Mil llw JyWr MM 4x wpwm jg, www B. F. SCHWEIER, THI CONSTITUTION TH1 U5I05 AND THI ENFORCEMENT 07 THI LAWS. Editor and ProprlvtcMl VOL. XXX. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA.. JULY 12. 1876. NO. 28. WHimm cmn3iiL htxs. Our fathers' God ! from out whose bud. The centuries fall like grains of sand. We meet to-day. united, free. And loyal to oar land and Thee! - To thank Tbee for the era done. And trout Thee for the opening one. Here where of old, by Thy design. The father spake that word of Thine TTSoae echo is the glad refrain Of .ended bolt and falling chain. To graee oar festal time from all The aone of earth oar guest we call. Be with os while the New World greets The Old World thronging all its streets, Unveiling all the triumph won By art or toil beneath the son ; And unto common good ordain This riralabip of hand and brain. Thon who hast here in eonoord furled The war flags of a gathered world. Beneath oar western skies fulfil Ths Orient's mission of good will. And, freighted with Lore's golden fleece, Send back the Argonauts of peace. For art and labor met in trace. For beauty made the bride of use, We thank Thee, while withal we era re The anstere virtues strong to aire. The honor proof to place or gold. The manhood nerer bought or sold ! O! make Thoa as through oratories long. In peace secure, in justice strong ; Around oar gift of freedom draw The saf eguards of Thy righteous law, And, cast in some dinner mould. Let the new cycle shams ths old! Ferguson's Avengers. A STORY OF PARTISAN DATS. "This for the gallant Ferguson !" The foregoing five words had institu ted a reign of terror in one of the love liest districts of the ralmetto Slate a district watered by the Catawba and Pac'lot rivers, and their gentle tributa ries. In the month of September, 1870, Cornwallis detached the notorious Col, Ferguson to the frontiers of North Car olina, for the ostensible purpose of en couraging the tories of that region to take up arms for the king. Ferguson's force consisted in part of the most prof ligate and abandoned characters of the partisan days, and his march was mark ed by atrocities of the most shocking description. The hardy men of the Carolinas, Kentucky and Virginia, rose against the marauders, and led by Boone and other backwoods worthies, gave them a decisive defeat at King's Mountain. Ferguson was slain in the battle, and his fellow foragers, number ing about one thousand, were nearly all captured or killed. This conflict revived the hopes of the Southern patriots, and forced Cornwal lis to return to Charleston discomfited and cast down. "We shall have rest now," the pa triots said, after the battle. "Ferguson, the dreaded, is dead, and the few tories who have escaped with wretched lives are not strong enough to do us any harm." Everywhere in the vicinity of the battle - field the Americans breathed freer, and the loyalists in whose inter ests Ferguson had marched to his death, curbed their loyalty, and in se cresy swore revenge. But the settlements were soon to learn that the victory of King's Moun tain had nerved the arm of a foe more terrible than any which they had hith erto known. The existence of the new terror was discovered by a boy one morning about a fortnight after the battle. Ha found the family of Archibald Mettson mur dered in their own house, and to their corpses had been pinned a paper bear ing these words : "This for the gallant Ferguson !" This terrible atrocity aroused the country, and the excitement was quick ly heightened by the finding of the bo dy of another murdered patriot. On the cold breast, which had been pierced by a pistol ball, was the pallid paper and its words of terrible import, and the country knew that a fearful vengeance would be taken for King's Mountain. During the week that followed the discoveries I have mentioned, the work of the avenger was terrible. They fell upon patriot houses at the dead of night, and lelt on the bosom of their victims the five words which bad ter rorized the country. It was in vain that the patriots summoned their cun ning and energy for the capture of the band of demons, which, as it had been discovered, numbered six men, masked, and mounted on black horses. They came and went like ghosts, but always left behind the terrible sentence which had made their existence execrable. At times they fell upon their hunters, and left them by the roadside marked with the sign of vengeance. Fear began to paralyze Carolinians ; many abandoned their homes for the sake of their families ; and it is proba ble that the entire district would have been depopulated in a short time, had it not been for the courage of one wo man. Her name was Alice Beau champe. It was a dark night in the last week of November, when the heroine of my story left the house of a friend. Her own bouse, which had been deserted for several days, was not far away, and she had determined to return to it for the purpose of securing an article of apparel left behind in her recent flight. Before she set out on her journey she was warned of the dangers that envi roned it ; but she smiled, and declared that she did not fear them. She could enter the old house through the kitch en, in the rear, fiud ths garment with out a light, and return safely to her friends. The path she had often traversed was barely discernable ; but she made good headway, and reached her home with out incident. The silence of the grave hung about the forsaken place, and the lifting of the latch sent a chill of terror to the young girl's heart. Through the kitchen, across the deserted parlor, and up th stairs, she crept to the room where she had left the object of her nocturnal quest. The drawer of the old bureau yielded without noise, and Alice was drawing forth the garment when the voices of men fell upon ber listening ears. She started, dropped her prize, and with her heart in her throat crept to the window that overlooked the