VOL. LIU. WTIRIHFSS. 0. k>tk fr*.; Vat roch long years Ma 4 wdr U.rou :h hopes and fears, ■iwt ache an 1 bleed beneath yoitr load 1. nearer to the wayside inn, Whsre toil ettall cease and rest begin, km weary thinking of >our road. O. little bauds that weak or strong. Haw aTUI to aerw. or roie eo Jong. Haw a-ill so long to giw or ask ; L who a anck with to* and pen Hew toiled among my fe low men. Am weary, thinking of >our aek. 0. little heart*, tlat throb and beat V th ooh unfMftient feverish heat. Sack km itiew and atreng desire- ; Hma. that ao lot g haa tlowel and burned. With passione into aahea tnrn d. Now oowre and conoea'a its fires. IHE RIVALS. What a borse be was ! atnl Abel's own, 100. Ah! it was a proud day for Abel when he paid his h wig-hoarded t wohumired and cat in his own team—a man independ ent of the wtwW—in its truest Knar a rich man. Abel was in a thriving w ay. lie owned a neat borne—boasted of a mat wife —a pertly one too—ami called as beautiful a £Tr\ daughter as might be found in the wltoie ooontrv. Xattm hail been lavish of favors with Miss Kelt. Indeed she had—for w hat ac evwnpliahmcrus abe could not Nast f Ah, tat lam wrong here; Nelly was ao boaster. She* was quit*, gentle, thoughtful, merry, rankfwied —that is. slie was all these by turns, and charming in each, ami Abel was ekaerredly proud erf his daughter. The first thine after the purcl ase of the fine animal was to bring it lawne. Arriv ing at his own door, wife, child and neigh bors must come out to look.. How beauti ful he- was. they all said, smoothing down its week sides: the most knowing ones I.uiking such suggestions as professional V4iie-JMts°' required. **Ys; 1 think 1 needn't lie ashamed of my bargain this time." said Al>el, in his char, confident voice, ''Look wife," he added, in an undertone : while she quickly A dark brown team wagon was briskly drawn along that moment by a high, whit ish-gray horse, whose persevering "nid. aid. nodding." seemed to say. "I'm a sure horse and a safe one; slow, perhaps, but always to he depended on." Forward on a sea: ea: a strong-bodied man with a good enough face, saving that an ugly frown iVetTartrdsomewhat from a usually pleasant crpreeaoo. He drove as rapidly as tlie Tamsr space would admit, spitefully strik ing his horse, but apparently glancing neither right nor left. It might seem as lhough aaue unpleasant occurrence had thrown a veil over the happy scene. To him it seemed as if all was veiled—and so k was. darkened and blasted by the breach otf euvp. —What"a the uusmr now, Tim ? What's pome m rong to day ! I know something aaa. bvtbm black look of roars. What's tin matter with your tea r" ' ThuacbT take the tea!" he muttered, urninc uneasily; thander take the tea and i-verything else; •'here's Abe Saunders got a new horse on purpose to drive me out. 1 know it. O. if I could only compass tliat tellow T** "Who. father r" asked a hearty voice, as the door opened and in walked a tall young fdkw, with a face as sunny as the day had been. The frown partly vanished as Tim met that frank, iomhwie face, for he felt proud of his boy. who was. he was sure, growing up an hwv to him. For Tim was clerk in the neighboring city. Again the blackness as Tim's mind re verted u> his trouljt : "That confounded Abe Saunders is push ing me out of business as fast as he can." he sullenly answered. "What has be done now. father ?** Bm 4he question was put so cheerfully that Tun fe!* half inclined to visit his w rath upon his son. •-Done! what is he always doing?" he growled. "Making more show, and catch ing more fools; lying alwm rm more than likely. Wasn't my Iwtrineas latter than his five vears ago f Haven't 1 been running down and han't he been climlttng up? Hasn't he bought himself a house, and a bone, and been painting his wagon f And don't his wife go to church every Sunday with brand new dresses on i* Titer* weeks from that Tim had a new home ah*: his wagon was painted fresh, a bright bine frock replaced his old one, and Tim made altogether a brave appearance. Boa tftmt he pinched at home was too ap inreuL The butcher, wboae cart usually wood every day before Tim's house, stopped now bis throe times in the week. Fresh leaves were seldom ordered from the baker's Matrv. Tim's wife, staid at home from mwrtiiy hrcauae she had not a dress decent to appear at church, much less a bonnet and other lanntial clothing. The tnTihgis. Tim by his angn* jealousy kvK the good will of his best customers. Smarting under a supposed sense of injury, he was not slow to imputing to AbeL, once Ins bosons friend, motives altogether stran gers to that good man's breast. His hints, ohacnew and lightly dropped, failed of their effect; he could not injure Abel's business. at untitling block was his habit of tippling, (hammers prefened one who could at all times be depended upon; who never roelcd in his seat; whose cheeks and rye* were neither flushed nor fiery. Of Ton these things could seldom be said: and month after month his business decreased ia spite of his new horse and gay wagon. These things could not be without their esult, and gradually Mrs. Fuller lost her old rime healthful look. Had her husband cared to look he would hare known what her glassy eye and sink ng check meant, but be did not. And thus it was that one day in a sudden fit of delirious fever the poor woman wandered forth from her home, die knew not