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•1.50 FSB YEAB. DEVOTED TO THE AGRICULTURAL, MECHANICAL, POL AND MATERIAL INTEBESTB OF NOfiTH OLBOLINA. _ J. H. WIIICHARD * BRO., EDITORS and PKOPEIETOES. GREENVILLE, PITT CO., N. C., THURSDAY, JULY 8, 1880. ■ " —■ ■ —"W".. .'.I- . || ' VOL. m. NO. 38. A Night Watch. " h it not morning yet t” From side to aid s Hie sick girl tossed, hot-browed and heavy eyed, And moaned with ieverish breath when I replied, “ I t is not morning yet.” “ Is it not morning yet ?” Oh, leaden hours, Bow slow they move! The night mote darkly lowers Cold on the wan leaves strikes the sudden showers; “ It is not morning yet.” . ' “ Is it not morning yet 1” The clock tickson, e sands tall slow; not hall the night is gone, Again I answer to the restless moan— “ It is not morning yet.” “ is it not morning yet?” With tender care I bathe her brow and smooth her damp fair hair, And try to soothe her with soil, words oi ; prayer. “ It is not morning yet." ‘ Is it not morning yet T" It she could sleep, If those tired lids those burning eyes could koep! God knows the thorns are sharp, the road is steep! “ It is not morning yet.” " Is it not morning yet ?" "Tbs coming dear.*' And while I speak, the shadows press more near, And all the room grows colder with my inor “ It is not morning yet.” "Is it not morning yet?” How lain t and low The piteous accents! Do not tremble so, My heart, noriail me, while I answer, “No It is not not morning yot ?” " Is it not morning yet” I bow my head; God answers while the eastern sky glows reo And smiles upon the still lace on the bed— "Yes, it is morning now!” “ ROSES, »3 —= “Roses, indeed!” said Mr. Merritt, with a dark frown on his countenance —“a dollar’s worth of roses! I never heard of such nonsense ■ in my life. What in the name of common sense do you] wanof roses, I’d like to know ? Ain’t there lots of wild ones down in the swamp P” Mary Merritt stood crimson and con fused beneath the lash of her father’s sneering words. She was a slight, pretty girl of eighteen, with bright brown eyes, hair smooth and glossy as a chestnut rind, an<j ft complexion of thd pures’ pink and white. “I — thought I’d like a few noweis in the door-yard,” hesitated Mary, scarcely venturing to lift her eyes from the floor. “Flowers!” sarcastically eehoed her filtihUTi “ Wouldn’t you like a set of diamonds, *>r a black-velvet gown P Or a carriage ^nd fourP If I’d known you was such tt fine lady I’d have had the house newlyfurnished with red vel vet cushions and a Brussels carpet. Tou must have a dd»J of money to spare, to go about ordering’dollars’ worths of roses!” “.It’s my own moneyv4ftther,vv Cried poor Mary, fairly stung to desperation “I earned it with my own hands, binding shoes at night, after the day’s work was done.” “ And you’re mine, ain’t you—and all that belongs to youP” said Josiah Mer * — rftt, grimly. “ And if you’re able to ■] earn any extra money, it had ought to be handed over to me. Give me tha! letter with the dollar-bill in it?” « Can’t I have any roses, father P” said Mary, with a sinking heart. “Not on this here farm,” said Mr. — Merritt. “All the spare money we can raise goes to payin’ interest on the old mortgage and keeping up the buildings and fences. A dollar ain’t much,” eying poor Mary’s precious bill, “bul dollar will help along. Now go back to your milk-skimming, or your bread making, or whatever you’re about* t And if you want any roses or posies go nut into the fields arter them.” He went out as he spoke, banging the kitchen-door after him, and Mary sat down and cried. She was so tired of the plantain-weeds and running white clover in the door ,: > . yard; she had so longed fora fewbright spots of color there. And she had worked so hard to earn the money that her father had jnst coolly confiscated. Josiah Merritt kept no servant, and she was the patient household drudge. So Mary washed and ironed, baked and cleaned, made cheese and batter, raised a whole colony of young turkeys, geese and chickens, and mended her father’s shirts and stockings between times. For poor Mrs. Merritt bad been “worked ” out of the world years be fore, and nothing remained oi her but a tender memory in Mary Is heart, and a crooked tombstone, half-buried in weeds and briars, in the village church yard. Nor did she venture to plead that one of the confiscated roses had been “for mother’s grave!” “ It’s too bad,” saM Joel Harvey,who, from the back shed, where he had been sharpening his sickle, had heard the whole altercation. " Why didn’t you let the poor girl have her roses, Mr. Merritt?” 