porch in front of the house. She could see nothing, for the night was too dark ; but the voices of men, mingling with the champing of bits, continued to salute her ears. "This is old Beauchampe's house," said one. "It has been deserted for several days. The daughter frightened by the manner in which we treated the father, has fled somewhere for protec tion." These words drove every vestige of color from the listener's face ; they told her who the men below were, though see could not see even the outlines of their persons. One week prior to her visit.her father one of the King's Moun tain heroes, was found dead in a pal metto grove, and the words of Fergu son's Avenger lay on his breast. Then she had deserted her home knowing that the hand that had struck the father would not spare the daughter. Weil might the lone girl tremble when she found herself so near the dreaded scourges of the country, and she did not move until she heard the front door opened by a kick, and heav ily booted feet in the room below. Then a calm thought of her siuation drove fear from her heart, and Alice Beauchampe prepared to perform one of the most daring deeds of the Revo lutionary War. The noise in the house increased, and oath and rude jests preceded and fol lowed the lighting of a fire on the hearth. Alice, who had longed for a sight of the dreaded six, crept to a spot near the bureau where there was a crack in the floor. Then applying her eye to the peek-hole, she saw six wild-looking men directly beneath her. ' They were, beyond doubt, the Aven gers of Ferguson's death, for several masks lay on the table, along with three or four bottles of wine which they had taken from some patriot's cel lar. Tall, rough, devil-may-care-looking fellows they were, armed with pis tols, carbines, and sabres, the kind of men who never conrt the smiles of mer cy or listen to the pleading of Innocence. Just such fellows as they were, Alice had supposed them to be, for she had seen many of the prisoners taken at King's Mountain, and she longed for the presence of a band of patriots. There were true men in South Carolina at that time who would have given their right arms for a chance to exterminate the Avengers, and Alice knew where a little party of patriots lay, but alas ! they were not very near. "We'll rest here and finish that wine !" said one of the leaders of the band, whose face told that already he had imbibed freely. "Bring in the poultry, and on old Beauchampe's hearth, we'll prepare a feast." At his command, one of them left the house, but soon returned bearing with him a duck and several chickens, from whose freshly wrung necks the warm blood was dripping. "How's the horses," asked one of the Avengers, as the man flung the poultry on the table. 'Standing like rocks," was the reply. "Such horses as they are don't need watching, and, beside, there isn't a re bel within ten miles of this accursed place. "Why there's the Widow Hartzell." "I didn't think of her," was the re ply. "How bitterly old Hartzell hated us, but we caught him at last." "And presented him with a breast pin ! Ha ! Ha !" And the laugh went round the room. Alice Beauchampe did not wait until the laugh was ended; while yet it filled the house with its devilish echoes, she glided across the room to a window that looked out upon the dark palmetto grove, behind the building. There was no sash in the window, and the cool winds of the night kissed the pallid cheek of the partisan's daugh ter. For a moment she tried to. pierce the darkness below the window ; but, failing in her endeavors, she crept over the sill, resolved to trust to fortune for success. The distance to the ground was not great, and the daring girl alighted without injury. Now she was free to make her escape to the friends she bad lately left; but immediate flight In that direction was not her intention. "Heaven aid me I" she murmured, as she glided around the old house and approached the horses which the tories had left tethered to the small trees a few yards from the door. A glance into the room revealed the forms of the Avengers discussing the wine with oath and jest, or watching the roasting of the fowls. They did not fear danger, for their horrible deeds had completely terrorized the country, and under the sway of their lawlessness it was fast becoming a desert. Alice counted them before she touched a single rein; and then In a brief pe riod of time she loosed the horses and quietly led them into a small copse not far away. The steeds did not refuse to obey her guidanceship, and when she had reiched the copse she struck them with a whip which she had found be neath a saddle. It was a smart blow that she administered, and the horses started forward and disappeared in an imstant. Thus in a few moments Ferguson's Avengers had been deprived of their horses. - Flushed with triumph, Alice Beau champe returned to the house, and again looked in uion its hilarious te nants. She held a pistol In her hand a wea pon which a holster had granted her, and she crept to the edge of the porch before she baited. " There was the flash of vengeance In the dark eyes of the partisan girl while she gazed npon the party beyond the threshold. Once or twice she raised the weapon, but low ered it again, as if playing with the life of the leader of six, whose form was re vealed by the light of the fire. She saw the fowls, smoking and well burned, placed on the table, and watched the greedy men crowd around for their shares. Their tongues and movements told her that stolen liquor was doing its work on all save the giant, who had superintended the cooking of the late repast. This man appeared perfectly sober, and the glances which he often cast at his comrades told that he did not sanction their bacchanalian conduct. "Come! enough of this!" he sudden ly cried, rising from the table, which had been dragged to the centre of the room. "Get up, boys, and let's be go ing. I