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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-06-15

Congress is making one more effort to
enable the United States Government to
collect the moneys due from the Pacific Rail-
roads. The Senate has passed the bill direct
ing the Secretary of the Treasury to require
payment of the five per cent on the net
earnings of the roads, as provided by law.
Heretofore, the companies have been able to
evade payment, existing legislation completely
blocking the efforts of the Government in that
direction
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-06-15

lady in Peoria has hit upon "a mission" She
means to agitate the important matter Of changing
the name of =" America" to :" Columbia" We suppose
that she will lecture print tracts call conventions.
petition Congress and button-hole Governors; but
we fear that the good woman has undertaken little
too much. Such matters arrange themselves.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-06-15

Once more meeting with disheartening neolo-
gism. do we enter our hopeless and sorrowfui pro-
test against it. A telegram tells US that one In
gersoll of Ashton. Ill, suicided on Monday" We arc
sorry for Mr. Ingersol but because he has murdered
himself we see no occasion for numbering the En-
glish language. This dreadful verb follows no
analogy, and is an unmitigated barbarism. II it
obtains footing we shall next have "hOmiclded."
"fratricided" "parricided," and many other many
sided depravities. We ought to take warning from
the comparatively respectable position which like
verbal horrors have already attained.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29

A parlor match-popping the ques-
ton in the drawing reom.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29
"SaVe the Fallen"
Lord before thy holy altar.

Lord before thy holy altar,
Now thy blessing we implore,
Grant, we may not faint or falter,
Till our glorious work is DER.
Savior! help us; we are trying
Souls immortal to reclaim,
ThrO' intemp'rance they are dying,
Snatch them from its burning flame.
Save the fallen, make them sober;
May they feel the sins forgiven,
When this transient life is over,
Give them, Lord, aplace in heaeen.
LO, the tempter, now assailing-
HOary age and smiling youth,
Shall his cruel arts prevailing
Stop the spring of hallowed truth;
Lord, forbid it. hear us pleading,
Jesus thou hast died to save,
Let thy mercy interceding
Keep them from a drunkard's grave.
Chorus.
O'er the hearts that pine with anguish,
Pour thy healing balm divine,
Der the wasted forms that languish
Let the beams of comfort shine;
In thy strength if still united
We the erring may restore,
Then intemperance, crushed and blight
ed,
We will Danish from our shore.
Chorus.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29
THE SECRET CLOSET.

"For murder, though it hath no tongue, will
speak with most miraculous organ"
In the year lS- John Smith | use
fictitious names was indicted for the
wilful murder of Henry Thompson.
The case was one Of the most extra
ordinary nature, and the interest ex-
cited by it was almost unparalleled.
The accused was a man of consid-
erable property, residing upon his
own estate. A person, supposed to
be an entire stranger to him, had,
late In summer day, requested and
obtained shelter and hospitality for
the night. He had, it was supposed,
after taking some light refreshment,
retired to bed in perfect health, re-
questing to be awakened at an early
hour the following morning. When
the servant appointed to call him en-
tered his room for that purpose, he
was found in his bed perfectly dead;
and from the appearance OF the body
it was obvious that he had been so
for many hours. There was not the
slightest mark of violence upon bis
person, and the countenance retained
the same expression it had horne
during life.
Days and weeks passed on, and
little further was discov cred. In the
meantime ramor had not been idle.
Suspicious were vague, indeed, and
underlined, and were at first whispered,
and atterward boldly expressed. The
precise object of these suspicious was
not clearly indicated; someirnplicated
one person, some another; but they
all pointed to Smith, the master ol
the house, as concerned in the death
of the stranger; and in fine, the mag
istrates were induced to commit Mr.
Smith to jail to take his trial for the
wilful murder of Henry Thompson
AS it was deemed essential to the at
tainment of justice to keep secret the
examination of the witnesses who
were produced before the magistrates
all the information of which the pub
lie were in possession before the tria
took place was that which have mar
rated. Such was the state OF thing
upon the morning of trial
The counsel for the prosecution
opened his case to the jury in a man
ner that indicated very little expeeta
tioD OF a conviction. He began b.
imploring them to divest their mind
of all that they had heard before the.
came into the box; he entreate'
them to attend to the evidence AM
judge from that alone.
1t would be proved beyond tn
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29

