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Vernon Clipper 16 Jan 1880

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PAY THE PRINTER When the cold storm howls round the door, And you by the light of taper, Sit cozily by the evening fire, Enjoying the last paper, Just think of him whose work thus helps To wear way the winter, And put this query to yourself – have I payed the printer.

From east to west, from north and south, From lands beyond the water, He weekly brings you lots of news, From every nook and quarter No slave on earth toils more than he, Through summer’s heat and winter How can you for a moment, ten, Neglect to pay the printer?

Your other bills you promptly pay, Wherever you do go, sir’ The butcher for his meat is paid, For sundries is the grocer The tailor and the shoemaker, The hatter and the vinter, All get their pay, then why neglect To settle with the printer?

THE RICH MAN AND TH EBEGGAR A beggar stood at the rich man’s door “I’m homeless and friendless, and faint and poor,” Said the beggar boy, as the tear-drop rolled Down his think cheek, blanched with want and cold. “Oh, give me a crust from your board today, To help the beggar boy on his way?” “Not a crust, not a crust,” the rich man said, “Be off, and work for your bread.”

The rich man went to the parish church His face grew grave as he trod the porch And the thronging poor, and untaught mass, Drew back to let the rich man pass The service began; the clerical hymn Arose and swelled through the long aisles dim Then the rich man knelt, and the words he said Were “Give us this day our daily bread!”


MAUD’S LOVE STORY A long, pleasing July day was come to its sunsetting, and the fervent heat that crowned the sunshiny hours since early morning was giving way to a soft westerly breeze that stirred through the trees, and lifted the short waves of hair off Maud Templeton’s sweet, upturned face as she turned and looked wistfully, thoughtfully in Neal Howard’s eyes, that were holding an expression of half-frowning half-appealing displeasure. “I would not have believed it of you, Maud. I have been so happy, so perfectly content and rested in your love for me! I have been so impatient for the time when our engagement should terminate in marriage. And here, now, you coolly, calmly tell me that unless I have better prospects that you think it prudent to indefinitely prolong our engagement.” He spoke sternly, eagerly, and he bent his handsome head toward her in a way he had of doing whenever he was especially in earnest. She listened, her sweet, grave eyes looking at him patiently. “You would see I am right, if you only would see, Neal. As it is, you only make enough to take care yourself. Then how would it be if you were saddled with the extra expense of a wife? As we are, I am well enough cared for, and we can be very happy as lovers – only until I can see my way clear to come to you, dear. Do you understand? Such a loving, appealing look as she gave him! But he cu rled his lips haughtily. “Do I understand? Perfectly! Poor people have not right to be happy, and you don’t care much for a poor husband!” “Oh, Neal! Don’t be so harsh! You know – you know I love you! And no other one in all this world, rich or poor, will ever hear me tell him so!” He was sufficiently convinced by her argument to be angry at its correctness, so he shrugged his shoulder, as if in sarcastic unbelief. “You prove your words accurately. Women who love generally desire not to prolong their engagement. Or perhaps you have some practical suggestion to offer.” A little faint, depreciating blush bloomed on Maud’s cheeks. “I did mean to tell you of a chance for you, Neal; but you are so sarcastic and – cross.” “Not at all! Cannot a fellow ever be in earnest? What is it, Maud?” She sent a shy, anxious glance at his face. “It is the foremanship in the Manhattan mills, Neal, and the salary – “ Mr. Neal Howard’s eyes flashed out his disdain, and he compressed his handsome lips a second, then interrupted her. “You seem to forget that I at least lay claim to the position of a gentleman, Maud! A foreman in a factory? Thank you! I prefer my present position as a tutor, even at the risk of your displeasure.” She colored deeply. And yet the look she gave him was eloquent with love and womanly sweetness. “I want you to do just as you think best, Neal. I only mean that I think a man is bound to do the very best he can for himself.” “So he is; but not at the sacrifice of his self-respect. A foreman in a factory! Maud, I’m astonished.” “Very well, then, dear. Consider I have said nothing to annoy t o you. As I said at the beginning, I will patiently, cheerfully wait until – “ He interrupted her hotly. “There shall be no waiting! You do not love me. You mean to rid yourself of me as gracefully as only a woman can do. You are free – you will not be annoyed by having to wait for me!” And he plunged away into the little woody dell near where they stood, and his quick, angry footsteps went crashing through underbrush and over twigs, as Maud stood where he had left her, her face pale and dazed, then pitifully flushing s the hot tears rushed to her eyes. “He is angry with me, and I meant so well! He will come back – I know he will come back, when his anger cools, and admit that I was right, or at least innocent of offense.” And she went slowly back to the farmhouse, the scarlet stain fading from her face. “Mr. Courtenay” Neal Howard uttered the name in a surprised sort of way, as, leaping over a thick, low hedge, he came upon Fred Courtenay and his sketching paraphernalia under the shade of a tree. The handsome young artist lifted a pair of black eyes that were just a little deprecating in their smiling expression. “I’m sorry to have been so stupidly near at hand, Howard. But what could I do? I’m sorry, ‘pon my word, that I was an eavesdropper, and yet, Howard –“ Mr. Courtenay hesitated and looked thoughtful. Neil frowned. He wasn’t pleased to know that this stylish city gentleman was a perforce confident of his and Maud’s a little lover’s tiff. “I tell you what I was thinking – what struck me when I heard you speak. Let me do you a favor, to atone, if I can, for being a third party to your little conference.” Howard’s face was not cleared even as he intimated his willingness to know what the “favor” was that Ferdiand Courtenay could do him. “From what I heard, Howard, I take it that you would not refuse a chance – a fair good chance – to make a nice little pile of money. I can give you a chance. I would be glad to give you a position that has been offered to me, and now open waiting my answer, which, however, must be at once.” He was evidently in simple earnest, and Howard was suddenly interested. “Give me a chance, Courtenay! I’d go to Nova Zemba if I could come home rich.” Courtenay smiled as he took a letter from his pocket. “It’s almost as bad as going to Nova Zembla. In fact, is quite as far in an opposite direction, further possibly. But there’s a good chance to make money, as the firm who have written this letter specifically say. They offer a position in South Africa, at Port Elizabeth – quite a civilized place – to look after their interests there – dealers and importers of ostrich feathers – a big salary and a commission.” Why don’t you accept the offer? Would you not like to make your fortune?” Courtenay laughed. “I don’t care to go so far south. I am not enough of a salamander. Besides, I am in a fair way to do better at home with my pictures.” Howard frowned, puzzled and thoughtful. “And you actually give me the chance? Will the firm take me in your stead?” “There’s not a doubt of it, if I recommend you. Will you accept? There’s not enough time to do more than to decide. The ship sails tonight at eleven o’clock from New York, and you’ve only time to pack a trunk and catch a train to the city.” Howard’s face suddenly flushed excitedly. “Yes, I’ll do it! Write me the necessary introduction, and I will write a line of explanation and farewell to Maude Templeton, for you to kindly deliver after I’m off. I’ll be ready in no time, and Courtenay, I thank you most heartily for your kindness.” He shook the artist’s aristocractic white hand eagerly. “All right old fellow! Come back rich and be happy ever after. Write your note, and I’ll write to Finch & Wing by you.” So, all on the hot impulse of the moment, Neal Howard went abroad, leaving a letter, half pound, and with a pathetic undertone of love in every word, for the one girl he really and truly cared for above all the world. For Ferdinand Courtenay to deliver. And while Neal Howard was walking the deck of the ship at midnight, and Maud Templeton was sleeping and dreaming of the morrow, when her lover would come back to her, Mr. Courtenay was laying on his lounge in the moonlight, with the ashes of Neal Howard’s farewell to Maul on the empty hearth. “And now I shall have everything my own way. Fair Maud will be comforted in due season for what she shall believe in her lover’s defection, and I will be the comforter. If it doesn’t end as I prophesy – in Maud’s marrying me – then I am not so shrewd as I flatter myself I am. Port Elizabeth! Whew! Well, he’s welcome to all he can make, for me. I prefer the beautiful Maud and a temperate zone.” A year had gone by, and away off, down by the Cape of Good Hoe, Neal Howard was wondering what in the world was the reason he had never received an answer from Maud to the little farewell letter he left for Mr. Courtenay to deliver. He had found his position not an unpleasant one, and the climate did not especially disagree with him. His surroundings were very delightful, his business hours short, and he found himself making money by the handful; and if only Maud had answered his letter he would have been almost perfectly content. But Maud did not answer his letter, for the every good reason that she never received it. And in the weeks that followed her recreant lover’s departure, Mr. Courtenay was her comforter, because to him only Neal had confided his intentions. And Ferinand Courtenay made the most of his opportunity – so much that people round about nodded their wise heads, and said that Maud was readily consoled for Neal’s defection. Of course, among the occasional letters that friends sent to Africa, the news was more than once mentioned that Maud and Mr. Courtenay were on the most intimate terms, and Neal’s mother, in one letter, actually announce d the gossip of their engagement. Ferdinand Courtenay proposed to Maud and was promptly rejected, and he went away, disgusted and disappointed and chagrined at his ill-luck. While Maud, whose hopes were gradually dying, whose spirits were slowly leaving her – and leaving her depressed and silent – went on her lonely way, patiently as she might for the never-ceasing pain at her true, loving, wounded heart. Out at Port Elizabeth, Neal Howard was leading his lonely, unloved life, trying to put the sweet memories out of his head and heart, after he had written almost savagely to those who had volunteered their information of Maud, never to mention her name or Courtenay’s again. And so, widely divided, these two lived another, year and another, he imagining Maud’s happiness as the wife – doubtless long ago – of the man she loved. And Maude feeling sure that Neal had found his happiness in the distant country to which he had gone. Until one day – one perfect October day – Maud had gone out for a little walk, the way she always went, because it was the way Neal and she had been accustomed to go. It lead past the village post-office, where for may weary times, whenever the papers announced the arrival of the foreign mails, Maude had asked if there was anything for her, until her sweet, pale tired face had made the post-mistress heart ache and tears come to her eyes. Today Maude was in no mood to inquire. Why should she have been, when for months and months she had been slowly learning her lesson? And so she was walking past, when, like an inspiration, it came to her that she would inquire just this once more – just this once, because such a swift strange yearning had come over her. And so she lifter her lovely, pale face to Mrs. Morrison, standing inside her office window. “I dare say I am very foolish, but perhaps there is something for me after all?” And, instead of the grave, pitiful shake of Mrs. Morrison’s white-capped head and the gentle, sympathetic, “No dear, not this time,” Maud’s heart stood still in almost suffocating emotion to see a smile broaden on the kind old face. “Well. Maude, I shouldn’t wonder if there was something at last. What’d you say to the biggest letter from foreign parts that ever come through this office, eh? Come in back, dear, and get it!” To her dying day, Maud will remember just how she felt as Mrs. Morrison spoke. Then she managed to force her trembling limbs to carry her into the little back office, and there – Neal Howard sprang to meet her and catch her in his arms, and kiss her over and over, and explain in eager, passionate words, what a terrible mistake there had been. Isn’t the story told?

