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1869. VOL. XIII. —NO. 32. The Democratic Messenger, Published Etebt Saturday by LITTLETON DENNIS, Proprietor AT SNOW MU. WONCESTER CO.. MO. SnhM’riptiou, $1 a Year in Advance. Liberal arrangements made with dubs. Correspondence solicited from all parts o! the county. ADVERTISING RATES. One dollar for one inch space will be charged Tor the first Insertion, and fifty cents for each subsequent insertion. A liberal discount will be made on quarterly llx months, or yearly advertisements. Local notices will be inserted at 20 cents per line. Marriage and death notice* Inserted tree. Obituary notices inserted at half advertislm; rates. AP, advertising bills are due after the first insertion, unless otherwise agreed upon. LITTLETON DENNIS. Snow Hill, Md PROFESSIONAL CARDS. A DIAL P. BARNEB, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office opposite Court House, Snow Hill. Md. Will visit Pocomoke City every Saturday. Btr!ct attention given to the collection ol claims. p LAYTON J. PURNELL, v ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office opposite Court House, Snow HIM, Md. Btrlct attention given to the collection oi claims. Will visit Berlin on the second Satur day of every month. I?DWARD D. MARTIN, “ ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office opposite Town Hall, Berllr, Md. Special attention given to the collection of c’afms. pDWARD B. BATES, (Late of Baltimore Bar,) ATTORNEY AND COINSELOR-AT-LAW, j Bnow Hill. Md. Office opposite Court House, adjoining the Post Office. GEORGE M. UPSHUR, ATTORSEY-AT-LAW. Office, Court House Square, Snow Hill. Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. W. PURNELL, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office, opposite Court House. Know Hill, Md. Claims promptly collected. Will visit Poco moke City on the second Saturdav of eaeh month. W. COVINGTON, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office, Court House Square, Bnow Hill, Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. SAMUEL H. TOWNSEND, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office, opposite Court House, Snow Hill, Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. \7M. SIDNEY WILSON, ” ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office on Washington Street three doors above Post Office. Know Hill, Md. Immediate attention given to the collection of claims. T|R. E. E. DASHIELL, 17 DENTIST. Office, opposite Franklin House, Snow Hill. Will visit Berlin on Thursday, Friday and Saturday of each week. All operations on the teeth performed in the most skillful man ner, MOTELS. NATIONAL HOTEL, (Late Col. Dymock's.) Opposite Court Woukc, Know Hill Mil. Large Airy Rooms, Excellent Table, Home Comforts Permanent and transient guests kindly re ceived and hospitably entertained. Terms, 51.50 per day. Hacks at the R. It. Depot to meet all trains J. S. PRICE. Prnprl- tor. SALISBURY HOTEL, ULMAN A BRO.. Proprietors. Division oppositt l (Jourt Hottso, SALISBURY. MD First-class Restauraut, Billiard Parlor. Bar, and Livery Stable attached. Free Hr.cks at Depot to meet all trains. Passengers conveyed to any part of tho Peninsula upon the most favorable terms. TEBMS. $1.50 PER DAY. First-class accommodations and home com fort*. CLARKE HOUSE, POCOMOKE CITY, MD. H. C. POWELL, Proprietor. Accommodations Unsurpassed FIRST-CLASS BAR ATTACHED. Twilley A Bros.’ Livery Stable connecte-* win this House. ATLANTIC HOTEL (Late English s.) CHINCOTEAGUK ISLAND. VA. W. 1. MATTHEWS * CO., Proprietors. The undersigned beg leave to inform thelt friends and tbe general public that they have leased and refurnished the above elegant and commodious house, and are now prepared to accommodate permanent snd transient guests in first-cla** style. Large airy room*. Horae comfort*. Fine Sea and Bav Fishing, Gunning and Bathing, etc. Th* table Is provided with Wild Fowl, Terrapin, Fish, Oysters, Crabs, and all tbe lnxnrles of the season. Pleasure boats of all kind*. guides, fishing lines, decoy*, ponie*, etc., always ready for the use of guests. First-class Bar attached. Choice wines, Iqnors, alee, beer* and cigars. Passengers for Chincoteagne connect with steamer for the Island at Franklin Glty, the termlnns of tbe Worcester Railroad, morning and evening. Connection may also be made dally at Nashville. All who visit the Atlantis may rest assun d that they will receive cour teous treatment and excellent fare. Year patronage is respectfully solicited. W J. MATTHEWS A 00. SNOW HILL, WORCESTER COUNTY, MARYLAND, SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 1881. I IF SHF COULD ONLY COOK. I You have not changed, my Geraldine ; Your voice is just as sweet and low, Yon are as fairy-like in mien. As four and twenty