11 Because I don’t believe In encourag ing no such high-flown notions,” re torted the former, stiffly. “ Yes, but—1” “It’s my business, Joel Harvey, not yours.” said Mr. Merritt. “And now, if that there scythe’s ready, we’ll go back to the ten-acre lot. Time is money, and we’ve wasted enough of it already this morning.” “Old savage!” mattered Joel, indig nantly, to himself, he followed his employer. “I’d just like to serve him our that I would! Put him into a kettle of boiling silver, and fire it up with greenbacks. Money, money, money! I believe he thinks the world is made of money- L That evening, when he brought in the milking-pails, he slipped a little parcel into Mary’s hand. “ It is a sucker from mother’s big, white rose bush,”said be. “Maybe you can make it grow; and I guess I can get you slips from Squire Aber nethy’s great, red ‘ Giant of Battles,’ that fairly makes your head ache with its color.?’ Mary’s eyes brightened. “How good you are, Joel!” said she. “Father thinks—” “I know,” interrupted the young man, contracting his brows. “ He thinks you have no right to a pleasure or a luxury in the World—that it’s your only business to grind out money for him.” T “There are times,” said*''Mary, sadly, when I think I can’t stand it any longer. If I knew of any place where they wanted a girl to help with the housework, or—” _ “ You’d avail yourself of it, hey f’ sneered the hoarse voice ot Farmei Merritt, behind her. A pretty serpent I’ve been a-nourishing of in my breast You’ll just stay at home, Mary Merritt and do your duty as you ought. As fo: you, Joel Harvey clear out of this Here’s your, wages for the month There’s hired men enough to be had, 1 guess, without having a fellow around who puts your own gal up to rebelliou! “Just as you please, Mr. Merritt,’ said independent Joel. “i m suited ii you are.. I’re laid up a bit of money and I’ve an idea of investing it for my self. Good-bye, Mary!” Mary burst into tears. Joel had been her only friend; but Mr. Merritt frowned darkly at her. “ Go and strain the nilk, girl,” said he. “ Here, you”—to oel—“ take youi money and begone!” And he flung it at him, as if he had been a dog. Joel stooped to pick up the dollars that went rolling about the kitchen floor. “Much obliged to you or your politeness, Mr. Mer itt,” stud he. “ Perhaps I may b able to return it some day.” ' To which the irate farmer returned no answer. Jool Stood unhesitatingly at the gar den-gate a minute before he left the premises. “ I should like to say just one word to Mary,” he said to himself. “ But per haps I’d better not. Old Merritt is in such a white rage that he would visit it upon her if I were further to offend him. And I guess she knows my heart and can trust me—just for a while.” A month afterward Josiah Merritt strode indignantly into|the room where Mary stood, paje and careworn, mixing up gpougernn thd morrow’s bread. “ What’* the matter, father?” she said. “Matter enough!” roared Merritt “ Old Folke has sold that mortgage of mine, and tfie new man is going to fore close right off! It’s a little overdue, to be sure, but how is a man to raise six thousand dollars at thirty days’ notice ? I can’t do it no more than if it were sixty thousand!” “But what are we to do, father?” Mary asked, with a troubled counte nance — “ We’ll have to clear out, that is all!” said Merritt, sullenly. “You most get a situation or go into the factory, and I shall have to take a place with Morri son’s hands. “Who is the man, father?” tearfully asked Mary. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. He’s coming here to-morrow with Thomp son, the lawyer, worse luck to him,” Thompson, the lawyer, arrived in due time, and with him came—Joel Harvey. “ Mary,” said he, “ 1 never could ask you to marry me while I was homeless. But now, darling, I can ask you to Btay on here in your own old home. J’ll build out a bay window on the south end of the sitting-room, and put a new piazza along the front, and a pump in the kitchen, and I’ll hire a girl to do the rough work. And I’ll try and show you, dearest, that a farmer’s life need not necessarily be. a life of drudgery!” "But,” hesitated Mary, “father—” “He’s welcome to a home here it he chooses,” said Joel, heartily. “ And I'll try and be a good son to him, for your sake, Mary!” But Josiah Merritt declined to stay— nor was honest Joel veryjmuch grieved at his decision. And Mary was quietly married to the “ new man,” and upon the wedding day a whole wagon load of rose bushes ar rived—white. pink, yellow and vivid scarlet. , “We’ll plant ’em right out in the front yard, dear,” said the bridegroom. “ For I mean that from this time hence forward your life shall be all roses!” “Mamma,” said Henry Thomas, a bright little fellow over in Algiers; “ Mamma, have my toes got eyes P” “No, my darling; why do you ask such a foolish question “ Because my foot’s asleep.”