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Vernon Clipper 24 Oct 1879

Microfilm Ref Call #373 Microfilm Order #M1992.4466 from The Alabama Department of Archives and History



POEM – THE CIDER-MILL – by John G. Whittier Under the blue New England skies, Flooded with sunshine a valley lies. The mountains clasp it, warm and sweet, Like a sunny child to their rocky feet. Three pearly lakes and a hundred streams Lie on its quiet heart of dreams. Its meadows are greenest ever seen; Its harvest-fields have the brightest sheen; Through its trees the softest sunlight shakes, And the whitest lilies gem its lakes. I love, oh, better than words can tell, Its every rock and grove and dell; But most I love the gorge where the rill Comes down by the old brown cider-mill. Above the clear springs gurgle out And the upper meadows wind about; Then join, and under the willows flow “Round knolls where blue-beach whip-stocks grow, To rest in a shaded pool that keeps The oak trees clasped in its crystal deeps. Sheer twenty feet the water falls Down from the old dam’s broken walls, Spatters the knobby bowlders gray, And, laughing, dies in the shade away, Under great rocks, through trout-pools still, With many a tumble-down to the mill. All the way down the nut trees grow, And squirrels hid above and below. Acorns, beechnuts, chestnuts there Drop all the fall through the hazy air; And burrs roll down with cu rled up leaves, In the mellow light of harvest eves, Forever there the still, old trees Drink a wine of peace that has no lees. By the roadside stands the cider-mill Where a lowland slumber waits the rill; A great brown building, two stories high, On the western hill-face warm and dry; And odorous piles of apples there Fill with incense the golden air; And heaps of pumice, mixed with straw, To their amber sweets the late flies draw. The carts back up to the upper door And spill their treasures in on the floor; Down through the toothed wheels they go To the wide, deep cider-press below. And the screws are turned by slow degrees Down on the straw-laid cider cheese; And with each turn a fuller stream Bursts from beneath the groaning beam An amber stream the gods might sip, And fear no morrow’s parched lip; But wherefore gods? Those idle toys Were soulless to real New England boys. What classic goblet ever felt Such thrilling touches though it melt, As throb electric along a straw, When the boyish lips the cider draw? The years are heavy with weary sounds, And their discords life’s sweet music drowns; But yet I hear, oh, sweet, oh sweet, The rill that bathed my bare, brown feet; And yet the cider drips and falls On my inward ear at intervals; And I lead at times in a sad, sweet dream, To the babbling of that little stream; And I sit in a visioned autumn still, In the sunny door of the cider-mill.

POEM – SCHOOL IS IN Gathering at the portals, Gliding through the doors, Seated on the benches Little ones by scores! Marching to the music Of familiar airs, Tells the common story “School life and its cares.”

Blessed little faces, Pictures in a row; Buds of coming blossoms How the dimples glow! Mark each true endeavor To subdue the will, Stifling fun and frolic Trying to keep still.

Rosy little fingers Toying with the books, Lately picking berries In the shady nooks; Feet theat prove rebellious To the measure tread, Yesterday a-romping Through some clover-bed.

Soon you’ll take it kindly, Merry little men; Fighting bloodless battles With the book and pen Little men and maidens, You are sure to win- Hark, the bell is ringing Heed it, “School is in.”

