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Volume XXIX. No. 12.
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Marriage notices 25 cents W i- ill" Hflstrg. THE FIYE KNAVES—AN ORIEN TAL TALE, BY JOHN 6. SAXK. Once on a time, in Indostan, A thief conceived a cunning plan (So potent is the voice of Hope) To save his throttle from the rope, Though now the day was drawing nigh When he by law was doomed to die. He bade the jailor tell the King He fain would show a wondrous thing— A precious secret fairly worth The ear of any prince on earth. And now the culprit, being led Into the royal presence, said, ‘‘This golden coin which here you see, If planted, will become a tree Whose fruit—increased an hundred-fold— Will be, like this, the purest gold. I pray your Majesty to try If this be true before I die.” With this, the King and courtiers went Into the garden with intent To plant the carious coin-of gold. But now, when all was ready, “Hold!” Exclaimed the thief—“this hand of mine W#b)<j purely spoil our whole design ; The hand that plants the gold must be (Else all is naught) entirely free From stain of fraud; and so I pray Your gracious Majesty will lay in earth.” 4 ‘Yes—no—in sooth.” The King replied, “for in my youth I pilfered from my sire; some stain, For all my sorrow may remain; My good Prime Minister is here, His hand, no doubt, is wholly clear Of any taint.” “Nay,” he replied, 4 ‘That’s more than I can well decide ; As tax-receiver—now—l may Have kept a trifle. So I pray •To he’excused for prudence sake, And let our Commissary take The coin in hand. Sure that were best, For he, no doubt, can stand the test. 4 ‘Faith!” said the Commissary, “I Would rather not. I can’t deny My good intent; but since I pay j Large sums of money every day For soldiers, sailors, and a herd Of spies—l wouldn’t give my word K have not kept a small amount Not entered in my book account. Since an error—e’en the least— I Would spoil the charm, pray let the priest * Proceed to plant the coin of gold.” . “Nay, that I fear would be o’er bold; , - Despite my prayers and pious zeal,” Replied his Reverence, I ‘l deal In tithes and sacrificial dues; And so I pray you will excuse My sharing in a work like this, Where nothing must be done amiss.” “Faith 1” said the thief, “since nu man here (As we have learned) is wholly clear Of knavish tricks, I ask you whether We should not all be hung together?” The monarch, laughing, made reply, “Why, yes, if every rogue must die; Well, since we five are knaves confest, I pardon you—and spare the rest!’’ Stallang. PHILLIS WHEATLEY, THE NEGRO POETESS. BT JAMES J'ARTON It startles us to read of a “slave mar ket” in the city of Boston. Nevertheless, we all know that slaves were imported into Boston in colonial times; and what was called the slave market was probably nothing more than some shed or other building near the wharf where the ships from Africa were unladen. Almost every nnmber of the old Boston Gazette contaihs some advertisement relating to slaves. A paper published May twenty-fourth, 1761, had the following: “A. parcel of hearty, likely negroes, imported last week from Africa, to be sold. Inquire of Captain Wickham, or Mr. John Avery at his house near the White Horse.” It might have been among that very 44 parcel” of slaves that the negro poetess, Phillis Wheatley, was exposed for sale ; for it was in the year 1761, that she was brought from Africa. She could not, howetef, have been correctly described as 4 ‘hearty.** She was a delicate looking little girl, seven or eight years of age; and it was the very delicacy of her ap pearance that attracted the attention of Mrs. John Wheatley, wife of a respecta ble merchant of the town, who bought her and took her home. She was not so young but that she bad recollections of her na tive land. She remembered her mother saluting the rising sun by pouring out a libation of water—a common act of wor fhilL it appears, among some African tribe#.' She remembered also her father’s j grief when she was torn from his arms to be sold into perpetual slavery. She al ludes to the agonizing scene in her poem to the Earl of Dartmouth, written during the excitement preceding the American Revolution: “Should you, my Lord, while you peruse my song, Wonder from whence my love of freedom sprung, Whence flow these wishes for the common good, By feeling hearts alone best understood— I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate, Was snatched from Afric’s fancied happy seat. What pangs excruciating must molest, What sorrows labor in my parent’s breast! Steeled was that soul, and by no misery moved, Tfcat from a father seized his babe beloved. Such, such my case! and can I then hut pray, Others may never feel tyrannic sway?” There is one more allusion to her being brought from Africa in her poems, written about the time of her joining the church: “’ Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, and there’s a Saviour, too, Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our noble race with scornful eye, ‘Their color is a diabolic dye.’ Remember, Christians, negroes black as Cain, May be refined, and join the angelic train.” This little girl was placed in a refined and intelligent household when she was seven or eight years of age. Being en couraged and taught to read by members of the family, she made astonishing pro gress. Her master declared that, sixteen months after she had been brought, “an uncultivated barbarian,” from Africa, she could read the most difficult parts of the Bible—“to the great astonishment of all wjio heard her.” She took to writing of Ber own accord, and seems to have had no assistance in it; but in three years af ter landing in Boston, she could write a very good letter. There was another hu man wonder at the time, Samson Occom, an Indian, who after having taught an Indian school for ten or eleven years, was ordained, and made the tour of Great Britain, preaching there between three and four hundred sermons. One of her first letters was written to this man. She also learned Latin enough to make out easy sentences. Among the books in her master’s house was a copy of Pope’s translation of Homer, a work which has perhaps delighted and influenced as many persons as any of the last century :n i a half. It made upon her mind the deepest impression, and she appears to have been led on to read trans lations of Virgil, Terence, Ovid and other ancient poets. When she began to com pose verses, she wrote so much in the style of Pope, that some of her lines might really pass for his. Take these as a spe cimen : “While Homer paints, lo ! circumfus’d in air, Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear ; The length’ning line-moves lanquishing along. When great Patroclus courts Achilles’ aid, The grateful tribute of my tears is paid; Prone on the shore he feels the pangs of love, And stern Pelides’ tenderest passions move.” In the same poem she makes a very pretty and becoming allusion to the Afri can birth of the Roman poet Terence : “But say, ye Muses, why this partial grace To one alone of Afric’s sable race; From age to age transmitting thus his name, With the first glory in the rolls of fame?” Such lines as these, if they were writ ten by a young lady in one of our best seminaries, would be considered indicative of talent. They would certainly show a sympathetic mind, and that fluency of pen, which give promise of future literary excellence. But here was an African slave, who never went to school, and, al though the pet of the household, was not exempt from the labors of her station.— It is not surprising that she was regarded in Boston as a prodigy. She was for some years a kind of poet laureate of the place, from whose pen verses were expected when any one of note died or was married, went abroad or returned home. At sixteen she. joined the church, and from this time many of her versos took'a religious cast, some of them presenting a curious mixture of heathen and Christian theology. In 1773, when she was about nineteen years of age, a small collection of her poems was published in London, with the following title: “Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral. By Phillis Wheatley, negro servant to Mr. John Wheatley, of Boston in New England.” It was thought so incredible that an African slave girl should write such verses, that a certificate declaring that she had really written them was inserted in the volume, bearing the signatures of the Governor and Lieutenant-Governor of Massachusetts, John Hancock, and fifteen other eminent gentlemen of Boston. The work attracted immediate attention. Soon after she accompanied a member of the family to London, where she had a dis tinguished reception from the Countess of Huntington, and the religious bodies in sympathy with her. Among the presents which she received in London was a cost ly folio edition of Paradise Lost, which is now preserved in the library of Harvard College. After some months’ stay in England, she returned to America, where she continued to compose verses upon 1 passing events. I presume some of her AND CHARLES COUNTY ADVERTISER. poems must have obtained currency in the newspapers of the day. and these are by no means her best efforts, • Mr. Jeffrson alludes to them in a well known passage of his Notes on YHrginia. “Never yet,” he says, “could I find that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration, * * * * Religion, indeed, has produced a Phillis Wheatley, but it could not produce a poet. The compositions published under her name are below the dignity of criticism ” If Mr. Jefferson had possessed her vol ume, I think he would hardly have dis missed it so contemptuously. Mr. Duyc kinck quotes a line from her poem upon Niobe, which alone should have saved ber from so sweeping a condemnation: “With clouds