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EATING HOUSES. SOME O F W13W YORK'S NOTED RESTAURANTS. A Scottish Spread — \Plff Foot Georjre's\ Dlninjc Room—Steaks Broiled i n an Ancien t Stove— Boothblack' s Delight . WWWMS tfF WISDOM. In an article describing some of the noted New York restaurants Amos J. Cummings and Blakely Hall say: I A restaurant in John street has been kept for a quarter of a century by Cap- tain Farrifth, an old Scotchman. Its specialty is chops, steaks and sauces. The steaks and chops are of extraordinary thickness. Farrish has a contract with a Washington market dealer, under which he secures two choice chops from each sheep killed by a certain butcher. These chops are broiled to a nicety, and then served with immense roasted pota- toes, which. are scooped out and but- tered on a plate with the chop by a waiter. To add aest to the meal Farrish has pure barley wine, brewed by Bass, and served in pewter mugs. It is su- perior to the once-famous old Burton ale, aud is quaffed frequently by .the old- time jewelers and paint manufacturers in and around John street. A few ladies, once a week, join their husbands and lunch at Farrish's. For their delectation he soils a brand of fins old port wine at 40csntfe a glass The tumblers are so «mall that they hold not much more than s tnimblefuL The proprietor is said to be worth nearly a quarter of a million of dollars. Farrish, however, has bis rival in George Hopcraf t, of Franklin street, bet- ter known as <'Pig-Foot George.\ He keeps a colored cook almost as famous In his line as the old eastern shore col- ored woman who docs the codtting for the Carle'on club. Hopcraft ? s steaks and chops are on a par with any sold by the Scotchman. He serves with them the real East India chutnah sauce, but neither barley wine nor rare old port. The colored cook's great specialty is frie 3 pigs* feet They are simply delic'ous. Wholesale merchants and others, while on their way uptown in the evening, fre- quently drop into Hopcraft's, and carry away a do7.en of them for use at the family dinner table. Another spe- cialty here is roast ''possum,\ In the preparation of this deiicacy the black cook surpasses the b :st old plantation hand. He parboils the animal first, and then fills him with chestnuts. It is then roasted to a turn and set upon the table with a flavor so savory that it beats all the glories of a delicate sucking pig. Another remarkable restaurateur is old Miller, of Market street. Fifty years ago he picked up an aged stove that had done service for Major Andre in the Revolution. Miller's place stood near excellent fishing ground on the East River. He began to broil steaks in the stove for amateur fishermen. The march of improvement destroyed the fishing ground, but nothiug could destroy the fame of old Miller's steaks. He kept the antique stove, and it does duty to-day. Night after night swell parties of ladies and gentlemen gather around it on three- legged stools, and with napkins on their laps, eat the su culent steaks, with juice-dropping fiugers, and the meat is drawn from the bed of hickory coals. No man is thoroughly initiated into the mysteries of New York life until he has attended one of these beeksteak par- ties at Miller's. The proprietor does all the cooking himself, and has amassed a fortune while squatting in front of the old stove. While writing of quaint New York restaurants, Oliver Hitchcock's must not be forgotten. He keeps what is known as \The Bootblacks' Dellmonco's,\ where pork and beans are called \fried sleeve- buttons.\ Thirty-five years ago Oliver was a waiter boy for \Butter-Cake Dick,\ who kept a coffee and c.\ke saloon in Sptuce street, next to the old Tribune office. Greeley, McEirath, Dana, Bay- ard Taylor, Henry J. llaymond, James Watson Webb and James Brooks were among Dick^ patrons. Dick finally left the business and broke into the field of politics. His last political exploit was m the heyday of the Tweed ring, when he stole the tail iron fence that enclosed the City Hall park. He sold it for old iron, and got over $ 1,000 for it. The money, however, led him to the grave. *- I t set him on a spree that ended only 'in death. The boy Oliver bought out Dick's saloon, and transferred it to the cellar of Matthew Good- ergon's famous hostelry. Here he presided night awd day, keeping open at all hours, except between 8 o'clock A. M. and 9 o'clock F; M. on Sundays. No man ever attended to business so ear- nestly. He fairly coined money in the little basement, and saved