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KNOXVILLE, GEORGIA.
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A Bishop has been found who defend*
boxing. The Bishop of Bedford, Eng¬
land, has,just said: “I can see no possi¬
ble harm in boxing. It is a capital ex¬
ercise, and calculated to promote good
temper and self control. I do not know
why every man should not know how to
defend himself.”
Onc of the peculiarities of the United
States which forcibly impresses foreign¬
ers, states the San Francisco Chronicle, is
the bad condition of the country roads.
While the facilities for moving goods
from one remote point to another have
Increased at a prodigious rate in America,
rery little has been to improve the road¬
ways traversed by wagons.
A French missionary gives a serious ac
tount of the state of slavery in Ecuador.
Though it is not a legal institution, yet
the law permits the Indian to sell himself
is a slave when he is unable to pay his
debts, and once a slave he is rarely able to
free himself. He may be bequeathed by
will. The majority of the interior In¬
dians have been reduced to this condition.
The custom of the Digger Indians iu
California has always been to cremate their
dead. The first funeral of an Indian by
burial from the neighborhood of Smarts
rille took place a day or two since. The
remains were interred in Nevada County.
They were of a girl who was one of the
fifth of six generations in which they were
living specimens up to two years ago.
The little country of Holland has fallen
10 far from the proud position it once
held among the nations of the earth, that
we are accustomed to think of the sturdy
Dutch nation as a people of little eonse
quence. Yet, notwithstanding the de
*'"*-*'* “ Hol, “ a
is still one of the great colonial powers of
the world, ranking, it is said, only next
to Great Britain in that respect. • Her
colonial possessions comprise some eight
hundred thousand square miles of „ fins „
•
Observes the New York Telegram:
“By the by, there’s something ° very droll
ibout , . Gould n making ,, his private . physician , .
—one Munn, or Bunn or something of
that sort—a director in Union Pacific
The medical gentleman receives a salary
- **>*» • j” '-»»
„ourse the better part q£ this will go into
Investments in the stock of which he is a
lirector, and equally, of course, the bet*
ter of that $20,000 will eventually ‘ b get
, back , into • / Gornd /, poexet. That
s s why
(he whole thing strikes me as droll.”
Says the New York Graphic: “J. L.
Bell, the new Superintendent of the Rail
way Mail ~ Service, . . has not . gone into . , the
tervice of the Government to make money,
He was earning as a railway expert about
$20,000 a year, and received $5000 as a
e,e,„, 1 »,a™ om a»o„ ; .m
way case just before he was asked to take
the present office. His salary as Superin
tendent of the Mail Service is §4000 a
year. He is a personal friend of Post¬
master-General Wanamaker, and has
sacrificed his financial interests to do the
Philadelphia statesman a favor.”
Governor Porter, the new Minister to
Italy, is said by the Alta Californian to
have the same disease in his foot that once
troubled the late Vice-President Hen¬
dricks. All the city physicians gave
Hendricks up, when an old country doc
for called to see and was shown the sore
toe. The old man looked at it through:
his specs, took out his jack-knife and
lanced it, and then tied it-up in a chew of
tobacco. When asked what ailed Hen
dricks he replied: “A bite on his big
toe.” The toe got well. The California
editor advises Goreroor Porte, ...d
for that old fellow at once.
A Cashier and His “Amie.”
,
A Paris dispatch to the London Daily
Telegraph says; A young man employed
as cashier in a Paris bank has just bolt
ed with £14,000, purloined from his
house of business, and with the wife of
his most intimate friend into tho bar
gam. The lady who is of most remark
h heen lns ame for some
ntotures lead of thJ'Hfe wtnTrt.el ^n
if only elope^with they were free that she con
sented to cool’ him. The project J
was carried out with audacity. In
the morning he appropriated the money
then at the luncheon hour he left the
bank, and driving to his friend’s abode,
he found the couple just cpncluding
their meal. While keeping the husband
engaged in conversation he contrived to
let the Tjif© know that a cab was waiting
roun le corner to bear them to the
' at f* t hey
™
tion for some hours, and when the police
were started on the hunt it was too late
The cashier and his mistress had al
ready them p’aood many leagues between
and the m-tropolis. It h&s been
stated that the missing pair have been
arrested at. Folkestone, and will soon
start on their return journey to Paris
m J e £ y dlfft,1 ' ent 8r,iritB fron * those with
which ,i they set out «i
THE DANDELIONS.
