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EL. ofrABD, Editor andl Fx6prietr. I " , . , lc jf; ' i , SUBSOBlPTlOff, !$2 per Ammm in Advance, YOLII, :;T - MUKFItEESBORO, Jsl. C., THUBSDAY, APRIL 12, 1877. ' jv flr) 1 NO. 24. ;. UNLOVED AND ALONE. The sea dore some twin shadow has, Tbe lark haa lovera in seas of erased The wild beast trumpets back his vow, The squirrel laughs along his bough ; Cut I, I am aloue, alas I . As yon white moon when white clouds pass, Aa lonely and unloved, alas I As clouds that sweep and drop and pass. i ii i Oh, maiden singing, silver sweet, At cabin door, in field of corn, Where woodbines twine for thy retreath- Sing sweet through all thy summer morn, For love is landing at thy feet, In that fair isle, in seas of corn, Cut I, I am unloved and lorn, As winter winds of winter morn. The ships, black-bellied, climb the sea. The seamen seek their loves on land, And love and lover, hand in hand, . Go singing, glad as glad can be, But nevermore shall love seek me, By blowy sea or broken land, By broken wild or willow tree, Nay, nevermore shall love seek me. Joaquin Miller, t A Sleigh-Belle. Harold Brown's sleigh dashed merrily up to Harold Brown's door, and at that A. 1 i 1 2 Jl moment sue was me soui oi punctual ity) out came Harold Brown's only? sis ter a little woman wrapped in shawls and veils and worsted things from! head to foot. I I. 'i'Come along, sis," he shouts jj and : then, without waiting forher to "icpme along," he jumps from the sleigh, reaches the top of the stoop in three strides he's a tall, broad-shoulqered dark-skinned, blue-eyed young fellows- catches her up in her arms as thidugh she were only a bundle, and in! J th twinkling of an eye she is siiygly T . . A. . 0V ' f ?l 1 ibioweu away among ine uunaio rpoes. Crack goes the whip. "G'lang ISiekl 1" cries Harold. tosses his head and paws the ground an instant t0 set the sleigh-bells ringing properly aiid off they go. il "Are you warm ?" asks Harold qf the bundle at his side. "Almost smothered," answers 1 the bundle, in an indistinct voice wi slight lisp. "That's right, my darling," says fth e brother, who adores his pretty y66ng sister the only on left him of tfctuxf "I should tear my hair in wild despair If you caught cold.'1 Mind you don't for if you but sneeze once, be it tiniest sneeze that ever was, home! you go. "Xever fear. liar." reioins theobedi ent small woman. promise on liny word of honor, not to sneeze. I'll choke lirst. Ah ! here we are," she continues!, as they turned into Fifth avenue and take their place at the end of a linej of sleighs, big and little, the largest j of which stands unoccupied -before the handsome and brilliantly lighted holise of Albert Lee, merchant and m illlon aire. . - . !- 4Yes and here are all the rest," nays Harold, adding with a slight inflection of scorn, "excepting the Lee people. Of course it's the Princess Alberta Who is keeping us all waiting" forgettirlgj in the most man-like manner, that pe had only that moment arrived himserlfj '"She never was ready when she wap a little girl, and I suppose she hasn't ie4 formed in that particular now that she is a big one." "Big!" repeated the voice from the mufflers; "why, she isn't a bit larger than I am." ;i . jj "Well, she is a year older, anyhpiWj, and ought to know better," repjlfes Harold ; Mbut I haven't the slightest doubt she's stopping to flirt with scme one, or two, or half a dozen of her hu meroas admirers, utterly regardless) pf the fact that I that is, you to si nothing of forty or fifty others, more br less intimate friends, are freezing out side. Dan Van Rensselaer is buttontnsi on her gloves, br Will Westi3 fastening; ine straps oi ner overshoes, or some confounded nonsense or other. Cora, it's my opinion that that girl flirted in her cradle, made faces on her old lovers, and smiled on the new. Alberta1 jlj and she won't let any one soften it to , 'Berta,.' " he went on, apparently warim ing with his subject "what a' ridifi lous name for such a mite I for mite she is, and mite she will continue to bk for all her scornful looks and haugr.tSy ways." I 1 0h, Harold 1" exclaims the' veiied j voice, with as much indignation as Is! possible under the circumstances. "How unjust you are! She's not haughty-' she's not scornful she's lovely! Slue vame to me herself yesterday afternoon and I happen to know all the others) had written invitations and begged we would join her sleighing party. 