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n—■ «! IBM I
LEGEND OF THE t UCH&IA.
A legend of this little flower
I beard not long ago ;
'Tis this, that when npon the cross
The sinle** Saviour died,
And the aoldier with hi* cruel spear
Had pierced his precious side,
The holy drops flowed »o his ftiet,
Then Ml upon the sod,
When Mary kneeled and wept for him,
Her ion and yet her God.
An angel, who waa hovering near,
Thus breathed a prayer to heaven :
"Oh, Father, let them not be lost, "
These drop* to freely given,
But in some form of beauty still
Let them remain on earth,
And her* upon tbis rugged hill,
Give some sweet flower birth,
Then, forth from the ensanguined sod,
A fuehria (prang that morn,
Rich crimson, died wilhChri«ti«aKl,vrul
mappou in in* * n/n# orscorn, '
Drooping in sorrow, still it bows
Ever its graceful head ;
Shivering in the slightest breeze-
Trembling in fear and dread ;
For the dark shadow of the cross
Can ne'er forgotten be,
Where all the perfume of its breath
Was spent on Calvary.
Ye*, offering its rich fragrance there,
As incense at His feet,
The fuchsia, though so beautiful,
Can never more be sweet.
—F. L. 8., PUltfitld, Mcut.
IN A MUD-PUDDLE;
OR,
Where She Found a Husband.
"Uncle, may I ride Milof" I said,
one bright Jane morning, as ho sat at
the breakfast-table.
"Ride Milo I" said he.
"Yes," said I. "It's such a fine day."
"Bat he'll throw you !" said my unole.
"Throw me !" and I laughed merrily
and incredulously. "Say yes, dear uncle,"
I continued, ooaxingly ; "there's no fsar,
and I'm dying for a canter."
"You'll die on a canter, then," be re
torted, with his grim wit, "for he'll
break your neck. The horse has only
been ridden three times—twice by my
self, and once by Joe."
"But you've often said I was a better
rider than Joe." Joe was the stable
boy. "That's a good uncle, now do.''
And I threw my arms about his neck
and kissed him
I knew by oxnerieuce that when I
tbis I generally carried the day. My
uncle tried to look stern, but I saw he
was relenting, lie made a last effort to
deny me.
"Why not take Dobbin 7" said he.
"Dobbin I" I oried ; "old pale faoed
Dobbin, on suob a morning a* this 1
One might as well ride a rocking horse
at onoe "
"Well, well," said he, "if I must, I
most. You'll tease the life oat of me if
I don't Ist you have your own way. I
wish you'd get a husband, you minx I
You're growing beyond my oontrol."
"Ilumph !—a husband 1 Well, sinoe
you say so, I'll begin to look out for one
to-day."
"He'll soon repeat of his bargain,"
said my unole ; but bis smile belied his
words. "You're as short as pie-crust if
you can't have your own way. There,"
seeing I wss about to speak, "go and
get ready, while I tell Joe to saddle
Milo. You'll set the house afire if I
don't send you off."
Milo wss soon at the door—a gay,
asattlesome oolt, that laid his ears baok
as I mounted, and gave me a vioious
look that I did not quite like.
w Take oare," said my unole. "It's
not too late to give it up."
I was piqued.
"I never give up anything," I said.
"Not even the finding of a husband,
ah T"
"No," said I. "I'll ride down to the
poor-house and ask old Tony, the octo
genarian pauper, to have me ; snd you'll
be forced to hire Polly Wilkes to ocok
jocr dinners."
And as I said this, my oyes twinkled
mischievously, for unole wss sn old
bachelor, who detested all strsnge wom
en, and had an especial aversion to Polly
Wilkes, a sour old maid of 47, beoause
years ago she had plotted to intrap him
into matrimony. Before he oould reply
I gave Milo his head.
John Gilpin, we are told, went fsst,
but I wont fsster. It wss not long be
fore tbe oolt had it all his own way. At
first I tried to oheok his speed, but he
got the bit in bis mouth, and all I oould
do was to hold on and trust to tiring him
oat. Tree*, fences and houses went by
like wild pigeons on Ihs wing. As long
as ths road waa elear we did well enough,
but, suddenly coming to an old oak
that started out speoter-liks from the
adga of a wood, Milo shied, twisted hslf
round, and planted his fore ieet stub
bornly in the ground. I did not know
* /
DAN BURY, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1880.
