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THE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY FREDERICK T. FALSER, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. TLE ISMS: TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM, INVARIABLY IN ADVANCM. ONE DOLLAR FOR SIX MONTHS. THREE MONTHS FOR FIFTY CENTS J^§~ Deductioms Made for Clubs. The Blacksmith’s Story. ILLUSTRATED BY D. SCATTERGOOD. Well, no ! My wife ain’t dead, sir, but I’ve lost her all the same ; Sho left me voluntarily, and neither was to blame. It’s rather a queer story, and I think you will agree- When you hear the circumstances—’twas rather rough on me. She was a soldier’s widow. He was killed at Malvern Hill; And when I married her she seemed to sorrow for him still; * But I brought her here to Kansas. I never A better wife than Mary was, for five bright years to me! The change of scene brought cheerfulness, and soon a rosy glow Of happiness warmed Mary’s cheeks and melted all their snow. I think she loved me some—I’m bound to think that of her, sir, And as for me—I can’t begin to tell how I loved her! Three years ago the baby came, our humble home to bless ; And then I reckon I was nigh to perfect happi ness ; Twas hers—’twas mine—but I’ve no language to explain to you How that little girl’s weak fingers our hearts together drew! Once we watched it through a fever, and with each gasping breath, Dumb with an awful, worldless woe, we waited for its death ; • And though I’m not a pious man, our souls to gether there For heaven to spare our darling went up in voiceless prayer. And when the doctor said ’twould five our joy what words could tell? Clasped in each other’s arms, our grateful tears together fell. Sometimes, you see the shadow fell across our little nest, But it only made the sunshine seem a doubly- welcome guest. (DEVOTE^) TO (POLITICS QEJIE^fiL JLEWS. THE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN. ADVERTISING RATES: One square, one time.. One square, two times., One square, three times $1.00 1.26 1.50 VOL. T “But', John, I can’t leave baby.” “What! wife and child?” cried I; “ Must I yield all? Ab, cruel! Better that I should die. Bhink of the long, sad, lonely hours waiting in gloom for me— No wife to cheer me with her love—no babe to climb my lined*! And yet you are her mother, and the sacred motherlove " , Is still the purest, tenderest tie that heaven ever wove. Take her, but promise, Mary--for that will bring no shame— My little girl shall bear, and learn to lisp hoi- father’s name!” It may be, in the life to come, I’ll meet my child and wife; But yonder, by my cottage gate, we parted for this life; One long hand-clasp from Mary, and my dream of love was done! One long embrace from baby, and my happiness was gone! Work came to me a plenty, and I kept the anvil ringing, Early and late you’d find me there a hammering and singing ; Love nerved my arm to labor, and tuned.my tongue to song, And though my singing wasn’t sweet, it was almighty strong. One day a one-armed stranger stopped to have me nail a shoe, And while I was at work we passed a compli ment or two. I asked how he had lost his arm. He said ’twas shot away At Malvern Hill. “’At Malvern Hill! Did you know Robert May ?” “ That’s me!” said he. “You, you!” I grasped, chocking with horrid doubt; “ If you’re a man, just follow me; we’ll try this mystery-out.” With dizzy steps I led him to Mary. God! ’Twas true! Then the bitterest pangs of misery unspeakable I knew. Frozen with deadly horror, she stared with eyes ofstone, And from her quivering lips there broke one wild, despairing moan. ’Twas he ! the husband of her.youth, now risen from the dead, But all too late—and with that bitter cry' her senses fled. Ilow Beecher Talks. The following extract is from a Sunday sermon of Henry Ward Beecher :—Peo ple who were never sick could never believe that anybody else was sick ; but et any man get an autumnal catarrh, and before he gets through he will find that nearly every other man he meets has got an autumnal catarrh. How few there were who remembered the young gentle men at picnics paying their polite atten tions to the ill-favored and the homely ladies of that party ! What an artistic eye those young men seemed to have ! How they seemed to have singled out the girls with pencilled eyebrows, the deli cate profiles, and the sparkling eyes, and how few of them, bestowed a word of kindliness and thoughtfulness to the poor girl who was half crippled! We should therefore make a habit of bearing burdens in this way, and our piety would be something more than a sentimental pleasure. Then there were a number of self-possessed people, who were always living in a groove of comfort, and who had never been out of it. If shiftless, thriftless, ne’er-do-well people went to them for assistance, it was so much easier to say to a man, “ Go West, go West!” than it was to think and act on his behalf. Why, if it would please Divine Providence to make these self- possessed people shiftless and thriftless for a month, it