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The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1879-09-23
Died Yesterday.

Every day is written this sentence
"Died yesterday" so and so. Every
day a flower is plucked from some sum
nv home a breach made in some happy
circle; jewel stolen from some treasury
of love Each day, from the summer
fields OF life, some harvest disappears
yea, every hour, some sentinel falls from
his post, and is thrown from the ram.
parts of time into the surging waters Of
eternity. Even as we write. the funeral
Of one who "died yesterday" winds like
winter shadow along the street. '1'l'
"Died yesterday" Who died1 Per.
baps it was gentle babe, sinless as an
angel, pure as a zephyr's hymn-one
whose laugh was as the gush Of summer
rills lettering in the bower of roses
whose little life was a perpetual litany,
a May-time crowned with the passion OF
flowers that never fade Or, maybap IL
was q youth, hopeful and generous
whose path was hemmed by flowers, with
not serpent lurking underneath, one
whose soul painted for communion with
the great and good, and reached forth
with earnest struggle for the guerdon
in the distance. But that heart is still
now; be "died Yesterday" fge bsA
g 'Died yesterday" Ayoung girl, pure
as the orange flowers that clasp her fore
head, was stricken down as she stood as
the altar; and from the dim aisles Of the
temple she was born to the sgarden Of
the slumberers -" A tall crowned man,
girt with the halo or victory, and at the
days close under his own vine and fig
tree, fell to the dust. even as the anthem
tremhled upon his lips; and be, too, was
laid 'swhere the rude forefathers Of the
hamlet sleep" An aged patriarch, bowed
with age and cares, even as be looked
out upon the distant hills for the co ming
of the angel host, sank into q dreamy
sIumher; aud on his door post is writ
ten, "Died yesterday"
''Died yesterday" Daily, men. wo.
men and children are passing away; and
hourly in some graveyard the soil 10
flung to the world. AS often, Ia the
morn, we find some flower that blushed
so sweetly in the sunset has withered up
forever, so daily, when we rise from the
bivouac to stand against our posts, we
miss some other soldier whose merry
cry in sieges and struggles ofatbe past
has been FIRE from Heaven upon our
hearts. s
Each day some pearl drops from the
jewel thread Of friendship--sone Tyre
to which we have been won't to lieten--
has been hnshed forever. But wise 10
he who mourns not the pearl and music
lost, for life with him shall pass away
gently as an eastern shadow from the
hills. and death he n trinrnnh and oain.
The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1879-09-23
DRESS MAKING,
Rooms Above Jones' Store.

MISS F. "A JONES
TJAS just received new supply Of Spring
Il Patterns for Ladies, Misses and Chill
dren, and solicits the patronage of the ladies
of Woodsfeld and vicinity. She is prepared
TO 10 FIRST CLASS WORK.
Also, cut and Ht for those who desire to have
them made elsewhere,
Patterns Of all styles for sale-aprl, '7em3
The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1879-09-23

An editor being asked, "Do hogs
pay ?" says great many do not They
take the paper several years and then
have the postmaster send 1t back mark
ed "refuseG.r
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
HE MET HER AT THE FAIR,
TCincinnati En0uirer. I

At the Children's Home Fair, a few
nights since, a nice young man, saun-
tering around in the vicinity of the
floral department, was suddenly ac-
costed by fair young girl, who held
out pretty nosegay to him and said:
"Allow me to offer You this button
hole boquet, sir" and presented it
with bewithing grace.
"a thousand thanks" said the
young man, bowling quite low, and
taking the flowers from her pretty
fingers.
"Now, who the duce is this fair
Flora that she should give me but
ton hole boquet'" was a question tho
young man asked himself, as he con-
templated the rosebud, the heliotrope,
the geranium leaf and the jasmine
spray. 1.-THE rose, that's for lover
unused the young man as he reluct-
antly turned to 60; ''but blessed if /
can tell what the heliotrope, the gera-
mum and the jasmine stand for, but
I'll find out before I sleep, if have
to ransack every book in the public
library"
"Fifteen cents, please" sail the
young lady; calling::gently after linn.
The young man grew white, red
and spotted by turns, handed her a
dollar note, and, without waiting for
change, rushed out on the sidewalk,
and battered his head forty or fifty
times against the side of the building,
while he called upon all the gods that
inhabit the blue empyrean to look
down upon the doggondest fool that
ever lived since the world began.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
PATCHES AID HEROES.

