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For the cause that needs assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that do.
CARTERS V LLE, 7 : GEORGIA"
A VandADr* it L* tenti.
II to happened that we reached La
Tenta on a festive occasion. A fandango
waa in foil blast but a short distance
from our quarters, and a large number
of strange Indians from the surrounding
country were in the village. Our advent
bud caused a temporary suspension of
the festivities, but the people soon be
gan to drift that way again, and by the
time we had finished our supper the
music of harp and bandolon could be
heard, and the dance was once more in
progress. Alejandro told us that the
village would probably grow lively to
ward midnight as the dance continued,
for the Inmans were drinking a good
deal of mescal, and many of them were
still coming in from the country. He
informed me that the Alcalde of the
town had already hidden himself, as is
the custom on such occasions, and that
we must be on our guard, for the Indians
were bad men when drunk, and inclined
to dislike strangers. We were all armed
to the teeth, however, and felt no ap
frehensions. After supper, Marion and
sallied out into the dark street, and,
following the sound of the music, soon
found ourselves in the midst of the
crowd of wild, half-naked revelers. The
dancing was carried on under the shed
which was lit up by pine-knots, throwing
out a wierd glare over the dusky crowd.
A number of men and women would step
into the open space and shuffle slowly
around, each one apparently on liis own
responsibility, and with no regard to
figure. In the meantime those who
were not dancing would squat in a cir
cle around the open space, and sing
monotonously in time with the musie of
the instruments. The dancers would
finally retire, and others take their places,
the process being repeated with little or
no variations. But it was in the outer
rim of the circle that the real fun seemed
to be going on. Little groups were
gathered here and there, drinking, sing
lug and carousing, and, as we left the
crowd and picked our way back to our
lodgings, we noticed one of our men,
Ponciano by name, ogling a dusky
maiden, and treating her to a drink of
orchata.— D. S. Richardson in Cali
fornian.
Life’s Brightest Hour.
Not long since, I met a gentleman who
is assessed for one million. Silver was
in his hair, care upon his brow, and he
slightly stooped beneath his burden of
wealth. We were speaking of the
period of his life he had reached the most
perfect enjoyment, or rather, when he
had found happiness to be nearest un
alloyed.
“I’ll tell you,” said the millionaire,
“when was the happiest hour of my life.
At the age of one and twenty I had
saved SBOO. I was earning SSOO a year,
and my father did not take it from me,
only requiring that I should pay my
board. At the age of twenty-two I
secured a pretty cottage just outside of
the city. I was able to pay two-thirds
of the value down, and also furnish it
respectably. I was married on Sunday
—a Sunday in June—at my father’s
house. My wife had come to me poor
in purse, but rich in the wealth of wo
manhood. The Sabbath and the Sab
bath night we passed beneath my fath
er’s roof, and on Monday morning I
went to my work, leaving mother and
sister to help in preparing my home.
“On Monday evening, when the labors
of the day were done, I went not to the
patemad shelter, but to my own house—
my own home. The holy atmosphere of
that hour seems to surround me even
now in the memory. I opened the door
of my cottage and entered. I laid my
hat on the little stand in the |hall, and
passed on to the kitchen—our kitchen
and dining-room were all one then. I
pushed open the kitchen door and was
in—heaven! The table was set against
the wall—the evening meal was ready
prepared by the hands of her who had
come to be my helpmeet in deed as well
as in name—and by the tea-table, with a
throbbing and expectant look upon her
lovely and loving face, stood my wife.
I could only clasp the waiting angel to
my bosom, thus showing to her the
ecstatic burden of my heart.
“The years have passed—long, long
years—and worldly wealth has flown
upon me, and I am honored and envied
—but as true as ht*ven—l would give
all—every dollar, for the joy of that
June evening, in the long, long ago. ”
Exchanae.
He Denied It.
The locomotive of a Harlem milk train
struck a man who was lying crosswise
on the track. The train was stopped and
backed up, and instead of the mangled
remains the engineer found a man stand
ing on the track and looking around with
a gaze of curiosity. “Where is that
man?” said the engineer. “ What man?”
said the tramp. “The man I struck,”
retorted the engineer. “I don’t know.
