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---~ rI;··-- *·-I IY '7 + t' ý. ''ýli'1ý,'ýC) ! ý'r. i 1, -3 ýi 1ý'49ý t hijj }t I ~1 flj U t r El Ii 1 ý ýf ( ". W Lr -I&. .. . MBATON RO UW!, LObSIALNA A MAY 2 X8XO j '.;~:i' J143 1 Pnbl~b~rurd bnpista THE SHAMROCK, The following lines on the "Sham- I rock," received in a letter from Cork, 1 Ireland, have been handed to us for t publication. They were composed on L St. Patrick's Day, by a blind girl, at the t asylum in that city: r The spreading rose is fair to view, ) And rich the modest violet's hue, Or queenly tulip filled with dew, And sweet the lily's fragrance, t But there's a flower more dear to me, That grows not on a branch or tree, But in the glass plays merrily, And of its there are but three- 'Tis Ireland's native Shamrock. My country's flower, I love it well, For every leaf a tale can tell, And teach the minstrel's harp to swell With praise of Ireland's Shamrock. The emblem of our faith divine, P Which blest St. Patrick made to shine, ti To teach eternal truths sublime, And which shall last as long as time, And long as blooms the Shamrock. a 0 twine a wreath of Shamrock leaves- ti They decked the banners of our chiefs, tl And calmed the Irish exile's griefs- si Ireland's treasure is the Shamrock. 1l The muse inspired with words of praise The poets of our early days To write in many a glowing phrase And sing in powerful, thrilling lays i The virtues of the Shamrock, He who has left his island home, Beneath a foreign sky to roam, And in a foreign clime unknown, How dear he loves the Shamrock. When on the feast of Patrick's Day, He kneels within the church to pray For holy Ireland far away, tl He feels again youth's genial ray, si While gazing on the Shamrock. tr The brightest gem or fairest flower w That ever bloomed in eastern bower Possessed for him not half the power That dwells within the Shamrock. pi Sweet memories like refreshing dew bi The past with all its charms renew- ha The church, the spot where wild flowers m grew, The faithful friends, the cherished few He left to cull the Shamrock. w st Land of the West, my native isle, May heaven's love upon thee smile, To banish foes that may beguile The lovers of the Shamrock. m May God forever cherish thee at In peace and love and harmony, sh And rank the proud mid nations free, try Thus pray thy children fervently th For Ireland and the Shamrock. bi he * SLOW BUT SURE. se - be BY E. N. w. "How on earth, Simpson," said I the ex other day to a friend of mine whom I be was visiting-"how on earth did a de backward, diffident fellow like you of ever manage to say, 'Will you w' to a ly witty, saucy, self-poised woman like in, your wife?" an I really was curious to know, as tel Simpson was such a slow, sedate per- inl son, and his wife was such a firefly, an and there always seemed to me some- feo thing incongruous in their union. wr Simpson made his usual deliberate life pause, 'before answering. "Well, I do reckon" my friend is a boosier-"I yo reckon it was queer I ever asked her, and to tell the way it happened was I queerer still." doi We had carried our chairs into the he' front yard, in order to smoke in Vel greater eomfort; and I now tilted 'M mine back against a tree, knowing thi that the story that was brewing in my friend's mind would not be over ne in a hurry. I condense it f6r the benefit of those readers who may not rat have as much leisure and patience as Ir I had: the "Yer see," he began, slowly clear ing his throat and crossing his legs, for "I was always rather soft-like about be Susie, from the time I used to sit by she her in school and work her sums. me She hadn't a particle of ahead for fig. ures, and I had, so we suited pretty Ion well as long as school lasted; and haa Susie, though she used to laugh at me be more than any of the girls, liked me Be] a little too, for it isn't in human na- of i ture not to like the person that works your sums. I know, because that was about all the way I had of making gu friends when I was a boy, and Imade dos a good many. But when our school to i days were over most of them forgot, bul but Susie never did. She was the for prettiest and most popular girl'in the sail country, and bad no end of beaux, of but she always had, God bless her ! se as brighta smile for poor old slow Ben wo' as any of them. I knew I wasn't as to brisk and as lively as the best of wO them, and when I saw it didn't make to a any difference, it went right straight through and through me, and I'd a sto died for her any minute; but I could pee not tell her so. Seemed like I was