Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 September 1877 — Page 1

Vol. 8.—No. 11

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

SECOND EDITION.

Town- Talk.

If T. T. were called upon to lay down a rule in the matter, he would say that in every well regulated family the number of consciences should, as nearly as possible, equal the number of persons in the lamily. Jn fact T. T: is quite positive that this is an article which every man and woman ought to possess. Ho bus noticed that, of all the human animals that run at large, tho most dangerous, if not the most disagreeable, are the poo pie without consciences, or whose consciences are kept as good as new by never being used. Hut after all there is not very much of a choice between a man without any conscience and the man with a big strong concience and no sonse about using it. It doesn't make very much difference whether a man makes himself disagreeable and does harmful things because he don't care a continental, or dots the same things conscientiously. On some accounts the conscientious bully Is more to be dreaded than the vicious one. It does no good to knock down the bully from conscience, but the other fellow has some regard for his own head and will get out of the way or keep quiet rather than have it broken. Upon the whole, T. T. thinks he would prefer to deal with the thoroughbred conscienceless rascal rather than with the conscientious mean man.

A bit of experience, or several bits of experience, suggested this train of thoughtto T. T. There Isold Grumbler he is just as conscientious a man as can be found in the city. His bump of conscience is so big that there is no room for common sense to raise a bump as big us a pea. Ho saj the most dIsagreeable and mean things that it is possible for a man to say, and does It from a sense of duty, He does the most annoying and often harmfttl things, and all from a sense of duty. He is as irascible as a porouplne,and gets mad conscientiously as mad as a March hare, and acts like any other mad man. He is r»s obstinate as a mule, and balks and kicks Ju*t as badly and Just as unreasonably, but he does it from a sense of duty. He owned shares In a stock company, and did more to harm the company and preveni Its suocesa than tlfty men organized into a rival company could do, and kopt everybody in hot water, and all for the sake of his conscience. He joined the church and the temperance socioty, and the Y. M. C. A., and conscientiously did the worst possible to weaken or destroy all these and a dozen other moral and religious societies. In politics, while be bates the opposition with a hatred as implacable as that of a wild Indian, he continually, and of course, conscientiously plays into its hands by his course In reference to his own party. In fact the surest way to kill any cause, good or bad, is for him conscientiously toespons* it, and tho surest way to help any cause, good or bad, is for blni to conscientiously oppose it. Old grumbler haant a friend who has nottfelt like knocking him down a dezen times a year for some conscientious meanness, and he has few iriends who would not have been gratified in giving him a sound threshing now and then. Now the trouble with this man is that bo is all conscience and no sense.

T. T. Isn't such a heretic that be don't believe in conscience. He has no sympathy with those who decry conscience because, as they say, it tells one man one thing and another something else. Those |*ople blunder as to the real of ftce of conscience. Conscience doesn't tell a man what Is right and what is wrong. That Is the ofBee generally of the judgment, A few things, probably, a man knows to bo right or wrong from instinct, but the moral character of most actions is learned either through the teaching of others or by thought. Conscience does not teach a man what is right or wrong, but tella a man that be, ought to do what is right and ought not to do what is wrong. Hence a man with a strong sense of ought and ought not, but with little common sense, a weak (udgmeut, will be continually applying feeling in the wrong manner and often be conscientiously mean. The trouble

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is not with his conscience but with his judgment. Now old Grumbler has a judgment about as weak and unreliable as that of a three year old ohild. Hence he is always making mountains out of mole hills, and behaving himself ridiculously, and disagreeably, and often dangerously. His conscience is all right, but he is an ass. That is all the matter with him. So stand from his beols, or be ibay feel in duty bound to kick, and break your shins, or bead. He isn't a knave, but, to put it mildly, he is conscientious fool.

Husks and Nubbins.

No. 269.

THK TYRANNY OF NBW8PAPERS. It is the custom to boast of tho rapid increase of newspapers and periodicals in this country as an evidence of the growing intelligence of the people for if the people were not intelligent they would not read and if they did not read the newspapers would languish and go down. Doubtless there is just cause for pride in this, but there is another tendency growing parallel with this increase ox perishable literature which is not so pleasant to observe, namely, that while there is more reading of newspapers there is less reading of books proportionally than there was once. The newspaper, in its triple form of daily,weekly and monthly, is crowding the books to the wall. The newspaper, damp from the press, llutters down upon us everywhere. It is on every boat, on every train, in every hotel. It is the first to greet us at home in the morning—the la?t to leave us at night. Wo have to step over it to get into our stores and offices. We are literally snowed under witn newspapers.

