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W' CAS U-V i VOL. IX.--THIRD SERIES SALISBURY, II. C.: JAIIUARY, 3, 1878. ? , T ,' " HPT ' 2 7 M ' ' n TOT j i - 1 '- - e j Mt. Verxox, N. C., Dec. 10, 1877 Deab Watchman :-Tlmt a very large : j - w v proportion perhaps as many as four-, ituwai New Year's eve Th trf. SfthT of roauk nd-from the merchant WArB JL, -;t f Greets SSlliouaireo .e humblest streetpddler- Pestrians, the jin 5om - the monarchial and presidential of Wagb-belU was ever and anon heads of covernmenis jo ine cro-ruaus f-masters and pot-house politicians - . , -, i, Trill Ul in uiivw , - : r w v lei privatand raarincfrom the farmer merry nes tle poor and, wretched jost and herdsman of thoiinds of , acres and ped against tlie gay and Imppy t and this njyralds of cattle to the peasant ; laborer life-picture, like all others, had its dark of a three acre pptato-patch-froin 7 the back-ground. . Snde and leSirting to the country school- niaster-fibtn the richest to the poorest, and from tefehet to the lowest, in all I" ,1 iMMcnlationR. is a wll-known and constantly evident and acknowledged fygtf,- .... . , t- s ; now inejr m, ; wuuC ugijr larce numbers, is a matter not quite so patentable and plain it is assiguabte to an innumerable variety of minor causes, in length and breath of logical dimensions, in light and shade or biographical col- forms otthe clouds in the heivens and the magical tiuts that diveisifv every por- tion of the widest autumn landscape. Yet if we were to attempt to condense tbese can m a "TT ' 1 i express them as briefly and inclusively as possible, we might say they are to be attributed either to the fate, the mis tale or the mismanagement of each individual's business. 1 use uie on jaie nere y- tint in a suDerstitions sense. . In therfirst place, God does not make ! and does not permit every man to succeed there is no chance for all to be wealthy and honored where diversity is the bssis , of the Eternal's wise and leneficientplan. Secondly, men mistake their callings so often. The fox-hunting and -frolicking .priests of some countries never had nor heard a call to preach they are clearly tui generis the rogues are really aiming rii -yv.... v - w at no avocation 1 rightly therefore they . are outside the pale of our consideration we only propose to consider men who are not impostors and who are doing or profess to be doing something bona fide. The professor, very late in life, has some times regretted that he was not born and reared. a ploughman;' The poet, who has struggled, vainly for eminence, when his gray hairs are thickening, wishes himself a boy again, that he might begin the study of Euclid and fight his way up foa . eollege chair lnsinatliematics instead . 01 trying. to cultivate a barren fimcy into competition with Homer and Shakespeare. Such are the "sad specimens of that old,, - old story : "If I could only live over again "what mighfl not te?" j Another immense crowd of our fellow creatures will, in spite of all moral pre cedent and all good advice, drink, keep . bad company, idle a round, get into all sorts of scrapes and mismanage and neg lect their business generally, as if it could take care of itself. Albeit there are many fmen of talotit and genius belonging to this class, they deserve little pity,synipathy or help. They are the worlds business reprobates bound to fail, because, for sooth, they Kill have it sol It is the second of the - aforementioned classes over whom the angels weep, andj for whom the hearts of good men bleed. Poor, lost, waudeiihg travellers! They have taken the wrong road perhaps a kind father and mother, when they were little children, gave them the very direc tions in implicitly following which tliey have lost their, way ! How sad ! Such a boy was reared and educated for thepnl pit he is a third-rate preacher, but would . make a splendid engineer he talks to a listless, sleepy set of hearers every Shn- -day.. Such another one is in a greafclty, up in a garret, trying to eke out a scanty living aud to keep his wife and children from downright starvation by. writing for the press; If he had staid on the farm where he was born, he might now have. been m the midst, of plenty he was not made to write books, but to maul rails and hoe potatoes- Yn briefless, poverty stricken lawyer is in that line because his father was an eminent jurist and wanted 7ti to be One. That old-maid school ma'am ought to have married that stout young