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SAM'L WHITS, JOIIM A. JAUBOK,
G. E. ScnRi.i.MAN.
WHITE it urs;nm,
wholesale dealers in
HATS, CAPS, KURS, STRAW GOODS AND
No. 3)8 W. Baltimore street, Baltimore, Md
H. M. LANIER,
B. P. BAYLJ3Y & CO.,
CHINA, GLASS AND QUEENS
27 Hanover street, Baltimore,"Md.
E. M. WILSON, of N. C.,
R. W. POWERS Si CO.,
and dealers in Paints, Oils, Dyes, Varnishes,
French Window Glas«, Ac.,
No. 1305 Main St., Bichmond, Va.
Projiritlors Aromatic Peruvian Bitter* .j- Com
pound Syrup Tolu and Wxitl Cherry.
"TTW. RANDOLPH Sl ENGLISH,
BOOKSELLERS, STATIONERS, AND
BLANK-liOOK M ANUKAUTERERB.
1318 Main ftreet, Richmond.
A Large Stock of I,A If HOOKS always on
A. L. EL,LETT, A. JUDSON WATKINS,
CLAY DTTEWRY, STEPHEN N. IIUOIIKS
A. L. ELLETT & CO.,
importers and jobbers of
DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS.
Nos. 10, 12 and 14 Twelfth street (between
Main and Gary)
nl-ly RICHMOND, VA.
lllimilN .v WHITEHILL,
WHOLESALE CLOTHIERS, CLOTHS,CAS
-1 i SIMBItBS, tero.
31 and 32:t Baltimore streets, Baltimore, Md.
O. r. DAY, ALBERT JONES.
DAY & JONES,
SADDLERY, HARNESS, COLLARS,
No. 330 W. Baltimore street, Baltimore, Md.
W. A. TUCKER, H. C. SMITH
s. n. SPRAOINS.
TUCKER, SMITH & CO.,
Manufacturers and Wholesale Dealers in
BOOTS; SHOES; HATS AND CAPS.
250 Baltimore street, Baltimore, Md.
JNO. W. HOLLAND
T. A. BRIAN & CO.,
Manufacturers of FRENCH and AMERICAN
CANDIES, in every variety, anil
wholesale dealers in
FRUITS, KUTS, CANNED GOODS, CI
339 and 341 Baltimore Street, Baltimore, Md.
Orders from Merchants solicited.
C. W. TEFORN, J. E. ETCIIISON.
C. W. THORN & CO.,
wholesale dealers in
HATS, CAPS. STRAW GOODS, AND
LADIES' TRIMMED HATS.
1306 Main Street, Bichmond, Va.
CHAB. T. BALSLEY,
cms. P. STOKES & CO.,
Manufacturers and wholesale dealers in all
WOODEN, WILLOW AND TINWARE,
Broom, Bucket and Tinware factories, Harvie
D. H. OX&V'ENSON,
MORT. W. ROOERS, L. SLINOLUFF
STEVENSON, ROGERS Si CO.,
BOOTS AND SHOES,
224 W. Baltimore Street, (near Howard,)
R. E. BEST,
HENRY SONNEDORN & CO.,
20 Hanover Street, (between German and
H. BONNEBORN, B. SLIMLINE.
B. F. KING
JOHNSON, SUTTON Si 00.,
Nos. 32C and 328 Baltimore street; N. E. cor
T. W. JOHNSON, R. M. SUTTON,
J. B R- CBABBE, O. J. JOHNSON,
RED SOLE LEATHER.
E. LARRABEE & SONS,
Importers and Dealers in
SHOE FINDINGS AND FRENCH CALF
OAK-TANNED HARNESS AND UPPER
No. 20 South Cattsrt street; Baltimore, Md.
Consignments of Rough Leather solicited.
WAS HK IN KABNKST P
"And so yon think this Miss What's
ber-naiuc would be just as faat to marry
you if you were a poor man, with no
expectations whatever, instead of being
my nephew and supposed heir 1"
There was a hurt, indignant look upon
the frank young face that confronted
"Tbo young lady's name is Ashton,
and I never said she was 'fast to marry'
"I bog your and the young lady's par
don. You think that Misa Athlon
would be just as willing to marry you if
she know you to be a poor man 7"
"I do. I would stake my life on the
siDoerity and disinterestedness of her
Leaning back in his chair, Mr. Pop
pleton, senior, surveyed his nephew with
a smile of superior wisdom, whioh had
in it something of contemptuous pity.
"Ha ! that's what all you young fel
lows say when you are in love ; we old
fellows don't lose our heads so easily.
