Beaufort Republican, 1871-11-23

TT? a parv ui tnnr rem uiaiivu, And as Jane listened to the notot that came Right under the bars and over, Her heart took wlug, the silly thing, And nestled up close to the drover. She heard him say his home was poor. That he'd nothing but love to give her; And she smiled content, as though Love had spent Every arrow he had in his quiver; She smiled content, when the evening air , With voices of birds are ringing, And her lips confessed that a lowly nest I Should never prevent her singing. So over the bars the lovers lean. In the joy of their sweet communion; And their looks declare that poverty ne'er Shall bo a bar to their union; O, sweetest music, go thread your rhymes Now under the hars and over! Where pretty Jane, in the fragrant lane, Bewitched the heart of the drover. Xr. De Brtwie'8 Experiment. Mr. Herbert De Browne sat in his luxurious bachelor establishment in Bank street, and pondered deeply. The snbject of his agitations was a wife, or rather how to get one. There were enough ladies who | would be glad enough to bless their lucky p stars for the privilege of becoming mistress of his home, as he well knew, but he also felt tolerably well assured the home was a<l they cared for. For the fortune i they woulu wed ?ts owner. 44Deuce take the money I" he exclaimed; 44I wish I'd never had a farthing, and then? but, botheration, then I should have been too poor to marry. Why couldn't I have had just wealth enough for all wants and nothing more? I'll foil thtm, though, the mean adventuresses!" L A furious pull at the bell-c?>rd brought the housekeeper to the room in a hurry. ||fe'' 44Pack up your traps, Mrs. llinkle," he exclaimed, adruptly, 44for I am going to III close the house." g|A It was evident he had come to some con -

away into the consoling cock-tan 'it is not so respectable or so pleasant to be a soldier of the 'Heavy Artillery* as-we were led to believe when they invited as to go to Virginia, and take oar chances of being planted.' Although I apprehend if I had succeeded in getting planted there, they would have given me a respectable niche in history, and I should have had the pleasure of shooting quails over my own grave, as I propose shortly to do over the mustering-out places of some of my former associates. However, a few of as whose patriotism , is no longer a matter of doubt have toneluded to vote for somebody at the next election, but we are mixed as to what particular ticket to vote. If we could vote as easily as we registered there would be no difficulty attending the exercise of oar highest rights as freemen. We go into column, four of us, and went for the register people. First, there was the Colonel?the Siberian traveller?who stands sixteen and a half hands high in his snow-shoes, and whose capacity has never yet been attained by any living man. We thought we should first confront the register people with the Colonel, to produce a strong dramatic effect at the sendoff. Then came the Jim Bludsoe man. He held the 'nozzle,' which the Colonel proposed to use on the hand of any register party that might be included to thwart our right as freemen, as aforesaid. Then came the 'Fat Contributor.' He don't vote in this settlement, but he said he wished to register, in order that his

eaman. After marriage, owing to the ailing health of Mrs. Durban, they resied at Judge Evans's. The disease with rhich she was afflicted was that of conumption of the lungs. Mr. Durban, rom the testimony of all, was the most evoted of husbands, kind, generous, and oblehearted of sons. She continued to row worse, and as the prospects of her gcovery Med away Mr. Durban grew &d and gloomy. Dr. Ball visited Mrs. Durban yesterday lorning and found that she could not >ng survive, a few days at the most, a the evening he was sent for again, and rrived at the bedside of the sufferer ten linutes before 6/)'clock. Mrs. Durban ished to take some medicine, morphine nd chloroform, prescribed by the Doctor hen she was restless and conld not leep. Her husband asked the doctor bout giving it, expressing himself as if airing the desire for the sedative might icrease. The doctor requested him to Ive her the medicine) which he did, at le same tine seeming very nervous and ccited. He walked partially around le room with his hands in his pockets, ad finally stopped at the foot of the w1. The remedy did not seem to proace relief. She was then breathing very ard. The doctor then gave her some ileriate of ammonia, Mr. Durban still anding at the foot of the bed, and seem1 to be suffering intensely. He said to the physician: 4'Doctor, for od'a sake, can't vou irive Lncv this wife's

