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Mr 4 Published by J. H. & G. 6. Myrover, Corner Anderson and Old Streets, Fayetteville N. C. VOL. 8--NO. 2.1 THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 1875. WHOLE NO. 105: iAW P I II A pit iw, 'V.V North Carolina Gazette. .J. H. & . i- MYROVER, TERMS OF SVr.SCRII'TIOS: t (no year (in advance).... .. . . - - - Six umoHi " - 'i'lirw " " . -2 50 I-5 Cl.VJi RATES: 10 copies (m iit to oi address) with au estra copy $2 3 Vf .. .. .. ' " 7j 00 an l s pr.-m-um of a fine lironn.. valno sAI H 00 KM r..,uiM (wnt to ... .l.lrcs) with an extra copy. ml a premium of Bu. dnomo. value c40 1..0 00 RA TES OF ADl'ERTISIXG : Oua suiuiv., (!) Iiu:s slid nonpareil) (uu iimt-rtiou f 1 00 ' " two " 1 50 ' ' one month 2 50 ' ' tht-eo " ' 00 .. .. .... .. ,iX u (i0- .. .. tw.-lve " 15 0O Lon"-r adrertiwments pharsnd in prr.pi.it ion to the siW.-rata. Spftial not'u-M i!.) 1t t- nu', ,uau iiiila"r adviTtiMMiicnt-t. Home Circle; 'Hjine is the Sacred Kfnge of Onr Life.' Drijden, THE LETTER. One rainy night, about, lialf past eight o'clock, the" train had dashed intoMc.Kib benV Corners, ami the mail had been de livered at the store and post oflicc. John Fairjohn, the postmaster, had open ed the bag and counted the letters. There were, as lie made out, just ten, and one was larger than the others, and had a red seal; and then ho fonnd that he had left iliis lasses .on the newspaper in the back room, and without his glasses he could not road a line; and so, of course, he had gone after them, returning to lind two persons in' the store Farmer Roper and Squire Mr KihH'ns, whose ancestors had given its name Jothe place. "VeC ain't it," said Mr Fairjohn, nod ding. ' "Wet or not, our folks ain't going to no ithotit Their groceries, yon sec,"' said the .Spiiro. "Mail's in, I see. That train came :iiciir runtiing into my truck, too; wasn't noticing the flu, and drove across just in lime to save myself. Any letters for me?" "I'll see. Why there are only nine: I atn sure that. I counted right, and there were ten, and one with a red seal. 1 might m w!l give up keeping the office if Tin going to lose my senses like that. There wasn't any one in here while I was gone, was thi've, Squire!" "Only Roper and I, and- Ropers son. Hut ho didn't come in, did he?" "No," said lioper, "I don't bxdieve Job came in Tit all; he Iras just gone off somo where. "Well," said the postmaster, after an other search; ;"I must ho mistaken. Yes, there's ajlette.r for your folks and some thing foou, Mr. Roper; and you wouldn't . muni tosVitig that in at the Smiths' as you pass: "Oh, no," paid Roper; "give it to me. I reckon that's from Smith w.ho is clerking' in New York. Can't get any of 'em to r-tay and farm." ''Your son Job did." "Oh, my son Job would try the patience of his namesake. My son Job! Bah!" lust at this moment the door opened, and there entered a little woman dressed in a cTfcap calieo, and wrapj)eil in a faded, ; ihhi shawl. She hoked timidly al.outtlie store, still mure timidly at the heap oT let- t.eM, and then, in au appealing voice like that of a frightened chiUl, said:. - "M. Faiijohtt, is there any le!ter-''for me this time'?,'' I -,; : The postmaster, who... was a little .deaf,. liad turned his head 7iway, arid Mid not see"' that she had e'ptered;' and he moved near-' i or to t lie eoutJtier heibre. she spoke again. She was a faded little womau, and her face I ore si;ns of grief; hut she was neither old nor, ugly yet, and thore'-was something in I the damp ctlrls cliistenng under the faded ealicj hood, and the round, dimpled chin, absolutely childlike. t "Is there a letter lor me this time, Mr. Fairjohnf she said again; and then the post : master looked aiwiud, I "No, there ain't; and you are a fool to r Htch a walk, to ask," Le j said," with J rough kindness. "Wouldn't l have Kent j it if one had come, Mrs. Lester?" r ' "Well, you see, I felt in a hurry to get i it," said she; "you can't blame uie for lie- ins? in a luurv its bo Ion?." . "That's true; well, better luck next time. Hut why don't you wait? Mr. McKiLben will take you over when ho goes. lie I passes your corner." "Yes, wait, Mrs; Lester; I'll tako you i t j - , arul welcome." Bm she answered, "thank yuuj I dou't mind walking," aud was ijoue. - "Keeps it up, don't she," said the post i master. "It's ahame," said Mr. McKibben. 'How many years has it been since Lester I "Teli; I rernember, for it wan the day I eamcjiere. 