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Vol. XIII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 8, 1877.. No. 32.
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THEY ARE I OVE---BLESS
WHAT HE SAYS.
Stars, let me hear you shout!
Why hang, ye leaves, so still?
This night she faltered out
A rosy lipped "I will."
The blood rushed through my brain
She turned her face to me;
Then kisses came like rain
Upon a parched lea.
Light streamed from pole to pole,
The air became perfume,
And all my barren soul
Burst into green and bloom.
Oh, hour that bankrupts joy,
But perfect's nature's plan
This morn : was a boy
And now I am a man.
Stars, let me hear you shout!
Oh, leaves, hang not so still!
Wind, call your music out!
My love has said "1 will."
WHAT SHE SAYS.
My hope has then come true
He loves me, so he said;
How fast my pulses flew
My cheek, it burned, how red!
Some things I seemed to hear,
And some I seemed to see;
Was it throu~gh eye or ear
He told his heart to me?
So high he seemed to stand,
My hope'giew faint and dim;
His love came like a hand
And drew me up to him.
Within me, all is light
How, why, I cannot say;
For me, night is not night,
And day is more than day!
And thus my hope comes true
Oh, h'ope, how faint and dim!
And so what can I do
But love and live for him?
TRITE AFTER ALL.
There it lay on the desk, the
tiny little speck. Three years
had Annie Preston worn it, and
now-poor child ! it was her first
lesson in heart-ache, and she
Allan Reade was a young phy
sician, and i.t was years before
he gave Annie Preston that won
derful blue :-ing with its flashing
diamond spark. Only the watch
ing stars, and, perchance, the lis
tening angels, made record of the
vows they breathed over it, the
eternal constancy they pledged,
and the great and good work it
led them to, for they were both
Trhe little girl was a stranger
in Linville. She had come to
keep house for an invalid maiden
aunt, and old Dr. Grosbeek, being
called suddenly while he had an
important case on hand, sent
young Reade down to attend that
same aunt, and so the young peo
ple met for the first time.
Reade was a student, and pos
sessed with the romantic hopes
and plans that often fill the
hearts and brains of men whose
professions offer mysterious im
possibilities of great good to hu
In time the betrothal ring was
given and received, and the two
sunshiny young lives were dedi
cated to grim Esculapius and the
good of their human brethren.
Annie realized the great and
holy responsibility of being the
young woman of all the world
chosen to share so grand a life ;
and Allan felt that for her sake,
he must be nothing less than the
noblest and best physician the
world had ever known.
So great was their responsibili
ties, and-so general and benificent
their plans, that conversation grew
short and vague, and there was
very little personal confidence be
tween them, and so it came about
that Annie knew very little of
her lover's life or history.
She received a note from him
one day, in which he told her that
he was away for a few weeks,
woulld be inexpressibly lonely
without her, would write at the
earliest moment, and expect her
to send him an account of all she
had thought or read during his
The gentle-hearted girl was de
seeing, her pass when she was
Annie sat sick and still, listen
ing to this idle chat.
"I never thought much o' the
Reades, myself, and as for Allan,
be was a stupid kind of a boy,
anyway," said her aunt.
"Oh;" laughed the visitor, "1
am afraid you are prejudiced ; but
I hope yen wit let Annie come to
our party-I came to ask you."
Both ladies looked questioning.
ly at Annie, but she wa:s gazing
ar away towards the glowing
western sky. She was trying to
think what Allan Reade bad said
to her-if in all his bombastic talk
of future usefulness, of the com
fort and assistance she was to be
in the toilsome path he had
chosen, if he had ever said "be
What did the pretty blue enam
elled ring mean? He. had called
her his guardian angel, had told
her how strong and self-reliant it
already made him, to feel that she
would trust him entirely and al
But all tip wliile bad she de
ceived herself? When he meant
only friendship, had her stupid
self-importance led her to believe
he was talking of such a love as
should unite their two lives for
"You will come to our party,
will you not, my dear ?" the vis
itor purred in poor Annie's pre
"No, ma'am," answered the suf
fering child, ih a low, constrained
voice. "I do not like to go to
parties, and I do not think aunt
ought to ba left alone so long."