farmer, wheu she was twenty-four, gone to work,' and let spectacles aud liter ary labor alone. That broken merchant ought to have been a minister that min ister a merchants that lawyer a doctor- that doctor a lawyer.1 But what is the chief lesson to parents, from these fail ures T AVhy, learn your children all to work, and, if practicable, bind tliein to Home good trade that is thet oad to nealti and independence. There istoo much so-called higher edu cation of the hands and heart too many books and high schools for poor children, to make them .above honest manual labor. All should learn to read, write and count, but the clerkships and professions are too - -full: learn them to work, and they can shake their fists at grim Want any day. E. P. II. The Shot Gun PoUvy. The followiuff from theT Hillsboro Re corder, goes directly to the mark and every shot tells : "Thd National Jienublican, rad, very much fears the negro race will go down under the "shot gun policy" of the South. We are half inclined to agree with the Itenubliran. We met a day or two ago - half 11 dozen stout negro men, each one mounting a shot gun, and all bound- into the woods to kill time, or squirrels or something else ; nnd we meet some every day. Every negro man in the South owns a shot ifun ; and that shot gun is killing them otF iui fast as idleness produces want disease, and discasJ death." This is the way the negro is going, but it is by the shot gun in his own hands." Ex-Governor .FinchbaeS, of Louisiana, lias addressed au open letter 4o Governor Xicholl roRifrniiirf -hi nlace Tis United .. - -gy o : States Senator from that State. The citizens of Lincoluton are paying by subscription for having the river drag ged for the body of Mr. jjllarrisoir.Grice, who was drowned 011 the !iJiid ult. NORAH'S NP.OT VP a ry earu, ano ait tie world seemed to hiv forcrotten care. nnA falr v.i.m forgotten care, and taken a holiday. But Mng m at the, brilliantly lighted window pt ift confectioner, stood a littte 'girl, her face blue withhold and huneer eyes wistfulnd'pathetfc. - She had n a "S"t calico dress, shoes that were to large for her, and a strange kind of garmeni uau snawi, half clolh-so worn and patched that one eonld not tell its . . . . ' "riuJ1? - onSnl or color. 1 Her age was not over nine or ten, yet she seemed more like a little old woniAn than a child, There was an air of wisdom in the way 1,e .taracd ber had' and ?nnkled P her reiicaU, and pressed ner ltps together, as she gazed at the confectioner's candies and cakes, if she thought them all very Pretty, but at the ime time very unsub V A . . . . A. . tantial. Once or twice the child-nature showed itself in her yes, but wai quickb followed by an expression of gravity ad sorrow, touching in one so yong. Finally she turned away with a sigh, and at that instant the confectioner's door opened, and a lady, richly dressed, came ouc. aomerning in tne ciuld's lace or looks attracted her attention. She stop ped, drew the shivering little figure to ward the light, and scanned its curiously. "What is your name, dearf she asked, Kimiiy. "Norah," was the answer, given in a low voice, and with a look of wonder at the questioner. "Norah !" echoed the lady, turning pale. "Norah what?" "Norah Brady, ma'am." "ObV-and an expression, partly of re lief, partly of disappointment, swept over the listener's -face. Then she slipped some money into the child's hand, and whispered : "Spend it as you please, dear. It is a New Year's gift." Norah's cheeks flushed and she drew back a little proudly. "l ean not take it, ma'am," she answer ed, in even, steady tones. "Pappa would be angry if I did." - "Angry that you aceept a gift t Why so?" "Because we are poor, and when people give us things, he says it'sout of charity," But is that any reason for refusing them T" "Yes, for papa and I are independent, and had rather earn our own money." The little figure straightened itself with an air of dignity almost womanly. "You are a strange child," was the re ply, and the lady looked interested and amused. "Tell me where you live T The street and number were named, and then Norah raised her honest blue eves and said softly: "Please don't think me 'ungrateful, ma'am." You are very kind indeed. Only, that papa has seen better days, and it hurts him now to-be noor. or I mitrht. perhaps, keep it." And X 7 C? ' she handeiTback the money with a wist ful little glance that spoke volumes. "Have you a mother, dear 7" question ed the