Oh! there’s something so ecstatic
In the springtime of the year,
When the sunbeams aad (he showers
Make the dead leaves disappear;
When the bluebird and the robin
And the saucy little wren
Tell us with their chirp and chatter 1
That the world’s awake again—
But there’s something more inspiring
Than an instrumental tune,
Brighter than the crimson roses
In the lovely month of June.
You may differ, but I tell you
That it makes my old heart whirl
Worse’n any sidelong glances
From the blue eyes of a girl;
And it makes me feel like yellin’
Same as when I flew my kite,
Pullin' on the string and yankin’
Till it traveled out of sight.
So it makes no bit of difFrenee
What is in my heart, there’s room
For to love the dandelions
When they just begin to bloom.
Oh ’ you needn't turn your nose up
(Passing proud and scornful by)
At this little star of yellow
Gleaming in an emerald sky;
He’s an angel of the grasses.
With about a million wings,
And I guess he’s necessary
To complete our happy springs.
Then we know that nature’s rising
From a cold and cheerless tomb,
And we always feel some better
When the dandelions bloom.
Don’t we know the good Lord loves us
When He trims our path like this?
Don’t we know these flower prophets
Tell us of a brighter bliss?
Thinking so, our tears and mourning
Turn to dew and melody,
And we tune each voice for singing
To the heavenly harmony.
Glorious God! we'll meet and praise
In the land without a tomb,
And we’ll wander by the river
Where the dandelions bloom.
—Chicago News.
MY MISADVENTURE.
BY ALICE L. CLARK.
On the shrine of a bad cold, I,
du Corduroy, had offered up quinine,
l emoa juice, aconite, iron, onions,
v '! a * ;er ’ < r cdd '"nter, camphor,
a cure. Evidently I should have to write
and tell Rosalie Redfern that I found my
se ^ t°° hi to go to the theatre with her on
Friday would evening. Would she care
she compare me disparagingly
with Biceps, of the Athletic Club, who
never took cold? Very likely she would
send Biceps word that he might call. I
on e fresh mustard plaster, swallowed
I?,, phi- 3 Then, °l I said ir °“ " to ar = myself, le aad “Du a 1 uinine Cor
duroy, what a lack of mental calibre is
this! To curse fate because you cannot
meet an engagement with an eighteen
y ear '°W girl vhom you have known for
eral, to be intent Upon such petty ramifi
cations l of the subject as your own per
sona rheumatism and toothache!”
suited, .reflections, which valuable might have re
in a mina-eure or ethical
conclusions, were interrupted by a voice
in the hall, which annonneed “A note for
Number 17.” Ha! “Number 17” was
m boardla ^ sel f g-b<> A y ear £ad of camping out in a
a se accustomed me to
near myself mentioned as “the-third floor
front,” or “No. 17,” or “the single young
man with the eye-glasses and the striped
pants. ’ A first I objected
to
“P ants ''’ a ut I learned to
cabulary 'tLl’llT" vo
of the denizens of a boardino
house. Possibly this was a note from
G° sa b e i and I smiled and felt for a dime
as the messenger handed it to 1 me. “Mr.