— Toledo Globe Japan has a surplus of rice equal in value to $36,000,000, but which it can not realize upon, in consequence Qf the exclusive character of the navigation laws ofthe empire, ■■If!'/ .:-f"! . I-!!!! f' MAKE TWAIN OH THE ANT, Hot Much Wisdom to bo Found Whan | Ton Qo To Him. Now and then, while ]we rested, we watched the laborious ant at his work. I found nothing new in him—certainly nothing to change my opinion'of him. Itseems to be that in the matter of in tellect the ant must be a strangely over rated bird. During many summers now I have watched him, when I ought to have been in better business, and I have not yet come across a living ant that seemed to have any more sense than a dead one. I refer to the ordinary ant, of course; I have had no experience of those wonderful Swiss and African ones who vote, keep drilled armies, bold slaves and dispute about religion. Those particular ants may be all that the naturalists paint them, but I am per suaded that the average ant is a sham. ►I admit his'industry, of course; he is the hardest-working creature ii^ the world—when anybody is looking—but his leatherheadedness is the point I make 'against him. He goes out foraging, he makes a capture, and then what does he dof, Go home? No, he goes any where but home. He doesn’t know where Lome is. His home may be only three feet ajvay; no matter, he can’t nna it. He makes his capture, as I have said; it is generally something that can be of no sort of use to Mmself or anybody else; it Is uiaauy seven times bigger than it ought to be; he hunts out the awkwardC8t place to take hold of; he lifts it bodily up in the air by main force, and starts—not toward home, but in the opposite direction; not calmly and wisely, but with a frantic haste which is wasteful of his strength; he fetches up against a pebble, and, instead of going around it, he climbs over it backward, dragging his booty after him, tumbles down the other side, jumps up in a passion, kicks the dust off his clothes, moistens his hands, grabs his property viciously! yanks it this way, then that, shoves it ahead of him a moment, turns tail and lugs it after him another moment, gets madder and madder, then presently hoists it into the air and goes tearing away in an entirely new direction; comes to a weed; it never occurs to him to go around it. No; he must climb it, and be does climb it, dragging his worth less property to the top—whioh is as bright a thing to do as it would be for me to carry a sack of flour from Heidel berg to Paris by way of Strasburg steeple; when he gets up there he finds that is not the place; takes a cursory glance at the scenery, and either climbs down again or tumbles down, and starts off once more—as usual in a new di rection. At the end of half an hour he fetches up within six inches of the place he started from, and lays his burden down. Meantime he has been all over the ground for. two yards around, and climbed all the weeds and pebbles he came across. Now he wipes the sweat from his brow, strokes his limbs, and then marches aimlessly off, in as vio lent a hurry as ever. He traverses a good deal of zig-zag oountry, and by-and-bye stumbles on his same booty again. He does not remember to have ever seen it before; he looks around to see which is not the way home, grabs his bundle and stalls. He goes through the same adventures he had before, finally stops to rest, and a friend comes along. Evidently the friend remarks that a last year’s grasshopper leg is a very noble acquisition, and inquires whefe he got it. Evidently the proprietor does not remember exactly where he did get it, but thinks he got it “ around here some where.” Evidently the friend contracts to help him freight it home. Then, with a judgment peculiarly antic (pun not intentional), they take hold of the opposite ends of that grasshopper-leg