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Vernon Clipper 14 Nov 1879

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MEMORIES OF HOME – by Mary E. C. Wyeth, in Christian Union

I float upon the ancient Nile This mystic, dreamful morn, While far-off scenes my thoughts beguile And far-off memories warn. Though mists of years I seem to view Sweet faces lost and gone, And childhood’s loves, so fond and true, Anew upon me dawn.

O lotus blooms of ancient Nile, That late I loved too well, O Afric’s skies that o’er me smile, Broken your magic spell! Now clears the mist before my sight It hangs above the Nile, As visions beautiful and bright My waking soul beguile.

I see a turbid river glide Between its distant shores Bluff-crowned and grim on yonder side. Where swift the current roars, While on the hither bank its flow Farm-sprinkled acres leaves; Ah, me! I hear the plashing low Of Mississippi’s waves.

See the winding road that leads Through farm-dimpled lands Where, scattered o’er the fertile meads, Are sturdy toiling bands; I see the patient cattle browse Along the tree-fringed land’ I hear the cowboy’s call arouse The echoes o’er the plain.

The old log house beneath the hill, The house that once was home, The woods and fields – I see them still, Though far from all I roam. The brook that twinkled through the gloom Above whose pebbly brink Flag lilies nodded fairly when The cattle came to drink.

The upland swell, where sunshine fair Played all the live-long day; Each shadowy dell and dingle where We youngsters used to play The fields a-wave with growing corn And golden bearded grain – I see them all, this dreamful morn, And sighs my heart in pain.

For all of life, in dreamings borne, Dawns on my holden eyes Its truths I love, its falseness scorn, Its memories I prize. And though for aye, by land and sea, In many climes I roam, Naught e’er shall be so dear to me As memories of home.

WEARINESS – by H. W. Longfellow

O, little feet that such long years Must wander on through hopes and tears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load, I, nearer to the wayside inn, Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

O, little hearts, that throb and beat With such impatient feverish beat. Such limitless and strong desires; Mine that so long has glowed and burned, With passions into ashes turned, Now covers and conceals its fires.

THE LADY OF WINDECK – A LEGEND OF THE RHINE Last of the mighty race of Windeck, famed for brave men and lovely women, was Adelheid, heiress of the castle and broad lands that had been owned by her ancestors, and, so far as beauty went, she was worthy of her lineage, but of a proud and haughty temper. So proud was she that among all the nobles of Brigan she could find none whom she thought worthy to call her lord; and year after year passed one, finding her still unwedded, and every year some unfortunate lover or other turned from the castle gates with looks of scorn and words of ridicule. Among those whom she had, after her fashion, first attracted to her by every art, and afterward repelled with bitter derision, was a young man of noble family, but slender fortune, who had long been in her service as page or squire, as the fashion of those days demanded. After years of patient waiting and hope, the youth ventured to declare himself, and was received by the lady with a storm of sarcasm that literally overwhelmed him. Stung to the heart by her hard speeches, and by the sense of his own folly and presumption, which suddenly poured in upon him like a flood, he left his mistress’s presence only to write a word of farewell to his mother, whose only son he was, and whom he tenderly loved, then threw himself into the Rhine. A few days afterward, a woman, maddened with rage and sorrow, a widow whose only son had died a suicide’s death, sought the Lady Adelheid in her castle on the hill, accuse her of being the murderess of her boy, and heaped upon her head the bitterest curses that her outraged mother-heart could devise, or her woman’s tongue utter. “Unloved you shall live,” she cried, “and unregretted die. Even in the grave you shall find no peace; even there my revenge shall follow you, and send you forth to wander, a restless, miserable ghost – restless forever!” “Ah!” cried the Lady Adelheid, with white face and scared eyes, all her haughtiness flown, “do not utter such terrible words! Have you no mercy?” The wretched mother smiled grimly. “Yes, I will have mercy.” she shaid. “Thus shall your spirit wander through these very halls until you find a lover as true, as honest, as pure-hearted, as my poor lost son, willing to woo the phantom for his bride. Then only you shall rest in peace.” Under this curse, says the legend, the Lady of Windeck lived and died. She was the last of her race, and not many years after her death the castle, uninhabited and deserted, fell into ruins. Its new owners had, indeed, made many attempts to inhabit it, but had been absolutely driven out of the place by the unearthly sounds which disturbed the stillness of night, and which scarcely allowed a living soul in the building so mush as to close an eye from midnight to cock-crow. Doors would open and shut mysteriously, footsteps resound through the silent corridors, lights, illumined by no visible hand, suddenly burn in the windows, while over every mirror in the house the shadowy form of a woman, clothed in white, with long black hair hanging below her shoulders, would be seen – would pass – disappearing in one place only to appear the next moment in another. * * * * * * * It happened, however, that one day a young hunter of noble family, a stranger guest in one of the neighboring castles, was led, in the excitement of the chase, up to the very gate of the deserted mansion. The deer which he was pursuing, rushed by him into the very ruins, as though it were taking sanctuary. The young man, by name Kurt von Stein, had heard some curios legends as connected with a ruined castle on the height, and possibly half from curiosity and half because he was not and tired with a day of specially poor sport, he dismounted and led his horse, tires like himself, through the brambles and bushes that had overgrown the ruined gateway, into the grass-grown courtyard. “A curios place, to be sure,” said the young man, seating himself for a moment’s rest on a fallen mass of brickwork overlaid with soft moss, and letting his horse meantime graze at his will from the rank growth of the court-yard. “A very curios place. Looks as if no one had been here for a hundred years. I wonder if this can be the haunted castle my uncle was speaking about only the other night? If so,” he added, “I wish to goodness the spirit-lady would have the hospitality to welcome me to her domains, and offer me a drink of something this hot day.” And he took off his hunting cap to air his heated brow, his thoughts reverted lovingly to a certain glass tankard in his uncle’s house, which, when filled with yellow Strasburg beer, was about as pleasant a sight to Kurt von Stein as the world could well offer. After a while the idea occurred to the young man that as chance had brought him to the castle, he might as well play his respects to the owner of it, whether she were a phantom or not. A turret stair, broken and worn, was close at hand to the spot which he had chosen for a resting place. Twilight was beginning to fall as he reached the castle; now, suddenly, darkness seemed to have come, and as he mounted the winding turret stairs he noticed that lights were already showing through many of the windows of what appeared to be a less ruinous part of the building than that by which he had entered. “That is all right,” said Kurt to himself. “I was wise to try my fortune here. A supper, or even a bed, would not come amiss to me, for I scarcely know how I shall find my way back to my uncle’s house tonight. But at any rate I shall get some directions, and perhaps, if the people are not over hospitable, a guide home.” So saying, he made his way up the staircase, and knocked at a door which was at the top of it. The door opened noiselessly, as though by an unseen hand, and admitted him into a long corridor, lighted, and adorned with white marble statues. From this he passed into a suite of rooms hung with tapestry, and strewn with freshly laid rushes, with a few carved settles and chests for furniture. Still he met no one. Next, he came into a great hall, on the walls of which hung a number of antique portraits, while in the center of the apartment was a table spread as if for supper. “This is very curios,” said Kurt to himself. “Where can the family be gone to? However, one comfort is, they’ve got something to eat. I think I’ll wait here and give them the chance of inviting me.” So saying, he sat quietly down at one end of the table, which was laid for two persons. Scarcely had he done so when the door of the room opened noiselessly, and a lady, young and beautiful, but with a somewhat sad and pale face, entered the room. Kurt rose, and at once began to make apologies for his unwarrantable intrusion. The lady waved a white hand toward him, and bade him be seated. “Say no more,” she said in a sweet sad voice. “I expected you.” There was evidently some mistake here, thought Kurt, but as the mistake seemed to mean a good supper, he was not unwilling to fall into it. He at once took a seat the table, and the lady took hers opposite him. She was certainly very beautiful, he thought, as he looked again at her over the brimming wine-cup. The wine too, was excellent; so was the whole repast – at which the lady waited upon him with her own fair hands – the only peculiarity about it being that neither bread nor salt was to be found on the table, but Kurt von Stein was too much of a gentleman to notice the omission, through he certainly enjoyed his supper the less by reason of their absence. At length the young man ventured to as one or two questions of his kindly hostess. “May I inquire,” he said, “are you, fair lady, the daughter of this house?” “Yes,” was the answer given, as it seemed, sadly and low. “And your parents?” “They are there,” said the lady, pointing to the pictures on the walls. “Do you mean to say that you live in this house alone?” asked Von Stein. “Alone,” returned the lady. “I am the last of my race.” * * * * * ** Who shall say how it came about? The lady was beautiful, the man was young. In such cases love is sometimes found to be a plant that does not take long in the growing. Moreover, Von Stein, though noble, was poor, and the lady the last of her race, the heir of an ancient lineage. Possibly the notion of the inheritance, the lonely girl might bring with her had some part in the sudden passion which filled the young man’s heart. Who can tell? It was not long before he found himself kneeling at her feet and offering the beautiful maiden all that he had to offer -–his devotion and his life. The lady listened silently and with bowed head to his ardent pleading. The she said, looking up, but away from him, and speaking absently: “I have heard those words before.” “But never fromlips so true, so honest, so disinterested,” said the young man, warmly, forgetting in his fascination for the beautiful lady how he had certainly taken her inheritance into account in the first place. The lady sighed and was silent. The she spoke: “If I yield to your wishes, we must be married at once.” “At once!” cried Von Stein, perhaps a little startled. Yet what lover ever found the time between betrothal and marriage too short. “I am ready,” he said, gallantly, “and impatient.” The lady smiled, moved softly away to an old worm-eaten chest which was set against the wall, took from it two rings, and a white veil, and crown of myrtle, which she laid upon her dark flowing hair. Her dress was white. “Come,” she said to her lover, and led the way. A little bewildered, after the fashion of bridegrooms in general, and scarcely knowing whether to be happy or alarmed, the young man followed his bride through, as it seemed to him, miles of dimly lighted vaulted passages, where the damp was trickling down the walls, and where unthought of steps, up and down, were ready at every moment to trip up the unwary passer. The lady, however, seemed to be well acquainted with every turn and twist of the place, and, giving her hand to her lover, she led him on, step by step, until at length they reached a vaulted chamber, which they had no sooner entered than a great iron door shut heavily behind them, with a sound that echoed through every arch of the dimly lighted building. It was the chapel. “Your hand is cold, my love,” said the young man, tenderly, to his bride. “No matter; your has warmth and life enough for both,” returned the lady. Yet the life seemed actually to ebb from the young man’s heart as he observed the stone figure of a Bishop, which was sculptured on a grave-stone in the center of the chapel, gradually rise from its recumbent position and walk up the steps of the altar. The eyes of the Bishop flamed like glow-worms, the candles upon the altar lighted of themselves, and the tones of an organ rolled solemnly through the vaulted building. “Kurt Von Stein, wilt thou take the Lady of Windeck for thy lawful wife?” said the Bishop, in low, sepulchral tones, which sounded as though not he, but some muffled voice a dozen yards away, were speaking. At this moment the whole horror of the scene seemed to break upon the young man. Around him, slowly rising from their graves, he saw the shrouded forms and fleshless faces of the dead, who came as witnesses to the ghostly marriage. Even the face of his bride, as his fascinated eyes fixed upon it, wore the livid hue of death. He turned in an agony to fly from the horrible scene, tried to snatch his hand from the cold, hard grip of the phantom-lady, fell, as he believed, senseless upon the chapel floor – and awoke to find himself, at dawn of day, lying at his full length on the moss grown stone where he had sat to rest the night before, at the castle door, and his horse intent upon an early meal on the rank herbage of the grass-grown court. When he told his tale in the village and at the neighboring castles, no one in the least doubted that he had almost, if not quite, laid the unquiet-spirit of the Lady of Windeck.