mouths ago. Since Hymen tied the fatal knot I’ve basked within your glance’s beam : Your beauty has not dimmed a jot. Your realize a poet's dream. A poet craves for tionndless love And beauly of the first degree ; I d do with less than that, my dove— I’m much more moderate than he. The gleam from dark-fringed eyelids sent, The witchery of tone and look. 1 would forego to some extent, My Geraldine- if yon could eook ! A Fascinating Ghost. YY T ANTED—A young gentleman who knows * “ how to spell, and who writes a good hand, to do copying in the country for two or | three mouths. Must remain lti employer’s I house. Address in own hand, staling what ' salary is expected, X., Box 1,400, this office. I was very much in need of a situa tion, and I answered the advertisement. The reply came from Sol. Humphreys, i Sol. Humphreys!—the last man in the . world I would voluntarily have written to, and for employment, too! Two years before, I had a nice little flirtation with pretty Mabel Humphreys, and it had gone so far that if tho crash in my affairs had not occurred, I believe there | might have been an understanding, if • not an engagement. But as it was, I ; pnt away all thoughts of love and love making, and dropped pretty Mabel S very suddenly, without any kind of an ' understanding, and I had ‘not seen her since. And now to think I had fairly got myself into it again! But, I re- I fleeted, I might not see much of Mabel, ! after all. So much the better. Bread ‘ and butter were a necessity, and I would go and make tbs best of it. The next morning I caught the train, but missed my breakfast, and by the time 1 reached the lionse I was decidedly hungry. Mr. Humphreys met me at the door, and I was pleased to see he did not seem to remember me at all. He put up his eyeglasses, and inspected me from head to foot. •’Suppose you come iu and have some breakfast. You haven't had any, 1 suppose ?” I said I had not. “Well, come in and have some.” After breakfast Mr. Humphreys led the way into the library, and motioned me to take a chair, while he explained what my work was to be. He had been writing a history, or text-book, of ferns —he was an enthusiastic botanist—and wanted it copied for press. The work of rewriting ihe whole thing legibly, was more than he wished to undertake, so he had advertised for an amanuen sis. After this had lieen explained to me, Mr. Humphreys started up. ‘ Get your hat, Mr. Wolcott. I want to show yon around.” All through the lionse and all over the place he took me, and when he got to the farther extremity of the groimds he paused, and pointing to a hnge stone house beyond, said, “I’m trying to buy that house; I'm very anxious to get it, but my daughter objects.” I asked him why she objected. “ Well, you see, it hasn’t been occu pied lately, and she says its gloomv; says its liannted, and she wouldn’t like to live in it. ” “Miss Humphreys can’t really believe that to be true,” I answered. “I don’t know whether she does or not. She’s away now, but she’ll be home to-morrow, and perhaps she’ll be more reasonable.” The next day Mabel arrived. She met mo politely, went through the iu , troduction gracefully, and acted as if she ha<l never seen me before. There was not the slightest half-glance of recognition: she evidently intended to consider me a recent acquaintance. With curious inconsistency 1 could not help being a little disappointed, while at the same time I was immensely re lieved. I don’t know what I hatl ex pected—a start, a blush, just the shy, , pleased look of a girl toward an old ; friend not yet forgotten; or was it haughtiness,hardly veiled anger,disgust? Whatever I had expected, I got nothing at all but pleasant, meaningless words, great politeness, great civility. I had nothing whatever to do with, and could have no interest in, the intimacy that formerly existed lietwcen Mabel Hum phreys and James W. Wolcott; he was one man, and I was another. And so the days went on, and she was always friendly with her father’s copyist. Toward the end of July Ned Hum phreys came home, and bronght Mr. ; Butter-Scotch Steele with him. Mr. | Steele’s baptismal name was William, . but he had been rechiislened by Lis I friends Butter-Scotch, on account of his i fondness for that particular kind of J candy. 