Everybody roads the papers. With some the .habit is as strong as the spell which binds the opium-eater. They read for hours and hours together^' It is appalling to think what a quantity of trash drivels through their minds in the course of a year. It would ruin the best intellect in the world and they are only saved from the lunatic asylum be cause their mental fabric is so rickety that it can't bold enough to break it down. The stuff runs in and out like water through a sieve.

Wo have no word of disparagement for the newspapers. They are all right in their place, and should be taken and read properly by everyone. It is the abuse of them that we decry. There are parts to be read and parts to be left unnoticed. They are like frogs ttie hind legs are to be eaten, the rest thrown away. Which is the hind legs? That each ono must deoide for himself. A cultivated taste will not need to be told, and any other taste will not profit by the telling.

It is a great mistake when the periodicals lure us entirely out of our libraries. There is that in books which cannot be pat into the newspapers. We look for something fresh and piquant In them, comments on current events, oheerful gossip a*)OUt the fashions and fashionables. It is the easiest of easy reading. It requires no mental effort to take it in. Like a fragrant cup of coffee steaming under our note we almost inhale its contents without effort.

This is pleasant and in a manner refreshing but there is math besides current events to think about. No mind that makes any claim to solid culture can subsist wholly on such froth and foam. It wanta to know something about what the great men of the a^es have thought and said. It wanta to make long excursions into the realms of scionce, poetry and literature to become acquainted with what is permanent and enduring in human thought. For this it must go to the shelves of the library. The newspapers don't supply it, nor pretend to. Perhaps it would be too harsh to pronounce them "teachers of disjointed thinking," as was once done, Ibr there are now men and women of the highest talents engaged upon them. It la apparent, however, that much is made of comparatively small and ephemeral matters and they treat things In an easy and popular way.

Newspapers are essentially light and need something heavier for ballast. There are men who sit in high places, apart from passing events, and, looking down without passion or prejudice see things in a broader and truer light than the majority—men like Buckle and Emeraon. It is our misfortune if we do not learn from these. Their treasures are to be found in the bookstores and nowhere else. We are apt to forget them because they are not hawked about under our noeee and shouted into our ears at the street corners. But it is as uuwise to forget them as it is unrecessary to neglect them. It is true we cannot all be profoundly learned, nor have a technical knowledge of tbe many sciences which are being developed in the world. But we may have a general and intelligent acquaintance with art, science and literature, enough to give us a keen appreciation and enjoyment of the high work that others are doing and enough to afford the latter a great deal of encouragement and inspiration. This can be accomplished by a moderate but continu­

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ous and persistent study of good books It will' take a great many hours from the newspapers but it will leave hours enough to skim tbe cream from them and leave little except tbe thin and sonr milk. No one's stomach will be the worse with this out of it.

Editorial Correspondence.

(The following, by tome carelessness in lbe New York postofflce, arrived on Baturd* afternoon, a few hours too late for last week's issue.]

NEW YOKK, Aug. 23.

I've ••done" fourtbings. Took aTurkIsh Bath, been to Long Branch, to Coney Island, and up the Hudson to West Point. Reader mine, did you ever take

A TURKISH BATH?

