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VOL. J, CARTHAGE MOORE CO., N. (v NOVEMBER 27, 1879. NO. 8.
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A Brutal Spectacle.
The town of Shenandoah, Fa. , was the
scene on Wednesday night of what is
known among English miners as a 'pur
ring match, which is siaiply a game of
endurance, to ehow which can bear the
most kicking on the legs. David T.
Davis, a Cornish miner, and Thomas
Proudflt, of England, were the contest
ants, each having put up $50. The fight
took place in a barroom They each
wore a new pair of stout brogans, and
they kicked so effectually that before the
close of the struggle the corduroy pants
they wore were kicked to ribbons. The
condition of their legs may be imagined.
Thirteen rounds were kicked, when Da
vis gave up and the victory remained
with Pioudnt, who, elated with his snc
cees, darced a jig with a tumbler of
water on his head. Davis was so much
injured that he had to be carried home.
Wine making in Australia is becoming
win m the conrsfi nf ; 4l. . ,
oi some Euronean nnn. wu-
JW d this season is estimated at 390,000
Lyra Incantata.
Within a castle haunted,
As casUes were of old,
There hung a harp enchanted,
And on its rim of gold
This legend was enserolled:
"Whatever bard would win me,
Most Btrike and wake within me,
By one supreme endeavor,
A chord that sounds forever."
Three bards of lyre and viol,
By mandate of the king.
Were hidden to a trial
To find the magic string
(If there were snob a thing).
. Then, after much essaying -
Of tuning, came the playing ;
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..The first a minstrel hoary '.
Who many a "rhyme bad spun
Bang load of war and glory
Of battles fought and won ,
Bat when bis song was done,
Although the bard was lauded,
And clapping hands applauded,
Yet. spite of the laudation,
The harp ceased its vibration.
The sexmd changed the meaeure,
And turned from fire and sword
To sing a song of pleasure
The wine-cup and the board
Till, at the wit, all reared,
And the high hall resounded
With merriment unbounded !
The harp lond as the laughter
Grew hushed as that, soon after,
The third, in lover's fashion,
And with his soul on fire,
Then sang of love's pure passion
The heart and its desire !
" And as fee smote the wire,
The listeners, gathering round him,
Caught up a wreath and crowned him.
The crown hath faded never !
The harp resounds forever !
Theodore Tilton.
AUTUMN LEAVES.
A lovely afternoon in October. A
party of young people, carrying paper
bags, eachels and baskets, strolling up
a pleasant country road. leaning over
the' garden gate of the picturesque and
many-gable house they have just left,
looking after them, the gentleman shad
ing his eyes from the sun with his
rfghtliaiK! ----Mir. Jfewnt Ogden, id-
ow, and Mr. Sjdney Maurice, old
bachelor.
Mr. Maurice (turning to his compan
lons.till shadir g his eyee). One would im
agine, judgicg from those happy yonthB
end maidens, thit the violets were here
instead of the golden-rod, and that the
roses wero coming, and not the snow
flakes. They go as merrily to gather
autumn leaves as they went to seek for
May's sweet blossoms. Life's spring
makes all seasons its own.
Mrs. 0den (laughingly) True.
But that is So reason you should pro:
tect your sight any longer. You have
turned your back upon the sun. '
Mr. Maurice (dropping his hand, and
walking beside her, as she saunters tor
ward the grape arbor). When we two
were young, I thought vourbeantv much
more dazzling than the sun. ,
Mrs. Ogden (slowlvl. That was a
great many years ago.
Mr. Maurice. We'll say fifteen.
Mrs. Ogden (knowinar it be nineteen Y
At least sixteen.
Mr. Maurice. Is it possible ? Look
ing at you, I can scarcely believe it to
be half that number.
Mrs. Ogden. You have not loBt vour
talent for flattering. i
Mr. Maurice. I could not lose what
never possessed. I abhor flattery.
Time must have fallen in love with you
when you entered upon the summer of
your life I don't wonder at it and the
old gray beard ever after, as he made his
yearly rounds, only gazed upon you
smilingly, and passed on. No hand of
his has been laid upon your dark tress
es. He has never touohed your broad
smooth brow. Your wine-brown eyes
have the same sparkle and your pretty
mouth the same smile as of old. Only
your form is more matronly, and your
chin not quite as round, and I should
suspect glancing at her plump handr
that you now wear six and a half in
stead of six. The first philopena I ever
gave you I let you catch me, by-the-
bye was a pair of gloves. As for me,
the foot-prints of the crow are plainly
visible around my eves, my hair and
my moustache are turning gray, and the
buttons aud button-holes of the brown
coat in which you first beheld me it
was at the elder Miss Sargent's sixteenth
Dirtnoay party, and you threw Bob
Taylor over immediately I was intro
duced, and allowed me to feed you with
strawberries and cream the rest of the
evening wouldn't meet at the present
moment by a foot or so. Time has
smitten me with both hands.
