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DEVOTED TO POLITIS, MORALITY, EDU&ATION AND TO THE SU6ERAL NEST 0F TEE 'OUETRY.
By D. F. BRADLEY & 00. PICKENS, S. C., THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1881. VOL. X. NO. 38.
SBe was seated close beside me,
On a May day, years ago;
Heart of mine, you must not chide me,
I was but a boy, you know
'Tin no secret, I'll revealit,
Heart of mine, 'twas long -
This lock of hair, if I did e l
I was but a boy, you know.
Was she pretty ? Did I love her?
Heart of mine, 'twas years ago;
And that pang of bliss is over,
I was but a boy, you know.
" Was she rich 7"-now that is funny,
Heart of mine, 'twas long ago;
What cared I for lands or money?
I was bin a boy, you know.
"And you parted-how you missed her "
Heart of mine, 'twas years ago;
"And you pressed her hand and kissed her,"
I was but a boy, you know.
Do Ilovo her yet?-O olden,
Precious past, thou heart of mine;
See, this lock of hair is golden,
And the head that wore it--thine.
THE LOVE LETTER.
"Well, whoever heard the like," cried
Fanny Harper, as she entered the parlor
and throw herself on the sofa. " Guess,
mamma, if you can, what has just hap
" I'm sure I don't know. Perhapa
Sam and Tom have boon quarreling.
Dear me, what torments those children
" No; they are both at school. Guess
" Well, then, I dare say that odious
Mrs. Sharp has been hinting that I wear
false hair. False hair, indeed! then,
" No such thing," interrupted Fanny;
"ten times worso!"
" Ten times worse!" cried Mrs. Harper,
turning pale. "Oh Fanny, tell me."
" Well," said Fanny, sobbing, "Julia
Somers is engaged."
" Engaged? Well I wonder what peo
ple will come to next!"
" Yes, really engaged. If there was
a girl in whom I thought I could place
perfect confidence, it was Julia Somers.
Only a month ago she joined our anti
matrimonial society. Oh, mamma, how
can girls be so foolish! Poor Julia!"
" Why, what can you mean, Fanny?"
asked a laly who happened to be present.
"Is it possible that Julia is about to
marry a man unworthy of her? Who is
the dreadful creature to whom she is
" His name is George somthing
Thornton, I believe."
"Is ho intemperate?"
" Mercy, no! How could you think of
such a thing? His morals are good
"Perhaps he is an ignoramus, then,
"No, no, no; lie is a very fine young
man, as rich as Crosus, Yery sensible,
and so handsome! Half the girls in town
are doing for him."
"Indeed! Tho why is Julia so much
to be pitied?"
"Why, because she is to bo married,"
said Fanny, impatiently (sl% had turned
an old maid's corner).
"I confess I cannot see the great hard
ship, after all," suggested Mrs. Harper.
"But there's the dinner bell."
Fanny declared, however, that she hadr
no appetite for dinner, so to her own
room she went to write a long letter to
Julia, in which she pointed out the
trials of married life, and warned her
against the fatal step). What did Mrs.
Somers do with this letter? She read it
to Georg'e, and George twisted it into
twenty lamp-lighters, and the twenty
lamp-lighters wvere in requisition on a
certain evening of the next steek, when
Julia ceased to be Julia Somers.
Months passed away and Fanny, at
Julia's earnest desire, came to spend a
few days with the youthful bride. The
bright color and the playful smile still
dwelt upon her check and lip as of yore,
and Fanny might have forgotten that
this was not the Julia Suaers of her
early love had not the apparition of a
man's hat and coat in the hall recalled
her to her senses.
"Well," thought Fanny, "I'm deter
mined to have as little to do with her
husband as possible. Not a word will
I speak except when he asks a question,
for I am determined to hate him with
all my heart."
To hate George Thornton-the man
who adored her Julia, who was so hand
some, so sensible, so brimful of love and
kindness for every living thing! Rash
resolve! In the space of one hour Fanny
d had opened out her heart to theoinfluence
of his thousand-and-one good qualities,
and he understood her. The week
passed pleasantly, and Fanny went home
and wrote verses.
