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By R. S. HOWARD.
VOLUME VI.
A Chaplet of Flowers.
\ b anemone —child ol the wood;
Shyly she roams in her dainty white hood.
B ig sir Buttercup -waving his bell,
The sunshine to catch in its aureole cell.
L ' Miss Crocus—all brilliant in bloom;
She trips out to tell us bright springtime has
come.
p is for dandelion—golden her breast;
The flower ot all flowers that baby loves best
£ jg sweet eglantine—blooming in Jnne,
When children, and flowers, and birds are in
tune.
F is torget-me-not—blue-eyed and small;
She bids us forget not the Giver ot all.
G is geranium—crowfoot we name,
Gall her one or the other, she’ll greet you the
same.
H is Miss Harebell—nodding so shy
To the welcome she sees in Sir Buttercup’s
eye.
lis (or ivy—ot lowliest green ;
But poison is lurking where’er she is seen.
Jis lor jasmine— so laden with sweets,
Her breath showers fragrance on all that she
meets.
Kis Sir Kingcup— to Buttercup kin;
Indeed, I’m not certain he is not his own twin.
L is lor lilac— in rich purple dress
She spreads forth her branches in odorous
caress.
M is lor marguerite—“ day-eye ” we call.
The dearest and daintiest pet ol them all.
N is Mi'S Nettle—the beautiless thing
That always returns your caress with a sting.
0 is lor ox-eye—that daisy so white
i'hat sprinkles the fields with beauty and light.
Pis lor pimpernel—true weather-glass;
She closes her eye while the rain-clouds pass
Qis quamelot— hard name and rough.
You’ll care not lor his leatures, his name is
enough.
R is for roses—white, yellow or red,
Their beauties surpass all the poets have said.
S is Miss Snowdrop—with roßy-tinged cheek;
Emblem of constancy; modest and meek.
T is lor tulip—gay, flaunting and bold—
Yet her beautiful eyes are a joy to behold.
U is lor no flower I ever have known,
So here we must le ive him standing alone.
Vis for violet— tender and true,
With odorous breath and heavenly hue.
W heralds the willow’s solt fur,
With the name ot a little home-pet, that will
purr.
X, poor unfortunate! bringeth no bloom,
Yet lor sweet charity he shall have room.
Yis lor yarrow—for heartache a cure,
Aud ty s will insure it a welcome, I’m sure.
L is (or zeb—meaning doctor they say;
A z iinpersand closes our chapter lor May.
— Mrs. H. A. Brown.
THE FLOWER GIRL.
She has got a face like one of her
own rosebuds,” said Mr. Fitzalan.
“ I’ ve heard of her more than once,”
returned Frank Calverly. “‘The
Pretty Flower Girl,’ people call her,
don’t they? Old Frixham has doubled
l)is custom since she came there!”
And the best of it all,” added Fitza
‘aD * with a laugh, “is that she is quite
unconscious of her own attractions—
a little country lassie, who thinks only
of her own business, and never dreams
titat she herself is the sweetest flower
of all the assortment.”
l.et s go in and buy a Marechal Niel
U(1 an d two or three sweet verbena
oaves,” said Calverly. “ I should really
,Jtie 0 see this modern Flora of yours.”
borothv Penfield stood behind the
°°unh r ot the florist’s store, sorting
ou r a pile (/fragrant blossoms which
•a> on a tray of damp green moss. Trails
°‘ srr, hax wove their green garlands
u P to the ceiling; heaps of gold and
>°se-peta!ed buds lay in the window;
■dtN of purp heliotrope perfumed the
ai i\ and white carnations lay like hil
‘Ocksofsnow against the panes of the
""• window, while spikes of perfumed
• ninths and cape-jessamine flung their
scents upon the air.
Ard Doily herself, with her round,
,Jlp -'faced, pink cheeks and soft,
brown eyp s , exactly the shade of the
r ‘Pp.ed hair, which was brushed simply
a k trom the brpad, low brow, was a
hing accessory to the scene.
looked up, as the two gentlemen
ei -ued, and a sort of crimson shadow
ov crspread her face for a second.
. H tve yon got one of my favorite
4 -onhole bouquets made up, Miss
ofndd? Fitzalan asked, with a eare
ie*f b ow and smile.