and begin to tug with all their might in opposite directions. Presently they take a rest and oonfer together. They decide that something is wrong, they can’t make out what. Then they go at it again, just as before. Same result. Mutual recriminations follow. Evi dently each accuses the other of being an obstructionist. They warm up, the dispute ends in a fight. They lock themselves together and chew each other’s jaws for awhile; then they roll and tumble on the ground till one loses a horn or,a leg and has to haul off for repairs. They make up and go to work again in the same old insane wv; but the crippled ant is at a disadvantage; tug as he may, the othei;.one drags off the booty and him at the end of it. In stead of giving up, he hangs on and gets his shins bruised against every obstruc tion that comes in the way. By-and bye, when that grasshopper-leg has been drawn over the same old ground once more, it is finally dumped at about the same spot where it originally lay. The two perspiring ants inspect it thoughtfully and decide that dried grasshopper legs are a poor sort of prop erty alter all. and then eaoh starts ofi in a different direction to see if he can’t find an old nail or something else that is heavy enough to afford entertainment, and, at the same time, valueless enough to make an ant want to own it.—Mark Twain, in “Tramp Abroad." ' At Folkestone, England, lately, i married couple who only three week after marriage had separated, by mntua consent, met on the beaoh, when th< husband ran up to the wife, pnt hii arms around her, and kissed her. Bhi gave him in custody for assault, and lu was bound over in 91,000 to keep thi pease. i FOB THE FUR SEX. FtiUm total. Soft fluffy white fringe it now used on snowy wool goods. Cashmere straw is extensively em ployed for children’s hats. For weddings creamy white satin is being used for the entire dress, with 'ace and tulle for trimmings. Fringes of white pearl edging, quaintly cut basques, and poufs of satin on the sleeves, are on imported wedding dresses. Dark green Surah s,UJrs are brightened by borders of foulard of gay colors in striped pattern, such as a cream ground with figures of pale blue and red Heliotrope shades of cashmere of light weight are codBlned with satin de Lyon of lighter or darker shades for dressy costumes for the seaside resorts. Turbans for little girls have the plain brim of cashmere straw, with the crown of satin damask, gathered to a cluster in the center, and garnished with a deep silk tassel, after the fashion of the Turkish fez. Nearly akin to the nun’s veiling in effect are the delicate mull batistes. These are generally of the unbleached or the pale ecru tint, and are in piain patterns, and robes with embroidered flounces and other trimming. Bridemaids wear simple and charm ing dresses of white musiin with col ored ribbons andLeghorn hats, in Eng lish fashion, or else they have white Spanish lace veils draping the head like the mantillas of Spanish women. Pearl-colored brocaded satin with plain satin and point lace is again the favorite dress for the mother to wear when accompanying her daughter to the altar. There are, however, depart ures from this conventional color, and pale blue, gold brocade or very dark maroon with flounces of white lace is worn. Long scari-like pieces of point lace are imported with lace trousseaux, to be used first as bridal veils, and after ward as mantillas or as overskirt drapery; the bride has one end of this scarf fastened far forward in her coif fure, then caught up on each shoulder, and falling thence low on the train of her dress. We have noticed some stylish cos tumes for. misses, made of zephyr cloth and handkerchief plaids. The skirt was made of the plaids, laid in kilts; this, of course, attached to a lining at the top. T he overdress of zephyr was a round, wrinkled apron, caught high at the sides, and looped quite fully in the back. The jacket was closed to the waist line, and then cutaway in points. The overskirt, jacket and sleeves, were trimmed with plaitings of Languedoc lace. Flora aUFUnuy*! Drum. A New Tork correspondent tells how Mies Flora Me Flimsy’s gorgeous dresses happen to be described in so ciety papers: We met the other day the reporter of a “ society ” paper. She assured us that the thirst of the public for names was something remarkable. The more names that filled the columns of a so ciety paper the more entertaining jit was