6ho wa then as pretty a wo l man as vou'd want to see, wasn't shef" i "Well, yes." 1 "bailed in the Sphyns, aud we know I lliat the Sphyux went down on that vo'- I ge, and all hands along with her. The 1 st of the women put on widows' weeds, I fcueia tuat lost their husbands four in this town itself. They took what the- Almightv l' 'Hdn't. rebel. Sho set up that back IT! wasil,t dead' and would come lor his letter an t i 1 1 with all was ''rowne(' along qv,' a Tcst? f course, ten years ago. a T? l;e-iUn sbe hi chaned ag,,ddealHlllattira(?;, "les," said Mr. r? ... ... , ,,. t..v. -n j i meres in v Wer t.;... if . al stands readv to fa tof ""--eadu tJ be h f a,hl t0,,,'r,U ?oodhusandto r. He's better off than I be. His mo ors father left him all he had. He'scra- , is Job -cra2y, I call it; plenty of pret- ffals and smart, healthv widontvs, and lie ?s no one but this pale, slim little thing tht's gone out, and she why, of course, 's lost her senses, or she'd have him. Vlnks like a slave to keen herself and the d, lives in a rickety old shanty, wait- ml lor a drownel man to come back asrain. V, everv one knows Charlie Lester was (lrkvned in the fepliynx. There wasn't a sol saved not one. It was in the papers. Nik-, the lotte was found with the letter iuj, wiithy some one before the ship I sink. Ana sue s waitin7 tor him vet! razv- on that point," said the post- mater; "well, poor soul, she had been mar- neilpnly a week when tho Sphynx sailed. anulliat makes a tlitterence. i es: that't? true." . Hen. their parcels bein' readv. the two menfieparted, and Mr. Fairjohn, having starel out into the rainy night awhile, put up hi shutters and went to bed. Mean whildthe Woman plodded on through the mud.V'walking- oil' her disappointment," she siil to herself. It was one she should have leen used to, and now the absurdity of it slemed to strike her for the first time in all Ihese years. "Tl'V laugh at me," she muttered to hersell "I know thev langh at me. Per- haps lh rn mad; hut they don't know what love isi Charlie wouldn't have lcfHne like that, t he bad died he would have given nie sot sign; and yet yet if he were alive, ilwould le stranger still. No, no; they ail right I am wrong. He must be dead." And k though the news had iust been whisperil to her, she clasped her hand to her foiel'ad, gave a cr, and sank down on her klees in the road. She knelt there a few nnnients. and then arose. In this interval iLe wind had blowu the clouds from the Iky, and tho moonlight la3 white upon the lath, lighting her on the way to her poor tome. r There i the door sat a man a strong, determine! looking fellow, who arose at her approa-h, ami held out his hand. "Here hu come, he said: "worn out. ti red to deali, stiil m that fruitless errand. Jessie Li'sr r, -can't you give up this 11011- 1. 1, I i' l 1 I . . J A T sense, an.iiiijijK 01 tne Jivniff a iittn-i Jes sie, think if me for just half an hour." "i do tliiik of you, aud 1 nm very sorry that von ariso good to me when 1 must seem so baito you." Then she k-it down on the porch, and, ta king her litte hood iU", leaned her head wearijy ag.tihst the wall of the house; and the man am-je, and crossed over, and sat down I.esiJe her. Give1t. softer resting-place, Jessie," here on niv heart. ru looked out into tue uigtit, not at bini, as she spoke: "Job, I begin to think you aie right that he went down on theSphyni ten years ao. Jiut what good would I do you What do y.ou w ant to marry mo for!" He drew still closer as he anscred: "Before von married Charles Ltster 1 lov ed you; while you were a inarri(d woman 1 loved von: all these ten vears since that vessel went down I have loved you. A man must have the woman he lives, if he gives his soul for her. "His soul! what a horrible, tlought!"' "I should have said his lif-; 1 don't want to shock you, - but you dm't know what it would be to me to have you. And then I would do everv thing fm your boy." " es, I know you would." , There was a pause; then she gave him her hand. "Job," she said ver; softly; "I shall pretend nothing that I doi'tfeef; but 1 know 1 have been crazy all this time,, aud if you want me you may htve me. It is very good of you to love, me io." And thus it seemed to have aided that ten years watching and waiting and there was triumph in Job's eyes as h turned and left her, with his rirst kiss, .upon her lips. Rut at the end of the green laieho paused aud looked back. "I told her the truth," he said, "when I declared that a man who lovel a woman as I love her, must have heir if he sells his soul." j And then he drew from his oreast a let ter with a great red seal upon it, looked at it a moment, aud hid it a Way vgain. Married? Yes, they were to be married. Everybody at MeKibben's Corners knew that. Jessie Lester went no tiore to the post-office for her long-expected letter. Job was furnishing his house hadfurnished it, for on the morrow the weddingwai to take place. And it was night agah a month from that night when she had gone for the last time, every oue thought, through rain and mud, on