter country.
In one instance.an Indian’s dog near the
camp wa3 bitten in the nose by a large
rattlesnake. The Indians immediately
opened the reptile and administered the
gull. The cure was rapid and effectual.
Only female spiders spin webs. They
own all the real estate, and the malts
h.ue to live a vagabond life,under stones
and other obscure places,and if tney are
troublesome about the house, they ane
mercilessly killed and eaten. The skin
of the spider,is tough and unyielding,
and is shed like the shells of lobsteis
and crabs, to accommodate the animal’s
growth. It you poke tho rubbish over
in a female spider’s back yard, among
her castoff corsets you will find the jack
ets of males who have paid for their so*
ciality with their lives—trophies of her
barbarism, as truly scalps show the
savage nature of the red men.