THE USE OF ALCOHOIC DRINKS I have already said that, among all civilized nations, wine in some form has for centuries been highly appreciated as a gastronomic accompaniment to food. I can not and do not attempt to deny it this position. Whether such employment of it is advantageous from a dietetic or physiological point of view is altogether another question. I am of opinion that the habitual use of wine, beer, or spirits is a dietetic error, say, for nineteen persons out of twenty. In other words, the great majority of the people, at any age or of either six, will enjoy better health, both of body and mind, and will live longer, without any alcoholic drinks whatever, than with habitual indulgence in their use, even although such use be what is popularly understood as moderate. But I do not aver that any particulars harm results from the habit of now and them enjoying a glass of really fine, pure wine – and, rare as this is, I do not think any other is worth consuming – just as one may occasionally enjoy a particularly choice dish; neither the one nor the other, perjaps, being sufficiently innocuous or digestible for frequent, much less for habitual use. Then I frankly admit that there are some persons – in the aggregate not a few – who may take small quantities of genuine light wine or beer with very little if any appreciable injury. For these persons such drinks may be put in the category of luxuries permissible within certain limits or conditions; and of such luxuries let tobacco-smoking be another example. No one probably is any better for tobacco; and some people are undoubtedly injured by it; while others find it absolutely poisonous, and can not inhale even a small quantity of the smoke without feeling sick or ill. And some few indulge the moderate use of tobacco all their lives without any evil effects, at all events that are perceptible to themselves or to others. Relative to these matters, every man ought to deal carefully and faithfully with himself, watching rigorously the effects of the smallest license on his mental and bodily states, and boldly denying himself the use of a luxurious habit if he finds any signs of harm arising therefrom. And he must perform the difficult task with a profound conviction that his judgment is very prone to bias on the side of indulgence, since the luxurious habit is so agreeable, and to refrain therefrom in relation to himself and to the present opinion of society, so difficult. Be it remarked, however, that the opinion of society is notably and rapidly changing relative to the point in question. – [Sir Henry Thompson, in The Nineteenth Century]

OIL FOR POSTERITY Mr. Henry E. Wrigley, one of the participants in the second geological survey of Pennsylvania, has been contributing to the Engineering and Mining Journal some valuable papers upon the present and future of the Pennsylvania petroleum fields. In these he urges the view that we are supplying ourselves with very cheap oil just now, at the expense of the next generation, and perhaps, if operations continue as they are now doing, at the expense of our generation at a not far distant day. The oil regions are, as he urges, a bank of issue but not of deposit. What we draw out is just so much taken away from a fund which will never be replenished. The natural processes by which the oil was expressed and place dint he subterranean rocks were long ago concluded, and the exhaustion of the raw material forbade their renewal. That the deposits have a limit is of course certain, and that the last barrel of oil within the reach of human ingenuity will some day be pumped out, is equally well assure. The interesting matter is to ascertain what the capacity of the reservoir is. Mr. Wrigley expresses the opinion that at the very furthest there are not more than ninety million barrels of oil remaining;’ and he enters his protest against the over-production which gives to the world its oil at fifty cents a barrel under a system which, in a few years, will leave no oil to be had at any price.

APPLE CUSTARD – Take a half cup of melted butter, two cups sugar, three cups stewed apples, four eggs, whites and yolks separately beaten. Bake in pie-plates in bottom crust.

THE HANDSOMEST FOOT A Sun reporter dropped into a Bleeker Street shoe store on Friday evening, and saw Mr. Charles Wolf, a clerk, selling an exquisite pair of gaiters to a handsome girl. “What is the largest size of gaiters that you ever sold to a lady?” we asked. “The largest was a pair of nines,” Mr. Wolf replied. “Two sisters and very pretty girls they are- live not far from here. One wears eights and the other nines.” “How do their hands compare with their feet?” was the next question. “Their hands looked as though they required a gentleman’s kid glove,” said Mr. Wolf. “But they were faultless in shape, and had the sweetest pink nails that I ever saw on a hand.” He smiled as he again referred to their feet. “The oldest sister,” he continued, “tried hard to squeeze on a pair of eights, but without success. Finally she gave me an order to make a pair of nines, and they really look well on her feet. You wouldn’t think they were nines to look at them.” “Were the girls Americans?” “No,” Mr. Wolf answered. “They are rosy-cheeked Irish girls.” “What is the smallest size of gaiters sold?” we asked. “Number ones,” Mr. Wolf responded. “They were bought by a married lady living in McDougall Street, and they were actually a little too large.” “Do you sell many ones?” “More ones than eights,” said Mr. Wolf. “I have been in the business for fifteen years, and I find that the majoriety of those who wear ones are Southern and Spanish ladies.” “What is the difference between the foot of a Southern lady and the foot of a Yankee woman?” we inquired. “The difference is the same as the difference between the foot of a Southern man and a Yankee.” Mr. Wolf replied. “Southern feet are narrow, and bowed in the middle, giving them a very high instep. The Yankee foot is spread at the toes, and has more surface. You, for instance, have a genuine Yankee foot. The distance form bunion to bunion – beg pardon, from the joint of the bit tow to the joint of the little toe – is much greater than that of a Southern foot. There is much grace about the foot of a Yankee lady, but it lacks the suppleness of a Southern foot. Its merits are its exquisite shape, small heel, and strength. Compare the walk of a Southern woman with a Yankee woman. The Yankee lady has a short, springy step. The little heel first catches the sidewalk, and the gaiters sound like the click of a telegraph instrument. The Southern woman walks languidly, and makes long steps. The feet make the difference. Let a Yankee girl attempt the step of a Southern lady, and she would turn her ankle. There is only one woman in the North whose foot will compare with the Southern foot. “Name her,” said the reporter. “The Jersey woman,” said Mr. Wolf. “The true Jersey woman has a foot on a par with that of a Kentucky belle. I can’t imagine where she gets it, but she has it. One would think that the descendants of the Aquackenonck Dutch ought to have splay feet, but it is not so. “Number of the Aquackenonck Dutch married among the French Huguenot families of Staten Island,” the reporter remarked. “Isn’t it possibly that the mixture of the blood may have something to do with the size of the feet?” “That’s so,” replied Mr. Wolf. “I never thought of that. One thing is certain. I never saw a prettier foot than the foot of the blue-blooded Jersey woman. They would go into a salt cellar. It’s worth a trip to Jersey just to look at the feet of the women.” “How do the feet of the Jersey men compare with them?” “Good Lord!” exclaimed Mr. Wolf. “Don’t talk about it. The real Jersey man has a foot like a griddle. Put a brick in a glove-box, and it would lay clean over the foot of a Jersey man. If there is any one man in this world whose foot is uglier than that of any other man in this world, that man is a Jersey man.” Here a customer entered the story, and Mr. Wolf turned his back upon the reporter and concentrated his powerful mind upon a new subject. – [New York Sun]

ELDER ELLIS, presiding over a camp meeting at Upper Sandusky, Ohio, ordered that there be no smoking on the grounds. A party of roughs persistently enjoyed their tobacco, and Ellis, being both athletic and resolute, went down from the platform and pulled the cigars from their mouths. That night they drove the minister out of town and broke up the camp.