where. Heedless of her steps the poor woman tottered along, but at last a blinding vertigo seized her. she km all consciousness and fell heavily to the ground. Kelly Saunders sat at a side window of bcr fathers bouse sewing and singing. Lrery few moments she would take from the folds of her dress a small miniature and look fondly at the features delineated there. "Kelly, my child," said her mother, while the blushing girl thrust back the like neasjust a* her mother saw it, "Come here and look over the way. There, what does it mean I Some poor creature either tipsy or sick." "It wont harm us to go and see, " re l liad Kelly, her gase growing sadly intent; 4 it may lie somebody's mother, you know; ami poor creature, evou If she had been drinking " But Nelly was otit before she had finish ed the sentence, ac ross the street, and as rapidly luok again. "Mother," slie cried, all out of breath, ' who do you tliiuk, what do you think i it is Frank's own mother. O, dear?" and she began to cry. "It makes me feel wretchedly tn see her so, for she must be very sick indeed. Thete don't seem to bo any life in her; and she's as white, whiter than these curtains." Mrs. Saunders hurried across with her daughter. The poor woman was slightly recovering. She raised her hand muttering: "Don't don't, Tim, we're so poorly now," and again the head ami hand dropp ed. That night when Abel came home, lie fore his quick, heavy tread sounded on the door, Nelly ran noisely forward with her finger on her lip. She led him softly into the little kitchen and pointed to the slum bering woman. He leaned over the insensible form, and then turning to Nelly, said: "Go after IXx'tor James—tell him it's a ease of life and death ; that woman is sicker than you or 1 know. Then hurry and let Tim know; he must be worried by this time, if she has lieen here since morning. But a Live all, send the doctor; she's a sick woman." Nelly was soon in the streets, and after her mission to the doctor's, who was fortu nately at home, slie almost flew to Tim's little house, where she saw Frank and his father in* awful anxiety. She told tliem all, and in a moment Frank was ready to .go, but Tim stood staring at his son as though he could not or would not compre benu. After Frank had gone, however, he snatched up his hat and muttering, left the house. Notwithstanding his Harshness and often ill-nature lie was not without love for his wife. And though he chose to say little though lie was boiling over with hate for his rival, though lie s.vore fearfully that he would never step a foot over Abe Saunders' threshold, he could not keep his feet from ttiat direction, but paced repeat edly by, feeling as if he should be warned in case of real danger. Meanwhile the physician had been there, and just as Frank and Nellie arrived was leaving the house. As he passed along the street a dark-looking man in a slouched hat touched him ou the arm. "Excuse me," he said, but I thought may Ik* you was the doctor called to tend a woman in yonder house." "I am." answered the physician, "what do you want of mcf" "How is the woman? Is she likely to he sick ?" "Likely to be sick!*' repeated the doc tor, looking at Tim; for something in the man's manner arrested his attention. "If I find her living to-morrow at sundown I shall lie more astonished than I am apt to be. Why man it's congestion of the brain; she's dangerous." Tim waited to hear no more, but walked straight up to Abe's cottage door, w her" Abel stood himself, with a kindly look in his honest eyes, at which Tim never looked. "My wife is sick here. I'm sorry she's rick Acre," he said, "but we can't have everything to our liking. Where is she ?" Without saying a word Abel led Tim to his wife. Katy Saunders had passed an arm under the head of tlie sufferer, while with the other hand she was laving the fore head with some cooling mixture. The bed was snowy white; clean, neat curtains, looped back, where its only ornament — but over all was tlirown an air of grace and puriety. Nel'y stood at the side of the bed, or rather leaning upon one elbow, the tips of her fingers buried in her beautiful check, slowly fanning the poor, sick creature; and upon her face was imprinted much delicate solicitude. Frank sat near, hold ing his mother's hand. Tlie whole scene nearly overcome poor Tim, especially when Nelly came noiseless ly forward w itb a cushion and placing it in tlie old arm-chair, and drawing that up to the bed, beckoned him to fit down with so sweet and filial an air. For throe days they hung over what bid fair to be the death i>cd of Matty Fuller; but with so good a physician as kind Doc tar James, aud such skillful nursing as Katy s and her daughter's, the malady gave way.. In a week Matty was slowly recov ering. "0, Tim, dear, seems to me I'll never be unthankful again if I rise from this," mur mured the sick woman, feebly taking her husband's hand in her own. "You don't feel hard agin the Saunders' now, do you, Tim ? You're a better man as I'm a better woman, I humbly hopo and trurt." "Yon're a good wife, Matty," lie said, chokingly, "too good for such as me; and if it's your wish that I should forget the past-—" "And mine too," said a cheerful voice, and a firm liand was laid lightly on Ills shoulder. Tim sprang to his feet—one moment liis mind was hitter, the next with a strong ef fort he held out his hand. Abel grasped it heartily. "God