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Poetical Selections.
A MICROSCOPIC SERENADE.
O come, my love, and seek with me
A realm by grosser eye unseen,
W here fairy forms will welcome thee,
And dainty creatures hail thee queen.
In silent pools the tube I’ll ply,
Where green conferva-threads iie curled,
And proudly bring to thy bright eye
The trophies of the protist world.
We’ll rouse the steutor from his lair,
And gaze into the cyelops’ eye;
In chara and nitella hair
The protoplasmic stream descry
Forever weaving to and fro
With faint molecular melody;
And curious rotifers I’ll show,
And graceful vorticellid®.
Where melicert® ply their craft
We’ll watch the playful water-bear,
And no envenomed hydra’s shaft
Shall mar our peaceful pleasure there;
But while we whisper love’s sweet tale
We’ll trace, with sympathetic art,
Within the embryonic snail
The growing rudixnental heart.
Where rolls the volvox sphere of green,
And plastids move in Brownian dance—
If, wandering ’mid that gentle scene,
Two fond amoebae shall perchance
Be changed to one beneath our sight
By process of hiocrasis,
We’ll recognize, with rare delight,
A type of our prospective miss.
O dearer thou by far to me
In thy sweet maidenly estate
Than any seventy-fifth could be,
Of aperture however great!
Come, go with me, and we will stray
Through realm by grosser eye unseen,
Where protophytes shall homage pay,
And protozoa hail thee queen.
—Jacob F. Henrici, in Scrilmer's “ Bric*a-Brac?
Stories and Sketches.
Watching the Blood Circulate.
[Nineteenth Century.]
An ingenious method has-just been de
mised for actually observing the circula
tion of the blood in man. Hitherto, ex
cept in the case of Purkinje’s experi
ment, in which an observer can see the
circulation in Jthe human circula
tion in his own retinal blood vessels,
the evidence of circulation in the
human subject has been entirely cir
cumstantial, derived from the facts of
structure of circulatory organs, and from
the manner in which the blood flows
from severed arteries and veins.. But by
means of a simple arrangement, invented
by Dr. C. Huter, of Griefswald, it is now
possible to witness the actual flow of
blood in the blood-vessel of another
person, and that with sufficient accuracy
to detect any abnormality in the circula
tion, and so to obtain invaluable assist
ance in the diagnosis of disease.
In Dr. Huter's arrangement the pa
tient’s head is fixed in a frame something
like that used by photographers, on
which is a contrivance for supporting a
microscope and lamp. The lower lip ia
drawn out and fixed, by means of clips,
on the stage of the microscope, witn its
inner surface upward; a strong light is
thrown on this surface by a condenser,
and the microscope, provided with a low
power objective, is brought to bear upon
the delicate network of vessels, which
can be seen in the position indicated,
even with the naked eye.
The appearance presented is, at first,
as if the vessels were filled with red in
jection. But by focusing a small super
ficial vessel, the observer is soon able to
distinguish the movement of the blood
stream, rendered evident by the speck
like red corpuscles, the flow of which, in
the cork-screw-like capillaries, is said by
Huter to be especially beautiful. The
colorless corpuscles are distinguishable
as minute white specks, occurring now
and again in the course of the red stream.
Besides the phenomena of the circula
tion, the cells of pavement-epithelium
lining the lip, ana their nuclei, can
readily he distinguished, as well as the
apertures of the mucous glands.
Besides the normal circulation, vari
ous pathological conditions can be ob
served. By a pressure quite insufficient
to cause pain, the phenomena of blood
stagnation—the stoppage of the flow,
and the gradual change in color of the
blood from bright red to purple—are
seen. A momentary stoppage is also pro
duced. by touching the Up with ice, a
more enduring stasis by certain reagents,
such as glycerine or amonia.
Huter states that it has already proved
the great use of “ Cheiloangioscopy,” as
lie calls the new process, in his medical
practice. The variation in the blood
flow and in the diameter of the vessels,
the crowding together of the red cor
puscles, the increase in number of thfe
white corpuscles, occurrim* in certain
diseases, all these may *be observed
readily and exactly. It will, indeed, be
at once obvious how great is the import
ance of a method like this, by which an
actual observation of the circulation is
made possible, especially when it is
borne in mind that even the rough and
ready method of feeling the pulse affords
a valuable indication of the state of
health.
A SEVENTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD maid, who
•was quite ill in Jonstown, told the doctor
she had never been hugged by a man in
her life, and asked for one kiss. The
gallant doctor complied with the request,
of course, and slie got well. When the
doctor got home and told the story to
his wife he got—well, he is balder than
he was.
A SPIRITUALISTIC FRAUD.
Great Excitement at North Adams—Ex*
pooore of Mary Eddjr-llnntoon—An Edi
torial Athlete Grab, pie Materialised
Form ora “Hl* Injun** and Expoees the
Whole Kachet.
[Boston Herald.]
North Adams, Mass., is having a hot
time over the exposure ef the notorious
spiritualistic medium, Mrs. Mary Eddy-
Huntoon, which occurred there last
evening and was witnessed by a large
audience, comprising some of the most
influential citizens of the town. Mrs.
Huntoon first eome to North Adams on
Friday last, andengaged a suite of rooms
of Mrs. Quackenbush over her State
street dining-rooms, where, the same
evening of her arrival, a seance was held,
and on the following evening another
seance was held at the same place. At
tills seance were several well known citi
zens who scoffed at so-called spiritual
manifestation, and began to plan some
wry of bringing to light the deception
they were convinced existed, but no suc
cessful opportunity offered until last
night, when a plan was hit upon, and
several of the plotters gained admisvsion
to the seance. Many materialized forms
were faintly discernible during the
early part of the evening, but none w r ere
willing to leave the cabinet. In a few
moments, however, with the shaking of
a tambourine and a shrill whoop, a fierce
Sioux warrior sprang from the cabinet
and commenced a vigorous w r ar-dance
before the eyes of the startled audience.
With a leap that would have done credit
to the panther, and put to blush the best
college gymnast, John H. Mabbitt, local
editor of the Adams Transcript , sprang
upon the bewildered savage, clasped him
around the waist, and together they fell
to the floor, assisted somewhat by a blow
from Webster Eddy, brother of the fe
male medium, which fell with full force
upon Mabbitt’s shoulder. Before it
could be repeated, however, the pugilis
tic Eddy found himself fast in the
clutches of the ministry and the law,
Rev. Dr. Osborn, pastor of the Baptist
Church, being on his right, and lawyer
A. G. Potter on his left. Meanwhile,
within the cabinet, Mabbitt and his In
dian were having it rough and tumble.
“Bring me my revolver!” screamed the
shrill voice of the medium.
But the revolver was not forthcoming,
as it reposed quietly in the rear pocket
of the pugilistic Eddy, who was striving
to catch his breath, and beseeching his
captors to “Let up on him and give him
a show.” Hearing the noise of the
turmoil, and not knowing but a tribe of
wild • Commanches bad been let loose
upon the unprotected audience, officers
Walden and Hunter, who had been
stationed outside to guard against con
tingencies of this nature, burst open the
door. Hunter entered first, followed
more moderately by Walden, who threw
the light of a dark-lantern upon the
scene, when, presto\ what a sight! Is
suing from the door of the cabinet was
Mabbitt, bearing in his arms—not the In
dian chieftain, but the medium, Mrs.
Huntoon, with her clothing tucked care
fully beneath her waist, and nothing on
but a pair of white cotton drawers.
“Pull down your dress. For shame!”
cried the women.
“Oh. you villain, you villain 1” shrieked
Mrs. Huntoon.
“Look at her! Look at her!” cried
tl excited Mabbitt. “See, that’s the
way she fools us with her Indian mas
querading!”
“Oh, give me a revolver!” cried Mrs.
Huntoon.
“Here, take mine,” said the accommo
dating Walden. But Mrs. Huntoon
didn’t want to shoot. As soon as she had
freed herself from the loving embrace
of the athletic editor, Mrs. Huntoon
raved and tore around as though pos*
•essed by Satan himself.
“It is very plain,” said she. “Th* In
dian spirit emanated from me, and of
course when that man frightened it it
naturally came back to me, and, in try
ing to catch the spirit, what is more
natural than that he should catch me?”