It was very odd, she thought, and my
reader, you must think as she did that
certain persons of the masculine gender
were constantly interfering with her
private reflections. -[f she walked she
feare meeting some among the num
ber; if she remained at home she was
sure they would be there to torment her;
if she read, the hero of the novelist or
historian would take the shape of the
Mr. Thompsons, the Mr. Smiths and
the Mr. Jones of her acquaintance; if
she visited, what if Mr. So-and-so
should be there? Poor Fanny! *
The years of the life of Fanny Harper
were many. Her younger brothers and
sisters wondered that she had never had
an offer, and Fanny herself wondered,
and rejoiced-at least she said so. One
morning Mrs. Harper and her five
daughters were seated together in the
parlor, when a violent ring was heard at
the door. It was not time for papa's re
turn, but that was not papa's ring, they
were all sure. Great, therefore, was their
surprise when Mr. Harper, puffing and
panting, rolled1 into the room, b~earing
b gh above his head a letter with a great
"A letter from a gentleman, as I know
by the flourish he has made on that great
M," cried Kate, standing on tip-toe and
trying to read the address written on the
"A love letter, did you say?" cried
"Oh, its for me then," said Fanny,
"For me, you mean," cried Lucy,
who, bore the only pretty face of the
"Isn't it for me?" asked Ann, as she re
membered that 1k. Gustavus Thorp had
walked home with her the last time she
was-caught in a shower.
The matter was speedily settled, how.
ever, by Kate, who had contrived to gain
possession of the letter, and was reading
"Miss Francis Harper" in no gentle
"Give it to me directly, and don't tease
me so, Kate," cried Fanny.
"Wait a minute till I've found out who
it's from," said Kate, peeping under the
seal. "Let me see-Thom-Thomas!
There, do take it."
My dear reader did you ever write, re
ceivo or read a love letter?
"Not I, thank fortune," growls the
cross old bachelor.
"Nor I," sighs poor Aunt Nabby.
"That's a secret," whispers pretty El
Well, then to you who know nothing of
such matters, an explanation or even a
sight of Fanny's letter would be unin
telligible; and as for you who have al
ready dozens of your own, you can, of
course, feel little curiosity respecting
this one. Besides, what right have I to
read you Fanny's secret?
Fanny came down to dinner with an
air of dignity quite unusual to her.
"Do tell us who the letter was from?"
"Shall you say yes?" called Sam, from
the end of the table.
"Of course she will, and wo will be
uncles and aunts," roared Tom.
'Th omwiias, leave the table, directly,"
cried Mrs. Harper.
"Yes, mamma," said Tom, encouraged
b)y the blushes and titters of the four
sisters; "but.is it for saying that Fanny
would say yes, or that we should be
uncles and aunts?"
"Go away, you naughty boy!" and
Tom was gone.
When dinner was over, Fanny took
her mother aside and begged her to read
"Well," said Mrs. Harper, after a si
[once of thirty-five minutes, "a very pretty
letter, I must say-but who is this
"Why. mamma." replied Fanny, "I
ion't exactly remember ever seeing him,
"Ah, well, that's of no consequence.
You shall answer this letter directly
just the situation for you. Let me see
lives in the country during the summer
months. La, we can take the children
aind spend at least four out of the year
with you every season."
"Dear mamma, you forget that I am
at the head of the Anti-Matrimonial So
''But that's of no consequence. Only
think of y'our friend Juilia--such
a nice house--such elegant furniture
such a sweet baby as she bas!"
"eJulia seems very happy; and,
oyuknowv, mamma, shio has really
urged me of late to be more charitablo
in my opilnions of gentlemen. After all,
I have p)ossibly becen to severe."
Fanny retired to her own room to
meditate upon Mr. Somerby. A tap at
her door aroused her from the reverie
into which she had fallen, and Kate,
with an air of great importance, made
"And so, Fanny, you are really going
to take this Mr. What's-his-name? You
needn't blush, for mamma has told us all
about it, and we have planned out about
theo dresses and everything; and after
you are married you know I shall have
your room, for papa says I may. And
there's another thing which I must tell
you. Oh, Fanny, I hope I shall have a
love letter some of these days."
