Decatur Democrat, Volume 27, Number 28, Decatur, Adams County, 12 October 1883 — Page 1

VOLUME XXVII.

(The pcntiu-rnt OFFICIAL PAPER OF THE (01M V. ROTH * CUMMINS, Editors and Prop’s. TERMS: Per Year, in advance tl sn Per Year, if not paid tn advance. 2 00 a B. Ai.lhom, Pren't. W. H. Nnumt,Cashier B. Stvdautu, Vice Pras't. THE ADAMS COUNTY BANK, DECATUR, INDIANA, This Bank is now open for the transaction of a general banking business. We buy and sell Town, Township and County Orders. 26jy79tf PETERSON & HUFFMAN? ATTORNEYS AT LAW, DBCATBB, INDIANA, Will practice in Adams and adjoining counties. Especial attention given to collections and titles to real estate. Are Notaries Public and draw deeds and mortgagee Real estate bought, sold and rented on reasonable terms. Office, rooms 1 and 2, I. 0 O. F. building. 25jy79if E. H. COVERDALB, Uttomcy at Law, —Jasn(— NOTARY PUBLIC, DECATUR, INDIANA. Office over Welflej’e grocery, opposite the Court House. J ,T. FRANCE, Pion. Att’y. J. T. MERRYMAN, Notary Public. —FRANCE & MERRYMAN,— • Attorneys at Law, DECATUR, - - - INDIANA. OFFICE.,—Noe. 1 and 2 over Stone’s Hardv are Store. Collecting a specialty.—lo ./J,S'. F. 3/1 VV, (Successor to the firm or Quinn & Mann • Attorney At Law, DECATUR, IND; Especial a’t ‘ntion given to collections and Probate ma ters. Will buy and sell Real Estat • ou commission. n25-m2 D. I). HELLE IL PAUL HOOPER hellek a //00/*/-;/;, Attorneys At Law, DECATUR, - - INDIANA. L. €. DEI OSS. Attorney At Law, DECATUR, IND., Will practice in the Civil and Criminal Courts of the State. Special attention given to collections and settling descendants estates. Office in Luckey's new building. FRANCE & LUTZ, piECATI 11, IND., REAL ESTATE AGENTS, Office over Stone’s hardware store, room 4B. B. FREEMAN, M. D. J. 8. BOYERS, M. Pits. fkeem.ev <i Practitioners ol Medicine ani Surgery. All calls promptly attended to day or nightOffice, Southeast comer Monroe and Second streets, in Niblick’s new block. Residence on Third street, near Monroe. n024-tf W. H. MYERS, trick k Stone Jflason Contract DECATUR,INDIANA. Solicits work of all kinds in his line. Pertone contemplating building might make a point by consulting him. Estimates on application, v25n45m8. SEYMOUR WORDEN,

Auctioneer. Decatur - - Ind. Will attend to all calls in this and adjtining counties. A liberal patronage solicited. n36tf. AUCUST KRECHTER CIGAR MANUFACTURER, DECATUB, - “ INDIANA. A full line of Fine cut, Plug, Smoking Tobacco, Cigars, Cigarettes and Pipes of all kinds always on hand at my store. G. F. KINTZ, Civil Engineer and Convey ? ncer. Deeds, Mortgages, Contracts, and all legal instruments drawn with neatness and dii* patch. Special attention to ditch and grave road petitions. Office ov»-r Weltley s Grocery Store, opposite the Court House, Decatur, Indiana. 87-mfl AM) SHOES. One Door west of Niblick, Crawford and Sons, Henry Winner, DECATUR, INDIANA. One of the best selected stock of Boots, Sho* s, new and Seasonable Goods, etc., including eveiything ic his line, and prices guaranteed as low as can be found in this maiket. Come and see for yourselves. NOTICE TO TEACHERS. No.iee is hereby given that there will lie a public examamination ot teachers at the office of the County Superin tendeut on the last Saturday of eacl moith. Applicants for license mu--: present “the proper trustees' certificate or other satisfactory evidence of goo< moral eharac'.er,” and to l>e snccessf. 1 must pass a good examination in o thuqraphy, reading, writing, arithmeti geojriphy, English grammar, physio og. ttid history of t’.io United State, J. F. Srow. Co. Supt.

The Decatur Democrat.

