THE CHARLOTTE MESSENGER
VOL. HI. NO). IT
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Address,
W. C. SMITH, Charlotte, N. C
.Tames Tucker (colored) of Sar.dystonc,
Sussex County, has the distinction ol
being the most extensive producer ol
eggs in New Jersey. His poultry yard?
contain 500 hens of the white Leghorn
breed, and from these he obtains thirty
dozen eggs a day. Mr. Tucker has been
so successful in poultry raising that hi*
methods are being widely adopted, and
he is quoted as authority on questions
relating to the business.
According to a Cleveland (Ohio) let
ter James A. Garfield lias been studying
law with Judge Boynton in Cleveland, |
aid is looked upon J>y friends of -his
father as the son most like him in every
way. He has his father’s size, complex
ion, eyes and manner. Both sons are I
now men, and have, it is said, great am- ;
bition. Miss .Mollie, the only daughter,
is now a young woman, taller than her
raot ier, and has about finished her stud
ies.
Governor Hauser, of Montana Terri- I
tory, in his annual report, says agricul
ture there this season has been almost a
failure, by reason of the unusually light j
fall of snow list winter and the drought .
last summer; that the most serious loss
to the Territory is that of the natural |
grasses upon which vast herds of cattle, !
horses and sheep arc fed; that should j
the approaching winter be severe great !
loss must inevitably follow. Some stock j
owners, he says, are driving their herds !
into the British possessions to winter. j
He thinks Congress should provide for
allowing stockmen to graze their ani
mals on the Indian reservations, for
which the Indians have little or no use.
He estimates the number of cattle in the
Territory at 1,500,000; horses, 130,000,
and sheep, 2,000,000. The permanent
population of the Territory is placed at
130,000, an increase of about 10,000
during the year. Mine products he es- I
Minutes as follows: Gold, gross-value,
$3,450,000; silver, $0,0)0,000; copper,
$8,000,000; lead, 1,350,000. Total, j
$22,300,000.
AcCor ling to n writer in the Nineteenth
Century it has been almost a cruelty to
forbid the practice of suttee, or the sui
cide of Hindu widows, while taking no
steps to defend such unfortunate per
sona from the miserr s to which they are
condemned by native social laws. The
theory is, as enunciated by the ancient
Hindu lawmaker Mann, that “a virtuous
wife ascends to heaven, if, after the de- :
ream of her lord, she devotes herself to ;
pioufi austerity; but a w.dow who slights
her deceased husband bv marrying again
brings disgrace oh her soil here below, ,
and shall be excluded from the seat of ■
her lord.” Hence h i directs that she
ahal! ‘ emaciate her body by living vol*
untariiy on pure flowers, roots and
fruits, hut let her not, when her lord is
deceased, even pronounce the n.ime of
another man. Let her continue fill death ,
forgiving nil injuries, performing harsh ,
duties, avoiding every pleasure, and i
cheerfully practising the incomparab e
rule* of virtue which h ive been fallowed
by such women of worn devoted to < n!y
onc-kiuhaml." -XJjfcaa though laid
down nearly 2,500 years ago, arc still
mercilessly enforced, and the life of a
Hindu widow is, in consequence, alrao t
unbearable; in fact, many cases are
known wlu re death from exhaustion aud
starvation follows the attempt to ob
serve the prescribed routine of life, hor
two days of rrh month, for instance,she
must neither cat nor drink anything, no
matter how feeble may he her health.
Otherwise she loses 4 ‘caste**'and forfeits
the respect and care of her family. Wt
advise American widows to stay where
they art.
CHARLOTTE, N. C. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1886.
the little red cow.
They sing of the graceful Jersey,
Theqr.ccn of the modern churn,
Tia;beautiful cow whose butter
To masses of gold will turn.
We dim not one ray of glory
That over her frame is shed,
But here’s to the “little Devon,”
The trim little cow in red.
The beautiful, haughty Shorthorn,
Tho “red and white and roan,”
The elegant white-faced Hereford, *
Will sneer at our cow and groan.
But brave is the little Devon,
She holds up her shapely head,
And stands by her chosen colors,
The trim little cow In red.
The little red cow is modest—
No wonderful master's hand
Has written her butter record
All ever tho smiling land. . ,
Far up on the heights of honor
Her banner has never led;
She works with a modest patience.