Alra. Ogden. Tis false I He has only
touched you with one finger." You look
your age, I will confess nine -and-thir ty
ne knows he is forty-one but not i
day more. And you are entirely mis
taken about tne crow's feet, and I see no
silver threads among the gold.' So,
Mr. Maurice, you get no sympathy from
me on that eoore.
They reach the arbor, and Beat them
selves upon a rustic bench shaded by
heavy vines. ;
Mr. Maurice, suddenly, alter a fe
moments' thought. Ah ! Melicen;
what happy, happy days those we
when, you seventeen and I two
twenty, were so wildly in love with ea
other. That is, when I was wildly
love with you, and you thought
were very much in love with me.
Mrs. Ogden. I remember the day
J '
went ior water-line, ana came ne
beinff drowsed.
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more beautiful Bhape could death como
to ns?.The smiling sky above, the
smiling waters beneath, and the fragrajfit
flowers around us.
Mrs. Ogden. You were always awful
ly poetical. But in spite o the poetry,
I caught a severe cold, and looked like
a fright for a week. And can you'recall
the terrible thunderstorm that overtook
us as we were sauntering through the
woods one August day, and the fear
ful clap that shattered the maple-tree
beneath whioh we sought shelter ?
Mr. Maurice. Can I recall it ? Can I
ever forget it, you mean. For the same
clap which you call fearful, but which I
thought Heaven sent, threw you into
my arms, and I kissed you.
Mrs. Ogden, blushing rosy red.
And the day we went for wild flowers,
and gathered such a quantity, and,
stopping to rest on the porch of the
Widow Marshall's cottage when half
way home, forgot them, and loft them
all there, and mamma, who was waiting
with pitchers and vases and things to
fill, scolded us for nearly an hour?
Dear mamma 1 she always liked you, and
never forgot you.
Mr. Maurice, with emphasis. In
which respect her daughter did not re
semble her.
Mrs. Ogden, ignoring the interrup
tion. And the day I stole the jar of
peaches from the storeroom, when we
contemplated a lunch among the hens
and chickens in the barn.
Mr. Maurice. And the day I started
"forjwawj-wi-jaipromised to remain
true to me for ever? Do you remember
that?
Mrs. Ogden, leaning forward to look
down the garden path. Indistinctly.
Mr. Maurica, impulsively. Melicent,
why weren't you true to me ?
Mrs. Ogden. I was ; though appear
ances, I confess, were against me.
Mr. Maurice. You were true to me 1
Why, I hadn't been gone three months
when I heard of your flirting desperately
with Jack Hall I
Mrs. Ogden. Poor Jack I He was so
entertaining, and used to say so many
funny things. I nearly died a-laughing
at them many a time. But as to flirting
with him you aocused me of it in your
second letter, , and I was so indignant
that I did not answer it-
Mr. Maurice, sarcastically. Ah I it
was indignation, then that k?pt you
from replying ?
Mrs. Ogden. I never flirted with
him. He got into the habit of strolling
over to our house from the hotel, and
spending an hour or two every day or
evening, and we played cards, and
jested, and laughed together and that's
all.
Mr. Maurice, Aud Will Brown ?
Mrs. Ogden. Poor dear Will ! His
brains were all in his feet. What a cap
ital dancer he was I No one could keep
step with m-5 as he did. Aid it's so re-
freshing to find a partner who don't tread
on your train, or jerk you awkwardly
about, or stop before the dance is half
tnrough. i cud dance with him a great
deal one winter, but that's all.
Mr. Maurice. And Percy Germain?
Mrs. Ogden. Poor dear Percy ! I nev
er heard anybody, not even you, repeat
poetry especially love poetry as well
as he did.
Mr. Maurice. Aud Peter Atkins, Es
quire?
Mrs. Ogden. Ob, bless his dear old
heart ! He took me out yachting three
or four times with a party, of course
and sent me a love of a bracelet on Val
entine's Day. Bat the idea of flirting
with him ( Laughing merrily. Fancy
one flirting with one's grandfather !