other. The blue eyes filled with tears. "No, ma'am." sho answered, in a quivering voice "Mamma died three years ago." Whr was it that a throb of pain stirred the listener's heart at these words? What wis Norih's mother to her? She felt drawn toward the child, she hardly knew whv -drawnrtoo, toward the dead mother, oini the stranjre. proud father. Norah's Dt-ftD Xnrah' name, were like those of a 7 , sister she had lost by a separation al most worse than death. She had never forgotten it, and to-night the memory of that olden time softened her heart, and fmade her pitiful toward the grief of others But all this while her carriage stood waifr ing, with a white-haired old gentleman inside, and the coachman impatiently, stamping his feet. "I must leave you," she whispered to Norah at last, longing to clasp the little figure to her breast. "I shall come noj did you not mention all this 111 your let see you soon, may I not ?" Then, seeing ters the vile plot, the stolen money !" the child hesitated to reply, she added: "Yes, and more too. I told of my deso Are you afraid papa will object! Tell , late condition in New York, alone and him charity has nothing to do with it, but friendless, for as soon as we landed I tied it is for my own sake, aud because you remiud me of some one I loved years ago, that I wish to come." . Norah was a hospitable little soul, aud the beautiful lady had completely won her heart." Papa will be glad to see you," she said, simply "and, I too." "Thank you, dear." Then moved by a sudden impulse, the lady stooped down and kissed hen The coachman, looking on, rubbed his eyes, and thought that per haps Norah was some princess in disguise. And so she was, aud by a right more roy al than that of blood or money. "What child was that V ' questioned the white-haired old gentleman, as the lady took her seat in the carriage and bade the coachmandrive on. "Some beg gar with a tale of distress that touched your sympathy ?" He looked at her foud ly; and in a manner that showed she was ther"oue woman of the world" to him. Not a beggar," and the lady smiled and told how Norah had refused the money. "But ther child interested me strangely. She has eyes like those of the little Norali I left in Ireland, and for a minute I had a faint hope that my search was at last ended.' - But her father's name is Brady." "And youra iras O'Connell," said the gentleman. "And it was not here,-but to France, that he migrated." "I know," and a touch of impatience came into her voice. "It was but for a minute, as I said. ! Afterward I under stood how impossible it was." She sighed bitterly ,s and went on "I wonder if this is to be the punishment for my sin and follythat I am, never to know, the fate of those I deserted." ; f -a "That girlish sin and folly, as you call it, dear wifev has been expiated long since," was the answer. "Let ' the past bury iUjdead. . pp not make yurself mis- rTl!1 W v!rinf nlVia oaTinQ "I am not unhappy," ' she sid softly. "Why should I bet Every wish is grati fied save one that of reconciliation with my parents, and perhaps it is right this should be denied me." "Has it ever occurred to you that they may be deadt" asked the gentleman, looking at her compassionately. "Many times," she answered. "But I cannot make myself believe it. Something seems to tell me they are living and in want." "Qh, that is because the agent we sent over to Ireland told us your father had lost his property. You would naturally think of him as poor after that." " Yes, and when pride is joined to pov erty, the struggle is the Itarder. Father was a strange man ; stern, and hauty and obstinate, but under the harsh exterior hid one of the warmest hearts that ever beat. I can understand why he left Ire land so suddenly, and cover up all traces of his flight, lest those who had known him in prosperity should witness his humilation. He could not have borne that ; it would have been the added drop of bitterness that would have choked him. But moth , . , , : was uie oniy living person wnoKnew now to manage him. Every one else was sure to see the worst side of his nature." "Ah, yes ! you have told me of her be fore. But I cannot understand, Kate, why she never answered your letters. Yoiv were but seventeen when you eloped with that villian a mere child and surely she might have given you some words of help and comfort when your heart was almost broken by his baseness. True, he was your wedded husband, and held vou by a bond strouger