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VOLUME Y.
The Relief sbip.
~n ft eftbin, where the thatch,
T; iht yellow gold, all the eaves;
V . r^o i e nan swallows loVerl to hatch,
Plaining royal bed oi leaves;
ere otteJi in the summer time
roses peep’d within the door,
■ linnets learned their little rhyme
n iispny children on the floor;
’niielt a woman pale and gaunt
‘ Kv hetlsMe ot a dying child,
, n lit have been the shade ot want,
prom hope anfi happiness exiled.
, up, my lad,” the mother said;
„ oh) jo not close your eyes again !
do not ask mo, dear, lor bread !”
And then her eyes began to rain.
~ , know no bite nor sup have we,
Xi-< landlord had to have his rint;
,ye know, must have their spree;
,i well, some day he may repint.
Besides, ye know the year was wet
a 1 cold without a bit of shine.
, oW you e weak, avourneen, let
Yer hand rest in this breast ol mine;
o j, en lav there in the days
Before yer lather wint away
lomake a home across the sea,
In far-ofi - dear America.
11 be had lived, we would have had
Enoindi to eat and something more;
For God’s been good to thim, my lad,
And given thim a goodly store,
jut sure we have no kith or kin
Beyond the sea to send us aid,
Don t doubt (1 id’s goodness ! that’s a sin ;
Kb plain are oHen deeply laid.
f-ftY,jy say v sk-- iie to see the say,
Ivok dow .. the way, your lather wint;
| f re, lane on me, my child, that way,
■ You see my own strength’s nearly spint.
| OK here we are upon the rocks,
The sea is smiling in the sun.
What's that, that my poor eyesight mocks ?
A white-winged bird ! Was that a gun ?
• And what is that against the sky ?
A bit ol iunset in the air ?
>’o, waving irom a mast so high,
A foreign Hag with Holds so lair,
An 1 stars that gleam and bid us smile,
And tolls us that within the west
They’ve heard the wail ol this poor isle,
They’ve come in time ? God’s way is best!
"Look up, my lad ! here’s golden grain,
Ami money, too, to purchase more;
All men art kin in hour of pain.
See where tfie good ship strikes the shore,
"See wlfete tin y come with heart and hand
To help poor Erin in the dust;
bo! bless the good and generous land !
You etc, ’iis suit: in God to trust.”
And who will say it was not right,
hat 'inland’s need was not (Tod’s plan
To Drove within the darkest night
4 by 4ipkhy*rht;od
Bartley Campbell.
AILEEN CLARY.
A STORY OF~THE IRISH FAMINE.
Morning in the “jould country.” Just
as tair and sweet a morning as ever glad
dened human eyes. The summer wind
sobbed tremulously through the dewy
’rees, as if shadowy night wept tear3 of
pain as she floated away to make room
fora visitant. In the east the horizon
studied with bars of amethyst
amleno'rai.i, while lilmy, arrowy streaks
of gold shot up and were lost in the blue
overhead. Then the sun gathered about
Him his trailing garments of crimson
on! purple and began his upward
journey,
Dance light, for my heart lies under
Jour feet, love,” the blithe song floated
through the lattice, which the next
moment was pushed open, and the fra
grant air, heavy with night dew that
min for hours sleeping in bloom
: ‘ l foies, rushed in and fanned with
wu3 breath the face of Aileen Clary.
' ft tcndril-like curls that clung in
,; ' n rings around the low satin, smooth
'lull; eyes spalled like dew
ms on a shamrock; cheeks of summer
'° um and lips of summer ripeness
' U P a face that would have tempt
liun anchorite.
A smile rippled over the face of the
I' Irish maiden as she caught sight
ll faUi young fellow slowly coming
mward the cottage.
nd sure, Neil,” she called in a voice
,M Isiouk music, “You are rather an
ire., are you not, for the sun is
l A U P yet,” and going to the door
• ’ auy.y welcomed him, all the titu
D bui ring what made him so sober, so
nuke the usually cheery-Neil O’Neale.
V, f am going to America,” was
ll * :il) rupt announcement.
fad! uttered the maid, gazing up
let c °mp;inion’s face, as the smile
■ '*u irom iu-r own. “ Going to Amer*
, ° u surely do not mean to leave us,”
‘■ l ‘e radiant light (hat had made her
i jo enchanting a few moments be
-1 re faded into ashinesa.