-Fanny hardly knew whether to laugh
or cry, but in spifle of the grave face
which she found it expedient to put on,
several little smiles t'vinkled in her eyes,
smiles that said: "Kate, you are a dar
ling, but I musn't let you know I think
"Well," continued Kate, "have you
written the answer? Lot me see it, do.
Come now, I shan't tell the ,girls what
pretty things you say to him."
"Katy," said Fanny, solemnly "you
must not talk any more about the mat'ter.
I confess that it is very hard to disap
point you all and to distress him, but it
must be done."
Now, if there was anything that Kate
particularly disliked it was to see tears
shed by anybody for any reason; there
fore, as she began to suspect that Fanny
meditated some such act, she lost no
time in retreating.
When Fanny came to tea she was as
sailed by a host of questions, congratu
lations, and kisses from papa, mamma,
her four sisters and three brothers.
"How d'ye do, Mrs. Somnerby?" asked
"Now for the wedding cake," shouted
"You'll let me be bridesmaid, won't
you?" urged Ann.
"And if Mr. S. gives you a gold watch
won't you give me your old one?" asked
After tea no one seemed inclined to
set about any regular employment. Papa
held his newspaper before his eyes as
usual, but it was at last discovered by
Kate that it had been upside down for
an hopr. Mamia's knitting work lay
quietly in her lap, while her thoughts
wandlered off to a certain fine house in
the country, where several childreri ran
about, bearing a decided resemblance to
her daughter Fanny. Matilda, Ann
and Lucy withdrawn into a snug corner,
debated the questions whether he were
handsome or otherwise; if he had dark
hair or light, if he had not several broth
Dreams, such as had never visited
them before, came this night to the
members of the Harper faml y. A tall,
melancholy man, with black whiskers
and black coat, disturbed the slumbers
of the gentle Fanny; mamma talked in
her sleep of "fine establishment-just
the thing for Fan; don't you think so,
pa?" And Mr. H. answered without
waking: "Yes, my dear, he'll put his
name on my notes, I dare say." Pretty
little young men, brothers of Mr. Som
erby, flitted around the apartments of
Lucy and of Ann, while visions of plum
cake danced temptingly before the eye
of Tom and Sam.
Poor Fanny was in sad perplexity.
Her mamma had expressed it as her
opinion that the match was a desirable
one, she had even hinted that her
daughter might never have "another
chance," and that for her part she could
depart in peace should she see hor fam
ily comfortably settled for life.
And Fanny's filial affection conquered
all her scrupples, and she resolved to
see, to accept Mr. Somerby.
"Yes," said she to herself, as she again
dwelt upon the tenderness of the preo
ious letters, "the sacrifice must be made.
I must gratify my dear mother, even
though it be at the expense of my own
happiness. I will be Mrs. Somerby."
Fanny looked out upon the quiet sky,
the moon and stars, and thought, "How
fine a tale could be made from this-a
daughter sacrificing herself for the sake
of her mother!"
It was time to write her answer to the
letter; but how should she begin? Must
it be with "Mr. Somerby, sir?" Oh, no,
that was too formal. With "My dear
sir?" That was too affectionate. And
when the matter had been settled and
the letter fairly written, the equally im
portant question remained how she
should subscribe herself. Was she to be
"Yours, respectfully," or "truly," or
"sincerely," or "affectionately?" A diffi
But all things have an end, and the
letter was sent. Then it was that
Fanny's heart begau to quake. What if
Mr. S. should not fancy her handwriting?
Perhaps her note was too cold, maybe
too hot; lie might not expect an answer
so soon and would be shocked at her
haste. But all these heart-quakings
were in vain-the letter was gone.
To pass away the time, which now
hung heavily upon her hands, Fanny
called to tell Julia the whole story. The
kind friend was in raptures. "Just the
man for you, my dear," she cried. "So
he says lie has met you in your walks
and at church. Well, I can imagine
how lie looks; he's the very image of my
himsband, I've no doubt."