MT GREETING. Sammer land! Oh, sunny South! J)n, land of orange-blossom rain, 1 turn !?>o thee! 1 ope my mouth. And drink thy fragrance once again. Again beneath the red oak’s shade I stand, and watch the bannered moss. And hear the mock-birds serenade, And see the i ushing river toss n- c Angled willows ske n. 1 he years of absence seem a loss; My coming—a friend found a in. No dainty lady ever won A lover more devout than I To thee. Land of the golden sun, Could he do more for her than die? M hat can I do to prove my love? .Ah, words arc weak when pulses thrill! >» hat if I praise thee far above All other lands; if I distil An essence from the sweets of words. And till thy garments with jierfume, Or seize an anthem from thy birds, /nd make it known where song finds room, '» ould these express how dear to me Are memories that are partly thine? As tender as a mist at sea, As fruit!ul as thy purple vine. For I have held thee in my hfart Through years when thou hath sadly erred, Because I knew thy better part /nd knew the current that still stirred Within thy veins was blue, and true And steadfast to the cause thou deemed The best. Then who says we shall rue That thou wert faithful, when faith seemed Another name for suicide? Not weakly shrinking from the field But bravely meeting death with pride Because thou coald’st not learn to yield. I know not why I turned to thee, For I was not thy kin nor kind. Unless it was through sympathy That made me to thy faults seem blind— A leaning to the weaker side; Thy hot impulse still kept in view A pride and pity, close allied That saw thee false, but knew thee true. The past is past; I give my hand To thee, sweet land of blossom-rain; I woo thee, sue thee, from this strand And clasp thee to my heart again. Bartley Campbell. Miserable Mortals. FOUR SUICIDES UP IN A BALOON, TVANTED—Four persons who are ben’ upon ’’committing suicide, to engage in a hazardous adventure. Apply to Cowgill, No. 15 Hank street, alter 9 o’clock this morning. Captain Cotvgill inserted the above advertisement in three of the morning papers, with only a faint expectation that it would be responded to. But the result was that between 9 o'clock and noon live men and two women called at his office to inquire respecting the nature of the proposed adventure, and to offer their services in the event that it should involve nothing of a criminal character. Os the seven, Captain Cowgill selected four; three men and one young woman, and when he dismissed the other, he shut the door and said to the applicants: “What I want you for is this: I have made up my mind that the North Pole can never be reached by an exploring party traveling upon ships and sledges. The only route that is possibly practicable is through the air, and the only available vehicle, of course, is a baloon. But an attempt to reach the Pole in a baloon must’ expose the explorers to desperate risks, and it occurred to me that those risks had better be taken by persons who do not value their lives, than person who do. It always seemed to me that a part of the sin of suicide lies in the fact that the life wantonly sacrificed might have been expended in a cause which would have conferred benefits, directly or indirectly, upon the human race. I have a large and superbly equipped baloon, which will be thoroughly stocked for a voyage to the Arctic regions, and. among other things, it will contain apparatus for making fresh supplies of hydrogen gas. Are you four persons willing to make the required attempt in this baloon?” All four of the visitors, “Yes.” “Were you goiug to sacrifice your lives, at any rate?” An affirmative answer was given by the four. • “Permit me to take your names,” said Captain Cowgill, and he wrote them down as follows: William P. Crutter, Dr. Henry O'Hagan. Edmond Jarnville, Mary Dermott. Mr. Crutter was a man apparently of about 60 years, handsomely dressed, manifestly a gentleman, but with a flushed face, which indicated that he had perhaps indulged to some extent in dissipation. Dr. O’Hagan was pallid and careworn. He looked as if he were ill, and as if all joy were dead in his heart. Mr. Jarnville appeared to be a workingman, but his countenance, sad as it was, was full of intelligence, and his manner was that of a man who had occupied a social position much above the lowest. Miss Dermott sat w th an air of dejection, with her hand in her lap, with a thin and faded shawl pinned around her, and with her pale cheeks suggestive of hunger and mental suffering. “My hope,” said Captain Cowgill, “is that you will safely reach your destinations, and safely return. But you fully understand that the chances are against vou. For my own protection I will ask you to certify in writing that you go with full knowledge of the risks. I will inflate the balloon to-morrow. Dav after to-morrow come to this office at nine o’clock, and you will make the asceusion at once.” On the appointed day the four volunteers appeared, and Captain Cowgill drove with them in a carriage to a yard in the outskirts of the city, where the balloon, inflated and swaying to and fro in the wind, was held to the earth with stout ropes. The three men were supplied with warm clothing, but Miss Dermott had only her threadbare shawl, and so Captain* Cowgill gave her his overcoat and two blankets which he took from the carriage. While the voyagers were taking their places in the commodious car attached to the balloon, a young man entered the yard and hurriedly approached Captain Cowgill. , , ~ “I am going with the balloon, -ie said, almost fiercely, and hardly deigning to look at the Captain. “Impossible!” said the Captain. The crew is made up. You don t comprehend our purpose.” “Yes, I do,” said the young man. “These’ people are would-be suicides, and they are going to start for the pole. 1 sir -” began the Captain, in a tone of expostulation. “I will go, or I will slay myself right here before you! These people are not anv more tired of life than 1 a “; “Let him come,” said Dr. O Hagan. gl “But 1 '” returned Captain Cowgill, “I am afraid the balloon will be overgoing, anyhow,” said the young man. as he leaped into the . , Captain Cowgill sighed, and said, “Well have your own way about it “My nameis John Winden, ’remarked the intruder. “I tell you so that you will know if any one inquires after me. But I don’t imagine anvbodv '’-wThen Captain Cowgill hade *_ ,’ ra nai tv the ropes ware loosed, and went the ionde. Dr. o'H*<» bm1 *

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1883.

