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A Lotc Song.
Dearest dear, if thou wouldst measure
What to me is measureless.
Half the pain or half the pleasure
Of my love’s great tenderness,
I will touch my heart s-strings for thee—
Since to thee it doth belong—
And the echo shall adore then
In a song within a song.
As the sun is—to the flowers,
As the stars—to midnight skies;
As the rainbow—to the showers,
As the light—to sightless eyes;
As the flame is—to the fire,
As tlie Ijreeze is—to the sea;
As the gain—to the desire,
So, dear heart, art thou to me!
—Once a Week.
A. WEDDING PRESENT,
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
“Carpets, young man, if you please!”
said Mrs. Cackle.
“What sort of carpets, ma’am? Mo
quette? Wilton? We have some very de¬
sirable importations of royal velvet—”
“No. brussels! The cheapest thing
you have in brussels that is any way de¬
cent.”
Mrs. Cackle sat up on the eighth floor
of Meddle & Mir.turn’s great store, her
silken flounces rippling around her am¬
ple form, the bird-of-paradise plume on
her hat nodding, as if to give extra sig¬
nificance to every word she spoke. Her
tan kid gloves, glistening with many
buttons, were distended with rings; her
lace scarf was fastened with a gaudy
diamond-set bar, and her plump visage
boro the traces of pearl powder and
cream of roses, laid on with no sparing
hand.
Beside her sat her dear particular
friend, Miss Rosina Rufford, who al¬
ways played the part of Damon to her
Pythias, and invariably went shopping
with her.
“You see, Rosina,” said Mrs. Cackle,
who was one of the kind that talk very
loud in public places, and iudulge in
all sorts of details, “it’s for a wedding
present. Lemuel gave me a check for
a hundred dollars, aud told me to buy a
nice parlor carpet for his cousin, who i3
to be married next month—'
“Mr. Cackle is always so generous,”
smiled Miss Rufford, whose new set of
false teeth made her smiles very smiling
indeed. “A hundred dollars did you
say, dear? That will buy a very nice
one, indeed! ’
“it would,” said Mrs. Cackle, “if I
was goose enough to buy it. But I
don’t mean to. Cackle’s only a man,
and men never do understand things.
What do these out-in -the- wilderness
people understand about carpets? And
what do they want of tlie best grade?
No, young man, I don’t want any of
the dollar -and -a-quarter line3. That’s
too high. Haven’t you anything for
about a dollar, or ninety cents. It
needn’t be the very finest quality, I tell
you. If I spend fifty dollars on it, ”
turning oace more to Miss Rufford,
“it’ll be all that is necessary, and the
extra sum I’ll invest in a new satin gown
for myself. Ha, ha, ha! Cackle is so
very close with Ids check book that
now and then I have to circumvent
him.”
“You are so witty, dear,” tittered
Miss Rufford.
“Nothing under a dollar and twelve
cents?” shrilly repeated Miss Cackle,
as the salesman came back again, “I
couldn’t think of paying that. Have
you no unsalable patterns—nothing
that nobody else will liny? The people
that I want this caipit for are dread¬
fully old-fashioned, aud never will
know the difference.”
‘ Oh, my dear, you are too funny! ’
said Miss Rufford, behind her fan.
“We have one,” hesitated the young
clerk—“a scarlet ground, with im¬
mense olive-green pineapples ali over j
it. We haven’t sold a yard off it.
Everybody seems afraid of it, and I
don’t really think—”
“Let me sec it,” said Mrs. Cackle,
promptly.
The porter presently wheeled up a
mammoth roll on a hand-barrow; the
clerk unfolded its hideous, glaring pro¬
portions where, against a scarlet
ground, some monster vegetable en¬
twined itself among impossible scrolls.
“You see, ma’am, it is quite uusaia
ble,” said the clerk. “Mr. Meddle
was talking of donating it to the recep
tion room of the Blink and Doddle
Orphan Asylum, at— ’ 3
“it is a little peculiar,” said Mrs.
Cackle, eying it through her lorgnette.
•■Quite—ahem!—what I should call an
art carpet.”
“Oh, my dear Louisa!” giggled Miss
Rufford.
“But very striking, said Mrs.
Cackle.
“Quite so, ma'am.” said the clerk,
coughing spasmodically behind his
pocket- handkerchief.
“What will you let me take it for?”
said Mrs. Cackle, in a business-like
way.
“Eighty cents, ma'am,” said the
clerk.
