anaheim-gazette 1878-04-13

ANAHEIM VOL. 8. WEEKLY GAZETTE. Established 1870; SATURDAY...APRIL 13, 1878. Dr. W. N. HARDIN, Office and Residence, Corner Los Angeles and Sycamore Streets, Anaheim. Cal. J. H. YOCUM, M. D., Physician & Surgeon. Office and Residence corner Centre on Palm Streets, With offices hourly at Blailey's Drug Store, from 9 to 10 A.M., and 4 to 5 P.M. Anaheim. Cal. DR. ALICE HIGGINS, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. OFFICE—Corner of Lemon and Centre Street ANAHEIM. Dr. J. N. BURTNETT, Physician & Surgeon, Santa Ana, Cal. Graduate of Jefferson Medical College Dr. H. F. THOMAS, (Practitioner of Homocopathy.) Physician & Surgeon, Graduate of the N.Y. Hom Med College, March, 1878. Office and residence, 63 Spring Street, Los Angeles. Kleinigkeiten. [FROM WEDNESDAY'S SEMI-WEEKLY.] The thermometer reached 100° at Yuma on Sunday. H. K. W. Bent, of Los Angeles, was in town yesterday. Andrew McFarland has been appointed postmaster at Compton. Dr. Crane, of San Juan Capistrano, has resigned the office of Justice of the Peace. Unless Dennis Kearney orders otherwise, the coming campaign for town officers will be a tame and spiritless affair. The wife of E. S. Parker, under sentence of imprisonment for the murder of Fonck, died at Santa Monica on Saturday. Dr. H. Aljoven, a Spanish medico, committed suicide in Los Angeles yesterday morning. He cut his throat with a razor. Letters of Administration have been granted to Daniel W. Fish on the estate of J. C. Fish, deceased. The sheep shearers are in their glory, the poor sheep are in their misery, and the owners thereof are rejoicing in plethoric pocket books. Mr. G. D. Plato received from San Francisco last evening one of the new dollars. The curious can inspect it by calling at the WHAT'S IN A NAIL? An Essay Read before the heim Amateur Society, J. M. Guian. What's in a name that which we see? By any other name would smell so sweet. What's a name it is not hand, nor nose or ear nor any other part belonging to a man." So wrote Shakespeare, but began of the immortal William for disguise him, we maintain there is some name, and a great deal, too; and this better than Shakespeare he poet or dramatist ever christened and herdines with such euphonious fitting names as did the Bard of Venice he bestowed upon his ideal person such uncouth and ill sounding hear in these degenerate days he have perished in their infancy—name. Suppose he had called Scroggs, and Desdemona Mrs. S would have grown indignant at Mr. for stopping Mrs. Scroggs ruspe one! Indeed, we would have said both deserved to be smothered such a name. Or, had Juliet be Jerusha, think you she would have so contemptuously, "What's Or had Romeo rejoiced in Jacob would he not have had good reason ing out," "My name is my energy! Fame loves best such syllables and sonorous to the ear. Me current coin of opinion by the ripe Dr. J. N. BURTNETT, Physician & Surgeon, Santa Ana, Cal. Graduate of Jefferson Medical College Dr. H. F. THOMAS, (Practitioner of Homecopathy.) Physician & Surgeon, Graduate of the N.Y. Hom Med College, March 1838 Office and residence, 63 Spring Street, Los Angeles DR. E. L. COWAN, DENTIST, AS OPENED AN OFFICE IN THE UPPER part of Mrs Meta's building, Los Angeles Street, Anaheim. Having had twenty years' experience, he can speak with confidence of his work. His scale of prices will be very low. His office days are Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, between the hours of 9 A.M. and 5 P.M. WICKS & STEPHENSON, Attorneys at Law, Office in new Bank Building, Centro Street, Anaheim. Will practice in all the Courts of Los Angeles and adjoining counties. ROBERT W. SCOTT. Victor Montgomery. SCOTT & MONTGOMERY, Attorneys at Law. PROBATE BUSINESS SPECIALTY. Anaheim, Los Angeles County, Cal. R. LUEDKE. Watch Maker and Jeweler, Centre Street, Anaheim. EVERY DESCRIPTION OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, AND JEWELRY carefully repaired and warranted. Also a fine assortment of Jewelry on hand. L. GUNTHER, Pioneer Boot and Shoe Maker. Cor. Third and Los Angeles streets. ANAHEIM. GEORGE BAUER, BOOT AND SHOE MAKER, Los Angeles Street. MAKING AND REPAIRING AT THE LOWEST cash price. All orders promptly attended to I work guaranteed. P. C. McKINNIE, Contractor and Builder. Shop - On Centre Street, opposite residence. H. A. STOUGH & CO., Blacksmiths. HORSE SHOKING AND REPAIRING. CORNER of Centre and Clementina Streets, near the Cooper Shop. CHARLES WILLE, COOPERAGE. — Dr. H. Aljoven, a Spanish medicine committed suicide in Los Angeles yesterday morning. He cut his throat with a razor. — Letters of Administration have been granted to Daniel W. Fish on the estate of J. C. Fish, deceased. — The sheep shearers are in their glory, the poor sheep are in their misery, and the owners thereof are rejoicing in plethoric pocket books. — Mr. G. D. Plato received from San Francisco last evening one of the new dollars. The curious can inspect it by calling at the store of D. & G. D. Plato. — It is said that in the orange orchards in the northern part of the county a destructive red-bug has made its appearance. It exercises its destructive propensities on the leaves, which it eats away. — Mr. Pedro Lopez was invited to appear before Justice Athearn on Tuesday to answer to the charge of embezzlement. The gentleman responded not guilty and the case was set for Saturday. — On the 22nd of February we set out some builted orange trees in our garden, and now, in less than two months, one of the trees has numerous well-developed buds. It is of the St. Michael variety. — Mr. John Fischer is a candidate for the office of Town Assessor. He has plenty of time to attend to the duties of the office, is thoroughly conversant with its requirements, perfectly capable of intelligently filling the office, and in his election the town would secure an impartial officer. — Some unknown gentleman entered the residence of Mr. Richard Heimann on Monday evening; while the family were at supper, and appropriated to himself the blankets from off the bed. The family suffered somewhat from the cold during the night, but they are consolled with the belief that the thief