than that of parents ; but their silence was cruel and I cannot forgive them for it." "You do not know how I have tried their love. Mv father warned me against the man. mv mother told me of his false- hood and wickedness, and I deceived, be trayed them both. Oh, I was guilty of such base subterfuge, it seemed as if a demon had entered into me, and I was no longer my real self. Whatever they said only increased my obstinacy and made mo more infatuated with the object of their censure. Besides, you must reniem- , ir my father had reason to think I rob bed biin in the night of my departure, though the theft was committed without my knowledge, aud by the wretch into whose hands I had trusted my honor aud happiness. That I could have been so blinded to his real character seems im possible now ; but he had a winning, plausible manner, and I was vain and foolish, fond of flattery aud admiration." "You fled to America at once, did you , not, and wrote home from there T" "Yes. My husband's villainy was first ' revealed to me on board of the ship that j took us over. I accidently came across 'the money he had stolen from my lather, hind recognized the purse that held it as 1 one I had knitted myself. I nsked for an explanation, and he gave it boldly, gloating-over the idea of what he called a just and righteoous vengeance, instead ; of the hateful crime it seemed to me. It was there I found out there had been a feud of loug standing between him and un father, and that it was for this he had married me, and thus struck his enemy to the heart." ."Though the villaiu is dead, it makes my blood boil to think of him, Kate. Hut from the wretch whom the law had made my husband. He followed me, persecut ed me, prevented my obtaining any re spectable employment ; and oh ! the ter rible life that I led those two years that he lived. It is dreadful to say it, but his death was actually a relief." "And they neverauswered your letters!" said her husband indignantly. "I cannot u n derstau dsuch vi n dicti veness." "The first one was returned unopened," she answered ; "of the others I never had auy tidings. But I am sure they would have forgiven me had they known it all. It uiay be the letters were iutercepted. The suspicion has occurred to me lately that they fell into my husband's hands, and that he re-mailed and stamped that -flrst one to deceive me and prevent my writing others." "Don't call that man your husband, Kate. It makes me shiver. He was capa ble of anything, and I have no doubt your suspicion was correct. But surely you wrote after his death!'?, "I did not! she replied J "I was so utterly heart-broken, by hlitliat had oc curred, as to , believe myself . an .outcast from love and v kindness forever more. ya know .what I j suffered .and how I weat from place to place, vvainly seeking employment. ; . The ; stage was the- only means of livelihood that offered : itself. Ah ! can I ever forget from . what a life you rescued me, the humble ballet-girl T" "But remember you said; It was from love, not gratitude, that . you became my wife. For i am old enough to be. your father, Kate, : and ha 1 you refused me what I craved, would, have adopted jou as my daughter." ; j "01dii?yeais,butypiliig;in heart," she answered. -"If my! first marriage was a wretched mistake, my second is indeed Ibjelt. and crowned with ' Bich happiness as 1 never nopea to enjoy." The carriage had reached the suburbs I of the city by this time, and now stopped before a large house with an old-fashion- ed, hospitable aspect very inviting. J "Home at last!" said the geitleman, jumping out as nimbly as if he had been younger. "Come, Kate." She followed, and leaning on his arm went up the steps and into the house. No further allusion was raad by either biuc hi uits Buujeci, 01 meir conversation 1 i-il. 1 i. il. i . I during the drive. 15ut the thoughts of one kept coutinually recurring t the child she had seen in front of the corfectioner's; and when Kate Hillard closed her eyes in sleep that night, it was with the firm re- solve to see Norah's father cany next day, and find out who he was and whence he came, for Norah's words, Nonh's looks, seemed like an echo from th past, and had in them something of the spirit sho remenibercd. 