This trim little cow in red.
Tho little red cow is patient.
She never will fret or moan
Because of the bare, bleak pastures
When summer's warm days have flown;
She knows that the rain and sunshine
Alike in our lives are shed;
She looks for a better future,
This trim little cow in red.
A modest and patient woman
Who (ares not when glory calls*
Can build on annex to heaven
Inside of four roughened walls,
When many a stately lady,, ,
Who begs for tho world’s renown,
‘ Will find her home sunshine darkened,
Her happiness traWpled down.
And thus does the little Devon,
Untouched by the blinding glare
Os glory, work on, and ever
Seek bravely to do lier share.
Then here’s to the little Devon,
This wreath for her shapely head,
Hie l dutiful, molest Devon,
The trim little cow in red.
—Southern Live Stock Journal
MISS JANE’S HOBBY.
BV LIZZIE G. JORDAN.
Miss Jane Chandler was a woman of
remarkably strong prejudices. Every
inhabitant of Russellville acknowledged
that, and strangers who came to town
w re speedily and thoroughly enlight
ened. .\o half-way sentime its originated
in her setive brain; her views were clear
and decided, and she believed in them
and herself implicitly.
Miss Chandler was, as some one ex
pressed it, “a queer combination of con
tradictions. ” She ignored her neighbors
in health, but attended them devotedly
if sickness visited their homes. She
loudly expressed her abhorrence of beg
gars, and privately but bountifully
assisted every one who applied to her.
Woe to the luckless urchin who, carried
away by an irresistible temptation, dared
to steal a peach from her beloved tree!
The culprit was invariably pursued, the
booty recovered and the small sinner
dispatched to his friends bearing marks
of a dire conflict. But the child who
stood outside the little white gate and
looked longingly at the ripe fruit, touch
ing none, was generally called in and
permitted to fill his pockets. The rising
generation of liussellvile soon discov
ered add a ted upon this fact, and all the
longing which the yearning of the hu
man stomach can throw into the human
eye was daily illustrated iu front of Miss
.lane’s cottago.
There was one action of hers which
the children discussed in mysterious
whispers. Many of them had passed
through the ordeal—others feared it—
none could explain it. It seemed that
occasionally she would invite soma small
cherub to walk into her parlor, where she
would produce a number of strange
looking books and charts, “full of heads
and faces,” the children said, and then
proceed to solemnly examine the small
visitor's head, hanging in rapture over
certain “bumps” and audibly deploring
tho prominence of others.
Here, in a word, was Miss Jane’s
hobby—phrenology! She also studied
physiognomy, and indulged in the firm
ly-rooted belief that after a careful study
of any perso s head and features, she
could read that person s character, “like
an open book, before her.”
She-was discussing tho subnet, ns she
sat one p’casant afternoon, on her little
front lawn, with her friend, Miss Martha
[ Cummings, the village milliner. Out
side the gate stood several small boys,
gazing on the peach trees with that ear
nest gaze that had so often been the
ofen *mmc to Miss Jane's yard. But for
once the ardent glances fell unheeded.
Their benefa tress was mounted on her
favorite holP,y, with considerable to say
and a good I stoner. The boys had
cans * to lo -k very blue indeed.
“No, I don’t s’poso you do b’lieve in
1 it,” Miss Jane waa saying, ns sha rocked
slowly back and forth and turned the
heel of a stocking with an accuracy and
ca-e denoting long practice. “I reckon
y. u’re tliiukin’ this blu ted minute, that
a woman uv my age ought to hev more
sense. Cut mark my words, Marthy,
1 the day's bouud to como when you II
understand test what I mean n agree
with me. The day II come when every
one'll learn the value _uv phrenology,
an’ know enough to judge by tho shape
uv his head an' the cast uv his features,
an’ not by tha cut uv is close or his
Him Ih. oily toogue. An' the sooner
that time comes, the sooner folks’ll es
cape bcin cheated, an’ deluded an’
fooled. 'Then folk* won t open their
arms to a friend an 1 find they ve cher
ished a viper that’ll turn an’ sting ’em.