at some future time will suffer more from heat, except Bob Ingersoll's theories prove true, and it is to be hoped that in this case they will not. — The article on planting orange seed, published in another column, is chiefly interesting as giving the modus operandi pursued in Florida. The successful germination of seed in that State seems to be attended with no small amount of labor. What with the necessity of "forest protection," applications of "leaf mold" and "muck," etc., the contrast between orange growing in that State and in Southern California is very striking. The poorest sand patch in this country possesses nourishing qualities sufficient to germinate orange or any other kind of seed, without it being necessary to use the fertilizing adjuncts which seem to be indispensable in /the Land of Flowers. — Says the Los Angeles Republican: Four years ago a gentleman who resides in the country was in town, and having urgent need of a cork-screw, applied to a well-known Scroggs, and Deslemona Mrs. Scroggs resigned one! Indeed, we would have said both deserved to be another such a name. Or had Juliet be Jerusha, think you she would have so contemptuously, "What's it? Or had Romeo rejoiced in Jacob would he not have had good reason out, 'My name is my energy.' Fame loves best such syllables and sorrows, who has gotten to him name. Judas Iscariot, no doubt, ed of his cognomen, and Benoît could with truth exclaim with Rozeny, Boggsy, or Scroggsy, is it it. Fame loves fine names. Yes; there is something in many a poor unfortunate can t sorrow, who has gotten to him name. Judas Iscariot, no doubt, ed of his cognomen, and Benoît could with truth exclaim with Rozeny, Boggsy or Scroggsy is it it. Fame loves fine names. A name may be only a few coupled together, or a syllable spelled all, be it good or evil, that posturity. There is something in the names given in these latter sometimes very difficult to find out something is. We are good bad names, but very bad at names. The names of ancient times were and appropriate; growing out of theory of things spiritual and thinking bringing the one to illustrate, an abiding form to the other. No unfamiliar name was baptised on thought of those legendary days might of barbarism was mellowing dawn before the rising sun of civil half enlightened minds was striving give name to its erudic conceptions nasitur non fil.* Fit names are but grow. There is not a place to be christened but what its name fitted to it; is waiting unsyllabled above it for the right sponsors into life. From the very etymology of may decipher the characteristic authors, and the countries of the Compare the rough, consonant names of the heroes and divinities mythology with the smooth vowel sounding appellations of the goddesses of ancient Greece and was fitting that those brave old born and reared among icebergs and boreal storms of polar seas, slain a speech, like themselves, bold and strong. Thor—the god of thunder of the beneficent summer—how strong, in contrast with "Jove"—divinity of Greek and Roman Skrymir—the Hermules of Norse Contractor and Builder. Shop On Centre Street, opposite residence. H. A. STOUGH & CO., Blacksmiths. HORSE SHOKING AND REPAIRING. CORNER of Centre and Clementina Streets, near the Cooper Shop. CHARLES WILLE, COOPERAGE. Pipes, Barrels and keys on hand at all times. Tanks and Tubs made to order. Honey barrels for sale cheap. Anaheim Cooper Shop, Centre Street, Anaheim. J. WESTPHAL, - Proprietor GADDY & LEWIS, Proprietors of the Planters' Stable, have opened a Branch Feed Stable, On Centre Street, near the Depot First-class accommodations for stock. ISAAC COHEN, (Successor to Heimaann & George). KEEPS CONSTANTLY ON HAND THE LARGEST best and cheapest stock of dry goods, fancy goods gents and boys' clothing, shoes and boots, hats, trunks and valises. Also, groceries, provisions, crockery and hardware. Give me a trial. UPHAM & RAE, 43 Main Street, Los Angeles Wholesale and Retail dealers in School Books, Stationery and Music Special attention given to School Libraries. FOR THE BEST Wines and Brandies GO TO THEO. REISER, Cor. Santa Ana and Olive Sts. Anaheim. Says the Los Angeles Republican: Four years ago a gentleman who resides in the country was in town, and having urgent need of a cork-screw, applied to a well-known merchant to purchase one, and asked to have it charged to him. The merchant declined to enter so small a charge on his books, but offered to take the gentleman's note for the amount—four bits. The note was given more in joke than otherwise, with the customary clause, if interest not paid, then to be added to the principal, etc.. Yesterday the gentleman, who is very responsible financially, was sued on that note, with interest amounting to $27. The gentleman says he is anxious to know how much a cork-screw may cost, and as he will never buy another he proposes to law this cork-screw note to the end at whatever cost. There seems to be something of a moral in this cork-screw question, which the reader is quite welcome to moralize on in his own way. A Los Angeles paper says that Mr. L. H. Titus, of San Gabriel, has a very ingenious contrivance of his own invention for picking oranges or other fruit and passing them to baskets without danger of being bruised. A ladder twelve feet high is attached to a pair of light wheels, with a long handle projecting behind and two arms in front. The ladder can be placed at different angles and is firmly held in position wherever desired, as soon as the arms are dropped on the ground. The limbs are brought within reach by means of a pole hook, and the fruit is dropped into a large cloth hopper immediately behind the ladder, and passing down its neck into a basket. The advantages of this invention can at once be seen, both in the time saved in placing the ladder in position, and the impossibility of bruising the fruit in picking, which is of great importance where it is shipped long distances. Mr. Titus has applied for a patent for his new invention. Compare the rough, consonant names of the heroes and divinities mythology with the smooth, vowel sounding appellations of the goddesses of ancient Greece and Rome was