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n n SSlNGfll H MA) WELL JAS. O. NUTTY, Publishet. ' DIVOTID TO THI GfflRAL IMTEEKSTS Of CAtuiltL, WATAUGA, A8HB AlTO ADJACENT COUNTIES. TERMS : $1.60 per Annum. VOL. I. LENOIR N. C., THURSDAY, MAY 18, 1870. NO. 34. JL "ONLY 1 PRINTER." BY H1BTH HOWABD. ' Only a printer I" ft fair mild Mid Aa ahe uanghtUj tossed her golden head. "Only a printer 1 and poor aa a tnouee That'a llred for years In meeting house ! " Only a printer I and when he sought The hand that rlohea ml.ht hare bought, A oold qulok "Not" waa her aoornful reply, With an added amlle aa ahe marked the sigh With which, lamenting, he tamed away. "He'll do to flirt wlth but toll ma, pray, If yon think I'd marry a Vorklngman ' If I want to marry a Count I can." "Only a printer 1" But after days Bee men walking In devious waya From those they have traveled In days of old, And holding posts that they did not hold. "Only a printer!" The years sped past, And honors oamo to the typo fast "Only a printer !" at last bad come Into the heirship of quite a sum ; And following the bent of a printer's mind For true it is they are all inclined, No odds how happy they be at home, To leave It, In foreign lands to roam; Following this bent, as I've said before, He traveled the land from shore to shore. And Anally crossed the raging sea. And wandered around in the "old couutree." One morn as he smoked a contemplative pipe, pausing, the tears from his eyes to wipe For he thought of the golden head that waa towed )y the maiden that he in bis youth had lost He suddenly thought be would take a shave, For shorn men always appear moet grave. He entered the shop, and cast Ins eye Upon the barber, who sat close by. Aha! and why that startled gaze ? Why shouts the printer In wild amaze ? Heated upon that chair by the door Was one who had shaved him In yeara before. Yea : shaved him but not his bearded faoe ! Bhaved him but not iu a barber's plaoe ! Bhaved him of stamps in a little loan. When "only a printer," had "Count Tyrone," And the girl who cast off the typo man With "If I'll marry a Count I can," Had married the Count and become the wife Of a Paris barber ! Oh ! such is life ! And the fancy French she had learned at school Was all the stock ef the little fool Who had wedded a barber rather than one Who was now at the head of the highest ton. "He was only a printer !" Ah, yea, my girl, Your scornful "Oulies" at printers hurL 'Only a printer" is much the same thing As only a hero, or only a king. Reporter. Aunt Estelle's Story. 'Oil, Sibyl ! Sibyl ! You cannot be so cruel. I don't ask you to be my wife now. No one can accuse me of being a fortune-hunter. All I want is one word of encouragement from your Hps, Sibyl. With your love to cheer me on. how easy It will be to climb the rugged path and reach the pinnacle of fame.' Charlie Ashton looked down at the cold, set face before him as if his very life depended on the answer that came from the colorless lips. Sibyl Lamar's lips quivered, and her eyelids drooped until the dark, curling lashes rested upon her cheeks; but her emotion was but momentary, for the next Instant her eyes sought her lover's face, determination gleaming from their dark, luminous depths. 'Charlie, your pleading makes me feel miserable, 1 would rather hear no more of it. I repeat we can never be more to eacli other than mere friends.' 'But Sibyl, you love me ; your actions your words have told me so all along. Oh, Sibyl! Sibyl! do not turn away pity me, pity yourself," cried the young man, in a passionate voice. But Charlie Ash ton might as well speak to a stone as Sibyl Lamar, in her present mood. "Leave me," she said, In Icy tones, "I have given you my answer. We can never be more than friends." "Then I shall not trouble you with my presence again. This evening I leave W forever. Good bye, Sibyl." Another minute and Charlie was gone. A moan escaped from Sibyl La mar's colorless llps and covering her dark, passionate face with her hands she sank into the luxurious depths of an easy ohalr. 'What Is the matter with Charlie's said Miss Estelle Lamar, a spinster of forty-five, hurriedly entering the room. 'He rushed past me. Why Sibyl, child what has happened, what means that ghastly facer 'Nothing of any consequence has happened. Aunt, Estelle,' answered Sibyl, trying to look unconcerned. 'Now. Sibyl, do not tell me that. Something must have happened to make lovers act so strangely.' 'We are not lovers, Aunt Estelle. Charlie Ashton has Just asked me to be his wife, and I have refused him !' 'Sibyl Lamar, are you mud f ' 'I hope not, Aunt Estelle.' 'Then wiry have you refused Charlie, whom you loved so dearly?' 