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By R. S. HOWARD.
VOLUME VI.
The Bold Lemtlg Peasant.
On an am ol the blue Lymford,
Where the painted boats float down,
l ike La Locle, in e valley,
Lies the little Danish town—
Lemvig—with its red-rooled houses,
With its sand fields bleak and bare,
With the convent on the hilbtop,
And the bell-tower in the air.
In the olden time, the Norsemen
O’er the plains ot Jutland came,
Jill the walls ol Denmark trembled
At the sound of Odin’s name.
Many a fair-haired Danish mother,
Reeked her children, singing tales
Ol i he Scandinavian heroes,
T/arriors ol the mythic vales.
Heroes that in stormy battle,
Knee deep in the crimson tide,
HasteriDg to the plains ot Vigrid,
In their armor nobly died.
And it chanced a Lemvig peasant,
nurtured in those deeds of old,
Gave his brave young life ior Lemvig;
To this day the deed is told.
In the ancient wars with Sweden,
When the enemy came down,
Fast, with fire and steel, the loernon
Ride the way to Lemvig town.
One, upon a charger mounted,
To a peasant in the field
Shouted, "Show the way to Lemvig !”
hearing high his brazen shield.
Swiltly to the saddle leaping,
Gei da, son ol Darra, sped;
Straight away ho rode from Lemvig
To the bluff ot Koningshead.
Darker fell the dusky twilight,
As to heaven he breathed bis prayer;
Fainter came the chimes of Lemvig
From the bell-tower in the air.
On Ids trembling horse he guided,
Up the steep and dizzy height,
Like a steady burning lanthorn
From a larmhouse gleamed a light.
On to Lemvig! Let ua hasten!
Close beside him came the toe.
With one deadly charge, the lider
l’lurgeJ into the depth below.
On they came, tlio Swedish loemen!
On they rode into the night!
On theylell, by hundreds numbered,
J.aping from the rocky height!
With the bel's of morning ringii g
O’er the lair and quiet plain,
Ail the loes of Lemvig slumbered,
Never to awake again.
To this day tho deed is cherished;
Once a year, with song and prayer,
llie brave peasant’s lame is sounded
FiOm the bell-tower in the air.
Balduin’t Monthly.
A TRAMP.
Tint's iust it. I was a tramp! In
the light ot to-day I hate to admit it,
I'm I u-u.-t. I bad been a machinist,
wiih a pretty, gentle wife, good wages,
a pleasant home; and then the hard
times came. Hard enough they were to
niiliioi s beside me, but I did not think
if them. I had more menus than man)
others I knew—food, if it was coarse,
lire enough for warmth—but what 1
wanted, cried out for, raged that I could
rot get was delicate living and luxuries
f r Annie, for she was dying. I know
now nothing could have saved her; con
sumption is helpless and hopelesß; but
one day when I went to the Charles
ton steamer the day she sailed, to adjust
eome little matter in the machinery that
they thought out of gear, I saw the wife
of one of the firm for whom I worked
uptown brought on board to go to
Florida for the winter.
She looked a little like Annie; her
ycs were clear and gray, too, and her
face wan and sweet. She was wrapped
in soft shawls and lying back in a chair
curried by two servants; a kind-faced
nurse was with her, and her husband
beside her. I had a glimpse at her
stateroom as I passed through the cabin,
for they were arranging it so that she
misht be settled before the rest of the
passengers came aboard. It was like a
nist, crowded with comfort. If I could
have stolen that fur-lined cloak and that
swinging chair I would have done it;
it was I grumbled.
What had this woman done to have
nll> and my patient wife to have noth
ing? I kept thinking of all this; brood
mg day and night as wages grew lower
and work less, and Annie faded away.
She was a good woman, that wife of
m;ne and not a bit afraid to die; but
B * ie was afraid to leave me in furious
bitterness of my condition then.
One day I came home and found her
Paler than ever. I had brought her an
orange, but she could not taste it. I
sat down by the lounge and she put her
thin, white hands in mine.