1 know, ’ sail Dolly, softly. “A
’ ' Aid and a sprig of heath, and two
r three myrtle leaves—that is what you
* e * I have none made up, just at
• ' nt: but I can tie up a bouquet in
a minute, Mr. Fitzalan.”
One for me, too, if you please.” said
uveriy, touching his hat.
J ust the same ?”
Oo.iv lifted her long eyelashes, which
, . ere I^e binges of brown silk, and gave
a s hy glance.
A little different, please. Consult
Vo urown taste, Miss Penfield.”
* like the double blue violets,’
1 Oolly, gently, with “geranium
leaves.”
. ben they shall be my favorite
rs also,” said Calverly, gallantly.
le gentlemen had hardly taken their
V when old Frixham, the florist,
, Us Led in, with round, red face, shin
' "sid head, and an air of business all
0v <?r him.
1 sn’t it time you bad the theater
J quets ready?” said he, looking criti
> around, and moving a glass |of
' >!l y-eut calla* out of the level sun-
THE FOREST NEWS.
7 hloh at that "moment”fell,
howwi„d a 80 ' deD - I,lnC<!8 ’ at thC dee
A h fi H imVe fc . hem ' read y directly,”
“Tf a ’ V ’ B^art i n " from her reverie.
w ° WerS are allsorted out.”
wTE h . a 7 e , to ° man y carnations on
land, said the florist, lrettully; “ and
those gaudy Cape bells are so much dead
1038. Let the man from the green
louses know, please; there’s a demand
lor half-open rosebuds and forced lilies
of-the-valley.”
. i- es ’” Baid Roily, dreamily, “ I will
ten him when he comes.”
The closed country wagon, with its
freight of fragrant leaves and deliciously
scented flowers, came early in the morn
ing, long before the fat florist was out
of bed, and while the*silenpe almost of
an enchanted land lay upon Upper
Broadway.
But Dolly Penfield was there freshen
ing up the stock of the day before with
wet moss and cool water, and clipping
the stems of the rosebuds.
“No more carnations, John,” she
said, briskly; “nor amaryllis flowers;
and we want plenty of rosebuds and
lillies-of-the-va'ley. We have an order
lor twenty-eight extra boquets for a
dinner-party, and I hope you have
brought plenty of camellias and scarlet
geraniums, and bright flowers.”
“I thought perhaps,” said honest
John Dead wood, who measured six feet
in his stocking feet, and had the face of
an amiable giant, “ you might want to
go back with me to-day. Dolly. Your
aunt has come on from Kansas, and
there’s to be a dance out in the old barn
with plenty of candles and evergreen
boughs. And mother would be proud
to welcome you to the old farmhouse,
Dolly. Your oleander tree is kept care
fully at the south window, and—”
“Dear me!” carelessly interrupted
Dolly, “ why don’t they put it in the
greenhouse?”
“Because, Dolly,” said ihe young
man, reddening, “itreminds us of you.
And the meadow-lark in the cage sings
beautifully; and old red Brindle has”a
little, spotted calf!”
“ Has she?” questioned Dolly, indif
ferently.
John Dead wood looked hard at her.
“Dolly,” said he, “you don’t care
about the old home any longer!”
“ Yes, I do,’’ said Dolly, rousing her
self; “ but—”
She paused suddenly, the rosy color
rushing in a carmine tide to her cheek,
an involuntary smile dimpling the cor
ners of her fresh lips, as she glanced
through the smilax trails in the win
dow.
John Deadwood, following the direc
tion of her eyes, glanced, too, just in
time to see p, tall gentleman lift his hat
and bew as he went jauntily past.
“ Is that it?” said John, bitterly,
“Is what?” petulantly retorted Dolly.
“ I’m sure I don’t know what we are
standing here quietly waiting for, and I
with the twenty-eight extra bouquets
to make up by two o’clock. That’s all,
John, I think. Don’t forget the lilies
of-the-valley!”
“ But you haven’t answered me,
Dollj.”
“Answered you what?”
“About the dance in the old barn,
and coming back with me when the
wagon returns at five o’clock.”
“ It’s quite out of the question, ” said
Dolly, listlessly.
“Dolly!”
“ Weil.”
‘‘You promised me, years ago—”
** Nonsense!” said Dolly, flinging the
azaleas and pinks about in fragrant
confusion. '* I was only a child then.”