But the audience couldn’t see it, at
least the skeptical portion couldn’t. The
Spiritualists, however, believed it was
true, and severely censured the action of
the exposing party.
“What business had Mabbitt to lay
hands on her?” said one, this morning, to
a Herald reporter. “She was carrying
on a legitimate business; he paid his
money, and was expected to behave like
a gentleman, instead of a loafer, and
I think it’s a shame the way he acted,
and those who assisted him were no bet
ter than he, ministers, lawyers, or what
not.” And so raved the Spiritualists. Mrs.
Quackenbush is loud in her complaints
against Walden and Hunter for breaking
down her door, and Mrs. Eddy-Huntoon
has threatened to arrest Mabbitt for un
provoked assault. How the affair will
•nd is a conundrum not easily answered.
Quartz In Montana.
At no previous period in the history
of Montana, has there been so much
prospecting for quartz going on as there
is at this moment. New discoveries are
of frequent occurrence, and not a few
give promise of rivaling the best that
have achieved considerable reputation.
Mines that have been idle for years, are
being put in working order. We do not
doubt that during the coming fall and
winter there will be many valuables
mines discovered, and a number of lodes
developed into paying mines. There
never has existed any doubt as to the
richness of Montana quarts, and there
now seems no reason to doubt the per
manency of the veins.
A Paris husband was told that his
wife, who had gone into the country to
be cured of an illness, was dead. An
hour afterward she presented herself
before him in perfect health. The sud
den and violent transition from sorrow
to joy (or from joy to sorrow) was too
much for him, and he became a maniac.
Ingratitude to the Doetoi •
The doctors who are called up in th
middle of the night at the risk of getting
the pneumonia, are just as liable to g°
withont their pay when the danger is
past, as though they were called in the
day time. One of them was one night
aroused by a frighful knocking at ni*
door. Sticking his head out of the
window he asked what was the matter.
“0, doctor, it is my poor wife!”
“ I beg your pardon, but I haven’t
the honor of your acquaintance, and
I am not accustomed ,” ,
“ I know it, doctor, but her life is at
stake. If you only knew how much I
love her. For heaven’s sake, I beg you,”
and he went on for a considerable time
in this fashion, until the doctor relented
in spite of the cold winter night. He
dressed himself, went out, waded fai
through the snow, prescribed, and saved
the cherished woman. Several days
Eassed, and hearing nothing of any pay,
t sent in his bill. Nothing. Then he
sent a collector. The devoted husband
greeted the dun with anger, exclaiming;
“Go the devil! The idea of my paying
that bill for a woman who has since run
off with another man!”
An eminent surgeon was visited by a
rich but stingy merchant, whose injured
arm needed treatment, and it was feared
he might have to have it taken off. The
doctor, examining, declared that he could
iave it, and he did so. When he sent
in his bill, the merchant, who was non
Hell and brassy, cried out; “ Tliundei
tnd guns, what a bill! There must be
June mistake. Old Sawbones never cut
*ff my arm at all!”
The Groceries We Buy.
Very few groceries are wholly
pure. The Grocer s Manual publishes
some of the adulterations. The cream
of tartar found on sale, it says, is seldom
more than thirty per cent, pure, the
remainder being terra alba , or white
earth, and other adulterants. Cayenne
pepper is debased with red ocher, cinna
bar, vermilion and sulphuretof mercury,
and the color preserved by red lead and
Venetian red. Coffee is adulterated with
pea flour colored with Venetian red.
Liquors and wines are generally made
from cheap rums and whiskies. Milk is
adulterated with water, flour, starch,
gum, turmeric, chalk, sugar, carbonate
of soda, and cerebral matter; and cream
is made by the use of gum. Mustard is
seldom sold pure. Preserved meats are
colored with ocher and red lead. Bottles
labeled Worcestershire sauce, etc., are
often filled with stuff’ flavored with
dangerous chemicals. Soap3 contain
poisonous coloring matter that produces
skin diseases. Teas are colored and
doctored, largely in New York and
Philadelphia, with arseniate of copper,
verdigris, mineral green, Prussian blue,
talc, clay, soapstone, and numerous other
articles. Much of the tobacco which
men roll like a sweet morsel under their
tongues is made out of the leaves of
other plants, to which are added chromate
of lead, oxide of lead, etc. Half the
vinegar sold in the large cities, it is
asserted, is rank poison, made from prep
arations of lead, copper and oil of vit*
rol. These statements were made in the
Manual in the interest of grocers.