“Frank,” she said, in a whisper,
when lam dead try to be good; try to
know God. I couldn’t talk about it,
dear; but I have prayed. God is good,
trank. I know it. lam going home.’ - ’
1 could not bear this. I did not be*
beve in it. God good, and Annie dying,
w hile that other woman was saved by
the money I had as good a right to have
as Jim Lawrence! I knew afterward
that all the luxuries he lavished on his
wile were as useless as the coarse shawl
a ud common food I gave mine. She
died before Annie, and away from him.
1 stooped down to kiss my wife and
stop her from such talk. Her lips were
cold; her hot hand grew chill in mine;
her great gray eyes looked at me with
one bright look of love, and then closed.
Annie had gone away.
It was May when the Iridioi works
closed, but I had not worked there for
two months. I had lived on what few
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dollars I had left after Annie was buried
and now and then I got a porter’s job!
lor I was as strong a3 a horse. Still, I
always expected to go back to the
works if the worst came to the worst,
and when they closed up for want of
orders I felt as if I had nothing to stay
m the city for, and like a great many
others I made up my mind that since I
was bern into the world it should give
me a free living. I went on the tramp.
I can’t say I liked it at first; it was a
great while before I could sleep well in
a lam, or under ar old musty havstaok,
but I had grit enough left to persist, ana
the lazy life, air, the trees, and
creatures, all so different from the grimy
shop and dirty streets, did seem amaz
ing pleasant. I suppose this sort of life
changed me inwardly, too. I got to
fee. more like a wilu beast. I liked to
s°e women shut and lock the door when
they saw me come into the yard, and
hand out the food I asked for through
the window. How I used to scare
them! I don’t wonder. I was big,
ragged, and full of bad thoughts that
showed out in my face and ran over at
my lips. I would not have stopped at
knocking down any man who came
across my way, but they generally let
me alone. After awhile I got a revol
ver. It was never loaded, but it was
just as good to frighten women with,
and many a one fetched me warm food
and drink when I let them see it. I did
like to see them turn white and shiver.
I was so angry with everything that I
liked to terrify and hurt everybody i
couid. “ Hateful and hating one
another,” that is about as near my state
then as I can tell it.
So I tramped all summer. I did not
think often about Annie. I didn’t like
to for good ad sufficient reasons. By
September I had got ’way into Vermont,
among the hills, and began to think I
must work back to the city, when one
day I stopped at an old red farmhouse
between Tyson and Ludlow to get some
dinner.
There was a little sort of stoop built
out under the roof of the ell part, and
the kitchen door opened into it. There
was a row of bright milk-pans standing
against the wall, to sun, and a bunch or
two of herbs hanging up by the door. A
great, yellow cat ran away when it saw
me, and eyed me from under a bench in
the woodshed. It was a poor place
enough, but looked thrifty and comfort
able. I knocked, and a young woman
opened the door directly. I never saw
such a steady face; her eyes were brown,
and looked straight at you like a robin’s;
her mouth was as pure and clean as a
child's, and her firm cheeks showed a
healthy, even color of pink. Her hair
was so tidy, so sliiniDg, her calico gown
and check apron so perfectly neat that
she seemed somehow as if she was just
new every way. I did not say anything
at once, for I felt so dirty and so bad
the minute I looked at her.
“Well?” she said, in a cool sort of
voice, “ do you want anybody ?”
“ I want something to eat,” said I,
gruffly.
“We never give to tramps,” she an
swered, without any change of tone.
“I’ve get to have it!” said I, as
crossly as I could.
“We have nothing for you,” said she,
quite unmoved.
“ Come, liuiry up ! I’ve got to have
my dinner, and you’d better get it for
me pretty quick,” I called out with an
oath, taking out my pistol and handling
it as a threat.
Her eyes grew a little darker at that,
and she smiled; she was not scared a
mite; she only said, quietly:
“ If any man shall not work neither
shall he cat.”
“That may be your opinion, miss,
but it isn’t mine. The world owes me
a living and |l’m bound to have it,” I
growled back.
“How so ?” she answered. “ What
have you done for the world to put it in
your debt p ”
I couldn’t answer this question; it
was like a blow in the face; so I swore
again and demanded some dinner.
