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THE Mill S & INTELLIGENCER.
i 11.50 PER ANNUM. 8188 & CO. Baltimore Stove House, No. 39 LIGHT STREET, Housekeepers, Look to your Interest! 8188 CO. are now prepared lo pro- i sent greater attractions and induce- ] inenls than ibis establishment ever before j offered, basing the assertion upon the fol lowing facts : Ist. The variety, beauty and excellence of our patterns. 2d. The unsurpassed finish ofourcast iugs. 3d. The thorough tqpnner which every j Stove is mounted. 4th. The quality of the material used ; in the stoves’ construction. sth. Our determination lo recommend ] nothing we sell but what is good. 6th. The cheapness ot our goods com- : pared with their quality. 7th. Our readiness to attend to small orders with the characteristic faithfulness we bestow upon larger ones. ans Franklinville Store Baltimore County. KEEP constantly on hand a Urge and well assorted stock of all kinds of : Goods adapted to the wants of the public, such as Dry Goods, Groceries, HARDWARE, s&asfr smms 9 . NOTIONS, CHINA AND GLASS WARE, In fact any and every variety of articles necessary to a well assorted stock, all of which will be sold at very lowest Cash prices. The Factory being in operation, it affords a fine market for ctirarxiT :s?:aOTo, for which the highest prices will he paid. The public are invited to call. fe2o M£W Mil. rPHE undersigned have just received a large and well selected stock of Goods suitable for the season. They are con stantly making up the neatest work, and the newest and most fashionable style of Bonnets for the Spring and Sum | Xj mer, to which they invite the atien lion of the citizens of the town and the surrounding country. They also de sire an occasional call from their Baltimore friends, when they want something of ex tra style and finish, as they are aware that the undersigned can and will take pleasure in putting up work of that description. hi addition to all styles of Bonnets, they keep constantly on hand a variety of LADIES’ AND GENTLEMEN’S mmma wa.hi* Such as Ribbons, Laces, Gloves, Hosiery, Suspenders, and many other articles in lire Notion line. Thankful for the liberal patronage here tofore given the - finn, they expect by strict .attention to business to merit its continu ance. M. J. WRIGHT St MITCHELL, Washington street, two doors north of the Railroad, and next door lo Nixon’s Hotel, Havke-be-Gkac£. sep2s FARMERS, TAKE NOTICE! WE are at nil times paying in cash Port Deposile prices lor GRAIN, AT OUR WAREHOUSE IN Bapidum, Harford County, XKCd. Have also on hand a large and well se lected stock of uimm, Well seasoned and of good quality. FINE BONE, GUANO, PHOSPHATE , PLASTER & SALT, Constantly on hand. Farmers will find it to their interest to give us a call. ANDREW ABELS, ju26 Agent fur Davis St Pugh. EXECUTORS’ NOTICE. This is to oivk notice, That the sub scribers Imvt obtained from the Register of Wilis of Harford coo my, Md., Letters Testamen tary on tlie personal estate of J. SIDNEY’ HALL, late of Harford County, dec’d. All persons bav- 1 ing claims against said deceased are hereby noti- 1 fled to exhibit the same, with the legal vouchers ! thereof, on or before the 26M day of July , 1865. ! or they may otherwise by law be excluded from all benefit of said estate. All persons indebted to said estate are request- : ed to make immediate payment. Given’nuder my hand and seal this 261 h day ! of July, 1864. ANDREW HALL, aus „ Executor. COAL! COAL! fjMIE undersigned keeps constantly on hand all kim.s of WHITE and RED “ ASH COAL, which he will sell by tbe cargo or single ton. JOSEPH M. SIMMONS, ju 17 Havre-dc-Gracc, Md. “LET US CLING TO THK CONSTITUTION AS THE MARINER CLINGS TO THE LAST PLANK WHEN THE NIGHT AND TEMPEST CLOSE AROUND HIM.” THE /EGiS AND INTELLIGENCER 18 PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BT BATEMAN & BAKER, AT i One Dollar and Fifty Cents Per Annum , IN ADVANCE, OTHERWISE i TWO DOLLARS WILL BE CHARGED. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One square, (eight lines or less,) three inser tions, SI.OO. Each subsequent insertion 25 cts. One square three months, $3.00; Six months, $5.00; Twelvemonths, SB,OO. Business cards of six lines or less, $5 a year. No subscription taken for less than a year. pffttical. THE SUNNY SIDE. When darkest hours of sadness Come stealing o er the heart; When false ones dare deceive thee, And from Iby side depart; Bear up beneath the anguish, Add breast the sinking tide— For o’er the vale of shadows, Oh ! there’s a sunny side. Let early ties be broken, Whichever thou heid’st dear; It matters but a little The trial how severe; For there are many others in whom thon canst confide, Where'er thy sad heart pineth— Y'cs, there’s a sunny side. Our lifetime here is fleeting, It passelh soon away, •Like