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V H. A. LONDON, Jr., EDITOR AND rKOrEIETOR. mum BATES or ADVERTISING. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One square, one Insertion, One square, two Insertions, One square, one month, H.00 3.W On cory, on j f ar, iu copy .six moiiHis Due copy, throe luontlii, - 2.00 - - 1.00 .fiO VOL. III. PITTSBOltO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, AUGUST 25, 1881. NO. 50. For larger advertisements liberal contracts wl 1 (ffl ir Time and Tide. A clear brook sparkled in haste along, And the little child who sported by Heard sweeteBt tones in the rippling song That trilled its notes where the cresses lie ! Trouble and grief wore yet miborn, That was the eong of life's glad morn. A schoolgirl passed by the gargling flood, Which kissed the stones at her active feet, And the song it sang was glad and good, As she bounded over light and fleet, Singing in turn her childish lay ; That was the song of a later day. A maiden walked by the brooklet's side, And hoard the song of the silvern stream ; Fair, and soon to become a bride, Every impulse a golden dream ; Heard no echo of sin or strife, Aaitfc'ht but the sweetest psalm of life. A woman passed by the brooklet's side, Walkiug in sorrowful grief alone, Hearing moans in its turbid tide Echoing those her life had known ; Changed the sound of its restless ruin, Life had reached to the height of noon. Ag-d ami bent a woman roamed, Howed with burdens and creased with care ; Over its rapids the water foamed, Fierce and swift from its woodland lair ; Sadly she listened, then wept and sighed, Life drew near to its eventide. Oiky .-.gain did she come that way, All her beauty and brightness hid, Fair face furrowed and hair turned gray. Sheltered under a coffin's lid ; Wind and water in tlirges blend, Life was over, and this its end. Still the brook in its restless How, Chants its anthems or murmurs low, Just as it did in the long ago. LOVE OR DUTY. "And so, Jeaunie, after all, John is goiug to Australia ? Well, all I can sav is this : if he will go he must go alone. Your father will not let you accompany him." "He has not asked me, mother ; his plan is to go out for three years, and if be gets on he will either come or send for me. He is coming to-night to see father and you about it." "I think he is very foolish. He was doing well enough at home, and your father would have helped him start in business. He knows we have only your sister and you to provide for, and that your father has been prosperous." "He has set his heart upon going, mother, and I will not try to keep him." The speakers were the wife and daughter of David Lamberton, a well-to-do shop-keeper, who had commenced in a very small way, but had done so well that he had the best trade of the kind in town. Jeannie was one of those rare women whom you could only describe as queenly. John Crawford had been her schoolmate, and ever since she could remember they had been lovers. Her parents would rather she had looked a little higher, but did not seriously op pose her. Calling that night, as Jeannie had said he would, he pleaded so earnestly that they would allow her to go out to him if he succeeded that her father and mother consented, provided he sent for her before three years, after which time they should consider her free. The parting of the lovers was very tender ; but the hope of soon meeting again made it less sad. After John's departure Jeannie was at a loss how to spend her time. She missed the long walks and the many entertainments to which he always escorted her ; but she tried to bear his absence as best she could. At last the long waited-for letter came, telling her John had arrived in Melbourne and made arrangements with a 6heep farmer to go up the coun try, where he intended to try sheep farming in a small way. Nearly two yeara went by, but no more letters came. Jeannie began to think she had been jilted, and that she had kept her promise long enough. One of her sister's companions being married about this time, they were both asked to the wedding. They procured new dresses for the affair crimson vel vet trimmed with creamy lace, with white flowers in their hair. Thus at tired they far outshone the other girls, of whom there were more than twenty. And so thought the groomsman, Peter Harper. Having been used all his life to the country style of dressing, Jean nie's appearance fairly dazzled him. As soon as the dancing began he asked the bride's mother to introduce him to her, after which he kept by her side nearly the whole evening, much to the chagrin of his partner, the bride's sister, who had counted upon making a conquest of him ; for, besides being good-looking, he was quite well-to-do. During the evening he took the op portunity of asking Jeannie if he might call upon her. This question was