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HABTFOKD, OHIO COUNTY, KY NOVEMBER 3, 1875. NO. 44. quarterly freoof charge. For further? artien lars, dddresss Jo. Pi BlitntTT A Co.-, Publishers, SUBSCUTPTIOX rt.VTES- KOMEBODVS KKItVAXT RIRI. She ttood there leaning wearily Against the window frame; Her face was patient, sad and sweet, Her garments coarse and plain; "Who is she, pray?"I asked a friend, The red lips gave a earl "Really! I do not know her name, Ebe's some one's servant girt" Aain I taw her on the street With handle trudge along, Her face was sweet and patient still, Amid the jostling throng; Slowly Lut cheerfully she moved, Guarding with a watchful care, A market-basket much too largo Tor her slight hands to hear. A man, I thought a gentleman, JVent pushing rudely by, Sweeping the basket from her hands, Bat turning not his eye; Xor is there necessity, Amid that hary whirl, For him to be a gentleman To "some one's servant girl." Ah, well that it is God above Looks in upon the heart, And never judges any ono By just the outer part; Fur if the soul be pure and good, He will not mind the rest, If or questions what the garments were In which the form was dressed. And many a man and woman fair By fortune rsared and fed, Who will not mingle here below With those who earn their bread, When they have passed away from lifo Beyond the gates of pearl, 'Will meet before their Father's throne With msny a servant girl. THE BLACK TULIP. VY ALEX.VXDBE IUTJIAN, Author of the-Count rjIoiiH- Orlslo,' TlirTlirc mlll'l,'', Tnrnljr Yearn After." "Ilraitrlonnr. Hie Son or Atlion,"-l.oiiie la ValHcre." -Tlie Iron Musk," Etc Etc. CHAPTER XII. TltE EXECCTIOX. Cornelius Iiad not three limulred paces to walk outside the prison to reach the foot of the scaffold. At the liottom of the Maircase. the dog quietly looked nt him whilst he was passing: Cornelius even landed lie saw in the eyes of the mon siter a certain expression, as it were, of companion. The dog, perhaps, knew the condemn ni prisoners, and only hit thot-e who left as free men. The shorter the wav from the door of the prion to the foot of the scaffold, the more fully, of course, it wis crowded witn curious people. These were thfrsam.e who, not Ratified with the blood which thev had shed' three days before, were now craving for a new vic'im. And scarcely had Cornclms made his appearance, than a fierce groan ran thro' the whole street, spreading all over the yard, and re-rchoing from the streets which led 16 the scoffold, and which were likewise crowded with spectators. The scaffold indeed looked like an islet at the confluence of several rivers. In the midst of these threat?, groans an J jells, Cornelius, very likely in order not to hear them, had buried himself in his own thought. And what did he think of, in his last melancholy journey ! Neither of his enemies, nor of his judges, nor of his executioners. He thought of the beautiful tulips which he would sec from heaven above, tit Ceylon, or Bengal, or elseivhere, when he would be able to look with pity on this earth, where John and Cornelius I)e "Witte had been murdered, for liavin thought too much of politics, and where Cornelius Van Baerle was about to be murdered for having thought too much of tulips. It is only one stroke of Ihc axe,'' said the philosopher to himself, "and my beau tiful dream will begin to be realized." Only there was Mill a chance, jnst as it lira! happened before to M. De Chalais to H. De Thou, and other slovenly-exe- cuted people, that the headsman might inflict more than one stroke, that is to say, more than one martyrdom, on the poor tulip-fancier. Ytt, notwithstanding all this, Van Baerle mounted the scaffold not the less resolute ly, proud of having been the friend of that illustrious John, nud godson of that noble Cornelius De Witte, whom the ruffians who were crowding to witness his own doom, had torn to pieces and burnt three days before. lie knelt down, said his prayers, and observed, not without a feeling of sincere joy, iliat laying his head on the block and keeping his eyes open, be would be able to hk last moment, to see the grated window or the, Bmlcnhof. At length the fatal moment arrived, an Cornelius place.! his chin on the cold lamp block. But in this moment, his (yes closed involuntarily, to receive more resolutely the terrible avalanche whicl cas about to fall on his head, aud engulf Ins life. A gleam, like that of lightning, passed across the Kafib12: it was the execution. r raising his sword. Van Baerle bade farewell to the grand. lilack tulip, certain ofcwakqniqg in anoth er fori J full of light and glorious tints. Three times he felt, with a shudder, the cold stream of air from the knife com ing near his neck, but, what a surprise! he felt neither pain nor shock. lie