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THE IlEAI.IXCJ JtlSH.
BT JOEL SEXTOS.
Th hope of the home is in trouble.
His musical cries rend the air,
While his feet and his hands beat a tattoo
Pet's bumped his poor head on a chair.
"Run quick for the camphor and linen;
Find out just the distance be fell I"
"No matter!" roan out the young hero,
"For Bother has kissed it 'most well."
Oh, magiea kiss! we have felt it
Full many a time in our youth,
And there jierer was medicine like it,
Or ointment so precious, forsooth.
The dew irom the lips that had parted
To drop words of pity for pain,
Seems akin to the breath of an angel,
And never was tendered in rain.
We oftentimes wish for a solace
As trusty, as speedy, as sure,
When we rise from the shocks and the braises
That mortals mast ever endure;
When we battle with care and with sorrow.
With heartaches we never may tell;
Then we think of-the time in the distance;
When mother's dear kiss made us well.
TE1XSL1TED FROlt THE FREXCH Of
Madame de Palme manifested daring
the entire coarse of our ride a feverish ex
citement which betrayed itaell more par
ticularly in reckless feats of horseman
ship. I heard at intervals her loud
bursts of merriment, that sounded to my
ears like heart-rending wails. Once again
she spoke to ine as she was going by:
"I inspire you with horror, don't 17"
I ebook my bead and dropped my eyes
We returned to the chateau at about
four o'clock. I was makine my way to
my room when a confused tumult of voices,
shrieks, and linrried steps jn the vestibule
chilled my heart. 1 went doivn again in
all haste. And I was informed that .Mad
ame de Palme had just been taken with a
violent nervious tit She had been carried
into the parlor. I recognized through
the door the grave and gentle voice of
iladame de Malouet, to which was min
gled I know not what moan, like that of
a sick child. I ran away.
I was resolved to leave this fatfcl spot
without further delay. Nothing could
have induced me lo remain a moment
longer. Your lett-r, which had been
Lauded me on our return, served me as a
likely pretext for my sudden departure.
The friendship that binds us is wvll
known here. I Eaid you needed me with
in twenty-four hours. 1 had taken care,
at all hazard, to send three days before
to the nearest town for a carriage and
horses. In a few minutes my prepara
tions were made, 1 gave orders to the
driver to .start ahead and wait for me at
the extremity of the avenue while l was
Taking' my leave. Monsieur de Malouet
peemed to have no suspicion of the truth;
the worthy old gentleman appeared quite
moved as he received my thanks, and re
ally manifested for me a singular affection
out of all proportion to the brief duration
ofour acquaintance. I had to be scarcely
less thankful to M. de Breuilly. I regret
siow the caricature I once gave you as the
portrait of that noble heart
Madame de Malouet insisted upon ac
companying me down the avenue a few
-Htepa further than her husband. .1 felt
her arm tremble tinder mine while she
was intrusting me with a lew tritiing er
rand:) for Pane, At the moment of part
ing, and as 1 was pressing her band with
effusion, she detained me gently:
"Well 1 sir," she raid in a feeble voice,
"Jod did pot bless our wisdom."
"Our hearts are open to Him, madame;
He must have read our sincerity. He,
eecs how much I am suffering, and I
humbly hope he may forgive me!"
"Do not doubt it do not doubt it," she
replied in a broken voice; "but ehe7bel
ah ! poor child 1
"Have pity on her, madame. Do not
forsake her. Farewell !''
I.left her hastily, and started, but in
stead of going direct to town, 1 bad myself
1 - .1.1, , - .
anven aiong me Auoey roau as tar as ine
top of the bills; I requested the coachman
to go od alone.to the town, and to return
lor me to-morrow morning early at the
same place. I can not explain lo you,
mv dear friend, the sineular and irresist
ible fancy that took me to spend one last
night tn that solitude where 1 spent such
quiet and happy days, and fio recently,
Herel am, then, back in my cell. How
cold, dark and gloom v it seems I The ekv
also has gone into mourning. Since my
arrival in this neighborhood, and in spite
ot the season, 1 had seen none but sum
mer davs and nights. To-night a cold
autumnal storm has burst over the val
ley; the wind howls among the ruins,
blowing off fragments that fall heavily
upon the ground. A driving rain is pat
tering against my window-panes. It
eeerus to me if it were raining tears !
Tears 1 ray heart is overflowing with
them and not a single one will rise to
my eyes. And yet, I have prayed, I have
long prayed to God not, my friend, to
that untangible God whom we trarsue in
vain beyond the stars and the worlds, but
the only God truly kind and helpful to
eunenng Humanity me uod ol my child
hood, the God of that poor woman 1
Ah! I wish to think only now of mv ap
proaching meeting with you, the day after
to-morrow, dear mend, and perhaps be
fore this letter
txrnie, i'aul! lfyou can leave your
mother, come, I besceeh you, conic to up
hold me. God's hand is upon me!