I've always raid, an’ always will say,
that life’s'too short to waste any uv it
i oo oeonla you don't care about, unless
you can help 'em in some way. The
minute I ste a stranger I can tell
whether I want to have anything to do
with him or not, an’l don't m ike any
mistakes, cither. Now. there was that
Janet Clark, the new music teacher that
came here last winter. I so© it jest a
atickin’ out uv the bumps on that girl’s
head, that she was rash an’ deceitful
and sly. An’ what did she do? Run
away with the doctor’s son and got mar
ried when his folks was so set against it.
that it most killed his ma! Humph! I
knew just what was a cornin’! Uh, you
can laugh, Marthy, but I can laugh
louder. She don’t owe me four dollar**
and a quarter for a bonnit,”
This opportune reminder effectually
served to dispel Miss Cummings’ mirth
and she quickly replied:
“Os course there always was a hefcp of
meanness in .lanct an' I always knew
it. But I couldn't refuse her the bonnet
when she came in with the minister's
wife and ordered it.”
•‘Now, there’s the new agent goin'
around town with those beautiful Bi
ble-,” resumed Miss .Jano dreamily.
“There's a head to admire! I noticed
it the day he came here with his books;
there was benevolence, an* sublimity, an’
ideality, an’ veneration all standin’ out
like little hills—l declare I could hardly
keep my hand ; o!T his head. His percep
tive faculties are beautifully developed,
too. He admired mother's old silver
set <n’; aid it was a priceless relic. I
showed him all the oldplate an’ I never
see a man so charmed. Before he left
lie asked if he couldn’t come an’ board
with me; says Widow Brown's Is too
noisy, an’he* wants a sheltered, quiet
place, where he can read and study when
his work's done.
“Goodness, Jane, you ain’t goin’ to
take him,be you?” exclaimed her friend.
“Your house won't be the same place
with a stranger runnin’ ’round it. You
don t think of it, do you?”
Mis 3 Jane really had not quite decided
but the small opposition instantly dis
pelled all hesitation, and she firmly re
sponded.
“Yes, indeed, I do. lie can have the
spare room next to mother’s,and he ain't
goin’ to be any trouble. Miss Brown
says he always pays in advance, au’ four
dollars ain’t to be sneezed at those
times.”
Here a diversion was caused by small
Johnny Brown, who, in despair of enter
ing any other way, had rashly precipi
tated himself over the garden wall, and
was discovered generously handing
peaches out to his delighted compan
ions.
Miss Cummings did not forget the con
versation, however, and repeated it at
several residences on her way home,
therefore, wheu it was ascertained sev
eral days Inter that the new agent had
actually* taken possession of the “spare
room” at the Chandler cottage less sur
prise was expressed than might have
been expected.
Nevertheless, when the following Sun
day night, Miss Jane and tho agent
walked into the meeting house together,
entered the same pew and even gazed
into the same hymn book, the congrega
tion was so much excited that Elias
Green sang out of tune twice and Alviny
Brown entered in all the glory of a new
white dress without causing the slightest
comment.
Things having begun in this propitious
way, moved on serenely. Every day
Miss Jane discovered new beauties in
their boarder’s head and fresh charms in
his countenance. They walked, talked
and rode together. The Bible business
languished, but phrenology nourished.
The village resigned its If to the state
of affairs and merely looked ou with in
terest until suddenly, without a mo
ment's warning, came a local earthquake
that shook Russellville to its very foun
dations. Mr. George Winburne, the
new agent, hud left town! He was not
there; he had gone; and to assuage the
pangs of parting and as n memento of
that peaceful vale he had taken Miss
Jane’s watch and chain! Beventy dol
lars in cash! ! Mrs. Chandler’s solid
silver set!!!
Later developments showed that
while Miss Jane and her mother were
quietly reposing in the arms of Mor
pheus, George Winburne, the man who
personified the beautiful attributes of
ideality, veneration and reverence, had
risen from his couch and ouietlv stolen
away. His perceptive faculties were
certainly developed, There was no
doubt of that.
* * * * * *
Three days later Miss Cummings
called on her friends with the laudable
intention of explaining that the entire
village had foreseen *ust what had oc
curred, and could ha c warned Miss
Jane weeks before it happened. She
rang the bell, but no one responded; so
availing herself of the rights of an old
friend she calmly walked in.