clo slower and dumber with her than any- and body else. aga "For this reason I didn't often call " on her, or ask her company to parties fatl and the hke; but when I did she was for always so kind and pleasant like that I was happy for a month afterward. ~ "Well, there was a party one night you at Squire Coon's* and as it wasn't far, and Susie wonuld only have to be kitt bored with me going and coming, I see, asked her to go with me, and she said We 41 'Certainly,' and smiled as if itrwas the he fq greatest treat in the While world. when "As the 'Squire's was only half a Jusi un. mile from Susie's home, and there rupte4 rk, was a nice dry path through the from for woods, we walked. It was about the Ben, on middle of Octobpr, and the path we cold, the took was heaped with dry leaves that coat o made a pleasant rustle under our feet. Sim A watery moon and a slim turnout of telling stars gave us just enough light to out an make the tree trunks on either side of there the path look like anything else but the phi what they were. came "The only remark I remember to of his have made on the way to the house saw pi was that it was going to rain before happe morning, and that I hoped it would- had m I little thought how much reas'n I done had to hope. "I don't recollect much about the party, except that I sat most of the me, time in a particular corner and watch- The ed Susie as much as I dared. fourth "When the party had broken up, three-4 C. and we were starting home, I noticed the nu? - that the sky was thickly crowded and ers not I, the night dark. The'Squire wilo was board sitting on the front porch smoking a the tin k. late pipe, called after us: a gene 0o 'Better stay all night, Benjy, it's see t going to rain.' before But we thought not. When we got course, into the woods, however, we began to went b think so, and it was dark and no mis- horse t take. The farther we went, the deeper coat. became the darkness. I knew the leave t path we had to follow, every curve in the f in it. But the carpet of dead leaves bins, a bothered me. I had to stop two or anxiou three times, and grope about, on either and Ar side, to make sure, I was on the right ing; th track; and the last time I found I off his was not in it, and what was worse critnsoi couldn't find it. sleeves "I kept up the seardh as long as sudden possible, dreading to tell Susie of the which blunder I had made. But the truth of the had to come out at last; and, as if to Parole "r make matters really serious, it began and le to rain--a dull, pattering fall, that stand, would probably last till daylight, and forth I she exposed to it. After "She tried to make a joke of it at proclai first; but as the rain came more and were ol more steadily, she became frightened across 1 and nervous. I found her the best sky; pi shelter I could at the roots of a great is strut tree, but the rain reached her even apd sh< there. She had nothing round her visible but a light shawl-for the evening vening had been uncommonly warm for the whole season-and I knew she would soon begins be thoroughly chilled; so, being very increaM tough myself, and used to all sorts of nearer to exposure, I just took off my coat and ward t I begged her to wrap it round her shoul- terrific a ders, but she would hear to nothing ahead, u ofthe sort,and bade me,quito brusque- flying a ly to put on my coat. But the rain' and as :e increased, and the night grtow damper into tht and colder. I resolved to take mat. them oi u ters in my own hands. Without say- -Knigi Sing a word I just wrappell the coat I Ridotto r, around her shoulders mysef, and, for behind, Sfear she wouldn't take it, i said, by mur ha way of apology, you see, I'd give my King ' e life for yoi any minute, Susie, and it wins!" I don't stand to reason I shouldn't give these s I you my coat.' are bet r, "She kept as mute as a ngouse while front. s I was fixing the coat; but When I was rose, thu done, she shook my hand, in both of Earl of e her's, and, says she, 'Do ydu think so becomei 1 very much of me, Ben ?' and, says I, winss! j 'More than I can tell, or you can Now the g think, I reckon.' close to S "And, says she, 'Why did you Parole? r never tell me so before ' ' shrieks e "Well,' says I, 'you know I'm me. TI t rather slow of speech; and, besides, thunder SI reckoned you wouldn't cre to hear grand r 1 the like from me." seen to S "She didn't say nothing after that with the for a good long spell, till f began to ih an in t be afraid he~wsaoffi'n;d~n;thuas two stri Sshe, 'You may sit doywn here beside him; ti , me, if you like, Ben.' smother "I did so, and then, after another fas pa long spell, says she, str king my thousan I hand with one of her's yolt are the men for B best and kindest man in ite world, moment a Ben; and I like you betteri thtan all crowd, Sof them.' andintl a "My shirt sleeves were by this time broad e , wet enough to wring, and fthe chill ril itl 4 gusts that every now and tlien swept toward , down from the tree tops wexe enough them col I to make a Newfoundland dog shiver; over the but I never felt warmer or m'yre conm- the ci fortable in my life than whcln Susie a good I Ssaid that. I never felt my slowness and hon of speech more in my life, though it kec." ( Sseemed as if I could not think of any mind, n Sword that meant enough. o I had expect n Sto listen to Susie without saying a you can f word myself, but she did not appear havelai ,to mind it a.bit.' coated h t "Well, the first thing lknewv it had tan to-m Sstopped raining, and the moon was I peeping down through a drift in the Durin clouds. I found the path in no time; a rural j and Susie made me put on nmy coat to know again. be stopp "When we got home to Susii's, her He had father was just turning out t look ma of for us, and met us, at the yard gate.' withwhi "'Soaked, but smiling,, says he. mystiflei "What on earth has happened to make anguish you look so pleasant, when y ' are come hei both as wet as a couple of drvnedconfuse 1 kittens ?' He had .lit a lantern you "I supi see, and flashed it right in our ce* wearily yid We 4 f.t tell him anything thTen, Bet he he foand out about .a.month after, when I came to ask for Susie." a Just at that moment we were inter 'e rupted by a pretty scolding voice he from the house, exclaiming,: "Why, he Ben, you will catch your death of we cold, sittipg out tl$re thput your at coat on when the dew is falling." ,t. rSimpson had 'bebn over an hoir of telling his story. Our pipes b~ d gone to out and the sun had gone down, but of there was light enough still to mark at the placid expression of delight tjat came over his face at the mere sound o of his wife's voice; and I thought I saw plainer than ever before how it re happened that the lively little Susie had married my slow friend, and had I done wisely in so doing. ie PABOLE, . The great race of the day was fourth on the card, but it was at least , three-quarters of an hour behind time, d the numbers and jockeys of the start d ers not being hoisted on the new signal is oard until nearly half an hour after the time fixed for the race. There was a general move toward the paddock to see the illustrous stranger Parole before the bell rang for clearing the t course, and, as I said before, many A went back to lay 5 to 1 agaidst the . horse that had queerhocks and a rough coat. Parole was the first horse to leave the paddock. He was saddled e in the far corner, Mr. Itowland Rob , bins, acting as Mr. Lorillard's agent, r anxiously watching the operation, r and Archer, the jockey, superintend it lg; then the famous jockey slipped I off his over-coat and revealed the Scrimson jacket and black-banded sleeves of the colors which have so 8 suddenly leaped into celebrity, and e which a mean spirited cavalier in one h of the daily papers calls "gaudy." o Parole wrs the first out of the paddock u and led the canter past the grand t stand, his magnificent action calling a forth loud expressions of approval. After one false start the bell rang, ,t proclaiming that the eighteen runners a were off. You can see them yonder, I across the hill, in a clump against the t sky; presently the knot breaks up and t is strung out in a long line, the heads a and shoulders of the jockeys only are r visible as the horses pass the inter g vening furse bushes, and then the e whale race bursts into sight. Now l begins the murmur of the crowd, r increasing as the bright Jackets come f nearer and nearer. Down the hill to I ward the Tattenham Corner, at a - terrific pace. Where is Parole? not a ahead, certainly. Three horses are flying on in advance of all others, i and as they sweep around the corner r into the straight run in, you can make them out by the colors of their riders --Knight of Burghley, Elf King, Ridotto. The crimson jacket is rbehind, among the crowd. The mur r mur has swelled into a roar :-" Elf King wins!" "Knight of Burghley wins!" Five seconds more and both these suddenly fall to the rear;. they i are beaten. Ridotto flashes to the front. He carries the primrose and rose, the familiar colors of the popular Earl of Rosebery. The roar now becomes a deafening shout, "Ridotto wins! Ridotto wins!! Ridotto wins! !!" Now they are up to the grand stand i close to the winning post. 