would do them a sight of good. They would find out then how much good telling a man to “go West” would do him. '(Daughter.) Lovel'ty'D a good thing and a bad thing. We all say, “ Blessed are the poor,” and if there is one blessing more than another that we do not wish for ourselves it is that. It seemed a marvel to some people what boys were created for. If you could get a boy shot from the bow at birth clear up into manhood that would be all very well. But a boy, what a plague he is ! What a blessing at one time of his life he is to his mother. Was there ever a neighborhood that had a bad boy in it that that boy was not the worst boy in the world? You see two men coming along the street, and they know him when they see him. One of them puts out his foot towards the boy, and says : “Git along you little cuss !” But the other man talks to him as though there might be some latent good in him, and asks him whether he would not like to be a better boy and do some good for somebody. Which of these two is bear ing the boy’s burden? Then there was a way we had of talk ing about our friends, or the people we know. It was a bad thing to speak evil, .•but it was a much worse thing to think evil one of another. It was this super cilious Pharisaism that was so difficult to deal with. It wag said that New Orleans was the worst city in the States and that Boston was the best. Well, he (Mr. Beecher) would rather undertake to cure the bottom section of New Orleans than he would the bottom section of Boston. The good people coalesced, kept to them selves, had no fellowship with the erring, were so far above the bad people, that in Boston it would be difficult to raise the bottom section of the population into sympathy with the good. These latter were very apt to think that they had done their duty, when they had sent some poor, half-starved missionary to preach a little bit of the Gospel of Christ to the bottom sections of the population of their city. WINSTON, N. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26, 1872. MY UNCLE’S WILL. “ No need ofyou learning a trade,” said my father. “ Stick to your books like a Briton, and who knows but what you may yet do without any trade at all. A life at the bench is a poor’affair I at the best; nothing but work day in and day out, and wjiat do you get for it in the end? A crust of bread, a few ’rags on your back, and a narrow box to wind up with.” . My father’s words disconcerted me. Was' this true of a life at the bench? Was this all a workingmarj’s life? Did neither independence nor the glory of ex celling, offer any reward to the poor human machine? Although I was nearly eighteen; I am afraid that the tears’stood in my eyes, as I replied with an effort at being respect ful: “The trade will *do me no harm, father, even should- uncle John bee fit to leave me anything when he die-.'- . “Leave you anything!” cried my mother, indignantly. “Didn’t he tell me years ago that his will was made, and that he had left you all he possessed?” Much more in the same strain said my father and mother; but I was not con vinced. I burned to learn a trade. A peep into a foundry seemed to me like a glance into fairyland, and the notes of a young musician’s first composition were never sweeter to him than was the din of a boiler shop to me. Looking back now in my old age, I can see the reason for my great warmth, al though I failed to see it then. As usual, there was a girl in the case. Katie Hall—dear little Katie, my school- mate, with the cherry lips and sweet, modest eyes—had a father who owned a boiler shop and a large foundry, which latter daily seemed to send forth a roar of contempt against every young man who did not learn a trade. The foundry, in all probability, accomplished other work, but to my fevered* imagination this was its chief occupation. My parents were English, who had emigrated “to the land of the free and the home of the brave ” when I was but three years old; consequently my education had been thoroughly American, and although my rich uncle had promised to make me his heir, I did not care to waste my youth in “ waiting for dead men’s shoes,” which innine casesout of ten are never worth the wearing.' Fortunately for my purpose, I was an only child, and I determined never to give my parents a moment’s rest till I had accomplished my purpose. They are dead and gone now, and I say it with bitter regret, that I was not as filial as I might have been. “ Oh, go to the foundry if you must!” cried my lather in a rage, “and may you get your fill of it before three months are over.’ I’ll put you underthatoldTartar, old Hall, and if you don’t come whimper ing back to us in a "week, my name isn’t Joe Bartlett.”, Tropical Insects. Butterflies swarm around us here in Trinidad of every hue. Beetles are few; they do not run in swarms about these arid paths as they do at home. But the wasps and bees, black and brown, are in numerable. That huge blue bee in steel- blue armor, booming straight at you— which some one compared to the lord mayor’s man in armor turned into a cherub and broken loose—(Get out of his way, for he is absorbed in business)—is pro- ably a wood-borer, of whose work yon may read in Mr. Wood’s “ Homes With out Hands.” That long, black wasp, com monly called a Jack Spaniard, builds pen sile paper nests under every roof and shed. Watch, now, this more delicate brown wasp, probably one of the Pelopcei of which we have read in Mr. Gosse’s “Na turalist in Jamacia,” and Mr. Bates’ “ Travels on the Amazon.” Shelias made- under a shelf a mud nest of three long cells, and filled them one by one with small spiders, and the precious egg which, when hatched, is to.feed on them. One hundred and eight spiders have been counted in a single nest like this; and the wasp, much of the sanae shape as the Jack Spaniard, but smaller, works, unlike him, alone, or at least only with her husband’s help. The long mud nest is built upright, often in the angle of a doorpost or panel, and always added to, and entered from below. With a joyful hum she flies back to it all day long with her pellets of mud, and spreads them out with her mouth into pointed arches one laid on the other, making one. side of the arch out of each pellet, and singing low but cheerily over her work. As she works downward, she parts off the tube of the nest with horizon tal floors of a finer and harder mud, and inside each story places some five spiders, and among them tire precious egg or eggs which is to feed on them when hatched. If we open the uppermost chamber, we shall find every vestige of the spiders gone, and the cavity filled (and strange to say exactly filled) by a brown-coated wasp- pupa, enveloped in a fine silken shroud. In the chamber below perhaps we shall find the grub full-grown and finishing his last spider; and so on, down six or eight stories, till the lowest holds nothing but spiders, packed close, but not yet sealed up. These spiders, be it remembered, are not dead. By some strange craft, the wasp knows exactly where to pierce them with her sting so as to stupefy, but not to kill, just as the sand-wasps of our banks at home stupefy the large weevils which they store in their burrows as food for their grubs. There are wasps, too, which-make pretty little jar-shaped nests, round, with a neatly lined round lip. Paper nests, too, more like those of our tree-wasps at home, hang from the trees in the woods. Ants’ nests, too, hang sometimes from the stronger boughs, looking like huge hard lumps of clay. And once, at least, we have found silken nests of butterflies or moth®. '‘ontaiiLinp’ .mApy. chp. j, i$p'-i'^ c ^°2 n h ■ Meanwhile, dismiss from your mind the] To’b^ put' under her stories of insect plagues. If good care is an effort! Why, it was taken to close the musquito curtains at night, the flies about the house are not nearly as troublesome, as we have often found the midges in Scotland. As for snakes, we have seen none; centipedes are, certainly, apt to get into the bath, but can be fished out dead, and thrown to the chickens. The wasps and bees do not sting, orin anywise interfere with our comfort, save by building on the books. The only ants which come into the house are the minute, harmless, and most use ful “ crazy ants,” which run up and down wildly all day till they find some eatable thing, an atom of bread or a disabled cock-roach, of which last, by-the-by, we have seen hardly any here. ’ They then prove themselves in their sound senses by uniting to carry of their prey, some pul ling, some pushing, with a steady com bination of effort which puts to shame and average negro crew. And these are all we have to fear, unless it be now and then a huge spider, which it is not the fashion here to kill, as they feed on flies. Lizards run about the walks in plenty, about the same size as the green lizard of the South of Europe, but of more sober colors. The parasol ants—of which I could tell you much, save that you will read far more than I can tell you in half a. dozen books at home—walk in triumphal processions, each with a bit of green leaf borne over its head, and prob ably, when you look closely, with a little ant or two riding on it, and getting a lift home after work on their stronger sisters’ back—and these are all the monsters which you are likely to meet.—A Christ- imas in the West Indies. NO. 25 A square is the width of a column and one inch deep. S3- Liberal inducements offered for contract Advertisements. What could be done? Ho was reported dead. On his return He strove in vain some tidings of his. absent wife to learn. ’Twas well that he was innocent! Else Z’d have killed him too, So dead he never would have riztill Gabriel’s trumpet blew! It was agreed that Mary then between us should decide, And each by her decision would sacredly abide. No sinner at the judgment seat, waiting eternal doom. Could suffer what I did while waiting sentence in that room. Rigid and breathless there we stood, with nerves as tense as steel, While Mary’s eyes sought each white face, in piteous appeal. God! Could not woman’s