bless ycu," he said, with deep emo tion ; "we are friends once more. Come here, Kate, come here, Nelly, and witness that we forget the past —forever ?" lie ask ed, appeal ingly. "Forever beit," answered Tim, solemnly; and they were rivals no longer. "Now, friend," he added, seated himself by his side, you and I are partners; from this moment our purse is one. 1 shall have painted on my team Saunders & Fuller — we will live in one house, and 1 warrant there'll be no happier hearths than ours. And by the way," he added, as Tiiu shook hands over the bargain, "there is another partnership nnder consideration; what do you say?" and he pointed to Frank who stood in the next room, with Nelly close to his side. Tim gave no objection. Nelly and Frank are as happy as any true-hearted couple in this wide world. The Amusement* of a I.eatlville Gentleman One evening at one of the theatres a gentle amused himself by pulling the chairs from under the people who sat before him. His victims may not have appreciated the joke, but the audience did, and their roars of laughter encouraged the man to perse vere. He next blew out all the lights he could reach, and nobody said him nay. Then, finding a large stove in his way, he kicKed it down. This was considered quite a hit. Finally drawing a revolver, he fired into the crowd, sending a hall through the thigh of a spectator. Turning on his heel after this, he walked out unmolested into the street, and was soon lost in the crowd. MILLIIEIM, l'A., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1879. A !>)' at tlie Hutt*. It was the fourth day of August, more than a hundred years ago, and the whole road between London ami the little village of Harrow was thronged with people. It was hot and dusty enough that summer morning, but-nolxxly seemed to mind in the eager scramble for the best seats; and it was not long before the little green knoll, just at the west of the London road, seem ed fairly alive with spectators. It was a lovely spot—this well-known Butts of Harrow—with its crown of tall forest trees waving like so many banners, and its tries of grassy seats terracing the slope. From time immemorial it had been the scene of annual contests in archery, and there was not a boy in Harrow School who did not look forward all the year to this fourth day of August. When John Lyon founded the school it was made a condition of entrance, that every pupil should be furnished with the proper implements of archery ; and among the school ordinances drawn up in the year 1592 there was one to the effect that every child should, at ull times, be allowed lx>w sliafts, bow-strings, and a bracer. No wonder the men of those days were tall, and straight, and strong! But hark ! The church clock dowu in the village Is striking the appointed hour. A little figure, clad in red sutin from head to foot, darts, out from"the thicket of trees below, ami now a procession of twelve boys, some in white, some iu red, and some in green satin, take their places in the open ring that lias been left for the competitors. All the little areliers have sashes and caps of bright-colored silk, and, looking down from the garden knoll, the whole scene is a kaleidoscope of color. A silver arrow—the victor's prize—glit ters temptingly iu the sunlight: and a tall lad, who stands among the waiting twelve, bends eagerly forward to examine it. "Just look at Percival!" whispers one little archer to liis neighbor. "He's hound to get that arrow, isn't he ?" "Pooh! who cares for the arrow?" re sponds the other disdainfully, "It's nothing but a plaything, anyway ! What I think about is winning the game, not the arrow!" "Yes; but you see it's different with Percival!" said the first speaker. "His three older brothers, three years in succes sion, won the arrows while they were here at the Harrow School, and the father says Percival must win the fourth for the one empty corner iu the drawing room, or lie shall be ashamed to eall him his son! Just here the hoys were interrupted in their talk, for the target was ready, and, at a signal, the contest liegan. At first, one shot after another fell quite outside the third circle that surrounded the bull's-eye, then came a shaft that glanced just to one side of the inner circle; hut at last, after many fruitless attempts, the bull's-eye was fairly pierced, and the feat was greeted with a gay concert from the French horns. Now, it so liapjiened—at least this is one of the traditions of Harrow—that the name of this last hoy was "Love," and when liis arrow touched the hull's eye a number of his school fellows shouted high a!>ove the horns: "Omnia vine it Amor S" "Not so!" said another l>oy who stood close by. 