'f~Where is Parole ? My God ! where is Parole 1" shrieks a frenzied American close to me. The horses sweep past with thundering hoof, and now, before the grand stand is passed, Fred Archer is seen to let go the head of the' horse with the queer hocks and rough coat i a ih an instaint Ridotto is challenged; two strides more Parole is level with him; the next moment Ridotto is smothered and the "gaudy" colors flash past the post ahead. Twenty thousand pounds, if you please gentle men for the American stable. The moment the horse had passed, the crowd, as usual, rushed in behind, and in the twinkling of an eye the broad green course is packed from rail with a dense black mass, surging toward the "jockey's gate," to see them come back to weigh. Yonder, over thelheads of the crowd, comes the crimson jacket and black cap, and a good hearty cheer, honestly meant and honestly given, greet "the Yan kee." Cheers from the British public, mind, not fronm the ring. You canlx't expect men who are hard hit to cheer; you can't be surprised~ if men who a have laid heavily against this rough b coated horse for the Great Metropoli tan to-morrow to shout "Hooray !" During a recent trial in New London a a rural juror appealed to the court to know "if the lawyers cduld not be stopped from bothering the jury." He had become bewildered in the maze of technicalities and subtleties with.which the lawyers had apparently N mystified the case, and he cried in p anguish of spirit: "Them lawyers fo come here on purpose to bother and a confuse us jurors, don~t they, Judge ?" al "I suppose they do, my friend," is wearily ansmwered is Honor. ol at OutIbBAH ML1TYT ' Hangaing of, ober Oheneyr-00 Pe. r- P m t EIIe &i sbtuk.] , On the first day 'of r'ne last .Oti of comitunity was shocked ,at' tlhe ah r nounem'ent" hat a tape had. been committed on 'a young White girl in this town--Miss Amelia Volght--by a ir colored man. The whole town was in' a state of excitement immediately, and had it not been for the calm coun sels- of a few individuals, Judge i Lynch would have settled the fate of I im who was hung upon the scaffold it yesterday. The fearful deed of rape was com d mitted on the first of June last, 1878. He was arrested iand committed to jail on the samne morning after having beei: badly fiagelated by the brothers of the young'dgirl. On 'the 16th' of is July following a true bill Was found !t by the Grand Jury, and on the 23d of 3, the same month he was tried and c- convicted. He was seetenced on the il 27th of July by Judge Charles Mc r Vea, ,), N, Barrow, Esq., Attorney a for the prisoner, took an'appeal to the o Supreme Court, the case was examinen e and a judgment rendered in April e last. Y On the 5th of May of this year the o Governor signed a death warrant h which was read to the prisoner on the 7th. From that 'time up to the moment of his execution he has ha4 every op portunity of preparing his soul for the great hereafter. He was visited sev eral times by the Catholic priest of this phrish and had every opportu e nity by the visits of preachers of his own color, and almost every denom ination, to select the religion he pro posed to die believing in. He chose the Baptist Church and desired the services of the Rev. John Ashby, of Donaldsonville. The preacher an swered the call, and he in connection with Rev. George Holmes and Rev. i~an Ellis, prepared the prisoner for his final doom. The Rev. John Ash by deserves great credit for his labors in this regard. . About two minutes before the time appointed for the exe cution, we visited the prisoner. He was then eating a biscuit, and in reply to the question we propounded to him, how he felt I he stoically re plied, "Don't you see how I feel, I am hungry." Precisely at 11 o'clock, Sheriff Caneza led the prisoner from the jail to the scaffold, which was erected in the courthouse yard, near the Clerk's office. On mounting the scaffold he looked as one about to exhibit himself. He looked at the scaffold, rope and surroundings wist fully, and appeared--contrary to our expectations-to welcome the mode of death which stared him in the face. BSheriff Caneza, Rev. J. H. Aslhby, George Holmes and Dan Ellis, were with him on the stand. After the reading of the death war rant by Sheriff Caneza, which, by the way, little attention was paid to by the culprit, Cheney made the follow- 1 ing remarks: "Well, my friendsePthank God I am here before you. I hope that I may go to a better world. I have prayed to God that I may go there