Aunt said-"Humph !" but she
was secretly pleased, and the vis
"What are you staring out there
for Annie ? Have you made out
the bills ?" asked her aunt sharp
"No, aunt;" and Annie mechan
ically took her pen and sat down
at the desk, waiting dictation.
Something called off the old
lady's attention, and she slowly
left the room. Annie sat still
thinking, thinking. She slipped
the ivory tip of her long, slender
pen-holder under the ring that
sparkled on her dimpled hand,
and turned it slowly round.
"I'll be there in a minute, An
ie," called her aunt's voice.
The girl started guiltily and
pulled at the pen-holder. It broke
with a sharp snap, and at the
same moment the ring flew off
and lay on a pile of papers before
" Broken, broken, broken !"
moaned the frightened g i r I .
'Broken, like the faith of which
[ thought it was a symbol-like
the dreams that clustered around
She knew, poor child, what dire
and dreadful superstitions hung
about a broken ring, and her head
throbbed painfully as she tried to
o on thinking.
There it lay on the desk, a tiny
glittering speck. Three years she
bad worn it, and now
A step was- at the door. A
voice was talking with her aunt.
Should she run away ? Would
be come in ?
In he came, bright and fresh
from the great outside world.
"I was so impatient to see you,
dear," he whispered softly. "I
have just come from the station."
In came her aunt.
"Miss Hazietine has just gone
"Yes, I met her at the gate.
They are to have a party to-night.
I want Annie to go-to meet Mrs.
He could come there and say
that ! She had deceived herself.
No wonder the ring was broken !
Oh, if she could only die !
"Why don't you say mother ?"
asked the aunt viciously.
"I never do," he said determ
inedly. "She was my father's
wife, and I treat her well for that
reason alone. But she is not my
Poor Annie ! The sudden re
action nearly stifled, her. And
that pledge was not broken, it is
not broken yet, and that was
While Mr. Adam Miller was
plowing his farm in Kinderhook,
he brought to the surface a large
turtle, which was alive, and had
marked on its shell: "May 30,
1781, H. A. D."
Muley Hassan, emperor of Mo
rocco, is behind hand in sending
troops to Turkey. The Muley
family in this country is more no
ted for its behind foot.
T he cable says : "Hungary sy m
pathizes with Turkey."- And a
Hungry tramp sympathizes with
the same kind of bird--but the
cable doesn't say so.
The British National Penny
Bank announces $2,000,000 of do
Walking dress skirts clear the
gnd in Paris.
[From the Atlanta Constitution.j
MILLIONS OF EGGS.
ARNMIES OF CHICKENS, DUCKS AND GEESE
-THE LUXURIANT LIVING IN
"Breatbs there a man with
soul so dead" who does not think
his own town the best and most
favored that dots the surface of
the green earth ? Atlanta has be
come famous for her blowings and
more famous because she has some
thing to blow about.
But the sweet influences of local
pride are not confined to our com
munity. They extend all around
us, and include some of our best
and most congenial neighbors,
among whom the little city of
Gainesville is notable for its vast
hopes and boundless expectations.
Gainesville has had a history in
the past five years that justifies a
whole lot of pride and makes mu
sical the tones of her local horn.
She "has come out of the kinks,"
in the expressive language of a
northeast Georgia idiom. From
a country court-house and a few
straggling dwellings she has grown
into a flourishing city, handsome
lybuilt, boasting a two mile street
railway, four hotels, two colleges
and forty prosperous business
houses, in the midst of a popula
tion of 3,500 clever people, nine
tenths of whom expect to be in a
great city in ten years.
In the summer nearly a thous
and strangers cram the hotels,
stroll lazily about the streets and
out into the beantiful country that
lies all around, luxuria',ing in the
sweet, cool air, that even a July
sun cannot make disagreeable.
It is a wonderful country, but
one of its most remarkable char
acteristics is the marvelous-fecun
dity of its fowl yards. It is the
chosen resting place of the egg,
and the favored home of the fes
A man who struts about on a
middle Georgia farm amid a hun
dred cackling hens and a score of
chivalric male attendants,- who
look with tender affection upon a
thousand or so of chirping infants
may fancy that it sees something
rf the glory of the poultry king
Just take that individual to
Gainesville, lead him slo wly by
be coop-covered depot, out into
the streets, if he can get along
without getting his foot into an
egg box, then out into the suburbs,
and thence away into the coun
try, where a hundred farms send
up an everlasting cackle and the
joyous flap of the Shanghai's wing
is a sound that knows no sleeping;
take him along that classic route
and before he has gone half through
bis wonders, he will confess to you
that never until then has he fully
realized the might and importance
It is easy to gather from a
bance conversation with any
lever mbhabitant to what extent
the roosters rule that section.