'Because Charlie Is so very poor, and the workl expect me to make such a brilliant match. A Lamar never mar ried beneath them. 1 will marry Henry Bldwell, he Is handsome, courted, and wealthy.' 'My poor, poor ohlld,' said Aunt Es telle, compassionately. 'I never dreamed the cursed pride of the Lamar'i bad taken inch deep root la your heart. So you are going to please the world, and make yourself miserable for life?' 'Uh, aunt, please do not taia to me so. feel miserable enough now. I love Charles as I shall never love another, but' 'But what?' Interrupted Aunt Es telle, Impatiently. 'I cannot marry him. It would be such a disappointment to father such a surprise to everybody ?' 'Sibyl, do not put It off on your father you know he would deny you nothing. Call Charlie back while there is yet time, child, or the sorrow of twenty- seven years of my life, caused by the silly pride of my girlhood, may yet be your experience.' 'Why , Aunt Estelle. I never knew that you lived under a clould.' said Sibyl, looking up Into her aunt's face 'I suppose not. my dear ; the wonder ful pride of our family keeps the La mar women from wearing their hearts outside as a pin-cushion for everybody to stick a pin in, said Aunt Estelle, quiet smile stealing over her features. Have you never wondered why 1 am unmarried Sibyl?' 'Yes indeed, aunt: and I have often been on the point of asking you the reason, but your manner always for bade me. You are beautiful now. You must have been very beautiful when you was a young girl ; surely it was not your owu lault that you are not married ?' 'Yes, it was all my own fault. At your age I was considered very beautl- lul very like what you are now Sibyl 1 had suitors by the score. I accepted one who was my equal in wealth st tlon, pride, everything. I loved him as my very Hie, and we were to be mar ried in a very short time, when sud denly he was reduced to poverty. Ills father had been Induced by a certain man, in whom he placed implicit con fidence, to Invest all his wealth In speculation that turned out to be one of the greatest frauds of tiia day. Re port said that my lover's father had committed suicide when the news reached him that he was a ruined man 1 might have overlooked the poverty but marry the sou of a suldide? The pride of the Lamars forbade. I sent messenger to learn If it was true that my lover's father was dead. Yes, it was true; and 1 sat down and penned a note telling him he must not call on uie agaiu that we could never be any thing to each other now. Without a secoud thought I sent the note. Oh, Heaven ! shall 1 ever forget that night 't How my conscience upbraided me alter. 1 had done that deed 1 To strike such a blow at the man I loved when his heart was already crushed and bleeding! When 1 think of It now, 1 do not wou der that he never forgave me. I bit terly repented sending the heartless note, and 1 determined, when the morn ing came, to seud for him and beg his forgiveness. 1 walked the floor all night. Morning came, and before 1 could send for my lover, my brother your lather, Sibyl came and told me there was no truth In the rumor ol the night before, concerning the manner of my lover's lather's death, lie had not committed suicide, but dropped down Iroiu the disease ot the heart when he heard ot his misfortune. 1 was glad to hear it for my lover's sake, and 1 sent for him at once. Whether he thought 1 had taken this course after I heard the report of the night before was un true, or not, 1 cannot tell. Only this I know that his pride was even stronger than a Lamar's tor he refused to come; and 1 never spoke to the man 1 loved again. 1 saw him after that several limes, I heard now and then of his struggles with the world. 1 wo years after he married a beautiful young girl but as poor as himself; and a year from the day of his marriage he died, leav ing a young wife and a babe penniless upon the world. Although my lover married another he never ceased to love me never, Sibyl, for he told your father as much on his dying bed. From the day of his death I have seen to his widow and child. Tsot many years since the mother too passed away, and 1 saw that the child was taken good care of. When he arrived at the proper age 1 had him sent to college; but since he became a man I have given him no as sistance, for two reason ; one a very powerful one I had not any to give, for you know how very untortunate j have been in money matters, and an other, he would not accept any from me.' 'Aunt Estelle, said Sibyl, In a tremb ling voice Interrupting her aunt for the first time. 'what is the young wait's name? Do 1 know him?" 