Fanny next called upon the second di
rectress of the Anti-Matrimonial Society,
a young lady of an uncertain agn, and
informed her that for private Leasons
she must resign her own office, begging
her friend to make this resolution known
to the society at their next meeting.
Meanwhile the four sisters ran to tell
the news. Each one had her own par
ticular friend who must not be forgotten,
and in the course of two days, it was
known to all Fanny's acquaintances that
the fair damsel had been wooed and
won. The third day passed, and there
had come no 'letter frcom the. impatient
lover. Fanny resolved not to sleep a
wink that night. "What will become of
me," thought she; "I nlAunt be in love!"
In the midst of her despair she fell
The next morning a little note, sealed
with "Forgive and forget!" was brought
from the office. Fanny ran to her own
room to read it at her ease, pressing it to
her lips all the way up stairs. Behold
the note oj>ened:
"DEAR FANNY"--('Why, how bold!'
thought sho)-"We have been amusing
ourselves at your expense by writing you
a letter signed 'Thomas Somerby.' We
are afraid that we have carried the mat
ter too far, and must now beg you tc
think of this imaginary person no longer.
Now don't be angry, Fanny dear, for we
are both quite sorry, and are ready te
hunt up for you ab real Mr. S., who will
write better letters than the pretended
"JUnIA AND GEoORE."
Fanny sat like one petrified. At lasi
she slowly rose, looked in the glass to
know if she were pale, tried to faini
away, and called her mamma. Mrs.
Harper's indignation knew no bounds.
"And so we shall have no wedding,
after all," said Ann.
"And we shan't have our new dresses,'
"And there'll be no wedding cake,'
"It was that horrid George Thomp
son," suggested Fanny.
"What an impertinent fellow," cried
And everybody, vexed and disap.
pointed, turned away to fret, to wander
and to scold. Ann and Lucyvran to burr
up the verses which they "had written
about wedded bliss; Kate descended tc
the kitchen to tell the stor there, and
Sam. and Tom, having vonte their dis
appointment in bestowing upon Mr.
George Thompson the name of "weak~
sister," departed for school.
"I thought it was a hoax all the time,"
said Fanny, the next time she met Julla.
,"Oh, did you? Well, I am glad of it.
Wewere afraid that you did not suspect
"La, as if I should ever marry!" re
Twelve hundred cars of lumber and
shingles were shipped from Beaumont,
Texas, during April.
Fishermen recently from the gulf
stream report having seen schools of
Spanish mackerel which were unprece
dented in number.
Maine capitalists have formed a com
pany, with stock fixed at $200,000,
bought property opposite the City Hall
at Hot Springs, Ark., and will erect a
Haynesville (Ala.) Examiner: We
notice the millions of locusts all over
this section of the county. They eat
the leaves of trees, grass, etc., but have
not bothered the crops as yet.
Tile late Dr. Henry Hull, who was
born in Wilkes county, Ga., in 1798,
and died May 10, 1881, was professor of
mathematics and astronomy in the State
University at Athens, Ga., 1829-1846.
He was associated v ith General Andrew
Jackson in concluding the treaty with
the Cherokee Indians.
Certain colored military companies
have applied for admission into the
State militia of Louisiana. These or
ganization will be mustered in when
properly perfected and uniformed, if
they pass inspection. The New Orleans
States says that one of these companies,
the Attacks Guarde, called after the first
colored man killed on the battle field
during the civil war, has existed, in an
independent condition, for some time,
and bears a fair character for instruc
tion and dicipline.
Dr. W. C. Capeheart, who owns two
fi sheries on Albemarle sound, in North
Carolina, told a Herald reporter that he
thought the spawning ground of the
striped bass or rock fish has been found.