Through the little dining room she
passed out into the kitchen. The room
was empty, but a fire burned in the
stove and on the bright coals lay a num
ber of charred books, pamphlets, maps,
etc. As Miss Cummings stepped nearer,
a tongue of flame shot up in tho tenter
of the doomed volume and one par
ticularly bright flush threw out in bo id
relief t! e title on a burning page, “How
to Read Cha acter; A Guide to Human
Intercourse; bv—”
The d >or opened and Miss Chandler
entered from the garden. She looked
rather con used at seeing her friend and
glanced hastily at the tire. Reassured
by the blizc, she greeted the visitor
calmly, and entered into an diacus
sion. Only once did she lose the high
serenity of her manner—when Mins Cum
mings broached the subnet so near her
heart. Then Jane ( handler rose in h' r
might, and with a few well-chosen re
marks, so awed the gentle Martha that
she afterward remarked to Widow*
Brown: “I’d as li«ve discuss murder
with a full-fledged lunatic in the btate
asylum, as phrenology with Jane ( hand
ler.”—- A rkan*atc Traveler,
GUNBOATS AT VICKSBURG.
A NOVEL EXPEDITION TO PABS THE
CONFEDERATE STRONGHOLD.
A Federal Flotilla Fails to Fov.?c
a Passage Through Bog* and
Swamps—Saved by Sherman.
Carrington Smith says, in the Detroit
Fret ? /tost, that had any Confederate in
or around Vicksburg asserted that the
Fedcrals would seek to pass that point
by sending gunboats through the Yazoo,
Sunflower and Yallabusha Rivers and a
corps of men through the swamps and
marshes aud bogs which cover the entire
country lor fifty miles in length, he
would have been hooted at as a fool.
And y. t. continues Mr. Smith, that was
exactly what Grant planned as cool as
ice and Sherman and Porter were sent
♦b carry out.
To begin With, each of the streams
named was hardly more than a creek.
While they had a good depth of water,
they were narrow, crooked and ob
structed by sunken trees, and at that
date were hardly known even to iiat
boats. We made our start about the
middle of March, having live gunboat?,
four or five large tugs mounting one guu
each, but depended on for pulling away
obstructions, and two or three floats, or
fiat-bottoms, on which mortars were
mounted. It was understood by the
fleet that Sherman was to keep pace with
us with about 10,000 men. The novelty
of the situation was such as no fleet ever
experienced. After ascending the Yazoo
for a few miles details of axmen had to
be sent on ahead to cut away the limb 3
which would have brushed away our
smokestacks in the narrow channels.
The woods, as far as the eye could see,
were hung with moss, ivy and wild
grapes, and the ground was hidden by
water. The only way to find the chan
nel was to sound for it, and to follow
the lead of the pilot-boat. The sight of
us frightened away great flocks of birds,
and alligators rollid lazily aside and ser
pents swam hissing away.
1 W c were no sooner out of tho Yazoo
than the tugs had to begin on the logs
and stumps and fallen trees, and cur
progress wa? slow and tedious. At one
point the channel ran between growing
trees for three or four miles, and three
fifths of them had to be cut away before
the fleet could pass. They were sawed
off, the trunks hauled off, and then a
couple of tugs would hitch to the
“stump” and sltake it out bv the roots,
i At this one spot we suffered a delay of
thirty hours, and got our first inkling of
the difficulties of the voyage. Each day
we crept along at snail's pace, clearing
: away the obstructions, and each night
our hawsers were made fast to trees
along the banks and w*c turned in with
I bruised hands and aching bodies
As soon as the Confederates discovered
the movement our troubles vastly in
| creased. Scores and hundreds of trees
i were fell* d across the stream in advance
i of us, and our working parties were con
i tiuually fired upon by men hidden in the
swamps for the purpose. We had not
' o:ily to work the vessels, but to clear the
stream of oqstructions and keep the guns
going. We now also had to work by
night as well as by day, for if we rested
the enemy were at work again with the
ax.
