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TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM, y
G?I) AND OTTR
VOLUME 8.
SATUEDAY MOENI>T$, JUNE 6, 18T4.
COUNTRY.
ALWAYS IN ADVANCE. }.
NUMBER 18
The Breeze.
BT MUS. M. K. SCIIK1.1..
Starting in tho forest,
Mile* nnil miles away,
Speeding gaily onward
Like a child at play ;
Toying with tho leaflets,
Crowing meadows grocn,
Dancing through the w*<?st fiolds,
Gliding o'er the stream?
Till at length it reaches
' Blocks of brick und Mono,
Kothing to bo dauutcd,
Still it prt, *Js on :
With a holyhnission.
Hasting to fulfill,
With its might and power,
I All its Master's will.
Laughing in nt windows,
Lifting ringlots fair,
Peeping in at doors
With a roguish air;
?Bringing joy and blessing
To tho wea~y heart,
'To the fainting spirit
'Giting a fresh start*
Fevered pulses cooling
With its light oavvSS;
Drooping hopes renewing
Into sarnestness:
Sorrow tear "beguiling
By it a winesomo play,
"Whisp'ring to tho dreary
Of a brighter day.
Sighing with the mourner,
"Singing with 1*ho gay,
{'busing clouds and darkness
Then away, away .
liver speeding onward.
Never stops forest,
Till the shades of OToning
Gather in tha west.
To us an ?xamplo
Of what wj should "be
?in our Christian journeys
En merit, Tvrtloss, fnns
"With a word of kindness
For the hight or low,
!Bcnring joy mmd comforl
Whoreaoa'or wo go.
?Vevcrttoho woary
While the day shill Ifctft.
WarVrag 'rn Gofl^iai^*?^
TiJ^p uisyiiir V?sti
i?ver presrfitrg 'rmtrard
With the end in view,
fr'or the rest of haeren
^IVniis for me and yon.
Agstps Fowler's I?de?L
IfY XN"NfE K. FISHER.
Agnes Fowler wns not a beauty.
Hier complexion had neither the pure
tTrcr/buera of the perfect blonde, nor yet
'tho 'rich darkness ot the brunette. Her
fcotonres were irregular, and, but for her
?eye?, feet face in repose would have
'been 'ca'llefi very iplaia, if not agly.
Every one who knew her acknowledged
tho 'beauty of her eyes. Large brows
they wore, with, at times, a wistfal light
'in their depths ; at others a flash and
?a fparkle that quite won the observer,
'despite her-other feature;. Like a fine
{painting hwng in a plain frame, you
forget that the frame exists and only
see tho beauties which the artist has
placed upon the canvass. Agnes was
the only daughtor of a widow. A little
cottage in the village was their only
fortune, unless wc count the untiring
energy and the vigourous cultivated
intellect of oar heroine. She was tho
organist in the villago ehurch and
'teacher in the villago academy.
One spring afternoon Agnes was
walking slowly homo enjoying a bath in
tho spring sunshine. Sho felt a little
weary with her day's labor, but con
tented sod happy with all. Ac sho was
massing Judge Benton's, she rtaw a
stranger entoring the houso with Arthur
Benton.
*0 ! there is cousin Ralph,' cried little
Jennie Benton, as she flew past her
teacher and up tie walk to speak to her
vsousin,
Who -censin Ralph was, Agnes had
not the remotest idea. She walked on,
bumming a tune, as she turned into the
cross etreet that led to her home, wholly
unmindful of the remarks being uiadc
concerning hor,
'There is tho little, organist I told you
of, Ralph,' Arthcr Benton said, hastily
drawing his oousin out again upon the
{riazga*
4 What! that homely little thing in a
calico' gown 7 Whew!' and he gavo a
long low whistle. 'I thought from your
description of her, Art., she must bo
equal to Venus at least.'
Arthur shrugged his shoulders, smiled
an odd little smile, and led the way up
stairs. His mental comment was?
'Agnes is no flirt; but there is a
witchery about her that few can resist.
I want to see how Ralph will make it
I rather think that both have found
their match.'
The next Sabbath Ralph and Arthur
were iu their pew when Agnes came in.
One swooping glanco she cast ovor the
congregation, as she seated herself at
the organ, then bent her eyes intently
upon her book.