fitting that these brave old men born and reared among icebergs and boreal storms of polar seas, share a speech, like themselves, bold and strong. Thor—the god of thunder of the beneficent summer—how strong, in contrast with "Jove"—divinity of Greek and Roman Skrymir—the Hermules of Norseology—how course sounding and common how typical of strength and power effeminate and weak is the smooth Hermules when compared with the Jotund of the Northland. The very glance rent rocks asunder, and a blow of his all-rending hammer had shaken the very heavens; same ponderous hammer, when they down with all of Thor's godlike strife the face of the sleeping giant, Skrym served to wake him from his slumber dresil—the ash tree of existence—it reaching up into the heavens, and out over the whole universe; its down in the kingdoms of Hessla, Yggdrasil, the life tree! Bold, unceits these; born of battling with elements of nature and oft facing frowning moods, yet named silently enough. Truly, there is something in a who can discover that something inican local name. European names nifficient. The various lands of them are written over like palimpsets story of succession, conquest and chronicles in their local names,and ask why a place is so called sure to be rewailed by a legend beneath the title. There,a name in parro,c a war, or a revolution into the powerful "attar of a single Not so with American names done our best to crowd out all the significant names we found here,and them by meaningless apellation American seems to have lost the use of his mother tongue. He can ture terms ad infinitum,but the fit object and its apellation seems never erate his prosaic brain. We have WEEKLY IM GAZI ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA: SATURDAY, APRIL 13, 1878. WHAT'S IN A NAME. An Essay Read before the Anaheim Amateur Society by J. M. Guinn. What's is a name that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell sweet. What's a man it is not hand, nor foot; Nor arm, nor Dear nor any other part Belonging to a man." So wrote Shakespeare, but begging pardon the immortal William for differing with me, we maintain there is something in a time, and a great deal, too; and none knew is better than Shakespeare himself. No not or dramatist ever christened his heroes heroesines with such euphonious and wellling names as did the Bard of Avon. Had bestowed upon his ideal progeny some th uncouth and ill sounding titles as we ar in these degenerate days they would be perished in their infancy—killed by a name. Suppose he had called Othello Mr. Scroggs, and Desdemona Mrs. Scroggs, who shall have grown indignant at Mr. Scroggs stopping Mrs. Scroggs' aspiration? No! Indeed, we would have said that they deserved to be smothered for having a name. Or, had Juliet been baptised rusha, think you she would have exclaimso contemptuously, "What's in a name?" had Romeo rejoiced in Jacob or Michael, and he not have had good reason for cryout, "My name is my energy?" Same loves best such syllables as are sweet sonorous to the ear. Men judge the rent coin of opinion by the ring, and are villages, surnamed Port and Haven, whose greatest maritime boast is a duck pond. We have Mors and Mounts on level plains and smooth valleys. We have cities destitute of habitations or habitants, and burgs and villas with juyriads of both. We have places of Concord and Harmony, where discord is dominant enough to shame Bedlam. There is a potency and power in some names, be it good or evil, that seems to clothe them with immortality. These cannot wear out, grow old, or die. They rise out of the shadowy past, loom up with massive outline in mythology and legend, hurtle through the eclipse light of history, and come down to us with all their primeval youth and vigor. The memories of those that love them live only in them. The times in which they lived, the scenes in which they moved, their deeds, their deaths, are but the dim remembered stories of olden times. But their names survive—imperishable—the texts of history, the themes of epic and story. Somebody says only a poetic hearted people give poetic names. Judging from our local nomenclature we are proslae enough. The names of Scotia's hills and dales, rivers and lakes, are sweet to the ear and linger with you like some pleasing refrain, half-obscured and dimly shadowed in the mystic moonlight of memory. The Hebrew lyric fire blazed in a thousand beacons from every land-mark. And the soil of Palestine is trodden, as it were, with the footsteps of God, so eloquent are its mountains and hamlets with these records of a nation's faith. Virgil grouped into his grand heroics local ORANGE CULTURE. Having learned by accident that a small book on Orange Culture had been published in Florida, we sent to the author and purchased a copy. And we propose, from time to time, to give such extracts from the book as we think will be of interest or benefit to our readers. In this issue we give the chapter on PLANTING THE ORANGE SEED. In selecting seed for the nursery, if you intend budding the young trees, you need not be careful as to the quality of fruit from which the seed is taken. If you desire to grow your trees without budding, select only from the best fruit, and from trees not grown in the vicinity of any trees bearing sour or indifferent fruit. All the varieties and even species of the citrus family mix very readily, and if grown in close proximity seeds from the same tree will give an endless variety of fruits, the tendency, however, being towards the kind produced by the tree from which the fruit is plucked, as the pistils are more apt to be fertilized by pollen from flowers near at hand. If sour seed are to be planted the fruit may be thrown into piles till rotted and the seed washed out from the pulp. But whatever kind is used do not allow the seed to dry. Put them at once into moist sand, to be kept until ready for planting. The seeds may be planted either in boxes AGENE. The Committee citizens held last prepared the foWhereas, The county dependent efforts of the imindependence in among the people. We therefore awaken to a stale year after year; poorer; moneyy scarcer; businessitive industry