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Durham Chronicle (1867), 7 Jan 1897, p. 9

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ixed. EMS. ». 70 acres The farm a. 5 acres nd fenced. Ié stabkm. In} 1nd 2* \\ Bentinck. mt 8 bar waded, ‘ 1 humor. SALE fr"! P. 01 H TR 81“ -. A man may tell you he can cook Est as well as his Wife, but if you - _ him for a. While you will find -' he doesn’t oifer toy do it. . \ AN A’WAKENENG. Blind people’s first experiences of eight are curious. An old men who was born blind received his sight by the removal of a. cataract. When the bandage was removed the patient start- ed violentiy, and cried out as if with fear, and for a While was quite nervous rom the effects of the shock. For the first time in 'his' life he looked upon the earth. The first thing he noticed was a flock of sparrows. In relating his ex- periences ’he said that he thought they were teacups, although a few moments afterward he readily distinguished a watch which was shown to him. It is supposed that this recognition is owing to che fact that- he heard it ticking. The blaze from a lamp excited the most lively surprise in his mmd. He had no idea. what it was, and when it .Was bmngflt near wanted to pick it up. these stand oiit in contrast to their general feeble-mindedness, there is no originaizy, no power of invention, or spontaneity. 1:; is all mere imitation, mere memory. “The idiots savants,” says Pr. Peterson, f‘are mere oopyists in music, modelling, designing, or painting,” and ”as a. rule, the apti- tudes are preeociously developed, and are frequently lest before reaching adult life.” He finds the cause in the “precocious perfection of! the cerebral organization in certain areas, together with a. true hyperplasia. of tissue,” or excessive cell reproduction} “in such re- gions, and a tendency of early degen- eration.” He deems it possible that an “unequal distribution of the struc- tures underlying psychological pro- cesses will be found to account for the extraordinary talents” of these not- able idiots. Dr. Frederick Peterson discusses in the last number of the Popular Science Monthly the very astonishing special aptitudes exhibited by many idiots who have become notable as “musical proâ€" digies,” “lightning calculators," and the like. He designates them in the title of his paper as “Idiots Savants,” and shows that their peculiar powers. due chiefly to eXtraordinary memory, visual or auditory, and facility in imi- tation, go with the lowest order of gen- eral intellectual ability marking the congenitively defective and the degenâ€" erate. Of course, a notable example of such special aptitude is “Blind Tom,” the Georgia “musical prodigy.” He was born blind and his intelligence was‘ confined to sound, He learned to rc-i peat words readily, but they had no; meani- rig to him, his oun spontaneous1 Language, according to Dr. Peterson, :3- ing little more than inarticulate sounds. His musical iuculty was purely 31111133“ 0 T? ‘. '3 ' °’ ' \ ' ‘ I Live. no come imitate any sound and; THEORY AND PRACTICE. .‘VO TBS A ND C 01JIENT S . distinction in the draw- Lting of cats, and became 3 cat’s Raphael. Aptitude 1:1 special powera of mem- n displayed by idiots; {101' an imbecile who “could teiy the days of birth and Le principal events in the .elebrated personage men- n.” In all the cases of ,des in idiots, strongly as mt in contrast to their. 1'0 .Luavnll. m1§ DI 12188 was crossed In 81"- lence. Turnmg mto Stamford street she Whispered hoarseily : -._‘_. T_ _ n I C- .1- For the moment they stood con- fronting each other, the face _ of the man working convulsively, and the glrl’s features contracted with pain. 1 B1ack£riar§ Bridge wage crossed in si-‘ ”Aren’t yel.