Ralph started slightly as ho encoun
tered those eyes. Arthur was on the
watch, and something very like a smile
curved his lips. St range as it may seem,
Arthur was anxious that Agnes should
fascinate Ralph. Perhaps the truost
explanation of his feeling was, he did
not relish the idoa of his most intimate
frtond, Ralph, being more invulnerable
thnn himself. Ho hud yielded to the
charm of Agnes' presence, bad offered
himself nod been refused in so delicate
a manner, that ho felt more of the little
ncss usual on such occasions. He was
still her friend and esteemed her highly
He did not ppeuk of her again to Ralph:
und, as his cousin had no pretext for
mentioning her, the subject was drop
pcd.
One May day the aendewy had a
picnic. A May picnic with its May
queen, May pole and all its pleasant
accompaniments, and till the annoying
details or such an occasion.
Agnes led her itttie troop, and whoa
their wants had been attended, and their
appetites appeased, she left them merry
with their games, and wandered dowu
the brook a little way. She was tired
and wanted a few quiet moments. Seat
iug herself on a grassy plat beneath nu
old oak she leaned back against the
trunk, her eyes half closed, her little
brown hands lying listless in her ?Jap.
- ? -As*v?|el>cious languor Ktolj over her
Suddenly she heard a stop beside her
und Mat ted up, slightly bewildered to
find Arthur Bonto.i and his cousin
beside her. llor self possession ret unmd
in tin instant as Arthur presente I his
cousiu, Mr. Wilson.. In a w ck, Ralph
Wihseei had forgotten that Agnes Fow
lor was plain ; had forgotten everything
save -fhe sweetness of her smile, the rose
charm that hung like a witchery about
her, und the shy-glances he now and
then caught froui those brown eyes
usually veiled beneath their long lashes.
Two, throe, four mouths passed, uad yet.
Ralph lingered, anxious, yet fearful to
tell tho little village maidon of his
love.
He had flirted desperately with many
city belles, had breathed swoet nothings
in their ears time and again. Why
should he stand iu awe of this little
country girl ? Ho could not fathom the
reason. He had never said to her what
he had said to them. In fact, there
had been no love passages between them.
He had lingered near her, he had
studied her every wordatid look, but she
was sacred to him as a goddess. Her
manner puzzled him. He bolicvcd her
not altogether indifferent to hitu ; yet,
sometimes he fancied he saw a look of
contempt upon her face, as she sat upon
a rustic seat in the yard, her hands
always busy with some useful work,
while he, lounging upon the green
sward near, toyed idly with his cane or
threaded tho masses of his hair with his
white jeweled hand.
Septcmbor oame and Ralph was
obliged to return to the city.
'I>o you know, Agnes,' ho said one
night, 'why I have liugered hero so
long V Tho brown eyes gave him one
quick, puzzling glance, theu were roso
lutely veiled.
'Because our villnge is a pleasant
place to tarry in, I presume,' she
answered quiotly.
'Agnes,' be said earnestly, 'you know
why I have lingered. It is because I
love you, and havo not dared to teli you
so. I have wealth, Agnes j share it with
inc.' There was a uorvona trcmb-liug
about tho sensitive mouth, a tremor of
tho eyelids and thon the eyes, grave
and earnest now, though humid with
unshed tears, looked into his.
'Mr. Wilson?Ralph,' she said slowly,
'I will not deny that you are more to
me than a friend j but I promised my
father ou his death bod that I would
never marry any man who had no pro
fos?ion or trade, ono whom bauds were
soft and white, who, should wealth take
wings, know not how to labor, either
mentally or physically, for his bread.
You may thiuk mo peculiar?perhaps
unkind?but you cauuot fill my idea of
true manhood as long as you neglect to
develop your mind. Wo were not placed
horo to load a butterfly existence.'
Frightened at having said so much,
Agnes hid her face iu her hands. Ralph
sprang up like one awakened from a
dream. New thoughts went hurrying
through his brain. Roared iu affluence,
with every wish gitilied, this aimietH,
inactive life had become a part of his
nature. Ho was thoroughly awoke uow ;
all his dormant energies wore springi ng
into lifo. He would never agaia bo the
idlo drone ho had - heretofore been
Agnes stole a glaucc at him, and wond
crcd nt the transformation. He was
standing erect, his head th rown back,
his really fine fcaturca lit up by an ex
prcssion she had novcr soon before.
'Agnes,' he .-aid, as ho bent over her
and touched reverently the braids of her
brown hair, 'Agnes, you have spf.kea
truth. I am living like a poltroon upon
the fortune my father amassed for me ;
I am waiting the fortuno God gave me.
Little teacher, your words shall not be
in vain. When I am come agaio, I will
come more worthy of you, or I will never
conic.. Let me but kiss this little hand;
it is all the pledge I ask. Indeed, I
have uo right to ask any pledge.' Cent
ly, reverently, he raised her little baud
to his lips, aud then walked away.