forever and eternity. This world is nothing but troubles and trials and I hope that all here present ma4 meet me pn the other shore. I hope this will be an example to all the young and old, white and black." After this short speech the.culprit joined in repeating the Lord's prayer with Rev. John Ashby. After the prayer had been finished, d anti a few more words from the preacher, a smile broke forth upon o his countenance--and although we have seen many hangings in our life, we have never seen one suffer death more stoically and bravely than Rob ert Cheney. After his feet and arms had been properly secured, he shook i hands with thie Sheriff and bade him a goodby, and thanked him and the tl jailor for the good treatment he had d received at their hands while a pris- n oner. cl While the hangman-whonm we re- I gret to say-is a native of thie town i and a volunteer on the occasion, was a arujusting the noose, with the assist- t anee of the Sheriff, Cheney uttered h his last word: "Goodby, my friends, tl goodbye, this is the last of me." ci The rope and fall was not properly aj arranged and his struggles were greatr, di over six minutes. On examination ce by the physicians it was clearly at shown that his deatlh was caused bF w straugulation. pi He was cut down at 11 and o'clock H and his body delivered to the congre gation over which George Holmes ti presides, ang he was buried in the ts Society Graveyard. y. . During a difficulty that occurred at to New Texas Landing between George l Washington and Reuben Harden, the former was shot through the neck and instantly killed. A woman was at the bottom of the trouble. Wash ington was quarrelsome, tijifling and of no account.-Pointe Couee Pelican. d John E. PoindexrWA lought ,lp Sto receive, his mo sentenof tw years' 'bprisonment inpthe peosine ary for killing C. Ce. Ourtis on I the tld.i off SMarch last. 'ihe prisoner wasneatly ' dressed in a dark Prince Albert suit. e He did not appear much depressed, f and his tall, slender figure and rather d handsonme features showed to-advan tage. The court had been in session '- nearly an hour when the clerk ordered . Poindexter to stand up, and he asked A him if lie had anything to say why g sentence should not be pronounced. S Much to the surprise of everybody, he f made an address, which had evidently d been prepared, for he read from afew f sheets of paper which were covered d covered with interlineations and e scratches. Its delivery affieted many i- n the court room, and hone more Y visibly than his Honor, Judge .Chris e tian. n Poindexter said: "May it please it your Honor, if I bowed my head to this sentence and did not protest e against the injustice of this verdict It which, if ratified by this community, e makes me the first victim of A revolu tion in a traditional sentiment of my native State, that has educated me to believe that the defeqse of woman e is one of the first duties a man owes to himself and society, I should be false to every feeling that goes to form the strongest conviction of inno cence in my own breast. No one more deeply deplores this sad and most unhappy tragedy and the unfor tunate circumstances that led thereto e than myself. My feelings will not permit me now, nor have I the strength, bowed down with sorrow as my heart now is, to go into any ex tended defense of my course. I do not claim to be faultless. I am but human, and moved by those passions with which God in His judgment hath seen fit to fill the souls of men. As to the charge that I was moved by malice in taking the life of the de ceased, I do, in the name of heaven, again plead not guilty. Let me say ] it in the face of God, and as I value my soul's salvation, I had no desire i or wish to take his life, and every feeling which I may have had was crowded from my mind by the all absorbing thought that my life was at stake, and the God-given law of self-defense alone controlled my ac tion. Willingly and gladly would I give half my days to return to his sorrowing sister and friends the life which lies on my hands and raise from their hearts the grief which no less oppresses~ mine. I will simply t ask that charity may be extended to me and others which I so willingly accord to all. It is not enough, your Honor, that the very foundation of my life will ever be slowly fretted away by the deep sorrow that must accom pany me to my grave. The chas- 1 tisement is surely sufficient, the bit- is terness of which no heart can know but my own. I do not complain of the number of years contained in this verdict. Sir, two are as good as twenty. Suffice it