an swered in the affirmative ; for she was tired of waiting for John, and liked Mr. Harper's appearance. Although it still wanted a year of the time she had promised to wait, once again the old happy times commenced. Peter's home was about seven miles from Jeannie's, but that was nothing to the lover; his carriage was soon as well known in R as if he had stayed in the place ; many a long drive they had together. Jeannie's parents were well pleased. although the thought of the promise to John sometimes troubled them. About this time, some busybody contrived to let John know how matters were going on at home. Al though he knew he was to blame for not writing, it did not hinder him from be ing angry with Jeannie. Knowing no time was to be lost, -he wrote at once to her, urging her to come to him soon ; that he had a home for her at last", ne sent her at the same time the address of a young lady who was also coming out to be married. They would be company for each other, and the captain of the ship '-Tasmania," that would sail about the end of January, had promised to take charge of them. It was the last day of the year when this unwelcome letter arrived. Jeannie had just gone to see Peter's parents and spend the holidays with them ; for the country folk in Scotland have always great merrymakings about that time. Her mother's first impulse was to burn it ; but better thoughts prevailed, and she resolved to send it to Jeannie and let her decide for herself. "What can the postman be bringing us on a New Year's night?" said Mrs. Harper, as she rose from the supper table, around which were seated a party of their friends. "A let ter for you, my dear," said she, as, giv ing Jeannie the epistle, she handed the expected New Year's gift to the post man. Tearing off the envelope, Jeannie saw John's well-known caligraphy inside. The color left her very lips. "What is the matter, my dear? Is any one ill at home ?" were the anxious questions which met her on all sides. Trying by a great effort to master her emotion, she answered as calmly as she could that it was a letter from a friend which her mother had enclosed. "Mother is so exact," she added, as she hastily thrust the letter unopened into her dress pocket. After that, although she tried to en joy herself like the others, their mirth jarred upon her, and it was a relief when the party broke up. Once in the neat little room which was hers for the time being she bolted the door, and then sat down, woman like, to have a good cry before she could muster courage to open the letter. After passing a sleepless night she arose the next morning with the firm resolve to do what she thought her duty ; she had promised, and, hard as the task was, she would keep her word. The first duty was the hardest of all ; that was to break the news to Peter. He rea soned and pleaded with her, but all to no purpose. She was firm, and at last he had to submit. "Jeannie," ho said "I will live single for your sake, since I cannot get you. I shall never love another." Having said good-bye to Mr. and Mrs. Harper, who wondered much at her sud den departure, Peter took her home in his gig. On the way there was little said by either ; both knew it would be the last ride they would ever have together. We can scarcely describe the parting, but it was much more bitter than the parting with John had been; Peter wanted to visit Jeannie until she sailed, but this she would not allow. "Let it be over at once," she said, "for both our sakes." And he had to own that she was right. One kiss and a warm hand clasp, and he was gone. Jeannie went to the address John had sent, and found the young lady men tioned. Being mutually pleased with each other, they became friends. In the meantime her trousseau had to be got ready, and her father spared no expense to send her off decently. At last the eventful day arrived ; her parents and a few friends saw her safely on board the ship, and Captain Adair, the bluff commander, promised to look out for both the young ladies entrusted to his care. Amid the waving of handkerchiefs and the tears of friends the stately ship slowly left the dock, and her parents re turned home without their darling. At night, when Mr. Lamberton went to bed, he complained that he did not feel well, but hoped to be all right after a good night's rest. But Mrs. Lamber ton was horrified in the morning to find him lying at her side dead. Heart dis ease, the doctors said, was the cause, brought on by excitement. After the funeral, when the will was read, it was found that he had left his money to be divided between the two girls, and his wife was to have the house and shop, with power to dispose of it after her death as she thought best. Maggie, the eldest daughter, who had been engaged for some time.now resolved to marry ; and thus in a very short time, the once happy