“Say seventy-five,” spoke the custo
mer.
THE OGLETHORPE ECHO, LEXINGTON, GA •* FRID A Y, J AM A in I i ? 1800 .
*‘We couldn’t, indeed, ma’am. It
cost us more thau that to import it.”
“I’ll take thirty yards,” said Mrs.
Cackle. “Let me see” (calculating on
the fat tan-colored lingers where the
rings bulged out so obtrusively),
“naught’s a naught, eight times naught’s
—that will come to twenty-four dollars,
won’t it, young man?”
“Twenty-four dollars, ma’am?” said
the clerk, scarcely able to repress his
amazement that any one iu their senses
should buy so ugly a carpet.
“And that will leave seventy-six out
of the check,” said Mrs. Cackle, glee¬
fully. “I tell you what, Rosina—I can
trim the black satin with the very
nicest Escurial lace. I suppose these
back-country barbarians will invite me
to the wedding, aud I’d like to wear
something that will just paralyze them!
And my husband will never be any the
wiser. Dj look, Rosina.!” nudging her
companion. ‘ ‘What a beautiful mo
quette that tall young lady iu the black
silk suit is choosing! I’ve got to have
something new in my reception-room
next year. 1 wish I could afford ■ »
—
“The address, ma am, please?” said
the clerk, pencil and pad in hand.
Mrs. Cackle hesitated.
“Well, I don’t know,” said she, “1
suppose it had better be sent at onee,
with cur card, to the bride.- Give me
tlie paper, young man, if you please.
I’ll write it down, so that there can t
possibly be any mistake.
“I tell you, dtoiina,’’ she added, as
she sat in the elevator, being lowered
down to the level of the surface world.
“I wish I knew who that elegant young
lady was who was looking at the white
and-pearl moquette carpet! I’d like to
ask her for the pattern of that shoulder
cape, I’m sure it must have come di¬
rect from Paris. ”
“Well, my dear,” said Mr. Cackle, as
he sat down lo the soup and roast beef
of the plentiful table at home, “what
sort of a parlor carpet did you buy for
cousin Erminie?”
“Oh, a beauty!” said Mrs. Cackle,
spreading out her n.ipkiu to protect her
dress.
“Did you use all my check? ’
“Yes, every dollar of it,” answered
Mrs. Cackle, salving her conscience
with the recollection of the black satin
and the Escurial lace, which were al¬
ready in the dressmaker’s hands.
“I hope they’ll be p eased,” said Mr.
Cackle. “It’s very essential to make a
favorable impression, 1 beg yon to re¬
member, my dear, on these relations,
for tho young man Erminie is to marry
is a relative of the head of our firm, and
could, I’ve no doubt, recommend me for
advancement.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all this be¬
fore?” said Mrs. Cackle, with a pang of
tardy remorse. “But how on earth did
your country cousin come across such a
good match? ’
“Oh, I don’t know! I believe he
came out to Glassybrook fishing or gun¬
ning or something. M.nnie is very
pretty, they tell me.”
“Humph!* said Mrs. Cackle. “Rod
cheeks and black eyes, and hair cut in
a pointed bang right down to the top
of the nose—I know what these rustic
beauties are?”
The time for’the wedding arrived.
The Cackles, iu their holiday attire,
traveled down to Glassybrook—and
there, on the drawing-room floor of an
elegant semi-Italian villa, Sirs. Cackle
recognized the very white-and-pearl
moquette carpet that she had so coveted
at Meddle & Minium’s. An l the bride
—already in her white silk and floating
veil, to whom she was introduced as
Miss Erminie Brooks, soon to become
Mrs. Howard Crespigny—was none
elegant , lady , r, •
other , thin , the , . young in
the , Pans „ . wrap and . tne perfectly-tilting .. „
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and , boots, and . . had , , , heard ,
gloves wao
every detail of the bargain for the un¬
salable carpet.
If the cracks in the floor underneath
the moquette colors could but have
opened and swallowed Mrs. Cackle up
at that moment, what an indescribable
relief it would have been!
* I have to thank you, Mr. Cackle,
for your present,” sai l Erminie, in her
slow, queenly way; and her smile was
„ r idd;e.
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Mr. Cackle, looking down at the rose
and-pearl shades of the soft pile, that
closed around his foot like forest moss.
“It certainly is a pretty pattern.”