Did you hit a man?” said the fellow.
“ Yes,” said the engineer. “I knoeked
a man off right here and he went up
against that freight car.” “Didn’t see
him. When did it happen?” ‘'Just
now. Aren’t you the man?” “ Not as I
remember.” “Didn’t I knock you off
the track ?” the engineer persisted. “ I
don’t think you did, but you can exam
ine me and see.” The fellow’s head and
shoulder were severely bruised and
bleeding. When asked how he received
the injuries he said : “ Well, I don’t
exactly know, but I thought I fell off the
freight car. Guess lam not hurt much
anyhow.” As he walked away he sang
out—“Much obliged to you for telling
me how it happened.”
no,™ doctor, it’s 10 o’clock, and
T think we had better be aping for H’s
time honest folk* were at home, said a
lawyer to a physician, one evening re
£nSy. “Well, ye./ the reply.
“lma.tbeoff.bat you neodnt go on
that acoounti”
-It is wisetokeepinmina the fact that
SSuls may be won to the cross by a life
a ick oed just as well as by a Ufa m
r^tbMraiaJk. Pare .übmi.Mon l.
on fewignntnwon.
Drugged Wines.
As France has kicked up a row about
American hog meat, which extended
even to ringing bells through the villages
warning the citizens, it is entirely fair to
warn the American people against the
drugged wines of France. The Parisian,
a paper printed in English in Paris,
gives a branch of the history of this
manufacture of wines sold fraudulently
under the names of the choicest brands
of French wines: The wine crop of 1879
was about 25,000,000 or 30,000,000 hec
toliters below the average of the last ten
years. The annual consumption in
France is from 40,000,000 to 45,000,000
hectoliters. Every body expected a rise
in the price of wine, and some conscien
tious dealers laid in a stock from abroad.
The rise in price, however, never came,
and the markets remained well supplied.
The reason was that the natural deficit
was compensated for by artificial means.
Wine was manufactured out of dry
grapes. All the raisins to be found in
Eastern ports were bought up, and wine
manufactories sprang up all over the
country. Around Paris alone there are
seven steam-power wine manufactories.
The cost of a cask of raisin wine is about
50 francs, and it was sold at 100 francs,
thus giving a profit of 100 percent. But
the competition has now become such
that the price of raisins has risen from
twelve francs to seventy-five francs the
100 kilograms. The consequence is that
that raisins have been abandoned, and
wine is now manufactured out of glu
cose, a sugary matter obtained from the
potato, out of the residue of molasses,
out of rotten apples, dried prunes, dates,
figs and all kinds of refuse fruit, and
even out of beet-root. These abomina
ble liquids are colored artificially and
mixed more or less with Spanish wines
or white wine. The adulteration and
manufacture of wine has attained such
vast proportions that the principal deal
ers who had taken measures to supply
the market loyally with harvest wine
from foreign countries have taken steps
to put a stop to this gigantic fraud. The
imposture has reached such a pitch that
not one-third of the wine now drank in
Paris is real grape. The revelations of
the manufacture of French brandy are
no less convincing of the wholesale char
acter of the frauds. French brandy of
this day is described as an inferior spirit
distilled from sugar, potatoes, Indian
corn and whisky distilled from barley,
and this is the stuff imposed upon the
people of this country. It would be a
national blessing if there was an author
itative analysis made of the various so
called French wines and brandies fraud
ulently pushed off upon the American
people by the wine manufacturers of
France. The drugged and poisonous
stuff is, in adition to being a commercial
fraud, also most deleterous to health
an life, and its importation should be
discontinued. No pure wines or bran
dies are now exported from France.
How Long* Man May Live.
It was Professor Hufeland’s opinion
that the limit of possible human life
might be set down at 200 years; aud this
on the general principle that the life of
a creature is eight times the years of its
period of growth. That which is quickly
formed quickly perishes, and the earlier
complete development is reached the
sooner bodily decay ensues. More
women reach old age than men, but
more men attaiu remarkable longevity
than women. Some animals grow to be
very old. Horned animals live shorter
lives than those without horns, fierce
longer than timid, ami amphibious longer
than those which inhabit the air. The
voracious pike exists, it is said, to an age
of 150 years; the turtle is good for 100
years or more, and among birds the
golden eagle is known to have lived
nearly 200 years, while the sly and som
ber crow reaches the venerable age. of a
century. Passing up in the scale of life
to man, and skipping the patriarchs, we
find many recorded instances of longevity
among the classic Greeks and Romans.