told ycu at Wiley's that you had wine enough, but you must bring some here and drink yourselves stupid, Tom Scott, and you, Blakeson, I am ashamed of you ! What would we do If a gang of rebels should catch us in this condition? You know the mercy we would get, and yet you sit there as careless as statues drank as old Bac chus himself." Then an expression of contempt passed over the man's face, and, stoop ing, he cried : "Up! up! the rebels are coming!" But his cry of of alarm did not infuse much life into the men at the table, One or two heads were raised, but the drunken leer that made the faces hide ous was enough to provoke a smile, even from the mad torr. "Men !" he sneered, contemptuously. Dogs ! every one of you. I've a mind to ride down to the Pacolet swamp and tell the rebels hiding there that the men they hate are in their power. I have thought that I commanded men, not drunkards!" and he struck the ta ble with the butt of his pistol, but could not rouse his stupid followers. "Curse such dogs as I lead!" he hissed. "I suppose I must lead the horses up, and tie each fool in the sad dle." He was stepping from the porch for the purposes of attending to the horses which he supposed were still tethered at the trees, when a form rose before him and he started back with a gasp of terror. "Who in the mischief" "Alice Beauchampe !" was the inter ruption of the apparition. "The daugh ter of the old man basely murdered by your hand ! Down on your miserable knees, Godfrey Lang, and beg for the mercy you have never granted others ! Down, I say!" Perhaps the shadows of the window sash did not permit him to see the pis tol that was clutched in the hand of the fearless girl, else his temper might have been curbed. "Kneel to you? Never!" he cried. The weapon which he raised dropped before the flash that followed his last words and with a groan of pain he staggered back to drop dead among his drunken comrades. Alice Beauchampe, amazed at her own courage stood silent amidst the smoke of her own pistol. She saw the bacchantes try to shake off their torpor at the sight of their stricken leader, and one rose to his feet to fall as soon as he needed support. Now for the swamp!" she cried, with triumph, and the next minute rushed from the disgusting sight. An hour passed away, and the drun ken tories began to recover; their chief, who had dropped to the floor, seemed to sober them with his cold face and staring eyes, and when they had almost recovered their scattered wits, the foe they dreaded was upon them. Alice Beauchampe's voice had fired the hearts of a patriot band for ven geance. On her way to the swamp she had encountered the partisans who had captured one of the flying horses, and were following the trail. The conflict between patriot and tory was brief and almost bloodless. The five Avengers were made priso ners, and sued like cowards for the mercy they had never granted to a liv ing being. I need not describe the scene that fol lowed. Suffice it to say that the trees in front of Alice Beauchampe's home bore the strangest fruit that ever hung from living limb. The vengeance of the patriots was as complete as terrible, and when the glo rious sun rose again, the dreaded men of the lovely district had ceased to frighten people with their name. Alice Beauchampe, wnose courage had led to the extermination of the avenging band, became the heroine of the day, and after the termination of hostilities wedded a lieutenant of Ma rion's men. Her heroism is venerated and her gallant exploit narrated daily by hundreds of her descendants in the Palmetto State. The er BlS Emperor William, gave his chief court preacher a tremendous dressing down a few days ago. . That worthy In stead of preaching Christ and Him cru cified, preached Queen Louise and her glorified, and gave a very John S. C. Abbottish account of her interview at Schwedt, after Jena, with her sons, the late King and present Emperor, whom she urged in the true Cambyses vein to redeem and avenge their country. The sermon moved everybody to tears and applause except the Emperor. ' He waited until the preacher appeared at the chapel door, divested of his clerical habiliment and ready to return home, and accosted him with, "No such scene as you have elaborately described ever took place. The words attributed to ber certainly expressed my mother's sentiments, but all that she said to her sons was, 'You see me in tears. I weep for the sad fate which has overtaken as. The King has been mistaken as to the efficiency of bis army and its leaders; therefore, we have been defeated, and are obliged to fly" The preacher, thus corrected, could not excuse nor de fend himself. The Emperor added: "Let me advise you not again to give ermon of this sort. My family and myself go to church to worship God and to bear the Gospel preached ; not to listen to flittering notices of our de ceased ancestors." BUaa, In a distant country, on a small patch of mountain pasture, stood a dwelling built after the style of a Swiss peasant house. The broad roof projected in deep eaves that in summer gave cool ness, and in winter defended the inmates from wind and snow. A small stable was attached to the house, having room for a cow and two or three sheep and a mountain goat, and in the loft over the stable perches for domestic fowls to roost. An old woman lived here alone with her grand-daughter, tending the cow and lambs and fowls. Their way of living was so extremely simple that those accustomed to more affluent fashions would have thought it poverty ; but they were ho used to the simple ex pedients of the poor that they thought themselves well off. The holydays of the year were those times when the young girl went down the mountain path into the village below to exchange butter, eggs, or honey for a few things they needed from the shops. One even ing, as young Hilda returned up the mountain on her way home from one of these excursions