Mrs. Cackle shot an imploring glance
at the bride—a g’ance that said, plainer
than words, “Don’t betray me. and
t jj e ), r ide began to talk with somebody
else abcut something else.
g he d id not cn j oy the black satin
d ress t h the Escurial trimmings so
much as she had expected, The Paris 9
costumes of the “back country cousins’
left her far in the shade.
“I’ll never go to that dowdy dres3
maker again,' ’ said she in a rage.
Bnt she did, for Miss Biggs was cheap,
and Mrs. Cackle was economical, On
the very first call she made there after
her trip to Glassybrook, however, she
gave a great start and stared around
her like one wlio beholds a ghost.
“My goodness me! ’ exclaimed she.
“Wnere did you get that carpet!’’
“Isn’t it nice!’’ said Miss Biggs,
beaming through her eyeglasses. “It
was a present from Sirs. Howard Cres
pigny. Her mother was once a cus¬
tomer of mine, Wasn’t it thoughtful
of her?”
Mrs. Cackle made a little noise as it
she was swallowing something, and
said yes, she thought it was.
Mr3. Howard Crespigny was the
bride. The carpet was her own wed¬
ding gift—the identical “unsalable
pattern.” And Mr. Cackle never re¬
ceived promotion in the firm of Harri
man & Crespigny on the recommenda¬
tion of his new relation-in-law.
Mr. Cackle thought it very strange;
Mrs. Cadkle didn’t .—Saturday Night.
The Beginning of a Bottle.
The process begins with the gatherer.
Ilis blowpipe is a tube of wrought iron,
five or six feet long, aud of lighter
weight than the pipe used in blowing
window glass. lie dips the end of his
pipe into the molten contents of tlie
boot, aud briugs out a mass of red-hot
plastic glass. If the bottles to be
blown are small, one gathering suffices,
but, for larger wares, two or even three
gatherings may be necessary to get the
requisite supply of material on the end
of ihe blowpipe. When the gathering
is done properly, this lump of red-hot
glass is a perfectly homogeneous mass.
Its subsequent fortunes rest with the
blower. He takes the blowpipe from
the gatherer, and resting the plastic
glass against a marvering table of stone
or cast iron, lie gives the pipe a few
adroit rotations, thus fashioning the
glass into an even cylindrical shape.
By further rolling it ulong the edge of
the table he forms the smaller prolonga¬
tion of glass which is afterward to be¬
come the neck of the bottle. Lifting
tlie still red-hot glass from the table, he
blows t irough the pipe, forming a
small bubble of air in the interior of
the mass of glass. This is afterward
extended until it becomes the inward¬
ness of the bottle.
The partly fashioned bit of glassware
is now introduced into the mold which
one of the “shop” boys lias already
opened to receive it. For convenience
in working the mold is placed on a
somewhat lower level than that on
which the blower stands. It is made
of cast iron and commonly formed in
two*pieces. One of these is stationary,
while the other opens outward, its mo¬
tion being controlled by a foot-lever.
When tlie blower places his incomplete
bottle, still attached to the blowpipe,
into the mold, lie closes tlie mold with
his foot and blows through the pipe
until the plastic glass is everywhere
forced against the sides of the mold,
and has impressed upo n it the form of
its prison .—Popular Science Monthly.
A Heath Test.
If most people are afraid of anything
it is of being buried alive. That cases
do happen where it is very difficult evea
for the most experienced physic an to
determine whether a person is really or
only apparently dead without having
recourse to means which, while they
would at once settle the dispute, would
piece life, if it really still existed, in
jeopardy, may be judged from the fact
that the French Academy of Science,
ten or fifteen years ago, offered a prize
equal to $8000, for the discovery of
some means 1>7 which even the inex¬
perienced might at once determine
whether in a given case dentil had en¬
sued or not. A physician obtained the
prize. He had discovered the follow
| ing well-known phenomenon: 1 If the
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j hand of the suspected , dead , , person is
1 1
held toward c.mdie other artificial .
a or
; extended and
light, with the fingers
one touching the other, and one looks
through the spaces between the fingers
toward the light, there appears a scarlet
j red color where the fingers touch each
I j other, due to the blood still circulating,
j it shows itself through the tissues
j which have not yet congested. Wnen
| life is entirely extinct the phenomenon
j of scarlet space between the fingers at
once ceases. The most extensive and
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Farming in Spain.