"Three! four I! five! How fanny!''
cried the girls. 'Hurrah," shouted
the boys. What were they countingf
Yes; the patches on poor Constance's
dress. She heard every word and
tile boys laugh. Poor little heart!
At first she looked down, then the
tears came with a great rush, and she
tried to run home.
"Cry-babyr' said the boys. l,as
"Don't want her to sit next to me-"
said Ella Gray.
"What right had she to come to
our schoolf" whispered proud Lily
Gross.
"There! don't mind o word they
say!" exclaimed Douglas Stewart,
leaving the group Of rude boys and
trying to comfort Constance, 'Let
me carry your books" he continued.
"Cheer up! It is only q little way to
your home, isn't it,"
Constance looked up through her
tears to see the bravest boy in school
at her side.
~ live in the little house under the
HILL" said Constance. '1t isn't like
your grand house."
''No matter for that. It has pretty
vines and climbing roses, and it's q
very nice house to live in" said Doug
las. II dare say you are happy
there n
eyes; I don't want to come to this
school again." said Constance, softly.
ooh, things will be all right in a
day or two" said the boy, kindly.
Never mind them just now"
They had been talking of heroes d
little while before they had been
wishing to he like Alexander, and
Cesar, and Napoleon. There was
not a hero among them except this
same Douglas Stewart, who dared to
stand out before all his schoolmates
and befriend this poor, forlorn little
girl.-Sunday School Visitor.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
OLD FASHIONED FAIRY STORY.

Once on time there was a King
who had a daughter, and she was such
dreadful story-teller that the like of
her was not to be found far or near.
So the King gave out that if any one
could tell such a string of lies as would
get her to say, "That's a story" he
should have her to wife and half the
kingdom besides. Well, many came,
as you may fancy, to try their luck,
for every one would have been very
glad to have the Princess, to say
nothing Of the kingdom; but they all
cut sorry figure, for the Princess
was so given to story telling that all
the lies went in one ear and out of the
other. Among the rest came three
brothers to try their luck, and the
two older went first, but they Jared
no better than those who had gone
before them. Last Of all, the third,
Boots, set off and found the Princess
in the farm-yard.
"Good morning." said he, land
thank you nothing" NJ
"Good morning." said she, "and
the same to YOU"
Then she went on
"You haven't such a fine farm-yard
as ours, I'll be bound for when two
shepherds stand, one at each end oft,
and blow their rams horns, the one
can't hear the other"
Haven't we, thought" answered
Boots. "Ours is far bigger, for a
young calf beginning at one end of it
does not get to the other end before
she is full grown cow"
II dare say" said the Princess.
"Well, but you haven't such big OK,
after all, as ours yonder; for when
two men sit, one on each horn, they
can't touch each other with a 2O-foo1
rule"
"stuff" said Boots; lis that all
Why, we have an OK that is so big
that when two men sit, one on each
horn, and blow their great mountain
trumpets, they can't hear ont
another"
~ dare say!" said the Princess
"but you haven't so much milk as we
!
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
SAVE THE FRAGMENTS,

%.
I remember busy man who had
very little time for reading or study,
but whose mind was a perfect store
house of information on almost every
subject. , r.,oaa '
elbow does ithappen that you know
so much more than the rest of US 2"
l asked him one day. o
"Oh," said he, ~ never had time to
lay in a regular stock oflearning, so l
save all the bits that come in my way
and they count up a good deal in the
course of a year." A..
The other day l heard a little boy
explaining the meaning of several
geographical terms to his brother.
"Where did you learn that 2" l
asked, in surprise.
"O' Miss Wells teached it to the
big Biography class, and l fought I'd
member it too" said he.
knew a man who could tell every
wild bird by it's note, and tell you
where it built it's nest, and what color
its eggs were who knew every tree of
the forest by leaf and its wood; and
could tell the name of almost every
flower that blossomed from April to
October, and just when its time Of
blooming came. And yet he was a
busy man, too, and all these things
were as foreign as possible from the
work that kept his hands constantly
occupied. His knowledge was gained
by making the most Of fragments that
came in his way. Save up the
fragments, boys sand girls, don't let
anything worth knowing escape your
eyes or ears. The little floating seeds
of thought that 60 sailing past you
like thistle down may prove as valu-
able as the great fields that are more
carefully sown. sF ra
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
WAS 1T MAGNETISM p?
THRILLING STORY OF THE WAR.