she found a dove lying wounded where it had fallen on the road. A hawk had pounced upon it, but, frightened or wounded by some huntsman's shot, bad dropped its prey and left tbe dove to die of its wound or hunger, for its wing was broken. Hilda saw the pitiful pleading in the eye of the dumb creature, and taking a hand' kerchief from her neck she stooped to pick it up, and wrapped it softly in this covering and bore it home. Grandmotb er, well pleased to have a sick bird to nurse, bound up its wings skillfully be- two splinters and poured some oint ment on. Soon the tired, hurt creature fell asleep. In the morning, while the mist lay blue and etherial over Alpine fastnes ses, Hilda went forth into the woods to seek tender and beautiful twigs or whips, yellow, red, green and brown, to make a cage for the bird. They were all of one length, of one size, un knotted, and smooth, and of very hard wood, that contracting very little in drying would leave the bark unwrin- kled. Hilda plaited it roomy and long, with door, window and perch, and the dove, divining its intention, went in and took possession of its dwelling. It came to be one of the family, coo ing with soft and pleasant speech at them as they plied their household tasks, and they with voices as gentle addressed it . When the broken wing was healed it went forth into the pasture with Hil da, perched upon her shoulder. Some times it playfully pulled at the tbreails of her long, bright hair, and sometimes in its play the bird would hinder the needles and the knitting. It seemed to Hilda that at length she came to under stand the speech of the dove. It told her of other scenes of towns, of rol ling water and white-winged ships, of countries far away, of broader and rich er life, and it ever seemed to sing, "Go down into the busy town, Hilda; go down." 'It is a strange creature, spoke the grandmother, and has brought good luck to the peasant's cottage. The lambs leave more wool on tbe briars than ever before, and the birds drop more feathers; the chestbut trees were never so loaded." At night the dove sometimes left her cage to nestle by Hilda's cheek on the pillow, end while grandmother slept the dove still crooned of other lands to the listening maiden. So one day Hilda said, "Let us take the bird, grandmother, and go down and live in the town ;" but the old woman replied, "We should miss the clear, cold spring and the mountain rose, the lambs and the goats, and the world be low is wicked." One summer afternoon a storm cloud rose in the east, but tbe west was full of light, for the golden sun was near its setting. Its glory seemed only to increase the blackness of the cloud. The rain poured down like golden shot, every globule burnished, yet out of the black cloud sprang the wind and descen ded the lightning. The dove saw the strange comingling and commotion, the darkness and uie splendor, and flying out of the open door of the ease and the open door of the cottage, as if frightened, it went on and up, through the glitter ing raindrops, until they saw its wings of silver flash against the blackness of ot the cloud ; on and up, over the tree tops and mountain spires, and they saw it no more. Tbe grandmother died and Hilda, after turning bees, cows, lambs, and fur niture into the silver coin of the land, went down into the village and learned to make laces. She became so skillful that she was sent to the cathedral town to mend the torn altar laces. There she became acquainted with dancers and singers who strolled from place to place. Herself as light as tbe antelope she soon outdid the dancers, floating as if in her native element. She never could part with the old wicker cage of the dove, but wherever she went she carried it with her. An old baron fell in love with Hilda when he saw her dancing. She mar ried him, and from her wedding day be came one of the great ladies of those times. She told her husband the story of the cage and he, well pleased with the history of the tiny mansion, gave it a place of honor in Hilda's apartments. Surrounded by Ladies wLe embroidered or sang on harpsichord or spinnet, she semetimes told them stories of her mountain home, the wild rose and the heather, the bees and birds, so that all who were acquainted with Lady nilda knew also the history of the cage. Hilda became the mother of a large family of sons and daughters, and outlived the old lord for many years. ' She came in time to be an old woman herself; she had forgotten how to dance, she did not remember the heather; bat she often thought of the dove and of its strange flying away. It was the day of Hilda's death.. Her family were by her bed, It was an afternoon of sun and shower, and seemed to arouse some recollection of a pleasant event In the mind of the aged woman. A shower fell out of a black cloud, yet half tbe world was bright. Each falling raindrop seemed to be gilded and to fall through sunshine, a broad beam of light stole in through an open window and traversing the room rested on the cage of wlckerwork, and at the same instance a dove, caught out in the rain, showed sliver wings across the blackness of the stormy cloud. "Tbe dove has returned," said the Lady Hilda, and expired. Her descen dants preserved her story in a device of coat of arms a golden rain falling out of a black cloud, a sun shining, and a dove flying home through tbe storm. Theresas i Peey le ef Ka-y t. A correspondent of the London Timet, writing from Mansourah, in the Delta of the Nile, gives the following picture of the small Egyptian villages and their inhabitants : Each village I saw was al most deserted. Only a few old women remained in charge of the tiny children not yet fit to join in the struggle for ex istence; all the rest men, women, boys and girls were out in the fields, work ing from sunrise to sunset to keep life together. Other villagers told the same story, every traveler in Egypt confirms it, and I am not going