If it can be defiinitely located he thinks
that the results will be beyond conpu.
tation, and the rock will rapidly become
the most important fish in Southern
Anderson (S. C.) Intellizencer: There
is some talk-in fact, a strong probabil
ity-that an effort will be made in An
derson this summer to elect a (Iry ticket,
and in view of this movement we are
informed that the wholesale liquor deal
ers residing outside of the State have,
by their salesmen, promised to contri
bute from two to six barrels of whisky
towards controlling tne vote in favor of
a continuance of license. * * * W
will not submit to outside interference
in our municipal elections, and those
engaged in the liquor business, either
with in or without the town, had better
not undertake to control those elections
by contributions of free whisky by
parties outside of the State.
Hlawkinsville (Ga.) Dispat ch : In
Dcdge county last week the editor of
th is paper talked with the tax receiver
of that county. He gave us figures
showing that the taxable property of
that county had increased in 1889 over
1879 to the amount of over $118,000, or
ab~out twenty pecr cent. On Saturday
last the late tax receiver of Pulaski
county informed us that the taxable
property of this county had increased
during tihe last four years nearly a half
million dollars, or from $1,125,000 to
$1,160,00'). In Telfair county the in
crease in one year was about $150.000,
and in Coifl'e county the increase was
Minden, La., correspond ence New Or
leans Democrat: Webster parish is
notedl for an abundance of fish and
game. Hundreds, we might say thous
ands of persons, make it convenient to
spend a few (days during the spring or
summer on the banks of the Dorchete
catching fish. The bayou isl at these
seasons literally filled with cat, buffalo,
trout, black and stripedl bass, white .or
speckled perch, redl perch and goggle
eye, pike, gar, tumrtle, etc. D~eer, wild
turkey, etc. are so numerous in the flats
west of the D)orchete, as to seriously
annoy farmner4. In the winter season
an immense number of wild fowl are
found in Lake Briteneau-the various
kinds of duck, brant, geese and occa
sionally a swan. The parish is indeedi a
hunter's parad ise.
Duty and Inclination.
You never see the struggle between
duty and inclination more strongly
marked than in the respectful attitude
of a dog sitting on the sidewalk, head
bent; back ,and one foot aimed at the
back of his ear, undecided whether to
spring up and answer the imperative
whis tie of his master, or sit still and
shoot the flea he hal just got the exact
range and elevation on.
Effect of Dynamite In a Boston Man's
Mr. Meatmarket deserved sympathy.
The assassination of the Ozar caused
much discussion of the power of dyna
mite, and in a beer saloon one day Mr.
M. expressed the belief that if a dog were
to swalow a teaspoonful of the stuff and
then be thrown from a fourth-story win
dow he would blow up with a concussion
that would loosen all the plastering
within a quarter of a mile. The proposi
tion seemed absurb to Mr. Gallagher.
He resolved to test the sincerity of
Meatmarket's belief. Going behind the
bar he mixed a drink and after the lat
ter had swallowed tie drink Gallaher
informed him that there was something
like five spoonfuls of dynamite in it. The
horror that took possession of Meat
market was indescribable. He evidently
was sincere. He drew a pistol to shoot
Gallagher, but didn't dare to fire for fear
the concussion would cause him to ex
plode. And the crowd wanted him to be
careful. And he begged them to move
lightly, and took off his boots so as not
to jar, and the streets were crowded and
every body seemed to jostle him. He
had a horrible time getting home, and
arrived there in a cold sweat and nearly
exhausted. Just as he entered the house
his wife rushed to embrace him. He
warned her off. Then his son upset the
rtove and gave him a terrible scare. He
retired to his chamber and lay on a feather
bed, and gave orders that nobody should
walk, except on tiptoe, and without shoes,
in the house. He didn't dare to take an
emetic to remove the stuff, for fear it
would be exploded in coming up. And
the) agonies of terror he suffered were
awful. There was danger of his going
mad. But the worst was to come. Some
how his house got afire. It had got
great headway when discovered, and his
only escape was to jump from a second
story window. Whether to die by burn
ing or explosion was a terrible question
to decide. His distress of mind was
dreadful; but the hot flames drove him
to the leap. He expected on alighting
to blow himself and all the bystanders
into eternity, and he yelled to them to
stand away; but they didn't, and he had
to leap among them. To his amazement
lie didn't fly into a thousand fragments.
