The Texas Countryman. (Hempstead, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 1, Ed. 1 Wednesday, May 6, 1868 Page: 1 of 4

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* - ■ - . .. ■———
Mnroh Winds.
Listen, Kitty, my darling!
Here tor tOTe fireside bright—
Do you know what the winds are saying.
Abroad in the gusty night;
Moaning under the windows,
I.ike the voice of a ehii I that grieves—
Making the ■•ailes shiver,
And creak : the cottage eaves ?
l.i.«ten, Kitty, my darling!
The winds an- ringing a song
Of i he Spring that u softly stealing
Fren sunnier lands along.
The snowdrops *n.i'e as tbey hear it,
A smile for the Spring's sweet sake;
A ud tli« shy little violets «Hipper:
" We hear! we are broad awake!"
No matter, Kitty, my darling!
Though the March winds drearily blow,
1 am sura that the daisies arestitring
l>own under the sheltering siiuw.
In spite nflhe blustering weather,
'J he rroens is budding again; ,
And the daffodilsMrhisfer together,
And wait for the April rain.
Love's Archery.
One day when Love wasyoungaud strayed
Hesid«a a lippling river;
Hi* how serosa his arm was strung.
Upon bis back bis «jtriver; *
As on be tripped a gentle maid
Came near the little ranger,
I'sit noticed biiu no mere than tho'
To biiu she was a stranger.
Love smiled, and bowed—surprifod said
" Pray fell me, sir, who are you ?
1 doubt if I bsveever known *
And think I never saw you!*'
" Accept,'■ said Love—"sweet uiaid, my
If you have no objection."
"('upid! strange name! I'm sure it has
Kscaped my recollection!"
An old. queer smile tho God of Love
Proceeded then to give her—
And took a golilen arrow out
From others in his'quiver:
Thru drew his bow and cried the while,
(Hi ■ lace suffused with laughter)
He pierced thegeutle maiden's heart—
" We're strangers not hereafter !"
"Over the Stones."
Ia (1m western part of the State of
On we wander, with smiles or sighs,
laughter and tears, in wrinkling eyes,
Aches and pa'ns in unr stiffening knees,
We care uow only for rest and case;
Friends have gone to the distant zon<>.«.
Yet we're still pattering over the stones.
Youth—ha! many are gone since then,
l'ast ami forgotten by augles and men,
Melted to grass, so piale and thin,
With their fellies and faults, and virtue and
Yet áti'l in oar ears sound their friendly
As we go pattering over the stoucs.
The streets arcchanged, and tho houses too,
Forgotten the good that we tried to do;
The sea has some of our friends once dear,
Karth has swallowed the rest we fear;
Acids and aalts have fled troiu their-bonee,
Yet we're atill.patteriBg over the stones.
A Hundred Years to Come.
Who'll inu for gold this crowded street,
- A hundred years to come ?
Who'll tredyon eburahwith willing feet,
A kundrod years to come /
Pale trembling age. ami fiery youth,
And childhood, with his brow*of truth.
The rich and poor, ou land, on sea,
Where will the mighty millions be
A hundred years to come.
We all within onr graves shall sleep,
A hundred years to come;
Jio living son! for us will weep,
A hundred years to come;
Hut other men our land will till.
And others then our streets will fill.
And other words will sing as gay,
And bright the sunshine a* to-day,
A hundred years to conn*.
Never Look Sad.
Never look sad; nothing so bad
As getting familiar with sorrow;
Treat him to-day in a cavalier way,
And he'll seek new quarters to-morrow.
Long you'd not weep, eouhl you but keep.
At the bright side of overv trial,
Fortune you'd find is often kiud
When chilling your hopes witB denial.
Let tho sad day carry away
Its own little burden of sorrow,
Or yon may miss half of the bliss
That comes in the lap of to-me^row.
^ « never know how much we lore,
_ I'Otil we take onr leave—
An aged tree, a lonely flower—
ro things o'er which we grieve—
there ■ a pleasure in the pain
ftot brings us back the past again.
We linger while wc turn away,
v O ctang while we depart;
And memories, unmarked till then.
Coma crowding on the heart.
Lei «hat will lure our onward- «at.
1'ann* ell's a bitter word to «av
Iowa ffari is a ridge of sharp Waffs,
for some distance flank the
river. It aras hen the In-
met la treaty several yean
age, and from the fact a city has
taken Its name—Council Bhrfb.
