Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 1, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 July 1876 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A. PAPER FOR TIIE PEOPLE.

TKKRE HAUTE, JULY 1, 1876

YANKEE DOODLE.

History and Words of the National Song.

Yankee Doodle was a great favorite with the patriots of the Revolution, for it always meant downright patriotism. When it flret came into use in the colonies is not Known. Some of the emigrants may have brought it from England. Those who say ft was learned of the Dutch at New York or Albany are not so wild in their guessing as they might be. It has been said, and believed, that this tune was composed in 1755, by a Dr. Schackburg, of the British army, for the New England troops that fought with the British against the French, at Niagara and Fontenac. It may or it may not be true, that he brought it to the attention of the New Englanders at that time but it is cei tain that he did not compose it. It was known in England in the time of-Charles First and, in the time of the second Charles it was used for a song on a lady of questionable character, which has since become a nursery song:

Lucy Lockctt lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it Nothing in it, nothing In It,

But the blading round it, etc. In times not much later, the English had a Yankee Doodle in Kent, and sang the tune to a popular song which began thus:

Yankco Doodle came to town Upon a Kentish pony He stuck a feather in his hat

And called him Macaroni.

Evart A. Duyckiuck, after considerable investigation, suggested that the tune came originally from Holland, and referred to an old Dutch harvest

Eong

which has this refrain: Yanker dldle, doodel down, Dldul,dudel lanter,

Yanke viver, veover vown, Botermllk and Tantlier.

The pay of the harvesters was buttermilk for drink and one-tenth of ihe

fine

rrain they harvested. Hence, the last of the chorus, which means "buttermilk and a tenth." This old song, with its tune, our Yankee Doodle, has been current in Holland and the .Low Countries, from "time immemorial." There is good reason for believing the tune originated there. It is manifest that our Yankee Doodle was originally and anciently a Dutchman, a jolly gentleman of the Low Countries, who came to us through England, was gladly naturalized, and at length advanced to high honors. Injthe time of the Revolution, the song for which "Yankee Doodle" was most used, may have been first written as a burlesque, and then revised with a more genial aim. It has come down to us in the following form, with the accompaniment of several "various readings." The chorus must, of course, be sung after each stanza:

YANKEE DOODLE AT TIIE CAXT.

Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding. And there we see the men and boys

As thick us hasty pudding. Yankee Doodle.keep it up, Yankee Doodle. Dandy,

Mind the music, keep the step, And with the girls be haudy.

And thero we see a thousand men, AM rich as H\ulre David And what they wasted every day,

I wish it could be saved. The 'lasses eaten there, each day, Would keep an house a winter They have so much, that 111 be bound

They eat wheu they re a mind to.

And there we see a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple, Upon a deuced little cart,

A load for father's cattle.

And every time they shoot it ®(T, it taken a horn of powder, And makes a noise like father's gun,

Only a nation louder.

I went as nigh to one myself As Hlah's underpinning And falher went a* nigh again, 1 thought the deuce was in him.

And Cousin Simon grew so bold 1 thought he would have cock it It scared me «o I nhrlnk'd It off,

And hung by father's pocket.

And CaptAln Davis had a gun, ,iS! He kind of elapt his hand ont, And stuck a crooked stabbing Iron,

Upou the litUe end on'L

And there I see a pumpkin shell As big aa mother's ba*on And every time they touched it off,

They scamper'd like the nation.

I so* a little barrel, too, '5 The heads were made of leather: Thev knock'd upon with little clubs

And call'tf the folks together. Ami there was Captain Washington I'pon a strapping stallion, A giving orders to Tils men

I gtuiui there wns A million.

And then the feathers on his hat, They l«ok'd so tarnal fine,

I wanted pockily to get To give to my Jemima, Awl there they'd fife away itke fUn,

And play on cornstalk riddle*. And some had ribbons red as blood A weund about their middles. The troopers, too, wonld gallop up

And fire right In our feces: It wared me almost half to death To me them run such races. It seared tin* so 1 hookVI It off,

Nor Mop'd, as I remember,

*or

mrnM about, till I got home And safe in mother's chamber.

THE NEW YANKEE DOODLE,

Yankee Doodle came to town On his Centenary, Opened wide hi» eyes to see

Jlow the times do vanr TelegTaph* In the air,

Horse-ear* roll round y6u, Steam engines carry you on. And all things do astound you.