'LVo* non cedan us A)no) /" And carefully adjusting his shaft, lie shot it into the bull's-eye a whole inch nearer the centre than liis rival. But each boy among the twelve competi tors must have his own trial shot twelve times repeated, before the final award can he given. Meanwhile a careful tally is Kept, and not until the one huudred and forty-fourth arrow springs from its how is the victor's name announced : "Thomas Reginald Percival." That first victory seems to have given a magic impulse to liis Ik>w, for all twelve of liis arrows have pierced the charmed inner circle of tlie target; and now, at the head of an excited procession of txiys, he is borne triumphantly from the Butts to the village. One little fellow in white satin runs far ahead, waving the silver arrow with many flourishes; and, when the school-buildings of Harrow aro reached, a grand reception is given to all the neighboring country folk. Young Percival, with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, is the hero of the evening. There aro games and dancing, and all sorts of merry-making until the "wee gum" hours, hut the victoriaus hoy can think of nothing save the coveted arrow he lias won. That empty corner no longer troubles his excited brain. He lias ably vindicated his right to the old family name, and henceforward, the father can point with pride to four trophies won by his four sons at the famous Butts of Harrow. That was in 1706. In 1771 the annual shootings at Harrow were abolished; for Dr. Heath, who was then head-master of the school, thought they interfered with the boys's studies. The silver arrow pre pared for tho following year, 1772, was never used, but is still preserved at Harrow as a relic of the past. In the school-lib rary may be seen one of the archer's elabor ate suits, which is nearly a hundred years old ; and the fourth of August, though no longer an exciting day at the Butts, is still kept as a holiday at Harrow School, and commemorated with appropriate speeches. Useful Hints. Drink cayenne pepper tea for cold The most dreadful thing to put on a farm is a mortgage. May-weed blossoms put into alcohol make a superior liniment. In case of Ivy poisoning, bathe the parts in sweet spirits nitre. Pure air is the most valuable, for its cost, of all our nccessites. It is better to be a tenant free from debt than to own a mortgaged farm. Plenty of light and sun arc essential to all domesticated animals as food. For burns hind on moistened baking soda It will give prompt and permanent relief. Rub sprains, bruises and lameness witli a paste made of salt and the white of an egg- To restore the elacticity of rubber springs, hands, etc., place the rubber hands of springs in hot water. He who ministers cruelty to his family or animals may expect to "be paid off in his own coin" some day. A small spoon of molasses added to buck wheat batter each morning will make the cakes temptingly brown. Mixed husbandry is the most profitable, provided one knows just how to mix it,but unless there is judgment, experience and skill in the mixture it will not combine to profit; but, as chemists say, it will "pre cipitate." Then stand from under." ltoyal Murrlnsva. The marriages of royal personages aro the most prosaic affairs. When an English princess arrives at the marriageable age, Queen Victoria says to Mr. Gladstone or Lord Beaconsficld, as the case niay be, "By the liy, how is tin* German Prince market just now ?" The prime miuister replies that "it is rather overstocked as usual, and that a good fair article of duke or archduke can be had right reasonably." Whereupon he is ordered to make out a list of mar riageable Germans of royal or, at least noble birth, and to send it up to the palaee the next time the messenger boy has oc casion to pass that way. . When the list ar rives, her majesty runs it over and tries to select a name, but uniformly fails—one German name being about as unattractive as another. The result is that she finally writes to the British ambassador at Berlin to send her 1 (one) marriageable German prince, and charge freight and expenses to the contingent fund. In due time the Ger man arrives, and is delivered at the palace door. If he is a fat prince there is gener ally an attempt made ou the part of the queen to have the expressman bring him up to the second-story back lied-room; but hitherto the expressman has stoutly refus ed, asserting that his duty was done when he delivered packages or princes ut the front door. In the course of the evening the queen informs her daughter that a hus band for her has arrived from Germany, and that she is to marry him that daA' week, to which the dutiful daughter replies, "Just as you please, up,'' and, beyond ex pressing a faint hope that the husband is good tempered, betrays fo further interest in the subject. When the wedding day arrives, the marriage takes place in due and proper stylo, and the newly-wedded pair then begin to form an acquaintance. In other royal families the same systems pre vails, with the exception that husbands or wives may he sought outside of the German market. Occasionally a king draws u pri7.e in this matrimonial lottery, as did King Umberto when he married the most beauti ful woman in Italy; but, as a rule, unde sirable princesses with irregular noses are served out to regular continental husbands. Whether Alfonso has secured a desirable wife or uot remains to be seen. If the Archduchess Marie Christine should turn out to be a nice girl; it would, however be a mere matter of luck. So far as Alfonso is concerned, he lias not been allowed the least liberty of choice, but has hud to accept the princess, whom his cabinet thought proper to select. And yet the young uian is decidedly more fortunate than most persona, His first wife was a Spanish girl, and he was actually allowed some little lilierty of courtship. She was the daughter of old Duke Montpensier, who, having for many years followed the pro fession of pretender to the Spanish throne, agreed to go out of business on condition that his daughter should marry the king. Montpensier