'Yes. vou know him, Sibyl. The name of my lover's son is Charlie Ash ton ; and Henry Bldwell, the man you are iroind' to marrv for his wealth and station, hi the son of the man who in rlucnri mv lover's father to invest his wealth iu that fraudulent speculation twenty-sevon vears ago. The wealth that vou would share with that man rightly belongs to the man you dis carded for his poverty to-day.' 'Oh. Aunt Estelle. is this truef'criod Sibyl, as she (ell sobbing on hor aunt's bosom. It Is onlv too true, my darling said Aunt Estelle, folding her arms about her beautiful niece. 'That story has never passed my Hps before, and would not tell It now, only to show you how the silly pride of my girlhood has shadowed mv whole life. Sibyl, do vou trulv love Charlie?' 'Love him? Oh, Aunt Estelle, If he were onlv here now. tbat I might ask his forgiveness ! I despise myself for acting as I did. Marrv that man who is supporting himself In splendor on AiliA. nAAnlA. ntnti.ff I I TflfK ! ' mtA with other people s money ! Ugh I a shiver, Sibyl covered her face her hands. with Aunt Estelle rote and left the room ouletlv. 'Will I, too, be telling k story of mis ery caused by my silly pride, when years pass over my neadf thought Sibyl, and with a moan she orled : Charlie ! Charlie ! will I ever see 'Oh you again?' Of course you. will, dearest,' saiu the pleasant voice of Charlie Ashton, entering the room, and the next mo ment astonished Sibyl waa clasped to' his heart. 'Oh, Charlie, Is it you? Where did you come from ? I thought you would be on board the train by this time.' 'So I would be. darling had not Aunt Estelle met me after I left you, and in sisted on my remaining until she had spoken with you.' Dear Aunt Estelle!' murmured blbyl 'her story has saved me:' Taste la Haaekld Faraltara. In a very Interesting lecture which Cardinal Wiseman once delivered in England, he pointed out to his audi ence that the old vases and cups and boxes and other objects which were kept carefully under glass in museums, which were so graceful and refined in form, and were treasured by us as pre cious relics of an extinct art, were the ordinary vessels of the uses and conve niences of the life of the times from which they descended. Is there any good reason that the wash-bowis and pitchers and jugs and jars of old Rome and Athens should be beautiful, and ours, designed for the same purpose, clumsy and ugly ? And if we can not invent new forms of beauty for our selves, may we not copy pleasing models rather than unpleasing? Whether we go back for our model a year or a thousand years, there is really no need of selecting an ugly one. So in the cost of finishing ana furnishing the house, the pumpkin in Cinderella's kitchen did not more surely hold the gilded coach, nor herown ''filthy rags" the most magnificently jeweled robes, than every little dollar is full of neat ness, fitness, and beauty, if we have the gift of seeing them and extracting them. It is a subtle gift, indeed, for it is taste. All the dollars In the world will not buy it. It is like that ear for music which those who have It not deride and deny. Yet good taste is, not the first but the second, household magician. The first is good temper. Good temper will make a hard, stiff, horsehair chair delightful; but good taste, without good temper, will make the most luxu rious and beautiful lounge uncomtorta- ble. 1 he two combined make the per fect household. The minor magician Indeed, has one advantage over the other, and it is that she develops her. Good taste promotes good temper, but good temper no more promotes good taste than the smile or the gardener ripens strawberries. On the other hand good ten per has an advantage. It can not buy good taste, but it may buy its works. You may notknow mushrooms from toad-stools. But if an honest man who, as you know, can distinguish them, offers to sell you mushrooms, you may buy In tolerable confidence that your fillet will not be garnished with poison. It is so with the mystery of household art. You may not per ceive the harmony of colors, nor the superior grace of one form to another. But if a person whom you know to he an expert assures you that this paper and that carpet are harmonious, and that this or that table is graceful and pleasing, If you really do not know, why should you not trust him? Mrs. Potiphar perennially shows her confi dence in Mr. Marcotte by giving him carte-blanche to redecorate and furnish. She does it, perhaps, quite as much be cause of his fashion as of his taste. But what she does expensively for fashion, may not you do economically for taste? In a word, it is the apparent mission of what is known as household art to show that cheap aud nasty are not syn onymous. The