seemed to attach TO her statements,
that she had been led on by one ques-
ton to another till she had told him
ali that he wanted to know.
During the interval (accasIoned nv
her illness J as to the proceedings, s0-
licitor for the prosecution len the
court. 1t was between and O'Clock
when the judge resumed his seat on
the bench. the prisoner his station st
the bar and his housekeeper hers in
the witness box; the court in the in
terval had remained crowded with
spectators, scarce one of whom had
ieft his place, lest during his absence,
it should be seized by some one else
The cross-examiniug counsel then
addressed the witness: l Ihave a very
few more questions to ask of you; but
beware that You answer them truly
for your own life depends upon a
thread.
Do you know this stopper?
l do.
To whom does it belong?
To Mr. Smith
When did you sec IL last?
On the night of Mr.. Thompson's
death.
At this moment the solicitor for
the prosecution entered the court,
bringing with him. upon tray, a
watch, two money bags. jewel case,
pocket-bOok aud bottle of the
same manufacture as the stopper.
and having no cork in it; some other
articles there was in it not materifl
to my story. The tray was placed
upon the table in sight of the pris-
oHer and witness, and from that mo-
ment not a doubt remained in the
mind of the guilt of the prisoner.
A few words will bring my tale to a
close The house where the murder
had been committed was between
nine and ten miles distant The so-
licitor, as soon az the cross examina
ton had discovered the existence of
the closet, and its situation, had set
On Ou ntl ScOdChs VIII Two oHSiiu
officers, and after pulling down part
of the wall of the house, had de-
tected this place of concealment.
The search was well rewarded, the
whole of the property belonging to
Mr. Thompson was found there,
amounting in value to several thou
sand pounds, and to leave no doubt,
a bottle was discovered which the
man instantly pronounced to
contain the very identical poison
which had caused the death of the
unfortunate Thompson. The result
is too obvious to need explanation.
The case presents the perhaps un-
paralleled instance of Il man accused
of murder, showing such defence
as to induce the judge and jury l"
concur in a verdict of acquIGtal. but
who, persisting in calling witness to
prove his innocence, was, upon the
of that very witness, con
victed and executed.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29
NUMBER IL.

EARSEsT in wanting 10 see the good
work go on, why don't they take hold
and help PUSH it on. Reader, if you
are already q member of the Wo-
mans Foreign Missionary Society, be
q useful one, ever ready "with every
good word and work." and il you are
not. enroll your name at once. If
your home duties are pressing and
you can't attend all the monthly
meetings. he sure you go just as Of
ten as you can. And then, after you
have gone, don't come away grum-
bling that You did not enjoy Yourself
very well. you didn't think the exer-
cises very interesting, and all this
sort of thing. but rather ask your-
self the question what did do to
make the meeting s success, and con.
tribute to the enjoyment of those
present? You are just as responsible
for the success of the enterprise, my
friend, as Mrs A. or B. Don't cit
still and refuse to do anything your
self, and then accuse those who do
of making themselves conspicuous
These are little things but their eff.
fects are far reaching They are
mighty in their influence. Many a
heart, yearning to do something for
the Master, has been made to bleed,
and many an arm, willing to labor,
has been paralized by unjust criticism
falling from idle, fault finding lips.
at must needs be that offences
come says Jesus; and yet, "woe
unto them from whom they come"
But had thought to be brief, and
much of this is foreign TO what / in
tended to say And, in conclusion,
il all would labor, and labor har-
moniously, what grand victories we
would achieve, and how soon the
love of God would be glorified by
the enlightenment and conversion of
heather lands. JOYCE.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29
CORRESPONDENCE.
For the GallipOlis Journal.
The Missionary Cause.
Chorus.