her foolish qUCtt; but - now she was sensible at last. Slit had chosen the substance iustead of the shadow. And now again it was niglt a wetter oue than that other, and later, too, for Mr. Fairjohu had closed tho store aud- was compounding for hiruself what ho called a .."night-cap" of some fragrant ao.uor, warm water, lemons and sugar, and was sipping it by the stove, when there came a feeble knock at the door, and there Utaggered in out of the rain a idripping figure Jessie Lester, tho bride who was to bo on the morrow. A - She was trembling with cold, and as ho lea Lcr to the hro sue buret into a passion of tears. , "I am frightened," sho said; "some one followed me all tho way I heard them." "You have no business to be out alone," said old Fairjohn, bluntly; "what is itf" buc looked up at lira piteously. "I ho ped there would be a letter; I dreamed there was one, and that Charlie came to me and said: 'go to the office once more; I have written I have written.' And I thought I saw a letter wittta red seal." "So did I," muttered old Fairjohn to himwdf. Tf.en he went to the lnx whsore the letters were kept, and handed them to her. "Look for yourself, Mrs. Lester. Ten years have gone since your liusband left this place. If he's alive he is a rascal, and you are free of him by law; but we know that every man on board the Sphynx was drowned." So be a good wife to Job Ro- per, and forget this folly." She made no answer, but only tosseii the letters over in her lap, and said: "I seemed to know it had a red seal." And as she spoke a shadow darkened the door, and old Fairjohn, starting up, re cognized Roper. He was very pale, and took no notice ot the postmaster, as ho crossed over aud stood in front of Jessie. ! "You love that man host, even now," lie said; "you'd rather have found a letter from him than not, though to-morrow is our wedding-day." "I never lied to you," she cried piteous ly; "you know that." He grew whiter still. "I told you," he said, "that a man would lose his soul for such a love as miue. Did you suppose they were idle words?" Then he plunged his hand into his bos om, and the next instant a letter, with a red. seal, lay in Jessie's lap. "I've made you happy, and now I'll go. Fairjohn, 1' stole that letter a mouth ago, oil' the counter, yonder. I knew at one glance who wrote it;" and then tho door closed behind him, and he was gone. Rut Jessie had torn the letter open, and never even looked after him. And these were the words she read, old Fairjohn looking over her shoulder: "Aboard the Silver Star: Jessie, darling 1 do not know what makes me Wlieve that I flmll find you mine still, after all these years, hut somi'ihiug tells me so. - Five of us were cast on a desert inland when the Sphynx went down. The two yet alive were ta ken off it yesterday in skins., with our heard to our knees. We must go to England tirst theu home. Jessie! Jessie! it' I do not find you us 1 left you I shnll go mad. 'Your hiidbaiiil, ClIARLKS I.r.STKR.' And so Jessie's letter had come at last. And as Fairjohn looked into her face he saw how angels looked in paradise. Job was found drowned in the Kill the next morning; 1 nt Jessie never knew it, for she and her boy were on their way to New York to meet tho Silver Star when it made port. One Hundred Thousand a Year. Reecher is ahead of Grant. Plymouth ch.ureh has taken the lead of the salary stealing Congress. 'Grant bid from twenty-live thousand to fifty thousand, includ--ing pickings, and wou". Plymouth church sees this "raise," and goes iii'lv thousand better ! If the jury couldn't agree to give Rteeher a cloak .of innocence, Plymouth church is unanimous in placing a hundred thousand dollar plaster npoii his wound ed reputatiou. This vast sum of money is to pay the expense of Heecher's defense and for other purposes. UcecherVimproprietics,- if not crimes, have cost his people, in one lump, one hundred thousand dollars ! This is paying dearly for the rollicking of a fiisk- y clergyman of'sisty. The- money could have been expeuded to much better advan tage. "Tho poor ye have alwaj-s with you." This ostentations donation to Reecher will not help his case in the estimation of the public. Conclusive testimony declar ing his innocence in the trial just closed would have been of vastly more iruport-M ance. Albany Argus The Vision- of Death. Sheriff Ram sey, at IMlis, on tlie Jvansas I'acitic rail road, got after a thief with the determina-J tian to catch him or perish in the attempt The desoeiate character of the hunted man was well known. He was a daring marauder, and, having long lived iu defi ance of the law, it was pretty certain ho would not allow himself to be taken alive. Mrs. Ramsey, the wife ot the sheriff, was extremely anxious tor the safety