at a standstill at financially. Ouing men and men instances their necessaries of life have been and tions sent to us ed a cold should home productive. The productal; then let us drawing on our rowers. Let us and claim our reabroad with all they have hithed have paid our d Somebody says only a poetic hearted people give poetic names. Judging from our local nomenclature we are proxic enough. The names of Scotia's hills and dales, rivers and lakes, are sweet to the ear and linger with you like some pleasing refrain, half obscured and dimly shadowed in the mystic moonlight of memory. The Hebrew lyre fire blazed in a thousand beacons every land-mark. And the soil of Palestine is trodden, as it were, with the footsteps of God, so cloquent are its mountains and hamlets with these records of a nation's faith. Virgil grouped into his grand heroics local names enough to fill a pronouncing Gazeteer, and yet made poetry out of them all. But what poet can be found reckless enough to undertake to group into poetic measure American names. Poetry is a plant which thrives best where blood has been spilt long ago; and grows in abundant clusters in old ditches and moats and battlefields. We have moats and battle fields enough to plant poetry in. But, alas! in many of them we fear it will never take root. Their names are enough to blight it in the germ. Many a single name is in itself a concentrated poem. But what poetical thought or imagery there is in a Bull Run, or a Pittsburg Landing, is more than we can discover. All times, it is said, are good when old; so perhaps are all names. And may we not hope that the roughness and asperities of our local names may be smoothed down by the mellow influence of age. But if not, may they be buried deep beneath the dark waves of the Lethian river of Forgetfulness! Queer Statements. New York, April 7.—The World says: Colonel Mercer, of the Oregon Granger, delivered an address before the New York Press Club, last evening, in which he described the climate and industrial advantages of Oregon and Washington. He made a rather startling statement that south of the Rocky Mountains there are 250,000 bachelors, and he declared that money was plenty, but that manual labor was all the country needed. New York, April 7.—The Sun has this on Col. Mercer's lecture: The wonderful fertility of sagebrush lands was set forth. Until recently these lands have been supposed to be valueless. Settlers can get farms there for nothing. Two classes of people, are needed in Oregon—farmers to develop the rich productive country, and capitalists to mine the coal, lead and iron in the Cascade Mountains. The men there also want wives; 10,000 single women can earn $4 a week and their board, and when they get married there will be room for 10,000 more. SAN FRANCISCO, April 6.—The dies of 412 grains dollars arrived from Philadelphia today, and the work of coming new dollars will probably be commenced next week. SAN FRANCISCO, April 9.—A car on the North Pacific Coast Railroad broke its coupling and rolled down an embankment about a mile from San Rafael yesterday afternoon. and if grown in close proximity seeds from the same tree will give an endless variety of fruits, the tendency, however, being towards the kind produced by the tree from which the fruit is plucked, as the pistils are more apt to be fertilized by pollen from flowers near at hand. If sour seed are to be planted the fruit may be thrown into piles till rotted and the seed washed out from the pulp. But whatever kind is used do not allow the seed to dry. Put them at once into moist sand, to be kept until ready for planting. The seeds may be planted either in boxes or in the open ground or under glass as quantity or other circumstances may suggest. If fruit is eaten in the early winter the seed may at once be planted in boxes, and the boxes set in some warm place indoors and the plants be so far advanced as to be ready to set in the nursery early in the Spring. In preparing beds or boxes from seed have the bottom soil covered two or three inches deep with fresh leaf mold from the hummock. Place the seeds about one inch apart and cover with half an inch of soil—leaf mold. Finish by a covering of one inch of mulching and thorough watering. Keep the soil moist, but not wet. If the seed bed is in the open ground it is well to hold the mulching in place by laying a few brush on the bed. I have sometimes succeeded very well by allowing the seed to remain in a box of sand till they have started to sprout and then planting them directly in the nursery. In this case select a place partially sheltered by forest trees. Prepare the soil thoroughly for ten or twelve inches deep. Open the rows four feet apart and eight inches deep. Fill to within two inches of the top with well rotted muck, drop the seed three inches apart and cover with one and a half inches of soil. In selecting a position for the nursery, if your place is well protected by water on the cold points, you may risk your nursery in the open field. But if you are not satisfied about the protection select a position sheltered from the morning sun to prevent the too sudden thawing after a frost. I would prefer shade on the south as well, as the sun sometimes breaks out suddenly during a cold snap about noon. Under such circumstances I have known serious damage done to young plants. A still better plan is to clear away a half or a quarter of an acre of ground in the midst of a tall forest. Around this half acre or quarter acre sink a ditch two feet deep in order to cut surface roots of the forest trees. Plow or spade the land deep. Open the rows four feet apart and eight or ten inches deep, fill them with good muck or leaf mold clear of such litter as would attract woodlice. Over this muck place an inch or two of soil to keep the muck moist. A dressing of ashes or slaked lime will be of advantage, especially if the muck has not been previously well rotted in heaps. Your land can now stand till the trees are ready to be taken from the seed bed. Some prefer putting the muck, or whatever fertilizer used, broadcast over the land. But my reason for advising the muck to be put in instances their