duty be less hardly reconciled Between her lawful husband and the father of her child. Ah, how my heart was chilled to ice when she knelt down and said, “Forgive me, John! He is my husband! Here! Alive! not dead!” I raised her tenderly and tried to tell her she was right, But somehow in my aching breast the prisoned words stuck tight! The Newfoundland Disaster. The story published, that forty-one ves sels of the Newfoundland sailing fleet had been destroyed, with a loss of three thou sand lives, it is hoped will prove a hoax, founded probably on the actual loss of the brig Huntsman and several other ves sels. It is likely, however, that in time we shall hear of great suffering and con siderable loss among the fishermen en gaged in sealing. The season has been very stormy, with tremendous easterly winds, and the vessels engaged, in the fishery, which usually are at home by the middle of March, have been late in re turning. There are about five hundred vessels engaged in the seal fisheries under Newfoundland direction, mostly bark or ship-rigged steamers and small brigantines and brigs. These are usually crowded, the smallest craft carrying from twenty to fifty men, and the steamers carrying crews numbering from one hundred and fifty to two hundred—while on their re turn voyage they are simply overloaded. The steamers employed in these fisheries are all first-class boats, Clyde built, and immensely strong. They cost from £14,- 000 to £20,000 sterling each. Many Eng lish and Scotch merchants who have in vested their money in these fisheries have made great profits, as the the large ves sels sometimes bring home twenty thou sand seal skins, which sell readily at from five to seven shillings each. The fishing grounds are about two hundred miles from Newfoundland.. This year great fields«of ice have been driven upon the Newfoundland shores, bringing with them such numbers of seals that the home pop ulation, men, "women, and children, were able to kill hundreds of them. The great danger which the seal fishermen eficoun- ter on their voyages is that of being crush ed in moving fields of ice. The Grain Trade.—The shipment of grain for the Canadian ports from our principal ports, Chicago, Milwaukee and Toledo, during the past week have been unusually large. The increase in the diversion of corn to the St. Lawrence route is the most marked. The total shipments of corn for the week were 1,- 797,961 bushels. Of this amount 686,- 142 bushels were consigned to Buffalo, 558,608 bushels to Kingston and Mon treal, and 194,219 bushels to Port Col- borne. The aggregate shipments by lake to all the United States ports were 827,122 bushels of corn, against 809,119 bushels to all the Canadian ports. The consignments of corn to Canadian ports last week were greater than ever before in thesame length of time. The only reason we can give for this diversion of trade is the fear of detention felt on ac count of the low stage of water. This, however, was imaginary to a large ex tent, as there was water enough for the early part of the season. All uneasiness on this score may by banished as the late heavy rains have furnished an abundant supply.—Buffalo Paper. Terrible Death of an Aeronaut.— Prof. Atkins, who was attached to a cir cus which exhibited at Decatur, Ala., ascended with a hot air balloon during the afternoon, when the balloon became detached from the windlass, fixing its altitude, and ascended to the height of half a mile, and then rapidly descended into the Tennessee River. Atkins suc ceeded in getting out of the basket after a desperate effort, having got entangled in the ropes, and attempted to swim ashore. Some fishermen in a canoe went' to his assistance, but failed to rescue him. Prof. Atkins seems to have had a presentment of misfortune, he having remarked as the balloon started. “This is my last ascension.” Mrs. Smith observes that scolding is a woman’s sphere. Mrs. Robinson retorts that “it is no woman’s fear ” to scold her husband—provided he deserves it. the wretched widow, and dark hints thrown out, but it was no use; the woman had been lawfully married to my uncle, and her-infantson was his heir. My father spent the twenty pounds on lawyers. When my darkened prospects became known to Mr. Hall, he suddenly cut off my opportunities for going to his house. Ah, the . boiler shop was very, very noisy just then ! But I contrived a meeting with Katie one day when old Mr. and Mrs. Hall had gone in the country; when I told her my love, and vowed to accomplish unheard of feats in the way of obtaining riches, that I might gain her from her hard father, while the dear child promised to wait for me forever. Her parents, just like contrary people, came home long before they were wanted, and found us talking together. Mis. Hall took away her daughter, and Mr. Hall took me to task, accusing me of loving little Katie, just as though any young man in his senses could help doing that. Unlike most criminals when charged, I plead guilty, and gently reminded him that he had started in