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By R. S. HOWARD. VOLUME YI. timely topics. n.. 1. N. Brown, of Laurel, Ohio, ,' g that the distinct likeness of a '!> eirl’s face has been photographed / "titning upon a window pane in f Mown, and that the picture has !?n recognized by a score of persons _ the g ix year-old daughter of Thomas f rs , who occupied ihe house in V; ,h [be window is, a year and a hall f ; There are, he says, three other k "--:r,>3on the same pane, but no ODe ," v t recognized them; and there are :.;, ari , 3 or: three other panes in the ‘ Washing and rubbing ; ?s does not remove the pictures. The past year was not a prosperous . sr far the shipbuilding industry of ida, the number of new vessels v/s ad registered being 265, of 74,227 / jgainst 340 vessels of 101,506 tons •jifiß, while in 1874 there were con ned 496 vessels, of 190,756 ton-, c'jisda. however, holds the proud po ..jon of the lourth ‘ maritime power ' the world, nearly equaling Norway, yhieh ranks third. In 1877 Canada fifth nmong the maid time States ltt'y having the fourth place, but last .jar that nation dropped back to the ijxthplace. Norway during the past .jo years lias increased her tonnage 11.194 t0n5, while in the same time the tonnage of the dominion has been in creased by 21,626 tons. There is a,ways famine in s*me aarter of the world, but the sufferings ifthe starving people of Mosul, Asiatic Turkey, are not paralleled by those which afflict any other people. The republic of the United States has been so fortunate as to gain for itself, nrnu.'hout the world, a reputation for generosity c upled with prosperity. Ihe archbishop of the Syrians has, ac cordingly, addressed to the American cation at Constantinople a remarka bie letter describing some of the horrors oithe famine in the Mosul district. Ihe appeal is directed to the people of fttUnited States, and is indorsed by the American charge d’affairs at Con stantinople. It is a petition which writs the ready attention and gener al response of a Christian people. S<a girls predict storms by assem bling on the land, as they know that the rain will bring earthworms and ip* to the surface. This, however 'merely a search lor food, and is due It the same instinct which teaches the fallow to fly high in fine weather and iskim along the ground when foul is win?. [They simply follow the flies sad gnats which remain in the warm Rrataol the air. The different tribes of bditn; hints always migrate before tin, likewise, to hunt for food. Many birds foretell rain by warning cries and actions, and swine will carry Av and straw to hiding places, oxe:T lick themselves the wrong way of sheep will bleat and ski]> hnit, hogs turned out in the woods *• come grunting and squealing, colts rub their backs against the ground, :srs will gather in crowds, crickets sing louder, flies come into the jux>. frogs cry and change color to a hue, dogs eat grass and rooks •h uke hawks. I,v ' n & to tne inability of the govern "J ai to acquire a perfect title to the ‘H i under the act of Congress, spe pa39ed in the Forty-fifth Con die erection of the monument * U T ’ :1 W:l3 authorized over the grave oinas Jefferson at Monticello, his ;'^ ce . near Charlottesville, Va., f!. foa e ‘ a yed awaiting additional Y?*ation. The State department has 13 addressed a letter to the committee, submitting the de •' , t^ie attorney general of the ates has found in the title, and J D , 2 ! " r SJC h legislation as will C. lein afl d permit the United ' to proceed with the erection of monu ®ent. Monticello, by which of Jefferson is known, has . :i itigation for a great many and has only been settled within past few months by a legal sale to ti, ", nC *P For a long time it - 'anioned and the mansion re iE;: l :* w h°U, uninhabited; but it will 1 a matter of pride to the people - nire country that the private ■r! ,) *' een reclaimed through pri , ' f ' rts ’ an d that the grave, so long -jaVt r aut hor of the Delara v,. is to pass under * r : rol of the government he was - nent in forming and perpetuat frehistorie Africa. Emil Holub, the Austrian 1,111 a recent lecture [before the -r, institute, on : , !a; S°uth Africa tribes, men- W ; , lt dad found along the !llCan coasts clear traces of ex n, r ‘ ) Hs w ho, judging from their - .m tl other indications, must have a very low type. Passingfur •fn° Je lnte rior, there were evi -103 °f quite a different stage of r min ding him of the great Hjjj. otn Phe which the Portuguese W- °, n l^e^r ma P B at Monomatapa. s iQe> ? 1?m Were wor ki n 2 s ancient ef a ' s * m c even of gold, and the ruins i olll U . kind of cyclopean fortifica ’-xtp U °k evi dences, he held, pointed u J ll!mat “d tribes, and testiffed to iu; e ! 'iuity of the average African the r|j, Wur f ar<? . which destroys all Ppuly* the victors as slaves.