Little Hoaaee oa I tie Telegraph. Poles. Fastened to the telegraph-poles in New York City are five hundred and fourty-eight little houses, in each of which dwells an invisible spirit with greater powers than the fairy godmoth er who made a carriage lor binder ella out of pumpkins and horses out of mice. They are built of iron and painted green, and look for all the world like postofflce boxes. Indeed I have been told that honest country folks visiting the city sometimes almost wrench them to pieces with their umbrellas trying to get their letters in. Under the eaves of these little houses there is a bit of glass window, behind which is a blind with some printing on it, and the printing says that a key to t Kta f)rts mav Ha fft nH of t Iia ha Ir a r ' a nr viiv vews uiAj w avuiss sa w aii iv umm ui q j i the tailor's or the shoemaker's over the way. But the possessor Is forbidden to loan It, unless there happens to be a fire lu the nelghorhood and the spirit is wanted to go on an errand. So, in order that we may have a peep within, we will enlist the services of a friend of mine who is a city fireman, and who carries a duplicate key in his pocket. When the door is opened, we look in to the frout room ; let us call it the par lor, and, like many other parlors. It is cold and bare. The only furniture is a little knob projecting from one of the walls. The back room, which the fire man opens with another key, is much more interesting, however: and it la here that the wonderful spirit is impris oned In a curious-looking machine, with brass cogwheels, levers and springs, which Is set in motion by that simple knob In front. lie is on duty all the year round. Pull the knob, and he will fly like a flash of lightning over the wire that en ters the house from behind, telling the firemen throughout the city that they are wanted, and where. His name is Electricity, and his house Is called a fire-alarm telegraph-box. So you will see that i am writing something more real than a fairy-story, although the facts I hare to relate are about a kind of jrlaaU and dwarfs, ft. Nicholas Month- Teaetlaa Foiat Lavae. It was made to last forever, and for centuries some of it has lasted; nor does there seem any reason why a piece of well-wrooght geometrical laoe, or of that wonderful point de Venue en relief, of which a gondola might be made, so, strong is it, with its tiers upon tiers of stiches, and its ribs of massive outllhe like the beams of a ship, should not last forever. The lighter kind of point to Venise, however, might have been wrought by Venus herself, that Aphro dite who came out of the sea, and per haps brought them with her for ought we can tell, with all their tangled reco lections of sea-weed and shells, and the feathery growth that lies deep under the waves. After the somewhat icy regu larity of the geometrical patterns, there is a whole sea story in the Venetian de signs. Mrs. Bury Pal User tells a pretty legend of how a young fisherman on the lagunes brought to his betrothed, as she sat working her punii on the marble steps of some landing-place, a bit of the deli cate wide sea-weed called Mermaid's lace, and how she wondered and puzzled over If, aud at last shaped it into her work, and made its tangles the founda tion of a new developement. The story deserves to be true, as the example given in Mrs. Palllser's instructive and popular books will show the reader, supposing him (or her) to have no more precious specimen at hand. M. Seguiu's illustrations are much larger, and, of cource for that very reason, more satis factory; but M. Seguiu's book is per haps too luxurious and costly to be very accessible, and the smaller pictures rep resent with perfect clearness the lovely tangle of curved and clinginglir.es laden with indescribable budlliigs half flow er, half leaflet, half water-bubble with small starry specks thrown in between. and irregular Hues of connection, all fretted with little spines and pricks which children offer you on the blazing edge of the Lido, salt from the Adriatic. There could not be a better illustration of the possibilities of realistic decorative work. Sea-weed and shells dabbed down with blank flatness of imitation would constitute ornaments or a very primitive and unrefined class; but look into the delicate tracery of the finest point de Venise dream lace too exquisite, one would think to be worked by any hut fairy fingers and you will find it all there, the blobs of the sea-weed, the starfish at the bottom, the spines and curves of the shells. Even that little horror of a sea-horse (what is its name V) which we picked up that scorching fiery day when the blue roll ot uie wave lapped over the