Yes, dear. I must go.”
- ”, no, Neil, you do not mean so.
ion* >OU S ° what shall i do! All the
e ’ iOn S days to sit and cry because I
lonely. You will not, Neil. Tell
me you will not go.”
and ' as one pleads for a life,
th ! K1 dry sobs strangled in her
•om, i, u t her eyes were tearless and
1 oiesitheame in’quick, painful gasps.
gathered the trembling little
?ure closely to his heart.
sin Ai - rn ’ * heep thinking ever
lather died that poverty and sor-
V , AoUi d always be our portion if we
w° U j leruu iu here where the rent
j° | at U P the little I could raise. It
t 510Ui d go to America I could soon
to enable me to come back
■ j'o i<JU ’ an d together we would return
ut country where a home awaits
' I J man that is willing to work. So
i our tears Aileen and bid me God
! Ju, will you not, mavourneen?” he
’ ! a . a t°w, assuring tone.
"•tailing through tears at his hopeful
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words, Aileen soon became almost re
conciled at the thought of bidding him
good-bye. - , „
xt *i BU t tW ° years is Buch a long time,
"2*; 1 tor fear that you will
not come back,” said Aileen, in a voice
that sounded as if it came through
waves of tears.
Aileen, you know that I could not
forget you.”
I know it, Neil. But something
tells me in this parting hour that after
you are gone that dark-faced agent,
Morris Leinster, will trouble me. I re
fused him, you know, and at the time
he frightened me, he was so very
angry.”
Could the girl have perceived the
effect of her words on the listener
ciouclied behind the lattice, she would
have screamed from very fear.
A blaze of jealous, white heat spread
over the dark face of the spy; his eyes
darkened with a fierce and evil light;
his lips compressed with bitter hatred]
and he ground his teeth together as he
muttered to himself:
“ You may well fear Morris Leinster
my fine lady, for the day will come
when you, a peasant farmer’s daughter,
will rue that you slighted the hand of
the rich agent for the sake of that beard
less son of poverty.”
The agent crouched behind thelatttice
until he became aware that the young
couple were coming to the door. Then
he hastily hid himself in a clump of
bushes that grew close by the cottage.
And there he stood, with his livid face,
compressed lips and eyes gleaming like
a basalisk’s, while Aileen gave her lover
the promised, cheerful Godspeed, then
silently left the vicinity of the Clary
cottage witli a terrible unspoken vow
written on the evil face.
“ Bread! Bread! Aty e are*starving!”
The cry arose, first low, tremulous,
as from a sea of tears, then deepened
and swelled into great miserere going
up before the throne of the Eternal
Spirit. It crossed the ocean and vi
brated over the sentient heart-strings
of all those who heard, for it told them
that the “ Jewel of the Atlantic” was
holding out imploring hands, and pray
ing for life—that over the beautiful
island stalked the grim skeleton of
famine, converting it into a vast wine
press, though the crimson, oozing fluid
was not wine, but blood, from those
who are among the noblest of the sons of
earth.
“ Starving!” We who live in a land
of plenty with its immense storehouses,
its great granaries filled to overflowing
with* gbltten grain,' "hardly 'know the
meaning of the word, and God grant
that the hunger wolf may never step
over our thresholds—that we may never
be obliged to refuse the demands of hun
ger till it scorches, withers even the
great passions of life by its incessant
calls for food.
And famine forgot not the home ol
the Clarys. The rounded form of Aiieen
grew thin and wasted; besides a gray
pallor her face had a wan, pmchecklook;
the lips, always so brilliant and laugh
ing, became rigid and ashen hued,and
every feature bore the trace of intense
suffering, but not a word escaped her,
for the pain of witnessing the agony of
her parents as they saw their children
wasting to skeletons, as they beheld the
younger children,, begging vainly,
mutely, with little, claw-like hands for
food that they had no strength to ask
for, numbed evep the pangs of hunger.