household was broken up, and Mrs. Lamberton was left with only an old servant who had been with them for years. Jeannie, meantime, unconscious of all these sad changes, arrived safely at her destination, expecting to find John awaiting her at the landing place ; but sho was doomed to disappointment. The other lady's lover was there, how ever ; he having thanked the captain for his care of the girls during the voyage, and telling him to send John after them if he came, took the ladies to a hotel, where they were glad to rest for a day or two. Miss Gray's lover desired to get mar ried at once ; but she would not consent until she saw Jeannie in safe hands. Un used to neglect of any kind, Jeannie would have gone home to Scotland at once had there been a ship ready to sail ; but there would be none for a week, so there was nothing for her to do but to wait. After five days, at last John put in an appearance, but it took all his powers of persuasion to please Jeannie, and he saw he had tried her too far. At last she forgave him, and both couples were married on the same day, the one standing groomsman and brides :r aid for the other. After promising to write often they bade each other good-bye, their homes lying in different direc tions. Jeannie's luggage being packed on the wagon that John had brought, they set out on their homeward journey. After a week's uneasy jolting over rough roads they arrived one night at a niisera-ble-looking shanty, and the young wife could hardly believe her husband when he told her that was to be her future home. After the first shock was over she did her best to make things better, and it was wonderful what a change she soon made. But the life was so dreary and full of hardships ; and no sooner did sho learn of her father's death than she resolved to go home. John represented to her that they would get rich soon living as they were, and after a few years they could return ; but for once she would have her own way. So the shanty and the sheep were sold to a new settler, and they returned to Scotland. Their friends were all astonished at their sudden home coming, but only to her mother did Jeannie tell the hard ships she had gone through with. Mrs. Lamberton, finding the charge of the shop too heavy, offered it to John at a handsome salary, and also a share of her house. Thi? was too good an oiler to be refused, so they were soon settled down to suit all parties. But Jeannie was not happy ; her husband did not turn out well. The old pro verb, "A full cup is ill to carry," was true in his case ; he began to drink heavily, and the business fell off in con sequence. Jeannie did her duty bravely, although many a night her husband came home helplessly drunk. But this could not last long ; soon his health broke down, and he fell ill. Jeannie nursed him as only a wife can, but, despite all her care, he died at the early age of thirty. Although she mourned him truly, at the same time she felt a sense of relief and freedom which she had not experienced for years. She and Peter had never met since their bitter parting. She had heard that he was still unmarried, but that was ail she knew. John had been nearly a year dead when she was surprised one day to see the well-known gig stop at her door, and a healthy, jollyjlooking farmer step out. The servant was not long in showing him up to the parlor, where Jeannie sat all in a tremor. Their meeting was rather constrained at first, but that gradually wore off, and soon they were talking and laughing almost as merrily as of yore. The years that had passed since they last met were for gotten. This was but the beginning of many similar pleasant visits. "Jeannie," Peter eaid, one day, "we are both too old and have waited too long to care for a lengthened courtship. Will you not name an early day for our marriage ?': And Jeannie did so, blushingly. Her early dreams of wedded happiness are now realized to the full ; her hus band is all that she could wish, and his parents almost idolize her. And so we will leave them, always looking forward to some future good. W overly Maga zine. A Jfcgro Girl Turning White. . One of the grandest curiosities be longing to the human family ever seen in these parts, perhaps, was on our streets last Saturday evening. It was in the person of a little negro girl, aged about seven years, who. about a year ago, commenced to turn white. Her forehead, from the hair of her head to the bridge of her nose, extending around on either side of herneck, is perfectly white, while both cheeks are almost a jet black. Her arms, ' feet, legs and hands are covered with white and black spots, the latter apparently the most numerous. She has a heavy head of hair, which is almost as thick as that of a white person, but is very coarse and nearly all white, it having commenced to turn gray at the same time the