to say, if this ver dict is ever carried into effect, the sentence you are about to pronoune 14 is a death sentence, that crushes out of my life all hope, all happiness, and only leaves me what man's law can- h not take from me. I feel no sense of guilt or disgrace; ut carry this ver- t dict into execution, and, with my nature and the thought of those loved ones who'are so dear to me, I should be utterly crushed. In closing Ithank your Honor, from my heart for your sincere and feeling expression of sym. pathy." . In the beginning Poindexter read s in a firm and distinct voice, which j could be easily heard in all parts of the court room. When he said, "Ic do, in the name of heaven, again plead not guilty," his voice rang out in clear, strong and emplhatfe tones. There was pathos in his uttering, '%ladly would I give half my days,n and "I ask that charity may be ex- e tended to me and others;" but when d he canue to speak of the bitterness of 1 tile chastisement his words began to choke in his throat, and hie was greatly I agitated, and it was only by extraor- y dinary effort that he was able to pro- n ceed. As it was, a few words were stifled in utterance. Hats and hands were placed before many faces as the h prisoner closed and stood with head ' bowed awaiting the dread sentence. i Judge Christian, his voice husky, t then sentenced the prisoner to be a taken to the penitentiary for two years, the execution of which een tence was suspended until August 18, to afford counsel an opportunity to appeal to the Court of Appeals, which meets July 10. cl "Love is blind," and that is the Ii weason why it can get along with one W small lamp turned town as low as "it hi will burn, as well as a blazing chant- " delier of fifty burners. is t. nwgalk, ai':a g ever, and cards are out i ly gentleman walked in as uif . quested aprivate confab a t i with: "You seen like a nice young e bi -, and perhaps you are in lobe With Marury. "Yes, I am," was the hItest rojly. "Haven't said anything to hit et, have you t" "Well, d; bn t I think she1 oiprO e cates my affection." "Does, elibt" Well, let ae ` `i : 6d . something. Her ipoter dd tie, and there's no doubt thati `i d has inherited her insanity." "I am willing to take the chatndes" r replied the lover. "YeSbi but you see Mary hasia tadrii ble temper. She has twice dtia e knife on me with ,intent to Ciommit :, murder." I "I'm used to that--got a sister just et like her," was the answer. "And you know that I have sworn a solemn oath not to give Mary a coent y of my property," continued the fathers e "Well, Id rather start in poor and a build up. There's more romance in it." The old man had one more shot in his carbine, and he said: "Perhaps I ought to tell you that e Mary's mother ran away from haune d with a butcher, and that all .her rela tions lied in the poorhouse. These things might be thrown up in after At years, and, I now warn you." "Mr. Bendigo," replied the. lover, S"I've heard all this before, :, d also that you were on trial for forgery, had to to jump Chicago for bigamy, and served a term in the State Prison for Scattle stealing. I'm going to marry h into your family to give you a decent reputation. There-no thanks.-,good n bye!" y Mr. Bendigo looked after the young ' man, with his mouth wide open, and ', when he could get Iis jaws together, y he said: e "Some hyena has gone and given e me away on my dodge !"--Detroit y Free Press. I- AN ELOPEMENT FRUSBTRATED. a An English girl, near Manchester, tied a string to her toe and let it-the string, not the toe-hang out of the window for a gentleman friend to pull in order that she might not miss her music lesson. The rector of the e church, it is fuirther stated, hearing of O the arrangement, refused the couple Sthe sacrament. And this reminds us Sof a little story. Once upon a time a Syoung lady who desired to get up r withthe larkin order to go on an V eloping tour, adopted the English V girl's plan, and the lover was to be on Shand at daybreak to give thle signal. SThe sting used for the pedal commun ication was a stout cord, and one end was dropped out of a third-story window into the back yard and the other end attached to the damsel's great toe. And the legend runs that a healthy goat of the William per suasion atrose early next morning to Slook for thile early worm, as it were, and wandered into the yard; after eating up all the old tomato cans, barrel staves, and broken crockery ware, he found the string, and took that in as dessert. As soon as the string was drawn taut, the goat stood up on its hind legs and gave the string an impulsive jerk. The girl awoke. 