every cent. Gradually he be an to make investments in real estate. His capital, was tripled and quadrupled year by year, until to- day he is estimated to be worth all the way from $500,000 to $750,000. Two years ago he removed his beanery to the basement of what was once known aa Lovejoy's hotel, opposite the ground formerly orcupied by the old World building. He now owns some of the fastest trotters on the road, (but he never attends horse-races, and has never been seduced into betting on $ his own horses. Despite his great -wealth, he visits his beanery every da/, and spends hours in slicing corned beef «and ladling ou plates of the Boston delicacy to his customers. He has taken his boys into partnership,, and, as they have inherited the old man's disposition, the whole family is growing rich. Success in life U often achieved b> making good use of adverse circum- stances. For drunkenness, drink cold water; for health, rise early; to be happy, be honest; to please all, mind your own business. The temptations of prosperity insinu- ate themselves after a gentle, but very powerful manner; so that we are little aware of them, and less able to with- stand them. He that does good to another man doe^ also good to himself; not only in the consequence, but in the very act of doing, it; for the consciousness of well doing is an ample reward. If the poor found the rich disposed to supply their wants, or if the weak might always find protection from the mighty, they could none of them lament their own condition. Satire is a sort of glass, wherein be- holders generally discover everybody's face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind of reception it meets in the world, and that so very few arc offended with it. Always say a kind word if you can, if only that it may come in, perhaps, with singular opportuneness, entering some mournful man's darkened room like a beautiful firefly, whose happy convolu- tions he cannot but watch, forgetting his many troubles. If you cannot be happy in one way, be in another; and this facility of disposi- tion wants but little aid from philosophy, for health and good humor are almost the whole affair. Many run about after felicity, like an absent-minded man hunting for his hat while it is in his hand or on his head. Drinking In Persia. The manufacture and sale of wine and liquor is carried on in Persia exclusively by Armenians, who almost invariably grow rich at it, says a correspondent of the Chicago News. Indeed, it is held here the best paying business—that oi selling drink. The Persians, brfng for the most part Shutes, are forbidden by the Koran to make or drink wine and spirits, and the small fraction of Sumistes in the North are just as strict in this respect. I say they are forbidden, which does not mean, however, thatthsy all obey. Quite the contrary; it is only the poor who do not infringe the injunc- tion laid upon them by the prophet. Among the well-to-do and powerful there are but few who do not openly or secretly violate this law. There are many Mos- lems, besides, who maintain that beer and spirits are not forb'dden them by the Koran, and in Turkey they call cham- pagne by the euphemism cider so as to get over the wine clause in the holy book. However, the mullahs and all those learned in the sacred law are nearly unanimous in interpreting the passage in question as including the afore- mentioned species of \booze.\ There are two passages in the Koran which are considered to settle this question pretty effectually. I had the curiosity to look them up in the Koran (which is al- ways printed in the original Arabic of 1,250 years ago, it being deemed sacrileg* to attempt a translation into a modern vulgar tongue) an&get a literal transla- tion. They read as follows: \They will ask thee concerning wine and games of chance. Answer: In both there it great sin, and also some things of use unto man, but their sinfulness is much greater than their use.\ This, you will remark, is not a direct prohibition. But the seeond passage is. It reals: \Oh believers! Surely wines and games oi chance and statues ana the divining arrows are all abominations of Satan's work! Avoid thero, that ye may prosper!