ot her husband, and dreamed a bad dream one She was terribly distressed about it, aud expressed the conviction that her husband was killed. She enlisted the sympathies of a Dr. O'Brien, of Kllis, and tho two started out toward Hays, where the sheriff was supposed to bo in quest of his game. On the journey the doctor aud Mrs. Ramsey met a -'wagon teu miles from Stockton, cont aining the corpse of the sheriff, shot through the body in his en counter with the thief. The sight of her dead hushaud dethroned Mrs. Ramsey's reason, and sWs now a raving maniac. Her dream was" fulfilled in every particu lar. Many piles away she saw her hus band fire the first 6hot at the thief, hitting him. Thev both fired simultaneously. The thief fell dead with a bullet in his heart. Mr. Ramsey fell also mortally wounded, tho ball- having passed entirely through his body. He lived ouly ah hour. All these things happened in reality. Then the womau saw Ithe wagon starting with her husband's lifeless body iu it. Wheu Mrs. Ramsey, traveling with tho doctor, saw tho wagon on the road sho knew it afar off. It wassail very like a dream even to the doctdr, as ho drove along with the woman, whose vision was turned in the direction of the unknown, which she pierced so clearly. Her eyes are still Jooking for the coming of her husband, and they will loottpn forever. To her ho is not dead, but coming. She stum bled over his corpse, and in her mind he rose from tho dead. Giving advice is many times the privilege-of saying a foolish thing of one's self, under pretense of hindering another from doing one. There should lie as little merit in loving a woman for her beantv as in loving a man for his prosperity, both leing alike subject to chant. HASTY COl'UTSBIP ASD BETROTHALS. ; An American lady, writing frem Mun ich, describes a visit of congratulation to a lady who had recently beet) engaged to bo married, and who related tho eireumstnees of her courtship as follows: " 'We met each other several times,' she said, 'in the Society for Social Intercourse here, but had not much opportunity to speak to one another. Last weck'the So ciety gave its anniversary festival and a little dance after tho fceremonies. We danced together a good many times; and the end of the evening felt ourselves well acquainted. The next Wednesday he paid his lirst visit, and the fallowing oay . our betrothal took place.' Such a rapid march of events quite took away my breath, and I ventured to make some remarks as to the different fashion of doing such things in Germany and in America. 'The ladies w ith us,' I remarked, 'generally make their admirers wait awhile before they give their consent.' 'AYhy do thev do that,' inno cently inquired the newly betrothed, 'if they intern! to marry them 'Uh, 1 re plied, 'we think it is the right thing to keep them in uneasy suspense for awhile, aifd torture them a little, that they may better" appreciate their good fortune.' 'Oh! I am sure vou cannot mean that in earnest!' said the young girl; 'no maiden could be so un kind to a man she really loved!' "This was the German view of your super-refinement, young ladies of America!, My friends, the ladies of the house, who paid the congratulation call, came back full of the lovely picture of family joy they had seen. 'Such happiness!' they said; 'the father, mother, sister the whole fam ily circle so proud and pleased and joyful!' and thev seemed to sympathize with this joy in a hearty, friendlv, neighborly lash- loll, mat was iiieasaui io s.ee. a lii; ioiiuui betrothal is a family festival to which only relatives or the nearest friends are invited. As soon as it takesdace tho lady is called a braut that is, a 'bride' and the gentle man is bniutigmu 'bridegrom' and they use these titles in speaking of one anoth er. The lady, with all imaginable' sitn nlieitv, introduces the gentleman to any new acquaintance as 'my bridegroom, ana he speaks of her as 'my bride.' The mar riage ceremony, iustead of giving them those titles, as with ns, takes them away forever, unless one of them should be so unfortunate as to be left desolate, and be compelled to choose another mate." A Notable Place. Qnincy, Massa chusetts, is a notable birth-place of great men, such as .John Hancock, the Adamses, Qiiincys,! and others more or less famous. It is a picturesque old town. From the summit of President's Hill the eye sweeps over a niagniheent scene, crowded with reminiscences of a centnrv ago. Directly beneath, on the east, is the site of the old home ot John Hancock, now occupied, as tho Adams Academy; to the southeast -is the decaying mansion, with neglected sur roundings, where both John Adams and John Qmincy Adams were born; and near by, on the north, is the fine old estate that was built