Pliny notes that in the reign of the Em
peror Vespasian, in the year 76, there
were 124 men living in the limited area
between the Appennines and the Po of
100 years and upward, three of whom
were 140 and 4 over 135. Cicero’s wife
lived to the age of 103. and the Roman
actress, Lueeja, played in public as late
as her 112th year. Coming down to
more recent times, the most notable
authentic instance of great age is that of
Henry Jenkins, of Yorkshire, England,
who died in 1670, 169 years old. Ho
was a fisherman, and at the age of 100
easily swam across rapid rivers. An
other historic *case is that of Thomas
Parr, of Shropshire, a day laborer, who
lived to the age of 152 years. When
more than 120 lie married his second
wife, and till 130 he could swing the
scythe and wield the flail with the best
of his fellow-laborers. In his 152d year
Parr went up to London to exhibit him
self to the king. It proved an unlucky
visit, for, violating the abstemious habit
of a century and a half, the old man
feasted so freely on the royal victuals
that he soon died, merely of a plethora.
On examination his internal organs
proved to be in excellent condition, and
there was no reason why he should not
have lived much longer save for this un
fortunate taste of royal hospitality.
Professor Hufeland’s roll of centenarians
includes many more remarkable cases.
Women in n^arding-Houses.
Differences in families united by mar
riage are mostly on the side of the wo
men. W&man fails in tact to preserve
the amenities of the hearth. The soft
or the repression which evades
an issue is more on the part of the man
than the wife. Young women manage
their lovers, but lose their skill to man
age their husbands. Women make the
cliques in congregations, church socie
ties, family hotels, boarding-houses, and
wherever lovely woman predominates.
Lack of tact makes the traditional
mother-in-law. Fathers-in-law have too
much tact to be fussy and irritating in
matters that should be left alone. Men
live harmoniously in clubs; women can
not live in clubs without getting into
hostile divisions _
The exceptional healthiness of butch
ers is not more to their inhalation of the
nutritious principles of meat than to
their out-door life, the same cause that
makes the grocer’s clerk healthier than
his dry-goods brother.
Campantni is worth $150,000. He
got it all for a song— Boston Transcript.
And is still pursuing the even tenor of
his way.
In Three Hundred Years.
An English author named Willis D.
Hay has given to the world a very re
markable book, entitled “Three Hun
dred Years Hence.” Hay’s work indi
cates his possession of a wonderful imag
ination. He has endeavored to tell
something of the world and its popula
tion in 2181, and his attempt bristles
with startling ideas aud wonderful theo
ries. He describes the rise of Socialism
and predicts that the Land League agi
tation will involve Great Britain in a civil
war, which will destroy her commerce
and. pave the way for her downfall.
Upon the ruins of crumbling empires
will be founded a world-wide republic.
A Yankee will invent an annihilating
machine which will make wars impossi
ble. The disappearance of armies and
forts will make the universal republic
stronger. The new force is discovered.
By means of this, man walks on the floor
of the ocean and forces his way through
the bowels of the earth. Great cavern*
are discovered at enormous depths, and
as the surface of the earth becomes
crowded colonies are planted in these
and mighty domes shaped like diving
bells, built upon the bed of the ocean
and running up above the level of the
water, afford temporary and permanent
abodes to thousands. They cultivate
sea weeds, and vegetables, aud fibrou
submarine plants for textile fabrics and
dyes. Later the internal fires of the
globe are made available for heating
purposes. With their aid the frozen
regions around the poles are rendered
tropical. The vine and banana flourish
there, and the long arctic night is made
brilliant with electric lights. In time
the population of the globe becomes so
dense that the Ecumenical Council, the
head-center of Government for the States
of Humanity, decides that the four or
five millions of acres covered by the
habitations of men must be brought
under cultivation. The population of
the globe betakes itself to cities built
upon piles in the seas, houses are de
molished, and every inch of the earth’s
surface is cultivated for food. The Cap
itol wherein laws are made for the world
is located at Terrapolis, a city of 10,000,-
000 inhabitants, built in the South
Pacific Sea. It is ornamented with a few
of the most remarkable buildings in the
ancient world, including the Cathedral
of Cologne, the Tower of London, the
Vatican, and the great Pyramid.