And it's well for you we don't. Why
don't / make a fool of myself about
some woman, I'd like to know ?"
"I've often wondered, unolc, why you
"When I was at your age I was poor,
and had something else to think of; and
now that I am old, I've got more sense,
I hope. There's Peter Comstock, whose
head is as gray as mine, he's married a
girl young enough to be his daughter,
and a pretty life she leads him. When
Josiah Poppleton makes suoh a fool of
himself, you may shave his head, clasp
a straight jacket on him, and put bim
into a lunatic hospital."
Tho young man suiiled, and then be
''You object to Miss Ashton because
she is poor and a dressmaker ?"
"Nothing of the sort, Fred. I object
to her because she is mercenary."
"You have no right to say that, un
cle, when .you have never eve>» seen
' '"I couldn't bo surer of it if I had
known her all my life," said the old
geotleman, stoutly. "All suoh people
are. You don't believe it, of course;
but let her thiok you a poor man, or let
a rich one make her an offer, and you
would soon see." Here Mr. Poppleton,
senior, glanced at his watoh.
"You'll have to be lively, young man,
if you want to catch the next train. —
You will find the bills for oollection on
my desk We'll talk this matter over
when you get back."
Mr Poppleton watted until he heard
the whistle of the train that took his
nephew out of town, and then putting
on his hat and buttoning up his coat
with a resolute air, went out.
He walked very swiftly, passing
through several streets and around vari
ous oorners, until he came to the house
he was in search of—a modest, unpre
tending story-and a-half affair, on the
faded green door of whioh were these
"Miss ASUTON — DRESSMAKER."
Mr Poppleton regarded it with a look
of strong disapproval, and then settling
his hat upon his head with a still more
resolute air, marched up the steps and
rang the bell.
After waiting some little time the
door opened, revealing to hii bewildered
gaze the loveliest oreature he had ever
beheld, whose rosy lips and violet eyes
smiled out upjn bim, as though he was
an old and long expeoted friend. He
stared at her a moment, and then said :
"I am Josiah Poppleton, and I wish
to soe Miss Ashton."
"That is my name, sir; won't you
walk in 7" And the rosy lips dimpled
into a still brighter smile.
Mr. Poppleton found himself in one
of the ooiiest, oheeriest little sitting
rooms in tbe world The first thing hi*
eyes fell upon was his own photograph,
cabinet size, in a little rustio frame on
the mantel. He romembered giving it
to his nephew. And he remembered,
too, with considerable satiafaotion that
it was a remarkably fine likeness.
"The little baggage knew me," he
thought, as. be took a seat; "and that
was what made her smile so."
He felt his courage ooaiog from (he
ends of bis fingers. Somehow, it didn't
seem auch an easy thing M ho had fan
cied it would be to carry out the pro
gramme be had laid down for himself,
and he began to wish he was most any-
DANBURY, N. C., THURSDAY, JUNE 14, 1877.
where else. But here fcs waa, and he
must e° through with it.
"Miss Ashton—ahem 1 I suppose you
know that I am Frederio Poppleton's
uncle, and so can guess why I am now
ltoso glanced up shyly at the speaker
from beneath the long, brown lashes.
"I suppose it is because ha asked you '
"Nothing of the kind. He didn't
know a word about it."
Mr. Poppleton felt that he was get
ting on very well; and as he considered 7
highly important that he should get OK, 'I
he summoned all his resolution and 00m- „
menced again :
"No, ma'am, I oame entirely on my
own responsibility. I consider it a mat
ter of duty to let you know that I strong
ly disapprove of your engagement. And
furthermore, it is my invinoible deter
mination, if he persists in running coun
ter to my wishes, to have nothing more
to do with him I"
This was, evidently, something that
Rose did not expect to hear; the dimp*
ling smiles left her month, and her vio
let eyes opened widely. Looking res
olutely away, Mr. Poppleton continued :
"If you think my nephew has prop
erty in his own right, you were never
more mistaken. He is entirely depend
ent on me; and if he commits the folly
he contemplates, I won't give him a
penny—not a penny !"
Here Mr. Poppleton turned his eyes
upon the faoe opposite bim, as if to see
what effeot his words were prodaoing.