I was writing that interrupted line
when, in the midst of the contused noises
of the tempest, J fancied I beard the
sound of a voice, of a human voice, of a
human groan. 1 rushed to my window
I leaned outside to pierce the darkness,
and I discovered lying upon the dark and
drenched soil a vague form, something
line a white bundle. At the same time,
a more distinct moan rose up to me. A
gleam of the terrible truth flashed thro'
my brain like a keen blade. 1 groped
through the darkness as far as the door
of the mill; near the threshold, etood a
horee bearing a side-saddle. I ran mad
jy aronna to ine outer side ol the ruins,
and within the mclosure situated brneath
the window of my celf, and which still re
tains some traces of tbe former cemetery
of the monks, I found the unhappy
creature. She was there, sitting on an old
tonYb-stone. as if overwhelmed, shivering
in all her limbs under the chilling tor
Mnt of rain which a pitiless sky was pour
ing without interruption over her light
party dress. I seized her two hands, try
ing to raise her up,
"Ah! unhappy child! what have vou
"Yes, most unhappy I she murmured,
in a voice as faint as a breath.
,:Butyouare killing yourself.1'
So much the bctler-so much the bet
ter!" "You can not remain here lCome ! "
I saw that she was Unable to stand up
"Ah! Dieution'l Dim puissant I what
shall I do? What's to become of you
now? What do you wish with me?''
She made no reply. . She was trembling
and her teeth were chattering. I lifted
her up in my arras and I can;ied her in. ,
Tue mind work's ' last' Ifi'such mbmeittir
No conceivable means of removing her
from this valley where carriages can not
penetrate; nothing was hencctorth possible
to save her honor, I must only think of
her life. I scaled rapidly the steps lead
ing to my cell, and I laid her on a chair
in front of the chimney in which I hastily
kindled a fire; then I waked up my hosts.
I gave to the miller's, wife a vague and
confused explanation. I know not how
much of it she understood; but, she is a
woman, she took pity and went on be
stowing on Madame de Palme euch care
as was in her power. HerhuBband start
ed at once on horseback, carrying to
Madame de Malouet the following note
"Madame She is here, dying. In the
name of the God of mercy, 1 beseech you,
I implore you come to console, come to
bless her who can no longer expect words
of kindness and forgiveness from any one
but you in this world.
"Pray tell Madame de Pontbrian what
ever yp'u think proper."
She was calling ine. I returned to her
fide. I found her still seated before the
fire. She had refused to be put into the
bed that had been prepared for her.
When she saw me singular womanly
preoccupation 1 her first tl. ought was for
the coarse peasant's dress the had ex
changed for her own water-soaked and
mud-stained garments. she laughed as
she called my attention to it; but her
aughtcr soon turned into convulsions
which I had much difficulty in quieting.
I hail 'placed mvsell close to hen she
could not get warm; she had a consuming
fever, her eyes glistened. I begged her
to take the absolute rest which was alone
suitable to her condition.
What is the use? she replied. "I am
not ill. It is not the fever that is killing
me, nor the cold, it is the thought that is
burning me there;' she touched her
forehead "it is shame it is your scorn
and your hatred; nowl but too well dc
My heart overflowed then, Paul; I told
her everything; my passion, my regrets,
my remorse 1 1 covered with kisses lier
trembling hands, her cold forchcid, her
damp hair. I poured into her poor shat
tered soul all the tenderness, all the pity,
all the adoration a man s soul can con
tain ! She knew now that I loved her;
she could not doubt itl
She listened to me with rapture.
.Now," she said, "now, I am no longer to
be pitied. I have never been so happy in
ill my life. I did not deserve it I have
nothing Inrllier to wish nothing mrtner
to hone I shall not regret anvtliing."
She fell into a (dumber. Her parted."
lips are smiling a pure and placid smile;
but she is taken at intervals with terrible
spasms, and her features are becoming
terribly altered. I am watching her
while writing these lines.
Madame de Malouet has just arrived
with her husband. I had judged her !
rightly! Her voice and her words were j
those of a mother. She had taken care to
briDg her physician. The patient is Iyiug
in a comfortable bed, surrounded by lov
ing and attentive friends. I feel more
easy, although she., has just awakened
with a fearful delirium.
Madame de Pontbrian has positively
refused to come to her niece, I had
judged her rightly too, the excellent
I have deemed ,it my duty not to set
foot again in the cell which Madame de
Malouet no louger leaves. The expression
of JL de Malouet' countenance terrifies
me, and yet he assures me that tbe phys
ician had not yet pronounced.
The doctor has just come out; I have
spoken to him.
"It is pneumonia, lie told ine, com
plicated with brain fever."
"It is very serious, is it uot7 '
"Butis there any immediate danger?"
"I'll tell you that to-night Her con
dition is so acute that it can. not last long.
