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From My Arm-Chair.
TO THK CHILDBKN OF CAJffBBITXiR,
Who presented to me, od my seventy-eeoand
hirthdsy, Febrnary 27,1879, this chair, made
from the wood of the village blacksmith's
chestnut tree.
Ara Ia king, that I should call my own
This splendid ebon throne V
Or by what reason, or what right divine,
Can I proclaim it mine?
Only, perhaps, by right divine of song
It may to me belong;
Only because the spreading chestnut tree
Of old was sung by me.
Well I remember it in all its prime,
When in the summer time,
The affluent foliage of its branches made
A cavern of cool shade.
There by the blacksmith’s forge, beside the
street,
Its blossoms white and sweet
Enticed the bees, until it seemed alive,
And murmured like a hive.
And when the winds of autumn, with a shout,
Tossed its great anus about,
The shining chestnuts, bursting from the
sheath,
Dropped to the ground beneath.
And now some fragments of its branches bare,
Shaped as a stately chair,
Have by my hearthstone fonnd a home at last,
And whisper of the past.
The Danish king could not, in all his pride,
liepel the ocean tide,
But, seated in this chair, I can in rhyme
801 l back the tide of time.
see again, as one in vision sees,
The blossoms and the bees,
And bear the children’s voioes shout and call,
And the brown chestnuts fall.
I see the smithy with its fires aglow,
I hear the bellows blow;
And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat
The iron white with heat!
And thus, dear children, have ye made for mo
This day a jubilee,
And to my more than threescore years and ten
Brought back my youth again.
The heart hath its own memory, like the mind,
And in it are enshrined
The precious keepsakes, into which are wrought
The giver's loving thought.
Only yonr love and your remembrance could
Give life to this dead wood,
Aud make those branches, leafless now so long,
Blossom again in song,
—Henry W. Longfellow.
UNDER A CLOUD.
“ Did yon ever seea sadder face?”
It was the remark of a lady to her
friend, as Mrs. Loring passed her win
dow, Mrs. Loring had ridden out for
the first time for months ; not now of
her own choice, bnt in obedience to the
solicitation of a friend, and the positive
. command of her physician. She was in
deep sorrow, refusing all corafort.
Heavy clouds were in her sky—black
clouds, through which not a ray of sun
shine penetrated.
“ Fever, "answered the friend, while
a shade caught from Mrs. Loring's
countenance flitted across her own face.
“Who can she be?” •
“ Didn't yon recognize her? ”
“No. The countenance was, to me,
that of a stranger.”
“ I can hardly wonder that it shonld
he so,” aaid the friend, “ for she is sadly
changed. That was poor Mrs. Loring,
who lost, her two children last winter
from scarlet fever.”
“Mrs. Loring!” The lady might
well look surprised. “ Borrow has in
deed done a fearful work there. Bnt is
it right thus to sit under a cloud ? right
thus to oppose no strong barrier to the
waters of affliction that go sweeping
over tie sonl, marring all its beauty? ”
“ It is not right,” was the answer.
“ The heart that sits in darkness, brood
ing over its loss, sorrows with a selfish
sorrow. The clouds that shut out the
snn are exhalations from its own stag
nant surface. It makes the.all-perv.ad
itig gloom by which it is surrounded.
I pity Mrs. Loring, unhappy sufferer
that she is; but my pity for her is al
ways mingled with a desire to speak
sharp rebuking words, in the hope to
agitate the slumberous atmosphere in
which she is enveloped like a shroud.”
“I wonder,” remarked the other,
“ that her husbaud permits her to
brood so long in idle grief over the in ■
evitable.”
“Husbands,” was replied, “have
often the least salutary influence over
their wives when bowed with affliction.
Some men Lave no patience with dis
plays of excessive grief in women, and
aye, therefore, more ignorant than chil
dren in regard to its treatment Such a
man is Mr. Loring. All that he does
or says, therefore, only deepens the
encompassing shadow. A wise, un
selfish man, with a mind to realize some
thing of his wife’s true state, and a
heart to sympathize her, will always
lead her from beneath the clonds of
sorrow upward to the cLeerful heights
upon which the sunshine rests. If she
shows unwillingness to be led; if she
oonrts the shadows and hide in the gloom
of her own dark repinings, he does not
become impatient. He loves her with
too unselfish a love for this. And so he
brings light to her on his own counte
nance, the sunshine of even affected
cheerfulness that penetrates the murky
atmosphere in which she sits, and warms
her heart with its genial radiance.
Thus he wooes her with sunny gleams
from the clear sky that yet bends over
her, and that will make all again bright
and beautiful on the earth of her spirit,
if she will but lift herself above the
clouds. It is the misfortune of Mrs.
Loring that she is not blessed with such
a husband. ”
The subject of this conversation hail
on that morning yielded to the solicita
tions of one of her nearest friends, and
with great reluctance consented to go
out with her in her carriage.
“I shall be much better at home,”
she objected to the urgent appeal of her
friend. ‘’This quiet suits me. The
stillness of my own chamber accords
best with my feelings. The glare and
bustle of the busy streets will only dis
turb me deeper . I know it is kindness
in von; bnt it is a mistaken kindness.”
To reason with her would have been
Useless, and so reason was not attempted.
"I have come prepared to hear no
objections,” was the firm answer. “The
doctor savs that you are injuring vour
health, and must go out. So get vour
self readv.”
“Health—life even! What are they
to me? I have nothing to live for!” was
the gloomy responses. “Come quickly
the time when 1 shall lay me down and
sleep in peace.”
“A woman, and nothing to live for?
One of God’s intelligent creatures, and
nothing to live for!”
There was so much rebuke in the tone
with which this was offered that Mrs.
Loring was partly aroused thereby.
“Come I Let us see whether there
be not something to live for. Come !
you must go with me this morning.”
So decisive was the lady's manner so
impelling the action of the will—that
Mrs. Loring fonnd herself unable to re
sist ; and so with reluctance that was not
ooucealed, she made her preparations to
go out In due time she was ready,
and, descending with her friend, took’a
seat in her carriage and was driven away.
Houses, trees, public buildings, swept
like a moving panorama before her eyes,
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By T. L. GANTT,
and though familiar objects glassed
themselves therein, they failed to
awaken the slightest interest. The sky
was clear, and the bright sunshine lay
everywhere; bnt her heart still sat under
a cloud, and folded around itself gloom
for a mantle. Her friend talked to her,
calling her attention every little while to
some new palace home, or to some
glimpse of rural beauty which the eye
caught far in the distance. But all was
vain; the mourner’s slender form still
shrunk back among the cushions, and
her face wore its saddest aspect.
Suddenly the carriage drew up before
a neat looking house of moderate size,
with a plat of ground in front, wherein
were a verdant square and borders of
well-tended flowers. Ere Mrs. Loring
had time to ask a question the coach
man was at the door.
“Why do you stop here?” she in
quired.
1 I wish to make a brief calk Come!
you must go in with me.”
Mrs. Loring shook her head in a posi
tive way, and said “ no ” still more posi
tively.
“ You will meet no light votary of
fashion here, my friend,” said the lady,
“ but one who has suffered like your
self. “Come!"