fancy's dreamy visions, And Autumn’s wan decay. Then take thon hold in earnest Before though thou hast tried; Life is made up of struggles, There’s yet a sunny side. Tills wide world may look dreary, The tempest loudly roar, While every golden moment The life-boat wafts to shore. Delay not in thy efforts Against the wind and tide, To do what thou wonids't have to do Upon the sunny side. Pistdlancuui What a Suit of Clothes Did. “Mother, said George Maxwell, there’s a poor boy in our school who I wish had gome of my clothes. The boys called him Pinch, he looks so pinched) but he is real clean—his knees and elbows are well patched lie was dreadful cold in school to-day; I know he was, he kept shivering so." “The poor don’t suffer half as much from the cold as you think for,” said his aunt; they get used to it.” “Let’s see you try it,” said George. “Hush, my son,” said bis mother. “Well, mother, just as if flesh and blood would not feel such weather as this, with only a strip of old cloth between them. Aunt is covered with flannel from bead to foot ; no wonder she doesn’t know what cold is.” George and his aunt were not apt to agree, and the worst of it was, they did not agree to disagiec. “What is the boy’s name besides Pinch ?” asked bis mother. “Jed Little ; I guess he has no father, and 1 don’t know where ho lives. I only know he’s a good fellow, and he looks real pitiful this weather.” “Well, said Mrs. Maxwell, “if you can do anything fur him I shall be very glad to have you do so.’’ “Good,” cried George, turning to his book again ; “before to morrow night I’ll take tho shiver out of poor Jed, if I can.” He could now study better. Jed was not at school the next afternoon. George asked vfbere he lived. None of the boys knew—none, at least, that be asked.— After school tbe master told him, and away ho scampered to find him. It was an old block of buildings in another part of the town, which he made a business to search through and through, when bo got there. Presently there was a tap at tile I basement windows, and George spied Jed’s | face at one of the squares. “Hallo,” he criid. Jed came to tho door and peeped out. “Where are you bound down hero ?” he asked. “Como up here,” you old fellow,” said George. “Mother is lining my trousers, apd I’ve got nothing lo wear while she is doing it,” said the boy; “I can’t go out, so you come in.” George went info the little room where the Littles lived—a poor widow with four i children ; whom the long and severe wiu ; ter was pinching to the extent of their ! scanty means. Such a box of a stove, • George thought, and about a porringer of ; potatoes; and Jed with old summer pants on aud a blanket over his shoulders, while j his mother was basting strips of flannel in his old school trousers, aud they the best he had. It was the reality of poverty which lie seldom saw. “1 just thought I would hunt you np,’’ he said, making us If to go; for he felt ashamed of his thick, heavy ooat beside | his halt-clad school-mate, “Thank you ever so much fur coming ; it’s good iu you. Why you see I almost froze in school ycs’eiday, and mother did! ■ not want me lo go till she had time to fix ( | me. She sews tor t-c shop, and has to; s w for us by pcic.meal I wish it was' BEL AIR, Ml). FRIDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 23, 1864. : always sum hut, like the tropics geography tells about. “Poor Jed,’’ said George to himself, as 1 he ran Dome, “poor fellow.” “.Mother,” he cried, as he bounded into I the room with glowing cheeks, “I want, to make up a bundle of my clothes for Jed j Little, quick, mother, quick.” “It is dinner time,” said his aunt. “Dinner,” cried the eager boy, “what ' do 1 care about dinner, when poor Jed j Little is freezing ?” But his mother quieted Lis impetuosity : until after dinner, when she went up stairs with him, and gave him leave to select a ; full and complete suit for the poor boy. George shouldered the bundle, and took ; in his hand a tin pail full of .dinner for the destitute family. 1 “You are a good boy,’’ said his aunt. “Good! lam not good; I’ve not got a spark of goodness in me,” cried he. “My child, how you speak to your aunt,” said his mother, gently laying her, hand on his head. “I know it, mother,” he answered in a 1 gentle tone. “Oh, I know it, and it is rough in me. Auut, will you forgive me for speaking so?” “Go,” said his aunt and mother, both | smiling. “I have had a good visit,” said George, ! on his return, bringing home a serious, j thoughtful, apd look wlkh Kim, j “Jed could not speak—Le only looked and j looked; his mother did the thanking. I ! did not want thanks; only it seemed to | do her good. Jed grabbed my hand when j I come off, and squeezed it so. ‘Some ; lime or other,’ said he—and that was all | he could say.’’ Twenty years or more passed away, and i a poor miner was taken from one of the j Sacramento boats and landed at San Fran cisco. Poor, friendless and sick, he was | scarcely able to walk-, and sank down on a ! box of goods under a shed. In the hur ry, nobody noticed him, or, noticing him, thought it worth while to inquire into his misfortuues. At last, when the bustle bo gau to lull, a couple of men came along. “There’s that poor fellow,’’ they said, “he 1 is never likely to see his home again.’’ “Who is it ?” asked a third. “Don’t know his name,” answered one. “Maxwell, I think,’’ said the other— . “Maxwell, a down-easter.” , The name arrested the attention of a stranger, who stood on the wharf looking over an invoice of goods. “Maxwell !” he looked up and said. “Maxwell! where?’’ They pointed to the sick man, who seem ed to have fallen asleep. lie went toward him. “A good deal older than any Max- : Well I ever knew,” he said. “Maxwell,” i he repeated, half aloud. Ah ! the name 1 seemed to flood him with memories which took him far, far back to his boyhood again. “Maxwell,” he said again, and be was drawn to the poor minor. “Your name is Maxwell,’’ he said, seeing him awake. “That is my name—George Maxwell,” answered the man, “wrecked on a forlorn coast.” “George Maxwell,’’ exclaimed the stranger, grasping the miner’s thin hand in his right honest, healthy grip; “God bless you ! And who am I but Jed Lit tle, able to carry a dozen of you on my back. Como, come ; my home is your home. It is .all summer with me now, and you shall share my summer with me, George Maxwell.” Who cun describe the meeting, or the wonderful faithfulness of God’s provi dence, whereby a bundle of old clothes planted twenty or twenty-five years be fore, yielded an abundant harvest—friend ship, food, hope, shelter, medicine, and a prospect of better business than mining could ever do, for one so delicately brought up as George Maxwellhad been. Singular Marriage Customs. The inequality almost everywhere visi ble in human affairs, is perhaps nowhere more conspicuous than in the contrast be tween the poverty of ceremony which at tends matrimonial unions in some parts of the world, and tho pomp which accompa nies them in other parts—the absence not merely of a priest, but even of a justice of the peace, at the nuptials of the South Sea Islands, and the affluent presence of two or more first class clergymen at the fashionable celebrations in our own socie ty-, , The Siamese used to marry by tho sim ple ceremony of handing over the bride’s I pot ; the couple proceeded homewards as man and wife, without further ado. But as these people now have a king who is de voted to steam engines, telegraphs, and other emblems of progress, doubtless the ladies of his kingdom have obtained glimpses of “woman rights,” imported along with other notions from the United States, and accordingly, no doubt, they do not now suffer themselves to be disposed of in such a fashion. Marriage with all the modern improvements would not un naturally bo one of the earliest reforms in troduced by an innovating female Siam ese. Instead of desiring the presence of two clergymen, the Crimean Tartars are said to value the privilege of having one, even, so little us to keep hiiu standing outside at the bride’s window, through which lie throws his formulas. Other barbarous ai.d semi-barbarous people have ceremonies j elaborate enough, though of a queer char- ; acter. Among certain tiro worshippers' the happy couple are united by u hem of I their garments and led in profession 1 j around a fire. On tlm banks of the Gan -1 ges, the Brahmin priest, tho bride and 1 | hridegrom all boll on to the tail of a cow ; | f another Hindoo custom is for the bride and hridegr-zoom to shower rice on each i other’s head. In Ceylon they are tied together by i the thumbs, the courtship having begun i by the lover sending to buy his future bride’s clothing, which, knowing that it is to be returned, along with a hus band, she readily parts with at her own valuation. Tho Chinese practice of three days’ mourning before a wedding may seem cu rious, hut it is hardly so curious as marry ing a living man or woman to the grave of one betrothed to him or her before death—a custom belonging to another peo ple. Southern Woods and Wood Birds. In vividness and variety the autumnal coloring of Southern woods far surpass our own. It may be that the keen shafts ol green thrust up hero and there servo to “set off” “the coat of many colors.” You can see cones of hills that burn like strange and wonderful gems, and would put out the light in Sinbad’s Valley of Diamonds; great trees, whoso entire foli age resembles a single crimson or golden flower, so evenly and wonderfully are the tints laid on, and all you can think of, us you look, is not a trunk of a tree, j hearing up its crown of painted