gator in charge. Presently a northeasterly current of wind struck the airship, and it began to move with great rapidity upon a horizontal line. For a long time nobody in the car spoke. Indeed, the voyagers scarcely looked nt each other; and none had enough curiosity to peer over the side upon the glorious landscape that lay beneath. But, after awhile. Mr. Cutter, gazing at Miss Dermott, said: “Are you fully resolved on self-des-truction ?” “Yes,” she replied. “So am I.” s.ii 1 Mr. Crutter. “So am I,” remarked Mr. Winden. “So am I,” observed Mr. Jarnville. “And I, also,” added Dr. O'Hagan. “Even if we reach the pole safely, and return, I shall not want to live,” said Mr. Cutter. “Neither shall I,” said Miss Dermott. “Nor I,” remarked Mr. Winden. “Nor I,” added Dr. O'Hagan and Mr. Jarnville, in a breath. Then there was silence for the space of half an hour or more. Mr. Crutter then remarked: “Doyon know I find this to be rather a pleasant experience, sailing along through the ether calmly far above the distractions of the world? If I were not so very miserable I think I should really enjoy it.” “I am too unhappy to enjoy anything,” said Miss Dermott; "but this I confess is not unpleasant.” “Pleasant enough,” remarked Mr. Winden—“if a man had no anguish in his soul.” “I had no idea that there was so much exhiliration in the upper regions of the atmosphere,” said Dr. O’Hagan rather cheerily. “I think I feel better myself,” said Mr. Jarnville. “It is very strange!” observed Mr. Crutter, addressing Miss Dermott, "that young people, like you and Mr. Winden here, should be weary of life. That an old man like me should long for death is comprehensible. But why do you wish to die?” Neither Mr. Winden or Miss Dermott made any response. “I tell you,” said Dr. O’Hagan, throwing a bag of ballast overboard, to check the descent of the balloon. “We are going to destruction together; and why should we not as companions in misery, unfold our griefs to each other?” “It would be very proper, I think,” said Mr. Crutter, “and I will begin if the rest will consent to follow.” The other four travelers then agreed to do so. “Well, I haven’t much to tell,” said Mr. Crutter. “The fact is I have always had plenty of money with which to live in idleness and luxury, and I have so lived. I have tried every kind of pleasure life can afford, anil money buy, and I have reached a condition of satiety. Moreover I have ruined my digestion, and I am now a sufferer from chronic dyspepsia of a horrible kind. This makes existence a burden. I am eager to quit it. This is the whole storv.”

“How strange the difference between ns 1” said Dr. O’Hagan. “I have been deeply engaged in the practice of my profession for many years; and I am utterly worn out and broken down with overwork. I am nervous, exhausted, irritable. and wretched, but I have lost my savings in a speculative venture arid canuot rest. I must either work oldie.” “That is partly my case,” said Miss Dermott. lam friendless and poor. I cannot earn enough by sewing to buy sufficient food, and I can no longer face the misery that I have endured for so many years. I prefer death a thousand times.” “And I,” said Mr. Jarnville, “am a disappointed inventor. I have for years labored upon the construction of a smoke consumer, but now that it is done I have not money enough to pay for a patent; and lam starving. After trying everywhere to obtain assistance, I have resolved to give up the struggle and to find refuge in the grave.” Mr. Winden cleared his throat onee or twice before beginning his story. He seemed to labor under some embarrassment. “The truth is,” he said, “I was rejected last night by a young lady whom I love, and I made up my mind that life without her would not be worth having.” Nobody spoke for for some time, and then Dr. O’Hagan said: “The balloon is falling, and instead of throwing out ballast, I think it might be better, perhaps, to let it come down and tie it to a tree, and make a fresh start with additional gas in the morning.” The other aeronauts gave their approval to this plan, and Dr. O’Hagan threw out the grapnel. It caught upon a tree top and after some difficulty the baloon was brought down and tied fast, while the whole party stepped out of the ear. It was a wild and desolate place, but the four men soon started a fire, and while Mr. Winden and Mr. Jarnville prepared supper, Dr. O Hagan and Mr. Crutter went to work to arrange some kind of a shelter for Miss Dermott for the night. , After supper the five people gathered about the fire, and there really seemed to be a growth of cheerfulness in the I ‘-Eve been thinking,” said Mr. Crutter, “what an outrageous shame it is that this poor child here,” pointing to Miss Dermott, “should actually be in want of food, while I have more money than I know what to do with. I tell vou what. Miss Dermott, if you will agree to go back vou can have my whole fortune. I’ve left it to an asylum, but I’ll write a new will now, and tell you where you can find the other one, so as to tear it up.” “I don’t want to go back, said Miss Dermott. “I would if I were you, said Mr. Winden. “It’s a shame for you to go upon such an awful journey as this. And I’ve been thinking, Mr. Jarnville, since vou spoke about your smoke-con-sumer, that my father, whois a wealthy iron-mill owner, has offered a large reward for a perfect contrivance of that sort. If yours is a good one, he will help you to a fortune.” • I wish I had known that yesterday, said Mr. Jarnville. “Yes ” said Dr. O Hagan, “and it 1 had known that Mr. Crutter here was being driven to suicide by dispepsia I could have helped him, tor 1 have been verv successful in treating that complaint. Let me examine vou, Mr Crutter. Yes,” said the doctor, after spending a few moments looking at and talking to Mr. Crutter, “I feel certain I can cure you.” . . “I would have given you half my for, tune yesterday for such an assurancesaid Mr. Gutter. “But it is now too I had met J oll ’ & w >"

