The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1874-10-15
SAYINGS AND DOINGS.

ono 10 love.
BALTIMORE has got a church fpire tif.
teen feet higher than anyin Boston, and
she chuckles and grins and pokes Bos-
ton in the ribs about it. II isn't fash
ionable to belong to a church with a
spirc less than two hundred feet high.
DIR. MARY WALLER, who parts her
clothes in tho middle, is authority for
the statement of John Stuart Mill that
p~etticoats are but another name for
~passiveneSs that corsets signify coer-
cion, and that the trail is embodied
thraldom.
The following epitaph appears on a
tombstone in Thompson, Connecticut
Here lies the body Of Jonathan Rich.
ardsOn, who never sacrificed his reason
at the altar Of superstition's god, and
who never believed that Jonah swallow
cd a whale"
THREE Highlanders sat by their toddy
on a rainy day, and as au Englishman
was present they INDUCED themselves
in the idioms of his country. One said,
"This is the best whisky never tasted
any more" The second said, $50 did
| neither" The third concluded,
"Neither did / too"
Turv bovo sor,d IN uolco,ob v,1lov
California, II minoralogicaI marvel, n
twelvo milos from Rom lnkn above
which II riara Zoo font TLo crown NJ
tho mountain ia said 10 ba a mage of
ooId haor;no rocL q, fent bioh 1oo
Feet wide and about two miles in length
The assays have yielded $40 a ton.
Tuprr Sr,soNg
"a cup for hopeH' phe said.
In rprng-tlmo, Gro thcbloom waa old;
The crimson vino was poor and cold
hy nor mouth rc'''f f'"'
"A cup for love! how low,
Low 1oli 'ie words ana AL tho %hlIe
li L,I a" ",, " wa" oGn ,rr Gmnw VIII" " '""''
C"i1 cmn ,,'n, nyo ,ouat 1,oin ,lo,o.
While autumn winds arc up and moan
Across the barren sea,
Hone memory, love.
Hope for fair nom, and love FOR day
Aud memory FOR the evening gray
Ana Sol'afy do'o'
JEROME BoNirARrE, the second son
OF the deceased nephew OF the great
Napoleon, has been recently admitted
nleo woo nronnnncaI an aImir.hIo or'
fort full rf nro,nieo NJ futnrn d;st;nc.
lion Ua,a Ioqcr,hod q, Gno lnnk;nr
vonno mon Of crave osnect With on oI'
miroLly yn,moi hand an1 , faca fnIl af
,ntolIoctnol nv,,rnss;nn
,"
hHt,H9 'u.'J, "i'tinH OF -" Rr"SSiop-
po, sIs''1'Ioa VI hi"isn'li county, says
NoAs u"y s"u oorn,io''T iooAea ire
tops of vegetables, then the roots. leav.
ing a hole in the ground, In the alb.
senco OF other fruit, we have been
counting greatly on the peaches the
trees are stripped, only the stones left
hanging on by the stems
ETERNITY is n solemn word and a sol.
m world. The soul of man shrinks
back with dismay md drend from enter.
ing that mysterious abode of snirits
And yet all are on their way to eternity,
and must soon enter it, and enter il
alone. But how littlethink the gay and
plenS'iro ioVihR' VINO tread 10 near Its
uaih nno.rS' now sooh thoy must launch
AWAY Oh 'haI uhtr'cd ocean.
An AMERICAN millionaire has oiven
an order to Dresden for n dinner sor.
vice, IL c~onsists or eleven hundro1
pieces, into which fftv different ahnlos
and colora nro introduced Tho nln,na
and dishes for each conrsc oro NJ ff;Tar
tern. and in tho ccmtro % "nnL
> ,nmejnd londgnann n,1an
ent Pr come cci,brntcd
pinto 10 an o-. t. il 50 600
ouci ",Hn oop' Tho
piece Oh h'"'""'S' '"o '0"
So'u'
BrSYAS, the author OF filgrirhs I
on being Gust INTO prison
made n flute OF one OF tho rails OF 'he
stool belonging to his cell. Inc Keeper
heard sweet music, but con'd h0'
trace it, na Bnnyan ON his approach AZ
ways replaced the rail IN the DO lhe
officers searched in vain Tor the mystic
rious sounds, but Bnnyan kept ms 80
cret, and tho bailled men were forced 10
believe them supernatural.
s.o,, oo.or,,c, cotton focto.
nrr"r' ,t" hnyn Lrnn received.
nL;oh sbny thot tho wt,ol CONSUMPTION
81 the ]eeyentecn mills during tho past
wear to Aug. 81, was 1881 bales of
cotton. During The Inst quarter OF the
wear they consumed 1925 bales. Six OF
these mills ran TO their iuil capacity,
aud eleven did not. Had ali rum to
their full capacity, they would hay
consumed 1908 bales more than the
above total indicates.
Tnouaur ongenders thought. Place
ono idcn upon paper-ahothcr will fol.
low il, and still another, until you have
written q Il You cannot fathom
our mind. There IL ii well Of thought
there which hiss no bottom. Tho more