1 I Norah's thoughts were as fill of her as hers of Norah. "Such a levely lady !" mused the child, as sho hurrfcdhome. "I don't think papa would have minded my taking the money, if he could have , heard all she said, and seen exactly how she looked it is Aew lears Eve, and what if she were not a real lady, but just some fairy going about doing good. I saw a nice old gentleman inside her car- riage, though, ami a live coachman on top. I guess she's flesh and bipod like the rest, only kinder and more thoughtful." It was towards a wretched quarter of the city that Norah bent her steps, and the tenament where she stopped was old and dilapidated and crowded with human beings. She ascended the stars aud found ; her way to a room dimly-lighted by a tallow candle. The door stood open and she entered soitly. 1 lien shading her eyes with her hand, she looked around. There was a bed in one corner, and upon that 1 lay u ln!ln asleep "Poor papa," she thought ; he is tired out. The doctor says he ought not to work, but he will, and I can't help it. I ' almost wish 1 had taken the money. It would have bought a chicken and I could have made him some broth to-morrow. But he wouldn't have eaten it if he knew how I got it-'.- Oh, dear! it is so hard to be poor and have a sick father." She bustled about a little, setting the room to rights, and tried to look cheerful, though she was down-hearted. But the tears came in spite f her when she went to the cupboard and looked in to see what there was for breakfast. Only a few dry crusts and a small piece of bacon. . If it had not been New Year's eve their poverty would not have seemed so bitter. She had gone hungry before and never com- ! plained, but now, looking at her pale, worn father, and ipmemberiug the sad Christmas they Imd spent, heart rebelled, aud she almost doubted the goodness of bod, who let poor people suner tnus. Then her mother's sweet face rose up be- fore her as if in reproach, and she folded her hands together and breathed a prayer for help and comfort. Poor Norah ! a child in years, but weighed down with a j woman's cares, old in trouble and the wisdom born of it. It was well that she had early learned where to look for guid- ance when sore and distressed aud buf feted by the world. Her father did not awake, and sh finally took up the bit of candle and re tired to an inner room hardly larger than a closet. Its only furniture was a little cot-bed. Into that she crept after un dressing herself, and soon fell asleep. She dreamed of an engel with the face of the Iteautiful'lady who, in some magical way had been changed into a fairy, all spang- les and lace. The sun was nearly an hour high when she awoke the next morning, though her room was still dark, for it had butouelittle window high up thatopened on a brick wall. But she rubbed her eyes and look ed arouud as 'if bewildei-ed, for surely some one beut over her, and whispered, spftly, "Little sister! Little sister!" She sat up in bed, and she felt two arms clasp her close, and warm kisses rain down on brow and lips and cheeks. She was not afraid, only wondered what it all meant aud whether she was really in own little room, or in fairyland, or in heaven. "Dress quickly, dear," said the voice she had heard first. "There is a gentle- man waiting for you." The voice was that of the beautiful lady aud so was the form that she recognized by the dim light. Half believing it a dream still Norah slipped on her clothes, - T- -. . - - - and with her hand clasped in that of her companion, opened the door of the other room.; Then she saw the white-haired old gentleman she remembered so well, and her father talking cosily together; and if she had been puzzled and bewild ed before she was even more so now. VCome here, daughter," said Mr. O'Grady, or0'ConneU,as he was called thereafter. MThe New Year lias brought you a sister." "What do you mean, papaT" Norah stammered. "Tell her Kate," whispered the white haired gentleman. Mr. O'Connell had heard the story be fore, but he listened again as the sweet voice trembled in its narration, and once wiped a tear furtively from her eyes. ."Mv Sister! Mv wni nxevi ' Kiatort" cried Norah. joyfully, clasninir Kate close, Then in'jtlosliolce she added," "The last word mamma spoke was youTname5- At this tears came into the eyes of both, and Mr. Hulard, seeing them, rose hasti ly and said, "Come, come, Kate, it is time we were going. Your father is ready, aud so is Norah. You can talk all you W'aut to afterward." Mr. 0 Connell's reluctance to aecepthis daughter's hospitality was finally over- come and he consented that Norah and him- 1 . 