doctor, “I should not have been here now.” “Can’t we all go back again?" asked Mr. Jarnville. “Impossible!” said Dr. O'Hagan. “I’ve got nothing to go back for,” said Mr. Winden. “There is no remedy for my trouble that I can perceive.” “There are other young ladies who would make good wives,” said Mr. Crutter. “Oh, I know-, but—” said Mr. Minden hesitating, and looking furtively at Miss Dermott. . Miss Dermott blushed. “Suppose we rest for the night and sleep cn the matter,” said Dr. O’Hagan. “There’s no use of being in a hurry.” Miss Dermott retired to sleep beneath a shelter of boughs, where were strewn some pine and hemlock branches. Dr. O’Hagan covered her carefully with the blankets, and then the four men stretched themselves by the fire and fell asleep. The conversation between the travelers must inevitably have had a good effect. The surest remedy for a morbid propensity to brood over our troubles is to have our sympathy excited for the troubles of other people. After breakfast in the morning Mr. Crutter said: “I have solemnly considered all that was said last night, and I have a proposition to make. Mr. O’Hagan, if you trill return with Miss Dermott and Mr. Jarnville, you three may divide my fortune between you, and Mr. Winden can give a letter to his father to Mr. Jarnville, about the smoke-consumer; and then Mr. Winden and I will continue this journev together. How will that do?” “lam willing to dropoff and return,” said Mr. Jarnville. “I will go only on condition you will go also,” said Dr. O’Hagan. “I will make you a well man if you agree.” “But,” said Mr. Crutter, “it would be a shame to leave Winden here alone with this balloon. No: I have had enough of life. I proceed ou the voyage.” “There is a good deal of force in what the Doctor says, though,” remarked Mr. Winden. “Why, you are not thinking about backing out, too, are you?”inquired Mr. Crutter. “Well, I don’t, know,” said Mr. Winden, looking half ashamed. “It seemed to me, last night, when I got to thinking about it, that a woman’s scorn is hardly worth a man’s life, and I ” “You are right!” said Mr. Crutter. “It isn’t. Suppose we put the matter in this way: If Dr. O’Hagan cures me I will give him $50,000 in cash, and I will go into partnership with Mr. Jarnville in his invention. We can see your father about it, and yon can return to him while I adopt Miss Dermott as my daughter.” “I have thought,” said Mr. Winden, “of a slightly different plan, but possicly it could not be carried out.” “What was that?” asked Dr. O’Hagan. “Why,” said Mr. Winden, “I thought perhaps—but, no! there is no use mentioning it.” “Out with it," said Mr. Winden, “that possibly Miss Dermott, instead of becoming your daughter, would consent to become my wife. Would you entertain such a proposition, Miss Dermott ?”

Miss Dermott hung her head, and seemed to be covered with confusion. “I will think about it,” she said. “That means she w ill give her consent,” said Mr. Crutter, smiling. “Let her come with me while she is thinking the matter over. Are you all agreed to my plan ?” Everybody expressed assent to it, and everybody seemed very happy. “Why, what is that?” suddenly exclaimed Miss Dermott, pointing to a distant object above them. “I verily believe that is our balloon,” said Dr. O’Hagan. “Yes, it is gone! it must have broken loose while we were at breakfast.” “Oh, well,” said Mr. Crutter, “let it go! Who cares! I’ll pay Captain Cowgill for his losses. And now let us see about getting home.” Mr. Winden and Mr. Jarnville started to hunt for a conveyance, and in about two hours they returned with one. The nearest railway station was thirteen miles away, but in two hours more the party reached it, and while Mr. Crutter* purchased tickets for the coming train, Dr. O’Hagau went into the telegraph office and sent the following dispatch: Captain W. A. Cowgill : Balloon escaped. Party all safe and perfectly happy. Will reach home tomorrow morning. (Signed) Henbv O’Hagan. Canada's Magnificent Territory. “In regard to the steady and spontaneous growth of the northwest territory, not in Manitoba alone, but all along the line of the Canada Pacific railway, it can only be said to be beyond precedent in the history of the world. The soil is inexaustible. Last year over 30,000 emigrants from Ontario and the States settled on the free grants of land given to actual settlers. These pioneers took over $10,000,000 into that section, and expended this money in the development of farm lands. Ttiere are, to my personal knowledge, extensive coal districts in the valley of the Saskatchewan and at Edmonton, though as yet almost entirely undeveloped. Ah, it is a magnificient country, and the coming century will see it the home of millions of free, prosperous and enlightened people-” “But is not the climate very severe in the far northwest?” “Not in comparison with the climate of the Atlantic coast. As yon move westward upon the Pacific slope, warm southern winds sweep over those boundless plains from April to October, and vegitation is so rapid as to be almost tropical in its luxuriance. I have seen abundant crops of wheat, oats, and barley harvested in less that four month after seed-sowing. In the Manitoba region, as you well know, the climate changes very rapidly, and the short but severe winter there experienced has been the only obstacle to its settlement. Yet, for all that, the city of Winnipeg has sprung into a prosperous condition, and is now the leading city of southern British America.—Cor. Chicago Herald. “ Fanned Peaches.” A circular has been sent to many clergymen staying at Newport, by a New York wine firm, soliciting orders and closing with these words: “N. B To avoid suspicion, every case sent yon will be plainly marked ‘Canned Peaches.’ ” A little singular that passengers are not permitted to converse with the man at tae wheel, notvithstandiug he is spokesman si the ship.— 3ott:n Tmtsript.