— THE FOREST NEWS. One Day. Another day-one day; And that is all; A gilt lrom heaven sent down; Men deem it small. The great sun rose, to bring another day, Earth traveled tar, and in no idle way, That man might have, ot life, another day. All worlds, all Buns, all spheres, All seasons, months and years Bring tribute; as to kings Are brought rich ofierings. The wealth ol ages—story, precept, rhyme— Are gilts to thee, thou latest son ol time. It comes lo- good-one day— For highest gooc; And lor it man should pay Real gratitude. Days do not last; and this day, crowned the best, Full soon will lade and soltiy sink to rest In the rich chambers of the glowing west; And all the wealth it brings Is yours and mine. Proud kings Would lay their crowns in dust, And let them idly rust, li, when once past, the sacrifice would bring One misspent day lor one unhappy king. It bringeth food—one day— And houses, lands. It giveth eyes to see, And willing hands, And ears to hear, and friends, and loving words, And sun and shade, and flecks and lowing herds, And fruits and flowers, and song of many birds; It lights up all the hills, . And deepest valleys fills With life and light and air. It sends good everwhere. It lilts the ocean, with a loving hand, And drops its waters on the thirsty land. It opens doors—one day— Doors swinging wide As human life can reach, Or human pride Can well desire. The realm of thought is there, A mighty kingdom, stretching wide and tar Beyond the light of moon, or sun, or star. It opens this to thee, Not as a mystery; But something real, and lair As costly temples are, Built by great masters, with laith sublime That art, like thought, outlasts the touch ol time. It giveth wings—one day Wings ler the soul To speed its flight away From pole to pole; To girdle faith, and still unwearied .rise To greater heights, in clearer, fairer skies, Until are seen the gates ot paradise. Most holy, holy day! Bow down, oh soul, and pray. The spot where thou dost stand Is hallowed, and God’s hand Alone can guide thee through a single day. Bow down oh soul, and for this guidance pray. —lra E. Sherman , in Independent. “ROSES” “Roses, indeed!” said Mr. Merritt, with a dark frown on his countenance —“a dollar’s worth of roses! I never heard of such nonsense in my life. What in the name of common sense do you want of roses, I’d like to know? Ain’t there lots of wild ones down in the swamp?” Mary Merritt stood crimson and con fused beneath the lash of her father’s sneering words. She was a slight, pretty girl of eighteen, with bright brown eyes, hair smooth and glossy as a chestnut rind, and a complexion of the purest pink and white. “I —I thought I’d like a few flowers in the door-yard,” hesitated Mary, scarcely venturing to lift her eyes from the floor. “Flowers!” sarcastically echoed her father. “ Wouldn’t you iike a set of diamonds, or a black-velvet gown? Or a carriage and four? If I’d known vou was such a fine lady I’d have had the house newly lurnished with red vel vet cushions and a Brussels carpet. You must have a deal of money to spare, to go about ordering dollars’ worths of roses!” “ It’s my own money, father,” cried poor Mary, fairly stung to desperation. “I earned it with my own hands, binding shoes at night, after the day’s work was done.” “ And you’re mine, ain’t you—and all that belongs to you?” said Josiah Mer ritt, grimly. “ And if you’re able to earn any extra money, it had ought to be handed over to me. Give me that letter with the dollar-bill in it?” “ Can’t I have any roses, father?” said Mary, with a sinking heart. “Not on this here farm,” said Mr. Merritt “All the spare money we can raise goes to payin’ interest on the old mortgage and keeping up the buildings and fences. A dollar ain’t much,” eying poor Mary’s precious bill, “but a dollar will help along. Now go back to your milk-skimming, or your bread making, or whatever you’re about. And if you want any roses or posies go out into the fields arter them.” He went out as he spoke, banging the kitchen-door after him, and Mary sat down and cried. She was so tired of the plantain-weeds and running white clover in the door yard ; she had so longed for a few bright spots of color there. And she had worked so hard to earn the money that her father had just coolly confiscated. Josiah Merritt kept no servant, and she was the patient household drudge. So Mary washed and ironed, baked and cleaned, made cheese and butter, raised a whole colony of young turteys, geese and chickens, and mended her father’s shirts and stockings between times. For poor Mrs. Merritt had been ‘worked ” out of the world years be •JEFFERSON, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 9, 1880. fore, and nothing remained of her but a tender memory in Mary’s heart, and a crooked tombstone, half-buried in weeds and briars, in the village church yard. Nor did she venture to plead that one of the confiscated roses had been “for mother’s grave!” “ It s too