'It's to be a real old-fashioned affair,' she said, 'and I want mv real old-fashioned friend 8 to come.' " ; Extremely condescending," Inter polates Harold. 'And as for her name, she had notta- in2 to say about that, as you, if yb u uue gram oi common sense, Inust J aware no more than you did about yours.- And she'd rather be called 'Bertie a great deal ; only her papa In sists upon Alberta', and t consequently, like a good daughter," she insists upon 'Alberta too. He wanted a boy vhen she was born, to be called 'Albert' that's his own name, you know; and when at girl came Instead,, he said no girl should interfere with his plans, and he named her 'Alberta' which is almost the same thing. And its just as well he did, for, he never had anotherchiid, girl or boy." " "Pity the boy hadnt come," grum bles Harold. "For shame, brother!" exclaims the little woman, partly unfolding the veil that hides her, olimpled chin and rosy mou th, that she may speak with greater affect. "How can you wish that there was a great stupid young man instead of that dear, sweet girl? for she is a dear sweet girl, though you, 1 can't for the life of me see why neither can Fred choose to be angry with her." "I did'nt wish for 'a great stupid young man' in her place," exclaims Harold, with a short laugh. "That he would necessarily have been 'great and stupid' only feminine logic can prove; it's beyond me. But if 'Albert' bad come first, and Alberta by some other name, second, she wouldn't have been an only child, as she is now, petted and indulged in every whim and fancy, un til she imagines herself a queen5 and all the world her slaves." 'You said 'a princess' a few moments ago," says Cora demurely. , "And perhaps she wouldn'tbe smiling bn that grinning idiot, Dan Van Renss- alaef they say she's going to marry him, his fortune equaling her own, and his great-great-great-great grandfather having been one of the very first Dutchmen that landed on these shores and turning away from the fellow she has known from her in fancy, and who has Whoa, Ned, keep still I Why the deuce don't she and her train make their appearance?" They don't make their appearance, and Cora begins to talk again. "Harold, you wrong Alberta; indeed you do. It is you that are foolishly proud, not she. When she went abroad she left us rich; when she came back, she found us poor; and yet she had only been home two days when she sought us out. And how did you receive her? In the coldest manner; and then raved and swore when she was gone you needn't contradict me; I distinctly re member two .very wicked words you said because she didn't rush into your arms and kiss you at meeting, as she did at parting, three years before. Can't you understand, you horrid, splendid old boy, that what Is just allowable in a girl of 15 would be highly improper in a young lady of 18? And you have only called upon her once since her return once in six long months; and pray what did your lordship do on that occasion? Scowled and growled and snapped at Louis Vance in such a ferocious manner that he told my Fred poor Fred ! what a pity they're taking 'count of stock to night! he actually thought,-" with a little chuckle, "you were losing your senses. And what's more, Mr. Harold Brown," and the dimpled chin ;is thrust forward defiantly "think, and so does Fred, that it's yonr duty to apologize for the way you behaved that evening. And I don't believe she's en gaged to Dan Van Renssalaer at all. That was only a rnmorthat floated over here from Paris, and I see no reason why you should accept it jpr the blessed truth any more than you do the thou sand -and one idle reports that are al ways floating about. And, Harold, if you really love her, why don't you tell her so? Fred told me the moment he found out. ! But there ! I sha'n't talk any more; it's no use." "It is not," declares Harold, with em phasis ; "for unless, by some unforeseen turn in the wheel of fortune, she