\ You'll notice that this only speaks oi wine, although in Mohammed's time they had already the date brandy (which is consumed in large quantities to this pres- ent day in Arabia, Persia and Syria), but the aforesaid wise men of the East think that Mohammed had so much to Write and think of that he forgot to put in an amendment covering spirits. However that may be, certain it is that the wealth- ier Persians are ha rd d rinkers. A Use for Blue Bottle Flies. A gent'eman, making a call at the house of a friend, was astonished to find the rooms and passages in confusion; and, on inquiring the cause was an- swered: \Oh we are very much an- noyed here; a rat has come to finish his existence under the f oor of our large drawing room. We do do not know the exact place, but we cannot endure the stench any longer, so we have removed the furniture, rolled up the carpets and called in the carpenters, who are just beginning to take up the floor.\ \Now' don't be to hasty,\ said the vssitor, \you need not pull up more than one board. I will show you what I mean presently; and, meanwhile, shut down the'drawing-rcoai windows and close the doo:\\ He then stepped down into the gar- den, walked round to the horse stables, and after a few minutes absence came back to the drawing-room, he opened his hands and out flew two large, blue- bottle flies and buzzed around the room for a second or two. But presently one of them alighted on a certain plank of the floor, aud was almost immediately followed by the other. \Now then,\ said the visitor, \take up that board and I'll engage that the dead rat will be found beneath it.^- The carpenters applied their tools, raised the board, and at once found the cause of the unpleasant smell.— Sanita- rian. A Story of General Hancock. I heard not long ago from the lips of an old timer a story about Gen. Hancock which I have never seen in print, and which illustrates in a striking light the high character of that lamented gentle- man and soldier, writes a Los Angelos, (Cal.,) correspondent. In 1858, General, then Capt. Hancock, was stationed at San Pedro barrack. At that time tin ore had been discovered in the Temescal range (near the present town of River- side), and there was a big rush of pros- pectors and speculators to the new dis- trict. Among the prospectors was a dis- charged soldier of dissipated habits known as \Scotty who had been a member of Capt. Hancock's company Scotty was early on the ground, and se- cured a good location. In a short time he was approached by some San Fran- cisco speculators, who made a trade with him for his claim, agreeing to pay him therefor $2,000 or thereabouts. They offered him, drafts on San Francisco for the amount, which at first Scotty refused to accept, saying he wanted the coin, but finally said that if Capt. Hancock would say that the drafts were all right he would take them. Hancock had no interest whatever in the speculation but the San Francisco parties were friends ol his, and he told the soldier that the drafts would be paid. In a shoittime the drafts came back protested, owing to some financial hitch in the affairs of the San Francisco Company, and Scotty failed to get his money. When the Gen- eral learned this fact he sent for the soldier and paid him the whole amount out of his own pocket. Hancock was never reimbursed, but he had given his word to the poor soldier, and his word was his bond. The --gfcnry <tf Bir 'TttK 1 \He's a bully!\ \He's a coward!\ \He's got to hang!\ \That's his third man 1\ The one narrow street of the frontier town was flUed with a surging crowd of excited men. They were Indian fighters, scouts, gamblers, tramps, miners, specu- lators—everything and everybody. Every town has its bully—every fron- tier town. Big Jim was the bully .- Hill city. He could drink more, curse louder, shoot quicker and start a row sooner than any other man. When he shot Limber Joe it was a stand-off. It was rough against rough. Whoever went under the town would be the gainer. The death of his second victim brought him a certain respect, for he had given'the man a fair show. There was a limit to the number of men one might shoot in Hill City. It was three times and out. Big Jim had killed his third. Two hundred men—all excited—some half-crazed—all indignant—some terri- bly aroused, surged down the street to the Red Star Saloon bent on vengeance. Big Jim and the man he had' killed were alone in the place. \Bring him out?\ \He'sgot to hang!\ \Bring out the bully and coward!