STORY – BELLE’S DIARY – by Mary N. Prescott, in Harper’s Magazine for October June 1, 1877 Sunday – We had such a stirring preacher today – a home missionary. He set the whole business before us in a new light; he urged upon us the necessity of action. If nearer duties detained us, we ought to give tithes of our income, he said. Mr. Andover added a few remarks to emphasize the missionary’s, and then the box was passed. Of course I hadn’t any money. I thought somewhat of putting in the ring Aunt Holyoke left me, but didn’t dare. Afterward Mr. Andover said if anyone had come to church unprepared, she could leave her mite in his hands at any time, to be forwarded for the good cause. I told Philip, who overtook me on the way from church, how much I was interested, and how much I wished I were rich enough to contribute; and he only laughed and pooh-poohed, and called me a religious enthusiast. Mother says she wished Philip wouldn’t haunt me so much; that since he has broken our engagement because we were too poor to marry, and no likelihood of growing richer, as his father had just failed, he out not to act as if I belonged to him still. I suppose she thinks it diminishes my chances; but I don’t want any more “chances.” I don’t believe I shall every marry now; neither will Philip; and why should we not be friends? Old Mrs. Abernethey told me, directly after the engagement was off, that she always knew Philip Devereaux was selfish and mercenary. I should have given her a piece of my mind if she hadn’t been old enough to be my grandmother, and hadn’t meant it kindly. How unhappy I was when Nell Williams got angry with me, and said she didn’t believe that Philip ever meant to marry me, and would never marry any girl without a fortune! That ended our friendship. Thursday – Philip is going away! It is like a thunder-bolt. He is going into business in New York. Perhaps he will make a fortune; who knows? Not that I care for money. Mr. Andover brought me a book to read to mother, and a bunch of scarlet columbines. How I wish she could see their rich color and grace! I told him that I had grown a sudden interest in home missions, and wished there was something I could do for the poor people the Rev. Mr. Gerrish told us about. “Your mission is already marked out for you,” he said. “You are eyes to the blind, and sunshine to those who sit in shadow.” I always think Mr. Andover is a plain man till he smiles. Tuesday – Philip is gone! He bade me good-by at the gate last night, under the stars. He is going to write often. It is horribly lonesome today; what would a lifetime be without him! I’ve beguiled myself thinking over a plan for raising money for the home missions. I’ve sold Aunt Hoiyoke’s ring. It was a pretty ring, but the jeweler only gave me two dollars for it, with which I have bought a lottery ticket. It doesn’t draw till the 1st of July, and then how proud I should be to take a thousand dollars over to the parsonage for the cause, and how surprised Mr. Andover would be! Wednesday – Very dull. Read “Paradise Lost” to mother. Thursday, 20. – Mr. Andover called; asked if I had heard from Mr. Devereaux. I’m afraid something has happened to him. June 30. – A short but delightful letter from Philip. He is too busy to write much or often. Mr. Andover is going to give me German lessons. July 5. – The lottery ticket drew nothing. I could have cried. I built so many castles. The very next number to mine drew the five hundred dollars. I painted a little horse-shoe – German forget-me-nots on a gold ground – and Mr. Ashley, the stationer, sold it for me for five dollars. I was thunder-struck. Who could have thought it worth so much? I men to buy a ticket in the Royal Havana Lottery this time. Perhaps this is the beginning of luck. July 11. Wrote to Philip. Mr. Andover came to give me a German lesson, and afterward read to mother and me from the German authors. I told him, just as he was leaving, that I had heard from Philip, because he asked before. Thought he looked displeased or something; perhaps he thinks I’m wanting in proper spirit, to correspond with Philip since our engagement is broken. August. – Philip is so busy that he can’t find time to write often. I’ve had only three letters since he left, but he says that mine make sunshine in a shady place for him. Squire Cutts told Nell Williams that his daughter Annette, who is visiting at Coney Island, met Philip there at a hop. “I’m glad the poor fellow has some diversions,” I said, but I was very sorry she mentioned it before Mr. Andover and mother. Of course a man can not work day and night. August 11. – Such weather is too splendid to enjoy alone. Mr. Andover rowed me up to the Artichoke River. It was live fairy-land, all the boughs of the trees leaning across from shore to shore, and the moonlight and stars sifting through, and painting weird shadows upon the still water. Resting upon his oars, he sang to me a gondelied which he learned abroad, that seemed just a part of the moonlight, the smooth river, and the summer. What they were to the eye, his song was to the ear. I wish Philip could sing. August 12. – The most astonishing thing has happened. I can hardly believe it. I have been in a state of supreme excitement ever since the mail came in. What will Philip say? I have never been so happy since the day he told he had made up his mind that he was selfishly standing in my light, and that our engagement must be broken till he should see his way clear to a fortune. Nothing I urged could change his noble resolve. But now there is no longer any need of separation. his way is clear to a fortune. I have drawn a prize in the Royal Havana Lottery! Good luck under a horseshoe. August 13. – Mr. Andover came to give me a lesson. He said I looked as if I had heard good news. I wrote Philip all about it, and how happy I am to know that our days of separation are ended – that he must feel it as much his money as mine, and that now he will not need to slave himself to death, and that though we will not be very, very rich – not nearly as rich as Squire Cutts – yet we can live in comfort and happiness, unhampered by debt or poverty. how surprised, how happy, he will be! August 14. – Philip has received my good new by this, and is in the seventh heaven. 16. - No letter from Philip. Perhaps it is too early to look for one. 20. – I shall never have the happiness of expecting a letter from Philip again. Perhaps I am only punished for my selfishness. I bought the lottery tickets, to be sure, in order to benefit the home missions, but the temptation to benefit Philip and myself was too great. When I drew the prize I doubted at the time whether I did not owe it all to the home mission, but as I had only hoped to draw a thousand dollars at most for that cause, my scruples were overruled by selfishness. My religious enthusiasm, as Philip once called it, died out when it came into competition with my own happiness. I am punished, indeed. I was so happy, too, when I started under Mr. Andover’s convoy for the church picnic. I had no doubt but Philip was on his way to meet me and make arrangements for our marriage, because he had not written. Perhaps he would be at home waiting for me when I returned, talking it over with mother. I was so sure of his love. By-and-by I got tired strolling in the woods and hunting for maiden-hair fern with Mr. Andover, and sat down by some trees, a little apart from the others, to think and enjoy. and presently I heard Miss Anne Cutts reading a letter aloud to Mrs. Blair, and her droning voice was hushing me off to sleep. Our wedding is fixed for October. I wanted to wait till Christmas, but my lord and master objected. My gown is already ordered of Worth. I shall be married in church by Mr. Andover. Your affectionate niece Annette Cutts Was Miss Anne Cutts still reading aloud, or had I dreamed this about the wedding and Mr. Andover? I opened my eyes and saw a little bird tilting on a spray, and immediately Mrs. Blair broke the spell by saying,” Bless me, Anne! It’s a good match for Philip Devereaux, now isn’t it? A lucky day for him when he broke off with Belle Ford!” And I heard no more; the trees and the bird seemed to swim before me in a cloud of mist. I stood up and steadied myself against a bowlder, and Mr. Andover came and put my arm in his and took me home. And this is the end. Philip untrue: Philip the lover of another! It is unreal. I can not seem to grasp it. August 22. A letter from Philip Devereaux. After all, I thought, maybe it was gossip and hearsay. The sight of the familiar handwriting sent the blood spinning through my veins. He congratulated me on my good luck, and added: Having broken our engagement when we were both beggars, how could I renew it now because you have become rich? Would not the world – our world – point the finger of scorn at me? I can not accept such generosity, Belle, even for your sake, but must still plod on.” Once I should have thought these sentiments so noble. Whereas I was blind, now I see. He thinks that I know nothing about the affair of Annette Cutts, or he has not courage to break it to me. September 15 – I have resumed my German studies, to divert my mind. Everybody is talking of the approaching marriage. I told Mr. Andover about the prize, and asked it he would take it for home missions. “Have you the money in hand? he asked. “No, I have not even sent on my ticket. I have merely been notified that I had drawn the amount.” “My dear Miss Belle,” he said, “pardon me – but I do not approve of lotteries.” “Neither do I , any longer.” “It may be a foolish scruple,” he pursued; “most people would laugh at it; but it seems to me that money obtained in that way does more harm than good – will not be blessed in the use.” “Perhaps not,” I said, “but what shall I do with it? I feel like the man who drew the elephant.” “Suppose you destroy the ticket, and do nothing about it?’ “Very well,” I returned. “I wish I had never bought it.” And so I held it in the gas jet, and reduced the fortune that was to have made me happy to a pinch of ashes. October 1 – A dreadful thing has happened. Squire Cutts has died insolvent. It will postpone Annette’s wedding. I hear that the order for her wedding gown has been countermanded. But if Philip loves her, she is still rich. All the kingdoms of the earth can not buy love. June, 1878. – It is more than a year since I began this diary, and how much has occurred! I have often wondered how Philip Devereaux bore himself after Annette Cutts married old General Battles, with his millions and his gout, preferring a palace without love to love in a cottage. Yesterday I wandered into the pine-woods alone. Mr. Andover and I have been there so often that all its treasures of shade and sunlight, of soaring pines and humble mosses, seemed to belong to us. Its winding ways are like enchantment, luring us on to more beauty and serenity. It is like walking though dim cathedral aisles as we tread upon the carpet of pine needles, and hear the wind fluting through the branches, while spicy incense is wafted about, and sweet thought come like a benediction. You scarcely hear an approaching footstep, and I was gathering some ferns, when some one close beside me said, “Isabelle! Isabelle!” – a voice that sounded strangely familiar, but was not Mr. Andover’s; a voice that seemed to conjure a vision of starry summer nights, and sweet scents, and tender words, in the instant before I could turn. I never once thought of Philip Devereaux, but there he stood, smiling and debonair, as if we had only parted an hour ago. “Your mother told me I should find you here,” he said, taking my unwilling hand. “See, I picked a four-leaved clover as I cam across the meadow;’ that means luck. Isabelle, can you forgive me?” “Yes, indeed.” I answered, heartily, “and thank you, too.” “I was a fool, Isabelle” “And so was I.” “Isabelle, don’t turn away your head. I never loved Annette. I love you. You have no cause for jealousy. I have come back to marry you, Isabelle.” “I shall never marry you, Philip.” I said. “I do not love you any longer.” “Not love me?” he cried. “Oh, I understand; you have some natural resentment – “ “But no love.” And then he fell to protesting and expostulating, while we walked out of the pine woods together; and just as we emerged into the road we met Mr. Andover. He bowed and passed on. I knew he had come to look for me. I parted with Philip at the gate, where we parted once before, and today it is all over town that our engagement is renewed. June 16 – Mr. Andover has not been to see me since the day I met him coming out of the pine woods with Philip. Philip called, but I declined the interview. June 18 – Met Mr. Andover walking on the causeway by the river. he turned and joined me. An old woman came out of a fishing-hut presently, and begged for money. As he opened his purse something glittering, fell out at his feet. It was Aunt Holyoke’s ring. He picked it up. “You used to wear this,” he said,” that was why I bought it.” “You were very good. Did you mean to give it to me?” I asked. “If you will take my heart with it, Belle.”


TOMATOES – When frost threatens to destroy the vines, strip them of their fruit, and spread it out on a green-house bed, or under the hot-bed glass, covering the glass on frosty nights. A large portion of them will ripen, and usually sell well. – [Exchange

SQUASHES should be housed before frost injures them, and while the weather is warm. It is good practice to go over the squash field and select such squashes as are well-ripened, and cart them in at once, leaving the green ones to ripen as long as the vines are not touched by frost. The late ones often keep best. Keep the squash-house dry, and temperature 60 deg., as near as may be. Melons will keep bearing until frost, and need daily care to market them as fast as they ripen. – [Inter-Ocean

DON’T hurry the cows! Ours got out of her enclosure one night last week and in company with strange cows wandered some four miles from home before she was found. She was brought back August 14, a very sultry day. Without thinking of the effect, I walked her along at a moderately brisk gait without stopping on the road. Result – the next morning one-quarter of her bag was hard, congested, and tender. When I saw this I thought of her long walk. I attended to this trouble immediately, and in 24 hours she was all right. Moral: In driving cows any considerable distance in dog-days, give them plenty of time – [Cor. N. Y. Tribune

WEEDS – As nearly all kinds of weeds cast their seeds at this season, says a contributor to an exchange, it is good economy to take considerable pains to destroy the seed. It is not enough to simply hoe then up or mow them. Many weeds ripen their seeds just as well after this is done as if let alone. The only safe way to get quit of them is to cart, wheel, or lug them away from the garden to some remote corner, where they may either be piled and burned or composted with hot manure. If the compsot is frequently turened and well mixed while hot, it will destroy nearly all kinds of seeds effectually, and this is one of the important objects in composting manure for garden use.

A WRITER in the Deutsche Zeibung states that he last year had an opportunity of trying a remedy for destroying green fly and other insects which infest plants. It was not his own discovery, but he found it among other recipes in some provincial paper. The stems and leaves of the tomato are well boiled in water, and when the liquor is cold it is syringed over plants attacked by insecst. It at once destroys black or green fly, caterpillars, etc.; and it leaves behind a peculiar odor which prevents insects from coming again for a long time. The author states that he found this remedy more effectual than fumigating, washing, etc. Through neglect a house of camelias had become almost hopelessly infested with black lice, but two syringings with tomato plant decoction thoroughly cleansed them. – [Gardener’s Chronicle

MR. NELSON RITTER of Syracuse, N. Y., thinks sunflower seeds for poultry worth the dollar a bushel they cost in market, given in connection with other feed. his own plan, however, is to raise a supply (a quarter-acre this year) bind into bundles, store for winter, and throw into the hen-house from time to time where pecking out the seeds will afford necessary exercise, as well as add to the desirable variety in diet. Another favorite, and very profitable product of his, as he tells the Rural New Yorker, is the black currant, of which he lately sold 19 bushels. Neither insects, birds, chickens, or boys molest the bush or fruit. The yield is always heavy. There is nothing better for pie, pudding or preserve, while the jelly is valuable in all ailments of the throat, and a little mixed with cold water makes a most delicious and refreshing drink.