Most of you will say "No." Because the Turk has bad such a Russian business at home that he hasn't sent any out to Terre Haute for you to take. You might get some of the experience by going down to the rolling mill and helping the puddlers for half an hour, have a Greek from Cork sponge you off, then jump in tbe canal and afterward lie under tbe shade of a tree for half an hour or more. But this would be inconvenient and disagreeable so if ever you come to Now York I advise you to take a real Turkish Bath and the place to get one is at Dr. E. P. Miller's, 37 West 25th street. My experience may be interesting. I was shown into a little stall in front of which is a thick curtain. In the sub&equent proceedings there are IIO thick curtains. On disrobing I found a long towel which I was told to gird about the loins. This towel is an embarrassing affair to a novice who has not inventive talent to adjust so primitive a costume in a permanent mauner. Having wrapped it about my person as well as I oould manage it, I fell to wonder ing what would be the ne-** step in this new experience. Thru-ting my bead out at one side the curtain I found an attendant in waiting—standing as it were sentinel at the door of the cell. This individual had a pleasant expression of countenance, but his clothing was as meagre as my own though so much more gracefully and securely adjusted, as to make me blush for my own want of taste in matters of dress. With a little instruction I got the thing on in a manner that would not wholly disgrace a primitive barbarian. The next step was through a door Into—Whew!— a room heated to-14S° Fahrenheit. It was necessary to walk lively to keep the feet from burning on the tiled floor. Here a towel was spread over a reclining chair, and I was told to sit there twenty minutes. At first it seemed as though I would expand and buret open like a roasted oyster. With what gratitude was the re-entrance of the attendant looked upon. He carried a glass of ice water, which I drank, and it seemed to immediately issue from every pore of tbe body. It ran down on all sides, saturating the scanty robe, now sadly in need of readjustment, but not so extensive in its environment as to absorb much time in the operation. On one side of tne sat a short fat person and on the ether a lean, lank body. And there we sat and sweat and watched the alow moving hands of the clock and sweat. Soon the oppressive feeling changed to one of delicious pleasure. The reading of martyrs oompelled to walk over red hot plow shares was recalled, and of being cast into fiery furnaces, and tbe conclusion was arrived at that the sufferings of those martyrs had been mentally exaggerated. It was deemed quite possible to encounter anything in the way of heat without much pain. And still the perspiration poured. I tried to recall my physiology, and to speculate upon the source from which all this fluid was drawn, but found myself capable of nothing but watching the thermometer and tbe clock. And still tbe perspiration flowed. At last tbe twenty minutes expired and in came another barbarian attendant. li olothing consisted of a towel and a huge muatacbe, and he had an eye that seemed to glow with esger anticipation. Like tbe spider iu the ffcble, this barbarian invited me into bis parlor, and like tbe fly in tbe fable, I accepted his invitation. We passed iato a small marble encompassed room, tbe only furniture of which was a marble ftla* and a basin of water. Here I saw tbe last of my primitive raiment, and alone with that barbarian I was placed flat upon that marble slab and shampooed. That is, rubbed and scrubbed by the barbarian, pulled and hauled and totneled and pumped upon by a hode in the hands of tbe barbarian soaped, brushed and kneaded limbs stretched and twisted bead rubbed until consecutive thought was an utterly impracticable achievement. Pop! went an explosion like one of those big Chinese fire crackers. This was startling until shown that it was done by the barbarian holding his hand as a cup filled with soap suds. Brought down suddenly upon the flesh it mikes aloud crack, earning a little sting but not hurting much. Tbe barbarian then fired a successive volley, ending in general firing, all along the line of tbe spine. "Takers plunge?" said he. "Do with me as yon

like," said I in desperation, and in I went into a vat of not uncomfortably cool water sufficient to swim about. Tbe power of consecutive thought was at once fully reetored by this plunge, and immediately analyzing my sensations I found them decidedly Oriental. The free use of towels removed the moisture delicacy and dress in tbe form of a linen wrap were resumed, and after some fifteen minutes recliniug upon a lounge—a blissful rest—I was aroused to resume every day dress and revisit tbe outer world. Issuing from the establishment I heard the bells striking p. m. and oould almost imagine the voice of tbe meiiznn calling to prayer from distant minarets, and psrfumes of

Araby the blest" blending with tbe less aromatic odors of metropolitan at-

MOSPHERE-

W%4,R,

LONG BRANCH,

Glorious Long Branch! Would that I could linger forever—or at least for a week—on your sunny and sandy beach, and listen to tbe low tones of the washing surf, and glean the meaning of the words it mutters, when in tbe coolness of its tide it creeps up so dreamily, and k'sses the foot prints, and as if jealous, wipes out the names traced in tbe sand by loving ones, who dream dreams of romance. Or in thunder tones tbe waves lash the shore, and tbe white arms reach out mercilessly for something to devour. How thoroughly its language, if heeded, would take the bigotry out of some who come here feeling to large in their own importance, and how effectually it might reveal to them their own insignificance. 'S