“ I shall not give you any,” she said,
quite as calmly as ever. “If you were
sick, or feeble, or crippled, helpless in
any way, it would be different; you are
a strong, likely man, and you can earn
your living just as well as I can.”
I looked at her slight straight figure.
“Do you work for a living ?” I
asked.
“Yes; I have worked ever since I
was six years old. I was bound out
then, and I worked at whip-braiding.
I haven’t any relations—any near ones I
mean; there is nobody to take care of
me. I have to work, and lam glad 1
can.”
I swore a very common oath, calling
on God to punish me if I would stand
that if I were she.
Her face flushed.
“ Don’t do that again!” she said. .“ If
you want to be lost call upon Satan; he
hears such requests gladly. God is
your Father; He does not like to punish
you even if you ask Him to; He’d ever
so much rather forgive you.”
I never was so taken aback.
“ Look here,” I said, after a moment,
“ don’t you think it’s outrageous that a
pretty-behaved girl like you should be
working for a living when there’s thou
sands of women no better than you be
rolling in their carriages?”
“No. God put me here and them
there. God knows best.”
“ Well, you seem to think God knows
a good deal. I claim to know some
things myself; and I believe folks all
have equal rights.”
“Do you?” she said, “so doI; some
rights. Right to get ready to die and to
serve God while we live.”
JEFFERSON, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 27, 1880.
She stepped out of the door and picked
up a red leaf from the grass.
“ Can you make such a leaf as that?”
she asked, holding it out to me.
Why, I knew I couldn’t, and so did
she.
“Till you can, I expect you had bet
ter believe God knows more than you
do.”
I turned and went out into the yard.
I couldn’t stand her talk, but I couldn’t
get away from it.
I never seemed so mean to myself be
fore. Here was I strong, healthy, even
a skilled workman, tramping about the
country begging! I never had called it
begging before, but I knew now what it
was, for I seemed to look out of her
eyes.
About God; well, if there was a God
lie must know more than I did or he
couldn't be God; perhaps I had made a
mistake after all.
Jim Lawrence must be a rich man
because he had more brains than I, with
the same chances; and who was to
blame about the brains?
I sat down by the little pond there
was near by and fell to thinking, when
all of a sudden I looked down in the
water and saw—a tramp, a big, dirty,
ragged tramp.
Good Lord, it wa3 me!
I wonder that the girl had spoken to
me at all, and then I thought what
Annie would have said to me like that.
The blood seemed to come to my
head. I tried to be honest inside, and
looked things square in the eye. I
could not help seeing how little good I
had done myself by leaving work. I
used to be a good-looking sort of a fel
low when I was cleaned up of a Sun
day, not like this great brute staring up
at me out of the still water.
I couldn’t do much that minute, but I
could wash my face and I did.
It was just a beginning, you see; then
I got up on my feet and tramped off
toward Ludlow. An old woman a mile
further on gave me some bread and
milk, because I asked civilly I suppose,
and by night I had got on to the station
next below Ludlow, and seeing some
hands at work loading up a freight car
I put in and helped. One of them gave
me my supper for that, and let me sleep
in a barn; it did seem better than
begging.
The next day I sold my revolver and
got a jacket, and before long got a place
on the freight line where I could work
my passage back to the city; I could
get a lodging there I knew, lor I had
two dollars left after buying the jacket.
I found the Iridion works shut up still,
but I hunted out Mr. Lawrence. I told
him all about it—but that girl—and he
gave my hand such a grasp.
“My wife’s gone, too,” he said; and
then he sort of choked. Somehow lor
all he was a rich man with a great
house, and Ia poor tramp, there seemed
to be something we had together.
I remembered his wife’s great sad
eyes, and her tired face; money hadn’t
saved her after all, and hi3 business kept
him from home; he didn’t have bold of
her hand when she died.
Web, he sort of cleared his throat
then, and he said:
“ I’m just going to dinner, Reed;
come around to my office on Front street
in the morning, and I’ll find you a job.”