‘ goin’fiflth sei’fvouttuJoe?” she queued, th1dly, as he turned in the direction of he river. “\Vot for ?" The tone and the manner puZ‘zled her mgre than the words. an a pig. ‘then he can’t. gorge hisself no longer a pig’ll lie :11 the swlll trough, and when your genelman fa- e ":3 had ‘a skinful he’ll snore by the .“m- ‘ in , hour ’longside a quart pot.” 1 He stole a glance at the girl out of the corner of his eye. The 'busy, bust- ling life of London eddied around them; the roar of the great Babylon was in their“ ears; but not Strephon .andl Chloris in the sweet seclusion of ldyl- lie lanes could have been more oblivious to the passing moment than this pair of city lovers in the 'ht oand crowded streets. ‘ “P'raps he ain’t as good as he might be. But; there’s wuss about, an’â€"- he warn’t allays so, Joe.” , :‘Oh, if you likes to put up wiv ’im, “But yer can sen' me to the devil !” be snapped sharply; and an ugly look leaped out of his eyes. { They passed under the railway bridge which spans the lower end of Queen Victoria street and reached the point where they usually parted. The girl stop.ped,__but the man Went on. 1119 731135 011119 with difficulty and 1111 Voice palpitated with emotion. 17h}. man shrugged his shoulders im- panenny “,‘M ot’s the good 11v ”1111, 9'11? A dad’- rm’ ode lunetic. \V’ots the. 1159 119 ’im ter anybcuy‘? He cuter been dead 39:11:; ‘ ago ” 1 “He’s me father J09.” she murmured, ' mproachfully. "Father be b10wed.He’s dun a lot fer v011,ain’t he. ’3 1' ’ort ter fee! proudi uv ‘,i111 didn’t 391'? Pinchi’n his gal’sl moneyâ€"drinkin’ 1111 he’s got the ‘de-! I a ! 17113 1111’ talk'm’ ‘tommy rot’ ’bout beâ€" m' a geneiman an’ the son uv a gouenel man. W’ 5' he am ’_r got no more decency The min continued to_ stare ipto cancy and walk mechanically after barrow. off the {avement to avoid collision with a. parvei boy. Zlhe light than: had lighted ‘them died out of her eyes, the color which had come into her cheeks forsook them, her mouth grew hard, and her 1312;: lost at once. its ytou h and animation. 1‘-“ 118 66Ha! 5 53,31 3 (An Incident of London Street Life. She was a thin slip of a. girl, with pale, sallow cheeks, and a. figure as fragile as the flowers she carried in her basket. LOVE AMONG THE LOWLY. can’t do ut ga-t no res anguidly, and starmg strenu- nothing. er the-rt on wot I take yer 2” presently, as the girl stepped pavement to avoid collision yStamford street yJoe; but if it' s I can’t: do ut. 1 two nlght'szâ€"but THE DURHAEI CHRONICLE, Jan. ’3’, 1897. ' an . Young Clerkâ€"Not a clerk but a dis- tant relative of one of the clerks. . Myl‘my! I’m sure that is .very thoughtful. ' - ‘ Yes. most too thoughtful. \Vhenâ€"e ever any of us loses a relartlve and tells him about it, he always goes to the funeral, consarn hnn! ' 1 Eh ? And do you object to such kind- esSofheartf! ,~.. . f_ ‘ Tisn’t kindness ot’heart. sm-‘He goes LA ____g . is , 2 Old Gentâ€"And so that is. your em- ployer going to the funeral of one of his clerks? these were single, 5 were married and 36 Widowed. Three only were in afflu- em circumstances. 23 were comfortable and 19 poor. Nine were flat, 18 in av- erage condition and 20 thin. Thirty- SIX 'had good appetites, 10 moderate and 2 bad. Fifteen wwere total abstainers, 724 drank a little. 