Among the early settlers of this
section of the country there was a
family by the .name of Denver, con-
sisting of farther and mother, one son
and two daughters, the eldest of
whom "was some sixteen years of
age. She was a lovely young crea-
tura—lovely in hpr innocent good;
nese, and shé was beloved by a y dung
man nartied Edwin Hobart.
Hobart had formud this attach-
ment for the young creature while
she . yet resided in the East, and
when her father removed to the Weft
the young man followed. But he
had never been an especial favorite
of the hither, and now he appeared
to be lasB so than ever.
Mary Denver bad formerly receiv-
ed the addresses of the y«.ung man
with some degree of favor, but she
saw the dislike the fat her entertained
toward the young man, and although
she could not give any reason for it,
she felt that it could not be without
foundation. So she frankly in
formed Hobart that be must cease to
address her until her father should
teel differently in the matter. %
To this Hobart replied :
" Mary, I have lovéd you long and
t nd*ily—even from my earliest re-
collection. 1 have left my home to
follow yon. I have carefully exam-
ined every act of my life, and 1 can-
not find an intentional dishonest one.
Í believe your father's dislike to
myself to be entirely without foun-
dation. But you know your own
feelings. If you will love me and
consent to be mine, your father will
soon learn that he has hated without
a cause. If you reject me, you will
send me upon the world with a frozen
heart; and Gud only knows, in my
impulsiveness. what 1 might do, oi
wLat would become of me."
.' " This sounds something like a
threat," returned the girl, proudly,
and she turned away.
Two nights after tfoe conversation,
the alarm of Indians was given.
Mothers sprang from their conches
and clasped their little ones to their
bosoms in terror. Strong men seize J
their weapons and prepared to de-
fend their homes to the last.
One dwelling was already in
Haines. A tew shots had been heard,
a shriek had arisen upon the still
night air, and then all was still save
the crackling fire. Xo otile* house
was molested, and tho savages ap-
peared to have withdrawn.
In a short time the daylight dawn-
ed, and the neighbors began to as-
semble aiound the destroyed home,
which proved to be that belonging to
Mr. Denver and his family.
A search for the inmates was i\t
once instituted. The mother was'
found horribly mutilated and scaipei1.
The son had died, nobly fighting, as
Ilia wounds attested, and the young
est daughter was mangled iu an
equally horrible manner.
A still fuither search resulted in
tho discovery of Mr. Denve*. He
had been scalped, but was still alive,
aud had crawled into a.ditch for con-
cealment. But he was insensible.
All search for Mary was vain—
slio was nowhere to be found.
Among those present was a young
man who appeared to. be deeply af-
fected by this horrible deed, and lie
even wept. But drying hislears, lie
exclaimed :
"I-must leave tears for women.
.Men must thiuk of-revenge. Where
is Edwin Hobart! "
" He does not appear to be here."
"Nót l-ete! He must be found
at once. He is a young man, like
myself, and must become one of the
leaders in this matter. It shall bit
followed up to the bitter end."
" Hobart was nowhere to be
found ; and Charles Bany, tho weep-
ing man, appeared somewhat uneasy,
Then he hinted his suspicions, aud
at last openly declared that if Ho-
bart did uot soon return, he should
believe that the deed was committed
under his direction, by savages whom
he had employed. Allusion was then
made to the rejection of Hobart by
Marj*, and lie was understood to have
made a terrible threat at the time.
Mr. Denver was now able to speak
a few words. He told them that
«avaga 8 had done the work; but that
he believed them to be headed by a
white man in disguise.
•' Conld that white man liaVQ Vean
Edwin Barry V
Mr. Denver remained silent-for
time. It appeared to bo a difficult
question to answer. But, he finally
" If Hobart had any motive lor
doing this, and I could believe him
capable of eonwakUing so terrible a
deed, I might fix the guilt qpou him,
for certain it is that the white man is
is aud
for I hare slain the breakers of onr
treaty. «
Mary now entered tin circle, and
wan received, with the wannest greet-
ings. But the men asked:
•* Have you killed the white man
with the other inardwfrersl"
There is the pale-fa ceil dog."
The-chief pointed to Barry, who
attempted to escape, but was secured,
and in ten minutes was hanging in
the place ho had prepared for Ho-
The blow was a severe one for all.