On the fifth day, when the stream be
gan to broaden and deepen, and there
was a hope that we had seen the worst,
we found our progress absolutely
blocked. The entire bed of the river
was filled with willow?, bushes, canes
and young trees, and a channel must be
cut through or we must go back. A
sur.vey was made, and it was decided it
would be a labor of week - to cut a chan
nel. Wc were even uow under a hot
lire, the Confederates having sent in
fantry and artillery from Vicksburg to
head off the expedition. Gherman had
found it impossible to keep the banks,
and had sought to make cross-cuts. In
this way wc had left every Federal In
i fantryman miles behind, and ail the
i fighting was being dooe by the men of
the flotilla. Our retreat began at day
light on the morning of the sixth day of
the expedition.
'The waters were rising and tho current
i increasing, and each vessel dropped
down stern first and had to be * ‘snubbed”
from tree to tree in the narrow places.
! In less than three hours th s method had
to be abandoned, the enemy tilling the
woods with sharpshooters and killing off
the men handling the hawsers. Indeed,
it after awhile became impossible for
any one to show himself on the deck of
a single craft. Our men, protected by
such barr.cadis as they could form, were
■ returning the fire with all possible vigor,
i . when the fleet was brought to a sudden
standstill by obstructs.ns which had been
1 felled in tbs rear. At the same moment
! the Confederates b gan felling trees a
mi e and a half above, and to also in
crease their rifle fire. We were nicely
penned up, and nine men out of every
ten among us felt certa n that we must
sunender. Every craft was short of
ammunition, and the line was strung out
in such u way, aud oue wa< so hidden
from the other by th * t ees, that signals
were of little me. Howe cr, after lying
under a hot tire for about twenty min
ute*, a dital w.i* sent o f from every
bout, m iking 500 or *.OO men in all, and
whi’e some worked at the trees others
held the Confederate- at bay.
We wcie still at work, suffering se
verely from the tn my’s fir**, when word
was sent track from the front that tha
Confederate had received a large rein
forcement, and that a body of regular
troops, acrompar.i* d by artillery, was ad
vancing to a bold attack. There was a
panic among u« Lr a few moments, each
one feeling certain that this w.is the cud,
aud eve y boat made ready for the final
struggle. Alter what seemed a criminal
wash: of time, nod with men dropping
- dead at the rate of three or four ptr min
i ute, we recei .ed orders to return to our
ships. The movement was being eie
' cuted when the head of one of Gher
Terms.' sliil'mr Annum. Single Cony 5 cents.
man’s columns came up and struck the !
advancing Confederate force in flank. f
and after a brief fight scattered it. '
through the woods. The providential fa
arrival of the infantry certainly saved
that whole fleet from capture, penned up r
as it was.
A Reminiscence of Lincoln’s Assas
sination.
Thomas F. Pend el, who has served j
twenty-three years as a guard at the !
White House, has been talking to a Phil- |
idelphia Press reporter about his life in ;
the Execvtive Mausiou. Speaking of j
President Lincoln’s assassination, Mr. I
Pendel said: j
“On one dark rainy day the President j
and myself walked over to Secretary j
Stanton's office in the War Department. !
He and Mr. Lincoln held a conference
and then we started again. On the
itairway of the department we met a
rtranger, who looked at the President !
md he looked at him. I watched them j
both intently. The man passed on his
way up stairs and the President kept go- !
ing down, but Mr. Lincoln kept his eyes j
on him. When the stranger reached the ;
head of the stairs he turned and peered !
over the balustrade,and when be reached
the pavement the President spoke for the
firettime. ‘Pendelton,’he said, ‘lre-'
ceived a letter from New York yester
day telling me that a man answering his
descripton and dressed just like him wa9
on his way to Washington to kill me.’
“Then came that terrible night. Mr.
Ashmer, of New York; Mr. Colfax,
Speaker of the House, and Mr. and Mrs.