bad,” said Joel Harvey,who, from the back shed, where he had been sharpening his sickle, had heard the whole altercation. “Why didn’t you lei the poor girl have her roses, Mr. Merritt?” “ Because I don’t believe in encourag ing no such high-llown notions,” re torted the farmer, stiffly. “Yes, but—” “It’s my business, Joel Harvey, not yours,” said Mr. Merritt. “And now, if that there scythe’s ready, we’ll go back to the ten-acre lot. Time is money, and we’ve wasted enough of it already this morning.” “Old savage!” muttered Joel, indig nantly, to himself, as he followed his employer. “I’d just like to serve him out, that I would! Put him into a kettle of boiling silver, and fire it up with greenbacks. Money, money, money! I believe he thinks the world is made of money.” That evening, when he brought in the milking-pails, he slipped a little parcel into Mary’s hand. “ It is a sucker from mother’s big, white rose bush,” said he. “Maybe you can make it grow; and I guess I can get you slips from Squire Aber nethy’s great, red ‘ Giant of Battles,’ that fairly makes your head ache with its color.” Mary’s eyes brightened. “ How good you are, Joel!” said she. “Father thinks —” “I know,” interrupted the young man, contracting his brows. “He thinks you have no right to a pleasure or a luxury in the world—that it’s your only business to grind out money for him.” “There are times,” said Mary, sadly, “ when I think I can’t stand it any longer. If I knew of any place where they wanted a girl to help with the housework, or—” “ You’d avail yourself of it, hey ?” sneered the hoarse voice ot Farmer Merritt, behind her. A pretty serpent I’ve been a nourishing of in my breast. You’ll just stay at home, Mary Merritt, and do your duty as you ought. As for you, Joel Harvey, clear out of this! Here’s your wages for the month. There’s hired men enough to be had, I guess, without having a fellow around who puts your own gal up to rebellious notions.” “Just as you please, Mr. Merritt,’’ said independent Joel. “ I’m suited if you are. I’ve laid up a bit of money and I’ve an idea of investing it for my self. Goou-bye, Mary!” Mary burst into tears. Joel had been her only friend; but Mr. Merritt frowned darkly at her. “Goand strain the milk, girl,” said he. “ Here, you”—to Joel—“ take your money and begone!” And he flung it at him, as if he had been a dog. Joel stooped to pick up the dollais that went rolling about the kitchen floor. “ Much obliged to you for your politeness, Mr. Merritt,” said lie. “ Perhaps I may be able to return it some day.” To which the irate farmer returned no answer. Joel stood unhesitatingly at the gar den- gate a minute before he left the premises. “ I should like to say just one word to Mary,” he said to himself. “But per haps I’d better not. Old Merritt is in such a white rage that he would visit it upon her if I were further to offend him. And I guess she knows my heart and can trust me—just for a while.” A month afterward Josiah Merritt strode indignantly into the i-oom where Mary stood, pale and careworn, mixing up sponge for the morrow’s bread. “What's the matter, father?” she said. “Matter enough!” roared Merritt. “OldFolke has sold that mortgage of mine, and the new man is going to fore close right off! It’s a little overdue, to be sure, but how is a man to raise six thousand dollars at thirty days’ notice ? I can’t do it no more than if it were sixty thousand!” “But what are we to do, father?” Mary asked, with a troubled counte nance, “ We’ll have to clear out, that is all!” said Merritt, sullenly. “ You must get a situation or go into the factory, and I shall have to take a place with Morri son’s hands. “Wfmisthe man, father?” tearfully asked Mary. “ I don’t know. I didn’t ask. He’s coming here to-morrow with Thomp son, the lawyer, worse iuek to him,” Thompson, the lawyer, arrived in due time, and with him came—Joel Harvey. “Mary,” said he, “ I never could ask you to marry me while I was homeless. But now, darling, I can ask you to stay on here in your own old home. I’ll build out a bay window on the south end of the sitting-room, and put anew piazza along the front, .\nd a pump in the kitchen, and I’ll hire a girl to do the rough work. And I’ll try and show you, dearest, that a farmer’s life need not necessarily be a life of drudgery!” “But,” hesitated Mary, “father—” “He’s welcome to a home here if he chooses,” said Joel, heartily. “ And I’ll try and be a good son to him, for your sake, Mary!” But Josiah Merritt declined to stay— nor was honest Joel very much grieved at his decision. And Mary was quietly married to the “ new man,” and upon the wedding day FOR THE PEOPLE. a whole wagon load of rose bushes ar rived—white, pink, yellow and vivid scarlet. “We’ll plant ’em right out in the front yard, dear,” said the bridegroom. “ For I mean that from this time hence forward your life shall be all roses!” Cooking on a Large