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COTTON ?INS.
THE UNDERSrONFD IS AGENT FOR
the celebrated Prize-Medal Taylor (Jin, of
which he has sold 25 in this county. Also, the
Nebtett<Si Goodrich Gin, highly recommended
by Col. D. W. Aikcn and others.
On hand. One 50 Saw, and One 45 Saw
TAYLOR (JIN.
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RUBBER BELTING
furnished at Agent's prices.
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POETRY.
UNFINISHED STILL.
A baby's boot, and a flkciu of wool,
Faded and soiled and soft;
Odd things, you say, and I doubt you're right,
Round a seaman's neck this stormy night,
Up in the yards aloft.
Most like 'tis folly;but, mate, look hero;
. When first I went to sea.
A woman stood on yon far-off stand,
With a wedding-ring on the small soft hand
Which clung so close to mo.
My wife?God bless her! The day before
She sat beside my foot;
And thcBimlight kissed her yellow hair,
And the dainty fingers, deft and fair,
Kid tied n baby's boot.
The voyage was over; I eanie ashore;
"What, think you, found I there?
A gr.tvc the daisies had sprinkled white,
A cottage empty and dark as night,
And this beside the chair.
The little boot,'twas unfinished still;
The tangled skein lay near;
But the knitter had gone away to rest,
Width the babe asleep on her quiet breast,
Down in the church-yard drear.
?JMJ." . 111 ? iii_
HIRAM HOGG'S EXPERIENCE.
UY JUDGK CLARK.
When I asked Lucy Bacon to be Mrs.
Hogg, she turned up her pert little nose
and said .she couldn't think of taking
such an outlandish name.
"The name's well enough," I said brist
ling up. "You fwi'gct surely, that like
our dis .inguislt namesake, we spell it with
a double g."
"Do you think spelling it with a dou
ble w would make it any nicer to be
called Mrs. Soww ?" she asked, .saucily.
With a grunt of disgust I turned my
back on the provoking minx, and went
my way,determined to banish her forever
from my thoughIs.
But bhe wouldn't be banished. Her
image, confound it, was as obstinate as
herself. It would stick in my fancy, in
spite of every effort to drive it out.
For some time I treated her with pout
ing dignity, met her pleasant greetings
with stiff bow.--, and paid ostenhitiou?
court to her rival coquette, I'attie Dunn,
who I'detested almost as much as .she
did.
But it was no use trying. I couldn't
bohl out. Instead of resenting my eon
duet, Lucy kept her temper .so admirably
and made herself so charming whenever
we mot, that 1 fairly gave in at last, and
.something like the old relations were res
tored between us.
1 was a bit. of a politician,and had wprk
cd like a beaver, at the last election, to
secure a seat in the Legislature for my
friend Smith, and had succeeded. Now
wns the time to requite my .services, and
be did it.
lie got a bill through changing my
name to Percy Randall. The. cost, in
champagne and oysters, was immense;
but that was nothing to the jokes I was
made the butt of. One old senatorial
reprobate for instance moved that a com
mittee be appointed to report whether my
rechristening should be by sprinkling or
immersion.
I was overjoyed when the thing was
over, and had the' right to present my
self to Lucy as Mr. Percy Randall.
"What a real nice name!'' she said.
"I'm glad you think so," 1 answered;
"permit me to make you the offer of it."
And I caught her hand in mine.
She drew it back gently.
"I?I'm sure I feel very?very much
flattered Mr. Hogg?Randall, I mean,
but?but?"
"But what, dearest?"
"It can never be"
"Never?"
"Never!"
After all the champagne, jokes and
oysters I had stood, that was the answer
I got!
"Traitress!" I exclaimed, "you love
another 1"
There was a confession in her blush as
plain as any words could have spoken.
Ina paroxysm of rage and jealousy I
tore myself from her presence'.
In a month's time Lucy Bacon had
become. Mrs. Salathicl Shoato; and it gave
me pleasure to think that her new name
after all, was little less swinish than tho
one 1 had first offered her.
I got up pluck at last, and removed to
a remote southwestern State, resolved,
under my new name, to commence my
career anew. None* of my old friends
were informed of my abode. It was my
purpose, for the present, to obliterate all
traces of myself. If, mayhap, those who
had oneo known mo one day found ui?
out, it should be when I had made the
name of Percy Randall famous.
I weut iuto politics, cultivated stump
oratory, und was finally nominated for
Congress. It was on the eve of the elec
tion, and my chances of succoss were
excellent. I had gone to the railway
station to meet a friend who had been
canvassing a part of the (listrict,and who
v/aa to meet mennd report progress.
