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r THE BUT W. N. BENirS, Editor and Proprietor. VOLUME IX. “LET THERE BE LIGHT.” BUTLEl?, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUKE 23, 1885. THE innermost room. The singer sang the world a song, And soon in every tender heart Its melody, sweet and stronc% ' Became a dear r.nd lastly p-*ri. But no one knew and no om - -.wed, ' That fron 'oremest jeJ and wrong ITis breaki.i 0 a art ha i learned thAotes That trembled into glorious song. A woman who from every cup Had drank life's glad and bitter streams Sat down an l wrote a wondrous talo, As sweet and bright ns fairy dreams. But no one kn?w an 1 no one caret! From what tumultuous sea of thought The soul in lonely voyages Its parable of life hod brought. The teacher with a burning heart, ^ tongu * as swift and hot ns flame, Led with a 'vise and tender heart The world into its highest aim. But no one ask *d and no one knew Through what fierce conflict day by day, He won the victory which cleared I or weaker hear. s tho higher way. For each soul has one inner room Wljere alone it seeks the grace To struggle with its sharpest woe, Its hardest destiny to face, To lift tho duty wheu it fears, To love, to trust, through every doom, And not the nearest, dearest heart. Goes with it to that inner room. SFOOPENDYKE’S PIE. ti “You won’t feel badly because it beats , ‘. Iy (1ear .” said Mr. Spoopendyke, yours?” said Mr. Spoopendyke, kindly. ° lu.s napkin and pushi- £ hischaij’ “You won’t cry?” and lie chucked her •*ack from the tabic, “my dear, you are j under the chin, and opened the stove- a pretty good housekeeper, and once in ! door cautiously to see how affairs were % while you contrive to cook up a fair i °‘ Ci d, but you have no business fooling of pie over puttering! Lead out the pan whom the gods would honor, and let’s see how the combination of hereditary intelligence and acquired brains will go when it’s cooked!” Mrs. Spoopendyke handed him a pie- pan into which he dropped his bottom crust, and then poured in the mince meat. “Got to lift your teelh pretty high to get around some of that meat,” he ob served as lie tried to poke the lumps into position with a stick. “I’m not sure whether mother used to grate the meat or crack it with a hammer, hut ‘ don’t make so much difference. It's the crust that talks, when you cuinv to con versation on pie. Now, you ffo this,” and lie marked out a sprig on the top crust with his thumb; “and when you get it on, thus, you pinch it around the edges, so. See? My mother used to have au old wheel out of a wooden clock, and she printed landscapes in holes all over the pie. But that isn’t necessary. It adds luster, but no dignity, to the performance. Now. we put it in the oven, this wise, and in a short time we will have accomplished results in the immediate line of pie.” u It is really wonderful how well you remember how your mother made them,” smiled Mrs. Spoopendyke. ■round a mince pie. pic, and that was my mother.” I thought this was nice,” returned Mrs. Spoopendyke. with just a little quiver resting on her lip. “I got it out of tiie cook book—” ? ... “And you’d better put it right back in the book as a warning to other ama teurs,” continued Mr. Spoopendyke. “I progressing. “I’ll try not to,” replied Mrs. Spoopen- Xhor*never was dyke, easting her eyes down, and sup pressing something that sounded like a sob. “Let’s see. You stick in a broom splint, don’t you, when you want to know if th< pie is done? Where’s your broom? Snow me the happy broom that is to be in.mortali7.ed by testing this grand apotseosis of picl” Mrs. Spoopendyke produced the pie you have been instrumental in cast ing upon the chilled charities of an un sympathetic world?” “I guess that pie can take care of it self,” suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, soothingly. “The next time I make one, I’ll try and have it just as your mother used to.” “You’ll fetch it!” roared Mr. Spoop endyke, stamping up and down the kitchen and slapping the flour off his coat. “You never had any trouble with things after I have shown you how! Some day I’ll pour lard in your car, and spice in your eye, and leave -yfta in the oven to reflect on how you’d like to he cut" off from intellectual social inter course, just because you ain’t half baked!” and Mr. Spoopendyke slammeA the door after him, and mounted the staircase with heavy tread. “I don’t care,” murmured Mrs. Spoop endyke, as she swept up the debris, “I don’t care. If that is the way his mother made pie, 1 don’t wonder it left a strong impression on his mind.” And with this charitable view of the s ituation, Mrs. Spoopendyke sat down to the consideration of whether she’d bet ter make a false train fer hor now black silk.