to draw any more harrowing pictures. Quite enough has been said to show that the agricultural population nine-tenths of the whole people of Egypt have benefitted very little by the superficial progress, the material civilization for which the coun try is so remarkable. The historian of Mehemet AH said, "The traveler sees with astonishment the richness of the harvest contrasted with the wretched state of the villages ;" and the iutroduc-. tion of railways and canals has not changed this unfortunate state of things, But, as regards what I have described, the genial Egyptian climate must al ways be remembered. Sunshine and warmth for three parts of the year make a house of little importance, and, though earnings are very small, a constant suc cession of crops creates the same demand for Labor at every season. The Dorset shire laborer, with his slack times, and winter rains, and climate demanding much food and clothing, is an object of more legitimate pity than the Egyptian fellah. But the Egyptian fellah ought ought not to be an object of pity at all. Egypt is virtually a neutralized country, and war cannot devastate it. The nat ural wealth of its soil is such that with a wooden plow, which, as compared to the English plow, is as a pin is to a spade, the land returns threefold the produce of any laud in England. The Nile does for Egypt what art has to do elsewhere. Yet in this country, so fa vored by nature, the mass of the popu lation is in a state of misery. From sunrise to sunset, men, women and chil dren are at work in the fields to gain the barest necessaries of life. The phil osopher who deemed him happiest who has the fewest wants ought to have been an Egyptian fellah. He is some times even born in the fields. The wo men work up to the day of their con finement. They lie up one day and are out again the next, and the baby is laid near them in the fields on a bit of sack ing. Ignorance and poverty lead to other sad consequences. Premature old age comes on at 40, and the popula tion is kept down by a terrible infant mortality. Out of the 110,000 annual deaths, 80,000 are of infant children. It has been calculated that three out of evry five that are born die before the age of two. For those that survive, an old Egyptian custom that is still prac ticed is most symbolical of their future. The child is put into a sieve and rolled about to the beating of drums. "It is in order to harden them," say the peo ple. Hadame'a Tali is Patience. One of Madam Talma's favorite exer cises was the ejaculation of the mono syllable "Ah !" with an infinite variety of notes to affect the mind of the hearer in different ways. She used to shut her self up in her room and imagine situa tions of horror or affliction, in which she was herself the principal. She was sometimes about to be dragged to the guillotine, or her children were being torn from her, or she was deserted by her husband, a prey to jealous anguish; her emotion never failed to follow these fancies, and her exclamations were sometimes so agonizing that the reflec tion of them back upon herself almost exhausted her consciousness. Her ex pression was purposely confined to.the simple ejaculation "Ah!" for she thought it desireable to acquire a com plete command of tones before practic ing more complex forms of meaning shaped into words. Another of her ex ercises consisted in various utterances of the short, seemingly insignificant sentence of "Bonjour, Monsieur." She used to imagine a quarrel with a friend and then a constrained meeting, all which her "Bonjour, Monsieur" should indicate ; or a concealed disgust, or a hidden passion, or a cold disdain ; and these phases she repeated till she was certain that they must convey the in- feeling to any hearer of average sensi bility. Here is an example of that pa tience of genius which Carlyle has spo ken of as its very essence. There are probably many young people ente red or entering upon the stage, and believ ing themselves clever, who will laugh at the idea of these solitary, arduous efforts of Madame Talma's; they will say. 'How ridiculous to Imagine your self being dragged to the guillotine; how absurd to spend hours in giving ex pression to such a phrase as 'Bonjour, Monsieur;' " and no doubt if the great artist were living still, as her reputa tion is, these persons would proceed to 'quiz her" according to their own no tions. They might do that, and she. certain of her art, might advance with modest dignity to the centre of tbe stage, face ber audience, speak a few appealing words in her tender, faultless articulation, and meet the answer of fast-falling tears from every man and woman present; for she never failed to reach the hearts of her hearers. Tem ple Bar. Some California speculator wanted to take Mrs. Guillen, aged 138, to the Centennial. Somebody objected and the court issued an injunction: then they hid Mrs. Guillen, and propose to take ber anyhow. Mate. When we are told that the unburned ends of segars are picked up for the pur pose of making cigarettes, we are mightily struck with the destruction. not to say waste, that goes on day and night in the London docks, in the very centre of which, we are informed, is an enormous kiln, which has a long chim ney, known popularly as the Queen's tobacco pipe, for the reason that all for feited tobacco and segars and other articles said to be too bad for sale are consigned to it. We are told that cart loads of the odoriferous weed are car ried to the kiln every day to be con sumed. While we convert cigar ends, this seems like straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel. It is Impossible to believe that all this tobacco can be worthless. Even if it were sold for manure, it would be better than turning it Into ashes. The maw of this furnace is omnivorous. Tobacco is indeed its chief meal, but every perishable article upon which duty has not been paid is consumed. This certainly is nothing