There fs tfo tfil&fHiott^&boufc it. Bathing at Long Branch in tbe surf is obsolete among the women of the period— the bon ton—the Fifth Avenoodles. Why? Because—well, what's tbe use of telling tales out of school? Modern make ups" tor fashionable females were not invented for the sea. And then it is so much trouble to change the dress. Oh! this slavery of woman's dress. At these gay watering places, and in fact every place, one cannot help being oppressed by tbe appalling fact that tie chief feature of a lady's life is her clothes. She cannot stir without thinking first what she ought to wear, then whether she has it to wear, or what would do as a substitute, and then stopping to put it on. This constant pinning of their thoughts to dress, degrades their minds inevitably. Many have been eminent in spite of it, but would have been greater without it. Bnt telling young ladies that if they will fill their minds with noble thoughts and aims their dress will not trouble them, is like telling a person trying to swim with a millstone tied about his neck, that if he will just keep his thoughts on proper objects bis weight will be no imped! ment. Ladies will never be all that they might be until tbey have a dress that requires as little of their thoughts and time as a man's does of his. Will such a millenium ever dawn? Will the time over come when it takes moro to make a belle than simply to have a successful dressmsker? When in writing of the assemblages of tbe wealth and beauty, and talent of tbe land, the Jenkins of tbe press, instead of saying: "Miss Smith was tbe belle of the evening and wore so and so," it will be ssid: "Miss Smith was tbe belle of the evening and said so and so." The present style of dress should bo prohibited, on tbe ground of its being unconstitutional. It deprives Isdies of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Of life, because it is in itself unhealthy, and induces such an indoor life. On many a woman's tomb might be truthfully inscribed:

Died of her clothes." Of liberty, because a more complicated straight jack et, extending even to the lower limbs, was never Invented. A sudden free movement of any kind and something gives way, and it requires an hour's time, or mo*e, to repair damages. Of the pursuit of happiness, because, with all their trouble, they are never ready, and are obliged to forego hundreds of outdoor pleasures that fall to tbe lot of their more ^conveniently equiipeJ brothers.

I said bathing was obselete with a certain class, but let me not be understood as saying that there is no surf bathing at Long Branch. Far from it. There aro hundreds of sensible peoplemen and women—who go there to enjoy a dip in old ocean. I arrived at II o'clock in the morning, and found bathing at full tide. Tbe first thing one strikes on landing at the atation is tbe hack man. Talk about the Niagara back man. Pshaw! Tbe Long Branch fellow bowls at you in seven languages and shakes his whip in three. For this very reason, preferred to walk the few steps from tbe station to Ocean Avenue, which runs along the entire beach and at moat all hours is filled with every variety of handsome turnouts, including the six-in-hand old fashioned English coach. On the one aide is tbe ocean made by the Creator, on the other tbe monster hotels "built by man, just now filled to overflowing—the hotels yea, and the man too. And the cottages. Tbey call them cottages, yon know. In the dty tbey would be termed mansions Away up yonder at the end of the beach

J. P. TI TT has removed into the Opera House Block. New Stock Boots & Shoes. Go there for Beliahle Goods & Bargains*

is the steamer Rusland recently wrecked. Think of it!—a voyage of three thousand miles across all that waste of waters only to be broken in two here on tiiis lovely spot like a cockle shell. Between Ocean Avenue and tbe water are tbe bathing bouses. In front of these are hung out to dry in the hot sen every imaginable style of bnth'ng dress, and for a brief hour ladies are allowed to wear something suitable for tbe occasion. It is a noticeable fact that the best formed women select the most abbreviated and closest fitting garments—the better the figure the more Lydia Thornpsonish tbe costume. It is really wonderful that fashion does not compel them to go into tbe water tied up in a bag, or in a long riding dress, which is as safe in one place as another.

Donning a suit I plunged into the breakers, and being a passable swimmer enjoyed a delightful half hour's tussle in the surf. Breasting the waves, allowing tbem to throw me up on the sandy beach, standing only to the knees in water and having to jump up to keep the head above the inrolliug wave, all constitute an invigorating exercise and then the laughter and merriment of a party of a hundred or more bathers is a scene Beldoci enjoyed by a native Hoosier. All dash about in tbe surging waves with a perfect abandon and naturalness, which I cannot but think would be sometimes far more acceptable in tbe drawing room than the stiff fashion of formality prevailing there. Fine manners and fine clothes go together. People in simple and grotesque bathing costumes lay aside dignified sirs and pretentious ways, and, going down into the water behave with all the freedom of a party of frolicsome children and I cannot gee that tbey are any worse for it, either. Old Neptune knows no difference between aristocrat and plebian. Fine manners, pedigree and blue blood have no power to impress him with one, and he tumbles tbe dantiest dame as ruthlessly about in tbe wav.es as he does the humblest maid who is there. Ob, when we shske bands with nature— when we throw ourselves, as it were, upon her loving breast, how all the petty distinctions which separate humanity drop away into nothingness for we are all alike God's children, and the elements, danger and death make equals of us all.