THE NEW ORLEANS Picayune says: It requires a man of good sense to fall in love with a plain woman.

ABOUT INDIAN DOGS Let me give you a recipe for making an Indian dog, such as we found along Grand Traverse Bay: Take an old-fashioned wash-bench from five to eight feet long; saw the legs off to within six or eight inches of the bench; drive a couple of pegs in slanted forwards for ears, another slanted at forty-five degrees for a tail, and you have just such an Indian canine as you see around Torch Lake and New Mission. The very sight of them makes a man shake with laughter, and I really believe they are of more benefit to health-seekers than the much landed bracing atmosphere. When we were in Elk Rapids three days we were joined by Deacon Richmond Smith, of the Cincinnati Gazette, a clergyman from Chicago, a doctor from Louisville and a Judge from Ohio. They were tired of fishing and wanted a change, and we hired a sail-boat and went up the bay to New Mission. Here Indian dogs prevailed till you couldn’t rest. Deacon Smith began laughing while yet a half mile from shore, and the clergyman from Chicago declared that he’d never go to another menagerie which didn’t include a “wash-bench” dog among its natural curiosities. Several Indians came down to meet us and exhibit the sand-cracks in their heels and beg for money and tobacco, and one solemn old veteran with a broken nose soon discovered that we were tickled to death with the odd-shaped dogs. Sending a boy to a hut for a rope, the old man caught a particularly lively “wash-bench” and tied him to a stake on the beach. We were all thinking he meant to kill the canine with a club, when he came forward and explained that were might throw stones at the dog as long as we wanted to for a cent a throw. It was the oddest thing yet encountered, and it drew a full house. “Count me in for fifty throws!” shouted the Judge, as he shed his coat and grabbed for pebbles. “If I can’t knock his blasted head off in ten shots, I’ll make the Gazette a mid-night paper!” chuckled Deacon Smith as he hung his coat on a limb. All of us were eminently satisfied with the low rates and fun ahead except the Chicago preacher. He declared that it was a sin of the biggest sort, and that he wouldn’t stay and see old “wash-bench” keeled over. He withdrew behind the pines, and the four of us stood in a row facing the dog and began business. It wasn’t more than 200 feet to the dog, and each one of us felt certain that we could plump him at every shot. Alas! These Indian dogs are a set of base deceivers! You might as well try to hit a flash of lightning. He sat there on the sand as cool as ice until we had wasted fifteen cents apiece and got his range. Then he got down to business. Such twisting and dodging no man ever saw before. It made no difference to him whether we threw singly or all four at once – he dodged every stone. “Fifty more throws, and two to one that I keel him over!” shouted the Judge, as he tossed the old redskin a second half-dollar. “I accept the amendment and demand a fair show,” added the Deacon, as he fished up a dollar bill from his vest pocket. “Gentlemen,” said the Chicago preacher, from his retreat in the pines, “I protest against this in the name of humanity! Some of you will hit that dog yet!” “Blowed if we don’t!” muttered Deacon Smith, and we got to work again. I believe we cheated that dried-up, smoked faced old Indian out of more than 300 extra shots. We plowed the beach all up behind and around the dog; we threw over him, under him and alongside of him, but we never touched a hair. At last, when the four of us had thrown away about six dollars, the Deacon picked up a club and started for the stake, sayings: “No durned wash-bench of a dog can put up a job on me and live to behold my sorrow!” I think he might possibly have hit the dog with his club, but before he got to the stake the brute slipped the rope and made for the pines. The Chicago preacher was gathering wintergreens up there, and the dog got even with the rest of us by running over him, biting him in the leg, and rolling him down a sand-bluff twenty feet high. We dropped down on the sand to laugh, and the good man must have been offended at our sinful levity. It was all of thirty-six hours before he spoke to one of us again. – [M. Quad, in Detroit Free Press]

THE “FRIENDLY INN” of Philadelphia is the successful effort of two ladies and is a restaurant and lodging house. It supplied 35,000 meals and 10,199 lodgings during the first eight months it was in operation and does an excellent business.


THE VERNON CLIPPER ALEXANDER COBB, Editor and Proprietor ALEX. A. WALL, Publisher $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1879

Two counterfeiters from Alabama and on their way to the Mississippi bottom, were arrested in Aberdeen on last Monday night. They had n their possession when captured about forty dollars of the queer, in halves, quarters and nickels. The coin is said to have been molded, and exhibited very fair work. – [Columbus Index]

The Union Springs Herald gives the particulars of a shocking tragedy which occurred on Sunday last, about 9 miles from that place, on the farm of SCOTT JACKSON. A negro woman had some washing to do a short distance from her house, locked her four little children inside and went to do her work. During her absence the house, by some means not yet known, caught on fire – accidentally as supposed – and with the four helpless children was consumed in the flames. – When the mother returned, she was horrified to behold nothing but a heap of smoldering ruins beneath which were the remains of her children. Two bales of cotton were also consumed by the fire.

The citizens of Atcheson, Kansas, had, on Friday last, a foretaste of what they are to experience many times in the future if the worst class of Southern negroes continue to flock to that territory. They will possibly understand, in some degree, at least, the cause of much that has been heedlessly attributed to our “brutality.” One of the recent importations went into a saloon to get some whiskey, and being already under its influence, it was refused him, and he was ordered out. Going on the pavement in front, he began to talk loud, and to make threats, when a policeman attempted his arrest. He promptly shot the policeman down, who sufficiently recovered to shoot the negro in turn. Both died in a few hours. Had this affair happened in Montgomery, the whole Northern Radical press should have howled over it as a first-class kuklux outrage by the Democratic Party. – [Mont. Adv]

One of the saddest events in the history of Barbour County occurred at the close of the past week. The Eufala News says that MISS MISSOURI CLARK, who is represented to be a partially demented young lady living with her parents ten or twelve miles southwest of Eufala, wandered from home on Saturday last and got lost in the White Oak Creek Swamp, a mile or two from the house. So soon as she was missed, search for her was immediately instituted by the parents and neighbors, but not until Sunday afternoon was she found – prostrate upon the ground and utterly exhausted from her all night’s ramble through the woods and swamp.

The good people of Monroeville are just now rejoicing over the conviction in the Circuit Court recently, of a negro woman who deliberately attempted to murder her infant child. The name of the inhuman mother is MARTHA BAYLES. The evidence, as reported by the Monroe Journal, showed that the cruel woman carried her child to cemetery near Monroeville and deposited it in a grave which had caved in, and then covered the infant over with brush and dirt. Some persons happening to pass along shortly after the infamous deed was done, heard a peculiar noise in the grave, and proceeding to the spot, unearthed the baby and thus saved its life. The brutal mother was convicted and sentenced to two years’ hard labor for the county, with an additional length of time to pay the costs.

BURDETT’S GOOD ADVICE – INTENDED FOR YOUNG MEN WHO ARE AFRAID OF WORKING THEMSELVES TO DEATH [Burlington Hawkeye] And then remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or a pen, w wheelbarrow or a set of books digging dirches or handling a newspaper, ringing an auction bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you will look around you, you will see that the men who are most able to work are the men who work the hardest. Don’t be afraid of killing yourself with overwork, son. It is beyond your power to do that. Men cannot work so hard as that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometimes but it is because they quit work at 6 p.m. and don’t get home till 2 a.m. It’s the intervals that kills, my son. The work gives you an appetite for your meals. It lends solidity to your slumber. It gives you a perfect and graceful appreciation of a holiday. There are young men who do no work, my son – young men who make a living by sucking the end of a cane, whose entire mental development is insufficient to tell them which side of a postage stamp to lick; young men who can tie a necktie in eleven different knots and never lay a wrinkle in it, and then get into a West Hill Street car to go to Chicago; who can spend more money in a day than you can earn in a month, son, and who will go to the Sheriff’s to buy a postal card, and apply at the office of a Street Commission for a marriage license. But the world is not proud of them, son. It doesn’t not know their names, even. It simply speaks of them as old Saonso’s boy’s. Nobody likes them, nobody hates them, the great, busy word does not even know they are there. And at the great day of resurrection, if they do not appear at the sound of the trumpet, and they certainly will not unless somebody tells them what it is for and what to do, I don’t think Gabriel will miss them or notice their absence, and they will not be sent for or disturbed. Things will go on just as well without them. So find out what you want to be and to do, my son, and take off your coat and make a dust in the world. The busier you are the less deviltry you will apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the better satisfied will the world be with you.

MY BIRTHDAY – by REV. R. T. BENTLEY I’ve oft experienced days of care, And days o’er fraught with fears, But none so strangely sad as that, Which pointeth off my years. Though it be sad, I cannot say It is without its weal. For where there is a woe to wound There is a joy to heal. So, then, I feel a mingling up Of hope and vain regret – Hope for future happiness And grief for joys unmet. But as I live and older grow, I see things new and strange; But them all, that strikes me most, Is time’s peculiar change. “Tis that he seems on swifter wings Than at an earlier day; And seems to mark his periods off With less and less delay. At first a week seemed as a month, And month seemed as a year, But now while midst the blooming flowers I feel the winter near. Some greet with joy the balmy spring, Some love the summer flowers, And some rejoice in wintry winds, But give me autumn hours. Five me days of golden leaves The days of joy and mirth, For in those happy days I find The record of my birth.

