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The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-12-03

ALLAN RUTHERFORD, date 3D. Auditor
~ u Treasury ATTORNEY ANDCOUN-
ton, d. c. Having been Sd Auditor o: the
United States Treasury for six years, / am
thoroughly familiar with the course of bust
ness before the Government Departments.
Special attention given. 70 the settlement of
Masters MarsbaIsM aiI Contfocinrs aNc. Re-
fers to Hon. Saml p. Phillips, Solicitor Gene
raj; Hon. James Gilfillan, Treasurer of the
itor u. s. Treasury. oct2i-wly
The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-12-03
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Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1878-10-04
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LINES
ON SEEING A MULE KICK MAN THROUGH
THE ROOF OF SHED.
..f-, o mule!
What strong and complicated machinery!
What sudden and precipitate extremes!
Mans Judgment and his vision must be Keen, Oh he
Will hesitate to rouse thee from thy dreams.
rugged school
Trained thy great Qatddrscops ertensoT,
To bust key of nails, kick down fence, or
Lift man, o mule!
Say, mule,
Thou vast not always thus insoluble,
Insensate to kindly touch or word?
Not always have thy accents, loud and voluble,
Mans fearful heart with dreadful terror stirred?
Has your harsh rule
Always impelled him with emotions feet
To fly the fondling of thy latter feet?
Say gentle mule?
Speak, mule!
Why didst thou, with intense vitality,
Lift through the hngeless roof of yonder shed
A man; an earth born child Of immortality,
Because he passed thee with incautl0uS tread!
He was no fool,
That born soulless mules should KICK him. NO,
He was scholar; an A. M, a Phi. d. D.
Ch!!-Whoa, mule!!l
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Connecticut Western News.
 PUBLIsHED AT CANAAN, uTcHFIELD COUNTY, CT. EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING. Local News a Speciality.
TERMS

TERMS: sz.oo PER YEAR, if paid strictly In advance. II not paid at the expiration of three months, s2:26 win be charged
 Subscribers desiring their papers discontinued must give notice at the EXPIRATION of their subscriptions, any previous notice not being sufhcient; and unless all arrearages are paid papers will not then be discontinued save at the option of the publisher.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Loss of Fractional Currency.

The operations of the Treasury De- partment have, during the past two years, been such as to cause the almost entire disappearance of fractional cur rency from circulation. So common has small silver com become that it is rare we see any of the once abundant green back currency which it displaced. All has been retired that has found it's way into the Treasury, but the nominal sum of $16, 497, 429, outstauding, which is carried along on the books of the Treas ury. Of this large sum 1t is, however, safe to say perhaps less than $500, GOO will ever be presented for redemption. It is believed that nearly the entire $l6,- 100000 yet outstanding has been lost, burned or destroyed in various ways, leaving just that sum to the credit o1 the Government. Being more frequent ly handled than paper money of larger denominations, and being in sums of lesser value, it's holders were never 80 careful with it as with greenbacks. It was passed in such dilapidated con- dition that, growing worse from day to day. the last holders cared little what become of it, and not unfrequently burned or threw it away. The result oi it all IS that the Government has made just thls amount of money, just as it has made many millions by the destruction by fire and other causes of greenback notes.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Work for Lawyers.

The late Allen T. Wilson, of Marion county, Cal, left property worth about $36, 900 and most remarkable will. It provides that his only son shall give to his mother $500 year for her support, providing, however, that she shall not give any money to any Catholic church, priest or society. If the son attains the age of ten years, and then uses tobacco, or drinks alcohol, wine, beer or cider, he shall forfeit all rights under the will or live for a month upon nothing but bread and water, and each time he com mits the offence the penance must be repeated. If, after he is eighteen years old, he shall drink or smoke, he shall forfeit his heritage, or work steadily for a year as a common farm laborer and save one-haH of the wages. If he be- comes Catholic, or if, after he is eigh- teen years old, he shall give any money wh hatever to a Roman Catholic priest, or layman, he shall forfeit his estate.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Prepared for . Whipping.