For the GalllpollS journal.
The Missionary Cause.
Knowing that many Of the JoUREAL
readers are members of the Wo-
mans Foreign Missionary Society, !
thought q few words bearing npon
that subject might not be out of place
in it's columns All are of course
aware that the payment of two cents
per week, or one dollar per year, is
all that is required to constitute any
person a member of said Society.
And vet there are scores of fortunes
favored ones, belonging even to
the Gallipolis District, who might
pay five, ten, or even twenty dollars
per year without sacrificing either
comforts or luxuries. And o, how
this would cheer the anxious hearts
OF those noble women at the head OF
the movement, and enable them to
send out yet other laborers into the
great mission fields. ''The harvest
truly is plenteous but the laborers
are few" But while it is clearly
the duty of some to give largely, 1t
certainly is the duty of oil to give
something. Many women, even In
our own church. take no part IN the
matter, and some, alas, who at first en-
rolled their names, and helped to
form Auxiliaries, are beating a re
treat. while the work is butjust begun.
Sneak to them upon the subject, and
thew will say-well, yes, it's good
thing; I hope it will be kept up; in
deed I'd be sorry to see it fall through
with, but-but really. I don't think
I can take a part in it any longer.
My baby is sickly, or my family is
large. Or my health is poor, or the
Society is not governed constitution
ally, or don't iike'the President, or
the Secretary don't please me. or
something else of this sort
The secret of the matter is THEIR
HEARTS are not in the work. and they
want to SAVE THAT DOLLAR OF course
they would call you uncharitable II
they knew you thought so meanly Of
them, but the same Divine Teacher
who commanded us to Judge not,
said also, "by their fruits ye shall
know them." And if people are in
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29
The Two Glasses.

At the temperance meeting, last We'd
nesday evening, the following verses
were repeated by Mr.. III. G. MCCORMICK
and the meeting requested their publ
cation, with which request we cheer
fully comply:
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim
On rich mans table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy. and red as blood,
And one was clear rs the crystal flood
Said the glass of rum TO his paler brother
''I.et us tell tales of the past 10 eacl
other:
l can tell OF banquet, and revel, and
mirth,
Where | was king, for ruled in might
And the proudest and grandest souls on
earth
Fell under my touch, as though struck
with blight.
From the heads of kings | have torn the
crown,
From the heights of fame / have hurled
men down;
| have blasted many an hOnOred name,
| have taken virtue, and given shame;
l have tempted the youth, with sip, a
taste,
That has made his future barren waste.
Far greater than any king am
Or than any army beneath the sky.
| have made the arm of the driver fail,
And sent the train from its iron rail.
| have made good ships go down at sea,
And the shrieks of the lost were sweet
to me;
For they said, Behold, how great you
be-
Fame, strength, wealth, genius, before
you fall,
And your might and power are over all. ,
''HO! no! pale brothere," laughed the
rum,
"Can you hoast of deeds as great as
mine?''
Said the water glass, 81 can not boast
Of IL king dethrOned or murdered host;
But can tell of hearts that were sad,
By nv crystal drops made light and
glad.
Of thirst | have qutnched, and brows
I've laved;
Of hands have cooled, and souls I've
saved.
have leaped through the valley, dashed
down the mountain;
Slept in the sunshine, and dripped from
the fountain.
| have burst my cloud fetters, and drop
ped from the sky,
And everywhere gladdened the land
scape and eye.
| have eased the hot forehead of fever
and pain,
| have made the parched meadows grow
fetile with grain;
| can tell of the powerful wheel o. the
mill,
That ground out the flour, and turned at
my will;
can tell of manhood, debased by you,
That have uplifted, and crowned anew.
cheer, help, | strengthen and aid,
| gladden. the heart of man and maid;
| set the chained rum captive free,
And all are better for knowing me-"
One hundred thousand men,
Gay youth and silver head,
On every hill, and every plain,
In palace, cot and lonely den,
Each year from rum lie dead.
One hundred thousand sons Of toll,
early llHu STdNtS III lItttt'lIl sui,
From rum, good friends, from rum.
On many a woodland plain their glitter
ing axes round,
Homes for their loved ones dear gain,
They filled the soil, they ploughed the
main,
They taught with pen and tongue;
Our brothers lived by their side,
They tasted, fell and sadly died
From rum, good friends, from rum.
One hundred thousand hearths are rem
dered desOlate,
And must it be for ever thus,
Must children's children feel the curse.
Friends shall we now awake,
And with loud voice the nation shake,
And cry, away with rum.
These are the tales they told each other,
The glass of rum and its paler brother,
AS they sat together, filled to the brim,
On the rich mans table, rim to rim.
Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-01-29