THE DARK CONTINENT – [Toledo Blade] Africa, from being an unknown land full of dark, impenetrable mysteries, a land whose glory lay entirely in the past, whose wonderful pyramids, which spoke so eloquently of a race gone forever, constituted its chief interest in the eyes of the world, is fast becoming of great commercial importance. The travelers who have of late years penetrated Central Africa, have found it a region of great wealth, with a vast population of from 200,000,000 to 400,000,000. Th climate of the high regions is healthy, very different from what has been imagined in the past, when the only idea had was that obtained from the low, marshy lands upon the seacoast. The soil is adapted for the cultivation of most of the useful plants grown in the southern part of our own country. Th mineral wealth is great, but it needs intelligent development by means of men and machinery, such as are employed in other and better know regions. England has become thoroughly awake to the advantages of obtaining a foothold and influence among the people of Africa, uncivilized as they are. In her present depressed financial condition, it is absolutely necessary that she should find new lands to conquer in trade and her is her golden opportunity. Already her steamers are plying upon the Zambezi, and she contemplates placing them upon the Niger. The plan of building a railway five hundred miles long from the seacoast to the interior costing $50,000,000 is under consideration in London, and is mots favorably regarded. It is the hope of Great Britain that the future development of this vast country, now so rapidly becoming known by the push and courage of different explorers – and the consequent civilization of this people, will open and maintain vast commercial interests that will restore the manufacturing prosperity of England, and give her again that pre-eminence of which she has so long proudly boasted.

CUTHBERT COUNTY, GA., boasts of a beautiful cave with several large chambers abounding in brilliant stalactites and a stream of crystal water flowing through it. By candle-light the resemblance of its vast chambers, with their hundreds of stalactites, to a gigantic forest of oak and cedar trees, interspersed with labyrinthine walks, renders the place at once dazzling and beautiful.

“IS LIFE WORTH LIVING?” – [J. G. HOLLAND in Scribner for November] Mr. Curtis once asked Mr. Greeley, in response to a similar question put to him by the great editor, “How do you know, Mr. Greeley, when you have succeeded in a public address?” Mr. Greeley, not averse to the perpetration of a joke at his own expense, replied: “When more stay in than go out.” Mr. Mallock’s famous question, answered by himself in a weak way, and repeated by Professor Mivart, and answered in a stronger way, is practically voted on every day, but the entire human race and decided in the affirmative. “More say in than go out,” for reasons very much less important than those considered by Mr. Mallock and Professor Mivart. There are great multitudes of men who possess neither of life nor love, who yet live out their lives – men who are open to no high considerations, such as would have weight with the Mallocks and Mivarts. There is a great pleasure in conscious being. So universal is this that, when a man occasionally takes his life, it is considered by those whom he leaves behind him as presumptive proof that he is insane. We say of a man who designedly ends his life that he is not in his right mind. On e of the most pathetic things about death is the bidding goodbye to a body that has been the nursery and home of the spirit which it has charmed through the ministry of so many senses. Men find their pay for living in various ways. Hope may lie to them, but they always believe her, nevertheless. The better things to come of which she tells all men, become indeed, the substance of the things desired; that is, expectation is a constant joy and inspiration. The pay for this day’s trouble and toil is in the reward which is expected tomorrow. That reward may never come, but the hope remains. And so long as that lives, it pays to live. It pays some men to live, that they may make money, and command the power that money brings. To what enormous toils and sacrifices the love of money urge a great multitude of men! The judgement of these men as to whether life is worth living is not to be taken at life’s close, when they sum up their possessions and what they have cost, but while they are living and acting. A man whose life is exhausted may well conclude that that what he has won is vanity. But it was not vanity to him while he was winning it, and in the full possession of his powers, he believed that life was worth living. **** If this be true – that character and duty and love are better than any success without them – then there is not needs to say that life is not worth living. But the people who do not succeed, who are unloved who live lives of pain and want and weakness –what is there for these? A chance for conscious nobility of character and life. And if this be not enough, as it rarely is, a faith, not in a great church, but in a good God, and an immortality that will right the wrongs and heal the evils of the present life, and round into completeness and symmetry it imperfections and deformities. It is not foolish, after all, to raise the question of successor failure in treating a life that is only germinal or fractional.