. _
hour mid affiilf," 'h^remarM^Ld‘i^
mediately disappeared, having probably
learned from experience that his Corn
niunications were not productive of
dimes. Mr. Bleu Plume Trencher
the editor of the Weekly Philistine. His
note read:
'Mr. R. Du Corduroy:
“Dear Sir.—Y our copy was expected this
”“ Pleas * sendassoop:and
0
I sat down at my desk. Reader, I
must he frank with you, and if in conse
“l 1101106 you omit the rest of this tale, I
hdp *•', 1 coafess that 1 Was
PhiltL^LTlhlZ rejoicTdln
supernatural wood-cuts and sensational
novelettes. 1 had conducted a happy
fsm % of a detective in citizen’s dress,
“ e"T»g£
ters, a rich old bachelor, his house¬
keeper, his dissipated nephew, his false
friend, a poor but beautiful orphan girl,
and, as a theatre programme might add,
^^.servants.bandits ”“ rau g“ eighteen chapters. and the Having populace, in
“ uce d suc ' a incidents as the maniac’s
, de the
BU ’ c ’ ’ apparent abduction of one
°f the daughters, the clandestine marriage
of another daughter with the disguised
ncoleman and a mysterious robbery, I
had the story well in hand-also the cash
*° r the Drawing oc
P a “° nal “sp^ation from my carbolic acid
} nhaler ’ 1 hastened my characters through
unusua y troubIous chapters before
t l00ke<i ^ *? es ln .? en £[ er mirror called and again. Then that I
saw my
?°f5 was re< ^ an< * sw °Hcn, my eyes were
??. closed and my throqjt had been
blistered by a hot-water bandage. I
tried to smile tenderly, and the glass re
fleeted an imbecile squint. I attempted
murmur gracefully: “Good-evfening
K ° sa,ie ’” and the onl y audible re
fa? 8 I h er ^ *£ at fr 1 ,^ as * 00 ®
to 10 cau on * "day. T I delivered it with
“ aauscn . t to tb
, P « messenger, turned
; e 8 as aad S r oped my way to bed.
Before I go on with the narrative of the
of that evening’s work, let
describe an incident which was after
ard told me in explanation of the sud
advent , of one of my visitors on the
following Saturday evening, of which in¬
formal reception more anon. The 6:15
Saturday evening train for Sparta polled
out of the city filled with the usual mis¬
cellaneous throng of suburban residents,
laden with the Sunday dinner, the Satur¬
day papers, laundry packages, the silver
trimmed alligator-skin hand-bag, and the
honest market-basket uncompromisingly
filled with cabbage and corn-beef.
Among the passengers were two rough¬
looking men, who took their seats in front
of a pretty girl, whose green tailor-made
gown, tortoise-shell lorgnette and pensive
air were receiving careful attention from
the stout matron who shared her seat.
After reading the Weekly Philistine ,
they whispered together for a moment,
and then, growing excited, the following
fragments of their conversation might
have been overheard: “It is a mighty
queer story. It looks like the young feller
had eloped with the girl. His disappear¬
ing so, all of a sudden, is most likely be¬
cause that disguised Pinkerton feller is
onto him. I don’t see how that crazy one’s
killing himself and then turning up as
chipper as ever is going to be explained.”
To which the other replied: “Explained,
man! it can’t be explained. There
was a long account of that lunatic’s
funeral. something That Rudolph du Corduroy able has
done which he won’t be
to acccount for. Now I say—” What
he said was heard only by his companion,
as they gathered up their papers and got
out at Briggsville. A pretty shop-girl
and a flashily dressed woman of about
thirty took their, places. They also had
been reading the Weekly Philistine, and
the elder remarked, as she folded the paper:
‘ ‘I’ve no doubt he is a swell in disguise.