encompass’d glorious Phoebus stands; The feathered vengeance quivering in his hands." Take the following, also, from her Hymn to the Morning, It is certainly above the “level of plain narration.” “Aurora, hail, and all the thousand dyes Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies! The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On every leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.” She gave one indication of superior in telligence in the warm interest she took in the stirring events of that memorable time. When Washington went to take command of the forces about Boston, she was living in Providence, Rhode Island, whence she wrote to the General a letter enclosing a copy of verses. “I have taken the freedom,” she wrote, “to address your Excellency in the en closed Poem, and entreat your acceptance, though I am not insensible of its inaccu racies. Your being appointed by the Grand Continental Congress to be Gene ralissimo of the armies of North America, together with the fame of your virtues, excite sensations not easy to suppress.— Your generosity, therefore, I presume, will pardon the attempt. Wishing your Excellency all possible success in the great cause you are so generously engaged in, I am your Excellency’s most obedient hum ble servant, Phillis Wheatley.” The lines were in the taste of the day, but quite as well written as the best of the newspaper verses composed in imitation of Pope. They conclude thus: “Proceed, great Chief, with virtue on thy side, Thy every action let the Goddess guide. A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine With gold unfading, Washington, be thine.” Washington replied to her with all his usual courtesy, amid the anxieties of the period, “I thank you,” he wrote, “most^ein ■ icerely for your polite notice of me, in the lelegant lines you enclosed; and however (undeserving I may be of such enconiura laud panegyric, the style and manner ex- Ibibit a striking proof of your poetical tal- in honor of which, and as a tribute justly due to you, I would have published the poem, had I not been apprehensive that, while I only meant to give the world this new instance of your genius, I might have incurred the imputation of vanity. This, and nothing else, determined me to give it place in the public prints. If you should ever come to Cambridge, or near head-quarters, I shall be happy to see a person so favoured by the Muses, and to whom Nature has been so liberal and beneficent in her dispensations.” The General was more just to her than Mr. Jefferson. If this interesting girl wrote nothing that can be called poetry, except here and there a line or a couplet, she came near enough to it to do honor to her race, and give us hope of its one day contributing its share to the intellectual wealth of mankind. She was not exempt from the common unhappy lot of poets. After her return from England, she was so unfortunate as to marry a colored man, named John Peters, who was totally un worthy of her. .He was first of all a shop keeper, and his shop failing, he became a journeyman baker. Not relishing hard labor, he set up in professional life, first as a lawyer, and then as a doctor. The result was, that the amiable and gifted Phillis lived iu poverty and misery, and died in 1784, when she was but thirty years of age. Many editions of her poems have been published, one as late as 1838. A volume of her letters also has been pri vately printed in Boston within the last few years. She was much the most in teresting person of her color and sex with whom the public has had an opportunity to become acquainted.— Wood's House hold Magazine. ***- Something- Worth Laughing For. The books have told us that George I Washington never laughed aloud. It doesn’t seem just right to dispute them, but here is a story told by an old soldier , whose children told it to mo, that shows how even books may be mistaken. For long weeks the grand array of the ■ Revolution had suffered from hardship and cold, as few armies had suffered before. i The faces of the men were pale and thin, their forms wore bowed and shivering with > cold (for they were clothed in rags,) and 1 their feet, all bare, or covered with no i thing but fragments of leather, loft bloody i marks upon the snow wherever they walk i ed. They might have disbanded and gone • away to their homes for clothing and shel PORT TOBACCO, MARYLAND., FRIDAY, JULY 19,1872. ter; but there was a country to save, li berty to win. and their noble commander to follow into the heart of fiery battles. I do not think a man went home. Far away, there was another comman der —a fair and true hearted woman. She marshalled her forces from far and near —only women and girls ! Into their hands she placed shining weapons, and, armed in like manner, she took the van and cheered them on to battle. That was a silent and bloodless war ; but it was a vic torious one. Ere the winter was half