Then, in those days of wretchedness
and woe, came anew trial to the brave
hearted girl. She never forgot the thrill
of terror thkt caused-lier heart to beat
with great frightened bounds, as she be
held the dark face of the agent in the
doorway one cold morning, fie came
into the cold room, laughed triumph
antly at the evidences of want about
him, took a cool survey of the face over
which settled a shadow of fear, and
said in a sneering tone:
“ So, my dear Aiieen, you haven’t slip
ped out of my hands as easy as you
thought for.”
Then lie taunted the family of their
poverty —goaded her father almost to
frenzy by threatening to turn iiis starv
ing family out in the snow to die. At
last he said, tantalizingly :
“ Keep your temper, Mr. Clary! I
merely called to tell you of a way by
which your family could be lifted above
want.”
“How?” eagerly, imploringly asked
Clary.
‘‘l will provide a way if Miss Aileen
will consent to become my wife,” and
his eyes rested gloatingly on the shud
dering girl.
He said it in a loud tone and at the
conclusion of the sentence every mem
ber of the family turned an eager, fam
ishing look upon Aileen. She could not
bear their intolerable gaze, and with a
slight cry she threw up her hands and
covered her face. But she said, (irmly :
“ No, no; I cannot be so false.”
Not another word was said until the
agent, laughing scornfully, left the cot
tage. He knew that the faces and forms
about Aileen would be more eloquent in
his behalf than any plea or threat that
he could make.
“Aileen.” groaned her father, “is
your heart turning to stone? Have
you no compassion on those who are
dying?”
“Ai’een,” moaned her mother, “ how
could you say no, when you see the
children starving before your eyes?” and
a feeble cry arose from the phildren tdiat j
went to the very heart-core of the suner
ing true hearced Aileen. She arose,
crossed the floor unsteadily and opened
the door. A woman staggered up bear- j
ing a babe in her arms.
“Bread!” she gasped, “my child and
I are dying, dying lor food.”
The despairing look in Aileen’s face
JEFFERSON, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL 23, 1880.
told the woman that her prayer could
not be answered. The woman gave a
cry of anguish.
girl you cannot let my baby die!
See how pale and thin he is.”
Aileen started back in horror as a lit
tle dead face was placed close to hers,
and then for the first time she noticed
that the fires of insanity blazed in the
woman’s hollow eyc-s. The poor crea
ture turned and staggered off, leaving
Aileen to make a resole that she im
mediately carried out.
She left the cottage and started in the
• direction of the house in which the
agent lived. She walked slowly, for
aside from hunger-weakness a sicken
ing agony sped through every pulse, and
her very limbs seemed chilled with an
guish. She reached the house at last
and rapped teebly. A servant admitted
her and led the wav into the agent’s sit
ing room. An evil leer disfigured the
face of Morris Leinster, as he said:
“Ah! how do you do, my dear? Will
you please be seated?”
Aileen dropped into a chair without a
word. Her torture was too intense for
words at the first moment.
At last, through lips that quivered
pitifully, came the faintly uttered
words:
Mr. Lenister I have called to inform
you that—that I have changed my de
cision. I consent to become your wife
if you will keep my family from starv
ing.”
How utterly dreary and despairing
was the pathos of her voice! but Morris
Leinster did not mind her, hut smiling
said:
“Very well, Aileen! I will bring a
priest over to your house this aftrrnoon
to perform the ceremony. Good-bye,
for a very little time, my dear little wife
to he.”
He put his arm around the shrinking
girl and drew her toward him. Aileen
M aw the horrible light in his eyes as he
bent his head toward her, and with a
scream she dashed his arm away and
left the house. Leinster stood before
the window and watched Aileen till her.
flagging steps told him that her mo
mentary strength had departed, and
then he turned away, rubbing his hands
and chuckling to himself:
“It is of as much use to beat against
the bars of fate as it is to thwart one f
my plans. Ah! my dainty Aileen, your
discipline has just begun.”
Aileen walked on, unheeding whither
she went. She only longed to get away
from even the sight of the house in
which she had spent fifteen wretched
moments. On, on, until her strength
utterly failed, and it # seemed as if stie
never could read) her home. But nit
last she reached it and told her family
what she had done. Their fervent
thanks fell on ears that heard nothing.
“Oh, Neil! Neil!” was Aileen’s smoth
ered cry. “What can I do? I hate
Morris Leinster, I loathe even the very
sight of him, and bow can I endure to
become his wife?” But a knowledge
that an external breakdown would be
agonizing to the whole family prevented
her from giving expression to the in
ward anguish that w.-s torturing her
with inquisitorial pain.
