The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1876-03-10

THE newest thing in twirs is the pro
duct of Glasgow, KY. They only welgl
two mounds and a half each, ana woulqn On !.
make a moderate lunch for hungry-fD "
Islander.
A VERMONT man returned home the
other day. after an absence OF eleven
wears. and found that neither of the three
bnsbands his wife had married and buried
had fixed the gate.
In the Jardin PAcclimatation, Bols
de RouJoque. Paris, are some hundredS
of kanqaroos, recently arrived from Aus
| traIia. The kangaroo has been lntro-
duced into several large estates IN
France. and is now hunted there IKE
| other game. The flesh Is sold I'D tne
market. and is considered a great dalnty'
They tell of an ancient lady in Cali
fornia who was dlsappoihteu III -
several years ago, and then piedgeu heI-
self to never cut her toe-nails again.
| Her toe-nails are ROW so long that Hle
can not wear shoes, and she is sorry she
vowed. We suspect it has never oc-
CURED to her to bite them off; or she
might place them on railroad track,
and have them crushed of, without
breaking her vow. She can't expect 70
get husband as long as she wears such
toe-nails.
The following suggestion, given IN
Scribner's Magazine, is worthy the CON
alteration of parents: Nervousness with
a child is almost always a matter OF the
stomach. A crust of bread will usually
put an end to the most obstinate perveree-
ness. Children, for this reason, should
never be allowed to go to bed, after mt
of crying, with an empty stomach.
bit of bread and Jelly or cup of custard
will bring back smiles and happiness
when all the moral law fails, and for the
soundest of reasons.
THE secret mysteries of a divine life
of new nature--Of Christ formed IN our
hearts-they cannot be written or spoken.
Al painter that would draw rose, though
he NAV furnish some Likeness OF It IN
figure and color, yet he can never paint
the scent and fragrancy, or If he would
draw a flame, he cannot put constants
heat into his colors; he cannot make his
pencil drop a sound. Neither are we able
to enclose in words and letters the life,
soul and essence of any spiritual truths,
and, as it were, TO incorporate 1t IN them.
In Warren county, n. Y, the other
Sunday, large bear from the mountains
entered a church and walked up the aisle
while the minister was preaching, but
dOubting the orthodoxy Of the discourse,
or discusted at the over-poiteness OF the
everybody vacatlng the
news IN his behalf as soon as he appeared,
ke didn't stsy long, but quietly walked
out and returned 20 the woods. H. may
be. too that the odor OF the grease on
the young peoples hair reminded HIM
painfully of the fate oil his deceased
parents.
THE LEvELER.-
The king he reigns en- a throne Of gold,
Fenc'd round by his right divine"
The baron he sits in his castle old,
Drinking his ripe, red wine;
But below, below in his ragged coat,
The beggar he tuneth a hungry note;
Ind the. debtor is down with an aching head
SO the world goesi
So the steam flows
Yet there is a fellow whom nobody knows,
Who maketh all free
On land and sea,
And forceth the rich like the poor to flee.
The lady lies down in her warm white lawn,
And dreams of the pearlcd bride;
The mikmaid sings TO the mild-eyed dawn,
Sad songs on the cold hillside,
md the bishop smiles, rs on high he sits,
O'er the scholar who writes and starts by hts,
And the girl who her nightly needle Plies
Looks out for the Summer Of lIfe-and dies!
20 the world goes
So the stream flows!
Yet there Is fellow whom nobody knows
Who maketh all free
On land and sea,
And lorceth the rich ike the poor to tlee.
JENNIE JUNE relates this reminiscence
of her life at Southbridge, Mass:
had only one enemy in Southbridge, to
NV knowledge, and this was an elder
deacon's wife; the way it came about
was this: | was my nephew's teacher,
as well as my brother's housekeeper, and
on one occasion, when we had been IN
yited to dine in state at her house, she
called out TO Egbert in a high voice from
her end of the table, Sonny, won't you
have some puddin'? p and, to the horror
and CONSERVATION of his papa and myself,
the terrible infant cried, quite ~ loudly,
Il guess if you lived at our house my
aunt would make you say pudding
am sure at that moment ! wished gram
rner and correct pronunciation were with
truth at the bottom Of a well, but 1t was
of no avail. Going home, my reverend
brother remarked, Ut will never be for
given. Jennie, and he proved to be
right it never was"