A book of this character ougLl to
make fascinating reading. How much of
truth there may be in it the reader alone
can determine. The predictions which
Hay makes are founded upon scientific
data. It is a pity that we can’t live to
see the wonderful changes he has in his
mind’s eye.
Olympus.
Did ever a Hellene, shepherd, priest
or King, dare to climb up the slopes of
Olympus, away above the lofty pastures
of its dales and crests? Did even one
only venture, by placiug his foot upon
the great peak, to find himself suddenly
in the presence of these terrible
gods? Ancient writers tell us that phil
osophers are not afraid of scaling Mount
Etna, although much higher than Olym
pus; but they never mention one single
mortal who has had the temerity to
ascend the mountain of the gods, not
even in the days of science, in that age
when philosophers taught that Zeus and
the other immortals were mere concep
tions of the human mind.
Later on, other religious, disseminated
among the various people living in the
surrounding plains, took possession of
the sacred mountain and consecrated it
to new divinities. There the Greek
Christians worshiped the Holy Trinity
instead of Zeus; they still look upon its
three principal peaks as the three great
thrones of Heaven. One of its loftiest
points, which formerly, perhaps, bore a
temple of Apollo, is now surmounted by
a monastery of St. Elias; one of its dales,
wherein the Bacchantes were wont to
sing “Evoe!” in honor of Dionysos or
Bacchus, is inhabited by the monks of
St. Denys. Priests have succeeded to
priests, aud the superstitious respect of
modern times to the worship of the
ancient; but perhaps the highest sum
mit is yet untrodden by human steps;
the soft light, resplendent above its
rocks and snow, has not beamed upon
any man since the Hallenic gods took
their departure.
A few years ago it would have been
difficult for a European to attain the
summit of tk3 mountain, for the Hellenic
klcphtcs, unerring shots, occupied all
its gorges; they had intrenched them
selves in it, as within an enormous cita
del, and thence, recommencing the con
flict of the gods against the Titans, they
set out upon their expeditions against
the Turks of Mount Ossa. Proud of
their Courage, they believed themselves
invincible as the mountain upon which
they lived; they endowed Olympus it
self with life. “I am,” said one of their
songs, “I am Olympus, illustrious in all
ages, and renowned amid Nations; forty
two peaks bristle upon my brow; seventy
two fountains flow down my ravines,
and an eagle is perched upon my highest
sum mit, bearing in its claws the head of
a valiant hero!” This eagle, no doubt,
was that of the ancient Zeus. Even
now-a-days he feeds on man, by man
destroyed.— History of a Mountain.
Wliat a Woman (J allied.
A woman in Newburyport, Mass., ir.
losing one husband and gaining another,
made a profit of $2,000. She was the
wife of a soldier, and believed herself a
widow, as her husband was reported
dead. She was entitled, as a soldier’s
widow, to a pension, and for some years
received it. Then she concluded to take
a second husband, aud, in doing that she
of course had to give up the pension
money. But now the first husband turns
up alive, and the result is that the sup
posed widow’s second marriage has been
pronounced null and void, and she gives
up husband No. 2, but is declared to be
entitled to about $2,000 of arrearages of
pension money, which would have been
paid to her in place of her first husband,
supposed to be dead, if she had remained
in her supposed widowed state. She
fares pretty well, anyhow, had two hus
bands, and now, by surrendering the
new and resuming the old relation, she
gets back the first husband and his pen
sion, and the arrearages into the bar*
gain.— Washington Republican.
The man who is “going to do," never
does anything.
Cultivation of Self-Respect.
