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Weekly Journal
Fairfield, Jefferson, Iowa
Vol. # 37, July 10, 1884
Transcribed by Justina Cook

Saturday Sayings.  (Page 1)
--Charles H. GOBBLE, of Clinton, spent his Fourth of July in Fairfield.
--Frank A. MOWER and Al MILLER, son of Judge MILLER of Des Moines, were in the city yesterday.
--T. W. SHOULTS, of Independence, Mo., a brother of Alderman SHOULTS, is in the city visiting relative and friends.
--Mr. and Mrs. Wm. STAPP, of Des Moines, are in the city visiting their daughters, Mrs. Dr. BAKER and Mrs. Geo. H. CRAINE.
--Hon. John S. WOOLSON, of Mt. Pleasant, candidate for the republican nomination for Congress, was in the city Thursday night.
--The "ruling passion" with Ed KENNEFICK was "strong in death." He displayed a black flag all day yesterday in front of his late saloon.
--Geo D. TEMPLE. Hon. Ed CAMPBELL, N. S. BRIGHT, Col. S. C. FARMER, Rod TEMPLE, Clif. CAMPBELL, J. P. MANATREY, Dr. R. H. HUFFORD, E. A. HOWARD, C. D. FULLEN, R.B. LOUDEN, H. L. BROWN, Tom LOUDEN, and others of this city, will attend the Democratic National Cnvention (sic) at Chicago next week.
--There was a very pleasant family reunion at the residence of Mrs. Nancy SMEATON yesterday. It was the first family re-union in twenty-six years. There were present Geo. W. SHOULTS, of this city; T. W. SHOULTS, of Independence, Mo.; Mrs. Martha DEVNISH, of Eureka, Cal.; and Mrs. Mary STRAW, of Sellersburg, Indiana.
--George D. HANNA, a former old time resident here, but now on the Peoria Transcript, spent the Fourth of July in our city after an absence of over thirteen years. Mr. HANNA and the editor of THE JOURNAL commenced the printing business at the same time, in the same office--The Fairfield Jeffersonian-- in this city in 1858.
--A battle in court between two attorneys is reported from Red Oak, Smith McPHERSON, attorney general for Iowa, and Hon. W. F. STRAWN, being the participants. McPHERSON dodged a chair thrown by his opponent, and responded with an ink stand, fracturing the skull of Mr. STRAWN ['S' typeset inverted], who is now lying in a prscarious (sic) condition.

The Fourth of July.
  The celebration of the Fourth of July in this city was the largest that has taken place here for many years. The day was lovely, no dust and no excessive heat. The trades procession was good, the decorations were grand, and the music and speeches excellent. At the speakers stand, J. S. McKEMEY was made president of the day. Both vocal and instrumental music was furnished by a choir, consisting of Mrs. M. A. McCOID, Miss Lillian IRLAND, Miss Jo EICHHORN, Miss HOFFMAN, F. J. L. BLACK and W. C. DODD and by the famous C., B. & Q. Band. The Declaration of Independence was read by Miss Anna S. NUGENT. Good addresses were made by Frank COLLINS, of Oregon; C. E. STUBBS and H. S. WILLIS, this city. Mr. STUBBS' address was an excellent one, and we have secured it for publication. It will appear in our issue of Monday evening.
  There were about ten thousand people in town, and a more orderly crowd we never seen on any similar occasion. The fire works in the evening and the electric light held a large number of the people in town till a late hour, and the display produced amply repaid them for remaining.

Monday Melange. (Page 1)
--The Hon. D. P. STUBBS is in Des Moines.
--W. L. SHOTWELL, of Kansas City, is here to-day.
--Max STEMPEL, of Burlington, is in the city to-day.
--John RODGERS goes to Chicago tomorrow to attend the great Democratic convention.
--Miss Nettie PETZINGER, of Danville, has been visiting in the city several days, the guest of Miss Lizzie THOMA.
--McCOID's boom in Burlington seems like "grandfather's clock." It has "stopped short--never to go again."
--George CROSBY is getting out good limestone rock at BALDING's quarry, and will furnish them delivered at $2.75 per perch. At the quarry $1.25.