be comes as poor as myselfj and I don't believe the wheel contemplates any such turn, I shall never speak of love to Miss Alberta Lee." Rude, obstinate, wretched boy!" c colds the little sister; 'I wash my hands of you. If you insist upon being unhappy, be so. Not another word do you hear from me to-night, for my breath is all frozen on my veil, making it stiff and uncomfortable, and I've rear son to think,; notwithstanding my prom ise to the contrary, my big brother, I'm going to sneeze." j . "My darling," says the big brother,: fumbling in his great-coat pockets, I've another sky, or moon, or cloud, or what ever you call'it, here bought it as I came along, for fear " "Har," , interrupts Cora, solemnly, "if you wrap another, thing about me, even if It be the finest gossamer, I shall cease to breathe;" and she twines the veil she had unfolded about the lower part of her face again, and relapses into silence. i "Here she Is and time I think," says Harold, his blue eyes flashing with no pleasant light, as a laughing party ran down the steps of the Xe mansion "and crowded -into the empty sleigh. "And, thunder and Mars I that infernal Dan . ! ) -i r 1 , . - 1 . i Van Renssalaer is at her side. G'lang Ned !" savagely. And ayray they all start, laughing, singing, and shouting as only young people sleigh-riding on a fine moonlight night can laugh and sing and shout. t I , An hour's ride, and then a stop of an hour or two at an old fashioned country hotel would tli ere were more of them ! for a dance (the sole music for which was ! furnished by a very old violin, played ,by a still older darkey, who the dance ended, proceeded to display his musical skill with much rolling of the eyes and stamping of the right foot, by performing a composition of his own, the theme being "The Queen Bee's Visit to the Garden of Roses," and the most noticeable point in which was a f hum-um-um," commencing pianissimo, cre scendo to fortissimo, and then diminu endo (until the Queen Bee flew away again) and a supper. At the supper an immense turkey presided, flanked by crisp salads, broiled quails, and the various pies of the coun try ; but he, the turkey, didn't preside long, for he was soon reduced to much less than a skeleton; and then the sleighs were brought from the stable, and the heads of the horses, the horses nothing loth, turned homeward ; and the good-natured landlady and the red haired chambermaid, and Dan Van Renssalaer and his chums, had all they could do in the way of searching for articles of wearing apparel, and helping on jackets, and holding shawls and cloaks, and tying veils for at least fifteen minutes. Hurry up," at length shouts some one from outside, "If you want to get back to the city before the moon turns her back on us;" and down stairs they go pell-mell, helter-skelter, and jump and tumble, and are lifted into the sleighs again. Harold Brown grasps his own par ticular charge from the group as they reach the roadside, and carefully seat ing her in his sleigh, heaps the heavy robes around her and springs in himself. Hundreds of silvery bells jingle to gether in pleasant discord ; the bid darkey whose Queen Bee hafiever ex tracted so much honey withan "m" from the garden of roses before, r.flings his battered hat in the air, and shouts, "Hurrah!" and then seizes his old vio lin and plays "Hail, Columbia," as though every note was a soldier of 1776 ; and away they speed for home once more. ! "How lovely she looked to-night !" begins Harold, after a five-minutes' si lence. "You needn't speak, toad. After that warm room, and the dance, and the supper, it is more necessary than ever that you should be careful. All I ask of you is to listen. As a listener, you can't be surpassed j although as a talker,; like most women, you are apt to get things a littl confused. But don't go to sleep, for that is an insult, I can't and won't stand. Did you ever see such hair ? spun gold ! And how charm ingly she wears it! parted in a wreath ftbout her pretty shoulders. Blondes! There's only one blonde In the world, and that's Alberta Lee. Her skin is like the snow with the moonlight on it; and being beautiful because she is so fair, I suppose it wouldn't