TIME TO TRANSPLANT CURRANTS – Says a writer in the Chicago Times: Almost all persons regard spring as a better time than autumn in which to set out trees, vines, shrubs, and bushes. An exception, however, is made in the case of currants. The bushes commence to grow in the spring long before the ground is in condition to be worked. If transplanted as early as possible, most of the young sprouts will be destroyed while the growth of the old stalks will be checked. By setting out bushes in the fall a gain of a year’s growth may be secured. When transplanting them they should be pruned by cutting away considerable of the old wood. After they have been in their new positions a few days and the ground has become settled over the roots, it is best to apply a coating of manure. This will stimulate their growth in the spring, and help secure a crop the season after they are planted out. = [Exchange.

PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS An imperious Caesar – The Sheriff.

Motto for bakers – Dare to dough right.

Remark of the oyster September 1: “Here we R again.”

The maturinal song of the rooster: “My gallant crew. Good morning!”

The kangaroos are dying out. They have for years been on their last legs.

Young ladies birthdays come only biennially after they are 25, and often appear with even less frequency.

“Have you a mother-in-law?” asked a man of a disconsolate-looking person. “No,” he replied,” but I have a father in jail.”

A writer stated in a recent obituary notice that “the deceased was born in his native town, where he has ever since resided.”

Mrs. Patterson, speaking of the repaid manner in which evil deeds were perpetrated, said that it only required two seconds to fight a duel.

Old tortoises can now take a back seat. A bedbug was caught in a country boarding house the other day that had the legend, “G. W., 1776” cut on its back.

The Dutch word for insurance company is Levensvcrzekeringmaatschappy. There are plenty of people who would call some of the insurance companies by worse names than that if they could only invent them.

Teacher, to boy who has to be corrected frequently – “Can you tell me where the Blue Ridge is?” Boy – (rubbing his shoulder) – “No, but I can tell you where the black-and-blue ridge is.” He is treated more ridgerously than ever before, now.

An uptown man when asked last evening if he was a member of a certain church, replied, “Well, I dunno; b’lieve I am a sort of a member of something. Anyhow, when they have a donation I always send something along.”

Boyhood is candid, and middle age, though it may think the same things, is reticent. “What part,” asked a Sunday School teacher, “of the burial of Sir john Moore do you like best?” He was thoughtful for a moment, and then replied: “Few and short were the prayers we said.”

ROMANCE Soft as silk with golden hair, Bright as stars were her eyes of blue. Truly I love me lady fair; Truly my lady loved me, too. Did it break my heart when my love lay dead? Why, bless your heart, she didn’t die. Time wrought changes as it onward sped: She loves another – so do I.

To tell the truth, we are surprised that the women folk show the amount of common sense they do. Young man, supposing you were told, say 20 times a day, how bright your eyes are, what magnificent tresses are you are, how enchanting your society is, how nicest, sweetest, best you are; how long, think you, before you would develop into the assiest kind of a jackass – always provided you were not one at the start? - [Boston Transcript

Notice a woman when she receives a telegram. How it does scare her! She trembles like a dish of jelly, and imagines all sorts of things. her husband has fallen down the hatchway at his warehouse. Her Johnny has gone out sailing and is drowned. Her sister Martha has been scalded to death. Nothing short of a fatal accident quite fills the bill of her imagination. When she finally summons courage to tear open the envelope, she finds a message from her husband warning her that he will bring a customer home to dinner, and she immediately calls her children together and instructs them not to ask twice for raspberries, as there’s just enough to go around, and gives the visitor a few extras. – [Puck

QUARANTINE GRIEVANCES. ADVENTURES OF A LOUISIANA PLANTER ON HIS WAY HOME FROM THE VIRGINIA SPRINGS – from the New Orleans Times Ex-Governor Paul O. Hebert, who, by the way, was the Governor of Louisiana who approved the original quarantine law of 1855, dropped into the Times office yesterday, to relate some of his quarantine experiences, while on his way hither from the Virginia Springs. The Governor may be allowed to tell his story in his own way: “I have been spending the summer at the Montgomery White, and would have remained longer but that I received a telegram stating that a portion of my sugar house had taken wings during the storm and departed upon an exploring expedition into the adjacent cane field. Anticipating some trouble in the quarantine district, I obtained, before leaving, a certificate from the resident physician of the springs, staying that I had been at the springs for a month or more, and was in a perfect state of health. I had added to this certificate some additional details of how I ad not been in an affected place this year; how I had had yellow fever in years past, etc. stating further that I was a native of Louisiana and have particular business calling me home. Thus fortified, I started on my journey and progressed without accident or event until I neared the city of Montgomery. Some 15 miles out from that place there appeared a grand looking individual clad in uniform with brass buttons, a military cap, and wearing on his manly bosom a pewter soup-plate impressed with letters representing some cabal or other. To me, being the first man on the first seat in the sleeper, this formidable officer presented himself. he asked me where I was from and whither I was going. I produced the certificate and exhibited it. he read it. he then pulled out a printed list of questions and propounded them to me, writing down my answers. Question – Where are you from? Answer – Virginia. Q. – Where are you going? A – To New Orleans Q. – Have you been in any infected place within fourteen days? A. – Did not you read my certificate? No. Q. – Are you alone? A. Yes Q. – Is your wife with you. A. No. Q. – How many children have you with you? A. – I have already told you I am alone. If you will read that certificate of mine you will not ask me all those questions. The officer said he had read it, but had forgotten part of it. I told him he had a remarkably short memory. Upon this he said: “Well, you must keep in this car, and by no means get out of it.” “What for?” I demanded. “Because of the quarantine regulations,” he answered. “Whose?” “The Montgomery quarantine.” “Where’s Montgomery.” “Down the road a piece.” “What is it? A ferry or what?” The officer seemed taken aback by this, but he replied, “Why, it is the capital city of the State of Alabama, sir.” “Ah!” I exclaimed, “and, please, what is Alabama?” The gaily dressed official was so stunned by this that he could not find words to express his astonishment. he closed his book with a bang, and imagining, perhaps, he had to do with a lunatic, turned upon his heel and pounced upon a widow lady two seats further on. When we arrived at Montgomery, I felt the cravings of hunger, and went to the door to get out of the car, intending to visit the eating-house near by. The door was locked, and a ferocious looking man on the outside told me in a peremptory tone to go away from there. I remonstrated, and told him I was in need of some food, and went further to state that I had to have some. The man then told me that I could order what I wanted and it would be brought to the train. I was so mad I could hardly contain myself, but several other passengers here joined me and proposed that a general order should be sent out. I ordered a glass of milk and paid two prices for it, as did the other passengers for the food they had. I suppose the extra charge was in some way the premium of an insurance policy upon the life of the waiter who had the bardihood to enter the sleeper. I found now that not only had the door been shut and locked, but all the windows had been carefully closed to keep germs from getting out of the car. It is pretty warm in Alabama at this time of the year, and we soon became oppressed with the heat, and a lady passenger fainted. At the risk of being impaled by the angry citizens of Montgomery, I raised a window. The passengers were equally alarmed and astonished at my temerity, but no evil consequences followed my rash act. I tell you, this Montgomery system is a tremendous farce. They cooped us unoffending people up there for an hour without any excuse whatever. What makes the system more contemptible, is that it is entirely inconsistent. The passengers in the sleepers are considered infected and are treated as such, yet a quarantine officer goes in and out among them and from them into the town and then back to the quarantine station. Are his clothes especially warranted not to carry germs? Then there is the waiter, who enters every sleeper that passes up or down the road. is he guaranteed against infection? I assert that of all the frauds in this country the quarantine fraud practiced at Montgomery is the worst. I can not conceive of civilized beings, living in a free country like this, in the last quarter of the nineteenth century, believing and practicing such tomfoolery.

DIME NOVELS The influence of dime novel literature is very apparent in the city of New York. Every once in a while the police run across a nest of boys who have banded together for the purpose of committing crimes of one kind or another. Lately, a band of these young criminals, who had their headquarters about the Grand Central depot, was captured. The leader is about fifteen years of age, and the ages of the boys who make up this band range between seven and nine years. They amused themselves in picking pockets and in robbing school children. This band had bound itself together by a most horrible oath, the form of which they found in one of these pernicious dime novels. There is a law against the sale of impure and obscene literature, and there ought certainly to be a law prohibiting the sale of dime novels, and of all literature of the dime novel class. These pernicious stories which raise thieves, robbers and murderers to the dignity of heroes, and which make crime more attractive than virtue are powerful agents increasing the number of our criminals. Certainly, something ought to be done to keep the minds of our boys from being poisoned. – [New Orleans Times.