Either the crisis must abate or nature
"lou have no nope, sirr
He looked up to heaven and went off.
I know not what is going on within me.
my friend all these blows are striking
me in such rapid succession. It is the
t ive O CLOCK p. M.
The old priest whom I have often met
at the chateau has been sent for in baste
He is a friend of Madame dc Malouet, a
simple old man, full of charity; I dared
not question him. 1 know what is going
on. I fear to hear, and yet my ear catch
es eagerly the least noises, the most in
significant sounds: a closing door, a rapid
step on the stairs strikes me dumb with
terror. And yet so quick ! it seems im
possible! Paul, my friend my brother! where
are you? all is over !
An hour ago I saw the doctor and the
priest coming down. JI. de Malouet was
"Go up," ho told me. "Courage, sir,
be a man 1"
I walked into the cell; Madame de
Malouet had remained alone there; she
was kneeling by the bedside and beckon
ed me to approach. 1 gazed upon her
who was about to cease suffering. A few
hours had been enough to damn unon
that lovely face all the ravages of death:
but life and thought still lingered in her
eyes; Biie recognized me ai once.
t r ,,, .,
monsieur, sue negan; men, alter a
pause: "George, I have loved you much
Forgive my having embittered your life
with tue memory oi tins sad incident: "
I fell on my knees; I tried to speak,
could not; my tears flowed hot'and fast
upon her hand already cold and inert as a
piece of marble.
"And you, too, madame," she added;
"forgive me the trouble I have given you
the grief lam causing you now.
"My child!" said the old lady. "I bless
you from the bottom of my heart "
Then there was a pause, in the midst
of which I suddenly heard a deep and
broken breath ah ! that supreme brtatb,
that last sob of a deadly sorrow; God also
has heard it, has received it I
He has heard it He hears also my ar
dent, my weeping prayer I I must be
lieve that He does, my "friend. Yes, that
I may not yield at this moment to some
temptation of despair, I most firmly be
lieve in a God who loves us, who looks
with' compassionate eyes upon the an
guish of "our feeble hearts who will
deign some day to tie again with His pa
ternal hand the knots broken by cruel
'earth I Ah ! In presence of the TifeTeis re
mains of a beloved being, what heart so
withered what brain so blighted by doubt,
as to repel forever tbe odioss thought
that these sacred words: .God, Justice,
Love, Immortality arebut vain syllables
devoid of meaning!
Farewell, Paul. Yon know what there
still remains for me to do. Tf you can
come, I expect you; if not, my friend, ex
pnet me. Farewell !
The Marquis de Ma'ouet to M. Paul B ,
CnATEAU db Malouet, October 20.
Monsieur It lias become my imperative
though painful duty to relate to you the
facts which have brought aboutthe crown
ing disaster of which you have already
been ndvied. by more rapid means and
with such precautions as we were able to
take: a di9-ister that completely over-
.whelms our souls already so cruelly tried.
As you arc aware, sir, a lew weeks, a lew
days had been sufficient to enable Mad
ame de Malouet and myself to know and
appreciate your friend, to conceive for him
an eternal affection soon, alas! to be
changed into ettrnal regret. You arc al
so nware. I know" of all the ead circum
stances that preceded and led to this sad
Monsieur George's conduct during the
mclanchaly days that followed the dtath
of Madame de Palme, -the depth of feeling
as well as the elevation of soul which he
constantly manifested, had completely
won our hearts over to him. I desired to
send him back to you at once, sir; I wished
to get him away from this sorrowful spot,
I wished to take him to you myself, since
a painful preoccupation detained you in
Paris; but he had imposed upop himself
the duty of not forsaking so soon what was
left of the unhappy woman.
We had removed him to our house; we
were surrounding him with attentions,
He never left the chateau, except to go each
day on a pious pilgrimage within a few
steps. Still his health was jierceptibly
failing. Day before yesterday morning
Madame d Malouet pressed him to join
Mor.6ienr de Breuilly nnd myself in a
horseback ride. He consented, though
somewhat reluctantly. Wo started. On
the way he strove manfully to respond to
the efforts we were making to draw him
into conversation and rouse him from his
prostration. I saw him smile for the first
time in many hours, and I began to hope
that time, the strength of his soul, the at
tentions of friendship, might restore some
calm to his memory, when, at a. turn in
the road, a deplorable chance brought us
face to face with Monsieur de Mauterne.
This gentleman was on horseback; two
friends and two ladies made up his party.
We wpre following lliesamc direction, but
his gait was much more rapid than ours; ,
he passed us, saluting as he did so, and l
noticed, so fat as I am concerned, nothing
in his manner that conld attract attention.