LIBERTYVILLE ITEMS. (Page 1)
  The family of Dr. MILLER left Monday for Winterset.
  Leonard WHITEMAN, Keokuk, spent Saturday in Libertyville visiting friends.
  The G. A. R. campfire and festival passed off pleasantly and was a success financially.
  W. W. DUNLAVY is canvassing for the popular book, the life of Blaine and Logan, and is meeting with splendid success.
  Henry Clay RANEY, of Fairfiele (sic), delivered a lecture to the auxiliary temperance alliance Saturday night to a large crowd.
  The G. A. R. Post feel very thankful to Z. T. MOORE, who was the only gentlemen that remained faithful to his appointment on Committee on the night of the 4th, out side of the Post.      RENRUT.

INDEPENDENCE DAY. (Page 1)
Oration of Charles E. STUBBS, Delivered at the Fourth of July Celebration, at Fairfield, Iowa, 1884.
Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen:
  For the one hundred and eighth time since the old bell at Philadelphia rang out our freedom peal, we have met to do honor to the departed men whose names are diadems in the history of the past. For one hundred and eight times we, and our forefathers have met on this same grand mission, and to-day the assembly is greater and the enthusiasm more intense than ever before. To-Day our flag with thirty-eight shining stars upon it, waves over more territory and a greater number of people than at any time in the past. It to-day floats over a prosperous, a wise and happy people--a people bound together by a chain of thirty-eight strong links, a golden chain, a chain of patriotic love.
  What a blessing is a day like this. How necessary to the welfare of our nation that there should be one day in the year when all can meet whether from the north or from the south, from the east or from the west; from all classes, from all parties, from all factions, with a smile of peace upon our faces; can meet as though no antipathies existed between us; with the same pure purpose in our breasts, and upon each lip the same grand sentiment. This is a day that calls back the scattered forces of mankind and gathers them under a sky on whose blue crescent is written independence. There is something about this day that language cannot express, something that seems to purify our souls, something grand, something edifying, something sublime, something that shuts out the lower, meaner thoughts of life. Something that elevates and pleases, something that makes us glad that our names are enrolled on the great roster of American people. How careful should we be to keep this day free from the stain of of partisan strifes that it may be the signal of meeting to those on the pathless ocean of time. As free Americans, free to act and free to speak, we differ in our views of science, we differ in our religious sentiments and political opinions, but upon the question of independence we are one.
  Did you ever think how strongly the absorbing nature of man drinks at the spring by which he was raised? Not one who is here known from their own personal knowledge aught of the struggle that made us free; yet there is written on the heart of each of us a sentiment that time cannot erase. The great diversity of opinion, the many pursuits of life, the erring judgments of man, and our different views have scattered our people in a thousand different directions, and of all the great ideas and the mighty works of our countrymen, I know of no other monument around which we can gather as one people but this.
  Are we here to-day because we are afraid that our independence will slip away? Are we here because of a coersive force. Are we here to fight again the bloody battles to prove that we are free? No, thank God! that cloud has sunk back and now enshrouds the portals through which we passed to "the land of the free." Are we here because our subject is a new one and the circumstances surrounding it wrapt in mystery? No! the subject is not new, nor yet old enough to be steeped in uncertainty. Ministers have preached about it. Lawyers have proclaimed it. Orators have announced it from every rostrum in the land. Fathers have told the story to the curly headed boy, and fond mothers have talked of its good to their children. We are here from the pure motive of choice; we are here to do honor to the illustrious dead and to thank every one of them from the bottom of our hearts for the good they did for us. They are dead, but they will ever sleep between a flowery mound of thanks.
  To-day we stand the greatest, the grandest and the best nation on earth. We have over 50,000,000 people free and intelligent. You all know the price we paid, and it is not my purpose to enter into the shady vale of the century past and gather up the glittering gems. You have all seen them before, and to-day they rise up before us like a dream, and we each drop from our memory a flower on the spot where a patriotic statesman or a heroic soldier sank under his burden by the wayside to rest.
  I want to say a word of the soldier, whether living or dead: whether they fought under our banner when it had but thirteen stars upon it, or whether they fough (sic) that the silver chord (sic) of our nation may not be loosened.They were and are the noblest of men. A century and eight years dates back to the period when an undisciplined, an ill-fed and a poorly clad army rose up against Great Britain, then the most formidable nation on earth. They kissed for the last time dimpled cheek of the sleeping babe, and the wife saw her husband, and the mother her son leaving their homes forever. They did not leave their families in the cushioned palace of luxury but in the cabin by the sparkling brook. The mother made the living and protected her family from the howling savage, but while the husband fought for LIBERTY. But after they had written independence on the family altar, the dark word slavery perched above it as if in mockery. For many years it taunted us, and again our noble soldiers, the sons of those who fought the fights that severed us from England, reached out to do battle for their country. Brave, noble men, they fought and conquered, but at a fearful cost. The green valleys of our country were red with their blood, and a link was missing in the chain of nearly every family tie. The mother listened for the footsteps of her soldier boy who never came; the maiden watched with tearful eye for the return of her gallant lover; the child in the cradle had grown old enough to lisp the name of father, but he heard it not. He, with the lover and the son, rested in the cushioned bssom (sic) of eternity, and on their graves may the buds of time ever blossom. To the soldier is due the prayers, the tears, the affection and the honors of the people.
  The question now is, how are we to maintain the country and perpetuate the blessings our parents have left us? Did you ever stop and with all your power of imagination call to your mind the past century, and compare it with the present? Did you ever think how astonished our forefathers would be could they see us as we now are? To-day we stand in a position we have never occupied before. Advancement has ever been our watchword, and we are to-day the superior of nations who boast of their antiquity. We are stricken with awe if we but stop and consider what we are to-day! The blessings that are ours are innumerable! Trains of cars fly over our country from ocean to ocean! The electric spark carries our messages under thousands of miles of water. Our words are carried to the ears of the hearer hundreds of miles distant instantaneously. Electricity is now used for illuminating purposes, and it is not unreasonable to suppose that it will soon be the force that runs our machinery! Most of you can remember when you waited for months in anxious suspense for the old stage to bring in the election returns from the distant states! Now we know before we retire for the night the probable result of a presidential election. We know all that happens in congress, or all that the politicians think best to let us know, almost as soon as it happens. This morning we read the papers that were printed 250 miles away five hours before, and if the train had been a little late we would have grumbled terribly. A quarter of a century ago, if a man was going out of his own State he always made his will. Now he goes to Europe for a little recreation and leaves word with his clerk that he is out of town but will return in a few days.
