'. : . , : , . ' . 4..' " ,,; , ,- . V ; . , '( v' ' ' V I?. wf! trwwwwiWrtVV w .As-mw . r r,j '" yfcEit.w-'-iwii;iii,iiiiiiiii i mn as W' Kal tr I jjfl..n" . , . . ., i . ., Li JAB. 'C NUTTY, Publisher. DEVOTED . TO THE GENERAL INTERESTS OF CALDWELL, WATlTOf, ASHE AlfD ADJACENT COUNTIES. .VOL. I. LENOIR, N. C, THURSDAY, APftIL 6, 1870. aaai aa v' 7 j - liy the laks b-fyond iba meadow, '' w"her-i tbe Mies blow, An the ypniiK moou dipt and lifted ffn reflected bow; Lived nd died a dream of btauty, Mauy )in ago. Honiethinp made the milk-white blossoms Even whiter grow : Something t ave (he dying sunset An luteuaer glow, Ad eariebed tbe cup of pleasure, ' Fillud tooveiflow. Hope was frail, and passion fleeting ; ' It la Often eo ; Vimons born of golden aunseta ' With the sansets go ; To have loved Is to bar suffered "Martyrdom below. By the lake beyond the meadow, Where tbe lilii s blow, (lb. lb glory there that perished -Noti shall em know When' rihtnau huart was broken KTaby years ago.' A Bound-Girl's Valentine. HV UL1VK IIKI.1.. Februar'Had come In like a lamb. The grass cm the sloping hillsides around a cosy farmnouse,on the outskirts of the village of Riverside, looked green and inviting in the psji yellpw (low of the setting sun. There was a peculiar opaline tint in the cloudless sky, and farnltht Wt, some broad bars crossed the horizon like crimson banners. The air was? warm, And heavy with the frUr granoe 'of 'moist' ferni and velvety mosses that grew rank and wild in the strip of dense woodland that skirted the. river,, where a young girl stood, shading her eyes with her Iiand, an she gazed up at the opaline sky, out of which the sunset glow was slowly Hilling; then down at, the blue waters that flowed at her feet with a musical ripple. No one that she was aware of bad ever told Nellie Blaine Margaret Allen's bound girl that she was a beauty. Yet she was one, for all that, and only lacked the cosily setting that embellishes less charming gems, to translorm her Into what the world might call a ''lovely woman." A wild losesojtof a beauty she was, too, wow'erfiilly Unarming in her un conscious loveliness, so shy that a kind word would sfnd floods of crimson into the pyach like checks, and the slightest frown make the scarlet lips quiver like a baby's. There w as a spice of romance in her nature, born, perhaps, of her utter loneliness, for never, since she C4utd remember, bad Nellie heard a voice with a truly loving ring In it, for her parents had died when slfo was a helpless- infant, and Miss Allen, al though a strictly moral and religious woman, diil not believe in wasting her pieclous affections on a bound girl. 'Nellie!" screamed a shrill voice; rr Nellie was Just going off into a delicious dnv-(lream. "what are you doing?'' Nellie hastily snatched up a pall which she had heedlessly dropped, tilled it with water from the liver, and turned homeward. Miss Margaret met hr at the garden gate, wrath In her cold gray eves, and ner hair in slid curl papers, that always renMinlcfl Nellie of porcupine quills. "Wlmt on earth weie you standing therefor, staring at the sky?" she ex claimed, as Nellie reached her side. "Did 1 not tell you to hurry? Mr. Ja nilson will be here presently. Give ine that bucket; you know I'm always a frlht when I don't bathe my faco In that river water." Nellie meekly handed over the pall, with a mirthful twinkle in her bright, dark eyex, for Mr. Jamison was the new minister, a man popular for his elo quence and many virtues; and Miss Allen, who was at least teu years his senior had ben one of the first ladles In his congregation to impress him fa vorably, for the ieal with which she entered into all his charitable projects was truly encouraging. "Now, Nellie," said Miss Margaret, when they reached the doorstep, "go into the parlor and see that Che light is not,fW K'iruift- You. ki'ow I always look best when tho light is mellow." "YWs, ttia'am." "Th$i brink in some fresh water and havfrtli Cttko lit readiness. Mr. Jami son t'a lover of good cakes. And do, for pity Vdake, keep yourself out of his sight. 