A few weeks ago I was spend
ing several days in that rich coun
try and more fully than ever be
fore I became impressed with its
wonderful fecundity. I talked to
the most enthusiastic of its sons
and heard all its virtues enumera
ted with minute precision. I lis
tened to the tales of its mineral
wealth ; its hidden fields of copper
which lie a few inches under the
feet of the thoughtless traveler ;
its untold masses of gold snugly
concealed in rocky recesses; its
long list of precious stones yet ly
ing rough among the pebbles and
hiding a lustre worthy of, glitter
ing in the most royal of all crowns.
I heard the agricultural horn blow
too. Was told how many bushels
of wheat Bill Jones raised on ten
acres, and how Squire Smith made
enough corn to furnish,.an ordina
ry country. I also heard local
history, plenty of it. Stories of
old feuds which had festered in
malignity for years and at last
burst into some awful tragedy on
the court house square; legends
of the Indians who "ruled the
roost" of all northeast Georgia,
een after they had entirely dis
appeared from other parts of the
State. They left behind them
poetic memories which sometimes
cling to a mountain, hover around
a stream or perhaps linger only
in the fading memory of some
withered 'old man whose comrades
are all gone long ago.
I heard all these things and they
interested me. I admired the
country before and I became en
thusiastic. If I had gone there
with the most contemptible opin
ion possible, I heard and saw
enough to sweep me clear away
from any former convictions or
prejudices and carry me head and
ears into a flood of enthusiasm.
But candidly I must say that of
all the things I saw, heard or
dreamed in that golden section,
nothing so impressed me or gave
me such genuine pleasure as the
hickn ad their various feath
ered cousins. I wiN remember
these when I forget mineral and
legend. Never before did I appre
ciate a chicken or know how much
solid happiness was incased in the
curved walls of an egg. The im
portance and grandeur of chicken
dom then first dawned upon me,
and I never expect to feel their
power so completely asldid among
the musical farms of Hall County.
Soon after my arrival I was taking
a morning walk to a mineral spring
on the edge of the city-a spring
by the way guaranteed to cure
anything from chicken pox to
kleptomania-when I chanced to
fall in with an affable son of that
favored region. After a cordial
exchange of morning salutations,
I, for the lack of something else,
to say, having discussed the weath
er ten minutes, said to the native:
"You seem to have plenty of
chickens and eggs here ?"
"We ain't got none." was the
"I don't exactly understand.
Seems to me I saw a thousand
dozens of eggs at the depot this
The native stopped and eyed me
from head to foot, and then as if
satisfied of my intellectual, moral
and social status, replied:
"You don't live here, then, and
I bet you never was here before."
To both charges I plead guilty.
By this time the great spring was
reached, and the native, seating
himself on a big flat rock, told
tales about the chickens and eggs
of that region wbich, if published
as originally uttered, would cause
the whole poultry-eating world to
open its eyes in hungry wonder.
I am afraid to attempt a literal
reproduction of the wonderful in
formation I had poured into my
eager ears. With a consciousness
of toning down all the statements
made by him I venture on.
Said the native-"No man
knows what this country can do.
I ain't been in Gainesville long
myself. Soon after I arrived one
night my wife wanted some eggs
for supper, and I went down town
to get 'em. I asked at the first
store and the feller looked disap
pointed and said he had sold a
good lot that day and was afraid
he couldn't supply me.
I told him I only wanted a few
for supper. He said he could let
me have enough for that. He
ad taken me for an egg specu
lator. I went into the store and
saw in the back part a pile of
boxes as high as a freight car and
as large as a.meeting house, and
there wasn't a dern thing but eggs
in any of 'em. I got six dozen
for thirty cents and started home,
but before I left I asked him how
many he had. He said only eight
thousand dozen, as trade had
been lively all day, and stock was
low ; would have plenty to-mor
row. That startled me and I
went to every store in town to
see how many eggs they had.