"Hello! Hogg!" exclaimed a voice, as
the train stopped, and the passengers
swarmed out to make the best of fifteen
minutes allowed them lor refreshments.
"Hogg, I say !" repeated the voice, as
I turned my back to avoid recognition
by any one who knew n.e by that odious
name.
A heavy slap on the shoulder left me
no alternative but to confront the voice's
owner, who proved to bo an old chum
whom [ had not seen since the day on
which our veneiablu Alma Mater bad
turned us out, with her blessing, a couple
of jolly Bachelors of Arts.
"Hogg, I say !"
What an embarrassing position! I
could not return the salutation without
admitting either that I was now passing
under an assumed name, or that I was,
for some reason, the possessor of an alias.
Most of those present knew mo, and n cir
cumstnnce so suspicious would be sure,
at the present juncture, to be used to my
disadvantage. I had to decide quickly.
The best course I could think of was to
give my old friend the cut direct and
walk off as though I did not know hi'".
Next looming a handbill come out nd
dressed to "Tho independent voters' ?f
?l ash cm."
"Men of Slashcm!" it began?"do you
wish to be rep rasen ted in the halls of a
nation by a coward?" Then followed a
statement backed by numerous affidavits,
to the effect that I bad suffered myself to
be publicly insulted?in short, to be call
ed a "hog" three several times?without:
resenting it.
It was a regular fire-eating communit).
Tho faintest suspicion that a man wasn't
ready to fight to tho death on the least
provocation,atc.nce lost him caste, char
acter, and influence. I. had no plausible
explanation to idler, and no time to offer
it had I one. I was overwhelmingly de
feated, and went to hide my disgrace
where I trusted none would ever invade
my obscurity.
Not long iiftcr, an advertisement in a
newspaper attracted my notice. It re
quested the surviving relatives of K/ekiel
Hogg ta report themselves to a certain
legal gentleman, from whom they might
learn something to their advantage.
I had a pa tern 1 uncle named Kzekiel,
who had gone abroad many years ago,
and of whom the family had never since
heard. It might be that he had died
leaving a handsome fortune; and that I
was the nearest heir. At all event} the
thing was worth looking alter. Tho fail
ure of my recent plans had placed me in
such circumstances that a lucky windfall
would prove most acceptable.
I scraped together money enough to
make the journey necessary to reach the
lawyer's place of residence. It was as I
bad conjectured. Ezckiel Hogg wa3 my
uncle. He was dead, and had left-an
enormous fortune?I don't want to recol
lect how much.
1 explained my relationship to the
deceased.
"If you establish what you say," repli
ed the lawyer, "you are his nearest heir.'
'And of course, entitled to his fortune'
I remarked.
"May I ask a question?'' inquired the
lawyer.
"Certainly," I answered.
"What is your name?"
"Percy Randall," I said; 'it was Hiram
Hogg, but 1 bad it changed by an Act of
the Legislature."
The old lawyer looked at me and shook
bis head.
"Most unfortunate!" he added.
"How so?" I asked. "Surely the naino
can make no difference."
'It makes a vast difference in this case,'
ho returned. "Your uncle had some pe
culiar notions, it Beems. He only wished
his fortune to remain in the family, but
in his name. His will provides that it
shall go to his nearest relative bearing
the name of Hogg."
It needed no elaborate opinion to ena
ble mo to seo the poiut. Tho fortune
that would have been mino went to some
trump?ry third or fourth cousin, and all
through my stupid lolly in changing my
name to gratify a whim of faithless Lucy
Bacon, whom I lost to hoot.
A Southern Heroine.
by u. K. 8.
Tho times which try mens' souls, gen
erally develope the heroic in woman's
narure. We had several instances of
this during the late war for Southern
independence; und though we bad no
Joan] of Arc, leading our troops on to
victdrv, we had women as bravo as Joan,
j
and,;alas! almost as unfoituna e.
When the war clouds first arose Mrs.
Rose Greenhow was residing in Washing
ton' She threw herself jwith nil the
enthusiasm of her nature into the South
ern cause, which was dearer to her thau
life itself. Possessed of determination,
great courage, keen powers of observa
tion, cool, and wary, she had the very
qualities to fit her-for the role she de
signed to act. Moving in the most ar
istocratic circles, thrown in daily contact
with the statesmen of the cjoutitry, she
saw and knew much that her wisdom
taught her would he of use to the South
? rn cause and she put her khowledgo to
account.
The first service that she rendered to
the young Confederacy was to send word
of Rio approach ofttho Northern troops
our their way to\ Richmond. Thomas
Jordan, Adjutant-General, sends her
word, "Let them come; we are ready for
them. We rely upon you for precise
information" &c.