'If he caught a glimpse of you, he would. think 1 had established a rag ged school.", Nellie stood under the lall lamp, lookiue up at Miss Margaret, wio had paused on the stairs to deliver this last order. , "It Is not my fauU If I am iu rags," flashed OUt NeUle, with flaming cheeks. "1 have uot a decent dress in tbe world." "You have as good as I can afford," grumbled Miss Margaret, frowning at the young girl, whose bright loveliness star tie djier. ''Every cent I can spare must go to the heathen this . winter. Now go about your work, and; no more coinpUlntt.Vv r NeUtyj turned slowly Inio tho parlor, a smilo.playlng aboujfher ripe lips. Sho was. .nervously .twitching at the torn sleeves of her waterproof dress, and started back aghast wljeu her eyes fell on a tall figure that stood between her and the light; a curious light in the clear blue eyes. tliW i(!rncd',to take in Nellie's outfit from head 'to foot. "Mr. Jamison I" she exclalrried," with a sort ofjtasp, "I did not expect to meet DoBb'iit.'' M'is's'' Allen must have been out of tho house when I came in, as 1 saw ho one. Do you wish to see hcr?'!.aW.Mr. Jamison,, gently, lookimf kefaflr iftthe ytrdrhr girl, whord ho supposed to be ope of, Miss , Allen's needy neighbors, as he had often no ticed her iii some retlred.corner of Ids church, poorly dressed and so sad look ing, that lie had often longed to say some kind word to her. "Me!" echoed Nellie, with an amused smile. "I live here." "Live here! With Miss Allen?" "Live with MIxS Allen I" with a merry laugh at Mr. Jamison's surprise. "1 am her bound-girl, and of no account to anybody." 'Strange'" said Mr. Jamison, with a compassionate glance at tills ill-clad domestic heathen. "I have been a fre quent visitor at this house for the last three months, and never met you." "1 never ee anyone," replied Nellie, shyly lifting her eyes to the face that, for the last three months, she had been studying with an admiration that seemed almost a aiu, "How old are you ?" "1 Will be eighteen on St. Valentine's eve." 4 Ah! You will be free then." There was a world of relief In Mr. Jamison's voice. He gazed reflectively into the tire a moment or two, then looked at Nellie, who was nervously turning down the lights, until the room was bathed iu a mellow glow that heightened the beauty of her own rosy face wonderfully. "Miss ," began Mr. Jamison, slow ly. "Call me Nellie, Nellie Blaine, please!" interrupted Nellie with a blush. "Well, Nellie, what do you propose to do with yourself after St. Valentine's day V Stay with Miss Allen, of course." "No," cried Nellie, with a look of dismay; "t will die first." Mr. Jamison looked serious. He had I thought himself a good judge of human nature; but It struck him there must be j a page In Miss Allen's life that was a sealed book to the world s eyes. "11 you need a friend, remember no one will help you so readily as your pastor," he said, as Nellie was flitting out of the room. She nodded her thanks, her eyes meeting his one moment, with a glance that strangely upset the grave minister's thoughts. In fact, he was so thoughtful and reserved all that even ing, that Miss Allen, with all her bland ishments lulled to arouse him, and petu lantly remarked to Nellie the next morning that he scarcely tasted the cake after her wasting a dozen of eggs iu its concoction. The nest Sabbath, Mr. Jamison preached a stirring sermon from the lext: "The poor ye have always with you." The little rosy face, and shining eyes in the shadowy corner, gave him inspiration, and the clasp of her little brown fingers after service, was a bliss ful reward ; lor there was something In Nellie's lace that told him, his words were a heavenly balm to the louely girl-heart. "Was not that splendid, Nellie?" Miss Allen remarked to her bound girl, ns she stood before the dining-room grate, after her walk from church. "What?" Nellie said, absently. "Why, that sermon of Mr. Jamison's. Why Mrs. Latham looked like a con demned criminal. Everybody known she uses that bound girl of hers like a