I was falling till I felt myself in a mud |
hole whioh Isy at one side of the road
Here was a fine end to my boasteif
horsemanship 1 But as tbe mud was
soft I waa not hurt, and the ludicrous
spectacle I presented soon got the upper
hand of my ?ezstion.
"A fine chunce I have of finding s
husband in this oondition," I said to
myself, recalling my jest with my unole.
"If I oould find some mud, dryad, now,
ana pass myself off for a mud-nymph, I
mi 'ht have a chanoe," and I began to
pick myself up.
"Shall, I help jou, mies 7" suddenly*
said a rich, manly voioe.
I looked up and saw a young man,
the suppressed merriment of whose bright
eyes brought the blood to my
and made me for an instsnt ashamed
and angry. But, on glaioiog again at
my dress, I oould not help laughing in
spite of myself. I stood in the mud at
least six inches above the tops of my
shoes. My riding-skirt wss plastered all
over, so that it was almost impossible to
tell of what it was made. My hands
and arms were mud to the elbows, for I
had instinctively extended them as I fell,
in order to broak tho fall.
The young man, as he spoke, turned
to tue neighboring fence, and, taking tho
t6p rail, he plaoed it aoross the puddle ;
' then, putting his arm round my waist, he
lifted me out, though not without leav
ing my shoes behind. While he was
fishing these out, whioh he began imme
diately to do, I stolo behind the enor
mous oak to bide my blushing face and
sorape the mud from my riding skirt.
I "Pray let me see you home," he said.
"If you will mount again, I'll lead the
oolt, and there will bo no chince of his
repeating his trick."
I could not answer for shame, but
when in the saddle murmured somethiog
' about "not troubling him."
"It's no trouble, not the least," he re
plied, standing hat in hand like a knight
i ly cavalier, and mill retaining his hold
on the bridle ; "aud I really oan't let you
go alone, for the oolt is as vicious as he I
, can be to day. Look at his ears, and his
red eyes ! I saw you coming down tbe
road, and expected you to be thrown
every minute, till I saw how well you
rod*. Nor would it have bappeoed if
he had not stopped, like a triok. horse in
a oirous."
I cannot tell bow soothing was this
graoeful way of excusing my mishap. I
stole a glanoe under my eyelids at the
speaker, and saw that he was very hand
some aad gentlemanly, and apparently
about 26, or several years older than
myself.
I had hoped that unole would be out
io the fields overlooking the men ; bnt.
as we entered the gate, I saw him sit
ting, provokingly, at the open window ;
and by the time I had sprung to the
ground ha came out, bis eyes brimful of
mischief. I did not dare to stop, but,
turning to my escort, said, "My unole,
sir; won't you walk in f" and then
rushed up stsiis.
In about half an hour, just as I had
dressed, there was a knook at my door —
my uoole's knook ; I could not but open.
He was laughing a low, silent laugh, his
portly body shaking all over with sup
pressed merriment.
"Ah ! ready at last," he said. "1 be
gan to despair of you, you were so long,
and oame to hasten you. He's waiting
in the parlor still," he said, in a mali
cious whisper. "You have my oonsent,
for I like hitn very well; only who'd
have thought of finding a husband in s
mud-puddle 7"
I slipped past my tormentor, prefer
ring to face even my escort tban to run
the gantlet of my unole's wit, and wss
soon stsmmering my thsnks to Mr. Tem
pleton—for as suoh my unole, whs fol
lowed me down, introduced him^
To make short of what elso would be a
long story, what was said in jest turned
out to be in earnest, for in less than six
months I beoame Mrs. Teuipleton. How
it all oame about I hardly know, but I
certainly did find a husband on that day.
Harry, for that is tHe nsme Dy whioh I
call Mr. Templeton, says that I entered
the parlor so transformed, my light-blue
muslin floating about me so like a cloud
wreath, my oheeks so rosy, my eyes so
bright, my our is playing suoh hide-and
seek about my faoe, that, not expeoting
fuoh an apparition, he lost his heart at'
onoe. lie adds—for he knows how io /
| oooipliment as well as over—th*t
/
/
/
I gay, intelligent talk, so different from
the demure miss ho hud expected, corn- 1
i pleted the business.