Quickly, oh, so quickly, the hours
sped away. She counted every moment
as a miser counts his gold. But sin*
knew that Morris Leinster would keen
his word, and she was not unprepared
when tfe agent and a strange priest en
tered the cottage. Her father greeted
them and then turned toward Aileen.
Mechanically she arose and placed an ice
cold hand on the agent’s.
Slowly the ceremony began. Why
did Aileen neglect to answer the ques
tion of the priest? She bent toward
the door in a listening attitude, then
snatching away her hand, she disap
peared through the door, hastily pulled
open. Nothing was said, for astonish
ment sealed their lips. They were not
less amazed to see a bronzed and
bearded man enter the still open door,
carrying in his arms a senseless burden.
Neil O’Neale’s quick wit gave a solu
tion to the scene that met his eyes. He
pointed to the door and his eyes gleamed
blue stilettoes, as he said in a stern,
mperative tone, “Go, and bear in mind
that if you cross the pathway of Aileen
Ulary again you take your life in your
hands.” Foiled, the cowering agent
slunk away. The priest, at a motion
of Neil’s, remained. Soon Aileen had
so far recovered, as to be able to place
the no longer reluctant hand in Neil’s,
and say the words that bound _her to
him forever.
If blessings could make a man happy,
surely Neil O’Neale must have been the
happiest man in Ireland, as he distrib
uted with generous hand, among the
starving people of the little village, the
bountiful supply that his forethought
had provided.
Before the Clary family separated
j that night Neil told them why he had
! come back before the two years had ex
! pired.
“ I arrived ail right in America and
found everyone talking about some
wonderful mines that had lately been
discovered, and I joined a party that
was going to the Black Hills. Well, to
make a long story short, luck followed
me and I had a snug sum when I started
for New York. There I heard that Ire
land was in sorrow and I sailed as soon
as possible for the ouid countrie.”
Soon Neil and the Clary family emi
grated for America, b\it the last words
they heard, as they left the shores of
Ireland, was the wail that still crosses
the ocean, “Bread! Bread! We are
starving!” —Bangor Commercial.
Some temperance statistician lias es-
I limated that the liquor traffic costs the
United States government seventeen
i dollars for every dollar it receives from
that source of revenue.
A Human Trait.
Burdette, the Burlington Uawkeye
humorist, while on a recent lecturing
tour, spent an idle hour in the woods
at Bloomville, Ohio. There were only
three idle creatures in the woods, he
says. I was the biggest, the oldest and
the idlest of the three. A chub of a
boy, about six or seven years old, was
the next and a black and tan dog, that
had treed a squirrel, was the next. I
was so pleased with the boy’s idle com
panionship that I paid him a quarter
for it, and advised him to stick to it,
and never work until he had to, and
then, feeling the same community of
sentiment for the dog, I went and helped
him bark at the squirrel.
The tree was about two hundred feet
high. The dog would probably stand
about thirteen inches from the floor. He
tried to climb that tree. He barked as
though his throat was all the rams’
horns of Jericho. He was after that
squirrel which was just as far out of his
reach as the clouds. And the squirrel
wasn’t paying any attention to the dog,
and, indeed didn’t know what he was
barking at. I am not positive, that it
had not gone off into another tree an
hour ago, and was away off in another
part of the woods, down near the county
line. So I patted the dog’s head as I
came away, and said to him :
Carlo, keep it up. It seems to do
you a heap of good, and it doesn’t bother
the squirrel a particle. So keep it up.
You can never climb the tree; you will
never catch the squirrel; when he wants
to come down he will come down an
other way, and you will not see him.
He will live just as long and be iuSt as
happy with your noise as without it.
It occupies your mind and it doesn’t dis
tract his. And it shows a very human
trait in you, Carlo. I have known men
just like you; men who spent their lives
doing just what you are doing—barking
at the people who were out of their
reach. Keep it up, Carlo, good dog.
The “ Blood-Red Knight.”
An attempt at burglary, which hap
pened not far from Doneraile, in the
county of Cork, Ireland, is still spoken
of, so that the story has become histori
cal, although the event occurred nearly
seventy years ago.