heathen " Nellie looked amused. "alie lo better clad, aud better fed, than some eople 1 Uiow of," she said. "Yourself for lii:-laiice," snapped Miss Allen, tier foriy-year old face lluoliing hotly. "But you have better clothing than you deserve. ''I have done ury duty to you," qui etly returned Nellie, thinking a hale bitterly ot the j ears of thankless boud age she had spent in this woman's ser vice. "1 have had no girlhood no youth" have gone half clad, conilorlleps and unloved all my life," sne added, drearily, more to herself than to MUs Allen, w ho was selfishly hugging to her heart tbe delusion that Mi'. Jamison's sermon did not suit her. Mr. Jamison came to the farmhouse almost daily now, aud somehow it hap pened that iu going out, or coming iu, he met Nellie, who w atched for his foot tall, with an eagerness that eut a rich glow Into her round cheeks. She never dreamt this sudden flushing of cheek or blow, at his slightest smile, or some trifling act of kindness, meant anything but a respectlul esteem lor Ills worth ms a minister, on her part; or l lie Interest he plainly manifested In her favor was any thing but the result of that almost divine compassion, wtDch led him to follow the commands of his Master with such real and courage. While his coining made the hours brighter for Nellie, Miss A lien w as jubilant with excitement. She had long angled for a husband, w ho would suit her lastes, socially and morally ; but none had been so blind as to see the tempting bails she held out to them. Mr. Jamison was a man to attract any woman, and Margaret Allen, with the obstinacy of old maids, who can never see they art an old maid, laid siege to his heart, with a pertinacity worthy of a better cause. But Mr. Jamison was willing to discuss any subject with her but love, although, as she remarked to Nellie, actions speak louder than words and surely his visits to the farmhouse were actuated by something deeper than love for tho heathen. ' I have given more money to tho missionaries this winter than 1 ever did In my life before," grumbled Miss Allen one Sabbath evening, "and what have I gained by it. Nellie, you can take a walk if you wish too." For the light In Nellie's eves had grown so sparkling of late that her mis tress was lad to have tho fresh young face out ot her sight. Nelliex rejoiced at the respite, took up her hood and ran out of the house into the balmy twilight of this February evening, for tho spring-like softness still lingered, and the grass was spring ing up in the warm sunny meadows where Nellie loved to ramble. Her heart was full of sweet, undefined long ings longftigs for ' home, and home caresses, for some pure life of slmpic love that would flow on like some peaceful river, when Mr. Jaunsou came upon her, leaning against a stile", with a rapt look in her beautiful eyes. "Nellie," he said, in his gentle way, taking the slim brown hands in hK "1 am glad 1 met you. My life is full of cares and crosses and discouragement, and I always feel as if there whs some thing in your honest sympathy that rests me." "How can I benefit you?" Nellie says, shyly "I who am so poor and weak and friendless." "In many wavs." And 1 think Mr. Jamison succeeded in convincing Nellie that she was of some account to Win, for, as tln-y si rayed down the path towards ids chinch, her face grew absolutely uazzllug, mid her laugh rang out like a happy child's. "is there anything 1 can do for you, Nellie?" Mr. Jamison said at parting "anything that will make your lite brighter.'7 Nellie's eye's drooped beneath the tender glance of the clear blue eyes, but a second later she looked up ro guishly and said : "You you might Bend nie a Valen tine." He laughed the cheerful laujrh of a man who is at peace with himself and all the world. "You shall have one, Nellie mind, 1 do not say it will be from me." But Nellie knew it would certainly be from him, and walked back to the house with a hymn on her lips, while the holy calm of the Sabbath twilight deepened around her, and a robin, high up in the locusts, burst out in a happy