In Spain farming is conducted iu a
very primitive way. Grain is cut with
a sma ]j rea pi n g hook and thrashed as in
j the time of the CaMarS( that is, by tramp
ing about with asses hitched to a stone
, q-p e pj ow j s a crooked stick,
} pointed with iron. Ii the towns are to
! seen heavy wooden carts drawn by
i oxen. M>st of the carrying, trans
j ferring, etc., is done by donkeys.
' brick, lumber—in fact almost
Sand,
i everything that has to be moved—is
carr j ed on their backs. Tnese animals
are used all through Spain, and for
| every purpose in the same way in which
I we use them in the almost impassable
J canons of the Rocky Mountains.
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ONLY A I ± > W W LEFT.
Great Scarcity of Whales in the
Arctic Ocean.
Steamers and Natives Reduce
a Once Profitable Business.
“The Aielio whaling fleet,” said
Captain Kelly, a whaler, to a San Fran¬
cisco Chronicle reporter, “is now re¬
turning to port, and the news from the
whaling ground is very discouraging,
the catch, at latest reports, not exceed¬
ing sixty-four whales, This number
will not be increased a great deal, on
account of the lateness of the season
when the last report was made, This
is certainly not an encouraging pros¬
pect for the owners or crews of these
vessels. The amount of capital invested
in the business sailing out of San Fran¬
cisco is considerable. There are ten
steamers, twenty barks, five schooners
and two brigs.
Two vcs els have been wrecked this
season—one bark and one steamer. Tire
decline iu whale oil has been so great
within the last eight years that, com¬
paratively speaking, little has been
brought into the market, whalebone
being the great inducement in the pur¬
suit of the business. The high price
paid for whalebone, for which there is
no proper substitute, has gradually
wrought this great change in the yearly
catch; particularly during last season.
To show how this has been brought
about and to give a fair understanding
to all those interested in the business
let us go back to 3871, when the first
riffles were u ed in killing the walrus.
From that time until 1883, when the
price of oil nnd ivory began
to decline, the slaughter of the
ivalrus was so great that they
were nearly exterminated, and the few
left were so wild that the report of a
rifle was the signal for the whole herd
to plunge into the sea ana disappear
among the vast fields of ice. Like al*
game the constant pursuit drove them
back to safer retreals until now very
few are met. When walrus were
plentiful whales were plentiful; the
walrus ground was also good whale
ground, for the whales, walrus and
seals are at times very sociable in their
habits. With the deoline of the walrus
business steamers were introduced to
pursue tiro whales among the great ice
fields where it has been considered
dangerous for sailing vessels to go.
Before the advent of the steamers the
whales, on being disturbed, would re¬
treat into the ice pack, but would re¬
turn frequently to the open sea, when
the hunters would get a chance at
them. This would continue at inter¬
vals until early in the fall, when the
whales would come out in large num¬
bers and were easily taken, Now they
take alarm at the noise of the steamer’s
propeller and retire farther into tiro ice.
The steamers can follow them where
the sailing vessels dare not go.”
Another and perhaps more serious
cause of the failure of late yearr is that
the demand for and increasing prices
of whalebone has brought into compe¬
tition a force hitherto despised. This
consists of the Indians living along the
coast of the Arctic seas. A few years
ago the Indian was catching a few
whales in his primitive way. What he
took in no way interfered with the
whaling industry— the blubber ho ate
and the bone he traded with the ships—
but it was not long belore he discovered
that whalebone was highly prized by
the white man, and that the Indian
could get anything ho asked for in ex¬
change. A great comp jtition arose for
the trade among the strips and traders, I
and the Indian soon learned to ask for
more than the bone svas actually worth |
in the market, and unlawful means had
to be resorted to to obtain the bone.
Consequently the natives were soon sup¬
plied with every thing their hearts could j
desire. They became insolent, and
seeing that bone could buy any¬
thing, and that they were at a disad¬
vantage with the white man in whal¬
ing, they began to ask for bombs,
guns, bomb lances and harpoons. These
were readily given them iu exchange
for tlrerr whalebone by the thoughtless
whalemen. Then they wanted whale¬
boats and complete equipments. Soon
the natives were supplied all a ong the
coast from Cape Behring to Point Bar
row with the whalemen’s equipments,
which they were not slow in learning to
use. This year there wars over 300
bombs fired from along the shore and
only eight whales were caught by the
natives. If this thing continues it will
soon result in the total extermination
of the whales in the north.”