life as poor as I was. The result of this interview was that Katie and I were forbidden, under dire threats, to hold any communication with each other. I went to my work, and what between my efforts to do my whole duty serenely and my sore heart, the clays dragged heavily enough. Although I did not know it then, nor till long afterwards, my little Katie droop ed like a meek flower, and was at last laid on a bed of sickness, but her parents still held out, and only sent for me when they thought her dying. Thank God I was enabled to carry some of the same energy that caused me to ex cel in my trade to that sick bed. Katie got better and we were married, with something of a grudging consent from the old folks, who, like so many others, alas! had outlived the sweet ex perience of their own youth. I did not get rich by magic, but by steady adherence to my business, but now that I am old, I can very well afford to let some one else be my uncle’s heir. Hiring a Clerk. The foll@wing is not a new story, but it is a true one, and will bear repeating, we think: Years ago, into a wholesale grocery store in Boston walked a tall, muscular looking man, evidently a fresh comer from some backwood town in Maine or New Hampshire. Accosting the first person he met, who happened to be the •merchant himself, he asked: “ You don’t want to hire a man in your store, do you ?” “Well,” said the merchant, “ I don’t know; what can you do?” “Do?” said the man; “I rather guess I can turn my hand to almost anything. What do you want done?” “ Well—if I was 'to hire a man, it would be one that could lift well, a strong wiry fellow; one, for instance, that could skoulder a sack of-coffea t VOB- der, and carry it across the stora aad never lay it down.” “ There now, capt’in,” said the coun tryman, “that’s justme. I can lift any thing I hitch to; you 'can’t suit me better. What will you give a man that can suit you?” “I’ll tell you,” said the merchant, “if you will shoulder that sack of coffee and carry it across the store twice and never lay it down, I will hire you for a year at $100 per month.” “Done,” said the stranger; and by this time every clerk in the store had. gathered around, and were waiting to join in the laugh against the man, who, walking up to the sack, threw it across his shoulder with perfect ease, as it was not extremely heavy, and walking with it twice across the store, went quietly to a large hook which was fastened to the wall, and hanging it up, turned to the merchant and said: “ There now, it may hang there till doomsday; I shan’t never lay it down. What shall I go about, mister? Just give me plenty to do and a $100 per month, and its all right.” The clerks broke into a.laugh, and the merchant discomfitted yet satisfied, kept to his agreement; and to-day, the green countrymen is the senior partner in the firm, and worth a million dollars. Some Signs of the Times. The present age is fraught with ideas, both political and social, that are some what startling to the careful observer, and much more so to a person not of this progressive generation. For instance, witness the following :— “ Men are not as polite now as they were in my day,” remarked an old gentleman, as he glanced at several ladies who were standing in a street car, while a number of men occupied seats. “Why, sir ?” we took the liberty to ask. “ Because,” he replied, “they "would father.' without I the very thing I had been running my head against for .never have been so ungallant as to allow miles to stand in tins 'manner, while the last year. , Fearful of delay, I caused my father to wait upon Mr. Hall at once. The preliminaries were arranged without trou ble, and I entered that gentleman’s shop, as an apprentice to boiler making before the week was out. My father was only a cabinet maker, remember, yet my mother’s pride was so deeply wounded at the bare thought of her son corning home with a black face and soiled clothes, that she wept bitterly. But spite ot all discouragement, I did not go whimpering back to them in a year, much less a week, so a suspicion arose in my mind that my father’s name could not possibly be Joe Bartlett, al though everyone called him so. All was not sunshine with me, although I stuck to my trade as I had never done to my books, but the trials I then met and overcame served to make of me that which it was the height of my ambition to be—a true man. A peep into the foundry was still fairy land to me, but the machine shop was a little noisy at times, and the talk of a few rough fellows rather grating ; but 1 tried hard to keep my integrity free from the crime about me, which is a harder thing to do, covered with dirt from morning till night, than your nice, clean gentle folks may think. Mr. Hall began to notice me—it is use less to say I did not see it, for I did—and one day he proposed that I should take offmy dirty clothes and go into the office as a permanency. Now this was a great temptation, for whenever Katie came to the works she of course came only to her father’s office, and if I