necessaries for home production have been sent to us and aboard with all they have hitherto have paid our dues. The better to let us draw on our rowers. Let us use and claim our rucks abroad with all they have hitherto have paid our dues. The better to let us draw on our rowers. Let us use and claim our rucks abroad with all they have hitherto have paid our dues. We, the underside pledge ourselves all articles produced home, in preference abroad; to ensure home production manufacturing interests; to enclose coin and the expire ducts. We, the underside pledge ourselves all articles produced home, in preference abroad; to ensure home production manufacturing interests; to enclose coin and the expire ducts. We, the underside pledge ourselves all articles produced home, in preference abroad; to ensure home production manufacturing interests; to enclose coin and the expire ducts. We, the underside pledge ourselves all articles produced home, in preference abroad; to ensure home production manufacturing interests; to enclose coin and the expire ducts. It shall be the mittee to make up organization through vite the co-operative herein, and to carry out the object otherwise provided. We would furthest Separate the rough, consonant sounding, names of the heroes and divinities of Norse mythology with the smooth, melodious sounding appellations of the gods and messes of ancient Greece and Rome. It fitting that those brave old Norse men, and reared among icebergs and snows boreal storms of polar seas, should have speech, like themselves, bold and rough in strength. Thor—the god of thunder, and the beneficent summer—how rough, and strong, in contrast with "Jove"—the ruling unity of Greek and Roman paganism. Hermir—the Hercules of Norse mythology—how course sounding and consonant, yet typical of strength and power; and how nimble and weak is the smooth syllabled rules when compared with the mighty land of the Northland. Thor, whose glance rent rocks asunder, and who, with blow of his all-rending hammer, Miollmir, shaken the very heavens; yet this ponderous hammer, when thrice struck him with all of Thor's godlike strength into face of the sleeping giant, Skrymir, scarred to wake him from his slumbers. Yggdur—the ash tree of existence—its branches growing up into the heavens, and spreading over the whole universe; its roots deep in the kingdoms of Hessla, or Death. Brasil, the life tree! Bold, uncoath contort these; born of battling with the stormy events of nature and oft facing her in her morning moods, yet named significantly high. July, there is something in a name; but can discover that something in an American name. European names are significant. The various lands of the continent written over like palimpsets with the title of succession, conquest and domination included in their local names. You stop ask why a place is so called, and are to be rewailed by a legend lurking within the title. There, a name is a history arroa, a war, or a revolution, distilled the powerful "attar of a single phrase." So with American names. We have our best to crowd out all the beautiful, significant names we found here, and replace them by meaningless appellations. The American seems to have lost the elementary of his mother tongue. He can manufac-terms ad infinitum, but the fitness of the art and its apollocation seems never to penetrate his prosaic brain. We have cities and towns fitting that those brave old Norse men, and reared among icebergs and snows boreal storms of polar seas, should have speech, like themselves, bold and rough in strength. Thor—the god of thunder, and the beneficent summer—how rough, and strong, in contrast with "Jove"—the ruling unity of Greek and Roman paganism. Hermir—the Hercules of Norse mythology—how course sounding and consonant, yet typical of strength and power; and how nimble and weak is the smooth syllabled rules when compared with the mighty land of the Northland. Thor, whose glance rent rocks asunder, and who, with blow of his all-rending hammer, Miollmir, shaken the very heavens; yet this ponderous hammer, when thrice struck him with all of Thor's godlike strength into face of the sleeping giant, Skrymir, scarred to wake him from his slumbers. Yggdur—the ash tree of existence—its branches growing up into the heavens, and spreading over the whole universe; its roots deep in the kingdoms of Hessla, or Death. Brasil, the life tree! Bold, uncoath contort these; born of battling with the stormy events of nature and oft facing her in her morning moods, yet named significantly high. July, there is something in a name; but can discover that something in an American name. European names are significant. The various lands of the continent written over like palimpsets with the title of succession, conquest and domination included in their local names. You stop ask why a place is so called, and are to be rewailed by a legend lurking within the title. There, a name is a history arroa, a war, or a revolution, distilled the powerful "attar of a single phrase." So with American names. We have our best to crowd out all the beautiful, significant names we found here, and replace them by meaningless appellations. The American seems to have lost the elementary of his mother tongue. He can manufac-terms ad infinitum, but the fitness of the art and its apollocation seems never to penetrate his prosaic brain. We have cities and towns fitting that those brave old Norse men, and reared among icebergs and snows boreal storms of polar seas, should have speech, like themselves, bold and rough in strength. Thor—the god of thunder, and the beneficent summer—how rough, and strong, in contrast with "Jove"—the ruling unity of Greek and Roman paganism. Hermir—the Hercules of Norse mythology—how course sounding and consonant, yet typical of strength and power; and how nimble and weak is the smooth syllabled rules when compared with the mighty land of the Northland. Thor, whose glance rent rocks asunder, and who, with blow of his all-rending hammer, Miollmir, shaken the very heavens; yet this ponderous hammer, when thrice struck him with all of Thor's godlike strength into face of the sleeping