It has been asserted that Dan YER
non was the boldest and most cruel
bushwacker in Virginia during the
war. When Sheridan entered the
Shenandoah Valley, some Of our fora
gers ransacked the house occupied by
Mrs. Vernon, others stole all the
poultry and live stock, and when the
third set came along there was a
tragedy.
Dan was in the Confederate ranks
up the valley, and his wife and four
children were left in a bad situation.
They had no food in the house when
hungry foragers demanded meal,
and not a live thing had been left on
the farm. The woman, despairing
and desperate; made a fierce personal
attack on the men who had entered
her house, and in the struggle gun
was discharged and the heavy ounce
ball killed two of her children as
they chung to her skirts. The fora
gers were no better than thieves in
this instance, and had the official at
tempt to discover their identity been
successful they would have received
just punishment. Acts that should
forever curse the perpetrators were
often committed by foragers unknown
to officials in authority, and this was
one of them.
The woman left the murdered
children on the floor, and fled with
the others up the valley, and her
footsteps had scarcely grown cold
when the avenger Of her wrongs APP
peared and demanded blood for blood
and more. Dan Vernon was per-
mitted to leave the ranks to become
a destroying angel. The children
We're buried under a cherry tree in
the yard by our men, but no hand
wiped up the dark and terrible blood
stains on the farm house floor. The
husband and father, painting for ven
geance, crept into the deserted house
three nights after the burial, and
dipping his fingers into the undried
blood, he swOre to rest not, but to kill
and destroy as long as life was left
him.
lido not know what Dan Vernon
was when he left his home to become
Confederate soldier, but do know
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17

From the time a boy is eight years
old until he is thirteen he levotes two
solid hours of every day Of his life to
learning how to make a new kind Of
noise. By the time he is thirteen
years old he has accumulated noise
enough to last him the rest of lis natu-
raj life-and use three kinds of noises
the same day, too.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17

Newspapers are being extensively
used in many of the public schools
of the west in place Of books for
reading lessons. The wisdom of this
course is apparent. Much more is to
be learned from one good newspaper
than from half dozen ordinary school
readers and a well edited paper is quite
as trustworthy in the matter of good
English 1T is full Of contemporaneous
history. of intelligent discussions.
and affords a picture of the world, a
study Of which is nearly as beneficial
as experience of it.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
III Be bound !; Tor W MIX eur lkine
into great pals md easry them IN
dnora and esny,kv Them in1n nr.et +,,,l,,

m b bound for 10 MIX eur kine
into great pals md easry them in-
doors and empty them into great tabs,
and 90 We make great cheeses.
.'0h! Jon do, do your said Boots.
''Well, we milk ours into great tubs,
and then we put them in carts, and
drive them in-door,, and then We turp
them out into great brewing yats, and
% We make cheeses a. big u : great
house. We had, too, q dun marc to
tread the cheese well together when it
was making; but once she tulnbled
down into the cheese and we lost her;
and after we had eaten at this cheese
7 years we came upon = great dun
mare, alive and kicking. Well, once
after that l was going to drive this
mare to the mill, and her backbone
snapt in two butt wasn't put ont,
not !, for l took q spruce sailing, and
made q backbone for her out Of it, and
she had no other backbone all the
while We had her. But the sapling
grew up into such q tall tree that /
climbed right up to the moon by It,
. - & ~ 2
and when got there / saw an old
woman sitting and spinning the foam
Of the sea into pig's-bristle ropes;
but just then the spruce fir broke
short Of and I could not get down
again; SO the old woman let me
down by one Of the ropes, and down
Islipped straight into . fox's hole,
and who should be there but my
mother and your father cobbling
shoes; and just as / stepped in, my
mother gave your father such a box
on the ear that it made his whiskers
curl" IS
"That's a story !" said the Princess;
my father never did such a thing in
all his born days!" "
So Boots got the Princess to wife,,
and half the kingdom besides.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
LONELY BURIAL.