wealthy he was called?and in his fac? there was nothing to warrant the suspicion that he had learned Herbert's secret, and wished to curry favor by aiding him while under an apparent cloud, so the idea was quickly dismissed. Of course he thanked him, and accepted. Once cosily settled in the Brandard mansion, it was not long before he wondered why he had not noticed Susie Brandard before. She did not seem to feel above him, notwithstanding the wide difference in their positions, and treated him cordially?more cordially, he thought, than before the change in his fortunes. He would not have been human had he not learned to love her. The climax came when she had to give a grand party. Then, before the elite of the city, she did not hesitate to receive attention from him, on which but one construction could be placed. He thought her quite a heroine, and asked for no further proof that she loved him. The next afternoon they met in her father's library, where she had waited to see him. "Susie," said he, as soon as the usual courtesies had been exchanged, "I came to you this morning to learn my fate. I kuow the difference in our position, and would not urge you?only let your heart decide. My heart I lay before you." She blushed prettily, and seemed confused for a moment; then she gave him her hand. "I liovp lnppd mn nil en lnntrl'J tlic

above hair roofs in point of wealth. In e< short, we are of the Astor House. We should be willing to own a brick G house, if we had one, but how can we own n a brick house without having one, is one d of those things a voter don't find out un- li less he is in the ring, and we are too re- tj spec table for hair roofers. d We would vote for Gridley, if it wasn't ?1 for Hawkins, and we would vote for Haw- * kins if it wasn't for Gridley. to Of course, we can't vote for Shandley * without voting for Sigei, and how in the ?< The World, or Iribune are we to vote to for Sigel, without voting for Shandley? tl Perhaps we might treat the Tribune " and the Times candidates as a('stand off" h but then we should loose the exercise of our rights as freemen. Undoubtedly it is " our duty as freemen to pick out some hon- 81 est man and stick to him as long as he * has a dollar; but that would involve a a journey to New England or to the far * West, and railroad passes. u And you cannot fail to see how we are 81 mixed, sir. But we are determined to vote. h I don't say that our votes are in the w market, but I do say that we feel the necessity of having the controlling guard- h lonoo r\f oAmo offlnnnf AffiAo.onoVnr I C4

r elusion. "Shut up the house, Mr. De Browne!" ejaculated the housekeeper, almost believing she had lost her reason. "Why such a thing has not occurred since your lamented uncle took possession, five and forty years ago." % "That makes no difference, ma'am ; I'm master here now, and shall close it for the present. Meanwhile your pay can still go on, and that of such domestics as you consider indispensable. Have you no ' relatives you wish to visit?" he inquired. Tnat settled it. The proffer of continued pay removed Mrs. Rinkle's scruples quite effectually. She then remembered she had some friends she had not seed for years. Three days later, Mr. Browne was safe ly domiciled in a quiet lodging house, and shortly afterward he began to sell his diamond rings and seals, and other paraphernalia of fashionable life, as well as dress himself in plainer clothes. A rumor that his property had been lost through an unlucky speculation was soon afloat. He lost friends rapidly. By twos and threes they ceased to know him as they met him in the street He only laughed and snapped his fingers at them behind . 1 ? TV 1 V _ 1 *1 1 1

time," It was an Irish coronet who, when asked how he accounted for an extraordinary mortality in Limerick, replied sadly, "I cannot tell. There are people dying this year that never died before." It was an irish hand-bill that announced with boundless liberality, in reference to a great political demonstration in the Rotunda, that "Ladies, without distinction of sex, wonld be welcome." i Lad ii his Day. When Dr. Thompson, a distinguished Scotch clergyman, was minister to Markinch, he happened to preach from the text,;1'Look not upon the wine when it is red in the cop;" from which he made a most eloquent and impressive discourse against drunkeness, stating its evil effects on the heart, head and purse. Several of his observations were levelled at two cronies with whom he was well acquainted, who frequently poured out libations to the rosy god. At the dismissal of the congregation, the two friends met, the doctor being cloee behind them. "Did you hear yon, Johnny? quoth the one. uDid I hear't? Wha didna hear't? I ne'er wink aA an a'a +Via Vioill umnn 11 K A bmv.1

the window at the glories without, and feeling the soft balmy air as it kiesed her cheek, has faded with this summer, and gone Where all is summer, all is light, and musie, and love, and beauty; and her eyes now rest on the King in his glory* To many the summer has ended with their homes in ashes, With ruin sitting where beauty reigned. Others hare pray ed for the end of summer when the King of the pestilence would lay down his sceptre and his crown. To some, the summer has brought only pleasant things?Ut others, ruin and sorrow. But, it has ended. and wh&tefer It may have taken in its flight, it has still left us the inestimable blessings of life. Irish Bills. ' It was an Irishman Who wanted to find a place where there was no death, that he might go and end his days there. It was an Irish editor that exclaimed, when speaking of the wrongs of Ireland, "Her cup of misery has been for ages overflowing and is not yet fall!" It was an Irish newspaper that said of Robespierre that "He left no children behind him except a brother, who was killed at tha nam*