Scale. Harvard college owns a building fit ted with ail the conveniences to cook for several hundred hungry young men, and there are now boarding in it a num ber which must keep the cooks busy. Here is a short account of the establish ment, from the Golden Rule : The Harvard Dining a° v. elation Uaa ninety employees besides its steward. A ten-horse-power engine, burning two tons of coal per day, heats the building, and supplies steam for the cooking and baking; but when Sanders’theater is heated, a third ton of coal is required. The cooking apparatus is on a vast scale. The great soup-kettle holds 226 gallons, and it is said to be the largest kettle ever cast in this country. Only 110 gallons of soup, however, are re quired for the daily dinner. The oat meal kettle holds fifty-five gallons, and that for cracked wheat twenty gallons; but not quite, though very nearly, this amount is consumed daily. The great range, twenty-five feet long, contains four ovens, and does all the rying and heating plates, etc. There are seven kettles for boiling meats and five for vegetables, and none of them of very small .size, while the great char coal grate will easily broil steak for 650 men. But the most astounding parts of the culinary arrangements are the two great ovens, one for baking meats, and one for bread and pies. The first will cook 2,000 pounds of meat, the other 250 pies. They are not by any means too large, however, since from 800 to 1,000 pounds of meat are consumed daily, and some ninety loaves of graham and sevemy-five of white bread. The heat never leaves the pastry oven from one month to another. “How much flour do you use per day?” I asked. “We average at least a barrel and a half,” was the reply. “ And how many pies at one lunchP” “A hundred and twenty-five, for which three barrels of apples are needed.” Some delicious-looking butter was unpacking from a huge box, and 1 learned that seventy-fiye pounds are here daily used for the tables, and about the same amount for cooking. That the students had not gone hungry on that day, was conclusively shown from the fact that at breakfast 450 pounds o rump steak and sixty-five pounds of fish had been consumed ; that the larder contained for the dinner 300 pounds of turkey and 500 pounds of beef; that 160 gallons of milk (the daily allowance), and forty puddings of large size, were in stole, while twelve immense pans of gingerbread were being prepared for the oven. A Young Ladj’s Crickets, Miss Lucille Clinton, a handsome young artist, who leads a kind of hermit life in her studio at Broadway and Eighteenth street, is in love with crickets and cats. About ten years ago Miss Clinton, being then a young—very young—school gir), read Dicken’s story of “ The Cricket on the Hearth.” Miss Clinton was so affected by the story that she determined to have a cricket at any cost. She hunted the fields for days and weeks before she even heard a cricket, and it was a very long tim after she did hear the first cricket that she was able to find and capture one, so deceptive is the voice and so shy are the movements of the cricket. Then it was a long time again before the young admirer of crickets learned enough about the wants and habits of those sprightly creatures to be able to carry them through tht winter alive and bring up the young in the spring. She wa3 very patient, though, and now what Miss Clinton doesn’t know about crickets isn’t Worth knowing. She has a large fernery full of crickets, and a large quantity of eggs, that are expected to produce a good many more crickets, if no misfortune happens. Last evening Miss Clinton gave a sort of cricket soiree, having invited a num ber of persons in to hear the crickets “ sing.” The concert was given by about 100 stalwart crickets. The listen ers, all but Miss Clinton, were ready to maks affidavit that all the crickets sang exactly alike and dreadfully out of tune. But Miss Clintou was equally positive that each cricket had a voice that differ ed from ali the other crickets; and she ought to know. “Every time 1 go to the country,’ said the interesting young artist, “1 spend most of the time cricketing, I’m glad I wasn't in the country yesterday and the day before, for I would surely have been sunstruck while looking for crickets. I have already been prostrated twice while cricketing. When lam riding through the country, whether it is in my own conveyance or in a stage, I always have to stop if I hear a cricket. Sometimes I make the other passengers awfully angry by making the driver wait while I go off into a field to look for a cricket. They will say lam crazy, and that there is no cricket there at ail. But I always find him, and when I bring him back they say I was right, and then they all begin to like crickets from that time. I often tame them so that they will creep up my arm to the shoulder— I mean outside, you know. My cat likes the crickets almost as well as I do. I couldn’t go to sleep if I couldn’t hear them singing.”