6 were moderates and I. drank Whatever he could get. There were 7 blard smokers, 4 being 1women. '{he average tinge of goingto bed was 9 o’clockfamd 7 wereu béilurigi: der. Twenty-four *had no teeth (and only 4 had artificial tee-th.’ t A BOOKO ON CENTENARJANS. A book on the Subject of old age, published in England some time ago, furnishes some interesting information concerning centenarians. ‘Of the 52 mentioned, 36 were females. Eleven of snow. She, ’mid the sleepy, dew-wet flowers, Sees o’er her right the crescent gleam, r 11d breathes a Wish: for happy hours, In bright toâ€"morrow of her dream.- Fer when a maiden moon is born, A maiden’s wish shall granted be, if it from all of pride or scorn; Or passion’s stain be’ pure and free; Beneath the shadows of her hair, How tenderly her deep eyes glow, Aih‘, Inez! \Vofuld I, too, might dare To Wish beneath the Virgin bow, For, were it so, dear, lifted eyes, \Vhen e’er I saw ' the new moon shine, A‘fihwart the stainless evening skies, I’d wish, sweet Inez, you were mine. . â€"J. M. Montgomery. ~â€"â€".-v In deeps of far, bOLLUhWCSLEIJ ib-lue. H W tender are. the evening skies! How pule and bximht t he slender bov But sweeter far are Inez e3 es, v Turned upw wrd o’el her shoulders The air is dusk beneath the pines, And fresh from 11s "baptismal dew; . A chaste apd_ maiden new moon shines [nan MIC; but it’s th’m ’WOI‘dS 0’ your’n as 1 shall ear, an’ not parson’s, on the day yer takes me. Inter church.” ,_ __ £""‘“ wail-Iv“ U'L w LLLAL-Lil'ullh he 1:3 in Lambeth a. g' ‘l was kneeling by the side of a bed. -A pap-er bag was lying on the cpverlet, and some cher- ries had fallen on the floor. On the bed lay the body of a man. The room I'eeked with the fumes of Whiskey. The long, lithe fingers of the girl’s right hand were clasped convulsively around the hand 01‘: the motionless figure ex- tended (m the bed. “Joe!” she moaned; “Joe, lad, ye’ve get yer wish. The 019 man’ll' never rile yer any more. I love Yer mate. dearer A SYMZPATHETIC EMPLOYER thap life; but it’s {h’vmd :\ \ ‘ 1. Wlsn he may, die. I Wish he xvur read!” he muttered, fierceb“ 1 “Oh, Joe! Joe, if yer love me, (1.11111 5533’ thim words I” entreated t e 9:31}. ”I say ’em 008 I loves yer; cos 1135 it’s on’y ’im wot’s keep'm’ yer frum a man as wants ter make a ’appy W0â€" man uv yer. I says ’em (303 I means ’em. N0 ’fense tar-yer, ’lea.". “Y’ain’t a bad sort, Jog," sand the girl, turning her swimmmg eyes gull On him; “but yer a bit down on Lhe ode man.” But silence was too oppressive and stifling. Near \Vaterloo station the man spoke again. . “HOW much yer tuk, ’lea 3’” The question was abrupt, but the tone was friendly. It Indicated a change of feeling. The girl made Went on. “A pretty foo} yer made 0’ me. now, am’t yer? I giv’ up booze an’ out tom- mies‘ W’en tuk up Wiv you, ’Liza; but you’d see me at blazes suner ’an’ giv up. that drucken ole Wagabone wot. hves on yer, an’ perwents yer havin’ a man as au’d be good to yer.” “It ’u’d break me heart, Joe, ter ’ave ”ml die in the workus.” ' “Yer thinks a bloomin' sight more 11V a wrong un than yer does IN a right un,” said the man savagely. She gave him a Look whlch must have convinced him of his error; but biinded by passion, he refused to 888. “\Vell,” he snarled, “one of 112 ’as got ter scootâ€"Thin; or me. There ain’t 'eom fer two.” hard on you it’s rough on me. Anythin’ as you ars’d me to do, J oeâ€"anythin’ as I c’o’d do 0’ meself likeâ€"I’d do ut, mate, Without sayin’ Why or Wherefore. But sen’ the ole man to the workus â€"I can’t do that, lad. I know yer think Itorter; but I can’t Joeâ€"I can’t do u .1, gm! man’s» countenance had suddenly anaew ed, sparks from the nether fires f-‘tizve. 