be fair in me to even dream of her turning Brown. Hi, Ned! Good heavens! the intelli gent brute heard that dreadful attempt at a joke and tried to run away. So-o-o, old fellow, I won't do it again. And she never spoke to me, Cora. And yet when we were boy and girl together I've stolen many a kiss from that sweet red mouth unreproved, and she used to call me iMj Harold:, Let me see that must hae been eight years ago. And then as she grew older, she grew more shy; butJ I was 'Harold' still, often 'dear Harold,' until her father, wrhp. shows what an idiot he is, in spite of his years, by encouraging that great idiot, Van Renssalaer, made that lucky hit in Wal street, and the whole family went abroad to learn how to play the aristo crat to humble friends at home. It's true I didn't go near her to-night There were too many around her.; 'The rose that all are praising is not the rose for me.' And the dance I should liked to have danced with her, the dance we danced j together in the 'long ago,' she gave to Louis Vance the very jn an I came near knocking down one evening at her house for taking her .picture from her album and putting it Jn his breast-pocket, with some illy, spooney remark about his heart. Ho vd her mo ther glared at me as I snatched it from his hand! and she said, with a cool drawl, 'Pray, Mr. Brown, what is it to you?" Deuce take her lovely, exas perating, bewitching impudence she well knew what it: was to me, the golden-haired, lily-white little hypocrite ! I suppose she'll marry that; Van Renss elaer' and he muttered something which didn't sound like a blessing be tween his teeth 'or some of his set not one of whom is worthy to hold her fan, 'the bonnie wee thing,' as our old Scotch nurse used to say "breaking off with what in a woman we would call a hysterical laugh. ?'I say, sis, are you asleep? You needn't say a word, my -butterfly ; just shake your head," The worsted things and veils that formed the butterfly's cocoon moved slowly and with difficulty from side to side - t " I ; - S ! All right, dear. I feel as though I talk of her toj-nighf, and to whom I talk but you, my darling? my can little sister who has never withheld' her love a n.d "sympathy from me,' Goid bless her I But, Cora, if any poor fellow had loved you all his life long, and you bad led him to believe! for many years j that affection, and then, you returned his growing richer, as he, through no fault of his own, grew poorer if you turned awayj from him arid smiled upon those who Were only hi$ superiors in w'ealth and position, I'd jdisown you. Mouse of my life, I would Indeed?" "But suppose the 'poor fellow' had neverj told his love when we met! after a long separation ?" whispered the fmouse of his life.' j jj "In; words, you mean? Pshaw-! the are a hundred ways in which a man tells his love, arid a woman knows every one of them jby heart." ! "But suppose,"! in anothcr faint whisper, "that when she returned from abroad, she found him S man so! much less manly than the youth she had left that he could stoop to believe that be cause he had become poor, as the world goes, sjhe could forget the happy, happy days they spent together, and cared for eac?h other ? Suppose that he lent a ready jjear to silly reports about) her one, for instance, that she was engaged io be married to 'tlilat idiot Van Rensse laer?' j" . "Cora!" No reply. i "Cora, I say I" Perfect silence, i "You tormenting little tiling," shaking her gently ; with his strong right hand j"why don'tjyou answer me? I won't give you a kijss for a week if you don't. There's something uncanny about you. Where's you-lisp? You had one a shorji time ago; you know you did Cora!"; "My name is Alberta, please, j sir ;"! and the veil that had hidden her face flew aside, and a long tress of golden hair floated out and brightened the night, j j ! The xeins fell frjra Harold's hands. Albert caught them skilfully. " 'Tik well," she said, "that in tho30 by-gone days you taught me how to drive."i For one moment her lover gazed at her in gasped, open-eyed iwonder. Then he "Great heavens! what a fool !" i "Thank you, Mr.i Brown." said the fair one, with a smile. j "Not rou Alberta4-th under and Mars ! no, but