gone, an enemy was vanquished, for whom no sword had terrors, and who had never quailed before the loudest cannon. One morning the old soldier, (but he was young then,) standing in front of , George Washington’s tent, saw the Gen eral come to the door and look abroad over the encampment. Here and there a sol • dier was carrying water to his tent, or hewing wood to feed the fire that must roast his scanty breakfast of potatoes ; but there was none of that noisy mirth that I soldiers are noted for. All were wan, and speechless, and despairing. Suddenly there came in sight, just turning a corner of the camp road near [ by, three wagons, laden from dashboard to tailboard. Upon the foremost load, sat a fair and noble woman, the woman whom the great commander loved the best in all i the world—his wife. She had come, the i conquerer of the knitting needles, the i queen of stockings! The young soldier looked at his com ■ mander. O’er all that more than kingly face there was a sudden flush of joy and George Washington lifted up his voice and laughed aloud! MARVELLOUS CONJUEEES. Some of the feats of the Japanese Jug glers are very remarkable. One will lie down on his buck with a boy balanced on the end of the nose, the boy supporting an umbrella on the end of his own nose. Another will hold up his foot, upon the sole of which a boy plants his nose and ' balances himself in the air. Some of these feats seem impossible, without the aid of some concealed machinery. One juggler exhibited to the spectators a large open fan, which he held in his right ’ hand, then threw it into the air, caught it by the handle in bis left band, squatted down, fanned hknseif, a*£ burping his , head in profile, gave a long sigh, during which the image of a galloping horse issu :ed from his mouth. Still fanning himself, he shook from his right sleeve an army, of ! little men, who presently, bowing and ! dancing, vanished from sight. Then he bowed, closed the fan and held it in his ■ two hands, during which time his own head disappeared, then became visible, but of colossal size, and finally reappeared in 1 its natural dimensions, but multiplied four ■ or five times. They set ajar before him, ' and in a short time he issued from the ! neck, rose slowly into the air, and vanis -1 hed in clouds along the ceiling. f But nothing on record parallels the as y tonishing exhibitions of the Russian Pir ; netti, styled the Wizard of the North. The Czar Alexander, having heard ! Pirnctti much spoken of, was desirous of seeing him ; and one day it was announ ced to the conjurer that he would have the 1 honor of giving a representation of his magical powers at court, the hour fixed L for him to make his appearance being seven o’clock. A brilliant and numerous 1 assembly of ladies and courtiers, presided I over by the Czar, had met, but the con jurer was absent. Surprised and displeas ed, the Czar pulled out his watch, which • indicated five minutes after seven. Pir netti had not only failed in being in wait [ ing, but he had caused the court to wait, ; and Alexander was not more patient than Louis XIV. A quarter of au hour had 1 passed, half an hour, and no Pirnetti! Messengers who had been sent in search of him returned unsuccessful. The anger of the Czar, with difficulty restrained, dis -1 played itself in threatening exclamations. ' At length,'after the lapse of an hour, the ; door of the saloon opened, and the gentle ! man of the chamber announced Pirnetti, 1 who presented himself with a calm front, L and the serenity of one who has done no r thing to reproach himself with. The Czar, 1 however, was greatly displeased ; but Pir netti assumed an air of astonishment, and ■ replied with the greatest coolness, “Did ; not your majesty command my presence at seven o’clock precisely ?” 1 “Just sol” exclaimed the Czar, at the height of exasperation. “Well, then,” said Pirnetti, “let your majesty deign to look at your watch, and you will perceive that lam exact, and that it is just seven o’clock.” > The Czar, pulling out his watch violent t ly, in order to confound what he consider , ed a piece of downright insolence, was com r pletely amazed. The watch marked seven , o’clock ! In turn all the courtiers drew out their watches, which were found as usual ; exactly regulated by that of the sovereign. I Seven o’clock! indicated with a common . i accord all the watches, clocks of the palace. The art of the magician was at i once manifest in this strange retrogression i in the march of time. To anger succeed - ed astonishment and admiration. Per f ceiviug that the Czar smiled, Pirnetti - j thus addressed him : 3! “Your majesty will pardon me. It i was by the performance of this triek that I was desirous of making my first appear ance before you. But I know how pre cious truth is at court; it is at least ne cessary that your watch should tell it to you, sire. If you consult it now, you will find that it