was therefore very friendly to his intended son-in-law, and gave him every show—as a Western statesman would say. Alfonso was allowed, to come every Sunday night and sit i**the Montpcusicr's hack parlor, and at 9.30 the old gentleman always went to bed, with a discretion which it could he wished that all fathers would imitate. Moreover, Alfonso ami Mercedes were allowed to take moonlight walks, and it is even said that they once swung together on the front gate. Still, the young king was made to feel the bur den of his rank, lie was never allowed to go courting without the company of two cabinet ministers and a squadron of dra goons. It was all very well for Montpen sisr to go to bed af 9.80, but it availed little so long as the two cabinet ministers persistently sat in the hack parlor. Per haps they were humane men, and occaaionly heard a supposititious cat in the dining room, whither they went in pretended search of her, hut it is more probable that they strictly performed their duty, and sat in the back parlor with invariable and mad dening persistency. Then, too, the ro mance of a moonlight walk must have been seriously marred by the ten dragoons that rode clanking in front of the lovers, and the ten more that came clattering behind them. As for the front gate exploit, it must have been a large gate that held a king, a princess and two cabinet ministers, and in the cir cumstance we can but regard the gate-swing ing as a prosaic failure, Sevres Porcelain. The first poicelain made in Frai.ce was, the production of a jiotter at St. Cloud. This manufacture continued for some time, and workmen from here went to Vincennes and started, under the control of the govern ment, a factory which was not immediately successful. It soon became the property of the Ring, Foreign workmen were bribed to assist, and the manufacture was steadily improved until it outgrew its rooms in the Chatcan of Vincennes, and a large building was erected for its accommodation at Hevres, where the manufacture is still con tinued. The King being now directly in terested in the success of the factory, grant ed it very valuable privileges and monopo lies ; such as the sole right of making por celain statuary. The King and the ladies of his court, and the richer of the nobility, gave large orders to the factory and enabled it to execute its most important works. The commercial success of the factory be ing thus assured, the directors devoted their energy to improving the quality of the ware, and securing the first artists to paint upon it. The secret of the composition of hard-paste porcelain had been purchased from a German workman, hut as its ingre dients were not known to exist in France, the knowledge remained idle until a woman discovered a bed of the clay near Limoges, and sent samples to Sevres where the man ufacture was immediately taken up, and has been successfully carried on ever since. Large factories have since been started in the neighborhood of Limoges, and the por celain manufacture is now one of the most flourishing in France. The woman who made this fortunate discovery had become almost destitute when she was relieved by a government pension. Hard-paste porclain soon became the leading manufacture of the factory, and making the old soft-paste was discontinued in 1804 and only recently resumed. Under the direction of Alexander Brogniart, who remained in office under all forms of gov ernment from 1800 until his death in 1847, the whole attention of the factory was de voted to the production of hard-paste por celain, which was produced in styles, sizes and colors never before attempted. Vases of gigantic size, and plaques, four feet by three, were painted by such artists as Ber anger, Const antine, Georget, Langlace and LeGuay, either in original designs, or with copies of the works of Raphael, Van Dyck, Rubens and others of the great masters. Since the death of Brogniart, the directors of the Sevres factory have been Ebelman, Kegnault and Robert. The marks used cn Sevres china are quite numerous, and sesve to show very accurately the period of production. Thus we have the two L's interlaced, the mono gram of the King, used on the earliest por celain j*f Vincennes, and also at Sevres, with the addition of letters to give the date, as: A, 17r>3, B, 1754, O, 1755, AA, 1778, etc., down to 1792, when the word Sevres, with the monogram R. F., Jlcpublique Drancaisc, was adopted, and until 1800. During the two years the R. F. was dropp ed, and then the changing marks begin to shadow the rise in tlie fortunes of Napo leon ; Manufacture Nationals do Sevres, in 1803. M. Imp'le de Sevres, 1804 to 1809, and from 1809 to 1814, the imperial eagle and tlie crown, surrounded by tlie words, Manufacture Imperial Sevres, were used. The interlaced L's came in with Louis XVIII; the interlaced Cs, sometimes in closing an X, sometimes covered by a crown, mark the short reign of Charles X. With Louis Philiippe, the fleur-de-lis was introduced, but he soon replaced it with his monogram, which was in turn dis placed by the old cipher of the republic. At first Louis Napoleon used the eagle, then the crowned N., but the most familiar mark on modern Sevres china, is the letter S and tue date of the century, enclosed in un oval and printed in pale green. This mark has been in use since 1848 on ail pieces in addition to the other marks named. China that vas sole