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1 HE Jb KANKMN COURIER , . TERMS : S2.00 per Annum, VOL. III. LOUISBUEG, jN. C FRIDAY,- JULY 17. 1874. NO. 37. ' Too Low, and Tet Too High ! I. He came iu velvet aud in gold ; He wooed her with a careless grace ; A confidence too r&ably bold Breathed in hiu language and hia face. While she a simple maid replied : X i more of love 'twixt thee and me ! Thee tricks of pawuon I deride, Nor tniHt tliy bo an ted verity. Thy Hiiit, with artful smile and nigh, Reiitf renign : No ratio am I for thee or thine, Iioiujr too low, and yet too high !" II. Hid npirit changed ; life heart grew warm With genuine paeeion ; mrn by morn More perfect .seemed the virgin charm That crowned her 'mid the ripening corn. And now he wooed with fervent mien, With hoiiI inteubo, and word of fire, But reverence-franght, an if a queen Were hearkening to hm heart'e deaire. She brightly bluhhed, Hhe gently aighed, Yet htiU the village maid replied (Though in bad accents, wearily) : " Thy tsuit renign. ItcBign, retsign I Lord Hugh, I never can be thine : Too low am I, and yet too high !" JOHN AM) I. Come, John," said I, cheerfully, it really in tiino to go ; if you stay nny longer I shall be afraid to come down and lock the door after you." My visitor rose a proceeding that always reminded me of the genius emerging from the copper vessel, as he measured six feet three and stood looking reproachfully down upon me. You aro in a great hurry to get rid of me," he replied. Now I didu't agree with him, for he had made his usual call of two hours and a half ; having, in country phrase, taken to 4 sitting up " with me so liter ally that I was frequently at my wit's cud to suppress the yawn that i knew would bring 11 troop rushing aftor it. Ho was a tine, manly-looking fellow, thU John Cranford, old for his age which wu tha rather boyish period of twenty two and every wav worthy of being loved. But 1 didn't love him. I w.is seven years his senior ; and when, instead of letting the worm of concealment prey on his damask cheek, he ventured to tell his love for my ma ture self, I remorselessly seized au English .Prayer-book, and pointed st.-rnly to the clause, "A man may not mtrry his grandmother." That was three years ago ; and I added, en couragingly, Besides, John, you are a child, und don't know your own mind." 'If a man of nineteen doesn't know his own mind, "..remonstrated my lover, " I would like to know who should. Bui I will wait for you seven years, if you say so fourteen, a3 Jacob did for Rachel." You forgot," I replied, laughing at his way of mending matters, "that a woman does not, like wine, improve with age. But seriously, John, this i3 absurd ; you are a nice boy, and I like you but my feelings toward you are At a . , - - more una tuoso oi a motber than a wife." The boy's eyes flashed indignantly ; and before I could divine his intention he had lifted me from the spot where I stood, and carried me, infant fashion, to the sofa at the other end of the room. - - . 'I could almost find it in my heart to shake yon!" he muttered, as he set mo down with emphasis. This was rather like the courtship of William of Normandy, and matters promised to be quite exciting. ' Don't do that again," said I, with dignity, when I had. recovered my breath. Will you marry me?" asked John, somewhat threateningly. Not just at present,'' I replied. "The great, handsome fellow," I thought, as he paced the floor restlessly, why couldn't he fall in love with Rome girl of fifteen, instead of setting his afleetious on an old maid like me ? I dou't want tho boy on my hands, and I won't havo him!" Ah to your being twenty-aix," pur. sued John, in answer to my thoughts, you my it's down in the familv Bible, and 1 suppose it must be so"; but no one would believe it ; and don't care if you're forty. You look liko a girl of sixteen, and you are the only woman I shall ever love." Oh, John, John! at least five mil lions of men have said that same thing before in every known language. Never theless, when you fairlv break down and cry, I rolent for I am disgrace fully soft-hearted and weakly promise then and there that I will either keep my own name or take yours. For love is a very dog in the manger, and John looked radiant at this concession. It was a comfort to know that if he could not gather the flower himself, no one else would. A sort of family shipwreck had wufted John to my threshold Our own house hold was sadly broken up, and I found mysell comparatively young in years, With a half-invalid father, a large house and tery little money. What more natural than to take boarders ? ' And among the first were Mr. Cranford, and .hit son, and sister, who had just been wrecked themselves by the death of the wife and mother in a foreign land one of thoso sudden, unexpected deaths that have Ihe survivors in ft dazed con dition, because it is so difficult to i inline the gay worldling who has been called he nee in another state of being. Mr. Cranford waa one of my admira tions from thQ first. Tall, pale, with dark Lair nnd eyes he reminded me oi Dmte, only that he was handsome ; anJ ho had