THE PINEHUKST OUTLOOK.
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Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber,"
Willium was a gay deceaber:
Look away ! itc,
Hut when he put his arm around 'er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away ! Slc.
Ciiokis.
His face was sharp as a butcher's
clea her,
Hut dat did not seem to greab 'er;
Look away ! ifcc,
Old Missus acted de foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away ! &v.
('Hours.
Now here's a health to the next old
Missus,
An' all de gals dat want to kiss us;
Look away ! Ac,
Hut if you want to drive 'way sorrow.
Come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away ! Ac
('Hours.
Dar's buckwheat cakes en Ingen' batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter:
Look away ! Ac,
Den hoe it down an' scratch your
grabble,
To Dixie Land I'm bound to t rabble,
Look away ! Ac
Clioius.
"Washington as Soldier."
(ieneral Carrington's latest work,
"Washington as Soldier," is undergoing
the author's last revision. We are per
mitted to give the opening passage of
Chapter, XIV, giving Washington's at
titude during the lirst week of January,
1777, just after the Hat tie of Trenton,
and when he established permanent
headquarters in New .Jersey.
The Narrative of Washington's career
as a soldier up to the time when he foiled
the best efforts of Howe and Corn wal lis
to capture his weary band of Continen
tals and militia, has been a continuous
story of love of country and devotion to
her brave defenders. The most assiduous
care for their discipline, their health,
their moral deportment, and their loyal
ty to duty has been the burden of his
soul. Pleading, remonstrance and even
reprimand, however earnest and pungent,
have never worn a selfish garb nor
breathed of arrogance or unholy temper.
Presumptuous denunciations by his chief
antagonist have never impaired the digni
ty of his carriage, his felicity of utter
ance, nor the serenity of his faith.
The indiscretions of his subordinates,
their jealousies, and their weaknesses
have been so condoned or accommodated
to the eventful hours of camp or field
service, that while he rests in camp dur
ing the opening week of the second year
of battling with the might of (Jreat
Hritian, he has in mind only words of
thanksgiving for mercies realized, and a
bold challenge to the American Congress
and the American people for men and
means whereby to make their sublime
Declaration of Independence a reali.ed
fact,
And yet, never before has there gath
ered about his pathway such ominous
mutlerings of a gathering tempest. It is
no longer the spectacle of a half-organized
army parrying the strokes of a com
pact enemy well equipped for war. He
has halted, faced the foe, and assumed
the aggressive. Washington has been
fencing! His first lunge in return draws
blood. He will light to the finish. His
appeal, before Hoston, was, "For Cod
and Country," and with supreme trust in
Cod he shall have the victory.
The very best, and cleverest men have
a hobby of some sort, which the rules of
society forbid their mounting outside
their families. Every man would bore
you to death if you would onlv let him.
The Seaboard Air JMiie Scores Another
Point.
The Seaboard Air Line lias, for a long
time, contended that as it could not get
its sleepers south of Atlanta and north of
Washington, while other lines were al
lowed this privilege, it should, therefore,
be allowed a ditferential rate. This mat
ter was taken up recently with the South
eastern Passenger association, the Trunk
Line association and the Association of
Virginia and the Carolinas, and the Sea
board Air Line's claim for differentials
was allowed.
The tariffs just published by the above
associations show standard rates by all
lines between the North and South, as
well as the ditferential rate via the Sea
board Air Line, which rate is $3 less than
that shown by other lines. The standard
rate between New York and Atlanta is
A Magazine Which Builds Houses.
The readers of The Ladies Home Jam
nal are about as responsive a clientele as
any magazine possesses. About six
months ago the Philadelphia magazine
stalled to publish a series of practical
architectural plans showing how artistic
houses could be built at moderate cost.
It employed a special architect, and his
work was certainly artistic. Besides the
plans it agreed to furnish complete speci
fications of each house at a minimum cost.
Thousands of people liked the plans giv
en and the series lias been a great success
for the magazine. This spring the build
ing of over five hundred houses, varying
in cost from $1,500 to $7,000 each, will
be started in different parts of the coun
try by Journal readers, in addition to
over one hundred other houses which
have already been built.
The Star-Spangled Banner.
IiV FUAXCIS SCOTT KEY.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous tight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
Ami the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
(Have proof through the night that our Hag was still there:
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave V
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam ;
In full glory rellected, now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is the band who so vauntingly swore,
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pollution :
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation !
Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation !
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just ;
And this be our motto, "In Cod is our trust;"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
$24; the differential rate via the Seaboard
Air Line is $21 ; the rate between Wash
ington and Atlanta is 17.50, the differ
ential rate via the Seaboard Air Line is
$14.50. This differential applies between
all important cities in the Southeastern
Passenger association's territory; the
Trunk Line association territory.
The Seaboard Air Line now has the
matter up with the New England Passen
ger association, looking to the publishing
of these ditferential rates in their tariffs.
As soon as this is granted it is understood
that the Seaboard Air Line will then go
to the Mississippi Passenger association
with a request that they publish like
rates from their territory. When this is
done the Seaboard Air Line will have a
ditferential on all business which it is
competitor for, east of the Mississippi
river. Portsmouth Star.
The Outlook is for sale at this office
at three cents per copy.
Col. Tom Anderson, Poet.
Col. Thomas Johnathan Anderson, the
Seaboard Air Line's poet and adonis, has
just issued a book of poems laudatory of
the Seaboard's lines and towns. It is in
the shape of an alphabet and is entitled
"Study and Learn." Its redundant title
gives no idea of the lofty sentiment and
beautiful diction of the contents. For
instance, in the course of his canto, the
poet's Pegassus canters thusly :
"L is lor Littleton and Lincolnton, N. (J.,
These towns are pretty as pretty can he.
Their mineral waters are known to he good
For chronic dyspepsia and diseases of blood.
That's the stuif! The divine afflatus
..permeates the whole and lives and
breathes in every syllable. Bully for
this new luminary in Poesy's sky ! Grind
out some more, do. Only infrequent
thinkers can fail to be warmed by these
Byronic ebullitions. Keep it a-b'ilin',
Tom . Lincol n Journal.
Try Thk Outlook for three months.
JURA HALLELUJAH.
De Carolina nigger am de best in de world
Juba 1 lallelujah !
De banner of de Lord nebber am furled,
Juba Hallelujah !
Dis nigger's blacker dan deaceob spades,
Juba Hallelujah!
Hut de Lord don't care about de different
shades,
Juba Hallelujah!
Come, sisters and brudders, don't lag
behind,
Juba Hallelujah!
For de heabenly garden you nebber will
find,
Juba Hallelujah!
De garden's in de paradise land,
Juba Hallelujah!
Up dere we'll sing wid de heart and de
hand,
Juba Hallelujah!
Up dere dese niggers are dressed up fine,
Juba Hallelujah!
Up dere 'tis Christinas all de time,
Juba Hallelujah!
De cotton's picked an' in de bag,
Juba Hallelujah!
Dis nigger no mo' de mule will drag,
Juba Hallelujah!
Come Caesar, Pompey, Tom and Joe,
Juba Hallelujah!
Up to de heabenly laud let's go,
Juba Hallelujah!
Come Delia, 'Lia, 'long wid us,
Juba Hallelujah!
You'se sartin to be better an you can't
be wuss,
Juba Hallelujah!
Don't stay and wait till de trumpet blow,
' Juba Hallelujah!
Tor den you'll be sorry dat you didn't go,
Juba Hallelujah!
For den you find dat you be too late,
Juba Hallelujah!
An' de good old Massa hab shut de gate,
Juba Hallelujah!
Den you stand peeking fro' de fence,
Juba Hallelujah!
An' de good old Massa tell you to git
hence,
Juba Hallelujah!
Den you go inarchin' down to de wicked
land,
Juba Hallelujah!
An' you lib forever wid de debbil's band,
Juba Hallelujah!
Oh, de white folks now at de niggers do
stare,
Juba Hallelujah!
But dev'll be no whiter when dey git up
dere,
Juba Hallelujah!
Oh, come along brudders, don't say no
more,
Juba Hallelujah!
For we'll meet down on de Paradise
shore,
Juba Hallelujah !
"Do you consider lager beer intoxicat
ing?" "Vel," replied Wr , "ash for
dat, I gant say. 1 drinksh feefty or
seexty glasses a day, and it never hurtsh
me; put I don't know how it would pe it
a man vash to make a hog of hisself."
A dying negro was told by his minis
ter that he must forgive a certain darkey
against whom he seemed to entertain
very bitter feelings. "Ves, yes,' he re
plied, "if I dies I forgive dat nigga; but
if I gets well dat nigga must take car."