marks the real time.” The Czar again drew forth his watch lit pointed to a few minutes past eight; the same rectification had taken place in all the watches of those present, and in the clocks of the palace. The exploit was fol lowed by others equally amusing and sur prising. At the close of the performances the Czar, after having complimented Pir netti, brought back to his remembrance that in the course of the evening’s amuse ments he had declared that such was the power of his art that he could penetrate everywhere. “Yes, sire, everywhere!” replied the* conjurer, with-modest assurance. “What!” exclaimed the Czar, “could you penetrate even into this palace, were I to order all the doors to be closed and guarded ?” “Into this palace, sire, or even into the apartment of your majesty, quite as easi ly as I should enter into my own house,” said Pirnetti. “Well, then.” said the Czar, “at mid day to-morrow I shall have ready in my closet the price of this evening’s amuse ments—one thousand rubles. Come and get them. But I forewarn you that the doors shall be closed and carefully guar ded.” * “To-morrow at mid-day, I shall have the honor of presenting myself before your majesty,” replied Pitnetti, who bowed and withdrew. The gentlemen of the household follow ed the conjurer to make sure that he quit ted the palace; they accompanied him to his lodgings, and a number of police sur rounded the dwelling from the moment he entered it. The palace was instantly clos ed, with positive orders not to suffer, un der any pretext whatever, any one to enter, were he prince or valet, until the Czar himself should command the doors to be opened. These orders were strictly enforced con fidential persons having watched their ex ecution. The exterior openings to the palace were guarded by the soldiery. All the approaches to the imperial apartments were protected by high dignitaries, whom a simple professor of the art of legerde main possessed no means of bribing. In short, for greater security, all the keys had been carried into the imperial cabi net. A few moments previous to the hour fixed for Pirnetti’s interview with the Czar, the chamberlain on service brought to his majesty a dispatch which a messenger had handed him through an opening in the door. It was a report from the minister of police that Pirnetti had not left home. “Aha! he has found out the undertak ing is impracticable, and he has abandon ed it,” observed the Czar, with a smile. Twelve o’clock sounded. While the last stroke yet reverberated, the door which communicated from the bedroom of the Czar to the cabinet opened, and Pirnetti appeared. The Czar drew back a couple of paces, his brow darkened, and after a momentary silence,, he said: “Are you aware, that you may become a very dangerous individual?” “Yes, sire,” he replied; “but I am only an humble conjurer, with no ambi tion save that of amusing your majesty.” “Here,” said the Czar,” are the thou sand rubles for last night, and a thousand for this day’s visit.” Pirnetti, in offering his thanks, was in terrupted by the Czar, who, with a thoughtful air, inquired of him, “do you count on yet remaining some time in St. Petersburg ?” “Sire,” he replied, “I intend setting off this week, unless your majesty orders a prolongation of my sojourn.” “No,” hastily observed the Czar; “it is not my intention to detain you ; and, moreover,” continued he with a smile, “I should vainly endeavor to keep you against your will. You know how to leave St. Petersburg as easily as you have found your way into this palace.” “I could do so, sire,” said Pirnetti; “but far from wishing to quit St. Peters burg stealthily and mysteriously, I am desirous of quitting it in the most public manner possible, by giving to the inhabi tants of your capital a striking example of my magical powers.” Pirnetti could not leave like an ordin ary mortal; it was necessary that he should crown bis success in the Russian capital by something surpassing his previous efforts; therefore, on the evening preced ing the day fixed for his departure, he an nounced that he should leave St. Peters burg the following day at ten o’clock in the morning, and that be should quit by all the city gates at the same moment! Pub lic curiosity was excited to the highest , degree by this announcement. St. Peters burg at that time had fifteen gates, which were encompassed by a multitude eager to witness this marvellous departure. : The spectators at these various gates j all declared that at ten o’clock, precisely, i Pirnetti, whom they all prefcctly recog • nized, passed through. “He walked at a slow pace and with head erect, in order to i be better seen,” they said; “and he bade us adieu in a clear and audible voice.” t These unanimous testimonies were con t! firmed^ y the written declaration of the ■ officers placed at every gate to inspect the • passports of travellers. The inscription ■ of Pirnetti’s passports were