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Vernon Clipper 9 Jan 1880

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



A MICROSCOPIC SERANADE – by Jacob F. Henrici, in Scribern’s “Bric a-Brac”

O come, my love, and seek with me A realm by grosser eye unseen, Where fairy forms will welcome thee, And dainty creatures hail thee queen, In silent pools the tube I’ll ply, Where green confervn – threads lie cu rled, And proudly bring to thy bright eye The trophies of the protest world.

We’ll rouse the stentor from his lair, And gaze into the Cyclops’s eye, In charm and nitella hair The protoplasmic stream descry Forever weaving to and fro With faint molecular melody; And curios rotifers I’ll show, And graceful worticelide.

Where melicertae ply their craft We’ll watch the playful water-bear, And no envenomed hydra’s shaft Shall mar our peaceful pleasure there; But while we whisper love’s sweet tale, We’ll trace, with sympathetic art, Within the embryonic snail The growing rudiment heart.

Where rolls the volvox sphere of green, And plastids move in Brownian dance – If, wandering ‘mid that gentle scene, Two fond amoebae shall perchance Be changed to one beneath our sight By process of biocemsis, We’ll recognize, with rare delight, A type of our prospective bliss.

O dearer thou by far to me In thy sweet maidenly estate Than any seventy-fifth could be, Of aperture however great; Come, go with me, and we will stray Through realm by grosser eye unseen, Where protophytes shall homage pay And protozoan hail thee queen.