On the morning of March 11, 1811, a
gentleman named Purcell was in bed on
the gi-ound floor in a house of which he
Was the sole occupant. He was an ec
centric old man, and reputed to be very
wealthy. As he lay in bed he heard a
noise in the next loom, and through the
open clooi 4 he’saw a aik/i jump fivtfm the
window-sill into the apartment. The
intruder was followed by another, and
altogether Mr. Purcell ascertained, by
listening acutely, that six robbers had
got into his house. The moon was shin
ing brightly, and the brave old man,
believing that his life would be forfeited,
determined to sell it dearly. He con
cealed himself in the shade by the side
of the doorway between the bedroom
and the sifting-room, and, knife in hand,
awaited the first comer, who fell fatally
stabbed “to the heart. A second thief
advanced and thrust Iris gun into the
room. Mr. Purcell saw that the muzzle
was not pointed at his body, and, as the
"un was discharged, struck its holder
dead just below the collar bone. As the
third of the band crept cautiously across
the threshold, Mr. Purcell discovered
that Ms Knife was bent, and calmly
straightened the blade between his teeth
previous to plunging it into his thiid
victim’s heart.
The rest of the band, daunted by the
intrepid resistance offered to them by
the single old man, retreated to the open
window, and, getting out of it wit h all
speed, turned their backs upon a house
which already contained three of
their dead companions. Mr. Purcell,
when the story was told to Mr. Perce
val. then prime minister, was knighted
for his bravery, and went ever after by
the Dame of “ the blood-red knight.”
Jumping One Hundred Feet.
Thomas Boyd, a young man about
twenty-eight years of age, has accom
plished the feat of jumping from the
bridge which spans the Ohio at Louis
ville, Ky., into the falls below, a dis
tance of about one hundred feet. About
three Sundays previous he jumped off
in presence of a few friends, and when
he claimed to have performed the feat
the public were loth to believe him; so
about two weeks afterward he an
nounced his intention of making the
leap, and was on hand at the appointed
time, as was a large crowd, but the
bridge authorities objected, and the
police interfered.* He then determined
to jump off in privacy and let only the
reporters and a few personal friends
know the time. At 3:30 o’clock he and
a favored few, about fifteen in all, pro
ceeded to the bridge. A skiff was in
waiting a short distance below the
bridge, and at four o’clock, everything
being in readiness, Boyd, dressed only
in trousers and shirt, stepped up the
railing and leaped into the rapids be
low. He turned one somersault and
had hardly turned the second when he
struck feet first, and after being under a
few seconds appeared on the surface.
The boatmen caught him and he was
brought to shore. The fall did not
hurt him in the least. There was nine
feet and eight inches of water where he
jumped. Although young in years, he
is an old diver, and has jumped off a
number of bridges in the United States,
among which are the near
Huntington, Ohio, and a bridge at De
catur, Ala. His last leap he considers
the highest and most brilliant of all.
He was born in Belfast, Ireland, and
has passed most of his years on the
ocean.
Chief Douglas’ Attempt to Escape.
Chief Douglas, confined in the guard
house at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas,
with being the ringleader of
the band of lltes who massacred the
Meeker family, tried to escape. The
way he managed it was typical of the
Indian race. When he was taken to
Fort Leaven worth he was pla in the
guard-house, where all prisoners are
placed to await trial, and under promise
of good behavior he was not closely con
fined, and was given the privilege of
walking.out on the porch at the second
story of the building for the purpose of
getting air, he having been wounded
slightly. One afternoon at about half
past three o’clock, he walked out in the
air with more than his usual chief-like
dignity. He gave a swift glance over
the porch, and found the back of the
guard toward him. Quick as light
ning he made a survey of the garrison,
and with all the ardor of a youthful
warrior he decided that the opportunity
had arrived to escape. Within a second
he drew his blanket to his shoulders
and with one bound reached the balus
trade around the porch. It required
but a moment, after a hurried look be
hind him, to place his hands on the rail
ing and spring lightly over and fall to
the ground, a distance of about twelve
feet. His route had evidently been
planned beforehand, for he darted west
ward on the road leading from the
guard-house toward the wooded hills
near the national cemetery.
While passing the hospital with the
fleetness of a deei the hospital steward
saw him and at once gave the alarm.