was there she might see that her old schoolmate was a—in short a very amiable young man. - I hesitated and Mr. Hall said : “ It will be a little more seemly occupa tion for you, as I understand that you will one day fall heir to a large English property.” “I came here to learn a trade, sir,” I said respectfully, “and not to be a clerk. As regards my fortune, this is all I look to,” holding out my grimy hands. To my astonishment, Mr. Hall clapped me on the back so heartily that he nearly knocked the breath out of me, as he re plied: “That’s the talk, young fellow! I started in life with the same resolution myself, and I’ll not forget you.” I knew he would keep his word, for a master cannot forget his best man, and this I strove, to be. Whatever I under took I exerted all my powers upon, and if my fellow workmen were at times a little jealous, they could not help, at least, respecting my open conduct. I was barely out of my time when I was made foreman over the whole works, and bad occasion to be frequently at Mr. Hall’s house- It was then that I began to ex perience the reward of my indefatigable labor, for there I constantly met my little Katie, with the sweet and modest eyes. We understood one another before long, though I am sure I don’t know how; we seldom spokt^more than the most common- place words; out then Katie had wonder ful eyes! It was just in the midst of this pleasant time that my father received a mourning letter from England announcing the sud den death of my uncle, and' stating that he had left me twenty pounds, the re mainder of his property falling to his widow and infant heir, he having secretly married his housekeeper some eighteen months previously. My father swore— my mother wept, and I, trying to look deeply concerned, gloried in my trade. A lawyer’s letter was despatched to they unblushingly remained seated— never!” It is a positive fact that men do not treat women with the same politeness and re spect that they did in days gone by. They do not pay that tender reverence to womanhood which it was their wont to pay. Are not women partly to blame for this falling off in men’s attentions ? I think so. And why ? is the question that will be asked. Because nowadays, men come in contact with a great number of women who are lacking in those sweet, essential qualities which men—no matter how gross and perverted their minds may be—so much admire, viz : modesty, sim plicity and amiability. Many young ladies do not think anything of greeting one in a sort of “How are you, Jack, old boy,” style. Their ideas as regards good and respectful behavior are, indeed very vague. The vocabulary of their remarks very frequently includes such slang phrases as, “You know how it is your self,” and. “ How is that for high ?” Decidedly cultivated and pretty observa tions for young ladies to make, though they might allow- their school-boy brothers to have the free and sole use of them, without lessening the charm of their conversation. The manner in which some young ladies use adjectives is astounding. For instance, everything is “Perfectly grand!” “ Perfectly gorgeous !” And, when they refer to a young man who is any way at tractive, the manner in which they speak of him is in this wise : G He’s perfectly splendid !” “ He’s a dear little fellow !” “ He’s perfectly sweet!” “ He’s just as nice as he can be !” etc., etc. And make such remarks unblushingly, in the pre sence of gentlemen, too. I think if girls did not so often forget their womanhood, men would more often remember it. Take Care of the Liver. A liver secretes each day about two pounds of bile, which contains a great amount of waste material taken, from the blood. When the liver becomes torpid or congested, it fails to eliminate this vast amount of noxious substance, which therefore remains to poison the blood and be conveyed to every part of the system. "What must be the condition of the blood when it is receiving and re taining each day two pounds of poison ? Nature tries to work off this poison through other channels and organs, the kidneys, lungs, skin, etc.; but these or gans become overtaxed in performing this labor, in addition to their natural fanctiouc, end e^n net long withstand the pressure, but become variously dis eased. The-brain, which is the great centre of vitality, is unduly stimulated by the un healthy blood "which passes to it from , the heart, and it fails to perform its office ’healthfully. Hence the symptoms of bile poisoning, which are dullness, head ache, incapacity to keep the mind on any subject, impairment of memory, dizzy, sleepy or nervous feelings, gloomy fore bodings, and irritability of temper. The perspiration becomes so irritating and poisonous that in connection with the vitiated blood, it produces discolored brown spots, pimples, blotches, and other eruptions, sores, boils, carbuncles, and scrofulous humors- The stomach, bowels, and other organs, can not escape becoming affected sooner or later, and costivencss, piles, dropsy, dyspepsia, diarrhoea, and many other forms