There were two of them. One was tall, rather showily attired, not bad looking, but garrulous to a fault. The other was shorter, moderately arrayed, though the extreme garrulousness of the other may have conduced to her silence. They were about thirty each, “old maids,” evidently, from some inland town, and had arrived on the Manhattan grounds just as the “captive” balloon began to ascend. “Jane, ‘spose that’s the balloon, don’t you? I never saw a balloon before. but I know that’s a balloon. What a big thing it is, aint’ it? Shaped like a pear, aint’ it? How it shines don’t it? I wonder what its made of?” Thus the tall one volubly expressed herself at the first “go off” as it were. Jane gazed interestedly at the balloon, but said nothing. “It looks frightful, don’t it, Jane, to see that big thing going up into the air, with them people in the basket underneath? It makes me fidgety, I declare.” “It looks queer, Eliza. But its got a rope to it.” “I know that, but it must be dangerous. Dear me, what do people want to put themselves out for to get into danger, when there’s enough of it round everywhere? Want to say they’ve been up in a balloon, I ‘spose. Wonder how much ‘twould take to get me up in that thing? See it go up and up, Jane.” “I see, Eliza.” “They’re laughing and talking in the basket jes’ so there warn’t no danger! ’Spose the rope would break? ‘Spose a hurricane should come along – where’d they be then? It makes me shudder to think of it. ‘Spose it was struck by lightning! There’s a great black cloud off there. ‘Spose it should bust of itself? Gracious! It makes me crawl all over to think of it, Jane.” “What do want to think of it for then? I don’t” “Of course you don’t. I do. ‘Spose anything should happen to ‘em up there? I guess they’d wish they’d a stayed down here where we are, Jane. Folks always wish they hadn’t when anything happens, but never stop to think they needn’t aforehand.” “Wonder what make it go up, Eliza?” “Go up? Why, they let the rope out, you goose! Don’t you see the rope’s getting longer ‘n longer all the time?” “Yes, I see that, Eliza; but—“She hesitated. The letting out of the rope didn’t appear to be a satisfactory reason with her, for the ascension of the balloon. “Do you ‘spose you’d go up, Eliza, if there was a rope tied to one of your legs, and—“ “Hush! For Mercy’s sake, Jane!” (Spoken in a sharp undertone). “There’s a gentleman there” – (in a whisper, pointing to a man about six feet to the left and front of Jane) – “who must have heard you, I know. I saw him look round and smile. The idea of your speaking out so loud about my – you always speak so plain, Jane, that I’m ashamed of you sometimes. When we’re alone, I don’t care, of course, but when we’re out among people you’d ought to be more careful.” And Eliza rattled on for two minutes, dwelling on the enormity of Jane’s utterance, and trying to impress upon her the necessity of being more discreet in the use of her lingual organ. I suspected that it was more to keep Jane from reverting to her partially uttered supposition, than anything else, that Eliza made so many words, she seeing that the reason ascribed by her for the balloon’s ascension was a ridiculous one. But, as she returned to the subject herself, my suspicion was, of course, well founded. “If they didn’t let the rope out, Jane, of course the balloon couldn’t go up. But that ain’t what makes it go up. I only said so to have you laugh, but you took it so serious. The balloon’s filled with air, you know, and if the rope didn’t hold it, it would go off on its own hook. My! Ain’t it high now? What would you be up there for, Jane? I wouldn’t, not for all the whole world – not for the whole of Hackensack!” “Nor I either, Eliza! And as neither of us has got to go up there, what’s the use of getting worked up about it? I don’t see.” This quietly sensible remark rather took the wind out of Eliza’s sails, so to speak; but they filled away in a moment. “Oh, well, people talk about that they wouldn’t like to do, and would like to – don’t they? All except you; and you never say anything. I sh’d die, if I was as dumb as you. I know I should. Why, I talk like a house afire when I’m all alone to myself, and you’d be as dumb’s an oyster, I know you would. I have disputes, too, with myself, and I always get the best of it, too. Catch me moping round and saying nothin – why, I sh’d go off the handle in fifteen minutes!” Jane smiled, and kept her gaze fixed upon the ascending balloon, greatly interested in the spectacle – a novel one to both. “I’d like to have somebody explain all about a balloon to me,” she said, in a quiet, half musing way – “why it is able to rise and take up a lot of people besides.” “Why, it’s the air that’s in it that does it, Jane. I told you that.” “The gas, ladies – gas, if you excuse me,” said a pleasant masculine voice at the moment, the speaker raising his hat and looking at Jane, near whom he stood, and for whose edification he had evidently spoken. It was the same gentleman whom Eliza had referred to and pointed out as the one she imagined had overheard Jane’s flagrant remark a few moments before; and at him Eliza stared – glared, almost – as though he had been guilty of an unpardonable offense in presuming to address them. She “hated” that man on the instant; not so much on account of his overhearing Jane’s incidental allusion to her legs, if, indeed, he did overhear it, as that he should presume to correct her statement in regard to what the balloon was filled with. She “hated” that man; and could her eyes have annihilated him on the spot he had perished then and there! Jane had acknowledged her obligations to the gentleman by bowing to and thanking him. Eliza expressed her feelings in the premises, not lonely in the manner stated, but by tossing her head contemptuously, and derisively saying: “Gas, eh? I sh’d like to know what kind of gas. H’m, ‘taint house gas, I know.” She didn’t say this directly to, but at the gentleman, switching her dress and cu rling her lips as she spoke. “Understanding your meaning, madame, in respect to ‘house gas,’ as you term it,” said the gentleman, smiling, “I would say that that is the kind of gas ordinarily employed in balloons – coal gas.” “Cold gas – has! Ha! Ha! Well, tain’t likely they’d use hot gas, mister, and have the balloon on fire! Can’t you tell us something else.” Jane looked at her appealingly, but the look might as well have been directed at the balloon. Eliza was in a belligerent mood. “You misunderstood me, madame. Coal, and not cold gas – gas evolved from coal,” and the gentleman pronounced the two words very distinctly. “Gas revolved from coal! You can tell real funny stories, can’t you, mister? – confident that the gentleman was “running a saw” on her and Jane so to speak, or, as she would have expressed it, “trying to stuff them up” she was determined to let him know that she was “up to snuff” as it were, and not to be “fooled” hence her derisive and ironical utterance. “You are in ill humor, Eliza. The gentleman was very kind, I’m sure, to give us the information her did. I’m thankful myself,” and Jane glanced her thanks to the gentleman. “Oh, you are, eh? Well, let him tell how coal gas – if there is any such stuff – makes a balloon go up, and I’ll be thankful too,” The speaker tossed her head an showed very plainly no fear of being compelled to pay tribute to the gentleman in the shape of thanks. “Simply, madame, because the gas is lighter than air,” the gentleman responded. “Lighter than air!” To Jane, “I ‘spose you’re thankful for that most ridiculous piece of nonsense!” Very sarcastic she was, but turned at once upon the gentleman” “Now, ain’t you smart, mister. Coal gas lighter than air. Ha! Ha! Ha! – The idea!” “Most assuredly it is, madame.” “Tain’t no such thing, now. I know you. You’re trying to stuff us up, but you cant’ do it – not me you can’t” and she looked superior to the vain arts of the “stuffer” “I am not trying to stuff you, madame. I assure you. I simply state a fact, that is all, in saying that gas is lighter than air.” “You get out; you can’t fool me. I tell you. Nothing is lighter than air, nothing – the idea! How can it be? Air don’t weigh nothing, and what can be lighter?” “Some thing that you can see, madame, are lighter than air – clouds and smoke, for instance.” Eliza was tethered, as it were, but kicked, nevertheless. “Well, them things I s’pse is. Anyhow, clouds stay up in the air, and smoke’ll go up. But balloons, baskets and people in ‘em ain’t lighter’n air, anyhow, if gas is. I guess you can’t git over that now.” and Eliza felt conscious of victory, if looks went for anything. “You are right there, madame” – her eyes sparkled and flashed with satisfaction – “but gas is so much lighter than air that it will lift a weight in proportion to the amount confined. A larger balloon than that, filled, would take up a larger number of persons or greater weight of anything – understand?” Jane nodded affirmatively, whole Eliza looked incredulously and defiant. “H’m!” she sneered, “then, I s’pose you’d tell us that a balloon big enough could carry up this big hotel and all the people in it?” “Most assuredly, madame.” An incredulous and derisive smile played on Eliza’s lips. “What a whopper! The most ridiculous thing I ever heard of in all my born days!” To Jane: “I suppose you are thankful for that, too – h’m!” To the gentleman: “Why, you must take us for fools, mister! Biemby you’ll bet telling us how heavy air is , gas being so very light! Do! Be funny, now, and tell us.” “ I will, madame. Air is a comparatively heavy fluid, and its weight can be increased within a certain space or decrease. You can rarify or expand, compress or squeeze, it, so to speak.” “There, mister, that’s too funny for anything. Squeeze air! Ha! Ha! Ha! Well, if you ain’t’ the funniest man I ever saw, I wouldn’t say so! Ain’t you thankful, Jane, to him for telling us that air can be squeezed? Ho I’ll make the Hackenscak people’s eyes stick out when I tell’em how heavy air is, and how it can be squeezed. My! Won’t they think me scientific, though?” Jane, as little informed as Eliza in regard to the subject expounded by the gentleman, but who felt that he was honestly stating the facts for the information of herself and Eliza, again cast an appealing glance at the latter, who, riding the high horse of disputation, heeded not the glance. Smiling and unruffled, the gentleman continued: “Yes, madame, air is not only a fluid of weight, and capable of being compressed or squeezed, but its pressure upon you and I and all things is something tremendous – quite a number of pounds to the square inch of surface, madame. Were it otherwise – were you relieved of this pressure – you would fly off into space like a rocket.” “There, mister, now stop; do, for mercy’s sake, for I shall die a living being. You are just to awfully funny for anything. You are – such a funny man. But now, serious, mister, don’t make a fool of yourself any longer trying to fool us. You may her, but you can’t me for a cent! I won’t have it. Now you jes’ tell me how we could git up when lying down if air pressed on us so tremendous as you say. How could we walk, go upstairs, do anything. I’d jes’ like to know? I guess I’ve got you now, mister!” “The explanation is, madame, that we were brought into existence entirely adapted to these conditions, and so—“ Well, I declare, if that ain’t’ crawling out of the little end of the horn, then I don’t know what is. Now, see here, mister” she switched round, and stood squarely face to face with the gentleman – “I want to ask you if you think I’m a fool – a natural born fool? Jes’ look at me and see!” The gentleman looked squarely at her not unhandsome face, a smile, denoting how deeply he was amused, playing on his lips. Well no, madame, I do not think you are tool, by any means; on the contrary, you look like rather a sensible woman.” “Oh, I do, eh? – rather. Well, I guess I’m just as sensible as you are, any day – there now. And jes’ let me tell you, mister, that you are an impudent fellow! You ain’t satisfied with trying to stuff us up with humbugging, ridiculous nonsense, but you must insult us – me, anyhow. Now you just git right about your business, and don’t let me hear no more of your lies and impudence. I won’t have it, now I tell you. And if you don’t’ go we will – come, Jane.” She switched away on the instant, Jane moving after her, her look and smile, as she turned away from the gentleman, strongly appealing to the charitable side of his nature – plainly asking him not to judge her friend too harshly.

A PRETTY WINDOW TRANSPARENCY To make a pretty window transparency, one novel and inexpensive, follow these directions: Take a small, round, thin wooden plate and scrape the center with a penknife so that on holding it up to the light, it seems almost transparent. Then dash half across the inner part of the plate a coating of blue paints and in the center draw a ship with sails outspread, which must be colored brown. When held up to the light, it has the appearance of a ship o the ocean seen in the twilight, for the light shining through the center which his been scraped, looks the glimmer in the sky from a departed sun, and brings into relief the vessel’s from. A hole is bored on the edge above and blue ribbon inserted, but which the plate may be suspended over a window, or elsewhere, as may seem convenient. Sometimes these little plates are used as menu cards, having the names of the guests inscribed on the upper portion. They are taken away and suspended afterwards as mementos of the occasion.