Yankee Doodle took a car, Thought he was a goner, •Took the Elevated road

A TrevTin'Vn VaepT like this Though It makes yon I risky.

Yankee Doodle saw a girl W erring of a puU baok nv buttons if Umt ftinH

Better that) a mole-back.

Cornstalk twists in herhair Ribbons run around war, Striped stockings end herup,-

Wonder where they found nar

Yankee

Doodle went to church,

Heard a woman preacher! Molly Pitcher I prefer To any such bola creature*

False hair on her head. How she'll roar and holler: But she chawed her hnaband op,

A shlllin' or a dollar."

THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL* [Harper's Magazine.] A boy drove Into the city, his wagon loaded Wlth'ffced to feed the. people of the Britishgoverned town. And the little black-eyed rebel, so conning and so sly, Was watching for his coming from the corner of her eye. His face looked broad and honest, his hands were brown and tough, The clothes he wore upon him were homespun, coarse, and rough But one there was who watched him, who long time lingered nigh, And cast at him sweet glances from the corner of her eye. He drove up to the market, he waited in the line— ... His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair ana fine But long and long he waited, and no one came to buy, Save the black-eyed rebel, watching from the corner of her eye.

Now who will buy my apples t" he shouted long and loud And "Who wants my potatoes? he repeated to the crowd But from all the people round him came no word of a reply, Save the black-eyed rebel, answering from the corner of her eye.

For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far away, Who were fighting for the freedom that they meant to gain or die And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.

But the treasures—how to get them crept the question through her mind, Since keen enemies were watching for what prizes tbey might find And she paused awhile an«l pondered, with a pretty little sigh Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired her eye. So she resolutely walked up to the wagon, old and red

May I have a dozen applesfer a kiss?"she sweetly said And the brown face flushed to scarlet, for the boy was somewhat shy, And he saw her laughing at him from the corner of her eye.

You may have them all for nothing, and more, if you want," quoth he. I will have them, my good fellow, but can pay for them," said she. Ana she clambered on the wagon, minding not who all were by, With a laugh of reckless romping in the corner or her ej e. Clinging round his Srawny neck, she clasped her fingers white and small, And then whispered, "Quick, the letters! thrust them underneath my shawl! Carry back again thin package, and be sure that you are spry!" And she sweetly smiled upon him from the corner of her eye.

Loud the motley crowd were laughing at the strange, nnglrllsh freak, And the boy was scared and panting, and so dashea he could not speak And "Miss, have good apples," a bolder

BuVshe^answered, "No, I thank you," from the corner of her eye.

With the news of loved ones absent to the dear friends they would greet, Searching them who hungered for tliem, swift she glided through the street. "There is nothing worth the doing that it doesnot pav to try," ... Thought the little black-eyed rebel, with a twinkle in her eye.

THE SIGNING OF THE DECLARATION. The Declaration, being adopted, was next to be signea ana here again we come upon an equally hopeless contra* diction in testimony. This same Thomas McKean wrote in

1814

ex-President

Adams, speaking of the Declaration of Independence, "No man signed it on that day,"—namely,

July

4, 1770.

Jef

ferson, on the other hand, writing some years later, thought that Mr. McKean memory had deceived him, Jefferson himself asserting, from his early notes, that "The Declaration was reported by the Committee, agreed to by the House, and signed by every member present, except Mr. Dickinson." But Jefferson, who was also an octogenarian, seems to have forgotten the subsequent signing of the Declaration parchment, until it was recalled to his memory, as he states, a few years later. If there was a previous signing of a written document, the manuscript Itself has long since disappeared and the accepted historic opinion is that both these venorable witnesses were mistaken that the original Declaration was signed only by the President and Secretary, John Hancock and Charles Thompson and that the general signing of the parchment copy took place on Augurt 2d. It is probable, at least, that fifty-fonr of the tifty-six names were appended on that day aad that it was afterward signed by Thornton, of New Hampshire, who was not then a member, and by McKean, who was then temporarily absent.

Jefferson used to relate, "with much merriment," says Parton, that the final signing of the Declaration was hastened by a very trivial circumstance. Near the hall was a large stable, whenco the flies issued in legions. Gentlemen were in those days peculiarly sensitive to such discomforts uy reason of silk stockings and when this annoyance, superadded to the summer heat of Philadelphia, had become intolerable, they hastened to bring the business to a conclusion. This may eoually well refer, however, to the original vote flies are flies, whether in July or August.