And he said it so heartily like I knew
he meant it.
He was as good as his word. I got
work from him right off, and after a
while, when I could buy decent clothes,
I took to going to meeting; for I could
not get what thatjgirl said,when Iswore,
out of my head.
I have got a Bible, too. I know Annie
would like that; but I had to shut it up
quick one day when it opened at a sen
tence about “the horrible pit and the
miry clay.” I had been there myself,
you see.
Sometime,when I have laid up a little
money—and I guess it won’t be long
first, for when all is said and done I
never was one to drink nor yet to gam
ble—l mean to go up to Vermont and
find that girl, and maybe I can have a
home. I hope she won’t know me
again. I hate to hide anything from her
clean, clear eyes; but I don’t see how
I ever can tell her that I was that tramp.
Words of Wisdom.
They are never alone that are acco m
panied with noble thoughts.
In refraining from being mean to
others you are good to yourselves.
Mean souls, like mean pictures, are
often found in good looking frames.
In matters of prudence last thoughts
are best; in morality your first thoughts
are best.
Earth is our workhouse, and heaven
is, or should be, our storehouse. Our
chief business here is to lay up treasure
there. .
Never be discouraged by trifles. If a
spider breaks his thread twenty times
he will mend it as many. Perseverance
and patience will accomplish wonders.
The mind has a certain vegetative
power which cannot be wholly idle. If
it is not laid out and cultivated into a
beautiful garden it will of itself shoot
up weeds or flowers.
A Bible and a newspaper in every
house, a good school in every district
all studied and appreciated as they
merit, are the principal support of vir
tue, morality and civil liberty.
Crowds of excursionists go up nightly
by the railway to see Vesuvius illu
minated by electric light. The traffic
at night is greater than in the day time,
and there are not enough cars to meet
the demand.
FOR THE PEOPLE.
PAINTING BLACK EIES.
The Queer Occupation of an Arlkt In
Hew York.
A New York correspondent came
across an advertisement which informed
readers that blackened or bruised eyes
could be made natural instantly by call
ing at the “ artist’s ” residence on the
west side. Calling at the studio, the
correspondent found a large room filled
with paintings and other evidences of
culture.
However, I was not in search of high
art, the correspondent continues. Far
more interesting was the live tableau
in the center of the room that met my
gaze. Imagine seated in a steamer
chair, in an easy, reclining position, a
very fashionably-attired youth (on the
day after the Fourth), whose pattern
leather boots, white tie, and dress coat
indicated that a lark of the night before
had just been finished—the results of the
said lark being visible in a large and ex
ceedingly dusky horseshoe somebody’s
fist had imprinted under one orb.
The artist, a pleasant-faced, stalwart
young was man,busily engaged i* mixing
some preparation. Hardly looking up
he waved me to a seat, saying: “ I will
attend to your eye in a moment,
madam!” Glad for this opportunity for
observation, I picked up a newspaper
and watched his operations on the
young swell with interest. First, the
artist poured info a bowl a liberal
amount of a iiquid, which, with
a soft sponge and the air of a mother ad
ministering soothing syrup to her babe,
he applied to the injured cheek. Dur
ing this process lie remarked: “I’m
afraid you have been trying to cure it
with something cold.”
“By Jove, how it hurts!” ejaculated
the patient. “ Ye3, she put some ice on
it afterward, but it did not seem to do
any good.”
“Of course not,” said the oracle,
severely; “I don’t know why people
wiU persist in making such a mistake.
Ice, or oysters, or cold water they will
apply in spite of the fact that anything
coid makes the blood concentrate be
neath the skin and turns it black.
W hat they should do is to bathe the
bruise in water as hot as they can stand
it; that scatters the blood and keeps the
skin from discoloring.”
“Well,” said the exhausted hero of a
fracas, with a feeble attempt to be
witty, “ when a fellow gets into hot
water he don’t think of pouring it on.”