I was therefore much surprised to hear
M. de Breuilly the next moment murmur
between his teeth: "That fa an infamous
trick!" MonsieurGeorge, who, atthe mo
ment of meeting, had become pale and
turned his head slightly away, looked
sharply at Monsieur de Breuilly:
"What do you mean, sir What do vou
"I rferto the impertinence of that brain
I appealed energetically to Monsieur de
Breuilly reproaching him with his quarrel
some disposition, and affirming that there
bad been no trace of defiance either in tbe
attitude or the features of Monsieur de
Mauterne when he had passed by us.
"Come, my friend," said Monsieur de
Breuilly. "your eyes must have been closed
or else yon must have seen, as 1 saw iny
sclf, that the wretch giggled as be looked
nt our friend. -I don't know why you wish
the gentleman to sufTer nn insult which
neither you nor I would sufTer."
These unlucky words had been scarce
uttered, when Monsieur George started his
horse at a gallop. "Are you mad?" I said
to Breuilly, who was trying lo.detain us;
"and what means such an invention?"
"My friend." he replied, "it was neces
sary to divert that boy's mind at any cost."
I shrugged my shoulders. I freed my
self from him and dashed after M. George;
but. being better mounted than myself, he
had already gained a considerable ad vance.
1 was still a hundred paces behind him
when he overlook Monsieur de Mauterne,
who had stopped on hearing him coming.
It seemed to me that they were exchang
ing a few words, and almost at once I saw
M. George's whip lashing several times,
and with a sort of fury, Monaieurde Mau
terne's face. We barely arrived in time,
Monsieur de Breuilly and myself, to pre
vent that scene from assuming an odious
character of brutality.
A meeting having unfortunately become
inevitable between the parties, we took
with us the two friends who accompanied
Mauterne, Messieurs de Quiroy and Ast-
ley, thelattcran .hnglislimau. Sii. Ueorge
had preceded us to the chateau. The
choice of weapons belonged without any
possible doubt to our adversary. Never
theless, having "noticed that his seconds
seemed to hesitate with a sort of inditl'er-
ence. or perhaps of circumspection be
tween swords and pistols, I thought that
we might, with a little good management,
influence their decision in the direction
least unfavorable to us. We went there
fore, Monsieur de Breuilly and I, to con
sult M. George on the subject. He pro?
nounced at once in favor of swords.
"But," remarked M. de Breuilly, "you
are a very good pistol shot. I have seen
vou at work. Are you certain to be a bet
ter swordsman? Do not deceive yourself;
this will be a mortal combat
"I am satisfied of that," he replied with
a smile; "but I am particularly anxious
for swords, if at all possible."
After the expression of so formal a wish,
wc could but esteem ourselves fortunate
in obtaining the choice of-that arm, and
the meeting was settled for the next morn
ing at nine o'clock.
During the remainder of the day, It.
George manifested an ease of mind, and
even at intervals a certain gayety, at which
we were quite surprised, and which Mnd
ame'de Malouet in particular, Was at a loss
to understand. My poor wife,- of course,
had been left in ignorance of these recent
At ten o'clock he retired, and I could
still see a light through his window two
hours later. Impelled by my earnest af
fection and t know not what vague anxie
ty that was haunting me, I entered his
room at about midnightjfound him ery
calm;' he had been wrjpisgand was just
sealingTip' afew envelopes.
"There!" he said, handing me the pa
pers. "Now the worst is over, and I am
going to sleep the sleep of the just"
I thought it best to offer him a few
more technical suggestions on the hand
ling of the weapon he was soon to use.
He listened to me without much attention,
and suddenly extending his arm:
"Feel my pulse," he said.
I did so, and ascertained that his calm
and his cheerfulness were neither affected
"In such a condition," he added, "if a
man is killed it is'becausc he is willing to
be. Good-night, my dear sirl" Where
upon I left him.
Yesterday morning, at half-past eight,
we repaired, M. George, M.- de Breuilly
and myself, to an unfrequented path sit
uated about half way between Mauterne
and Malouet, and which had been selected
for the dueling-ground. Ouradversaryar
rived almost immediatil after, accompa
nied by Messieurs de Quiroy and Astley.
The nature of the insult admitted of no at
tempt at conciliation. We had therefore
to proceed at once to the fight.
Scarce had M. George placed himself in
position, when we became convinced of
his complete inexperience in the use of the
sword. M. de Breuilly cast upon me a
look of stupor. However, after the blades
had been crossed, there was a semblance
of fight and of defeice; but at the third
pass M. George fell pierced through the
I threw myself upon him; he was al
ready in the grasp of death. Neverthe
less he pressed my hand feebly, smiled
once more, and thea gave vent, with his
last breath, to his last thought, which was
for you, sir:
'Tell Paul that I love him, that I for
bid him seeking to avenge me, and that I
die happy." He expired.
I shall not attempt, sir, to add anything
to this narrative. It has already been too
long and too painful to me; but I deemed
this faithful and minute account due to
you. I had rea-oi to believe, besides,'
that your friendship would like to follow
to the last instant that existence which
was so justly dear to you. Now you
know all, you have understood all, even
what I have left unsaid.