Harry was the eon of an old neighbor,
i wbo had been abroad for three years,
and, before that, had been at college, so
that I had never seen him ; but uncle re
membered him at onoe, and insisted on
his staying until I canto down, though
Harry, from delioacy, would have left
aAer he inquired about my health, My
uncle wjis one of those who will not bo
put off, and so Harry remained—"tbo
luckiest thing," he ssys, "he ever did."
s now my favorite steed, for
llarry broke him ror me, anu we trie m
as happy as tbe day is long, unolo in
cluded; for unole insisted on our living
with him, and I told him at last I would
oonsent, "if only to keep Polly Wilkos
from oooking his dinner." To whiah he
answered, looking at Harry, "You see
what a spitfire it is, and you may bless
your stars if you don't ruo the day she
went out to find a husband."
'■ - ■ ■■ » - -» ■■
An Amusing Story.
' From grave to gay" is the order of
life, and of newspapors as well—so we
revive the old and amusing story of the
miller who sometimes had oraty fits, in
which be always imagined himself to bo
tbe Lord judging the world.
On these occasions he wouM put on a
paper orown, ascend a pile ol meal bags
with great dignity, and call his neighbors
in succession. The same ones were
always judged; and they wcro the
millers of his vicinity.
Tho first one summoned was Ilaus
Schmidt.
"Hans Schmidt, stand oop."
"Hans, vat is been your pishne?s io
dat Oder world 7"
"I vas a miller, O, Lort 1"
"Vaß you a yoost man 7"
"Veil, ven the vater waa low, and the
pishnoss is pad, O, Lort, I somedimes
dakes a leetle exdra doles "
"Veil, Haus, you shall go ofor mit te
gotes, already yet."
And so in succession all were tried
and immediately sentenced to go over to
the goats.
of all, the miller invariably tried
himself in tbe following style :
"Jacob Miller, stand oop."
"Jacob, vat vas your pishness in dat
odor world 7"
"I vas a miller, O, Lort."
"Vas you always a yoost man, Jacob?"
"Veil, 0, Lort, ven de vster wai a
leetle low and de pishness vas bad, 1
somedimes dakes some leetle sxtra doles ;
but, O, Lort, I all de vile gives dose
extra doles to de poor."
(After a long pause)—" Veil, Jaoob
Miller, you oan go ofer mit de shceps—
but it vas von tight aqneese 1"
Be HoneatT
1 tell you, brethren, be honest io your
dealings; taka no advantage, even of a
child. Be conscientious in your
bargains. Have a single eye aad a
single heart. Seek not to be shrewd.
Be not ashamed to be oalled simple.
And let me tall you a seoret, which
ought not to be a seoret, seeing it is
written in the scriptures, thst your
whole body will then be full of light, and
this in every kind. You will actually
see further and see clearer than shrewd
and cunning men ; and you will b« less
liable to be duped than they, provided
you add to this another part of oharacter
which is proper to an honest man—
namely, a resolution to protect honesty,
and to dlsoountenanoe every kiod of
ftaud. A cunning man is never a
firm man, but an honest man is; a
double minded man is always unstable ;
a man of faith is firm as a rock I tell
you there is a sacred connection between
honesty and faith; honesty is faith
••pplied to worldly things, and faith is
honesty quioksned by tbe spirit to
i the use of heavenly things— Edward
Irvi»y.
'Tis midnight—on the garden wall,
•'See that dark object ! what is that V'
But when they heard a Rendish yawl,
They knew at once it wa* a cat.
Whon disappears the yellow cream
From off the milk within the vat,
Vou hear an woman scream,
"It was the cat I it wa* the cut I"
When Romeo, in bis bare head.
Gave Juliet "taffy" and all that,
He thought he heard the old mun's tread,
But Juliet said it was the cat.
An exchange gels off this in reply to
an inquiry by an intending tourist:
"Yes, daughter, you »houid go somewhere
this summer. You cannot stay at home j
during warm weather and live. To be
sura, your mother, wbo hasn't been out
of town sinoe she waa married, oan stand
it, but then she is old-fashioned and
doesn't kn«>w any better, and besides
she has fun enough doing the washing
and ironing. By all moans, go. Get a
iinen duster and a blanket, and go at
onitf."
y " t
' The proprietor of a Louisville bone
factory announces that persons leaving
their bones with him, can have them
ground at short uotioe.
«
Bill Arp's Crops.
WHAT 1111-L ART UAH TO SAY TIII3 TIME j
IIK HITS IN IIIS I'IAZZA IN rKACR,
HAVING I, A ll> BY HIS CROPB,
BOTH ORAIN AND Clttl.DltEN
POLITICS.