The extreme length of Illinois, north and south, is 378 miles. The width of the State varies, being at one section 210 miles; but the average width is 150 miles, more or less. The area of the State is 55,415 square miles, over 35,000,000 acres.

To make the world a better, lovelier and happier is the noblest work of man or woman.


THE VERNON CLIPPER ALEXANDER COBB, Editor and Proprietor ALEX. A. WALL, Publisher $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1879

The Congressional contest in this the 6th District is becoming somewhat alluring, in its (we think premature) progress for candidates. We find from the different papers that there is quite a number whose services would be so valuable that their friends almost force them to consent to enter the contest. – Among the list spoken is HON. NEWTON CLEMMONS of Tuskaloosa, who stands a No. 1, as a gentleman, socially and intellectually, and one in our opinion, would be an honor to the district. Also our old friend and a Fayette raised boy, JAMES M. VANHOOSE, ESQR., who stands as high in the scale of wisdom and integrity, as a politician and gentleman, and as the best citizen of the State. We only hear from rumor that our former Representative HON. G. W. HEWITT is in the field, of whom we all, of the district, have a knowledge of his valuable services while a member, and, we say what we believe, that there can be no better man selected for the position than he, the old tried and true to his constituents. While we regret to lose the valuable services of HON. B. B. LEWIS, we have no objection to the election of either of the three aspirants. When the people make a choice, we are willing to yield, and can do so with as good grace as any man in the district. There is one thing we would like to know how it is, that the only qualified and good man, are to be found either in Tuskaloosa or Jefferson, for Representative in Congress? Is it because the only talent we have is in one or the other of those two counties? No, it is not that, for Pickens, Lamar, Marion, Winston, and Walker have as much natural intellect as either of those, but we will admit that perhaps we are not as well educated in some portions of the district as they, yet we have men with talent and honesty enough to make good representative for us, and we are for a divide of honors. We call on the young men of the district of those counties to step forth and demand your share of the honors; and not remain as we older men have always done, mere “hewers of wood and drawers of water,” but lay aside that modesty which (to your credit be it said) you possess and step into the slimy pool of politics and purify its waters. We have heard since the above was penned that FRANCIS JUSTICE, ESQR., of Pikeville, is an aspirant; he is a man of talent, and one that would make us a good representative in any legislative body, either in Congress or elsewhere. – [Ed.

The U. S. Government will soon issue the first volume of the history of the war compiled from Confederate and Federal War Papers in the archives at Washington. The history purports to be impartial and is edited by a Confederate and a Federal General. The book will be sold for what it cost the Government to print it.

Uniontown Press: Three little boys out squirrel hunting Wednesday, on Major MAJOR JEFFRIES’ Plantation, got a squirrel up a tree in the fork. Two of them climbed up to run him from his hiding place, which they did, and the one of the ground with the gun, shot at the squirrel, which he missed, but struck both the boys. One of them is not expected to live.

A young man sent twenty-five cents to a New York firm for the purpose of learning “how to get along without a blotter in writing” and received the answer: “Write with a lead pencil.”