Mr. Maurice. And none of these men
made love to yon ?
Mrs. Ogden. Oh dear I yes, all of
them.
Mr. Maurice. And you ?
Mrs. Ogden. I ? I regarded them as
brothers, with the exception of Mr. At
kins. I thought of him as I said before,
as of a grandfather.
; Mr. Maurice. But Mr, Ogden, whose
wife you became you must have re
garded him as something more than a
brother, or a grandfather ?
Mrs. Ogden. Well, yes, Sydney I
should say Mr. Maurice
Mr. Maurice, I am quite satisfied
with Sydney.
Mrs. Ogden. I did. Fred was a fine
looking, dark-eyed, Spanish-ooraplexion-ed
fellow, with an Italian voice. He
sang divinely, and you know I always
adored music; what a pity you don't
sing 1 aud you look so barytoney ; and he
was here, and you were in Japan; and
one lovely moon-lit summer eve Fred
sang that loveliest of love songs, 'Ah, te
o cara,' from Puritcmi, you know, in a
heavenly manner. I was completely
carried ay by it, and when I came
back to eirth again I found myself en
gaged. I had promised myself for a
song.
J . Mr. yirioe, meani
Mr. .isoirioe, meaningly. He was very
Mrs. Ogden, demurely. Yes; but he
lost a great deal of money.
Mr. Maurice. After you married him.
Mrs. Ogden. After I married him.
You seem to be well informed on the
subject. With a little sigh. He was
a very good husband, and never scolded
me during all the ten years of our mar
ried fife.
Mr. Maurice. And you loved him ?
Mrs. Ogden. Certainly. As soon as
we were engaged I considered it my
duty to begin to love him.
Mr. Maurice. Having totally forgot
ten me, to whom you had promised to
remain true ?
Mrs. Ogden. You had not written for
three months. You were angry about
some one of the 'brothers' or the 'grand
father' I forget whioh; and papa, who
didn't like you as well as mamma did,
said you weren't coming back for five
years. Fire years ! why, that length c f
time seems an eternity to a young girl.
And you know we were not positively
engaged to each other. You had never
asked papa, and he was on Fred's side
anyhow. And yet, now that we are old
people, I will oonfess that I was very
fond of you. ' I never went to gather
spring flowdrs with any one else. -
Mr. Maurice. Nor water-lilies ?
Mrs. Ogden. Nor water-lilies.
Mr. Mauriee. Never was caught in
thunderstorm with a 'brother' or 'grand
father'? Mrs. Ogden. Never.
Mr. Maurice. In short, you only mar
TierTwict&erf ---- .
Mm. Ogden, not noticing the last
remark. And you can it be possible
that you are still a bachelor ? Aie you
quite sure you have left no almond-eyed
wife in Japan ?
Mr. Maurice, Quite sure. I don't
like almond eyes. 1 like well-opened,
large, wine-brown eyes that glow in the
light like rare old sherry. Melicent,
for your sake I have remained a baoh
elor. Your image alone has reigned in
my heart. You see how much more
constant a man can be than a pretty wo
man. '
Mrs. Ogden, with much animation.
Sydney, Miss Kallston's a nioe girl a ,
few years past her teens, but very girl
ishand she's awfully fond of you. She
knows all your favorite dishes. I can
only remember you have a fancy for
poaohed eggs and peaches. She ordered
your breakfast before you came down
this morning, to save you the trouble,
she said, and you fairly beamed when
the waiter brought it to you. She reads !
Macaulay mornings to talk him with you
evenings. She practices oh, heavens,
how ehe practices I when you're away,
the two songs you like so well 'Drink
to me only with thine eyes,' and 'Believe
me, if all those endearing young charms. '
She is pretty. You needn't shrug your
shoulders: she is. True, the blue of
her eye is somewhat faded, and the gold
of her hair is not as goldy as it might be,
and her upper lip is a little too long
Mr. Maurice. I never admired fair
hair and blue eyes.
Mrs. Ogden. She would be constant.
I know she would. I never saw any
male body paying her the slightest at
tention. I mean I never saw her coquet
ting with any one. She never oould be
sung away from you. Never I I'd stake
my life on that.
Mr. Maurice, absently. What fools
we men are !
Mrs. Ogden. Have you just discov
ered it ?
Mr. Maurice, We forgive everything
to the women we love, and we love be
witching, careless, faithless flirts, when
there are many true hearts
Mrs. Ogden. And long upper lips to
be had for the asking. Why do you do
it?