American tradition has clung to the phrases aligned to the different participants in this scene: John Hancock commentary on his own bold handwriting. "There, John Boll may read my name without spectacles Franklin's. "We most hang together, or else, most assuredly, we shall all bang separately and the heavy Harrison's remark to the slender ElbridgoGerry that, in that event, Oerry would be kicking in the air long after hia own fete would be settled. These things may or may not have been said built gives a more human interest to the event, when we know that tbey were even attributed. What we long to know ia, that the great acta of history were done by men like ourselves, and not by dignified machines.—fFYom "The Sfcory of the Signing," by Col. T. W. Higglnson Scribnor for July.

A HUNDRED TEAM AGO. This year, 1876, is full of memories for every day in the year. The mind Is irresistibly carried Sack to the men and time of a hundred years ago. Washington was then in hia prime, a few weeks lees than forty-feur years old, and in the full bloom of his magnificent manhood. Franklin had Just completed bis three-wore and ten years but was still hale and hearty, aad ripe In wisdom and experience. John Adams was In his forty-first year, and Thomas Jefferson In his thirty-third. Washing

ton was with the army at Cambridge, and Franklin* Adanis and Jeflerson were at Philadelphia, working the Continental Congress up to the point of making the Declariflon of Independence.

And a hundred years ago this day, way down in the Waxhaw settlement In North Carolina, there was a poer, fatherless little boy, in his ninth year, named Andrew Jackson. And tn Braintree, Mass.. there waa another little boy, also In bis ninth year, named John Quincy Adams. These little boys both became deeply embittered against England and each of them, when grown to manhood, dealt her terrible blows, one with his sword, and the other with his pen. And those two little boys, each going his separate way—one through poverty, and

fierce

frontier contests, and

the wildest scenes of war, and the other through the universities of America and Europe, and foreign courts, and high official honors—came into collision forty-eight years afterward as opposing candidates In one of the most envenomed Presidential contests this country has ever known.

It is well for us to let our hearts go out in affectionate remembrance of the sages and heroes of a hundred years ago, the fruits of whose wisdom and courage we now enjoy.

HOUSEHOLD A HUNDRED YEARS AGO. In speaking of the comparative comforts and conveniences enjoyed by our ancestors in their homes of a thousand years ago, with their descendants of this generation, Dr. Nichols, in the B-ston Journal of Commerce says:

Our fathers were groping in almost utter darkness, so far as sciences was concerned,and but littlo progress had been made in invention ana the arts scarcely one of the modern contrivances for cooking and for warming and lighting dwellings was known. Not a pound of coal or cubic foot of illuminating gas had been burned in the country. No iron stoves were used and no contrivances for economizing heat were employed until* Dr. Franklin invented the iron frame fire place, which still bears his name. All the cooking and warming in town and country were done by the aid of fire kindled upon the brick hearth or in the brick oven. Pine knots or tallow candles furnish the light for the long winter evenings, and sanded floors supplied the place of rugs and carpets. The water used for household purposes wa9 drawn from deep wells, by the creaking "sweep," and it is a curious circumstance that both the well and the building meeting the necessity of a water closet were often at long distances from the house. In a cold nigbt to be called toward either of them was something dreadful to think of. No form of pump was used in this country, so far as we learn, until after the commencement of the present century. There were no friction matches In those early days, by the aid of which, afire could speedily be kindled and if the fire "went out'" on the hearth over nightr, and the tinder was damp so the spark would not "catch," the alternative remained of wading through the snow a mile or so to borrow a brand of a neighbor. Only one room in any house was warmed (unless some one of the family were ill) in all the rest the temperature was at zero during many, nights in winter. The men and women of a hundred years ago undressed and retired to their beds at night in an atmosphere colder than that of our modern barn and woodsheds and they never complained. ,«

THE LADY WHO DISCARDED WASHINGTON. Bishop Meade, in his "Old Churches and Families of Virginia," relatos the following The elder sister of Miss Mary Cary had married George William Fairfax, at whose house she was on a visit, when she captivated a young man man who paid her his addresses. His affection, however, was not returned, and the offer of his hand was rejected by Miss Cary. This young man was afterward known to the world as General George