THAT BOY – A SHORT STORY FOR MOTHERS – by Mrs. D. A. Chamberlain One pleasant day in the early part of summer, Max Fennimore stood leaning listlessly over the gate in front of his father’s house. But his listless manner suddenly changed to animation, for, on looking down the street, he saw Frank Jones coming. Frank was holding fast to a string, to the other end of which was attached a beautiful kite. Max opened the gate and ran to meet him. “Oh, Frank!” he cried, “please let me fly your kite awhile.” “Well,” said Frank, good-naturedly. “But hold fast to the string, for she pulls like a span of horses.” Max took hold of the string carefully; and as he watched the kite floating among the very clouds, and felt it tugging at the string as if impatient with the tie that held it to the earth, he was filled with the utmost delight. He thrust his disengaged hand into his pocket, and drew forth a lead pencil, a gaily striped tin pen-holder, a chunk of red chalk, the neck of a broken bottle, a piece of rubber, and a bit of colored glass – all of which he offered to give in exchange for the kite, but without success. Finally he drew forth a new pocket knife. “See here, Frank!” said he, “I will give you this knife, if you will let me have this kite.” Frank was several years older than Max. he had no intention of taking an unfair advantage of his young friend. “The kite is not worth near so much as your knife,” said he. “Let me take the string and I will bring the kite down. I can show you in a very few minutes how to make one for yourself” Max was delighted. he watched Frank as he slowly wound up the string, and when the kite gave a final plunge to the earth, he ran and got it, and brought it to Frank uninjured. Then the boys sat down on the sidewalk, while Frank explained its construction. “And now,” said Frank, rising to go, “if you have any trouble in balancing it, bring it over to me, and I will fasten on the strings for you.” “All right!” was the reply; and Max ran back to the house, and procuring a piece of pine board, he entered the kitchen. The room presented an appearance of perfect order and neatness; for Mrs. Fennimore was a model housekeeper, and could not tolerate anything like dirt or confusion. There was no one about the house by himself, by the did not consider this an unfavorable circumstance. he set at work with a zeal which soon covered the floor with bits of wood and shavings. He soon ha the frame made, and neatly tacked together. he got a paper with which to cover it, and then began a desperate search for the scissors. He searched through the family sitting-room; overturning his mother’s workbasket, looking through the contents; and in his haste leaving everything in disorder and confusion after him. He at length succeeded in finding a pair, but could find no mucilage to fasten on the cover with, so, procuring a basin, he put in a quantity of flour, and mixing it up with water, soon had a liberal supply of paste. Finally the kite was completed. he set it on the table and looked at it with an air of pride and triumph. Max was an ingenious boy; and it was a nice piece of workmanship for a lad of his age. “Ain’t it a beauty, though?” he exclaimed to himself. “I do believe it is a nicer kite than Frank’s” He stepped backward to take a better look and in doing so, stumbled over the basin, and overturning it, the contents ran out on the floor. Max looked about hem; he had been so absorbed in the construction of his kite, as to be entirely oblivious to the mischief he had been doing. Filled with dismay he ran for the mop, and began a desperate attempt to wipe up the paste. But the harder he worked the further the paste spread, engulfing bits of wood and paper. max was in despair. just at that moment the door opened. Mrs. Fennimore was about to enter, but paused in the doorway; thro’ the door ajar she looked into the other room, and her practiced eye took in the whole scene. “Max Fennimore!” It was only the boy’s name, but there was a significant emphasis and inflection in the tone in which it was uttered. “I didn’t mean to make a muss,” began Max in trepidation. “But I was so busy I didn’t notice what I was doing. Just wait a moment, mother, and I will clean it all up.” And Max began mopping again with desperation. Mrs. Fennimore hastened across the room, and grasping Max by the shoulder, shook him free from the mop handle. “Fennimore!” she exclaimed again, “what have you been doing?” “Making a kite,” and Max glanced ruefully at the beautiful specimen of his skill that stood on the table, as if in triumph at having attained such comely proportions, amid such chaos and confusion. “I will teach you how to make kites!” And Mrs. Fennimore crossed the room, and seizing the fabric crushed it in her hands, and threw it remorselessly into the stove. Then she turned her attention to Max. “Didn’t I tell you before I left home,” she began, “that I should expect to find everything just as I left it when I returned? And now look at these rooms. And this is always the way. I never can leave the house for a half hour but when I return I find it looking as if a hurricane had passed through it. I declare, Max, you will worry the life out of me!” Max was unmoved. It was not so much because he had grown used to this expression, and stood in no fear of his mother’s immediate dissolution; but with the destruction of the kite, his penitence and remorse had suddenly vanished; and he listened to his mother’s words silent and sullen, and would make no promises of better conduct in the future. Mrs. Fennimore became thoroughly provoked, and giving way to her impatience, she pushed Max before her through the hall, and thrust him out the street door. “There!” she exclaimed, “get out of my sight. You are the worst boy I ever saw. There!” throwing his hat out after him, “that is the last I want to see of you!” Mrs. Fennimore was in the habit of giving expression to her impatience in angry words, the full meaning of which she did not stop to realize. Perhaps Max did not notice them much at first, but such harsh and cruel words, although scarce heeded at first have power to return, and echo and re-echo through the heart. She certainly could not have realized that the impression she was making upon her boy’s mind would be as lasting as his existence; that a mother’s manner, her words make up her influence over her child, and follow it always. That they will come back, perhaps in adversity, to strengthen and comfort in their gentleness and loving patience, until will seem almost that her very presence is with him. Or, they may come to him in the hour of temptation, to sting with pain and bitterness, and perhaps turn the balance on the evil side. Max picked up his hat, and drawing it closely down over his head, started slowly down the street, feeling angry and ill nautred. That evening, as the Fennimore family were gathered around the supper table, the eldest daughter entered, looking flushed and excited. “Where has Max been this afternoon?” she asked, “and what has he been doing?” “Why do you ask?” said Mrs. Fennimore, startled by her daughter’s manner. “As I was coming home I saw him and several other boys in the custody of a policemna, going toward the station house.” “Impossible!” exclaimed Mr. Fennimore. “You must be mistaken. It surely could not have been Max.” “No, father, I am not mistaken. I saw him distinctly, and then hurried home to let you know.” Her words brought consternation to the whole family. Mr. Fennimore took up his hat, and leaving his supper untasted, hurried down the street. After Max had left for home in the afternoon, he had fallen in with some boys of disreputable character, who had persuaded him to join them in a fishing excursion down at the mill pond. After fishing sometime with indifferent success, the boys began amusing themselves by throwing stones through the windows of the mill – which was not running at the time, when they were arrested by a police officer. Two or three of the boys had succeeded in making their escape before they had reached the station. Max was one of the number. Mr. Fennimore could obtain no clue to his whereabouts. Neither of his parents, however, felt much alarmed at his absence; presuming him to be frightened, they expected he would return under cover of darkness. “There has something got to be done with that boy,” said Mrs. Fennimore, latter in the evening, letting her work fall idly in her lap, as she addressed her husband. “He is getting to be careless and stubborn that I can do nothing with him. He needs a sterner hand than mine to manage him.” Mr. Fennimore moved uneasily. His thoughts had also been occupied with his son’s welfare. “I have thought sometimes that we are too stern with him now,” he replied. “Perhaps if you would be more patient with him he would be less troublesome.” “I have endeavored to be patient with him. But you have no idea what a trial that boy is. It does seem there is no peace to be had in the house while he is at home. He is continually in mischief of some kind, or teasing his sisters. It was only yesterday that he took Cora’s kitten, and after gluing walnut shucks to its feet, and let it go in the room. Such a mewing and chattering I have never heard. I opened the door just in time to see her dash out through the window. Cora, poor child, was crying as if her heart would break, and Max, he was almost beside himself with delight, as if the combined pleasure of teasing his sister and tormenting the cat was almost too much to be borne.” Mr. Fennimore did not laugh at the recital of the boy’s mischief, as he had often done. He was too deeply troubled. “One thing is certain,” he said decidedly, “the boy has to be kept at home more closely. It will not do to allow him to be gone without knowing where he had been, or what he has been doing; associating with boys who are left to roam the streets in idleness, and grow up in an apprenticeship to vice. He has not yet sufficient strength of principle to resist temptation – few boys of his age have. To give him good moral training is a duty we owe not only him, but to God and society. We cannot always shield him from temptation; but we can see that his first impressions are good and pure; we can educate his moral perceptions, and strengthen his convictions of right, until he will love virtue and hate vice. Then, when temptation does come, he can resist it. But this we can never do if we permit him to run in the streets.” Mrs. Fennimore was impressed by her husband’s words, but she was convinced against her will. It seemed a great trouble to her to have the constant care of Max, when other boys, many of them the sons of respectable parents, were left to amuse themselves in the street. Mr. Fennimore had referred to such as growing up apprentices to vice. Perhaps she did not think of that. How often do we refuse to see our wrong doings until God has laid His hand heavily upon us, and we are made to see our faults through blinding tears. To Mrs. Fennimore Max was no mythical creature, but an actual, veritable reality. A trouble, if she could have it so, but a trouble which she could not thrust entirely from her. She might attempt to leave him in a room alone with his toys, but he would gravitate to her presence again for he was a social being; his boyish heart yearned for the warmth of human love, and human sympathy; and he would have it – she might be sure of that! If he could not find it in her presence, he would seek it where unhallowed fires were kept burning by unfriendly hands. She might leave him to run in the streets, and relieve herself of the trouble of his presence mow, but he would return to her again, when the light, springing step would be changed to manhood’s tread, when the tender lips would be bearded, and a deep bass ring in his tones. But how would he return? Bringing with him that which he had gathered in the byways and hedges? With a song on his lips, and an unsteadiness in his manner, that would make his sisters blush, and would pierce her through and through, and make her bow her head in sorrow and shame? Better might she take a little trouble with her restless, mischievous boy now, than to wait for that after trouble that must come as the whirlwind. The night wore slowly away to the anxious parents, but Max did not return; and when the next day passed without tidings from the missing boy their anxiety became intense. Mr. Fennimore made every effort to find a clue to his whereabouts, but without avail. After Max had made good his escape from the policeman, he concealed himself in a pile of lumber. He was young and very much exaggerated the consequences of his fault, and feared to return to his home. Why should he return and meet his mother’s from and his father’s displeasure? The world lay before him, which to the young holds such possibilities. He was an adventuresome boy and he finally concluded to run away from home. He remained concealed until the twilight began to deepen and the quiet stars came out one by one. As Max looked up; it seemed as if the eye of the all seeing God was looking down upon him from the pure depth above, and better thoughts came into his heart. He at length resolved to return home, and rely upon his father for protection and forgiveness. He gained the street and stated homeward. “You are the worst boy I ever saw! There that is the last I want to see of you!” His mother’s thoughtless, impatient words came to him now; and to his heart, tender and penitent, they came freighted with full meaning. he sank down upon the roadside and moaned, as if in pain. Again there was a short decisive struggle in the boy’s mind. Then he arose and again went on his way, but his heart and his feet were turned from his home. Mrs. Fennimore was not troubled with Max now. There were no dark footprints on the floors when the days were wet. The dog and car reposed side by side upon the hearth rug, unmolested. The sisters brought in to complaint; the house was very still and quiet now, but oh, how desolate! It was a desolation worse that death. What would she not give if she could now but for one night where the restless head was pillowed! Mrs. Fennimore went about her daily household cares like one nearly distracted. Her thoughts were continually with her son. She thought of him as when at first he lay, a …[CONTINUED ON THIRD PAGE]

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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On Sunday last we doned our best, saddled up and took a trip to Cansler;s Church in Moscow Beat, the weather being just cool enough to make it pleasant. We arrived at the place about 11 o’clock, and found a very large assemblage of people already in attendance, at least four or five hundred persons of all ages and sex, from the infant in its mother’s arm to the aged matron and sire of 80. The attendance of so many persons was because it was the day appointed for the funeral of that most estimable lady, and devoted Christian, Mrs. SALLIE LACY, which was [reached by the Rev. E. F. S. ROBERTS, from the 22 chapter and 5th verse of Revelations: “And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light; and they shall reign forever and ever.” We think one of the most appropriate test, and was the ablest handled by the speaker that we ever listened to, holding the audience spell bound for about one hour and a half, not the least thing to cause a disturbance, and we must say the best behavior we have seen for a long time at church. Moscow showed themselves up in their proper light, that is in the light of knowledge and kindness; and when we peak of their kindness, we must return our heartfelt thanks to the many noble hearted ones who were solicitous and anxious for us to partake of their hospitalities at their homes, and while we could not do -----(CAN’T READ) ---that occasion, we say to them we will accept in the future, and not forget the many pressing invitations on that day. With the memory of the past we never think of times gone by without a feeling of deep gratitude for Moscow beat, and look upon her as one of our beacon stars. May the entire beat long enjoy the blessings of earth, and when called hence to their everlasting home, may they all rise triumphantly and go to rest there to meet our beloved friend and departed one whose funeral was preached on that day – [Ed.

Every parent should read the story on 2d page of this issue. It is fraught with the suffering of one dear mother who, without thinking, carelessly drove her own loved boy from her. Speak gentle dear parents, you not what a harsh remark towards a son or daughter may cause.

MR. ROBT. LACY returned from Jefferson last week, whither he had been to see his parents. His father came with him, and spent several days with this brothers and sisters hers and in the county. BOB tells us of an extensive bird hunt he and several other gentlemen was in; having caught 349.

MRS. MARTHA POTTS, arrived in Philadelphia on the 10th, ahead of time having completed her tramp from that city to New Orleans and back for a wager of $5,000. She says she experienced the kindest treatment all along the line of her travel, was never molested or insulted. Her whole expenses were not over $25. Her greatest days walk was 36 miles and her average walk was 21. She is a native of North Carolina. Mrs. POTTS left Philadelphia on May 13th. The distance traveled being 2,600.

A Boston dentist filled the hollow of a New Yorker’s aching tooth with arsenic, last Monday, to kill the nerve. The nerve is dead. It may be well enough to add that the man is in the same unfortunate condition.

See Sheriff’s Sale in this issue.

JUDGE ALEXANDER MCKINSTRY, of Mobile, died in that city a few days ago, age about fifty six years.