leaves, but a stem, lightly lifting its one majestic blossom up before-the Lord. I saw such trees and woods, touched and sot on fire with tho sinking sun, last night. I had read in an old volume of the burning bush, and I never saw it till then. How they did kindle and flash up as Day walked along the tops of the forests to his chamber! I believe that, if ever I shall have to take up blind Milton’s “But not to me returns day nor the sweet ap proach of even or morn,” that scene will come back to me again and again—one of the brightest and lovliest pictures iu mem ory. I pray all “practical” men and wo men, to p irdcn me for strewing tho thresh old of this letter very broadly with such trifles as leaves and flowers. But I can not help thinking, with another, that the. Lord loves to look at them Himself.— Would anybody have liked it better, do yon think, had I told him how I saw ouk leaves, as early as September, more richly colored than any I saw last night ?—cost ing far more than the dye of Tyre ? Leaves splashed with blood. Pompeii. From the summit of Vesuvius, the eye surveys tho broad lands round its base, 1 glitteiing with tho suuuy towns of this our century, and among them discerns one city, daijj in sombre brown, like a Capu chin in the midst of a gala. This is Pom pfeii—the irrevocable Past standing with its solemn testimony in the presence of the day that flits by with its trifles and its cares. The small things which bring home this testimony to us have been often enumera ted. All have hoard of the dough kneaded for the oven, the linen wrung out for dry ing, the meat in the not of cooking, the loaves, and fruits, and eggs, and instru ments of the kitchen and the toilet. But the most affecting of all is perhaps not so generally known. On the discovery, in removing the ashts, of a substance ap proaching in shape to human remains, a happy thought occurred, that by making an aperture, and pouring iu wet plaster, the form, which had doubtless wasted away and left a hollow within, might be repro duced. The experiment was eminently successful; and the result as yet has been, the production of four human figures, in attitudes most characteristic, and most af fecting. One group consists of two fe males; it would seem, mother and daugh ter. The, young lies writhing iu the very agony in which she passed away.— One hand convulsively presses a handker chief on her head; one foot is lifted up in her pain. It can be plainly seen that she was covered with a thin night-robe only : the flesh of the shoulder is comparatively smooth, and beneath it tho very texture of the dress can be traced. Time may bring to light many similar records of human suffering, for not more than one-third of the buried city has been as yet disinterred. Curious Calculation.— Few persons have any tolerable notion of thespace which would be occupied by tho population now living on this globe if congregated togeth er; and us to that vast majority, the dea 1, the wildest conjectures have been indul ged in. Some have oven doubted wheth er.such a number of human bejugs could find standing room on the whole face of theearta. Now, taking the present popula tion of the earth to number one thousand millions, and assuming that tho average population uftheearth from the time of Ad am till now has been half that number, and that the generation of meu have averaged forty years each, wo come to this conclu sion—that the smallest county • f England would uflord sitting room lor ad lae men, women, and children, now .alive on earth, and that a number of human beings equaL to all that have ever lived on the face of the earth, might siaud within the area of the largi st county iu England. £3“ A resident of Hartford bought a | dozen eggs the other day, and by itiad ! vertenlly placing live of them in a warm pantry got them as nicely hatched into five chickens us if a heu had sat upon them. One tine morning the little ani maU “peeped,’’ to the great astonishment j of the purchaser. 0 American Hotel Life. The “special” correspondent of tho Loudon Times iu this country has at least y the originality to lay aside the old con -11 ventional way of describing American e manners. Being at Chicago he says : However high the wages of the com mon laborer may be, however easy and ex -1 travagaut the earnings of professional and t commercial people, the American’s life must be a dog’s life, except in the few instances of men achieving boundless wealth. I need no other proof of my as -1 sertion than the preference almost univer ! sally given to hotel and boarding life in - ■ this country over private domestic ar- ! rangements. There is economy in this public life, a sort of shabby, hurry scurry, phiilunstero-liko oconomy,which, perfectly I hideous as it is, suits it to men and fami i lies of limited incomes better