Washington, the first President

of the United States of America. Young Washington asked permission of old Mr. Cary to address his daughter before he ventured to speak to herself. The reply of the old gentleman was: "If that is yeur business here, sir, I wish yo» to leave the houfee, for my daughter has been accustomed to ride in ner own coach." It has subsequently been said that this answer of Mr. Cary to the stripling Washington produced the independence of the United States, and laid the foundation of the future fame of the first of heroes and the best of men— our immortal Washington—as It was more than probable that, had he obtained possession of the large fortune which it was known Miss Cary would carry to the altar with her, he would have passed the remainder of bis life In inglorious ease. It was an anecdote of the day that this lady, many years after she had become the wife of Edward Ambler, happened to be In ^Villiamsburg when General Washington passed through that city at the Head of the American Army, crowned with neverfading laurels and adored by his countrymen. Having distinguished her among the crowd, his sword waved toward her a military salute, whereupon she la said to have fainted. But this wants confirmation, for her whole life tended to show that she never for moment regretted the choice she had made. It may befadded, as a curious fact, that the lady General Washington afterward married resembled Miss Cary as muoh aa one twin sister ever did another.

DRESS IN

177(1.

Fashions changed a hundred years ago as the}' do now, aad perhaps It would be impossible to give an exact picture of the costumes of different clauses at any one given time. But, In general, it may be said tha gentlemen wore small clothes, knee-buckles, and buckled shoes, coats broad skirted, wlde-cnflbd, and face-rufiled, and of brown, gt*y, claret, or other color long waistcoats, with broad flaps over the pockots, cocked hats, and In many canes wigs and powdered bair. The small sword waa a common article of full dress, while soarlet cloth and gold and ailver lace, with showy buttons, were resorted to by patricians on important occasions. The ladles made np their silks and aatina and brocades into aacquea and petticoat*, hooped and trailed, eet off with ruffles, and variously patterned and bedecked according ts the style of the hour. They spent much time upon their hair, and the arrangement of the bead -d rem for a great party or grand ball waa a very complicated operation.

OLD TIME rUNERALSi Funerals in 1776, say* Edward Abbott, touched weddings at the point of feasting, and were often very expensive, showy aftd pompous occasions. In some parts of the country, especially among the Dutch of Long Island and New York, it was the custom for a young m«p to lay by his earnings after coining of age, until a sufficient sum had accumulated to provide for hltn a "respectable" funeral when he should come to

die. Oftlmes the young burgher would reserve half of the portion of wine which he had liberally laid In for his marriage, to be used, at the funeral of his wife. Special Invitations were s*mt out for funerals as for parties. The clergymtn, pall-bearere and physicians attending were provided with scarfs and gloves, and sometimes each with a mourning ring while the feast which followed the interment at the house of the relatives of the deceased, elaborate with cold roast meats, wine liquors and pipes, was not uufrequently an occasion of coarse excess, sometimes descending into hilarious and

noisy

demonstrations.

A "respectable" funeral of this description might cost perhaps a thousand dollars wnlle the funeral of the first wife of Stephen Van Rensselaer is said to have cost not lees than twenty thousand dollars

WASHING TONS APPEARANCE. I once heard my father, In a private conversation with Washington Allston, give bis candid opinion of Gen. Washington's appearance. He said that bis figure was by no means good that his shoulders were high and narrow, and his hands and feet remarkably large. He bad "aldermanlc proportions and this defect was increased by the form of the vest of that day. But, with all these drawbacks, bis appearance was singularly fine. I have heard my mother say that the first time she saw him, he entered tho hall door, as she passed from the entry to the parlor, and that she thought him the mest superb-looking person she had ever seen. He was then dressed in black velvet, with white lace ruffles, etc., exactly as Stuart's picture represented him.—[Jane Stuart Scribner for July.

CLAPPING WASHINGTON ON THE ,•* RACK [John Cochrane In the New York Sun.]

After the Revolutionary war Washington and many of the army officers, then living in New York, met frequently at dinner at each other's houses. My grandfather, Dr. John Cochrane, (Sur-. geon and Director General of the military hospital of the army.) attending at one of these had directed his son, my uncle, then a lad, to come in tho evening and escort him home.

As the son of the Doctor he was admitted to

the dining-room,where,*in

the

midst of their hilarity, he saw Governor Morris, who was talking, turn suddenly toward Washington, next to whom he was seated, and clapping him on the back, heard him cry out, "Wasn't it so, my old boy

Washington, my uncle said, sat unmoved, and a death-like silence fell upon the whole company, which soon after quietly broke up.

It was understood that the scene waa occasioned by a wager that a liberty could be taken with Washington.

OUR IDOLS.