LIFE IN GERMANY. Dinners Which are on the Whole Worse Than Dyspepsia. [Prague Correspondence Medical News.] One misses ice-water and our various cooling appliances very much; it is pos- . sible, with a good deal of trouble, to get a glass of water with a few pieces of dirty ice in it, but it always seems to excite so much surprise, alarm, and horror in the spectators that one has to seek out a secluded corner of the restaurant to drink it. Ido not know which they regard as the worst, drinking ice-water or eating raw tomatoes. Now, I am very fond of the latter, and always eat them when I can, but from seeing a crowd about my part of the room every day, I began to have some suspicion that the proprietor used me is an advertisement, and thjt crowds come daily to see the great American tomato - eater. Ice-water, especially, seems to be re garded as deadly poison, the cause of all dyspepsia in America. It is a fact we do have more dyspepsia than the people here; but I think it is lue rather to the quantity of food we take than to the nature of it. For many teasons, the quantity taken here is limted, the chief being that everything is so badly prepared that no living man ?ould eat what we would call a respectable meal; then also the habit of paying separately for every individual thing >ne eats, even to the bread, is not conluctve to a large appetite. The ordinary midday meal here for the better classes is about as follows : First, a soup which has a whole legion jf names, which are given to it according as to whether it contains sausage, potatoes, liver, or some other abomination, the body always remaining beef soup. This soup is, on the whole, not so very bad. Next comes the inevitable “Rindneisch,” the boiled meet from which the soup has been made, a dark, dry-looking substance, easily chewed, but as all the salts have gone over to the soup,having absolutely no taste; it is easily digested, and, though not palatable, is perhaps as nourishing as any other meat. Next comes the “Braten," and a glow of satisfaction comes over the face of the diner, for he has eaten “Rindfliesch” to live, now lives to eat his “Braten.” This consists of baked, or, more generally fried veal or pork, and is served swimming in gravy and onions. A salad, made either of lettuce or cucumbers,which have been soaked in salt water several days, to take all the colic out of them, is generally eaten with this. After this comes the dessert, or “Mehlspeise," which may consist of anything in the world, provided we exclude all that is good. With this dinner a quart of beer or pint of wine is generally drank. Y’ou see by this that the most fertile source of dyspepsia, overloading the stomach, is practically excluded. Possibly another thing which helps to keep the eater braced up is that he eats everything with his knife, and in this way must take a not inconsiderable amount of iron into his system. True, dyspepsia is a very uncomfortable and uninteresting disease, but, even if we were obliged to get dyspepsia from our manner of life. Ido not know but that it is to be preferred to the German dinner. In some of the larger cities, where a higher degree of civilization has been reached, as in Vienna and Berlin, one can do better. Horses anil Civilization. A professor at Yale college maintains that the development of the trotting horse is “a special product of the highest civilization the world has yet seen.” Now, as the trotting horse is an American production, and is hardly known in Great Britain, and was not at all known to the Greeks, it would follow, according to Professor Brewer’s logic, that the highest civilization has been reached in the United States. “Mohammedanism, according to Prof. Brewer, spread wherever the Arabian horse and his armed rider could tread, and no further. The Moor went into Spain, but when he was finally expelled he left his barbed horse behind, and from this sprang the famous Spanish breed. ‘When the Spanish horse was at its best, then Spain was at her height among nations; and as her horses declined her glory waned.’ The professor points out that though it took from the year 2200 B. C. to the present century to produce a three-minute horse, since then the scale has been lowered in almost a piathemaiical ratio. In 1818 Boston Blue made a mile in 3 minutes; six years later Top Gallant reached 2:40 on the plank. The record was lowered without a break every three or four years until in 1859 the famous Flora Temple reached 2:19}, while Dexter followed in 1867 with 2:171, Goldsmith Maid in 1874 with 2:14, and at last Maud S. reached 2:10} in 1881. While in 1856 there was but one horse in the world that had trotted in 2:25, we had in 1882 some 495 with that record, an increase of 76 over 1881. We have 60 horses with a 2:19 record, although nineteen years ago there was not one in the country.” The horse is no doubt the product of civilization —that is, the running and trotting horse. Prof. Marsh, of Yale Scientific School, will show any one the prehistoric fossil horse with his five toes, more or less; and the modern horse, in many instances, still shows the piarks of rudimentary toes. But while the horse has reached a higher standard of civilization, it hardly follows that the trotting horse marks the highest stage of civilization. This one fact, however, is pretty well established, that he is making greater speed, both as a lunner and a trotter, than ever before. L’he new development of speed is contemporary with the introduction of the locomotive. When the latter was so perfected that it could make forty [uiles an hour, then the horse quickened jiis pace until now he makes a mile in some cases in 2 10}. That is the mark >f our civilization, according to horse logic. Civilization in this country has reached the mark of 2:10}. It is true ‘hat in statuary and in the line of physical training we have not yet reached Ihe Greek standard, yet in horse flesh «ve are ahead. Our public galleries of irt and our public libraries are meagre • oneerns. But the world will take notice that, if we have not developed the man to perfection, the horse is a little (.head. Newspapers and Libel. Judge Adams’ charge, as to the matter of newspaper libel, is well worth pnybody’s attention. As a rule, a newspaper liliels nobody. Onee in a great while an unprincipled man will haiipeu to control a paper. Such a combinat ion may even libel a man. but when it does, it is so easy to prove the maliciousness of it that exemplary damages are easily found. And this exception proves the trutb of ths rule ti|at a libels aobedy. Its existence depoads upon its fair treatment of all men. As