THE NEW postal card, issued on Monday, is of a very pretty design, and can be sent to all parts of Europe, China, Japan and Brazil. At the top of the card are the words, “Universal Postal Union,” which are repeated in French in smaller type. Then comes the words, “United States of America,” which are also repeated in French. The stamp is a well designed head of liberty, having on each side the figure ‘2’ and the words “U. S. Postal Card.” – [Adv.]

BURY OR BURN! “What shall we do with our dead? “ is a question that has excited no little interest at various times, and may eventually be one of vital importance. Whether we shall bury them, or cremate them, or dispose of them in some other manner, is a query that does not alone assume a sentimental aspect. In the country where there is no lack of space, no trouble is likely to arise. There can always be spared a few acres of ground in every community, set apart and held sacred as the last resting place of departed friends who have paid the last debt of nature, and gone to test the realities of an unknown world. But in the crowded cities the case is widely different. A lot set apart for a cemetery in the infancy of a city, and watched and tended by loving hands, eventually finds itself crowded on all sides by the growing demands of the population. Its sanctity is invaded, its quiet broken, its seclusion gone. Rattling carriages, restless crowds and all the busy hum of industry break in on the holy quintet that once marked it. After a while it will be thought, whether rightly or not, that the health of the city is affected, that the water is polluted, and that the air is tainted by the presence of the silent dead. Noir is this all. The time frequently comes, especially in cities like London and Paris, that all the space in the burying ground has been taken up, and then the same space will be used again. The old grave-digger in the play of Hamlet, unearthing the skull of “Poor Yorick,” did what is constantly being done in those and other cities. The remains of one person is invaded to make room for another, and perhaps the bones of the first are thrown out to bleach in the air, in order than another may find space. This must occur in all growing cities, and the reflection is not a pleasant one. Among the ancients, embalming was a favorite mode of disposing of the dead, and the ancient Egyptian tombs furnish thousands of mummies for curiosities hunters, and it is stated that these old parties are ground up and manufactured into a kind of paint. Now, it might be a kind of melancholy pleasure to know that when we have shuffled off this mortal coil we will be enveloped in fine linen, with costly drugs and spices, and laid away to rest in peace, with the prospect of remaining unchanged for hundreds of years, but then the idea will intrude itself that in a few centuries we may be ground up and serve to paint the yard fence of some Goth of after days. We don’t think there is much consolation in the idea. Among the modern plans for disposing of the dead that of cremation is attracting some attention. T a sensitive person the reflection that after death our bodies will be burnt to ashes may appear terrible. We are wont to think of the quiet cemetery, where the flowers bloom,. and the birds sing, and loving hands tenderly care for our last resting places as being calculated to rob death of some of its horror, but is it really so? Is it really more pleasant to consign a friend or relative to the silent grave, than to have the ashes deposited in an urn, to be preserved and venerated as a household treasure, and regarded as one of the dearest earthly possessions? Looking at it in that light will rob cremation of some of its objectionable features. It looks cruel, because of its novelty. If it should come into general use the apparent want of humanity would vanish, and it would come to be looked on as a matter of course. We are not writing as an advocate of cremation, but speak of it as an event that will be more or less discussed and practiced, whatever opinion some may entertain of it. In large cities, in times of great epidemics, it is more than probable that the practice would work advantageously for the health and well-being of the living, and in this aspect of the case it may grow into something like general use. – [Mont Adv.]

THE MCKENDREE CHURCH, valued at $70,000 and insured for $50,000, was recently burned in Nashville.

STATE NEWS The Cullman Immigrant says: MR. WALDERMAN, son-in-law of MR. J. S. CHANDLER, left last week for regions unknown, leaving his wife and new-born baby behind.

Also: The stable of SAM. HERRING, ESQ, at Falkville, was burned last Tuesday night, with its entire contents, containing all his corn, fodder, hay, saddles, bridles, harness, plows, etc. It is supposed that the stable was set on fire. A reward of one hundred dollars is offered by the good citizens of Falkville for the discovery and apprehension of the person or persons concerned in the burning of the stable, as well as the late burning of the school house.

Athens Post: MR. JOS. A. CLEM, living in Sand Spring neighborhood, raised a pumpkin weighing 102 pounds.

Also: GEORGE GARRISON, son of MAJ. P. G. GARRISON, of our town, and who used to drive a wagon for the lamented JIMMIE CONMAN, is now in the University in Edinburg, Scotland. He went to Texas, made sufficient money and has gone to Scotland, as stated, to educate himself.

The annual meeting of the Alabama State Bar Association will be held in the hall of the House of Representatives at Montgomery, on Thursday, the 4th day of December, 1879, at which time there will be an election of officers for the new year. A full attendance is requested.

The Mobile Register says: W. J. OVERSTREET, who murdered CHARLES WELLS in Clark County last spring, and then absconded, has net with punishment for another terrible crime at the hands of JOSEPH LYNCH. His wife, after Overstreet left Clarke County, came to her relatives, living near Farmersville, Louisiana, where he recently joined her. He pretended to believe she was planning his arrest, and for that reason foully murdered her. After several days search by an aroused people, and much fighting, he was taken and imprisoned. A large number of men took him from jail on the night of October 29th and hung him. His wife was respectfully connected, and leaves four children.

While repairing the track of the Selma and New Orleans road, near the Central Depot, one day last week, the workmen exhumed the bones of a man supposed to have been buried there at the time of the capture of Selma.

On the evening of October 28th, MR. D. E. GALLAHER’S crib was burned, together with all of his corn, fodder, wheat, oats, and molasses, also a new set of buggy harness, and came near loosing his buggy. It is thought that the fire caught from a pipe. It is a pretty heavy loss, and all the community sympathize with UNCLE DAIE – [Jasper Eagle]

The colored people of Montgomery have organized a State Fair Association, with JAMES A SCOTT, the colored editor, as President. We notice from an advertisement in the Mont. Adv. that they will hold a fair at the fair grounds in Montgomery, commencing Nov. 26th.

There is a prominent citizen of Dadeville, Tallapoosa County, who has raised six sons and seven daughters making in all thirteen children, the youngest of whom is 24 years of age. They are all living and scattered from Tennessee to California. The most peculiar feature of the family is that they have never all been at home at the same time.

Four years ago, says the Greenville Advocate, a citizen of Pike County, passed through that place on his way to Texas, with $5,000 in his pocket and his family fully clothed for the winter. Last week that same man passed through Greenville on his way back to his old home, dead broke, and a merchant gave him flour and meat to help him along. Moral: “A rolling stone gathers no moss.”

BURRIS & BRO. No. 49 Main Street Columbus, Miss. We have now in store a full stock of general merchandise which we offer for sale very low, for the cash. Thankful for the liberal patronage heretofore extended to us, we hope by selling our goods much lower than in the past to be able to add largely to our already numerous list of patrons. Call and see our mammoth stock.

SHELL & BURDINE, Wholesale and retail druggist’s, Aberdeen, Mississippi. Are daily receiving at their Drug Store a very large stock of fresh goods of all kinds usually kept in a first class drug house, and will sell at bottom prices, for cash. All we ask is to give us a trial and we guarantee you will not go away dissatisfied for we are determined to sell goods so low that it will astonish you.

JOHN D. MORGAN. Wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, staple and fancy groceries, hardware, wooden ware, willow ware, crockery ware, and tin ware. Boots and shoes, hats and caps. Plantation supplies, etc. would announce to his friends and patrons of Lamar and Fayette Counties, that he has in store, and is daily receiving one of the largest and best selected stocks of goods in the city, and invites everybody to call before buying elsewhere and examine his immense stock. It is no trouble to show goods, and when you look, you will be sure to buy for he keeps none but first class goods, and will not be under sold by any home in the city. Columbus, Miss. July 11th, 1879. J. S. ROBERTSON is with the above house, and would be pleased to serve his many friends at anytime.

DR. J. D. RUSH, with ERVIN AND BILLUPS, successors to M. W. HATCH; dealers in drugs, medicines, whiskey, tobacco, cigars, &c. Corner Main and Market Street. Columbus, Mississippi.

NATHAN BROTHERS dealers in whiskies, brandies, wines, cigars, tobaccos and pipes. Our Motto: Quick Sales and Small Profits. Columbus, Mississippi.