Zjo'a's Herald tells story of old-time discipline at Wilbraham Seminary when Rev. Dr. Fisk WAS the presiding officer: "There was one minister's son, now in the New-England Conference, (and very faithful and useful Pastor he has been,) a member of g large ministerial family, who in his academic days was as full of mischief as the proverbiaI minister's son is supposed to be. He taxed the well-known elastic patience of Dr. Fisk to the last degree. Finally. the Doctor said to him, after capital act of misconduct: You must prepare yourself for severe whipping When the appointed time came the Docto, was on hand, very much more affected, apparently, than the irrepressible nischief-maker. After 8 solemn dis course in that most melting tone of voice that no one can forget who ever heard it, she Doctor drew his rattan and laid it with considerable unetion upon the boys back. Nothing but dust followed the blow. The subject of the discipline was entirely at his ease, and evidently quite unconscious of the stroke. 'Take of your coat, sir was the next command, tor the Doctor was . little reused Again whistled the rattan around the boys shoulders, but with no more effect. Take off your vest, sir shouted the Doctor of went the vest, but there was another under it. of with the other ' and then, to the astonishment of the administrator of justice, he ex- posed dried codish, defending the back of the culprit like a shield, while below there was evidently stretching over exposed portions of the body a stout leather apron. What does this mean?' said the Doctor. Why said the great rogue, in Q particularly humble and persuasive tone, you told me Doctor, to prepare myself for punishment, and have done the best I could ' It was out of the question to pursue that act of discipline any further at that time. And it is doubtful whether it was ever re- sumed again.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
A Heroic Convict.

In Memphis when the fever's deadly breath first smote the city, a man, a stranger, offered his services as a nurse. They were accepted, and he began his duties in the hospital. He was skillful, attentive, and unremitting in his care of the sufferers. It turned out later that this man had but recently been released from prison, where he had served out sentence of ten years. Some of the physicians upon learning this part of his history, regarded him X little Suspici- ously, and hinted that his attention to the sick was not without questionable motive. They watched him sharply. Finally, from the funds sent by the North, he was paid for months service. It was enough to have taken him out of the fever-stricken county, had he chosen to go. He was seen to go out of the hospital on the day he received the money, and colored policeman followed him. He hurried along the streets until he came to the post-ofice. There was box in which to deposit contributions to the fever fund. The ex-convict dropped in every dollar he had received for the month, and then returned to his post at the hospital. Two or three days later he was missed from his accustomed place, and it was not until the next week that his body was found with that of an old negro, in m!serable shanty. He had gone to nurse this negro who had been left to die alone, and so met his fate, being himself stricken with the fever. There was none to offer as much as cup of cold water to him who had tenderly cared for more than hundred of the fever's victims. This man had spent ten years behind prison-bars. His crime is not told. Perhaps he was O thief, perhaps forger, possibly mur- derer. But however black his blots up on his life's page, let ic be said that his death wiped them out. If living he trod only the paths of sin, his death at least was divine-for he died for others.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30

the walk, and across the field that led to the Gold place." and then entered tho cottage.
 The babies slept quietly; and side by side, as in days gone by, they sat down near tho vine-eovered easement, and talked long and freely of the past, present, and future.
 :" It has been long night, dearest, D he said, "but with Gods help, tho day will now dawn upon you. You have ever been faithful wife and mother. I have caused you much suffering; but in future it shall be my endeavor to be what I ought to be, both to you and my children"
 Lizzie pressed closer to his side, and looked confdingly in his face. but she made no reply and after short pause, William said, hesitatingly: "Perhaps, Lizzie, you are not aware that we have still some trials to pass through. We are in debt. and unless I can make some arrangements with my creditors, we must part with our pleas ant home to satisfy their claims.
 "Do we owe SO very much?" asked Lizzie, shade of anxiety passing over her countenance.
 "A mere trihe to those who have riches but large sum to those who have nothing" {" was the reply. "About five hundred dollars, believe"
 Lizzie gently disengaged herself from the arm which her husband had thrown around her, and entered the little room where the children were sleeping. In a few minutes she returned, and placing small work box in her husbands hand, said, smilingly:
 "Here is gift for you, dear Will liam.''
 "And a rather heavy one, for the size, to say the 1east," he replied, as he raised the lid. "Why, Lizzie p was his as- tonished exclamation. "Where did this money come from?"
 "Have you forgotten the three glasses day you indulged mo in for 50 many years?" replied Lizzie, smiling st the look of amazement with which her hus- band surveyed the large collection of five, ten, and twenty-five cent pieces which formed the contents of the work box.
 Us it possible that you treasured it up in this manner, my little wife?
 1T saved it against time of need, Will liam dear; it is all yours now. There is more than five hundred dollars there. We may keep our own, dear homer'
 "And I am free man once more, thanks to my own, dear wife, exclaimed William, as he claspsd her to his bosom. "I accept your gift, love, as freely as it is given. Strange that both sorrow and gladness should be caused by the three glasses day r"
 Years passed on. The busy sound of the blacksmith's hammer was still heard in the little shop. The gray-hsired gen. tleman still smoked his pipe, as, with a complacent air, he watched his indus trious son at his work, and both at the old homestead and the cottage, all was sunshine and happiness. The dark cloud had indeed passed away.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
THE VILLAGE GIRL.