skin commenced turning white. She is per fectly healthy, as her parents, who were with her, informed us. ' Her mother is very black, but her father is between a copper color and a black. Lafayette I Ala.) Sun. Going to Sleep in the Day Coach. It was not Mr. Dinkleman's fault that he was a tall man,, and in fact under or dinary circumstances he was very proud of his figure. But one night last week he came down from Chicago to Burling ton and couldn't get any kind of a show in the sleeper, and one seat all to him self was the best they could do for him in the day car. But he was weary all the same and had to sleep. So he stowed away his valise and prepared to slumber. He made very elaborate preparations, several times, before he could get things fixed to suit him. First he just thrust his feet out half way across the aisle and pillowed his weary head on the window sill. That was very comfortable. But in a minute or two a woman walked down the aisle and fell over his feet and screamed; then a child came along and fell over the feet and cried ; then a man came along, and stumbled over the feet and swore, and just as Mr. Dinkleman was beginning to hope the procession was all by, the brakeman came rushing along, he stumbled over the projecting feet, made one short, unrevised remark, turned up and gave the nearest foot a kick that made every soul aboard that car draw in his breath and shudder and shriek "aou-ou-ow!" and then he said to Mr. Dinkleman: "Now, hold out the other one." But Mr. Dinkleman said nothing. He could only hold that foot up by the ankle, hold it up high in the air with both hands, while he swayed back and forth, held his mouth wide cpen and wished for a broken bridge, or an open switch, or an accident policy. Then when the cessation of his agony allowed him to feel sleepy again, he buckled himself up into the shape of a letter N, with his knees braced against the back of tha seat in front of him, his feet hanging down, his body erect, and his head drooping over the back of the seat. Both his feet got sound asleep long before he did, and when he stood up he fell down and all the passengers shook their heads, the men laughed sar donical laughs, the women said "what a shame ; such a nice, respectable look ing man, too," and the man on the wood-box unfeelingly said, " too much booze." And his hat fell off into a seat behind him and the man in that seat put his feet in it and spit all over it be fore Mr. Dinkleman could find it. Clearly that was no way to sleep. Then he curled up in the seat like a dog on a rug, with his knees drawn up to his chin, his head on the window sill and his feet braced against the end of the seat. In about twenty minutes he woke up with more aches in his legs and body than he had hairs on his head. He was so sore and stiff that it was ten minutes before he could bend his elbows enough to get his hands into his pockets to get his ticket and the conductor got tired of waiting for him at last, and said, sternly, " get off at the next sta tion," and Mr. Dinkleman could hear the passengers saying, "dead beat "and "got the bounee" and "served him right." Evidently, no man could sleep very long in that posture, and get home with any kind of a reputation. Then he tried to sit straight up and hold his heed up by clasping his hands behind it, but when his hands gave way his head fell back with a snap that came so near breaking his neck that he hasn't got over it yet, and one of the passen gers asked him if he did that for fun or just because he liked it. Then he leaned his head down on the back of the seat before him and dozed until he woke up with a crease on his forehead like the brand of Cain. Then he lay down with his head pillowed on the arm of the seat, and the first man that walked down the aisle jammed his head half way down into his neck, and made him feel that life was a mockery. Then he sat up in thereat, facing the aisle and put his feet upon the arm of the seat, leaned his head against the window and broke the glass the first time the car lurched. Thirty cents and a cold In the head for that. Having thus sampled all the positions he could think of he spent the rest of the night trying them, sometimes sepa rately, and sometimes altogether, and when at last he got to Burlington, his hair was gray, his eyes were wild, he had to be carried to his home on a stretcher, and the doctors put him in a mustard plaster case right away, where he has lain ever since. And if you don't believe it, try an all-night ride in a day coach yourself, sometime. Burlington Hawkeye. Too Fastidious. While a lady selects her ribbons with an amount of care simply indescribable, and indeed immeasurable with our present insufficient means of computa tion, the average man will seize upon the first necktie offered to him with con fidence in the wisdom of his