SHE CAUGHT THE FISH HOWEVER The Canandaigue Journal says that a party of autumn sojourners at Canandaigue Lake went boat riding the other evening, there being among them a young lady who delighted in toying with waves. Her hand was hanging alongside the boat, just under the surface, when she felt it closed upon by the jaws of a fish. Startled by the pain, the hand was jerked so quickly from the water that the fish was landed in the boat. The tempting bait, sad to tell, was lacerated badly.

A SPIRITUALISTIC FRAUD- GREAT EXCITEMENT AT NORTH ADAMS – EXPOSURE OF MARY EDDY-HUNTON – AN EDITORIAL ATHLETE GRABS THE MATERIALIXED FORM OF A “BIG INJUN” AND EXPOSES THE WHOLE RACKET. – [Boston Herald] North Adams, Mass., is having a hot time over the exposure of the notorious spiritualistic medium, Mrs. MARY EDDY-HUNTOON, which occurred there last evening and was witnessed by a large audience, comprising some of the most influential citizens of the town. Mrs. Huntoon first came to North Adams on Friday last, and engaged a suite of rooms of Mrs. QUACKENBUSH over her States Street dining rooms, where, the same evening of her arrival, a séance was held, and on the following evening another séance was held at the same place. At this séance were several well known citizens who scoffed at so-called spiritual manifestation, and began to plan some ways of bringing to light the deception they were convinced existed, but no successful opportunity offered until last night, when a plan was hit upon, and several of the plotters gained admission to the séance. Many materialized forms were faintly discernible during the early part of the evening, but none were willing to leave the cabinet. In a few moments, however, with the shaking of a tambourine and a shrill whoop, a fierce Sioux warrior sprang from the cabinet and commence a vigorous war-dance before the eyes of the startled audience. With a leap that would have done credit to the panther, and put to blush the best college gymnast, JOHN H. MABBITT, local editor of the Adams Transcript, sprang upon the bewildered savage, clasped him around the waist, and together they fell to the floor, assisted somewhat by a blow from WEBSTER EDDY, brother of the female medium, which fell with full force upon Mabbitt’s shoulder. Before it could be repeated, however, the pugilistic Eddy found himself fast in the clutches of the ministry and the law, REV. DR. OSBORN, pastor of the Baptist Church, being on his right, and lawyer A. G. POTTER on his left. Meanwhile, within the cabinet, Mabbitt and his Indian were having it rough and tumble. “Bring me my revolver!” screamed the shrill voice of the medium. But the revolver was not forthcoming, as it reposed quietly in the rear pocket of the pugilistic Eddy, who was striving to catch his breath, and beseeching his captors to “Let up on him and give him a show.” Hearing the noise of the turmoil, and not knowing but a tribe of wild Commanches had been let loose upon the unprotected audience, officers Walden and Hunter, who had been stationed outside to guard against contingencies of this nature, burst open the door. Hunter entered first, followed more moderately by Walden, who threw the light of a dark-lantern upon the scene, when presto! What a sight! Insuing from the door of the cabinet was Mabbitt, bearing in his arms – not the Indian chieftain, but the medium, Mrs. Huntoon, with her clothing tucked carefully beneath her waist, and nothing on but a pair of white cotton drawers. “Pull down your dress. For shame!” cried the women. “Oh, you villain, you villain!” shrieked Mrs. Huntoon. “Look at her! Look at her!” cried the excited Mabbitt. “See, that’s the way she fools us with her Indian masquerading.” “Oh, give me a revolver!” cried Mrs. Huntoon. “Here, take mine,” said the accommodating Walden. But Mrs. Huntoon didn’t want to shoot. As soon as she had freed herself from the loving embrace of the athletic editor, Mrs. Huntoon raved and tore around a s though possessed by Satan himself. “It is very plain,” said she. “The Indian spirit emanated from me, and of course, when that man frightened it it, it naturally came back to me, and, in trying to catch the spirit, what is more natural than that he should catch me?” But the audience couldn’t see it, at least the skeptical portion couldn’t. The Spiritualists, however, believed it was true, and severally censured the action of the exposing party. “What business had Mabbitt to lay hands on her?” said one, this morning, to a Herald reporter. “She was carrying on a legitimate business; he paid his money, and was expected to behave like a gentleman, instead of a loafer, and I think it’s a shame the way he acted, and those who assisted him were no better than he, ministers, lawyers, or what not.” And so raved the Spiritualists. Mrs. Quackenbush is loud in her complaints against Walden and Hunter for breaking down her door, and Mrs. Eddy-Huntoon has threatened to arrest Mabbitt for unprovoked assault. How the affair will end is a conundrum not easily answered.

PLAIN TALK ABOUT JURIES – [Pittsburgh Telegraph] MR. THOMAS M. MARSHALL, in the course an argument before the Supreme Court this morning, delivered himself about as follows upon the above subject: “I have nothing to say against juries. I rather like them. But I do not like the way they are made. Political bummers of one party make jurors of their friends and adherents, and political bummers of the other party do about the same. In hard times juries become a sort of resort for paupers, and I should like to see a change.”

A PARIS HUSBAND was told that his wife, who had gone into the country to be cured of an illness, was dead. An hour afterward she presented herself before him in perfect health. The sudden and violent transition from sorrow to joy (or from joy to sorrow) was too much for him, and he became a maniac.

HEROES IN JOURNALISM Memphis presents a fresh example of the faithfulness of the journalist. The city is literally dead, and there is positively nothing doing in the way of business, yet the papers appear as regularly as ever, and it had, of course, never occurred to the editors to suspend publication, and, like the merchants of the place, close their establishments. Certainly they go on at a loss, for all the sources of their profits are shut. The newspaper is ever the last to succumb. If its office is burned down, it is out next morning with “a full account of the conflagration.” The fires which destroyed Chicago and Boston only scorched the newspapers though the buildings were laid low. The war record of the Memphis Avalanche can not be forgotten – how it carried its presses from point to point as the Union armies advanced, and printed its edition everywhere and anywhere, but always somewhere. The religion of the journalist is his trade. To him it is a sin to fly from his desk at the appearance of danger. Like the general at the head of his army he would be forever disgraced in his own eyes if the enemy, coming in what shape it might, did not find him in command. The income of the Memphis editor stops, but his expenses do not. He fights for others and pays for the privilege. He urges courage. He is so little frightened by Yellow Jack that the takes him by the buttonhole and laughs with him. He tells his afflicted fellow citizens never to lose hope. He sifts out the truth from the wild storied flying about and kills despair by showing how things cold be a great deal worse than they are. He points gleefully to the future, and declares that Memphis must and will recover the old-time prosperity. Imagine, if you can, Memphis in this hour of its sore trial without its press. Think of the ravages of the dead visitor, unrecorded, with only the alarmed people to tell one another who still lived; with the whole world silent; with no word of encouragement to reach the public ear.