All its bloom and brightness had van
ished, hut be went pitilessly on :
"Of course, you can marry him "if,
you choose; this is a free oountry, and
people can make themselves as miserahjfc*
as they like, I suppose. Only, I feel it
my duty to warn you what the inevitable
consequences will be. Fred oan hardly
take eare of himself. You'll have a
large family—poor people always do bane
Urge familifs —and the venulf' wilt
poverty, misery, and no end of troubK
This was not a very enoouraging
prospect to look forward to, and Hose
did not look as if she considered it as
such. She made no reply, however, and
Mr. Poppleton oontinued :
'On the other hand, if you will act
as sensibly and discreetly in the matter,
as I think you will on reflection, yon
will never be sorry for it You may
oount on my protection and friendship—
the friendship and proteetioa of Joeiah
Rose now spoke.
'"I love Frederio —"
"Don't answer me now," interrupted
Mr. Poppleton, rising, and turning to
the door; "take time to thiok the mat
ter over. I'll be here to-morrow at the
same hour to get your deoiiion. Only
remember, if you really do love my
nephew, that you will not take a oourse
that will ruin bis prospects for life."
"No wonder tbe young raaeal is be
witohed," thought the old gentleman, as
ho took his way homeward, "she is, cer
tainly, the most bewitching oreature I
ever saw I"
Mr. Poppleton expected his nephew
bark on tbe following day, and was,
therefore, all tbe more anxioos that the
matter should be satisfactorily
Promptly at the hour he bad named 0
Hose he was on hand to receive her L
"Mr. Poppleton, I cannot feel
would be right for ae to break my en
gagement with your nephew; if he
chooses to gi"e me up that is another
thing. The thought of making trouble
between you two gives me more pain
than I can tell you. What possible ob
jection can you have to me ?" Here
poor ROM burst into tears.
"No objeotion to you, whatever, my
dear," said Mr. Poppleton, taking one
of the soft, white hands in both of his.
"Oo the contrary, I think you the most
oharuiing creature I ever saw 1"
"Why, then, are you so unwilling that
I should marry your nsphew ?"
"Because I want to marry you my
Hose started to her feet.
"Are you in earnest, sir T"
"I never was more so ia my life. I
love you to distraotion, and shall con
sider myself the happiest of Men if you
will beoome Mrs. Josiah Poppleton."
Roso turned her flashing eyes upon
tbe speaker with a look that be never
"If you were not Frederic s uncle, I
should express in very plain terms my
opinion of you. As it is, I have only
to say that there is the door, and to ask
you to go."
Mr. Poppleton did not wait for a sec
ond invitation. On reaohing th« corner
be looked back, just in time to catch a
glimpse of his nephew going in. Feel
ing very much like one who had been
raised to a great height and set down
very suddenly, Mr Poppleton went
home Ooing up stairs to his own room,
h$ marched to the mirror,
f Tosiah Toppleton," he said, shaking
\ nß Jt at the reflection there, "you are
•id, a dolt, an idiot, a donkey ! You
are a soounndrel of the darittf (and
if you were sopiebody she I'd punch
your head for you !"
Having thus relieved his feelings he
sat down. Half an hour later he beard
his nephew's well known step on the
walk. Hushing to the head of the stairs
he bawled out:
"John, say I'm sick, that I'm out, that
I can't see anybody !"
But he was too late; Fred was in the
hall and half way up the stairs. *
' Ah, uncle!" cried the young mtm,
with a merry laugh, "that was .a :
ningly contrived plot of yours ; the best
joke I've heard yet! The cream of it
is that Hose thought you were in earn
est. You acted your part so naturally
that it was some time before I could
make her understand that you were only
testing her love fir me. But she sees
it all now. You found Rose as true ;:s
stc4ych, unole ? and will make us both
happyj>y giving your oonsent to our
Mr.'.Poppleton not only gave this, but
present llose, on her wedding day,
, fie seamed a little shy of her at first,
soon wore away, or rather de
veloped into tho paternal affection grow
ing out of this mutual relation, and the
winning and tovable qualities of his
*iephewV l '*ire. V..n I
This littlje episode in his life had the
good effect of making him more dis
trustful of himself, more tolerant of the
follies and weaknesses of others. And
sometimes, as Hose looked back upon it,
this question arose in her mind, which
she never even suggested to her hus
band : "Was he in earnest?"
What to Teach the Children.
Teach them that a true lady may be
fobnd in calico quite as frequently as in
Teaoh them that a eommon school
education, with common sense, is better
than a college eduoation without it.
Teach them that one good honest
trade, well mastered, is worth a dozen
Teach them that "honesty is the best
poliey"—that it is better to be poor than
to be rich on tho profits of riokedness.
Teaoh them to respect their elders
and themselves. Teaoh them that, as
they expect to be men some day, they
cannot too soon learn to proteot tbe
weak and helpless.