me, myself j- to be so near and yet so far. What a consummate " "Skip the hard words; there isn't the slightest need of them," interrupted Al berta mischievously. "Cora thought she'd like a ride in tjhebig sleigh, and I hadn't the heart to refuse the child. Hope I haven't intruded, Mr. Brown. And now, as we'rej turning into our street, you'd better take the reins again." "Al berta Bertie -j- sweetheart, ! say something kind to me before we part," he pleads, grasping jboth the reins; and the little! hands that hold them. ! "What shall I sayjMr. Brown i'f He bends his head and looks earnestly in her face. "Say 'Harold' first." " 'Harold, " she repeats, with a saucy smile, and then wresting her hands away, she sinks back and leans her head on his shoulder which droops to meet it,1 and goes on in a softened voice: Fm not engaged to Dan Van Renss elaer, wliom you with charming consis tency, call an idiot for loving ne; and my papa,who is th? dearest and best papa in j the whole jvorldin spite tof your impertinent remarks about him, cares nothing for wealth and position, compared to my happiness; and I (my self, 'lllyrrhite little hypocrite' to the contrary, haven't the'slightest objection to turning Brown, my Harold." i "God bless vou, dearest." 1 "Yes, yes, but don't kiss me just now, please. We're at our 6wn door, and the light ofi upon us, he street lamp is falling full and there's! dear old anxious papa peeping out trying to catch a glimpse of his only son and heiress." "ood-hight," "good-night," re sounded from every side as each particu lar sleigh started foj: that! particular place to which its particular party be longed, with the exception of the sleigh in charge of the horse icalled Ned. That remained in frpnt of the dwell ing of the "princess.M while its happy owner, with Cora, his little sister, who had suddenly appeared at his side, on one arm, and Alberta,! his pretty sweet heart on the other, ascended the marble i t steps. "Papa,'f called out entered the hall, "Mr Alberta, as they Harold Brown has been pehaving in ja dreadful man ner. He has called me all sorts of names; abused met most shamefully to my face, actually shaken me, and, worst of jail, declared he wouldn't' kiss me for a week. Send John to look after Ned- poor horse he isn't to Iblame and then I demand that you demand an explana tion." The Influence of Oxford and Cam bridge Over tbe Professions. i - It Is J nevertheless true that Oxford and Cambridge care little to exercise a large influence over the professions. Let us take the profession of medicine as an instance in point. The study of medicine, more than that of any other profession", la based upon a large extent of scientific knowledge and ahy uni versity 'in Ight consider it a high duty to have itsj scientific methods of instruc tion adapted to a noble calling. ! But Oxford and Cambridge have very small influence, either on the preparatory scientificor-more technical'tralnlng of medicalj men. There are 14,101 medi cal practitioners in England and Wales, and of ithese Oxford, Cambridge j and Durham have graduated only 230, or 1-6 per cent. The Scotch universities have 2,829 of their medical graduates in England, and therefore influence the Englishj medical profession to the ex tent oi 20 per cent; while in Scotland itself, 63 per cent, of the medical pro fession are graduates in medicine. These figures are taken ! from an excell ent lecture on medical education. by Dr. Morgan, an Oxford M. D. Even the ideal of Oxford and Cambridge, that they should lay the basis of neces sary culture, but; should not teach pro fessions bears small fruit in the impor tant profession of medicine. The two universities produce annually from 600 to 800 B. A.'s, and out of these, we should jfind many prepared to enter upon medical studies. But only five or six annually oecome medical men. Hence it is obvious that Oxford .and Cambridge have j remarkably small in fluence n a profession requiring more 'than ariy other a large and accurate scientific knowledge. Jbven ii we in clude the LondohUnlversity, the whole English; universities combined only give 4 or 5 per cent, of graduates to the most scientific profession in the coun