THE GROCERIES WE BUY Very few groceries are wholly pure. The Grocer’s Manual publishes some of the adulterations. The cream of tartar found on sale, it says, is seldom more than thirty percent pure, the remainder being terra alba, or white earth, and other adulterants. Cayenne pepper is debased with red ocher, cinnabar, vermilion and sulphuret of mercury, and the color preserved by red lead and Venetian red. Coffee is adulterated with pea flour colored with Venetian red. Liquors and wines are generally made from cheap rums and whiskies. Milk is adulterated with water, flour, starch, gum, turmeric, chalk, sugar, carbonate of soda, and cerebral matter; and cream is made by the use of gum. Mustard is seldom sold pure. Preserved meats are colored with ocher and red lead. Bottles labels Worcestershire sauce, etc., are often filled with stuff flavored with dangerous chemicals. Soaps contain poisonous coloring matter that produces skin diseases. Teas are colored an doctored, largely in New York and Philadelphia, with arsenate of copper, verdigris, mineral green, Prussian blue, talc, clay, soapstone, and numerous other articles. Much of the tobacco which men roll like a sweet morsel under the tongues is made out of the leaves of other plants, to which are added chromate of lead, oxide of lead, etc. Half the vinegar sold in the large cities, it is assessed, is rank poison, made from preparations of lead, copper and oil of vitrol. These statements were made in the Manual in the interest of grocers.

A VIVIDLY DESCRIPTIVE PASSPORT. In 1793 a worthy Parisian bourgeois, after dining at a restaurant, set out for a walk to Montmarrtre. No one was then allowed to leave the city without presenting his carte de surete, on which his personal appearance was described, as in a modern passport, a regulation of which the worthy bourgeois was unaware. So when at the barriers the guard asked him for his carte, though surprised at the nature of his request, he, like a docile Parisian, pulled out the carte of his dinner. “Calf’s head,” said the official, reading and glancing at the bearer: “well – that’s accurate enough, but not especially polite. ‘Pig’s feet’ – the citizen who drew up the passport was drunk! ‘Breast of veal – stuffed – I’ll bet a ream of assignals he was. ‘Leg of mutton’ citizen pass on! I don’t precisely understand this passport, but you are evidently a harmless individual. Vive la Republique!”

ANGRY LETTERS An angry letter, especially if the writer is well loved, is so much fiercer than an angry speech, so much more unendurable! There the words remain scorching – not to be explained away, not to be atoned for by a kiss – not to be softened down by the word of love that may follow so quickly upon spoken in anger. Heaven defend me from angry letters! They should never be written except to schoolboys or men at college, and not often to them, if they be any way tender-hearted. This at least should be a rule through the letter witting world, that no angry letter be posted till four and twenty hours shall have elapsed since it was written.

THE PRIZE PUMPKIN A Kansas genius, representing himself as a practical farmer, has lately been visiting all the fairs with a prize pumpkin, and took the premium every time. It measures seven feet in circumference, and weighed two hundred and thirty pounds. Several days ago at Council Grove, a rival farmer attempted to tap the pumpkin in the absence of the owner, to get some of the seeds, and discovered that it was made of wood.

CLIPPED PARAGRAPHS A toe jam makes the smallest foot an acher.

There is a miser in this place who will not even give a man advice.

A fellow can never get intoxicated on being treated with impunity.

Orphan people should be educated at the University of Pa.

Make friends with a bear, but keep hold of an axe.

“All,” said a deaf man who had a scolding wife, “man wants but little hare below.”

The young lady who was proposed to b a fire-eater now says she had a burnt offering.

The hornet is unlike the flea in at least one point – if you put your finger on him you are sure he is there.

If it wasn’t for the weather there never would be any variety in some people’s conversation.

“Gone but not for cotton,” said the darkey when the thief ran away with his woolen overcoat.

Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands pay fifteen cents a drink for five cents whisky.

When a man is kissing a girl he should have a dry clergyman preaching to him in order to make the sensation seem longer.

Whisky puts on some of the colors we see in autumn leaves, but who ever heard of admiring young ladies doing red noses in wax work?

Miss L--; “The young man you inquire about is all right. He has been a subscriber for our great moral family journal for over a year. Trust him.”

Don’t know some pastoral vale, Some fragrant, flowery dale, Some quiet, lovely spot, Some sweet, secluded cot, O’er which the vines do creep, Where they’ll board a fellow cheap?

The campaign club that can’t locate its headquarters in or near a beer saloon is in hard luck. The most of them are lucky. Politics are a good deal like beer anyhow - half of the enthusiasm is foam – N. Y. People.

When freedom from her mountain height unfurled her standard in the air,” she little thought that the time would come when the cheeky agent of “Boggs Sure Cure for Corns” would also puff his nostrums there.

When a dog snaps at a fly that has been fooling around him for four or five hours and misses it, he feels just like a girl who pours the full tide of her affections over a young man and suddenly discovers that it won’t soak in.

In the early days of Massachusetts there were no religious services or sermons at funerals. The first prayer at a funeral in Boston was in 1766, and the first funeral sermon was not preached until 1783.

It is so in politics, business and everywhere else in life. The man whom you boost up the tree not only forgets to toss you down some of the fruit, but is as likely as not to pelt you with the chawings – Jersey City Journal

Did you ever notice the downward plunge of a young lady’s jaw when she gives utterance to one of the “ands” that serve as convenient resting places in her speech while awaiting the brain’s catching up with the tongue?

A little Chambersburger was called upon in Sabbath School to say a text from the Scriptures. when the time came she had forgotten her verse, but from her general knowledge of Holy Writ she solemnly quoted, “Little children should be seen, but not heard.”

A church member got tipsy the other day in that condition was met by his pastor. Being sternly rebuked for his conduct he excused himself in this wise: “You know, parson, that for more than twenty years I’ve served the Lord faithfully and well, and so I thought I might as well take a day off.”

Some boys undertook to play baseball in a field where a ram was feeding recently. He butted the short stop through a picket fence and forced all the rest to make a home run. The boy who was butted through the fence was the only one scored, and he carries the score with him.

It is on one of the wooded streams of Maine. A summering papa lay fishing, in company with his two boys. A magnificent silver eel, having fooled around the bait, was nimbly landed, and its mortal coil shuffled off without unnecessary delay. The father had resumed his occupation, when one of the youngsters, noticing the spasmodic action of the striped eel, called out excitedly, “Look, father! Look at the beast! He’s making believe he’s alive!”