"sally. what time do your folks
dineq" "Sooh as you go away; that's
missus' orders" i"
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

In A DILEMMA dapper little fellow
at Alvarado attended the late mask ball
at Livermore, and chose the character of
a monkey in which to shine at the fes-
tive entertainment. He dotted his ha.
billiments at hotel two-blocks distant
from the ball room, and donned the dis
guise, intending to walk in costume to
the hall. 1t was about 10 o'clock when
he set forth snugly clad, in his tight
fitting suit and playfully swinging the
caudle appendage, but he had not pro-
ceeded far when two huge dogs espied
him, and taking him for huge monster
of some kind started for him. The bar
keeper concluded that the better part
of valor would be to climb the high
board fence at Stephens Mills. He
did so with marvellous agility, and
the statment comes from reliable au-
thority, that he was compelled to sit on
the sharp edge of that fence, shivering
in the cold night air, for two hours be-
fore he was released from his predica-
ment by people passing within hailing
distance.-Oa k1ond Mesm.
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

SHERMAN on THr LIGHT FANTASTIC The
general is an old genius. vet great
favorite with the old and Young. He
is exceedingly fond Of dancing, and some
one Witty remarked: He never steps
lower than the back Of chair. or high.
or than the chandelier"
He is thoroughly ungraceful, but en-
.ers into the pasiime with such real rel
ish and earnest enjoyment that one can
excuse his walking half way up ones
train, or in the height Of his delight
carrying the greater portion of ones
prettiest hounce half way across the
room, or in the Lancer's, for instance,
pcrsistently going the wrong way in
the grand chain. thereby causing the
most laughable confusion and entangle-
ment Of his own lower proportions in
the surrounding floating drapery of the
ladies His wife and daughters disap
prove of round dancing, and one day
said to me: 81 wish we had dancing
at our house, like to see young PEG
pie shooting around
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09
IDAHO WORLD.
~ LADY.

Herr s., osmjS ~ hAy = fair and % An:
Fron ~ ia Of rer hair 70 the glitter ana anime
~ ~ - - Iona silk With it, ruMeo Of hce-
4 vonderfni vision Of fashion and grace.
Here she oomes-my lady-drawing on the pink
which I know. even here. have the scent that che
And soft q she moves her fingers OF snow.
catch in the movement the sparkle and glow
OF the ring that gave her-$ha diamond solitaire.
That marks her ''my lady" In Vanity Fair;
Nv lady-my jewel-to have and to hold
As her diamond ID held-in q setting Of ootd.
Nv lady-my jewea-would she sparkle and glow
II into the light should suddenly CO.
And stand whore her beautiful eyes would discover
In the fash of . moment, the eyes OF her lover!
Would she turn to my glance n the diamond turns
To the light all its rays till 1t bushes and burns!
Should l. standing thus, in that moment-her lover;
Be the night Ill the hight Of her soul to discover
All, my lady-my jewel-so fair and 30 hne.
OF your soul have had little token OF sign:
When put on your finger that diamond solitaire
kaes sas bxyisS ~ Va~ity Fair!
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

AN OPTICAL IIIusioS.-Sanford Brown,
a resident of the town Of Huntington,
was the latest aspirant for the
four thousand dollars reward of
fered for the unfortunate Charles g..
Kelsey. Sanford is man OF herculean
proportions, standing about six feet
two in his stockings. and has evinced
considerable interest in the Kelsey
case. While visiting New York one
day last week, and passing through
Catharine street. he beheld a person
that Immediately caused four thousand
dollar visions. He rushed up 10 the
individual, laid wcighiy hand" on
his shoulder, and articulated in no
dove-likc tones: you are Charles G.
Kelsey. and my prisoner" The indi-
vdual thus ruacly accosted let out
from the shoulder. and Sandford went 10
grass. Sanford came I, time" and
renewed the attack. hut again meas
urcd six feet two. ON his back. The
valiant Sanford is now laid up for re-
pairs. with two black eyes as memen-
toes or his encounter. As sequel.
one Of the Catharine Market "b'hovs"
saws the next time he is taken for X ell
sev he will have tar bucket in readi-
ness.
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