The guards at once gave chase, and fired
several shots after the retreating chief,
who, paying no attention to the dread
explosion of army rifles, flew on with
the speed of the wind, and, having nearly
two hundred yards the start, was in a
fair way to reach the hill, but fortune
was against him.
Sergeant Hubbard, of the provost
guard, was on his way from the fort to
the city, and was mounted on a fleet
horse. Hearing the first shots, he halted
near |,the south gate, and, finding the
firing continued, he made a rapid detour,
first west and then across lots north,
until} he discovered the fugitive, and,
taking the situation at a glance, gave
chase, unarmed as he was. When
within a few hundred feet of the flying
chief a fence appeared in the way of the
sergeant, but a touch of the spur lilted
horse and rider neatly over it, and it was
but a few seconds wfien the doughty In
dian was commanded to halt. He paid
no attention to the command other than
to look .behind him. and increase his
speed. The sergeant soon dashed up be
side him and ordered him to stop; the
answer was an attempted blow with a
heavy stone, Douglas having one in
each hand. Sergeant Hubbard finding
that force was necessary, being a strong,
muscular man, soon convinced the chief
that he would lor yes awhile await the
mercy of the government. . The prisoner
was taken back toward the guard-house,
until the guards were met, placed again
in their care and heavily ironed.
The attempt on the part of Douglas to
escape was one of the boldest on record,
as he certainly considered the difficulties
he would meet in passing through so
large a territory thickly settled by the
whites, before he could make his way
to the mountains. Had it not been for
the vigilance and zeal of the sergeant,
he would, however, have given the gov
ernment considerable trouble to find
him —alive.
A Grateful Farmer.
A thrifty German farmer in Kansas
wanted a second wife. The ladies of
Kansas were unsatisfactory, so he sent,
says the l J ittsburg (Pa.) Commercial,
to a friend in that city and asked him
in a brief, business-like letter to hunt
him up a wife in the smoky city. His
friend happened to be acquainted with
a comely German maiden who was
anxious to be married, and pressed the
suit of the applicant in that quax-ter.
He sent a photograph of the lady to the
Kansas man, who wrote back that he
was entirely satisfied with her appear
ance and to send her on by next train.
He enclosed fare for her. The lady
boarded the first train, and arrived in
Kansas several weeks ago. She was
met by the expectant farmer, and in a
few hours they were joined in wedlock.
The sequel of the story is that the Pitts
burg friend, who was a driver for a gen
tleman in that city, received a letter
from the Kansas man, stating that he
was so pleased with his wife that he
desired to reward his friend for secur
ing the prize for him. Enclosed was a
deed for a fine tract of land in Kansas,
and the di'iver has gone out there to
settle down.
On a Mexican Coffee Plantation.
There can be no place more beautiful
than these plantations of coffee, shaded
with orange trees and bananas. There
are about 1,200 trees to the acre, at
this time loaded with ripe berries for
the most part, though some are in
bloom in a plantation adjoining an
other where the pickers are at work.
The fruit that is grown for protection
from the sun pays all expenses of the
cultivation and leaves the coffee at the
net profit of the investment.
The first plantation visited was that
of Mr. Pink, where there are 123,000
bearing trees. Here there were Mexi
cans slowly pounding the coffee in a
great wooden mortar, holding about a
half bushel, in order to remove the
hulls. General Grant asked him why
he did not use a machine to do the
w®rk, and with a prejudice always
characteristic of a people in respect to
an innovation, he replied that this was
the best way.— Chicago Inter-Ocean.
FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
Household Hints.
To prevent glue from cracking when
dry. add about one tablespoonful of
glycerine to a pint of solution while it
is hot.
The red spider may be banished from
plants by the simple process of cutting
off the infected leaf. A leaf once at
tacked soon decays and falls off; but
then the animals remove to another.
By Carefully pursuing this amputation,
plants will become remarkably healthy.
The white of an egg, into which a
piece of alum about the size of a wal
nut has been stewed until it forms a
jelly, is a capital remedy for sprains.
It should be laid over the sprain upon a
piece of lint and be changed as often as
it becomes dry.