A child that is uniformly treated with
courtesy, with consideration, with jus
tice, will unconsciously deem himself
worthy of such treatment, and will be
come worthy of it, unless he is by nature
wholly base; and lie will unconsciously
treat others as lie is treated. It is a fear
ful thing to give a child the lie, to accuse
him of stealing, to accustom him to un
expected and unmerited blows and cuffs.
He may merit punishment, but the wise
parent never will admit into the house
hold vocabulary the terrible words “liar”
and “thief,” and will never permit in
himself or others the hasty blow, the
bitter taunt, the stinging epithet. The
refined and educated parent can never
tolerate such language as we have indi
cated. Bitter words are more cruel than
blows arid inflict more lasting injuries.
Care in the choice of associates will do
much Ki foster self-respect in a child.
Some mothers think their sons and
daughters can go where they choose and
play with whom they please, and come
out all well in the end. There never was
a greater mistake. As well might one
think it no difference what air we
breathe. Children are quicker than we
to catch the tone of associates, to pick
up slang words, bad grammar, vulgar
ideas—these often seem to be taken in
through the very pores, as typhoid poison
is, when least expected. Care in the
choice of reading will do much to foster
due self-respect in a child. The boy
who grows up with a familiar knowledge
of Washington, of Franklin, of Lincoln,
and other great men who have 1 >een the
glory of the nations in which they have
been conspicuous, will be far more likely
to find his mind filled with noble images,
with high ideals, with lofty ambitions,
than one who reads sensational newspa
pers, dime novels, and the comic alma
nac. Any soil that yields abundantly
must contain in itself elements of fer
tility, and barren soil may have elements
artificially supplied to them.
Twigs and Leaves.
Dry den has aptly remarked: “What
the child admired, the youth endeavored,
and the man acquired.” No need of
spurs to the little Handel or the boy
Bach to study music, when one steals
midnight interviews with a smuggled
clavichord in a secret attic, and the other
copies whole books of studies by moon
light, for want of a candle churlishly de
nied; no need of whips to the boy painter,
W r est, when he begins in a garret and
plunders the family cat for bristles to
make his brushes.
There was an intimate connection be
tween the miniature ships which Nelson,
when a boy, sailed on the pond, and the
victories of the Nile and Trafalgar, be
tween the tales and songs about fairies,
ghosts, witches, etc., with which the
mind of Burns was fed in liis boyhood,
and the tales of Tim O’Shanter.
Michael Angelo neglected school to
copy drawings which he dared not bring
home, Murillo filled the margin of his
school books with drawings. Le Brim,
in childhood, drew with a piece of char
coal on the walls of the house. Pope
wrote excellent verses at fourteen. Mad
ame de Stael was deep in the philosophy
of politics at an age when other girls
were dressing dolls.
So Ferguson’s wooden clock; Claude
Lorraine’s pictures on the walls of a
baker’s shop; Chau trey’s carving of his
schoolmaster’s head in a bit of pine
wood; Napoleon pelting snow balls At
Brienne, were all hints of the future
man. . * ■
It is said that when Rachel, the ac
tress, threw a table cloth round lier per
son she Avas draped, on the instant, with
a becomingness which all the modistes
that ever fractured stay-lace, or circum
located crinoline, never imparted to the .
female figure before. She had a genius
for it, as Brummell had for tying his
cravat. Thousands choked themselves
in imitating the Beau's knot, but in vain;
the secret died with him, and is uow
among the lost arts.”
The Suez Canal.
Attention was first called to the sub
ject of a canal across the Isthmus of
Suez by the great Napoleon during his
invasion of Egypt. For years, however,
nothing was done. In 1847 France, Great
Britain, and Austria commissioned M.
Talabot, Robert Stephenson, and Signor
Negrelli to make a survey and decide
whether Napoleon’s survey was correct
in the point that the level of the Red Sea
was thirty feet higher than that of the
Mediterranean, and they found the two
seas had exactly the same level. The
canal project was never so favorably en
tertained by the British as by the French.