\ There was a rush, but it was checked. Men had knives and pistols in their hands, but the sight of Big Jim with a \navy in each hand cooled their ardor. A life for a life is no revenge. They lied when they called him a bully. Bullies strike and run or bluster and dare not strike. They lied when they called him a coward. Cowards do not remain to face death. Big Jim advanced a little. The crowd fell back. He stood in the door and sur- veyed the mob as cooly as another man might have looki'd up at the pine-covered crest of Carter's Peak. The mob grew quiet. There were 200 right hands clutching deadly weapons, but not a hand moved. Two hundred to one is appalling odds, but the one was master. Seeming to face every man of them— seeming to cover every breast with the bla:k muzzles of his revolvers—the man backed away up the road into the dark- ness, out of their sight and hearing. He said not a word. There wasn't a whisper from the crowd until he had disappeared. Then men drew long breaths of relief. A terrible menace had passed away. Out into the darkness—down the rough road—-over the rude bridge, and there Big Jim put up his revolvers, turned his face square to the West, and stepp d out without a look back at the camp. It was ten miles to Harney's Bend. Men driven from the one camp took refuge in the other. The half way land- mark was a bit of a valley skirted by a creek. Wayfarers who were journeying by team many times halted here. On this night there was a lone wagon. Uuder the canvas slept a mother and four children. Resting against a wheel was the husband and father, his eyes peerii.g into the darkness—his ears drinking in every sound. Big Jim had not reached the valley yet when the still night air was rent with war-whoops—the crack of rifles—the screams of a woman and her childien. Indians had discovered the lone and al- most defenseless family. There were five scalps to adorn their lodges. The bully and the coward had not been dis- covered. He could find a safe hiding- place. Did he? A half-dozen screaming, yelling fiends were dancing about the wagon—shoot- ing—striking—dodging—closing in on the white man who somehow escaped their blows and bullets, when there was a cheer and a rush, and the Navys began to crack. Sixty seconds later dead silence had fallen upon the valley. One—two—three dead Indians. The immigrant leaned against the wagon, faint with a wound in his head. The wife looked out with an awful tenor at her heart. Bullets had chipped and splintered wheel and body. \Who are you?\ asked the immigrant as a figure approached him from the dark- ness. -, \Big Jim.\ \You have saved us from a massacre.\ \Yes it was well that I happened along. Bouse up the fire, for there is no further danger.\ When the blaze caught the fresh f agota and lighted up the little valley the immi- grant counted the dead Indians again- one—two—three. He turned with ex- tended hand, but Big Jim had departed. Next day, when men from Hill's and Harney's found his dead body beside the rocks a mile away, with five wounds which had let his life-blood out, they whispered to each other: \We thought we knowed him, but we didn't.-\ -Detroit Free Press. MOUNT VERM r A. VISI T T O THE HOME OF GEN - ERAL WASHINGTON . NlLL &JESS|A. E. BARON j Th e Tombs o f Georg e and Martha Washington—A Tou r o f the Booms Onc e Inhabited by th e Firs t President . Wholesale & Retail Life Depends on the Liver. Youth—\I have come to ask for the hand of your daughter.'' Physician-^ \You have?\ Youth—\Yes sir. I have enough of this world's goods to support her in com- fort—even in luxury.\ Physician—-''Yes, I am aware, of that, but will you treat her kindly? Will you be a gentle husband?\ Youth—\I swear.\ Physician—\Oh never mind swear- ing. Your intentions are all right, no doubt, but I must be sure that you won't worry and fret the life out of her after you get her. Take off your coat and let me sound you to see what kind of a liver you've got.\— Boston Courier, In the City of Brussels telephones are applied to a novel use. The central bureau has a \night office,\ where a spe- cial clerk attends to the business of wak- ing early risers. Persons calling up that clerk or his substitute after 8 p.'Mi are booked for any desired time of the next morning, and at the appointed hour have to acknowledge the receipt of the reveille call before the alarmist ceases to repeat his s amnions. Fighting on n Fast train . Western newspapers tell of a fight oh the Sunset Railway, recently, before day- light. The train was a fast one, and the road rough. In the smoking car were two blanketed Mexicans, who, beyond getting up a few times to light ciga- rettes, did not move. Just before day- light the train pulled up at the little way side station of Cline, twenty miles west of Uvalve, Texas. The train stopped just a minute, but loDg enough to allow Deputy Sheriffs Baylor and Nimmo to spring aboard. As their feet