But Mrs. Loring shrunk farther back
in the carriage.
“It is now only three months since
she followed to their mortal resting
place two precious little ones, the last
of her flock, that, scarcely a year ago,
numbered four. I want you to meet
her. Sisters in sorrow, you cannot but
feel drawn toward each other by cords
of sympathy.” f
Mrs. Loring shook her head impera
tively.
“No—no! I do not wish to see her.
I have grief enough of my own without
sharing in that of others." Why did you
bring me here ?” There was something
like anger in the voice of Mrs. Loring.
“Six months, nearly, have passed
since God took your children to Him
self, and time, that softens grief, has
brought to you at least some healing
leaves. The friend I wish to visit—a
friend in humble life—is sorrowing with
as deep a sorrow, that is yet bnt three
months old. Have you no word to
speak to her ? Can you not, at least,
mingle a tear with her tears ? It may
do you both good. But I do. not wish to
urge a selfish reason. Bear up with
womanly fortitude under your own
sorrow, and seek to heal the sorrow of a
sister, over whosd heart are passing the
waters of affliction. Come, my friend !”
Mrs. Loring, so strongly urged, step
ped out upon the pavement. She did
so with a reluctance that was almost un
conquerable. Oh, how earnestly she
wished herself back in the shadowy
solitude of her own home.
“ Is Mrs. Adrian at home ?” was in
quired of the tidy girl who came to the
door. The answer being in the affirma
tive, the ladies entered and were shown
into a small bnt neat sitting-room, on
the walls of which were portraits, in
crayon, of four as lovely children as
ever the eyes looked upon. The sight
of these sweet young faces stirred the
waters of sorrow in the heart of Mrs.
Loring, and she hardly restrained her
tears. While yet her pulses throbbed
with a quicker beat, the door opened
and a woman entered, on whose rather
pale face was a smile of plqpsant wel
come.
“ My friend, Mrs. Loring,” such was
the introduction, “of whom I have
spoken to you several times.”
The smile did not fade from the coun
tenance of Mrs. Adrian, but its expres°
sion changed as she took the hand of
Mrs. Loring and said:
“ I thank you for your kindnessgin
calling.”
Mrs. Loring scarcely returned the
warm pressure with which her hand
was taken. Her lips moved slightly
but no word found utterance. Not the
feeblest effort at a responsive smile was
visible.
“We have have both been called to
pass through the fire,” said Mrs. Adri
an, iu more subdued tones, though the
smile still played around her lips.
“ Happily, One walked with us when
the flames were fiercest, or wo must
have been consumed. ”
It was now that her voice reached the
heart of Mrs. Loring. The eyes of the
selfish woman dropped to the floor, .and
her thought was turning in upon itsplf.
In the smile that hovered about the lips
of Mrs. Adrian she had seen only indif
ference, not a sweet resignation. The
words just spoken, bnt more particular
ly the voice that gave them utterance,
unvailed to her the sorrow of a kindred
sufferer, who would not let the voice of
wailing disturb another’s ear, nor the
shadow of her grief fall upon a spirit al
ready under a cloud, The drooping
eyes of Mrs. Loring were raised, with a
half wondering expression, to the face
of Mrs. Adrian. Still hovered the smile
about those pale lips ; but its meaning
was no longer a mysifcry ; the smile was
a loving effort to send light and warmth
to the heart of a grieving B'ster. From
the face of Mrs. Adrian the eye of Mrs.
Loring wandered to the portraits of her
children on the wall.
“ All gone 1” The words fejl from
Mrs. Loring’s lips almost involuntarily.
She spoke from anew impulse—pity for
a sister in sorrow.
“All,” was answered. “They were
precious to me—very precious—but God
took them.”
A slight huskiness vailed her voice.
“ Beautiful children 1” Mrs. Loring
still gazed on tire portraits. “ And all
taken in a year. Oh how did you keep
your heart’from breaking ?”
“ He who laid upon me so heavy a
burden gave me strength to bear it,”
was the low reply.
“ I have found no strength in a like
affliction,” said Mrs. Loring sadly.
“No strength! Have you sought
sustaining power ?” Mrs. Adrian spoke
with a winning earnestness.
“I have prayed for comfort, but none
came,” said Mrs. Loring, sadly.
“ Praying is well; but it avails not,
unless there be also doing.
“ Doing?”
“ Yes, the faithful doing of our duty.
Sorrow has no antidote like this.”
Mrs. Loring gazed intently upon the
face of her monitor.
“When the last heavy stroke fell upon
my heart,” continued Mrs. Adrian.
shattering it, as it earned, to pieces,
I lay for a little while stunned, weak
and 'almost helpless. Bnt as soon as
thought began to run clear, I said to
myself: ‘ls there nothing for my hands
to do, that yon lie here idle ? Is yours
the only suffering spirit in the world ?’
Then I thought of my husband's sorrow,
which he bore so silently and manfully,
striving to look away from his own
grief that he might bring comfort to
me. *ls it not in my power to lessen
for him the gloom of our desolate house
hold ?' I asked of myself. I felt that it
was ; and when next he returned home
at the day's decline I met him, not with
a face of gloom as before, bnt with as
cheerful a countenance as it was in my
r>wer to assume. I had my reward ;
saw that I had lightened his burden ;
and from that moment half the pressure
of mine was removed. Since then I
have never suffered my heart to brood
idly over its grief; but in daily duties
sought the strength that never is given
to those who fold tbeir hands in fruitless
: inactivity. The removal of my children
| lightened all home duties, and'took away
objects of lovejthat I felt must be in a
measure restored. I had the mother’s
heart still. And so I sought out a
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motherless little one, and gathered her
j into the fold of my love. Ah, madam !
, this is the best balsam for the bereaved
and bleeding affections that I can tell of.
To me it has brought comfort and re
conciled me to losses, the bare anticipa
tion of which once made me beside my
self with fear. Sometimes, as I sit with
the tender babe I now call my own rest
ing on my bosom, a thought of heaven
goes pleasantly through my mind, and I
picture to myself the mother of this
adopted child as the loving guardian of
Imy own babes, now risen into the
; spiritual kingdom of our Father. I can
not tell you what a thrill of delight such
thoughts at times awaken !”
Mrs. Loring bowed her head upon her
bosom and sat in silence for some mo
ments. Then she said:
“ You have read me a lesson from
which I hope to profit. No wonder my
heart has ached on with nndiminirihed
pain. I have been selfish in my grief.
‘There is nothing now to live for,’ I
have repeated to myself over and over
again, until I believed the words.”
“ Nothing to live for !” Mrs. Adrian
spoke in a surprised voice. “In the
image and likeness of God .we were all
made; and if we would have the lost
beauty restored, we must imitate God
in our lives. He loves every one with
a divine tenderness, and is ever seeking
to bless us. If we would be like Him,
we must love each other and seek each
other’s good. He has given us the
ability to impart blessings, and made
true happiness to depend on the exer
cise of this ability; and if we fold our
hands and sit in idle repinings, happi
ness is not possible. How fully have I
proved this!”