than a pri i vale household with lemons at ten cents i a piece, house rent at fabulous pi ices and i Irish female helps, wasteful and slattern i ly, with no iucliuation or aptitude for I work, and uo end of pretensions as to wages. The hotel life of these Americans has \ something more disgusting than oven the | cii/t- and restaurateur habits which seemed i to me the bane of Italian sooicty, The 1 gong has been abolished from most “inst.i --: tutions,” as big hotels are called, and the rush to the dinner hull at mealtime, which converted the TremqiU or.Asjtflr Houses into menageries of wild beasts a quarter of a century ago, has completely gone out of fashion. The American goes down to his breakfast, dinner, tea and supper, calmly and leisurely; sits down delibe rately, pores over his printed bill of fare for eight or ten minutes, and at last is sues his orders to the obsequious blackey, whose hot breath and steaming jacket have been regaling his olfactories ever ' since he thrust the chair under the fas tidious guest’s legs, and shoved him into his place under the mahogany. Between the ordering of a dinner and seeing it spread before him, between soup and fish, and meat aqd dessert courses, an Ameri can’s dinuejr never absorbs less than un hour or an hour and a half’s time. Places are appointed to the convives at the negroes’ convenience or caprice. No acquaintance is sought; little or no con versation is attempted. Indeed, whatever his social propensities may be, the Amer cuu is rather a silent animal at table; he makes his dinner too much of a business to have any lime to waste in friendly in tercourse. Such a host of little dishes and plates, hot and cold, roast and boiled, fish and fowl, sauces and vegetables, en trees and relishes, game, pastry and ice, such un awful hodge-podge of eatables us the waiter lays before the American, and he undertakes to discuss, no continental table d liolu iu old Europe ever exhibited. The Bluffing is simply disgusting, and when you see that out, of 300 to 500 guests at one table-not quite two or three have a wine bottle before them, because wine is of course paid extn,aud the poor est stuff is nut to be had for less than $3 a quart, you .cannot help joining to the conclusion that there is a deadly war be tween host and guest, and that the latter is bent on having bis money’s worth, no mutter how liead-aehish he may rise from his seat, no matter how dyspeptic and sallow his voracious habits may make him for all his'lifetimo. A Wonderful Plant. —Within a few years one of the most singular vegeta ble productions has been discovered iu the Damara country in Africa. Tho plant grows to he a century old, and its trunk attains a circumference of fourteen feet, yet it never produces more than two leaves, and these, singularly enough, are the first or seed leaves of the plaut. Ima gine two leaves of a melon to keep on growing and spreading over the soil until they reach the length of six feet each, and some idea can be formed of this vegetable i wonder. These two leaves, which are split i' to innumerable thongs that lie curl- | iug upon the surface of the soil, are all the | foliage that the plant ever produces. Thu plaut inhabits the dry regions, where rain rarely or never falls, and has uo need of a large surface of foliage. Flower stems spring from tho large trunk, and produce j cones about tho size of those of the spruce fir. This strange plant is allied to the pine family. - ■■♦ Tea Brands and their Meaning.— The following will interest housekeepers; “Hyson” means “before tho rains, ’ or “flourishing spring,” that is, early in the ; spring; hence it is often culled “Young j Hyson.” “Hyson skin” is composed of the refuse of other kinds, the native term for which is “tea skins.” Kefuse of still ! coarser desorptions, containing many , j stems, is called “tea bones.’’ “Bohea” is j the name of the hills in the region where | it is collected. “Pekoe," or “Poco,” I means “white hairs,” the down of tender j leaves.’’ “Powehong,” “folded plant.” j “Souchong,” “small plant.” “Twankay” is the name of a small river in the region where it is bought. “Congo,” from a term ' signifying “labor,” from the care required ■ iu its preparation. see, grandmother, we perforate an aperture iu tho apex, and a correspoad [ ing aperture in the base, aud, by apply- j i j ing tho eggs to tho lips, and forcibly iu - i haling the breath, the shell is entirely dis- [ i I charged of its contents. I I “Bless my soul,” cried the old indy,; 1 1 “what wonderful improvements they do make! Now in my young just made a hole iu both cuds and suck ed.” VOL. VIIL—NO. 39. A Worsted Tradesman. ) A man some six feet three inches in i height and of herculean build, went into • a hosier’s shop in Worcester, the other i day, and asked if they had any ‘whirlers,’ that is, stockings without feet. “No,’’ said tho shopkeeper, “but we have got some famous big and strong stockings, as | will just suit such a person as you.”