He has married her, I suppose. It has
all been very interesting so far, but I do
not like the latest developments. How is
Du Corduroy going to get out of it, killing
that poor fool, and then pretending so
calmly not to have done it at all?” “Well,”
returned her companion, enthusiastically,
‘ ‘I have liked him all along; I think it is
lovely. He will make it all right. It is
all the more interesting for being kind of
mixed up and queer now.” Only oc¬
casional phrases of their conversation were
audible after that, and at Chestnut Park
a policeman and a fast-looking young man
in a suit of ready-made clothes took
their seats as they left, ‘You see,”
said the young man, absently
scanning the Weekly Philistine, “I sel¬
dom notice that sort of thing, but I
happened to keep track of this, and it.
strikes me as an impossible piece of busi¬
ness. Why, I could figure out something
better than that myself.” “He’ll have to
explain,” said the policeman. “I have to
stop an hour in Sparta, and when I go
and back ask to the city I shall go and see him
him what it means. I can get his
address from the Weekly Philistine." “Oh,
what’s the use?” said the other, con¬
temptuously; “that De Colisseum, or De
Colorado, or whatever his name is, has
made a mistake. He can’t explain. He
was crazy and committed suicide.” And
they went into the smoking car. An
aristocratic young woman in a green
tailor made gown staggered off the train
at Sparta, declined the smelling salts sfA
fered by an Observant feiidw traveler;
and took the train, which happened to W
waiting, back to the city.
To return to my own fortunes. On
Friday I narrowly escaped brain hinted .fever,
and the doctor, my friend Brown,
that the diet of potash, carbolic acid
vapor, quinine, and the literary effort to
ivhich I subjected myself on Thursday,
might have killed me but for the cod
liver oil. On Saturday I grew well fast;
life seemed worth living; I even felt
friendly toward Biceps; and as I heard
the newsboys calling the Weekly Philistine
beneath my window, I planned out my
next serial story, and even had misty
ideas of a novel of which Rosalie should
be the heioine, I would call On Rosalie
tO-morrow. Had she missed me? Per
haps she would not show it if she had. I
thought of her frequently throughout the
day, and even hoped for a note from her.
My afternoon mail was unusually large—
a bill or two, a letter from my brother in
the West, and the rest in unfamiliar
handwriting, forwarded, as I noticed,
from the Weekly Philistine office, I copy
here a few samples of these surprising
communications:
“Mr. Du Corduroy:
“Sir— What do you mean by a killing of
him, and Do then passing him off again as a live
man? you take the reading public for
fools? things Maybe mixed; you was drunk when you got
so but you had better stop that
sort of nonsense and explain, if you do not
want to be boycotted. Yours, etc.,
“Hiram Stone.”
“My dear Mr. Du Corduroy— What
does it mean? I was so relieved when that un¬
fortunate insane individual killed himself!
Was it not an actual suicide? Pray do not
have him come to life again. He was so
weird! lean hardly wait for the next num¬
will ber, let and enclose know a the stamp, meaning hoping of that you last
me will your
four chapters. Hoping that you not con¬
sider my note an intrusion, for I am aware
that literary men have lots on their minds, 1
remain, your “Miriam constant Estelle reader, Spriggins."
“Mr. R. Du Corduroy:
“Dear Mr.—I sells the Weekly Phil., and
my customers is making inquiries, and I
think I could write a better story myself, and
if there is any sense in the last edition of that
of yours we fail to see if, and will feel obliged
if you will point it out. Yours as a friend,
“Bill Timmins.”
There were others, sieved and un
signed, coherent and otherwise, written
in evident good faith, and written in a
satirical vein. Gradually the truth forced
itseli upon me. I consulted the back
numbers of the Philistine, and discovered
that after having my maniac kill himself
in the most horrible and detailed manner
in chapter 13,1 had introduced him again
in the last paper, in chapter 19, in a
particularly vigorous condition, without a
word of explantion. I collapsed on the
bed, but aroused myself sufficiently to
direct the hall boy to admit no callers for
me. After an hour or more the boy an
nonneed: “There’s been several fellows
y U ° P’ U and W< ? sa y s ^ ^ °” C ° mmg
—
The poor boy never got .any further in
that remark. An unseen force sent him
half-way down the hall, and Mr. B. P.