white, without being decorated has this mark cut through by a fine wheel, removing the glaze and plainly indicating the character of the piece. These pieces are often decorated in the Sevres styles, and makes very good copies, but no one need be deceived as to their character since the mark plainly betrays. A more successful trick is to take fully marked Sevres with a plain, cheap decoration, and removing this, put in its place some very elaborate Sevres decoration, thus giving to the whole the character and authority of real Sevres work. Such a forgery as this is almost impossible to detect if the work is well done. Since July, 1872, there has been used on Sevres porcelain, as an additional guaran tee of the genuineness of the decoration the monogram R. F., enclosed in a circle with the date, and the words Dore a Sevres or Ihcore a Sevres. As to the beauty of Sevres china com pared with the production of the other continental potteries, opinions differ. It is, so largely a matter of taste, aud our tastes are so affected by education and surround ing, that on the question of relative merits of different specimens or schools of art, the liest of critics differ. But there are certain points which generally admitted, and which may aid in forming a judgment ou such a question. The Dresden porcelain, as porcelain, is superior to any other Occidental variety, in hardness, purity and strength But the Sevres pate-tendre is as much in advance in the delicate softness of its glaze which absorbs the colors and gives them an un equalled depth and lustre, while on the pate-dur the colors remain fixed on the sur face and do not sink in. The Sevres paint ing is concededly superior in several de partments to the Dresden, and, although the English artists have made great prog ress in the past few years, both in flower, figure and landscape painting, and may in tlie near future become successful rivals, the Sevres factory still retains its artistic and technical supremacy. A Texan Vendetta. In a neighliorkood four or five miles west of Hempstead and near the Brazos, Texas, in the midst of rich lands, fertile planta tions and wealthy farmers, there are and have for a long time been two prominent and leading families—the Ixiginscs and tlie Morrises. The former is probably the most numerous, about 150 persons belong ing to the connection in different parts of the State. A numlier of the family have heretofore resided near Hempstead, and in the same neighborhood with the Morrises. Some of tliem were related to the former by marriage. Both families were in fact mixed up. Some time during 1877 Thomas Loggins for a time found it necessary to be absent from his residence in the midst of a large plantation, liis absence was not only somewhat prolonged, but indefinite, and he suddenly returned to his home to find his cousin—one of tlie Morrises—in his house, and in close proximity to his wife, Mrs. Loggins. The enraged husband, in true Texan style, drew his revolver, and level ing it at the head of the Lothario, drew trigger, hut the cap burst and the barrel failed to fire. Morris arose and fled through a hack door into tlie fields and escaped, Loggins, finding that he could not "get his man," shot down Morris' horse, which he found hitched at the gate. After this Morris fled the country. Log gins threatened that if ever they met the disturber of their domestic peace must die. A short time ago Morris returned, and, hearing of the throats, armed himself with a double-barrelled shot gun and proceeded to waylay Loggins as the latter rode out of Hempstead on liis return to liis home. He was accompanied by a friend, and as they approached a large post-oak tree near a fence, Morris sprang from behind it, raised the gun and shot Loggins dead. Some of the Loggins' connection swore vengeance at the time, and shortly afterward Reuben Log gins, his son Henry, and a nephew, Wilford Loggins, held a consultation, at which it was determined to avenge the death of their kinsman. Tlie bloody resolve was faithfully carried out. Reuben was riding home not long since from Hempstead. As he was passing through a long lane in the Loggins' plantation, and just as lie entered an old gin-house, he was suddenly confront ed by "old man" Reuben Loggins and the two young men mentioned, who deliber erately shot him off his horse, lie falling to the ground a corpse. Flour. Here are a few good rules worth re membering when one has occasion to select Hour for family use. Of course the color is of prime importance. If it is white, with a yellowish colored tint, buy it. If it is white, with a bluisli coat or with white specks in it, refuse it. Second examine its adhesiveness— wet and knead a little bit of it between your Angers; if it works soft and sticky It is poor. Thiid, throw a little lump ot dried flour against a smooth surface; if it falls like powder it is bad. Fourth squeeze some of the flour tightly in your hand; if it retains the shape giv en by the pressure, that, too, is a good sign. It is safe to buy flour that will stand all these tests, He Wanted III* Words. "I want to see the man who writes the editorials for this paper," said an individu al who looked like a cross between a coun try store clerk and a job preacher. "I mean your regular big gun, your sledge hammer heavy weight, so to speak. The one who writea those thick, solid leaders that nobody can