He only skinned his hands and knees.
He rose up the happiest man in Boston.
But when he began to tell of his marvel
ous escape they informed him he was the
victim of a joke. He hadn't swallowed
any dynamite. Then his wrath was
greater than his terror, and it took four
men to hold him till he calmed down n
little. And he is only waiting to meel
Gallagher to cut that gent's throat.
A Poet's Sttudy.
A correspondent of the Louisvill
Couricr-Journal, who has been visiting
Mr. Longfellow's home, writes: "If th(
influence of surroundings can be felt it
conversation it surely might in thai
delightful apartment; the room wher
most of Mr. Longfellow's poems have
been written, and where many of hii
souvenirs are gathered from abroad and
distant parts of this country. It ii
large and squre and has several win
dows in it. There are carved book-casei
(one of which is filled with his owr
works), portraits of his literary friendi
in their youth, and two of himself-one
taken at the age of twenty, the other re
cently--some venerable cabinets, plent;
of easy-chairs, etc. In one corner, bo
tween two windows, each having a wid<
and varied prospect, is his writing-desk
heaped with papers. I paused there i
moment and looked out on the hills ani
the trees, as if to catch some moment<
of the inspiration that has come to thi
poet in that particular place. In the
center of the room is a large square table
laden with many objects. The inkstant
u'ed by Wordsworth (I think),'om
rare books, notably a copy of the firsi
edition of Bryant's poems, some Vene
tian vases, filled with newly cut flowers,
etc., ete. As Mr. Longfellow talked
with me of Hawthorn and Emerson, h(
.pointedl to their portraits-and of many
other authors and authoresses, English,
German, Italian, and American-it was
delightful to find that he expressed
himself so kindly of all. Of course, J
was eager to hear him talk, and sug
gested topics, if he paused with infinite
courtesy for me to express an opinion.
In speaking of Dante, he went to i
carved oak box and unlocked it, fromr
which he brought forth a little glass case,
in which are some bits of the greal
Italian's coffin. After a while ho showed
me the 'lower part of his house, the
drawing-room, with its objects of art,
and the stair-case, where a tall Dutcla
clock rests on the landing-not 'The
Clock on the Stair-case,' but a mor<
fanciful one that has taken the old
clock's place. It is a quaint house, noi
elegant, but more than that, it is charm
ing, homelike, and telling, as everything
in it gives one an idea of its unusual oc
cupation. One would hardly believe il
could be one hundred and fifty years old
Washington lived in it rfine months
His office was the room used by Mr
Longfellow as his study. Most of th<
rooms are as Washington left them ir
shape, although some trifling alterationi
have been made. On the east side o
the house is a broad piazza, where th<
poet loves to walk. He still writes an<
works as though he was a young man
He is vigorous, and bids fair for man
years to come to enjoy the honors whici
his talents and industry have created fo
A GERMAN paper says that Car
Schurz speaks better English than an~
American does. We would reply to thi
foolish and prejudiced person in th
languag of Goetke: "Auchderchowder
dowzen nichts m' zwei lager und de
pretzel. Das ist ein campaign 11
giedamt."-New York Comr-MaL
GEMS OF THOUGHT.
ON every night there lies repose.
IMAGINATION is the greatest despot.
THERE is no real life but cheerful life.
WANT Of good sense is the worst kind
IMPATIENCE dries the blood soonr
than age or Borrow.
LOVE without return is like a question
without an answer.
LovE, faith, patience-the three essen
tials to a happy life.
PRIDE hath two seasos-a forward
spring and a early fall.
IT is best not to dispute where thero
is no plossibility of convincing.
As a fire is discovered by its own light,
so is virtue by its own excellence.
Ideas are like beards; men do not have
them till they grow up- Voltaire.
PRE'rY women are like sovereigns; one
flatters them only through interest.
THERE are three classes of men; the rot
rograde, the stationary, the progressive.