—Drake's Magazine. CHINESE HOME LIFE. Coslmm-i and DrWi JLadies off China. ol the '.on t say that this is especially bad, only broom, and her husband, carefully se- it rioesn t meet with all the requirements lecting one 'f the splints, jabbed away of pie as they were instilled into mv at the uppercrust. young mind. You might work it on “It won’t go in,” he remarked, rather foundling hospitals that never had any dolefully, se eding another with similar mother, but it hasn’t the soul I used to 1 results. “The trouble is with thebroom. get out of pie when I lived at home.” 1 Haven't yoi got a broom that knows “How did your mother make the mince Something jfcout its business, or is this pies, dear?” asked Mrs. Spoopendyke. one oFthose brooms that won’t work?” If I knew what she used, perhaps I and he broke up several more splints in 'ould get up one of which you would a vain endeavor to penetrate the pie. '■at six slices instead of four.” And : “Hadn’t you better try the handle, with this purely feminine dig, Sirs, dear?" siurgeXed Mrs. Spoopendyke. poopendyke looked modestly down- “No, I hidn’t better try the handle, 'vard and began folding knife plentings dear!” mimuked Mr. Spoopendyke. in. the table cloth. j “Come out hire, and let’s see what’s the ‘•Come!” exclaimed Mr. Spoopendyke, occasion of tlis uncalled for resistance!’’ jumping impetuously from his chair, and Mr. Spoo>endyke hauied his pie out “If you’ve got the ingredients, I’ll show of the oven and fired it down on the you how to make a pie that will draw table.” “Gotan idea you’re going to be The Wind's Changes. That tho changing of the direction of the wind is due to the shifting of the situations of greatest heat upon the earth is substantially proved by the fact that in certain regions of the earth’s surface, where the situations of the greatest heat and cold do not alter the direction in which they lie to each other, the wind does not change, but always blows in the same direction from one day to another’ and all the year round. This occurs in the great open spaces of the ocean, where there is no land to get heated up by the sunshine of the day, and to get cool by! the scattering of the heat at night. In those spaces for a vast breadth of many hundred miles the sun shines down day after day upon the surface of the sea, heating the w ater most along the raid- ocean track which lies most immediately beneath its burning rays as it passes across from East to West. This midway track of the strongest sun shine crosses the wide ocean as a belt or zone, that spreads some way to either side of the equator. Throughout this midway track the cooler and heavier air on either hand drifts in from the North and from the South, and then rises up, as it bec’omes heated by the sun, where the two currents meet. In both instances, however, in consequence of the spinning round of the earth, the advancing wind acquires a Westward as well as a equa torial drift. The air-current, as it ap proaches the midway equatorial zone where the onward movement of the sea- , . , , , , | covered surface of the earth is performed Think yin re a sort of a bulwark I ... , .. , ., , ■ 1 with the velocity of a thousand miles an Mr. Spoopendyke led the way to the kitchen. “Where’s your chopping trav of American iberties and bound to re- I. ' ™"f ”* " . , , / 11 s - ... hour, does not immediately acquire this ■n<i the apples? Iqtch me the hand sent foreign intervention, don’t ye? , „ . , , , , , , „ b . .. ,’ J I full rate of speed, and lags back upon guuotine and the beef! Look alive now. M ell, vou am t; you re oulv a j ,, ... *... 1 ’ . I the ocean, so that it appears as a drift '»y tear,and we II startle the world with measly pie, aid you re going to. have!. , ... . „ , , ° toward the West as well as toward tho ■ C| ne revelations on the abstruse subject something stuik in ye, if it takes a cold j of mince pie!” chisel and a cinon!” and Mr. Spoopcn- * ‘ .... ..... , , , , i , • ... , , , , I On the north side of the equator the “Let me put this big towel around dyke stabbed it it with a fork, and then . ,, ”, , . , ., ... . , . wind blows all the year round from the ;our neck, so you won’t grease your with a choppilg-knife, without produc- .... .. , „ ... - , , . V* 7 . , . ' . i northeast, and on the south side from clothes,” suggested Mrs. Spoonendvke, mg the faintest impression. “I oil re up j . 