When a farmer has laid by his crop
and the seasons have been kind and he
oorn and cotton looks green and vigorous,
and tbe sweet potato vines havo covered
the ground, what au innocent luxury it
is to set in (ho piazzar in the shades of
evening and with one's foot on the
banisters, contemplate the beauiy nod
bounty of nature and tho hopeful
«»">*nnni of another year's support It
looks liko thst even an lshmat'lite migiu
; then feel calm and serious, and if he is
I still ungrateful for abundant blcssiogs
lie is worse than a beathorn, and ought
lo be run out ol a Christian's oountry
with the Chinese plank in tho Democratic
platform Every year brings toil and
trouble and apprehension, but there
always comes along rest and poace and
i the ripe fiuits of one's labors.
I was thinking about the orop that
has been laid by and that brought to
| mind another orop that was pretty muoh
i done with and is able to Uko care of
I itself with a littlo watching. I mean
the orop ot children that for thirty years
lias kept us a working aud worrying by
day and by night, iu summer and winter,
in peace aud in war, but it is all over
now, thank the good Lord for His
meroies. Tbe last tendor shoot is about
laid by, No more nursing aud toting
around aud warming milk by the
midnight lamp No more baby songs or
paregoric, or teething, or colic, or oatoip
tea. No more washing and dressing
and undressing aud putting to bed. No
tiptoeing around the room when they
are asleep, or playing horse and bear and
monkey when tho/ are awake. Never
agaiu will there be two or three of 'em
crawling all over a man or under his
chair, or riding on his baok or trotting
on bis weary knees, as he singa the same
old songs that be has suug a thousand
times bolore. Our last aud youngest
has passed the rubioon. Bless her little
hosrt, i? it was all for my sakej I wish
she would never grow any more or any
older, for she iB the oomfort of my
declining years. She can now wash aud
dress, and utidross,4fcsd say her own
prayers and pat ber little boiF iu bed.
She can sing her own songs, and look at
the picture books, and saves us many s
step, for she waits on us now like a fairy
and fills the house with sunlight. Tbe
crop is laid by, tbsnk goodness, and I
wouldent undertake to make another for
a bouse full of gold.
If there's any peril in life that is like
a lingering saioide, it is for an old
widower who has raised one orop to
marry a young wife and go to cropping
again. I don't think tbey will ever got
to heaven, for the Arabs say that paradise
wasn't made for fools. If ever lam a
lone widower, which tbe Lord forbid, I'll
flee from a marrying woman like I would
from tbs wrath to oomo, for my time is
out. I've served my full term, and now
that I am luxuriating in the long
shadows, I don't want anybody but her
to sing Joho Anderson, my Jo«, to me.
Our national polities is a big thing
It always was a big thing, but it seems
to me now that the ooming Presidential
contest is bigger than it ever was before
I've been hoping for a chauge ever sine*
the war, but it was a weak sort of hope
I bat was prepared in advance for a
disappointment, but now I've got an
abiding consoling faith that tbe end of
the lane is in sight—that we are bound
to whip 'em, horse, foot and dragoons
My hopes are to pregnant and
exhilarating that I oould hardly bear up
under a defeat. The calamity to the
nation and to me would be awful. As
one of the only two original Hancock
men, maybe I take it to heart too muoh
and feel more responsibility than I ought.
Me aud Mr. Stephens got on the same
line together somehow and started tho
Hancock boom. We are the only two
pure and unadulterated originals. Jim
Waddell oomes next. He was mighty
close on behind. We three will live in
history like them fellera wbo arrested
Major Andre in the revolution. Thoy
saved the oountry and so will we. The
Demooratio party took oar advice, and
now, if it don't make any mistakes or
blunders, the oountry is sale. Another
revolution is going on. Office-euokert
and office-seekers are fleeing from the
other side in gangs. I bear the flutter
of their wiogs and their plaintive screeoh
sounds like the wild geese flying south
in the fsll of the year. It's most |
a tonishing bow some men oan diagnose 1
an election and how shifty they suddenly |
j beoome. I hear men hollerin fur Hanoock I
now wbo have been side wipin around j
! Grant and Hayes and Sherman and
ootnpany ever sinoe the war. They are
trying to imitate the regular Democratio
yell, and are ready tu swear they never
was anything but a Demoorat. These
offioe-suckers and seekers are tho beet
sort of diagnosors. It's a good gign to
see 'em slipping and sliding btok into
ranks.— Atlanta Cutmlitution.
Flies work from son to sun ; but tbe
mosquitoes'* work it never done.
L LHuis
NUMBER 9,
Who Took the Orphan.