  Did you ever think while viewing our situation that we might be going too fast? I am not opposed to improvements. I am not opposed to anything that is a blessing to mankind, or a portion of mankind, as long as it does not interfere with the other portion. But I sometimes wonder whether or not our strength, our wealth, our greatness, our success will bring upon us the fate of the mighty nations that have preceded us. When a nation is great her men are great, and the greater she becomes the more great men she must produce. Between these men there is ever a struggle for power. All the great offices of the country are now sought after by many, and the effort for nomination in our conventions is equal to that made for election during the campaign. When men work for their country their country prospers, but when men work for themselves even at the expense of our most sacred principles, the country must go back. No nation ever fell in its infancy and no country ever thought itself perched in security upon the highest pinnacle of fame but what it fell. And fi (sic) there is a danger now threatening us, it is our imagined security. When our fathers fought their watchword was "My Country!" When Rome conquered the world her people were one people, and when she fell her people were divided, and there was a factional strife for power. The Moors held sway in Spain eight hundred years, but forgetting their acquisitions and striving for power Granada fell. Carthage sank when she least expected it, and Pompei was buried in a single night. I believe that the people of the United States are smarter to-day than at any time in the past. And I doubt if the people of Iowa could have stood ten years ago the failure of crops that we have endured for the last four years. We are learning how to spend our money when times are hard. We buy what we need, and what we don't need we let alone. We have learned that it is easier in the long run to do without some things we would like to have than to mortgage our homes to pay for them. But while we are more wise I am sorry to say that we are not more honest, and it sometimes seems that the good old days of honor and purity have gone forever. Everything you farmers raise is now an object of speculation, the desire to become rich without work seems to have taken possession of the country. The finest building in any of our cities will be pointed out to you as the Board of Trade. The pride of Milwaukee is her Exchange building, and Chicago, the city that will not be behind, is now completing one that far surpasses it. The finest building in New Orleans, with perhaps the exception of the U. S. Custom Aouse (sic), is the Cotton Exchange. We might just as well be honest about it: they gamble on your wheat, they buy and sell your corn before they are certain you will raise any; and they are to-day selling your oats which is not yet harvested. If you feed your grain they gamble on your pork, and they sell mess pork to be delivered when the hogs are raised, and speculate in lard. If you grind your wheat they sell your flour on the Board of Trade. They gamble on oil and speculate in stocks on Wall street. Bank presidents spend your money paying margins on investments; and scarcely a day passes but what we hear that a millionaire has failed.
  The people have changed and the young men are very different from those of fifty years ago. They now think it a disgrace to work, and a boy now-adays is deficient in his education unless he can smoke six cigars a day and play a splendid game of billiards. He must play poker with his friends and have the nerve to buy pools on a horse race, if he wishes his name enrolled in the catalogue of "Young America." What our present course will bring us time alone can tell.
  On the 3d of last month the Republican party held their National Convention at Chicago, and it was perhaps the grandest assembly of men that have ever met. But I doubt whether these men were prompted in their mysterious movements by the same pure motives which characterized the acts of those men who met in the same city twenty-four years before and put in nomination Abraham Lincoln. In four days more the Democrats will meet in the same great hall on the same great mission. Kelly will be there and the people will tell you that he has the State of New York under his arm for sale. Flower will be represented by a delegation which will shake the building with their shouts at the mention of his name, and Cleveland's men are already there scheming for tickets to pack the house. The Democrats are more fashionable than the Republicans, they are going to move the stage and take out the boxes, as it will only cost the small sum of $3,000. Chicago was too big for the Greenbackers this year, so they held their convention in Indianapolis. They didn't spend much money because they never had a grab at the treasury in their lives.
  How different are our administrations from those of the past? Champagne suppers are now the order at Washington, and the chief business of our officers, from whatever party they may come, is to draw their salaries, travel on passes and--rest. What would you think of a man trying to get to the Presidential chair without millions of dollars at his command? Or a dandidate endeavoring to be elected to the U. S. Senate, no matter what his politics may be, unless he is wealthy. There is not a man however addicted to gambling that would bet a cent on his election.
  I want to say to the farmer that it is to him that we are mostly indebted for what we have. Gambling in grain in Chicago, or speculating in stocks on Wall street never made our country a cent. The farmer is the man who makes the earth yield up her treasure, and when he fails we common people all fail. If there is an independent position in this country, the farmer has it. His toils have been lessened by the invention of implements and the improvements in machinery, and I am glad of it. Farming has been made repulsive by its drudgery, and the boy raised on the farm longed to come to town.
  Add to your homes the beauties of nature. There is no reason why the farmer's home should not be the happiest one on earth. The fields blooming with daisies should lighten your hearts. You are the producers, and the producers the only ones that do not live on the misfortunes of others. If a man makes on a speculation others must lose, but the farmers harvest is good for all; it is that much more added to the lot of production. You should all have books to read after your day's work is ended, because books are cheap. You shculd (sic) have trees ladened with yellow fruit in your door yards. The roses should bloom, the buds should blossom, and the ivy should be taught to twine above your door ways. This is comfort, this is living, and if there is a man in the world deserves it he is the farmer.
  We must teach the young man that an education does not unfit him for plowing id (sic) the fertile fields, and that it is better to own one's farm and to work it, than to work for another. Teach him that the grandest possession a man can have is to own himself. Make your homes more beautiful and your sons will not leave you. If there is a happy place on this earth it ought to be the farme__ (missing letters) home. Spend more time with your families; gather them around you in the cool shades of the evening, and show them the folly  f worki g (sic - missing letters) for a salary that is never increased. Show your boys how it curbs their future, and tell them that no man is worth as much to another as to himself. Learn to keep out of debt; never buy anything you do not need because it is cheap; never put a mortgage on your home, remember interest eats away at your labors night and day. The rain cannot hurt it nor can the drouth stop its increase as it does your crops. Remember that pay day comes around whether your corn grows or not. If you want to make home happy and know that your wife will have a home when you are gone, take the mortgage off your farm. It casts a great dark shadow on your hearthstone and causes the mother uneasiness and pain. No Mansard roof ever ornamented a house while skulking behind a mortgage. Remember that it is easier to lose what we have than to make it again. Remember that you live in the first and only free government in the world, and remember the dost (sic) at which we purchased it. Remember under what discouraging circumstances tho framers of the constitution did their work. In the face of the most powerful nation on earth they signed the grandest political document that was ever produced. It was the Declaration of Independence, that declaration which you have just heard read, which gave us free speech and a free pess; allows us to worship God as we please, and guaranteed to us personal liberty, personal security and private property.
  Great and noble men! They are dead now but their children are here to express their appreciation. Though they sleep their noble acts still live; though they hear us not we hrve (sic) come for a century and eight years, and our children will come when we too are at rest.