The next man swore he had nine
thousand dozen, but all sold. Two
more men claimed six thousand
dozen in stock with early pros
pects of reinforcement. I went
ome and figured it all up, and r
made Gainesville contain 300,000
eggs that night. How's that for
eggs ? An Atlanta man couldn't
be expected to drink in all those
eggs and a quart of the panacea
water too, so bewildered 1 re
solved to investigate the subject
more minutely. Procuring a horse
I rode next day a few miles about
the place and was convinced that
my informant was not so closely
related to Gulliver a~s I had at
first thought. The whole r-egion
is fat with eggs, alive with chick
ens, musical with ducks and ro
mantic with the long waving lines
of stately geese that sweep through
every farm yard.
Something in the air seems to
suit the poultry nature; and it
thrives to an extent perhaps un
known elsewhere on the habitable
A ride o? ten miles out the
Dahlonega road, provided you
make a short excursion on sev'
ral cross roads, will give you
some idea of what the poultry ca
pacity of the country is. Every
farm yard you pass b-as hundreds
of chickens strutting on it. The
crow of the knightly cock is an
echo from one farm to another,
and then caught up again and
sent on in the burst -of a new
strain. You may try to count
roosters but the hens are too many
and the spring chickens are as nu
merous, it seems, as the leaves in
autumn. Thbey literally swarm in
the yard, and if some industrious
dame announces by a peculiar
chuckle that she has just captured
a fat, lazy worm, you will see the
clans gather and the youngsters
will crowd and hop around her
until you behold one big mass of
hicken, all alive, scuffling and
greedy for the envied morsel.
They are fed early in the morning
and late in the afternoon, the food
usually being meal and water. It
is remarkable how little care the
farmers seem to take with their
,.hickes espeially when it is re
membered that they are the chief
source of subsistence. Very few
of them have hen houses. The
roosts are usually in the trees
around the house, and the owls of
the forest must have a royal old
It requires the employment of
all the little children, white and
black, on the place to gather the
eggs, which, for the want of bet
ter places, are deposited in fence
corners, under the house, and in
fields close by.
All the farms are pretty much
alike, though some of them have
enormous supplies of poultry and
eggs. I asked one old gentleman
how his crop was, and he said,
with absolute cheerfulness, that it
would fail this year, but he had
enough chickens to support him.
Many of them make as much from
their poultry yard as they do from
their fields, They seem to regard
chickens as a matter of course,
and you never see a farm without
plenty of them. Yet, in all the
thousands and tens of thousands,
you will not see one which a city.
chicken fancier would call fine.
They are all dung-hill. They are
hardy. The hens lay with charm
ing regularity, and the flesh of
these common fowls is as sweet
as the costly meat of cochin or
brahma. Almost any. day you
will meet dozens of wagons going
to Gainesville with their loads of
chickens and eggs. The boundless
supply comes not only from Hall,
but from Rabun, Forsyth, and the
other surrounding counties. There
are myriads of chickens carried to
No local statistician has kept
an account of the tens of thous
ands of chickens, and the myriads
of eggs which are shipped every
year from the Gainesville depot.
This unfailing supply comes large
ly from Hall, but, I am told, prin
cipally from the mountains of ad
joining counties, where the shang
hai flourishes in prouder beauty
and more imposing magnificence
than on the farms around Gaines
ville. A whole section pours its
rich treasures into the lap of the
little city, and from there part of
the blessing is bestowed on as in
Besides sending out this enor
mous quantity the whole section
almost lives on chickens. They
a e on the table three times a day,
and many a poor fellow pays his
preacher mainly with hens. Mar
ket -prices in Gainesville are al
w ays low, but you can go a few
miles into the country and buy at
your own prices. Fifty cents will1
get a carpet-bag full of eggs, and
for a dollar you can carry home;
a load of chickens.
