The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-07-07

fell from an embankment, striking his
head on rock pile, putting the neck
bone out of Joint and turning the head
rigidly half way round A doctor set
the head back and the boy is we'll again
Louise Chandler Moulton says that
to be properly dressed in the streets of
London woman must wear tinv bon
net, hanging upon knot of hair, an inn
mense crinoline, heelless boots, black
lace shawl, and her front hair pasted
down over her cheeks like a horses
binders
Among the gentlemen attending a
Masonic gathering at Albany recently
was one who signs himself this way,
when he is not in "a hurry: " Sir Fred H.
Waldron, 32d. r. w. Jr. G. Deacon, P.
T, l. Master, T. P G. Master, Val. CIR.
NJ. of C. R. and P. K NJ of Ger, and E.
Or. S. T. R., New Haven, Conn.
1t happened the other day that our
wife got hold of war map, represent
ing the Black Sea and Russian and Turk
ish armies, and when we got home she
had cut out two new dresses and neat
basque by it, and was beginning on
new-fashioned coat for ourselves. She
thought it was a fashion cut-and she
believes so yet.-O1 City call.
If you wish to understand woman's
capacity for business, just undertake to
overhaul heightened dressmaker's bill.
The way that one of these female harness
manufacturers will graft bones, buttons,
sewing silk fringe, lining, cambria, ETC.,
m to ha Crin al oh fpp nd
trimming is enough to send tirst-Class
double-entry bookkeeper to lunatic
asylum.-NOr,ojch Bulletin.
The reason why the name of "syn-
dictate" is given to the association of
bankers engaged in selling the new
United States loan is, that on the Cont
nent of Europe the directors of the old
| trading companies were called syndics.
In France, to this day, the creditors of
a bankrupt are allowed to appoint a
syndic to take possession of his prop
erty and wind up his business.
The Springfield (Mass) Republican
tells this as the last Moody story current
in Mortified: The Hinsdale butcher
drove past last Monday. Moody ran
killed." said the evangelist, approaching
the cart. g Yesterday" 81 don't want
any meat killed on Sunday" Butcher
drives on, soliloquizing soto goce. Re
turns Thursday, passing the Moody resi-
dence, full drive Moody halls him
again. Beefsteak?" Yes" Bring
in ten pounds" we don't take money
earned on Sundays" and butcher drives
on. Appears Monday morning again.
Moody on the watch. Beefsteak?"
Yes" Lays in a large stock; no ques
lions asked
Judge Hoyt, of the Kent Mich Cir
cult, administered a neat rebuke the other
day to jury who had shamefully failed
to discharge its duty. A woman named
Maud Wilson had been tried and ac-
quilted for stealing some goods, much to
the surprise of everyone. Two men,
named George King and George Alexan-
der, were arrested at the same time for
receiving the stolen property, and pleaded
guilty, one of them swearing on the trial
of the woman that he received the prop
erty, which was found in his possession,
from her and knew it was stolen. Upon
being arraigned for sentence the Judge
remarked to them: 81 do not think the
law contemplates Furnishing an accessory
after the fact, after an acquittal of the
principal. Hence | cannot pronounce
| sentence against you. You oere not
guilty Qt'the crime, as y0W supposed, and,
when you took the property from under
the sidewalk did no wrong. You are
discharged"
THREE WORDS.
One morn | knelt at low white rail,
At a beautiful rail of love,
And | hreathed a prayer that angels bore
To the golden shores above,
And heard the words they seemed to weave
You've asked, loved child, so now receive"
One eve knelt at portal sweet,
In the hush of twilight gray,
My lips moved not, and prayers alone
Assembled the heavenly way;
And gentle voice of wondrous kind
Then whispered: "You've sought and now
shall find"
I've spun the years of life's long span,
I've followed the thorny road,
I've felt my burden heavy, toe,
And my cross a weighty load
But now see a silver star,
And l know the golden gates ajar.
IT'S eve, and stars so brightly shine,
AS rap at a mighty door,
An angel guide stands closely by,
My friendly help once more;
Then comes a voice that bids me hope:
My child, you've knocked, and now III
ope!"