Tuesday Tit-Bits. (Page 1)
  --The question now is does prohibition prohibit?
  --Jerry KENNEFICK leaves to-night for a trip to Davenport, Chicago, and the east.
  --The republican convention to nominate state officers will meet in the city of Des Moines on August 20th.
  --The greatest corn crop in the history of Iowa will be gathered this year, and the man who takes the down row will have to be a hustler.
  --CONKLING and GRANT have both signified their intention of voting for Blaine and Logan, and the former says he will take the stump for the ticket.
  --"McCOID will be here to talk with his Burlington friends next week."--Burlington Post. From present indications he will have a very small audience.
  --The Burlington Post says there is talk that Frank HATTON will be made postmaster general before President ARTHUR's administration closes. THE JOURNAL would like to see Mr. HATTON promoted.
  --The only candidates for Congress in this district on the republican side so far mentioned are Hon M. A. McCOID, present incumbent, of this county; Hon. John S. WOOLSON, of Henry, and Judge STUTSMAN, of Des Moines. Either STUTSMAN or WOOLSON can be elected, but McCOID never.
  --Ed KENNEFICK and Jim McELROY are running their saloons in full blast again, but the blast is not so heavy as before. They are selling soda water, ginger ale, pop, lemonade and cigars.
  --The happiest man we ran across yesterday was Joe FARMER. The cause of it was the arrival of a large, nice son at his house. Mother is getting along nicely and it is even thought that Joe will survive. It is a Clevelandite.
  --The oration of Charles E. STUBBS, son of Hon. D. P. STUBBS, of this city, delivered here on the Fourth, which we give in full in to-day's JOURNAL, will well pay perusal. It is a masterly effort, and one that reflects great credit upon one of our most promising young men. Bert has natural ability, and unlike other sons of Fairfield's illustrious men, he is gifted with common sense. Indeed the father will have to look well to his laurels.
  --A plain drunk was brought before Justice RUSSELL yesterday, and was sent up for thirty days. Some parties on the street have found fault about the matter and say the man was not drunk. But any man with common horse sense, who saw the fellow, knows he was badly intoxicated. If men will get drunk they had better do it at home.