A lump of fresh quicklime the size of
a walnut dropped into a pint of water
and allowed to stand all night, the
water being then poured off from the
sediment, and mixed with a quarter of
a pint of the best vinegar, forms the
best wash for scurf in the head. It is
to be applied to the roots of the hair.
Gold lace may be cleansed by rubbing
it with a soft brush dipped in roehe
alum, burnt,' and sifted to a very fine
powder.
To curl plumes put some coals of
fire on a shovel, sprinkle brown sugar
on the coals and hold the plumes in the
smoke. One application will be suffi
cient to make them as nice as new.
Another way: Take a little salt and
sprinkle it upon the hot stove and hold
the plumes over the smoke a few
minutes.
A tablespoonful of black pepper will
prevent gray or buff linens from spot
ting if stirred into the first water in
which they are washed, It will also
prevent the colors running in washing
black or colored cambrics or muslins,
and the water is not injured by it, but
is just as soft as before the pepper was
put in.
Herbs for drying for future use should
be cut just about the time they are com
ing into flower. Dry them in the shade,
and after sufficienty dry to put them
away, tie them in bunches and hang
in a cool shed, or place them loosely be
tween paper,and stow away in cupboards
or drawers, the last mode is by far the
cleanest and most approved plan with
the best housekeepers. Some, indeed,
powder the leaves at once after drying,
and put away in bags ready for use.
Heelpes.
Home Cup Cake.—Two cups sugar,
one eirp ot butter, one cup of milk, three
tablespoonfuls cream tartar, one of soda,
flour to make it proper consistency.
Potato Bai.i.s, ok Croquettes.—
Four large, mealy, potatoes, cold, mash
them in a pan with two tablespoonfuls
of fresh melted butter, a pinch of salt,
a little pepper, one tablespoonful of
ciearn, and the beaten yolk of one egg;
rub it together for about five minutes,
or until vex-y smooth ; shape the mixture
into balls about the size of walnut rolls,
dip them into an egg well beaten, and
then into the finest sifted breadcrumbs;
fry them in boiling lard.
To Make Sausages.-Take tender
pieces of fresh pork, chop them very fine,
with sonic of the leaf fat, in the propor
tion of three pounds of lean to one
pound of fat. Season very highly with
pepper and salt, and a small quantity of
dried sage rubbed to a powder. Fry in
cakes.
Sand Hearts.— Two pounds of flour,
two pounds of sugar, one pound of but
ter, three eggs. Make up into a dough,
and work till the ingredients are well
incorporated. After rolling out and cut
ting into heart-shape, place the cakes
on a pan and beat up one egg, spread
some of it over with a feather, and then
sprinkle with granulated sugar. If a
littlecoai'se-grained, all the better, mix
ing with a finely powdered cinnamon.
Sheep,
Sheep picked out for the butcher
should be fed generously and regularly,
and upon this point too much stress can
not be laid. Care should be taken,
however, to give the sheep only just
enough for one meal at each feeding
time. If they are given a superabund
ance of hay they soon learn to lie par
ties >ar in selecting the best part only,
and if there is not enough of this at one
feeding time, they will wait half hungry
for the next, My own experience agrees
with that of most successful sheep
owners, that fattening cattle should be
fed three times a day, though some o
my neighbors thiDk twice often enough.
It is also very important that the sheep
should not be allowed to suffer for want
of water; neither should they lack a
supply of salt, for although salt is not so
necessary to them in the winter as in
the summer, still they will thrive better
if it is fed to them at least once a week
all the season.— Exchange.
The Flower Garden.
Most flower seeds are good for more
than one yeai. Asters, stocks and some
other sorts are worthless the second
season. Of a large number of varieties
a portion will germinate the second
year, but not a very high percentage,
such as phlox, verbena and many others.
Seeds saved in a favorable season and
properly dried will, of course, remain
good longer than those saved in an un
favorable year, or carelessly cured. As
a rule round seeds are good longer than
thin, flat ones, and many of the smallest
are good as long as any. Old balsam
seeds are generally acknowledged to be
better than new. Last summer, in the
garden of an old German lady, I saw
some flowers from seeds brought from
the old country sixteen years before.
I She had petunias, portvlaca and gourds
—V. B. Root.
NUMBER 46.
It Never Pays.