MECHANICAL CHESS PLAYERS Mr. RICHARD A PROCTOR contributes an interesting article to the Belgravia Magazine on mechanical players. He denies the possibility, on scientific principles, of constructing an automation capable of making the complicated moves required in a game of chess. It is mechanically possible, humanly impossible. No man’s life is long enough to adapt the machinery to the innumerable variations required. He proves conclusively, we imagine, for most readers, that the famous automation of De Kempeleu, which attracted so much attention in this country under M. Maelzel, contained a living player. One amusing proof which he gives we have never seen on record before. A conjuror had been performing his tricks in a German town with great success and profit to his purse, when the arrival of the automaton drew off his audience to a more powerful attraction. He went to witness the performance of his rivals, and was satisfied for his own methods of working that the chest of the automaton concealed a cunning conjuror. A simple test was suggested to his shrewdness, and at once applied, with success. He raised the cry of fire, which was caught up by one or two of his comrades in the secret. The alarmed spectators began to scatter, and curiously enough the automaton shared the alarm, and began to move convulsively, tottering about as if mad. The conjuror was avenged. Mr. Proctor censures sharply the deceptions of Kempeleu and Maelzel, and commends the frankness of the inventor of Mephisto, another mechanical player, now exhibiting in Europe. This inventor makes no claim that his machine works automatically. He confesses that its movements are guided by human brains and hands, but the method of action is as mysterious as in the old automation, for the new is too small to hold a living man.

TWO GRAMMARIANS WERE wrangling the other day, one contending that it was only proper to say, “My wages is high,” while the other nosily insisted that the correct thing was, “My wages are high.” Finally they stopped a day laborer and submitted the question to him. “Which do you say, “Your wages is high,” or “Your wates are high?” “Oh, off wid yer nonsense,” he said, resuming his pick. “Yer naythur ov ye right – me wages is low, bad luck to it.”

ALEUT MARRIGE CUSTOMS – [Alaska Letter in N. Y. Herald] Two couples were made happy. The grooms came down from St. Paul’s Island on the steamer with the intention of marrying somebody or other. They seemed indifferent as to who their wives were to be, and expressed their content to wait until some elderly matchmaking dame of the village picked out brides for them. The rule being, under the Russian Church system, to extend the forbidden degrees of kindred very far in the direction of cousinship, and as the people of this place seem to be closely related to those of the neighboring settlements, it is difficult sometimes for a young man aspiring to matrimony to find a woman not in some distant way related to him. The services of some old lady who keeps the run of relationships are called in, and she selects an eligible candidate for better-halfship out of the number of disposable females in the village. The man rarely object sot the selection thus made, and, as in this case, does not know who his wife is to be until he meets her at the altar. “Who are you going to marry?” we ask the prospective husband. “I don’t know,” he replies. “I have not seen the woman yet.” This happy-go-lucky style of marrying is the rule among these people, and I am informed that divorce lawyers have no field here at all because of dissatisfaction arising regarding the bargains made. The ceremony was according to the Russian Greek ritual. Candles and crown were used. The ceremony was long, but as the interested couples did not appear to be out of humor with it we had no right to object. Later in the evening Dr. Ambler and I took a walk along the beach and met one of the couples enjoying a honeymoon walk under the light of the setting sun. We saluted them cordially. The man looked sheepish enough, but the bride smirked as much as the circumstances warranted.

UNTIMELY PEOPLE – [Burlington Hawkeye] Yesterday morning I saw a man go out of a car, and shut the door after him. I have traveled very constantly for nearly three years, and this was the first man I ever saw shut the door after him as he went out. He only shut it because I was right behind him, trying to get out, with a valise in each hand. When I sat down my valise to open the door, I made a few remarks on the general subject of people who would get up in the night to do the wrong thing at the wrong time; but the man was out on the platform and failed to catch the drift of my remark. I was not sorry for this, because the other passengers seemed to enjoy it quite as well by themselves, and the man who called forth this impromptu address was a forbidding looking man, as big as a hay wagon, and looked as though he would have banged me through the side of a box-car if he had heard what I said. I suppose the people who invariably do the wrong things at the wrong time are necessary, but they are awfully unpleasant.

PRACTICAL COMMUNISM It is related of Mr. JOHN JACOB ASTOR that in his palmiest days a man called upon him, armed with a revolver. “I am a French Communist,” said he; “I believe in a distribution of property, and I want some of your money or your life. I believe money should be equally divided.” “So do I,” said Mr. Astor. “You are said to be worth ten million dollars,” said the man. “Well, I suppose that is about the sum,” said Mr. Astor. “Now, how many people are there in the United States?” “About ten millions, I believe,” said the communist. “Now, how much would that be each? About one dollar?” asked Mr. Astor. “Yes, about,” said the Communist. “There’s your dollar,” said Astor, laying down a bill.

IMPRESSING A DELICATE FACT Self-repression is one among the many difficult lessons that one can not begin to learn too soon, and which yet must be learned in such delicate portions as not to destroy individuality. Those children who are cruelly and entirely repressed find themselves as good as ruined for all purposes requiring genial and active energy or alert personality, but those who are never at all repressed are like vicious weds whose rank growth overtops, chokes out and suffocates everything else. But it is lonely by kindly but firm, if very small effort, at the first, and constantly repeated to the end, that we keep ourselves in condition that we are able to discover that we are not of such interest to anybody else as we are to ourselves; that, in reality, nobody but the census taker cares whether we love blue or not; that while we are painting the portrait of our qualities, the listener is either amused or bored; and that, after all, as vagueness, mist and distance magnify natural objects, so the less we say of ourselves in especial, the larger we loom upon the admirer.

POOR PAY OF EMINENT AUTHORS The pioneers of American literature were not too liberally rewarded. Edward and Alexander Everett, Bancroft and other leading writers of their day received but one dollar a printed page for their contributions to the North American Review. But then, Milton sold “Paradise Lost” at even a less rate. But again Shakespeare went in for loot as well as laurels, and although we almost deify him, we think none the less of him for not affecting to despise money.

CLIPPED PARAGRAPHS There are 30,000 deaf mutes in the United States, and fifty places of worship where services are conducted in the sign language.

One man asked another why his beard was so brown and his hair so white. “Because,” he replied, “one is twenty years younger than the other.”

The head of the rattlesnake has been known to inflict a mortal wound after being separated from the body. The head of a turtle will inflict a severe bite under the same circumstances.

Russia has more sheep than any other country in Europe, but of late the number has declined, as more land is being put under grain crops, and hence a decline in wool export.

Married persons in France are not so often criminals as are unmarried persons. Out of every 100,000 unmarried persons 33 are criminals, but out of every 100,000 married persons only 11 are criminals.

It cost an Ishpeming man $800 to kiss a woman on the streets recently. –[Exchange]. Served him right, too! Here in Catskill the kissing in done smack on the lips, and all pecuniary consequences are avoided. – [Catskill Recorder]

No mother wearing banged hair should preserve her photographs. Twenty years from now if her son should get hold of one he would exclaim: “Oh! Why did they put my mother in the House of Correction!” – [Detroit Free Press]

Indian uprisings are not always unpleasant to Western settlers. A redskin with a hemp knot around his throat, ascending skywards on a rope thrown over the limb of a tree, the end of which is being pulled by strong arms, is the sort of an Indian uprising relished the most.

The Steubenville Herald contains this startling, but pleasing announcement: “Watch the credit opposite your name. We want all arrears settled up.” Yes, we’ve been watching it. It says X. We presume you know how much that is. Please forward without delay.”

Entomologically speaking, the butterfly gets up from his grub and floats through the air with the greatest of ease. Physiologically speaking the boy makes the butter fly by putting it down with his grub, with the greatest of grease. Scientifically considered, both are climatological. Please pass the butter, my well-bred friend.

The Ute Indians are a mean, treacherous lot. But none of them wear their watch chains dangling from the top outside pocket of their coats, nor part their hair in the middle, nor never pay their subscription to the paper, nor do a whole lot of other things not much pleasanter of contemplation than scalping a woman, or eating a roast bady (sic), with oyster trimmings.