One by one our idols fall. Here comes Mr. Enander, of this city, a native of Sweden, and not only claims that the ancient Norsemen settled in this coun try as early as the tenth century, but brings forward names, dates, and localities to prove that Columbus was an historical plagiarist and obtained his information regarding America while on a trip to Iceland in the year

1477.

Then,

too, there is our own George Washington. What a halo has ever surrounded him, making even his personal appearance imposing. It now transpires that he was tall, lean, hollos-chested, stoopshouldered, and possessing a. narrow, retreating forehead. He was extravagant to a wonderful degree and—alas! that hatchet—deceitful. In the archives of the capitol is a letter, written by President Washington, giving instructions regarding the elegant coach which was being quietly built at government expense for Lady Washington. Following the letter is a postscript which says. "Do net show this to the authorities." It may be possible that Attorney General Williams saw this letter before having his house fitted up. All this goes to show that, in his history at least, facts are preferable to ideals. No American citizen will doubt that Washington was a noble and good man, but it is absurd to deifV him, and to ignore the fact that he had numerous weaknesses and was a descendant of Adam.

CAMPAIGN PUNS. [Toledo Blade

Every one will now Hayes-ten to pun upon the name of the Republican nominee for President. We have carefully hunted up the list of words susceptible of play upon tbem, In order to help our fellow-sufferers in the ardous task of making campaign jokes. Hay, haze, hazy, hazard and hazel, seem to be the only ones that offer any encouragement to the paragrapher. These are not firstclass, either, but they will do pretty well under the pressure of campaign enthusiasm, which has a stomach capable of digesting the most execrable of puns, and still worse poetry.

Of course we will soon begin to hear

^Wis one or the finest of Ohio's productionsor that The Northern part of the State is a magnificent agricultural region, and its Hay-in unequalled anywhere."

Then some brilliant wit will certainly

rincipal business of the people

of the United States, this year, will be raising Hayes for the /Vcw-idencyor

th"When

Hayes Pressident his friends

will live In clover or that All flesh is grass, but Hay-'as grassped the Presidencyor *hat

No seed succeeds ^n this country like Hayeseedor that

There Is every prospect that Hay-la to be the fodder of his country." And It is possible some one will be vile enough to eay something about our oandldatenavlng "//ay expiration 9 to the White Housed This sort of thing ought to be nipped in the bnd, however, even If a few word-quibblers«are slain in the process.

The statement that the prospers of the Democratic party are obecured by a Haze is so obvious a pun that the foeblest paronomaslast ought to be able to get it off without an effort.

Of the same nature Is the remark that the party la now standing on the Hayesard of a die, etc.

Finally, it will no doubt be said that Havei'U-nul sutler at the hands of the men who used to dean out the but-

lame blank space ought to be left in the column after thts, in order that the madnf may hare time for reflection and the proper digestion of the nioreel.

We have Indicated a few of the directions in which asaaults can be made upon our mother tongue. We have not copyrighted this, and our brother editors are at liberty to cut it out and paste it up, for reference, when they want to invigorate the canvas* with a particularly excruciating joke.

AN A UDTENCE HOAXED. The reappeacanc^of John Brougham, the veteran aotor, in»two of hia old4ime par**, Captain Marpl^ MagMdre, and Powhattan, In "The Serious Family" and his own inimitable burlesque, "Pocahontas," at the Fifth Avenue Theater, New York, on the occasion of his recent benefit, calls to mind a famous hit he made at the old Lyceum Theater, in the same eity, twenty-five years ago, in a piece called "The Row at the Lyceum or, Greenroom Secrets." one. of the many products of his fertile pen. The curtain rose and showed the greenroom of a theater while a rehearsal was In progress, the actors and actresses in their ordinary every day dresses, and doing and saying just aa persons do and say "behind the scenes." It was a novel entertainment and the audience was getting muoh amused, when the scene changed, and the "Row at the Lyceum" began. Mrs. B. looks over her part, doesn't like it, and agka for something that will suit her better. While she Is urging her complaint a Quakerish looking party in the pit discovers that the lady Is his wife, aud calls to her to come off the stage. He rushes to the footlights and tries to mount the platform but the audience, who have been laughing at bis comic earnestness, soon get angry, and tell liim to "Sit down!" ask "Who is he?" call "Put him out!" "Where are the police?" while others good naturedly take his part and encourage him Dy "Go in, Broadbrim!" "Takehar home!" "Oh, you hussy!" and so forth. The gallery join in the row, and the bouse became a perfect pandemonium. Prominent among "the gods" is a red-shirted, soap-lockea fireman, a regular Bowery boy, who at once becomes a violent partisan of the lady, and above the hubbub of cat-calls, booting and hissing his voice is heard warning the indignant husband that If he dares to lay a hand on her he will come down and thrash him within an inch of his life. He is as good as word, pushes his way down stairs, and amid the shrieks of the women and shoutings of the men, who in vain try to preserve order, "Mose" seizes the husband by the coat collar and is proceeding to pummel him, when a posse of policemen arrive, and both Broadbrim and his assailant ara dragged upon the stage and made to face the house. Then the epilogue of the play is spoken, the company forming in the traditional semicircle, and the audience find tor the first time that they have been badly sold. The indiguant husband proves to be John Brougham himself, and the fireman with the soap locks no one else than William J. Florence, who has since made such a great name for himself as the Hon. Barawell Slote, in The Mighty Dollar. The hoax was a most successful one, and was played night after night to new audiences for those persons who had been sold one night took particular pains to induce their friends to go the next and be sold ih their turn. 4