song, as if to re-echo her gladness. "Nellie," Miss Allen said to her on St. Valentine's Eve, "Mr. Jamison was here to-day. As if Nellie did not know. As if her hand had not rested one instant in his, and his glance sent her back to her work with a light heart. "Well," she said, going on with her ironing placidly. "And he mud he would be here in the morning to ask me to give up something 1 ought to be very loth to part with. Now, Nellie, do you think I ought to hesitate to give my heart into the keep ing of such a good mini, for 1 am sun; that is wtiat he wauls." Nellie looked pityingly at the failed face of the woman who sat before the kitchen fire, ga.ing into the coals, with a sentimental expression in her dull, eyes, and regretted that she would be the cause ot another disappointment to tills unsatisfied heart, that still crated the love aud admiration that had by some mischance missed her iu her girl hood. "What do you say, Nellie?" she went on; "will I marry him or not? 1 think 1 would be a good wife, and a useful one." "Marry him by all moans, Miss Mar garet, if he asks you." wa Nellie's low reply, her own heart thumping rebelli ously all the while. "if he asks me! He certainly do that," sai l Miss Margaret, iu her self-salistied way. Then, when my Iu lure is settled, 1 will arrange lor yours." Nellie blushed rosier than ever, her thoughts going out Iroiu that hot, close kitchen, to at. Valentine, who, even now, was busy gathering up loving missives aud quaint devices to ieud atloar among lue youtiis and maidens who watched for their coining with such eager eyes. What would eomo for her? A heart, a hand, or, betler tuaii all, the lve ol an upright, pure-minded man, whose love was almost loo great, loo grand, and too glorious Inr a puor, unlearned glli like Nellie, who bad learned sucli patient lcssoiis of love ami loroearance iu the hard school ol dependence? All that February night Nellie's dreams were disturbed by llie fluttering of white pinions aud the dropping ol wonderful love missives on her linle dingy couch. But she wan U wllri the dawu, tho light of in ward peace on her radiant face, the smiles ol con lent w realbing her red lips Miss Margar'it was wandering about the house, restless and walnlol. ' He s coming, Nellie, slie said at last, as Mr. Jamison's tall figure came In sight. "I declare 1 dnu'l see how 1 tvlll get through the ordeal decently. Hand ine my salts, .Nellie Nellie obeyed, iheu crept softly out of the room. On the side niazz.i she Ian her hai.d in Mr. Jamison's broad palm. "I will be your valentine, Nellie," lie said softly. "Will you take me?" "Oh, Mr. Jamison ! Ism not worthy of you-ludecd I am not," Nellie said, with a quiver in her fresh young voice. "Take me, Nellie,'' lie urged; "M. Valentine himself could not oiler you a better one." He laughed, and Nellie blushed hotly, but finally held up her lips for his kisses. "Mr. Jamison Nellie! screamei hysterical voice, and w elinir around I . ,i suddenly, the lovers saw the passion distorted face of Miss Margaret. She was holding to the door knob for sup port, and really looked as If she was going to faint. "What do you mean by kissing Nel lie?" she demanded, angrily. "It means," said Mr. Jamison, com ing forward, gravely, "that Nellie has given me the right to be her protector for lite." Then, In his gravo, gentle way, the young minister told Miss Allen how dear the little bound girl was to him, and how much he needed her strong faith and patient love to help him with his Masters work. "What will people think," snapped Miss Allen, "of your marrying a girl you never spoke. to until two weeks ago?" "That It is a freak of St. Valentine's," quietly responded Mr. Jamison, putting his arm around Nellie, who he knew was above reproach. ' "And I thought I thought " groaned Miss Allen, turning away in disgust. But no one but hersslf and Nellie knew what she thought on the subject of Mr. Jamison's marriage. A t'nrloua Courtship. In the February Atlantic, Mrs. Remote relates lids odd anecdote ot Mrs. Basil Montagu's second