such a general air of Know ing everything worth knowing (without the least pedantry, however), that I was quite afraid of him. He was evi dently wrapped up in John, and pa tient with his sister- which was asking 'quite enough of Christian charity tin der the sun, for Mrs. Shellgrove was an unmitigated nuisance. Such a talker! babbling of her own and her brother's affairs with an equal indiscretion, and treating the latter as though he were an incapable infant. They staid with us three years, and during that time I was fairly persected about John. Mrs. Shellgroye wrote me a letter on the subject, in which she in formed me that the whole family were ready to receive me with open arms prospect that I did not find at all allur-. ing. They teemed to have set their hearts upon me as a person peeuliary fitted to train John in the way he shoud go. Every thing, I was told, depended on his getting the right kind of wife. A special interview with Mr. Cran ford, at his particular request, touched me considerably. ' I hope," said he, " that yon will not refuse my boy. Miss Edna. He has set his heart so fully upon you, and you are every thing that I could desire in a daughter. I want some one to pet. I feel sadly lonely at times, and I am sure that you would just fill the vacant niche." I drew my hand away from his caress, and almost felt like hating John Cran ford. Life with him would one of ease and luxury ; but I decided I would rather keep boarders. Not long after this the Cranfords con cluded to go to housekeeping, and Mrs. Shellgrove was in her glory. She al ways came to luncheon now in her bon net, and gave us minute details of all that had been done and talked of about the house in the last twenty-four hours. t is really magnificent," said she, lengthening each syllable. "Brother has such perfect taste ; and he is actu ally furnishing the library, Miss Edna, after your suggestion. You see, we look upon you quite as one of the family." " That is very good of you," I re plied, shortly ; " but I certainly have no expectation of ever belonging to it." Mrs. Shellgrove laughed as though I had perpetrated an excellent joke. " Young ladies always deny these things, of course ; but John tells a dif ferent story." I rattled the cups and saucers an grily ; and my thoughts floated off not to John, but to John's father, sitting lonely in the library furnished after my suggestion. Wasn't it, after all, my duty to marry the family generally ? The honse was finished and moved into, and John spent his evenings with me. I used to get dreadfully tired of him. He was really too devoted to be at all interesting, and I had reached that state of feeling that, if summarily ordered to take my choice between him and the gallows, I would have prepared myself for hanging with a sort of cheer ful alacrity. I locked the door upon John on the evening in question, when I had finally got rid of him, with these feelings in iuu iorce; ana l meditated while un dressing on some desperate move that should bring matters to a crisis. But the boy had become roused at last. He too had reflected in the watch es of the night ; and next day I received quite a dignified letter from him, telling me that business called him from the city for two or three weeks, and that possibly on his return I might appreci ate his devotion better; I felt inex pressibly relieved. It appeared to me the most sensible move that John had made in the whole course of our ac quaintance, and I began to breathe with more freedom. 1 lime flew,: however, and the three weeks lengthened to six without John's return. He wrote to me, but his letters became somewhat constrained ; and I scarcely knew what to make of him. If he would only giye me up, I thought ; but I felt sure that he would hold me to that weak promise of mine, that I should either becomeEdna Cranford, or lemain Edna.Carrington. ' Mr. Cranford" was announced one evening, and I entered the parlor fully prepared for an overdose of John, but found myself confronted by his father. He looked very grnve ; and instantly I imagined all sorts of things, and re proached myself for my coldness. "John is well ?' I gasped,' finally. " Quite well," was the reply, in such kind tones that I felt sure there was something wrong. What it was I cared not, but poured forth my feelings to my astonished visi tor. He must nat come here again !" I exclaimed. I do not wish to see him. Tell him so, Mr. Cranford I tell that I had rather remain Edna Carrington, as be made me 'promise; than to become Edna Cranford." V And he made you promise this ?" was the reply. The selfish fellow ! But, Edna what am I to do without the little girl I have been expecting ? I am very lonely so lonely that I do not see how I can give her up." I glanced at him, and the room seemed swimming around everything was dreadfully unreal. I tried to sit down, and was carried tenderly to v the sofa. . u .... , : .. .... i "Shall it bo Edna Carrington or Ed na Cranford ?" he whispered. 