The Russellville Democrat., 1877-05-10
FACTS AND RANCHES.

SEEl the dapple-gray coursers of the morn beat up the light with their bright, silver hoofs, and chase it through the sky.-J Marston.
 MUSIC is discipline, and mistress of order and good manners; she makes the people misder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable.
 A MAN made bet that he could ride fywheel in a sawmill, and as his widow paid the bet, she remarked, civilian was a kind husband, but he did not know much about fywheels."
 "GoBANG" is the name of new Eng fish parlor game for children. In this neighborhood the girls "go-bang" the pianos several times a day. It is a par Tor amusement that everybody is tired of.
 MUSIC, of all the liberal arts, has the greatest influence over the passions; and is that to which the legislator ought to give the most encouragement.-N Napo- leon.
 THE Rome Sentinel says young lady in that city who is an enthusiastic Re- pu olican, named her canary bird Jim Blaine. He did not sing much, but she leved him tenderly, until last Saturday she discovered that Jim Blaine had laid an egg. Now she declares that no de- pendence can be placed on a politician.
 A PITrsBURG paper speaks of a young man "who shot himself in the West End one evening last week" There is noth- ing like being explicit. The young man is severely but not fatally wounded but if he had shot himself in the, southwest end, and little northerly veering south easterly, there would have been no hope of his recovery.
 AN Irishman to whom some wonderful story was told on the authority of 8 penny newspaper, declined to believe it, saying he distrusted all he saw in the "cheap prints" "Why shouldn't you believe the cheap papers" he was asked, Gas soon as any otherT' Because, was his ready answer, :" I don't think they can afford to speak the truth for the money"
 A LADY, prim and old -maidish, en- tered a bookstore on Broadway the other day and said: "Have you Gilbert's Theory for Mental Advancement 2" "No," said the bookseller, "but we have Bill Jones on Wet Head Bandages for the Intellectually Insane The old maid walfzed out. She was the eldest Miss Culture, of that -artifcially intel lectual village called Bosting.
 THE following exquisite passage is commended to all novel readers: Her large, limpid, lustrous eyes filled with big, billowy tears; Lurline leaned over tl,a dv;po ou ot ;opoar's inflow urline he sighed, feebly. Aye, Alonzo,' she an swered 'Lurline, said, meet me in the sweet buy-and buyp His breath comes fainter and with more difficulty. In moment more he was going, going, gone He is dead said the doctor. Yes, he has gone, absolutely and without reserve sobbed his wife"
 YOUR face seems familiar te me, sir, said one man to another on the train the other day; "can have met you before :? Was it at the centennial? Or didn't l see you at St. Louis last tall ?" "It may have been either, sir" courteously re- sponded the unknown, "for I was a Turkish Pasha in the cake and coffee business at Philadelphia, and subse- quently filled brief engagement in St. Louis as a cannibal. l am now on my way to California to become a gorilla if native talent meets with any encourage ment, but if business is bad 1 shall either let my hair grow and enter the lecture field or get chuck k-a-luck board and fol low the country fairs" "Life," said the other man, musing, "is full of vicis- situdes." "S She are," sententiously re- marked the interlocutor.