considered. Her account of her quest for society information was not a little amusing, and showed a curious side of human nature. The scene is that of a brilliant party, all the re markable dresses of which are to be described in the columns of the society paper. The following dialogue takes piece: Reporter to showily-dressed Flora McFlimsy—“I would like to describe your dress. Will you allow meP lam the reporter of the Society News." Flora—“Oh, mercy, no; you must not do anything of the kind; mamma would dislike it so much.” Reporter, turning to go—“ Very well, it makes no difference.” Flora, hesitating —“Dear me, did you really want to write about it?” Reporter—“I had thought to make some mention of it, but it is not neces sary.” Flora—“How awfully odd it would be to stand up and have you look me all over, and then write about my dress. No, I am sure mamma would not like it.” Reporter bows and turns to depart “ Very well, just as you say.” Flora, hastening after the reporter— “Come back and write about my dreSe if you want to. Ma won’t care—any way, I can't help it if she does;” It is thus that the public learns the important information that Flora Me. Flimsy wai at Mrs. Blank’s brillianl ball and wore an elaborate dress, made so-and-so. and trimmed so-and-so. JeHmjr Umd, '• 'Mm. Hooper writes that the eyes o Jenny Lind are ae lovely as ever in theii expression and in their soft depths o lustrous blue. Her abundant browi hair, slightly silvered, she still dress® in the same fashion as of old! She lately spoke in warm terms of affection o America, saying: “ Tour country take the rabble of all other countries am gives them a chance.” To an alluaioi to the charm of her tinging in her youth * particularly in devotional music, sb 1 answered, with a rapt expression: “1 ■ was because my voice came from God > and I sang to God." i Rev. Louis Wasawoanayana is a Da i kota clergyman. He has one satisfac i Hon, however. Nobody opens hi* let ten by mistake, Astonishing the Satires. Mr. Whymper won the admiration ot his Alafkan Mends by the exhibition of a few oi those amusing pyrotechnic toys termed Pharaoh’s serpents. Sir Samnel Baker found a galvanic battery a sure source of astonishment in savagedom. At parting with Rot Janaar, of Fatiko, the traveler placed the two handles of the apparatus it the hands of that poten tate, which gave a shock, and sent him away surprised and delighted; and nothing pleased the king of Unyoro so much as witnessing the effect of electri city on the members of his court and household, every one of whom was compelled to undergo the operation-, Knmrasi insisting upon the operator putting the battery to its utmost power and going into roars of laughter at the sight of his favorite minister rolling on his back in contortions, without the possibility of letting the torturing han dles fall from his grasp. The author of “Two Years in Fiji” found a scarifier (a kind of cupping glass) of even greater service to himself, while yielding unbounded delight to the natives. “ Nothing,” he writes, “ was considered more witty by those in the secret than to place this appar ently harmless instrument on the back of some unsuspecting native and touch the spring. In an instant tweive lancets would plunge into the swarthy flesh. Then would follow a long-drawn cry, scarcely audible amidst the peals oi laughter from the bystanders. As soon as the native recovered from the alarm consequent on the suddenness of this attack, he would ask to have the appli cation repeated perhaps six or seven times. The reason of this was not very evident at first, but I found by-and-bje that the operation was considered a wholesome one, and also that the regu larity of the marks left on the skin was much admired. At a time of great scarcity, when the natives refused to sell any food, I bethought myself of the scarifier, and by exacting a taro-rcot from each person who wished to be operated on, succeeded in collecting enough supplies to complete the jour ney.”