Courting in the Azores is not so impulsive as it is in this country. The young man sands in the middle of the street and converses with his girl, who leans over the railing of the balcony. The young gentleman is not admitted to the house until about to be engaged to the young lady, and then he sees her only in the presence of other members of the family. This method of courtship is a great saving of gas and fuel to the old folks, and as long as the young man stands in the middle of the street to do his courting, the old man can’t bounce him out of the front door, and her little brother can’t come into the parlor and smear his best pants with molasses candy. But this mode of making love has its drawbacks as well as its advantages., and it is not necessary to point them out to the young man who has had experience in the business. This will occur in him immediately.


ALEXANDER COBB, Editor & Proprietor ALEX. A WALL, Publisher $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, JANUARY 9, 1880

DEATH OF SENATOR HOUSTON GEO. S. HOUSTON, U. S. Senator, died at his residence in Limestone County, on the 31st, ult. Deceased was a native of Tennessee, but moved to Alabama when quite a young man. He soon developed a degree of ability, energy of character, and devotion to the public welfare, which induced the people of his county to elect him to office. In 1941 he was elected to Congress. He was re-elected eight times, serving in Congress for 18 years. He was elected Governor, in 1874, and re-elected in 1876. It is safe to say that Alabama never had a more efficient Governor, or one who served her with more fidelity and devotion to her best interest. He was elected to the Untied States Senate in the winter of 1878. He was a man of sound good sense and most excellent judgment. In his death Alabama has sustained a great loss. His age was about 70 years.

GEN. GANT SLIPPED FROM Philadelphia down to Washington last Saturday. President Hayes, not wishing to meet him at the same time, or the day before, left the White House and slipped up to New Jersey. There is not, it is said, the best of feeling existing between these two distinguished men. The visit of Grant to the Capitol was a quiet affair.

DON’T STAND SIGHING, WISHING and waiting, but go to work with an energy and perseverance that will set every object in the way of your success flying like leaves before a whirlwind. A milk and water way of doing business leaves a man in lurch every time. He may have ambition enough to wish himself on the topmost round of the ladder of success, but if he has not the goaheaditiveness to pull himself up there, he will inevitably remain at the bottom, or, at best, on the very low rounds. Never say I can’t – never admit there is such a word. It has dragged its tens of thousands to poverty and degradation, and it is high time it was stricken from our language, but carry a whole lexicon of I cans and I wills with you. Thus armed, every obstacle in the way of your success will vanish. Never envy your neighbor his success, but try and become like him, and as much better as you can. If at first you don’t succeed, don’t wilt down despondency and I can’t, but gird on the armor of I can, and our word for it, you will.

OBITUARY WILLIAM M. GREER was born Dec. 31st, 1818, died Sept. 18th, 1879, age 60 years 8 months and 7 days. He was taken Saturday at 11 o’clock P. M., died Monday 7 o’clock P. M. The same evening after he was taken he talked for about three hours about dying; told his wife that he was on his death bed, called his grand children around his bed and advised them to live right that they might die in peace; told them he saw Heaven, and said all is well, clapped his hands in praise to God and said “Heaven Sweet Heaven when shall I see.” said he wished is was so that when he got to Heaven he could report back to his wife how everything looked; said “let music cheer me last on earth, and greet me first in Heaven. What a happy thought to meet our blessed Savior and the holy Angels. After which he talked but little, and passed from death unto life without a groan, and is now basking on the sunlight plains of immortal glory where all who live faithful will go. A. C. W.

“THE WIDE MAN ESTABLISHETH his manners and customs at home and went abroad they are with him, but the fool thinketh this too much trouble and only tries to spread it on in company.”

A writer says a pint of goobers contains as much nutriment as a pound of baker’s bread, and that they are more nutritious than corn meal. May be this accounts for Georgia’s wealth. It is said they live on ‘em.

The Mont. Advertiser says: There is some possibility that General Grant will come through this city and take steamer at Pensacola for Havana. The matter will be decided in a day or two. If he comes this way he will reach here Saturday night or Monday morning.

After the above was written, in type and ready for the press, a dispatch was received showing the great American traveler gives Montgomery the “go-by.” It was a well executed flank movement, brilliant in conception and astonishing in its accomplishment. Yet the fact still remains that Grant will never have made the circuit of the circuit of the earth until he “takes in” the first Capitol of the Confederate States.

An extraordinary story is told by the London (Can.) Advertiser. A girl nineteen years of age, who has just recovered from a two years’ illness, the nature of which the doctors could not determine, as there did not seem to be any organic complaint, has developed wonder electrical powers, and seems to be a perfect battery. A person, unless possessed of the strongest nerves, cannot shake hands with her, nor can any one place his hands in a pail of water with hers. By joining hands she can send a sharp shock through fifteen or twenty people in a room, and she possesses all the attraction of a magnet. If she attempts to pick up a knife, the blade will jump into her hand, and a paper of needles will hang suspended form one of her fingers. She cannot drop any small articles of steel she may pick up. On entering a room a perceptible influence seizes all others, and while some are affected with sleepiness others are ill and fidgety till they leave. A sleeping babe will awake at her approach, but with a stroke of her hand she can coax it to slumber again. Animals are also subject to her influence, and a pet dog of the household will be for hours at her feet, as motionless as death. Articles which she uses become magnetized. She is one of seven children. None of the rest of whom shows any abnormal qualities.