—New York Sun. FOR THE FAIR SEX. Fashion ’Votes. Soft fluffy white fringe is now used on snowy wool goods. Cashmere straw is extensively em ployed for children’s hats. For weddings creamy white satin is being used for the entire dress, with lace and tulle for trimmings. Fringes of white pearl edging, quaintly cut basques, and poufs of satin on the sleeves, are on imported wedding dresses. Dark green Surah silks are brightened by borders of foulard of gay colors in striped pattern, such as a cream ground with figures of pale blue and red. Heliotrope shades of cashmere of light weight are combined with satin de Lyon of lighter or darker shades or dressy costumes for the seaside resorts. When the Alsacian and Languedoc laces are used to trim foulards, they are gathered double as full as the lace can be massed down the front edge of the basque and around the neck and wrists. Turbans for little girls have the plain brim of cashmere straw, with the crown of satin damask, gathered to a cluster in tne center, and garnished with a deep silk tassel, after the fashion of the Turkish fez. Nearly akin to the nun’s veiling in effect are the delicate mull batistes. These are generally of the unbleached or the pale ecru tint, and are in plain patterns, and robes with embroidered flounces and other trimming. Pearl-colored brocaded satin with plain satin and point lace is again the favorite dress for the mother to wear when accompanying her daughter to the altar. There are, however, depart ures from this conventional color, and pale blue, gold brocade or very dark maroon with flounces of white lace is worn. Long searf-like pieces of point lace are imported with lace trousseaux, to be used first as bridal veils, and after ward as mantillas or as overskirt drapery; the bride has one end of this scarf fastened far forward in her coif fure, then caught up on each shoulder, and falling thence low on the train of her dress. / Black grenadine made up over black satin, is relieved by floriated damask, or satin foulard, and garnished with plain satin, in one or more high colors. Some models incorporate satin as the foundation, prononce effects of floriated grenadine, with relief of foulard or damask inmille fieurs pattern, garnish ing of plaited amaranth red satin, and trimming of plaited black French lace, and bows of red satin ribbon. We have noticed some stylish cos tumes for misses, made of zephyr cloth and handkerchief plaids. The skirt was made of the plaids, laid in kilts; this, of course, attached to a lining at the top. The overdress of zephyr was a round, wrinkled apron, caught high at the sides, and looped quite fully in the back. The jacket was closed to the waist line, and then cutaway in points. The overskirt, jacket and sleeves, were trimmed with plaitings of Languedoc lace. Flora Me Flimsy's Dresses. A New York correspondent tells how Miss Flora McFlimsy’s gorgeous dresses happen to be described in so ciety papers: We met the other day the reporter of a “society ” paper. She assured us that the thirst of the public for names was something remarkable. The more names that filled the columns of a so ciety paper the more entertaining it was considered. Her account of her quest for society information was not a little amusing, and showed a curious side of human nature. The scene is that of a brilliant party, all the re markable dresses of which are to be described in the columns of the society paper. The following dialogue takes piece: Reporter to showily-dressed Flora McFlimsy—“l would like to describe your dress. Will you allow me? lam the reporter of the Swiety News.” Flora —“Oh, mercy, no; you must not do anything of the kind; mamma would dislike it so much.” Reporter, turning to go—“ Very well, it makes no difference.” Flora, hesitating—“ Dear me, did you really want to write about it?” Reporter—“ I had thought to make some mention of it, but it is not neces sary.” Flora—“ How awfully odd it would be to stand up and have you look me all over, and then write about my dress. No, I am sure mamma would not like it.” Reporter bows and turns to depart— “Very well, just as you say.” Flora, hastening after the reporter — “Come back and write about my dress if you want to. Ma won’t care—any way, I can't help it if she does.” It is thus that the public learns the important information that Flora Mc- Flimsy was at Mrs. Blank’s brilliant ball and wore an elaborate dress, made so-and-so, and trimmed so-and-so. In the Territory of Arizona, with a population of 50,000, there are only five Protestant ministers and fou - Protestant churches. The churches have a total seating capacity that does not exceed 2,000. About Diamonds. No stone, however precious, says a New York correspondent, has ever been discovered to take the place of the diamond. It is among the earliest known