Trencher entered. The revised and ex
purgated version of his rerfiarks which I
feel constained to give is comparatively
inadequate and lacking Sad in point
“I Mould npt hare happen
a thousand dollars. We are the laugh¬
ing-stock of the town, Du Corduroy.
Are you in the habit of getting drunk, ot
are you subject to fits of mental aberra¬
tion?”
“Mr. Trencher,” I replied, “I had forgot— killed
I entirely forgot the fact that I
that man in a preceding ill. chapter. I I was
ill. I was seriously It was a most
unfortunate result of a state of mind due
to physical indisposition.”
“Well, sir, will you make up what you
are. pleased to call your mind as to what
is to be done about this matter? Why, I
have edited this paper twenty years, and
I never had such a thing happen before.
You say I ought to liavp read over your
copy. I took it for granted that you
were a man of sense, that you were to be
relied upon. Your copy came late,and I
made the greatest mistake of my life in
supposing that you were capable of re¬
membering from one week to the next,
sir, what you had written. I’ll never
publish another line you write, Now
what do you propose to say in the next
paper to explain this mess?”
Above this verbal cyclone I heard a
light tap, rushed and managed to gasp, “Come
in.” In an agitated little figure
in a green tailor-made gown, who threw
herself into my arms and exclaimed,
cide “Oh, Rudolph! have you committed sui¬
or gone crazy, or—or—married any
one? What have you done? Two hor¬
rid-looking men on the cars said that
you had eloped, and had gone crazy, and
that a detective had discovered you. And
two women, very odd-looking women,
seemed to know you, and to—to like you
very' much; and a policeman and another
man thought that you could not explain
yourself. Every one is talking about you.
What is the Weekly Philistinef Is it an
anarchist club or something? Oh dear!”
It was Rosalie. She was weeping on my
shoulder: She let me kiss her and tell
her again and again that I loved her too
much to do any of those things. And
at last she looked up for a minute I
ceased to fear the rivalry of Biceps or
any one else. A little later Mr. Trencher
finished his observation of the scenery
from the window, Rosalie seated herself
primly on the edge of a chair, and we
discussed the matter of the story.
“Now,” said Rosalie, Mr. Trencher
having been introduced of to her, and my
mishap and the nature the Weekly Phil¬
istine having been explained to her, “you
will insert in the next paper a notice,
signed by you, Mr. Trencher, saying that
if the public—”
“The discriminating public,” I sug¬
gested.
“Yes, if the discriminating public will
restrain its impatience—”
“Natural impatience,” I suggested
again. will
“Natural impatience, it soon
understand—”
“The recent startling developments in
Du Corduroy’s tale,” sadly from
“Which more than usually illustrates
peculiarly attractive style,” from
“And original conceptions of plot and
triumphantly, said from Rosalie.
*‘Very good,” Trencher. On
whole, it will be a fine advertisement.
how will you explain it?” he asked
but he looked at Rosalie.
“Oh, he can do it,” she replied. “I
help him,”
Between us we managed to concoct an
explanation of the resuscitation of my
It spoiled the story from an ar¬
point of view, but Trencher says that
never published a more popular serial.
Now I am a member of the firm of Red
& Du Corduroy, bankers, and the
stories I compose are for a listener
is not ovcr-critical if I confess the
little daughter Rosalie.— Har¬
Weekly ,
The First American Postmistress.