“But you’ve no right to go back of
your word, Dolly, child or no child.”
“ I never promised, John.”
“ But you let me believe that one day
you would be my wife. And I’ve lived
on the thought of it, Dolly, ever since.
And if this citv situation of yours should
break up my life’s hope—”
“ Don’t hope auytbing about me,
John!” brusquely interrupted the girl.
“ Here comes a customer. Please, John,
don’t stand there any longer looking
like a ghost.”
And honest, heart-broken John
turned, and went with heavy steps out
to where the wagon stood and old Roan
was waiting, with down-drooping head
and half-closed eyes.
“It does seem to me,” he muttered,
between his teeth, *' tha* there’s noth
ing left to live for any longer.”
Dolly looked half remorsefully after
him.
“ I’ve almost a mind to call him
back,” said she to herself, as she picked
out a bunch of white violets for the
newcomer. “I do like John Deadwood;
but I think he has no business to con
sider himself engaged to me, just be
cause of that boy-and-girl nonsense.
One’s ideas change as one gets on in
life.”
And Dohy’s cheek was like the reflec
tion of the pink azaleas, as she thought
of Mr. Fitzalan and the turquoise ring
that he had given her as a troth
plight.
And Mr. Frixham came in presently.
“ I’ve a note from the Sedgewicks, on
Fifth avenue,” said lie, hurriedly.
“They always order their flowers from
Servoss’, but Servoes has disappointed
them. They want the house decorated
for a party to-night— there’s not a minute
to lose. I’ve telegraphed to Bolton’s for
a hundred yards of smilax and running
fern, and a hundred scarlet poinsettas;
and I think we can manage the rest our
selves. You had better go at once, Miss
Penfield, and plan the decoration
you've a pretty taste of your own and
I’ll send up the flowers, with Hodges to
help you.”
And Dolly went, her mind still on the
JEFFERSON, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 30, 1880.
turquoise ring, with its band of virgin
gold and its radiant blue stone.
The Sedgewick mansion was a brown
stone palace, with plate-glass casements
and a vestibule paved with black and
orange marble.
Mrs. Sedgewick, a stately matron, in
a Watteau wrapper and blonde cap, re
ceived Dolly in the great drawing
room.
Oh! ’ said she, lifting he** eye-glasses,
“you’re from the florist’s, are you?
Well, I know nothing about these
things—l only want the rooms to look
elegant. Tell your husband to spare no
expense.”
“Mr. Frixham is not my husband,”
said Dolly.
“Your father,[then.”
But he isn’t my father,” insisted
Doily, La.f laughing. “He’s no rela
tion at all. I will tell him, however.”
Exactly, ’ said Mrs. Sedgewick. “I
particularly desire plenty of white roses,
as I am told they are customary at this
sort of affair. It’s an engagement party”
“Indeed!” said Dolly, trying to look
interested.
“ Between my daughter Clara and
Mr. Alfred Fitzalan,” said Mrs. Sedge
wick, with conscious complacency.
Dolly said nothing; but the room,
with its fluted cornices and lofty ceil
ings, seemed to swim around her like
the waves of the sea. And as sue went
out, with Mrs Sedgewick still chatting
about white rosebuds and begonia
leaves, she passed the half-open door
of a room, all hung with blue velvet,
where a yellow-tressed beauty sat smil
ing on a low divan, with Mr. Fitzalan
bending tenderly above her.
“ He has only been amusing himself
with me,” said Dolly to herself.
There was a sharp ache at her heart;
but, after all, it was only the sting ol
wounded pride. Thank heaven—oh,
thank heaven, it was nothing worse than
that!”
Honest John Deadwood was driving
old Roan steadily and soberly along past
the patch of woods, where the velvet
mossed boulders lay like dormant beasts
ol prey in the spring twilight, when a
gray shadow glided out of the other
shadows, and stood at his side.
“John!” she whispered.
“Dolly! it’s never you?”
“ Tes, John,” said the girl, gently but
steadily. “ I’m going back home with
you.”
“God bless you, Dolly!” said the
man, fervently.
“ For good and all, John, if you’ll
take me,” said Dolly, shj ly. “ I’ve had
quite enough of city life; and I’ll
lie Ip you with the greenhouses, and I’ll
try to be a good little housekeeper at
home. Shall I, John?”
