The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1879-12-18

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must send you lin Czeehish), my moth
er, my father, last farewell; my last
Remembrance, my last sentiments are
dedicated to you! think also of those
who are the unwilling cause Of this my
dreadful death. Unwilling they
knew not that their love was indispensa-
bic to my life. die without their affec
ton, ike a fish without water, like a
creature of God without air My breath
fails me. Farewell, You viii follow me
soon. Consideration of your feelings
you, who alone love me--has prevented
me for long while from thus putting an
end to myself. | can not do otherwise.
It is so easy to follow the dead. But it
would be better were you to forget me.
Think not of me, | am dying-the ex-
pertinent will succeed-the worst pains
are past. do not suffer so much now.
Pam has at length become my friend.
On Germany IrepeT it. lam in the
full possession of my facuities-mY
heart beats as steadily as usual, but my
pulse seems to me a little deranged.
Poor Wertheri the star-gemmed skies
still interested him! | also have gazed
at tit is a desert there above, like
here beneath, like. everywhere; aye, as
in my heart and everywhere else. (In
Polish.) | return to my strange, silent
" burning bed. must put something
under the candles to raise them up lit
tie. Only one thing annoys me, that
one can not die nobly and pleasantly;
the evil smell of my own consuming
body offends my nostrils. On Czech
ish.) Mother! father! forgive mel In
Germany Perhaps | should set down
that | forgive the being who has caused
my, death. But that would be lie. /
curse her; and if spirits have the power
to return in ghostly terTors, oh! | will
do so, and leave her no single moments
peace. 1t would have been SO easy for
her to make me happy, or at least con-
tented. If | could remain alive my life
should be vowed exclusively to ven
geance on her. But | am going to my
rest. But she is aceursed with my last
BREATH = Such were the last words
scrawled on this extraordinary document
by an obviously dying hand. 30
The Opening of the PinafOre Season at
Lynn.
The humOriSt OF the New York Times
tells this tragic story of the opening of
the new Opera-house in Lynn, Mass.
The vanishing of the perforated wood
en- seats, it appears, was neglected until
the last moment, and then a quantity of
varnish was hastily purchased of Mr..
Brewster, one of the leaders of the anti
Opera-house party. The narrative then
proceeds: 1.-THE house was vanished
on the last day of October and on the
next evening it was opened by the new
Pinafore Company. Every one of the
700 seats was occupied, and it must be
admitted that among the audience were
many of the leading citizens of the town
and their wives and daughters. The
first act of the play was listened to with
the most serious attention, and when
the curtain fell not a single person went
out for cloves. The manager was de-
lighted, and remarked 10 the leading
actor that he had never seen as intelli-
gent an audience in the whole course of
his life. The second act was received
with the same quiet and attention, and
there was even a look of painful anxiety
in the face of several of the men in the
audience Sir Joseph began to feel an
noyed at the solemnity Of the audience,
and asked the manager if the people
took him for an undertaken and believed
they were attending BANKED funeral.
= . h., 81 no of la cay
of any apparent thirst amongthe
young men that had been noticed after
the first act, and the actors began to en-
terrain gloomy doubts as to whether beer
was attainable in Lynn. The play came
10 an end and the curtain fell amid a
silence as of the grave. The orchestra
rose and departed, but the audience sat
still. The manager came to the foot
lights and announced that the play was
over, and, as the announcement had no
effect, begged to be informed
whether the Opera-house was deaf and
dumb asylum, or whether he himself
had suddenly become stark mad. 1t was
then that Esquire Standish beckOned
him to his side and explained that the
audience would gladly retire if any way
could be devised of separating them
from the seats. No less than eight gal
Ions of turpentine were bought of Mr.
Brewster that night, and used in de-
taching the ladies from the seats, to
which the undried varnish had glued
them. When the ladies had all disap-
peared, the male part of the audience,
with many irreverent eXclamatiOnS and
cries of anguish, tore itself loose and
went home through the back streets.
The Opera-house has remained closed
ever since the opening night, and it is
the belief of Lynn that Mr.. Brewster,
who mixed the varnish, and was Subse-
quently found in his shop at IL O'Clock
at night, ready to sell turpentine in
quantities to suit purchashers, deliber-
atelv brought about the catastrophe that
broke up the 'Pinafore' season at Lynn"
How He Made Economy Tremble.
Many years ago we knew mana