try. .As regards theology and law, the indirect influence of the English uni versities is no doubt -considerable; but there is no exercise of the higher facul ties of theology and law, in the sense of methodized training and instruction, such as! is given in the German and Scotch universities. In the present relations at Oxford and Cambridge to public education, .their small direct in fluence on the professions and occupa tions of the people will be deemed a glory, and not a shame. They stand on the higher platform of given knowledge for its own sake, and not for its applica tions. I do not combat the elevation of the ideal, but it places the two universi ties above the heads of the great bulk of the people, and practically restricts their advantage to a class of wealthy men who have no need to study for professionsi .Middle-class men and poor men are to oe round in the uni versitiesl but they are attracted : there by gold and not by knowledge.- Mac- millari's Magazine. The Cb.iefMteeii of Burmati. i It is the custom of the Burmese royal family to intermarry strictly within it self. Thus the late Queen was a half sister of the King of Burmah. From this practice may he traced much of the insanity which! has constantly made its appearance in the Burmese royal dyn asties. Therrawaddy, a descendant of the great Alouong Pyah, w;as a notable instance, of a mad King of Burmah, and several other kings have been addicted to susoicious freaks. The Naudau was sixty years old and ig said to have been much respected. During her lifetime she was generally accredited with hav ing a great deal to do with the chief po litical movements of her day-In Burmah. The remains ofi the deceased Queen are embalmed.) She will neither be buried nor burnt, j According to tpe strict im memorial custopi of the Burmese cjourt these remains, saystheltangoon Gazette, are to be placed jin one of the apartments occupied by the Queen during her life in the palace, clothed in royal robes, and surrounded with all the jewels and par aphernalia of Burmese royalty. In that state thej body Is tq remain until time completes the work; of destruction , or another King asccmjs the throne, when the corpse will invarjably b thrust into a lumDei-rbom Or consigned to mother earth. It is the! intention of the King to spend a portion tif each; day in the apartment containing the remains of the Queen, in contemplations and mus ings on the transitory nature of this life. This deterininaion Is in strict ac cordance with the precepts of the Bud hist religion. If the Burmese King ab dicates, as is not very improbable, he will become a holy Hpoongee. All bus iness is jat; a stand-still in fMandalay. Every prisoner l! not under sentence of death will be liberated. The lying-instate ceremonials are to be opened with great ceremony.! In brief, as they say in Indiaj there is a grand tumasha going on in Mandalay.' Rangoon Gazette. , , Times of general calamity and confu sion have ever been productive of great minds. The purest ore Is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt la elicited from tne darkest storms. I ' , ..... ,. . , . . I ' t r . 1 FOE THOUGHT. The smallest hair casts its shadow. Tlihobleli motive is the public good. iNtlle urei Gol's Testament. lJieoaoreiratter. tore He h who knows no language but hU ill , , It wivn w nox even Know .mat. is Whilst! thou II vest keep .a good tongue ir thjy head--S'AaA:eipirc.'" ' The yaiue jof a man's education cinnot be estimated by the price he paid for It. Trmh is at the bottom of a well, and ti e well nasi apparently caved in. iphilosOphy - lies in two words. sustain in'!1 and "abstain." Emctctus. OPg life without rest or peace In God 1$ iiothing but a long martyrdom. pd) riot forget that while you fold your JiahdsL i Time folds not up hi wingsu i If !faiseh paralyzed the tongue. wliatfa death sooiei. :; j ! -j. K 1 t like silence would pervade would only take the ad- vice he jgiyesJ to Via VkrJVv! I I other people he would It took! thousands ot ages to fit the eaj-th fox hiatif and it may take as long to pt man for earth. e notaflronted at aiest. If one throw evfer sd-mucljj salt at thee, thou wilt re- ceivewd ulcerous harm; unless