Poor Hobart suffered an age of agony
in the few short hours of that night,
and he could not readily recover from
the shock. His heart had been
frogen j but Mary, as íiis wife, warm-
ed it into life-again.
Statistics of the Bible.
The Scriptures have been translat-
ed into 14S languages and dialects,
of which 131 had, prior the formation
of the British aud Foreign Bible
' *• He H the guilty one," said Bar-
ry, "and. by Heavens, he shall suf-
fer ! Ill hunt him to the v%y ends
of the earth, but I will find uiü
faring him hack.
The day passed,and the excitement
in the little settlement increased'. Ho-
bart was still absent. Scrtnts had
been aent out however, in search of
hhn ; and jnst as night was coming
on, he was brought back.
By this time the excitemont liad
readied stieh a high pitch that the in-
furiated people conld hardly be re-
strained from rushing upon him and
tearing him to pieces. But Bai ry
assumed the command, and declared
that everything mart bo done in or-
„ The tifal was a brief one. Ho-
bart could explain his abseuce no
farther than to declare that lie merely
bad been away on a hunt. This was
Just bofore the decision was given,
an Indian came forward and offered
to give in his testimony. Ilv was .
permitted to do so; and he-declared Society, never appeared, and 25 of
that Hobart had tried to hire him, these languages existed without an
some days before, to engage in that alphabet, iu an oral form. Upwards
work, but that he had declined. nt 43,000,000,000 of those copies of
This was enough. The Indian God's works are circulated among
was a drunken, worthless fellow; not less than 600,000,000 ofjpeophr
but his words were believed—more The first dtviwon of the divine or-
especially as the accused had been acles in chapter and verses is attrib-
recently sceiMu earnest conversation üted tó Stephen Langton, Archbishop
with him. Hobart was condemned of Caulurberry, iu the reign of King
to be hanged at midnight. Two John, in the latter part of the twelfth
hour were to elapse before the exe- century, or the beginning of the
cution wab to take place; during thirteenth ceiituiy, divided the Old
this time preparation-for it nm^t be lestament into chapters, as they
ma(]tí stand in our translation. In 1661,
M. of be! -
¡IV. d" *'™nG , -IV entire Bible contain 00 books.
lb.^poral.o^^ ^twl'10 ' M88 c!iap„.rs, 31,185 vorses, 774,-
' I r A 8 , " ¿1*1 1092 word , 3,500.180 Utt.-re. Tho
b«*cn elected upon an opm field. „ , , , T •
. i ,i • : i name ot Jehovah, or .Lord, occurs
Around this, on every side, was . ,,
, . , .... P| , i , ,i 6,.x>5 limes in the Old lestament.
heaped up quautries of brushwood, ,,,. . . . . .
.. 1. 1 J i ,|.t i „ I he shortest verso in the Bible is
forming a cncle. i hese were to be r . . ,... . • .
i-i.! í.i } i, ;i John xi. 35. i he nineteenth chap-
lighted, and the pnsouvr marched to „ . .r
■ P , 1 tor ot the second Kings and Isaiah
11S<°°m- thirty-six are the. same. There is a
1 here was no place "'here Hobart ¡„ t]lc li^1;U v of the University
conld be imprisoned with safety, and of GoMing;on written ou 5,476 palm
so he was firmly bound with .ropes i,,av,.s
and placed prostrate upon the ground. ' A ¿ ■ jotuney was thirty-lhree
In addition to tins, heavy chains and one-filth miles. A Sabbath day's
were placed upon bun, and forked jonrm.y Wi9 «bout an English mile,
limbs cut from trees, the prongs Kzekiel s reed was about eleven feet,
sharpened, and driven down into the nwu.,v A cubU Ls twentv-two inch
earth over his limbs. In this painful, (,g A finger's breadth is
portion the poor accused was kept . toon0 h|ch A s,u.kal of old,
tor two hours, u'i.-.ble to move, bis ^ {)9 A talent of silver was S515.
tace and form flat upon tlio frosty ¡ ,,2 A talpnt ¿f gold was sl3 0Q.
oar I A piece of silver or a penny was 13
The citizens surrounded hitn, ¡ c,,llf8_ A farthing was three cents,
heaping their curses upon him, even i \ gerab was one cent. A mite was
though they felt sure that ho would I one-half cent. A homer coutained
soon pay the penalty of liis crimes
with his lifu.