1001: had returned._ I_ 'WIS-h he mav die- I “119%. hr). xvnr "b‘evmg an’ three.” He extended his hand. She put the one); into it without a Word. “Meet me at the Garding in the morn- ’Liza, and I’Ll stock the baski'é; for 21',” said he, returning hrer nine pence. It was a. curious transaction, but'th-e :pfana‘cion was probably to be found the despairing utterance of the W0- THE NEW' MOON lg up over her companion’s it war that dreafli’ulâ€"â€"” :1 warned by the cloud that arrow an UHDSCCS (:0 no reply. and the e yer mate, dearer EEG-D ene ment meeling bag was for Kidney Disease, Bladder and Urinary difficulties, Lame Back, and the number- less results of disordered Kidneys 13 Doen’ 3 Kidney Pills. "Be sure to get Dean’s. Price fifty Cents per box. For sale by m the ones whose opinion is valuable. When scores of such people come forward end tell publicly that Doan’s Kidney Pills cured them after other means failed, it is evident that the only no headaches, those who have escaped from the death grip of Diabetes and Bright’s disease by the use of Doan’s PILLS Complaints. through the use of this won-z derful medicine, those Whose lame back is now free from, pain, those who now have Kidney Pills first proved to the‘people that Kidney disease is curable; Being the original Kiclney remedy in pill form, the cures they have made, and the fame they have attained have .opened the Way for a host of imitations and substitutes, but those-Who have been cured of ail owing to the 0pp0rtm1ity that pre- sented itself.F0rt1me just seems to , lie in wait to kidnap some. men. L00}: I i at Sil‘ Isaac Newton. His 111110 is ha ”Id- ed down from generation to generatiog. And Why? Simply became he 1 as sit- ting under 3. t1 ee and an apple hap» pened to (11011 0:11 hi‘?..1.‘1'0ucan’t pr;- tend that :1 1mm is in :1 :3 Sition 10 claim superior merit Eil‘flpl} 13130211150, thr -0 action 01' pmt'erence 01“: his 011‘11,heeLs nit in 1113 head with an 1111111630111 3011?” “No Hiram. fi’ Mr. and Jars. Doolittle Have an Argument on the (Question, “I hate to hear peeple say there’s no such thing as luck,” remarked the Inel- ancholy Mr. Doolittle. “I don’t see Why,” his Wife responded. “Because it isn’t true,” he returned With asperity. “A man can go on try- ing and trying and never get along. And some other person will go ahead and tumble into good things without making any effort whatever.” A QUESTION OF LUCK. my," ms Wlte respnnded. n’t true,” he returned A man can go on try- bout _ Th “ Chronicle " is the only 12-P go Local Newspaper in Oct. 2dd. Count of Grey includingavaluablee W ower Brick owellin, dapd matingJ ib uildig 101;sz 'llbe sod 130110 org) are his $1301 g.No 60W, £3,011 2, 3m Townshipo enti k,100 acres, adjoining Town p10 rha . Dglor ges taken for part purchase money Apply to J AME-‘3 HEDGE. '- l A ad VVitchmaker and Jeweler $133 All kinds of m THE mm M DURHAM, fl EIflE PROPERTY “Kim 11 they cro to b a.) an Larcicie is to find the price in accord- ance with the time. Our prices are always low - All we ask is an honest profit 'Has your clock gone astray or is your watchb not keeping time? Bring them to us and we will set them right. GORDON, I‘ ”EFL EMENT FOR SAW Do Without Imgle. en they can’t sow or 11!) Without them. But \ buy, they naturally wa 38 cheaply as possible “T1? 80 ram {19;}? u'n‘n h11y far (5- BE ofit. ERIE} may ”UV“ Edge Hill, ED; BE AN D CALL. manutacturers 131))" A LSO .b‘arm 1.1111212 fiEl'fi ther well-k HUM! AGENT, In 111‘ 30 I with all at a modest PU} JESS Iii}- 'Llli manta, i r ’i‘own This is ‘ BO“! “My . lOWI} land

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