“ And, God helping me, I will prove
the opposite,” said Mrs. Loring, speak
ins; from the warmth of anew impulse.
“Long enough have I been sitting
under a cloud.”
“While the bright sun shone far
above in the clear heavens,” added the
friend, with a smile of encouragement.
“ May we see this babe you have
called your own ?” said Mrs. Loring.
The little one was brought, and, as
she lay tenderly clasped to the bosom
of her new mother, giving even more of
blessedness than she received, Mrs.
Loring, after her lips had to-’ched, with
a lingering pressure, the pure forehead,
said:
“ Your action has been wiser and bet
ter than mine, and you have had your
reward. While the waters of love have
grown stagnant in my heart, sending Up
murky exhalations to darken my sky,
yours have been kept sweet and pure to
mirror the bending heavens. I thank
you for the lesson.”
She wore a different face on returning
home than when she went forth so re
luctantly. There was a rift in the over
shadowing clouds, and a few rays of sun
shine came warmly down. Even the in
ception of good purposes had moved the
long-pulseless waters, and the small
ripples on the surface were catching the
light.
A few weeks of unselfish devotion to
the life duties awaiting her hand on all
sides wrought a wonderful change in
Mrs. Loring. In seeking to be useful
to others, her heart was comforted ; and
when into that heart, ever yearning with
a mother’s undying love, a babe left
helpless and frieudless in the world was
taken, the work of consolation was com
pleted. She sat under a cloud no longer.
Above her arched the beautiful sky,
bright through the cheerful day ; and
when the night of grief for the loss of
her precious one returned, as it would
return at intervals, a thousand stars
made beautiful the azure firmament.
Scenes on the Levees at Sew Orleans.
Edward King writes as follows in the
Boston Journal: If one were to judge
-simply by the appearance of the levees
along the Mississippi river, as he enters
New Orleans from Mobile, he would
think the town enjoyed a full tide of
prosperity. Dozens of long, dark-bod
ied steamers from England, from Nor
way, Irom Russia, and scores of ships
from each of those countries are loading
with cotton. The tall white steamers
from the upper waters of the Missis
sippi and from the dozen great streams
tributary to it stand ranged in rows like
impatient steeds, foaming at their fiery
nostrils with anxiety to depart. An
army of whites and blacks scurries from
steamboat to cotton-press or broker’s
office, from ship to shore, from dancing
boat to crowded wharf, “ roust
abouts ” sing and shout in their peculiar
and almost incomprehensible dialect, as
they dexterously handle the “ cotton
hooks.” The lines of mules pass sober
ly, with the hot sun glistening on their
backs, which have long since become
impervious to any sensations except
those produced by severest beatings.
Draymen urge their mules to gallop
j through sloughs of raud, and the wan-
I derer on the levees is quite sure to come
away well spattered and covered with
i little tufts of cotton. John Bull’s rosy
i face and shapely form is seen here, in
I sharp contrast with the saturnine fea
! tures of the planter from up river.
Everybody is talking cotton, shouting
cotton, breathing cotton, for the dainty
white fibers float in the air. Morgan’s
Louisiana and Texas railroad, a line as
yet incomplete, bnt running to boats
which ply on the gulf, has hundreds of
; ears scattered on the levees. Here are
types which you never see save on the
Mississippi river, the active, devil-may
! care, laborious boatmen, who have
rough struggles all their lives, and
some of whom die violent deaths, but
who are thoroughly in love with their
amphibious existence, and could not be
persuaded to change it for anything
| else. Men from far Arkansas' head
waters, from the muddy bluffs of Mis
.souri, from the fat lands of “Egypt,”
from the water-invaded plantations of
Mississippi and Tennessee, are huddled
together, discussing the latest political
excitement, or the price of the staple
in which they all trade. They are all of
j one mind as to general politics, but
local matters allow of hundreds of
points of difference, none of which do
they fail to improve. Sometimes discus
sions become violent, but this is rarely
the case in New Orleans, between ren
tlemen. I doubt if there is another
point on the globe which can furnish
so interesting, animated and peculiar a
spectacle as may be seen here on a
Saturday afternoon, when packet after
packet moves away majestically and
ascends the enormous stream, leaving
behind her a vast trail of smoke, and
when the wharves are thronged with
agents, passengers and laborers.
Curious Russian Customs.
It is a curious thing that among the
Russians the father and mother of an
infant not only cannot stand as sponsors
; to it, bnt they are not allowed to be
present at its baptism. The godfather
and godmother, by answering for the
child, become related to it and to each
other, and a lady and gentleman who
have stood as sponsors to the same child
' are not allowed to marry each other.
In christening, the priest takes the
child, which is quite naked, and, hold
it by the head, so that his thumb and
finger stop the orifices of the ears, he
dips it thrice into the water; he cuts off
a small portion of the hair, which he
twists up with a little wax from the
tapers, and throws it into the font;
then, anointing the baby’s breast, hands
and feet with the holy oil, and making
the sign of the cross with the same on
j the forehead, he concludes by a prayer
1 and benediction.
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MAY 2, 1879.
TIMELY TOPICS.
A curious display of folly and stub
bornness on the part of a Russian noble
man is reported. This man owns 40,-
500 acres of arable land, which he will
not cultivate nor lease to anybody else;
and he will not permit the extirpation
from his acres of the Siberian marmots
or of the beetles, which spread over the
country, destroying a large portion of
the crops every year, and for whose ex
tirpation many thousands of people are
elsewhere employed by the authorities.
Blondeau, the French aeronaut, sent
his pupil, Courier, up in a balloon near
Naples, and on its descent in the sub
urbs the population immediately cut it
in pieces and ran away with them.
Blondeau wrote to L'ltalia, a Naples
paper, that the balloon comprised 6,500
feet of silk and thread, and had cost
twenty-eight workmen thirty-four days
of labor. He had traveled with a balloon
for thirty-five years, and often among
Arabs and other barbarians, but had
never experienced a similar act of bar
barism. The men most noticeable in
the outrage were subsequently arrested.
Wnrtemberg, in Germany, is often
vißited by terrible hailstorms. In some
parts of the country whole districts
are exempted from the land tax' on
account of the damage caused byjthe
hail. And thesip hailstorms are ’ap
parently becoming more destructive. As
regards liability to being visited, it ap
pears that pine woods enjoy compara
tive immunity, while beach woods and
bare hillsides are particularly unfortun
ate. The parishes most frequently de
vastated lie on the outskirts of wooded
hills, but it does not appear that clear
ance of a wood has any deleterious influ
ence. The valleys of the Neckar and
some other rivers are the least troubled
by this annoyance.
“ Serkys Tea,” as it is called, is now
turning the heads of Philadelphia ladies.
Olive Harper describes it in a late let
ter. It is a decoction of various Orient
al herbs, has a slightly resinous and
aromatic taste, and is said to confer on
the ones who drink it faithfully almost
the bloom and beauty of eternal youth.
Miss Harper saw it often and drank it
in Turkey, and really believes it will
prolong the freshness of a woman’s
complexion to an advantage. It seems
to act on the skin, and to promote a
general health and vigor. Only one
firm sells it in Philadelphia, and their
rooms are thronged from morning till
night, by ladies seeking to renn-.y their
youth. The story sounds fishy.