less than disgraceful that good food should be so destroyed, while poor peo ple In the neighborhood should be starv ing; but this of course we may expect from the cruel mercies of a Government department, which was never known to have bowels of compassion for any one, "On one occasion." says Mr. Simmonds, "900 Australian hams were suffered to remain, anticipating the removal of the duty; when it did come off, the customs would not allow them to be removed, and they were allowed to remain until they were so damaged as to be unusa ble." Nevertheless the attendants upon the oven made merry over the hams, which were cooked ready for their breakfast. Tea, we are told, is not now burned, because on one occasion a load set the chimney-stack on fire. One would have thought that a chimney sweeper would have removed this diffi culty; but the ways of officials are in scrutable. But what shall we say to the fact that on one occasion the Queen's pipe smoked away thirteen thousand pairs of damaged French Gloves? On another occasion a large number of for eign watches, said to be gold, were condemned as spurious, broken up and burned. Surely for the purpose of keeping time, a watch in a sham gold case would be useful, and may have been sold for the benefit of the public revenue; but this was not permitted, but what little gold there was upon them was sold iu the ashes, which was disposed of for manure. Iu France the tobacco refuse is used for manure and making sheep-wash, and in the other docks in London condemned goods are buried until they are partly rotten, when they are dug up and sold for manure. Possibly some one will find out for the Custom-house authorities some more moderate use than the field for the wonderful assortment that her Majesty consumes in her pipe. Good WWW. A Celebrated D sell as; tireand. Two miles and a half above Hoboken, ou the Hudson, opposite New York, is the celebrated Weehawken dueling ground. It ts hidden away under the rocks, twenty feet above the river, ap proachable only by boat. Here Aaron Burr fought John B. Church, Hamil ton's brother-in-law and Hamilton, July 11th, 1804. The distance was ten paces. Burr and his second cleared off the underbrush ; Hamilton won the po sition, and fell with his face toward New York, shot through the liver and in the vertebra, ne was 43 years old. De Witt Cli n ton on that spot tw ice woun ded Samual Swartwout, saying, "I wish I had his principal here,' mean ing Aaron Burr. George Wacher killed Philip Hamilton at this same spot on a Monday after a Sunday duel. Two pairs of boys fought here in 1301. Rob- en Swartwout shot Richard Rink, col lector of the port of New York, at Wee hawken, and W; U. Maxwell killed Isaac Gouverneur at the same place. Major Green of the British army killed Benjamin Price, grocer, in 1819; and Price's brothers fatally shot Capt. Wil son, who Inspired the duel, on Bedloe's Island several years afterward. October 19th, 1819, Commodore Oliver Perry seconded by Stephen Decatur, received the Are of Captain Weath at the same spot. William G. Graham editor of the New York Courier and Inquirer, was shot dead here by a son of Dr. Barton, of Philadelphia. A person named Bud was likewise killed here. Many others took place at Weehawken,the last being in 1345. Some of them were witnessed by hundreds of people from boats. The lrsnise f Tewth. What a terrible mistake we do make in this matter to be sore T Is there a family in the land where the genius has not grown up into .very poor crea turewhose cygnet has put on no swan's plumage as he swam down the stream of years T If the despised fool has not as often developed into a ge nius, it is that geniuses are rare birds that do not roost on every perch. If we were quite wise ourselves, of course we should make these mistakes less often : but are they not almost impos sible to avoid T How can we look on a bright child, quick in thought, ready in speech, and full of childish wit and fun. and refrain from doing tbe little rnle-of-three sum about it! If the child of eight is so clever, what will the man of thirty not be T Or, again, how can we guess that the dull, thick-witted child, sleepy and Listless, who has ne ver seen a gleam of the other's Jwil, who has none of the charm and bright ness of the other, dull in perception and slow in speech how can we guess that he is a genius in disguise T How can we tell that the quick early growth of the one will be arrested, that his wit will crystaiize into flippancy, arid his cleverness into disputatious dogma tism. And what is to make ns guess that the heaviness and cloudiness of the other is but the great ferment of great mental powers, tbe mysterious development of a grand intellect T Chicago owes her firemen, police men and other servants over a million. of dollars, with no signs of early payment. The Tel rGXTESniL MOTES. The Canadian Commission offers gold, silver and bronze medals as prizes. A $10,000 ox, so big that it couldn't Dreaine, uiea irora want or air on its way to the Centennial. A collection of sun-dials has been Disced near the Centennial Art rinllerv by which the mean time of the most re mote parts of the world is given. There is a machine in Machinery Hall which manufactures and polishes type and sets It in the composing stick, It is operated by keys like a piano. The 15,000 rhododendrons are faded ana gone, ineir place In the Hortt cultural annex will shortly be filled with other flowers in full bloom. ' One of the clowns in Barnum's new show put this conundrum : "Why is the Centennial like home ? Because it's the dearest spot on earth. Bottom Globe. New Hampshire glories in the ex- niDiuon or the stuned bides or two por kers which, before "shuffling on the coil," weighed about 1,300 pounds apiece. The Emperor of Austria having signified a wish to make a purchase at the exhibition, his commissioners have selected a mantelpiece of Mexican mar- Die valued at $3,000. Venezuela