1 li . . . - . li sen snouia maice part or her household, His pride was great, and had led him to J assume a false name, and almost make a martyr of Norah, but he bad begun to have faint perception that a great deal of error and selfishness were mancled with it, and was ready to make amends. He soon afterward recovered his health, and through Mr. Hillard'sinstrumentalitv obtained employment at once lucrative and honorable, so that he was enabled to sunnort both himself aud Norah inripnon- dently. Norah grow more like a child, and less like a woman, under the new inflenceabv which she Was surrounded. But she was . . I none the less true and honest, and her sister ircjoiced to see the signs of eare fade out of the young face that had once been so sadly mature. Uni neither Norah, nor Kate, nor Mr. O'Connell ever forgot the day that usher ed in their new-found happiness, and to them the New Year brings greater joy than any other holiday. A MAN WHO SAW A MULE DIE. Ain't it a curious thins that nobodv .. . . ever sees a mule die!77 remarked an old teamster in Gumbert & Webber's saloon, vNo man living ever saw a mule die, I a'poso!' Thus remarked Mr. 'Tiiini!. licrhfintr a fresh cii;ar : "In 1850 I was minins on ' 1 the South Fork of the Yuba. nn,i it. my turn to cook for mv gang. We took turns each week, you know. Well. I was going to show how economical I could run the commissary. I went and boujrht a peck of dried apples ; they were all stuck together in a lump, but I got 'em jam med into a pot, poured in some water and started the fire. Presently a few of 'em began to rise up to the top of the pot, and so I skimmed 'em off and put 'em in a pan. Pretty soon some more bulged up, and I skimmed them off and put 'em in a n, !.: t i, ' w t pan. a i&iov tiumj m. x iicui skimmed that blasted pot a while, I had to get another pan and then another, and by the time I got four pans heaped up, dang my skin if there wasn't more apples in the pans than there was in the pot. That is I thought so at the time. I kept getting more pans and buckets, and lard cans, and all the time plumb frightened death for fear some of the boys would come in and see how extravagant I was, for j had l)eeu biowin how cheap t rnu the mess. The blasted apples still kept eomin' out ot tne pot. l put some paiers on the fbor and covered 'em with fruit, and by Jove, the place looked like a Santa Clara fruit dryingestablishment, and the pot was still bilin' full.' 'What has that got to do with a mule dyin ?' Wait a minute. I'm comin' to the mule. Finally I irot desperate aud dump- ed over twelve bushels of the apples back of the cabin, behind a tree. In about an hour I heard a devil of a noise, and ran out. What do you suppose I found? Why, a four hundred dollar mule kicking in the agonies of death. The apples were all gone; the mule nearly so. He was swelled up like a balloon, and the first I thing I knew he busted. Pledge my word, gentlemen, he exploded like a giaut pow- der blast, and orougnt tne wnole camp to J the place. I kept still ; they conld not find the mule, aud it cost 'em $10 to ad vertise a reward for him iu the Sacramen to Union. About two weeks afterwards they caught a couple of Greasers hauging round, and they put it up that they stole the mule, so the' hung 'em. I was there, but I did not say a word for fear the boys would find out how extravagant I had ruu the commissary. Let's have something.' I The Holston Annual Methodist Cos- I fkkence adopted a petition to the Gen- I eral Conference of the Methodist Episcopal I Church South, which meets next May, ask- ing that the name of the Church be changed to "Episcopal Methodist Church." It is prob- able that the General Conference will also be asked to invite the Northern Methodist Church to withdraw from the South, not- I withstanding the settlement lately made by commissions of the two boies' EEV. J. 1 MILLER'S LECTUBE. We find in the Shephcrdslown Reg ister the following abstract, whiclTwe commend to the attention of the young. A morbid sensitiveness sometimes pre vents the truth from being spoken. We are pleased to see such men as Revs. Miller and Fry striking such successful blows at some of the secret crimes of the day. H. At a meeting of the Young Men's Christian Association of Staunton, Va., on Tuesday night of last week, Rev. J. I. Miller, principal of the Staunton Female Seminary, delivered an address upon the subject of "Integrity," from which we extract the following plain and wholesome truths, and we. hope that every young. lady who reads this