Everything in readiness, Hobart
was taken to the fatal spot. The
chains clanked fearfully at "every
step, and he Btnggered under their
weight; tul his bearing was that .of
a man resolved to suffer bravely, al-
though iu hiience.
The fatal uoose was placed aronnd
his neck, and then the fires were
lighted. The flames shot uj-, throw
ing tlieir red glare all around. Aud
that scene was a sickly one.
The doomed man stood erect.
His eyes shone like stars as he gazed
upon the burning masses near him
and the an;ry citizens. His face
waB very pal ,, ard wore a deathlv
liue in the light of the blazing log;
hut there were no marks of fear
noon itl
" Have yon anything to say be-
fore you die 1" asked Barry
" Only this,'' replied the doomed
man, firm'y. " If you ever see
Mary alive, tell her I loved her to
the last, and that 1 am iunoceut of
this crime."
" I'p with the Wretch,
" Stay !" Let the white man live!"
exclaimed a commanding voice, aud
a huge lndiau chief leaped within
the circle. „
" What wants the chief ?" asked
Barry, evincing some fear.
" To speak with your people for a
Then turning to them be con-
tinued :
" Yon are children. The guilty
dio not like that man. You should
know thh.."
Heventy-five gallons and five pints.
A hiii was one gallon and two 'piuts.
A firkiu was seven pints. Au omer
was six pints. A cab was three
The commemorative ordinances of
Jews were r Circumcisiou, the seal of
she covenant with Abraham, the
Passover, to commemorate the pro-
tection of the Israelites, when all the
first bora of the Egyptians wire des-
troyed ; thu Fe ist of peatecost.whi ch
was appointed to be held foity days
aftar the Passover, to commemorate
tl e delivery of the law from Mount
Sinai; the Feast of Purim, kept in
memory of the deliverance of the
Jews from the wicked machinations
of Hainan.
In lá'2 it would have cost*a labor-
ing man years to purchase a Bible,
as his pay would be only one and one
half pence per day, while the pric'i
of the Bible was $100.—[Kclley's
W hat's tub Difkkrkxce ?—Ash-
burn. an incendiary Bad i cal emissary,
is killed by parties unknown, and
¡ forthwith a shout of horror is raised
cried ! throughout the North against a "re-
newal of the rebellion," and forty or
fifty thousand dollars reward is offer-
ed for the perpetrators of the act.
Per cintra. James P. Howard, an
ex-Confederate- soldier, is assassin-
ated in cold blood in Alabama, proba-
bly by some Radical villain, and a
simple record of the transaction is all
we hear of it.
And again: A brutal negro as-
saults a highly respectable Georgia
ladv, commits horrible outrages on her
person, foi which an enraged people
condemn him to speedy death, aud all
"Is lie not guilty 1" asked a uun-. the sympathy of the Government is
_.i : expended upon the criminal.
dred voices.
•" Who is the guilty one V
•' listen* for the thief speaks
truly i A dog of a pale face came to
iny warriors. He gave them file-
water and made them mad.- Then
be bribed them to do that deed of
blood, and led th-m on. líe tohl j
Brevet Major Gen. Buchanan, com
matider of the Fifth Military District,
aud Assistant Commissioner for the
Friedmen's Bureau for Louisiana,
iuued an order foibidding agents ot
the Bureau from taking any active
part iu politics, he having received
r¿em that they should kill all in that ¡ information that certain agents were
am but tho pale maiden. She i 30 engaged. It directs that they
Perhaps there is no department of
enterprise whose details are leas un-
derstood by intelligent people than the
"prt preservative'"-—Hie achievement
of types.
Every day, their Hfo long, they are
accustomed to read the newspaper, to
find fault with its statements, its ar-
rangement, its looks; to plume them-
selves upon the discovery of fom •
roguish and acrobatic type, that gets
into a frolic, and stands upon its head;
or of some waste letter or two iu it;
but of the process by which the
newspaper is made, of the myriads
of motions and thousands of pieces
uecesFary to its composition, they
know litt'e and think less.
They imagine I hey discourse of
wonder, indeed, when they speak of
fair white carpet, woven for thought
t walk on—of the. rags that fluttered
upon the back* of the beggar yes-
But there is something more won-
derful si iII. When we look at the
hundred and fifty-two little boxes,
somewhat shaded from the touch of
the fingers, that compose the printer's
"case"—noiseless, excepting the
clicking of the types, as one by one
they take their places in the growing
line—we think we have fouud the
marvel of art.