The whole* length of the navigation is
eighty-eight geograpical miles; of this
distance sixty six miles nre actual canal,
formed by cuttings, fourteen miles are
made by* dredging through lakes, and
eight miles required no works, the nat
ural depth being equal to that of the
canal. The cost of the whole undertak
ing, including the harbors, is placed at
about $100,000,000. In doing this won
derful work it is stated that there have
been about 80,000,000 cubic yards of
material excavated, and at one time 60
dredging machines and nearly 30,000
laborers were employed. For their use
a supply of fresh water was conveyed
from the Nile at Cairo and distributed
along the whole length of the canal, a
work in itself of no small magnitude. It
is regarded as making a saving of thirty
six days on the voyage from Western
Europe to the East Indies. It is difficult
to state by whom the controlling inter
est is held.
The Pekin Times gives the following:
“A young lady of this city, who lias a
young gentleman friend in Peoria, called
him over the telephone, which is located
in the office of tbe young fellow’s father.
The required ‘hello!’ came back over the
wire, and the dear creature proceeded
to lay herself out in ‘taffy,’ which she
sent to the listening ear in vast quanti
ties. While she was stopping to take
breath, a gruff voice in the telephone
startled her with the following sentence:
‘I guess you’ve made a mistake, my
dear girl; I’m Georgie’s father. When
she recovered she found herself at home
among friends.”
A gentleman and three ladies who
must have had a great deal of spare
time have found by count that a blonde
has about 140,000 hairs on her scalp; a
brunette, 109,000; and a red-haired
belle only 88,000. This last provision
of nature is undoubtedly to. prevent in
voluntary in^endiamim,
Kailway Dangerous.
Blindness to danget produced by living
among it with impunity seems almost
universal. We believe that the best
authorities recommend that night watch
men in big buildings should be frequently
changed, becauso when a man has made
a certain round every night for years, oi
oven months, and has never found a hro
or a thief, lie becomes quite blind to
either of these should lie chance
to meet them later on. Bee how this
blindness would tell in the case ot a
driver of an express train. He has, per
haps, to make a journey of one hundred
miles, and stop, perhaps, three times,
but has to pass thirty, forty, or more
signals If the traffic is well regulated
lie may travel this road for months to
gether without ever finding one of these
signals of “danger;” but wore he to get
in a condition of danger-blindness and
not look out for these signals the result
would probably be that there would oo
a terrible accident. Ho must go on as
suming that every signal is at danger,
though never in his experience has it
been found to be so. He must also
exercise patient and untiring vigilance
in inspecting and testing his enemies,
trust no one, but see that all is right tor
himself. At sea fire drill and “man
overboard” drill are carried out, and m
the military service false alarms of fiio
or attack are given to exercise the men
in vigilance and promptness of action,
but on a line of railway this is impossible.
Punctuality in the running of the trains
is of the first importance, so that wneu
something goes wrong the staff must
deal with it, as it were, by instinct, and
how well they do it is obvious from the
comparatively few accidents that happen.
How danger is often warded off by
courage and intelligence the general
public seldom learn. —Saturday Review.
Grecian Beauty.
Much has been said in praise of
Grecian beauty, and the men are liand
som in every sense of the word. We
might well imagine them to have been
the models of Phidias and Praxiteles.
Their lswge eyes, black as jet, sparklo
with glances of fire, while the long,
silky, eyelashes soften the expression
and* give a dreamy appearance of mel
ancholy. Their teeth are small, white
and well set; a fiue regular profile, a
pale-olive complexion and a tall, elegant
figure realize an accomplished type of
distinction. As to the women, they
seem to have left physical perfection to
the men; some possess fine eyes and
hair, but as a rule they have bad figures,
and some defect in the face generally
spoils the good features. It is among
them, however, that the old Oriental
customs are most strictly preserved;
while the men are gradually undergo
ing the process of civilization they, in a
moral point of view remain stationary,
and are just as they were fifty years
ago. It may, indeed, be said tlvat, with
the exception of Athens, the women'
possess no individual existence, and
count as nothing in society. The men
have reserved every privilege for them
selves, leaving to their helpmates the
care of the house and family. Iu the
towns, where servants are kept, they are
of the poorest class of peasants, who
know nothing, and receive miserable
wages. The families are generally large
—spveu op eight little children demand
a mother’s constant attention. Hie
morning begins by directing the work of
each servant, repeating the same thing
a hundred times, scolding, screaming,
even beating them, to be understood. In
the evening, when the children are sleep
ing, if there remain some little time, the
poor, worn-out mother sits down to her
spinning-wheel to. spin silk, to sew or
knit, if it be summer-time, to look after
her silk-worms and cocoons, happy if
ghe has not to do the work of her in
competent servants over again.