choice, which is positively indecent. A woman making a deep study of what tints her complexion will bear and what it will not, heightens her charms when her de cision is made, while a man with a blaz ing red nose sails out complacently with a necktie of pale blue to set one's teetn on edge witnai GIRLS WHO DIP SNUFF. Free and Easy Picnic, Where Sticks of Candy Were in Demand. A few trees always grow on the banks of creeks, even in the most interminable prairie, and on this occasion they were numerous enough to afford ample shade. Dinner seemed to be the main object of every one, and all sat around in clusters watching the preparations being made for that event, as a hungry dog would watch a boy eating, with the expectation of having a bone thrown to him. A majority of the ladies had a . baby or a snuff-box, more frequently both, and nine-tenths of the men were whittling and chewing tobacco and endeavoring to catch glimpses of the girls feet. After we had been only a short time seated, and most of the crowd had ex pressed the usual wish that they had not come, and a determination never to be so foolish again, two rather good looking girls, with their attendant beaux, seated themselves near us, took out their snuff-boxes and prepared to take a comfortable "dip." The men were, from their dress, evidently cow boys. Every one was well dressed, but cow-boys, on all festive occasions, excel in that respect. There appearance was striking, and I certainly thought them fine-looking specimens of the Texas ranger, with their broad-brimmed hats ornamented with a star, cord and tassel, long boots reaching to the knee, worn outside of the pants, large, jingling spurs, fancy-striped shirts and jackets. After chatting merrily for a few minutes, the girls dipping f urioudy all the while, the gentlemen went in search of lemon ade, or some sort of compound made popular by the name. The girls took a mouthful of it, and rinsing their mouths with it, spit it out and drank the rest, and with it, I suppose, a goodly portion of the snuff. My titter at the whole proceeding merged into a laugh, which I was powerless to suppress. Fortu nately, the objects of my mirth were unconscious of doing anything ridicu lous, and probably thought if they thought anything about it at all that the young Texan with whom I was con versing was peculiarlv entertaining. After the lemonade had been disposed of, the rangers disappeard again and presently rctnrued with very large stnped white and red sticks of candy, which the young ladies, who had re sumed their dipping, devoured, snuff ana ail. Pioneer Anecdotes and Jokes. The Cleveland Herald says : The pro ceedings of the Early Settlers Associa tion were slightly spiced with some good jokes. Mr. Addison gave an account of one, at the expense of an early settler of Warrensville named Brown, who, as he said, was "one of those interesting specimens of humanity who make them selves as miserable as circumstances permit about real or imaginary ttou bles." He (Brown) thought he was sick, and often complained about it to others. One day he improved an op portunity to state his case to old Dr. Burton, father of the present Dr. Bur ton, of Collamer, saying among other things that he had no appetite. As the Doctor did not reply immediately, he inquired : "Well, Doctor, what do you think is the matter with me ? ' "Matter!" said the Doctor. "There is nothing the matter with you, only you are as lazy as the deuce. Go to work, and you will have appetite enough." A venerable old lady of Warrensville, named Benjamin, once called to see a new grand-daughter whose father was named Job and its mother Mabel, both of whom ware anything but pretty, one having carrot-colored hair and large gray eyes and the other black hair and small black eyes, and looked about as unlike each other as two persons claim ing to be white well could. After look ing closely at the young progeny, she exclaimed : "Oh, the little darling ! She is a per fect beauty the very picture of Job and Mabel both." To call it a beauty if it looked like either was bad enough, but to add the balance was the extreme of the ludicrous." A Good While Ago. Some years ago etiquette required that at a dinner party the hostess should herself carve everything that was pre sented to her guests. Lady Mary Wortley Montague presided at her father's table, her mother being dead, and as a part of her duty was expected to operate upon every joint. The gen tlemen at the table offered no assist ance, and the host had no more arduous duty than seeing the bottle circulate freely. In those days there were pro fessional carving masters, who taught young ladies the craft scientifically, and Lady Mary received lessons three times a week, that she might acquit herself well at her father's public dinners, and to do so more effectually she always took her own