He lies in peace by her s'de. You will
doubtless come, dear sir. We expect you.
We shall mingle our tears over those two
beloved -beings, both kind and charming,
both crushed by passion and seized by
death with relentless rapidity in the midst
of llie pleasantest scenes of life.
On his return from a tour down the
Rhine, last fall, Lavender was asked
what he thought of the views, when he
answered; "Well, of all the views Lclap-
pea my eyes on, me nnesi, 10 my taste,
was Vieux Cognac."
Two old ladies at Baltimore haye sued
the estate of Robert Tuttle, who, they
allege, died owing-them board for twenty
seven years, for which they trusted him
on the promise that he would make it
all right with them in his will.
A mad, praising pirtcr, said it was so
excellent a beverage that, though taken in
great quantities, it always made him fat
"1 have been the time," said another,
"when it made you lean." "When? I
should be glad to know," inquired- the
eulogist. "Why, no longer ago than last
night against a wall.''
When Tilton took Mrs, Woodhull in
bathing, all for the noble purpose of
shielding poor Mr. Beecher, he fairly
discounted the late A. Ward's famoiiB
desire to sacrifice all of his wife's relations
rather than have the war prolonged and
the South triumphant.
bridal party a charivari, tbe other eve
ning, when the bridegroom appeared
among them and fired the contents of a
revolver in their midst. All of them left
but one, who had so much lead in him
that he couldn't
An Iowa woman went to church one
Sunday and,"experienced religion." Ar
riving home, she called her children about
her and said, "I am pious now, and I
am going to give you two days to get re
ligion. If you don't do it in that tim.e I'll
whale your hides off. I have learned my
duty. Do you hear me?"
"I say, landlord," said a Yankee,
"that's a dirty towel for a man to wipe
on." Landlord, with a look of amaze
ment, replied, "well, sir, you're mighty
particular, sixty or seventy ot my board
ers have wiped on that towel this raor
ning, and you are the first one to find
A surgeon had just cut off a patient's
leg. A friend of the victim inquired anx
iously whether the doctor thought he
roniilil onnn cei well. "He?" renlied the
doctor "he never had a chance." "Why,
then, do you put him to this needless
pain?" Oh, you cannot tell a patient the
truth all at once; you must first amuse
him a little. '
It is safe to 6ay that Anthony Prince,
of Baltimore, is no gentleman. No man
of refined manners or gentle culture would
so far forget himself as to spit in a lady's
face and slap both of her cheeks. This
in what Mr. Prince did to Miss Catharine
Fricasse tbe other day, and right roundly
has he had to pay for the privilege. The
, c ..!:?:.. in
jury uruugui in ;i vltuiui lur lut; pjuiimii
ol fL'.UW damages.
OUR rfOCKPORT LETTER.
Kockpokt, Kr., Mar. 31.
Spring is here af last. The merry song
sters of the woodland have returned.
Again "the voice of the turtle, is heard in
the land." Nature is resuming her man
tle of green and the songs ol the thrush
and the cat-bird ravish the ear. Visions
"ecstatic, delightful visions -of moonlit
excursions upon the classic waters of
Green river, of heaped dishes of catfish
and early greens fill my enraptured
breast with bliesfal anticipation.
T tlB" FARMERS
make few visits to town, nor make those
visits long. The legitimate Grange busi
ness commences now in earnest, and "the
working of the movement" will isoon de
velop. May the developraents'prove pro
OL'R Polics count
came off last Friday. ''The judge" pre-
sided with his usual avoirdapols-beg par
don gravity There were several cases
of considerable local interest The mem
bers of the legal profession present, were
Mr. Sam. Smith, of Greenville, Messrs.
Hubbard, Strother, and another whose
name I perhaps did not properly catch, or
it was certainly a singular patronymic: I
think they called him Mr. lied Horse,
of Hart lord; and last, though not least,
Mr. W. II. Rock, "to the manor born."
Our town was much exercised on Sat
urday over a trial for breach of the peace
among some brcethering of the feminine
persuasion. Uncle Bi. eays that he will
never attend a trial "of that nacher agin,
not ef he nose it." Uncle Peter, though,
I think is incorrigible. He tried very
hard to get in as counsel, and I heard the
judge say that if he would walk up like a
little man and pay the costs of this trial,
plagued if he mightn't, nest time.
If you want an interesting letter from
this place, comedown and kick up a breeze,
that I may have something to write about
Respectfully, P. R.
ResiNE, Kr., March 29,
Editor Herald: Although we are no
subscriber to your paper as yet, still one
finds its way to our humble home, occa
sionally, and all but, the political part of
it is read with interest. We think it an
excellent connty paper. The farmers
round about Rosine are becoming some
what disheartened over he gloomy pros
pect of getting their oats sown, on account
of the protracted wet weather; yet they
generally seem to be determined to make
good crops this year, if favored with a
I think, will be an average crop, al
though some old lands that were sown
were badly damaged by the severity of
the winter; much of it having been frozen
Every farmer that I know of is making
extensive preparations for a large crop.