thirsty sand, apparently on a higher level than they, even that tiny grotesque monster gleams ut us out of the delicate confusion. It seems aiinost matter of fact to say that the stiff patterns of the earlier art have ''suffered a sea change into some thing rich and strange." The heavier point de Venise that which Is In relief, and which, with crochet-stitches and thick cotton, young ladies not loiig ago took to copying, Is almost more salt- water than we like. Nothin more boldly decorative, more splendid in line and mass, could well be. But it is not so much the lovely rarities of the sea- bottom that it suggests to us, but odd monsters with dull big eyes and mighty limbs. Visions of the octopus come be fore our startled vision. Forgive us. gallant M.Seguin, gentle Mrs. Palliser, and ail ye knights and ladles who are amateurs andcounoiseurs! but it is true. Even the delight of possessing it would scarcely make up for the nightmare hor ror of being devoured by one's own col lar ! We admire, butshudder at the sug gestive monsters. Blackwood's Monthly. The While HoaataiB Butterfly. In a paper in the American Natural ist, Mr. August R. Grote suggests the frobabk' causes which induced the iso ated community of White Mountain butterflies to take up their abode on the rocky summit of that lofty eminence. The mountain is 6,293 feet high, and the butterflies never descend below an elevation of about 5,000 feet. Here they "disport during the month of July of every year," thriving upon the scanty deposits of honey found in the flowers of the few species of hardy plants that grow in ttie crevices of the rocks at that great altitude, and upon other available liquid substances. The insect measures, from tip to tip of the expanded fore wings, about 1 8-10 inches. It Is color ed in shades of brown, with various bands and marblings diversifying the surface of the wings. The butterfly Is known to naturalists as the (Kneis semi dta, and was first described in 1828, by Thomas Say. An allied species occurs on Long's Peak and other elevated heights in Colorado, and another la found at Hopedal, Iabrador ; but they are coutlded to the widely separated lo calities. Mr. Grote surmises that the White Mouutain butterfly was brought down from its original home in the North by the glaciers, which, advancing at the rate of less than a mile in 100 years, carried them as far south as the latitude of Virginia. When the ice retraced Its steps in consequence of a change in the climate, "It was as the retreat of an ar my with all Iu baggage and equipments, and In perfect order. Year by year It called upon its plants, its butterflies, its animals, and they followed In lu regal train ; they were to go back with the Ice, nor be seduced by the lakes aud streams Its retreat unveiled, and soon became companions to the mammoth. And it succeeded, for the most part, un til it reached the White Mountains." There a colony of the (Emit were temp ted to remain by the shallow lce-rlvers that then filled the ravines of the moun tain, and they stayed so long that re turn to the home of the glaciers was Im possible. As the local glaciers melted at the base of the mountain, and crept constantly higher and higher, the but terflies followed, for warm weather was uncongenial to them, and at last they were landed on the mountain-peak, which Is now bate of snow In the brief summer. Here they have managed to survive to the present day ; but, remarks Mr. Grote. "they are entrapped, and must die only by natural causes, unless certain entomologists sooner extirpate them by pinning them up in collections of Insects. What time, in Tuckerman's Ravine, I see the ill-advised collector, net in hand, swooping down on his de voted colony of ancient lineage and and more than Puritan affiliation, I wonder If, before it is too late, there will not be a law passed to protect the butterflies from the cupidity of their pursuers." In the same magazine from which the above notes are taken, Dr. W. Wood states, in an article on the goshawk, that he has observed in his experience that the number and size of the eggs deposited by birds, particularly of the rapacious species, often vary with the age of the birds. Thus the goshawk lias been known In different localities, to lay one, two, three, four, and five eggs in a nest. Dr. Wool believes that the old birds lay but two eggs, while the young birds lay a larger number, and those of a smaller size. Leap Tear Ilaaaor Just at present the conventional wit evoked by the fact that this is leap year pervades the country papers. iears ago some anonymous miscreant invented the fable that in leap year unmarried ladies asked unmarried men to marry