The Methodist conference is
going to take Gainesville in De
cember, and then there will be the
conflict of chickens and their most
famous enemies on .as grand a
scale as over happened before. I
think the chickens will got the]
best of it, and I look for a trium
phant crow after three hundred
well fed parsons shall hav.e gone
I never enjoyed a night more
than the one I spent on one of the
biggest chicken farms in Forsyth
County a few weeks ago. I rode
out there to see an old- college
friend, who is now teaching school
in the neighborhood, and is its ac
knowledged oracle. Once in a
speech at a barbecue he flung in
two or three reckless Latin sen
tences and has been a hero ever]
since. He boards with an old;
couple w hose only child is a bloom-:
ing miss of nineteen, whose cheeks
would be worth a million to a city
belle. About the old farm there]
is that beautiful peace which al-1
ways speaks to me of life's seren
est joys. The white fence which
stands in front of the neat farm
house and the long walks covered
with white sand which lead to it,
calm you when you first approach,i
and when you stand on the steps
and feel the warm clasp of the
gray-haired old fellow, who would
kill his last calf for you and the
evening breeze is just strong
enough to cool your brow and
bring to you the burden of the
fragrance which falls from the
honeysuckle that hugs the corner
of the porch, you feel that there
is a joy that never comes on rock
paved streets and is too subtle to 1
be held in the richest of all the
palaces of granite and brick, and
your happiness steadily grows un- 1
til a grinning negro, clad entirely
in white, comes out with the an
nouncement that supper is ready..
You go in and enjoy a glorious,
country tea as you sit at the hon
ored place around tne snow-white
board. The sun is just setiing
and his last long rays come,
through the lattice and cut up the
papered wall into squares of jet
and gold. At either end of the
table sit the old couple, a perfecti
picture of contentment, goingi
down life's evening with as sweet
a peace as that which nestles about
the dying day outside. Just oppo
site you is their joy with her eyes
carefully dodging yours and a
dranfu timidity repressing the
sweet voice into a whisper simply
because you come from a city.
The meal must be seen and eaten
to be appreciated. No words are
good enough for the fragrant cof
fee whose fumes fill the room and
waft your soul to elysian dreams.
I despair of a tribute worthy the
biscuit, whose fleecy, airy white
ness is the result of an art un
known to the most subtle metro
politan cuisine; nor can I do jus
tice to the butter moulded by fair
fingers into shapes too pretty to
cut, and standing a golden image
of epicurean bliss; or the honey
which has brought to the table
the fragrance of the hive; or to
the milk heavy with its -burden
of cream. These and numerous
other blessings glitter before your
eyes and you feel that they are
worth a hundred French suppers
in a close room at midnight. Go,
in imagination . through all that
catalogue of happy circumstances,
and you will have some idea of
what I experienced.
At nine o'clock, after a conver
sation on neighborhood gossip and
political news, the old Bible comes
sown ; for midnight never falls
upon that happy home until it has
been sanctified by prayer. Some
sweet old psalm is read with a
low emphasis which tells how it
is enjoyed, and then is offered a
petition eloquent in its blunt sim
plicity and embodying a special
prayer for the stranger who kneels
at the family altar. My friend I
and I repaired to his room and
were soon resting upon a bed which
would have wooed the conscience
stricken MacBeth to slumber.
Everything was awake before
the sun next morning, and as I
rose in the sw.eet fresh air that
ailed the room, I looked out upon
the yard with its flocks of fowls,
3nd heard the sharp music which
the milkmaid layed on the bottom
>f her tin.pail as she plied the rich
idders. I gazed across the soft
ields which stretched to the dim
listant mountains rising against
the tinted dawn, and for the first
time I fully appreciated Grey's
est stanza with its matchless
'The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow, twittering from its straw
[he cock's shrill clarion, nor the echoing
No more shall wake them from their lowly
I came away early next morning,
Mt with regret. I longed to stay
n that peaceful scene and rest.
After a troubled, noisy existence in
a rushing city, it is a holiday to the
30121 to be at such a place ; after
he tossing of the waves and the
aattle with the breakers, it is all
oy to furl sails in such a harbor,
mnd to moor in the quiet waters
above which the skies stretch in the
najesty of peace, and the very air
breathes a blessed inspiration:~ Of
ten have I gone back in fancy to
hat night and morning.
I shall never forget the old cou
le, nor the blushing beauty they
salled "Jess," nor their lively, quiet
bome. For all these things, and
he wonderful chickens of North
sast Georgia, with their unnum
bered armies and their millions of
aggs, are fixed in my memory in
the colors of a fadeless impression.