in history, including Scripture mention. “ Diamond” is derived from the word '* adamant.” This is sugges tive of Its h?u'dness, and yet it is only carbon, and when burned disappears as carbonic acid gas. London is the great diamond market of the world. New York being supplied from this source. The finest diamonds come from Brazil, but generally reach the market through London. Africa is also an important source, ...id they ar j shipped from Cape Town to the Britiiii capital, where they are cleaned and prepared for use. The Oolconda mines have long*since ceased to be productive, and hence are aban doned. African diamonds occasionally reach forty-five carats weight, which, in point of size, equals a walnut. The term “ carat” is very common in the jewel trade, and yet is so little un derstood that a brief explanation may be appropriate. The “ carat ” is an imaginary weight, and is applied to both diamonds and gold, but with dif ferent meanings. When applied to the former it means size, but when to the latter it refers to purity. The value of gold is estimated by dividing it into twenty-four imaginary parts called “ carats.” If twenty be pure gold then there are four parts alloy. In the dia mond trade a "carat” is eqally imagin ary, but it is reckoned at a little more than Troy weight. The value of dia monds is s‘2s per “ carat.” The art of diamond cutting was in vented in Holland, and for a longtime it was limited to Amsterdam. It has of late years, however, been introduced to this city. The process is very slow, being done entirely by hand, and hence it may require three months or more to finish one stone. The famous Pitt diamond required two years’ to go through this process. There is a score of diamond cutters in this city who can make SIOO a week, being the best paid mechanics in the world. John street and Maiden lane are the centers of this class of workmen. The price of dia monds here varies from seventy-five cents to SIO,OOO. The former will pur chase tiny specks too small for setting, and only useful to form initials or figures. Tiffany & Cos. are said to have a capi tal of $3,000,000, on wtiich they carry double that quantity of stock. They have some very pretty trinkets which I looked at with much interest, but omit ted purchasing, “ having left my poeketbook at home.” Among these was a pair of earrings priced at $5,000, and a pair of bracelets quoted at $4,500; also a pearl necklace and a pearl pend ant, each at sl,( 00. They had recently sold a pair of diamond earrings of un usual value for $16,000, but they have still on hand a “lace bow” of small diamonds, being anew Paris style, imi tating thread lace, the price of which is $5,000. A tiny imitation of a peacock’s leather was offered me at $7,000. It is composed of diamonds, with a large one for the eye of the feather. The latter is yellow in color; had it been white the price would have been $lO,- 000. Diamonds, however, are not the only costly stonei. I saw what was called a “ cal's-eye ” sapphire, priced at SI,BOO, and an opal, with branch and pendants, held at $47,000. The sales man informed me that the highest price ever paid for one set of diamonds was SIOO,OOO. It included a necklace, ear rings and pendants, and must have been a rare thing in its way. Washington Monument Corner-Stone. In excavating at its base for the pur pose of strengthening the foundation of the Washington national monument a part of the original corner-stone, which was laid with such impressive cere monies on the fourth of July, 1848,Jhas been exposed to view. This stone, which lies at the northeast corner of the struc ture, our readers of the present genera tion may be interested in knowing, is of white Maryland marble, composed of the large sparkling crystals which so strongly mark that formation. Only a portion of the north side and a little of the top of the stone is visible, and no portion of its inscription is to be seen. The cavity or receptacle, which contains the numerous articles deposited in the corner-stone at the time of laying it, is socurely covered by a thick stone slab hermetically sealed and secured still further by iron bolts carried through, and no doubt strongly fastened on the lower side. This slab or cap contains an inscription, cut in not very legible characters. The only part of this legend that could be seen reads: “ Rutherford, Washn,” and doubtless is the name or part of the record of the stonecutter who presented or prepared the cap. This is, we believe, the third time the corner-stone has been exposed to view since the work of excavation and strengthening the foundation of the monument has been going on; and alter it is hidden from sight by the stone work and concrete it is not likely that it will ever be seen again by mortal eyes until in some far future age, when the vast structure shall have fallen to ruins, through the action of time and the ele ments, or been prostrated by some ex traordinary convulsion of nature.