By this time the live canvas was ready
for coloring, and, with a tiny brusti and
delicate strokes, the artist proceeded to
lay on the flesh tints. For nearly half
an hour he worked steadily, pausing
frequently to add another shade, then
toning the edges down, then allowing
the paint to dry, and then softly rubbing
on a fine powder that removed the
gloss. Then he stepped back and viewed
his handiwork with the air of a stern
critic, finally holding a small mirror be
fore the youth, who expressed my
thoughts when he exclaimed in admir
ing accents: “By George, judging from
the looks, I couldn’t tell which eye was
blacked!” Then, with as much of a
smile as he had energy for, he added:
“ How much is it, old boy?”
“Five dollars,” was the answer.
“It’s worth that to keep me out of a
row with the governor, but deuce take
it, I haven’t a fiver jeffc; but take this
until I call for it,” and he thrust upon
tho artist a handsome pearl scarfpin.
“Now, what can I do for you, ma’am?’
queried he of the brush, after a disap
pointed look upon my unblaekened
countenance. Whereupon I explained
my mission, and the artist, not averse to
the idea of being written up, assented to
my staying awhile to take notes.
Scarcely had he spoken when a little
lady entered. She was modestly dressed
in black, and had a rather pretty face,
though terribly disfigured by a deeD
semicircle ot black and blue under one
of her eyes. She seemed a little embar
rassed, and was profuse in her explana
tions of how she came by it.
‘ Indeed,” she said, “ I never had sucb
a thing happen to me before in my life,
but you see I was going down stairs
with a tray full of dishes, and my foot
caught in the malting and tripped, and
I fell all the way down. Such a thing
never happened to me before, and I
wonder I did not break every bone in
my body. Such a shame it should have
come on my eye. I never had a black
one before, and it is so mortifying.”
Again the artist plied his ar(, taking
great pains to match the color of her
complexion, and persevering until the
ugly-looking mark was rendered invisi
ble, adding as he concluded: “ You can
wash your face in cold water, but don’t
use hot or soap, because it will bring
the paint oft*. With a little care it will
last until the eye is cured.” The lady,
after careful examination, expressed
herself satisfied, and inquired the cost.
“ Two dollars,” said the artist, consid
erately, after a glance at her modest
toilet.
“Two dollars!” fairly screamed the
lady. “ Two dollars for such a pesky
little job as that. I never heard of such
an imposition. Why, young man, in all
my life I never paid more than fifty
cents before.”
This assertion, coming after her pro
fuse explanations, had a very comical
effect, which she was quick to perceive,
and, without further parley she put
down the money and departed. When
the door closed on her your correspond
ent inquired if the artist had many lady
callers.
“ They aTe not uncommon, and they
come as this one did, with profuse apol
ogies and explanations, thinking, poor
things, that their stories about tumbling
downstairs and runniug up against
doors will be swallowed by me, as if I
didn’t know that the brutes who beat
their wives are not confined to the
wearers of fustian and cowhide boots.
You would be surprised to see some of
the ladies who come here in carriages.
Ladies living in fine houses and dressed
n silks and diamonds, that would die
of shame to have the truth suspected
come here to have the blows of the cow
ards who pass for fine gentlemen hidden.
They would sooner be torn to pieces,
than own up. I never knew of but one
lady that did own up. She was a bride,
onlv been married three weeks, and
lived on Madison avenue. One day her
husband got into a rage and threw his
boot at her. It struck her on the fore
head, leaving a terrible mark; but after
the shock was over all the poor thing
thought of was to keep it from her par
ents, for she had married against their
wishes.”
“ What ether disfigurements are you
called on to conceal P’’
“Moles and birthmarks. You see a
lady may have a very beautiful, white
neck, or snowy, well-molded arms, but
be unable to wear a party dress on ac
count of one or more of these blemishes.
I have regular customers, who, when
ever they go to a ball, send for me to
paint over these marks. And it is
singular the shapes they are in. There
is one belle in this city who has on her
right arm a regular cross and crown,
bright red in color, and large enough to
be seen across the room. Another
young lady, who has the shoulders of a
model, has upon one the initials C. L,
in red spots about the size of currants.
Still another lady has on her forearm a
perfect miniature ladder, though, of
course, the majority of these marks as
sume no distinct form.”