THE Boston girl drives, and behind her is the page of the nineteenth contury. She has on white driving-gloves, her hat is. of white chip trimmed with soft gray ribbons, and it is fastened to her light-brown hair with a gray veil. Her dress Is a light-gray fabric that has the shiny gloss of silk and falls with the graceful folds of wool It is untrimmed. A light-brown Skye terrier sits in her lap, and examines me scrutinizingly as I pass, as if decidiDg whether I should be barked at or not. On the empty seat beside her is a volume of thejargonal Browning. The youthful page, who sits in the little tilt-up perch behind her, is clothed in somber black, and with a still more somber white tie. He folds his arms across his narrow chest, and, with preternatural gravity, regards the back of his mistress' head. There was not a particle of downright oolor In tho imitation of English get-up everything was as staid, and subdued, and prim as an icicle dangling from a meet-ing-house roof. Dog, mistress, page, all had apparently frozen their natures.— [Nahant Letter.

AN ASTONISHED CASHIER. [New York Correspondence of the Boston Journal.]

One of our banks has just selected a cashier. He announced his intention of running the institution on a sound and safe basis. He proposed especially to look after paper presented for discount. A well-known customer brought In a note. The cashier examined it vigilantly and, in a quiet, patronizing way said, "Cant't you give us another name on this note?" "Yes, if you think it necessary." "Well, I think it will be better." The gentleman went out and was gone about an hour and brought back a list of names full two yards long, which were pasted to the note. There were ten millions on the paper which he handed to the astonished cashier. In the meanwhile the official had learned something about his customer. He blushed, tore off the names, and passed the paper to the credit of the customer.

A CHRISTIAN WARNING. [From tho Columbia (S. C.) Sun.] She was a colored lady and attending a revival of religion, and had worked herself up to the extreme pitch of going to the good place in a moment, or sooner If possible. As her friends gave vent to her feeling, and exclaimed

I wish I was a June bug." A brother of sable hue, standing near by, Inquired^

What you want to be one for 7" That I might fly to Heaven." "You fool nigger woodpecker ketch you 'fore you get half way dar."

BARRELS OF MONEY.

IJ*HE a

Many are the anecdotes told about the Convention. Here Is one on Senator Jones, of Nevada. 8cene—thesilverSenator'sHeadquarters, 200 Vine street. Time, before tho convention. Enter one of Jones' emissaries.]

Emissary—"I think I can secure that delegate from Georgia." ,4 Jones—"What Is his price?"

Emissary—"Ten thousand dollars." Jones—"All right. Take the money out of the barrel this way, that has been opened."

Yoc can buy a cane fish pole for twen-ty-five cents and catch lust as many fish with it as you can with a Jointed one that costs seventeen, dollars cut you cant take It apart and slip it under your coat when you go fishing on 8undays as you cJmone that's in sections, audi religious outside appearance is worth sixteen dollars and seventy-five cents to moat men.—[Fulton Times.

HE walttod out of a Liberty street front door yeeterfay. followea by a washboard and two bars of Babbitt's soap, and aa be straightened himself and walked firmly down the street, he remarked: "A man mast draw tbe line somewhere or he cant be boss of tbe house, I'll be hanged if I'll pump more than one barrel of water for one waihing, and there ain't no woman can make mo do it unless ah* locks me in. —[Rome Sentinel.