Botel Tobago is an island in the South
seas which has been visited by a party
of United States naval officers. They
were surveying a rook east of the South
cape of Formosa, and called at this is
land. They found a curious race of
Malay stock. These aborigines did not
know what money was good for. Nor
had they ever used tobacco of rum.
They gave the officers goats and pigs for
tin pots and brass buttons, and hung
round the vessel all day in their canoes
waiting for a chance to dive for some
thing which might be thrown overboard.
They wore clouts only, ate toro and
yams, and had axes, spears and knives
made of common iron. Their canoes
were made without nails, and were orna
mented with geometrical lines. They
wore the beards of goats and small shells
as ornaments. Such is the account of
these strange people given by Dr. Seig
fried in a letter read at the last meet
ing of the Philadelphia academy 'of
natural sciences.
Popular Science.
Soaking timber in lime-water has been
recommended for preserving it from dry
rot and the effects of the weather.
Amber is found in the mines, rivers
and sea-coasts of Prussia. It is used in
varnish and for mouthpieces of pipes.
A machine for cutting stone of all
kinds rapidly, and capable of striking
six thousand blows per minute, has been
patented.
A series of experiments has established
the fact that chloroform neutralizes the
action of strychnine upon the human
system.
A German chemist says frozen cab,
bages or plants lose none of their nutri
tive qualities, because the frost trans
forms the starch in the vegetable into
sugar.
To tell a diamond from an artificial gem
look through the stone at the point of a
needle or a small hole in a card, and if there
are two points or two holes the stone is
not a diamond.
The black sulphate of silver which
forms on plated and silver wares, may
be removed at once the sur -
face with a rag wet with aqua ammonia,
and without the trouble of rubbing.
In Breslau a successful attempt has
been made to erect a paper chimney
about fifty feet high. By a chemical
preparation the paper was rendered im
pervious to the action of fire or water.
Prof. Nichols, of Boston, found eight
grains of arsenic to each square foot of a
green dress submitted to his examioa
tion. Here is the fact of poisons freely
used. Is there no remedy ?
A French engineer has contrived an
apparatus in which, by a system of mir
rors, the rays of the sun are so utilized
as to generate steam for motive power,
thus doing a wav with the necessity of
fuel.
The estimated cost of the proposed
inter-oceanic canal across the American
isthmus, Nicaragua route, is 863,000,-
000 ; but it is considered wise to regard
the actual cost, including the interest
on dormant capital, at double that sum,
9 A Big Pig Story.
After the following testimony, suppli
ed by a Western paper, as to the fasting
capacity of a hog, there is no excuse for
that animal ever making a hog of itself.
Some forty years ago Henry and Brad
bury Cilley fed a large lot of hogs at
Colerain, on the Great Miami. About
New Year’s they removed their hogs
from the field next the river in which
they had been fattened, and drove them
to market. On counting them out one
was missing, which, after diligent bnt
fruitless search, was given up as lost or
dead. About the middle of April after
ward they sent a hired man to chop a
large sycamore tree, hollow some twenty
feet or more in the butt end, and which
had beenjying down all winter, to enable
them to get it off the ground preparatory
to plowing in the spring. On chopping
into the tree near the extremity of
the hollow the axe struck what appeared
to be hog hair and flesh. A large chip
was then chopped and split out on each
side and a live hog was taken ont, which
proved to be the one missed two and a
half months before. When taken out
the hog was so emaciated he could not
stand, bnt after being carefully cared for
a few days, was got to the barnyard,
and afterward resuscitated, fattened
again the following winter, and driven
to market and sold. The Messrs. Gilley’s
theory of the case was that during the
sudden change in the weather, a few
days before removing their hogs from
the field, several of them had crowded
into the hollow tree for shelter, and the
first one to enter had been so closely
crowded in that he was unable to get
back.
FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
What the New Agriculture Teaches. *
The following hints are taken from an
essay on “The New Agriculture” by
Dr. J. F. Nicholas, a distinguished agri
cultural writer: “Apples carelessly
grown will bring poor prices ; but those
well grown and well cared for and
properly packed will bring best prices
even iD these times. The best corn
will make the best meal. Some farmers
make their cider from rotten or other
wise worthless apples and put the cider
into musty casks. Such cider, how
ever, is of little value compared to that
made from good apples and put in clean,
sweet casks. Pork fed from slope and
kept in dirt and filth is not near as
valuable as that fed on good meal and
always well littered. Good food is al
ways worth paying for. A pan k>f
butter has been spoiled by the farmer
going into the milk room with his boots
covered with manure ; butter and milk
absorb odors rapidly. It is always best
to aim at excellence in everything.
Fodder-corn is good feed if properly
grown, but it is not good when sown
broadcast and thick. It is as foolish to
say that either milk or beer can be pro
duced from food which chemistry says
lacks the elements of which they are
composed, as to say that dang will pro
duce plants if the minerals are lacking.
Fifteen cows, allowed to stand out one
honr on a cold day, shrunk in milk nine
quarts; ice-cold water given to a cow
will shrink the milk : cows allowed to
stand in water on a hot day will also
shrink their milk. Cows never should
bo allowed to stand in a draft. A good,
careful man, placed in charge of a badly -
managed herd of cattle, has increased
the flow of milk to an extent sufficient
to pay his wages. Putting salt on the
hay mow is a useless practice ; in this
case it has no curative properties. In
the old agriculture the idea was preva
lent that dung was dung from whatever
source produced ; that from meadow
hay being supposed equal to that
from the best hay or the best
of meal or grain. The new agri
culture forbids farmers letting their wet
lands lie waste, but tells them if they
have finished their haying by the mid
dle of July to go to work next day to re
claim other lands. The new agriculture
teaches ns the different amount of nu
trition in the different kinds of corn.
Under the old system twenty to forty
bushels were considered a good yield,
but the new one teaches ns that seventy
or eighty will only be considered a fair
yield; it also teaches ns that the nu
tritive value of the cob is superior to
that of wheat or rye straw, and equal to
that of oat straw, besides containing a
much larger amount of potash than any
of the straws. Eastern corn ground
with the cob is equal in feeding value to
the Southern corn without the cob ; but
to obtain the best results from any
grain it should be ground very fine.
The amount of potash taken from the
soil by the corn cobs is enoimous.
Sweet corn makes the best fodder to
feed green to cows.”
Starving Orchards.
A ton of dry, unleached ashes per
acre will furnish nearly the same ingre
dients advised by the Scientific Farmer
for the fertilization of orchards, which
is two hundred to two hundred and fifty
pounds of bone dust and three hundred
to four hundred pounds of sulphate of
potash per acre This gives some seven
ty or eighty p' J nds of potash, fifty to
sixty pounds lime (from the bones)
and ten to t', "Vnty pounds of nitrogen,
and some magnesia in the potash and
fertilizer, all of which are called for to
to nourish orchards on insufficient soil,
as the flesh of most fruits contain much
potash as well as lime, in combination
with the fruity acids, and the seeds
phosphoric acid. Whether the ingredi
ents required are applied in the formula
given or in the unleached ashes sug
gested, it is recommended to sow broad
cast and lightly harrow in, leaving it to
the rain to more thoroughly incorporate
with the earth. Such treatment has
proved successful in orchards showing
signs of decay both in this country and
in Europe.