A few days ago a boy about 10 years
of ago, l»u)0 and sickly, who had been
living with his mother in rooms in (ho
city, fonud himself alone in the world.
The lad was too ill to rido in the one
poor carriage which followed tho body
to the grave, yot no one thought his con
dition serious After tho funeral a
| number of persons gathered in the pov
erty stricken room where he lay weeping
| to see what disposition oould be uiade ot
| him
' i "If ho wasn't lame I'd take hitn into
my family," obsorved ono of the men in
a tono that set uied to show be blamed
{ the boy for his misfortune.
I "Well, it's awful bard," sighed ono of
, I me women, -tiuv 1 know ho couldn't get
i | along with uiy children."
I "Nor with mine," said a second. ,
j "If I should take hiui, he'd run up a
big doctor's bill on me," said • man as
be filled his pipe.
Each aud every one bad some excuse.
The boy heard them all without a word,
but with quivering chin and eyes full of
tears Under one pretext and another
all slipped oaf, and left bin alone, prom
ising to have another talk in the morning.
Perhaps, that night before they olosed
their eyes in sleep, some of them thought
of the poor lad lying in the dreary room
alone and almost helpless, but if so none
of them went near him. Late in the
morning a woman living on the same
floor went in to see if he might not wart
a bite to eat, and ihe question of who
should take oare of him was settled
God had taken him. Hogged close to
the wall, aa if he feared the midnight
shadows, and with eye-lashcs yet wet. he
was dead and cold, no longer a burden
to auy one. The boy too lame to be
taken care of on earth —too feeble to
earn the crusts that some one would have
driven him, bad u home better than tie
bent. When thoy knew that he died
alone, women bent over him and wept.
When they lifted his wastod body from
the bed, men's consciences smote Iheui
for their hai»h words, but it was too lato.
He had gone from earth feeling that
j there was no mercy in the human heart,
• J — Detroit Free Prett.
1 ! •
' j Rules for Living.
' I
I j lam no doctor or pill vendor, yot I
i I have had a good long life and a happy
. I one. M My { oof, therefore, Just frirw mr
t I simple rules for boaltb, in the hope .that
i I some traveler on the up or down hill of
life may look at thorn and be benefitted
by them ? I hsvo practiced them for
maay years and they have done me good ;
and tbey may do good to others. They
are inexpensive and may easily abandoi
ed, if they oause any harm.
1. Keep iu the sunlight as much a .
possible. A plant will not thrive with
out the sunbeam ; much less a man.
2 Breath as much fresh air as your
business will permit. This will make
fresh blood ; but it will never be found
in the four walls of your building. Be
neath the open sky, just there, and only
there, it oomes to you.
3 Be strictly temperate. You eannot
' reak organ io law, or any other law,
with impunity.
4. Keep the feet always warm and the
head 0001. Disease and death begin at
the feet more commonly than we think.
5. Rat white bread when you oannot
get brown bread.
6 If out of order see which of tho
above rules you have not observed, then
rub yourself all over with a towel satur
ated with aalt water, and well dried, and
begin upon the rules again.
7 Look over on the bright aide, whioh*
is the heaven aids of life. This ia far
better than medioine.
These seven simple rules, good for the
valid, if rightly observed, would save, I
apprehend, a great deal of pain, prolong
life, and so far as health goes, make it
worth having.— C. Sense.
A Natural Ice House.
A remarkable ioe gorge near
Middlctown, Sussex county, in the roar
of Blue mountain, is attracting attention,
and is much visited by the visitor* of
curious sights The ice gorge is several
hundred yards in extont, ten to thirty
feet deep, with oaves and delta in tho
rooks where tho ioe lies. It is located a
very short distanco from the mountain.
The shade at the gorgn is very deose,
the sun apparently never (Anetrating it.
The bottom of tbe gorge is fillod with
ice. and the littlo caves and orevices are
tilled with it. It is a natural ice house ;
hundreds ot tons might be taken without
| approoinbly decreasing the whole.
' Much of it, no doubt, has lain there for
| years, the mass gradually melting and
I being added to each year. Tho
I thermometer, whioh registered in the
90's at Newton, markeu 38 degree* at
the bottom of this gorge, too oold for
one to remain there any length of tioio.
A few feet from one end of tLu gorge «
spring of the most delicious, sparkli& n
water bubbles up. The water in lh't»
spring stands at 34 degrees—about as
oold as one could comfortably drink it
**■— MidJleloton (New York) Argm.
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