It never pa vs to tret and growl
When fortune seems our toe;
The better bred will look ahead
And strike the braver blow,
For luck is work,
And those who shirk
Should not lament their doom.
But yield the play,
And clear the way,
That better men have room.
It never pays to wreck the health
In drudging after gain,
And he is sold who thinks that gold
la cheapest bought with pain.
An hnmble lot,
A cosy cot,
Have tempted even kings,
For station high,
That wealth will buy,
Not ott contentment brings.
It never pays ! A blunt retrain
Well worthy ot a song.
For age and youth must learn the truth
That nothing pays that’s wrong.
The good and pure
Alone are sure
To bring prolonged success,
While what is right
In heaven’s sight
Is always sure to bless.
items or interest.
Caps and hats came into general use
about 1449.
Not buffaloes alone, but big game all
over the world, is getting scarce.
.The distance by railroad from New
York to San Francisco is 3,330 miles.
Gray hairs in a young person indicate
a preponderance of lime in the system.
“Take care!” says a timid exchange.
Yes, but take it in small doses.— Mc-
Gregor News.
A barber is always open to conviction.
Tell him his razor is dull, and he will
hone up.— Boston Transcript.
Since 1877 there have been forty-eight
cremations in Milan. The society now
Numbers nearly 200 members.
Dr. Glenn, who was not elected gover
nor of California last fall, has enlarged
his wheat area by 10,000 acres.
It always struck us as being paradoxi
cal that light houses are constructed of
heavy stonework. —Ottawa Republican.
A manufactory at Indianapolis turns
out daily 100,000 of the neat little wooden
dishes in which butter is so generally
sold now.
It is said that a recent count shows
that 10,000 persons passed out ot the
doors of a leading hotel in New York
city in one day.
The coal mines in Pennsylvania so far
in 1880 have turned out a third more an
thracite than last year, and exactly twice
as much as in 1875.
A man asked for a pas over the Balti*
more and Ohio railroad on the ground
that his aunt was killed on the road some
thirteen years ago.
The Chinese government has deter
mined to establisH consulateHn Boston
Philadelphia and New York, for the
better protection of its subjects.
“Hi, boy! I'm a stranger in town.
Show me where I can get some wax.”
And the boy sent him to the school
master, because he said the schoolmaster
had more whacks than any person he
knew of. —Salem Sunbeam.
A Tennessee man accidentally shot a
dog and in trying to explain to the ownar
how it occurred accidentally shot him.
A coroner thought he ought to explain
how he shot the man, but he couldn’t
get a jury to listen to the explanation;
they were kind of shy of him, as it were.
Boston Post.
There were seventy-eight explosions
of steam boilers in the United States
last year, located as follows: In Ohio,
eighteen; lowa, one; Texas, one; Indi
ana, nine; Michigan, five; Missouri,
three; Arkansas, two; Louisiana, two;
Tennessee, two; Maryland, one; New
York, two; New Jersey, one; North
Carolina, three; Kentucky, three; Cali
fornia, three; Mississippi, one; Minne
sota, two, Illinois, six; Pennsylvania,
ten; Massachusetts, one.
The first steamer that crossed the At
lantic (or any other) ocean, was the Sa
vannah. She was fitted up in New York
for Mr. Scarborough, of Savannah, Ga.,
and sailed for that city March 29, 1819.
On the twenty-ninth of May she sailed
direct for Liverpool, making the passage
in twenty-two days, part of the distance
being accomplished under sail. From
Liverpool she went to Cqpenhagen, St.
Petersburg and Arendel, Norway. From
the latter port she returned to Savannah,
making the trip in twenty-five days.
Words of Wisdom.
Hope without an object cannot live.
Whoever learns to stand alone must
learn to fall alone.
He that can compose himself, is wiser
than he that composes books.
Favors of every kind are doubled when
they are speedily conferred.
It is something to be good; but it is
far finer to be good for something.
Art must anchor in nature, or it is the
sport of every breath of folly. •
He that speaks the truth will find him
self in sufficiently dramatic situations.
Calumny would soon starve and die of
itself if nobody took it in and gave it
lodging.
Despair and postponement are coward*
ice and defeat. Men were born to suc
ceed, not to fail.
Where no wood is, there th*> fir*: goefh
out; so when there is no tale-beat * rs the
strife ceasetb.