GREAT souls by instinct to each other turn
Demand alliance, and In friendship burn.
Suspicions among thoughts are like
bats among birds; they ever fly by twi
ALWAYS there is a black spot in our
sunshine; it is the shadow of oursolves.
Tim wise man as well as tho fool makes
blinders. The wise mian, however,
never makes the same blunder twice.
APPEAUNCEs are nothing, if you are in
the right, but if you are in the wrong
you must pay especial attention to them.
No man knows what a ministering
angel his wife is until ho has gone with
her through the fiery trials of this world.
TiER's not a heart, however rude,
But liath sone little ilower,
To brighten up its solitude,
*And scent thle evening hiour.
P.EAsURE is seldom found where it is
sought. Our highest blazes of gladness
are commonly kindled by unexpected
THE best way to apologize is to do
such a kindness to the offended one that
he will forget that you ever attempted to
As man is the wiser for his learning,
it may administer matter to work in, (
objects to work upon; but wit and wijelv
are born with a man.
WELL, well the world must turn upon its nr.,
And all mankind turn with it heads or tauiI4,
And live nm die, make love anA pay our in w,
And as the veering mind shifts, sh lt our si..
TnE way to produco a smile On tl
face of nature is to plant it with seeds o-f
flowers. Tickle nature in that way und
she will laugh with blossoms.
THE foundation of every good govern
ment is the family. Tho best and most
prosperous country is that which has tho
greatest number of happy firesides.
MANY a splendid genius was the despair
of a good father when young. But all
of a sudden he awoke and went into ac
tion like a soldier into battle, and made
a name that will live forever.
Tme two most precious things on this
side of the grave are our reputation and
our life. But it is to be lamented that
Ithe most contemptible whisper may de
prive us of one, and the weakest weapon
of the other.
3LovE ! what is it, and whence comes
it? How much has been wvritten about
it, and how idly! Neither statement,
comparison, nor analysis avails. Love is
3 love, a thing like nothing else in the
world-as real as a second sight. It
alone bestows the power of seeing a
hundred new truths otherwise invisible.
-Mfichzclet. . -
A Very Funny Criticism.
The pass to which foreigners may be
led by mistaking so-called Amnericanisms
for the normal and habitual speech of
the country is well shown in the follow
ing edifying paragraph from Kar! Fanil
mann's Illustririn Cultur- Geschich Ic,
volume 1, page 134. The column hieaddc~
"Amerikanisch" is given in all earnest
ness as a specimen of the Englishaspoken
in America, while under it is placed
what the author considers the correct
English equivalent. The italics are ours:
I haf! von funny leedle poy
Vot gones schust to my knee,
Der queereat schmap, der createst rogue,
As efer you dlit see;
He ruans and schumps and schmaschesadings
In all barts off'der hause
But Tot ofl dot? he vas my son,
Mine leedle Yawcob~ Strauss.
I have one funny little boy
Whtgamnes juist to my knee,
The queerest shsape, the greatest rogue,
As ever you did seo;
He runs and jumps and smashes things
In all parts of the house,
But what of that? he was my son,
My little Jacob Strauss.
A woNDERFUnnIY gigantic scheme has
been brought to the attention of
the New York General Assembly, in
the shape of a water route from New
York to Chicago. It is proposed to util
ize the Erie Canal by lining it through
out its entire longth (352 miles) with a
thick layer of hydraulic cement, at a cost
of $10,000 a mile, or $3,500,000 for the
entire length. The western part of the
plan contemplates a canal of equal ca
>~acity with the Erie across .Southern
I ichigan, by which it is estimated 1,000
miles of lake navigation can be saved.
The capital is to be furnished by the
Western capitalists, who will ask no ro
r muneration from New York for the
provement to the Erie Canal un+' ot
whole canal debt is paid off, ? ..u are
Iwilling to trust their reimbnirsoment
then to the honor of the people, who
a must amend the State Constitution be
a fore a dollar can be paid for aniy such
- purpose. The canal will afford naviga
r tion for steam propellers of moderate
e size, which will average a speed of lif
teen miles an hour.