by a Tory, and was confiscated to the government, was afterwards the re sideuce of John Adams, aud is now occu pied by his grandson, Hon. Charles Fran cis Adams; a few rods to the ninth, half- hidden in the surrounding foliage, stand "the old club-house, known as the Grecnteaf Home, where many of the leading patriots ot the revolution were wont to meet and confer together, and arrange plans vital to liberty. These and many other relics of patriotism are still standing here, to recall ne which have long since passed iuto history. A Brave. Dandy. The first Earl of Holland was a great dandy, who played a prominent and not altogether reputable part in the history ot his tune. lie was a favorite at the court of James I. aud Charles I., but w hen the civil war broke out, ho at first sided with the parliament against the king, in an unlucky hour ho went over to tho royalist side, took up arms against the commonwealth, was defeated, made prisoner, tried, and duly sentenced to lose Ids head. Ho appeared upon the gcaffold in a whito satin vest and cap, trimnied in silver lace. His costly garments were the lawful perquisites of tho executioner, to whom the earl said, as ho approached the block, "here, my friend, let my bodv and clothes alone. There is teu pouuds for thee, which is better than my clothes, lam sure. Ana when you tatio up my neao, no T 111 not take olf m en p." Then, laving his head upon the block, ho added, "stay till give .the sign." Alter a brief prayer he stretched out his band, saying, "now, now!" The word had hardly left his lips when the axe fell, and the head was severed from rhb body at a single 6troke. V ho Live Long. Lazy people die young. It is tho active in body and brain who live to extreme old age, as a rule. It is abundantly proven that exercise of the mind invigorates its bodily receptacle, even when that exercise is earned to an appar ently extreme point. Tho brain, tho res ervoir of nervous euevgy to the rst of tho system, increases m volume and vigor by use, just as the arm of the blacksmith or the leg of the dancer gams in muscular de velopment. The Bystein is benefited by the enhanced brain-power, and greater vi tality and longevity are the results. Work by method and S3'stem, oven when severe, is not only quite compatible with verv long life and extreme old age, but is actu ally conducive to it, while the torpor of i dleness or the excitement of fitful effort are the sure precursors of mental aud phy sical degeneration. It is a pity that these truths are not more generally understood; it is a useful doctrine to preach, and stil more npeful to pr;efie-.. THE "SEVEN STARS."' Early in the days of our childhood we learn one important fact that there ia a man m the moon; and straightway we proceed to ask our mother a number of pointed questions about the matter. She satisfies our youthful enriositv by telling us that he was placed there long ago, for stealing a head of cabbage, and there he has ever since been kept nt hard labor "pulling brush," or collecting branches of trees, as thev are trimmed off bv j the axe- man, preparatory to burning them out of the wav. And when we look at the moon. and see a dark figure upon its disc, some what resembling, in outline, the shape of a man, and near it an additional dark spot, which might or might not be a pile of boughs, we go a great deal further than our mothers we believe the story; and, having believed it, we secretly resolve, in onr minds, never to commit a theft, lest a similar fate should be ours. And thus the silly fable at once becomes at import ant engine m forging and forging forming the character of the man. The Indian mothers have a storv some- ivlinfr 1 il; a iftof aP f lin "mnn in tlm lYiz-iAn which thev tell their children as our mothers tell tho story to us, with this difference, however: they believe the story themselves, while our mothers do not. Here it is. . long ago seven little bovs took it into their heads to have a feast after the manner of their fathers, and thev went to their mothers, praying for , permission. Their mothers refused them; after which they decided ,to rebel, and have the feast anyhow. Thev procured a little white dog to sacrifice; and, having placed it upon the lire, they commenced dancing round, as thev had seen their lathers do on momentous occasions. WThile thev were thus engaged, they were suddenly caught up by some invisible power, aud carried off thro' the air. Their mothers heard their cries, and came forth from their lodges, only to see them mount higher and higher, until they took their placo among the stars in the sky, to dance on forever and ever. When the Indian mother tells this storv, she points out the seven stars of the Pleia des; and the embryo warrior trembles to