saw no change in the color of the ky, and of the world around him. Then suddenly, Van Baerle felt gentle lands raising him, and soon stood on his feet again', although trembling a little. He looked around him. There was someone by his side, reading a large larchment, sealed with a huge seal of red wax. And the same sun, yellow and pale, as it behoves a Dutch sun to be, was shining in the skies: and the same grated window looked down on him, from the Biiitcnhof. And the same rabble, no longer yelling. but completely thunderstruck, was staring at him from the streets below. Van Baerle began to be sensible to what was going on around him. His Highness, William, Prince of Orange, ery likely afraid that Van Baerle' a blood would turn the scale of judgment against him, had compassionately taken into consideration his good character, and the apparent proof of his innocence. His Highness, accoidingly, had grant ed him his life. Cornelius at first hoped that the pardon would be complete, aud that he would be restored to his full liberty and to his flower-borders at Dort. But Cornelius was mistaken. To use an expression of Madame de Scviguc, who wrote about the same time, "there was a postscript to the letter;" and the moat im portant point of the letter was contained in the postscript. In this postscript, William of Orange, Stadtholdcr of Holland, condemned Cor nelius Van Baerle to imprisonment for ifc. He was not sufficiently guilty to suiTcr death, but he was too much so to be set at liberty. Cornelius heard this claus?, but, the first feeling of vexation over, he said to himself: "Never mind, all this is not lost yet, there is eome good in this perpetual im prisonment; Itosa will be there, and also my three bulbs or the black tulip are there." But Cornelius forgot that the Seven Provinces hadscven prisons, one for each. and that the board of the prisoner is any where else lees expensive than at the Hague, which i the capitnl. His Highness, who, as it seems, did not pot-css the means to feed Van Baerle at the Hague, sent him to undergo his per petual imprisonment at the fortress of Lifvcstcin very near Dort, but, alas ! very far from it; for Lcevesiein, as the geogra phers tell us, is situated at the point ol the islet which is formed by the conflu ence of th. .Waal and 1q Mcuse, oppo site Gcrcnm. Van Baerle was sufficiently versed in the history of his country to know that die celebrated Grotius was confined in that callc, after the ckatli of Barncvcldte; and that the States, in tljeir generosity to the illustrious publicist, jurist, historian, poet and divine, had granted to him, for his daily iiiaintenae tbesum of twenty- four stivers. "I," said Baerle to himself, "1 am worth much less than Grotius, they will hardly give me twelve slivers, and I shall live miserably: but never mind, at all events I shall live." Then, suddeulv. a terrible thought struck him. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "how damp and mistv that part of the country is; and the soil so bad lor the tulips, ana men itosa will not be at Lu-nivesteinl" CHAPTER XIII. WHAT WAS GOING OX ALL THIS TIME IS THK J1ISIJ OF ONE Or THE SPECTATORS. Whilst Cornelius wbb engaged with his own thoughts, a coach had driven up to the scaffold. This vehicle was for the prisoner. He was invited to enter it, and he obeyed. His last look was toward the Buiten hof. He hoped to see at the window the face of Rosa, brightening up bgain. But the coach was drawn by good horses, and soon carried Van Baerle away from among the shouts, which the rabble roared in honor of the magnanimous Stadtholdcr, mixing with it a piece of abuse against the brothers De Witte and the godson of Cornelius, who had just now been saved from death. This reprieve suggested to the worthy spectators remarks such as the follow ing: ' It's verv fortunate that we used such speed in having justice done to that great villain, John, and to that little rogue Cornelius, otherwise His Highness might have snatched them from us, just as he has this fellow." Among all the spectators whom Van Baerle' s execution had attracted to the Buitcnhof, ar.J whom the sudden turn of affairs had disagreeably surprised, un doubtedly the most disappointed was a certain respectably-dressed burgher, who from early morning, had made such good use of his feet and elbows, that he at last was separated from the scaffold only by the file of soldiers which surrounded it. Many had shown themselves eager to sec the perfidious blood of the guilty Cor nelius tlow, but not one had shown such keen.atiMe.ty ae the individual just alluded to. The most furious had come to the Bui tcnhof at day-break, to secure a better place; but he, outdoing even them, had passed the night at the threshold of the prison, from whence, as we