marriage: IL r marriage with Mr. Montagu was attended with some singular circum stances, the knowledge of which 1 owe to herself. She was a Yorkshire widow lady, of the name of SkepHjr, and came with her only child (a little girl) to visit some friends iu Loudon, with whom l!.oil Montagu was intimate. Mrs. Skcper had probably occasionally been the subject of conversation between him and her hosts, when they were expect her; fur one eveniug soon after her arrival, as she was sitting partly con cealed by one of the curtains in the drawing-room. Basil Montagu came rapidly into the room, exclaiming (evi dently not perceiving her), "Come, where is your wonderful Mrs. Skepper? 1 want to see her." During the whole evening he engrossed her attention and talked to her, and the next morning at hreakiast she laughingly complained to her hosts that lie had not been content with that, but had tormented her in dreams all night. "For," said she, "I dreamt 1 was going to bo married to him, and the day before the wedding he came to me with a couple of boxes, and said solemnly, 'My dear Anne, I want to confide these relics to your keeping; in this casket are contained the bones of my dear first wife, and in this those of my dear second wife; do me the favor to take charge of them for me.'" The odd circumstance was that Basil Montagu had been married twice, and that when he made his third matrimo nial venture and was accepted by Mrs. Skepper, he appeared before her one day and with much solemnity begged her to take charge of two caskets. In w hich were respectively treasured, not the bones, but the letters of her two predecessors. It is quite jMjssiblethat he might have heard of her dream on the first night of their acquaintance, and amused himself with carrying it out when ue was alxut to marry her; but when Mrs. Montagu told me the story I do not think she suggested any such rationalistic solution of the mys tery. loyalty. From the Almanach de Gotha for 1870 it appears that there are thirty-eight sovereigns and three republics in Ku- Om... :.. .1.- i riie. i iojto is me oiue.si sovereign (N3) and has leigued the longest iwenty-niiie years. Emperor William comes next, and is 73; the Czar is 57; lueen Victoria, 3; V lctor Kmanuel, 55; rrancis Joseph, 4-t ; and Alfonso, the joungestof all, 18. San Marino is the oldest republic, Switzerland is the nex', and France is the youngest of all, having been born at Sedan in 1870. There are now officially recognized and respected 145 orders of chivvlry, In cluding those of the White Elephant, of Mam, aud Bolivar's Bust, of Vene zuela. The second part ot the almanach is devoted to princes, including all the noble lauiilies of Great Britain, Ger many, France, and Italy. Two hun dred and sixteen pages are accorded tin in for the description of these 161 houses, embracing the entire stock of European aristocracy worth taking off one's hat to; since the remaining drib b ts no. mentioned in the Almanach de Golha are indeed small beer. Thus, 38 iiiuhHivhs and 1G1 family stocks rule over two hundreds inillb'iis of people. The Irish duke of Alasicorn heads the class, wli.ch is appi opi lately looted up by the Giecian Prince Ypsllantl; be tween ibis. Alpha and Omega the others stand. In Hie chronicle of notable events tor I he year euding June 30, lt75, the most notable ii. America is the following: "1874, August, Qcn. Grant puts forward tor a third term Ins candi dacy to i lie presidency of the republic." Tbe Toons; Couple's Friend. At the best, love Is fatal to friend ship; the most that friendship can do is to li-ten to love's talk of itself and be ibe cohtidaul of its rapturous Joys, its trau-ports of despair. The lover lan-cic- himself all the fonder of his friend liec.ui-e of bis passion for his mistress, tint iu ic.ilu v he lias no longer any need ol lheold comrade. They cannot talk sanely and frankly together any more; tin re is something now that they cannot share; even il the lover desired to main tain the old alleciionate relation, tho mistress could not sutler it. The spectre nt