1 Ned was quite a boy, and a capital j fellow at that, and he and I soou be ; came firm friends; but Butter-Scotch 1 : loathed. I really don’t know why I | loathed him so much, unless because j there was a rumor afloat that Mabel ; was making up her mind to renonneo the bangs and bangles of a single life, and henceforth stick to Butter-Scotch, j Of course this of itself was enough to j make me contemplate placing an extra | ordinarily bent pin on his chair, or con verting his overcoat pocket into a re ; pository for a litter of baby kittens. ■ But independently of this rumor I had distinct and positive impression that I loathed the man just as he was, whether be ever succeeded in marrying Mabel ,or not. Of course it was none of my business, but it did seem a pity to stand by and see her become the missing rib, ; thereby completing the anatomy of such a molly-coddle. One morning I was standing on the piazza —just finishing a tiioe cigar Mr. Humphreys bad presented me with the day before, with the remark that “he didn’t mind a man smoking once in a while, if he smoked tobacco, but he abominated cabbage ’’—when Mabel came out. i “ Mr. Wolcott," she said, “ are you going to be busy for a few minutes ?" "I think not,” I replied. “Mr. ! Humphreys doesn’t want to begin for | half an hour yet.” “ 'Tis Liberty Alone that Gives the Flower of Fleeting Life its Lustre and Perfume—and We are Weeds Without it.” “Then will yon come to the croquet ground and finish yonr cigar there ?” “ Certainly,” I answered, “ with pleasure.” Offering her my arm over to the ground we strolled, and Mabel sat down !on one of the rustic seats. Without preamble of any kind, slit began : “ I know you have a friendly feeling for us all, Mr. Wolcott, and I want to i ask your opinion and advice.” I bowed, for she was unquestionable right about my kindly feeling, but wondered what was coming. She went on: “What do you think of Mr. Steele?” Well, that was a poser ! What did I think of Butter-Scotch ? That he was a fool, of course ; but I reflected that it wouldn’t do to tell her so, particularly if she was going to— Oh, no! it wouldu’t do at all. “ Why do you ask, Miss Hnm \ phrej s?” r “I will tell you frankly. There is a n very strong inclination on papa’s part to l buy the stone house.” “ Yes, I know there is.” “ And I don’t want him to.” “ May I ask why not ?” “ Because it’s haunted, i “I don’t see how that affects Mr. i Steele—he isn’t haunted.” ' Mabel laughed. “ I don’t suppose ho 1 is. But that isn’t what I mean. I want to know if he is courageous enough to go there and see if it is really haunted.” : “Oh, I guess he’s pretty brave ;he ' says he is, and Mr. Humphreys thinks so, too, I believe.” J “ Yes, papa is so enthusiastic over 1 Mr. But—l mean Mr. Steele’s kind | heart and religions feeling ; he thinks he must be a good man, and not easily frightened.” She looked at me square ly. “ And I want to know if he’s a man fully to be trusted—” “ With untold wealth ?” * “ No; to see a ghost.” “ Ah ! I see !” “ You’re brave too, aren’t you, Mr. ; Wolcott?” “ You're very kind to say so, bnt I as sure you there never was a worse coward than f am. I’ve no courage at all—l’m all brain ! Now there’s the difference between Mr. Steele and myself.” ! Mabel rose. “ Yes, I see the differ ence,” she said. “I am very much obliged to yon, Mr. Wolcott, for your good advice. I wasn’t sure whether he would undertake it. Brain is a good thing, so is courage ; I prefer a happy mixture.” And with a pleasant little nod she sailed off. I never saw until afterward what a comparison I had made—one all courage and no brain, and tbe other all brain and no courage. I had muddled things badly, that was evident, and tho worst of it was that she never gave me an opportunity to let her know I had not intended disrespect to her future liege. All this time Sol. Humphreys never ceased talking about buying the stone house. At last Mabel made the proposi tion that some night we three, Ned, Butter-Seotch, and myself, should go there and stay until morning, aud if our report was “ no ghosts,” she would not say any more against the purchasing scheme; but if anything diabolical or mysterious happened, that her father wns to give up the idea. Our consent being asked, we cheerfully gave it, and as one time was as good as another, we decided to make the experiment that night. Armed each with a stout stick and a pillow, we advanced upon the haunted dwelling about nine o’clock, and were 1 admitted by the mau in charge, whose -head-quarters were in an adjoining building, which communicated with the 1 house by a long entry, at the end of ■ which was an iron door. This door was closed and bolted after us, and wo were 1 left to make our explorations in our own ; way. i for one did not exjtect to see any | thing supernatural, but Mabel’s stories : were very vivid, and I would have liked ' to oblige Iter by seeing something un canny. We had brought a lantern with us, aud Butter-Scotch had very self ’ sacriticingly taken charge of it. So we ascended the siairs, ami made a tour of the upper floors, then descended, aud made another tour of the ground-floor * i and cellar, and Butter-Scotch considered the exploration so thorough that he 1 strongly advocated going home and to bed, and bringing in a scaled verdict, “No ghosts.” But we wouldn’t hear 1 of it. So, having made sure that the 1 front door was unlocked on the inside, aud could be opened instantaneously if ! the proposed ghost were disposed to be violent, or use language unfit for “ears ' polite,” we made ourselves as comfort -1 1 able in the hall as the circumstances of no lied and an indefinite ghost would 1 allow. Ten o’clock—no ghost. Eleven—not a sound. Eleven-thirty—“ Ned, you’re snoring.” 