The first American postmistress was the
of Colonel Andrew Balfour, of
revolutionary times in the days of
good and great President, Washington.
was a Miss Elizabeth Dayton, of New¬
R. I. Balfour came to America from
Scotland, in 1772, landing at
He was a few years in the North
Miss Dayton in New York city.
brother had preceded him to Charles¬
S. C. In 1777 he sailed for Charles¬
but the distracted state of the country
him to leave his wife and her
with relations in New England
he could prepare a Southern home
them, but soon after this the tide of
turned South and rolled its wave over
Carolinas, and her husband cast in his
lot with the defenders of the home of his
adoption (North Carolina); but he soon
fell a victim to the barbarity of a party of
led by Colonel Fannin, a British
officer, who murdered Balfour in his
in the presence of a sister and his
child, recently come from Edin¬
They were with him to nurse and
him in his illness, caused by ex¬
and fatigue in military service.
as Mrs. Balfour heard of her hus¬
tragic death, she hastened South,
coming in care of General Greene, who
landed at Washington; from thence it was
a tedious trip through the country to the
in Randolph County where hqr noble
husband was murdered on the holy Sab¬
10th of March, 1782. She visited
spot where he was so hastily interred,
for it was unsafe for his sister and child to
remain long there, as Fannin threaented
to return and bum the dwelling and take
away the negroes. As the country was
still unsafe, Mrs. Balfour deemed it im¬
proper to live upon the plantation. With
sorrow she turned away from his lonely
resting-place, and went to Salisbury until
she could return to the spot so dear to
her.
While residing in Salisbury President
Washington appointed her postmistress,
which position was filled with entire satis¬
faction, and when she gave up office there
was only one-half a cent behind fn ac¬
counts. When the country was peaceful
returned to the home husband. provided for her
by her noble but lost She lived
under the protecting love of her only son.
After a long life of good deeds, she
rests beside him who was murdered be
cause of his devotion to Carolina’s free
dom, and to the American cause m the
day 8 that “ tried men ’ g 60U1 * andpnma,
too.-Sunny South.
CUBIOCS FACTS.
Glas* furniture is now manufactured.
Morphinomanic In is becoming an epi¬
demic Paris.
Live cats are in lively demand in
Dakota at $3 apiece.
They have found the grave of Miles
Standish, the Pilgrim warrior, near Bos¬
ton.
A Philadelphia connoisseur in eating
say* that muskrat meat tastes better than
any sirloin.
half In a large portion of Europe, from one
to two-thirds of the population is
crowded into cities.
The common house fly was unknown in
the Pacific islands until Europeans car
ried it to them in ships.
A South American has invented a sky¬
rocket, with parachute attachment, with
which he shoots himself into the clouds.
The toads found imbedded in coal at
Thomas C. Henn’s premises, in Tioga
County, Penn., a few days since, were
alive, but stone blind.
Lake Worth, Fla., is said to be so full
of fish that it is nearly impossible to move
a boat through them, and they are taken
so easily that there is no fun in it.
John Airhart, of Phcenixville, Penn.,
has a rooster that he claims can eat com
off a table three feet high. He weighs
fifteen pounds and his crow is proportion¬
ate,
L. M. McCartney, of Eliensburg, Wash¬
ington catches Territory, has a tom cat that
ducks. He hides in the brake by
the creek and pounces upon his prey as it
swims past.
A York (England) lady bit into an
apple and found wrapped around the core
a piece of coarse thread twenty-four inches
long. It is thought to have been dropped
by a bird when the apple was in full
blossom,
A plague of foxes has overrun the vil¬
lage of La Rochette, not far from Digne,
in Southern France. Foxes coolly trot
about the streets in daylight, and one'
vixen is- even bringing up a litter in a
stable manger.
One of the objects of interest sold at
the auction of the furniture of Barnum’s
Hotel, in Baltimore, a few days ago, was
a card table on which Henry Clay lost
$1500 at poker to George Ackmun, of
Massachusetts.
Planked shad was considered by Daniel
Webster the best dish he could set before
a friend, and the great statesman was
prouder of his ability to cook shad in this
way than of his power of carrying the
Senate with him.
The iron grasshopper which for 147
years has marked the vacillations of the
wind from his perch on the tower of
Faneuil Hall, in Boston, and one day last
month restored toppled down into of the his street^ was
to the . scene glory with
touching eeremonies.