Captain Kelly also spioke of the in¬
famous traffic in rum which had been
introduced in the Arctic by renegade
white men and unscrupulous whalers
to wrest from the Indian by lawless
means his bone and ivory, and to stim¬
ulate him in the slaughter of whales.
The natives, he said, have learned to
manufacture rum, or, as they call it,
noochenoo, front Hour and molasses,
until now nearly every other Indian
bus ins private stiii.
A Japanese Funeral.
The eldest daughter of Otani Kahei,
a rich rice merchant of Yokohama, died
four days ago, 15 years of age, aud to¬
day, says Frederick Stearns in a lettet
to the Detroit Free Press, 1 witnessed
the funeral procession as it passed along
one of the main streets of the city. It
was nearly a mile in length and con¬
tained probably a thousand persons, in¬
cluding mourners, friends, priests and
flower-bearers. First came six great
bouquets or stands of flowers arranged
in a conical form, each about eight feet
high, two feet in diameter at the bot¬
tom, tapering to the top. These con¬
sisted of alternate circles of flowers aud
evergreens, aud were strikingly effec¬
tive in character. The stem or handle
of each was a green bamboo about live
inches in diameter fixed at the bottom
in a somewhat ornamental wooden base.
They were carried braced to shoulder
poles by coolies, with relays of men to
relieve them occasionally. Following
these were six stands of artificial flow,
era, gilded aud silvered; after these the
young female relatives mid friends of
the dead girl, richly dretsel, each in a
jin-riki-slin. Then came no lets than
lil'ty-two enormous stands of flowers
and evergreens—such as first described
borne in pairs, followed by
a large number of tsukuri-bana
(artificial flowers). Then came a sol¬
emn-looking “Shin-kwaa” (Shinto
priest), who tapped upon a sacred
drum; after him a number of sacred
musicians in full dress and hats, play¬
ing upon small bamboo fifes. After
these, in jin-riki-alias, a number of
Buddhist priests, with shaven heads,
dressed in rich-colored robes, holding
in their laps some symbolic vessels con¬
taining lice and other, to me, un¬
known substances. Over these were
held enormous crimson paper umbrellas,
carried by bearers dressed in white.
After these came a man holding *‘lhai, ”
a wooden ta ilet on which the name ol
the dead girl was written; then two
men followed with incense burners;
then many more stands of flowers, both
natural and artificial. Tuon came the
body in a plain coffin covered with
white, borne high upon a platform,
over which was a canopy. Then fol¬
lowed the relatives on foot, and friends
of the deceased’s parents, and after
them (he public. At the cemetery hun¬
dreds of boxes containing sweetmeats
were given away to the friends, aud
tea was served to all who wished.
Much of the ceremonywas unintelligible
to me, but as a public spoctaelo it was
remarkable.
Pulpit to Gambling House.
“Speaking of mysterious disappear¬
ances,” said Captain Nelson, at the
Girard house last night, “a eise of that
kind tore up Savannah society a few
years ago. One of the most popular
clergymen in the city kisse l his wife
and children after supper one evening,
and left his house to go to a service at
his church, ile never appeared at the
church, and was never seen in Savannah
again. Detectives were employed to
search for him, and a large amount of
money was expended on the investig i
tiori, but all to no avail; and within
six months the conclusion was reached
that he had either committed suicide or
had been murdered. A year or so later
a young physician from Savannah, who
had beni mi attendant upon this clergy¬
man’s ministration, was in Paris, and
was making the rounds of the city with
some friends. They went into one of
the swell gambling houses, and had not
been there many minutes before a man
entered whom (be Savannah doctor im
mediately recognized as the fugitive
preacher. The physician accosted him
by name, whereupon the ex-clergyman
drew him into a corner and begged him
to be silent and discreet, ‘i am, ’ he
said, ‘one of the proprietors of this
house, and I am making money here.
The profession of the mi n is ter y grew
utterly abhorrent to me, and the desire
for an adventurous life took complete
possession of me. I could do nothing
but abscond from the town in which
you knew me. I rely upon you not to
expose me.’
“The facts,” continued Captain Nel¬
son, “were told me by the physician,
who is now one of the most eminent
and successful members of his profes¬
sion in Savannah.’ ’—Philadelphia In¬
quirer.
The Origin of Hogs.
The question of the origin of the dog
has recently been discussed by Professor
Nehring, who believes that it has de¬
scended from various stillsurvivingspe¬
cies of wolves and jackals. The latter
animals can be tamed, and many at¬
tempts to domesticate wolves have been
successfully made in recent times. Herr
Kongo has so completely tamed a young
wolf that it follows him exactly as adog
might do .—Public Opinion.