FIGHTING IN A SANCTUARY – THE DISGRACEFUL QUARRREL OF RIVALS IN A PRESBYTERIAN CHUYRCH Pittsburgh, Dec. 22 The trouble which has for some months existed in the First Reformed Presbyterian Church of this city culminated, yesterday afternoon, in a disgraceful row, which necessitated the aid of police to suppress it. Some weeks ago the congregation voted for a pastor, the Rev. NEVIN WOODSIDE receiving 167 votes against 116 for other candidates. A majority of the trustees were bitterly opposed to Mr. Woodside, and charged that his selection was the result of illegal votes. The majority of the congregation were determined that Woodside should be their pastor, especially as the call was sustained by the Presbytery. An appeal was taken to the Synod, and since then there have been bitter quarrels among the members of the church. The Woodside faction triumphed, and on one occasion, notwithstanding an injunction restraining Woodside from preaching until the appeal was decided, gained admission to the church by strategy, strategy held the place all day, and listened to a sermon by the pastor in the evening. The quarrel has been acrimonious all along, but yesterday it culminated in a free fight. There were rumors during the day that serious trouble was brewing. Both factions were present in full force, and there was a large attendance of outsiders attracted by the prospect of a row. The trouble began early. It seems that the Supply Committee appointed the Rev. MR. HOUSTON to preach yesterday at 3 p.m. and the Woodside faction held Sunday School at that hour. The opposition or disturbers came into church, interrupted the Sunday School, and announced their determination to hold a prayer meeting then and there. Mr. Woodside said that he was the only person who could occupy that pulpit. He was interrupted by Mr. Houston, which interruption was a signal for a general uproar. The members of the Woodside faction leaped and scrambled over the pews in their efforts to get at the disturbers, and the anti-Woodsiders rushed to the rescue of their leaders. Both parsons waxed hot, and Mr. Woodside pulled off his ulster, but did not take a hand in the fray. The trustees and Sunday School teachers took sides and shouted excitedly. Such a scene of riot and confusion was never before witnessed in a Christian Church. Mr. Houston once essayed to mount the rostrum, but was seized by his antagonists, roughly hustled from the steps, and compelled to take a seat. This was too much for the other side. A dozen gray-haired gentlemen and young Christians rushed to his rescue and dealt vigorous blows right and left. The fight soon became general. It was thickest around the altar, but all over the church was heard the sound of blows. Many of the women screamed and fainted, but some of the stronger minded encouraged the combatants with cheers. Two or three women, it is said, took advantage of the confusion to settle old scores among themselves. For a quarter of an hour the battle ranged furiously. The police were called in, and after some difficulty succeeded in quelling the riot. Several arrests were made. The sanctuary this morning presents a sorry appearance. Pews are broken, the remnants of gas globes stew the floor, and hymn books and Bibles are scattered in all directions, as though they had been used as missiles. The utmost indignation prevails in church circles. The affair will be investigation by the Presbytery. The Rev. Nevin Woodside was, until he removed to Pittsburgh, the pastor of the First Reformed Presbyterian Church in Duflind Street, Brooklyn. He had about two hundred members in his church, and he preached to small congregations. His ministry was satisfactory, and his church reluctantly consented to his going away. One of the elders said last night that they had given him a letter strongly recommending his to the love and affection of his new charge. He added in a dry humorous way, that the letter did not seem to have had much effect. The Brooklyn church, he said, would gladly receive him back. The story which kept the Brooklyn gossips busy about five years ago, at the time of Mr. Woodside’s marriage, has entered into the trouble in the Pittsburgh church. The story as investigated at the time, developed into a curious romance, in which a young lady, with women the preacher was in love, married a man nearer her own age, who soon after their marriage died. When Mr. Woodside learned that she was a widow he pressed his suit, and soon made her his wife. Afterward it was alleged that her first husband was not dead at all, but that Mr. Woodside had induced him to leave the country. The elders of the church investigated the different stories, obtained documentary evidence, disapproving them, and were perfectly satisfied of Mr. Woodside’s purity of character. The clergyman’s friends allege that the stories were started by persons who were jealous of his marriage, and that they were sent to Pittsburgh to cause discord there. Mr. Woodside will be immediately recalled to Brooklyn if he is kept out of his pulpit in Pittsburgh.


The Cullman Tribune says a newspaper is to be started at Houston, in our neighboring county of Winston.

A negro in Madison County got on a Christmas drunk, lay out all night and froze, even unto death.

The Greenville Advocate says that they mysterious disappearance of young MR. ARCHIE RIED, Nov. 20th, is still in utter darkness.

The Florence News says: On Wednesday, the 17th, ult. at Cypress Inn, Tennessee, WM. FOWLER, a notorious desperado and bully, was shot through the heart by some unknown party. He had been terror to the citizens along the line between Tennessee and Alabama ever since the war. He died too quick to tell if he knew, who it was that shot him. It is not known who did the shooting.

Wednesday, Dec. 17th, three sisters were married in Greenville, viz: Mr. SALES MARTIN to MISS CALLIE THAMES, MR. SAMUEL RODGERS to MISS MARY THAMES and MR. HOLLIDAY to MISS LILY THAMES.

Greensboro Watchman: Among the articles to be raffled for in what is called the “Hood Relief Drawing” at Montgomery, we see advertised a “handsomely ornamented family Bile” It occurs to us that this is carrying it a little too far. Some things out(sic) to be scared; and the Word of God should be one of these.

The Eutaw Whig says: We were shown a few days ago, a powder gourd belonging to MR. T. P. UPCHURCH, of Union, which is 131 years old – being originally the property of Upchurch’s great, great grandfather, who was a resident of North Carolina. Mr. Upchurch’s grand father brought it to Alabama from the old North State 51 years ago. The owner values the relic, and if as fortunate as his ancestors, expects to hand it down to his posterity.

Two Irish peddlers were murdered by a party of negroes, in Russell County, Dec. 19th, and their bodies thrown in the river. Two negroes were arrested and confessed, a large crowd of white and blacks assembled and hug them. They remained indifferent and sullen.

A sharper, calling himself REV. CHS. MUSGROVE, attended the recent conference of the colored Methodists at Huntsville, and victimized many citizens. He was finally arrested for stealing, and jailed. It is not yet certain whether he is a white man or a white negro man.

The little Eutaw rogue, W. E. COCKRELL, escaped jail, Dec. 21st, and is still at large. He was chained in his cell, and the inner door left open. He procured a file, with which he cut the chain, and as the deputy sheriff went to feed other prisoners he left the outer door open, and COCKRELL slipped out. Dogs were put on his track and the citizens all turned out to search, but so far have failed to find him.

Two negro boys, brothers, living 8 miles from Huntsville, were engaged in killing hogs, Dec. 20th, and had a large kettle of water heating. The water got too hot, and while waiting for it to cool down, they began threatening to put each other into it. They clinched, scuffled around awhile, and finally both went headlong into the boiling water. They were literally cooked alive. When taken out they complained of their hot clothes, and in taking them off, the flesh dropped off to the bone in places. Their hair and beard dropped out. Both died in a few hours.

The annual issue of Prof. Tice’s “Weather Forecasts and American Almanac for 1880” is out, and we learn that the first edition of over 20,000 copies was called for within eight days of its publication, and a second larger one put to press. It is fuller and more specific in its weather prognostications for 1880 than formerly, and a variety of subjects of interest, such a s plagues, and the astronomical relations thereto, heat and sunstrokes, cyclones, facts for foretelling the weather, etc. are discussed. A copy can be obtained by inclosing 20 cents to Thompson, Tice & Lilingtston, St. Louis, Mo.

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

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

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

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

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

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



MRS. DENA MARLER is up from Columbus visiting her parents. We wish her a pleasant time while among us.

MR. GEO. W. RUSH spent last week with his parents near town; and, also friends in town.

Our kind lady friend MR. DR. BROWN has been sick for some weeks past. She is now we are glad to state lowly improving. We hope she may very soon recover her usual health.

And now our friend, J. T. BURROW is in the greatest state of felicity at a wee boy BURROW at his house.

MR. EDDIT MORTON returned home on last Wednesday morning. He has been for the last two months engaged in the commercial business at Aberdeen, Miss.