ONE OOOD EFFECT.
The hard times are stimulating mnnv
to action who have heretofore spent much
of their time in idfeness.
I believe that I can truthfully assert
that this part of our county is making as
rapid strides toward' building,up and im
proving as any locality in the county.
Education has been vcrvmuch neglect
ed, but the people seem to be awakening
to their interest in this particular, as they
have secured the services of Mr. Elisha
Tilford as a teacher for the neit ten
months. Mr.-Tilford is a worthygentle.
man, well educated, and an able instruc
tor of the young. He has bought pro
perty in Rosine, wherb he will teach, and
I think is permanently located, bo we will
be able to send our children regularly to
Wishing yonr -paper-'
ill lay my-pen aside. '
much success, I
J. H. A.
Litchfield, Kt., March 29.
Dear Editor: I hope a few lines from
old Litchfield will not be objectionable.
This is a beautiful evening. The very air
is impregnated with spring, foreshadow
ing the approach of April days, with their
tiny violets and wild-bird songs, and their
sweet forest chatterings and warblings.
There has been a perfect glamour of daz
zling light and warmth all evening; but
now It has all faded into peaceful twi
light, bringing in its stead a misty incense
of delicious sweetness,
Our place is beginning to put on busi
ness airs. Every down train deposits a
large amount of freight for our different
merchants, llie spring trade Here is
opening veTy flatteringly
Monday was our county court day, and
also the occasion ot the meeting ofour
county convention. I here was a large
crowd iu town. I noticed many strang
ers, a good many being aspirants for a
visit to Frankfort the coming winter, some
of whom left feeling more like a row up
There has been established in our town
a Sewing Society by the ladies of the Bap
tist church, the object of which is to as
sist in completing their church, a hand
some little building in an unhnislied con
dition. These same ladies contemplate
giving a Supper, with many other attrac
tions, on the cveningotthe -Stli of April.
I hope our neighbors will feel enough in
terest in our success to call over and en
joy "the goods the gods provide" for
tbem. Rember the 23th. JH.
LETTER FROM SULPHUR SPRINGS.
Sl-i.piicr Springs. Kr.. March 29.
Mil Editor: Permit me to encroach
uponyour-tinie with a short letter, and if
you think proper, anu nave space, you
mav nut it in vonr excellent paper. We,
as well as other points in the county, have
a desire to be represented. iNot that the
Snrinffa have any superior claims, but, as
I presume you know, every one has his
desires and aspirations.
DEARTH OF NEWS.
As for news to communicate, we have
none: nothing in the way of horse-steal
ing. elopements, ice., to mar the even
tenor of our way. Our people have but
little to complain of, only the hard times;
but, 1 believe, that is prevalent every
where. HARD CP, AND WANTS TO NEGOTIATE A LOAN.
As for vour correspondents there la
nothing but utter bankruptcy Staring him
in the face. ' I have recently disposed ol
my old hat and last year's suspenders
procure some stamps and paper, and
now would like to borrow some monev
and give as collateral security a bras
watch and a, few old clothes: so if vou
know of anyone who will make a loan on
such please let me Kn'o'w i
As to your paper, it is received and con
tents noted Indeed there is no enterprise
in 'the, county which out; people can feel
more pjqud of than your paper, and to
l 1 A, V t-J f t J . .
winipuriney fuoumi give wieir mil and
hearty .support, for it will most certainly
redound ta their interest and prosperity.
and place Us as a county among the first
in me lyommonweaiin.
TUE TOBACCO MANIA.
Our people are anxiously looking for
ward to the time when the weather is set
tled enough ( for them to begin .regular
Work on their farms. The peopieT ot this
vicinity have as it is with others the
tobacco mania, and ate preparing to
pitch large crops, believing thev will re
ceive very fair prices for the "weed'
ABOUT OUR PEOPLE.
I can say of them, that ther are frugal.
industrious, and have that hospitality for
which Ketituckians are so famous. Their
great charm is the air of well-being and
neatness imprinted on everything around
them; and their aim- of life seems to be
comfort, so, when seen by the stranger,
their spirit of industry is not to be mis
taken. They are free from that neigh
borhood arrogance that is often seen itr
many othsrs who try to surround them
selves with tbe most imposing circum
stances, and encircle about them the en
chantments of unapproachable distance
and elevation, which only prove a mock
ery and a delusion; but is a place where
envy and strife are comparativly stran
,We are not entirely without funny
things, one of which I will here give:
Some two or three days since, our young
mend i. (J. fa., came to the post othce to
post a letter and receive his mail, and
sure enough he received a letter from Irs
Dulcinea, and became so interested in the
contents thereof that when he left and
started for Hartford, where he had some
business to attend to, he mounted an el-
lerly gentleman s horse in the place of
his own, and proceeded cn his way, read
ing the said letter as he went When he
, i . , 1 1 . -, . ,
n au gone aooui nan a inue, nis progress
was arrested by some one loudly calling
on him to stop. Looking back, he beheld
an old gentleman coming like a thunder
storm, and demanding "what the h 1 he
bad taken his horse for?' Whereupon
our friend surrendered up tbe horse, and
apologized by saying he thought it was
bis, and that he was so deeply engrossed
with the contents of the letter he was
reading be never noticed what he was do
ing. Hill 1'erkins.