Five years the seasons come aud went,
and with them came changes to Agios'
home. Her mother was dead?she was
all alone.
No word had over come directly from
Ralph. She had heard of him in the
busy city as a rising young architect.
Her cheeks glowed wheu ?ke heard his
praise, although she believed he had
forgotten ker. ^or hvcdy she h id.ly '.in.
teaching in a distant city, where she
received a better salary.
Five years from the time wc first met
her, sf.e returned to her native village
to visit Tier friends and her mother's
grave.
She was walkiag ?l >wly al ong the
green lane that leJ to the village c-.;mtj
tery, unmindful of the violets aud butter
cujps that raised their tiny heads aud
looked tip pityingly at her.
She was very lonely this beautiful
bright spring morning. There wore
traces of tears upon her sweet face, and
her rosey lips quivered li ke those of a
grieved child. This was her moment of
weakness, she would be strong again b}'
and by.
A gentleman was coming up the lane.
A stranger she thought. Unconsciously
she found herself admiring his tall, man
ly form, and firm, resolute tread. For
haps it was the contrast with her own
weakness that attracted her atleutiou
aud drew forth her admiration.
Ho came nearer, paused, and held out
his hand4, saying simply :
'My dearest Agnes!'
'Ralph !' she replied, aud placed hor
little hands in his.
'I have come,' he said, 'as I promised.
I trust I am more worthy of you than
when we parted. Two years ago, the
emergency you foresaw, came. My for
tune was all swept away. Thanks to
you, I was prepared for the trial. I can
earn our daily bread uow, I havoasuug
little homo. Will you ootno, dearest
Agnes ?'
'U ! Ralph, it will be like heaven,' she
said, aud they went down tho lane to
gether.
Iu after years Ralph used to say,
when his friends remarked his devotion
to his wife :
'1 ought to love my wifo better than
most men, for she made a man of mo.
There is a distilcry in Cha'ttooga
eouuty at or near which five men have
been murdurod since it was established.
The last ono was committed on Friday,
when Den Hughes murdered Jesse Corn
his father-in law.
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The Archbishop held a confirmation
service at the Jatl in Quebec, May 2i),
when the murderor Schmidt, of New
York, sen tenced to be hanged on tho
26th of dune, received tho sacra
ment.
I
bout the Volcano.
The uiddle of the Bald Mountain has
boon solved at last. The terrified in
habitants ofthat region may now return
homo an 1 once sleep without dreaming
of volcanoes belching out red hot lava
upon tit.:m. They need not fear the
sudden cjoniing of the day of judgment.
The thiim is all explained. There is
no volcano or coming of tho day ot
judgment!, in the matter at all; nor is
the action of oloctricity, us some philoso
phcrs would bavo us believe. Not by
any menrjs. Sawbones, (who seems to
be doctor judging from his name, possibly
a lawyer,'^ has found out all about it.
He lives iu the vicinity atid has got tu
the bottom o.f the whole thing. With
some reluctance we give the readers of
the Ilciuld his conclusion. Here it is
in his own language Never tnitid the
first words, his subject demands strong
expressions
Near the Volcanic Regions,?
March 19,??II?11 afloat iu the moun
taitib !'?'fold Raid y preparing to
Erupt!?-Volcano!?Smoke !?Fire! 1?
The earth quaking !?Things trotting !'
I. hear all this and I could not stand it :
I have never seen a volcano, so I moun
ted my horse and put out for'0 Id Raid.
The uews got worse tho farther I went
As I approached tho mountain I met the
natives a gettin'?men women, children
and dogs They begged me to turn back,
and sung. 'Turn, sinner, turn,' and 1
think some of them prayed for mc It
beat old Mrs Ward's saloon at Green
ville To ge^ out of the fuss I pushed
on I struck a leading spur of old Raid,
uud rode up, up as far as I could ride
Then I dismounted, hitcaed my horse
and walked on Where the spur joined
the main mountain, my way wjs obstruc
ted by perpendicular rocks I could soe
smoke trom the top, but I could not bear
the rumbling* I climbed up and around
the mountain to avoid the rocks Aft]
p rooc (^j^M^>?r ^"1<C -Vimo'
below me and fat her around the moun
tuiu I got on a high point, from which
there was a, commanding view below
The rumbling from the point was terrible
and unaccountable Just here [sawu
sight that astonished me more than if
the earth had yawned at my feet I s.w
a wagon with lour mules, driven furious
ly around the side of the mountain it
had on it an old fashioned wagon bed.