touched the top steps they threw open the door, and, aiming a couple of revolv- ers at the Mexicans, ordered them to throw up their hands. There was only a single lamp swinging in the car. The sleepy passengers heard the curt demand, and looking forward in the dim light saw the shrouded forms spring hastily \up; the blankets fell from their should- ers^ and the Ball Ix'gan. There was an incessant explosion that in the crumped and confined space of the coach sounded terrific. The officers stood with their hacks to the door and worked their revolvers for life. The desperadoes—one standing full in the middle of the aisle, the other with one hand resting carelessly on the back of a seat and swearing shrilly in Spanish- were enveloped in the smoke of their Own revolvers. Amid the ripping of plush and tinkle of shivering glass, the scream- ing ar.d cowering men saw the tall form iu the aisle plunge backward to the floor a dead man. The other desperado, wounded, one hand pressing his side, the other holding his empty revolver over his head, with a yell burst\ by the officers through the door and leaped to the ground. Day had broken, and the slow- ing traiu came'-'to a stop. • One of the officers spraug after thep^eeing, stagger- ing figure, and callecfon it to halt! 0 If turned and snapped the empty weapon at its pursuer. Then it went down with a bullet in the breast. The officers took an inventory of them- selves. Though bleeding slightly in several places, they were unhurt, but their clothes hung in tatters. Baylor, who stood nearest the Mexicans, had his clothes literally ribboned; his hands and the side of his neck were powder burned, Nimmo had not suffered so severely. The Mexicans were horse thieves, for whom the officers had warrants. The swash of two big paddle-wheels, a mutitude of people upon deck chairs; a sun-lit brown river; and the wide- mouthed .cannon, peaceful sward, and white soldiers' quarters of the United States Arsenal slipping past. It is the daily pilgrimage of the W. W. Corcoran down sixteen miles of the broad Potomac to Mount Vernon, the shrine of American liberty, the Mecca of the democracy. After puffing sleepily along some half a dozen miles, the W. W. Corcoran ef- fects a landing at the time-forgotten old wharves of Alexandria. The landing appears to be purposeless. Nobody em- barks, nobody disembarks. During the irresolute, three minutes pause the steamer makes, we note that Alexandria is given over to moss and inanition, There is not so much as a cloud of dust on the wide road that used to debouch such lusty commerce upon the river when the city rivaled Baltimore and put forward no mean pretensions to be the seat of the Federal Government. Wash- ington cast his first vote here in 1754, and his last forty-five years later. As we leave Alexandria the ubiquitous photo- grapher, who is also a statistician, in- forms us that \she has increased forty- seven in ten years, mostly niggers at that.\ Past Fort Foote,the town's dismantled defence; past a shad-boat with a crew pulling like a man-of-war's; past gray old Fort Washington, blown up and abandoned by our men in 1814, when the British sailed up the river in red-coated defiance and captured Alexandria; and we are four miles from Mount Vernon. From this point one gets a lovely glimpse of Washington, twelve miles away, the twisting river between, the great dome of the Capitol swelling superbly above the city, the pure shaft of the Monument striking the faint sky with a sublime au- dacity that gains by distance. Our rear- ward contemplation is so ecstatic that an unpretending white country-house on the Virginia shore slips by unnoticed, until flhe tolling of the steamer's bell and the hoisting of her flag announce Mount Ver- non. The tombs of ' 'General George Wash- ington\ and \Martha consort of Wash- ington,\ need no description. From the guide's remarks, however, I select the facts that both bodies are above ground; that the bodies of thirty relatives of Washington's family and his wife's re- pose in the inner vault, of which the key is cast into the Potomac; and that since the th^ft of one of the eagle's talons on the coat of arms which surmounts the tomb of the first President a double iron guard has been placed upon the entrance to the vault. Washington's body rested in the original family vault until 1881, when an attempted desecration induced a tardy fulfillment of his wishes as to his final burial. Just outside the present vault stand four plain white marble mon- uments to Bushrod Washington, the