Wc think how many fancies in
fragments there are in the b ixes, how
many atoms of poetry and excellence
the printer can make here and there,
it he had a little chart to work—how
many facts in a small "handful"—
how much truth in chaos.
Now he picks up the scattered ele-
ments, until he holds in his hand a
stanza of "Gray's Elegy," a monody
of Grimes, "all buttoned up before,"
and now "Paradise Lost." He arrays
a bride in "small caps," and a sonnet
in "nonpareil;" he announces that
the languishing "live," in one sentence
—transposes the characters and de-
plores the days that are few and
"evil," iu the next.
A poor jest tricks its way slowly
into the printer's hand, like a clock]
just running down, aud a strain of
eloquence marches into line letter by
letter. We fancy we can tell the
difference by hearing of tho ear, but
perhaps not. The types that told a
wedding yesterday, announce a buri-
al to-morrow—perhaps the selfsame
They are elements to make r.
world of. These types are a world
with something in it as beautiful as
Spring, as rich as Summer, and as
graud as Autumn flowers that frost
cannot wilt—fruit that shall ripen for
all time.
The newspaper has become the
log-book of the age; it tells at what
rate the world is running; we cannot
find our reckouing without it. True,
the grocer may bundle up a pound of
candies in our last expressed thoughts,
bjit it is only coming to base uses, and
that is done times innumerable. We
console ourselves by thinking that one
can make of that newspaper what lie
cannot make of living oaks-—a bridge
for time; that he can fling it over the
chasm of the dead years, and walk
safely back upon the shadowy sea in-
to the fair Past. The singer shall
not end bis song, nor the true soul be
eloquent no more.
The realm of the press is enchanted
ground. At times the editor has the
happiness of knowing that he has de-
fended the right, exposed the wrong,
protected the weak; that he has given
utterance to a sentiment that lias
made somebody happier, kindled a
smile upon a sad face, or hope in a
heavy heart. He may meet with that
sentiment many years after it may
have lost all charm of paternity, but
he feds affection for it. lie reads it,
as for the first, time, and wonders if
indeed, lie wrote it, for he ha schanged
since then. Perhaps he cou'd not
give utterance to the seutiment now
—perhaps he would not if he could.
It seems like the voice of the former
self calling to its parent, and there is
something mournful in its tone. He
begins to think He remembers why
he* wrote it, where were his readers
then, add whither they have gone;
what he then wan, and liow much he
has cliangi-d. So he muses, until he
finds himself wondering if that
thought of liis will continue to float
after he is dead, and whether he shall
really look on something that will sur-
vive him. And then conies the sweet
consciousness that there is nothing in
the sentence that he could wish un-
writteu—that it is a better part of
him—a shred for a garmeut of immor-
tality he shall leave behind, when lie
joins the "innumerable caravan," and
tiikes bis place in the silent halls of
written expressly for tlx
by A. HEAD.
had refused Ib become his squaw ;
but he would'take tier to the mouu
tains and make her hit slave.
cease at once to meddle in any man-
ner with politics, or forward their res-
ignations, and that any agent failing
« Where the pale maid cried to CTP^ S"8 °lder ** 8Um"
• inoiifU? dtsmtceon
several voices.
I have brought her back. I
cannot give yon back your murdered
! about the sise of Hobart, and his' ones-", but I will give you the dead
■ movements Were much the same." ¡ bodies of those who murdered them,
inarily dismissed.
A lady in Cincinnati recently pre-
sented lnsr husbaud with three boys
at one birth. That man evidently
look* >!p"n the " aonnv " aide ol" lif-.
To remove freckles, take one
pint of benzoin, 1 pint of tiuc-
ture of tolu, J oz. of oil of rosemary,
mix well together; put a teaspoonful
into i gill of water, dip a towel in it
and rub the face night and morning.
Ten thousand children are now be-
ing educated at the ten Roman Lath
olic schools iu Chicago.
City Hotkl, í
(which is in New Orleans; ¿
April 11th. 5
I have joined 'em. I a a K. K.
K. feller. I run I lie risk of
dying wome day, (or night.) but 1
am going to unbosom myself, ^ and
make a public expose oí the K. K.