Mr. Maurice, Because we are fools, I
suppose. Melicent, have you any char
ity for a fool?
Mrs. Ogden. It depends upon what
fool,' aud the manner of his foolishness.
Mr. Maurice, rising. He stands be
fore you, and his foolishness consists in
the fact that in spite of your faithless
ness he loves you still. Will you marry
.bim?
. Mrs. Ogden, also rising, and looking
(anxiously toward the west, where the
a
clouds are darkening. If it were sot
too late in the season, I should fear we
were threatened with a thunder-storm.
Mr. Maurice, extending his arms. If
you are at all frightened, Melicent, come
to your old refuge. I am as ready to
receive and kiss you as on that summer
day, sixteen years ago.
She bends toward him. He folds her
in his arms aud kisses her.
She, looking smilingly up in his face.
Sydney, to became your wife will be a
fearful punishment. Pause before you
inflict it upon me, for, remember, inno
cent as you are, you will have to share
it with me. Aud remember, also, there
will be no more spring flowers, no more
SttniMpT KirvfarvrriT frr rtn. notVinp: but
ajnvin leaves. -
ije. My darling, I thank Qod for
theitn. For in the sunshine of your love
the antumn leaves will keep their gold
and crimson beauty while life itself shall
last. B?ear.
Mark Twain's Speech.
Samuel L Clements, better known as
Mark Twain, the author of 'Roughing
It, 'presided over a political meeting in
Elmira, N. Y., and introduced the ora
tor of the evening, Gen. Hawley, who is
his neighbor in Hartford, Conn. The
speech, which was eminently character
istic, was as follows:
I see I am advertised to introduce the
speaker of the evening, Gen. Hawley,
of Conneticut, and I Bee it is the report
that I am to make a political speech.
Now, I must Bay this is an error. I
wasn't constructed to make stump
speeches. Gen. Hawley was president
of the Centennial commission. He was'
a gallant soldier in the war. He has
been governor of Connecticut, member
of Congress, and was president of the
convention that nominated Abraham
Lincoln.
Gen. Hawley That nominated Grant.
Twain He says it was Grant, but I
know better. He is a member of my
church at Hartford and the author of
Beautiful Snow.' May be he will deny
that. But I am only here to give him a
character from his last place. As a pure
citizen, I respect him; as a personal
friend of years, I have the warmest re
gard for hirar as a -neighbor whose veg
etable garden adjoins mine, why why
I watch him. That's nothing; we all do
that with any neighbor.
Gen. Hawley keeps his promises not
only in private but in public. He is an
editor who believes what he writes in
his own paper. As the author of 'Beau
tiful Snow' he has added a new' pang to
winter. He is broad-soul ed, generous,
noble, liberal, alive to his moral and re
ligious responsibilities. Whenever the
the contribution box was passed I never
knew him to take out a cent. He is a
square, true, honest man in politics, and
I must say he occupies a mighty' lone
some position. He has never shirked a
duty or backed down from any position
taken in public life. He has been right
every time, and stood there.
As governor, as Congressman, as a
soldier, as the head of the Centennial
commission, whioh increased our trade
in every port and pushed American pro
duction into all the known world, he has
conferred honor and credit upon the
United States. He is an American of
Americans. Would we had more suoh
men I So broad, so bountiful is his char
acter that he never turned a tramp empty-handed
from his door, but always
gave him a letter of introduction to me.
His public trusts have been many, and
never in the slightest did he prove nn-
aithful.
Pure, honest, incorruptible, that is
Joe Hawley. Such a man in politics is
like a bottle of perfumery in a glue fac
tory it may modify the stench jl it
doesn't destroy it. And now, in speak
ing thus highly of the speaker of the
evening, I haven't said any more of him
than I would say of myself. Ladies and
gentlemen, this is Gen, Hawley.
Read the Papers More.
Mr. Hanbury, a member of the British
parliament, has been cautioning his
constituents at Newcastle-under-Lyne
against reading too much. While he
admitted that there were thousands of
reasons in favor of an increase in general
reading, he urged there were ethers
against it. and one of these was seen to
great extent in Greece, where only
one-seventh of tbe land was under cul
tivation, owing to the literary ambition
of all classes. It rested with the masses
to decide what class of books were to b
written by our authors, and he advocat
ed strongly the principle of every man
reading the newspapers. )
It is the common belief that Sitting
Boll is the chief of the Northern Sioux.