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D . . . , . the southeast,.both in the Atlantic and nagging out a huge crash towel. in pic, what d’;c s pose is the matter with ! p Tll „ cn „„ “What’s that for?” demanded her hus- 'he thing?” h> asked, turning on his hand, contemplating it with no amount wife. » of favor. “Which end of the pie is that 1 “if I'd been your mother, I should thing supposed to have influence with? have put soup lard in the crust,” re- !f i make up my mind when I get turned Mrs. Spiokeudyke, complacently, through that this pie wants to lie shaved, “I don't knowhow you’re going toget I'll put on this skirt, hut in the mean- lard into a crisl that you can’t pene- ’.ime I want room for all mv limbs, tratc with a bayonet!” retorted Mr. Now.” he continued, as he dumped the beef and apples into the tray and went «t them vigorously with the chopping kDifc; “now you watch the proceci snu’.itoje.hpw this ,me jwgiin, bU^Saume proportions. ” “Didn't ytmr mother peel the apples Sp ouendyke, ipon whom it began to dawn Hint there " as a bitch somewhere. “I’ve almost forgotten how mother did ies to see if they were done.” •'Did. she ever try a club?” inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke, timidly. rr No, 3hc didn’t try a club!” roared before she chopped them?” asked Mrs. Mr. Spoopendyke. “Come hither, my Spoopendyke. quietly. gentle pie!” he howled, planting his fist “Eh!” ejaculated Mr. Spoopendyke, in the middle of the apparatus. “Listen slowing up a little and looking iulb the to the voice or the siren inquiringwithn!” tray distrustfully. “Of course not,’’and and he dropped it on the floor, and he resumed his labors with still morn planted his heel on it. “Front door energy. “If you did, there’s where you dosed for repairs; cutranceat the back!” made your mistake. I suppose you and he kicked the whole business to the peeled the beef, too, didn't ye? Though ceiling. I don’t know,” and lie stopped short «nd regarded his work attentively. “It strikes me this meat would chop finer if route one had dropped a pile drive? on “Your mother must have been very igorous for her age,” observed Mrs. poopendyke, calmly. “it’s those gasted lumps of meat,” It once or twice. Anyway, you don't snarled Mr. Spoopendyke, picking up want your meat too line, and I guess his pic, and examining its knocks and this will do,” and Mr. Spoopendyke set humps attentively. “I thought they'd the tray full of lumps on the table and melt when subjected to intense heat, rolled up his sleeves. I Anyway, the inside of that pie is all Pacific oceans. These steady and un changing ocean winds are called the trade winds, on account of the great ser vice they render to ships carrying mer chandise across these portions of the sea. In sailing from England to the Cape of Good Hope, through the entire length of the Atlantic ocean, ships, before they reach the equator, have to pass over a broad space, where strong winds are al ways blowing steadily from the north east. That is the region of the northeast trades. They then traverso a space near to the equator itself, where the northeast wind ceases to blow and where the air is very still and calm, and they afterward come to a region to the south of the equator, where strong winds are contin ually blowinf^froiu the southeast. That is the region ol the southeast trades.— Cassell's Magazine. “What will you have now, dear?’ quired his wife, tenderly. “Some flour and water,” replied Eskimo Dogs. Lieutenant Frederick i-chwatka says in at. Nicholas that hard as it may seem, the Eskimo dog never gets fed oftener than every other day, and generally about every third day; while in times of want and starvation in that terrible country of cold, the length of time these poor dogs will go without food seems beyond belief. I once had a fine team of nineteen fat Eskimo dogs that went six or seven davs i- right, if I could only get the lid off. j Got anything 1 can get under the edge ' between meals for three consecutive Mr. ' and lift the roof off this business? 1 feedings before they reached the jour- Spoopcndyke, cheerily. “It's the erust Giinme me that opener! Give way, now! ney s end and good food; and although of a pie that is its genius, and I’m going Whoop! Once more! ICi yah! All to- ! they all looked very thin, and were no to turn out a slab of pastry that will be gether, now! Whe-ec! There she j doubt very weak, none of them died; a monument to the artist who is weav- comes!” And the crust gave way, re- j and yet they had been traveling and drag ing this job. Gimme the flour and water. 