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VOL. HL
She Came From the Clover.
ghe was brought to the city as flowers are
brought—
You will find not a fairer one all the world
over—
But none of the city's hard features she’s
caught,
You can tell by her face she was born ‘mid
the clover.
Her voice is as pure as the bluebird’s low
note
In the morns when the rigor of April’
abating,
And her laugh has the thrill that you hear
from the throat
Os the bobolink, joying in Slay and the
mating.
Her teeth are as white as the liquor which
flows
When milkweed is wounded; her lips have
the redness
Os the prickly-ash berry of scarlet which
glows
Full of life, though about it be autumn’s
gray deadness.
And her breath is as sweet as the liverwort's
scent
That is borne with delight by the wooing
March zephyr,
And her eyes have the softness and pleading
ness blent
In the big, melting eyes of the innocent
heifer.
Her warm, fluffy hair has a touch of the
gold
In the silk of the corn when it’s near to
the reaping;
Its meshes the gleam of the summer enfold—
For it would not depart—in their perma
nent keeping.
Her thin little ears share the hue of the
pink—
The wild pink that grows by the creek’s
shallow waters —
And her cheeks all the blush of the rose by
the brink
Os the same little stream—Nature humors
her daughters.
She is fair in the drawing-room. O, she is
fair!
But she's strayed from her home, has the
beautiful rover,
And she’s brought a reflection of all that is
there;
.. You can tell by her face she was born
’mid the clover.
—[Stan’ey Waterloo.
All’s Well That Ends Well.
Mr. Perry was an old bachelor and
Miss Briggs was an old mail. He lived
in the brick house on the hill, and she
in the cottage opposite, and they were
mortal enemies. Hr despised her be
cause she kept two cats and a canary,
and she loathed him for his affection
for a huge mastiff and an old knock
kneed horse.
“Why on earth the man don’t try to
get a decent horse is more than I can
imagine!'’ she would say, as he plodded
up to the door. “I believe he
is too mean and miserly to buy one.”
Miss Briggs would have hardly felt
pleased had she known that Mr. Perry
rode back and forward on this worn-out
piece of horseflesh for the purpose of
annoying her.
They never spoke, but yet the
managed to keep up a perfect warfare,
by disagreeable manners and rathful
glance?.
She sat hour after hour beneath the
canary bird in the window, with her cat
perched upon the sill and her knitting
in her hand, throwing glances of scorn
to the opposite side, where he, with
cigar and newspaper, received and paid
them back with interest.
His detestable dog came over and ran
through her garden, destroying all he
beantilul tulips and hyacinths, and she
gavrf him a hot bath which sent him
howling to his master, and when said
master remonstrated, sent word that she
would treat him worse next time.
Her little red cow broke through
his enclosure and devoured his turnips
and cabbages, and he led her home and
informed Miss Briggs that a second of
fence would give her a comfortable
pasture in the pound.
For two years they lived and fought,
and no one could bring abost peace be
tween them. It was a pity, the neigh
bors all said, for Miss Briggs was a dear
little soul, and there was not a finer
man in the country than Mr. Perry.
“Julia, my love," said Mrs. .Perkins
one afternoon, as she entered the cozy
parlor, “I am going to have a party,
SAVANNAH. GA., SATURDAY. JULY 7, 1888.
and I want you to come down in the
afternoon to tea and remain during the
evening. Every one will be there.”
“Will the old bach over the way be
there?”
“Mr. Perry? Ob, yes! We could
not get along without him.”
“Then that settles the matter. I
sha’n’t go.”
“Now, Julia, don’t be so foolish! If
you remain at home he will think that
you are afraid of him.”
Miss Briggs thought the matter over.
Well, it would look a little like that,
and she would not have him think so
for the worli —the conceited wretch!
Mrs. Perkins went home, and it was
arranged that Miss Briggs was to spend
the afternoon and remain for the party.
She was a pretty little woman, and it
was always a puzzle to every one why
she never married. She had a round
rosy face, clear brown eyes, and beauti
ful hair, and if she was 30 there was
not a smarter woman in town.
She stood before the looking-glass
in the chamber, and fastened her lace
collar over the neck of her dress with a
plain gold brooch, and began to think
that she looked very we 11. There was
a bright healthy flush upon her cheek,
and her eyes were full of life and beau
ty.