The Sioux City (Iowa) Journal says that
he is not the chief, but that Black Moon
is head chief or 'president,' Sitting Bull
'secretary of war, Iron Crow 'general
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1 and Big Road brigadier general.'
ITEMS OF GENERAL INTEREST.
A gentleman at Bridgeport, Conn.,
was indiscreet enough to talk with a
juror in the Buoholtz murder ease and
has been fined $75 and the costs of the
prosecution.
The large ootton gin of CoL W. H.
Spratley, in Greensville county, Va.,
was recently destroyed by fire, caused
by a match igniting while passing
through the gin.
Every hotel in Brattleboro, Tt,, is
closed, and travelers are compelled to
find accommodations at private houses.
This is in pursuance of the plan to make
the prohibitory law unpopular.
iti- ..,MMM'f friar?' First
bright boy 'Hasn't any. Teacher
'Next.' Second bright boy Nun.
Teacher 'That's right.' First bright
boy indignantly ejaculates "That's just
what I sail.' .
A postal car servioe from Toledo over
the Wabash line to Omaha will be institute-!,
in addition to the present servioe.
It will save oight hours between Eastern
cities and places west of the Mississippi.
It was quaint old Thomas Fuller who
said: 'There ere fools with little heads
and there are fools with big heads; in
the one case there is no room for so
much wit and in the other case there is
no wit for so muoh room.'
Six milB from Statesville, N. 0., is a
poisonous spring, which has been feuoed ;
in and locked up. The water, on analy- r
sis, was found to contain a trace of phos
phoric acid, and sulphate and carbonate
of barium in much strength.
It is estimated that the production of
silk manufactures in Paterson. N. J..
this year will reach fully $10,000,000.
The weekly onsumption of raw silk is
estimated at 10,000 to 15,000 pounds,
and between 9,030 and 10,000 persons
are engaged in the industry.
Some weeks ago a little girl in Des
Moines swallowed a small piece of tin.
Since then the tin has worked up under
her ear, descended to her jtw, and the
other day was taken out from under her
tongue. The little one has suffered in
tensely, but is now all right.
A West Philadelphian, who designed
and. erected a novel and handsome porch
to his house, was so incensed at another
person's copying it, that he sued for
damages. The judge declared that as
the design had no', been copyrighted,
and had been made public, it had be
come common property.
As he scrambled from his bed, snd
gazing through the window saw the dark,
gloomy, despairing-looking weather, be
softly whistled, 'Tis the last throes of
summer,' and prepared to get out his
ulster. About noon he had an idea that
even a chest protector would be a super
flous abundance of clothing.
Mr. Robert T. Crockett, the only
surviving son of 'Davy' Crockett, has a
farm near Granbury, Texas, and is the
keeper of the bridge across the Brazos
river at that place. Ashley Crockett,
one of Rabert Crockett's sons, is one of
the two editors and proprietors of a
flourishing newspaper A that region.
Miss Miller, of Ferris, Texas, chloro
formed her father's dogs and eloped with
the young man whom her father had
forbidden the premises. The probabil-
ties are that about a year hence ehe will
conclude that her life would have been
ess miserable if she bad chloroformed
the joung man and eloped with her
father's dogs.
Sir Garnet Wolseley is a little more
than forty years old, aud after the Ash
an tee campaign he might have had a
baronetcy that he refused. He did not,
however, decline the $100,000 which
were offered to him. He was badly
wounded in the Crimean war. He hates
newspaper men, whom he calls 'drones.'
He tries to be very just, and he believes
in books.
Mr. Emanuel Geeting, living near
Keedysville, Md., fearing a visit from
thieves, removed his meat from his meat
house a few days since and left the door
unlocked. The thieves did make a raid
on his place, and, without trying the
door of the meat house, dag a tunnel
into it. Their feelings on finding it
empty and tbe door unlcckei may be
imagined.
A gentleman who has been living in
the Peruvian town of Iquique, during
jhe war between the different powers,
writes : To give you an idea of the ex
penses of living in Iquique during the
blockade, I will quote the prices, by
wholesale, of a few articles of the great
est necessity. The prices are quoted
in silver coin, which exists here only in
name, but I reduce the prices to silver,
to give you a better idea of them.
Flour, $16 a hundredweight; rice, (India)
$U a hundredweight; lard (American),
$16 a hundredweight; beans, $10 a hun
dredweight; sugar, $12 a hundredweight;
beef, 40 cents a pound; distilled water
20 cents a paflfuL