1 ; “Oh no; I was thinking how—” 1 ! “ Great heavens !” whispered Butter i j Scotch. ! “Where? where?" we asked, I simultaneously. Butter-Scotch wiped a moth off his ! cheek. “ I thought you saw something,” Ned : ! said to him, irritably. “He went in my eye. I guess you’d 1 cry out if a bug went in your eye.” “That’s all right, Scotchy. You’re game, eh, old mau ?” ' “This is sheer nonsense,” Mr. Steele ‘ i explained. Whirr-rr-rr, fizz, thupp ! Bntter-Scotch yelled, and started up. : “Sit down. Don’t yon know a June : bug when you hear one ?” “Was it, indeed?” and Bntter-Scotch I i wiped his forehead. r Suddenly there was a crash some- I where in the house. “By George!” gasped Ned, “we’re [ in for it, boys, and don’t you forget it 1” I don’t know how long we waited, 5 but then it began again—first a sneeze, then a hissing sound, then a pail roll j ing down stairs, followed by an assort . ment of dust-pans and fire-irons, n This was first-class. After the storm p oeased, Butter-Scotch, in a committee | of one, proposed that we should alter the verdict to “ghosts emphatically,” a and go home. It was entertaining, but, ” to tell the truth, he was sleepy. Iu e few minutee there was another r I crash, and we saw something white on I the stairs, slowly and solemnly approach- ing. As it neared the bottom, it raised an arm ; a low moan came from it, and a rasping sound of a by no means cheer ful character. Bntter-Scotch made for the door, and in his excitement pushed against it in stead of pulling, so he couldn’t get out. The ghost, seeing onr fright, uttered a shriek, and came swiftly toward ns. This was too mnch for flesh and blood to bear, and Bntter-Scotch yelled, “Mur der ! thieveß! fire!” frantic with horror, and we all three pulled and pushed, be side ourselves with fear. Just as the ghost had nearly reached us, Ned pulled the door open, and there was a crash and a rush, aud before I knew what had happened, the door was shut to with a bang, and I was left in darkness iu the hall, with the knowledge tha( beastly ghost was where it could touch me if it wanted to. A second of silence, and then a voice hissed, “Cow ards !” I indorsed that opinion heartily, but the others were greater cowards than I was ; I wouldn't have kicked the light out of the lantern, or shut the door on them. There was a yawn, and then the thing said, “Oh, my 1” I plucked np my spirits a little. The ghost had sense enough to be sleepy, and I thought I could stand a little talk, if it would only keep hands off. Possi bly it wanted to find the door, for it came straight toward me. But the knob wasn’t where the phautom thought it onght to be, and the seeking hand rested for about two seconds on my nose. The touch gave me courage ; it was warm, soft, and pleasant as a . woman’s. I stretched out my arms, and grasped the phantom. It shrieked and started, but I was strong, and the i ghost was solid, so it didn’t get away. I didn’t feel afraid of it then ; on tiie i contrary, it seemed afraid of me. “Dear ghost, sweet ghost,” I said, 1 “I won’t hurt you.” The answer came trembling and low : “What are you saying? Who sent < you ?” “Why, my darling ghost,” I said, i “the lady that’s going to be Mrs. But- 1 ter-Scotch.” “How do you know sho is?” “Oh, I know well enough. You must be a smart ghost not to know that!” i “ She doesn’t love him.” “Oh, yes, she does. My sweet little ] phantom, you’re entirely mistaken. Come, I’ll see if I can’t light the lan- i teru, if that insane booby hasn’t smashed it all to pieces in getting ' out. ” “ Let me go, please,” the ghost l begged, in a very polite manner; and as it spoke, tho words sounded to me very j much as from a human voice disguised, i and yet I couldn’t see for the life of me how anything human could have got I into the house after we came in, or how anything human could have made such au everlasting row, and rattled its bones so unpleasantly. But the ghost’s hands : had flesh on them. My cariosity was aroused, so I said, “ No, I can’t let you go.” “It’s wrong—hugging me, when yon love another.” “ Whom do I love?” “ Mrß. Butter-Scotch, of course. I know all about it.” “ You do, eh ? Then I suppose you know’ how it all happened ?” “ Yes, of course 1 do.” “ Do you know why I stopped ?” “ Because you hadn’t money enough to ask her to marry