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D. S.. DENTIST. Office over Geo. W. Wells & Co.’s Agricul tural Warehouse. C. A. HUbdINS, Milliner & Mantua-Maker, Court House St., Calhoun*Oa. Patterns of the latest styles and fashion for ladies just received. Gutting and making done to order. j H. ARTHUR DEALER IN GENERAL MERCHANDISE, RAILROAD STREET, Calhoun , Ga. / TANARUS, OKAY, CALHOUN, GA. Is prepared to furnish the public with Buggies and Wagons, bran new and warrant ed. Repairing of all kinds done at short notice. Call and examine before buying elsewhere. ~Tr. h. k. MAIN, M. Dm PRACTICING PHYSICIAN, Having permanently located in Calhoun, offers his professional services to the pub lic. Will attend all calls when not profes sionally engaged. Office at the Calhoun Hotel. Nooks, Stationery and Jewelry. /■llf IRWIN & co wjLtilL&Jr (Sign of the Big Book & Watch.) 117 E sup ly Blank Books, School Books M and bDoks of all kinds; also, pens, inks, paper , and everything in in the lino of Stationery, at Atlanta Prices. A good lot of JEWELRY always on hand. Watch, Clock and Gun repairing done cheaply and warranted. Country produce taken in exchange or goods. IRWIN & CO. J. W. MARSHALL, RAILROAD ST.. OLD STAND OF A. W BALLEW. eeps constantly on hand a superior stock of family & Fancy Groceries, ilso a fine assortment of Saddles, Bridles, jtaple Hardware, &c, to which especial at tention is called. Everything in my line ’old at prices that absolutely defy competi tion. T. M. ALLIS’ LIVERY & SALE STABLE. Oood Saddle and Buggy Horses and New Vehicles. Hofses and mules for sale. Stock fed and cared for. Charges will be reasonable. , pay the cash for corn in the ear and in the bundle. ft#3-tf. 'iiilre Wadley I Petition tor divorce in vs. V Gordon Superior Court, • >anda Wadley. j September term, 1875. *he defendant is hereby notified that the ■ l ' ’e stated case will be tried at the Sep -0 f -er term, 1875, of Cordon Superior oun - HANKS & BIVINGS, jun'j-GOd. riaintitf’s Attorneys. 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.