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Knowing the “Local’s” constitutional modesty and that his many anxious friends abroad, would go uninformed of the auspicious pageant foretelling we hope a long sunlit summer of happy fortunes, unless some looker-on recorded it, we take upon ourselves the office of informing al and singular that the lucky ALEX. A. WALL has drawn one of the irchest prizes in the lottery of life in binding himself in the golden chains of wedlock, with one of Alabama’s fairest daughters, MISS AGGIE SUMMERS. Wednesday evening, Nov. 12th, was one long to be remembered in the annuals of Vernon romances. The consummation of the hopes, and the hapy reward of the loyalty and love of manly excellence and womanly loveliness. The day which had wailed itself away in lowering clouds and fitful showers, gave place to the mild radiance of a serence night, while in the azure expanse of the heavens, the stars smiled knindly down upon the “beauty and the chivalry” of Vernon assembled at the Home of MR. A. A. SUMMERS to witness the espousals of the happy pair. At early candle light groups of guests could be seen flitting here and there through the illuminated mansion awaiting with eager expectancy the approaching ceremony. At 8 o’clock the buzz of voices ceased and the groups condensed themselves into a silent mass as the bride and groom were ushered into the parlor. Each attired in simple elegance of costume, each calm and self possessed. The marriage ritual of the Methodist Church was performed by the REV. MR. MILLER in a solemn and impressive manner. Then swelled the `chorus of congratulations. The hearty hand shaking of manly friends. The bubbling mellifluous kisses rained upon the radiant face of the bride by her fair friends while youthful gallants looked on longingly and said mentally while every kiss was delivered: “Oh, that a few could be invested with us, for it is the exercise we are pining for!” For some time the hum of conversation and silvery peals of youthful mirth swelled upon the night, but a hush again fell upon the crowd when the doors of the banqueting hall were thrown open and a display of artistic elegance blazed upon the entranced vision of the beholders! Lucullus or Apicius would have gone into raptures over the scene. The long table groaning beneath the weight of choicest viands, so plentifully yet so tastefully spread demonstrated the magic touches of woman’s beautifying hands. The seductive array of the most elegant and delicious cakes that culinary ingenuity could devise; some gleaming in their snowy coats of icing, some gay in tasteful devices and figures of confectionery, garnished with such domestiables as salads of different varieties, creams, and ambrosia that would have delighted a sociable of Olympian deities formed both a scene of beauty to the aesthetical mind and none of Paradise to the epicure. Above all and greatly enhancing the joy of all, the presiding deities of this festive Elysium shone prominent. The dignified courtesy of the lady hostess, the genial manners of the hose, and the ready wit, engaging manners and sprightly vivacity of their fair daughter, MISS DONNIE, who applied herself to the wants of the guests with the grace and airiness of Hebe herself, will long remembered by those who shared the festivities of that happy night. “But all that is bright must fade.” after a merry round of sprightly games the entertainment closed and as the “state dials pointed to morn” all wended their way homeward, sated and happy souls. - A FRIEND

We are pleased to make the acquaintance of the HON. MAJOR HAS. M. VANHOOSE, of Tuskaloosa, this week. The Major has many warm friends in this section; and, by the way the Major is going to reap a copious share of Congressional voters. We will venture to say, if the ladies are allowed a voice in elections the Major would stand as an aegis in the behalf of Alabama'’ interest at Washington.

Carry your cotton to May & Hamilton. They will give you good weights and furnish good accommodations, and are some of our own folks whose interest are identified with us. Patronize home boys.

J. H. HAMILTON keeps hotel at the POSEY house in Aberdeen, where we would recommend all our friends to call when they want a quiet comfortable place to stay. John is a No. 1, and cannot be beat for cleverness nowhere.

EDDIE MORTON at ROY & BRO., of Aberdeen, is our authorized agent to receive subscriptions and advertising for the CLIPPER, and his receipt will be as good as if done by us.

When we go to Aberdeen be sure and call on BILL HAMILTON at ROY & Bro., where you find him as full of life and accommodation as ever; and when men employ such men as Bill, they are sure of success. By the way, that same house has in their employ that noble young ma, MR. EDDIE MORTON, of this place, who for honesty and integrity you all know stands as high as any young man, any where, and will soon learn business and make a first class salesman.

MARRIED – On Nov. 3, at the residence of MRS. S. R. GARTMAN, MR. B. P. SANDERS and MISS MATILDA A NATIONS, by REV. M. R. SEAY.

Remember when you visit Aberdeen to go to the house of LOUIS ROY and examine his stock. That popular house has a great name for integrity and honesty, and ver used humbug. Every article of dry goods, shoes, and boots, clothing, hats and fancy goods is fresh, and warranted to give satisfaction.

REV. M. R. SEAY will open school on next Monday, at GILLGAL ACADEMY.

The bale of cotton prepared by the patriotic children of GEN. JOSEPH WHEELER, for the benefit of GENERAL HOOD’S orphan children, has been sold for $250.50.

In another column of this week’s issue will be found the advertisement of BUDER BROTHERS, Columbus, Miss., all parties in need of goods in their line would do well to call and examine their stock of jewelry, watches, clocks and silver ware. Their goods are warranted and of superior quality.

We are sorry to learn of the illness of little CHARLIE MORTON, hope he may soon regain his usual health.

By a private letter from our friend WATSON BROWN, we notify his many friends in the county that, he is now engaged in the house of S. HESSLEIN, Staple and Fancy goods, Columbus, Miss. WAT. is a gentleman of much worth; and we are pleased to commend him and his house to the public generally.

R. M. SANDERS, No. 91 Market St. Columbus, Miss., keeps constantly on hand a large stock of stoves, tin-ware, etc. which he will sell cheap. Give him a call when you visit the city.

A young woman had a dream, many years ago, of eight men standing in a row before her, with outstretched hands. She interpreted this to mean that she would have eight husbands. her seventh husband died lately, and, although she is now 84, she is confident that the dream will be fulfilled.

The popular house of LOUIS ROY of Aberdeen, having bought an immense stock of dry goods before the rise in prices, is offering to his numerous friends and customers goods ten percent cheaper than any house in Aberdeen.

NOTICE All persons are hereby notified not to credit my wife, SARAH THOMPSON on my account, or any one else without written order from me, as I will not pay any debt contracted by her from the date, October 31st, 1879. MARVEL THOMPSON

ADMINISTRATOR’S SALE By virtue of an order an decree of the Probate Court of Lamar County, Alabama, I will offer for sale on the premises on the 5th day f December next, the following real estate to wit: NE ¼ of SE ¼ and SE ¼ of NE ¼ and 1 ¼ of NE ¼, Sec 19,. T 15 R 16 West, as the lands belonging to the estate of WILLIAM CORBETT, deceased. Terms of sale one tenth in cash, the remainder on a credit of one two three and four years with equal installments. This 7th day of November, 1879. GEORGE S. EARNEST, County Admr.

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PATENTS. In connection with the Scientific American, Messrs Munn & Co., are Solicitors of American and Foreign Patents, have had 35 years experience, and now have the largest establishment in the world. Patents are obtained on the best terms. A special notice is made in the Scientific American of all Inventions patented through this agency, with the name and residence of the Patentee. By the immense circulation thus given, public attention is directed to the merits of the new patent, and sales or introduction often easily effected. Any persons who has made a new discovery or invention, can ascertain, free of charge, whether a patent can probably be obtained, by writing to Munn & Co. We also send free our Hand book about the Patent Laws, Patents, Caveats, Trade Marks, their costs, and how procured, with hints for procuring advances on inventions. Address for the paper, or concerning patents. Munn & Co., 37 Park Row New York. Branch office, Cor. F & 7th Sts, Washington, D. C.

SHERIFF’S SALE By virtue of a venditioni exponas issued by W. G. MIDDLETON, Clerk of the Circuit Court of Lamar County, I will offer for sale for cash at the Court House door of said county on the 1st day of December next, the following tract of land, to wit: E ½ of SW ¼ and W ¼ of SE ¼ and SE ¼ of SE ¼ Sec. 29, T 13 R 14, levied on as the property of J. F. HAWKINS, and will be sold to satisfy said venditioni exponsas, in favor of G. C. BURNS. Sale within usual hours. This 24th day of October, 1879. D. J. LACY Sheriff, L. C.

ADMINISTRATOR’S SALE Letters of Administration was this day granted to the undersigned, by HON. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate, for Lamar County, on the Estate of WOODY BAILEY, late of said county, deceased. This is to notify all persons holding claims against said estate to present the same properly proven up within the time prescribed by law, or they will be forever bared. All persons indebted to said estate will make payment to me. THOS. W. SPRINGFIELD, Admr.

NOTICE On Tuesday 2nd day of December next, I will sell to the highest bidder 80 acres of land, on the Military Road, Eighteen miles N E of Columbus. There is on the place a roomy dwelling, kitchen and dining room, all framed buildings. Situated on Military road near by the junction of the Jasper and Vernon road. Terms one third cash, the balance one and two years credit. Eighty or two hundred and forty acres more can be purchased privately if desired, on the above named terms. The sale will be on the place at twelve o’clock. There will be no by-bidder, the place will sell. JESSE CALDWELL. Oct. 29, 1879.

TAX NOTICE I will attend at the Precinct in the several beats in this county at the following times for the purpose of collecting the State and County Taxes for the present year, 1879, to wit: TOWN BEAT NOV 1 NOV 19 STRICKLANDS “ “ 3 “ 20 STEINS “ “ 4 “ 21 MILLPORT “ “ 5 “ 22 VAILS “ “ 6 “ 24 TRULL’S “ “ 7 “ 25 WILSONS “ “ 8 “ 26 LAWRENCE’S “ “ 10 DEC. 1 SIZEMORES “ “ 11 “ 2 BROWN’S “ “ 12 “ 3 HENSONS SPRINGS “ “ 13 “ 4 MILLVILLE “ “ 14 “ 5 PINE SPRINGS “ “ 15 “ 6 MOSCOW “ “ 17 “ 8 BETTS “ “ 18 “ 9 The last five days of the year I will be at Vernon. D. J. LACY Sheriff, & T. C. of L. C., Ala.

GEO. W. RUSH with N. GROSS & CO., Columbus, Miss. Wholesale and retail dealers in fancy dress, and staple dry goods & ready made clothing, boots, shoes, hats, notions, etc. Will be glad to see his old friends and all new ones who may be pleased to call upon him. No trouble to show goods, on the contrary, it will be a pleasure, whether you buy or not. Satisfaction guaranteed, as to articles bought and prices. BILL HAMILTON with ROY & BRO., wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, notions, clothing, boots, shoes, hats, &c. Aberdeen, Miss. Highest price paid for cotton.