Wednesday Wanderings. (Page 1)
  --George RUDIE, of Buffalo, is in the city.
  --J. FLANAGAN, of Chicago, is here to-day.
  --W. E. MEAD, of Quincy, is in the city.
  --A. C. AUSTEAD, Winterset, is here to-day.
  --M. A. HYMAN, of Milwaukie, is in the city.
  --F. J. SAVAGE, of Moline, was in the city last night.
  --A. N. HIBBARD, of Libertyville, gave us a pleasant business call to-day.
  --Mr. and Mrs. John A. SPIELMAN left yesterday for an extended eastern trip.
  --Mrs. May SNYDER, of Mt. Pleasant, is here visiting her sister, Mrs. T. Y. LYNCH.
  --J. E. DAUGHERTY has got up a very fine monument for the late Mrs. John V. MYERS.
  --It is rumored that the Rev. Mr. HUNT, of the Baptist church, has severed his pastoral relations to that people.
  --We notice a sign in front of Ed KENNEFICK's saloon which reads: "Agency for the American Sewing Machine."
  --Communion services will be held at the Luthuran church next Sunday morning. Preparatory services on Friday afternoon at 2:30.
  --Capt. W. T. BURGESS has returned from his several months stay in Kansas, and is now recieving (sic) a right royal welcome from his many friends here. He gave the American bird a send off from the heights overlooking Paola, Kansas, where they denominated him as the "silvery-tongued orator from Iowa."
  --The ministers of the various churches met with the devotional committee of the Y. M. C. A., and decided to hold union service Sabbath evenings during July and August. The Association to have the direction of the same. Preaching at the Presbyterian church 5 o'clock next Sabbath evening. Everybody welcome. The gospel hyms (sic) will be used.
  --Mr. E. St.JOHN, the energetic, popular and patriotic General Ticket and Passenger Agent of the Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific road, had a double celebration on the Fourth, that day being the twenty-first anniversary of his connection with the road, He began as a clerk in the ticket department and rose by successive promotion to the head of the important department which he has for years managed so successfully and satisfactorily. There are few, if any, more popular railroad officials than Mr. St.JOHN, and ticket agents are unanimous in their opinion that he is "a good man to tie to."--Clinton Herald.