A man read that he should endeavor to draw something useful from everything he saw, and nobly resolved to profit by the teaching. That night when the moon was shining, he essayed to draw a number of useful cord wood sticks from his neighbor’s woodpile, and got filles so full of rock-salt out of a gun, that he won’t be able to taste anything fresh for the balance of his natural life.

“Why did you weep so in church?” “Oh, it was because of the thought evoked by those solemn words, “Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” “You are an ass – a preferred ass! I you were gold and had to return to dust, you’d lost a hundred percent by the operation. But as you are dust, and to dust return, you neither lose or gain anything – it’s a stand-off.”

Seeing a servant rushing out of a London House for medical aid, a rascal said: “I am a doctor,” and obtained access to the room of a sick child. He feigned to minister to him for hours, read prayers by his bedside, and then descending into the dining room and taking advantage of the carelessness wrought by the approach of death, took a good meal, and decamped with all the portable property he could lay hands on.

“I know I’m losing ground, sir,” tearfully murmured the pale-faced Freshman, “but it is not my fault, sir. If I were to study on Sunday, as the others do, I could keep up with my class, sir – indeed, I could. But I promised mother ne-ne-never to work on the Sabbath, and I can’t sir, ne-ne-never.” and, as his emotions overpowered him, he pulled out his handkerchief with such vigor that he brought out with it a small flask, three faro-chips, and a suchre-deck; and somehow or other the professor took no more stock in that Freshman’s eloquence than if he had been a graven image.

BETTER THAN A SHOT-GUN – [Detroit Free Press] A merchant doing business near the foot of Jefferson avenue, used to spend about half of his time explaining to callers why he could not sign petitions, lend small sums, buy books or invest in moonshine enterprises, but that time has passed, and it now only takes him two minutes to get rid of the most persistent case. Yesterday a man called to sell him a map of Michigan. He had scarcely put on his hat and said: “Come along and I’ll see about it.” he led the way to a boiler-shop, two blocks distant, wherein a hundred hammers were pounding at iron, and walking to the center of the shop, and into the midst of the deafening racket, he turned to the agent and kindly shouted: “Now, then, if you know of any reason why I should purchase a map of Michigan , please state them at length.” The man with the maps went right out without attempting to sate “reason the one,” and the merchant tranquilly returned to his desk to await the next.


THE VERNON CLIPPER ALEXANDER COBB, Editor & Proprietor ALEX. A WALL, Publisher $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, JANUARY 16, 1880

GOING BACKWARD [Montgomery Adviser] It has always been to us a matter of duty to believe that Asia was the starting point of the human race. That the Garden of Eden, from which our parents were driven, and from whence they “mournfully took their way,” in obedience to the fiat of the great law maker was locate in some portion of the Asiatic continent, is a part of the teachings of all civilized people. We have been taught to regard the fact as fully established, beyond the possibility of any doubt, but Science, ever restless, ever seeking for something new and strange, is now striving to dispel that time-honored belief, and completely subvert the established idea of localities. True, no one has ever been able to locate the precise post on which the garden stood. No surveyor, with compass and chain, has hitherto been able to stake out the lines, and fix the corners of Eden, or to say certainly that he could tell precisely what was its extent. No man can presume to say that under this tree Adam rested, or that in this pool or brook Eve layed her hands or contemplated her beautiful face, or that on this hill the angels alighted when they visited the first pair in their days of happiness and innocence. But, without claiming such exactness, there seems to have been a general belief that it was somewhere in Palestine, or at least, in Asia. Now, however, comes a learned antiquarian and philologist – one Dr. Faulb, who has been studying the antiquities and original languages of South America, and he is in a fair way to upset all the teachings of the text books. According to his investigations, the close affinity between the native tongues of some of the Indians of Bolivia and Peru, and the early Semitic prove that they were the root of the first spoken language. Following this idea, he arrives at the somewhat astounding conclusion that from some portion of South America must have begun the dispersion of the human race. In short, that Adam was an American, and that the Garden of Eden was situated in South America! This doctrine of the learned doctor, if he should be able to offer any tangible proofs of its correctness, will, as we have said, completely revolutionize all that we have hitherto believed on this subject. It will change the relative names of the two hemispheres, and this must be called the “Old World”. We hardly know what people on the other side of the water will say about it, but it will be quite a feather in the caps of Americans. We already claim America as being the native land of potatoes, and tobacco, and wild turkeys, and quinine and many other articles, to numerous to mention, and now if we can fully establish our claim to Eden and Adam and the rest of the original beginning, we can afford to look down with serene contempt on the comparatively modern civilization of Europe and Asia. But in connection with these, would probably come the flood, and Noah, and a great many other puzzles that we see no present means of disposing of. We hope this Dr. Faulb will not leave the matter just where it is. We want him to go on, now that he has made a beginning, and tell us just how much we are to separate the world before the flood, from that of a later date. We much incline to the opinion that he has laid out a difficult job for himself.

DEMOCRATIC EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE VERNON, ALA., JAN. 10, 1880 Pursuant to the call heretofore made the undersigned, members of the Executive Committee met; and there not being a quorum present, they adjourned till Wednesday, the 17th day of March next. The committee chosen by the last county convention in 1878 are as follows: SID B. SMITH, Town Beat, Chr. J. W. COLLINS Lawrence’s Beat JOHN W. SIZEMORE Sizemore’s Beat WATSON BROWN Brown’s Beat W. S. METCALF Henson’s Springs Beat JOHN H. RAY Millville Beat D. J. GUTHRIE Pine Spring’s Beat R. J. REDDEN Moscow Beat JAS. P. YOUNG Betts Beat JAS. E. BLACKWELL Wilson’s Beat W. G. RICHARDS Trull’s Beat T. C. MORTON Strickland’s Beat J. H. VAIL Vail’s Beat W. B. ADKINS Millport Beat As some vacancies have occurred, it will be necessary to fill them, and all the members who reside in their respective beats are earnestly requested to meet at Vernon, on Wednesday, the 17th day of March next for that purpose, and to take such steps as may be deemed necessary for the organization of the party. JAS. P. YOUNG, JAS. E. BLACKWELL, W. G. RICHARDS, and R. J. REDDEN, members present.

MURDER IN WALKER COUNTY A correspondent of the Jasper Eagle, writing from Partridge, gives the following particulars of a recent murder in Walker County: “I have concluded to write you a few lines to inform you of one of the most cold-blooded, uncalled for murders that has ever come under my observation. Yesterday being Christmas, the youngsters of the neighborhood concluded that they would serenade the citizens and have a little fun. Some nine or ten of as good boys as there were in the settlement had congregated and had serenaded three citizens with bells, horns, and guns with blank cartridges, and went to the fourth, one GEO. S. CAMP, and had gone around the house twice, with bells ringing, horns tooting, and an occasional discharge of guns, and it being convenient for them to make their final exit through an open passage of the house, when Camp pulled his door shutter ajar, and deliberately discharged a loaded gun into the crowd of young men, hitting young WM. JAMES below the right shoulder blade and near the spine, passing in the direction of the heart. – The young man said, “O, Lord, I’m shot!” and asked to be carried home. He walked about forty steps and fell dead. Young James was about 19 years of age, a boy well respected, a son of the widow JAMES, whose father died in the Southern army. Camp tells many tales for the crime. One, that he was trying to overshoot them to frighten them, but his gun being hard on trigger, wobbled down on them; another that he was so frightened that if he shot he did not know it; and another, that his gun struck the door and discharged itself. But my opinion is that he did just what he aimed to do. The young men were perfectly sober, not a drop of whisky among them, and were behaving themselves, only with their noise and jingle. There has nothing been done yet in the premises.

ON THE 1ST INST. in Washington, MISS LUCY W. R. HORTON met JOHN H. MORGAN, son of Senator MORGAN of Ala., and drawing a revolver, shot him, inflicting a painful but not dangerous wound in his shoulder. It is said by his friends that she is insane. She began a suit against Morgan last July for breach of promise of marriage. Since then she has lost her position in the treasury department and been generally unfortunate, and she claims that she has been persecuted. She maintains that the assault was not premeditates, but regrets not killing him.