John put his arm around her, and
hugged her up to his side.
“Darling!” said he, huskily, “it’s
most too good news to be true; but if
my word is worth anything., you shall
never regret your decision of this flay.”
So the pretty flower girl vanished out
of the bower of smilax and rosebuds.
The Sedgewick mansion wasn’t decor
ated at all, and Mr. Frixham had lost
his new customer. And the turquoise
ring came bacu to Mr. Fitzalan in a
blank envelope.
King and Conjurer.
Signor Bellachini, the renowned
prestidigitator, who has recently been
honored by the German emperor with
the comp imentary title of “ Royal
Court Artist,” obtained this unprece
dented distinction by a somewhat re
markable feat of dexterity. Having ob
served that the venerable monarch for
some years oast frequently attend* and his
performances and exhibited a lively in
terest in the magical arts of which he
is a past master, Bellachini couceived
the bold project of turning imperial
favor to account, and made formal ap
plication to his majesty for an audience.
His petition was granted, and the em
peror received him at an appointed
hour in the study overlooking the Lin
den avenue, his favorite room, in which
he transacts business every morning
conjurer upon subjects connected
with his profession, William I. asked,
with a smile: “Well, Bellachini, and
and afternoon. After chatting for a
few minutes with the accomplished
what is it you want of me?” “Itis my
most humble request, sire, that your
majesty would deign to appoint me your
court artist.” “ I will do so, Bellachini,
but upon one consideration only—
namely, that you forthwith perform
some extraordinarily clever trick,
worthy of the favor you solicit.” With
out a moment’s hesitation Bellaohini
took up a pen lrom the emperor s ink
stand, handed it with a sheet of paper
to his majesty, and reauested him to
write the words: “Bellachini can do
not hing at all.” The emperor attempted
to comply, but, strange to say, neither
pen nor ink could be persuaded to fulfill
their functions. “ Now, sire,” said
Bellachini, “will your majesty conde
scend to write the words: ‘ Bellachini
is the emperor’s court artist?”’ The
second attempt was as successful as the
first had been the contrary; pen. ink
and paper, delivered from the spell cast
over them by the magician, proved per
fectly docile to the imperial hand, and
Bellachini’s ingenious trici was re
warded on the spot by his nomination
to the desired honorific office, made out
in the emperor’s own writing.
Kate Field says that George Eliot is
about sixty years old, with sandy hair
and blue eyes. She is neither gray nor
wrinkled; owing to her high cheek
bones, she has an equine look. She has
no children, lives a very secluded life,
is bashful, abstracted, low-voiced and
lovable. She has an independent for
tune and receives the world every Sun
day afternoon.
FOR THE PEOPLE
Curability of Consumption.
The best physicians are coming more
to acknowledge that tubercular con
sumption can be cured.
Doctor Carl Booth, of New York, a
man eminent in the regular profession,
claims that he is able to cure sixty per
cent, of consumptives at all stages; and
that it is easy to arrest the disease in
its early stage. His aim is to secure five
points:
1. To get the muscles which control
the action of the lungs into such a con
dition that they can draw the air forci
bly into the finest passages, thus clear
ing the lungs of all phlegm and pu§, and
re-establishing capillary circulation and
respiration in the affected parts, and
stimulating the activity of the air-cells
generally.
2. To establish perfect digestion, as
similation. and excretion. In this, he
does not seek what to people generally
is the most nutritious an I most easily
digested food, hut such as the particular
patient can most readily digest and
assimilate.
3. To heal the tubercles by transform
ing them into a cretaceous (chalk-like)
mass. He secures this (I) with food rich
in salts of lime, (2 ) certain
uch as lime and silicA; and (3) certain
acids, such as'citric, which promote the
oxidation of effete matter.
4. To increase the activity of the air
cells. This is accomplished by bring
ing the patients under the influence, as
much as possible, of sunlight, ozone,
fresh air and bodily exercise. He says:
“ They sleep with open windows in
summer and winter, and go out every
day. So important is outdoor exercise,
that I insist that my patients go out in
rain, snow, dampness, and even in night
air and dew. I have lhad no instance
for twenty years where a patient caught
cold Irom such exposure. I only guard
against strong head-winds and extreme
hot weather.”