— Washington Star. There is one reason at least why type setting machines ought to become very popular with editors. They cannot yell for copy .—Rome Sentinel. PRICE—BI.SO PER ANNUM. NUMBER 5. A Night Watch. “19 it not morning yet ?” From side to side The sick girl towed, hot-browed and heavy eyed, And moaned with feverish breath when I replied, “ It is not morning yet." “ Is it not morning yet ?” Oh, leaden hours, How slow they move! The night more darkly lowers, Cold on the wan leaves strikes the sudden showers; “ It is not morning yet.” “Is it not morning yet ?” The clock tickson, The sands lall slow; not hall the night is gone, Again I answer to the restless moan— lt is not. morning yet.” “Is it not morning yet?’ With .ender care I bathe her brow and smooth her damp fair hair, And try to soothe her with soft words o prayer. “ It is not morning yet.” <la it not morning yet ?” II she could sleep, If those tired lids those burning eyes could keep! God knows the thorns are sharp, the road is steep! “ It is not morning yet.” “Is it not morning yet?” “’Tis coming dear.” And while I speak, the shadows press more near, And all the room grows colder with my lear. “ It is not morning yet.” “Is it not morning yet ?” How laint and low The piteous accents! Do not tremble so, My heart, norlail me, while I answer, “No- It is not not morning yet TANARUS” “Is it not merni ng yet ” I bow my head; God answers while the eastern sky glows red And smiles upon the still lace on the bed— “ Yes, it is morning now!” ITEMS OF INTEREST. A dead language—Cold tongue. The square man is the best to hat e ’round. A leading hotel in Dundee, Scotland, is furnished throughout with furniture made in Grand Rapids, Mich. In Germany fruit trees are planted on the sides of public roads and are pruned and watched by tire road makers. The island of Elba, Napoleon’s first exile home, has been devastated by an army of locusts from Africa. The money spent for tobacco in this country, according to the Betnikr, ex ceeds in amount the expenditure for bread. A society has been organized in Brooklyn composed exclusively of resi dents who have lived there fifty or more years. The print in a newspaper that is paid for looks a good deal clearer than in one that has run on credit fora year.—Syra cuse Times. When Artemus Ward was exhibiting his show in Salt Lake City, his compli mentary tickets to the city officials read as follows: “ Admit bearer with one wife.” On a recent Sunday Canon Far ar preached what is known as a “flower sermon,” in Slough parish church, London. There were 1,000 children present. Each child brought a nosegay of flowers, and at the close of the ser vice these were deposited on the steps of the chancel, the offerings being in tended for the children who are inmates of the Westminster hospital. Astonishing the Natives. Mr. Whymper won the admiration of his Alafkan friends by the exhibition of a few ot those amusing pyrotechnic toys termed Pharaoh’s serpents. Sir Samuel Baker found a galvanic battery a sure source of astonishment in savagedom. At parting with Rot Jamar, of Fatiko, the traveler placed the two handles of the apparatus in the hands of that poten tate, which gave a shock, and sent him away surprised and delighted; and nothing pleased the king of Unyoro so much as witnessing the effect of electri city on the members of his court and household, every one of whom wa< compelled to undergo the operation; Kamrasi insisting upon the operator putting the battery to its utmost power and going into roars of laughter at the sight of his favorite minister rolling on his back in contortions, without the possibility of letting the torturing han dles fall from his grasp. The author of “Two YeersinFiji’ found a scarifier (a kind of cupping glass) of even greater service to himself, while yielding unbounded delight to the natives. “ Nothing,” he writes, “ was considered more witty by those in the secret than to place this appar ently harmless instrument on the back of some unsuspecting native and touch the spring. In an instant twelve lancets would plunge into the swarthy flesh. Then would follow a long-drawn cry, scarcely audible amidst the peals of laughter from the bystanders. As soon as the native recovered from the alarm consequent on the suddenness of this attack, he would ask to have the appli cation repeated perhaps six or seven times. The reason of this was not very evident at first, but I found by-and-bye that the operation was considered a wholesome one, and also that the regu larity of the marks left on the skin was much admired. At a time of great scarcity, when the natives refused to sell any food, I bethought myself of the scarifier, and by exacting a taro-rco from each person who wished to be operated on, succeeded in collecting enough supplies to complete the jour ney. Journal-