of chronic disease, are among the necessary results. Facts and Fancies. There are 51,000 Chinese in Cuba. An Illinois child bled to death from biting his tongue. A pleasant grove in Minnesota contains 8,000 square miles. Svashjoggers is the name of a clique of Kansas politicians. The man who never made a mistake never ma$e a discovery. The House passed the Senate bill re garding Louisiana election matters. Colored linen collars are coming in fashion this season, with cuff's to match. A Kentucky paper says that the hogs are eating the 17 year locusts with great relish. Virginia has voted a constitutional amendment striking out the usury clause. \ Locusts are in Tennessee in immense numbers, and the woods are alive with them. Dr. Bartol says the real thief of the world is he who consumes more than he produces. The convicts at the Michigan State Prison are building a new wall around themselves. An insane asylum at Troy has a small theatre attached where amateurs give performances. Some of the largest steamships burn eight hundred tons of coal crossing the Atlantic Ocean. The duty on tobacco was placed at 24 dents per pound. A Western judicial district was established in North Caro lina. An old lady is Winooski, Vermont, has just reached her ninety-ninth year, and has 'had twenty-three children by the same husband. A little busy “bumble bee” drove a man out of church at Indianapolis, the other day, by trying to gather honey from his bald head. The Indianapolis Journal says'that the potatoe bugs will poll a heavy vote in Indiana this fall, and sweep the state by irresistible majorities. A Memphis dentist and the gentle partner of his joys and sorrows have been held to trial in $6,000 for flogging a little girl nearly to death. The harvest of the gambling, swindling and peddling followers of circuses this • season is said to be remarkably plenteous, and the laborers far from few. A servant at a party, to whom his mas- tea was calling impatiently to fetch this, fetch that, answered—“ Sir, everything ye have in the wurrald is on the table.” A young man in Augusta, Wis., re cently killed a companion while intoxi- the father of the murdered cated, and youth has $10,000. There is is loud in sued the saloon keeper for a minister in Minnesota who the announcement that the world will not outlast the present sum mer. And yet he has planted 100 acres of wheat. A French philosopher laid down three rules for the attainment of happiness. The first was occupation; the second occupation ; and the third and last was still occupation. No tickets for the Boston Jubilee arc to be sent to editors. But every well- accredited press representative will have a ticket given him on presenting himself to the press headquarters. Thompson is not going to do anything more in conundrums. He recently asked his wife the difference between his head and a hogshead, and she said there was none. He says that is not the right an swer. How important, then, that the closest The Indianapolis Sentinel says : “ Near Kingston, Decatur county, John Gris wold, was suddenly ushered into the spirit land while experimenting with his attention should be paid to the condition mnzzle of a gun to find of the important organ named. The Great Seal of the United States.—Apropos of the discussion of the proposed “religious amendment to the Constitution of the United States,” there is an interesting confirmation of the foresight and religious feeling of the founders of the Government in the in scription and devices upon the reverse of the great seal of the United States. Within an equilateral triangle the well- known symbol of Deity is the All-Seeing Eye. Over it are the words “Annuit Cceptis,” i. e., “ He assents to our under takings.” Underneath is the legend, “Novas- ordo Sceculorumf i. e., “The new order of the ages.” Between these inscriptions is the date MDCCLXXVI. The reader may find an engraving and a full account of this seal in Lossing’s Pictorial Field-Bool of the Revolution. Read in the light of the century which has nearly passed since its adoption in that ever memorable year, how prophetic are its legends, and how ceaseless has been the watchful care of that unsleeping eye, which has approved our great un dertaking, in the beginning of this new order of things. If the fathers of our Republic did not insert.the name of God in the Constitution, they surely did not forget Him in the great seal which legal izes all its public acts. The Eight-Hour Truce.