Coal ashes and salt are employed with
great benefit on some soils, especially
in orchards bearing sour fruits. Or
chards, the soil of which, from close pas
turing or other causes, is nearly desti
tute of humus, will gradually deteriorate
and finally die unless restored to that
state of fertility which is necessary for
the thrifty growth of the tree and its
existence in a healthy and vigorous
state. Such orchards are greatly bene
fited with a top dressing of leafmold,
rotten chip manure, muck from a creek,
broken bones, animal hair of all kinds,
and similar material generally at hand
on farms, which can be applied without
other expense than the time and labor
expended. When manures are used
they should be well decomposed; fresh
warm manures excite young trees into a
very rapid growth, bnt the wood is
watery and feeble.
A dry soil, of bnt moderate richness,
is the one that produces and sustains
hardy trees; their wood is firm, the buds
plump and close together and the parts
well proportioned.— Home and Farm.
Success with Strawberries*
It is becoming more and more a neces
sity in the successful culture of the
strawberry to raise only the best varie
ties and put them in market in the best
possible condition. We ofteD hear the
cry that strawberries do not pay, and I
fully believe it; for under the common
mismanagement—letting the plants run
at will—weeds are allowed to occupy
space in the bed, and little or no care is
exercised in regard to manure. I pre
fer, rather than the matted-row or the
hill system, to cultivate in the single
row, making the rows two and one-half
feet apart and th 6 plants about eight or
ten inches in the row. This will give
plenty of room for the hoe and culti
vator, which I use freely through the
summer, keeping the soil well stirred
and allowing no weeds to grow about the
plants. In manuring, care should be
taken or yon may seed your bed with
weeds. I prefer to use bonedust, or
some reliable commercial fertilizer of
which I know the ingredients and the
manufacturer. Clean rye or wheat
straw, well rotted, is good to pnt under
the row before planting, and a free ap
plication of liquid manure from the barn
yard gives good results; I have a barrel
fixed upon wheels for distributing it.
When the plants are sending out run
ners, I wait until a few young plants
have begun to take.root; then with a
pair of sheep-shears I stand astride the
row and with one hand gather up the
runaf’s and clip them with the shears in
the other. This I repeat two or three
times during the season. When market
ing I nse the slat crate made for sixty
boxes, but I take out fifteen, thus leav
ing forty-five; removing one partition
and putting a couple of strips at each
end, dividing the crate into three tiers
instead of four. The upper strip at one
end should be so placed as to allow the
easy removal of the lower partition. By
this plan the fruit gets plenty of air, and
I can round up my boxes well with ber
ries and there is no danger of their get
ting mashed, if carefully handled; and
when exposed for sale they present a
much finer appearance and command a
much better price than is recefved for
hundreds of quarts marketed in trays or
closely packed in large crates.— James
Hunter, Jr., Fairfax county, Va., in
New York Tribune.
Slsnu of a Praaperaaa Farmer.
When you see a barn larger than his
houses, it shows that he will have large
profits and small affections. When you
see him driving his work instead of his
work driving him, it shows that he will
never be driven from resolutions, and
that he will certainly work his way to
prosperity. When you always see in his
woodhouse a sufficiency for three months
or more, it shows that he will be more
than a ninety days’ wonder in farming
operations, and that he is not sleeping
in his house after a drunken frolic.
When his sled is housed in summer and
his farming implements covered both
winter and summer, it plainly shows
that he will have a good honse over his
head in the summer of his early life and
the winter of old age. When his cattle
are shielded and fed iu winter, it evinces
that he is acting according to scripture,
which says that ‘ ‘ a merciful man is mer
ciful to his beast. ” When he is seen
subscribing for a paper and paying in
advance, it shows that he will never get
his walking papers to the land of pov
erty.—Minndsota Farmer.
Kootlna of Cutting*.
A writer in Vick's Monthly says:
“ The rooting of slips I have found a
very easy matter in a double pot. I
take an eight-inch pot, cork up the
bottom hole, and put it into enough
clean sand to raise the top of a four
inch pot to the height of the eight-inch
pot when placed thereon. I then place
the four-inch pot in the center without
corking, fill around it with sand, place
in a yarm, sunny position, and fill with
water by pouring into the small pot.
Slips placed in the sand near the outer
pot will root rapidly if kept warm and
plenty of water is kept in the pot. In
summer I place the pots on a fence in
the hottest place I can find, and in win
ter in a south window of a warm room.
Ab soon as rooted, the slips must be
transferred to good soil. I have never
found any trouble in rooting anything
in this way. ”
War Anecdotes.
A few volunteer officers, Confederate
and Federal, now retired to private life,
were lately giving personal recollections
of the war. It is a pity, by the way,
that so few of these details are preserved
for our children. They would give
flesh and blood to the bare skeleton of
history.
“The terrible struggle had its hu
morous side,” said Captain A .
“There were the mistakes of the
newly-fledged officers, the majors, cap
tains and lieutenants, who but a few
weeks before were grocers or lawyers.
The story of the brigadier-general who,
when appealed to for orders in the
the thickest of the battle of Bull Run,
pulled out his little book with, ‘ Let’s
see what Hardee says about it,’ may
not have been true, but I know a colo
nel who, when called upon to drill his
regiment, wrote the words of command
on his shirt-cuff.”
“ The men themselves made jokes in
battle or in prison,” said an ex-Confed
erate. “The American love of fun is
indomitable. I remember a Kentuckian,
Hume, who was a prisoner with me in
’6l, whoso pranks kept the whole of as
from despair.
“We were in a village in Ohio wait
ing transportation to Fort Delaware.
They put us in the peris of the county
fair-ground, and a company from Mich
igan, principally made up of farm boys,
guarded us. Some of them used to
stare in at ‘ the Rebs,’ evidently uncer
tain whether we were quite human.
One day our Kentuckian beckoned to
the most anxious of his guards, a green
country lad.
“‘Couldn't you get me a nice fat
baby?’ he whispered, confidentially. ‘I
haven’t had a broil since I left home,’
‘“To eat? A baby !’
“ ‘ Come, don’t stare so; be neighbor
ly. Get me a good fat one.’
“ ‘ Are you—are the Rebs cannibals ?’
‘“Oh, perhaps the majority of the
men prefer baby, but I shouldn’t object
to a plump young man myself,’ with a
ferocious stare at him.
“ The lad looked at him with staring
eyes, and soon after left guard. The
next day Hume, who had forgotten his
stupid joke, called to a little girl of five
going by, and was talking to her
through the bars, wheD a bullet whizzed
past his head.
‘ ‘ ‘ Down with the man-eaters !’ shout
ed the Michigander, who had fired the
shot. His officers, astonished at his
conduct, could scarcely drag him off.”
Among other reminiscences was that
of a Confederate who had seen Theodore
Winthrop—the young American author
and an officer in the Seventh regiment,
of New York city—fall at Great Bethel.