Language of the Hat,
Wearing the had squarely on the head
—I love you madly.
Pulling it down over the ears—Will
you please treat me to ice cream?
Tipping it over on the left ear—Vanilla,
please.
Tipping it over the right ear—My lit
tle brother has the measles.
Wearing it on the back of the head—
Ta-ta. Awfully awful.
Taking it off and brushing it the wrong
way—My heart is busted.
Holding it out in the right hand—
Lend me a quarter.
Throwing it at a policeman—l love
your sister.
Using it as a fan—Come and play
with my aunt.
Carrying a brick in it—Your cruelty
is killing me.
Kicking it across the street —I am en
gaged.
Putting it on the ground and sitting
on it—Farwell
A Vividly Descriptive Passport.
In 1793 a worthy Parisian bourgeois,
after dining at a restaurant, set out for
a walk to Montmartre. No one was then
allowed to leave the city without pre
senting his carte de surete> on which his
personal appearance was described, as in
a modern passport, a regulation of which
the worthy bourgeois was unaware; so
when at "the barriers the guard asked
him for his carte , though surprised at the
nature of his request, he, like a docile
Parisian, pulled out the ccurte of his din
ner. “Calf’s head,” said the official,
reading and glancing at the bearer;
“well—that’s accurate enough, but not
especially polite. Tig’s feet’—the citi
zen who drew up the passport was
drunk! ‘Breast of veal—stuffed’ —l’ll
bet a ream of assignals he was. ‘Leg
of mutton’—citizen pass on! I don’t
precisely understand this passport, but
you are evidently a harmless individual.
Vtve la Hepubliquel ”
Angry Letters.
An angry letter, especially if the
writer is well loved, is so much fiercer
than an angry speech, so much more un
endurable! There the words remain
scorching—not to be explained away,
not to be atoned for by a kiss—not to
be softened down by the word of love
that may follow so quickly upon spoken
anger. Heaven defend me from angry
letters! They should never be written
except to schoolboys or men at college,
and not often to them, if they be any
way tender-hearted. This at least
should be a rule through the letter writ
ing world, that no angry letter be posted
till four-and-twenty hours shall have
elapsed since it was written.
A MOTHER’S GRIEF.
A Divorced Wife Forced to Snrrcader t"p
Her Children. *
[Detroit Post and Tribune.]
There arrived in this city yesterday a
man named Henry Livingstone, of
Omaha, who applied to the Wayne Cir
cuit Court for a writ of habeas corpus to
compel his divorced wife to surrender
his two minor children, who were then in
her custody. Livingstone set forth in
liis petition that about a year ago he ob
tained a divorce from his wife on the
ground of adultery, and according to the
terms of the decree was given the custody
of the children. Livingstone sent his
wife to this city, where her father re
sides, and upon her promising to lead a
better life allowed her to bring the chil
dren to Detroit with her. He set lip in
his petition that his wife had not fulfilled
her promises to him, and desired to get
possession of the children. As Living
stone was armed with the decree of
divorce, which fully established his
right to the custody of the little ones,
Judge Reilly granted the writ and issued
the warrant asked for.
Provided with these documents,
Deputy Sheriffs Edmunds and Bornman
proceeded to the residence of Mrs. Liv
ingstone, 155 Jay street, last night. The
officers learned that the lady had gone
to her father’s house, taking the chil
dren with her, and accordingly Bornman
started out in search of her, while Ed
munds remained at the house to await
her return. Mrs. Livingstone arrived
home soon after, and Edmunds informed
her of the nature of liis mission, and ad
vised her to submit to the decision of
the court without causing them any
trouble. This she consented to do, and
had collected the children’s clothing and
made other preparations for their jour
ney to Omaha, when Bornman returned,
accompanied by Livingstone.