ATHENS, ALA., Jan. 6 The news of the appointment of the HON. LUKE PRYOR SENATOR, to succeed the honored and lamented HOUSTON, was received by our people with demonstrations of joy and gladness. Everybody praised Governor Cobb for putting the right man in the right place. Telegrams are pouring in congratulating Senator Pryor. In consequence of the late sad ceremonies in our town, and in respect to the family of our late Senator Houston, a public demonstration is for the present postponed. Senator Pryor, with his usual royal hospitality, will throw open his doors at nine o’clock p. m; and it is expected that everybody will attend and shake hands with our new Senator, who was once an humble ox driver in the streets of Moorsville, in our county, little dreaming then that he would ever be called to fill next to the highest position within the gift of the American people. That Senator Pryor will make his mark in the United States Senate, no one who knows him will doubt. We predict for a bright future, and well may Alabama be proud of her gifted son. J. T. TANNER

LETTER OF ACCEPTANCE OF HON. LUKE PRYOR ATHENS, ALA. Jan. 7, 1880 His Excellency, R. W. COBB, Governor of the State of Alabama Dear Sir: Your telegram of yesterday, tendering to me a temporary appointment to the office of United States Senator, made vacant by the recent death of that illustrious man, HON. GEORGE S. HOUSTON, greatly surprised me. In returning you my acceptance, as I now do, permit me to state, that I have always preferred a private, to public life; that I have always doubted my fitness and qualification for political station; and that I would have been more than willing in this instance, to have remained in obscurity. Nevertheless, I have always entertained the nighest regard for the best interest and welfare of my people and State, based upon views and sentiments which I have never concealed, and which I hope have never misunderstood. While this is true of myself, I do not feel that I have the right to disregard the wishes of your Excellency and the positive demands of personal and political friends; consequently, in deference to you and tem, I surrender my individual preferences and convictions in the premises. While I do this, let me confess to and assure you and them, that the thought of occupying a seat, especially that so lately filled by my wise and experienced predecessor, in the Senate of the United states – a position of such great power for good or evil – fills me with alarm; but knowing that you have acted upon conviction of what you believe to be the best interest of the whole people, I assume the duties of the office, promising to exert ever energy and capacity that I have in discharge of the high trust thus confided to me, to emulate the patriotism and statemanship of the lamented Senator Houston, and to serve equally and faithfully the people in all parts of Alabama, my native State. In conclusion, permit me to return to you my thanks for your kind consideration, and assurance of my high regard. I have the honor, my dear sir, to be Very Respectfully, Your ob’t serv’t (Signed) LUKE PRYOR

OWING TO THE GREAT demand for small gold coins, the mints are now making about $20,000 eagles and half eagles per day.

THE SMALL POX has appeared in Washington. It is said that it appears there every seven years, and this is the seventh.

IN EUROPE THE winter so far is the most severe for many years.


REV. JOSEPH SHACKELFORD and MRS. JOSEPH GILBERT have bought the Tuscumbia Democrat. Success to you, friend SHACKELFORD; we welcome you back to the ranks of journalism. It is remembered by us that is was for you we first held the compositors “stick.”

JOHN ANGLE, while fox hunting on Christmas ever, lost $207 in an old field near Gravella.

PROF. BASS was shot and killed by JOHN A. B. ALLISON, at Vienna, Madison County, on the night of the 29th, ult. Bass had taken liberties with MR. ALLISON’S daughter aged 13 years.

The Evergreen News says: GEO. SKIPPER, colored, masked himself and joined in the parade of the Christmas Revelers. His suit not being recognized when he joined the crowd around the hotel, and it being thought that he was going to attempt to enter the ballroom, he was made to unmask, when it was discovered that he was a darkey against whom the sheriff had a warrant for petit larceny. He was accordingly arrested, and was tried by the county court Saturday, and sentenced to hard labor for the county on the charge of petit larceny and carrying concealed deadly weapons. It is not likely he will Skipper round lively for some time to come.

The Ashville Aegis says: A row occurred on Christmas night in front of Mr. A. CROW’S hotel, in this town, which resulted in the killing of AARON COLSTON alias BUD RAY. Colston was shot in the back – thirteen buck shot entering his body. Who did the shooting is unknown, as Colston was standing alone when shot. His body was conveyed to the court house, where he expired before day. This was a sad ending of what otherwise was a quiet and pleasant day, and the event is keenly regretted by the peaceful citizens of Ashville.

The Eutaw Mirror says: A gentleman of this county, whose name we are requested to withhold, tells us the following strange but well authenticated coincidence: He was born on Thursday, and after many years of business in different states, from New York to Tennessee and from Virginia to Missouri, saw a young lady in Alabama, on a Thursday, and remarked to a friend, ”There’s the woman who will one day be my wife.:” He did not then even know her name. A month afterwards he was introduced to her on Thursday, addressed her on Thursday, was rejected three times, each time on a Thursday, and finally won her promise to be his wife on Thursday. Some months afterwards they were married on Thursday, and now have two children, each born on a Thursday. He kept a diary and had never noticed Thursday occurrences until his wife called his attention to it two years after marriage. He fully expects to die on Thursday – but we hope he may have many, very many, happy Thursdays more before that one arrives.

Mont. Adv. says: A few days ago a farmer of Sumter County was having some hogs killed, and his wife was frying out the lard, when her clothing caught fire, instantly enveloping her in flames. Her young children seeing her peril ran to her assistance, and succeeded in tearing the burning mass from her body, burning their little heroic hands in their efforts to save their mother. They were successful, and their mother was not hurt by a single touch of fire to her person, while every shred of her clothing was destroyed. This was truly a grand thing for little children to do, and makes them heroes worth to have their names inscribed on the roll of honor. Names have been withheld at the request of the father who has a delicacy in letting such things go before the public, and who believes in giving all thanks and praise to God, who inspired his little children to their grand work.

ALSO: MR. JOHN MCPHERSON, to Three Runs, Butler County, on the 1st inst., renewed his subscription to the Weekly Advertiser. He is the oldest subscriber on the books, having taken the paper regularly for about 40 years.

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.

(engraving of possibly Santa Claus with huge ELGIN watch) BUDER BROTHERS, watch makers, and manufacturing jewelers, and dealers in diamonds, fine watches, jewelry and silverware. Repairing done neatly and warranted. Under Gilmer Hotel, No. 43 Main ST, Columbus, Miss.



MARRIED – At the residence of the bride’s father by REV. JAS. T. MILLER, W. T. TROTTER and MISS MOLLIE GUYTON.

The first Quarterly Conference of the M. E. Church will convene at Lebanon Church on Saturday before the 5th Sabbath in February. President Elder, L. M. WILSON and REV. J. J. CROW will conduct the meeting.

MR. J. B .DORSEY is traveling agent for Guthery & Loyd, selling tombstones. We take pleasure in recommending him to all who are so unfortunate as to need them, as well as the firm of Guthery & Loyd, who are worthy and energetic gentlemen, and our own country men of who we, (if necessity required) would be sure to patronize. – [Ed]

On the 8th inst., near Webster, J. M. TRIM slipped his gun out and went about two hundred yards from his house and shot himself, and died in about four hours. Cause, insanity.

ESQR. JAS. P. YOUNG’S leather house was broken into on the night of the 19th ult; the amount of leather taken is not known. No traces left so as to identify the robbers.

CAPT. J. H. BANKHEAD and family moved to town last week.

See MR. J. F. WHITE’S school notice elsewhere.

MR. RICHARD DEAS and his most estimable wife have moved to town.

JOHN G. HARVEY has published the Greensboro Beacon since January 1st, 1844.

The probate judge of Tuskaloosa county issued 35 marriage licenses in December.