“He leaped upon an unprotected
height,” said the officer, “and sodaring
was the act, and so gallant the figure,
that when he reeled and fell a cry burst
from our ranks.”— Youths' Companion.
A New Order.
The other day, after a i .apping
young man had sold a load of corn and
potatoes on the market, and had taken
his team to a hotel barn to “feed,” it
became known to the men around the
barn that he was very desirous of join
ing some secret society in town. When
questioned he admitted that such was
the case, and the boys at once offered to
initiate him into anew order, called
“The Cavaliers of Coveo. ” He was told
that it was twice as secret as Free Mason
ry, mucn nicer than Odd Fellowship,
and the cost was only two dollars. In
case he had the toothache he could draw
five dollars per week from the relief
fund, and he was entitled to receive ten
dollars for every headache, and twenty*-
five dollars for a sore throat.
The young man thought he had struck
a big thing, and; after eating a hearty
dinner, he was taken into a storeroom
above the barn to be initiated. The boys
pared cold water down his back, put
flour on his hair, swore him to kill his
mother, if commanded, and rushed him
around for an hour without a single
complaint from his lips.' When they
had finished he inquired :
“Now I’m one of the Cavaliers of
Coveo, am I?”
“You are,” they answered.
“Nothing more to learn, is there ?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, then, I’m going to lick the
whole crowd I” continued the candidate,
and he went at it, and before he got
through he had his t#vo dollars initiation
fee back, and three more to boot, and
had knocked everybody down two or
three times apiece. He didn’t seem
greatly disturbed in mind as he drove
out of the barn. On the contrary, his
hat was slanted over, he had a fresh five
cent cigar in bis teeth, and he mildly
said to one of the barn boys :
“Say, boy, if you hear of any Cavaliers
asking for a Coveo about my size, tell
’em I’ll be in on the fall of the moon to
take the royal skyfugle degrees.”—De
troit Free Press.
Advertising. . •
While the advertiser eats and sleeps,
printers, steam engines and printing
presses are at work for him, trains and
steamers are bearing his words all over
the land, and thousands of men are fad
ing with more or less interest the
messages he sends them through the
columns of his local paper. No preacher
ever spoke to so large an audience, or bq
eloquently as you may do with the newS
paper-man’s assistance.— Friars Point
Gazette.
A German theorist thinks cooking de
stroys the nutritive properties of .food.
An International Exposition at New
York in 1883.
We publish an interesting and import
ant communication in advocacy of hold
ing the next American international ex
position in this city in 1883. That there
will be such a festival held in Amerioa
within ten years admits of no doubt;
for, in spite of much mismanagement,
of inevitable dissatisfaction on the part
of many exhibitors, and positive losses
incurred by some, it is certain the Cen
tennial exposition of 1876 has resulted
in great benefit to American industry
and commerce. That the next occasion of
the kind should be carefully and scien
tifically prearranged in such manner as
to secure the greatest possible advan -
tages, both material and moral, is a
self-evident proposition. The two im
portant decisions which require to be
made without loss of time are place and
the date.
In respect to the former subject a
final decision is easy. While Cincin -
nati, Chicago, St. Louis and other am
bitious cities would offer a hearty wel
come to the next international festival,
there is no city that can dispute either
the pre-eminent claims or the exception
al facilities of the metropolis of Ameri
ca. That question may be regarded as
settled. In respect to the date, it must
be remembered Jbat this is a matter
upon which the wishes, the convenience
and the interests of other nations must
be consulted. The number of such na
tions, however, is small, and the prob
abilities of their action can be estimated
without much difficulty. Germany and
England have not held expositions for
several years, and, as our correspond
ent points ont, both are discussing the
advisability of such an exposition for
1885. There should never be an inter
val of less than two years between such
festivals, so that it will be safe to con
cede to London and Berlin a pre-emp
tion to the years 1885 and 1887.
Although little has yet been said on the
subject, it may be set down as an abso
lute certainty that France will in 1889
celebrate the centenary of her great
revolution with an exposition surpass
ing in magnificence every previous fes
tival of the kind. It is equally certain
that Amerioa as a whole will celebrate
in a similar manner iq 1892 the fourth
centenary of the discovery of America.
We must, therefore, appoint our next
exposition in view of the above facts.
The date should, if possible, commem
ora:e an important national anniversa
ry; it shonld be as nearly as possible
intermediate between 1876 and 1892; it
shonld not conflict with dates to which
other nations have a superior claim; it
should be neither so far off as to para
lyze present interest, nor so near as to
afford insufficient time for due prepara
tion. All of these conditions are ful
filled by the year 1883, the centenary of
our acknowledged independence and of
the evacuation of the city of New York
by the British troops.— New York
Herald.
now Russia Treats Strikers.
A Paris correspondent of the New
York Star says: As the Russian
journals are forbidden to publish intelli
gence of the cruel repression of a recent
strike in St. Petersburg, the news has
been communicated to us by i ravelers
who have jnst arrived from the Rhssian
capital, and who speak of what had oc
curred under their own observation. A
strike took place at the new Russian cot
ton mill, in the principal manufacturing
district of the capital. A large number
of strikes have occurred there of late
years, and the police have sometimes
sided with the weavers. On this occa
sion the work-people struck for shorter
hours of labor, thirteen and a half hours
a day being not unnaturally regarded as
excessive. In the morning the weavers
and spinners assembled in a crowd out
side the mill, and the district police
master hearing of the disturbance, sent
some mounted police to reason with
them. The gendarmes, however, pro
duced no effect, and the strikers set off
in a body from the new canal to lay their
case before the czarewitch. Intelligence
of this was at once sent to the nearest
barcacks, and as the crowd passed the
place they were surrounded by a number
of Cossacks, who drove them into a
square in front of the barracks, nsing
their sabers and whips freely among
them. Many of the strikers were cut
about dreadfully. After the crowd was
locked up in the barracks a police com
mission was instituted to try them, the
verdict being as follows : All the men
above the age of nineteen (seventy in
number) are to be exiled to the province
of Archangel, after receiving sixty lashes
apiece ; all under that age are to be sent
back to the village whence they came,
and are to be kept there the remainder
of their lives. All the women employed
in the mill, and men who did not active
ly join in the demonstration,are to be
discharged and fined three roubles a
head all round. In a word, the entire
working staff of the new cotton mill,
about eight hundred hands, is cleared
away at the stroke of a pen and a fresh
set of people, to work from five in the
morning till eight at night, is to be en
gaged to take their places.
Fish as Brain Food.