4You need not break your promise to JohnJ" 'Elna Cranford," I replied, feeling that I had left the world entirely, and -was in another sphere of existence. If the thought crossed my mind that Mr. Cranford had rather cheerfully sup planted his son, the proceeding waa fully justified during the visit which I soon received from that young gentle man. I tried to make it plain to him that I did him no wrong, as I had never professed to love, him, though not at all sure that I wouldn't receive . the shak ing threatened on a previous occasion, and I endeavored to be as tender as pos sible, for I really felt sorry for him. To my great surprise, John laughed. Well, this is jolly I" he exclaimed. ' And I'm not a villain, after all." What do you think of her, Edna ?" He produced an ivory type in a rich velvet case a pretty, little, blue-eyed simpleton ; she looked like cttal seven teen. s ; . v " Rose," he continued Hose Darl Hng : the name suits her, doesn't it? She was staying at mv uncle's in Mary landthat's where I've been visiting, you know and she's such a dear, little confiding thing that a fellow couldn't help falling in love with her. And she thinks no end of me, you see says she's quite afraid of me, and all that." John knew that I wasn't a bit afraid of him ; but I felt an elderly sister sort of interest in his happiness, and never liked him so well as at that moment. And this was the dreadinl news that his father had come to break to me, when his narrative was nipped in the bad by my revelations, and the inter view ended in a far more satisfactory manner than either of us had antici pated." So I kept my promise to John, after all, and aa Miss Rose kept hers, he is now a steady married man, and a verv agreeable son-in-law. Farming- In Italy. Anna lire wster, writing from Rome to the Philadelphia Bulletin, says : "A friend described to me the other even ing the type of a veritable Mercante di Campagna delV Agro Romano, or a Campagna merchant, as they call these remarkable farmers. He took for this t pe a certain Signor Mazzoleni. This gentleman works three farms which lie on the border of the sea between Auc tium and Terracina, These farms con tain about 50,000 acres of land. On this vast space are pastured 14,000 sheep and lambs, 3.000 oxen and cows, 700 horses and mules. Signor Maz zoleni has 9,000 acres sown with wheat, oats, corn, and beans. Yearly he gath ers in from his great fields 52,000 sacks of grain ; he sell 45,000 pounds of wool, 190,000 pounds of cheese, and furnishes to the provision "or meat markets 5,000 sheep and lambs, 1,500 calves and 2,- uuu latted beef. This immense under taking brines him in a rental of from 450,000 to 500,000 francs. Now comes the most singular part of this veritable history. Twenty years ago Signor Mazzoleni was nothing but a petty tailor. For fifteen centuries these gigantic farming undertakings have ex isted on the Campagna of Rome, or Argo-Romuno. About 113 families have owned the whole tract, and their agents have worked the best lands. The pro prietors and their agents never live on these farms. The only buildings are the camle, a very modest house, which is sometimes the ruins . of an ancient Middle Age fortification, where the agent or master lodges at need ; some very modest out-buildings for servants, small stables and granary, or bams. There are also some straw huts for the workmen and laborers. The cattle of all kinds live in the open air. Some of the very largest farms, such as the farms of the Campo Morto or Conca, have not as many buildings on them as as we would see on one of thA nm nilgai of our farms. The meicanti di cam pagna are not people of the country, but ol the city ; they are really agricul tural merchants. Their busines con sists in establishing a vast fabric of natural products on a given niece of land ; they must unceasingly watch so as to make the produce proportionate to the demand ; watch sales, and be ready to profit bv the raise, and los little a3 possible by the fall of prices, tnrouguout tne wnole perimeter of the H "l a. . . mi . meairerranean. xnus tne mercante di campagna, you see, must be at once agriculturist, dealer and banker, and ship owner also : directing at one nnd the same time the ra sing of cattle, the cuicure oi land, thousands of laborers ; small maritime expeditions, and his Roman.countrv house. It is a perilous business, but has built many a family in the Papal States to title as well as fortune." Colt Breaking. In Kentucky we saw a two-year old colt broke dead broke in a half-hour, so that ke worked as amiably as a trained horse. The colt had never been bridled. He was attached to a curricle called a break-dray," and put through astonishingly quick. The break-dray is nothing more than a strong, broad-tread dray, with long shafts, the tail omitted, and a spring seat between the wheels. The harness was strong, and so arranged over the hips as to prevent the possibility of high kicking, and the colt was hitched so far from the dray that his heels could not possibly reach the driver. The process of hitching was, of co.irse, very delicate, as a colt is excessively ticklish, and is apt to let his heels fly awkwardly. All being ready, one man held the colt and another took the seat and reins. The colt was then let go to plunge as he