Cooley has bad some trouble with one
of his hens. She wanted to set, and he
didn't want her to. He put her under a
barrel, ducked her at the pump; threw
her into the air, and reasoned with her,
bat she would persist in going back to her;
nest, finally he put a not porcelain egg
under her; but she skipped about until it
cooled, and theTi she returned and sat on
the egg with the air of havinz resolutely
determined to hatch a set of crockery and
a coupie of flower-pots out of the porce
lain delusion. 1 hen Cooley resolved to
blow her off. He placed half a pound of
gunpowder under the nest and laid a slow
match out into the yard, as soon as he
saw the hen safely seated, he went into
the- kitchen to get a light Meanwhile
Mrs. Cooley entered the hen-houae ;to
hunt for eggs and to ascertain if that id
iotic chicken was setting yet. Then
Cooley came out and fired the train. In
a couple of minutes there was a. fearful ex
plosion, a second later; Airs, ittpiey
emerged precipitately from the door, with
her mouth fall ot leatirers. tier hair lull
of blazing straw and warm' Mood, and an
assortment of drum-sticks, gizzards.and
claws distributed around her dress Then
she made a dash at Cooley. What the
result was I do not knowj but I met him
on the following Tuesday with Court-plaa-
ter on his nose, and a look of subjection
in his eyes, and be informed me confi
dentially that the next hen of hia that
wanted to set might set iu pence through
out the agea of time and all through the
unending cycles ol eternity ueiore lie
would bother himself about her.
Love on n Train.
A newly married, couple from some
where down the Lansing road were riding
in a Grand River car yesterday, and the
groom insisted on holding the bride's
hand in his big red paw.
"Oh I no, don't I" she said as she jerk
ed her hand away.
"Oh I luv, let me hold yer hand, jest
fer ten minutes 1 ' he pleaded.
"Shoo ! Don't you see they nre looking
at list she whispered.
"They are, eh 1" he replied, looking up
and down the car. "Wan, now, rm go
ing to put my arm right around ye, and
if any fellow in this car dares to spit
crooked I'll git up 'n mop the floor with
him until I wear him up to hia shoulder
His arm encircled her, and the oth
er passengers looked as if they were on
their way home from a funeral. Detroit
A negro man and three very black wo
men walked into the Senate chamber at
Richmond, Va., on Thursday, while that
bodv was in session, and boldly marched
toward the privileged scats. The Ser-geant-at-Arm8
politely suggested that they
would find excellent seats ln 'the gallery,
but the man insisted upon his right to go
where he chose, and only desisted when
informed that he would be forcibly eject
ed. He and bis convoy then strutted out
in great rage.
Mr. Curran was once engaged in
lesal argument Behind him stood his
colleague, a gentleman whoe person was
remarkably tall and slender, and who
had originally intended to take orders.
The judge observed that the case under
discussion involved a point of ecclesiasti
cal law. "Then,' said Curran, "I can
refer your lordships to a high authorty
behind me, who was once intended for
the church, though in my opinion, lie
was fitter for the steeple.'
There are estimated lobe about 55,000
babies born every year, in Paris, of -.hich
number 20,000 arc put out to nurse.
iietitli ttftlic Olileil InhnbifnRt of I lie
Earth An Indian VS.l Vrnrnald.
Santa, Cruz (Cal.) Enterpriie:
The mission of SnntaCruz was etal-
Dished by mrmksol iheorderof St Fran
cis. 1 he first record which they prcservnl
of a baptism was that of an Indian girl,
named Jdicaela, on Uctober V, li'JL On
the 4th of March following was baptized
luf-timano Kixu9, ly rr. Jsidro Salazar.
O.S. F: Roxas was then forty years of age,
nnd perhaps even somewhat over forty, so
that he was at least 123 years old when lie
died. The record of his baptism is still
preserved in the register ol the Catholic
church, so that there can be no doabt of
the truth of his extreme age.
Little is known of hi career, as he has
out-lived those who were children when
he was already very advanced in years.
it is probable, however, that he belonged-
to the Aptos tribe of Indians. For some
time he had been quite feeble, and his"
death was expected to take place at any
moment three days ago the lie v. fath
er Adam administered tbe last sacraments.