them. This invention he called a joke, and his shameless mendacity has ever since been sedulously echoed by rural editors. Paragraphs asserting that young men are now in danger of receiv ing proposals of marriage from every unmarried lady in the country; that badges bearing the inscription "en gaged" or "sworn to celibacy" are open ly worn by single men as a means of protection ; anil that countless young ladies have proposed to and been accep ted by rich widowers and handsome young men, crowd the columns of other wise respectable aud intelligently con ducted newspapers. As evefy one knows, there is not the slightest founda tion for any one of these paragraphs. There is not an unmarried woman liv ing who fancies that leap year confers upon her the privilege of uiisexing her self, or who, iu any circumstances, would avail herself of such an alleged privilege. And yet newspapers contin tiuue the conventional leap year anec dotes, and expect the public to accept them as witticisms. People do not laugti over them, as they do over the comic police reports. They simply read them in silence, regarding them as a proper and necessary feature of every leap year, and abstain from either killing the editor or openly denouncing the jokes out of a vague feeling that he is only doing his duty to society, and is as irresponsible in the matter as is the calendar itself. Itoman Arehaealoa;7. The Voce della Verita states that in the course of the excavations which are being carried on between the Fo rum and the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, at Rome, several archaeologi cal discoveries of the highest interest have been made. Among other things has been found a large fragment of the famous fasti consulares, half of which has long been in the Capitol. The frag ment newly discovered gives the series of ordinary consuls and suffetes who held office during the six years between 755 and 760. This discovery is all the more important as It supplements and makes complete the fragments pos sessed by the Capitol, which gives the list of consuls from the year 761. The names are engraved uHn a massive stone which was evidently used as the coping-stone of some large building; and this fact tends to confirm the theory of the archwologists that the fasti were inscribed not upon single stones but upon the blocks of marble which were employed for the construction of the temple. Among the other discoveries is the base of an imperial statue in the Forum. The name engraved upon it is effaced, and the only inscription still legible is the date of its dedication and the name of a sub prefect of cohorts. The presumption Is that this statue was dedicated to one of those Emperors whose memory was condemned by the Senate, and whose name was effaced from all the public buildings. The Bom ef Bharaa. The rose of Sharon Is one of the most exquisite flowers In shape and hue. Its blossoms are bell-shaped, and of many mingled hues and dyes. But its history is legendary and romantic in the high est degree. In the Kant, throughout Syria, Judea, and Arabia, it is regarded with the profoundest reverence. The leaves that encircled the round blossom dry and close tight together when the season of blossom Is over, and the stalk withering completely away from the stem, the flower is blown away, at last, from the bush on which it grew, hav ing dried up in shape of a ball, which is carried by the sport of the breeze to great distances. In this way it Is borne over the sandy waters and deserts, un til at last, touching some moist plaoe, it clings to the soil, where it immediately takes fresh root and springs to life and beauty again, f or this very reason the Orientals have adopted it as the emblem of the resurrection. The dried flower is placed in a vase of water beside the beds of women in labor, by the Jude ans, and if it expands by moisture the omen is considered favorable. If It 08 not, the worst is at all times feared . Miss Mary Abbott, of Smyrna, Del. has been led a blushing bride to the altar seven times She has been Miss Williams, Mrs. Truax, Mrs. Farrow, Mrs. Rlggs, Mrs. Wallace, Mrs. Berry. Mrs. Pratt, and now Mrs. Abbott, and has married a widower every time but once, and has reared numerous step children for her various husbands, but has never had children of her own. SIWS IN BRUT. Oregon produced 250,000 cases of canned salmon last year. Eighty persons over ninety years of age died in New Hampshire last year. The Pacific Railroads have received from the Government $64,000,000 and 220,000,000 acres of land. Parson Winters, of Dayton, Ohio, says he has married 4,094 couples in that town, and that the average fee Is There are 21,255 Baptist