1 vealing chunks of beef and apple par- rshile I feel as one upon whom the spirit ings, half cooked, and still steaming. •' a successful pie rests visibly^” “I suppose your mother put in the Mrs. Spoopendyke brought the spices after the hired man had wrenched material and once more resumeu . pro- the pie open,” remarked Mrs. Spoopen- iation of pupil to the exercises. j dyke, solemnly. “Anything else, dear?” she asked, as “Y'ou do, do ye?” squealed Mr. Sjioop- Mr. Spoopendyke wet down his flour endyke, squatting down and resting his anil jammed bi- Ists in the paste. hands on his knees, while he grinned^ in “Nothin'- Y.t p.ofound Bilcncc,” re- his wife’s face. “Thtft lump of quick- *ortcd her husband. “The chief trouble : silver you call your mind, has got around with the crust, to your pie is that you to where it transacts the supposing busi- allow your attention to be distracted ness, has it? P’raps you don't like the from it at the critical moment. I, on pie! I s’pose you’ve got some fashionable ihc contrary, will stop boxing j notion that you don’t care to associate this overcoat for that nnnee meat just at with this pie! Well, you needn’t. I ?ne second it reaches flakir.ess.” and he doiy’t force unpleasant acquain- e’ammed in more flour and plunged timees on my wife! I believe again into his ambitious efforts in the j in making home a paradise, I do! Go •wav of crust. “There!”siid he when he i forth, pie!” and he shied it through the bad fought it to the consistency of sand i window, glass, sash and all. “That suit and mucilage and rolled it out into two you?” he veiled. “Does your moral na- thick. chunks. . “There is the triumph] ture feel relieved by the absence of the ging a heavy sledge for a great part of the time. Other travelers among the Es kimo have given equally wonderful ac counts of their powers of fasting. The Eskimo have many times of want and deprivation, and then their poor dogs must suffer very much. But when they are fed every other day on good fat wal. rus meat, and they do not have much hard work to do, they will get as fat and saucy and playful as your own dogs with three meals a day. One of the very best things you would imagine to be good for them is the best food they get; that is, tough walrus hide, about an inch in thickness tnd as wiry as sole leather. Give your team dogs a good meal of this before they start, take along a light sup ply of it for them, and you can be gone a couple Df weeks on a trip; when you get back, feed them up well, and they will be as fat and strong as over in a very few days. Far less mysterious and poetical turn the veiled women of the Mediterranem Orient—Turkish, Egyptian, Syrian, Mo resque, Arabian—the great Chinese ladies lead, nevertheless, an indoor life, beyond the reach of vulgar eyes or public con tact. When they do go out, they are always accompanied by numerous ser vants, the palanquin is entirely closed up, its windows are covered with cur tains of unpenetrable gauze, one cannot even distinguish the shape of the woman within the palanquin—which is always decorated with the insignia of the priv ileged class. A mandarin's wife must not show her self under risk of being sullied by the gaze of the populace. She shares the honors of her husband, gives parties in her own house, visits her female friends, but the street is forbidden her. In the house of the rich mandarins there nre always several courts—little open yards—through which one has to pass before reaching the female apart ments, which are always separated from those of the men. The married people alone occupy the same room; every other member of the family must occupy a separate room. The most luxurious Chinese upholstery and furniture never invites one to idle repose, in fact the best furnished house is barely comfortable. The lied has no spring; but has a number of little cotton mattresses covered with silk; and padded counterpanes which are rolled up in one mass during the day. Such a bed repre sents a perfect square, covered like a catafalque. The lighter furniture, of a very handsome hard wood, are stiff-look ing; the tables are usually heavy, mas sive, solid; but I have seen some light ones made of bamboo. A Chinese parlor always looks like a council hall. Against the center of the wall at the further end, a divan is always placed, covered with very thin mat tresses. At cither side is a row of chairs; and on the floor beside each chair is a magnificent porcelain vase—precisely the same as those Chinese vases we use for mantelpiece ornaments—these vases are used simply as spittoons. Lanterns symmetrically disposed, fill the parlor with a pale light. Nothing ever appears disturbed, or even anima ted, in these vast and glacial rooms dur ing winter. Painfully the Chinese la dies move their little feet over the slippery floors, or over strips of Pekin carpet. Chinese ladies wear robes of silk of any or every color; their frightful little feet protrude from the legs of a straight pair of satin pantaloons—much like the European garment in form. The custom of martyrizing the feet always affects the legs, which invaribly become thin, atrophied or deformed. Little feet are not aamitted to the im perial court. Only the daughters of Tartar generals arc admitted to the em peror’s palace: and these are never sub jected to the torture of having their feet deformed. '* The hair of the Chinese women is thick, black, smooth, without ever a gleam in it—dead black. This is one of the things which I do not