Teaoh them that to wear patched
olothes is no disgraoe, but to wear a
"black eye" is.
V Teach the boys that by indulging
tbeir depraved appetites in the worst
Vforjns of dissipation, they are not fittiog
lujtnsclves to beoome -the husbands of
£»ch them that they esn only be
| happy now and hereafter by loving and
; serving the Lord Jesus Christ.
A foreign paper tells us that when
Oliver Cromwell visited York Minister,
he saw in one of the apartments statues
of the twelve apoßtles in silver. "Who
are those fellows theie T" he asked, as
be approached them. On being in
formed, he replied: "Take tbem down,
and let tbem go about doing good."—
They were taken down and melted and
pot into his treasury. There are many
who, like these silver apostles, are too
stiff for service in much that tho Lord's
work requires. Some are too nice, some
too formal, some disinclined. They stand
or ait stiff and stately in their dignity,
and sinners may go unsaved and believ
ers anoomforted, unhelped. for all tbe
effort they will make to lift a hand to
serve them. They need melting down,
and to be sont about doing good. Statu
ary Christians, however burnished and
elegant they may be, are of little real
service in the kingdom of Jesus.
A Drunken Farm
Often and often, while parsing through
: the country, have we passed farms whose
history we cotild read at a glance. Tho
i door-yard fonce had disappeared—burnt
j up in the shiftlcssness born of drink ;
I the house was unpainted and battered •
• broken panes of glass, with rags or old
| hats; the chimneys stood in a tottering
| attitude; the door swung in a creaking
condition on one hinge ; the steps were
unsteady, like their owner ; everything
waa dilapidated, decayed, and oheerless
A single look showed that its owner
traded too much at one shop—
shop. The spirit of thrift had been
•killed by the spirit of tho still. Fresh
i paint, repairs, improvements, good sheer,
beauty, gone for the farmer's throat
Outside matters were the same; the
barn-yards were wretched stys, the doors
were off, the roofs were leaky, the gates
down, the carts orazy, the tools broken,
the fodder scarce, and the stock poor and
wretched. Neglect, cruelty, wasteful
ness-—all had come from drink. The
and tuuibled stone walls, the
ru|u* fences, the weed-giown fields,
' tfdnparse and half-headed crops, the
orchards, all said to the passer-by,
did it." Brink had given the
pl&ste'r of a mortgage instead of a coat
tag of fertilizer; sloth instead of labor,
uothrift in the place of care, and de
moralization in lieu of system. The
farm was drink.blighted, and advertised
its condition as plainly as its uwuer did
when he oame home from towu. One
of the most impressive lectures, for young
farmers especially,-is a good look at a
It is a happy word, a pleasing thought,
a sweet, swoet song, like the musio of
birds among the branches, or tbe hum
of bees among the blossoms.
Every one has a possession in tho fu
ture, whioh he calls "Sometimes." The
man of toil, amid the wear and tear of
'life, looks forwdrd to the day of'rest.—
The student at his weary task, longs for
that far off El Dorado, where brightens
up before him the hope of coming years;
and the whisperings of ambition call
him to tread the paths of glory and re
nown. The maiden all listless and lan
guid, dreams of happiness complete, and
the beauteous landscape in tbe distant
"Sometime," with its trees and flowers,
rill and founts, and summer skies encir
oled by the rainbow of hope—all flit
through her enraptuied vision. But
the aged pilgrim feels that his possession
lies not in this vale of tears. Tbe pious
and the good cast their longing eye to
that distant shore. When tbe hills and
the valleys of time arc passed, the faith
ful shall reach that home appointed of
God, where the voice of sorrow is never
heard, where shadows or olouds never
fall, but sunshine clothes the scene with
Domestic Habits of Anoestors
Erasmus, who visited England in the
early part of the sixteenth century,gives
a curious description of an English in
terior of the better olass. The furni
ture was rough ; the wails unplastered,
but sometimes wainsootted or hung with
tapestry; and the floors covered with
rushes, whioh were not changed for
months. Tho dogs and eats had free
aocess to the eating-rooms, and fragments
of meat and bones were thrown to them,
which they devoured among the rushes,
leaving what they could not eat to rot
there, with the draining of beer vessels
and all manner of unmentionable abom.
inations. There was nothing like re
finement or elegaooe in the luxury of
the higher ranks ; the indulgences which
their wealth permitted consisted in rom;h
and wasteful profusion. Salt beef and
strong ale constituted the principal part
of Queen Elisabeth's breakfast, and sim
ilar refreshments were served to her in
bed for supper. At a series of enter
tainments given in York by the nobility
16G0, where eaob exhausted his invon
tion to outdo the others, it was u u ivor
sally admitted that Lord Goring won
the palm for the magnificenoe of his
faney. The description of this supper
will give us a good idea of what was
then thought magnificent; it oonsisted
of four huge, orawny pigs, piping hot,
bitted and harnessed, with ropes of sau
sages, to a huge padding in a bag, which
served for a chariot.