churches in the United Slates, with 13,117 minis ters, and a total membership of 1,815, 000. -Middle Tennessee will, within the next few months, ship 40,000 lambs North. A Boston journal says that New York spends $2,000,000 a year for flow ers alone, and for plants and fruits $3, 000,000. Ohio supports 116,000 dogs. Geor gia, with less than one-half the popula tion, has 350,000. More dogs than voters. Mr. Emerson has accepted an Invi tation to address the literary societies of the University of Virginia on the 29th of June. The Department of Agriculture es timate the United States hog crop for 1875 at 25,774,291 head, a decrease of 2, 147, 909 since 1874. The State of Massachusetts is in debt $15,000,000 on account of the Hoc sac Tunnel, and is now adding to this debt $l,0u0,000 a year on the same ac count. Notwithstanding the mild Winter a Worcester, Mass. skate manufacturer has sold 40,000 pairs of skates this sea son, and is now busy filling an English order. A reply from London was received at Hartford the other day, in aa hour and eleven minutes after the message was sent, and this is said to be the best time ever made. A tree was recently cut near Sweet water, Tenn., which yielded 3,400 three feet boards, 3,452 two-feet boards, 28t ten -feet rails, 172 six-feet rails, and six cords of kindling wood. A suit is being tried in Boston for $2,000 damages against a druggist for putting 240 times too much tartar emetic into a prescription. The boy who took it was made sick. Secretary Taft, when he graduated from Yale College, was the valedicto rian of his class. His eldest son, when he left the same institution a few years ago, occupied a like position. A summer's growth. Last year the town of winter, California, was a wheat field, and a crop was gathered from it. To-day it has 1,200 Inhabi tants, and town lots are worth $600. Professor Proctor has written to the Boston School Committee, offering to deliver a lecture, free of charge, su the subject of astronomy, to the, chil dren of the public schools of that city. The annual production of leather gloves In France is estimated at 2,500. 000 dozen pair? of all sorts; the average price being $7 per dozen. There are about 90,000 persons employed in the business. A prominent Hudson River Rail road man estimates that it costs $15 every time that a buffer breaks, to re place it, and every time a train of cars is stopped it costs the company seventy five cents. Houses containing three or more families are classed as tenement houses. It is supposed that there are 20,000 ten ement houses in New York City, and that they contain a population of 500, 000 persons. It is thought the Lenox library in New York will be open to the public next autumn. The land and buildings cost $900,000, and everything connected with the library has been done on a liberal scale. Col. Larken Griffin, of Ninety-six, South Carolina, and Mrs. Jemima Grif fin his wife, have been married sixty six years. He is eighty-eight and she is eighty-one. They are perhaps the oldest couple in the State. The State appropriation for public schools in South Carolina for the com ing year is $250,000. It is apportioned to the counties on the basis of the school attendance. The total attend ance during the past year was 110,416. A number of visitors went to Wis consin cemetery to see a dog that was said to be watching faithfully over the grave of his dead master. When they got there he was seen chasing a brin dle cat up an alley two blocks away. The Sacramento beet sugar factory out in 1875 3,000,000 pounds of white sugar from beets, that yielded 13 per cent, more than the average yield of Europe. The company will plant largely this year and expect a larger crop than last. The Rhode Island house of Repre sentatives has passed a bill providing that the land occupied or owned by churches, schools, colleges and charita ble Institutions, shall no longer be ex empt from taxation. Buildings actually ued for religious, educational or char itable purposes, are still exempt. Buildings owned by Incorporated libra ries and froe public libraries, are ex empted. A man of 90,000,000 tons of pure solid, compact rook salt, located on an Island 185 feet high, which rises from a miserable sea marsh on the route from Braahear to New Iberia, up the River Teche, In Louisiana, Is one of the won ders of the world. How this bland, containing over 300 tore of excellent land, ever came Into existence to such a locality Is a matter of conjecture Vegetation Is p roll do, and the scenery Is beautiful and varied,
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May 18, 1876, edition 1
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