pleased. The break-dray which was so broad that upsetting seemed out of the question was pushed upon the colt, and the colt pushed side ways until he started. A few plunges settled him. He went as he pleased, up hill, down hill, and so on, until he finally struck a sober trot, and was thoroughly, broke.' The confused and bewilde.ed look of that colt was piti fully amusing. Mr. Bob Strader.was giving directions, and upon one of . the breakers raising his hand to slap the colt to urge him, Mr. Strader said : "Don't do that. Never strike a colt when vou are breaking kirn - PnH him sideways, or any way. Let him go just where he , will, and how he will. Let him fall down if he will, but don't strike him." When the colt was tafepn out of the shafts he. was as wet as if he nad been in water, and a child could have handled him. He had not been struck a blow. The dray, we believe, was invented by Mr. Strader. Hydrophobia. A French physician, Mr. Buisson, of Lvons. claims to havo cured hydrophobia in every one of more lion Ais.t-.t-w V - 1 . . uiui wjutj.uww wuicu came io nis nonce, nis preventive was a Russian bath, at 134 and 144dei?reea FoWnhmt for seven days in succession, before the disease declared, itself. After the symptoms had developed, a 6ingle warn ius sum me ii i. xjuisson aiscover ed the remedy by accident, when , en deavoring to suffocate himself in heated Vapor, to escarje the Tinrrnm nt V.Tlrv phobia, contracted in the pursuit of his jituicoowu. uaeauu D&m naa reach ed au extreme hi eh hmiMnihimi .n the dread symptoms disappeared as if uj magic never to return, ao simple a remedy can do no harm, unless the patient has organic disease of the heart. tarxMuoij u wormy ox trial nere. The Huckstxb. "Is that an escu lent? innninx? TVrtfoMVN UntxVVi.. the other day, or a huckster who dis- ujom iu wa manes s mammoui and face aRRTITTlfxl 'a ronrafnl mTf a t mil in., sun U- ter he had studied the professor's form wureuipmouBij ior a moment, ne an swered, "Esculent 1 thunder and light ning, no ! that's a blue-nose potato." Hans Andersen. When thft fabla dianafoh amo effect that Hans Andersea, the Danish poet, jay dying, all literary journalists prepared to write a sketch of his life! or in some eood fit tin cr wav do honor to the good old man, and a shade of gloom passed into every household in which there had been children to teach the older people to love " him. How ever, the obitnaries wer rTnrrittn onr? the tears unshed, for the next steamer Drougnt word that tne immediate dan ger was over, and the old poet, although an - invalid, had, it was hoped, several years of life yet before him. Later another story was told, which we have reason to believe to be true, that Ander sen had himself 6tated that, in spite of the enormous sale of his books iu for eign countries, these sales or his wide spread reputation had never been of one dollar's pecuniary value to him, except in a single instance when an American publisher, unsolicited, lately sent him a copyright percentage bn the sale of one edition of his works. An dersen is now an old and feeble man, and although not in want, lacks many comforts to make his few remaining years easy and pleasant. It has been proposed, that instead of waiting until the affection and homage of his friends in this country could evaporate the funeral notices and private sighs and lamentations, they should send him some solid, practical testimony in token of gratitude fer the pleasure he has given them. Andersen deserves, as no other man does, that title of the children's friend, the more because ho will never, in all probability, be dead to them. Like all joyous, child-like natures, there is an immortal quality of life in all he says and does ; morbid, melancholic men re turn to the charmel-house and mold as to their native place ; but the Danish poet and his gay, happy kinsfolk never can cease to be to .us. He will go out of sight some day, but, long alter he is dust, the little chap who reads the " Hardy Tin Soldier" will know quite all that the man who tells it to him is above somewhere, telling stories as wonderful to other children about his knee. There is, too, a something oddly contagious, so to speak, in Andersen's genius and character ; to the man who once has heard his story there is a slight chancre in the ton A and n.nnr rt all tho out-door world thereafter. His earlv vears crave a Rtmntra hont to his genuis. 