5. To prevent all unnecessary waste of
the nervous force, and to employ the lat
ter,.as far as possible,Jn promoting the
nutrition. — Youth's Companion.
Jay Gould’s New Home-
Speaking of splendid dwellings, says
the New York correspondent of the
Rochester Democrat, I am reminded
that Jay Gould has recently purchased
the estate of the late George Merritt, of
Tarrytown. It consists of two hundred
acres of land and a magnificent white
marble palace, which cost in all $500,000.
Gould obtained this grand property lor
$225,000, a fact which illustrates the
decline in property in that locality.
Merritt called the place Lyndhurst, but
probably Gould will want anew name,
and hence I respectfully suggest Stock -
Jobbing Hall as an appropriate title.
Gould lias ordered a large library of
modern literature, which certainly indi
cates good taste. How much they will
be read is another question. The books
will, however, be valuable as furniture,
and many a librai’y is fitted up lor the
same reason. The new proprietor will
occupy this place as his summer resi
dence, and will, no doubt, expend a
Wge sum in general improvements. It
isithe finest establishment ever occu
pied by any Wall street man. The next
in point ol grandeur was Le Grand
Lock wood’s magnificent country seat at
Norwalk. He was a native of that place,
whence he came to this city and became
a Wall street clei’k. When he reached
what proved to be his highest point of
success, he determined to show the
people of his native town the extent of
his wealth, and therefore built the finest
dwelling in Connecticut. He laid
out a fine park and invested a quarter
million in the establishment. Just as
it reached completion, the panic of 1873
set in, and Lockwood was soon num
bered among the principal victims. He
failed in a hopeless manner, and was a
defaulter to the Lake Shore road to the
extent ol a half million. The company
levied on the Norwalk property, which
contained one of the finest private gal
leries in the country. The pictures were
sent to auction with the exception of one
masterpiece, which was sold at private
sale —Thomas Bierstadt’s “ Yosemite
Valley ” which cost SIO,OOO, and was
really too valuable to be placed under
the hammer. Lockwood died a broken
hearted man, affording a startling lesson
of disappointment.
A Novel Life-Saving Craft,
A novel craft has been invented by a
clergyman lor the preservation of life at
sea. It is a floating vessel in the shape
of an inverted balloon, which is entirely
covered, the entran ee being by a man
hole in the upper part, reached from a
platform wholly surrounding the vessel,
and from which small iron ladders drop
down to the water. Inside, arranged
around the widest part, are seats and
berths, and under the covered bottom
is space for provisions. Ventilation is
provided for by an ingenious device.
The boat is adapted for shoal or deep
water by a ballast weight which is
raised or lowered from within, it is
furnished with a keel and rudder. Its
peculiar feature is its method of motion,
This is automatic. It is obtained by
wave or air wheels attached to shafts
which are connected with a small pro
peller. The principle of the wheels is
that whatever way the wind blows or
the waves move, the motion is always
in the same direction and under control
of the rudder. The boat can be made
of metal, and the size can be regulated
by the needs of the vessel to which it
belongs. It is proof against fire, always
rides vertical, is easily dropped from
the ship, and can be handled by any one
who knows how to turn a crank.
Is a clothing store a coterie, a pantry
or a vestry ?
FARM AND GARDEN NOTES.
Good vs* Bad Tools.
The necessary outlay for tools and im
plements on an ordinary-sized farm is
very considerable, and it is necessary to
use them as long as they are applicable
to the work for which they are made be
fore they are laid aside.
There is danger, however, of going
too far in this direction, and thus being
“ penny wise and pound foolish.” All
farmers are familiar with the difference
between using a saw that is in good
order and one that is not. The same
difference exists in using all farm tools,
though perhaps in not so striking a
degre
The use of a poor rusty tool requires
an unnecessary outlay of strength and
time, which, to the farmer in a busy sea
son, amounts to so much money. We
have seen farmers use old rusty hoes
when the extra amount of work that
would have been accomplished if the
tools had been sharp and well polished
would have bought anew hoe in a few
days’ time. The same holds true with
plows, harrows, cultivators and, in
deed, all farm implements.
Sometimes an old implement can be
put in good order with an outlay of but
a trifle. New sheaves to a cultivator will
often make it as good as new. A land
side to a plow, anew point, will some
times greatly improve its capacity and
ease for work.