a news-gather at all points, and in the very nature of its daily make-up, mistakes occur aud sometimes injustice is wrought, but it is an injustice that inadvertently comes in the pursuit of a legitimate object, and that makes all the difference in the world. Court proceedings, for instance, are public in their nature. It is not only a newspaper’s privilege or right, but its duty to print such proceedings. It is a protection to public liberty. Clearly, then, a most malignant procedure must take if the public report of a public affair is distorted to work private injury. We think Judge Adams’ charge can be a source of popular instruction, if it will be held as general, aud in its application as covering any fair report of public events.— lndianapolis Neu's. William Chambers’ Purpose. Chambers’ Journal was the precursor in Great Britain of the extraordinary number of popular periodicals which now place entertainment and instruction within thereach of every class. It was, at least, the first periodical of high character which the poorest laborer or artisan could afford to buy. Other miscellanies existed before it, but they were conducted on no definite plan, and consisted for the most part of unauthorized and disjointed extracts from books, dippings from floating literature, old stories aud musty jokes. Pondering over the growing taste for cheap literature which he observed, the late William Chambers determined to take advantage of it. He saw that one great end had not been reached. Such periodicals as then existed had a sort of official inflexibility attaching to them, and were linked to political or ecclesiastical parties. The strongholds of ignorance, though not unassailed, remained to be carried, and William Chambers proposed to do battle by presenting knowledge in its most cheering and captivating aspect. His brother Robert refused to approvq of the undertaking, not from want o( sympathy with the object, but froiq want of faith in the result. “Let us,” said William to him, “endeavor to give a reputable character to what is at present mostly mean and trivial.” Robert seemed to doubt that the public was prepared for so radical a change. William went on with his plan alone, and Chamber’s Journal was first presented to thepubliconFebruary 4,1832. In a few days there was in Scotland the unprecedented sale of 50,000 copies, and at the third number, when copies were consigned to an agent in London, for dispersal through England, the sale rose to 89,000 at which point it long remained.

The Journal is generally regarded as the first of cheap magazines in Great Britain, for Charles Knight’s Penny Magazine did not appear until six weeks later,but in the United States the Youth’s Companion was already six years old when William Chambers issued his first number. It was the purpose of William Chambers from the first to make whatever he published a means of moral as well as intellectual education. He was true to the dreams of his youtli. He puDllsliea nothing that did not tend to make the readers better at heart and in life. He consecrated his trust, and made it a power. He did not live for himself. Says a writer of him: “If leisure, affluence and his high estate came to him after the hard struggles of his early days, and the wise enterprise of his opening manhood, they came as the reward of a definite and undeviating purpose, followed forth with rare consistency and discretion. They came, too, as the concomitants of unselfish aims. To the latest hour of his life, his talents, his diligence, his influence, were given without interruption to promote the well-being of his fellows.” Truly the world needs editors and bcok-makers with strong aims like this to feed its life aud thought; to quicken its conscience, to make broader its moral vision, and to prepare the way for the generation to come.—Youth’s Companion. Ont of Money. To be out of money in a country where scarcely a native, much less a foreigner, can find anything to do to get his bread, is a serious matter, as the reader can judge. Bayard Taylor in his young and enterprising days -went through Europe living “from hand to mouth,” and occasionally he found himself in sueh a dilemma. Some readers will remember his story of his predicament at Lyons, when a letter (long waited for) came, with money in it to replenish his empty pocket, but with fourteen sous postage due on it! and he was forced to contrive a stratagem to borrow a franc of his landlady before he could get the letter. He relates another incidents of similar straits, in the city of Florence, while his two traveling companions were gone to Leghorn to procure the much-needed cash upon a banker’s draft: “They were to be absent three or four days, and had left me money enough to live on in the meantime, but the next morning our bill for washing came in, and consumed nearly the whole of it. I had about four crazio (three cents) a day left for my meals, and by spending one of these for bread and the remainder for ripe figs (of which one crazie will purchase fifteen or twenty), and roasted chestnuts, Imanaged to make a diminutive breakfast and dinner, but was careful not to take much exercise, on account of the increase of hunger. As it happened, my friends remained two days longer than I had expected, and the last two crazie I had were expended for one day's provisions. I then decided to try the next day without anything, aud actually felt a curiosity to know what one's sensation would be on experiencing two or thiej day sos starvation. I knew that if thi feeling should become insupportable, I could easily walk out to the mountain of Fiesole, where a fine fig-orchard shades the old Roman amphitheater. But the experiment was broken off at its commencement by the arrival of tha absent ones, iu the middle of the following night. Such is the weakness of human nature, that on finding i should not want for breakfast, I arose fiom bed and ate the two or three remaining figs, which by a strong exertion I had saved from the scanty allowance of the day. The statement is made by a wellinformed religious paper that in Loudon thirteen times as much money is spent for tobacco as is given by all the churches of that city put together for foreign missions. It is said that ex-Governor Blackburn, of Kentuckv, intends to found aa institutioa in LouwviJU lox Um crrm ol , iaebd&tet opium-eater*-