K's. "Pro bouts puMca.
Once upon a time, when night had
spread her _?able msntilla o'er the
earth, and pinned.H with a moon, 1
went to bed. People oTten.go to bed
at night, with the exception of the
K. K. K'a, who never go to bed and
who never 6leep. They have ears,
biit they see not; they haVe eyes but
they hear not.
The clocks on the cupola of the
"Cresceut" office had tolled forth the
hour of 12 ; the stuffed owl iu the
Crescent City Museum has gone to
roost, the statuo of Henry Clay re-
posed in silence in a perpendicular
posisli, the snaix Cad ceased their
croaking, the frogs their biting, the
mosquitoes had begun humming, and
•'all wont merry as a marriage belle,"
—to her hash !" I was sleeping in
my couch of couches like a Juu« bug
in January, but I did uot snore. 1
never snore. Everybody would do
it, I suppose, if it was fashionable.
But to resumí.
As I said, it was past mid-night,
and I was dreaming of my country
seat, (a stool with legs,) when 1
was startled suddenly by a clammy,
scbrimpy hand upo.i my forward. 1
awoke and rose up in bed to di^covei
a figure clothed in white sittiug on
my bed. He (1 suppose he was a he)
held in his right hand a romau candi
burning blue and iu his left a sky-
rocket; his e) ei w.-re glaring
balls of red firt, and he had 2 horns
in his forliead, besides several in his
month. As I awoke hi waived the
torch three times around bis head
and beckoned, like Hamlet's ghost,
for me to follow him. 1 arose from
my bed and followed—entirely in
white ! He led me through winding
streets, up dark alleys, and finally
brought me to the graveyard. All
this time for a moment lie had not ta-
ken his eyes of fire off of me. Ar-
rived in the center of the grave-
yard, beside an unbu ied skeleton be-
tween two thorn bushes, he shot ofi
his rocket, and glaring upon me.
said :
"Mortuary mortal, I come from tin-
bloody «leu of the bob-tailed scorpi
ons. 1 ain 'fl'e cliiefest among
10,000, aud the 1 altogether lovely.'
Vol' see Li -fore you the specter of the
Great Tribe of the Demoniac Deal hi \
Dragons. 1 am sent to warn, to defy,
to drag you to danger. 3ice the scor-
pion's tongue has hissed; Jico tin
dirge of death is done; 3ice the bloody
grave has gaped ! Behold !"
1 looked, and saw in letters of
-blood upon the skeleton before me, aud
surrounded by letters of fire—
bp* "i am dud!" _^t-1
(Illustrated by coffins and daggers.)
I gazed iu horror, and exclaimed,
in petrified accents, "I believe ye, tny
boy!"' aud fainted.
When I recovered myself (aud iny
wallet) i found that I was transport-
ed to a sub-terranvan dungeon be-
ueatb terra firma. It had all the ap-
pearance of a pbw. that was worse
than The Place, itsdf! There were
blue lights, blue fellers and blue
Even "the lights burned blue."
The 4-going paragraph states that.
Any paragraph going might state tin:
same thing.
Brightly the "taller-dip" candles
shone o'er (through) fare women and
brave men !"
When I had been taken inside this
rf<*fl-geon, 1 felt that I was done ! 1
was introduced to a hard crowd in
hard times. They formed around me,
(the crowd and not the times,) and in
a deep sepulchral tone that shook tin-
cave. said •
"Whence comes this morluary mor-
tal, and is he trooly rural?"
My conductor answered for me, and
siid in tones of thunder (and light
ning) :
"lie can keep a hotel; he can sing
like a martingale, swim like an angel,
gamble on the green, and id lod to the
corps ""
"Let him pass." said the tycoon,
who thought I hadn't a "full hand*''
I passed, and found myself in the
inner chamber, where I saw nothing
but thunder, the yells of demons and
the rattling of chains; I heard noth-
ing but lightning, the flash of gnu-
powder and the last ditch, and I
dreamed the dreams of the d(un)rrary.
A mangled corse stood upon a
pyramid of skiitls, and holding in
his right hand a coffin and in his left
hand a (pristine mau) a coughiu* two,
he exclaimed:
" Mortal—I am the Bloody Butcher
by demons m looked like devils, not
°ue of whom bought their shirts at
Moody's, who shrieked •
"He swears I y the fiery flagon
found in ferocious turnauces furnish-
ed by fellers from Feliciana that he
does not, never did, and never will
again, so help him erl!"