A WORD TO THE AFFLICTED The most miserable human being in the world is that person suffering with a shaking chill of a burning fever. The joys of life are but a misery to his mind, and he longs for a balm to go restore him to health. The cure is at hand for every sufferer. The greatest of all medicines. Cuban Chill Tonic the Great West Indies Fever and Ague Remedy cures Chills and Fever, billiousness, and liver complaint every time. It blots out disease, carries off malarial poison, and restores the sufferer to health, strength and happiness. Try Cuban Chill Tonic, the Great West Indies Fever and Ague Remedy, if you suffer with chills and fever, and be cured. Take no other medicine. Cuban Chill Tonic will cure you and give you health. Get a bottle from your druggist W. L. MORTON & Bro., and try it.

Parker’s Santonine Worm Lozenges are the best of all worm medicine. Thousands of mothers, all over the land, give their children Parker’s Santonine Worm Lozenges. Try them, at W. L. MORTON & BRO.

As LOUIS ROY is selling more goods than any house in Aberdeen, he can on that account sell ten per cent cheaper than any other house in the place.

ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE OF U. S. MAILS The Columbus Mail by way of Caledonia arrives Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays at 11 o’clock a.m. Leave same days at 1 p.m. FAYETTE MAIL Arrived on Wednesday and Saturday at 12 p.m. and leaves same days at 1 p.m. MOUNT CALM MAIL Leaves Wednesday at 7 a.m. arrives Thursday at 2 p.m. PIKEVILLE MAIL Arrives Fridays at 6 p.m., leaves Saturdays at 6 a.m. SCHEDULE OF MOBILE & OHIO R. R. Train leaves 6:30 am Train arrives 9:30 am Train leaves 3:20 pm Train arrives 6:30 pm Train goes through to Starkville on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Leaves Aberdeen going South at 4 o’clock p.m., returns at 8 p.m. Leaves Aberdeen going North at 7 o’clock a.m., return at 11 o’clock a.m.

MCQUISTON & HEISEN, Cotton Factors and Commission Merchants 96 & 98 Commerce St., Aberdeen, Miss. Farmers will make money by letting MCQUISSTON & HEISEN sell their cotton when they come to the city.

R. A. HONEA & SON, Wholesale and retail dealers in staple and fancy groceries, Aberdeen, Miss. We would respectfully inform our friends, and the public generally, that we are at our old Stand next door to J. W. ECKFORD & Bro. (Old Presbyterian Block) and have in store and will keep constantly on hand a large and well selected stock of staple and fancy groceries. Bagging and ties, corn, oats, wheat bran, &c., which we will sell at rock bottom figures for cash. R. F. RAY, of Detroit, Ala. is salesman.

MEDICAL M. W. MORTON. W. L. MORTON. DR. W. L. MORTON & BRO., Physicians & Surgeons. Vernon, Lamar Co, Ala. Tender their professional services to the citizens of Lamar and adjacent country. Thankful for patronage heretofore extended, we hope to merit a respectable share in the future. Drug Store.

DR. G. C. BURNS, Vernon, Ala. Offers his professional services to the citizens of Vernon and vicinity.

LAMAR DIRECTORY County Court – Meets on the 1st Monday in each month. Probate Court - Meets on 2nd Monday in each month. Commissioner’s Court – Meets on the 2nd Monday in February, April, July, and November.


COUNTY OFFICERS ALEXANDER COBB – Judge of Probate D. J. LACY, Sheriff and Tax Collector W. G. MIDDLETON, Circuit Clerk JAMES M. MORTON, Register in Chancery D. V. LAWRENCE, Treasurer J. E. PENNINGTON, Tax Assessor W. T. MARLER, Coroner


Masonic: Vernon, Lodge No. 389, meets on the 1st Saturday of each month, at 7 p.m.

PROFESSIONAL CARDS. FRANCIS JUSTICE, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Pikeville, Marion Co., Alabama Will practice in all the Courts of the 3rd Judicial District.

SAMUEL J. SHIELDS, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala., Will practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 3rd Judicial District.

JNO. D. MCCLUSKY, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala. Will practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 3rd Judicial Circuit. Special attention given to the collection of claims, and matters of administration.

EARNEST & EARNEST. W. S. EARNEST GEO. S. EARNEST. Attorneys at Law and Solicitors in Chancery, Birmingham & Vernon, Ala. Will practice in the Counties of this Judicial Circuit.

NESMITH & SANFORD. T. B. NESMITH, Vernon, Ala. JOHN B. SANFORD, Fayette C. H. Attorneys at Law. Partners in the Civil practice in the counties of Fayette and Lamar. Will practice separately in the adjoining counties. THOS. B. NESMITH. Solicitor for the 3rd Judicial Circuit. Vernon, Lamar Co., Ala.

ALEXANDER COBB & SON, Dealers in ready made clothing, dress goods, jeans, domestics, calicoes, silks, satins, millinery, embroidery, notice, &c. Hats, caps, boots, shoes, saddles, bridles, leather, &c. Tin, wooden, Hard and glass wares, crockery, &c. Salt, flour, meal, bacon, lard, soda, coffee, molasses, &c. Snuff and tobacco. Irish potatoes. Parties owing us will please come forward and settle up their accounts. Any of our friends who have traded with us liberally in the past can get any of the above mentioned goods at LOW prices for cash. We return thanks to our friends for the liberal patronage they have given us and hope they will continue the same.

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The European beet sugar crop is estimated at 1,610,000 tons, against 1,500,000 tons last year.

COL. EDWIN LAWRENCE DRAKE, who sank the first oil well, is living in a modest home in Pennsylvania. He is disabled by muscular neuralgia, and, as he sits in an invalid’s chair at his doorway, he can see the long tank trains carrying away the product of his discovery. His illness at an unlucky time prevented him from making a fortune; but he has a pension of $1,500 a year from the State.

MAJOR PIERRE CAVAGNARI, the British resident who died in the streets of Cabul, was a Bonaparte through his descent on the maternal side from Lucien, Prince of Canino. The first of the Bonapartes to fall in fight have both met death in the current year, in English uniforms, against savage enemies, and in contests which had not even the dignity of battles.

Suicides in the higher ranks of the German army are becoming painfully frequent, a noble young officer at Potsdam having the other day added his name to the list of those who within the last few months, from stress of circumstances peculiar to their position, have incurred a verdict of felo-de-se. From official statistics just published it appears that the number of suicides in Prussia since 1874 has gone on increasing to an alarming extent. Whereas in that year 2,826 of such cases occurred, the list in 1877 showed a total of 4,330, divided between 3,559 males and 771 females.

It is discretionary with Canadian Judges to order the infliction of the lash for certain offenses. Josiah Doxater was whipped at London, Ontarion, the other day. The stripes were inflicted with the instrument known as the cat-o-nine tails, welded by the arm of an individual described as “a stout expert, who had been a drummer in the Twenty-third British Regulars.” This stalwart whipper seems to have performed his work with a relish; he did not lay it on lightly, as the Sheriffs in little Delaware are said to do. Judging from the proficiency displayed by the drummer in question, it is evident that whipping is far from being an obsolete art in the British army.

According to the Oxford Torchlight, Granville County, North Carolina, once had a modern Samson in the person of a negro named Elijah, owned by CHAS. HENIN. He was six feet four inches high, weighed 230 pounds, and could take up a barrel containing 30 or 40 gallons, stand erect and hold the bung to his mouth and drink out of it. He could throw an ordinary sized anvil 25 yards. He could “pull down” four men with a hand spike at one time. He could shoulder and carry a log that would make 75 to 100 rails. He could lift a three-year old colt over an eight-rail fence. He could jump 16 feet high, and he once killed a deer on Mayfield’s mountain with a rock, overtook and dispatched a black bear in Fort Creek with an ax, caught and ham-strung a ferocious bull, and beat a horse in a two-mile race for $5.

MR. DAVID GILL, the English astronomer, who went in 1877 to the Island of Ascension for the purpose of using the favorable opposition of Mars to ascertain the distance of that planet from the earth, and indirectly the distance of the sun, has informed the Royal Astronomical Society that the reduction of his observations of Mars have been so far completed that he is able to give the resulting solar parallax. He finds this to be 8.078 seconds, which being interpreted on the basis of Col. Clarke’s last determination of the earth’s equatorial semi-diameter, implies that the mean distance of the earth from the sun is 95,101,000 miles. This is a smaller parallax than was generally looked for, though not differing materially from several others which have been worked out recently. Prof. Newcomb’s determination of the parallax was 8.848 seconds; Leverier’s later result was 8.86 seconds.

The Assize Court at Perugia, in Italy has just condemned to death a man named Thomas Longari, who had not only murdered his brother but eaten him. The two brother, Thomas and Sebastian Longari, had been on bad terms for a long time, and on God Friday last Thomas waited for his brother as he returned from mass, and, coming up behind him in a sequestered spot knocked him down with a blow from an ax, and then chopped his head off. Having done this, he belabored the body with his knife, took out the heart, lungs, and other organs, and placed them upon one side with the head, while he cut up the rest of the body in small pieces and concealed it in a ravine. Taking the head and viscera home with him, he pulled out the teeth and eyes from the head, while the intestines he fried and gave to his wife an children to eat. The other pieces of the body were found soon afterward, and the crime was traced home to him. When his house was searched his wife at once guessed what a horrible meal she had eaten, and her husband frankly told the police that it was so, and declared that he would do the same thing over again if he had the chance.

SCIENCE AND PROGRESS The value of the private railways which the Prussian Government has contracted for, or is now negotiating the purchase of, amounts to $375,000,000.