you. ” “ You're perfectly right, my dear lit tle ghost; but neither you nor 1 know whether she’d have married me even if I had happened to have plenty of money. I wish you’d tell me that.” “I won’t do anything of the kind. I’m perfectly surprised at myself for talking to a mortal so long. Go back to the Humphreyses, and tell them what yon have seen. If the old man buys this house, won’t I make it hot for him ! Good-by, mortal.” But I wouldn’t let go of the ghost’s arm. “ Please let go of me now,” the phan tom beseeched. A bright idea came to me. I said : “Can I trust yon? Is a ghost’s word for anything ?” With great dignity it answered : “Yes; I never lie.” “ All right. If you’ll promise to meet me to-morrow evening under the old apple-tree on Mr. Humphreys’s place at ten o’clock, I’ll let you go.” And as I released my hold the ghost seemed to vanish away, and I opened the door and went out. My senses were dazed in the open air; the evening had been so strange, so almost suspicious, that I could not fathom it all at ouco. Besides, I hatl allowed the ghost to go before it had given the promise to meet me again. I remembered my stupidity with regret, but fomehow I felt the ghost would con sider the promise as having been given, and be at the trysting-place. At .the house they had given me up for lost, and were discussing all manner of plans for my rescue, and Ned was on the point of coming for me alone, as Mr. Steele could not be persuaded to enter that house again until daylight. How ever, the thing was settled, and Mr. Humphreys accepted our report un questionably, but with great regret, and . the next morning Mabel was informed of the result. At last the evening came, and we were on the piazza. Mabel had ' retired with a headache, and the rest of 1 ns smoked onr cigars and followed our own thoughts in silence. As it neared ten, 1 arose leisurely, aud strolled off to tho old apple-tree. I had been there but a few minutes when I saw a white figure approaching as if from the ad joining place, and it came straight to mo and stopped at my side. I lifted my hat. “Good evening,” I said. The phanton responded with a neat little ghostly courtesy. “ Mortal, I never tell a lie,” it said. “Will you shake hands? Truly a* ghost’s word can be believed." The phantom gave me its hand, but after I had held it a decent length of time, tried to regain possession of it. i “Does the old gentleman believe?" ■ asked the ghost. “ Yes; it’s all right—he won’t buy the house now. You can remain alone in it in undisturbed possession.” ■ j “I don’t want to stay alone in it.” i 1 “ Well, my sweet phantom, I don’t ■' see how you’re going to fix it. Haven’t you got any relatives to come and help you he gay ?” “No; none.” “ That’s bad. I know the dust-pan and fire-iron business is jolly, and then it does sound awfully cheerful to have pails rolling down stairs; but it’s like playing billiards—gets monotonous if yon haven’t any one to play with.” The ghost sighed. “What’s that for?” I inquired. “ Don’t you like being a ghost ?” “ Not a bit.” “ Dear me ! Would you like to be an ordinary common mortal person ?” “Yes.” “My ! And get married ?” “ Yes, I guess so—l don’t know.” “Well, I’m very fond of you, dear little ghost.” “ I don’t believe you. You’re fond of somebody else.” “ Well, well; you told me that before and I don’t deny it; bnt, my sweet little phantom, she don’t care two cents for me now.” “ How do yon know ?” “ Oh, I know it very well.” “ You’re wrong. Why don’t you go and ask her ?” “ I’m not going to insalt her.” “Do yon call that an insult?” “Yes—from one in my position. Sweet ghost,” I said, coming nearer, “let's make believe you’re my angel,” putting my arms around her aud draw ing her to me. “ Then you don’t love her ?” “ On the contrary, its because I love her so much that I want to make believe you’re Miss Mabel.” The ghost submitted with a good ace, but forgot her assumed ghostli ness. “James!” she Baid, aud the voice carried me hack two jears, and my darling was revealed to me. “ Mabel, Mabel,” I said, “ what is this ? Does it mean you love me ?” “Yes.” “ But why did you play such a prank on us all ?” “ I knew you still loved me, but wonld never say so, and, besides, I wanted a little fun.” “Bless you, it was fun, but you might have been hurt.” “Oh, no,” she laughed; “I wasn’t afraid. The others was so brave, and you were such a coward—all brain and no courage, you know.” A month later I was a clerk on a good salary, and six months later Mabel and I were married. But the secret of our wooing in the stone house and under the apple-tree was never told, and from that time forth I had no fear of ghosts —my own particular precious little ghost was my shield and my protection How a Whaler got a Full Fare. The San Francisco