admire In them; but it is a distinct characteristic of the race. The Chinese women love their chil- ] dren; and arc much loved and respected by them. Tho story about Chinese in- 1 fants being thrown into the river is pure humbug. The affection shown to their children by the women of the lower classes is often very touching; thev carry them strapped to their shoulders even while at work. It must not be supposed that one Chinese woman exactly resembles an other Chinese woman—it is just as ra tional to say that all French women look alike. __ The race-type is the same; but the physiognomy is very different. I have seen line aquiline noses, long or oval faces. But all these women have bright, intelligent, decided, energetic features. Their costume is simple, very graceful; and some little jewel of jade always glimmers in the ear, or on the swarthy arm. The working woman runs, goes every where. She has the bold, brusque man ner of the person who is wholly self-de pendent., and is conscious of her force to do and dare. She is the exact counter part of the aristocratic lady who stag gers about on her little feet. A good example of Chinese high life is shown by the fact t> it if anyone asks what sort of a woman some great man darin has marned, the answer is always g : ven, with an air of shocked surprise: “Oh! a woman with little feet, of course l” That is to .say he has not married beneath him. Fin. There’s no such word as fail.” Tt I.» mollified into assignment.—Middletown Pistes. There is hope for dudes. A French scientist claims to manufacture artificial trains. A ring around the moon is a sign of nin, and a ring around the eye is a sign oiblow.—Boston Post. There is a woman in Pekin, III., who has finger nails aa inch in length. Her husbaid (Toes not-tthjgS^to any club.— Boston Post. '”*9 “If bets come after you,” says an ex change, “grind still, with head bowed.” Thatls a pretty way to give ini Swing your hat and rcn.—Burlington Free Press. ^ The. bee's legs are said to be vory pow- erfuL mt can draw twenty times the weight of its body. We always supposed a bee’s strongest point was in its tail.— Graphic. A scientific gentleman in London is tiying to produce cats without tails. This should not be a very difficult un. dertaking if he has a good sharp cleaver —Siftings. I want to know why it is that when a baby is clean and nicely dressed it won't come to me; but when he is covered with taffy and bread and butter it in sists upon climbing all over me.—Brook lyn Times. An Illinois man sneezed a bullet out of his nose the other day. Those fellows who will persist in looking into the muz zles of their guns to see if they are loaded must suffer the consequences.— Burlington Free Press. The grandson of a celebrated poet ha3 been arrested for stoaling chickens. The old man took to poetry,while the grand son took to poultry. Some persons re gard one crime about as reprehensible as the other.—Norristown IleraM. r~ It is said that a person “can do almost anything he wants Jo on roller skates with sufficient practice.” The trouble is, however, that he does - so many things he doesn’t want to in acquiring the practice.—Norristcwn Herald. A Sunday-school teacher asked a little girl o! her class if she hud been baptized. “Yes,” said the little girl, “two times.” Two timeb! Why, how could that be?” exclaimed the teacher. “It didn’t take the first ti^e,” 6aid the little girl.—In dependent. * ttILWAtKE£’S SOLD BUBGLAR. Compelling a Woman to Give him he* money and Escort him Over the House. Another burglary, similar to that at the Bay residence was perpetrated at the residence of George H. Atwell, 231 Twenty-fourth street, Milwaukee. The burglar effected an entrance by cutting . ouf a pane of glass in the rear door. The first intimation any of the house hold had of his presence was when Mrs. Atwell was wakened by a noise in her room. Opening her eyes she saw a masked man standing by the foot of the bed. He demanded her money, which she gave him to the amount of (20. Mrs. Atwell was then compelled to arise and escort the thief over the house. Passing the door of her danghter’s room, the man started to enter when Mrs. Atwell said; “There is no one but a servant in there.” “Who is the other young lady ?” was the sharp inquiry. “My daughter.” “I thought so,” replied the burglar. “I was in there before.” Being informed that there were three men in the house, the visitor coolly responded that he knew it. In the children’s room he was on the point of taking a small sum of money, when Mrs. Atwell told him that it belonged to the children. “In that case, as I love little children, I will leave it,” was the polite reply, and he did. Daring the half hour in whioh the robber looked over the house he in formed his trembling companion that he was the person who entered