She walked into Mrs. Perkins’ sit
ting room and found her awaiting her
with a smiling face. She thought that
she must be in a very good humor, but
said nothing, allowing the good
lady to smile as long and pleasantly as
she wished.
She understood it all when supper
time came and Mr. Perkins entered,
followed by Mr. Perry. This was a
well-laid plan to make the two become
friends.
Miss Briggs bit her lips and inwardly
vowed that nothing should tempt her
to “give that man” her hand in friend
ship. She hated him and always
would.
He was placed directly opposite at
the table, and many times forced to
pass the biscuits or preserves, and Miss
Briggs accepted them, although she de
clared to Mrs. Perkins after supper that
they nearly* choked her.
Before evening they were both per
suaded to overlook the horse and cow
difficulty and be civil, and Miss Briggs
was Lightened when she found her
self talking to him with easy and pleas
ant familiarity.
The party was a success, and although
the sports were generally monopolized
by the younger portion, they found
room for the old maid and her enemy,
and several times they found them
selves doing most riliculous things in
the way of paying forfeits.
At the end of the evening Miss
Briggs was at the door ready to depart,
when he called:
“Miss Briggs, lam going right up
your way. Will you ride?' 1
Would she ride behind that old horse,
and beside that detestable man? She
was wondering whether she would or
not, when Mrs. Perkins came and tri
umphantly led her out and packed her
into the carriage.
It was as dark as pitch, and they had
to let the horse go his own way and
find it the best he could. He did so
very well until they reached the cot
tage, and then he was bewildered.
Mr. Perry spoke, jerked the reins,
but to no purpose. Ha then took out
the whip. Whether his natural dislike
to that article or the memory of the in
dignities he had suffered from the hands
of the owner of the cottage overcame
him, it is hard to decide, but at all
events ho kicked up his heels, ran a
few yards and felt, overturning the
buggy and its precious contents.
Miss Briggs was up in a moment, un
harmed, but Mr. Perry was silent as the
grave. She ran sb' uting through the
darxness until Mr. Perry’s “help” came
with a lantern to her assistance.
They found the poor man half dead
beneath the carriage, and while Dm
was at work, Miss Briggs ran home for
her own servant After much hard
labor they succeeded in extricating him
from the wreck, but he was senseless,
and they bore him homo and sent for
the doctor. Upon examination they
found his leg to be broken, and thus
Miss .Briggs’ enemy was at her mercy.
The days and weeks that followed
were dreadful ones to the sufferer, but
Miss Briggs never left him. Day and
night she stood beside him, and her
plump hands administered to every
want.
He forgot the cow and his turnips.
He forgot the cats and the canary. Ho
only saw a little patient woman, with a
pretty face, trim figure, and tender
hands—and would you believe it—fell
in love with her.
How could he help it? She had sat
by him through the dreary days of pain,
sho had brought him her preserves, and
nice invigorating cordials. She had, in
all probability, saved his life.
What could he do? Nothing but fall
in love.
“Miss Briggs!’’ he said one day when
he was able to sit up.
“Well, Mr. Perry?”
“You have been very good to me, and
I feel as though I owe you a great
deal.”
“There! now stop just wheroyouare.
You owe mo nothing.”
“But would you mind if I trespassed
a little further on your good nature? ’
“Not at all.”
“Well, Miss Briggs, will you take mo
in charge for the rest of my life?”
“What?”
“Will you marry me? There! 1 ’
Miss Briggs blushed, and her answer
came thus:
“I will marry you.”
There was a wedding in the church a
few weeks later, and Mrs. Perkins pre
pared the wedding supper.
Mr. and Mrs. Perry live in the brick
house, and the cottage is rented to a
young man and his wife, to whom Mrs.
Perry bequeathed her cats and the
canary.
The mastiff and the knock-kneed old
horse are with their forefathers.—[Bal
lou’s Monthly.
How Ink Is Made.
Ink is variously composed, according
to the purposes to which it is to be ap
plied. Common writing ink is the pcr
tannate of iron, mixed with a little gal
late, held in suspension in water by
means of gum or some other adhering
substance. The gum also preserves the
ink from being too fluid and also serves
to protect the vegetable matter from de
composition.