— Chambers' Journal. BUI Arp on me l'rew. Your iaper is a great comfort to me In every number I find something to put away in mind and memory; some thing that I did not know before, anc which will be of advantage to me ii time to come. If a man can read he can get a good education by taking one good paper; he can keep up with the world, and make himself an entertaining member of society; he can talk up a lit tle on most any subject. Book learning i3 a very good thing, but I know a man who has a power of that, but he never reads the papers, and passes for a fool in hi3 neighborhood. Some papers are not mush account as to appearance, but I never took one that didn’t pay me, in some way, more than I paid for it. One -time an old friend started a little paper away down in Southwestern Georgia, and sent it to me, and I subscribed just to encourage him, and so after a while it published a notice that an administrator had an or der to sell several lots of land at public outcry, and one of the lots was jin my county. So I inquired about the lot, and wrote to my friend to attend the sale and run it to fifty dollars. He did so, and bid off the lot for me at thirty dollars, and I sold it in a month to the man it joined for a hun dred, and so I made sixty-eight dollars clear by taking that paper. My fathei told me that when h3 was a young man, he saw a notice in a paper that a school eaoher was wanted away off in a dis tant county, and he went down there and got the situation, and a little girl was sent to him, and after a while she grew up mighty sweet and pretty, anc he fell in love with her and married her. How, if he hadn’t took that paper, what do you reckon would have become ot me? Wouldn’t 1 be some other feller, or maybe not be at all? The Country Newspaper « Devil.” Tliia is what T. E. Willson, day editor of the New York World, but who hai been in his time editor-in-ohief of a country newspaper and therefore knows whereof he speaks, says about the ‘4 devil” of a country newspaper office: He is the 44 boss” of the country office, eccountable to no man for his short comings. Upon his shoulders rests the dignity of the profession, as well as th< proper management oi the paper. The editor may unbend and go a fishinj 44 with the boys,” but the devil nevei does. The editor may take a hand at « game of baseball, he may even go tc the office with shoes unblackened, but the devil never does. To keep up th< general average of tidiness the devil not only blackens his shoes, but his face at well; and this, gentlemen,is the reasoi why the devil is grimy in feature; not as commonly supposed, because he ii ! under-dean. Upon the light and elasth shoulders of the ‘‘devil” depend th< [ whole internal economy of the office i He is everywhere—when' he is no i wanted,and never where he is—at home Woe to the editor whose copy is not oi l time! Woe to the oompositor wbosi i “ stick" is thrown down carelessly in tm I wrong place! Woe to the luckless fore i man who docs not measure his steps , Better for all and each that they ha< ; not been bom. X have studied the devi i in his place of power and in the sanctit; , —if such a word may be permitted—o his home, and in both places it needs i long spoon to eat with._ In Pads the fashionable shade i “sulphur.” There hi one other plac where, also, it is fashionable, The Streets of Canton. They are very narrow and dirty in he first place, with an average width of from three to five feet. They are paved with long, narrowslabs of stone. Their names are often both devotional and poetical. We saw Peace street and the street of Benevolence and Love. Another, by some violent wrench of the imagination was onlled the street of Re freshing Breezes. Some contented mind had given a name to the street of Early Bestowed Blessings. The paternal senti ment, so sacred to the Chinaman, found expression in the street of One Hun dred Grandsons and street of One Thou sand Grandsons. There was the street of a Thousand Beatitudes, which, let us pray, were enjoyed by its founder. There were streets consecrated to Ever lasting Love, to a Thousandfold Peace, to Ninefold Brightness, to Accumulated Blessings; while a practical soul, who knew the value of advertising, named his avenue the Market of Golden Profits. Other streets are named after trades and avocations. There is Betelnut street, where you can buy the betelnut of which we saw so much in Siam, and the Cocoanut, and Drink Tei* There is where the Chinese hats are sold, and where you can buy the finery of a man darin tor a few shillings. There is Eye glass street, where the compass is sold; afid if you choose to buy a compass, there is no harm in remembering that we owe the invention of that subtle in strument to China. Another streetis given to the manufacture of bows and arrows; another to Prussian blue; a third to the preparation of furs. The shops have signs in Chinese characters, gold letters on a red and black ground, which are hung in front, a foot or two from.the wall, and droop before you as you pass under them. One of the annoyances of the streets is the passage through them of man darins in their palanquins, surrounded by guards, who strike the foot-passen gers with their whips if they do not get out of the way quickly enough.