  --List of letters remaining in the postoffice in this city unclaimed and advertised for week ending Tuesday, July 10th, furnished THE JOURNAL by Thomas L. HUFFMAN, Postmaster: Herman ANDERSON, R. W. DURKEE, J. De GALLEFORD, Emma HARRIS, J. N. MYER, Pat MADDEN, John MEARS, Mrs. Leuvia RUSSELL, Charlie TURNER, Mrs. Eliz. TANNER, A. G. WILSON.

  --There is a deal of truth in the following from the Birmingham Enterprise : The most of those from this section who staid in Fairfield on the evening of the 4th to witness the exhibition of the fire-works, think the Ledger made a big mistake in giving the cost of the outfit in not properly enumerating the figures. They are of the opinion that in speaking of the cost the figures should have read $2.50 instead of $250.

A Card from Mrs. McLEOD.
  In the last issue of the Fairfield Ledger the editor had the extreme gratification of giving relief to his burdened soul in the publication of the following falsehoods. Speaking of the saloons of the city he says: "The two owned by Mrs. McLEOD and Mrs. HAYES, near the Q depot--two of the worst in the city--and both of which have been selling liquor without license, have kept open doors but are said not to sell liquors--just what their friends have said of them before."
  "Two of the worst," &c. I beg to refer the editor to that class of respectable ble (sic) persons who visit my place of business since, as before, the 4th of July.
  "Selling without license." This is false. I never run an hour without license, and I keep open doors and will continue to do so. I am running a restaurant and keeping such drinks as are in conformity to the State law.
  I am surprised at this editor, but when I remember his repeated attacks on women and girls, and the many (to him) unfortunate resul s (sic) in the past, I sincerely hope after this that woman, his weaker vessels, will be exempt from his vituperation.      Mary E. McLEOD.

Thursday Transpirings. (Page 8)
  --A new walk has been laid in front of the Baptist parsonage.
  --Miss Kate CAMPBELL returned home this morning from Canada, where she has been attending school.
  --The Catholic folks are off on a picnic to-day to Rome. There was a full coach went down this morning.
  --A marriage license was issued by clerk SIPPEL to Jacob STOUDENOUR, 48, and Mrs. Annie M. METZLER, 48.
  --The Gazette says every saloon and brewery in Davenport is running just as though prohibition dident exist (sic).
  --H. C. ROUNTREE and family; N. S. BRIGHT and Peter I. LABAUGH returned home this morning from Chicago.
  --If we know what you know, you and others may know what we both know, and between us we will have a knowing community. Telephone your news to this office. Remember the numbers, 37 or 47.
  --It is said that Mrs. HAYES, who keeps a boarding house near the "Q" gave the oldest editor in the State a complete tongue lashing to-day. Those who heard her say she did an excellent job.
  --The market in this city is as follows: Oats, 25; corn, 60; timothy seed, $1.10; hogs, $4 to $4.25; clover seed, $4 to $4.50; butter, 10 to 12½; eggs, 10; potatoes, 40; raspberries, 12½; currants, 15c per gal.; cherries, $1.30 per bus.; green apples, 75c per bus.; bacon, 10c.
  --Ernst A. PILGER, a long time and well known resident of Burlington, has died at Darmstadt, Germany, where he had gone for his health a year ago. The remains will be embalmed and brought home in the autumn. Mr. PILGER was well and favorable known in Fairfield and all over Iowa.
  --"My dear," said the wife of the editor of a weekly newspaper in Kent county, "shall I give those old trousers that you haven't worn for two years, to some poor, deserving tramp?" "No Maria," answered the editor; "Let those trousers hang just where they are. I may start a daily paper some day, and then I will need them sure."
  --R. H. MOORE, of THE FAIRFIELD JOURNAL, was on our streets Tuesday. He failed to let the light of his beaming countenance cast its refulgent rays on the tapestry brussels that covers the floor of our sanctum santorum.--Birmingham Enterprise. We make it a rule never to visit any printing office that can't afford to use body brussels.