giant, Skrymir, scarred to wake him from his slumbers. Yggdur—the ash tree of existence—its branches growing up into the heavens, and spreading over the whole universe; its roots deep in the kingdoms of Hessla, or Death. Brasil, the life tree! Bold, uncoath contort these; born of battling with the stormy events of nature and oft facing her in her morning moods, yet named significantly high. July, there is something in a name; but can discover that something in an American name. European names are significant. The various lands of the continent written over like palimpsets with the title of succession, conquest and domination included in their local names. You stop ask why a place is so called, and are to be rewailed by a legend lurking within the title. There, a name is a history arroa, a war, or a revolution, distilled the powerful "attar of a single phrase." So with American names. We have our best to crowd out all the beautiful, significant names we found here, and replace them by meaningless appellations. The American seems to have lost the elementary of his mother tongue. He can manufac-terms ad infinitum, but the fitness of the art and its apollocation seems never to penetrate his pro莎ic brain. We have cities and towns fitting that those brave old Norse men, and reared among icebergs and snows boreal storms of polar seas, should have speech, like themselves, bold and rough in strength. Thor—the god of thunder, and the beneficent summer—how rough, and strong, in contrast with "Jove"—the ruling unity of Greek and Roman paganism. Hermir—the Hercules of Norse mythology—how course sounding and consonant, yet typical of strength and power; and how nimble and weak is the smooth syllabled rules when compared with the mighty land of the Northland. Thor, whose glance rent rocks asunder, and who, with blow of his all-rending hammer, Miollmir, shaken the very heavens; yet this ponderous hammer, when thrice struck him with all of Thor's godlike strength into face of the sleeping giant, Skrymir, scarred to wake him from his slumbers. Yggdur—the ash tree of existence—its branches growing up into the heavens, and spreading over the whole universe; its roots deep in the kingdoms of Hessla, or Death. Brasil, the life tree! Bold, uncoath contort these; born of battling with the stormy events of nature and oft facing her in her morning moods, yet named significantly high. July, there is something in a name; but can discover that something in an American name. European names are significant. The various lands of the continent written over like palimpsets with the title of succession, conquest and domination included in their local names. You stop ask why a place is so called,and are to be rewailed by a legend lurking within the title. There,a name is a history arroa,a war ,or a revolution,distilledthe powerful "attarofa single phrase."SowithAmericannames.Wewhaveourbesttocrowdatallthebeautiful,fiscantnameswerefoundhere,andreplacebymeaninglessapellations.TheAmericanseemstohavelosttheelementaryofhismothertongne.Hecannufacturetermsadinfinitumbutthefitnessoftheartanditsapellationseemsnevertopenetratehisprosaicbrain.Wewhavecitiesandtrees fittingthatthosebraveoldNorsemen,bawndrearedamongicebergsandsnowsborealstormsofpolarsea,souldhavnthepreviouswellrottedinheaps.Yowlandcannowstandtillthetreesarereadytobetakenfromtheseedbed.Somepreferputtingthemuckorwhateverfertilizerused,broadcastovertheland.Butmyreasonforadvisingthemucktobetindrillsisthatifwellrotteditwillnotheatbutwillservetochecktherootsoftheyoungplantincompactbody.Agreatdeais savedbythismeanswhenyoucometoc transplanttothegrove,therootshavinggrownin acompactbodyverylittlewillbe lostbyrootpruning.Andwherethedistancefromthenurserytothegroveisshort,andthetransplantingtdonewhenthegroundiswet,theentireballofmuckmaybe takenalongwithadheringtotherootsandthetreehardlyfeeltheshockoftheremoval.Whentheyoungplantsintheseedbodsareafewincheshighandhavefourorfiveleavestheymaybetransplantedtothenursery.Intakingthemupcutofftheendsofthe taprootssothattheywillnotbeaptotdoubleupinsettingthem.Thesettingisbetterdoneinrainyweather.Thegroundshouldbethoroughlywetinordertoinsureagoodresult.Therowscannowbeopenedfourorfiveinchesdeepandtheyoungplants droppedatadistanceof sixinchesapart.Letahandfollowandbeforetherootshavetimetodyresettheminauprightposition,carefullyspreadingouttherootsandpackingthesoilaroundthem.Becarefulnottosettheplantsdeeperthantheygrewintheseedbeds Whenarowortwohave beensetleveloffthegroundwithrakeleavingthesandysoilonthesurfaceandnotthemuck，asthe latterhardensundertheinfluenceofthe sun Ifa showerdoesnotfollow soonitiswelltowater.inordertosettletheearthwellaroundtheroots Ifthe sunishotabitleashfora fewweekswouldbeneficial.Pineboughscanbe laidovertheground.orpalmettoleavesstuckalongtherows.Thenurseryshouldbeworthoughlyworkedandkeepclearofweedsandgrassandthe soilfrequently stirredforthedepthoftwoinches. Jerry Tullis diary from sickness can self neglect and eat $200000or$ bonds etc.,most often by extreme economy honest dealing habits,buying his hand and living it had been ill for so but refused to emigrateofexpense.Hewasvenerginginhishabitationwretcheddirtyrinkina log hut on one dressing wretchedoftenafewfriendsmarked shortly caredd little what hecepthathehopewould enjoyspamintainsaccumulation AZETTE. NO. 26 A Good Movement. The Committee appointed at a meeting of citizens held last week in Los Angeles, have prepared the following address: To the Citizens of Southern California. WHEREAS, The material prosperity of a county depends mainly upon the united efforts of the inhabitants thereof in sustaining and patronizing home industries, by which means all their resources are developed, and the wealth, which is their true independence, is kept at home and distributed among the people: We therefore appeal to our citizens to awaken to a stern realization of the fact that year after year we are growing poorer and poorer; money is becoming scarcer and scarcer, business is paralyzed; the productive industries of our country are at a standstill and nearly all are distressed financially. Our farmers, merchants, laboring men and mechanics are idle, and in many instances their homes are