liieudsbip is sometimes Invited to haunt the home of the lovers alter inar ri.ige; but when their happiness has been flaunted in Its face, when It has been shown the new house, the n"w china, the new carpets, the new garden, ii is tacitly exorcised, and is not always called back again except to be shown .i i. ..i... ei. i lie- oew unuy. i no young rpwuocs sre ever so willing to have the Kxr ghost remain ; the wife learns whether it takes i wo or three lumps of sugar iu its lea; i he husband bids it smoke anywhere It likes, and the wife smiles a menacing acquiescence; but all the same they turn it out-of-doors. They praise it w hen it is gone, and they feel so much more comfortable to be alone. .4fi(inc Munlhly. Tuxino i h Aoa ok Shbkt. The size and shape of tho teeth are ordinarily a sure criterion of the age of sheep up to six years old. The lamb-teeth are nar row aud small. At one year old the two middle front teeth fall out, and are replaced by teeth much wider and larger. .The next year two more wide teeth appear, and at six years old the mouth Is "full." the lamb teeth having all disappeared. After that, the teeth grow darker, longer and narrower, un til thet eventually fall out. A prac tised shepherd can usually Judge the ago very uearly, up to twelve ysars.--t'otmfry f7ruf(mun. IsmIIms) After m HoaeaS Indians may he treacherous, but they can be honest; and who shall say how far the dishonesty of others has led to their treachery? They know when they are cheated, as our Government has found to Its cost. An old trader, who had established himself at what happened to be a favor able locality among the Northern In dians, tells a good story of his first trials with his red customers. Other traders had located in that same place belore, but had not remained long. The In dians who evidently wanted goods, and had money and furs, flockedabout the store of the new trader, and carefully examined his goods, but offered to bey nothing. Finally their chief, with a large number of his tribe, visited him. "How do, John?" said the chief "Show me goods. Aha, I take that blanket for me, and that calico for squaw three otter skins for blanket, and one for calico. Ugh ! pay you by'm by tomorrow." He received his goods and left. On the next day he returned with a large part of his band, his blanket well stuf fed with skins of various kinds," now. "John I pay." And with this lie drew an otter skin from his blanket and laid It on the coun ter. Then he drew a second, a third, and a fourth. A moment's hesitation, as though calculating, and he drew out a fifth skin a very rich and rare one and passed it over. "That's right, John." The trader Instantly pushed back the last skin, with "You owe me but four. I want only my Just dues." The chief refused to take It, and they passed it several times back and forth, each one asserting that It belonged to the other. At length the dusky chief lain apeared to be satisfied. He gave the trader a scrutinizing look, and then put the skin back Into his blanket. Then he stepie,d to the door and gave a yell, and cried out to his followers : "Come ; come and trade with the pale face, John. He no cheat Indian; ids heart big." Then turning back to the trader, lie said : "Suppose you take last skin, I tell my people no trade with you. We drive you off like a dog, as we drive off others; but now you ludiau's friend, and we be yours." Before dark the trader was waist deep in furs, and loaded down with cash. He found that honesty had a commercial value with these Indians. Tarklsh Bale ef Camvermatioa. Conversation in Europe has been de scribed as a duetto tu an opera, in which the two persons engaged In it are talk ing to an imaginary thiol person, each recounting a tale of his own. "I say something and you say something else, and we will agree to call it a conversa tion." Now fn Turkey there are cer tain forms or canons of conversation, any violation of which is considered an outrage, and the sum of which con stitutes their code of politeness as ap plied to conversation. I will enumer ate these one by one : 1. Never to Interrupt the speaker while he is talking. However long winded or uninteresting hla conversa tion may be to you, politeness requires that you should wait for bis conclusion. You are not under any obligation to en ter into conversation with hiiuatall; but if you do, it I an understood con dition of your conversational treaty that you should let him have his say. 3. Never to diverge, In the middle of a conversation, from the main thread of a discourse Into a collateral issue. 