Lincoln, were chattiog in the parlor be
fore starting for the theatre. Richmond
had fallen and the house was illuminated, i
Do you know the reason the President
went to the theatre that night? It had
been advertised that Grant wouid be
there, but he couldn’t, and Mr. Lincoln
went so that the people would not be dis
appointed. I saw the party off, und sent
a guard to look after them. About nine
o’clock the bell rang, aud when I an
swered it a man said: ‘Do you know
they have tried to cut Secretary Seward’s j
throat?* I said: ‘No, it cin’t b?.* A
few moments later he returned, breathless, |
and exclaimed: ‘Yes, it is >o. The cav
alry are up and down the avenue.’ Then
I grew uneasy about the President, and
sent out messengers A few minutes
afterward I saw t>c::ator Sumner coming
up the hill, followed by a crowd of men
and boys, and he gasped: ‘How about
the President?’ He hid hardly finished
talking when Commissioner Newlin ar
rived and said: ‘The President has been
shot through the back of the head.’ I
went to Captain Lincoln's room. He had
just returned from the front, and I said:
‘Captain, something has happened to the
President.’ I told the Military r-ccretarv |
plainly what it was. He turned white as
death and said: Don’t let any one come
In the house.’ I was going down stairs
when little Tad, who had been to the
j National Theatre, rushed into mv arms
and sobbed: ‘Oh, Tom Pen, somebody •
has killed my papa to-day.* It was an
awful night. * I rushed through crowds
on the streets to Peterson's tailor s store,
where the President had been taken. |
passed the line of guar ’s, and Mrs. Lin
coin met me in one of the parlors with j
hair disheveled and almost wild. ‘Oh,
Pendleton.'she cried, *if you had been i
here it would not have happened.’ ” i
Quaint Epitaphs
A San Franciscan on tho occasion of a
recent visit to the East discovered in an ]
old graveyard in Greene, Trumbull
County, Ohio, the following quaint and !
| humorous—if such a word can be used j
in connection with a graveyard—epi
taphs, which he copied. On one old. i
fat, brown headstone, fallen down and
broken in two, is written:
WYMAN WAKEFIELD. * * *
During his life ho voted for and helped to i
elect the following Presidents:
George Washington,
John Adam.',
Thomas Jefferson,
.Tames Mad son,
.la * es Mnnroe.
Andrew Jackson.
Martin Van Burea,
James X. Polk.
Franklin Pien-e.
On a small white marble shaft in the
1 same cemetery was read the following
i t&Nderi'ul inscription:
JOHN G. EVANS. *
Our father lies Leneath the sod,
His sj#irit'B g« >ne up to his «^od:
We never more shall hear his tread.
Nor we the trrn upon his head
The only distinguishing trait of this
old man was that while living his head
was adorned with a large and beautiful
! wen, :;n» his children, wishing to record
and perpetuate his virtue, had the above
1 touching and appropriate lines engraved
i upon his tombstone.
| On a plain white marble slab was read
| the following:
! RUTH, DAUGHTER OF I. AND M. SIRRINE. * * * j
Strange as it i?, but it Is so.
Here are three .-asters in a row;
We were cut down in ali our jirime.
The daughters of I. and M. Sirrine.
We have (aid the det t you plainly see,
Yet to be paid, my friend, by the?.
The above was written and c msed to
, be recorded upon the stone by the father
of the three sisters.
The above-named Isaac Stirrine wrf a
man *>t very eccentric character in his
I day in Northeastern Oh o. Before his
I death he wrote the first four lines of the
following epitaph, which can bo seen
■ upon his tombstone iu a graveyard in
( berry \ alley, Ashtabula county, O. Tho
• last two line* were added by his brother
after his death:
Here t’ie old man lies;
Nobody liugiu* and nobody cries.
Where’ he’s gone, how he fur**,
Nobody knows, nobody -ares,
i But his brother James and his wife Envline,
Were his good friend* all the time.
In France the number of suicides is
! alarmingly ou the increase. In 1851
there were ten suicides to every 100,000
inhabitants, but in ltd! there were twenty
to the same number, as the statistics
•how.
•j .* . dreams
I dream of days now long forever fled—
A time when life was earnest, real and
true— -
Before the hope of happiness was dead;
Before life’s sorrows filled my heart anew
With fleeting fancies—wishes never gained—
Though oft they seemed close to my eager
grasp; *
Ambition lured to heights I ne’er attained,
To friends whose hands I always failed to
clasp.
1 often dream of days that now are here;
Os hopes that urge me on my toilsome way:
Os stars that shino. my wayward course to
cheer, •**
Up to the realms of longed-for famed day.
