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The Carter,sville Express. Established Twenty Years, KATES AND TERMS. SUBSCRIPTIONS. One copy on* year $2 Of) One copy six months 1 UJ One copy three months . 30 CLUB RATES. five copies one year $8 75 Ten copies one year 15 00 Payments invariably in advance. ADTIKT3IING KATES. Advertisements will be inserted at the rates of One Dollar per inch tor the first insertion, and Fifty Cents for tach additional insertion. Address 8. A. CUNNINGHAM. 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.