1'he breach of this rule Is. considered by a Turk as an unpardonable rudeness. To drive a red herring, as it were, across the scent ot conversation Is, In his opin ion, to confound all thought and reu derail profitable consecutive conversa tion Impossible. This leads, as a corol lary, to 3. To allow a short but sufficient pause between the conclusion of a dis cussion on one subject aud lh euieriug on a new subject. 4. Never tell a person a tnlng lie i knows already 6. Not to excuse oneself when con victed of being in the rong. How very seldom you hear in Europe, "Yes, 1 was in the wrong. I am sorry for it." But in Turkey it is considered a viola tion of principle and a breach of polite ness to refuse to be convicted ot error. The Pause of this difference lie deep in the oharacter of the two races; in the absence on the part of the Turk of petty vanity and distracting self-esteem. The proudest in the world, they are entirely exempt from vanity. 6. When you have nothing to sav to hold your tongue. Empty, Idle Jabber lug Is a Frank but not au Ottoman prac tice. In Europe it is considered dt rig ueur to "say something," whether that something is worth saying or not. Not solu Turkey; to say something when you have nothing to say worth saying is considered there a degradation to yourself aud a rudeness to your neigh bor. Pull Jali GajtetU. Taraaaaatrlal. There Is a case In point here of a meteorologically-Inclined postman of Hart ford who fixes his Idea of the day's cold bv a nartloular thermometer that he visits every morning rn the line of his duties. Pitying him, the owner of the thermometer regularly on old days warms up tbe bulb Just as the messenger arrives lu sight, and the satisfied way rarer hasn m't been really odkl yet a single . Ills eyes prove to him that 15 ) foolish to feel a condition that morning would be foolish does not exist, so he doesn't feel It. And a defective thermometer hu been known to keep a family cold all winter, to cause several extra Ions or coal to M Durneu, and to lead to a rupture with tbe agent of "tbe best furnace In the world." Hartford Vourant. A bad position Imposition. FOOD FOR TnWGHTV '"! Live this day as if it were the ia'st,." Prejudice Is the 'chllirTsf UtfhdrUnUft When spring, unlocks the flowet, If. paints the laughing soil. fjTeW. It is a miserable economy . .to! Sate time by robbing yourself of necessary sleep. . .';-.' n ." The animosities are mortal, but tho hu may files live foreveV. 0,ATUA4r yorth. . i" ii Money is a bottomless sea,' Trt Vhloll honor, couscleuee,, a.iidj truth 'img.'Juf drowned. The European population of Kgtipt'll estimated at 70,5X56, of whom 47,31Si,r-f side at Alexandria. . ,..-.rn With four weights of respWlypTr 1 lb., 3, 9, and 27 lbs. any nuDber of lbs. from 1 to 40 may be weighed J . The Peaks of Otter, near Lynchburg, Va., long supposed to be an extinct vol cano, have recently gifen tupmiflMkable evidences of action. Another Insect called the twister "has attacked the vineyards In Lowbardyl and Is said to be far more destructive, than the renowned phyloxera.1 ' j'. People, like plants, groW'le arid puny if the sun is shut put. Good health is the sunshine of trie body;4 cheery disposition is the sunshine of the soul. ' -'V. Kate Field says Tom Taylor whd will shortly bring out his new. i lav of "Anne Boleyn." calls artist '.geSsV" at the rehearsals. What would ivUiiJ be without his goose? There is nothing like takirfg' all yoiri do at a moderate estimate ;., It -keep mind and body tranquil; WheWaSgran- n diloquent notions are apt to hQtfv both ' ir.to fever. C. Bronte., . i Men are protected frotu insult and, wrong, not merely by their ojvn skill, but also, iu the absence of any "BxlH at all, by the general spirit of forbearance to which society has trained - all - fcdse whom they are likely to meets .. , We are born in hope; we pass our childhood In hope; we are goveraetly1 hope through the whole course of pot lives ; and iu our last moments hope"H flattering to us, and uot till the beating or the heart shall cease will Its beuigu niuueuue leave us. The artesian well at the Collier W.hjte Iad Works,. St. -Louis, Mo., haS 'at- tained a depth of over 700 feet, nearly all of widen depth has been' through limestone. The drift H ; but' slightly; above the euorluitial limestone, aud has passed through but lltUe ofelthersam; stone or chert. The boring ooramenced) in the lower Archimedean limestofre! Nothing says an observer on the:pot seems takeu seriously in PariSj even work (and the Parisians who cater so well for the world's amusement? have to work very hard) is done In TheeY ful, nonchalant manner that , seems to; say, "1 enjoy what I am doing pd- do not realize I am working:" The "Wait-' era at the cafes and restaurants, whp are veritable slaves (for they get infy few hours' sleep), seem always gay and, contented, and ever have a bright smile and a cheerful mauner fdt all. v A cement for covering the JolntA of. ovens, that has been found excellent in practice and does not crack, but be comes very hard, may be atad by mix ing equal quantities ot finely sifted, wood ashes end crushed 'and finely sifted clay, a..d adding some salt I and sufficient w.-itei to" form It Into a ilmuh, with which t.:e onuks are coated when the oven Is c.'ld. H this cetnqnt in . em ployed Instead oi clay in wttmg new ovens, they will, it is claimed, be - al most iudestructi ie. ,. ; ; !f Such a ai ' in Immediate fear of- loa-j li.g their estates, of banishment, or ot slavery, live In perpetual anguish',, and' lose all apprtit" and repa-e; whei;a sucli as are actually poor, slaves'' and exiles oftentimes live as meriilyAu tnet Iu a better condition; aud so malty, p pie who, Impatient of t,he' perpetual alarms of fear, have htiugtal aod drowned themselves, give us sutlkiewtly to undei stand that Ills more importu nate and inup)orUibh3 than iloaia-'It-' sell. Muiitaigue. , , St. Conrad of Constance died Ui 0J6, and was buried hi the' cathedral of Con stance. According to (he uhroittciee as early as the twelfth .century Lhe Wl wnere me sami rrpoHeu uvea me noiu for the miracles wrought there in' bet half of the halt and biuul. The devout of Constance had deierinlueUftoAore brate becomingly this' year the nine hundredth anniversary of the; jjoord saint's death, and set to work to' ex hume his remains but to ttjeii iiorxou ' and amazement they found the .stone sarcophagus empty. :'1i - The City of Warsaw. h "Poland a city not much glysu to lauova,t4oiu has . set an initiative In the paverrfeut ques tion, whlch has drawn much atteqtion : to the ancient capital., The aioue, pave ments of that city having reeofne un-' even and word, under the traffic of a. few centuries, the Warsawese, with a happv trust In a more ebduVing- rature' have laid; . their street wUh;t,lrpriw; the blocks being tjvo feet lengfbwbje.o(, the street, and three and a half' feet , cross wlsa.i with-: a thlokijessi of .thrasJi Pinches. Sack block weighs about; two hundred pburidi. " ' ' A New England newspaper shows Its appreciation of the trials pt the wo; man who "does her own 'housework'' in the following paragraph "The long suffering house-wife neaxaj thej, diwr bell ring, washes the dough, ,froin her Lauds, pulls down. hsV sleeve; ftrfkftrse ' an old alloc apron) and -.Uh A hasty . look In the mirror goes out tnr tM 'hair to find a patent msdltlo 14111 oil th floor., X woman who canigo, throurh this experience, and resume hef work without making t few casual remarks.' concerning "Job and hla- patience; de serves a niche in the temple of rime?' 'I

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