think what an awful fato might befall the youth who was so thoughtless as to dis obey his mother. A Wife's Ikick. A lady occupvmg a high position at Washington, whose hus band was of the government, made a trip to Europe with him. She "doted" on lace, and here was her opportunity, ialking of the acquisitions she would make in this line, he told her she should purchase any reasonable quantitv, provided she would not smuggle auv. To this she acceded The gentleman took as part of his ward robe a dressing oviwn for, like most Americans, in the privacy of his room he liked to pull off his coat. Several times on the ship he observed the care his wife took of his garment, and was gratified for her anxiety for his comfort. Once when smoking, while lighting his cigar, he set his gow n on fire, and quite a hole was burn ed in the skirt. His wife was considera bly agitated, and he was flattered that so hiding a danger to him had so moved her. One morning immediately after their return to this country, he found that before he reached his cilice the keys ho needed he had left at home, and retraced his steps to get them. Letting himself iu with his latch-key ho proceeded to his chamber, and on opening the door found his wife on her knees on the floor, his dressing gown divested of its lining aud spread before her,, and she, scissors in hand, disengag ing from it a white, flimsy fabric with which it was covered. She sprang up on seeing him, laughed, and exclaimed: "You are tho smuggler. Yo.u wore that lace all over Europe, and brought it home." TriE Creatiox of Woman. A prince once said to Rabbi Gamaliel: "Your God is a thief: ho surprised Adam in his sleep and stolo a rib from him." The Rabbi's daughter overheard this speech, and whispered a word or two in her father's ear, asking his permission to answer this singular opiuion herself. He gave his consent. Tho girl stepped for ward, aud, feigning terror and dismay, threw her arms aloft in supplicatiou, aud cried out: "My liege! my liege! justice! revenge!" "What has happened?" asked the prince. "A wjeked theft has takeu place," she replied. "A robber has crept secretly into our house, carried away a silver goblet and left a golden ono in its stead." "What an upright thief!" exclaimed the prince. "Would that such robberies were of more frequent occurrence!" "Behold then, site, tho kind of thief that our Creator vvas: he stole a rib from Adam, and gavo him a beautiful wife iustead." "Well said!" avowed the prince. A Hard Case. The following authen tic incident is given as illustrating the hardship of the English, law of marriage: An officer in India was marriod about ten years ago under peculiar circumstances. The woman, being disappointed in her de sire to obtain another man, took this offi cer out of pique, but as soon as the mar liage service was over told him why she had married him, and refused to go home with him. From that day to the present sholias not given her husband ono hour's companionship, and yet he has found that ho is unable to extricate himself legally from a bond which makes him tho victim of a woman's pique against another man. The little girl who gave utterance to the following idea was puzzling her mind with a problem that has bothered the world for ages. She was reproved for some childish act, and seating herself on the floor at her mother's feet reflected for a long time, and then, looking up, said: "Ala! Why is it that n.iughfv thing aro so nice?" KASHMIR BEAUTIES. Tho beauty of Kashmir women has lonsr been famous in the Kast, but travelers tell ns that if yon want to see beautiful Kash miris do' not go to Kashmir to look for them. They have all line eyes, aud "the eyes of Kashmir" have been justly cele brated in Eastern poetry; but this is" almost the only feminine attraction to bo found in the country, even among dancing-girls and boat girls. As to tho ordinary women, there is too much sad truth in Victor Jac quemont's outburst against them "Know that I have never seen' anywhere such hid eous witches as in Kashmir. lie had not been iu Thibet! The female race is re markably ugly. I speak of women of the common ranks those one sees in the streets and fields since those of a more elevated station pass all their lives shut up, and are never seen. It js true that all little girls who promise to tnru out pretty are sold at eight years of age, and carried off into the Panjab and India." A good deal of that traffic still goes on, notwith standing the law which forbids women and mares to be taken out of the country; and as it has gone on for generations, it is easily explicable how the Kashmirs should be so ugly. A continuous process elimina ting the pretty girls and leaving tlu ugly ones to continue the race, must lower the standard