SHORT STORY “THAT BOY” CONTINUED …smiling infant in her arms; of how deeply she felt the responsibility of this heaven impressed trust; how the babe grew in strength and beauty; until he was a joy to look upon. And yet, it was this same winsome child that now brought her all this heaviness of heart. How had the change come about? Gradually the revelation came. How often when wearied in body and mind by her household cares, had she given way to a spirit of fretfulness, and spoken impatiently to her loving child, chilling the warm affections of the little human flower, that looked to her for its sunshine, and blunting in it finer sensibilities, until he grew careless, indifferent, and unmindful of her wishes, and rendered her obedience through fear, uninspired by love. And then the remembrance of the last words which she has spoken to her son came back to her and filled her with sorrow and remorse. What if they should be the last words he should ever hear fall from her lips! The though was more than she could bear. “My son! Oh, My son!” she cried aloud in an agony o grief; but she felt that it was too late, that he passed beyound the sound of her voice and beyound the reach of her influence. The days lengthened into weeks, and Mr. Fennimore gave up all search as hopeless and advertised for intelligence from his missing boy. One day a letter came. It was written by a farmer’s hand, cramped by years of toil. It took the whole family to decipher it. But what joy it brought to them all for it contained information concerning Max. He was at the writer’s house safe and well. Mr. Fennimore lost no time in going in quest of his son. It was with a feeling of unspeakable thankfulness that Mrs. Fennimore clasped Max in her arms, with tall the depth and tenderness of a mother’s love. This reception was so different from that Max had expected that he threw his arms about her neck, and wept glad tears of joy and repentance. It would, perhaps, be needless to say that Mrs. Fennimore never felt that Max was a trouble again. And Max, seeing the interest which she felt in his amusements, began to consult her in the construction of his carts, windmills, waterwheels, and the like; and Mrs. Fennimore found a real pleasure in assisting him, which she had never before dreamed possible. But the noisy period of a boy’s existence, although of a sufficiently long duration, does not last always. As max grew older he took a greater interest in reading and study. But the tender tie of sympathy established between mother and son still existed. She was still his most intimate friend and counselor. Mr. Fennimore regarded this with deep gratification, for he knew that such an influence would not fail to develop a perfect manhood.

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.

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The Calaboose had three occupants this week.

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.

LAND OFFICE AT HUNTSVILLE, Alabama, Sept. 3d, 1879 Notice is hereby given that the following named settlers has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, and secure final entry thereof at the expiration of thirty days from this notice, viz: HENRY G. STANDFORD for the W ½ NW ¼ Sec 7 T 13 R 14 West and names the following as his witnesses, viz: KATIE HAWKINS, of Lamar County, and G. F. HAWKINS, of Lamar County. JNO. M. CROSS, Register

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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BUTTAHATCHIE MALE AND FEMALE SEMINARY Monroe County, Miss. (nine miles west of Moscow, Ala.) The first session of this Institution will open on the 3rd Monday in June 1879, and continue 4 scholastic months. Board, including washing, lights, etc. from $1.50 to $5 per month. Tuition $1.50 to $2.00, $2.50 and $2.75 per month of 20 days. For particulars address the Principal. B. H. WILDERSON. Moscow, Lamar Co., Ala.

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Four days after the Prince Imperial’s death Ceteywayo sent the Prince’s sword to Lord Chermsford with a letter, saying he returned it because he heard that it had belonged to an English prince. Nothing could have been more prince-like than this.

The beautiful ebony table on which Napoleon III signed the declaration of war, in July 1870, has just been added to the Hobenzollern Museum at Berlin. Beside it is a favorite green leather arm chair which was sent to him while a prisoner at Wilhelmshoshe.

The Paris correspondent of the London Times describes the present Sultan of Turkey as a prey to apprehensions of conspiracies. One can hardly wonder. A single negress, in whom he has absolute confidence, prepares his food, and his coffee is made in his sight.

DAVID THOMSEN, born in Scotland, died in New York recently at the age of 99. His grandfather lived to be 100. David had been employed since 1855 by H. B. Claflin & Co., as postmaster, and was very punctual in the performance of his duties even in his last years.

It came out in a trial in San Francisco that the plaintiff had had the date on his mother’s tombstone changed, in order to make it appear that she had died a year earlier than was the fact, as under the law then in force, the mother’s half of community property went to the children.

A writer in an English magazine suggests a new vocation for women – that of gardeners. While women are feeling most deeply their exclusion from the ordinary walks of life, why should they not take up a profession to which there is no barred door, and one so infinitely suited to their tastes.

The painter Ingres says: “To give a true poise to the figure necessitates an upright carriage of the head and a smooth, firm step. To give this he recommends a long walk daily with a pitcher of water on the head. The hint is being acted upon by the lady pupils of an eminent French actor.”

Ex-Governor Seymour has been doing a kindly deed. he invited to his farm at Utica, N. Y. the Sisters of Charity from the Asylum, with the orphans under their charge, and with his family spent the day in cordially entertaining the good women and the little ones, who seemed to enjoy themselves greatly.

People are sometimes apt to say that they don’t call any one a relation who is more remote than a second cousin at furtherst, but when the present Earl of Breadalbane succeeded his twelfth cousin in the possession of Taymouth Castle, the finest seat in Scotland, with $300,000 a year, he felt that relationship might be recognized even at that distance.

Voudouism has invaded Springfield, Mass. A young mulatto woman of that city prophesied the death of a child, the son of her employer, and in order to gain a reputation as a prophetess among the blacks she murdered the child by giving him arsenic. The woman failed in gaining a reputation as a prophetess, but will succeed in gaining the gallows.

“There is a small fever blister on my lower lip. I wonder where I got it. Are such things catching?” wrote ex-Congressman N. O. Ross to Mrs. Emily Bell, of Mansfield, O. Mrs. Bell being a grass widow and Mr. Ross a bachelor. That was in the summer of 1877, and now Mrs. Bell, who has just sued Mr. Ross for breach of promise, shows the original love letters of the retired statesman with the fever blister.

An English professor and a Baltimore young woman were recently wrecked at nightfall in a rock cove near Mt. Desert, Me. They had entered the cavern with a small boat, and were sitting on the rocks, when a big wave swamped the craft. The professor plunged into the surf and gathered the pieces of the wreck for a fire, and the couple remained in their prison overnight. In the morning they were rescued by fishermen, who were astonished to see smoke rising from a cleft in the rocks of an uninhabited island.

A singular fact in connection with Rarus, the famous trotter purchased by Bonner the other day, is that he is without a pedigree, his paternal progenitor being unknown. Mr. Bonner has invested a small fortune in horseflesh. Startle cost him $20,000; Dexter $33,000, and Grafton, $15,000. Goldsmith Maid and Jay Gould represent $35,000 each; Lady Thorn $30,000; Socrates, $26,000; Lucy, $25,000; Tattler, $17,000; Rosalind, $13,000 and Gen. Knox, $10,000. The “great fatherless” stands $1,000, therefore, beyound all save Pocahontas.

The cheekiest man in the State showed up at the West Madison Street Station yesterday, says the Chicago Tribune. While chopping in his own wood-shed he lost his watch, which dropped out of his vest-pocket. He went to the station and asked that two policemen be sent with him to recover the watch, as there was a large quantity of wood to be moved in order to get at it. He also requested that the item be withheld from the press. He was not accommodated, and went off in an angry mood.

A party of railroad workmen digging in a side-cut on the Utica Division of the Delaware, Lackawana, and Western Railroad, about a mile from Oxford, unearthed a white, hard stone about the size and shape of a hen’s egg, upon one side of which is rudely carved a human head with eye-sockets, one of which is filled with gold. The stone is hollow, and is believed to be an ancient Indian relic, probably representing an object of worship. It will be sent to a New York archaeological expert.

Over the grave of a 3-year-old child buried near Midford, Conn., last year, a beautiful white swan has ever since kept constant watch, scarcely leaving the mound even to eat. Anyone who attempts a near approach is greeted with the bird’s shrill cries and preparation for an attack. The swan’s mate endeavored for some time to induce her companion to return to the lake, but without success, and eventually died of grief. Hundreds of people have visited the cemetery to witness the singular conduct of this self-stationed sentinel.

A Russian nobleman, Pantelceff, who died in 1875, bequeathed one million rubles to a body of peasants, to be used for the special purpose of purchasing land from their former masters. The relatives of the deceased nobleman tried to break the will, and brought the case into court, where it has been let for years. At last the Czar himself has confirmed the original will, and on the 8tjh of August directions were issued to full its provision. As the capital is not sufficient to benefit all the peasant referred to, lots will have to be case to determine who shall be recipients of land.