The famous Whitehall gold mine on the narrow-gauge railroad near Fredericksburg, Va., formerly owned by Commodore Stockton, has been purchased by Boston capitalist, and operations will be resumed in October. Some years ago this mine yielded $146,000 in seven months.

George Westinghouse, the inventor of the air-brake, has proposed a new method of lighting railroad cars. This air-brake places a supply of compressed air at disposal; a current of this is passed through carburetters placed under the cars so as to produce an air gas, which is used for lighting the passenger cars.

Swiss colonies at Greenville, S. C. and on Cumberland Mountain, Tenn., have had wonderful success. The latter settled in 1873 and consists of 115 families and about 700 souls who purchased 10,000 acres of land at $1 per acre. Each family finds itself now in a comfortable home with a good income. They have dairy and cheese factories in successful operation, their products finding ready sale at fancy prices.

A novel use for glass has been recently found, and so far it answers well – viz: as sleepers for tramway lines. Soon after De la Bastie introduced his method of toughening glass, Mr. F. Siemens of Dresden commenced a series of researches, which have culminated at present in the production of a very hard glass, which, unlike the material produced by the De la Bastie method, does not fly into a million fragments when broken. The sleepers, which are being tested on the North Metropolitan line at Stratford, are three feet long and four inches wide, by six inches deep, the upper side being shaped to fit the rail. The glass sleepers are not so strong as those cut from sound pine, but they are practically indestructible, and what is more, are cheap.

The British Government’s returns of emigration from the Mersey for the month of July have been issued. They show that 82 vessels sailed, carrying 10,597 passengers, of whom 6,053 were English, 38 Scotch, 1,037 Irish, 3,293 foreigners, and 117 nationality not given. The destinations of the emigrants are thus given: United States 8,478 (of whom 4,580 were English, 22 Scotch, 961 Irish, 2,887 foreign and 28 undefined); British North American, 1,842 (of whom 1,400 were English): Australia, 79; South America, 111; East Indies 42; West Indies, 4; China, 2; and West Coast of Africa, 40. The figures show a decrease, compared with those for June, when 11,541 persons sailed from the Mersey; and these again are less than the figures for May, but the emigration of July, 1879, is greater by 3,937 persons than during July, 1878.

It is known that the Russian and Prussian Governments have adopted a kind of biscuit for horses containing much nutritive matter in small volume. According to La Nature, the biscuits are formed of the meal of oats, peas, and linseed. The various combinations have been studied with care, and a mixture has been obtained such that one kilogramme of it is equivalent to five kilogrammes of oats. It has been found that horses bear fatigue better and are more bigoiro8us when fed with these biscuits than when fed with oats. The biscuits can be threaded together by means of an iron wire; thus a horse may carry its own food for four or five days. During the late war with Turkey, Russia used 20,000,000 of these biscuits, and the results were so good that the authorities have continued their use in time of peace.

The importance of Alaska as gold bearing territory is no longer in question. For many months it has been known that gold existed through portions of the Territory in paying quantities and various explorations for it have been conducted during the Russian occupation of Alaska. Indians from the interior frequently brought to the frontier trading-posts specimens of purse native gold, and explorations since made have resulted in substantiating the opinion that the country was rich in placer mines and probably in quartz veins. The first gold bullion product from Alaska left Sitka a few days since, on the steamer California, for the San Francisco Mint. It is believed to be of excellent quality. Quite an excitement is rife there, in consequence of lively prospects of extensive discoveries of quartz veins, and an extended rush of miners next season is expected to be the result of this first bullion yield. The placer mines are believed to be extraordinarily rich, and certain indications lead to the belief that at an early period gold discoveries will be made in Alaska.

Baltimore proposes to start a beet sugar factory, test crops grown last year polarizing 12 percent of sugar. A body of German manufacturers have offered to come to Baltimore and provide all the capital required for the enterprise, and to bring over machinery of the latest invention. They also agree to bring with them skilled workmen to run the factory. The only stipulation they make is that they shall be guaranteed that 2,000 acres of land or more shall be planted with the sugar beet and sold at $5 per ton.


VIENNA CHOCOLATE – Put into a coffee-pot set in boiling water, one quart of new milk (or a pint each of cream and milk); stir into it three heaping tablespoons of grated chocolate, mixed to a paste with cold milk; let it boil two or three minutes, and serve at once.

BUTTER SCOTCH CANDY – One pound of sugar, one-half pint of water. Boil as hard as possible without graining. When done add half a cup of butter, and lemon juice for flavor, if desired. Turn on a buttered dish, or better, a marble slab, and when partly cool, cut with a knife into small squares, and when cool a slight tap will break them off.

POTATO CAKES – Take potatoes – mashed are best, but boiled ones can be mashed – immediately after dinner, before getting too cold; add about an equal amount of flour and a small piece of butter or lard; rub thoroughly together, roll out and cut as for biscuit – not too thick – and bake in a rather quick oven. When done to a light brown, cut open, butter and eat warm.

ROLLS - Into two quarts of flour, put a piece of butter size of an egg, a little salt, one tablespoonful of white sugar, one pint of milk, scalded, and add while warm; half a cup of yeast, or one small cake. When the sponge is light, mold for fifteen minutes; let it rise again; when light roll out, cut into round cakes; place a piece of butter on top, and fold each over itself when light; bake in a quick oven.

MIXED PICKLES – Take one pound of ginger-root and one-half pound of garlic (both previously salted and dried); two gallons vinegar; one-half ounce turmeric; and one-quarter pound long pepper. Digest together tow or three days near the fire in the stone jar; or gently simmer them in a pipkin or enameled saucepan. Then put in almost any vegetable, except red cabbage and walnuts, all previously salted and dried.

HOMINY MUFFINS – Take two cups of very fine hominy boiled and cold; beat it smooth and stir in three cups of sour milk, half a cup of melted butter, two tablespoonfuls of salt and two tablespoonfuls of white sugar; then add three eggs, well beaten, one teaspoonful of soda dissolved in hot water, and one large cup of flour; bake quickly.

CORN MEAL GEMS – Take two cups of corn meal, two cups of wheat flour, a couple tablespoonfuls molasses, water enough to wet it thoroughly; let it stand over night; in the morning have your gem irons hot; put in a pinch of salt, a small teaspoonful of salertus and a piece of butter as large as a nutmeg; stir well, drop in the gem-irons and bake in a quick oven.

SALMON PIE – Take a can of Oregon salmon; empty it carefully from the can so as not to break it; prepare a crust in a high dish beforehand; take a spoonful of flour, half as much butter, and as much ground mace as will go on a pen-knife, a tablespoonful of salt, and work it well together; thin it with some of the liquor from the fish, add some chopped parsley to it, with a few peppercorns; stew the sauce, stirring it so that it shall be smooth; wen the sauce is done put on the fish; pour the whole carefully into the crust; bake for ten minutes until it is hot enough and serve. Sufficient for four or five people.

MOCK OYSTERS – Take one-half dozen of good-sized cars of corn; put them in cold water, and when it begins to boil set it on the back of the range, and let it simmer for one-half hour. Then put the corn in cold water. When cool, wipe the ears with a dry towel and grate them; then put them through a hair sieve to rid them of the shells of the corn. Have two eggs well beaten, two tablespoonfuls of cream, two of grated crackers, one teaspoonful of salt, one-fourth teaspoonful pepper; beat this all well together. Have a lump of good butter about the size of half an egg; put it in a frying pan. When hot, put the corn mixture in, in tablespoonfuls, allowing space that they do not run together. When they are a nice brown turn them over and fry the other side. It requires about five minutes to cook them. This will make about two dozen oysters, serve them hot.

SWEET PICKLES – A correspondent of the Country Gentleman says: I have been preparing some blackberries for pickling, and as it is our favorite method of preserving this fruit, I will tell how it is done. To nine pounds of fruit add three pounds of sugar, one pint of pure cider vinegar, and spices to suit the taste. I prefer cloves and cinnamon, and shall use four ounces of each for a four-gallon jar of pickles, containing about thirty pounds. Some grind the spices and others break the cinnamon in bits and add it with the cloves, but I dislike to be continually finding sticks in the sauce, and shall sew them firmly into a thin muslin bag, and boil them up with the fruit, allowing them to remain in the jar until emptied. Last year I boiled the vinegar and sugar, and turned it over the berries, poured it off next morning, scaled and returned, and repeated the process again, but as the sauce commence fermenting and had to be scalded over, I shall, this fall, boil up the berries before turning them into the jar. This mode is a good one for sweet apples, crab apples, pears, or green tomatoes. I steam the apples and pears until soft enough to admit a spike of broom corm. Lay carefully in a jar and pour the spiced and sweetened vinegar over them. For crab apples, I prefer whole cloves and broken cinnamon bark, thinking it gives a delightful color to the almost transparent sauce. If sweet apples are pickled, either whole with the stems on, or if larger, peeled and quartered, a few sliced lemons with the pips removed will give them a mild acidity and delightful flavor to the whole.