“AUNT” MARGARET BANKHEAD is spending this week in town.

Last Friday and Saturday was spent by the incorporate inhabitants of town in improving the streets, and they present a much better appearance.

We tender our thanks to the Mayor and Aldermen for their kind consideration towards us last week, also MR. J.

WM. H. VANDERBILT distributed $20,000 to his poor kin on Staten Island on Christmas Day, and gave a preacher there $1,000.

REV. J. J. CROW will preach in the court house on the 4th Sabbath of this month at 11 o’clock, it being his regular day in course.


We are authorized to announce D. V. LAWRENCE a candidate for re-election to the office of County Treasurer, at the August election in 1880.

Under the following considerations I declare myself a candidate for Sheriff, &c. of Lamar County at the ensuing election. 1st. I was born and raised a freeman in this county. 2nd. By standing in defense of my country I was mangled by the enemies missiles. 3rd. I was incarcerated in prison under false charges preferred against and finally ruined. 4th. I am willing to submit my claims to a Convention of the Democratic Party. Respectfully. J. A. DARR

We are authorized to announce B. H. WILKERSON a candidate for the office of Sheriff and Tax Collector of Lamar County at the ensuing August election, subject to the action of the Democratic party.

PIANOS & ORGANS. From Factory to Purchaser, every man his own agent. Ludder & Bates Grand Introduction….(Too small to read) MALE AND FEMALE SCHOOL – Detroit, Lamar County, Ala., will commence, Jan. 19th 1880 and continue eight months. Tuition per month of 20 days, $1.50, $2.00, $2.50, $3.00. Board can be obtained with private families at $7 per month. For particulars, address J. F. WHITE, Principal.

ANNUAL SETTLEMENT State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term, Dec. 8, 1879 In the matter of the estate of ARTHUR T. YOUNG, late of said county, deceased. This day came SAMUEL G. YOUNG, administrator of said estate and filed his account, current and vouchers in annual settlement of his administration. Whereupon it is ordered by the court that the 14th day of January, 1880 be and is a day set for examining and passing upon said account, when and where all parties interest can contest the same if they think proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate

ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE Letters of administration was by the Probate Court of Lamar County on the 15th of March, 1878, granted the undersigned on the estate of ARTHUR T. YOUNG, late of said county deceased. This is therefore to notify all persons having claims against said estate to present them to me for payment, properly proven up as the law directs, or they will be barred. All persons indebted to said estate will make payment to me. This 8th Dec. 1879. SAM’L G. YOUNG, Administrator

ADMINISTRATORS NOTICE State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term ’79 In the matter of the estate of BENJAMIN WINSTEAD late of said county, deceased. This day came JOHN WINSTEAD, administrator of said estate, and filed his amount statement and vouchers in final settlement of said estate. Whereupon it is ordered by the Court that the 8th day of January, 1880 be and is a day set for the passing upon said amount, it appearing from said amount that ELIZABETH MCDANIEL, B. W. WEBB, JOHN H. WEBB, ELIZA ANN RODEN, and FRANCIS WINSTEAD are heirs at law of said estate, and live beyound the limits of this State so that the ordinary process of Law cannot be served upon them. It is ordered by the Court that publication be made in the Vernon Clipper a newspaper published in this county for three successive weeks prior to said day notifying said nonresidents and all others interested of this proceeding and of the day for the making of said settlement when and where they can contest said settlement if they think proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate, Nov. 27

APPLICATION TO SELL LAND State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term November 24th, 1879 In the matter of the estate of WILLIAM WALKER late of said county, deceased. This day came JOHN D. WALKER, administrator of said estate and filed his petition in writing and under oath praying for an order and proceedings to sell certain lands as belonging to said estate for the purpose of a division among the heirs thereof. When it is ordered by the court that the 7th day of January 1880 be and is a day set for the hearing and passing upon said application and the proof in the support of the same, when and where all persons interested can contest the same if they see proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate

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 never uses humbug. Every article of dry goods shoes and boots, clothing, hats, and fancy goods is fresh, and warranted to give satisfaction.

PARENTS READ THIS. Nine-tenths of the sickness of childhood is caused by worms. Thousands of children die yearly from worms in the stomach that could have been saved by the timely use of Parker’s Santonine Worm Lozenges. They save thousands of children. They drive out the worms without pain. They cleanse the stomach, and make the little ones bloom and blossom as the rose. The are the finest and best medicine ever made. Thousands of parents all over the land use nothing but Parker’s Lozenges. Buy nothing but Parker’s. Give no other Worm Medicine to children but Parker’s Lozenges. They are the cheapest, best, and safest. Sold by your druggists, W. L. Morton & Bro.

$5 to $20 per day at home. Sample worth $5 free. Address Stinson & Co., Portland, Maine.

CITATION NOTICE R. W. THOMPSON Plff. vs. Attachment J. C. SAYLORS Justice Court, Dec. 15th, 1879. Attachment having been sued out by E. W. THOMPSON against the estate of J. C. SAYLORS which attachment has been returned executed by summoning J. G. ADAIR as garnishee, when the matter coming up to be heard it appearing 5o the court that the defendant J. C. SAYLORS is a non-resident of this State. It is ordered by the court that this cause be continued until the 24th day of January next, and notice of the same be given in the Vernon Clipper notifying said Saylors to be and appear before me on said 24th January next and show cause why, or judgement will be rendered against him for amount of plaintiffs demand and amount in hands of garnishee will be condemned. Given under my hand 15th December 1879. A. M. MOLLOY, J. P.

Pictures made in cloudy and rainy as well as clear weather at ECHARD’S Photograph Headquarters at his gallery, Columbus, Miss. 8 Card Ferrotypes, for $1.00. 1 doz. Card Photographs for $2.50. Special attention given to Family Groups and copying Old pictures to any size.

ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE. Letters of administration was this day granted to the undersigned by Hon. ALEXANDER COBB, on the estate of WILLIAM WALKER, deceased. This is therefore to notify all persons holding claims against said estate to present them within the time prescribed by law, or they will be barred, also all persons indebted to said estate will make payment to me. This 15tjh day of November, 1879. JOHN D. WALKER, Admr.

ADMINISTRATORS SALE By virtue of an order of the Probate Court of Lamar County, Alabama made on the 7th day of January 1880, I as the administrator of WILLIAM WALKER deceased will sell at the late residence of said WILLIAM WALKER the following tract of land to wit: 20 acres on north end of NE ¼ of SE ¼ and NE ¼ and NW ¼ of SE ½, Sec. 35 and SW ¼ of NW ¼, Sec. 26 T 17, R16. Sale will be on the 7th day of February next, and will be sold on a credit of twelve months from the day of sale, and will be subject to the widows dower. Parties purchasing will be required to give note and good security for the purchase money, and lien will be retained on the land until the purchase money is paid. This 9th day of January, 1880. JOHN D. WALKER, Admr.