1'roui the noise, there was a few loose
rocks iu it How the thing held together
bouncing about over the rocks is uuac
countable It went a few hundred yards,
and turned round It stopped about ten
minutes as if to rest the mules ; then
here it came again The road (if it
could be oalled a road) was about 400
years long It would turn and rest the
mules at each end I saw it make sever
al trips Then I took a driuk from my
flask, and scrambled down to this Devil's
turnpike I pUoed myself by the sido
of the road, to wait for the wagon lna
few miuutes hare it came Tho driver
did not seo me, until he was within fifty
stops of me He appeared astonished,
stood up iu his stirrups (he was riding
one of the mule.-.) and tried to bluff mo
by yelling out :
'Get out of the way you d-d fool !'
As soon as he spoke I knev him It
was George Sikes He used to live over
iu Buncombe whon Madison was a part
of Ruucombo I pickod up a cotiplo of
rocks and placed myself iu the mid lie of
tho road Thon be stopped and I went
for bim Said I, 'George, if you dou't
want to be lifted from that mule with
one of tho dornicks, talk fast'
'Talk what V said ho
' Volcano !' said I
'Now look here, Sawbones,' (he always
called mo Sawbones,) 'you kuow that 1
am a poor man 1 am paid by the edi
tors to do this'
'Rut how about tho smoke and fire V
He said one of his boys was en top
and with sticks and wot leaves he kept
up asmoke At night they built a lire
'How abo ut the blow out ?'
Hero George laughed outright He
said the natives were very skittish when
they heard the rumbling, but when 'the
blow out' came they incontinently tod
died ! He hud buried a keg of .powder
about eight feet deep, inserted a tin
tubo iu tho keg, tramped in the dirt, lit
a slow match aud then she blov out .'
'They say they heard this rumbling
to Old Tort?'
'<), yes ! They bear it there ! They
will hear it in New York soon the news
is spreading mighty fast! Sawbones, for
God's sake give mo all the tobacco you
have about you?go home to your family
and keep your mouth shut*
I did come home to my family The
old quilt saw me coining and ran to moet
mo The first word was'volcano !' I
told her the volcano was all right, but
that the cussedncss of human nature
was breaking my heart, and that if she
didn't get in the house and make me a
strong cup of coffee, there would be a
volcano right there Sho wcut?not
being a strong minded crusader, she
oonsequeutly does what I ask her to
If you are in the 'volcano' business
you can suppress this I do not want to
injure any man's business; and this
volcano-earthquake business is mighty
exciting reading
Sawbones.
Popular Weather Signs
Would it not serve a useful nurpo.e
if some scientific meteorologist were to
galher iu a mass the various weather
signs?whether valuable or not?treas
m od by the farmers and other common
sense people of the country, and then
sift them so that those of real value may
have their proper influence, and those
which are merely fanciful may cease to
mislead ?
That there are weather signs in abua
dance, every body knows. That the
greater part of these signs are utterly
valueless crcrybody of intelligence can
testify. Yet that they do practically
influence the modo and time of pluntiu^'
tho crops, and of their after culture,
will ba ackoowfedged by many who
vouTd uot be suspected of such folly,
aud who cau give no other reason for it
than tho force of babit.
'We are going jo havo a dry month,'
1 said ti; farmer the jb'thor ciay. '
'Hove uoyou kuow V he was ask
fd.
'lly the Indian's sivn of the new
moon' hi; replied. 'Its horns hung
.so sloping that they could hold no wa
ter.'
His companion laughed. 'Why, that's
in}' [ujin sign lor a wet moon. The
horns sloped so much that they let loose
all the water.'
The sign in the ono case is no doubt
as prophetic as in tho other.
'Always plant your potatoes in the
dark of the moon if you wish to have a
full crop,' 1 heard my neighbors sa}-,
'but never kill your pork or boil your
soap at Mich times unless you arc
willing to have them shrink to uoth
ing.'
'What i3 your authority for ibis !'
'1 have always heard so.'he uueworcd
with some hesitation, 'aud have always
so practiced Totatoes, you know, boiug
roots, naturally love dwkuess. Aud
soap and bacon?I suppose thoy take
their cue from tho state of the moon.
Tho fact is, that I only know that this
is the old time rule.
'Wc are going to have a frost on the
19th of May. said a 'farmer to me on
the ?th of April
I wa - shocked, for he looked wise and
lugrubrious, and a frost at that time in
our latitude would have cost millions of
dollars. I asked: 'How do you know
there will be a frost on that dato V
'Uccause wo had a fog on tho 19th of
March.'
lie saw me smiling and added, :I
have heard this rule ever since I was a
boy, and it has never failed yet.'
