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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.