destitute of the necessaries of life. And why? Because we have been and are still consuming productions sent to us from abroad, and have turned a cold shoulder and neglected our own home productive interests. The productiveness of our soil is our capital; then let us develop it, and by thus drawing on our own resources cease to be borrowers. Let us produce what we consume, and claim our right to supply the markets abroad with all the articles of consumption they have hitherto shipped to us, until we have paid our debts in full. The Leitrim Assassination. [From the Sacramento Record-Union.] Further particulars regarding the recent assassination of the Karl of Leitrim tend to justify the belief that the deed was in many respects different from those agrarian outrages which a few years ago entailed so much disgrace upon the agricultural population in many parts of Ireland. Lord Leitrim appears to have been a man peculiarly ill fitted for the responsible position he occupied. The possessor of vast landed estates, his relations with his tenants were, and long had been, of a nature to provoke against him the bitterest and most deep-rooted animosity. He is said never to have recognized the existence of any mutual obligations in regard to those matters. He managed his landed property with a disregard of the feelings, the rights, the common humanity, of his tenants, such as an Eastern despot alone might have been expected to exhibit. The principle upon which he acted was that the land was his own, and he could do what he liked with it; and he accordingly treated the men and women who rented from him with as little consideration as though they had been wild beasts. If the humor took him he would absolutely extirpate whole villages and townships, forcing the unhappy residents to abandon their homes and the places of their birth, sweep away the houses in which they had lived, and converting fields and pastures into parks and hunting grounds. He had done this, not once, but many times, and every one of the "Leitrim Clearances," as they were called was the cause of suffering and dis- The productiveness of our soil is our capital; then let us develop it, and by thus drawing on our own resources cease to borrowers. Let us produce what we consume, and claim our right to supply the markets abroad with all the articles of consumption they have hitherto shipped to us, until we have paid our debts in full. The better to carry out our determination in that regard we do hereby resolve ourselves into a league to be known as the "Home Protection League of Southern California" and do take upon ourselves the following pledge: We, the undersigned, hereby agree and pledge ourselves, to purchase and consume all articles produced or manufactured at home, in preference to those imported from abroad; to encourage the consumption of home productions; to aid in building up our manufacturing, producing and agricultural interests; to encourage the importation of coin and the exportation of our home products. B. L. Peel, Chairman. W. H. Moore, Sec'y. H. D. BARROWS, D. RIVARA. We, the Committee, recommend to this meeting that an organization be formed, to be called "The Home Protection League of Southern California." 2—That this League shall have a President, Vice-President, Secretary, and an Executive Committee of five, whose duties shall be the same as those of similar officers in other organizations and as hereinafter provided for. For the proper regulation of our League we recommend the adoption of the following rules: 1—The President shall be authorized to call a meeting at any time, and shall preside at each meeting. 2—The Secretary shall keep the books and papers of the League and the minutes of each meeting. The records shall be subject to the inspection of any member of the League. 3—No member shall be permitted to speak more than ten minutes on any one subject without permission of a majority of the members present. 4—That the organization shall confine itself entirely to the objects as set forth in the pledge and the address, and no other subject shall be discussed or considered at any meeting without the consent of a majority present and the League shall not become a political party, or take part in any of the county or State elections as such. It shall be the duty of the Executive Committee to make provisions to extend this organization throughout our county and to invite the co-operation of adjoining counties herein, and to make all provisions to further carry out the objects of this organization not otherwise provided for. We would further recommend that a call upon which he acted was that the land was his own, and he could do what he liked with it; and he accordingly treated the men and women who rented from him with as little consideration as though they had been wild beasts. If the humor took him he would absolutely extirpate whole villages and townships, forcing the unhappy residents to abandon their homes and the places of their birth, sweep away the houses in which they had lived, and converting fields and pastures into parks and hunting grounds. He had done this, not once, but many times, and every one of the "Leitrim Clearances," as they were called, was the cause of affering and distress beyond measure or reckoning. Thousands of industrious peasants and small farmers with their wives and children, had been evicted by the Earl, and what became of them after they left his land he neither knew nor cared. Many emigrated. Many more too poor to pay for their transportation to a distant land, became beggars and wanderers. Not a few fell and perished by the wayside. Nor had he the excuse of recusancy on the part of his tenants. On no one estate were the rents collected more punctually and rigidly. He would make no remissions, grant no postponements, listen to no appeals. Misery could not move him, eloquence could not soften him. No doubt as to the justice or humanity of his course seems ever to have obtruded upon that iron heart. He reproduced, in the Ireland of the Nineteenth Century, the cold blooded cruelty and utter disdain for the poor which characterized the feudal aristocracy of France prior to the