dinner two hours earlier, and thus fortified herself for the ordeal. In those days women were not expected to take part in the conversation, and possibly the carving was left to them with the view of keeping them quiet. Mrs. Tibbies, nee "Bright Eyes," does not bang her hair, for a very good reason. i SOUTH AFRICAN SHARPSHOOTER. The Remarkable Exploits of a Boer with a Rifle. I had a long conversation to-day with very intelligent specimen of a Boer. who forms in Newcastle one of the guard that accompanies the Boer lead ers attending on the commission. He spent the afternoon in my camp, and gave me a rehearsal of the different modes of fighting among the Boers. First of all, he begin to try his hand at shooting at bottles, distance 100 yards, with a fifteen Winchester repeater, which I lent him for the purpose. With this weapon, however, he failed to ac complish any decided success, the bul lets falling close all round, but the bottle remained untouched. "I cannot shoot with your rifle," he observed ; "but give me a Martini-Henrv and I will pick off two bottles at 200 yards." I sent up to the camp for a Martini-Henry carbine, which the Boer laid hold of with a great deal more ap parent confidence, and in the first two shots verified his boast, for the bottles were immediately shivered to atoms. He next proceeded to show me the Boer mode of shooting from behind rocks and stones. "The great mistake your soldiers make," he observed, "was to aim over the stone at the enemy, but we always fire round the corner." Throw ing himself flat on the ground, he pro ceeded to put his remark into practice, and, dragging himself lithely along, peered cautiously round the right-hand corner of a low stone that only just con cealed his form from sight of the sup posed enemy. Removing his hat, he raised it slowly aloft on the top of his ramrod and manoeuvred it so as to cause it to have the appearance of a man's head cautiously taking note of the enemy. At this hat an English soldier is supposed t o have taken a pot shot, when the Boer suddenly let it fall, and, bringing his body round the corner, took steady aim at a black bottle some 150 yards distant, which, in another mo ment, was smashed to atoms. Another method of shooting on horse back he showed me in a brilliant and effective manner. Mounting his horse and uttering a loud cry, he sent it gal loping up the hill as hard as it could go. Suddenly, without a word of warn ing, the left foot vwas pressed to the stirrup, the right leg thrown backward over the saddle, the man was on his feet, and the horse stopped instantane ously, as if spellbound. Standing erect, the Boer aimed coolly at a distant bottle and knocked it over; then springing into the saddle, he executed the same manoeuvei in two opposite directions, with single ana unerring aim effect. The man was one of 180 who first stormed and took the Maiuba Heights. London MorningPost. Lovelorn Women. Lovelorn damsels are credited with strange freaks. In a London paper it was lately averred that the original of Dickens's Miss Havisham still existed in the flesh not far from Ventnor, in the person of an old maiden lady, who, when she was young, had formed an attachment which did not meet with maternal approval, and in consequence came to nothing. The young lady gave up her lover, but accompanied the act of filial duty by a declaration that she would go to bed and never get up again ; and she kept her word. The years have come and gone, and the house has never been swept or garnished ; the garden is an overgrown tangle; and the eccentric lady has spent twenty years between the sheets. The teller of the story rashly put a name to it, and the friends of the eccentric lady soon published an indig nant repudiation of the romance, which in all likelihood was simply an adapta, tion of the case of a Lady Betty C who, it is averred, took an unhappy love affair so much to heart that she went to her bed and actually lay therein for the remaining twenty-six years of her life. A Helping Hand. The poor give more than the rich. This proposition holds good as a gen ral thing. Money is by no means the only thing to give in this world ; neither do large gifts necessarily contri bute more to the happiness of the re ceiver than small gifts. Go into any country and converse with the people. Ask who ministers most to their happi ness. You will very likely be told of some venerated clergyman, whose salary has never been more than enough to barely support him ; or some poor widow, who goes from house to house, like a ministering angel, wherever sor row and suffering demand consolation and relief. It is astonishing how much one without money can give. A kind word, a helping hand, the warm sym pathy that rejoices with those who do rejoice and weeps with those who weep. No man is so poor, no woman is so poor, as not