'Andersen iment "hia childish days in the kitchen and shoe- i t t . ..... - makers snop wnere hi father and mother worked. Outside were the nar row, sloomcr streets of thA tnvn f Odense, smelling strongly of leather and fish, and openiner into the waters of the Skaerer Rack, whih oh on a rtc in the evening sun.' ne boy knew nothing of dwarfs or genu to people this scene, but his imagination was no less a potent and life-giving flame ; every paltry object about him lived for him with a soul of its own, talked, fought, boasted, suf fered as a human being. When the lad was old enough to tell the stories of these tin soldiers or old Rtrpflf.lflTnria the world would stop to listen, as it al- ways aoes io a true tmng. People long ago oeiievea mat mermaids and birds or iaries might have adventures ; but at the touch of this boy the mirrors and tables in the drawing-room, the toys in the nursery, even the cook's darning needle and the matches in their hox began to expose their loves and hntaa and private hates and snnahhlpa An. dersen ha3 been emphatically the En chanter of Home, and the work of his youth made childhood for most of us purer and happier. Let our children, then, return the gift to him in comfort and cheer for his home during thA (aw days left to him. The Stage Horse Kitty. The following is one of Mr. Charles Dudlev Warner's spirited littlA sketches from life during one of his stage-coach journeys: May I never forget the spirited little jade, the off-leader in the third stage. ine peuea oene oi tne route, the ner vous, coquettish, mincing mare of Marshy Hope. A ipoiled beauty she was ; you could see that as she took the road with danuincr sten. fcosftin tr hi pretty head about, and conscious of her r.UnnM lT V. i. 3 1 . . om.ui.iig uiau& uuub, HUU HBT IAU a One up "in any simple knot," like the back hair of Shelley's Beatrice Cenci. How she ambled, and sidled, and plumed herself, and now, and then let fly her little heels high in air. in mere ptopr of larkish feeling. bo, girl I so, Kitty !" murmurs the driver, in the softest tones of admira tion ; she don't mean anything by it ; she's just like a kitten." But the ' heels kett flvincr ahnvA the traces, and by-andby"the driver is obbged to "speak harsh" to the beauty. The reproof of the displeased tone is evidently felt, for sLa pttlA at once to her work, showing perhaps a mue impatience, jerting her head up ana aown, ana protesting by -her nim ble movements against the more delib erate trot of her companion. I believe that a blow from the cruel lash would have broken her heart z or aJa it wnnl have made a little fiend of the spirited creature, Tne lasn is hardly ever good ior ine sex. ; - ; The Women for Wives. The N. Y. Star commends the advice of Chancellor Crosby to the trradnfc with reference to xnarri ge, to avoid the fashionable and frivolous, and seek as 1 a ... . mosewno win adorn tneir Uvea with domestic virtue ; - and yet, says the editor, how strange it is that nine men out of ten will pick a stylish, frivolous girl for a wife if she be prettv, in pre ference to one with all the virtues and a homely visage. Men admire all the good qualities in woman, but they rare ly take one to wife if she be possessed of the spirit of an angel, if she is not also blessed with a comely visage. And the girls know this as well as we do. . Catch them in the kitchen cook ing when they can find a beau and have a good time in the parlor. Hence we say there is little or no encouragement for a girl to train herself on Chancellor Crosby's pattern. It is only old gentle men who have "had their dsy" and wish to settle down quietly, that seem to appreciate this kind oi woman. A Bashful 31 an. Charlie Johnson is a first-rate fellow only he's terribly bashfuL He called to see Miss Jones one night He never would have been guilty of such an act, had she not met him coming out of church cornered him right up by the steps where all the girls could see him and made him promise to come round the next night before she'd let him go. So the following evening Charlie arrayed himself like a lily of the field, and started for the Jones'. This hap pened last winter. He got there about eight o'clock. It was quite dark. Charlie mounted the eteps; rang the bell ; and then his courage failed him. He clearnd the six steps at one leap and fled down the street. Bridget went to the door. Nobody there. Old Jones hailed Bridget and asked her who rang the bell. "Shure it's some of -of of thim lads that do be ringin the bill ivery night, and-and thin run away bad look to thim, at arl and at aril" " Once more to the breech, dear friends," was Charlie's soliloquy, as he slowly retraced his steps. With glad and gallant tread did he re-ascend the front stoop and blithely pulled the belL But nimbly did he again descend the steps and swiftly disappear up the street, reaching the quarter post in forty seconds. Bridget at the door ; same result as before. Bridget waxed wroth. And old Jones vowed he'd fix that infernal whelp ; so he got a piece of stout broom-cord ; tied one end of it to the iron railing on the further side of the steps, about a foot higher than the top step ; then passed it through a hole in the filigree work on the other side of the steps at the same heighth ; brought the end of the strincr throntrh thA tiling of the bav-window. th noA intr tha lor ; afterwards he went out and slack ened tne string so as to havo it lay flat alone the step where nnlmHv rrnnl1 notice it in coming ujj but where, if is were tigntened up Irom within the house, after one had cone nn tha ntn one would be somewhat apt to "notice" it in going down, especially if one were in a hurry. Then Mr. Jones sat down in the parlor ; grasped the end of the string and waited for the bell to ring. Bridget not aware that tho old gent had set the trap, had a "little Rompthin" fixed up herself. She repaired to the aitcnen; too the boiling tea-kettle from the ranee : meandered nn atAim with it ; sat down by a window right over the front door: and waited. tnr ior the bell to ring. It rang. 