DIED – At his residence in this County on the 20th day of December, 1879, HIRAM SMITH, an old and respected citizen. Age about 76 years. He leaves a wife and many children, and grand children to mourn his death.

Our friend, W. G. RICHARDS, by a letter received from HON. G. W. HEWITT, informed us that he would be in Vernon on Saturday, 10th. inst.

Our patrons have our thanks for indulging us in not sending out the CLIPPER last week. We like all others want a little recreation; but we got precious little, as we had a whole page of “pi” to devour.

Teachers Institute met in the Court House Saturday last. PROF. A. W. RICHARDSON delivered a very eloquent address, which we will publish soon. PROF. J. T. RICHARDSON of Vernon High School was elected to deliver an address on the 1st Saturday invited to attend.

See new advertisements and announcements in another column of this issue.

“Sociables,” “big dinners” etc. have been the fashion since Christmas night, all of which were nice and pleasant.

We heard of three marriages in the County Wednesday night, we are not posted as the officiating “personals.” A good beginning for the new year. We wish them all unalloyed happiness.

We solicit news from all parts of the county, from our friends. But must ask that all communicators be particular in writing plain, and only on one side of the paper. We have no assistant, and therefore have no time to spend in deciphering bad manuscript.


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

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

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

PIANOS & ORGANS. From Factory to Purchaser, every man his own agent. Ludder & Bates Grand Introduction….(Too small to read)

MR. and MRS. JOHN S. ROBINSON has our thanks for their kindness to us while in Columbus last week. We spent the time very pleasantly with them and MISS DAISE.

Commissioners Court in session Monday and Tuesday.

W. T. MARLER in town this week.

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

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

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

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

Remember when you visit Aberdeen, to go to the house of Louis Roy and examine his stock. That popular house has a great name for integrity and honesty, and never uses humbug. Every article of dry goods shoes and boots, clothing, hats, and fancy goods is fresh, and warranted to give satisfaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HAMILTON with ROY & BRO., wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, notions, clothing, boots, shoes, hats, &c. Aberdeen, Miss. Highest price paid for cotton.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ALEXANDER COBB & SON, Dealers in ready made clothing, dress goods, jeans, domestics, calicoes, silks, satins, millinery, embroidery, notice, &c. Hats, caps, boots, shoes, saddles, bridles, leather, &c. Tin, wooden, Hard and glass wares, crockery, &c. Salt, flour, meal, bacon, lard, soda, coffee, molasses, &c.


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$72 a week, $12 a day at home easily made. Costly outfit free. Address True & Co., Augusta, Maine.

Bring your job printing to the CLIPPER. We print all kinds of blanks, deeds, mortgages, law briefs, cards, tags, circulars, bill heads, letter heads, note heads, statements, poster work. We propose to do all kinds of job printing as neat and as cheap as any city, either North or South, and our work is equal to any. When you want any kind of job printing done, please don’t fail to examine our specimens before going elsewhere. Blank Waive Notes for sale at this Office.

The Light Running New Home (picture of sewing machine). A model of simplicity, Strength and Beauty, Never gets out of order. A pattern of perfection. Makes no noise. Does not fatigue the operator. Latest. Improved. Best. Agents wanted. Johnson, Clarke, & o., 30 Union Square, New York City. Orange, Mass.




The prime conditions of health in a house depend upon cleanliness, pure air and unpolluted water; the prompt and thorough removal of all refuse; and the perfect exclusion of all foul matters arising outside the house.

Professor FARRINGTON, in a summary of the experiments begun in 1870 by the Maine Agricultural College to ascertain which has the greatest value as a food for swine, cooked or uncooked meal, says: “We have, by an experiment which has been continued from three to four months of each of the nine years since its beginning, obtained evidence that all the money and labor expended in cooking meal for swine is more than thrown away.”

There are wet lands on most farms that would be greatly improved by draining; and now is the time when farmers are most at liberty to attend to such matters. Labor, too, is apt to be cheapest now. Improve your land or sell it. Do not keep worthless land that is bringing you no interest for your money. Aim to clear and improve some field each year. If rightly done, it will pay you the next year ten percent on the sum invested – [Dover State Press]

Dr. Nichols says, in the Journal of Chemistry: It is, under ordinary conditions, advisable and advantageous to plant corn for fodder in drills, with at least twenty inches space between, so that air and sunlight can have free access to the growing plants. But it is not good husbandry to sow thickly broadcast. Plants depend for healthy growth and nutrition upon actinic light and heat, and upon access of air. Any plant deprived of these agencies in its growth is unsuitable for the food of animals.”

The Rural New Yorker says that valuable grape vines, planted with great care, are often left to take care of themselves at this season of the year – when they need care most. For the first two years a good stout stake, say six feet long, is all that is necessary for a support. This should be firmly set in the ground, and the vines kept tied to it. Should other shoots start from the old wood, rub them off and keep lateral shoots pinched back to one or tow leaves. Remove all injurious insects by hand, and dust with flour of sulphur should mildew appear.

STUMPS – The following method of getting rid of stumps is recommended by the Scientific American. In the autumn bore a hole one or tow inches in diameter, according to the girth of the stump, vertically in the center of the latter, and about eighteen inches deep. Put into it one or two ounces of slat-petre. Fill the hole with water, and ply up close. In the ensuing spring take out the ply and pour in about one-half gill of kerosene oil and ignite it. The stump will smoulder away, without blazing, to the very extremity of the roots, leaving nothing but ashes.

A correspondent of the Country Gentleman says that no dressing of manure is completely consumed by the crop to which it is applied. Soluble and active manures produce their principal effect at once, and are of little benefit to subsequent crops. Manures sparingly soluble, and those which must suffer decomposition in the soil before they are of service to the plant, as bones and farmyard manure will, on the contrary, produce an effect over many years. Farmers have a prejudice in favor of the latter class of manures, but it is clear that the quickest return for capital invested is afforded by the former class.

There is as vast a difference between the tidy and untidy farmers as between the careful and careless housewife. A glance at a farm as you are riding along will betray the character of its owner. A farm needs it fall as well as its spring cleaning. Cut down and burn all unsightly bushes that have been allowed to grow around stumps and along fences. Besides detracting from the appearance of a field, they take from the soil what is needed for rips. Now that the grass is short, remove stones from mowing lands. You will thus save scythes and mowing machine knives nest year [Dover State Press.]

In planning a barn, in no case provide a manure cellar under horse or cow stables. It is too much to ask, even of brutes, to stand over the gases of manure cellars. Put the stables in the basement and on the ground, and provide for frequently cleaning out the manure, that your cows and horses may have some reasonable enjoyment of life. Just here occurs to me a point in regard to string carriages either over or alongside horse stables. It should never be done. The ammonia from the manure destroys the varnish, and causes it to crack, and it injuries harness. A carriage-house should be well separated from the stables, and if the wheels can stand on the earth, they will hold the tires in a dry time much better than on a floor with air under it. – [George Geddes]

TOPICS FOR THE HOUSEHOLD MISS OWENS, of Wilcox County, Georgia, sheared thirty sheep in thirty-nine minutes by the watch.