nephew and heir of the General, John Augustine, his son, Eleanor Parke Lewis, the daughter of Mrs. Washington, and Mrs. M. £ . A. Conrad, her daughter. Then we troop to the house, and travel in droves from room to room, ever mar- shaled by the oratorical guide. To say that the \Mansion-house\ is an irregular pillared wooden structure, painted to ' imitate white marble, ninety-six feet '. long and thirty deep, is to convey its ap- pearance as correctly and inadequately as possible. It is a rambling old structure, many-roomed and many-windowed. The wide cast piazza is paved with flags brought from the Isle of Wight, and commands a magnificent view of the river. The family and state kitchens are conneted with the house by curved colonnades, but the servants' quarters are detached. Each room is the charge of the vice-regent of a State, the name of which is lettered above the door, like the patron association of a ward in a public charity. Some few original articles re- main in the house, but the furniture, which is complete, is mainly a reproduc- tion as nearly as possible of the pieces that were probably used by the family. In most cases the taste shown in this matter is excellent, and the bed-hang- i°gV prints, candlesticks, and time- pieces are quite in the spirit of a century ago. A melancholy exception must be made to the this in the case of Georgia, however, whose vice-regent has garnished Lady Washington's sitting-room with a crimson Brussels carpet and plush- trimmed furniture of unmistakable 1 mod- ernness. In the main hall hangs a glass case containing the great ponderous rusty key of the Bastile, presented to Washington by Lafayette when the prison was de- stroyedin 1789. In the banquet hall is a model of the Bastile cut from one of its granite stones, also the gift oi Wash- ington's gallant aide. The liquor case Lord Fairfax gave Washington is here too, and a genuine Mayflower chair, and Kembrandt Peale's famous pictuie of the General *rebuking a ^subordipate. In- Nelly Custis's music room the harpsi- chord her step-father gave her on her wedding-day still remains, and Wash- ington's flute rests upon its antiquated cover. Upstairs the orator lingers long- est and the crowd gathers thickest about the door of the room the Father of his Country died in. Almost eVerything here is as it was on that day. TBe square four-poster, the queer little oval medicine stand, the secretaryj^he mutilated chairs, the fire-irons with the blackened coat of arms behind the hearth, even the cracked shaving-glass, snuff and match-boxes, stand as they stood then.— Hai-pvr's Weekly. ___^______ And Then He Went Away. DEALERS IN BREAD, CIGARS. TOBACCO, CRACKERS, ICE CREAM, CONFECTIONERY, BAKERS' SUPPLIES. MODEL BAKERY Confectionery ts capable of supplying ail orders, large c email, on short notice. -AS USUAL Old Reliable Firm continues its store at Ko.'s 9 Court Street and lo Arsenal Streets, where all old aud new customer can be pleas- antly entertained. Leading Hatters! To the Front! GROCERIES. This department is replete with goods selected with especial reference to quality and purity. The assortment of shelf and canned goods is uusurpassed. HEAT MARKET . The market is supplied with choicest cuts of home and western meats, poultry, fish, etc. Mr. Oscar House is serving customers in this department and will be pleased to see his friends. CHIN A TBI STORE. Call and see the elegant display of prizes given with purchases of Tea, Coffee and Baking Powder. They arc useful and ornamental, and it costs no more to have them than to go without. BOOTS AND SHOES. Having closed out our former stock of boots and shoes, we are daily receiv- ing invoices of the latfest styles in great variety which are going at prices lower than ever. WOO D YARD . Located corner of Massey and Court streets, now supplied with hard and soft wood, slab wood, etc. Delivery free. Also Fairbanks scales. A. E. BARON, 122,124 & 126 Court Street. Near Iron Bridge. SCOTT BROS., 3 Court Street, Watertown. All Leading Styles, Superior Quality, Lowest Prices. BP~Hats made to order on short notice. NOBBY HATS cheap for this season's trade. A poll tax of $50 a head is imposed on all Cajnamen entering South Australia. A cool piazza Somehow has a Magical effect at night; Soft the skies are— Lover's sighs are Sweet and sentimental quite. Winds are rippling, And a stripphng Sits beside a dainty dear; Could the dark air But a spark bear Of his passion, 'twould look queer. in.