There nre several ways of reaching Coney Island. By boats, by boat and rail combined and by all rail—and it taxes tbe capacities of all these routes to transport tbe throng on Sunday. Just imsgfne a monster German picnic, of fifty or sixty thousand souls, and you have a faint conception of Coney Island on Sunday. It used to be a very dangerous place, infested by gamblers, thieves rough* and disreputable characters. But these objectionable features have been subdued and innocent enjoyment seems to rule. I saw no riotous conduct during my tbreo hours stay. The better class of people go to Coney Island to see tbe sights and look at tbe bathers. Thpy do not bathe. I did not bathe. I aavf the sights and 1 saw tbe bathers. Men and women arrayed in every color of tentastis flannel under heavens girls with hsir down their barks old women with wigs carefully preserved in oil silk covers jolly men with old straw hats and hilarous yeuth going it bare-beaded Here ia tbe place to study human nature, and human anatomy. Woman, who in boors of ease are uncertain, coy, and bard to please, in tbe water, are easy to squeeze. It is pbysi ological fact, strange, but true, that a woman in water is a very different creature from a woman out of water. Out of water it ia a favor to touch a woman's gloved band in the water, (with only one thickness of thin flannel intervening,) she will lie upon both your outstretched bands ana float or you can support her with one hand as tbe lovely creature learns toawim or, finally, un der pretence of helping ber along gener ally, it is perfect aqueous etiquette to grasp ber '•vigorously around tbe neck and body, and thus locked together go floating like gaudy fwbing corks over tbe briny billows: and nothing seems to so please tbe teminine fancy as a lively tussle with tbe opposite sex, in the attempt to duck each others bead under tbe water. To *it sprawling in the sands under a sunshade, making a coquettish display of tbfir neat-fiuing boots is quite the mode with tbe young ladies. Tbey

lb us wstcb the bathers and partake of

Price Five Cents

refreshments, with a wholesome relish. Frequently tbey are startled by some near sighted man, who, in bis abstraction over tbe fair ones in the snrf, tripe over the ^sunshade rooft, and makes a most ungraceful somersault among the sandwiches and gaiter boots.

Turning fioni the beach and looking landwards one finds plsnk walks leading to the refreshment pavilions, some of them monsters in size, with dining rooms capable of seating one thousand people. Here tbe city rich men bring their wives and childran to dine on the broad piazzas in full view of tbe shining sea. Carriages with liveried driveis are perpetually arriving and departing* Free skows are to be seen under almost every pavillion. I could not but imagine that some ship with a big variety show bad been wrecked on tbe beacb, and the company bad distributed themselves among tbe many pavlllions to earn pennies enough to take tbem back to port again. One could pay or not, as be pleased for tbe privilege of seeing a full band of negro minstrels, a Punch and Judy show, or a little man in soiled tights lunch zestily off oi food blazing with kerosene. For a small sum he could test bis luugs or his muscles, or he bad tbe privilege of knocking, with a dozen wooden balls tbe tin head off of a flat-chested Turk. Tbis sport is increased by en occasional deviation from the target and tbe doubling up of some rotund speotator standing conveniently by. It greatly relieves tne monotony of taking off too many Turk's beads, and brings tbe war much nearer home. And all the while tbe foaming lager flows down the thousands of thirsty throat?. But I cannot attempt a description of Coney Island. Transplant such an assemblage and such scenes to tbe'vicinity of Terre Haute and it would seem a very, very wicked place—here it is a pleasure resort.

THK TRIP TO WEST POINT,

up the Hudson, past the palisades, the beautiful country residences, tbe points rich in historic interest, and the wonderful scenery must be omitted from this letter, as I fear tbe reader has heard rath-

er too much from P. S. W.