t hou art raw and 11 known florictilturallst says oinei violet seed in a bushel will 1 i J-Vll iaps not, unless he put ;he bushel. ever flutf much confidence in such confidence in Others. A man as put pro n el bit) suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor lor what he sees In himse An yitatib to a starving woman to meeting is not half as attend godd 4 4 a squa e meal, lit is difflcult to be a goodi Christian on an empty i 8 to piac Keso er to speak of a man' vir his .ue$ back ) ijav ilia lauits ueuiuu golden rnle the observation of hvlifc would at once banish flattery and deMmitfdii from the earth. Youthl - . t t vanishes, manhood flies : soon J old age is oursJ land then!, like children, weary tired with th( day's amusement, and annoyahces and disap are glad to lie down and pointment? sleep. The hat hath made vou fair hath made ou good ; the goodness that is chear) I i beauty makes beauty brief in goodness: but firrace.tbeinfi- the soul of your J complexion, should keep the body ofi it elver fair. Shakespeare. yjqilrig French duchess once ob served cci Madkme de Maintehon : 'My aunit, ybi' must admit that in -England Trio nil A&n a trrv&iifn hoffor f lion f Vi a hlmva and do.ybtijknbw why, my aunt? .Be cause jrider kings, it i3 women who sjovorn jand men under queens." ' .It wee well If there were fewer be roes, fprj I ca xely ever heard of any, jxceptin g i Hercules, but did more mis chief than: good. These overgrown mor tals nse their will with their right hand andtthr reii.on with! their left. Jqramy Collier j j- .- ?wie cejrtainljf ought not to treat living Cr!eaturie3 like s lioes or household goods which j phen I vorn out with use we throw av ray; and were it only to teach benevoiehce; to human kind we should be'mercudl .to other creatures. Pytha- meth d in the distribution of your tlm EV rv hour will then know its prbner employment,! and no time will be ibst. JdJeness will then be shut but! at efery ateinue, and with a numer- ous bod of yices that make up her trM4: Nlb'tralt of character Is! more valuable thai Hpme can neveft be made happy without. ltj It ,18 j like jflOwers springing up In our path wayl revising and , cheering ua. Kind, wdrkls and looks are the outward de!m6nstration patience and forbear-' aricejareithe sentiments within. r tii' i I rly jan bglpa to commence the day wfth of Self denial which gives the miii tone for the whole dav. It re)Lie(!msbmB for early prayer, thereby dedicating the first warm aspirations to Gd, peifbre jthmdull, deadening, earth ward nnuencesof the world have had time td I Bmpalr the freshness of early feeling, j Late rising is the prelude to a day in Yich Everything seems to go wton.-4j'ijpJfc IK. Robertson. !a ve !sn;cprrispondent sends to Na ture an Iitee8ting instance of a joint stock jpopcernl jln the poultry yardr "Two lenisj sat on, or by, one nest, and thus p twjen thorn hatched one chick. They haS e sijnce, for some weeks, been paraqhg the yard, each clucking and manifest! rig all the anxiety and care of a trutj Wother over this one. The hens never qiirel, qr show the least appear ance ofyealousybr rivalry." In 4l atbniijf ' George Sand make Mad aim e; Thierry say of her husband. "My pdrf hiishand had a fertile, bril liant andgracei"il imagination; he was one" of llihose jho fill life with unex pected plbfsure; far from being ambi tious, arid leager in the pursuit of glory, his aim seemed jto' be the enjoyment of whawVeri most agreeable. Painting was6 his! amusement, and he allowed nothing to; trouble him." . ! This is the way tney conect oiu aeois inMdukdelni the debtor's V14Ua . AUb father, age seventy, I into soh had no money; the prison , j The fW riidlmuch: the jailors ueu me old mknJ hand lahd foot in stocks, to a post tjtvo feet high, so that he could nei ther bit rtor! lie down, and kept him there jseyefral days. The process did not wrench I a penny out of the old miseri They then cramped his foot Into a place iDetweeu ui8 uuu and left tifiia One nlght. The next morn ing they, ibtarid a! corpse in the' stocks. ' i ! I 1 i I H . FOOD B i "Not grow sqme r r t -II IE ve nev rx Ufa P ' petty hand i
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