understand. Them kind with four syllables in 'em, you know." "Well, sir," said the editor-in-chief, lay ing down his pen and shutting up a big dic tionary, "what can I do for you?" "Why," replied the stranger, as he took out a twenty and laid it on the desk, "1 want you to give me the worth of that in big words—regular jaw-breakers; just the toughest old tooth-looseners you can get up for the money." "You don't want them for some other paper ?" said the editor, suspiciously. "Oil, no, not at all. Let me explain. You sec, 1 belong to one of tlie debating societies up in Marysville. Of course, we haven't got much city style up there, but we manage to make a good deal of noise sometimes." "Shouldn't wonder," said the editor. "We have some mighty lively debates, I can tell you. "Well, the other day they got up a sort of chin tournament between the two societies. The question was: 'Re solved, That bedbugs do not bite China men.' Magnificent subject, now, wasn't it?" "Has considerable licaring on the future of the State, I admit," said the moulder of public opinion, screwing up the shears. "Well, you see, w T e were just walking right away from the other fellows, who had the affirmative, when a new member of their crowd—a fellow just up from the city —got up and said he was satisfied the bed bug didn't bite the Chinaman because if it did the result would be—let's see ; I've got it down here on a piece of paper. "Oh, yes !—instantaneous pyroligneous asphyxi ation. " "What did he mean ?" "I don't know—nobody know. That's just what's the matter. It knocked all our fellows perfectly cold—just paralyzed the entire crowd. We hadn't another word to say, and the opposition society carried the day and went home grinning like water melons with our slice out." "That was annoying." "You bet it was. Just think of the meanness of that cuss to spring a couple of words like that right on a Marysville audi ence. Why it was terrible. Of course we did the best we could to get even. Well, the next Saturday we had another strong subject; 'Resolved, That compelling bens to drink hot water will cause thein to lay hard-lioilcd eggs.' So I braced up and said that I once had a game rooster that died of curvilinear cantogas pkotobia." "That ought to have extinguished them." "Well, it did for a moment, you better believe. Their crowd turned white around the gills for a moment, hut when our fel lows had done cheering, that same fellow— his name is Guffcrsru, and he used to be some sort of a professor once, 1 hear—that same fellow got up and said that, while he largely coincided with the gentleman who had just sat down, prolwhly the most serious obstacle in the way of utilizing orthinological intelligence was the tendency of the species toward hvsterialarnyxia pologolomcn caugliemia," "Great Scott ?" "You may well say so. Of course that just knocked us square off our pins—wilted us right down—and the audience decided for the opposition side without taking a vote. 1 believe that if Gufferson hadn't gone home that night escorted by Bill Stokes—that's our police force, you know —some of our members would have assas sinated him." "1 should think assassinations would be very multitudinous down your way." "Multitudinous—that's no slouch of a word. Just let me take it down. Yes, it was a regular Waterloo defeat for our club. So the next day they subscribed twenty dollars and the expenses of a committee of one to come right down to 'Frisco and get hold of a lot of words calculated to make coal rattle in the cellar when they are left off, aud to cause that Gufferson to wish he'd never been born. Now, come, what can you do for me ? Dcrn the expense." And as the managing editor has token a day off and lugged home the office "Verbal Roots," we confidently advise our subscrib ers at Marysville to take to the foot hills be fore the commissioner returns. Property will be very cheap in that section shortly, if our editor knows himself. Rules of Conduct. Never betray a confidence. Never leave home with unkind words. Never give promises that you do not fulfill. Never laugh at the misfortunes of others. Never send a present hoping for one in return. Never fail to be punctual at the time appointed. is'ever make yourself the hero of your own story. Never make much of your own per formances. Never pick the teeth nor clean the nails in company. Never fail to give a polite answer to a civil question Never present a gift saying, it is no use to yourself. Never call attention to the features or form of another. Never read letters which you may find addressed to others. Never question a servant or child about family matters. Never fail, if a gentleman, of being civil and polite to ladies. Never refer to a gift you have made or a favor you have rendered. Never associate with bad company, have good company or none. Never, when traveling abroad be over boastful of your own country. Never look over the shoulder of an other who is reading or writing. Never punish your child for a fault to whi h you are addicted yourself. Never appear to notice a scar, de formity, or defect of any one present. Never answer questions in general company, that have been put to otiiers. Never arrest the attention of an ac quaintance by a touch. Speak to him. FOOD FOB THOUGHT. Better cut the tongue out entirely than not to govern it. 1 here is nothing terrible in death but thut our life hath made it so. All