of beautv. But the Want of good condition strikes one moro painfully in Kashmir, then the want of beauty. The aquilino noses, long chins and faces of the women of Kashmir, would allaw only of a peculiar and rather Jewish style of beauty; aud even that is not brought out well by tho state of their physique; for tho most beautiful woman in the world would not show to advantago if sho were imperfectly washed, and dressed in the ordinary femi nine attiro of Kashmir a dirty, whitish cotton gown. Never too Late to Learn. Socra tea, at an extreme old age, learned to play on musical instruments. Cato, at eighty yeais of age, commenced to study the Greek language, Plntarch, when between seventy and eighty, commenced the study of Latin. lioceacio was thirty-five years of age when he commenced his studies in polite literature. Yet he became one of the greatest masters of the Tuscan dialects Dante and Fetrarch being the other two. Sir Henry Spelmau neglected the sci ences in his youth, but commenced the study of them when ho was between fifty and sixty vears of age. After this ho became a most learned antiquarian and lawyer. ' , Dr. Johnson applied himself to the Dutch language but a few vears before his death. Ludovico Monaldson, at the great age of one hundred and fifteen, wrote the memoirs of his own times. Ogliby, tho translator jof Homer and Virgil, was unacquainted with Latin and Greek until he was past fifty. Franklin did not commence his phi losophical study until he had reached his fiftieth year. Dryden, in his sixty-eighth year, com menced the translation of Iliad his most pleasing production. Wo could go on and cite thousands of examples of men who commenced a new study, either for livelihood or amusement, at an advanced age. But everyone famil iar with the biography of distinguished men will recollect individual cases enough to convince him that none but tho sick and indolent will ever say "I aui too old to studv." How to Get Alosg. Dou't tell stories in business hours. stop to If you have a place of business be found there. No man can get rich bv sitting around the stores and saloons. : Never fool, in business hours. If avo order, system, regularity, and also promptness. Do not meddle with business you know nothing of. Do not kick everyone in your path. More miles can be made iu one day by going steadily than by stoppiug. Pay as you go. A man of honor respects his word as ho does his bond. Help others when you can, but never give what vou cannot afford because it is fashionable. Learn to say No. No necessity of snap ping it out dog-fashiou, but say it firmly and respectfully. Use your own brains rather than those of others. Correspondence, VOU TUK GAZSTTX. Reminiscences of a Sojourn of Many Tears in the Principal Empires and Kingdoms of Europe. NUMBER J.XXV. " Messrs. Editors: That which inter ested me at Florence as much if not more than anything else was what might bo in any way connected with the great Galileo. On a charming day I took the - cars and went to Fisa, in order to se the house in which Galileo was born, for he was born at Pisa in the year 1564;': but I failed to see the house, as there .. was no valet de place to be had that one could depend on. There were hundreds who-were willing to show me any house and say ho was born there, if they could have gotten 25 cents for so doing. If I had had Murray's Guide Book, perhaps that would have informed me. I returned to Florence, and had to content myself with a visit to the palace in which is bnilt a small room, say fifteen feet in diameter, of octangular fonn, and frra rh friliny of whir-h hangs the lamp that Galileo saw suspended and swingiuy itom tne ceiling ot the great cathedral at Pisa, and which gavo him the idea that osculation of the pendulum was the verv thing for the measurement of time. HiV telescope was here, with manv other things of less importance which he used. : From here I went to u two-story howse situated somo two miles outside the north-east gate of the city. Iu this house !alileo spent much of his time. Attached to it is a rudtr looking observatory from which he 'made his observations. And just at this time, for daring to embrace the Caupernican sys- tenf, ho was persecuted and harassed by Jesuits and monks, and at last the Pope took hold, and tho Church condemned hint as a heretic, and imprisoned and maltreat ed him, until he died almost a martyr to science. Ho did not escape persecutiou like Canperuicus, whoso system he taught and explained, for Cauperfiicus himself whs only ex-communicated; and all this fir teaching the rotation of the earth, because it was calculated to bring the Bible into ;. discredit. As I fear that I cannot be be- ' lieved, I refer to the church with tho "sainted cross," (St. Croix) where