THE PERUVIAN NATIVES A Bolivian paper has the following account of the council of war held by the Carapucho Indians of Peru, when it was decided to help against the Chilians. “The 20th day of last moon a great assemblage of warriors met under the ancient tamarinds of the hamlet of the terrible Traumaean, Chief of the Carapuchos. There were over 800 warriors, of frightful countenance and sinister mien, whose gestures shoed the joy the prospect of destruction and murder had aroused in their ferocious minds. Traumaean was seated on a rude stool formed of the bones of ten chiefs overcome by him, and under the panoply made by the skulls of 100 warriors whom he had slain with his war-club or saber, and he presided over the hellish assembly like the dark genius of the woods. “Soon the grove thrilled with the terrific howl of “Aoum, Chile – a-um, Chile!” that is, “Death, death to the Chileans!” – bellowed by the 800 throats still reeking with the blood of human victims devoured on the preceding evening. Next day an ambassador clad in feathers left the royal village carrying a communication to the commandant of Fort San Ramon to the following effect, as officially transcribed into Spanish: “Traumaean, the terrible Pajaro purple Lord of the Lightning: Knowing that the Araneanian potbellies have offered to the Chief of Chile 600 lances wherewith to desolate Peru, I place at thy disposal 1,000 Caraucho archers, conquerors of the Cashivos, provided with sharp arrows and heavy macanas, well anointed with tienna and curare, to defeat our people. Whatever enemy escapes our macanas with uncracked skulls shall exhale his last breath by our poisonous arrows, even before death hath seized his body.”

ARSENIC BY THE MILLION POUNDS A paper on “Adulterations” was read at the Saratoga Science Convention by Mr. George T. Angell of Boston. In it he said: “The Michigan State Board of Health has recently published a book containing 75 specimens of these wall papers, and it has been put into every important public library of Michigan. This book advises (1) to use no wallpaper at all. (2) never to use wallpaper without first having it tested for arsenic and (3) if arsenic paper is already on the walls, and can not well be removed, then (as some protection) to cover it with a coat of varnish. There can be no doubt that thousands of people in this country are now suffering, and many have died, from the effects of arsenical wallpaper. The amount of arsenic imported into this country during the year ending June 30, 1875, was 2,327,742 pounds, each pound capable of killing 2,800 adult human beings. It is sold in our market almost as freely as wood and coal. At a wholesale price of from a cent and half to two cents a pound.” Mr. Angell says it is used in wallpaper, wrapping papers for confectionery, children’s kindergarten papers, artificial flowers, tickets, cards, underwear, dress goods, gloves, veils, toy, baby-carriages, and many other articles.

W. H. H. BARTON of Yarmouth, Mass., has invented a machine which he calls a pulse meter, as it is operated by the pulse. This machine, which has taken him four years to make, when placed on the wrist, records the pulse. At every beat a hand advances one degree over a dial, thus recording the number of beats. Another hand sweeps over a graduated scale, which shows the force or intensity of the pulse. More remarkable still, a hammer is made to strike a bell and give forth a clear and distinct sound, thus making the human pulse audible as well as visible.

That Quinine will cure chills and fever is well known. But it is strange that the other febriture principal contained in Peruvian bark are more powerful than Quinine, and do not produce any annoying head symptoms like buzzing in the ears. This fact is proved by Dr. F. Wilhoft’s Anti-Periodic or fever and ague tonic, which is a preparation of Peruvian bark, without quinine, according to the declaration of its proprietors, Wheelock, Finlay, & Co., of New Orleans.

At Middleboro, a large iron manufacturing locality in England, an order has been received from the United States for 60,000 tons of pig-iron.

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Epilepsy or Falling Fits. The following from an article on Falling fits, from the Christian Statesman, may be interesting to the reader: “having very dear friends so troubled with this malady that death is looked for by them almost as an angel of mercy, we set about investigations of a famous cure. From a great number of specific cases examined we select the following, which are only types of many. Once, a son of a Bishop in the Protestant Episcopal Church, who has suffered incalculably from fits or epilepsy has been cured. Another, a prominent Episcopal clergyman in Pennsylvania had been treated by some of the most noted medial men in this country, and in France and Germany, without success. he at last gave up his pulpit in despair. Dr. T. was called on and that rector has been returned to his parish where he is now doing full duty. Still another, a business man of wealth, had become so utterly wrecked in mind as well as body as to have been for a year or so an inmate of an insane asylum. Dr. Turner has been the means of returning him to his family and his business. Some of our friends have since been cured by this physician, and we will send his address to any desiring it. For the same write to A. B. A. Box 1801, Philadelphia, Pa.

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DR. CLARK JOHNSON’S INDIAN BLOOD SYRUP. Cures dyspepsia. Cures liver disease. Laboratory, 77 W. 3d. St., New York City. Late of Jersey City. Cures fever and ague. Cures scrofula and skin disease. Cures biliousness. Cures heart disease. Cures rheumatism and dropsy. Cures nervous debility. Trademark (picture of an Indian). The best remedy known to man! Dr. Clark Johnson having associated himself with Mr. Edwin Eastman, an escaped convict, long a slave to Wakametkla, the medicine man of the Commanches, is now prepared to lend his aid in the introduction of the wonderful remedy of that tribe. The experience of Mr. Eastman being similar to that of Mrs. Chas. Jones and son, of Washington County, Iowa, an account of whose sufferings were thrillingly narrated in the New York Herald of Dec 15, 1878, the facts of which are so widely known, and so nearly parallel, that but little mention of Mr. Eastman’s experiences will be given here. They are, however, published in a neat volume of 300 pages, entitled “Seven and Nine Years Among the Commanches and Apaches: of which mention will be made hereafter. Suffice it to say that for several years Mr. Eastman, while a captive, was compelled to gather the roots, gums, barks, herbs, and berries of which Wakemetkla’s medicine was made, and is still prepared to provide the same materials for the successful introduction of the medicine to the world; and assures the public that the remedy is the same now as when Wakametkla compelled him to make it. (Picture of another Indian) Wakametkla, the Medicine Man. Cures female diseases. Cures dyspepsia. Cures constipation. Cures humors in the blood. Cures coughs and colds. Cures indigestion. Nothing has been added to the medicine and nothing has been taken away. It is without doubt the best purifier of the blood and renewer of the system ever known to man. This syrup possesses varied properties. It acts upon the liver. It acts upon the kidneys. It regulates the Bowels. It purifies the Blood. It quiets the Nervous system. It promotes digestion. It nourishes, strengthens and invigorates. It carries off the old blood and makes new. It opens the pores of the skin, and induces healthy perspiration. It neutralizes the hereditary taint or poison in the blood, which generates Scrofula, Erysipelas and all manner of skin diseases and internal humors. There are no spirits employed in its manufacture, and it can be taken by the most delicate babe, or by the aged and feeble, care only being required in attention to directions. (Picture of another Indian) Edwin Eastman in Indian Costume. A correct likeness of Mr. Edwin Eastman after being branded by the Indians in 1860. Seven and Nine Years among the Commanches and Apaches. A neat volume of 300 pages being a simple statement of the horrible facts connected with the sad massacre of a helpless family and the captivity, tortures and ultimate escape of its two surviving members. For sale by our agenets generally. Price. $1.00. The incidents of the massacre, briefly narrated are distributed by agents, free of charge. Mr. Eastman, being almost constantly at the West, engaged in gathering and curing the materials of which the medicine is composed, the sole business management devolves upon Dr. Johnson, and the remedy has been called, and is known as Dr. Clark Johnson’s Indian Blood Syrup. Price of Large Bottles $1.00 Price of small bottles .50. Read the voluntary testimonials of those who have been cured by the use of Dr. Clark Johnson’s Indian Blood Syrup in you own vicinity. Testimonials of Cures. DYSPEPSIA AND INDIGESTION. Greensburg, St. Helena County, Ia. Dear Sir: This is to certify that after trying various kinds of medicine in vain for dyspepsia and indigestion, I got some of you wonderful Indian Blood Syrup, which I took according to directions and was greatly benefited thereby. It is an excellent remedy. Chas. A. Dyson. A WONDERFUL CURE. Fisherville, Merrimack Co., N. H. May 11, 1879. Dear Sir: - This is to certify that after trying your Indian Blood Syrup for rheumatism, neuralgia and liver complaint, and have never been troubled since. I never knew a well day before I took your medicine. Mrs. H. Knowlton. LIVER COMPLAINT. Brookhaven, Lincoln County, Miss. Dear Sir – This is to certify that I have used some of the Indian Blood Syrup for disease of the liver and have been very much benefited thereby. I can recommend it to all similarly affected. A. O. Cox, Sheriff. FOR BRONCHITIS. Lentzville, Limestone County, Ala. Feb 15, 1879. Dear Sir – My wife has been afflicted for several years with chronic bronchitis, and, after trying all other remedies and finding no relief, I purchased some of your very excellent Indian Blood Syrup, which she used, and, after a fair trial, I have no hesitation in recommending it to the afflicted. Rev. Jesse James. CURES DYSPEPSIA. Piney Grover, Alleghany Co., Md. Jan 24, 1879. Dear Sir: I have been afflicted with dyspepsia for several years, and have tried every kind of medicine, but to no effect. I was induced to try your Indian Blood Syrup and purchased four one-dollar bottles, which entirely cured me. C. Craword. CURES AGUE. Caddo, Choctaw Nation, Ind. Terr, Feb 28, 1879. Dear Sir: This is to certify that your Indian Blood Syrup has cured me of chills, which had been annoying me for a long time. I can cheerfully recommend it to all sufferers with chills and fever. It is the best medicine I ever used, and would not be without it. Mrs. John Blue. CURES RHEUMATISM. Mannington, Marion Co., W. Va., March 4, 1879. Dear Sir: I have been bothered for several years with rheumatism, and was unable to find anything to relieve me, I got some of your Indian Blood Syrup, which relived me wonderfully.

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