The sun went down and evening came, the
 quiet summer even, A mass of glowing purple lay between the
 farms and heaven; A weary troop of men went by, their days
 hard labor done, Tired and contented, toward their homes they
 wended one by one. Close by the field where all day long the hard
 hot strife was raging, A cottage by the wayside stood, half-desolate
 and ageing, And on it's worn low steps there sat silent
 girl, and unused ; And watched the troop come slowly by, in
 weary line confused. She looked like one who sought friend, she
 scanned each mans face nearly, High burned the color in her cheek, too high
 for sunset merely; She sat so quiet, looked so warm, SO flushed
 with secret heat, It seemed she listened as she gazed, and felt
 her own heart beat. But when the men had all gone past and not
 word was spoken, The poor girls cou age tailed at last, and all
 her strength was broken. She wept not loud, but on her hand her weary forehead fell, And large tears followed one by one as from a
 burning well. "Why dost thou weep? For hope may break, just where the gloom is deepest o daughter, hear thy mothers voice, 0 need less tear thou weepest; He whom thy eyes were seeking for, whose face thou couldst not see, He is not dead he thought of love, and still he lives for thee.'' shivering the maiden rose like one whom awful dreams awaken, As if some grim foreboding all her soul in her had shaken She fingered not, she sought the place where late had ragged the fight, And stole away and swiftly fled and vanished out of sight. Late she returned; with silent steps she came to meet her mother, The pallid eyelids strained no more with tears she fain would smother; But colder than the wind at night the hand that mother pressed, And winter than winter cloud the maiden's cheek and breast. Make me grave, o mother dear; my days on earth are over! The only man that fled to-day, that coward was my lover; He thought of me and of himself, the battle field he scanned, And then betrayed his brothers hope and shamed his fathers land. o mother. have looked for him where'er the dead are lying But none of al the stricken bear his features calm in dying; Now will live no more on earth in shame to sit and sigh, He lies not there among the dead, and there fore will die.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Inner Life of a Newspaper.

The Norristown Herald says Rev. Joseph Cook is going to lecture on 'sThe Inner Life of Newspaper" But did the reverend gentleman ever "jeff" for beer, play seven-up on the bed of a hand-press, or hear the forty-horse power remarks made when form is "pied?" We don't believe he knows enough about the inner life of a news paper to truthfully portray the feelings of an editor who accepts $40 box of patent medicines for $1OO worth of ad- vertising, and is compelled to either dis pose of it for $4 or take it himself.
 Patent medicine is one of the articles of trade that his employees will not accept in payment of wages. They say the line must be drawn somewhere, and they draw it at Browns Octagon Pills" and "Smith' Parabolio Liver Searcher. |"
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
Went Out With the Old.

A North Carolina letter says:-In ono of the isolated mills we were told this story: "After the war we determined to put entirely new machinery here to re- place the old, which was nearly worn out. As soon as Sam heard of this, the old negro came to mo, saying: 'Oh, Mass'r George, don't do dat You'll ruin us all I said: 'Oh, no, Sam all the old things are passed away we must improve with the times these looms are all old and old-fashioned one can do much better with something newer. But he was not satisfied, poor old soul Every hour of the day he was to be seen, with sorry face, hanging around the place, which had wonderful fasci- nation for him, but he was never re- signed to the change ;. and as the last loom was taken away he fell to the hoor-dead."
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
The Loss of the Express.

The following details are given of the loss of the steamer Express, near the mouth of the Potomac river. The Ex- press left Baltimore at o'clock Tuesday afternoon, with freight and passengers for Washington and other points on the Potomac River. About midnight the wind freshened and continued to in- crease in violence until o'clock, when it blew heavy gale, veering from east to southeast. The steamer labored heavily and the waves broke clear over her upper deck. About 4: 30 o'clock her ioiner-work began to give way, and efforts were made to head her for the shore. The storm was now so furious that it was impossible to stand against it, and the rolling of the boat prevented the en. inc from working fast enough to keep steerage way on her. It was evident that the upper deck was fast giving way, and it was deemed advisable to let go the anchors to bring her head to the wind, in the hope of her riding out the gale, or least, until it should
 