There has been a great increase in the
demand for candy in England, owing to
American importations. Caramels and
two hundred other kinds, of American
candies are in growing demand. Scot¬
land is a very Jarge consumer of one par¬
ticular candy, "called “Slim Jim.”
The Jacksonville (Fla,) Times says per¬
haps the tallest cabbage stalk ever grown
in the United States was on exhibition in
the Colored people’s department of the
Sub-Tropical Palatka, exhibition, grown by a col¬
ored man of It measures twenty
feet in height, with a flowering head,
looking like an old-time Seminole chief
wearing his tufted plumes.
The victims of the epidemic last fall in
Presque Isle ‘County, Mich., are said to
have lost complete control of their legs
and the lower portion of their bodies. In
some cases one leg is shorter than the
Other, life. and they are marked in other ways
for The cause of the epidemic was
poison from decaying fish offal near Ham¬
monds Bay, deposited by fishermen.
il nssian Gallants,
As humanity does not live by brains
alone, the young officers of the Guards
play the most prominent role in the
salons, and if they do not shine by their
refined culture, they take their revenge
by their gallantry. In this social func¬
tion they give • proof of that passionate
folly and princely prodigality which
Madame de Stael immortalized by saying:
“The desire of the Slav would set a town
on fire.” You may still see grand sei¬
gneurs, true sons of Potemkin, playing
with the impossible in order t£. satisfy
the caprices of the lady of their heart.
One will by telegraph send for a cart¬
load of roses from Nice, another for a
celebrated orchestra from Warsaw. The
following story is told of a gentleman
poet who died a few years ago. He was
Kirgheez talking in the presence of a lady of a
musician whom he had met
during a journey beyond the Ural, in the
steppe of Orenburg—one of those camel
drivers who play their antique Asian mel¬
odies on long reed pipes. ■ The lady ex¬
pressed narmonies regret of the at never desert. having The heard these im¬
poet
mediately wrote for this Kirgheez to be
sent from the other end of Russia, and
then despatched him to play before the
lady.— Harper's Magazine.
Cold Baths Cnre Typhoid Fever.
Dr. Simon Branch, attending physician
to. the Manhattan General Hospital, pub¬
lished a paper in the Medical Record on
the treatment of typhoid fever which ad¬
vocates the abandonment of the present
method of treatment, and the substitu¬
tion of the cold bath treatment as suc¬
cessfully practiced in the German mili¬
tary hospitals. Without burdening the
reader with the methods of the cold water
system, which are the province of the
physician, it is worth while to note the
valuable results attained. Out of 19,017 ■
cases treated with “all kinds of cold
baths,” there was a mortality of 7.9 per .
cent. Out of 2841 cases in which, the
treatment was “intermediate with water,”
the mortality was 12.2 per cent. Out of
2198 cases treated with “strict "cold
baths,” the mortality was 1.7 per cent.,
and in the same cases 2150 patients who
were treated before the disease had pro
irrestod five days all recovered.
WEAR YIN’ FOR YOU,
Jest a-wearyin’ for you,
All the time a-feelin’ blue;
Wishin’ for you, wonderin’ when
You’ll be co rnin ’ home agen;
Restless—don’t know what to do,
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Keep a-mopin’ day by day; j
Dull—in everybody’s way.
Folks they smile an’ pass along
Wonderin’ what on earth is wrong:.
’Twouldn’t help ’em if they knew—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Room’s so lonesome, with your chair
Empty by the fireside there;
Jest can’t stand the sight of it;
Go out-doors an* roam a bit.
But the woods is lonesome, too.
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Comes the wind with soft caress -*
Like the rustlin’ of your dress;
Blossoms failin’ to the ground
Softly-like your footsteps sound;
Violets-like your eyes so blue.
Jest arwearyin’ for you. •V. i
Homin’ comes: The birds awake ’J
(Used to sing so for your sake.)
But there’s sadness in the notes
That come thrillin’ from their throats!