Suddenly the woman seemed to com
prehend for the first time that the
majesty of the law had been invoked to
wrest her loved ones from her, and,
clasping them in her arms, she begged
the officers to let them remain with her.
The husband, however, was inexorable,
and told the .officers to do their duty.
Then the mother pleaded to be allowed
to keep the youngest child —her baby—
and, with the little girl clasped tightly
in her arms, threw herself at the feet of
the officers and implored them to permit
her to retain her darling.
Again Livingstone turned a deaf ear
to the entreaties of his wife, and warned
the officers that time was passing. The
men of law wiped away their tears, and
in the tenderest manner possible took
the child from it’s mother’s arms and
left the house. The unfortunate woman
gazed wildly at the visitors as they left,
and then, uttering a piercing shriek, fell
fainting to the floor.
Livingstone left for home at 9:50
o’clock taking his children with him.
Webster on Bunker Hill.
[Rev. Dr. Newhall in Zion’s Herald.]
Asa boy clinging to my father’s arm
I stood on Bunker Hill, where stood at
the same time most of Massachusetts—
in fact, most of the American nation, if
reckoned by quality—and listened to
Daniel Webster when the top stone of
the monument was laid. That exper
ience Avas in the power of a single sen
tence and that sentence which probably
does not appear in any of Mr. Webster’s
published works. The oration had not
yet begun, and the vast crowd pressing
to get near the orator, finally in their im
petuosity pushed back the lines of mili
tary, and as in my vicinity, the guards
held their muskets horizontally against
the breasts of the people they were
swept away by the crowd, who knocked
up their muskets, hitting breech and bay
onet right and left, and pouring forth in
such masses as threatened to trample
those in front to death. In vain the mas
ter of ceremonies entreated them to fall
back, for there was an oceanic swell be
hind that fairly flung those in advance
toward the stand. At last he begged
Mr. Webster himself to come forward
and plead with the tumultuous crowd.
He arose, advanced a step or two towards
us and said: “Gentlemen, you must fall
back!” “Mr. Webster it is impossible!
It is quite impossible, Mr. Webster!”
shouted a thousand voices at once.
Then the Jupiter Tonans burst forth.
Raising his arm and his voice, as his
burning eye flashed over the excited
multitude before him, he exclaimed':
“Gentlemen, nothing is impossible to
Americans on Bunker Hill?” A great
shout thundered .through those throng
ing thousands, and they surged back like
waves from the shore. That was elo
quence; or rather, to use Webster’s im
mortal language, it was “ something
higher and nobler than all eloquence
—action, noble, sublime, God-like
action.
The Prize Pumpkin.
A Kansas genius, representing himself
as a practical farmer, has lately been
visiting all the fairs with a prize pumpkin,
and took the premium every time. It
measures seven feet in circumference,
and weighed two hundred and thirty
pounds. Several days ago at Council
Grove, a rival farmer attempted to tap
the pumpkin in the absence of the owner,
to get some of the seeds, and discovered
that it was made of wood.
Baked Indian Pudding. —Scald a
pint of milk and stir in slowly four
tablespoons of meal. Remove from the
stove and add a small teaspoon of salt,
nearly a cup of molasses, piece of butter
half the size of an egg, a pint of cold
milk, and lastly, three well-beaten eggs.
Bake slowly about an hour and a half.
Eaten with or without cream, it is de
licious.
In the early days of Massachusetts
there were no religious services or ser
mons at funerals. The first prayer at a
funeral in Boston was in 1766, and the
first funeral sermon was not preached
until 1783.
Clipned Paragraphs.
A toe jam makes the smallest foot an
achcr.
There is a miser in this place who
will not ever, give a man advice.
A fellow can never get intoxicated
on being treated with impunity.
Orphan people should be educated
at the University of Pa.
“ Ah,” said a deaf roan who had a
feolding wife, “ man wants but little
hare below.”
The young lady who was proposed to
by a fire-eater now says the had a burnt
offering.
The hornet is unlike the flea in at
least one point—if you put your finger
on him you are sure he is there.
If it wasn’t for the weather there
never would be any variety in some
people’s conversation.