 cables parted as soon as she broached to, and the steamer went adrift, being no longer manageable. Every feasible means was employed to bring her under control, but all to no purpose. The Express was now off Hooper's Straits. A driving rain helped to beat down the sea, which was now running at great height, every wave washing the boat from stem to stern. Soon after o'clock, there came a terrific crash, the joiner work had started from the stanchions The passengers and crew had hardly time to realize what had occurred before wave tore the saloon deck, like so much paper-work, and the following pillow swept it of to sea, and with it all on board,
 Those on board had secured life pr reservers at the earliest period of the gale. Some of the officers tried to secure the boats, but they were washed away, and broken up. A moment after the upper deck had been carried away, and the hull rolled over and sank, bottom upward. Those of the passengers and crew that could reach portions of the wreck clung to them, but the heavy sea washed them off again, and at daylight only about eight persons could be seen. These, as we'll as could be made out, were Capt. Barker, James A. Douglass, Quartermaster, and colored passenger whose name could not be learned. These three were cGnging to part of the saloon deck. Some distance off, on another portion of the wreck, were F. J. Stone, Purser; John Douglass, Quarter master William Cant, colored cook George Green, baggage-master, and Hiram A. De Khan. These latter drifted toward Barren Island, and were picked up by boat from the steamer Shirley, which is ashore, high and dry. The Captain and his companions were picked up at o'clock in the afternoon by an oyster pungy, Capt. Baker, and taken to Crisfeld.
 The Express had g crew of twenty-ene, and eight passengers. It is supposed that fully twenty lives were lost.
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
A Singular Serpent.

Down among the seaweed stoms and
 pointed rocks we perceive long, black, tangled string, like giants leather bootlace set to soak. Let us trace it ill it's various folds and twists, and disen- tangle some of them. We shall then have in hand tough, slippery, India rubber-hke substance, which might well be pronounced sea string, and classed with the long trailing e5s among which we had found it. A sea string it is, but not weed in fact, living lasso, capable of consuming the prey it encloses within its treacherous folds From twenty to thirty feet is no uncom- mon length for this artful, animated fishing line to reach, but it's diameter r"rel, exceeds nn eighth of an inch. It mas 8 mouth, however, carohls of con- siderable distention and holding power. What can appear more innocent than this delicate-looking creeper trailing here and there as the heaving water swells and flows as the tide comes in? Let an un- wary tube dweller, lulled into false security, stretch forth its tentacles to meet the welcome wave, and 6 pointed head is adroitly insinuated. The mouth effects its tenacious grasp on the yield ing tissues, and the tenant of the tube becomes food for the Nen1ertes Borlasii, for such is the name of this cord-like freebooter.
 MT. Kingsbury appears to have more than ordinary interest in the habits of this strange creature. Speaking of it, he inquiries: els 1t alive? It hangs helpless and motionless, a mere velvet string across the hand. Ask the neigh boring annelides, and the fry of the rock fishes or put it in vase at home, and see. It lies motionless, trailing itself among the gravel. You cannot tell where it begins or ends. It may be a strip of dead seaweed, or even a tarred string. So thinks the little fish who plays over 1t, till he touches at last what is too surely 6 head. In m instant Q bell shaped sucker mouth has fastened to it's side in another instant, from one lip, a concave double proboscis, just like a tapir's (another instance of the repeti- tion of forms), has clasped him like 8 finger. And now begins the struggle, but in valn. He is being played with such fishing rod as the skill of Will son or Stoddard could never invent; a living line, with elasticity beyond that of the most delicate hy-rods, which fol lows every lunge, shortening and length ening, slipping and twisting round every piece of gravel and stem of seaweed with tiring drag, such as no Highland wrist or step could ever bring to bear on sal mon or trout. The victim is tired now, and slowly yet dsxterously ''is blind as- sailant is feeling and shifting, along his side till he reaches one end of him and then the black lips expand, and slowly and surely the curved finger begins packing him end foremost down into the gullet, where he sinks inch by inch till the swelling which marks his place is lost among the coils, and he is probably macerated into pulp long before he has reached tue opposite extremity. Once safe down, the black murderer contracts again into knotted heap, and lies like boa with stag inside him, motion less and blest."
Connecticut western news., 1878-10-30
WAITING.

Learn to wait-lifes hardest lesson,
 Conned, perchance, through binding tears ! While the heart-throbs sadly echo
 To the tread of passing years. Learn to wait-hope's slow fruition;
 Faint not, though the way seems long; There Is joy in each condition,
 Hearts, though suffering, may grow strong Constant sunshine, however welcome,
 Ne'er would ripen fruit or foweri Giant oaks owe half their greatness
 To the scathing tempest's power.
 Thus soul, untouched by sorrow,
 Aims not at higher state; Joy seeks not brighter morrow
 Only sad hearts learn to wait. Human strength and human greatness
 Spring not from life's sunny side; Heroes must be more than driftwood,
 Floating on waveless tide.