1 The goat gave another sudden pull, and the maiden jumped out of bed with a smothered cry of pain. Then, she stooped down to detach the cord just as the ridiculous beast gave, another violent jerk, and she lost her equilibrimun.and her toe, too, almost -the cord cutting into the tender flesh. She sprang to the window and 1 called in a hoarse whisper, "Stop pulling, Charles; I'll be down in a 1 minute." Then she made another' effort to untie the cord, but that 1 diabolical goat gave his head several angry bobs, and each time the girl gave a cry of pain. Again sihe softly called out in the darkness, "Charlie, if you don't stop jerking that way I'l not come down at all." She was an swered by another savage pull, and the cry of anguish that escaped fromn her lips brought her mother into the room with a look of affright and a lighted lanp. The younglady fainted, the elopement was nipped in the bud, and the disappointed maiden's big toe was sore for two weeks. The goat A bright little fellow of four, the 1 Aon of a former pastor of a:floarishing charcb, who attends the infant disal a Sunday school, received last Sandhy morning a card on which were the words, "Pray without ceasing." After I his mother explained the text he said, I "I guess I won't show this to the min ister;~ he prays too long now." i LEI ' " hire'e -the VI b .n a It re mifts t- , o- l ooeala d ia o ehauig flear s .1 iarnlp* u tleati a Bw Ies eottewi ietraho p for o ftrtisethmmty. -Wh eaa, ntotchet is tender on tainy wentiehe *nwhaiow**etis. The ustainsg eelw I een aeaiwho trbeatar tak .lJit lightly, roll on the grouu4 iaf aginy der ethe etnng; atendi heg kawM a e, and wh eD eln had lei haek ito a grove of the tireep t$ hmh ruwih in the srb. , lirb tgI J pieces frene the follwedte prti Tb small stn ag trees, a fe oinghei high, are as dangerous as py, lbe, so bard to seeh aptsei oelimpeiw I Ing one's awies. the scrub iss ually Tfouid growing among palm trees."a M gs t imd , aMi., Heraud. On the 8th. nstant one of the most cold-blooded and diabolical eamnmders was committed in the extreme easterm portion of this county. While Mr. Isaac Danan was plowing in his field, not a great way from his house, he was waylaid ,anrd murdered by dtw unknown pardes. Theo asassins had' taken their position behind a log just over the fence at the ends of the rows After awaiting a favorableopportunt ty, and when Duncan had his back to them, they fired upon him with a shot-gun, hitting him in the back with a number of buckshot, then Jumpinag the fence the followed their victim some twenty steps, shooting him three times with a pistol, after his brains were shot out his fore head was beaten in wit h the breech of a gun, Two persons were working not a great way athn the ftime, and bearing the r ing Lone of heom also heard Du0,ean on hastening to his ssiotance, found hi lying dhen meand hais lrthing on aire. Dunean fwill upe imembered as the .man who wasini inte i this county in 1878 for murder, and who was discharged for want of evidenMc against him. Negoces are supposed to be fthe m hlderers. No a rrest avo been made. George Elliott says that girls are "delicat e vessels." T heay are the sort of vessels that youldng men frequently put to the ir lips, but they are not so delHeate as their pallor often implies. Did George ver mhear of a girl woalk ing 000 quarter mitles in 000 quarter hourse It is thesa girl who dances until 2 a. m. ander who site at the pianot two houres in the afternoon and siges, slapjacks for supper, wh is a "dei-e trate faith thus: "Children, if I s.ould tell you that one day I saw a monkey . elimbing a liberty pole, wounld you; believe men" "Yes, sir;" unwanit mously. "Well, that is faith; you believe me because I say it, and you feel that I would not tell an unt4fth." The next day the question was qasked ofthe same children, "Wthatftiaithig " "A hiorkrey climbing a liberty pole," answered a qulgk little boy.-&ee Francisco Cal. The Milledgeylle.eodier says the only grave. of a. Federal soldier in their city cemetery was decorated with flowers, and a miniature United. States flag, madefor the purpose, was placed upon on Decoration Day. * A religious weekly inquirest'where shall we rest?" An exchange an swers as follows: "My dear sir, the best place to find rest, and plenty of it, is to become a clerk in sadrygoods stor(, that doesn't advertise." Iumoris a very importa1te ent in every man's life. Neither man nor plant thrives in the shade. It is nee esaaryv, however, to see that it is good humor rather than bad,