Few persons know to whom the South
is indebted for the wonderful triumph
at Bull Run. When Mrs. Greenhow
ascertained that tho Federal troops in
tended to intercept Johnson by culling
the Winchester railroad, and thus pre
vent him reinforcing Beauregard, sjie
despatched the information*. Tho result,
is well known; the battle, 'ho rout, me
things of history; aud, had not tho after
conflicts which ensued fully proved the
bravery of the Federal army, the world,
judging by the Bull Run panic, would
have had but a poor opinion of Northern
valor. In the following communication
Mrs. Greenhow received ample reward :
"Our President and our General direct
mo to thank you. We icly upon yon for
further information. Tho Confederacy
owes you a debt. (Signed) Jordan. Adju
tant General."
Now fairly started on her dangerous
mission, this wonderful woman daily for
warded the most valuable information
South. Drawings of the fortifications
around Washington were sent, and every
species of information that could be of
service to the cause she had espoused.
In those days, when suspicion was on
the alert, it was natural that Mrs. Green
how should be suspected of giving "aid
and comfort to the enemy." She was
watched, and, at length, was made pris
oner in her own house. For seven days
the police were busy at work examining
her papers and investigating her house;
her voiy pictures wore taken from the
wall on suspicion that treasonable paper.*
were concealed behind them. Guards
placed at her door, and in the presence
of rude men she had to perform the du
ties of her toilet.
During her long captivity she had her
little child with her, a lovely girl of eight
years. Nothing daunted, even from her
prison, tho prisoner managed to forward
to the South all important information
that reached her. Her woman's wit was
too keen for tho detectives, and her dar
ing, tact, and courage soared as boldly
as ever. While a prisoner in hoi own
house, she was subjected to the most rig
orous treatment, and when removed from
thence to the Old Capitol Prison, her
miseries were increased. This refined
and high-spirited woman, whoso life had
been passed amid all luxurious elegan
nies of weulth and high social position}
was now locked up in a small room, with
nothing more downy to sleep on than, a
.straw bed, and nothing more palatable to.
cat than coarse prison fare. Her spirit
never faltered, although her body grew
weak; and for ten long weary months,,
she endured her hard lot with the sublim
niest fottitude.
Tried by a military commission, she
was sentenced to be sent South ; and
when^worn and weary she at length
reached the end of her journey, the
words of the Southern President fell
like music on her car, "But for you
there would have been no battle of Bull
Run."
She diu not live to see the downfall of
the cause for which she had risked her
all. In attempting to run the blockade
at Wilmington, on her way from En- j
gland, she was drowned, and her body
was afterwards recovered. Thus ended
the life of this brilliant and courageous
woman, whotbiowing her whole soul in?
to the Southern cause, was glad to suffer
for it. When we make up our list of
heroic Southern women let us not forget
Rose Greenhow"*.
A Leaper in Detroit.
There is at present in one of the public
institutions of this city a genuine, well
defined case of leprosy. The victim is
John McCarthy, a native of Buffalo,aged
twenty-one years. He has been nfllietcd
with it ever since his earliest recollection,
and has led a vagrant life, wandering, a
hopeless outcast, from city to city, occa
sionally dropping into nlmshouscs and
frequently finding refuge in penal institu
tions as a vagrant. McCarthy is covered
with white scales which fall off constantly
and are ns constantly renewed. These
are on the scalp, face and hands' and also
cover some portions of the body half an
inch in thickness, having the appearance
of dried codfish skin.
Physicians, accustomed as they are to
sad sights, have turned away from the
contemplation of McCarthy's horrible
case, sick in body and spirit. The patient
is rapidly becoming imbecile fiotn dis
turbed nutrition and want of rest, for
until recently he has scarce been known
to sleep. The entire of tho affected region
is a mass of leprous irritation,and a show
or of .-eales Hies off with the least motion,
tho bed presenting the appearance'.some
what of* having been literally strewn with
coarse bran. Medicines thus far have
bad but little effect, owing in part, no
doubt, to bad hygicncc, poor food, and
insuflicien' clothing. Now his condition
seems a little improved. Even should
he improve for si time, tho disease would
probably return with all its original viru
lence.
McCarthy long since reached a condi
tion of mind where ho regards the pros
pect of death ns a blessing infinitely to
be preferred to longer endurance of his
present pitiable condition. Such is leprosy!
?luce Pf&a.
Pat and the Deacon.