Alta, says : Those who believe that there is no ill bnt re sults iu some corresponding good will surely see the working of some law of compensation in the events attending the late cruise of the Thomas Pope. The vessel sailed from this port, and after a short absence the small-pox broke out on board and many were down sick with this terrible disease. The Captain and officers took excellent care of the sick, and all recovered without losing a single man. In the meantime the vessel touched off Honolulu, but was not allowed to enter the port, hav ing some cases yet on board. By reason of this visitation she did not lay the usual time at the Hawaiiau Islands, bnt headed away for the Arctic, although by all former calculations she was much too early to enter Behring Strait. Her course seemed to be urged by the stern necessity of the case. Upon arriving thus early at the North, Capt. Millard found that tho past winter in the Arctic had been the mildest and most open ever known, more resembling that of 18(17 than any other. During January aud February the ice in the Arctic basin broke tip, and the sea was more or less open for two months, althongh in por tions of Russian Siberia, toward the European frontier, the winter had been reported as unusually severe. The year 1881 has been a most remarkable one all over the world for the excessive atmos pheric and climatic variations which have existed in locally circumscribed regions. The Thomas Pope, thus fa vored, entered the Arctic unusually early in the season, long before the balance of the whaling fleet arrived, and found open water aud whales quite plenty. She filled up full of oil, without com petition from other whalers, to make whales shy, and, as others reached there to begin their se ison whaling, she sailed out southward through Behring Strait for our port with a full aud valuable cargo of oil and whalebone. Now her cargo will be shipped to New Bedford, and within a fortnight the Captain, hav ing communicated with the owners at the East, will fit his vessel away for another Arctic cruise this season. By means of his return we were enabled to hear of the whale-ships Vigilant and Monnt Wollaston, snd sad as may ap pear the reports at first sight, those best informed and capable of judging are not without hope that the crews of these missing whalers may yet be found by the relief vessels on the shores of Wrangel Land, aud the three dead bodies repored on the Vigilant prove to be only those of ship-keepers left in charge of the vessels when frozen in the ice. Peeling Trees.— An exchange says: It is said that if, on the longest day in the year, Juno 21, the bark of a tree is entirely peeled off, a new bark will im mediately grow. Winslow Smith, of St. Johnsville, having on his premises an old and worthless apple tree he had intended to cut down, determined to try the experiment. He had little faith that the tree would live. Accordingly on the 2lßt of June he stripped the bark entirely off,and to his surprise the leaves on the tree even did not wilt, but grew right along, and the tree is now growing a fine new bark. It is explained that about that time in June the sap of the tree does not lie immediately next to the bark, but is confined in a delioate inner bark that forms : thus peeling the bark off at that time does not deprive the tree of the sap. It is a poor farmer who oan’t get fif teen hours of daylight out of his hired man this month. THE SURRENDER OF YORKTOWN. Marching to the Tunc The World Turned Upside Down.” At noon of the 19th (October) we have the first act of the surrender. York town changed hands. Two re doubts on the left of the enemy’s works were at that hour taken possession of by detachments from the allied army. Colonel Richard Butler commanded the American and Marquis Laval the French party, each of 100 men. At 12 o’clock we reach the closing scene. The army of Cornwallis marched out as prisoners of war, grounded their arms, and then marched back. Accounts agree in de scribing the display and ceremony on the occasion as quite imposing. The British appeared' in new uniforms, dis tributed among them a few days before, and it only required the flying of their staudards to give their march the effect of a holiday parade. But their colors . were cased and they were prohibited from playing either a French or an American tuue. Tins was the return of a compliment, a piece of justifiable as , well as poetic retaliation on the part of the Americans for what the enemy were pleased to command when General Lin coln was compelled to surrender at Charleston the year before. The matter came tip at the meeting of the Commis sioners. “This is a harsh article,” said Ross to Lanrens. “ What article ?” answered the latter. “The troops shall march out, with colors