Since daring the acts of sensation and
intellection phosphorus is consumed in
the brail} and nervous system, there
arises a necessity to restore the portions
so consumed, or as the popular expres
sion is, to use brain food. Now, as
every one knows, it is the property of
phosphorus to ehiEe in the dark ; and as
fish in a certain stage of putrefactive
decay often emit light, or become phos
phorescent, it has been thought that
this is due to the abundance of phospho
rus their flesh contains, and hence they
are eminently suitable for the nourish
ment of the nervous system, and are an
invaluable brain food. Under that idea
many persons resort to a diet of fish,
and persuade themselves that they de
rive advantage from it in au increased
vividness of thought, a signal improve
ment in the reasoning powers. But the
flesh of fish contains no excess of phos
phorus, nor does its shining depend on
that element. Decaying willow wood
shines even more brilliantly than decay
ing fish ; it may sometimes be discerned
afar off at night. That shining in the two
cases is due to the same cause—the ox
idation of carbon, not of phosphorus, in
organic substances containing, perhaps,
not a perceptible trace of the latter ele
ment. Yet surely no one found himself
rising to a poetical fervor by tasting de
caying willow wood, though it ought,
on these principles, to be a better brain
food than a much larger quantity of
fish.— Dr. J. W.- Draper, in Harper's
Magazine.
in a Soop-Plate.
The members .of the New York Acade
my of Sciences met recently to hear
Prof. W. P. Trowbridge lecture on
“ Animal Mechanics.” A reference was
made to a microscopic fish which the
lecturer * once discovered swimming
about in a drop of water. Its method
of propulsion was by the motion of the
tail, in the manner peculiar to the whale,
and, so far as the observer could dis
cern, the little fish was very like an in
finitesimal whale. The lecturer had
calculated that at the rate it was swim
ming it could have crossed Long Island
sound in’twenty years, and its full-sized
prototype would have made the same
voyage in an hour. In one hour it
might have reached the further coast of
a soup-plate.
YOL. Y. NO. 30.
Perils of Agriculture in Tyrol.
The persistence with which humanity
attaches itself to fertile land without re
gard to danger is illustrated elsewhere
than here. The peasants on the slopes
of Vesuvius push their cultivation and
plant their homes in the very track of a
possible lava stream, and, all the world
over, faoility for obtaining a livelihood
blinds the cultivator to all risks. Groh
man says: “In the Wild-Sehonau,
North Tyrol, not a few of the houses
are built on such steep slopes that a
hpavy chain has to be laid round the
houses and fastened to some firm object,
a large tree or bowlder of rock, higher
up. In one village off the Puster Thai,
and in two others off the Oberinn Thai,
many of the villagers come to church
with crampoons on their feet, the terri
ble steep slopes on which their huts are
built—somewhat like a swallow’s nest on
a wall—requiring this precautionary
measure. In Moos—a village not very
far from the Brenner, having a popula
tion of eight hundred inhabitants—more
than three hundred men and women
have been killed since 1758 by falls from
the incredibly steep slopes upon which
the pasturages of this village are situat
ed. So steep are they, in fact, only
goats, and even they not everywhere,
can be trusted to graze on them, and
the hay for the larger cattle has to be
cut and gathered by the hand of man.”
I have myself seen, in walking among
the hills, little stores of grass piled
against the upper side of protecting
trees, where it had been brought in
armfuls when cut by the spike-shod
mower. The haymakers gather their
ittle crops here and there on the steep
grass-patches, almost at the limit of
vegetation, pack it in nets or in sheets
and bring it on their shoulders down
the steep and dangerous paths. My
earlier idea of an “ alp ” was that of a
level plateau at the top of the lower
mountains. Alps which are even nearly
level are very rare, especially among
the higher elevations. Generally they
are so steep, so broken, and so inac
cessible that one wonders how cattle
are got to them, and how they can be
trusted to graze over them. These alps
are bounded by no fences, and it must
be an anxious task for those who have
the herds in charge to get them safely
together at milking-time. Each animal
wears its bell—not the hollow-funding
dull cow-bell with whieh we are familiar,
but musical in tone, and heard for a
much greater distance. The alpine hut
and the Sennerin, or dairy-maid, who
spends the whole summer in nearly
solitary attention to her arduous duties,
are not altogether what one's imagina
tion might depict. She is not the
dairy-maid of poetry, nor is her tempo
rary home filled with the more ethereal
pastoral associations. Yet these people,
too, have a romantic and imaginative
side to their lives, and are happy arft
wholesome and content.
The agriculture of North Tyrol, out
side of the valley of thd' Inn, is mostly
confined to very small operations. A
few cattle, a few.sheep, a little poultry,
a few small fields and a mountain pas
ture, constitute the stock in trade on
which the industrious and frugal pair
bring up their family in comfort and de
cency, accumulate portions for their
daughters, and lay aside a provision for
their own old age. Labor-saving hardly
exists. Every thing is accomplished by
unmitigated and unremitted toil. In
youth and in early life the people are
stalwart, active and hearty ; but old age
comes very early, and at forty the vigor
of manhood and womanhood is passed—
the activity and vigor, but not the en
durance; up to really old age even
slight little women carry enormous
loads in the baskets at their backs up
and down steep and rough hillsides
and mountain -paths, where an unaccus
tomed tourist must puff and toil to
move his own unencumbered person.—
George- E. Waring, Jr., in Harper's.
True Success.
“ the men who speak
With the loudest tongues do least.”
4 lt was a favorite remark of an old
sea captain whom Causeur knew, that he
learned in youth never to talk about
anything that he had determined uoon.
“Men waste their energy in talk,” he
would ay, “ and have none left for their
enterprises. But if they are wise
enough to keep still, and devote them
selves to doing, they will find that their
actions speak for themselves and that
talk is unnecessary. ” Good advice this,
but many find it hard to follow. Man
s a social animal, and there is a certain
pleasure in discussing one’s plans with
a friend and enjoying their fruits in
, anticipation. Some go through the
! world in a cold-blooded, calculating
| way, seeking advantage at every turn,
and doubtless finding it, but are they,
after all, the best patterns to model
after? Is not a little human weakness
of this sort rather amiable, on the
whole? It certainly is true that he who
keeps his month shut and his ears open,
lays deep plans, and watches his oppor
tunity as a cat watches to take the fatal'
spring, stands a better chance of what
the world calls success than the more
confiding kind. But what is success?
Is it simply to lay up store of this
world’s goods ? The many so view it,
but those who have looked deeper feel
that he is most truly successful who has
borne his share of life’s burdens and
troubles, who has opened his heart to
his fellow-men, whose thoughts have
not been of self alone, and the work
ings of whose mind have not been wholly
concealed. Of course prudence is to be
observed, and care must be taken in the
choice of confidants. And moreover
* ‘ still keep something to youreel’
Yon scarcely tell to ony.”
But don’t seal up the windows of your
soul too tightly. It needs an occasional
airing.— Causeur in Boston Tran
script.