inscribed in > the fifteen registers. Where is the w\z t ard, whether coming from the North or South, who could in these degenerate days • perform so astonishing an exploit? Roads in France. In France, when a road has been built in good order by the landlords, or by the district, or by a commonwealth, it is classi i fied and given in charge to the Cantomier, or roadman. The roadmap is a workingman of good steady habits. K nice little stone house , is built for his use, with a garden, in the . most central part of the different roads he has charge of. J ’ He receives from the State a fixed an- , nual salary, and must give all bis time to ( the roads he is entrusted with, and keep . them in constant repair. A wheelbarrow, shovel and a kind of iron club to break big stones, is about all the tools he has. There are from place to place, some ( little huts by the roadside where he can , find shelter and place his tools, when too , far from his habitation. He wears a silver | badge on his breast like some conductors , of trains or policemen, showing that he is the roadman. He also has a kind of crook surmounted by his -number, which he plants on the side of the road at the place where he is working. It indicates bis 1 near presence. As soon as a hole or a depression exists in the road, he fills it with stones that be breaks from time to time when he has nothing else to do. Those piles of stone , broken to a size according to regulation, , form nice perfect cubes of about a yard. He takes from these piles when wauted.. , The big stones are carried by farmers and others to the required places, and the farmers pay in that way their road tax. Others who have no horses or wagons, , would acquit themselves by day labor uu , der the direction and with the assistance of the roadman, who keeps a strict account , of such labor. Under .-that system the , work of repairing is done conscientiously, , as there is somebody responsible for the [ keeping of the roads in good , costs in reality very little; for being con , stantly repaired, daily nursed aud.attend . ed, the roads once built last eternally, and they are beautiful highways, each roadman , being proud of having the best roads in , his keeping. The county roadmen have a sort of milit. ry organization ; their chief is a su i pervisor, who has to attend to the details of administration, keep the books, settle , accounts and disputes, etc., and rides very . often over the roads of bis county to see that each subordinate faithfully obeys in . structious and discharges bis duty. Some Points for Young Teachers. Do not assign a lesson for young pupils to prepare in half an hour which, to pre pare yourself upon so as to hear it with out a book, would, require two hours. Have common sense enough not to ex pect your pupils to be more thorough in ’ the lesson without a book than you are with the book. Be just enough not to use a book at a recitation when you do not permit the pu pils to do so. Have a definite, fixed length of time for your recitations, and never overreach it. If you are forgetful, make a pupil iu your class monitor, to tell you when, to stop the lesson in time to hear the review, or give the preparatory drill. ’ Introduce every recitation by review ing briefly the preceding lesson. Conduct the recitation with a view to having the pupils realize the few points involved. Take time, before excusing the class, to recapitulate points made. Just before assigning the next lesson, give preparatory drills on the coming bard points. Be sure that the whole lesson has test ed the reasoning power , not the memory of your pupils. University Monthly . To Re or Not to Be. The following conversation between a 1 young lady who wrote for magazines and ! an old gentleman who believed he could ■ • speak English, occurred somewhere in f Massachusetts, and is quoted for the bene fit of grammarians: Old Gentleman —“Are there any bous l es building in your village ?” Young Lady—“No, Sir. There is a • new house being built for Mr. Smith, but it is the carpenters who are building.” Gentleman “True; I stand correct ■ ed. To be building is certainly a differ ■ ent tßing from to be being built. And I how long has Mr. Smith’s house been be • ing built ?” ' Lady (looks puzzled a moment, and • then answers rather abruptly.) “Nearly 1 a year.” Gentleman —“How much longer do you think it will be being built?” i Lady (explosively.) “Don’t know.” , Gentleman —“I should thick Mr. Smith - would be annoyed by its being so long i being built, for the house be now occupies j being old, he must leave it, and the new ; ;sne being only being built, instead of be ’ ing built as he expected be cannot —” . I Here the gentleman perceived that the ; lady had disappeared- 1 3 *9 r* 5 n Terms : $2, in advance. Spurious Syrups. Spurious Syrups. Chemistry has got the advantage of the sugar grower to Ibe matter of manufactur ing syrups, and now patronizes