Some months ago, as Deacon Ingalls
'?was traveling through the western part
of the State of New York, he fell in with
auIrishman who had lately .arrived in
the country, and was in search of a bro
ther who had come before him and settled
in some of the diggings in that part of
the country.
? Pat was a strong man, a true Roman
Catholic, and had never seen the interior
of a Protestant church. Ingalls was a
pious man. He tohl Put be was going
to church, and invited bis newly made
friend to accompany him thither, his des
tination being a small meeting bouse near
by. There was a great revival thereat
that time, and one of the deacons, who
was a very small man in stature, invited
brother Ingalls to a seat in bis pew.?He
accopted the invitation, followed by Pat,
who looked in vain for the alter, etc.
After he was seated, he turned around to
brother Ingalls, and, in a whisper that
could be heard all around, he inquired:
'An' Isn't this a heretic church?'
'Hush !'said Ingalls;'if you speak a
word they will put you out.'
'Divil a word will 1 speak at all at nil,'
replied Pat'
The meeting was opened with u prayer
by a very devout looking pastor, who
gradually grew more frcvent in his devo
tions. Presently the deacon uttered an
audible groan?'Amen!'
'Hist, ye black guard! Have ye no
Jaccncy at a'l ?' sai<l Pat, at the sairlo
time giving him a punch in the Tibs,
which caused him to looso his oquilu
brium.
The minister stopped, and, extended^
his hands in a suppliant manner, said : .
'Brethren, we cannot be disturbed in
this way. "Will some of you put that
man out?'
'Yes'your rivorence,' shouted Pat^T"*
will do it very quickly indade.' > *dJ
And, suiting the action to the word* h?,
collared tlio deacon, .and, to the utter
horrow of tho pastor, brother Ingalls,
and the whole congregation, ho dragged
him up the aisle, und, with a tremendous^
kick, s nthim sprawling into the. vesti
bule of the church.
Is it not a beautiful idea that the more;
we sink into the iufirmaties of age, .tb.ei
nearer we nro to immortal youth? All
persons arc young in tho other .worbL,
That state is an eternal spring?pure,
fresh, and flourishing. Now to pass
from midnight yito noon on a sudden??
to be'deorepit one minute, and all spirit
and activity the next?must be a delight
ful change. To call this dying is. an,
abuse of lannrnajre.
"Wanted b) a boy?a situation in an'
eating-house. He understands the busi
"css- -iiu ??
m-A King's Fool, who was condemned to
die, was allowed to choose the form of
death, and chose old age,
Franklin tells us that there are but two *
things certain in this world, viz ; death
taxes.
The latest natural curiosity is a dog'
which has a whistle growing at the end
of his tail. He calls himself when wanted^,
A man writes to tho editor for $4, "he
causo he is infernally short," and ho gets
in reply the heartless response, "Do as I
do, stand up on a chair."
General Grant thinks tho Republican
party has too much dead weight to carry?
and that it is time to lighten the ship,
whereupon the Boston Post mildly sug?
gest that "he should jump off."
An Arabian having brought a blush
on a maiden's cheek by the earnestness
I of his gaze, said to her: "My looks have
painted roses in your cheeks; why forbid
me to gather them? The law permits
him who sows to reap the harvest."
A French gentleman, who had heard
rum called spirits, went into a hotel a
few evenings since, and called for a glass
of punch, requesting at tho same time
that it should be made with "ghosts from
the Vest Indies."
An extentric old Yankee, who lived
alongside of a graveyard, was asked if it
was not an unplcasent location. "No,"
said he, "I never jiiicd places in all my
life with a act of neighbors that minded'
their business so stiddy as tfcey do."
At a school where words were given
out for subjects in composition, a "mute
inglorious Milton" produced this sen
tence on the word "panegyric":?"A few
drops of panegyric,given ona large lump
of sugar, are often best for an infant with
the stomach-ache."
It is stated that in a certain district i\
the far "West mosquitoes are so plentiful
that they arc unable to get on a stranger
all at once, and so they stand round in
relays, and wa it for their turns liko cits
turners in a barber's shop.
Miss Clara Pensive (to her drawing
master)?"What an ugly model youmust
have had for that young lady in your
picture, Mr. Pigment!" Air. Pigment?
"Do you think so? My sister was tho
model." Miss Chun Pensive?"Ahl good
grncous me! Yes, I ought to have known
it, shtTis so like you."
"Where arc you going?" said a young
gentleman to an elderly one in a white
cravat, whom he over took a few miles
from Little Rock. "I. am going to heaven
my son I have been on the way eighteen
years." "Well goodbye old fellow; if you
have been traveling townrds heaven
eighteen years, and got no nearer to it
than Arkansas, I'll take another route."