Atthe hourof his death Roxas was attend
ed by the Indian who haa been his guar-'
dian for some time past. He remaine'd.
ccrnfcious until within a few moments of
his death, when he became insensible, and
quietly passed Into the world beyond.
vve believe we do not exaggerate in say
ing that Roxas was the oldest inhabitant
of the earth.
The Troy Times prints a letter front a!
citizen of that place, at present sojourning .
in tbe island of Dominica, West Indies;
front which the folldwidg is an extract:
"It is barelv a month since Dr. Freeiand.
n search of sulphur in behalf of an Eng
lish corapany.aceontpanied by Dr. Nich-
olls, of this1 island, with a few servants,
started on a tour of exploration; At a
distance from town, la an air line, of some"
eight or ten miles only, yet by tbe neces
sary circuitous rout td reach, it requiring
some days ol severe labor, struggling witlt
precipices and deepest vegetable entangle
ments, they found an old volcano. Its)
height above the sea is about twenty-tour
hundred feet. They descended about four
hundred feet down the crater to tfce lake
unheard of before but which is to Tank
among the wonders of the world. It is lit
erally a lake of boiling wateft It is about
half a mile wide andtwo miles in ci red in
ference. In the center tbe boiling, foam
ing water jata upward into a sort of dome'
several feet higher than the surface, and
where the rippling waves break upon the
shore the hand cannot be immersed with
out pain so high is the temperature. My
informant is Dr. rucoolla. who has made'
two excursions to this lake" who is well
known here, and bears a most respectabl'
character. He says the water is verv
highly charged with sulphur and mag-
IVbyflifToilrtK-We'll Don't GetXsurrieV
Hew York Cor.-of the Buffalo Courier -It
certainly is not a good time for mar
rying, and it hasnot.beenforseveral'yearsr
past One reason, Jio doubt, is the great
cost of living, which, in one respect af
Ieast-that oflemale dress is fnlly double
that what it -was fifteen years ago.- If
a young man has only a moderate salary
to depend upon tor support, he musr oe
very DOia inaeeu to veaiure into matri
mony with a girl accustomed to what is
called a. comfortable life. Unless she'
happens to be a particularly good and sen-
sible girl it would take most of his salary
to pay her dry goods ana aerssmaaerer
bills. Of court there are such girls, and:
plenty of th em, 1 hope, In some places
but iris only the simple truth to say tbey"
are, rather scarce In New York.;
For this reason, and others too, no
doubt, tbe popularity of matrimony, so'to
speak, appears" to be steadily declining:
Yourrg 'men hold off a great deal mora
than (bey used to, and of Coarse the young
women have nothing for it but to wait
So, recognizing tbis fact, and. not seeing
much probability ot getting husbands
when-they grow older, a great many, of
them turn to practical work, become
doctors, writers or artists, and- manage at
least to make a decent living for them
selves. If voung men were more inclined
to m&tijt the probabilities are that young
women Would be less inclined" to-go-i "
alone' In tbe light professions.
rbT fieeruw or JlnJ. SIorelaiMlV
St Lon'u limes.
Maj. Joseph Moreland, formerly of a
fayette county, Ala, died Saturday morn
ing at the Sisters' hospital in- tbis city.
Tha deceased was forty-eight years; of
age. and was born in Daviess county, Ken
tuCKy. rte receivea a jiuerar cuueauan,
and was a man of most genial and"hospit
able temper and of great intelligence. He
emigrated to Missouri about the year 1853,
and. engaged in farming on a large scale.
He was postmaster at Lexington under Bu
chanan, and after the election ot Mr. Lin
coln he went to Washington City, settled
his accounts with the Postmaster General,
In 1861 he went into the State Guard
under Gen. Jo. Shelby, then Capt Shelby,
with whom he entered the Confederate
service, and with whom he remained till
the close of the struggle, following Shel
by's fortunes into Mexico, where he con
tracted a disease of the bowels, which in
a great measure caused his death. For
several months past he has been an inva
lid with little or no hopes of recovery.
A few days ago, when in extremis, be was
placed by his friends with the Good Sis
ters for treatment, and be had their kind
nursing till death.
An unfortunate old bachelor, wno bar!
perhaps gotten on the shady side of forty,
was heard to exclaim, in the bitterness of
his anguish: "When 1 remember all the"
girjs 1 have met together, I feel like a
rooster in the fall, exposed to every weath
er! 1 feel like one who treada aloce the
barnyard all deserted, whose oatsare.fed.
whose hens are dead, or all to market
A South Carolinian said to a corres--pondent
the other day. "My nane is J.
M. Fielder; and last week 1 saw two
hundred and fifty acres of good bottom
land sell on South Edisto river "for ttnty
dollars. It' was knocked off' under the
hammer of a negro'sheriff, and the' pur
chaser then told the owner he might have
it bick it he would pay him one hundred