exhibits forty varities of iruit preserved in their natural state. in alcohol ; also tree-sap possess! n z the color, taste, and. It is said, all the nutri tive properties of cows' milk. The Argentine Republic exhibits a circular piece of polished slate, five feet in diameter, which had to be carried mule-back several thousand miles be fore it was shipped for the Exhibition. A Bureau of Charities is being or ganized in the Women's Pavilion for the purpose of giving information concern ing the various forms of benevolence conducted by womeu in the United States and Europe. In reference to the Corliss engine in Machinery Hall, we are informed that the total weight of iron used in its construction is 2,800 tons, or 5,000,000 pounds, which includes engine, boilers, foundation, underground shafting, etc. Two solid silver bowls, valued at $100 each, will be given by the Phila delphia Sporting Club as prizes for the best setter dog of any breed, over one year old, and for the best pointer dog of any weight, over one year old in the dog Dencn snow. Two immense cheeses made In Buf falo, N. Y one of twelve and another of fourteen tons, weight, have been built on platform cars, upon which they will be kept during the entire Ex hibition. They are ten or twelve feet high, and are bound with iron hoops oue iuch thick. The bench show of snortin and other dugs, to be beld from September 1 to September 8, will consist of fourteen classes, namely, hounds, greyhounds, Gordon setters. Irish setters, English setters, pointers, retrievers, spaniels, terriers bull dogs and bull terriers, mas tiffs, shepherd dogs, toy dogs and mis cellaneous. These will be inspected by nine sets of judges. Spilkins has discovered that his step mother has a cousin whose daughter married a man that has a half-brother living in Philadelphia in a large, roomy residence quite near to the Centennial Grounds. Proper steps have been taken to establish the relationship, and Mrs. Spilkins has ordered three new Saratoga trunks accordingly. "Yee's advertised for a srirl. mum. I sees in the paper," said a red-haired Irish girl the lady of a house at which she applied for a place In the kitchen. xes," returned trie lady, -but you are too late. 1 have already engaged one." Hjh, ye have," rejoined the srirl. Well, mum. It doesn't matter, for I'm going to the Centennial anyway." They were a gushing young couple. and they were "doing" the Chinese de partment In the great exhibition, bhe was gazing curiously at the almond- eyed natives and he was admiring their wonderful exhibits, "uo you know," asked he, "that the Chinese are over six thousand years old ?" "Why, no," returned she with astonishment; "they don't look to be over thirty, do they?" The signal, which is used at the Cen tennial grounds for the closing of the gates, is truly a wonderful whistle, and can be heard a distance of 33 miles. An exchange states that it has a melodious voice and is equal to the low of 40,000 cow power. When it raises its voice any one near it does not wait npen the order of going but starts on a dead run, with his angers stuck into bis ears, in order to put as much space as possible between him and tne whistle. Centennial enthusiasm bursts forth on the most unexpected and undesirable occasions. "Young lady" school girls wear the tri colors as chest protectors only they wear them on the outside of their wraps, and nice little boys throw balls that are painted red, white and blue. They hurt all the same as the common kind, and are voted as great a nuisance on tbe sidewalk as is tbe baby wazon with its living ten cent banner. or the man sardined between two great illuminated bulletin boards announcing Centennial soap that will keep people clean a hundred years if used with sufficient regularity and precision. In the Chinese department at the Exposition are many vases and articles in ivory of wonderful workmanship. Several of these specimens of patience and skill required as long as fifteen years to complete, and are valued at from two to three thousand dollars each. Many costly and valuable articles were found to be broken when taken from tne orig inal packages. Before being placed In position the Chinamen In charge em ployed several women to cleanse some of the dusty articles. While doing this a vase worth about fifteen Hundred dol lars slipped from the hands of one of them and was shattered to atoms on the floor. When the Chinamen beard the crash, we learn from a bystander at the time, they jumped as u struck Dy a can non ball, making an exclamation some thin z Like "By zala," a form of oath common perhaps to the Celestials, but quite obscure to outside barbarians." Just north of Horticultural Hall, in the grounds of the great Exhibition, is a temporary annex under canvass, in which is displayed a splendid collection of rhododendrons brought from Eng land. There are over fifteen hundred plants, embracing fifty-two distinct and described varieties, and they are all or nearly all in bloom. Tbe clusters are almost innumerable, and of all varieties of tint, from a pale lilac to a deep crim son, words afford no adequate mean of description of this rich display of flowers coming back to as from Eng land to outrival the descendants of their own common ancestry the wild rho dodendrons of the mountain slopes of the Alleghanles. Tbe plants from which this magnificent English collec tion descends were taken from the Uni ted States about a hundred years ago, as the gentleman in charge informs us, and they exhibit the progress of a cen tury of cultivation in horticulture. They are now in the highest beauty, and are expected to remain so for about a week longer. Those who miss the sight will will regret it. HWS II BRUT. Baltimore has seventy-six Metho dist churches. Eight hundred girls attend Baptist colleges in Georgia. The new building of tbe Young Men's Christian Association or Phila delphia, cost 475,000. Dr. nenrv