'Aiie old man pulled the snrini? Bridget emptied the kettle and Char-n lie Well. It didn't hurt Charlie mnnli That is to say, he was able iu a couple oi weeas to sit no and liava hi he.l made : and inside of a month he eonld get around very nicely on a pair of crutches. To be sure, six of his eve teeth were never found and hia left va looked as if he'd run a knot-hole into it. But he didn't mind such a little thing as that still, he never seemed to care to go down to Jones' afterwards, as a sort of a coldness, as it were, had sprung u between them. Nowad vs when Charlie wih experience the estatio delight of a call on miss j ones, ne goes out and lays down in the road in front of .bin hnnaA and lets a hack run over him ; it's just as much fun and not near so far to go. He thinks that by the time he can let a full crown omnibus drive nvpr th bridge of his nose, without making him niutti uc ii auin to Bianu anouuer whirl down at Jones'. A Well-Xerited ilebute. For a Place Where the v.irird linmnn characteristics, and moods of hnman nature are developed and exhibited commend me to a crowded horse-car in a large city. All the petty, mean, and manlv traits are shown forth hv mpn and women in these conveyances to lueir luuest extent, a lew evenings ago a lady entered, and by dint of per sistent crowding, made her way through the car to the front end. Here a gen tleman arose and nr-offered Iiaf hia seat Just as she turned to take it, without so much as thanking him, she concen trated all the venom of a hateful dispo sition in the remark : " If there were any gentlemen in the car they would not allow a lady to go the length of it before giving her a seat." She had not time to get seated before the insolent remark escaped her, when the gentle man who had offered her his seat quick ly slid back into it again and quietly remarked r "I think the 1di orA all seated." The rebuke was so deserved, and withal so capitally administered, that a murmur of applause escaped from nearly every one in the car, and the crestfallen woman soon rung the bell and slighted. A 5ew Torso. The Berlin Museum is about to come into possession of a Torao, a headless and armless -Torso, but one of great antique worth. It is a female figure, small, life-size. The position of the body indicates a dancer or baccbantin, even if the casticets on the right leg did not positively prove it. The char acteristic form, the fall of the light drapery, the execution of parts, partic ularly a well-preserved foot, all show the finest and most cxauinita workman- ship. The artist selected for his work the best, finest-grained Parian marble. If it be real Grecian work, and out of which period,' has not been decided. No similar statue is known to exist in any of the museums of the present day. The Torso was brought secretly in Rome and no mention of the matUr' was allowed to be made until it was beyond the clutches of the Italian Gov ernment. If it proves to be, as sup posed, an original, tha nnunm ha m. cured a cheap prize for the outlay of 4,uuu vnaiers. xne agents ox r ranee were treating for it at the same time, but the German agent was fortunate in not deliberating over the matter. Fatz or Euros. Somebody has been summing up the fata of Kings and Emperors, as follows: Out of 2,540 Emperors or Kings, over sixty-four na tions, 293 were dethroned, 64 abdicated, 20 committed suicide, eleven went mad, 100 died on the battle field, 123 were made prisoners, 25 were pronounced martyrs and saints, 151 were assassina ted, C2 were poisoned, and 103 were sentenced to death. Total, 9C3. I m - ' i - - ,mm The Frylnjc-Pan. The Anti-Frying-Pan League is the latest movement, and the need for it is in the everlasting frying of meat, in the use of so much lard, and in the preat number of doughnuts made. Frying has only one recommendation that is. ease with which it is done. We are told by the apostles of the Anti Fry ing League that farmers' wives are short-lived because they fry so much, and the children are short-lived be cause so much lard injures their deli cate stomachs ; but it seems that farm ers themselves are long-lived, not be cause they eat lard, for their stomachs are strong, but it it to be presumed, beciuse they hve no frying to da This is a little illogical, because we are told that frying is eay work, and it so happens that it ia not'trn that f.f-. live longer than their wives. Take the country through, and quite as msny old women will be found as old men, and the probability is there are more extremely old women than extremely old men. Women have many cares and vexations, but they are not exposed to unfavorable influences like men. Men and women rise and fall together. The trouble is not so much in frying as in what is fried. Fried apples and fried potatoes are unobjectionable. But fried salt pork the year in and out is un doubtedly injurious, and it does not make much odds whether it is boiled or fried. Indeed, our people eat toe much meat, and