In working ground that is not too
stony, it will pay to keep cultivator
teeth and hoes sharp. We have often
carried a file when hoeing corn to
sharpen the hoe whenever it became
blunt at the edge, and have found
abundant recompense for our trouble in
tfle greater ease with which the work
was performed.
Provide for tlic Chickens.
Wonder if there is not a good deal of
truth embodied in this somewhat elon
gated sentence: The farmer builds ex
pensive houses for his horses, hogs, cat
tle and sheep, and feeds them upon the
richest produce of his broad acres with
out stint; but if his wife, son or daughter
has the enterprise to keep a few fowls,
they are grudgingly given some old shed
or the boughs of some tree, and they go
without food or drink except that which
their own industry provides, and if
hunger drives them to the garden in
search of food they are met with a tor
nado of sticks, stones and clubs; and
yet these same fowls are expected to
supply the farmer’s table with eggs, and
if they fail to do it, it is claimed that
fowls are not profitable, and no matter
wlicn the hen die3 she owes her owner a
quarter.
Fertilizers for the Garden.
The question of manuring the garden
is one that might be profitably con
sidered. Experiment has shown that it
pays to rotate different kinds of manure
from year to year. Among the arti
ficial manures used for gardening pur
poses are Peruvian guano, bone flour,
blood and bone fertilizer, and refuse
from various manufacturers, such as
sugar-house refuse, fish scraps, refuse
bops, glue waste, etc. Glue waste,
either raw or composted, makes an ex
cellent fertilizer for corn, and when well
composted with muck, earth, or rotted
manure, may be used for some other
crops. This substance heats violently,
and frequent turning and free use of
water may be necessary to keep it from
“burning.”
Citcntnbers for Pi cities.
Those who plant cucumbers for
pickles only do not wish to plant the
seeds early, and often when the proper
time comes the soil is very dry. A cor
respondent of the American Rural
Home says that in such cases he suc
ceeds by soaking the seed for twenty
four hours, and then planting them in
the hills with one inch of rotten manure,
and then moistening the ground if the
same is very dry. I have, in this man
ner, planted cucumber seeds for pickles
in dry and hot weather, and had them
up in three or iour days, and in splendid
condition, between rows of onion sets,
and never touched them until the onions
had been removed, and thereby received
a double crop from a piece of land
which otherwise would have been one
crop.
Health Hints.
For poisoning from phosphorus, as
when children suck matches, give a
tablespoonful ot magnesia and then,
freely, gum-arabic water; less magnesia
f only a little phosphorus is taken.
If troubled with wakefulness on re
tiring to bed eat three or four small
onions; they will act as a gentle and
soothing narcotic. Onions are also ex
cellent to eat when one is much exposed
to cold.
A teaspoonful or more of powdered
borax thrown into the bath-tub while
bathing will communicate a velvety
softness to the water and at the same
time invigorate and rest the bather.
Persons troubled with nervousness or
wakeful nights will find this kind of a
bath a great benefit.
A noted cure for neuralgia is hot
vinegar vaporized. Heat a flat-iron
sufficiently hot to vaporize the vinegar,
cover this with some woolen material,
which is moistened with vinegar, and
the apparatus is then applied at once to
the painful spot. The application may
be repeated until the pain disappears.
The Marchioness Tseng, wife of the
Chinese ambassador to England, is a
petite, plump, rather pretty person.
The marquis is a man forty-two years
old, and an accomplished scholar, taking
a lively interest in art, science, and
literature.
“ The Dark Horse.”
The origin of the term “ dark horse ”
is explained in a matter-of-faet way by
The Cincinn iti Enquirer. Once upon a
time there lived in Tennessee an old
chap named Sam Flynn, who traded in
horses and generally contrived to own a
speedy nag or two, which he used for
racing purposes whenever he could pick
up a “ soft match” during his travels.