—The surren der of employers to the eight hour strike, says the New York Journal of Commerce, is but a hollow and short-lived truce. They have all given in under protest, written or oral, and with no expectation that the arrangement will last long. Those who have yielded most submissive ly have frankly told their hands that the new terms are only, an experiment, and that it would be sure to fail ’; and that next fall or winter, or whenever slack work and hard times come, the concession would have to be reconsidered. The strikers themselves begin to realize this, and are already anxious for the future. The success of the strike, so far as it has been a success, has depended wholly on the presents advantage the men enjoy. Building work, and work of many other kinds, is in good demand at this particu lar season ; and the employers, being taken by surprise, and not being able to stand a loss from a suspension of their business, have been forced to surrender. It is a fair question whether they will not all lose money by the abridgement of the labor period and the increase in wages; but had they suspended, they would undoubtedly have lost more. The moment a tight pinch comes there will be a perfect certainty of large loss by keeping the shops open,- and of less loss by closing them, and the latter will be done unless the workmen will stand a lengthening of hours or a decrease of wages. Then it will be the employers’ turn to make those peremptory demands which at present emanate only from the hands at the instigation of the union. Wyoming Politics.—Households were frequently divided in political sentiment, says a writer speaking of Wyoming Ter ritory, upon the women vote, and voted in accordance with conviction or prej udice, regardless of marital ties. In at least one instance the wife was a candi date for office on one political ticket, while her husband's name enjoyed a sim- ilar prominence Upon the other. A lively contest ensued ; each voted for himself, or herself and neither voted for the oth er ; and yet the tranquillity of their do mestic life suffered no disturbance. whether or not it was loaded.” In 1850 Mrs. Franklin Bennet lowbred a pail of butter into her well at Union city, Michigan, and the string breaking, it remained there until the well was cleaned out, last week, when it came out fresh and sweet, 22 years old. Lake Choggoggaggoggmannchoggag- gogg, Michigan, is a good place to go for the summer. The place is particu larly recommended for people afflicted with stammering; by the time they can tell where they are, they’re wholly cured. Take Care of Your Health.—Few people realize what health is worth un til they lose it. It is easier to prevent disease than to cure it. The character of our farming is undergoing great changes. We are using more machinery keeping better stock' raising choicer va rieties of fruits, grains, potatoes, roots, and grasses ; are buying more or making better manure. Now, all this requires brains. We are aware that there is a great deal of nonsense written on this subject. But it is undoubtedly a fact that a man cannot long use his brain as an intelligent, enterprising American farmer is now compelled to do, and work and worry at the same time, without abundance of nutritous food. If he un dertakes to do it on fat pork, potatoes, bread and cake, his health will certainly give way. The American farmer of to day needs and must have more fresh meat. Better patronize the butcher than the doctor; better ^11 fewer eggs and 1 buy less jnedioine, The New York Strike.—The fourth week of the movement for the establish ment of the eight hour system has com menced. • The unions that have occupied the field during the last fortnight seem to have made scarcely any progress to wards gaining the end sought. They remain in statue quo, their courage un damped, but their directors suffer in any . comparison with those of the earlier organizations, whose rapid and decisive combinations led to such immediate and brilliant results. The men who directed the movements of the carpenters and bricklayers must have been students of Jomini and imbued with Napoleon’s theory of interior and exterior strategic lines. They concentrated every, avail able force upon the weakest positions of their opponents, and they succeeded. On the other hand, the policy of the Germans who, control the working of the Eight-Hour League and all its vari ous branches, seems to be defensive. While no tangible success has been achieved here, they are now contemplat ing a revolt of men in their trades at Rochester, and are more or less mixed up with the strikes at Boston, Pittsburg, Providence and elsewhere. Nowhere now can be found a prophet bold enough to predict the end or when it will arrive. — Yew York Paper. Suicides.—Attempts at suicide may be expensive ; and nothing can be more ridiculous than for a man to pay the bill out of his own pocket for cutting his own throat. This happened to an un fortunate fellow lately at Iowa city. He, to make matters sure, not only severed his windpipe, but slashed the arteries of Iris wrists. Then three doctors took him in hand an'd stitched him up, and in sisted upon his living ; and so live he did to receive from the high-cost doctors a bill of $300. He said that he would’nt pay it; but the sawbones brought an ac tion against him, and the judge and jury said that pay he must. The poor man will probably refrain from such luxuries in future.
The Union Republican (Winston, N.C.)
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June 26, 1872, edition 1
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