—Har per's Young People. A Strange Ceremony. The strange ceremony of plowing around a village in order to drive away the cattle plague recently took place in one of the villages of Russia. The Rusakfi Courier describes it thus: “The cattle plague broke out in the village of Ozersk, in thp province of Kaluga. In a ew days thirteen cows died, and the peasants were panic stricken. After warm discussions, it was decided to drive out the plague after the manner of our forefathers in similar emergencies— that ia*by ploughing around the village. At midnight, all the women of the vil lage assembled at a spot, to which were brought the things needed for that half pagan, half Christian ceremony, to wit, a holy image, a plough, harness, a bag of sand, and a pail of tar. A strong young woman was harnessed to the plotgh, and, with the assistance of two other girls, proceeded to pull it along. A young girl carrying the holy image (ilcona) headed the procession; she was followed by an old woman with the sand bag, who threw the sand right and left, the ploughing party trying to cover the sand In ploughing, while the woman with the tar pail 1>e8prinkled the soil with tar. A crowd of girls and women followed, each carrying some article with which to make a noise, scythes, tin cans, iron pans, boilers, basins, pokers, and other utensils. Though the noise made was indescrtbable, and the women’s yelling and shouting incessant, they were ineffectual to frighten off the plague spirit, for its ravages in that vil age are undiminished."_ Josh Billings on Marriage. By awl means, Joe, get married, ii you hav a fair show. Don't stand shiv ering on the bank, but pitch rite in and stick your head under and shiver it out. Thar ain't any more trick in getting married than there is in eating peanuts. Many a man has stood shivering on the shore until the river run out. Don’i expect to marry an’ angel—they have been all picked up long ago. Remem ber, Joe, you hain’t a saint yourself. Do not marry for beauty exclusively; beauty is like ice, awfully slippery and thaws dreadfully easy. Don’tmarry for iuv, neither; luv is like a cooking-stove, good for nothing when the fuel gives out. But let the mixture “be some beauty, becomingly dressed, with about $250 in her pocket, a gud speller, handy and heat in her house, plenty of good sense, tuff constitution and by-laws, small feet, alight step; add to this sound teeth and a warm heart. The -mixture will keep in hny climate and will not evaporate. Don't marry for pedigree unless it’s backed by bank notes. A family With nothing but pedi gree generally lacks sense. Went to His Own Funeral. Vital Donat, a Bordeaux merchant, insured his life in Paris for 100,000 francs, and was shortly thereafter declared a fraudulent bankrupt. Douat next dis appeared suddenly, and his wife lodged in Paris a certificate of the death and burial of her husband in England, and claimed the payment of his policy of in surance. That the case was one ol fraud, however, was clearly proved. Douat had actually ordered his own [ coffin, had registered his own death. I and had actually attended his own fun i eral—or rather that of the mass of lead ■ which was found to be inclosed in the t coffin. He was arrested, and in due t course convicted of the firaud. Hj fishing has begun in the Adiron i decks, but the real fun will be post i pooed untO the Hack flies begin to fisl for the men. ITEMS OF 1HTEBE8T. A dead language—Cold tongue. A leading hotel in Dundee, Scotland, is furnished throughout with furniture made in Grand Rapids, Mich. In Germany fruit trees are planted on the sides of public roads and jure pruned and watched by the road makers. The money spent fox tobacco in this country, according to the Retailer, ex ceeds in amount the expenditure for bread A society has been organized in Brooklyn composed exclusively of resi dents who have lived there fifty or more years. There is one reason at.least why type setting machines ought to become very popular with editors. They cannot yell for copy .