I was then- stabbed by a small
sweit| which was held in the hands
of eveiy demon in j an • ets around
toe, then dragged, boiled iu a cauldron
set upon a hot gridiron, slid down *
gang plank, walked ovar cakes of icn
mutilated in the hair of my bead, and
finaljy tatooed and scalpail:
I waif • dragged through tubular
boilers to the tvue of the. Rogue's
Havch, stripped to the suit of clothes
in which 1 was born, powdered ti
atoms, and told that I had a miss'o i
Co perform to all outside baibarians—
which it was to annihilate every liv-
ing, thing, and to kill every decade*
member of society. 1 act-seed oi.
"Do you .swear I"
" I swear."
I was then clothed with habili-
ments of woe thrust into a den of
worms with only 1 bottle of Mrs.
Winslow'a soothing syrup, and told,
await the action of the impeachment
The prospect for fruit in Texas thin
season is1 excellent. We are past
the season tor frosts—the fruit is now
well formed. The only fear now,
•specially for thAttach, is an over
ciop. This will be true also of tho
grape. The fruit 'must be thinned
out, or the result will be diiniuutive
fruit, of an inferior quality and great
injury to the trees. It is a fact not
generally known that an over crop of
fruit wil' kill the peach tree, and grap:;
vine. This is the rotson why many
thrifty young trees and vines dioaft*'r
i heavy crop. It is uot thy influence
•if the climate, ¿"he reason why
:nore trees die in the South thai i
North, is, that they are much more
likely to have an over crop. Now is
the time to thin out the young fruit.
Da not lot it hang on too long, or thn
whole crop will be injnred. It requires
a considerable moral courage to thin
out sufficiently. To thin out sufli-
ently at first !o >ks like destroying
most of the crop. A sharp pointed
kuife is the best instrument to use in
thinning. Do not thrash them off, it
will injure the trees.—[Texas Farmer.
To discover spurious greenbacks
>r national bank-notes, divide the
last two figures of the. number of the
jill b}* four, and if one remains, the
letter on tho genuine will be A ; if
two remain, it will be B ; if three C ;
and should there be no remainder,
the letter will be D. For exampl ,.
a note is registered 2,461; divide
sixty-one by four and you have on
omaining. According to the rid ,
the letter ou the not« will be A. Iu
case the rule fails be certaiu that lh«
bill is counterfeit.
Geu. Gilluin ignores the gang now
at Little llock, Ark., calling them-
selves the Legislature. He says they
may stay there as long tis the;,
please, provided they keep their
hands ofi' the Treasury and foot ll o r
own bills.
The Secretary of War states that
244,747 white, and nearly 30,000
negro soldiers belonging to the Union
army were killed or died from disease,
¡luring th3 late civil, aud thai
208,000 were wounded and disabled.
A Mi. Mansill, of llock Island, 111.,
has published a pamphlet on " TIih
Age and Life of Our Earth," in which
he predicts the destruction of our1
globe in 64,000,000,00ft of years.*
We breathe freer !
An Irishman, upon seeing a negro
for the first timo said—"Boy, sing u*
a song." Negro—"I can't sing a
$ong, massa." Pat—"Then what the
devil have ye got yer legs set in the
middle of yer foot like a lark, for ?"
The. of soup house
iu Mobile has proven a curse ti
that city. Great, hulking, sleek and
tat negroes draw their rations reg-
ularly every day. nnd refuse indig-
antly to work at all, or iu any
manner. ■
Washington,' April 30.
Indications are that Mr. Davis will
uot be tried next term of Court.
It is stated on public, but doubtful
authoritv, that Grant has advisi d
Schofield to decline lbs War Depart
ineut, and requested the President to
withdraw bis uame.
Ciuciuuatians don't celebrate tin a i-
niversarv of tl e battle of New Ur-
bana. They are to much devoted
to Packen-¡tam—{ Bronhaui Banner.
O Lordy Í
Napoleon has f 1,-500,000 a year
of the Bogus Blunderers of Babylon, pocket money.
Swear to keep our secrets,
As I didn't eare to dye, I s
} Thou I was uototally «unrounded
or dye.'
There are 1,000 N atioual Banks in
NTV iork.

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