“Gone, but not for cotton,” said the
darkey when the thief ran away with his
woolen overcoat.
Man’s inhumanity to man makes
countless thousands pay fifteen cents •
drink for five cent whisky
♦ When a man is kissing a girl he
should have a dry clergyman preaching
to him in order to make the sensation
seem longer.
Whisky puts on some of the colors
we see in autumn leaves, but who ever
heard of admiring young ladies doing
red noses in wax work?
Miss L : “The young man you
inquire about is all right. He has been
a subscriber for oiw great moral family
journal for over a year. Trust him.”
The campaign club that can’t locate
its headquarters hi or near a beer sa
loon is in hard luck. The most of them
are lucky. Politics are a good deal like
beer anyhow—half of the enthusiasm
is foam. — N. Y. People.
“ When freedom from her mountain
height unfurled her standard in the air,”
she little thought that the time would
come when the cheeky agent of “ Boggs
Sure Cure for Corns,” would also puff
his nostrums there.
It may appear remarkable, but Cay*
enne pepper, one of the hottest of things,
is excellent to make ice water. If you
don’t believe this, throw a handful in
somebody’s face, and watch the eyes
water.
When a dog snaps at a fly that has
been fooling around him for four or five
hours and misses it, he feels just like a
girl who pours the full tide of her affec
tions over a young man and suddenly
discovers that it won’t soak in
Philadelphia possesses the champion
modest young lady. The Chronicle has
discovered that when she hangs her
stockings out on the clothes line she puts
veils over them.
“Charley, are you not going to bid
good-bye to your sisters?” “If they love
me less, mamma,, if their affections were
less sincere and unconventional. But I
must positively put my foot down once
for all. 1 cannot be rumpled!”
“Dear Minnie,” wrote a loving mother
to her daughter who had already spent
several weeks visiting friends, “ please
come home.” Dutiful daughter replied,
“Dear mamma, I won’t do it. Lovingly,
Minnie.” And she didn’t.
Did you ever notice the downward
plunge of a young lady’s jaw when she
gives utterance to one of the “ands”
that serve as convenient resting places
in her speech while awaiting the brain’s
catching up with the tongue?
A little Chambersburger was called
upon in Sabbath school to say a text
from the Scriptures. Whev the time
came she had forgotten her rerse, but
from her general knowledge of Holy
Writ she solemnly quoted, |“ Little child
ren should be seen but not heard.”
Courting in the Azores is not so im
pulsive as it is in this country. The
young man stands in the middle of the
street and converses with his girl, who
leans over the railing of the balcony.
The young gentleman is not admitted to
the house until about to be engaged to
the young lady, and then he sees her
only in the presence of other members
of the family. This method of court
ship is a great saving of gas and fuel to
the old folks, and as long as the young
man stands in the middle of the street to
do his courting, the old man can’t
bounce him out of the front door,
and her little brother can’t come
into the parlor and smear his best
pants with molasses candy. But thin
mode of making love has its drawbacks
as well as its advantages, and it is not
necessary to point them out to the
young man who has had experience in
the business. This wiy. occur to Mm
immediately.
i * •
Mrs. Hemans.
At seven years old, an age when most
girls’ ideas are limited to dolls, romps
and new frocks, Felicia’s delight, in the
bright summer days, was to climb up
into an old apple-tree with a volume of
Shakespeare in her hand, and lose herself
in a world of imagination among the
Rosalinds, Imogenes and Beatrices. All
that was strange, wierd and romantic,
had an irresistible fascination for her.
Gwrych, as every respectable old mansion
should, had its spectre, and on moonlight
nights the child, alf trembling, yet
eager, would creep out into the long,
dark avenue, fearing, yet hoping, to get
a sight of the goblin. At other times,
when she was supposed to be in bed, she
would rise, dress herself, and steal out of
the house down to the sea shore to listen
to the moaning of the waves, and to in
dulge in a twilight bath. She was never
sent to school; her education was purely
desultory. All the world of poetry was
thrown open to her; but from systematic
studies, beyond French, English gram
mar and the rudiments of Latin, she was
wholly exempted. At seven she began
to compose verses, and at fourteen a
volume of these was published.