- Sure no harm is When his arm is Round about her slender waist, And a bliss is In. his kisses. Harmonizing with her taste. IV. But vexation, Consternation Follows when a voice has said: \Here my daughter, You had oughter Come inside and go to bed!\ -Tid-Bit*. A. P. BALTZ will he found at his old stand in the Crowner House Block, ready to supply city people with the finest BUTTER, i jars, tubs or pound, DAIRY CHEESE and all kinds of; Farm Produce. The old stand maintains its reputation as being the Cheapest Grocery and Provision Store iu the city for the business man, the farmer, the mechanic and the laboring men. Pure Drugs -- -AND- Patent Medicines, Toilet & Fancy Articles. TRUSSES, Supporters & Shoulder Braces, PAINTS , OIL.S, VARNISHES , WINDOW GLASS, Pl'TTy, Klc. Pure Wines and Liquors. Give us, a call. >Ve guarantee satisfaction. Mothersell & Holden,. Woodruff House Drug Store. Orowner House, WILDER BROTHERS, Proprietors, Watertown, N. Y. Centrally and conveniently located with especial accommodations for Stock Purchasers and Horse Dealers. CITY HOME OF COUNTRY PEOPLE Jurors and Witnesses attending Courts will find it most convenient, and greatly to their merest to stop at this house, Trunks! Trunks! Satchels and Travelling flags -IN- ALL SIZES, STYLES & PRICES, C. W. AUSTIN & CO'S, 5 Court an d 6 Arsen a HORS E FURNISHING GOODS, BIDING SADDIiBa; LAP ROBES, DUSTEBS, PLY NETS, SHEETS , &c. HARNESSES of all styles made to order OB short notice. Remember the Place, * Court A O Arsenal Street., Watertown. nflV'T ADV OTe r spilled ink. Remove with liUII I 0 H I GRAY r S INK ERASER. mm 'selling our preparations. Address Chemical MTgCo., Wjttertgwtfr N.Y. W. W. CONDE has become noted as the leading Hardware Merchant in Watertown, because he keeps the most Complete Assortment of goods in his line, He cheerfully meets Syracuse competition aad can sell to Country Merchants cheaper than they can buy elsewhere. COINTDE'S is the place for bargain* In HARDWARE, MECHANIC'S TOOLS. CUTLERY, and everything to be found in a first-clam Hardware Store, F. S. HUBBARD, CIVIL ENGINEER AND SURVEYOR, No. 8 Arcade-St., - Watertown. FARM FOR SALE. One of the finest dairy farms in Jefferson County is offered for sale at a bargain. There are 319 acres of land, well watered, various fruit trees, a sugar orchard, fifty head of cattle, horses and sheep. AJ1 the improved agricultural implements and fine buildings. Everything is in first-class condition. The owner wishes to sell for the purpose of retiring: The farm can be bought With o r Without th e Stock . Only enough cash down to secure a sale desired. FARMER, HERALD Office. 15 15 15 15 YEARS IN WATERTOWN. B. B. B. BHIGHT. BRILLIANT. BEAUTIFUL. AVERIL PAINT. It giver the best satisfaction of any paint in 8e, It contains no lead or other substances to separate from the oil. It wears ttfice as long as any other paint. Its colors are brighter, clearer, aad * i more permanent. Lead, Wall Paper, Window Shades, vu. Decorations, Dyestuff, Kalsomine, Wines, Alabastine, Liquors, &c.,&c, &c. Best of everything in our line to be found at the DRUG STORE, - East Side Public Square, Watertown. J\. -W. ICTOTT. J. M. FAIRBANKS, CIVIL ENGINEER AND SURVEYOR, 6 1-2 Washington Place, Watertown, N. Y. MEYEB,K0SS&Ca, Carthage, N. Y. Wholesale and Retail Dealers is FURNITURE, Offer such inducements to Cash Buyers thar peo- ple can mere than save their expenses in coming forty miles on a $50 purchase. A COMPLETE STOCK .- Always on hand of their own .manufacture. ,N. DILLENBACK & SON, ARCHITECTS. 30 & 31 Paddock Arcade, Watertown, N. Y.' JOHN A. BELL, Veterioary Surgeon, Graduate of Ontario Ve*» erinary College. , STATE VETERINARIAN. Office 54 1-8 Court street, opposite Kirfcp House. Calls by letter or telegram will receive- prompt attention. Night ealis ISO Main street. ANDREW WELD0N, FLOUR, FEED, BALED HAY & STRAW. All kinds of Roller Flour kept on htisid. Baron Block 12 8 Court Street* FRANK L. BIKER, Genl Insurance AgV REPRESENTING 12 OF THE OLDES T AN D LARGES T <, INSURANC E COMPANIE S DOIXG BUSINESS IN THE STATE. OFFICE No. 3 ARCADE. STEVENS & SIMONS, No. 60 Court Street, Watertown. Wholesale and retail dealers in all the choicest brands of Flour, Feed, Oil Meal, Chicken Feed, Etc BP*Prices low and goods the best. A Word to People. Paddock & Hermes have just received a complete line of Paints,Oils and Colors,, and are ready to give the very lowest market price. Also a complete line of IDrxagrs, Medicines, Fancy Soaps AND TOILET ARTICLES. Prescriptions a Specialty. Give us a call and sare money. No. 6 Washington St.