Among the passengers on q public
conveyance was q tender female with
a sick child. She was travelling !;
whence she came or whittier she would
go was no question to man or woman.
Perhaps she received the common
greeting which salute you; but un-
known, she was doomed to meet such
sympathy as strangers feel for stran-
gers woes. Every comfort rendered
her was the price of her money; and
when that failed, the fountain from
which these requited kindnesses flow
ed dried up.
At last, compelled from duty and
affection for the little sufferer, she
stopped and asked the Inequalities
of a public house. No impression of
her suferings reached the busy ones
around; they saw, but they felt not.
Her wants met no responsive tones in
other hearts. She obtained room,
where she retired with her precious
charge, to watch over its last dreadful
ag0nies.
Her friends were distant; and her
husband, the one bound by all sacred
ties to sustain and protect her, had
gone to seek his fortune in golden
treasure in the far-off land. She was
alone, and well she felt it.
The intensity of her misery was
more than equal to her loneliness; for
this was her first born and only child.
Around its being her tenderest affec-
tons clung; the bright prospects Of
the future all gathered in it; and now
it was that clouds darkened her Wis
ion. It's smiles were the sunshine of
her happiness, it's helplessness her
strength, its life the perfection of her
hopes; but now her sunshine was
turning into night, her strength into
weakness, her hopes into despair.
She obtained such aid as a hotel
may give; but all its kindness could
never restore the lost one, nor dispel
the gloom gathering and settling on
her spirit. The little one died. The
parents anguish grew doubly keen !;
a storm Of sorrow broke upon her
lovely head, and the mantle Of Attic
ton shrouded every ray of hope
beaming into her riven nature. She,
the only mourner, followed the little
one to its lonely corner of the grave
yard, apart from other graves; and
while the clods rumbled into the
charnal-hou she wept alone.
The mother has gone, whittier none
knows. She left her hopes in the
grave; but it may be a star shines in
OH the darkness that she will yet meet
that little child.
Soon the spear of grass will shoot
and wither upon the TOMB. There
the wild flowers will bloom and decay
|-emblems of human life. The stran-
ger will pass over that lovely little
mound, listless of the concealed clay,
and ignorant of the bereft and grief
stricken. 81
Man is a child of mortality, cast on
the pilgrimage of life, to perish when
the destroyer comes, whether he is
among strangers or among friends
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
AN INCIDENT IN IOWA.
rChicago Times, I

lSVsCuyV A"tOo,
One day recently a Georgia man
found himself in an Iowa hotel.
Seven rough denizens of the town we're
present, who kept whispering to one
another, and casting frequent CLAN
ces at the naughty Southerner. AT
length one Of the men sidled up to him
and opened conversation as follows:
"From Georgia, l believed"
Q eyes, sir, Georgia is my home"
"Toombs by name?" .
eyes, sir, Toombs is my name."
"Robert Toombs Z"
eyes,"
"You don't mean to say that you
are that unhung Rebel, Bob Toombs,
who proposed to call the roll of his
slaves from the foot of Bunker Hill
monument" said the Hawkeye, draw.
ing slungshot from his pocket, while
the other desperadoes pressed forward
to his assistance.
"Oh, no, not at all, said the lone.
some Southerner, "my name is Robert
H. TOOmbs." 'fs..
"Well, mister" said the represen
tative Of Radicalism and free speech
"that's 0. K, then; but you had bet
ter write thatsH. d-n plain hereafter
if you want to travel drought this re-
gion of country"
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17

In China, where the opium habit
ruins and destroys many men annu-
ally, the efforts of the government to
abolish or diminish the use of opium
have recently been more energetic
than ever. All these efforts have
been ii2 vain, as were those of many
previous years. The Pekin Govern
ment have at last determined to take
the final step in the business in the
business, and an edict has been estab-
lished, which goes into effect next
year, making the use or sale of opium
punishable by death. tits hard to say
how the edict will be met by the ten
million opium victims Of the Celestial
Empire, or what proportion of them
will come to this country to enjoy
their fascinating custom.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17
s4lqtted Ylistqllanp,
SOME TIME.