Blue ink has of late years been much
in demand. The coloring matter is
said to be sulphate of indigo and tinct
ure of iron, or, according to another
recipe, Prussian blue dissolved in water
by means of oxalic acid. Red ink is
usually made by boiling in the propor
tion of two ounces of Brazil wood in a
pint of water for about a quarter of an
hour, and adding a little gum and
water. This ink is not in demand now,
carmine having superceded it; this
color is attained by a solution of car
mine and ammonia, also ad ling gurn.
The great merit of our common writing
ink is in the freedom with which it flows
from the pen, allowing of rapid
writing, and the manner in which it
bites into the paper, so as not to be re
moved by sponging. The great defect
is in the want of durability. Such inks
partake of the nature of dyes. The
writing ink of the ancients, on the con
trary, is characterized by great per
manency; its basis was finely divided
charcoal, mixed with some mucilagin
ous or adhesive fluid. Indian ink is of
this character; it is formed of lampblack
and animal glue, with the additions of
perfumes, not necessary, however, to
its use as an ink, and is made up into
cakes. It is used in China with a
brush, both for writing and printing
upon Chinese paper, and it is used in
this country for making drawings in
black and white, the different depths
of shade bring produced by varying
the dilution with water.
“Writing ink,” said a prominent
manufacturer, to a New York Mail and
Express reporter, “is now made in large
quantities in New York, and whereas in
the past we used to import largely, we
now export to almost every country.”
Some of the Ingredients of Snuff.
In the manufacture of snuff in this
country the finest Virginia leaf tobacco
is used, which is considerably modified
by carrying the fermentation much fur
ther than in tobacco intended for smok
ing, and is simply ground and sifted.
“In our factory,” said a Now York
dealer to a Mail and Express reporter,
“we have about sixty mills, resembling
largo c ;ffec mills. The ground tobacco
falls upon an endless band of broad
canvas, which conveys it to four sets of
mechanical sieve?. The snuff which
passes through is received upon an end
less traveling band, which carries it
thence into a close chest. The parti
cles which are too coarse to pass
through th) sieve are roground. The
immense varieties of snuffs are formed
by mixing together and grinding to
baccos of different growths, and by va
rying the nature of the same.
“For the snuff known as Nenroco,
forty parts of genuine St. Omer, South
American, tobacco, forty parts of
Georgia and twenty parts of fermented
Virginian stalks in powder are used.
The whole is ground and silted. Then
two and one-half pounds of rose leaves
are cut and mixed with powdered Vir
ginian stalks, and two and one-half
pounds of rosewood in fine powder,
moistened with salt water, are added.
It is then worked up with one pound of
cream of tartar and two pounds of salt
of tartar and four pounds of table salt.
This snuff, which is highly scented,
must be preserved in lead, and brings
$4 per pound. The other brands of
snuff manufactured hero are Bolongaro.
large-grained Paris and Scotch snuff,
ranging in price from $3 to $lO per
pound.”
Horsemanship hi Persia,
It is strange that, although the
Persians are all horsoinon, they do not
know how to ride, using the term in our
sense. They will canter or gallop all
day long without visible discomfort,
but th y will sit on their animals like
monkeys, with their knees drawn up
and with their reins clutched tight, and
will fall off on the slightest provocation.
When babies of three, they are already
in the sad He, and they are in it all
their lives; but they nev r receive any
instruction, never know what a good,
steady trot is, and never learn to keep
firm on their horse’s back. And like
them, the Persian horses never receive
any training. The gait they are easiest
to ride—the gallop—is their natural
one; and they will only quit that for a
brief spell in order to rest a little. You
can not get a trot out of a Persian horse
unless you devote years and years of pa
tient training to it. Thon, again, they
are all hard-mouthed, and most of thnn
shy at any unusual object or noise.
For all that, they have a good deal of
native intelligence, and they am kind
and ass ctionate. Kickers and biters
arc very rare amongst them. While in
Arabia and Turkey mares arc universally
ridden, in Persia it is the stallions alone
that serve this purpose. Geldings are
unknown,-—[Cosmopolitan.
Miles of Burning Lava.