Family Groceries. The undersigned has opened a family grocery store in the old Goodwin house on Main Street. Where he will be able to furnish the county and town with everything usually kept in a first class house: Such as bacon, lard, flour, sugar, coffee, molasses, tobacco, cigars, powder, lead, shot and a great variety of canned goods: Such as pine apples, peaches, tomatoes, pickles, &c., &c. Cheese and crackers in abundance, all of which I am determined to sell lower than they can be bought elsewhere. Give me a call. No trouble to show goods. Terms cash. G. C. LAWRENCE

CITATION NOTICE State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term, ’79 In the matter of the estate of WILLIAM WALKER, late of said county, deceased. This day came JOHN D. WALKER, administrator of said estate, and filed his petition under oath setting forth that deceased died sized and possessed of the following lands to wit: N E ¼ of SE ¼ and NE ¼ and NW ¼ of SE ¼ Sec. 35 and SW ¼ of NW ¼, Sec 36, T17, R 16, and that MARTHA WALKER widow of said deceased claims dower in the same. Whereupon it is ordered by the Court that the 15th day of December next be a day set for hearing and passing upon said petition, and it appearing that S. P. WALKER, LUCINDA MANN, and the children of REBECCA SHIRLEY are heirs at law of said estate, and live beyond the limits of this state so that the ordinary process of law cannot be served upon them. It is ordered by the Court that publication be made in the Vernon Clipper a newspaper publishes in said county for three successive weeks, prior to said day notifying all persons interested, when and where they can contest the same if they think proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate Nov. 27, 1879

NON-RESIDENT NOTICE State of Alabama, Lamar County Circuit Court, Fall Term 1879 GEORGE G. WEIR, Executor of the last Will and Testament of DIADEMA COX, deceased. vs Attachment RICHARD H. COX Came the Plaintiff by his attorney and Defendant shown to be a non-resident of this state. It is ordered by the Court that notice be given to the Defendant of this attachment and levy of same on lands of Defendant by publication in the Vernon Clipper a weekly newspaper published in this county for four consecutive weeks, and that a copy of said notice be sent to the defendant if his post office can be ascertained. A true copy of the Minutes. This 19th Nov. 1879 JAMES MIDDLETON Clerk Circuit Court for Lamar County

ADMINISTRATORS NOTICE State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term Dec. 5th, 1879 This day came THOMAS MOLLOY, guardian for the estate of W. N. WILLIAMS and MALISSA J. WILLIAMS heirs of the estate of W. A. WILLIAMS deceased, and filed his account current and vouchers in final settlement of his guardianship of said estate. Whereupon it is ordered by the court that January 13, 1880 be and is a day set for the examining and passing upon said account, when and where all parties interested can contest the same if they see proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge Probate

Cuban Chill Tonic is the great Chill King. It cures Chills and Fever of every type, from the shaking Agues of the North to the burning Fevers of the Torrid Zone. It is the great standard. It cures Billiousness and liver Complaint and roots out diseases. Try it – if you suffer it will cure you and give you health. Sold by your druggists. W. L. MORTON & BRO.

J. L. RANSOM, of North Alabama with Settle & Kainnaird, manufacturers of and wholesale dealers in boots and shoes, Nashville, Tenn. Orders solicited and carefully filled.

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.

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.

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.

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


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TO WASH SILK STOCKINGS – One tablespoonful of lemon juice to a quart of tepid water. Wash thoroughly, using no soap. Dry quickly in the shade. The flesh tint will be preserved.

RAISED BISCUITS – Take some light bread dough sufficient for two square tins of biscuit, mold in four ounces of butter, and let it rise again, and when light, pick up small bunches of dough and drop on buttered tins. Let it rise a few minutes, then bake slowly.

CHILI SAUCE – Eighteen large, ripe tomatoes, three green tomatoes, two small onions, one cup of sugar, two and one half cups of vinegar, two-thirds of a cup of all kinds of spices, four teaspoonfuls of salt. Boil one hour.

HAM CAKE – A capital way of disposing of the remains of a ham, and making an excellent dish for breakfast. Take a pound and a half of ham, far and lean together – put it into a mortar and pound it, or pass it through a sausage machine. Boil a large slice of bread in a half-pint of milk, and bear it and the ham well together. Add an egg beaten up. Put the whole into a mold, and bake a rich brown.

WHITE SOUP – This white vegetable soup will be found most excellent. Take four or five good turnips, two heads of celery, four fine leeks, and wash then and slice them down. Then put them into a stew pan with a piece of butter and a knuckle of ham. Moisten with a quart of stock, and let them stew gently till tender. Then add a pint of milk and crumbs of bread. Give all a good boil up, strain, and send to the table very hot.

NURSERY POWDER – Take one ounce of pulverized hemlock-bark, one ounce of magnesia, and one ounce of laundry starch. Pulverize finely by laying upon a platter and grinding with a knife. Sift through a hair-sieve and put into a tight box, and you have the same article which costs you, if prepared by chemists, a dollar and a quarter per box. Anyone can make a puff of swan’s down or scraped linen lint, if they think it better than a pinch sifted from between the thumb and finger.

OMELETTE SOFFLE – Separate 6 eggs, and beat them light; having added to the yolks two tablespoonfuls of pulverized sugar and part of a grated nutmeg. Just before cooling stir in the whites and the yolks together. Have on the fire a pan with a tablespoonful of lard, when boiling hot pour in the omelette. Keep lifting the eggs greatly with a knife – allowing the top to run underneath – until done. Then slip the knife under one side and fold the omelette. Turn out on a warm dish. Sprinkle with sugar and serve at once.

AUTUMN LEAVES FOR LAMP SHADES – Lamp shades made of autumn leaves are very beautiful. To make them, cut the shade in stiff white paper, when the leaves which have been previously dried and pressed, are arranged on it in a wreath, and fastened down by gum. It is then covered with a very coarse net, and the edges bound with gilt or colored paper. The effect of the light shining through the shade is exceedingly pretty; and it is one of the cheap decorations which all persons possessed of a little taste and ordinary skillful fingers make for themselves.

BOILED CALF’S HEAD – A calf’s head, a good one, will cost forty cents, and will last two days. Boil the head until you can pick out all the bones, and mind you keep the water the head is boiled in. Take your pieces and lay them in a dish, having cut them small. Use some salt, pepper, a little parsley, a grate of nutmeg, a small piece of butter, and some dry bread crumbs, say a teacupful of the latter. Moisten it all with some of the water the head has been boiled in. Put in a baking dish, and let it bake half an hour. When we can afford it, we take the yolks of two eggs and make a sauce with the boiled liquor. We make soup of the rest of the liquor.

USEFULNESS OF BORAX – Borax water moderately used and afterwards followed by frequent brushings, makes the hair beautifully soft and flossy, and does not injure it in the least. A little borax added to starch will impart a fine gloss to linen when ironed, which is considered by many so desirable. Borax is very much to be preferred to soda as aid to the softening of water for washing purposes, making the clothes very clean and white, while being harmless to the fabric and hands. It is a very useful addition to the household economy in many ways, and will keep perfectly sweet in solution for a long time.

MEAT SCALLOP – Take pieces of cold beefsteak or roast veal. Chop them very fine. Butter a pudding dish, put a layer of meat then a layer of crackers. Season with salt, pepper, pieces of butter and moisten well with milk. Then put in another layer of meat as before, and over the whole spread a thick layer of pulverized crackers, and moisten with an egg beaten in a cup of milk, or more, according to the size of the dish. Scatter pieces of butter over the top and bake three quarters of an hour or an hour. This is a nice dish if made moist enough.

SOFT SOAP – Twenty pounds of pure grease to fourteen pounds of potash will make a clean fish barrel full. The potash can be procured at any drug store. Dissolve it in water in a brass kettle over the fire. Put the grease in the barrel. First pour the solution of potash over the grease, and stir it with a stick. Let it stand twenty-four hours, then pour a pail of cold water in the barrel, and stir it thoroughly. Let it stand twelve hours, and as it thickens, add a pail of cold water and stir again, and add water every twelve hours, and stir until the barrel is full. In cold weather we use barrel tight, as lye will leak through where water will not. A barrel will not answer more than twice, as the lye destroys it.

THE GRANGER’S PRIZE APPLE It was at a recent agricultural fair, and when the influential farmer was presented with the “prize apple” by the owner (a politician running for office). He immediately bit the fruit in two, and munching hard on the piece in his mouth, calmly observed: “I thank ye fur this bootiful present. I shell take it with me whurever I go!” The owner stopped passing around “prize apples” right there.