—Rome Sentinel. A society for the prevention of pie eating has been started in Boston. The New York Commercial says it will be patronized by the upper crust. In the Territory of Arizona, with a population of 50,000, there are only five 1'roUstant ministers and fou> Protestant churches. The churches have a total seating capacity that does not exceed 2,000. Four hundred thousand dollars is the reported loss of the suspended First National Bank of Newark, and still the directors profess not to know where the money is. When reform spelling beoomes uni versal a dime novel hero can write "I kum nv a prowd and hotty race” with out giving himself dead away as regards his early education. An amusing story is told of a thrifty householder in Newburyport, Massachu setts, who travels on a season ticket to and from Boston, and having purchased a bedstead in that city, carried it home piecemeal to save freight charges, 4. It is said tint the deepest gorge inf the world has been discovered iu Col orado. We always had the impression that the biggest gorge in this country might be witnessed at a railway station where the train stops “five minutes for 1 dinner.” A pamphlet entitled “Agriculture in tbe United States and Russia,” just issued in St. Petersburg, concludes that unices all the modern appliances of the grain trade and the improved American methods of agriculture are introduced in Russia, Russian prosperity will be seriously endangered. Dr. I. N. Brown, of Laurel, Ohio, claims that the distinct likeness of a little girl’s face has been photographed by lightning upon a window pane in that town, and that the picture has been recognized by a score of persona as the six-year-old daughter of Thomas Rogers, who ocoupied tbe house in which the window is, a year and a hall ago. There are, he says, three other pictures on the same pane, but no one has yet recognized them; and there are pictures on three other panes in the same window. Washing and rubbing the glass does not remove the pictures. The past year was not a prosperous year for the shipbuilding industry of Canada, the number of new vessels built and registered being 865, of 74,827 tons, against 340 vessels of 101,506 tons in 1878, while in 1874 there were con structed 496 vessels, of 190,756 tons. Canada, however, holds the proud po sition of the fourth maritime power of the world, nearly equaling Norway, which ranks third!. In 1877 Canada ranked fifth among the maritime States, Italy having the fourth place, but last year that nation dropped back to the sixth place. Norway during the past two years has increased her tonnage 34,194 tons, while in the same time the tonnage of the dominion has been in creased by 91,686 tons. Lately an inhabitant of Naples in formed bis friends that he was about to make a trip to Paris. Immediately he was overrun with commissions. Upon his return to Naples the traveler brought with him, however, only a part of the purchases ordered through him. “How in the world could you be s^Torgetflilf" said several of those whom he thus dis appointed. “ I will tell you how it hap pened,” said the Neapolitan; “such and such a one in giving me their commis sions gave me the money at the same time. ” 1 folded each one’s money in the paper on which his commissions were written and placed all the papers on my able. A sudden gust of wind came and blew away every paper that did not contain money—possibly your commis sion was among them.” I Last month the general assembly of the Presbyterian church of the United Stoles, the ruling body of that denomin ation of Protestant Christians, convened at Madison, Wis. The assembly is composed of nearly 600 delegates, minis ters and elders from the thirty-eight synods in this country, which include 179 Presbyteries. In 1879 there were 5,415 churches, 4,938 ministers, 574,466 communicants and 614,774 Sunday school members. To support these churches 99,311,708 was contributed by their congregations, while to home mis sions 9390,683 was given, and to foreign missions 9391,658. For all pnrpoees the amount of money raised aggregated 98,900,013. Li the care of the denomin ation are thirteen theological seminaries, with 534 students for the year, and 101 were graduated. The consideration of all these interests Qome within the soope ol the general assembly.
The Greenville Express (Greenville, N.C.)
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July 8, 1880, edition 1
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