have already said, he had advanced to the rery fore most ranks unjuiLus rt rottro; that is to say, coaxing some, and kicking the others. And when the executioner had conduct ed the prisoner to the scaffold, the btirge cr who had mounted on the stone of the pump, the better to see and beeeerl( made to the executioner a sign which meant, "Its a bargain, isn't it?" The executioner answered by another sign, which was meant to say, "Be quiet, it's all right." This burgnerwas none other than Myn heer Isaac Boxtel, who, since the arrest of Cornelius, had come to Ihc Hague, to try if he could not get hold of the three suckers of the black tulip. Boxtel had at first tried to bring over Gryphus to his interest, but the jailor had not only the snarling fierceness, but likewise the fidelity of a dog. He had therefore bristeled up at Boxlcl's hatred, whom he had suspected to be a warm friend of the prisoner, making trifling in quiries, to contrive, with the more cer tainty, some means of escape for him. Thus to the very first proposals which Boxtel made to Gryphus to filch the bulbs, which Cornelius Van Baerle must be sup posed to conceal, if not in his breast, at least in some corner of his cell, the sur ly jailer had only answered by kicking Mynheer Isaac out, and setting the dog at him. The piece which the mastiff had torn from his hose did not discourage Bcxtel. He came back to the charge, but this time Gryphus was in bed, feverish, and with a broken arm. He, therefore, was not able to admit the petitioner, who then addressed himself to Rosa, offering to buy her a head dress of pure gold, if she would get the bulbs for him. On this, the generous girl, although not yet knowing the value of the object of the robbery, which was to be so well remu nerated, had directed the tempter lo the executioner, as the heir of the prisoner. In the meanwhile the sentence had been pronounced. Thus Isaac hnd no more time to bribe any one. He there fore clung to the idea which Rosa had suggested: he went to the executioner. Isaac had not the least doubt but that Cornelius would die with his bulbs on his heart Bnt there was too things which Boxtel did not calculate upon. Rosa, that is to say love. William of Orange, that is to say elemcnev ? But for Rosa and William, the calcu lations of this envious neighbor would have been correct. But for William, Cornelius would have died. But for Rosa, Cornelius would have died with his bulbs on bis heart. Mynheer Boxtel went to the headsman, to whom he gave himself out as a great friend of the condemned man, and from whom he bought all the clothes of the dead man that was to be, for one hundred guilders, rather an exorbitant sum, as he engaged to leave all the trinkets of gold and silver to. the executioner. But what was the sum of a hundred guilders to a man who was all but sure to buy with it the prize of the Haarlem Society 7" It was money lent at a thousand per cent., which, as nobody will deny, was a very handsome investment The headsman, on the other hand had, scarcely anything to do to earn his hun dred guilders. He needed only, as soon as the execution was over, to allow Myn heer Boxtel to ascend the scaffold with his servants, to remove the inanimate re" mains of his friend. The thing was, moreover, quite custom ary among the "faithful brethren," when one of their maslcrj died a public death in the Buitenhof. A fanatic like Cornelius might very easily have found another fanatic who gave a hundred guilders for his remains. The executioner also readily acquiesced in the proposal, making only one condi tion that of beitig paid in advance. Boxtel, like the people who enter a show at a fair, migt not be pleased, and refuse to pay on going out. Boxtel paid in advance and waited. After this the reader may imagine how excited Boxlel was; with what anxiety he watched the guards, the Recorder and the executioner; and with what intense inter est he surveyed the movements of Van Baerle. How would he place himself on the block ? how would he fall ? and would he not, in falling, crush those inestimable bulbs? had not he at least taken care to inclose them r i golden box? as gold is the hardest of all metals. Kvcry trilling delay irritated him. Why did that stupid executioner thus loose time in brandishing his sword over the head of Cornelius, instead of cutting that head off? But when he saw the Recorder take the hand of the condemned, and raise him, whilst drawing forth the parchment from his ocket; when he heard the pardon of the Stadtholdcr publicly read out then Boxjcl was no more like a hujnan being; the rae alfd malice of the tiger, of the hyena, ami of the serpent glistened in his eyes, and vented ilself in his yell and his movements. Had he been able to get at Van Baerle he would have pounced Upon