Specific Against Hydrophobia. -
Dr. Grzyvala, of Knvoe Ozeroe, Po
dolia, Russia, for whose trustworthiness
rof. Gubler, of Paris, vouches, de
ares that, after a series of crucial
trials, which he describes at length, he
has found that, after having had oppor
tunities of treating at least 100 cases of
men bitten by rabid doge, with the
Xan/hium Spinosum, he has never,
in any one of these cases, failed to ward
off hydrophobia. He gives some start
ling examples. During the Crimean
war, a family of twelve persons bad
been bitten by a hydrophobic -Wolf. Hix
of them entered his wards in the bosi-i
--tal at Oischanka, government of Podo
lia, district of Balta. They were
treated with infusion of the leaves of
exthanthium, and all recovered. The
six others, who were treated by the
actual cautery and the daily use of gen
asta tinctoria an.l other drugs, died
with hydrophobia in the conrre of
twelve to sixty days. He recounts many
other facts not less striking. For an
adult, the dose is sixty centigrammes of
the dry powder, repeated three times a
day. Children under twelve take half
that quantity. The dose for animals is
much larger. A herd of thirty pxen*
had been bitten by a mad wolf, eight
had succumbed with symptoms of hy
drophobia. The commissary o: police
came to Dr. Grzyvala for his “ antira
bic powder.” He gave three ounces of
the powder, with bran, daily to eaoh of
the remaining animals; none of them
suffered from the disease. These are
examples of which Dr. Grzyvala says
he has a hundred others, -British- ,
American Journal. .
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ITEMS OF INTEREST.
A biting wind—A gnaw easter.
The plow is said to be the oldest land
mark.
A soft hand, sir, smooths away
wrath.
1 beman who was in “ high feather ”
has not down.
| They say that fat is not conducive to
; long life—in a pig.
A good motto for a young man just
I starting a mustache—Down in front.
The average yield of wheat per acre
in Belgium is - nearly twenty-eiglit
■ bushels.
Balloonist John Wise writes that the
north pole can never be reached save in
I an air ship.
I The leaves of the coffee-plant will
make nearly as good coffee as will the
berries. The flavor is more delicate.
What is the difference between a fiery
individnal and a slice of bacon? One
is a rash man, and the other is a rasher.
The difference between Turner's
famous picture and cutting your chin
is, one is a slave ship and the other a
shave slip.
Reports from Minnesota, W; r cousin,
lowa, Nebraska, Kansas, Illinois, Michi
gan, Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky and Mis
souri show that the yield of winter
wheat for the year will, it is thought,
be about 30,000,00 C bushels, against
27,092,000 bush sis last year.
In 1695, in the township of Eastham,
Masp., a regulation was made that every
unmarried man should kill six black -
birds and three crows a year as long as
he remained single. If he neglected
this order, he was not allowed to do so
till he had shot his full number of birds.
ODE TO SFBIKO.
Come with your perfuaied robes, winds of May,
(Pnll her wide open and give her sand;)
Wrapped in your tender arms near me away
Into some fairy, enchanted land.
Where the slumbering winter can never awake
Where the snow clouds loom up and
break,
Where there ain't enough winter to froat a
cake.
Give me a ticket to that fair land.
—Burdette.
Snoodles wears a suspiciously large
diamond pin, aud the other day he was
pained and disgusted to have a friend
stop him on the street and remark:
“ Hello, Snoodles, is that really yon ?
I thought at first you were a paper
hanger." “ Why, how so?” asked the
unsuspicious Snoodles. “ ’Cause you've
got so much paste on your shirt 1”
chuckled the heartless friend ae he
walked on.
Last night one of our sweetest young
men gathered all his musical talents
and repaired to the pavement in lront
of the house id which his Dulcinea was
sleeping. He sang several selections.
Then he threw all his soul into that ten
der strain, “ For the pain that’s in my
bosom is hard to bear,” and a window
in the upper story was gently lifted and
this bouquet was wafted to him: “Young
man, try a mustard plaster for that
pain.” He fainted on the spot.— Salem
Sunbeam.
In the spring a million sunbeams steal fro
out the eastern sky,
In the spring we hear the buzzing of the fes
• five April fly;
In the spring the village damsel decks herself
with violets bine.
In the spring the landlord hastens to collect
the rent that’s due;
In the spring the sparrow’s chirping floats
across the meadow land,
In the spring the lovesick couple at the front
gate take their stand;
In the spring the young man’s ulster on the
porch is bung to dry,
In the spring the lazy bullock on the hilltop
stops to sigh;
In the spring the gentle cockroach dances
’round the kitchen floor,
In the spring the little children jump upon
your cellar door;
In the Spring the gay mosquito from New Jer
sey seems to float,
In the spring the little nrchin goes out sailing
in a boat—
And never comes back.
—New York'Express.
Detroit Free I’ress Currency.
The man who has no sentiment in his
heaTt will now saw off the handle of his
snow shovel for a baseball club.
It takes seven months to teach a per
son to strop a razor, and then we expect
barbers to shave us and not talk I
There are 185 tribes of Indians yet
left in tba United States, and he who
imagines that the Indian agent is played
out has taken a shot a', the wrong mar
ble.
One reason why the South is not a
favorite roaming grodnd for tramps is
because it is tbe best section of coun
try on earth for dogs with eighteen
teeth in the front row.
Did yon ever see two men, when they
stop on the street to talk, cross over
and back at the end of every sentence ?
And yet they do this on the stage in
order to appear “ natural.”
There was never bat ono shirtmaker
in this country who understood how a
bntton-hple should be placed in a collar,
and he died before he could teach any
of the others.
The war song of the Zulus rnns:
Yum! Yum! Yum!
Yum ! Yum! Yum !
Yum! Yum! Yum !'
Yum ! Yum ! Yum !
When they want to vary the monotony
they sing it backward.
Authors' Ages,
Charles Reade is 64 years old; Jacob
Abbot, 7j>; Edmund About, 50; William
T. Adams (Oliver Optic}, 56; A. B. Al
cott, 79; T. B. Aldrich, 42; Berthold
Auerbach, 69; George Bancroft. 78;
Robert Browning, 66; Carlyle, 83; 8.
L. Clemens (Mark Twain), 43; G. W.
Curtis, 54; Darwiu, 69; Disraeli. 73;
Hepworth Dixon. 57; Emerson, 7-3; J.
A. Fronde, 60: W. E. Gladstone, 69;
Brot Harie, 39; J. G. Holland, 59;
Dr. Hoi ires, 69; Julia Ward Howe. 59;
Thomas Hughes, 55; T. H H ;xl y.*. r 3;
George Eliot, 58: Longfellow, 71; fotn
son J. Lossing, 65; Donald’G. Mitchell,
66; Max Muller, 55; James Parton, 56;
Mayne Reid, 60; Rmau, 55; Buskin,
59; John G. Saxe, 62; Mrs. Stowe, 66;
Tennyson, 69; Anthony Trollore. 63;
Wh’ttier. 71; Wilkie Collins. 53; Swin
burne, 41; William Black. 37; M. F.
Tapper, 68; W. D. Howells, 41.
Rome Sentinel Brevities.
—The dollar is mightier thau the
sword.
—“Now I’ll try to brace up,” as the
man said when he bought a pair of sus
penders.
—“That takes the cake,” as the com
positor said whep he removed the piece
of fat poetry from the hook.
—The “Faille Bridal Toilet” is illus
trated and described in a fashion jonr a l .
To purchase such an outfit is enough to
make the average father fail.
—After you have related a rich joke
to a friend, and you expect to hear him
burst out into'uproar ions laughter, noth
ing is more calculated to convince you
of the correctness of the Darwinian
theory than tq have him stare and
blandly inquire: “What’s the point?”
Eighteen hundred girls Tinder twenty
years of age were married in* New York
city last year.