The most disastrous of all the erup
tions wnich hive taken place in Le
land during the human period, oc
curred in June, 1783, at bkuptar. 'l'llo
lava in some p aces was 000 feet, deep
and 200 feet wid *, which flowed like a
great river towaid the sea. One stream
actually r ache 1 tho ocean. It was in
full activity for ten weeks, and contin
ued gradually diminishing for six
months mote. Tire lava was over two
years in cooling. One of the lava
streams was silty miles long, twelve to
fifteen miles wide and 600 feet deep.
Most of the country for 100 miles from
the crater in every direction was cover
ed by leva, pumice, sand or aslns. Tho
ejected matter is estimated to have been
greater than the entire bulk of Mont
Blanc.—[Globe- Democrat.
Not Select Enough.
Visitor (to convict)—-Your fate is a
hard one, my friend; but you have
plenty of company in your misery.
Convict—Yes, nr; but tho company
is u little n^ixed.—[Life.
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PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Humble usefulness is better than
learned idleness.
Action without reason is like a setting
hen without eggs.
Ten cent's worth of do is worth many
dollars of promise.
Chiefly the mould of a man’s fortune
is in his own hands.
Men may bond to virtue but virtue
cannot bend to men.
It is better to scratch for a living
than to itch for fame.
Who is the greatest liar? Ho who
ipciks most of himself.
There’s many a good bit o’ work
done with a sad heart.
A wise man will bo more anxious to
deserve a fair name than to possess it.
Learn to think and act for yourself.
B j vigilant. Keep ahead of rather than
behind tho time.
Over-anxiously to feel and think what
one could have done ii the very worst
thing one can do.
Despair and postponement are cow
ardice and defeat. Men are born to
succeed, not to fail.
It is not ho much the dew of heaven
ns the sweat of man's brow, which rend
ers tho soil fruitful.
Fun with the Camera.
“Amateur photography,” said a
prominent New York dealer to a Mail
and Express reporter, “is a very fash
ionable ns well as useful pastime among
many young ladies and gentlemen, and
is fast growing in favor.” While a largo
number purchase an apparatus to take
to tho country with them, still many
more are sold in this city and used in
town. A complete outfit, cornpri-ing a
camera, one dozen dry plates and a
focuising cloth, erm be procured for $27,
As soon as tho dry plates are med up
they cun bo rep'need nt an outlay of
from 45 cents to $f.C5 a dozen, the
price depending a'together upon the
sizes required, which run nil the way
from 3 1-4 inches to 8 1-2 i ches square,
with intermediate sizis.
“The silver paper which is generally
u«ed in transferring has now been re
placed by a cheaper blue paper, which
imparts a tint of that hue instead of the
white one u unlly given in ordinary
photograph'. Cameras range in price
from $lO up to SOS. Wh n a beginner
has a desire to learn he it u tnlly very
timid . bout expen li ig rr.uch money for
n camera, arguing that if it proves un
interesting not inn h ii los’t, but once
the art is attempte I, tho tmateur pho
tographer casts ttsido tho first camera
and purchases a larger size.
“Amateur photographers can now
compete, and succesdully, too, with a
subject in tho dark, as a pow I er, called
magnesium, when placid on an iron
pan and lighted, emits an effulgent
glare sufficient for tho young artist to
secure a good picture. This powder is
sold lor 75 cents p.r box of eight
ounces.
“A largo number of young ladies
who arc th- hap .y p >«s»ssor.3 of ama
teur ou‘fits occasio .ally hold what is
termed ‘photo parties’ at the house of a
mutual friend, r on? bringing
along a cement and t full outfit, and
the eveiling tat b? picusautly, as
well ns profitably, m taai ig pictures of
all tic mem! ers of the household in
which the jiaity is held. A new feature in
amateur photography is the transferring
of pictures from the camera to a lamp
shade, a vase or any other such orna
ment.
I'uiihhiiig u Boy.
“Bobby,” said his mother sternly,
“you go into the back yard and stay
there. 11l teach y uto oncn tho front
gate without permission.”
Bobby went into the back yard and
was so quiet and good that at the end
of an hour his nioth r relented «nd told
him that ho could play on tha sidewalk
a little while if he wouldn't go into the
street
“Ms,” he said, can’t I play In the
back yard a little while longer!”—- [New Jkj
York Bun. -
NO. 38.