TO REMOVE MILDEWS – Pour a quart of boiling water on two ounces of chloride of lime. Then add three quarts of cold water, and soak the linen in it twelve hours.

CEMENT FOR GLASS AND CHINA White of eggs mixed up with little quicklime (or chalk burned in the fire and powdered to dust) will make a capital cement.

CORN LOAF – Take one pint of sweet milk, half pint of sour milk, half cup of butter, one of molasses, three eggs, one of wheat flour, a little salt, corn meal to make a thick batter, one teaspoonful of soda. Bake two hours slowly.

BROWN BREAD – Take on quart of buttermilk, one of sweet milk. Thicken with half Indian meal, and half rye flour or wheat. Add salt and molasses, if wished, a heaping teaspoonful of soda.

ENGLISH COOKIES – One cup of brown sugar, half cup butter, one egg, two tablespoonfuls sour cream, a little soda, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg. Make hard enough with flour to roll out. Cut in thin cakes.

BROWN BREAD NO. 2 – Take one quart of corn meal, pour on boiling water or milk. When cool add a cup of yeast, two spoonfuls of molasses, a little salt and one quart of rye flour, wet with milk, and stir with a spoon. Pour in tins or pans to rise. Bake slow.

TO REMOVE MILDEW FROM LINEN – Rub it over with soap; then scrape fine chalk or whitening, and rub on. Lay it in the sun, wet it from time to time. If not removed, repeat the process. Lemon juice and salt is also good.

DRINK FOR THE SICK – Two tablespoonfuls arrow root in a quart pitcher with a little cold water; three tablespoonfuls white sugar, the juice of one lemon, and part of the rind. Stir all quickly while pouring boiling water until the pitcher is full. Drink cold.

OYSTER SAUCE – One pint of oysters boiled three or four minutes in their own liquor. Stir in two tablespoonfuls of butter rolled in a spoonful of flour, the juice of half a lemon with pepper and salt to taste. Heat a teacupful of milk, pour into the oysters and turn at once into the sauce-boat – Rural New-Yorker.

ORANGE CAKE – The whites of six eggs beaten to a froth; three tablespoonful of melted butter; one cup of sugar; half a cup of milk; a cup and a half of flour, in which have been stirred two teaspoonful of baking powder and a very little salt. This makes three thin cakes. About half an hour before eating, take the juice of one large orange, the white of one egg, beaten stiff, and thicken with granulated sugar, spread between the three cakes, and dust powdered sugar over it. I doubled these proportions making two cakes. – [Mrs. Endicot]

A FRENCHMAN’S CLEVER TRICK – from The Parisian I. – A gentleman irreproachably dressed goes into a confectioner’s store and says to the gentlemanly confectioner: “I want one hundred and fifty of the nicest cream tarts you can make!” “A hundred and fifty! That is a pretty large order. Do you want them at once!” “Within three hours at the latest!” “I can have them ready in that time. Ahem! It is customary to ask a deposit on such orders – say ten francs.” “Certainly, my friend. Here are your ten francs.” II. – About two hours later a gentleman irreproachably dressed goes into a tailor’s shops across the way from the pastry cook’s and asks to be shown some overcoats. He selects one of the nicest and asks the price. “One hundred and twenty-five francs sir.” “Very well, I will take it. I have some money to collect at the confectioner’s across the way. I presume you have no objection to letting one of your young men come over with me to get it.” “Certainly not. A worthy man is my friend, Mr. Puff.” III– To confectionery enter irreproachably dressed gentleman, now wearing an overcoat, and tailor’s young man. The confectioner greets the former with the respectful friendliness due to a good customer. “Ah, Puff, I’ve call ‘round for that one hundred and fifty. You promised to have them for me at 2:30.” “You shall have them in five minutes, sir.” “Very well. I have to go round the corner to see a man. You will give this young gentleman one hundred and twenty-five of the one hundred fifty. I will return and get the remaining twenty-five myself in a few moments.” “With pleasure, sir.” IV. Five minutes later the confectioner gives the tailor’s young man one hundred and twenty-five cream-tarts – and a bill for balance thereon, twenty-one francs twenty-five centimes. One minute thereafter a confectioner and a tailor’s young man are scouring the neighborhood in search of an irreproachably dressed gentleman with a new overcoat, whom the great city, with its ceaseless hustle and confusion, has swallowed up a s a yellow dog swallows a and oyster cracker.

INGRATITUDE TO THE DOCTOR The doctors who are called up in the middle of the night at the risk of getting the pneumonia are just as liable to go without their pay when the danger is past, as though they were called in the daytime. One of them was one night aroused by a frightful knocking at his door. Sticking his head out of the window he asked what was the matter. “O doctor, it is my poor wife!” “I beg your pardon, but I haven’t the honor of your acquaintance, and I am not accustomed—“ “I know it, doctor, but her life is at stake. If you only knew how much I love her. For heavens'’ sake, I beg you." and he went on for a considerable time in this fashion, until the doctor relented in spite of the cold winter night. He dressed himself, went out, waded far through the snow, prescribed, and saved the cherished woman. Several days passed, and hearing nothing of any pay, he sent in his bill. Nothing. Then he sent a collector. The devoted husband greeted the dun with anger, exclaiming: “Go the devil! The idea of my paying that bill for a woman who has since run off with another man!”

AN EMINENT surgeon was visited by a rich but stingy merchant whose injured arm needed treatment, and it was feared he might have to have it taken off. The doctor examining declared that he could save it, and he did so. When he sent in his bill, the merchant, who was now well and brassy, cried out: “Thunder and guns, what a bill! There must be some mistake. Old Sawbones never cut off my arm at all!”

A MRS. GIBBS, living in St. Louis, notifies on her door plate that she is an “elocutionist, poetess, washer and ironer.”

LANGUAGE OF THE HAT Wearing the hat squarely on the head – I love you madly. Putting it down over the ears – Will you please treat me to ice cream? Tipping it over on the left ear – Vanilla, please. Tipping it over the right ear – My little brother has the measles. Wearing it on the back of the head – Ta-Ta. Awfully awful. Taking it off and brushing it the wrong way – My heart is busted. Holding it out in the right hand – Lend me a quarter. Throwing it at a policeman – I love your sister. Using it as a fan – Come and play with my aunt. Carrying a brick in it – Your cruelty is killing me. Kicking it across the street – I am engaged. Putting it on the ground and sitting on it – Farewell forever.


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