F. H. R.
Arrn BBmmrsr.-There is no
period at which the feeling of leisure
is a more delightful one than after
breakfast on a summer mornmng in
bhe country. It is a slavish and
painful thing to know that instantly
you rise from the breakfast table
you must take to your work. In
bhat state your mind will be fretting
md worrying away all the time the
iurried meal lasts. It is delightful
bo breakfast leisurely ; then go out
mnd saunter in the garden; walk
own to the water and give the
logs a swim; sketch out a kite to
se completed in the evening; to
stick up a new colored picture in
;he nursery, and to do this and
nore with the sense that there is
1 neglect-that you can easily
vertake your day's work-irving.
"My hotel is perfectly safe," says
t Richmond landlord. "Wires run
~rom every window-sill to the roof
f the building opposite, and bal
mcing-poles can be had upon ap
lication at the office."
Fluff has lost faith in blue glass,
>ecause he says the Rusland had a
argo of it on board and it was no
reventive against stranding.
"My dear," said a lady to her
nsband, ;"what is cotton duck '?"
'Oh," said he, nonchalan tly, "a kind
>f canvass back.'
"The gods help those who help
hemselves, but the Lord help those
vho help themselves around here."
Sign in a Philadelphia fruit store.)
An exchange remarks: The wa
er is just warm enough for little
oys to drown in without danger of
"Come, get up ; you've been in
bed long enough," as the gardener
said when he was pulling up
muadihes to carry to market.
WANTED TO GET ON A J URY.
A JURY AGREE.
The Virginia City (Nev.) Chron
icle has the following piece of
Presently the stillness of the
court room was interrupted by
the entrance of a- man who came
in with a shuffling, uneasy step,
and with his hat in his hand. He
halted and leaned against the rail
ing. Nobody took the slightest
notice of him, however. At last
he took courage and spoke:
"Is the judge in ?"
The clerk immediately awoke
"Well, what do you want ?"
"I'm looking for a job, your
honor. I've been looking for work
over a month."
"There's nothing for you here."
"I thought ye occasionally gave
jurymen a job. I don't read news
papers any, and bein' a stranger
in town, I haven't got any preju
dices agin anybody. A pard of
mine wrote down to me at Reno
last week, and said that the jury
business up here was brisk, an' it
would pay to come up. As I'm a
stranger to you and a little hard
up, I'll start in and serve for a case
or two for half price, till you kin
see what I can do."
What are your main qualifica
"My strong suit is makin' a jury
agree. 1o juries ever get hung if
I'm on 'em. I-just lay low till they
take the first ballot, then jine the
majority and argue the rest into
it. I can discount any lawyer
talking. I can show 'em up points
they never tumbled to before.
Sometimes I have to use force, but
seldom. Once, down at Truckee,
in a murder case, there were a
couple of fellers standin' out agin
hangin', and after arguing with
'em as smooth as gentlemanly as
I could for over a quarter of an
hour, I went for 'em with chairs,
and by the time I'd busted half a
dozen pieces of furniture over 'em,
they was glad to come in with a
verdict of 'Murder in the first de
gree,' and the -feller was hung not
long afterward. In these justice
courts I can get on the jury, and
if you'll just give me the wink as
to how you want the case to go,
I'll guarantee to fetch in the ver
dict you want, or not take a cent."
The man was told to drop round
again in a day or so, and they
would try and make a vacancy for
him. in order to do it, however,
some regular juryman will proba
bly have to be discharged.
Three hundred years ago forks
were unknown in England, and a
man could scoop up all the green
peas he could carry on the flat of
his knife and shovel them into, his
mouth without having his wife
stamp on his corns, or nudge his
elbow and spill the peas all over
where his napkin ought to be and
never is, and say in a hoarse, re
proachful whisper, "Why, Bar
An excellent old deacon, who,
having won a fine turkey at a
charity raffle, and didn't like to
tell his severe orthodox wife how
he came by it, quietly remarked,
as he handed her the turkey, that
the "Shakers gave it to him."
Industry is the gilt of tongues,
and makes a man understood and
valued in all countries and by all
.When charity walks into the
lowest places of want, we see the
beautiful purity of her robes most
So long as the mud remains a
foot deep in Roumania, there's no
danger of any Cossacks biting the
Between Kherson and Sch werin,
there's a vast amount of profanity
going on all over Europe just at
Three hundred and ninety-five
American locomotives, represent
ing $5,490,640, have been exported
in seven years.