cased and drums beating a Brit ish or a German march.” “Yes, sir,” returned Lanrens, with a touch of sang froid, “it is a harsh ar ticle.” “Then,” said Ross, “if that is your opinion, why is it here ?” Whereupon Laurens, who had been made prisoner at Charleston with Lin coln's army, prooeeded to remind Ross that the Americans on that occasion had made a brave defence, but were uugal lautly refused any honors of surrender other than to march out with colors cased and drums not beating a British or a German march. “ But,” rejoined Ross, “my Lord Cornwallis did not command at Charles ton.” “ There, sir,” said Laurens, “ you extort another observation. It is not the individual that is here considered ; it is the nation. This remains an arti cle, or I cease to be a commissioner.” Nothing more was to be said ; the ar ticle stood, and the enemy marched out with colors cased, while the tune they chose to follow was an old British march with the quite appropriate title of “ The World Turned Upside Down.” As the prisoners moved out of their works along the Hampton road they found the French and American armies drawn np on either side of the way, the Americans on the right, and extending for more than a mile toward the field of surrender. The French troops presented a brilliant spectacle in their white uni forme, with plumed and decorated officers at their head and gorgeous standards of white silk, embroidered with golden fleurs-de-lis, floating along the line. The Americans were iess of an attraction in ontward appearance, but not the less eagerly eyed by their late antagonists. Among the war-worn Continentals there was variety of dress, poor at the best distinguishing the men of the different lines; but, to compeu-, sate for lack of show there was a soldier ly bearing about them which command ed attention. The militia formed in their rear presented a less military sight so far as clothing and order were concerned. But all these men were con querors, and their very appearance be spoke the hardships and privation they and their States had undergone to win iu the struggle. At the head of the re spective lines were Washington, Roch ambean, La Fayette, Lincoln, Steuben, Knox and the rest. Leading the British came General O’Hara instead of Corn wallis. The latter pleaded illness, but he sent his sword by O’Hara to be given up to Washington. As O'Hara ad vanced to the Chief, he was referred to Lincoln, who upon receiving the sword as proff of the enemy’s submission, im mediately returned it to the British gen eral, whose troops then marched lie tween the two lines to a field on the right, where they grounded their arms. Fashion Notes’ Dust cloaks have gone out of fashion. Terra cotta shades will be much worn. Red is the prevailing color in early fall goods. Low coiffnres and close hair dressing are dc rigucur. Pongee ulsters are the only much worn dust cloaks. White toilets are destined to great popularity this fall. Long mitts are the favorite hand wear at the moment. Fanchon and Normandy breakfast caps are favorites. Women with long, stick-like arms should not wear tight long sleeves. Skirts and their draperies continue to give the figure a lance-like shape. In England mourning is worn only one year for the nearest relatives, aud crape but six months. The lawn tennis striped suitings, so fashionable this season, have lent an effect to the new fall goods. Terra cotta in all shades from dark salmon to deep copper is the favorite color for early fall cashmeres. Button, low-qnartered or half boots will be the leadiug shoes until the mid dle of September or first of October. New plush goods have extremely long pile, whicti is cut iu irregular depths, to form the figures of the fabrio. Plaid, striped aud shaded goods will be combined with plain or self-colored fabrics in the composition of the earliest fall dresses. Heavy satins in rich shades of eolor, with stripes of long pile plush or ehenille, will be used for the most ex ’ pensive dress accessories, i The earliest water-color designs of > dresses for fall show no decided depar ture from the general make up of cos i tumes worn this season. Longitudinal stripes in bright oolors, with gold and silver hair line effects, . crossed diagonally with stripes formed in the weaving of the fabric, make one of the features of the new fall goods. #I.OO PER ANNUM. WIT AMI WISIKW. A sore-back mule is a poor hand to guess de weight ob a bag o’ meal. Vf hen a dog howls at night it is the sign of death. It is if we can get at the brute. Last week the heat in London was so intense that several partnerships were quite dissolved. No woman should borrow the husband of another, because it is not good for man to be a loan. If the tide waves are breakers, it is no wonder the loose waves smash