The best of his flyers was a coal-black
stallion named Dusky Pete, who was
almost a thoroughbred, and able to go
in the best of company. Flynn was ac
customed to saddle Pete when approach
ing a town and ride him into it to give
the impression that the animal was
merely “ a likely boss,” and not a
flyer. One day he came to a town where
a country race-meeting was being held,
and he entered Pete among the contest
ants. The people of the town, not
knowing anything of his antecedents,
and not being over impressed by his
appearance, backed two or three local
favorites heavily against him. Flynn
moved among the crowd, and took all
the bets offered against his nag. Just
as the “ flyers” were being saddled for
the race old Judge McMinamee, who
was the turf oracle of that part of
the State, arrived on the course, and
was made one of the judges. As he
took his place on the stand he was told
how the betting ran, and of the folly of
the owner of the strange entry in back
ing his “plug” so heavily. Running
his eye over the track, the judge in
stanily recogniced Pete, and he said:
“ Gentlemen, there’s a dark horse in this
race that will make some of you sick
before supper.” The judge was right.
Pete, the “ dark horse,” lay bac’i until
the three-quarter pole was reached,
when he went to the front with a rush
and won the purse and Flynn’s bets
with the greatest ease.
Oatmeal and Water,
A great deal of harm to health and
many deaths result, as everybody knows,
from injudicious use of cold liquids to
quench thirst during our blazing sum
mers. Persons exposed to the heat,
especially those hard at work, cannot,
or will not, refrain from drinking, for
they feel the need of supplying the
waste from copious perspiration. What,
then, shall they drink, asks a New York
paper. Water seems, under the circum
stances, to be inadequate to the wants
of the system. It passes through the
circulation to the skin as through a
sieve, and flows over the surface in
streams. A big drink of cold, or even
of cool, water on an empty stomach is
very dangerous; it is liable to produce
sudden death. The danger may be
avoided, it is said, by putting farina
ceous substances, particularly oatmeal
with the water to be drank by laborers,
the proper proportion being three or
four ounces of meal to a gallon of water.
Why oatmeal should be better than rye,
millet, buckwheat or cornmeal cannot
easily determined, but those who have
used oatmeal, especially fireriten, coa'l
heavers, and the like, say that it gives
them greater endurance and increases
their strength. This may be a mere no
tion, but the peculiar aroma of the oats
may be so associated with an agreeable
stimulation of the alimentary mucous
surface as to promote complete diges
tion. The meal appears to fill the blood
vessels without increasing the cutane
ous exhalations. Workmen who tried
acid, saccharine, or alcoholic drinks as
a substitute for the oatmeal drinks
have invaribly expressed unsatisfactory
results. Water with oatmeal seems to
be by all odds the most wholesome and
desirable summer drink for manual
laborers.
Interesting Questions and Answers,
You ask for a mode of killing mole3.
Pills made of lard, flour and a very little
strychnine dropped into their holes will
kill them. Ccrn or ground peas soaked
in a strong decoction of strychnine will
kill them. Perforate their holes with a
small probe and drop in the poison.
Should any of our readers try tlie
above they should bear in mind that
strychnine is one of the active poisoi s
and should be used with great caution.
G. D. asks if there is any process by
which bone can be softened so as to be
cut in any size or shaped piece wanted,
and afterward the piece so cut hardened
back to its originel bareness. A. Bone
may be softened by boiling it in muri
atic acid, diluted with two parts of
water, hardened by digesting in lime
water.
W. P. asks for the ost practical
method, it there is any, of destroying
the canker worm after it has gained a
foothold in the tree. A. Try syringing
the tree with soapsuds to which has
been added a little hellebore.
11. writes: I desire to make a small
ice-box, one in which I can preserve for
twenty-four hours a few pounds of ice.
What is the best material to pack such
a box with, and how thick should the
packing be? A. A box with a two and
one-half inch air space between the
walls all around answers very well, pro
viding the air space be perfectly tight.
Sawdust, when dry, makes a good fill
ing. Powdered charcoal is frequently
used.
A. B. asks for a receipt to make ice
cream. A. The following gives excel
lent results: Scald a gallon of good
sweet milk, and add to it with conrtant
stirring eight eggs well beaten with one
pound of white sugar and four spoonfuls
of cornstarch, first mixed into a thick
cream with cold mik. Cool, flavor to
suit and freeze.—Scienti/L American.
PRICE-81.50 PER ANNUM.
NUMBER 8.
That Dream of Ours.
Ob, the yonng love was sweet, dear,
That dainty dream of ours,
When we could not keep our leet, dear,
From dancing through the flow’rs;
When hopes and gay romances
Were thick as leaves in spring,
And cares were old lolks' lancies,
And joy the solid thing.