him and strangled him. And so, then, Cornelius was to live, and was to go to Laivestcin, and thither lo his prison he would fake with him his bulbs; and perhaps he would even find a garden where the Hack tulip would flow er for him. ' Boxtel, quite overcome by his frenzy, fell from the stone on some Orangemen, who like him, were sorely vexed atfhe turn which affairs had taken. Theymis' taking the frantic cries of Mynheer Isaac for demonstrations of joy, begfn to be labor him with kicks ayd.r'ffs, surh as could not have been administered in bet ter style to any prize-fightef on the other side of the Channel. Blows were, however, nothing to him. He wanted to run after the coach which was carrying away Cornelius with his bulbs. But in his hurry he overlook ed a paving-stone in his way, stumbled, lost his centre of gravity, rolled over to a distance of some yards, and only rose again, bruised and begrimed, after the whole rabble of the Hague with their muddy feet had passed over him. One would think that this was enough for one day, but Mynheer Boxtel did not seem to think so, as in addition to hav ing his clothes torn, his back bruised, and his hands scratched, he inflicted upon himself the further punishment of tearing out his hair by handful, asan offering to that goddess of envy, who, as mythology teaches us, has for her head dress only a set ofserpents. Continued next week. The Cheerful Knee. Next to sunlight of heaven is the sun light ofa cheerful face. There is no mis taking it the bright eye, the unclouded brow, the sunny smile all tell of that which dwells within. Who has not felt its electrifying influence? One glance at this face lifts us at once out of the mists and shadows, away from tears and rcpin ings, into the beautiful retina of hope. One cheerful face in a household will keep everything bright and warm within. Envy, hatred, malice selfishness, despon dency, and a host of evil passions may lurk around the door, they may even look within, but they never enter nnd abide there the cheerful face puts them to flight. It may be a very plain face, but there is something in it that we feel we can not express, and its cheerful look semis the blood dancing through our veins for every joy. We turn toward the sun, and its warm, genial influence refreshes and strengthens our failing spirit. Ah, there is a word of magic in the plain cheerful face! It charms us with a spell of eter nity and we would not exchange it for all the soulless beauty that ever graced the fairest form. It may be a very little one that we nestle upon our bosom or sing to sleep in our arms with a low, sweet melody; but it has such a bright, cherry face 1 The scintillations of joyous spirits are flash ing from every feature. And what a power it has over the household, binding each heart together, in tenderness and love and sympathy ! Shadows may dark en around us, but somehow thin face, ever shines between. And it shines so brightly that the shadows cannot remain; and kilently they creep away into the dark corners, and remain there until the cheerful lace is gone. It may be a wrinkled face but it is all the dearer for that, and not the less bright We linger near it, and gaze ten derly upon it aud say: "God bless the cheerful face !" We must keep it with us as long as we can, for home will lose much brightness n hen the cheerful face is- gone. And after it has gone, how the remem brance of it purifies and softens our way ward nature! When care and sorrow would snap our heartstrings asunder, this wrinkled face looks down upon us, the painful tension grows lighter, and the way is less heavy. As is the spirit, mind and disposition, so are the features. lie Krouoiulrnl. No matter what comes in, if more gots out you will always be poor. The art is not in making money, but in keeping i little expense, like mice in a barn, when they are many, make great waste. Hair by hair, heads get bald; straw by straw the thatch goes of the cottage; and drop by drop the water comes in the chamber. A barrel is soon empty if the tap only leaks a dro a minute. When you begin to save, begin with your mouth, an many thieves pass down the red lane. The ale jug is a great waste. In all other things keep within compass. Never stretch your legs further than yonr blanket- will reach, or you will soon be cold. In clothes choose suitable and lasting stttir, and no tawdry fineries. To be warm is the main thing; never mind the looks. A fool may make money, but it needs a wise man lo spend it. Remember it i9 easier to build two chimneys than to keep one going. If you will give all to back and board, there is nothing left for the savings' bank. Fare hnrd and work hard while you are young; and you will hav a chance to rest when you are old. TOM." "If 'i'hPt'c arc any An eel h f