Mr. Bay’s house a few evenings before. When about to depart he asked Mrs. Atwell to come down and close the door. She asked to be excused, whereupon he turned and inquired if he had not treated her well. “I don’t know whether you have or not. I have not had time to think,” was the reply. “When you do have time I think you will acknowledge that I have. Good night,” and he disappeared. Daring all this time three men were asleep on the floor on whioh Mrs. Atwell’s bedroom is situated. Fearful of the consequences, she did not awaken them, while the burglar neces sarily was equally particular. He went away comparatively empty-handed, the result of hiB foray being the $20 Mrs. Atwell gave him, a silver watoh, and a pair of bracelets, the total value being bnt little over $100. The Musician. It is a noble thing to blend the colors of the rainbow on the canvas, but a yet greater thing to give to the world the treasure and art of music, by which wc represent the singing of,the birds in the trees, the cooing of the infant in its mother’s arms, the song of the laborer, the voice of mirth, the solemn chant in the sanctuary and cathedral, and more and more men find the musician a bene factor. Unconsciously, mayhap, he sifts .and sows his influence in society. The music of a great and a loving soul is distributed to the hearts and souls of others.—Bee. H. VI Beecher. “A good man never dies,” savs m philosopher. If that is the ease we shan’t waste any more money on phy- -icuos,—Philadelphia Gall, Norwegian Snow Skates. It is very singular that the ingenious race that devised the toboggan did not cut it in quarters lengthwise and make skees from it, and stilt more singular that the lun-loving Canadians have not seen the possibilities that lie in a long, narrow, wooden runner, for straightaway work in the open. The fact is. however, that in America the skee is in common use as yet only in the California mountains, where it was introduced in the days of ’49, and where it is still used by snow-bound miners nnd mountaineers for purposes of business and pleasure. These skates are as broad as the foot, but six or eight feet long and pointed before. They are covered with sealskin, so that the smooth grain turns backwnrd toward the heels. In construction the skee varies con siderably in different localities. For or dinary use six or seven seet in length, and hot exceeding seven inches in width, is a fair average, but they are sometimes made ten or twelve feet long and two and n-half inches wide. Individual pref erences differ regarding skees as regard ing everything else. The sole sealskin, cited above is useful only in going up hill, and tends rather to check speed on a level, j The thickness is from one to one and a- half inches at the foot rest, and is tapere to a-half inch at the ends. The fore ej is turned up about four inches from ground, and usually its extreme end pointed. With these snow skates tho Norwegians slide about on the snow ae easily as they can upon the ice and faster than a horse can go, and it seem9 to be well established that fifty or sixty miles a day on a tolerably clear traok is not extraordinary speed, while important messages have sometimes been carried as much as L50 miles in a day from the in tenor toward the coast, where, of course, the prevailing slope was favorable. The Spider and the Fly. One day an Artificial Trout Fly was reposing on a window sill, when its attention was attracted by a Loud buz zing. On looking down, the Artificial Fly noticed a Natural Fly struggling tc free Itself from a cobweb that stretcheC from the piazza to a Limb of the roe^-r Q bush. - - Itsstruggles were in vain,/ and befon it could get one foot free/ the lazy old Spider iiad made a Merfl of it. In a few moments another Fly wc caught, and disposed of in Short order This arons«d the Righteous Indignatioe of the Trout Fly. “I shall go down and let the Spide eat me; I should be as Happy to be de voured by a Spider as a Trout.” So th| Artificial Fly managed to drop right inti the Middle of the web. and couldn’t helj smiling when the Spider came amblin, down as Gracefully as though perform ing on a tight rope. But in a second more the Spider got the hook that irm Concealed beneath the Fly right in thi Stomach, and his wife was immediately a Widow. The Moral of this little fable teachei us that, no matter how Strong we are we should never undertake the destruc tion of a Small Victim, without firs measuring him to ascertain if he may no be Larger than he looks Puck. Disguised Whisky. The Natchez (Miss.) Democrat says: We are told that a countryman came into town to get his usual supplies from his advancing merchant, and after he had laid in the necessary food supplies he ordered a gallon of fine whisky. The liquor was duly drawn, poured into a jug, and