Wilder, of Ralelzh. N. killed twenty-three robins with twenty-four pistol shots. An American rlrl. Julia Sinclair has just taken her degree as doctor of medicine at the university of Zurich. Since the war Pennsvlvanla has spent eizht million dollars in educating and supporting the orphans of soldiers. Kaiser William bought a costlv jasper mantiepiece, of American manu facture, at the centennial a few days ago. A New Hampshire farmer ha be lieved in the profitableness of hogs -since one of them rooted up a box con taining $300. The Grand Orient of France has re cognized tbe colored Freemasons of the L nited States, declarinz their masonrv Incontestable. Mr. Wyant, another well known New York artist, has been compelled by partial paralysis to learn to paint with his left hand. An indefatigable Texan has ar rived in Philadelphia with a "National collection" of poisonous reptiles and insects from that State. Six men. drew pensions at New York, whose united ages aggregated 560 years, all accidentally meeting at the agency at the same time. There has been a grave-digger's strike in Liverpool. There is some thing alarming in the prospect of a ge neral strike ol grave-diggers. Falling off. In 1373 the production of laser beer in this country was 8,910, 823 barrels; in 1874. 8,880,829 barrels, and in 1375, 8,743, 744 barrels. Ninetv-four plans have been of fered for the buildings of the French Universal Exposition in 1873. Elzhty are by architects living in Paris. The fees which lawyers zet from people who don't know any better than to quarrel In court, annnally amount to $36,000,000 iu the United States. The grave of "Captain Moll Pit cher," who displayed sui-h bravery at the battle of Monmouth, June 28 1778, is at Carlisle, Pennsylvania, unmarked. Ice-making by the use of aqua am monia has been commenced at asn ville and Chattanooga, Tenn. By the apparatus five tons a day can be made. Alfred Johnson is about to start from Gloucester, Mass., on a trip to England in a centre-board dory, 16 feet '"St a2 eet wide, ami 2", feet deep. Mrs. A. T. Stewart has ziven $2. 500 to the permanent fund of the Dra matic Fund Association, and $1,000 to tbe Society for the Prevention of Cru elty to Animals. The efforts made by the counsel of Edward S. Stokes, to procure his re lease, have failed, and he will have to serve out his full term, which expires in October. There is a bullfrog farm in South eastern Wisconsin, thirty acres of swamp fenced in, ami tbe proprietor sends thousands of these featherless birds to New York. Harriet Beeeher Stowe and family are now at Hartford, Connecticut, and will pass the Summer there. A son of Mrs. Stowe will sail for Germany on tbe 6tfc of July for a three years course of study in the universties. A movement has been started in St. Louis having for its object the Im portation to this country of the 1,200 wives of the late Sultan of Turkey. The women, If they can be brought to St. Louis, will be at once Christianized. The Masons of Augusta. Georgia. propose to tear down the present Ma sonic temple and build another, four stories high on the same site. The pro posed building is estimated to cost $30, 000, and will be an ornament to the city. The renomination ot Senator An- DkAila I.. 1 1 -...., Kin. should he live, of an uninterrupted term as senator or twenty-lour years equal to that of Mr. Sumner, and two years longer than that of Henry nil- son. Hon. John M. Francis, of the Troy Timet, who has just got home, finds that a tour around the world with a few excursions off the straight path. necessitates a journey of 30,737 statue miles and nlnety-rour days on ship board. The kingdom of Italy has at length done political justice to the Jews. Among the last list of twenty-four Sen ators just created are two Jewish poli ticians. There are also eleven Jewish members In the present Chamber of Deputies. A number of Hartford voung wo men are learning how to spin and weave as our ancestors did, and win soon have a public exhibition. Some how the young men who insisted that ihisisjust what they wanted are leav ing town. A Reidville (Ga.) man recently sent to Washington an offer to manage a mail route for $249, and a contract was forwarded to him Tor execution at that sum. and he returned it with the sureties, having skillfnlly erased the $249 and inserted $349. He isn't at present managing that mail route. Among the persons who gathered in Omaha, Neb., to see the trans-continen tal train, was an old man wbo had ne ver seen a locomotive. He went from Rhode Island twenty-five years ago and settled in Nebraska, where he has ever since resided. During the twenty-five years he has never been twenty-five miles away from bis country home. One of the stewardesses of the Cu- nard Line is about to retire with a for tune estimated at 5,000, the result of ten years service. She Is a very popu lar woman, with a vast deal of tact, po licy and judgement, and sometimes her fees amounted to $100 on a single trip. There I a story told of ber having once received fifty dollars for bathing an old lady's head one entire night. A bar of gold, valued at $4,000, was carelessly thrown away with the ashes of the San Francisco Mint, and the "find" was picked up by a seven-year old boy, from whom the otticiaLs of the coin shop have been "ndeavonng to re claim it without making the circum stances of the loss known to tbe police. And yet the miperintedent's system of "checks and balances" is perfect Sarah Smith Stafford, daughter ot the lieutenant who sprang into tbe sea and rescued the flag shot from Paul -Jones' ship, Bon Homme Richard, in the battle with the English ship, Serapis, in 1779, Is still living in Trenton. She has in her possession the flag shot from tbe masthead of the Bon Homme Bi- chard, and rescued by ber father. It Is of bunting, with thirteen red and white stripes and twelve white stars ou a blue field.
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