things. Wit and Wisdom. We move that in case our country ever becomes involved ia another war, that our enemies be furnished with toy pistols. Billy the Kid was not the son of Wil liam the goat. Indeed, no one ever knew whose son he was, and now they will care less. A Cheyenne brave is never so happy as when he has a string of old tomato caus around his neck and is having a war dance or can-can. “Ah, Smith, my boy, I see you never forget your poor relations !” Smith — “ You have got the matter reversed, sir ! It is my poor relations who never forget me!” “ When a man’s money is gone,” says the Boston Globe, “ his friends drop off like the buttons from a pair of ready made pants.” Du. Patterson, of Scotland, has dis covered that frogs and toads will fight. Well, let ’em fight. We’d rather see them tight than hear them sing. Severe —Frugal landlady of boarding house—“ Coming home to dinner, Mr. Brown?” Hearty Boarder—“ Well, p’r’aps. If I don’t feel hungry.” The following is the way an editor would put it: “ Men may come and men may go,” but “Heaven defend us from the mau who comes but never goes.’ A collector in this town has the fol lowing pasted up in his office as his motto: “Never put off until to morrow what can be 4 dunned to day.” The Detroit Free Press wonders why it is that when a pedestrian is drenched by a basin of water from a fourth story window he always wants to whip some body who lives on the first floor. H. Hamlin (soliloquizing after his nomination for Minister to Spain)— “H’m! $12,000 a year and a bull fight every Sunday. I guess I’ll take it in. —New Haven Register . Two thousand doctors propose to meet together and discuss medical sub jects. The benefits that will result from this cannot be estimated. While the doctors are in convention everybody will get well. A man need not flatter himself on everything about his house being as regular as clockwork, simply because he buys everything on tick. Unlike _ a clock, he will run down when his affairs are wound up. An Albany man has rented a vacant lot near his house, fenced it ie, and fit ted it up as a playground for the boys of the neighborhood. In other words, he furnishes a playground to avoid hav iug a plague round. A Georoia editor says: “Uold is found • iu thirty-three counties in this State, copper in thirteen, iron in forty-three, diamonds iu twenty-six, whisky in all of them, and the last gets away with all the rest.” There may be other worlds than (his, as astronomers claim, but we don’t be lieve that any of ’em can beat the gym nastics performed by our folks when the head rope ot a hammock decides to let go. An American girl in Columbus married a Chinamau for love, and while she swings in a hammock and reads novels, he does the washing and cook ing and keeps the fly-traps up to busi ness. ahe publication of weather predic tions is of great benefit to to the com munity. It enables the mean man to appear generous by promising to take his wife on a pleasure trip the day he is certain that a heavy rain will post pone the trip. Now the chowder’s in the pot, and the days are getting hot, and we’ll all begin vo swelter with a swelt, swelt, swell. While the crimson lomonade through a straw enchants the maid, who displays a buucli of flowers at her belt, belt, belt.— Puck. Let us hear no more about our navy officials drawing big salaries for doing nothing. If it isn't worth all an officer gets to teach young ladies at the sum mer resorts to swim, then it’s no matter. —Boston Globe. The picnic, oh, the picnic! what memories it brings Of pies and snow-white pantaloons, of nnts and bugs and things! Let other folks tell lies about the fun and frolic tin re We brand the average picnic a delusion and a snare! So strong is the mule’s passion for inconveuiencing his master that a Vir ginia man cm get his mule to allow it self to be quietly harnessed and driven off, by going into his barn and acting as though he was a thief trying to steal the the mule. An Otsego county man is credited with the following novel advertisement of his wife: “My wife Mary is strayed or stolen. I will break the head of any body who returns her to me. As to giving her credit, every merchant has a right to do so, but as I have never paid my own debts, it is not probable that I will pay hers. ” A Chinese laundryman in Philadel phia has a revised sign, of which this is a true copy: ; No trustee —no bustee : ; Bustee is Hsdee. : ; No trustee—no bustee : ; No bustee—no Hsdee. ; A Suit. —The actress who was engaged to ride in a circus procession as the most beautiful woman in America has been discharged, and she now threatens to sue the manager, not for the S3O a week l which was to be her actual pay, bnt for i the 810,000 prize which in his adver tisements he awarded her. 1880.