Tho more I.stS’ivethe farther off it seams—
This goal 'for wnich, I vainly dream and
hope— ,
The sun obscured— it hides its beams—
While I Lin doubt. &y rayless pathway
Then I of life not yet begun,
Hidden, away in yea s—long years—lo be,
On wheels of life—tyhere golden threads are
spun; 'i . *
Wfw)Hoil isdoner-the weirv spirit free.
This drf»m Is oue UXfiiu would realize;
To prove that life is not quite all in vain.
But if it reaches fafc.boyond the skies—
Before let me dream
again. /
—Clint L Luce , in the Current,
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HUMOR OF SHE DAY.
Half the pepper sold in Boston consists
of p’s.— Beacon.
The darkest hour is when you can’t
find the matches.
Nations of Europe appear to have nary a
Prince who is able to govern Bulgaria. «
Washington PpsL
Gems of thought—" Where is the win
ter coal coming from? —Waterloo Obser
ved.
If there is one thing that quicker than
another will drive a man to drink it is
thirst.— Life.
It is said that bees can predict weather.
They can certainly make it hot whera
they arc. —Beetm Post.
There is nothing especially murderous
or feroc'ous about a gilded youth, and
yet he takes life easily.— Rambler.
A farmer's journal says tomataes will
ultimately be propagated from shoots.
Planted with a gun, eh?.— Sifting?.
Can a man lose anything he never
owned.' Why, certainly; people lose
railroad trains every day.— Boston Poet.
Light moves 102,000 miles per second.
I Sound moves 743 mile 9 a second, and
! sc.lr.dal travels around the world in no
; time.— Rife'
The West is said to be a great grain
growing country, but it cannot raise its
own bread without the assistance of the
| yeast. — Balias News.
K. Stone Wiggins, the late earthquake
I prophet, parti his hair in the middle,
j For nil that, his head does not appear to
!be evenly balanced. Graphic.
Iti> stated that mosquitoes will not
I sting grown persons if there is a baby
in the room. They probably realize that
1 the baby causes them sufficient suffering.
! —New lia. en News.
Two clergymen once hotly disputed on
some knotty point of theology until it
| was time to separate, when one of them
I remarked: “You will find my views
, very w 11 put in a certain pamphlet,”
jof which lie gave tho tit;c. To his sur
! prise his antagonist replied: “Why, I
wrote that pamphlet myself.”— The
* Churchman.
After Concealed Treasure.
. One of the curious schemes that find a
lodgment in this city is tnat of a stock
1 company designed to make a specialty of
hunting up concealed treasures. Captain
Bridgewater, one of the stockholders,
. tells me it is doing a good business. I
asked him how they went to work.
‘Well,” he said, “we are guided by cir
cumstances. We learn as much as pos
, tible about the characteristics of people
who are supposed to have concealed
treasure, and then work accordingly. 1
was once called by the friends of an in
. sane man to look after his money. He
‘ had hidden it while supposed to be in
1 his right mind, an l after ho became in
sane he could not be induced to talk on
the subject or gi\o any clew. One day
I suddenly pulled out o" ray pocket a
big roll of b Us, and quietly remarked.
‘We stumbled ou your hid «en pile
the other day.’ He gave a quick
glance to the corner of the room and
shouted: ‘You lie!’ and then laughed
gleefully. I had that corner searched
that night and found the money.-1 knew
that he would not be satisfied te stay in
an? place where he could not be in sigh*
of hn treasure. Another case where w?
made $2,000, was that of a wealthy man
stricken with paralysis, lie was about
to deposit $2 ,000 when stricken down,
and the money wa gone. He could
not recall a tiling All that was known
was that he was found sitting on the
front hull i-tuirs bereft of mind and
speech. Wc hurried everywhere, and 1
made up my mind tha*. he had been
robbed. We examined his person, and
lonnd a bla k and blue mark on his hip
and another on h.s forehead. A sliver ol
blue painted wood was on his clothing.
W o then stuited out to find where tb«
sliver came from and where he got hii
; marks. We so ;nd in the barn cellar •
dump cart that gave us our clew, and
where he hid fallen we found the
money.AVw Ywk Nice.
The British Museum has one of the
largest libraries in tho world, and it is
greatly used by students aud readers en
gaged in special re-car< h, ifo great is
the ov< rcrovrdlng in th * reading-room
that it is now proposed to provide an
, additional room for general readers.