Personal blemish-—'Too much rhcck.
. -j . -gi -
The Follies of Great M
Tycho Brahe, the astronomer, changed
color, and his legs shook under him, on
meeting with a haro or fox. Dr. John
son would never cuter a room with his
left foot foremost; if by mistake it did
get in first, he would step back and place
his right (out foremost. Julius Ctesar
was :>luiost convulsed by the sound of
thunder, and always wauted to get in a
cellar, or under ground, to escape the
dreadful noise. To Queen Elizabeth the
simple word "death" was full of horrors.
Even Talleyrand trembled and changed
color on hearing the word pronounced.
Marshal Saxe, who Diet aod overthrew
opposing armies, fled and screamed in
terror at the sight of a cat. Peter tho
Great cou'j* never bo persuaded to cross
a high bridge; and though he tried to
master the terror, he failed to do so.—
Whenever he set foot oo one he would
shriek out iu distress and agony. Byron
would never help any one to salt at tho
table, nor would he be helped himself.
If any of the artiole happened to be
spilled on the table, he would jump up
and leave his meal unfinished Tho
story of the great Frenchman, Male
branchc, is well known and is well au
thenticated. lie fancied he carried an
enormous leg of mutton at the tip of
his nose. No one oould convince him
to the contrary. One jiay a gentleman
visiting him adopted this plan to cure
him of his folly : he approached him as
with the intention of embracing him,
when he suddenly exclaimed, "Ila ! your
leg of mutton has struck me in the face 1"
at which Malebranche expressed regret.
The friend went on : "May I not re
move the encumbrance with a razor ?"
"Ah, my friend! my friend ! I owe you
I more than life. Yes, yes; by all means
. cut it off!" In a twinkling the friend
: lightly cut the tip of the philosopher's
| nose, and, adroitly taking from under his
cloak & superb leg of mutton, raised it
,iu triumph. "Ah !" cried Malebrancbo,
|"I live ! I breathe 1 I am saved ! My
: nose is>frce; my head is free ; but—bus
! —it was raw, and that is cooked!"—
i "Truly; but then you have been seated
near the fire; that must be the reason."
Malebranche was satisfied, and from that
time forward he made no more com
plaints about any mutton-leg, or any
other monstrous protuberance on his
An Indian Tradition.
Among the Seminole Indians there ia
u singular tradition regarding the whito
man's origin and superiority. Thoy say
that when the Great Spirit made tho
earth, he also made three men, all of
whom were of fair complexion • »ud that,
after making them, he led them to tho
margin of a small lake, and bade them
leap therein. One immediately obeyed,
and came out of the water purer than
before he bathed ; the seoond did not
leap until the water became slightly
muddy, and when be bathed, he camo
up copper colored. The third did not
leap in until the water became black
with mud, and came out with its own
color. Then the Great Spirit laid before
them three packages of bark, and bado
them choose, and out of pity for his mis
fort uoe of color, he gave the blaok man
his first choice He took hold of each
of the packages, _L. felt them,
chose the heaviest; the oopper colored"
one then chose the second heaviest, leav
ing the white man the lightest. When
the packages were opened, the first was
found to oontain spades, hoes, and all tho
implements of labor; the second en
wrapped hunting, fishing and warlike
apparatus; the third gave the white
man pens, ink and paper —the engines
of the mind—the mutual, mental im
provement—the social link of humanity
the foundation of the white man's supe
A LADY had two children—both .girls.
The elder was a fair obild : the younger
a beauty, and the mother's pet. lie;
whole lovo oentered in it. Tho eldor .
was neglcoted, while "Sweet" (the pet
name of the younger) received every
Httention that affeotiou oould bestow.—
One day, after a severe illness, the moth
er was sitting in the parlor, when sho
heard a childish step upon the fail's,
and her thoughts were instantly with
the favorite. "Is that you, Sweet 1" sho
inquired. "No, mamma," WHS the sad,
touching reply, "it isn't Sweet, it's only
me." The mother's heart smote her;
and, from tbat hour, "Only me" was
re-torcd tn an equal place in her affco