PITH aND POINT. “Did the child die under suspicious circumstances ’?” asked the coroner of a witness. “No, sir, it did not. It died under the back porch. “I have a bright prospect before me,” j said the loafer. “You always will , have,” remarked Fogg; “I don’t thinly you will ever catch up to it.”—.Boston Transcript. A young blood, afflicted with a hor- i rible stutter, enters an English pharmacy. “I wa-wa-want,” says lie, “some | p-p-p-pills of 'ip-ip-ip-ip—” “Hurrah!” | cries the impatient clerk, and the blood | flies. “I declabe !” exclaimed Mrs. Tidnice, “I never saw a girl like onr Sarah Jane. I worked almost two hull days ou her new bathin’ dress, aud don’t you ’ think, she got it wringin’ wet the fust ! time she put it on 1” Elderly philanthropist, to small boy, I who is vainly striving to pull a door- | bell above his reach: “Let me help you, my little man.” (Pulls the bell.) | Small boy—“ Now you had better run, or we'll both get a licking!” John Quincy Adams made it a rule to be on time to a minute, and in this : way’ he lost hundreds of valuable hours waiting for other people. A man who ! has been waited for is always more > welcome.— Detroit Free Press. An exchange sighs for the good old I days when they “blew a horn for dinner.” The exchange can have all that diet it wants, but for us a little iced tea, chicken and vegetables fit the complexion better.— Carl Pretzel’s Weekly. Thebe are some girls so awfully nice that they will not dance with a fellow in a ball-room if his hair sticks up on the back of his head. The same girl may be seen at the age of 31 looking in j seven different directions for a husband. I Father io his from-the-university- ■ back-returning-son—“ Well, thou hast, ; of course, no debts?” Sou —“Three | thousand marks.” Father —“What! j 3,000 marks'?” Son—-“ Well, art thou net proud that thy son so great a credit ; hntiiF—Translatedfrom the Omnibus. \ “I don't want no rubbish, no fine sentiments, if you please,” said the widow who was asked what kind of an epitaph she desired for her late husband’s tombstone. “Let it be simple. Something like this: ‘William Johnson, aged 75 years. The good die young.’ ” “Alligatobs,” writes Dr. Henshall to the Forest and Stream, “may be partially tamed.” This statement cannot j induce us to attempt the domestications of alligators, however. It is the part j that cannot be tamed that would likely to chew you up sometime when you’re not looking. “By Jove!” exclaimed Adolphus, | stroking the capilliary suggestions on his superior lip, “the fellows say that a | mustache hides the expression of a I fellow’s face, and they’re all going to shave before taking part in our theatri- i cals.” “How fortunate!” was the sympathetic reply of Julia, “you won’t [ have to shave, will you ?” BIBTH-MABKS. Born in Boston, f Fo*Ji»(Woh b.-uinn; Born in New York, All for gains: Born in Hartford, All for races; Born in St. Louis, Famed for heat; Born in Chicago, The world to beat; Born in Milwaukee, Go to the bad, sure; Born in Indianapolis, Past water-cure; Born in Richmond, Handsome, you bet; Born in Whitehall, Handsomer yet; Born in New Orleans, Never backs out; Born in Cincinnati, Often flooded out; Born in Philadelphia, Proud of one’s birth; Bom in Yonkers, Owns all the earth; Born’ in Fall River, Bound to advance; Boni in Memphis, Kills at a g’nirce; Born in Peoria, Rich as a Jew; Born in Buffalo, Will beat one’s way through; Born in Detroit, Is A Number One, Born in Providence, Loves a good pun; Born in the land of the sunny clime, Will ne’er lack “taffy" at any time. —Chicago Teipgram. The Sixth Sense. The divining rod is only another exemplification of the existence of a power not yet recognized. With a piece of witch hazel I discovered the coal mines which bear that name. I told the number of feet a shaft had to be sunk in order to reach the coal, and even gave the thickness of the vein. Yet people say there is nothing in it, and that the divining rod is a superstition. If I have an idea that brings me in money, then the public pronounce it a good one. Money is the foundation upon which people base their declaration. I got $5,000 for locating the Witch Hazel mine. au.l am paid beside twelve and a half cents for every ton of coal taken out of them. Superintendent Whitelaw, of the water-works, did not credit my ability to locate water i pipe. He came to my residence one 1 evening, aud I went with him through | several streets, and with the aid of the 1 divining rod told him exactly where the | pipes were located. I offered to make i a map of all the pipes in the city, giving their connections and branches. Finally, he asked me to po with him to the public square. I traced several pipes for him there, when he asked me to find the big one. I not only found : it, but told him how far it was below ■ the surface of the earth. I have a letter in my possession from Mr. Whitelaw verifying my experiments. I once went to the residence of a noted scientiest in Philadelphia, where I made another test of the power of the divining rod. I walked across his library floor and traced a pipe. He said Iw as mistaken, as there w ere no pipes of any description beneath the floor. I insisted that there was one at least, and told him I should be compelled to leave his house with the firm conviction that he was wrong and I w as right. Finally he made an examination in the cellar beneath, ami discovered a tin pipe fifteen inches beneath the floor, the existence of which he had forgotten. The divining rod shows the superiority of mind over manner; I stand over a vein of iron ore, and the rod turns. My sixth sense realizes the presence of a mineral, aud the realization moves the switch. Here is a feeling that must sooner or later be recognized. Men cry fraud or superstition, but I know w hat I know. I know that the switch turns when I walk above a metal; that is indisputable, and to me satisfactory. The same sense comes into play when people dream of certain things which are happening to friends, or are about to. I prove the correctness of my theories to men. They say yes, and look mystified. If I catch them in publis th*y tbro w tLair L»a<ls back anil decline to believe, jimply because