ftnonr iilal Tom Will Hee'oni... From the Detroit Free Picjj. Plain Tom. It might have been more than Tom once, when he was a babe, and had n father and mother, some one to care for him, even if they had but little love for him. After they died; after he was turned out on the wide world to fight his own way; to hunger for food, to yearn for sympathy and kind word', his name was "Tom." It was name enough for a waif; a ragged hungry boy who re ceived more kicks than pennies, and who used to sit on the post office steps aud try to remember when any one had spoken a kind word to him. The boy somelirries wondered and pondered over the words "sympathy," "mercy," and "charity." He heard peo ple i!3a them the same people who cuffed him about and were content to see him inrage. He thought the words must tncari something" away off some thing he could not grasp then, but might approach it Inn he had grown to man's estate. If Tom's toice had sadness and sorrow in it as he cried "shine!" or if it hnd exultation in it as he shouted '"morn ing papers!" no one in the busy throDg seemed to notice or care. He realized that he wasstnndiug up single-handed to battle against a great world, and some times when the world struck him down, the boy crept away into an alley to sor row hnd grieve that he had ever been born. They found a bundle of rags In a p00" lie hall-way yesterday morning. The old janitor pushed at the bundle with his broom, nnd growled and muttered over its being left there by some vagrant. The bundle of rags was Tom. Thejanitor bent over him and pushed nt him again, and called to him to rise up and go about his business, but the bundle did not move. Tom was dead. One arm was thrown around his boot-box that it might, not be stoleu while he slumbered the other rested on his breast, fingers tightly clenched, as if death had come while the boy was resolving to carry on the unequal battle aga:nst poverty and a cold world to a bitter end. There should have been sadness in the hearts of those who lifted up the body and sent it away to be buried in Potter's field, but there was not They were men to be sure, but they could not understand how it made any difference to the world, whether it had one waif more or less. They could not feel the heart-aches Tom had felt his desperation his grim des pair his bitter crushing everyday sor rows. They could have at least uncov ered their heads as the body was lifted up, and said to each other: "He was brave to fight such a battle." But they did net There would have been no word, no eulogy, had not another waif passed the door by chance. He saw the body, recognized it, and as he let the box fall to the flags that he might brush a tear from his eye, he whispered: "If there are any angels I know that Tom'll see 'em." And no man shall dare to take from or add to the simple, tearful eulogy. There will be a shallow grave which v.ill soon sink out of sighs nnd memory, and scarce a mouth will pass away before even the lad's name will be forsutten by the world the world which prides ilscll on its charity and mercy, and which let poor Tom stand up alone in his battle for food and raiment and a place to rest his feet, let him creep on to die nlonc in the shadows of midnight, feeling in his young heart that every man's hand was against him, because he was a waif, a ragged, hungering, orphan. I'cr.Hon of Importance. Talk about persons of importance, will you? There's no one equal to the family babv. ft ever a king, or emperor, or president with his power. He knows it. too, before his tiny feet can patter over the floor. He is a sure of it as if he knew every language ever spoken, instead of none. When he awakes in the morning, an other sun rises; when he is carried away for the night, he must kiss every one, and every one rejoices in his kisses. His eating and drinking, his walking and his pantomimes are subjects for important bulletins every day. Ah, how strange that this important iciug must one day be let down to the position of an ordinary boy, expected to eat what is set before lmi), and do as he is told perhaps to go Into somebody's office and be snubbed; that he should come after a while to be a man, nnd find no one verv anxious as to his kisses nay, lo have refused him occasionally Yet it's true. If he lives, he will slide slowly down to the ordinary level. He'll be "our baby" no more, but o;ily a common human being, with faults in plenty; nnd even if he should stand at the top of the ladder, be a great soldier, a re nouncd statesman, a genius no matter what, he'll never be what he is now, a faultless creature, whose will is law to everybody, who has not an enemy in the world, and lots of lovers, -and who has only to utter a series of shrill shrieks to be called a darling, smothered nithtca