A ROMANCE OF FORT OEORQE ISLAND. Fort George Island—a winter resort at tbe mouth of St. Jobn'fc river, Florida, which is coming into fashion—is the subject of an enthusiastic writer inScribner for September, who relates tbe following story: YA ^-T

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Isn't Long Branch. It's an entirely different place. Long Branch is south of New York harbor Coney Island is to the north. Both face the broad Atlantic, and both afford excellent surf bathing. People go to Coney Island to bathe. They go also to drink beer, and eat clams and oysters. The consumption of these articles is simply wonderful. Said a friend: "If you want to see Coney Island in all its glory, go on Sunday." went on Sunday. To record this fact may shock some of my good church going friends in tbe Prairie City. But men and women away from home—well, most who have travelled know bow it is themselves. I have even known ministers offon a vacation, who would scarcely be suspicioned of occupying a pulpit nino or ten months in the year. I reasoned that if I wanted to see a ''Coney Island Sunday," I couldn't see it on any other day, and it is a duty of a public journalist to see life in all its phsses. I settled in part with conscience by going in the morning to Grace Episcopal Church, on Broadway, just above Stswsrt's big dry goods house. This I hsd alwavs understood was a very fashionable cburch, but if such is the case faahion was certainly out of town. An audience was gathered, in numbers that would have been discouraging to my next door neighbor the good brother Sterrett.

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The young owner of the island, cultivating hundreds of acres snd raising enormous crops of cotton and sugar, used to build schooners in a shipvard of his own, and imported slaves directly from the Africa* coast, selling to his neighbors sooh as be did not wsnt. He waa unmarried. Perhaps no one of the daughters of tbe neighboring planters could be persuaded to shsre the lonely life which oould hardly have appeared attractive in any woman's eyes perhaps he preferred a life of freedom and inde-

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ndence. However that may have he was in the habit of going occasionally to Africa himself, ana of baying bis slaves from tbe native cbiefta, who disposed in this way of tbeir prisoners of war.

During one of these visits, while engaged in bargaining, he was struck with the grace and beauty of tbe chiefb voung

daughter, a ohild oi

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ten years old. Ho sbi

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to buy ber, but she was a favor-

te child and her father could not with ber. Persussions were for a time unavailing, but at length tho savage father, unable to resist tne glitter of tne white man's geld, agreed to part with his child upon condition that she should be treated with consideration and brought up as becomes a king's daughter. Tbe planter promised, and, strange to say, he kept bis word. She was kindly cared for and well educated, and in course of time became tbe planter's lawful wife. She bad, according to tradition, with tbe exception of a dark skin, none of the usual negro characteristics. Her handsome features were regular, her hair smooth, ber presence dignified and commanding. Her buaband seems never to have regretted his unusual course, and ber influence over her captivated countrymen was unbounded. In addition to ber position and superiorintelligence was the consideration of ner native rank, which to them at least waa a source of unquestioned right.

Tbe establishment was kept up in almost princely style. The sons were sent to Bugland to be educated for lie daughters French and English governesses were procured, snd established Eh separate houses neat the mansion white artlzans of various kinds were constantly employed, making quite a large comhundreds of

munity aside from tbe slaves upon the island. And over all tbis, in berhusband's long and frequent absences, reigned our dusky prlnoess. as absolute In her insuisr domain as her savage father in bis nstive wilds. She had a strong snd powerful mind, and womanly kindness and sympathy as well. One old negro, who dfed seme time since, se old that no one could remember him as other than old, used to tell bow be was brought over when young to this islsnd, where be bad lived ever since, snd bow be snd otbers, sick and exhausted, were ministered to by tbe "missis'" own hsnds, and bow they all loved ber and always prayed, "Lord bless Ma'am Hannah!" Every morning as she stood upon this very ssot tbe field hands passed in review before ber, each gang with Its driver, going to their daily work. She Inspected tbem all, picking out such as were unfit for lsbor and sending tbem to tbe hospital or to lighter tasks and every night in tbe same spot she beard a report of the day, examined into all complaints, and with strict justice adjodgea each offender's punishment and without her order not a lash oould be given.

THE OLD ROAD. [Toledo Blade.] Si-I

There is no royal road to a revival of prosperity. The old, old way which hi marked by economy, self-sacrifice and

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rudence, is tbe only road to wealth, man who teaches otherwise is a deceiver and a fraud.

SHOULD PAY THEIR PORTERS. [Dayton Journal.] Tbe sleeping-car companies ought also to pay tbeir porters a fair compensation, and not gouge pasaenaers an additional quarter for boot blacking.