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IVhen the Train Comes in.
There are eager faces near,
And a half-subdued cheer,
As around the curve the cars unsteady spin;
While impatient feet await
For the opening of the gate,
At the station when the train comes in.
There is handshaking and kissing
And inquiries for the missing,
And a searching here ami there for friends
or kin;
There are sad and tearful sighs,
And a waving of good-bys,
At the station when the train comes in.
Then from out tlie baggage car,
Oh, so careful, lest to jar,
Comes a long and narrow box amid the din.
As the mourners gather round,
There’s a sobbing, wailing sound,
At the station when the train comes in.
Then tiie ringing of the bell,
And the whistle, clearly tell,
They are ready a new journey to begin.
For it brooks not to be late,
There are other hearts that wait
At the station when the train conies in.
—Helen F. O' XcHl in Family Album.
HUMOROUS.
When you kill time it is your own.
One can never tip a waiter so that ho
loses his balance.
It is not unusual to see a tall man
short—of funds.
“Never say dye” is a motlo that some
barbers would grow poor on.
Woman was made after man, but
man lias been after woman ever since.
“Some of tlie best people in tho
country put up with me,” said tlfo
pawnbroker.
The man who is hung may not bo
much of a reporter, but he is successful
in getting tlie noose.
Some people get m id and go to law.
Others fighl, send for a policeman and
let the law come to them.
Braggs—Tuis is a little Into for you
to bo out, isn’t it, Peek? Aren’t you
afraid your wife will miss you? Mr. N.
Peek —1 hope she will. She can fling
things pretty straight, though.
Lady (leaving a store)—I am up to
the tricks of these merchants. I made
him come down $2 on tho ]>tieo. Mer¬
chant (lo himself)—I am up to tho
tricks of tlioio laly customers. I pu
the price up $4.
Albert—“Say, George, don’t you
think Miss Risebud is beautiful? Don’t
you think she has lino regular features?”
George (who has just proposed and
been rejected) — “Well, to tell tho
truth, Albert, I don’t like her nocs,"
Now chill winter’s surly blasts
Are howling cross the wold,
Ami lie whose coal is not luid in
Will find the world is cold.
Tlie “American Beauty.”
The exquisite American Beauty, which,
so says a florist, is the most popular and
best-selling rose in all the market, has
a pleaiing little history of its own. In
tite first place, it is the only new variety
of rase that Ainonica has giveu to tho
world. Franco and England havo pro¬
duced nearly all tlie cultivated varieties.
America but this incomparable one.
Curiously enough, too, the flower was
not tlie result of cultivation. Without
waiting to havo its advent into tho
world encouraged by the coaxing proc¬
esses of hybridization, this sturdy
floral exponent of American enlerpriso
was found one morning, perfect in form
and color, exquisite in fragrance, on a
scrubby little bush in tho garden of a
Washington gentleman. Its unusual
beauty attracted the immediate attention
of flower lovers, but when tho classifica¬
tion was attempted no variety was found
to include the new specimen. How it
was produced has never been ascer¬
tained. Some J r. > iy cross between
two especially i di eted varieties, and
that cross the result of chance, probably
originated this marvelous and perfect
variety of the rose. L syal to our Ameri¬
can genius, it is emphatically self-made.
— C h i cago II rut, Ul.
A Grand Mexican Volcano.
An American railroad contractor
named Stephen Heston has been an eye¬
witness of the late eruption of the vol¬
cano of Colima, which is thirty mile3
north of th: Mexican city of the same
name. This volcano has its crater at an
elevation of 20, 000 feet above (lie s:i
level, and is very active, intermittently
throwing up a column of smoke and
rjd-liot ashes hundreds of feet in the
air. These spasmodic eruptionS'-occnr
about ten or twelve times a day, and are
followed by reports similar to the dis¬
charge of artillery. A few days before
the earthquake the volcano vunited a
dense black smoke that hung like a pall
over the country’for miles around. This
phenomenon lasted for several days, and
was accompanied at intervals by show
ers of red-hot ashe?, which descended
upon its side. It is not known whether
any lava is being thrown out, as the
rci-hot ashes make investigation impos¬
sible. At night tin sudden eruptions
present a magnificent appearance. These
sudden spurts illuminate the country for
miles around, and the spectacle is a
grand one .—Panama Star and Herald.