rcascs, and comforted with flagons.. ASIronc "IjinC IIhikI. M. Quad says; Day beiore yesterday Mrs Bliss, of Mullet street, found a ea chre-deck in her boy's poeket, ami when she took him by the hair he calmly said: "Hold on, mother, it isn't jour play.'' "I'll play you!" she hissed, tightening her grip. "Hurt came you by these cards?" "Mother, you shouldn't trump me tins way," he exclaimed. "Trumps! trumps! What do yon know about trumps?'' "Why, mother, any fool knows that the right bower will take any ace every time." "It will, eh?" she hissed, as she walked him around. "Of course it will. If diamonds are trumps, for instance, and' I hold the ace aud left bow '' "Borttrs! bowers! I'll bower you to death, young man,' she said, as she walked him the other way. ''Or suppose that spades were trumps aud you held the nine spot and turned up the ace, what would you do?' he ear nestly inquired. "Oh I'll Bhow you what I'll do," she growled as she got in a left hand on his ear. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget." "That wouldn't be according to Iloyle, mother; you could pick up the ace and make a point every " But she drew him orer her knee and played a lone hand. A Tru 111 Till S'ltcIO.; Let a man fail in business, what an ef fect it has on his former creditors! Men who have taken him by the arm, laughed and chatted with him. by the hour, shrug their shoulders and pass on with a cold How do you dot' Every trine of bill is hunted up and presented that would not have seen the light for months to come, but for the misfortunes of the debtor. If It is paid, well and good; if not, the scowl of the sheriff, perhaps meets him at the corner. A man that has never failed knows but little of human nature. In prosperity he sails along gently. wafted by favoring smiles and kind wort's from everybody- He prides himself on h;a name and spotless character, and makes his boasts that he has not an en emy in the world. Alas! the change He looks nt the world in a different light when reverses come upon him. He reads suspicion on every prow, lie iiaraiy knows how to move or to do this thing or the other; there are spies about him, o writ is ready for his back. To know what kind of stuff the world is made of, a person must be unfortunate, and stop pavinz once in his lifetime. If he has kind friends then they are made manifest A failure is a moral sieve, it brings out the wheat and sows the chaff. A man thus learn the words and pretended good will are not and' do not constitute real friendship. ' mtm Axlinmetl an a Ncrviint. Ashamed of being a servant? No, in deed I Let no honest woman be ashamed of that If she is able to earn her living. and be fairly independent as a cook, or chambermaid, or nurse girl, let her take her path in life, and lioVd up her head with any one that is, if she is a good servant, honest, faithful, and respecting herself too much to be disreputable toiler employer. Of course, education, talent. and peculiar opportunities, render it bet ter that many working women siiouia lake other walks of life. But there is always a good opportunity for any one with common strength and a common sense to become independent as a house hold servant. Shops, work-rooms, fac tories overflow. Good workwomen, are often destitute. Did auy one ever hear of a good cook, who was a sober cook, coming to the work house? ho woman who has been brought up to do house work dislikes it It is only the name of servant from which she shrinks; and what utterable folly it is, ainca w are all servants. No.man who is unselfish, no woman who does her dutyj but is at service all hia or her life for some one. or something. A, clergyman, a lawyer, a physician, o soldier, a sailor, each ac knowledziti!: the name. SurJy a wife must serve her husband and children, and a child' its parents; and a hired serv ant who gives a good value for value re ceived can hoIiTupher bead with any lady in the land. "Good morning Mr. Blank."" "How are you, Mr. Dash?" "Bully I How does your eorporosity seem to sagaciate this morning?" "L am happy to inform you that the electrical hyperbole of the Sanggopizaringe, acting in sympathetic harmony with the Hyootentootenboges happily euables the osseous protuberance known as the dental piocesses, to per form their masticatory functions witi exceeding efficiency, thereby maintaining in seuerout amplitude the continued ad equacy of the moral, meutal and physi cal organizations to promptly meet and successfully cope with the existing enter gtneiesofthe present great and glorious occasion; I'm pretty well,, thank you; how.'s-ver mar?." A locomotive engine uses forty-five gal loiii of water for everv mile traveled uatt. "Most bsiutiful, aecompHshsd' and' charming madam,- .