sion is growing musty; the long lines
of stables are falling, and the stiff.
stark chimneys add to the spectacle Of
Idesolation.
LOOKING AT HIS INHERITANCE.
Jesse Richards walked around the
ruins of his native place on Friday,
said nothing, drank at the tavern in
Pleasant Mills, and went to his resi-
dence in Lower Bank. IF he had but
let whiskey alone" said his old mana
ger on Saturday, che might have been
up there in the Big Huse, and the first
man of Batsto." The Postmaster at
Pleasant Mills, pointing to the visible
chimneys standing like sentinels over
the desolation, said: "Whiskey has
killed that place." and pointing to an in
ebriate curled up in the sun against
the Post Office, added, and it's killing
its people.
Miss Jerusha Thompson, an aged
and feeble lady, has the mail contract
between Elwood and pleasant Mills.
She drives shambling rockaway over
a sandy, heavy road, and whips her
mare with cedar switch with leath-
er thong at its end. She will point
out to a passenger to Batsto (and she
has but one in three months, and since
the fire never expects to have another)
the church that was built in the woods
in 1908, the abandoned Catholic meet
ing house, with its cross broken, and
the bare climneys that skirt the beau
tiful lake in that dreary brush-grown
region, and tell the story of the end
of the pride of other days, and how
three young men swallowed $4,000
acres of land, foundry, two glass fac
tories grist mill, and the promising
village of Batsto.
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09
THE OLD, OLD STORY.

The old frames of the houses have
been patched up, carpets stretched
across the windows, and fires lighted in
the quaint fireplaces. Robert Stewart
who has $4,000 judgment against
the village, occupies part of one house,
and eats in the yard or his neighbours
kitchen. Robert Moore, who has a
judgment of 1900, returned from Phil
adelphia the day after the fire, and
found everything but the clothes on his
back in ashes. The same night, in pry.
ing into the burning cinders of one of
the consumed homes, Robert Stewart
rolled out glowing cannon ball, cast
in the Revolution at the old Batsto
and he and Thomas Moore and
Robert Moore told to each other for the
hundredth time the story of the rise
and fall of the Richards family, and
what liquor had to do with the present
desolation Of the promising village.
The long roofs Of the glass factories
curve in, and pool Of water has rot
ted holes through them. The walls are
crumbling. The foundry, with it's foun-
dations of century ago, is decaying;
the old spring Of sweet water, where
men have slaked their thirst for hun
dred years, is filing up; the old man.
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09
THE WORK OF THE RUN FIEND.

A JERSEY 1oWN II ASRHe-A COMMUNITY TURNED ou1
or pooRo n AZ HoU1-THI FALL OF THE SONS OF
Io1DxX G11I.
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

une can make money 60.
STARING RUIN IN THE FACE.
The workingmen were left unpaid.
They clamored for their wages. At
length they threw down their tools,
and the fires in the glass furnaces went
out, and the busy village of half cent.
ury was idle, and the men met, and
talked over the days when up at the
Big House, "Widlam" Richards, as their
dialect turns the name, kept every body
we'll fed and paid, and so endeared the
men to him that he had only to ask them
and they would fight for him.
The young men returned to their
home, and started the wheels of the
factories and mill again, and gave prom
Use of adding to the thrift of the vii
lage, as soon as the factories began to
return them more money, one after the
other went off on debauch, until Rob-
ert Stewart was again compelled to
treat with the clamorous workmen. A
few Of the wokmen under Jesse Rich
ards, agreed to work without their wa
ges for the sake Of the village. Many
moved away The old houses began to
crumble, the foundry tumbled in, the Ca
nal 'choked up, and the mill stopped.
Ten years ago the fires went out for
the last time. The retainers Of the
Big House chose the best of the dwell
ings, and chopped wood by the day for
enough to buy their bread. No rent
collector called on them, and a. one
The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-04-09

sion is growing musty; the long lines
of stables are falling, and the still.
stark chimneys add to the spectacle OF
desolation.