A susceptible young man was jilted at Charlotte, N. C. He went to a house where the girl was spending the evening with a party of her own sex, and asked to see her. She refused him an interview, and he could not even get into the house. He declared that he did not desire to live longer, and was going to kill himself, then and there. The girls came out on the doorsteps and said they were ready to witness the suicide. Then he drew a knife, Made a feint of stabbing himself, fell on the grass, writhed as though in death agony, and screamed at the top of his voice. By thus frightening the girls he might have gone away with flying colors had they not, as a restorative drenched him with pails of ice-water.

Wild beasts make awful havoc among the cattle of some of the Russian provinces. In the province of Novgorod, for example, the horses and cows of the peasant daily fall victims. The authorities of that province have during the past ten years tried every possible way of rooting out the wolves and bears, but without any noticeable success. In the year 1878, the loss then ran as high as 1,500 heads of cattle. At its last session the Zemstvo decided to offer a reward of five roubles to every person who shall kill a wolf , old or young, and ten roubles for each bear killed during the summer, the money to be paid from the provincial fund. Strychnine pills are recommended for the destruction of the wild beasts.

Among the consequences of the Glasgow Bank failure has been a breach of promise case. The lady belongs to Glasgow, the gentleman to Greencok, both of them being people of some wealth. The lady held some of the stock of the bank, and when the crash came, although the marriage invitations had actually been issued, the gentleman cried off until it was ascertained how far he would be affected as her husband. After the decision of the House of Lords that no liability would extend to him, it was expected that he would at once complete his engagement, but for some reason or other he had changed his mind, and positively refused to do so. After all persuasion had failed an action claiming 3,000 pounds was raise, which he compromised by paying 1,000 pounds.

Upward of 1,000 letters from the West have been forwarded to the Dead letter office, bearing the address of Merrs. Stone & Smith, Chicago. The fact that they always contained daguerreotypes, with instructions as to how they should be enlarged, caused an investigation by the Post Office Officials. The result shows that George C. Ford is traveling throughout the Western States representing himself to be the agent of the firm mentioned, and solicits orders on commission. after receiving the commission, he writes out a memorandum to the firm, and disappears for a new field of operations. No such firm as Stone & Smith exist, consequently the persons transacting business with Ford are swindled. The special agents are on the alert for the imposter.

An English workman thus testifies in the English Mechanic: “In very many things our manufactures are not fit to be shown in the same street with American ones; and this is not merely in knick-knacks and little ingenuities, as to which it is tolerably evident we have not pretension to enter into comparison. I only invite any one who doubts my statement to compare such a rough, common matter as ‘cut nails’. Our rubbish, with half of them split up, which tends to turn round in the wood and split it, and with conical heads, looks very poor against the straight, clean nails, with well formed heads, which the Americans used to send to Australia, and which, when I had once seen the, prevented me from every buying an English nail again as long as I could get the American ones.”

DISCOVERY OF A REMARKABLE CAVE IN ALGERIA The Courier, of Tiemeen, Algeria, describes an interesting discovery, recently made, at the cascades near that place. Some miners had blasted an enormous rock near the cascades, and, on the removal of the debris, found it had covered an large opening into a cave, the floor of which was covered with water. Constructing a rude raft, and providing themselves with candles, the workmen sailed along this underground river, which at a distance of sixty meters was found to merge into a large lake of limpid water. The roof of the cavern was very high and covered with stalactites, the brilliant colors of which sparkled in the light of the candles. Continuing their course, the workmen had at certain places to navigate their craft between the stalactites which, meeting stalagmites from the bed of the lake, formed massive columns which looked as if they had been made expressly to sustain the enormous arches. Thus they reached the extremity of the lake, where they notices a large channel extending southward. This is supposed to be a large fissure which has baffled exploration hitherto at Sebdon, and which connects the cascades with that locality, and thus with the mysterious sources of the Rafna,. It is possible that here they have found an immense natural basin, supplied by powerful sources, and sending apart of its waters toward the lake, while the rest goes to Sebdon. The workmen estimated the distance underground traversed by them at three kilometers, and the breadths of the lake at two. They brought out with them a quantity of fishes, which swarmed round the raft, and which were found to be blind.

A REMARKABLE PRISONER. HOW A FRENCH WOMAN’S GREED LED HER TO KILL THREE PEOPLE. (Parts Correspondence London Standard) One of the most remarkable cases of wholesale poisoning since the days of Brinvilliers and Palmer was concluded today (Aug. 14) at Aix. The prisoner, a middle-aged woman named Baptistine Philip, was accused of having poisoned her mistress, her uncles, and then her husband. In 1871 she was in the service of an old widow named Martin, who was known to possess a round sum of money. The prisoner had not been there more than a month before the aged lady was taken ill and died in convulsions. The house was searched by her relatives, but nothing save a few stray francs were found. In spite of these suspicious circumstances no proceedings were taken against the servant. The prisoner then returned to the house of her husband, who lived with his uncle, an elderly widower in possession of a small fortune. In a short time the prisoner, according to the indictment, became the uncle’s mistress, and ultimately induced him to make a will in favor of her husband. A few weeks after this, in June, 1876, the uncle died suddenly, and, although the neighbors suspected foul play, still nothing was said to the police. The prisoner now got her husband to make a will in her favor. She the formed the acquaintance of a young man in the neighborhood, a clerk to the Mayor of Lambese, and was afterwards heard to express her regret that she was not a widow, so that she might get married to him. Eventually, on the 31st of November, 1878, her husband was taken ill, and died suddenly in terrible agony. The neighbors were at last aroused to action. The police were informed of the prevailing suspicions, and the prisoner was arrested. The body of her husband was examined, and the doctors found a quantity of arsenic in it. This led to the exhuming of the bodies of the old widow and the uncle, and the same poison was discovered in both. The trial occupied several days. On the first day the Judge questioned the prisoner, ad found he had met his match. The Judge began thus: “You knew where to look when your designs necessitated the use of the substances of which you have made such criminal use?” The prisoner replied, “I never even knew where those substances were to be found, and even if I had known—“ The Judge interrupted her, and went on to state that she had poisoned the widow Martin. To this the prisoner retorted that she did of choleric diarrhea, where upon the Judge said he had since retracted that statement. Coming as the second case of alleged poisoning, the Judge having stated that a doctor was called in to see the victim, and stopped the vomiting the prisoner quickly interrupted and said, “The n it was not poison.” So the unequal struggle went on till at the end of the interrogatoire, the Judge having made the usual observation to the prisoner, “That is you system of defends.” the prisoner exclaimed, ”Ah! God in Heaven! You do not need a system when you have done nothing.” The hearing of the witnesses then began. Several exciting incidents took place during the examination with regard to the death of the old lady, Martin. The prisoner, on being asked what had become of the money the deceased was known to have on the premises, replied that her mistress a few days before her death paid a large sum to the washer-woman. This person was forthwith called, and she denied the statement, on which the accused called her all sorts of ugly names and the Judge had to reprimand her. Respecting the death of her uncle, she also stoutly denied the evidence of witnesses to the effect that she had become his mistress and was jealous when he talked of getting married. The evidence concerning the prisoner’s husband showed him to have been a weal-minded man, passionately fond of his wife. Here the accused exclaimed, ”I was the happiest of women; why should I have destroyed that happiness by killing him, as you pretend?” M. Isidore Blane, Secretary to the Mayor of Lambese, said he made the acquaintance of the prisoner shortly after her husband’s death. The accused denied it, and ridiculed the idea of her falling in love with a man old enough to be her father. Another important witness was a chemist named Girard, in whose service the prisoner had been before she became the servant of the old widow lady, Martin. He said that the key of her trunk opened the cupboard where he kept his poisons. A woman named Honorat declared that the prisoner, when her husband was taken ill, said she wold go to the chemist and prepare the medicine herself if the chemist was not at home. The medical evidence was then taken. Both the doctors who attended the three deceased persons, and the experts, declared they had never come across such conclusive proofs of poisoning as those they had discovered in their post-mortem examinations. The experts had, be means of the Marsh apparatus, detected in all the bodies a large quantity of arsenic, which was shown to the jury in glass tubes. Here the Judge reminded the prisoner that she was the only person who attended the deceased on their sickness, and the only person by their side when they died. To this she replied,” If is fatality, it is a mystery; I know nothing, only that I am innocent.” The trial ended with the prisoner being found guilty, “with extenuating circumstances,” of course, and she was sentenced to hard labor for life.


TOMATO PICKLE – Take the small-sized round tomatoes, those which are called “volunteers”; wash thoroughly and dry. Take a knitting needle, pass it once or twice through each tomato; get a large jar and put in a layer of salt on bottom, then layers of tomatoes and salt until the jar is full; Let them remain for a week. To each gallon of tomatoes take four ounces of ground mustard, four ounces of ground pepper, one ounce of cloves, and twelve small onions which have been sliced. Take out tomatoes from jar, wipe them and replace again in the jar, putting in the above ingredients as layers of tomatoes are made. Heat vinegar almost to boiling point and pour on the tomatoes. The tomatoes will keep their form and color.