-.onld' your ladyship y an nmnerited cf n.l"ciion transndti yonr most obsequious, devoted'anj'very humble sertant that pair of pyrepetitenti ;ists. thai he rrmr exaperate the exueen-- sesofthU nocturnal) cylindrical lumina ry, so that its refulgent' brightness andi resplendent brilliancy- may dazzle the- vision of our ocular optiSs-more potent- j7' He wanted the lady.' io-hand. him. a pair of snuffers acrcca IliS (able. The above reminds us of a fellow. irl this country, who, in kissing his sweet heart gcod-bjf, remarked: 'Terribl?;. tragical and sublimely, retributive will ethe course pursued by me, if you.'do- not instantaneously pucker up-thosern-bicUnd lips and enrapture my moral soul y imprinting angelie sensations of di vine bliss upon the two indispensible members of my human physiognomy, and then allow me to make my departure- front the everlasting sublimity of your.- most gracious presence. And she wilted. Wilt you; Men must have occupatiotf'or be mist er able. Toil is ther price of'sleep and appetite cfheafth aCrl enjoyment The very necessity which overcomes our nat ural sloth is a blessing. The world-does- not contain a briar or thorn which di--vine mercy could not hare spared. "We are happier with the sterility than' we could have been with divine plenty andi unbounded pro fas; on. The bedy and! the mind are improved by the toil that fatigues them. The toil is a thousands times rewarded by the pleasure it fce-- stows. Its enjoyments are peculiar. No- wealth can purchase them. J?o 'lncto lence cm taste them. They- flow only- from the exertions which they'Tepay. The Princes Domeftica CiarelH1 was- left a widow with two eons, and' the el ler died. Almost crazy with sorrow, the- Princess was ready to fight the men' who- brought the coffin, and protested they should not carry away the boy. In the interval of calm the young brother, left alone with the body and the coffin, re solved to cheat the men and help Lis mother to keep Domcnica. He hid the' corpse in a closet and got in the coffin. himself. He was carried to 'the church without discovery; but at the church,, nearly suffocated, lie groaned, 'trndt the- coffin was opened, but he died in alutieo while. Now the mother is deadj. All this in Paris only the other day. There is no danger that children cam sleep too much. The old proneib, "who sleeps eats.'' is illustrated in those-cbit--dren who sleep most Wakeful children-, are almost always peevish, irritable, audi lean If they can be induced . to sleep abundantly, they are quite. liklyto be come good-natured and plump. Their sleep should be as much duricg the Lours of darkness as possible, and therefore it is- better that they should go to bed before.- sunset to have their sleep-out tlantolis- long after sunrise in the morning. - Ibis well to let any healthful growing child. or young person sleep till -be-wakes him? self, and then give him euch variety,anfV amount of out door exercise as shall make. him glad when bedtime comes again. "Father,"' asked a. Vicksburg. boy- - at. the dining table the other day, "are .you i a big man T "Well, Ldnnno," musing ly answered the parent "Why J" "Gauss I heard some men talking, over at the ho tel, and they said you were ono oi thebi-v. gest men in town." "Well, I suppose I do stand pretty high," replied the parent, looking pleased and consequential 'There was ha!. a m Liu te of silence, and then the boy added: "They said it-was-a- wonder howyou carried your feet around??'' Tlie boy can't understand ytt why. he should: have received' a box on the ear whicha made his head roar fbstwo. long hour. 1 Seottville Aryux A man from- the "hills" wenfdoirn to-BowlingGreensomef time ago, and, for the first tima . in. hhs ;iife,.8av a carpet. He was a little con-. fused at first, thinking it was some kind; .of ornament probably, an oil painting but, perceiving a bare place at the fur ther end of the room, stepped back a few, paces, and, with a running jump, struck; the floor about six inches from the edge-' of the carpet When his heels struck the floor, he slipped, fell back, aniieame near bursting himself open. He got up and. after looking with grinning, complacency; at the distance of the transit, exclaimed: "By gosh, I cleared- her."' When Andrew Johnson was President, several insurance compauies offered him. policies on his life gratis; but he refused all and died, contrary to general aeser-, tion, without- being insured for a single dollar. What queer little things children firel "Dot"' always has a funny speech to wake while 1 am putting her to bed. Last night she caught sight of the vaccination mark on her arm, and shouted out to her sister, "Oh. Susie t seel here is lehere. 1 was laptizcdl' t A Russiau proverb says: "Before going to war. pray once; before goiug to sea.r pray twice; before i'cfiins married, yry.-thri-e times.