What kind of robbery is not
dangerous ? A safe robbery, of
A cross dog will make the top
of a hemlock board fence feel soft
as downy pillows are.
The printing of one and two
dollar notes by the United States
government has ceased.
Thbe English Quakers have be
come reduced to about 17,000 per
sons, from 60,000 a century ago.
The days on top of Mount Wash
ington are about forty minutes
longer than on the sea level.
A California boy, fed exclusive
ly upon grapes, gained forty-three
pounds in twenty-seven days.
All philosophy lies in t wo words,
'sustain' and 'abstain.'
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SOMETHING ABOUT IN
An old friend of mine, an enthu
siastic philo-apiarian, told me that
being at a friend's house one dry
summer, when all the field flowers
were nearly scorched up, he saw
thousands of bees busy in a field of
clover then in bloom.
"I wish my bees were here," said
"Probably they are," replied the
"What, at forty miles, distance?"
"Yes,' said his friend. "On your
return home dredge the backs of
your bees with flour as they issue
from the hives in the morning, and
we shall see."
This was done, and his friend
wrote to him directly: "There are
plenty of your white jacket bees
here in the clover."
But whatever is the fact with
bees, ants follow their noses much
more than their eyes. In my gar
den I saw a train of ants ascending
an apple tree; go up by one track,
and descend by another. As in as
cending they passed between two
small shoots that sprung from the
bole; I stopped their passage with
a piece of bark. The ants did not
see this obstruction with their eyes,
but ran bump against it, and stood
still, astonished. Soon a crowd of
them had thus been suddenly stop
ped, and were anxiously searching
about for a passage. By various
successive starts forward, they
eventually got around the obstruc
tion and reached the track on the
other side. The line of scent was
renewed, and thenceforward, on ar
riving at the barricade, they went,
without a moment's hesitation, by
the circular track. I then took my
penknife.and pared away a piece of
the outer bark on the open bole
where the ants were descending.
The effect was the same. The scent
being taken away, the ants came to
a dead stand, and there was the
same confounded crowd, and the
same spasmodic attempts to regain
the road, which being effected in
the same way, the scent was carried
over the shaven part of the .bark,
and the train ran on as freely as
HE WAN~TED PIE.-A great big
burly fellow, who from all outward
appearances was certainly able to
work, rang the bell of a residence
of East Baltimore the other day,
and demanded of the lady who
came to the door, something to eat.
He was furnished some bread and
butter, a piece of meat and cheese,
and a pickle, nicely wrapped in a
piece of paper. He wanted to know
if they had any pie in the house,
and was told in return that there
was certainly none for him if there
was any, whereupon this beggar
threw the luncheon in the street,
and in language, more forcible and
coarse than gentle ears should lis
ten to, turned away. He rang the
bell at the next door, but a lady had
overheard him at her neighbor's
house, and looking out the window
bade him be gone. Then the tramp
took up one end of a string of abuse
and in the vilest language spoke
his feelings. A courageous little
boy overheard him, and said he
would call the police. Then the
tramp ran away.
FanIrs&n PRovERBs-HANs KEouT
mN's YERsIoN.-Yon stich quick al
ready by der glock vill make dat
you don't shall more os nine all der
Id makes noding already ov you
schiefel aboud dot yen der milk bail
ish oud shpilled.
It ish a sdreet dot ish pooty long
yen he dond vill hay by some dimes
dose gorners grooked mit himself.
Dot ish a sick vind ov id don'd
by some oder vellars dings blow
Ov a mons viil took gare of dem
gopper nickles he vill mek dot tern
doo dollar pills not vill gone avay
by dot same.
Yen der old cat is gone ouitsides
mit herself von der house, dem
leedle rats vii all along mit demselfs
play yast de same like dot.
Ov a vellar ish got a bird mit
his handt already, he don'd vos
schmardt ov he let em got away mit
der same price os two of dem birds
by a grape-vine dree.
In a late style of marriage an
nouncement only the names of the
bride and clergyman appear. As
civilization advances, the groom be
comes of less and less importance
on such nocains.