Revolution. For a quarter of a century he made the Leitrim estates a hell upon earth to his tenantry. He was hated as perhaps no Irish landlord ever before was hated; and he was hated justly. The life of this man was a curse to those who were dependent upon him. The influence of his commanding wealth was wholly evil. He seemed to live for no better purpose than to trample upon the hearts of his fellows, and to prove to the world how hollow a mockery the cant of civilization can become, when an odious system places vast and irresponsible power in the hands of a tyrant and a brute. As the character and deeds of the Earl of Leitrim become better known, the opinion of mankind upon the doom that befel him will change. Assassination is undoubtedly a detestable and a revolting crime, but it is possible for men to put themselves outside the pale of law, and to become enemies of the human race, to destroy whom entails no moral guilt, whatever the legal aspect of the deed may be. The tenants of Lord Leitrim had borne with him for more than twenty-five years. During the whole of that time he had been accumulating evidences of his inhumanity around him. Every hamlet on his estate bore silent testimony to the remorseless cruelty of the owner. The legends of the countryside abounded with mournful and harrowing recitals of the misery, the agony, the suffering, caused by his brutal and sweeping evictions. Families had been broken up marriages had been prevented; friends and relations had been torn asunder; pledge and the address, and no other subject shall be discussed or considered at any meeting without the consent of a majority present and the League shall not become a political party, or take part in any of the county or State elections as such. It shall be the duty of the Executive Committee to make provisions to extend this organization throughout our county and to invite the co-operation of adjoining counties herein, and to make all provisions to further carry out the objects of this organization not otherwise provided for. We would further recommend that a call be made to the citizens of the county to organize Leagues in the various precincts and elect delegates to a general convention to be hereafter called by the Executive Committee. That said convention when convened shall proceed to effect a more permanent organization to further promote the objects of the League. Further, that the Executive Committee should forthwith take such steps as will disseminate the objects of this organization throughout the county by calling meetings of the citizens and inviting discussion as to the best means of effecting our objects, disseminating the Address of this League among all classes, and inviting their co-operation and assistance and inducing them to sign our pledge and unite with and become members of our organization. Jerry Tullis died recently in Cincinnati from sickness caused by lack of food, and by self neglect and exposure. Tullis was worth $2,000,000 or $3,000,000 in real estate, bonds, etc., most of which he had accumulated by extreme economy, and close but strictly honest dealing. He was very peculiar in his habits, buying his clothes only at second-hand and living at cheap restaurants. He had been ill for some time before his death, but refused to employ a physician on account of expense. He was a man of fair education, and had studied law in order to fit himself to attend his own business and save attorneys' fees. He was very eccentric and self-denying in his habitus; avoiding society, living in a wretched, dirty room, in an obscure alley, or in a leg hut on one of his numerous farms, dressing wretchedly, having the appearance of a third-rate tramp. He was unmarried and had few friends or relatives. He remarked, shortly before his death, that he cared little what became of his property, except that he hoped that those who got it would enjoy spending it as much as he had in its accumulation. moral guilt, whatever the legal aspect of the deed may be. The tenants of Lord Leitrim had borne with him for more than twenty-five years. During the whole of that time he had been accumulating evidences of his inhumanity around him. Every hamlet on his estate bore silent testimony to the remorseless cruelty of the owner. The legends of the countryside abounded with mournful and harrowing recitals of the misery, the agony, the suffering, caused by his brutal and sweeping evictions. Families had been broken up; marriages had been prevented; friends and relations had been torn asunder; all the sacred associations and ties that belong to the hearth and the home had been outraged, not once, but again and again, by this monster. Yet the people had borne it for five and twenty years. They had seen those they loved forced to seek in other lands the shelter denied them on their own soil. They had seen the widow and orphan ruthlessly thrust from their homes, to die, perhaps, of starvation. They had seen hoary age, blooming youth, sturdy maturity, alike made the victims of a despotism as soulless and crushing as it was void of humane intelligence; and they had suffered their persecutor to live. At length the time castle when his cup of iniquities was full. At last the point was reached when human endurance became impossible. The Earl was killed; but if, in the manner of his death, the law was outraged, all is said that the case demands. He deserved his death. He had deserved a thousand times. A Stage Tragedy. Providence, April 5.—A variety company from Mozart Garden, Brooklyn, has been playing this week in the Opera House at Pawtucket. One of the feats was the shooting of an apple from the head or hand of a performer. To-night M’lle Volante, a trapeza performer, held the apple on her head, and Mrs. Jennie Fowler, known on the stage as “Franklin,” was to shoot the apple. With uncommon recklessness she shooter stood with her back to the mark, taking aim by the reflection in the mirror. The rifle was discharged and M’lle Volante fell dead on the stage, shot through the forehead. Nothing can be learned of the victim, who has been on the public stage but five weeks. Mrs. Franklin was taken into custody by the police.