Seem to feel your absence too,
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Evenin’ falls: I miss you more
When the dark glooms in the door;
Seems jest like you orter be
There to open it for me!
Latch goes tinklin’—thrills me through—
Sets me wearyin’ for you.
Jest a-wearyin’ for you I '4
All the time a-feelin* blue!
Wishin’ for you—wonderin’ when j
You’ll be cornin’ home agen.
Restless—don’t know what to do—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you!
—F. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
Pffll AND POINT.
A gentleman of color—A painter.
The path of duty—Through the Custom
House.
If it’s a fare question, what does it Cost
to board a train ?—Troy Press.
It is no use telling a man to keep cool
who has just been fired .—Boston Courier.
When a clock strikes it is working,
but when a man strikes he isn’t.— Pitts¬
burg Chronicle.
“Have pity,” cried a beggar, in mourn¬
ful accents, 1 ‘on a poor blind man—the
father of ten orphans.”— Time.
“Who is that little monster?” “That’s
my daughter, madame.” “Ah! ah! the
sweet creature .”—Etoile Beige.
Learn the brick-mason’s trade if you
wish an occupation in which you can lay
up something .—Terre Haute Express.
soon?” He (tenderly)—‘ She (reproachfully)—“Don’t ‘May I see you pretty
you.
think I am pretty now ?”—Troy Times
The telephone bells go ringing,
Till editors think it’s a bore, i
For citizens’ voices are singing,
“Esllo, there! what’s the score?”
paper tells, of a hen that
has a perchant for for laying in umbrellas.
Looking out a rainy day, probably.—
A Western ball club has just signed a
player by the name of Stitch; perhaps he
has been taken in time to save the nine.
Gazette.
Cannibals do not care for poetry as a
though they have been heard to
in the highest terms of a little
Siftings.
At the recent Common Council elec¬
tion in the Lambertville Second Ward
Thorne beat Mr. Rose just by a scratch.
—Clinton (N. J.) Democrat.
It is said of a district attorney out
west, by a rival politician, that the only
thing he ever succeeded in hanging was
shingle.— Drake's Magazine.
Why Our are our daughters so much like j
nearest sister nation?
The reason is, that, to a man,
They favor annexation.
—Siftings.
A monkey show is to be held in Lon¬
don. Next thing we know, some person:
go a step lower in the social scale and
up a dude exhibition .—Norristown
Mr. Findout—“Sad about Mrs. S.—
this morning while trying on a new
Mrs. Findout—“No, you don’t
so; what was it trimmed with?”-—
Weekly.
N'—' York Girl—“Why do you dislike
‘Macbeth,’ Miss Southside?” Chicago
Girl—“Because tragedy seems so com¬
to me. You know my papa
a slaughter-house.”
Teacher—“What was there remarkable
the battle of Lookout?” Little
(at the foot of the class)—“It caused
on the brow of a mountain.”—
Republican.
Mrs. Blobsom (contemptuously)—
“What do men know about women’s
anyway?” Mr. Blobson (meekly) they
except how much
.”—Burlington Free Press.
Some scientific men declare that it is
for a man to think without
That may be, but we all know
it is possible for a man to use words
thinking .—SomerciUe Journal.
A DOMESTIC POEM.
She hit the nail a fearful whack—
I meant to say, she tried;
She bathed her thumb with arnica,
And then sat down and cried.
—The Epoch.
A patriotic son of Erin was declaiming
England’s injustice and Ireland’s
“While Ireland remains
he exclaimed, “England will be
to her heart-rending cries.”—
Miss Sinseer—“You say you aro at
on a book?” Mr. Careful—“Yes.”
Sinseer—“How delightful literary
must be. What is the name of the
Mr. Careful—“The City Direc¬
.”—Chicago Journal.
Obe, they balled him,because his name
Obediah. They were getting up tab¬
and when Obe’s girl was aSked
character she would prefer to t»hm
replied, naively: “Any part, so tHRt
beNiobe. ’’—Sflings.