THE ONEIDA COMMUNITY. – EIGHT COUPLES MARRIED, AND OTHERS RESUMING MONOGAMOUS RELATIONS – [New York Sun] The Oneida Community seems to be fulfilling it recent announcement of the abolition of the mixed marriage system, and its adoption of the monogamic relation. Eight wedding ceremonies have already been performed, and those who married previous to entering the Community are again living exclusively together. About eighty couples are yet single, but of these a number are young, and are required by their parents to wait for greater maturity. Others may not marry at all. Girls are not married without the consent of their parents, nor were young women, under the old complex marriage system, married without their sanction. The number of young persons of both sexes in the Community who have not been married is much greater than is generally suppose. The tendency toward monogamic marriage has been growing in the Community for years, and the late pressure by the Methodist clergy against complex marriages simply hastened, in the opinion of the members, what would ultimately have occurred. The functionary who links the couples is an Episcopal minister who has for fifteen years been a member of the community. Every wedding is celebrated with a due allowance of grooms and bridesmaids and the congratulations of all the associates. Every couple has had the advantage of knowing each other thoroughly by long acquaintance. Thinking members say that, as one innovation generally follows another, wages will probably soon be paid for labor, and opportunities will thus be offered for saving money for purposes of travel. Under the communistic system this pleasure can be enjoyed only by a few who may be sent abroad to gain instruction to be used for the Community’s benefit. To the majority communism is a depotism. No one fancies that the Oneida Community will soon be dissolved. The advantages of social enjoyment and freedom from pecuniary care are not to be forgotten. Neither would dissolution now be feasible. The entire property of the Community, with that of its branch in Willingford, Conn, would, it is estimated, sell for at least half a million, and this, if divided among the three hundred members, would give them only $1,600 apiece. Furthermore, the Community would be required to return, without interest, a large sum to those who invested money on entering. The Community owns no property beyond what is invested in its lands, stock, residences, mills and other structures. The Oneida domain comprises six hundred acres, and that of Willingford three hundred, both having valuable water power. Prominent among their industries are the making of plated ware, silk, chains and traps, and all canning of fruits and vegetables. These have been more or less prosperous since their initiation, but are now especially so. Outside labor is largely employed upon all. Furnishing luncheons to visitors is no insignificant branch of profit. During the summer these sometimes reach a thousand in a day. The only unprofitable industry has been that of the printing office, wherein works explanatory of the Community’s theological and sexual doctrine have been published for about thirty years. The Community was formerly under the control of MR. JOHN V. NOYES, its founder, but is now governed by a committee of ten men and ten women, who consider all questions arising and direct all business. Any marriages contemplated are announced to them, but their control over these is only advisory. The wishes of Mr. Noyes, though still potent, are not often expressed, and he leaves the committee, in his advanced years, to rule without interference.

INSTANTANEOUS PHOTOGRAPHY MR. MAYBRIDGE’S method of photographing horses in rapid motion has lately been applied in San Francisco to the study of human action, particularly6 that of athletes, while performing their various feats. In order to display as completely as possible the movements of the actor’s muscles, they wore brief trunks only while performing, and thus all the intricate movements of boxing, wrestling, fencing, jumping, and tumbling were instantaneously and exactly pictured. The first experiment consisted in photographing an athlete while turning a back somersault. He stood in front of the camera motionless, and at a signal, sprang in the air, turning backwards, and in a second was again in his original position. Short as was the time consumed, fourteen negatives were clearly taken, showing him in as many different positions. The same man was also taken while making a running high jump. The jumping gauge was placed at the four-foot notch in order to give an easy jump, for in making it fourteen stout hempen strings had to be broken, as in photographing trotting horses. From the camera to a point beyond the line on which the jump was made a number of strings were stretched. The two base liens were only a few inches above the ground, and from them to the apex, the strings were placed equal distances apart. In jumping, seven of the strings were broken in ascending and seven in descending. The strings were tautly drawn, and so connected with the camera that as each one parted, a negative was produced. Other pictures were taken of men raising heavy dumb-bells, and the various movements of boxing, fencing, and the like.

USELESS SKILL Some months ago a couple of our fast and reckless young men tried to make a short turn of the corner of Cherry and St, Clair Street while the horse was going at a rapid gait. The buggy was upset and the young men thrown out with great violence on the sidewalk. One of them remained motionless. A crowd collected, and one of our well-known German physicians was summoned to attend him. The doctor worked with him patiently for some minutes when a bystander exclaimed in an agony of impatience: “Oh, doctor, doctor, can’t you bring him to?” “Oh, yeah,” said the doctor, phlegmatically, as he stopped to wipe his heated forehead. “Yah, I can bring him to, but vat is de use? De man’s neck it is proke.”

HE IS CALLED A GENTLEMAN. – [Eclipsed Exchange] Look at that young man, arrayed in faultless costume and polished boots of the latest style. He handles his delicate cane with such consummate skill, that it seems to be apart of him. See him lift his hat to that lady! It is done with the perfection of grace. Listen to his modulated tones, as he passes the conversational salutation, and the ring of his laughter, subdues to the exact melody. The community calls him a gentleman. He is a welcome habitue of our vest society – the centre of a select circle. To his side crows the purest and fairest of our girls, whom his attentions delight. Mothers and daughters alike cultivate him, and anxious hearts whisper that he is a good match! Last night that gentleman (?) flushed in face, with bleared eyes, staggering under beastly drunkenness, concluded his revels in a den of infamy, dawdling t the caresses of the most depraved! The echo yet lingers in the ribald jest, but society gives him letters of credit as a gentleman. It is no exceptional act, nor secret, done in fear and trembling. It is of frequent occurrence, and the chance is that before he left his lady acquaintance five minutes he was found telling a friend of his bawdy adventures, to the clinking of glasses over a saloon counter, in the unnoticed and uncared-for presence of others. Society sees these things – knows them full well – but instead of eyes starting with horror, they settle into an indolent wink at the peccadilloes. Texts may be learned expounded from the pulpits, and moralists, thunder in platitudes, but so long as society welcomes to it s hospital avenue gentlemen such as we have described, and others of a similar character, domestic sorrows and social catastrophes must be regarded as natural results and not mourned as undeserved afflictions.

KISS ME SWEET – by MRS. C. M. SCRANTON – Madison, Ct. Put your arms around me, darling Little arms so dimpled, fair Lift your little face so charming Framed in rings of golden hair.

Kiss me sweet, my precious treasure Look love from your eyes so true; Stolen rays they are, of azure Bits of heaven’s own cloudless blue.

Cherry lips, that oft caress me Give me one sweet kiss tonight; You are all on earth that’s left me, Do not love’s own prayer slight..

Only just two years, my darling Since with folded wings you came Years I thought would be so charming But instead were full of pain

yes, and utter desolation, Save for you, my fair-faired boy Give me, then, in salutation, Kisses sweet, without alloy.

You will never know, my dear one How that mild September day Left my heart so sad and lonesome, As winged angels bore away.

Far beyond our earthly vision, Far up through the ether blue, Took to bask in fields elysian, Papa’s spirit, tried and true.

But, my darling, he was ready Waiting for the summons, too Of the said, in voice unsteady, “Why dost bind me so to you?”

Don’t I long to be with Jesus, Free from earthly care and pain, And you know, if Him it pleases Very soon we’ll meet again.”

And the angels ope’d the gateway Pearly gates, with bars of gold, And in arms of love they straightway Bore him to the heavenly fold

Kiss me, then, my baby treasure Drive the sadness from my brow Give me always, without measure Love sighs just as you do now.

And when the baby love’s outgrown And you’re a strong and sturdy youth, Or, later yet, a bronze-faced man O! Love me still, in very truth.

“Emma R.” asks the Springfield (O.) Sunday Morning Tribune this extraordinary question: “Do you think it right for a girl to sit on a young man’s lap, even if she is engaged to him?” Whereupon the editor gets off a very ordinary lie: “We have had no experience in the matter referred to.” Why didn’t he say: “If it was our girl and our lap, yes; if it was another girl and our lap, yes; but if it was our girl and another fellow’s lap, never.”


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