— j “Lot’s have a look at them,” said the man. The counter was immediately cov ered with a quantity. The working Her cules selected the largest pair, and said, “What’s the price of them ?” “Four shillings and ninepenoe," was tho rejoin der. “Can you out the feet off them ?” was the next query. “Oh, certainly,” said the shopkeeper. “Then cut them off,” was the laconic direction. No soon er said than done The long shop shears were applied, and instantly the stockings were footless. “And what’s the price of ’em now asked the customer, with all the composure imaginable. “Price of ’em now ?” echoed the “worsted” merchant, surprised beyond measure at tho absurdi ty of the question ; “why, four shillings and ninepenoe, to be sure.” “Four shil lings and nincpencc !’’ exclaimed the pur chaser; “I never gave but one shilling and sixpence for a pair of ‘whirlers’ in my life,” and he laid down, the amount upon the counter. “Well,” replied tho tradesman, ohopfullcn and fairly outwit ted, and throwing the mutilations at him, “take them and be off with you I You’ve ‘whirled’ me this time, but I’ll take good oare that neither you nor any of your roguish gang shall do it agaiu as long as I live.” How is it With You ?— At a prayer meeting in tho church of the village of Spuoktown, iu tho State of Maine, a country lad was noticed by one of the elder deacons to hold his. head and wrig gle in his seal, while the tears seemed to start every moment. A clear case of repentance, thought the old deacon, as he quietly stepped to tho side of the lad and iu a whisper affeotio.a ately inquired : “How is it with you, my sou ?’’ The boy looked up, and supposing bi n to be the sexton, answered,! “Oh, very bad, and I want to go out —my innards is kickin’ up a revolution, and if I over oat a currant pie again, my name ain’t Jeems Billins !’’ Mite Society. — A correspondent from Missouri says : “We have recently been having “Mite societies” and-“festivals’’ for the benefit of the poor in our town, and one lady was distributing food aud other necessaries to tho needy. Among others she went to Mrs. Y——, whoso family was said be almost starving. Sai found them without sufficient clothing, without wood, and nut a morsel of food in tho house. “Well, Mrs. Y——, what do you nood most ? what would you like to have ?” Mrs. Y ueditated seriously a mo ment, then her face brightened and she exclaimed ; “Well, I always did want a head dress —they’re so becoinin’l” The ruling passion ! Why The Dyino Never Weep. —The reason why the dying never weep is be cause the manufactures of life have stop pod forever; tho human system has run down forever ; every gland of the system has oeased its functions. In almost all dis eases the liver is the first manufactory that stops work ; one by one-others follow, amt all tho fountains of life are at length dried up; there is no secretion anywhere. H > the eye in death weeps nut; not that all affection is dead to tlio hean, but because there is not a tear-drop in it, any more than there is moisture on the lip. Tin; Machinery of the Human Bouy.—Very few mechanics are aware hew much machinery there is, in constant I action, in their own bodies. Not only are there hinges and joints in bones, but there | are valves iu the veins, a forcepump in i the heart, and curiosities iu other parts of 1 tho body equally striking. One of tho muscles forms an actual pulley. Tho bones which supjiort the body are made precisely in that form which has been as certained, by calculations and experi ments, to be the strongest fir pillars and supporting columns —that of hollow cylin ders. ©Sy* We have a “scion,” says an cx ; change, not yet advanced to the dignity of jacket and trowsers, who, as the genial 1 “Country Parson” would say, seems to un derstand the art of “putting things.’’ It became necessary the other day to inflict a dose of castor-oil, and the little fellow took the sickening stuff as bravely as any ■ veteran could see a bayonet charge. A wry face or two, and bis opinion "of tho | medicament found expression as follows : “Mother, 1 don’t think I quite like cas tor-oil ! its a little ton rich I” Giving Quarter —This phrase is said to have originated from an agreement between the Dutch and Hpaniurds, that the ransom of an officer or soldier should be a quarter of his pay. lienee, to b- g quarter was to offer a quarter of their pay | for their safety, and to refuse quarter was not to accept that comp nsatiou as a ran j sum. , - When you see a man on a moon light night trying to convince his shadow that it is improper to fllow a gentleman, you may be sure that it is high time fur i him to joiu a temperance society.