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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 THE FOREST NEWS. 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.