the jug placed on the counter before the customer. The latter asked the m^ghant to seal the jug. The latter accordingly did so, bnt all the time wondering why the purchaser was so particular, but said nothing. When the sealing process was over the customer made still another request in reference to the jng. Said he to the storekeeper: “Will you now please draw a pint of coal oil and pour it over that jug?” The dealer* could no longer restrain his curiosity, and made bold to ask the buyer what he wanted that “Well, I’ll tell yon,” said the man. “You see, my two town with me, and there’s ticker in a droi B-' diffused organism in uature^^^^^pizc with which we are definitr^^^^aint*d 1 i» so small that 50,000,OOO^H^em could lie together in 1.100 square ii An English journahhas a long alarmist article on the probable climatic effect of cutting the Isthmus of Panama canal and thus diverting tho Gulf stream. It draws a picture of reindeer again being hunted on . the Riviera and walruses playing on an ice wall around uninhab ited England. One.of the remarkable things which botanists tell us is that we have more plants of the Japanese flora than Eu rope has, nnd that even the Pacific coast of America has fewer than are And on tho Atlantic slope^ A few American plants may have reached Europe by natural means, but in the main the course of plant migration has been from the Old World to us—from west to east. Some of the researches lately made by English explorers in regard to deep-sea beds have led to the belief that there are no rough ridges, abrupt chasms nor baro rock, and that the sea bottom at great depths is not affected by currents or streams—ever by those of the magnitude of the Gulf Stream—its general appear ance rather reaembling that of the Amer ican prairies, and it is everywhere cov ered by a kind of mud. - Dr. M. E. Wadsworth finds that the assumption that the earth has “a hetero geneous viscid, elastic, liquid interior, irregularly interlocked with and grad ually passing into a lighter heterogen eous crust,” accords better with geologi cal facts than any other of the various hypotheses thus far advanced. Contrac tions and upheavals of the crust, resem bling in their effects what is sometimes seen in ice, would satisfactorily explain volcanic and earthquake phenomena. To confirm other experience of tropical thunderstorms, Mr. J. J. Meyrick reports that very few persons or buildings are injured in the plains of India, although, at the commencement of the monsoon, storms occur in which the lightning runs like all over the sky at (he rate of thnl^Wfour flashes a second, and the thunder often roars without a break for an hour or more at a time. lie supposes the rarity of accidents to the great thick- r ‘be stratum of heated air and its keeping the clouds so high that the electrical discharges pass iud to cloud and very few reach Confirmation of this view is abservatien that in moun- ^ climates, where the Fearer to the earth’s sur face, much greater damage is done by lightning. Sketch o( Lard Wolseley. Lord Wolseley, commandcr-in-chicf of tho British forces in the Soudan, was born in county Dublin, Ireland. 1833. His full name is Garnet Joseph Wolseley. Entering the British army in 1852, he served in Burmah, in_ the Crimea, Indl?i Cl A pair of pants- A dentist is J a pull-it. Man is li, he will When j came tl] Many comes sJ Great! require . Can the a clothes h^ let in. Miss fortufl they get marr!l a hit. — Texas SM “A soft answd_ but a stout kick it.—Pittsburg ChrouH Aeronauts are often^ up with their profession? housebreakers.—Boston Till When the philosophic qentlen Attends the roller rink And pensively sits down, my son, Does he sit down to think.' -• —Hatched A new magazine is called the Wa Age. This is unfortunate. It will! become generally known.—New Journal. “Only a match box,” remarked Fogg at the theatre the other night, referring to the seats where the young lovers sat.— Boston Transcript. A poet says: “’Tis more brave tej live than to die.” That’s the reusoi^ poets send their effusions by mail to th>, editor.—New York Journal. . “A good name is better than tons of gold,” says Cervantes. We don’t know about that. We hove never .bad more than one ten of gold at a time.—Graphic. “Were you at the ball last night?” asked Jones of his friend Brown. “Y'ou bet I was at the bawl,” replied Brown, “and I stayed all night. Baby had tho colic.”—Texas Siftings. . When the man told his landlady she fed him wooden biscuits, she didn’t get mad. oh,no, she smiled and told him board was so cheap that—the story is too aad to conclude.—Merchant- Traceler. A farming exchange says: “A fair averaee profit for a hen seems to range from $1.50 to $2 a year.” If a hen cad make a profit of $1.50 to ?2 a year she ’ to lay up something.— he thumb a if York