Of all youth's visions blest, dear,
Of all its golden dow’rs,
Oh, the young love was best, dear,
That dainty dream of ours'
Oh, the old love is sweet, dear,
These chill October days,
When we tread with faltering feet, dear,
The sere and silent ways.
When earth has lost Its glory,
And heav’n has lost its blue,
And file's a sober story,
And oare a comrade true
Though hopes no longer cheat, dear.
And dreams have lost their sway,
Oh, the old love is sweet, dear,
That gilds the autumn day!
— Harp r’s Bazar.
ITEMS OF INTEREST,
Straw hats show which way the wind
blows.
In England all the nobility live in
heir castiles.
A sweeping change—Buying anew
broom.— Riggs.
The fisherman who catches no fish
has no fish to clean.
The sparrows are little thieves, but
they don’t do the robin.
The present American flag was
adopted by Congress in 1777.
The first Sunday-school in New Eng
land was established in 1812.
The average expenditure of each trav
eler to the Yosemite valley is S6OO.
Forty million barrels are required
every year to hold the wine of France.
Flour is sold in the Skagit mines at
the rate ol S2O for a liheen-pound
sack.
A’beautiful young girl is confined in
the Vermont State prison lor horse
stealing.
Two Virginia Baptis'. ministers have
been pastors in the same churches more
than forty years.
Notwithstanding the high price o
paper, the girls haven't ceased putting
their hair up in it.
It is not difficult to do good, for the
means are constantly clustering about
every man’s lip3 and hands.
Avoid tedious circumlocution in lan
g lage. Words, like cannon balls, should
go straight to their mark.
We trouble life by the care of death,
and death by the care of life; the one
torments, the other frights us.
The oldest and quaintest Saxon names
are chosen for the nobl* 1 girls of Eng
land, who, intead of tb Lady Susans,
Lydias and Carolines uf Miss Edge
worth’s tinge, or the Maudes, Graces and
Florences of Lady Blessington’s, ran
sack the family records for the appella
tions of some rude ancestress of high
degree. Hilda, Adel* and Gwendoline
figure in one family, Ad igitha and
Isolte, and the sweet name Jocelyn, as
ol 1-fasliioned and fragrant as a bunch
of pinks, figure in the fashionable annals
of the Morning Post.
“ Invisible Fire/’
An English gentleman discovered that
the fame ol electricity as a curative
power had penetrated Persia.
While tarrying at Shiraz, or business
connected with the overland elfegraph,
he was visited by a Persian nc )le. Hav
ing received a paralytic stroke in his
left shoulder and arm, the nobleman
came to inquire it the Englishman’s in
visible fire (electricity) would not cure
him. He had heard that there were
magicians in England who cured all
diseases by the aid of this fire. The
Englishman, having moderated the Per
sian’s expectations by retnarkirg that
the statement was an exaggeration, ac
companied him to the office of the tele
graph.
A powerful battery had just been pre
pared, and the officer in charge readily
consented to operate upon the paralvzed
arm. To the two poles of the battery a
copper wire was attached, and at the
extremity of each wire a dampened
sponge. The Persian was instructed to
tightly grasp ore of the sponges in Lis
paralyzed arm. Timidly complying, he
was astonished to feel no sensation.
“Wait a moment,” said the English
man, clapping the other sponge on the
man’s shoulder. With a leap and a
yell he bounded out of the room, amid
the uproarious laughter of the officials.
All Shiraz was excited the next day
at the shock the nobleman had received.
Though it effected a partial cure, the
frightened man refused to submit to a
second application of the invisible fire.
One shock was sufficient, for he de
clared all the stars of the heavens were
visible to him in that awful moment.
He would visit the telegraph office and
look with awe at the “fire” machines.
Moumlully shaking his head, he would
depart without uttering a word.
Another Persian, whose curiosity con
quered his fear, while examining the
telegraph, touched one of the terminals
of the machine. As he felt no sensation
he laid his hand on the other terminal.
A sudden yell and a backward jump
was the result.
The man told his companions, in an
awe-struck tone, that he had been bit
ten by the genii of the machine. The
Englishman attempted to explain the
operation, but his words did not disturb
I in the least the Persian's credulity.