they would find it to their advantage to use more fruit, more sugar, and even more cake. The cry against lard is constant, but the article does not differ much from olive oil, which has been in use from the earliest ages, and the human stomach seems ab- I a A mm . Boiuteiy io need lat in some form to carry on digestion. There are i where pies made with extremely short cruo nave proved specmcaily medi cinal. It is tolerablr refrierati city people and literary people who al 1 . a . " . - . mm more aoout their victuals than their manners to lecture thtir habits, while if they should come out into the country and go to work thev Would auicklv adnnt mn- f 1A habits they despise ; though it is to be granted they would retain some worthy of being retained. A Neat Rereoge. Burleiffh. the New YnrV C) W . w w mm. dent of the Boston Journal, writes as iouows:. An amusin? incident nccnrre1 Via other day on one of the trains from 1a A Am . Ma id&ion to tnis city. The cars were very crowded. An elegantly dressed woman occupied an entire seat. Her bundles, bandbox, and bag wero piled artisti cally. She was oblivous to the fact that passengers were rushing back and forth to obtain sittings. More thsn one gentleman drew himself up in front of the imperious dame, and silently plead for the vacant spot. She fanned herself leisurely, lolled in the seat, and evidently thought that things were very comfortable as they were. Ia that seat occupied, madam?" said a well dressed gentleman, very politely. " Yes, it is," was the snapping reply. The man walked on. Iu half an hour the door opened, and in walked a tall, rongh fellow, coarse as a Polar bear. Hia huge beard was uncombed and stained with tobacco juice. His clothes were illy put on, and smelt, of the stable. He waa ungloved, and brawny, and weighed full 200. He ran his eye along the car, and caught the seat on which our lady was sitting. Hemtdefor it. With great deliberation he Reized hnn. die, bandbox, and bag, put them plump into the lap of the lady, and sat down in the vacant spot like one who intended to stay. If looks could have annihila ted a man there would havo been a corpse in that car about that time. The man seemed very much at home. He whistled; he spit; he stroked his beard ; he threw round his hnge arms, and chuckled inwardly at the evident rage of the woman. She left the cars at New Haven, and had hardly gone before the gentleman who was refused the seat reappeared. To some gentle men who seemed to take a great inter est in the proceedings, he said: "Did you see how that woman treated me ?" "Yes." "Did you see how she was come up with ?" " Yes." " Well, th&t man is a horse doctor that sat down beside Ler. He belongs to Bull's Head. I gave him a dollar to ride with that woman as far as she went." The car roared. A SooTenlr Extraordinary. Mark Twain in one of his articles speaks of the lady who treasures a pre cious slice of bread from which Dickens had taken a bite. This sounds like the broadest burlesque, but the following anecdote, which is literally true, and illustrates many people's foolish desire for relics, shows that Twain wrs hardly burlesquing in hia essay : The last time that Mr. Dickens was in this country he happened one mernin cr to breakfaat at the common table of the hotel where he was etoPDinir. When he had atn his egg he dropped the empty shell into his egg-cup, and after finishing his breakfast left the table. As soon aa he had rone a ladv who had aat next him arose, and taking up the egg-cup went to the hotel proprietor and of&red to purchase it of him at any price, and the unwashed egg-cuo containing the broken shell is now kept by her as a souvenir of the great novelist. ResaiclUtlon ef Drowned Persons. The Massachusetts Humane Society has issued a card with these directions for restoring persons apparently drown ed : Convey the body to the nearest house, with head raised. Strip and rub dry. Wrap in blankets. Inflate the longs by closing the nostrils with thumb and fingers. and blowing into the mouth for cibly, and then pressing. with hand on the chest. Again blow in the mouth and press on the chest, and so on for ten minutes, or until he breathes. Keeo the body warm, extremities also. Continue rubbing do no give up so long aa there ia any chinos of success. Prizes for. the best lotves of bread, to be made by the students, is a te and hopeful feature of several female seminaries this year. .Items of InterrtU An Arizona girl shot her lover, and then nursed him UnderlT till ho died, nis last word were: "I forirayou, Mary ; you did it with an irory handled pistol." Mr. Beecher has discovered a remedy for somnolency in church. It conits of .sitting down st homejn a,rorkicg chair, about the time the seoAnd bell rings, and taking out a nap there. The statistics of New Zealand -for 1R72 show a population in 1 SCO of TG -390; in 1872 of 273.273. Tber was a falling off in the valre of tbr gold ex ported fa 1872. In 171 It waa 2.787. 