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’ they are fearful of their friends’ ridiI rule. But the time is coming when all must believe.— Charles Latimer, in i Clevelar d Leader. The Praise of Knaves. It is but another form of the proverb that a man is known by his companions, to say that he is measured by those who praise hjm. To be warmly commended by rascals, to be the model great man of those whom everybody despises, is a cruel fate, because it is an unerring judgment. The qualities that secure the admiration of knaves are not . the honorable qualities, and every superlative of admiration which a scoundrel bestows upon another man covers that man with suspicion. When a distinguished man shows his friend a letter of the heartiest admiration from one of the great men of his time, his friend replied that he would rather have that letter than a diploma from the lirst university. And when a graduating class of generous collegians spontaneously cheers a professor as a parting token of respect and regard, he may well feel that he is pledged to g renter devotion and diligence by the confidence which . ho has won from the young men. In estimating men whose names only are familiar it is necessary to know' who it is that extols them and who sneers at them. It is this knowledge that makes I honest public men absolutely impervious to the shafts of the most venomous ridicule, and unmindful of the heaviest missiles of abuse. The contempt of sucl, men baffles the sneers of blackguardism, as the sun extinguishes the feeble flicker of a match. Indeed, there is nothing more ludicrous than the constant and elaborate vituperation which is sometimes poured by a newspaper or a politician upon an opponent who is as absoi lately unconscious of the incessant assault as a picture is heedless of the buzzing of a fly. Or out of sheer hut I inanity toward suffering, such a man may so far reward the arduous struggle I of the harmless traducer as to exclaim | good naturedly, “Shoo fly, don’t both- : er me I” No man who takes part in public affairs must be surprised or troubled to be placarded, as it were, upon all the ! dead-walls as a thief, a liar, a villain, a dude, or a donkey. Where the press is . free and where elections are constantly i occuring without great issues to be dej cided, and nothing but personal considerations to determine votes, such placarding is sure to occur, and there, is ■ nothing to do but to do nothing. In : the grave-yard, as “Elia” says in the 1 familiar passage, to judge from the epitaphs, only good men seem to be buried, so at an' election, to judge from the newspaper, only bad men are to be voted for. No sooner has the convention decided that White, Black, or Green shall be the candidate than it appears that he is the personification of all mean and petty vices, and that his conduct in every relation of life has been nefarious.' He lies and bribes and steals, and could the truth be known it would appear i that he was the real murderer of the babes in the wood, and that his beard is blue. But his art has succeeded in concealing his actual character hitherto, Ka Imo imuQsed himself for fiftv years upon his associates and friends and the community at large as a goodnatured, honest, industrious, publicspirited, and clever man. Nature, it is said, provides an antidote against the poison of every venomous snake, and in like manner she makes this provision against false characters —that they shall be praised by those whose applause is certain exposure. That applause is a Nessus shirt. It is meant to decorate and attract, but it tears away the skin and the life. Such praise is meant to adorn and commend, but it leaves it victim blasted with suspicion and scorn.— The Easy Chair in Harper's Magazine.

A Tragedy That Made a Cemetery. The Baltimore Green Mountain cemetery has a most romantic history. Fifty years ago it was the happy home of the Oliver family, which consisted of the father and two children, son and daughter. The daughter, who was a beautiful girl, had many suitors, but to all did she say nay, save one, a poor young man of whom her father disapproved, and whom he had forbidden her to see. He had also taken an oath that if he caught the young man on the grounds he would shoot him. But true love not only laughs at bolts and bars, but at shotguns as well. One evening the young lady, having agreed to meet her lover at the foot of the lane, donned a suit of her brother’s clothes, hoping thereby to escape detection, and sallied forth. Her keen-eyed father caught sight of her as she marched boldly along, nd thinking he recognized in the trespasser the young man who had been forbidden the grounds, raised his gun and tired. The feminine shriek which pierced the air revealed to him what lie had-done. His daughter was dead before he reached her side, and from that day the wretched father became a wanderer upon the face of the earth. He took his son and went abroad, leaving Ins property m the hands of an agent with orders to sell the homestead for a cemetery. In a short time the city purchased the grounds, and the body of the murdered girl was the first one to lie buried there. — Correxpondence Cleveland Leader. Retorts. A cat and an Irishman are always ready. If puss falls from any height, she lands on her feet, and Pat never sees a word coming that he does not “counter” it with a better one. "What are you building there?” asked a stranger in London of an Irishman mortar in front of Cardinal Manning's Pro-Cathedral. “A church, yer honor.” “Oh! a church? Os what denomination?” “Os no denomination at all, yer honor: its the holy Roman Catholic church.” “I’m very sorry to hear it.” “Yes sir. that's what the devil says, answered Pat, as he resumed his work. “I'll not give you anything but I’l] lend you a shilling,” said a gentleman to an Irishman who had just driven him to the station. “Ah thin, may yer honor live till I pay ye,” w as the quick answer. , A beggar woman, with a mass of red hair, was soliciting alms from a stage-, coach full of passengers. Some rude person called out then, “Foxy head, foxy head!” “May ye never see the dyer," she retorted. “Go to the devil!” shouted the irrate passenger, as another woman persistj ently aked for a penny. “Ah. thin, it’s a long journey yer honor is sending us; may be ye’ve going to give us to pay our w , pcuses oa the road'”