the wheat and potato raiser, A New Orleans chemist has found this oat. His attention Was di rected to a substance sold largely by deal ers under the name of sugar drips, and afterwards retailed as golden syrup, which on examination is found to be a triumph of science over nature. It does not con tain a particle of sugar, but is produced by the destructive action of sulphuric acid (oil of vitrol) upon starch. He gives the following as a means of determining the character of a syrup. Dissolve a tea spoonful of the “golden syrup” in a wine glass of rain water; then add a few grains of tannic acid, when it .will turn as trlaek as ink if the article is spurious. If not convenient to procure, make a cup of strong tea (which, contains tannin)! and add a teaspoonful of the “golden,” and ft fair quantity of ink will appear. The pure cane syrup will mix with the fluid without producing any chemical changes on the addition of the tannic acid: Adul teration is everywhere, and at the rate w# are drifting now, it will not be long be fore it will be impossible to procure any article in common use in a pore state. Shade Trees. No native tree we have'is better adapt ed to the purposes of shade and ornament than the sugar maple. .Its foliage is ftflT and dense, and its form is that of a round- 1 ed cone of beautiful proportions. It far also clean and free from insect enemies.- It would be well if, in planting shade trees’ on our streets, there could be a suitable' alternation of different kinds, some of rap id growth for temporary use, and others for permanence. Some attention should also be paid to variety. Probably thtf very best trees for general street planting are the different varieties of the maple.— Next in value we would place .the elms. For intermediate and temporary planting, the box elder and the ash may be men tioned. Here and there should be tbfa bass wood, or linn, the tulip tree, the horstf chestnut, and the buckeye, ’ - 't ■ - * 1 Drinking,— No man ever became - H drunkard, lived a drunkard's Hfir,diedft drunkard’s death, and filled a drunkard’ft -grave, as a matter ei f?e*chhioft..s-No-one i ever became an excessive .drinker. If i| were the habit of all not to, take the first step, and thus not become moderate drin kers, the unutterable horrors and woe, the destitutions and crime, which result frotaS this master evil of intemperance, Wdctld cease. Wives and children and friends and communities would nof motfrn oiet loved ones - thus dishonored and lost. Bkt it is the habit of drinking becoming tbo law of their being and of their Itfcj tbs lack of resisting power resulting from this terrible thraldom, the fever of hsbitilal temptation and appetite, which causes that yearly death-march of sixty thousand of our people to the saddest of all graves, fal lowed as mourners by half a million ot worse than widowed wives and worse than orphaned children. , &W A contemporary says : That Anlei icans do not take air and exercise enough is an admitted fact, and it stares us ia the face iu the shape of pale, debilitated men of forty, and sallow, hollow-cheeked-ptWSe woman of thirty. There is a lack of miig cle in the men and of bloom in the women. The climate is a trying one, to be sdre, but that very fact should only stimulate us to fight with and overcome, not to fly from it, and seek refuge from it id interior atmospheres fifty times more fatal. Have we reasons to fear consumption, that great insidious foe—straightway we house our selves, muffle ourselves, heat ottrselves, and deny the simplest breath of air access to our lungs. We drug our bodies with costly artificial tonics, but we neglect those fully and without cost. One-half of us are faded, bot-bouse flowers; the rest a race of unfortunate overworked bipeds.— Out-of-door exercise is a grand essentia) to bealth. . Specific for Dipxueria. —The Italian journals published a letter from Dr. Gio vanni Calligari, describing the remarka ble success which has attended bis treat ment of diptheria with phenio acid. He relates the losses he formerly experienced • among bis patients when treating them with emollients, solvents, and cauterisa tion with hydrochloric acid, and observes that this cauterization can no more eradi cate the morbid principle than tearing the leaves off a plant will destroy the root.— He now simply uses a gargle of pbenic acid and distilled water, with external ap plications of new flannel; the food and drink to be taken cold. After the adop tion of this treatment Dr, Calligari lost but one patient out of fifty-eight. He requested the Italian journals to publish this discovery. Pheuio acid is the agent which is now being used in this country as a remedy for cancer. ■, > * , X-irThompson is not going to have anything more to do with conundrum*. He recently asked bis wife the difference between his head and a hogshead, and she said there was none, ijo gays that i is not the right answer.