miclrVinfit-ltta "Another foe to integrity is the low estimate placed upon purity of princi ple and of life in the young, and es pecially the young men. There are those who not only countenance the idea, but will contend that we ought not to expect that the young men will fail to 'sow their wild oats,' and that one species of this oats is the departure irem tne patn 01 purity, xes, tnere .1 ,1 I , "XT . I are men mature in life, men who, from their general character, fatuity connec tious, standing in society and even the Church, we ought to expect better things of, are not slow to give currency to tpe most degrading, most demorahz- mg declaration that all young men .are guilty of this form of immoralitv A. declaration which the speaker, with all the earnestness ot his nature, pro- nounced an infamous slander. And yet this opinion has found such generaty currency that young ladies have come to the conclusion that if they were to .Ml .1 I t f i wan 1111 tne nana 01 anion 01 pure principle and Jite was ottered them, tnev wou,d nofc be blessed with a lite Parincr If this werejrue, said the speaker, I would say to you with all the inten sity of my nature, live and die unbles sed with the love and companionship of a husband, rather than wed moral and often physical loathsomeness. And here I must be indulged with a remark or two strictly germain to the subject, but which from false notions of delicacy are too often suppressed. Ti iL:.. tm U T 1 l, 1 K. At " u,,s: luuug" lue respect and confidence in the integrity, I . . n 1 . . tne virture ot woman as a class, yet 11 has otten been a matter 01 inexplicable mystery to me tbat young girls 01 un- ii- 1 . ji 1 ii sullied purity uiemseives win coun- tenance, yea, encourage the attentions, welcome to their parlors and tables vounF men whom they can but know are debauchees. My advice to every lady is, shun such characters as vou would shun the infected district ot the plague or association with the leper. Give them to understand, in no unmistakable way, that you will shun Uiem as ihey would ehun and despise you, quillu of a like sin. Nothing does more to break down the integrity ot our young men in this fearful phase of it, than the encouragement given I. , I f uy umerwioe gouu jjwjjic wi wiuum- nity to the notion that such deviation from virtue's path must be expected in them ; and worse, that young ladies, pure as the virgin snow in lite and character, will knowingly smile on and encourage the attentions of such. Had I a daughter, 1 would a thousand times rather see her arrayed in the drapery of death than that she should be united in the tendercst, dearest ot human tiis to such a beastialised spec imen of humanity. From my heart of hearts I pity the 3'oung bnd whose snowy attire in which she is led to the altar is strikingly signih cant of the .purity of her heart, but who stands there to be joined to one whose low views and base practices more truly fits him for the compan ionship only of a very diflerent class of characters. A man with such views and life can never be fitted for the high and ennobling companion ship of an intelligent, refined, virtu ous loving woman, lint while a deep, ardent sympathy for the noble daugh- ters 0f our an(j tempts me to linger on a Dhase of mv topic so intimately connected with their dearest interests for tjme noi t0 highest hopes for eternity, duty to ray audience requires mp advance Rev. J. B. Anthony, of Mt. Pleas ant, N. C, has accepted a call to the Giles charge, and will entei on his duties at once. His address wil', therefore, be Newport, Giles Co., Va. Rev. Anthony's ministrations in oth er places has been blessed with good results. He is a close sudenty and makes faithful use of the catechism iu preparing the young for church mem bership. The neglect of catechisati on in this Synod for so long a time has rendered the efforts in this direction, made during the last few years, a dif ficult and slow work. May the bless ing of God rest on Bro.Autlionv's labors. O. C. Paper. Acstriax Catholicism. -The Independ ent says: "The Old Catholics of Austria have just been granted legal recognition by the minister of education and worship1. riiey made application for recognitibh sev eral ycara ago ; but the government refused to accede to the request unless thev would H acknowledge themselves as secedcra from w the Koman Cathobc Church an admission which they were, of course, loth to make, but which they have, finally made.'ana their