Some time, when all lfe's lessons have
been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have
set,
The things which our weak judgments
here have spurned-
The things DER which we grieved with
lashes wet
Will flash before us out of lifess dark
night,
As stars shine most in deeper tints Of
blue,
And we shall see how all Gods plans
were right,
And how what seemed reproof was
love most true.
And we shall see how, while we frown
and sigh,
Gods plans 60 on as best for you and
How, when we called, He needed not our
cry,
Because his wisdom to the end could
see;
And even as prudent parents disallow,
Too much of sweet to craving baby.
hood,
So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now
Lies sweeteth things, because il
seemeth good.
And if sometimes, commingled with
life's wine
We find the wormwood-and rebel,
and shrink,
Be sure wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out this portion from our lips to
drink.
And if some friend we love is lying low,
Where human kisses cannot reach his
face,
OH do not blame the loving Father So
But wear your sorrow with obedient
grace.
And you shall shortly know that length.
ened breath
Is not the sweetest gift God sends His
friend,
And that sometimes the sable pail Of
Death
Conceals the fairest boon His love car
send;
If we could push ajar the gates of life
And stand within, and all Gods work
ings see,
We could interpret all this doubt and
strife,
And for each mystery could find g key.
But not to-day. Then be content, poor
heart;
Gods plans, like lilies, pure and white
untold
We must not tear the clOse-shut leaves
apart
Time will relieve the calyxes of gold,
And if through patient toll, we reach the
land
Where tired feet with sandals loose
may rest
When we shall clearly know and under
stand,
think that we will say, "God knew
the best"
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17

had a strange, tender influence, and
when he asked me to toss him my
canteen Of water and haversack Of
food I obeyed without the least hest
tation. He drank from the canteen,
aud as he chewed away at the food
he remarked: '.
''This is pretty good fare for a hun
CRY man. As can't stay here to eat
it all I shall beg the favor of carrying
the rest with me-" i'f z .-.;.t9
He was looking into my eyes, and
could not force my lips to utter a
word Of objection. a.i gj
81 hear that Sheridan has offered a
reward for me, but no one will ever
earn it," he;said, as he drank again.
He was not fifteen feet from my car
bine, and was thinking how surely
I could hit him, when our eyes met
and he said: 81! 9 ag
''No use trying! If you want to
shoot me blaze away, but l tell you
you can't hit me-" o.
We looked at each, other for half a
minute, and felt my carbine slipping
from my grasp to the ground outside.
My fingers had no strength to hold it.
Dan laughed in dry way and said :
"Why don't you shoot -
"You shall never leave this place
alive9" I said in answer, but l hardly
recognized my own voice.
"Pooh!'' he carelessly replied, ~
am ready to leave now l shall go
out Of this other door here, and you
will sit right where you are!" 10
Twas looking full at him, and to
save my life I couldn't move hand or
foot. Each limb felt as numbe as if
asleep.
"Well, old boy, good bye to you,"
said Dan as he picked up his rifle
from the straw, and in another minute
he was out of sight. I was sitting
there, mouth open and eyes fixed on
vacancy when a comrade came down
from the picket-post, shook me by the
shoulder and cried out: "a nice man
you are, fast asleep and your prisoner
gone" a .Hm .
Was I asleep7 No! Was it a
dream7 No.! But the prisoner was
gone. There was talk of q court
martial in my case, but it never &C.
CURED, as the prisoner was supposed
to be only some common Johnny
Reb."
Had it been known that my man
was the famous bushwhacker should
have been taken out and shot for per-
hitting him to escape. permitted
him, and yet didn't. l was as help
less as if without power or muscle
That night, when he crept in on a
picket, and stabbed him to the heart,
wondered if the poor victim first
saw those strange, wild, magnetic yes
glazing into his to deprive him Of
even power to ask for mercy.
Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-17

The Louisiana Capitolian continues
with undated yigor and energy to
advocate the claims of Baton Rouge
to the Capital. We hope the efforts
of that worthy journal may be crown
ed with success and that the people
Of the bluff city may have, what a
large majority of the voters Of our
State have decreed in a most unmis-
taxable MANNER Washington Ne,rs.