National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1875-10-08

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next day.
Money will be close and times hard so,long
as insolyent men persist in wearing diamond
pins and sporting brandy -smashes. y,
Down on the borders of the Red River they
get up in the morning ard quietly remark:
'Give Us this day our daily quinine.'
The Nonparea, of Council Bluffs, says it has
a most execrable pun, in which we are directly
interested. If it be original, frieni Non, pub
lsh it in the name of variety, for 1t will be the
only home-manufactured article you have pre-
sented to your readers this year. You might use
half of it at a time for there is no telling when
you will get another.
Over two hundred and fftyIChristians have
been slain on the plains and in the mountains
of Seryia and Bosnia within the past three
months. These people have virtually been
slaves of the Ottoman Empire in the past, and
now that they rise to throw off this thra,dom,
they are mercilessly'put to death. The Great
Powers are not so great as they might be in
this important and urgent matter.
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ford, Conn, but the poormaster kindly thought
of Boston, generous, open-hearted Boston, the
city that loves to do good deeds for charity's
sake, and he unselfshly put Timothy on
train bound for that city and paid his way.
Boston was deprived of doing anything more
for him than to give his corpse proper burial.
He died in the depot.
Gen. N. B. Forrest has $50 acres of land
under cultivation near Glencoe station, Shelby
county, Miss, 430 of which are in cotton. He
sent up the first installment of the new crop,
amounting to ten bales, averaging 53S pounds
each.-Er. Here is an excellent example for
such as Davis and Hill. If, instead of telling
others how to till the soil, they would learn
the art by practicing the theory, they would
place themselves in a position which quite be-
comes men of their record and notoriety.
She is sweet sixteen, and her name is Mamie,
and in the dreary, dampened dungeons of San
Francisco she pines Ter life away. She is ten
der hearted, and the bushes of retiring mod
esty mantle her fair face whenever she catches
the glance of an inquisitive eye; and when, in
the course of justice, drunken man, bleeding
thrown into the prison, SIZE swoons with the
grace and ease of an Eastern belle. Her last
name is Gillard, and the little duck is awaiting
trial for cutting-a man open four times with
ponderous bowie knife, and then pulyerizing
his head with a brick, all because he ran of
with a r6d-headed seamstress who had more
charms than Mamie Gillard.
Guibord's bones seem at last destined to
peaceful and permanent burial. The struggle
has been a long and disgraceful one, and
neither of the contending parties will come
out of the strife with unblemished hands.
That in this nineteenth century there should
have been q contention over the crumbling
bones Of human being seems like prepos-
ferrous dream. But it is truth and fact as
yet unsettled. A plan has been arranged,
however, which is expected to put perma-
nent end to the strife. The body is to be buried
in tomb lined with bombs, and these missiles
are to have the necessary requisites for scat
tering the body of the first man who attempts
to modest the silent cell to the four winds of
heaven. When those bones have received for
the second time the ceremonial rites of the
dead, and are carefully lowered into their last
resting place, and the bombs neatly slowed
away meath the green sward, it will be wise
and wholesome for those who wish to modest
them, rather to jump into fire of well-illed
glycerine cans.
Sammybard, (Which" was postmaster at At
lanta, is peculiar old gentleman in his way.
We have it from private sources-but we
hardly know whether it is right to make it
public or not-that he really regrets not having
been in existence at the formation of our
sphere, so that he, in connection with William
Allen, could have formed an advisory board
from which the Creator might have drawn
wisdom. 1t is supposed that this regret so
burdened the old ex-Confederate quartermas-
ter's soul that the duties of his postmastership
were allowed to 60 to the dogs, which very
unfortunate affair led to his forcible resignation
of that important position. But then, when
an old gentleman has passed into his second
political childhood, with a number of blighted
ambitious hopes clinging to him like barnacles
10 a sunken hulk, we must expect him to per
form rather eccentric and ridiculous things
quite as often as any opportunity for it is Of
fered. The saddest sight, perhaps, of any that
meet our gaze in the political world is that of
broken-down, dilapidated politician strug-
Cling with the waves of adversely which his own
impolitic course have brought down against
him with increasing fury. These pictures are as
plentiful as leaves on the strand, still we know
of none in which the utter abject wretchedness
of tie scene is illustrated with such force and
truthfulness as the one presented by Sammy
bard in these the latter days of his political
insignifcance. Each man will have his day,
but when he has had 1t tits useless to seek for
it again.
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