HAM PIE – Cut the ham into very small pieces; boil rice soft; beat the eggs and mix with rice and ham. Season with pepper, and a little fine chopped onion. Put this in a deep pan, and bake a short time. When cold it can be cut in slices and put between bread for sandwiches.

MIXED PICKLES – Boil the beans till they are tender, then pour them into boiling vinegar. Scald the cucumbers and put them in. Slice the onions and the cauliflower and scald them. Tie two ounces of allspice, two of cloves and a quarter pound cinnamon bark in a bag and put in.

TO PICKLE PEACHES. One gallon of vinegar, four pounds of brown sugar, five or six cloves in each peach; make the vinegar hot, add the sugar, boil and skim it well. Pour the vinegar boiling hot over them, then cover, and set in a cold place for ten days. Drain off vinegar, make it hot, skim again, and pour it over the peaches. Let them become cold. Secure as for jam. Unripe peaches are best.

VEAL LOAF – To three pounds of veal and three-quarters of a pound of salt pork, chopped very fine together (having removed all lean parts, and the rind from the pork), add a half dozen rolled crackers, two eggs, and pepper. Mix together, and press firmly into a baking-dish. Put bits of butter over the top, and spread with rolled crackers (one-half dozen); bake three-quarters of an hour, and slice when cold.

SPONGE DROPS – Mix half pound powdered sugar and the yolks of four eggs well together, add quarter pound flour, the juice of one lemon and half the rind; then add in small quantities the well beaten whites; drop on buttered paper two or three inches apart. Try one, and if it runs, beat the mixture well, and add a little flour. The oven should be very hot – the cakes delicately browned.

TO SET THE COLOR IN STOCKINGS – When washed for the first time, use a little ox-gall (it can be procured at the druggist’s); use it in the first water only. Also have one teaspoonful of powdered borax to every pail of hot water. Use very little soap. After the first use of ox-gall borax will answer every purpose. Do not let the stockings remain long in any water; hand in the shad to dry.

BAKED HAM – Make a thick paste of flour and water (not boiled) and cover the entire ham with it, bone and all. Put in a pan on a spider, or two muffin rings, or anything that will keep it an inch from the bottom, and bake in a hot over. If a small ham, fifteen minutes for each pound; if large, twenty minutes. The oven should be hot when put in. The paste forms a hard crust round the ham, and the skin comes off with it. Slice very thin, when cold, for sandwiches.

DRIED FRUITS – A bushel of dried apples, weighing about fifty pounds, will furnish about seven pounds of good dried fruit, or, if the cores are not cut out, nor the skins removed, there will be nine dried pounds. There is consequently about eighty-two percent of water in the apples; but fruits generally have about eighty-five percent. Tomatoes have a much larger percentage, so that one bushel will dry down to three pounds. In drying peaches, the skins and stones being removed, it requites ten fresh bushels to make one dried bushel.

TO CAN GRAPES – Take your clusters of grapes, look them over carefully, cutting out all the imperfect ones with a pair of scissors; then lay them as closely as possible without crushing into the cans. Take your wash-boiler, lay a folded towel on the bottom, set the cans of grapes in as closely as they will stand. For a boiler that will hold a dozen cans pour in about two-thirds of a pail of cold water. Set the boiler on the stove, and let it heat slowly. When boiling, allow it to boil twenty minutes, then set it off. Have boiling sirup of sugar and water, fill up the cans and seal them. We put up all our small fruit in that way, and the cans never break unless over-ripe.

The reason why medical practitioners do not hesitate to prescribe Dr. F. Wilhoft’s Anti-Periodic or Fever and Ague Tonic is as follows: Messrs. Wheelock, Finlay & Co, of New Orleans, its proprietors, have published its composition, and physicians have approved it because it contains no dangerous drug, and because it invariably proves successful. It is for sale by all druggists.

Dr. Judge’s Pamphlet on Catarrh, asthma, etc. sent free. Enclose stamp. Dr. J. D. Judge & Co., 79 Beach Street, Boston, Mass.

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Perpetual Sorghum Evaporator. $15, $20, $25 Cheap and durable. Send for circulars, address the only manufacturers, Chapman & Co., Madison, Ind.

$1000 reward for any case of bleeding, blind, itching or ulcerated piles that DeRing’s Pile Remedy fails to cure. Gives immediate relief, cures cases of long standing in 1 week, and ordinary cases in 2 days. Caution. None genuine unless yellow wrapper has printed on it in black a pile of stones and Dr. J. P. Miller’s signature, Phila. $1 a bottle. Sold by all druggists. Sent by mail by J. P. Miller, M. D., Propr., S. W. cor Tenth and Arch Strs. Phila, Pa.

Beautiful “New Style” organ in solid walnut case. 5 octaves and 4 stops only $41. Elegant new 9 stop organ, two full sets reeds only $50. Elegant new Rosewood $800. Parlor upright piano only $141. All sent on 16 days test trial to your home. Illustrated Catalogue free with thousands of reference. Address U. S. Piano & organ Co., New York.

Agents wanted for the Pictorial History of the World. It contains 672 fine historical engravings and 1260 large double-column pages, and is the most complete history of the world ever published. It sales at sight. Send for specimen pages and extra terms to agents, and see why it sells faster than any other book. Address. National Publishing Co., St. Louis, M

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Upright Piano. A magnificent Mandelson Upright. Perfectly new rosewood ….71/2 octaves, triple string, agraffe and all recent improvements for sale at a bargain. Address John McCurdy. 481 Wabash Ave. Chicago.

Best Press Extant. For horse, hand or power. Three years in use. Universal success. Price complete for power, except wood work, only $43.00. Southern Standard Press Co., Meridan, Miss.

Do not begin your singing classes before examining L. O. Emerson’s new book, THE VOICE OF WORSHIP. While containing a large and valuable collection of Church Music in the form of tunes and anthems, it is perfectly fitted for the singing school and convention by the large number of songs, duets, glees, &c. and it well made elementary course. Price, $9.00 per dozen. Specimen copies mailed for $1.00 Send for circulars and catalogues, with full list of standard singing school books. The new 50 cts edition of Pinafore, (complete) sells finely and fantaic $3.00 Sorcerers $1.00 trial by Jury 50 cts. Are in constant demand. Emerson’s Vocal Melody by L. O. Emerson $1.50 is a valuable new book for voice training , containing all the essentials of study, plenty of exercises, and plain explanation, and costing much less than the large works on the same subject. Subscribe now for the Musical Record and receive weekly all the news, and plenty of good music, for $2.00 per year. In Press., White Robes, a charming new Sunday School Song Book. Oliver Ditson, & Co., Boston. Fall and Winter Fashions 1879-80. Mme. Demorest’s Grand Opening of Novel and Beautiful Styles in the Fall and Winter fashions, on Wednesday, September 10th. Mme. Demorest is pleased to announce the opening as especially attractive in wraps, costumes, and evening toilets direct from Paris, and Novelties of design in every department of ladies and children’s dress. Opening simultaneously at No. 5 Rue Scribe, Paris, and 17 Eat and 14th Street, New York, and at all the Agencies in Europe and America. Patterns in all sizes , illustrated and fully described, from 10 to 50 cents each. MME. DEMOREST’S PORT-FOLIO OF FASHIONS. A large and Beautiful Book of 54 folio pages, containing over 700 large illustrations of the latest and best styles, including all the standard and useful designs for ladies and children’s dress, with French and English descriptions, amount of material required, etc. etc. Every lady wants this book. This valuable periodical is also printed in the German language. Price 15 cents. Post free. The Eighteenth Semi-annual issue of Mme. Demorest’s WHAT TO WEAR. Contains the latest information on every department of ladies and children’s dress, including materials, trimmings, traveling, wedding and mourning outfits. Costumes of all descriptions, jewelry, coiffures, millinery, etc. etc. with valuable information for merchants, milliners, dressmakers, and ladies generally. Price 15 cents. Post free. Also, DEMOREST’S ILLUSTRATED JOURNAL. A beautiful, entertaining and comprehensive family paper. This eminently successful journal, with a circulation of over one hundred thousand is printed on fine tinted paper. 16 folio pages, splendidly illustrated, and contains Entertaining literature on various topics, and a brilliant display of the leading styles for ladies and children’s dress. Single copies, 5 cents; Yearly 15 cents. Post free. All of the three publications mailed free for one year on receipt of seventy-five cents in postage stamps. Mme. Demorest, 17 East 14th Street, New York.

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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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