520, and in 1872 1,731,261. SUte Senator Powell of Newport, R. L, returned $50, ent Lira in parmeut of services astaembei of a sprcial com mittee, with the, ataWment that ho nevrr allowed himself to take pay for extra services as a member of the Legis lature. Kate Stanton asserts thtt the planeta revolve around the sun by the influ ence of love, as a child revnl his parents. When the average youth was a ooy ne usea to revolve rouu-1 bis parents a rood deal, and mv hve been incited thereto by love, but - an unprejudiced observer it looked power fully like a trunk-strap, - Conversation between an Innnirinv stranger and a steamboat pilot : ' That is uiacx Mountain? "Yes, sir; the highest mountain above Lake Oeorge. " Any story or legend connected with that mountain f i"LoU nfVm T lovers went up that mountain one and never came back again." "Imfed? Why, what became of them V Went down on the other side." A countrv man with hia bride atnnr.1 at a Troy hotel the other dy. At din- ner, wnen tne waiter presented a lull of fare, the vounir man innnira V)..t that?" "Thafa a bill of fare," said the waiter. The countryman took it in his hands, looked inquiringly at his who and men at the waiter, and finally dove down into hia pocket and in quired, " How much is it ?' As for the comparative longevity of drinkers and non-drinkers, the Eogluh life insurance actuaries, whose buines it waa not to be mistaken in such a os culation, have found that among 1.000 drinkers and 1,000 non-drinkers, taken at random at twenty years of age. the drinkers lived upon an arersge tbiity fire vears and six months, and the non drinkers sixty -four years and two months. , , , San Francisco rejoices over the puri tp of its lacteal flaid, and it is with cer tain nervous pride thtt can rrnly be ex perienced by the upright and law-(earing, that the residents of the placa pro- t A m m pound the following conundrum to all persons that have a snsDicion c t vr. dancy atached to them : Why ia a S4n rrancisco milkman like Pharaoh s daughter? Because he takes m little profit out of the water. ' A Chicago poet, noon bearing that Nilsson was about to erect enw khmla upon her Peoria lots, has bnrst forth into the following verse: "Christine, innsune, Uiy milking do the morn and eve between, and not by the dim re ligious light of the fitful kerosene ; for the cow may plunge, and the lamp ex plode, and the fire fiend ride the pale, and shriek the knell of the burning town in the glow of the molten pail!" Thu is a bad year for RuIan noble men. One of them in Kentnckv. a. count, purchased two thousand acre of isnd there recently and agreed to - p j in ninety dsys (or as soon as his remit tances came to hand), $300,000 for the property. In the meantime ho borrow ed ten dollars from the owner of the land, and, subsequently, when the lat ter was walking out in one of tha fields to take a last farewell look at his former possession, he found the count dead drunk, lying in a corner of a fence. Tbomaa Whartoc. one of the rrev of the United Statea steamer End bring at the foot of Essex street. Jersey City, became temporarily insane in consequence oi unoaicg to exoesn, and pullintr out his Pocket-book, containing $130, tore it into pieces and threw it oTeruoard. lie then lumped overboard and swam under the dock, where for some time be eluded the efforts o! thoae who were trying to rescue him.. He wss finally caught and taken to the station-house, where a drv anil of clothes waa furnished him. Henry Ward Beeefcer's Work. It Is almost to be regretted that Mr. Beecher is so popular, so much loved, and so much sought alter. If he could be more of a recluse, if be could live more slowly, there can hardly be a question that his work would laat longer. There are so msny calls on him now that he ia compelled to write and speak nearly at the rate the writer scribbles when the printers are calling for more copy." A apeech, an article, an editorial, a sermon are thrown' od with such rapidity that there ia no time to trim the rongh edges. And this man does an amazing deal of work. He edits a large religious weekly, con tributing its principal editorial a, writes for the Ledger regularly, is generally at work on some book, is constantly speaking in public, and preache two aermona a week, which are the only ones beard in these parts worthy of regular, publication. . Several dirices hsve enjoyed the Lonur of puhhahed sermons, but only Henry Ward Bcher has managed to keep up the aupply of matter worthy of the type-otter's at tention. A large publiahing-house lives almost entirely on his brains. An Important Expedition Advises received from Puerto Prin cipe from private sources are of consid erable interest. Trustworthy informa tion through insurgent sources reports the arrival of an expedition under Agyilera on the north eoaat,,with 4,000 Remington and Peabody arms, six pieces of mountain artillery, and a large quantity of ammunition. All the material was safely landed and commu nication established with the forces of Maximo Gomez. Thia ia said to be the most im no riant vnJition rotten nn I by the insurgents since the first year of tho wax. T r'N
The Franklin Courier (Louisburg, N.C.)
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July 17, 1874, edition 1
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