Tlie Effect of Admitting Girls in Hnr-
Yard College.
There is trouble in Harvard College,
©u account of tlie admission of girls as
students. It appears that the college
has a large library, provided with ‘‘au
thorities” and sofa seats, where the
students go to refresh their memories
upon certain points in their studies, and
the complaint is that the girls will get
down some work, of which there is only
one copy in the library, and Avhen a
young man comes in and desires the
same book he is so obliged to wait until
the girl gets through with it, or else sit
down and look it over with her. On a
recent occasion a venerable professor
entered the library and was surprised to
see no less than six girls with books that
young men were desirous of perusing, so
desirous, iu fact, that the two were
seated together eagerly scanniug the
pages, when the professor entered. The
sight |fairly caused the glasses in his
spectacles to bulge out, and it would be
a mild expression to say that he was
shocked. He at once inquired the cause
of the extraordinary desire for informa
tion that had suddenly sprung up, and
the young men told him plainly that
there must be duplicate copies of the
books procured, so that the girls could
have one and the young men the other.
He said he would attend to it the first
thing in the morning, and then the old
Puritan glared around the room at the
girls, who, poor things, were sitting with
their noses close down to the pages of
their books, and studying as though
their hearts would break. Then he
coughed a couple of times, vaguely, aud
had the decency to go out.
Tire Heroines of Nihilism.
They are mostly daughters of poor
army officers, or petty civil officers, or
even of shop-keepers, who feeling the
influence of modern times, are anxious to
rise above the level of their parents,
coarse, ignorant people in the main.
Either by their own talents or by the aid
of influential patrons, the girls gain
scholarships, and enter some high school
where their brains are crammed with a
heterogeneous mass of knowledge. At
19 they leave, and in turn become teach
ers. Finding their parents uncompan
ionable, they abandon homo for some
wretched lodgings, and eke out a miser
able existence by giving poorly paid les
sons. Food is scarce, the feminine pleas
ures of dress are impossible, the restrain
ing power of family affection is absent,
they grow hopeless and discontented,
when some day they form socialistic
acquaintances, rapidly adopt their ideas,
and, having found an object for their
life, with feminine rashness devote them
selves to the cause, even to the very
death .—Pans Figaro "
1 \Hf *.
What Sh© Siw is Church.
He staid at home and *he went to
(Jmreh; after dinner he asked her:
“What was the text, Mayr
“Oh something, somewhere id Uener
ofimm-' I’ve forgotten the chapter ana
“ Mm. High sat right betere m.
with a Mother Hubbard honnet -m
How could I hear anything when X cmdd
not even see the minister? • I wouldnt
have worn snch a looking thing to
church, if I'd had to have gone bwito
lic&dcd M
G “How did you like the new minister?’'
“Oh he’s splendid! and Kate Darlin
was there in a Spanish lace cape that
never cost a cent less than *SO; and
they can’t pay their butcher bills, and
I’d wear cotton lace or go without any
first ”
“Did he say anything about the new
mission fund?” . ..
“No and the Jones girls were all
rigged’ out, in their yellow silks made
over- vou would have died laugh
ing to’ have seen them. Such taste m
lliose girls have; and the minister gave
out that the Dorcas Society will meet
at Sister Jones’ residence—that old poky
Pl “It seems you didn’t hear much of the
sermon.” . . ~ .
“Well, I’m sure its better to go to
church, if you don’t hear the sermon,,
than to stay at home and read the pa
pers; and oh, Harry! the new mimstei
has a lovely voice; it nearly put me te
sleep. And did I tell you that the
Rich’s are home from Europe, and Mrs.