congregations, which are more nutdeBous, r than one would expect, have been placed on an independent footing." The German eor respondent of the London Guardian : sayn "In the northern corner of Bohemia, at and about Warnsdorf, there is a; very compact body of 25,000 Old Catholics; Ttenna' and 1 its dependencies number another 7000 j 'and at Ried and Stcier, on the Bavarian border, 8000 more. In Vienna the Salvator dmrch r has been given for their use. Very lately two Austrian priests have'iumed their backs on tneir homel3otifc!t vainonca at lireslau; and 'the other, cs . thetlral preacher at Linz, has gotmarried ia Breslau. But of priests at work in Austria in the Old Catholic cause there cannot, be more than half a dozen." "The Star ix the East." A correspon dent of the Philadelphia Inquirer corrects a common mistake in regard to "The Star in the EAst," and the usual manner of Christ mas decorations itrour homes. He says : Owing to bad punctuation in the sacred text, the Magij or Wise Men, who are also described as the "Wise Men of .the 'East," are msde ft say "For we have seen His star in the East whereas, it should read, "For we in the East have seen His star." The star was seen in their west They journeyed westward toward Judea from their eastern climes. Moreover the word translated "star"' is a misnomer; it really means a meteor, or bright, luminous object "pillar of fire." One tradition speaks of it a a gi gantic "cross of fire." The latter symbol has been sometimes adopted in our churches, and is not only appropriate, but symbolical. t may be placed either in the eastern or western portion of the church, but' no star of "greens' should be tolerated. ALBEMARLE AND CHESAPEAKE CANAL. Donn Piatt in a recent letter to the Cin cinnati Enquirer says the Huron disaster las developed the fact heretofore unknown to the country, and of course neglected by the Government, tliirt from Chesapeake Bay to the south end of Pamlico Sound there is an inland sea and river navica tioa now open to vessels of not over five hundred tons, by which all the dangers of Cape Hatteras can be avoided. An ex penditure of a hundred thousand dollars on the part of the Government in dredg ing a few channels would open this route to vessels of the heavier tonage. And following the line of rivers and sounds connecting with them the Gulf of Mexico can be reachedT -The advantages to be gained are great iu the way ef trade, but" the important fact is that with this im provement a long line of dangerous coast could be guarded by iron-clads that are found not to be seaworthy torpedoes, aad the safe cheap transportation of troops, provisions, and materials of war provided aud so escape the heavy expenditure of costly fortifications for which we, have no guns, and a navy for which wo have no money, nor,Ht appears, brain or honesty We sincerely hope that the attention of Congress as well as "the country" will be attracted to this-development, and that measures will be inaugurated to take ad vantage of the facilities offered the Fede- Hal Government for inland navigation in Eastern Carolina, They-are unquestion ably of national importance as will some day be fonud out. Iial. Observer. " A WICKED HOAX. A fun loving Brooklyn man removed the setting from his big gold ring the oth er day, leaving a inarkedraud decided va? cancy. He gets on a street car. holds his hand so that the ring must be seen, and pretty soon a mau bends forward and re marks : "Excuse me, sirj but you have lost the setting from your ring." "Sol have," replied the owner, as lie looks around on theTtloor." : Every passeuger began te peer around and the man who made the discovery finally asks. i "Was it a valuable; set ?" J "It was a thousand dollar diamond," is the calm reply. There is another move on the part of the passengers. Some look along the seat, some under it, aud some' make a dive for pearl buttons, aud 'other small objects. "When did you miss it f asked the first man as the search weakened a little. "A year and a half aero, when I was at- tending camp-meeting in Illinois !" is the sad reply. Then every- passenger straightens up, cverj' eye looks into vacancy, and not the faintest smile can be seen on any face. A person boarding the car just then would wonder what great man iu the city had 1 jst rtie. "ud if t,,e lni i were 011 their way to-take a sad farwell look at his remains. Materials are being collected for a biog raphy of Bishop Jno, by hi daughter. T - 1 I- "