lives have their prose translation as well as their ideal meaning. There can be no peace in human life without the contempt of all evil. When a man has forfeited his integ rity, nothing else will serve bis turn. Wisdom is a pedostal from which en vy or malice cannot hurl the ocoupant. The man who is always fortunate can no* easily have a great amount of virtue. As too long retirement weakens the mind, so too much company dissipates it. Despair gives the shocking ease to the mind that mortiticationgives to the body. Physical force, moral force, and the police force, are what keep the world going. Mankind thirsts a hundred-fold mere for wealth than it will, ever hunger af ter righteousness. The uses of adversity may possibly be very sweet, and yet no one wishes to find out what they are. The readiest way toentaogle the mind witn false doctrine is first to entice the will te wanton living. It is easy to pick boles in other peo ple's work, but tar more profitable to do better work yourself. You must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ram imites when it walks. Death, to the Christian, is the funeral of all hts sorrows and evils, and the re surrection of all his joys. To be wise is to feel that all that is earthly is transient, and to experience misfortune is to become wise. , One should not dispute with a man who, either through stupidity or shame lesßuess, denies plain and visible truths. The keenest abuse of our enemies will • not hurt us so much In the estimation of the discerning as the injudicious praise of our friends. If we grieve the spirit of God by our lightness, wordiness or presumption, we do but fill our own cup with worm wood and gall. lie that has really felt the bitterness of sin will fear to commit it; and he that hath felt the sweetness of mercy will fear to offend It. When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him. Sensibility is like the stars; they can lead only when the sky is clear, Keasou is the magnetic needle when the skies are wapt in darkness. There is this difference between ha tred and pity: Pity is a thing often avowed, but seldom felt; hatred is a thing often felt, but seldom avowed. Be careful not to interrupt another man when he is speaking; hear him out, and you will hear hiui better, and be able to give him a better auswer. Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence or learning, and these three la*t have uever converter any one unless they were kind also. Man is physically as well as meta physically a thing of shreds and patches berrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start. it requires a great deal of boldness and a great deal of caution to make a great fortune, and when you bave got it, it requires ten times as much wit to keep it. No man has come to true greatnefs who has not felt in some degree that tiis life belongs to his race, and that what God gives him He gives him for mankind. . . Men talk too much about the world. Each one of us is here, let the world go as it will, and be victorious or not vic torious- has he not a lite of his own to lead ? A weak mind sinks under prosperity as well as under adversity. A strong uiind has two highest tides —when the moon is at the full and when there Is no moon. in the dark we are most apt to bo frightened; the clearer sight we have of the sovereignty and power of heav en, the less we shall fear the calamities of this worid. The violet in the shadow of the deep woods is as lovely and fragrant and precious as the violet in the conserva tory of an avenue palace. Real value is not to be measured by notoriety. One of the illustrations is that the present hour is not the critical, deci give hour. Write it on your heart tha every day Is the best day in the year No man has learned anything rlgh'l ? until he knows that everyday is dooms • day. When Wllberforce died, Daniel O' Connell said : "He has gone up to hea ven bearing a million broken fetters in his hand." Happy he, whatever he may leave or may not leave, On earth, who goes thus freighted into the other world. He who lias no resources of mind it more to be pitied than he who is in want of necessaries for the body; and to be obliged to beg our daily happi ness from others, bespeaks a more la mentable poverty than of him who begs his daily bread. —The tree will not only lie as it falls, but it will fall as it leans. And the great question every one should bring home to himselt, is, "What is the in clination of my soul? Does it, with all its affections and powers, lean toward God, or away from him?" Be more prudent for your children than perhaps you have been for your self. When they, too, are parents, they will imitate you, and each of you will have prepared happy generations, who will transmit, together with your me mory, the worship of your wisdom. Conscience is your magnetic needle. Reason is your chart. But 1 would rather have a erew willing to follow the indications of the needle, and giying themselves no great trouble as to tho chart, than a crew that had ever so good a chart and no needle at all. Perfections of the body are nothing compared to the excellent qualities and endowments of the mind. For those are but the varnishes and shadows of a mere man, but these are the perfections and excellences of a wise man, since wisdom is an essential part of nobility, NO. 42.
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