to be able to contribute largely to the happiness of those around them. Thiers is related to have said of Du faure : "Dufaure is very incisive, very cutting. Every time he bids me 'gcod day I feel of myself to see if I am all right." ITEMS OF INTEREST. The pistol pocket must go. Three bicyclists rode from Providence R. I., to Cape Ann, Mass. (eighty-eight miles), in nine hours and fifty minutes. The higher you are lifted by the re marks of a flatterer, the flatterer you feel when you come down to the truth again. A laborer in Russia gets eight cents a day and "finds himself." Finds him self mighty hungry, pretty often, we should think. The New York Herald calls the Brook lyn Seaside Home for poor children at Coney Island "the most important life saving station on the coast." Mr. Powers, the sculptor, commenced work on a bust of President Garfield in his studio at Florence on the very day that his life was attempted. The new comet is coming towards the earth at the rate of 44,000,000 miles per day. Let us hope it will deflect a little in the course of the next year. It is proposed in New Hampshire to celebrate the one hundredth anniver sary of Daniel Webster's birth, which falls on the 18th of January next. Rhode Island has 210 miles of rail road, but when a deaf man is hoisted off the track by the cow-catcher, he always finds himself in an adjoining state. The Chicago Bridewell has been struck by lightning. It looks as though we should have to go back to first prin ciples and protect our convicts with the rod. You can tell a new paragrapher in a minute. He always inquires if Dr. Mary Walker doesn't pant for office. This joke seems to be the alphabet and primer of a paragraphic education. An English correspondent writes to the Free rress that it is predicted in England that messages by the new At lantic cable will cost only six pence per word. "H. H.," Mrs. Helen Hunt Jackson, left New England a pale, delicate inval id, and now in her Colorado home has recovered her health and weighs 200 pounds. There is a school for the technical education of young colored people in Alabama, where the culture of the silk worm is said to have been undertaken with success. Watering place correspondents say that the three notable things about these places are: The fat women, fine- looking elderly gentlemen and scarcity of .eligible young men. A felon refused to be photographed for a rogues gallery at Erie, Pa., and swore that he would kill whoever at tempted to force him before the camera. Legal opinion was given that compliance with the order could not be violently : enforced, and he triumphed. Two Queer Stories. But perhaps the most curious and valuable recovery of a book long sought for occurred to the late Mr. Grenville, whose most munificent bequest of his extraordinary library to the British Mu seum entitles him to the gratitude of all scholars. I mention the fact on the authority of my late honored friend Mr. Amyot, the secretary, friend and bio grapher of Wyndham, and for so many years Treasurer of the Society of Anti quaries and Director of the Camden Society. Among the choicest books in his library Mr. Grenville possessed one of two volumes of an excessively rare fifteener, I think, the Mazarine Bible, printed on vellum and magnificently bound. Of course he was very anxious to get a copy of the missing volume also on vellum, but he hoped almost against hope. After many years, however, he had the unexpected and almost unex ampled good fortune to get not only a copy on vellum, but the identical copy, as shown by the binding, which had been so long separated from the one in his possession. Mr. Grenville, when showing the books to Mr. Amyot and to Samuel Rogers, who was there at the same time, told the history of his good fortune. Amyot said it was the most remark able coincidence he had ever heard. Rogers did not quite agree to this, and proceeded to mention the following, which he thought still more remaik able : An officer who was ordered to India went, on the day before leaving Eng land, to his lawyer's, in Lincoln's Inn Fields. The day being wet he took a hackney coach, and when he got out, as he was paying the driver, dropped a shilling. He looked in the mud and slush for it in vain, and so did the coachman. On his return home after some years' service lie had again occa sion to go to his lawyer's in Lincoln's Inn Fields. When leaving, he recol lected his lost shilling, and by some unaccountable impulse began to look for for it, when strange to say, just at the very spot where he had paid the coach man, and on the very edge of the curb stone, he found "The shilling I" was thehasty conclu sion of my excellent friend. "Not exactly," said Rogers, "but twelve-penny-worth of coppers wrapped up in brown paper I" Nineteenth Century.
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