Rich had a real camel’s hair shawl
on, and it didn’t look like any thing on
A long silence, during which Harry
thought of several things, and his wife
was busy contemplating the sky or view,
when she suddenly exclaimed;
“There! I knew I’d forget to tell you
something. Would you beheve it, Har
ry, the fringe on Mrs. Jones parasol is
an inch deeper than mine, and twice as
heavy! Oh, dear! what a world of
trouble this is”—Detroit Post and l Vv
bune.
No Further Flirting.
The New York Central and Hudson
River Railroad Company has issued
orders that hereafter no employe of that
company shall flirt with unprotected
females along the lino of the road.
Heretofore every damsel from Gotham
to Albany had her particular mash on the
road; there was one railroader upon
w hom she smiled to the exclusion of the
others, and now about 268 little romance**
are pulverized under the iron wheel
of the monopoly. The men, of course,
do not mind the matter much, but th
poor little girls who have been permit
ting the teudrils of their affection tor
twino around the hearts of the errant
railroad men are awfully indignant. For
a time they could not understand the
sudden coolness of their adorers, who
ceased all along the line to laugh back
w hen the girls laughed at them, but now
that the order has become public they
are up in arms. A numerously circu
lated petition, signed by every unmar
ried female along the Hudson River,
betw-een the ages of eight and eighty,
has been addressed to the company, ask
ing that the odious restriction be taken
off the men, and threatening in the event
of refusal to boycott this line. The
sentiment is a unanimous one. There
is some feeling in the female heart which
the railroader particularly stirs. It is a
sentiment rather than a hope. They all
admit that the boys never marry—they
do not wish them to marry; they only
demand that, in the beautiful language
of the song, they shall smile as they
w r ere wont to smile.
Substitute for Rubber.
Mr. Sanders, of St. Petersburg, has
succeeded in producing from the heavy
oils of coaltar anew substance which, in
many cases, takes the place of India rub
ber with advantage. It is prepared in the
following manner: A given weight of a
mixture in equal parts of wood oil and
coal tar oil, or of coal tar aud hemp oil,
is heated for several hours, at a tempera
ture of about 318 degrees Fahrenheit, so
as to disengage the injurious substances
and increase the viscosity of the mass
until it may be drawn out in threads. A
second quantity, equal to the former, of
linseed oil, preferably thickened by boil
ing. is now added, and also from one
twentieth to one-tenth per cent, of ozo
kevit with a little spermaceti. In the
meanwhile the mass is kept at a uni
formly high temperature for some hour§,
when from one-fifth to one-half part of
sulphur per cent, is added after which
the product is molded or otherwise
worked in the same manner as India rub
ber. The proportions of the three oils
named above may be varied so as to ob
tain a harder or a more elastic substance,
as may be required. The product is
elastic aud tenacious, standing the
weather better than India rubber, and is
not deteriorated by great pressure or a
high temperature. It is said to be spec
ially suitable for the insulation of tele
graph wires, aud may be employed alone
or mixed with India rubber or similar
resinous substances.
A Horrible Ride.
A freight traiu broke away from the
control of the brakes while rushing down
at a mad rate a heavy grade on a New
Mexican mountain railroad. At the rate
of sixty miles an hour the engineer
jumped off and was landed seventy feet
away. The conductor in the caboose
at the rear, with Pawnee Charlie and
his squaw, cut the way-car loose and
held it with his brakes. But the brakes
men in the other cars had to lie flat on
top, and, for six miles, hang on for dear
life. While the engine was plunging
down the flight at a giddy speed, the
fireman crawled out on the foofc4>oard
and poked sand through the sand-box
thinkiug that it might give the wheels a
grip upon the rails. As the train sped
around a curve the velocity was so great
that the locomotive ran on one rail, and
came within au ace of losing its equilib
rium. But it escaped all perils and on
a long three-mile level it was at last
brought to a stand-still. It made Paw
nee Charley act like shake-knee Charley.
Thje tenor Campanini is pronounced
‘•perfectly splendid and just too awfully
too too for anything,” by the bang
wearing ladies of New York. --New Or
leans Picayune. Awfully too too
what? Campanini is a woealist not a
too tootist. But m Toots would say,
“ It’s of nq consequence.”— N, x\ Ooni
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