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We have made arrangements with an extensive manufactory of frames by which we can furnish for One Dollar a frame usually sold for $1.60 and 81.75. These frames are of the best polished walnutand gilt. Here Is tbe

BILL OF PRICES.

The Mail one year and choice of Chromo 52 00 The Mail one year and Both Chromes mounted 3 U0 The Mall one year and Both Chromos

FRAMED 5 00

THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL Is an Independent Weekly Newspaper, elegantly printed on eight pages of book paper, and aims to be, in every sense, a Family Paper. With this aim in view, nothing will appear in its columns that cannot be read aloud In the most refined fireside circle.

CLUBBING WITH OTHER PERIODICALS. **•.'« We are enabled to offer extraordinary Inducements in the way of dubbins with other periodicals. We will furnish THE SATURDAY EVENINO MAIL, PRICE £2.00 PER YEAR, and elthe* of the above Chromos with any of the periodicals enumera. ted below at greatly reduced rates. These periodicals will be sent direct from the efBces of publication. Here Is the list:

SEMI-WEEKLY.

Semi- Weekly New York Tribune, price $3.00, The Mall and Chromo $4 50 -itW

WEEKLY PAPERS.

IndUtna/polit Journal, price 82.00, The Mail and Chromo 13 50 jndianapolit Sentinel, price $2.00, The

Mall and Chromo 3 58 N. Y. Tribune, price $2.00, Tho Mail and Chromo 3 50 Toledo Blade, price $2.00, The Mail and

Chromo fj j*} N. Y. Sun, The Mail and Chromo 3 00 Prairie Farmer, price 82.00, The Mall and Chromo 8 66 Western Rural, price $2.50, The Mall and

Chromo 3 50 Chicago Advance, price $8.00, The Mail and Chromo

Chicago Interior, price $2-50, Tho Mail and Chromo- 4 0® Chicago Inter-Ocean, price $1.50, The

Mall and Chromo............ .......... 3 25 Appleton's Journal, price $4.00, The Mall and Chromo 5 20 Rural New Yorker, price $3.00, The Mall and Chromo 2o Hearth and Home, price $3.00, The Mall and Chromo 4 50 MtlhodM, price $2.50, The Mall and

Chromo 3 50 Harpcr't Weekly, price $4.00, The Mail aud Chromo 60 Harj^r't Bazar, price $4.00, The Mall and Chromo 5 80 Frank Leslies Illustrated Newspaper, price $4.00, The Mail and Chromo 5 LesUes Chimney Corner, price $4.00, The

Mall and Chremo 5 00 Bovs' and Girls' Weekly, price $2.50, the Mail and Chromo 8 75

MONTHLIES. 'J

Arthur's Home Magazine, price 12.50, The Mall and Chromo $4 00 Peterson's Magazine, price $2,00, The

Mail and Chromo 3 50 American AgricuUiirist, price $1.50. The Mail and Chromo W BetnoresL's Monthly, price $3,00, 1 year,

The Mall and Chromo.... 4 35 Oodey's Lady's Book, price $3.00, The Mail and Chromo 4 50 Little Corporal, price $1^0, The Mall and

Cbromo. 3 50 Seribner's Monthly, price $4.00, The Mall and Chromo 5 20 Atlantic Monthly, price $4.00, The Mall and Chromo... 5 20 Olct and Neto, price 14.00, The Mall and

Chremo 5 08 Overland Monthly, price $4.00, The Mall and Chromo.— 00 Harper's Magazine, price $1.00, The Mall arid Chromo •iSa.... 5 50 gardener's Ififnthiy,pricetlJOO,The and Chromo

BL Nicholas, price

Chromo

8 50

Young Folks Rural, The Mall and Chromo_...... The Nursery, price $1.50, Tho Mail and

Chromo..

$3.00,

The Mail and

All the premiums offered by the above pub licatlons are Included In this clubbing arrangement.

CLUBBING WITH COUNTY PAPERS. We have made arrangements to furnish THE MAIL, with Chromo, and any one of the Newspapers In the neighborhood of Terre Haute all for $8i».

JUST LOOK AT IT!

The Mail, price. 00 Your County paper, price.. 2 00 Tho Chromo, worth... ...» 4 00

Total $8 00

All these—($8.00)—for $3X0. Address P. 8. WE8TFALL, Publisher Saturday Evening Mall,

TERREHAUTE, IND