'The surest plan I kuo.v of for foretell
ing the weather throughout the year,'
said a plauter possessed of at least a
semi collegiate education, 'is to note tin
twelve days between old and now. Christ
mas (from Dec. 25tb co January 0.)
fhc months of the ensuing year are apt
to be wet or dry, warm or cold, accor
ding to tho days corresponding.' He
seriously declared that for many years
he had pitched his crop aud ordered his
plantation work under tho guidance of
this rule, and found that it snrvod woll
No doubt, for that itmo in advance it
was quite as good as any other rule
ordinarily in use.
Another darkey at Madisou hae been
killed by a mule.
The Woes of Wealth.
The wrethchedly rich Nathan Roth
chiiu never went out alona after davit,
never entered an unlighted room, had
servants within call at his bed chamber,
slept with loaded pistole under hit pU
low. A fellow Frankfurter, dintsg
with him, and observing tho luxury of
his household remarked:
'You must bo happy baron, with Aa
power to gratify every wish/
'Happy, indeed !'was the, raipjtsee.
'Do you thiak it happiness to be haaa
ted always by a dread of murder?-to
have your appetite for breakfast ahar
pened by a threat to stab you to the
heart uuless you enclose a thousand
guineas to some unknown village.*
On one occasion, whon the great fiaa
cier had boen to an evening party, and
had entered his carriage to go horns, a
friend, wishing to make an appointunQt
stepped out to speak to him. The time
rous banker mistook his familiar frical
for a highwayman, nnd thrust a pistol
out of the carriage window, with h? fa
vorite cry of'Murder' before he oouM
be made acquainted with the oitu?
tion.
As K'ithchild grew richer anil older
his fears incroaied. lie became aimeff
a mun unaniao on tho subjest of afftesstt
nation and many of his relatives thought
him in serious danger of insanity
through his constant apprehensions.
Most of the menacing messages wars
unquestionably sent him by his enemies
with whom he was plentifully supplied.
Conscious of his weakness they reran
ged themselves upon him by inspiring
him with baseless terrors. He wse ra
pcatedly told so, but he could aot ba ta
duccd to befieve that he did not dwell
in an atmosphere of poisons, poaierdi
and pistols. N
A Dog and Snake
Several days ago a gentleman in . ^
' city went out into t'tie country, fovlta^,'
taking with him an experienced pointer
After hunting some time he observed
his dog to suddenly stop, and supposing
the dog had 'stood' a bird advanced to
shoot it. Hut coming nearer he noticed
that (ho animal was foaming at the
mouth, as if suffering from an attack of
hydrophobia. Under closer observation
lie discovered that the dog was the
victim of an enormous snake, whioh was
charming it and steadily advancing on
ito ptoy. The dog stood immovable,
perfectly trausQxed. The gentleman
spoke to it, but it gave no head so com
pletoly was it under the influeoco of tho
dread charmer. Seoing that the dog
wub in the most excruciating agony, tho
gontlcman raised the gun and shot tho
snake dead. Instantly, and simultaneous
ly with the shot and the death of tho
snake, the dog fell down perfectly help
less, and to ail appearanoe dead. It re
vived after some Itctie time, bat had it
not boen for some timely assistance from
the master, it is believed that the poor
animal would have expired with the
vicious reptile of whose charm it wae
the victim. Tho anako in question was
a blue racer about four of five feat
long, and was killed Bear Oglechrope
Park,
Trick in all Trades.
A cattle dealer arrived in Paris tho
other day with the intention of having
his portrait painted in oil. He applied
to nn artist near the Madoleinani In con
cluding the bargain, dwolt strongly ou
his wish that tho likeness should bo
striking and uumistakably. Tho "pain
ter promised that it should Be so. 'In
deed,' he added, 'I will appeal to the
most disinterested judges possible?to
your own bull dog; we will show htm tho
picture and see whether he recognises
you.' Accoidingjy, when the picture
was finished, it was brought into tho
dealers lodging, was placed on tho floor
and tho dog was called in. Ho instant
ly ran up to the portrait and bogan to
lick it, wagging his tail, and showing
every sign of dolightod affection.. Tho
grateful dealer, convinced of the aojurr*
ey of the likeness, iustiutly paid down-,
tho sum demanded by tho artigt,, quita
unconscious of the fact that the 'coun
terfeit presentment' of bis features sad
been well rubbed with a bit baooo. .