is to bo seen one of tho most magnificent monu ments in all Europe, and which wasactu ally erected to the memory of Galileo the man who was pronounced a heretic, was persecuted and shut up in prison,' ami died blind, poor and friendless. In those days, when a man thought for himself, and was bold enough to avow his sentiments, if they did not accord with the Bible, ho was treated as we have seen. But now, iu these enlightened days, when a man feel free to think for himself, and his thought do not exactly accord with the Bible, ma ny look upon him with the more compla cency, and call it only skepticism and who knows but that even Hugh Miller will have a monument in Westtiiiustert The doctrines of Caupcrnicus and .Galileo havo been proven, accepted add taught, and have not injured tho Bible, and if, it should I proven that this wort,4 is hun dreds of thousands of years old, what of that? the Bible is like good metal: the more it is rubbed tho brighter it shines. Another place of great interest we visited was the late residence of the great Micha el Angelo, who was born in 1471 four hundred years ago ! He was au Italian, and resided many years at Florence. He ratber divided his titno between Florence, Pisa, Venice and Rome; he was one of tho most noted painters in Europe, as much for his vorks as sculptor and painter as for his great proficiency as an architecb Wherever you go in Florence you see some of his work in the Pitti Palace, in each of the galleries, in the 8enate Chamber, on the Square Grand Duke everywhere, in fact. Well, as Hiave said, wo went to the house in which ho resided. I saw his canes, his working cap, his gown, his paint pots, which , are thrco hundred and fifty years old, and each one of which has h smjill portion of paint in it to this day, but it is as hard as marble; his shoes and. slippers are also there. My preceptor in languages went with us, and he pointed to a large nail that appeared to be driven in the wall, and when he went out ho told us that the domestic always kept one there, - and when the English went in he would point to it and tell them that it was the very nail upon which Michael Angelo hung his hat, w hen tho Englishman would pay a dollar for it. English and Americans aro easily gulled, but it is difficult to gull a German or a Frenchman. I was often at the tomb of Michael Angelo, whose re- mains rest under ono of the most splendid monuments in tbo world, on tho right hand side of the church of, St. Croix, anil is the only ono between that of Galileo and . thl door. It ia difiicnlt to say which is the i more magnificent of the two. The United States is about to celebrate its one hundredth birthday, which is con sidered a great age, and when we see a house that Coruwallis slept in or one that. General Washington looked at, it begeta very aristocratic notions of the antiquity of our families, and we begin to count back to see how very old we are. But just t think of it in Europe: you may go into a town of uo pretensions that is seven, eight, nine hundred or a thousand years old, and I have been oftentimes asked, "How old do you suppose this house is !"' And when I would answer perhaps three hundred years, I would be told eight hundred. I remember to have lived in a very genteel and comparatively new looking house in Germany that was 6even hundred years old. Imagine to yourself a house that wax actually built before the close of the reign of Henry II, the tirst of the PfaHtaganet familv of England, who died llSO'Phery ? was paiut on tue uouse over iiiwb. hundred and fifty years old. It belonged to one of the greatest men that ever lived a man who was the pet of Kings and Queens and Popes, and it and its contents are still owed by a branch of . the family. Notwithstanding its great antiquity, it djd not have the appearance of being more than ten years eld. What a crude nation we are in these l- nited States ! Although a giant in size - and strength, wo aro a tender infant in years, . Wo have had onr statesmen that would compare with; Pitt or For. We have had our Jacksons, our Washingto.t and our Xee. Wo have much to make us feel, proud as a nation. But whore are tint fine arts ? Where are the groat architects? Whero are onr Handels, Mozarts, llaydens and other great artists of the musical ',. world ! Even tho laborers and beggars on the streets in Europe know more about. -eriticism of the fine arts than men who roll .' in wealth in this country. And as fortho languages all well-bred people speak two . or three. I knew a butcher's sou . who ; spoke five languages, and my washer-wo- : mn at Paris a Spanish". womau spoke J English,- Italian and French fluently.. '. ' ..",-.., VoTAiiXCt: "
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