“ You must sometimes have ladies
who have really suffered from an acci
dent?”
“ Oh, yes. There was one young lady
here last week whose face was covered
with crimson spots big as silver quar
ters. Sue was engaged to be married
and to please her betrothed had taken a
course of lessons in cooking from Miss
Corson. The day before the wedding
she invited him to a little supper of her
own preparing, intending to give him a
pleasant premonition of bliss to come,
in the shape of good housekeeping.
Her chef d’oavre was a dish of soft-s hell
crabs, and, alas, as she was in the act
of frying them, the hot grease sputtered
up and burnt her face badly in half a
dozen places. It wa3 too late to defer
the wedding, and accordingly she had
to have her face done entirely over for
the ceremony, but it turned out such an
improvement on her natural complexion
that I do not think she minded it
much.”
Before leaving I asked from what class
of men he drew the largest number of
blackened-eye customers.
“From sporting men and the wealthy
business men. The latter class, of
course, would be injured by being seen
with such disfigurements. There is one
gentleman on Wall street who has
hardly missed a visit to me this year.
Every Saturday night he starts oft on a
tare that lasts him until Monday morn
ing, when, bright and early, he comes
here to get fixed up before going to
business. One funny case I had last
winter was when two gentlemen, con
spicuous in the management of the
Madison Square garden, got into a
quarrel, in the course of which one had
both eye3 blacked; the other only one.
He of the two black eyes came here to
be painted over, and told me if I would
refuse to fix the other man’s eye he
would pay me three times what it was
worth. This I promised not to do, and
in consequence the worst punished of
the two men went round boasting how
he had come out ahead, as no one could
detect his bruises. The ridicule fell on
he of a single and apparently blackened
orb.’
Carious Story of a Ring.
A curious story of an amethyst in the
British crown is told. The presence of
this stone, taken, it is iaid, from the
ring of Edward the Confessor, has the
power of preserving the wearer from all
contagious diseases. The story of this
ring is repeated and believed to this
day in the remote rural shires of Eng
land. Edward, the legend says, was on
his way to Westminster when he was
met by a beggar, who implored him in
the name of fct. John to grant him as
sistance. The charitable king had ex
hausted all his change in almsgiving
and could find in his scrip neither bank
note nor gold piece; but drew from his
finger his ring, an amethyst of great
value, and gave it to the beggar, who
vanished in a cloud of smoke. Some
years afterward two English pilgrims in
the Holy Band found themselves in a
desert in great distress, when a hoary
headed and long-bearded stranger ap
peared to them, giving them sustenance,
and finally announcing to them that he
was the prophet St. John the Baptist.
He gave them the ring that Edward had
given the beggar years before, telling
them to deliver it to the king, and say
that in a few weeks Edward would be
with him in Paradise. Edward re
ceived the ring and prepared for his
death, which occurred at the time ap
pointed by the saint. For many year
the stone was preserved as a sacred relic
by the Church of Havering in England,
but it was finally placed in the British
crown, though Havering retains the
name to this day.
“ I am very much afraid of lightning,”
said a pretty lady. “And well you may
be,” said her lover, “as your heart is
made of steel.”
TIMELY TOPItS.
According to the Los Angelos (Cal.)
ffercUd , the farmers in that section aie
going to experience a novel embarrass
ment. It says that so great is the quan
tity of land under crop, that there are
not enough threshing machines to
handle more than two-tbirds of the
yield. Meanwhile there is a great pau
city of machines in the market.
A retired Paris tradesman, advanced
n years, recently took it into his head (o
buy a coffin. Oace in his lodgings he
thought he would try how one felt in it.
He got in and lay down, but being old
and stiff he could not get out again.
There he lay for several days, when the
hall porter, weary at not having seen
him, knocked at his door. Hearing
groans, the porter broke the door and
found the state of things described. He
broke the sides of the coffin and released
the old man. With the aid of beef tea
he was restored to health.
Sacrilege was singularly punished in
London the other day, where a thie
broke into a vestry, and trying wbat he
supposed to be the communion wine,
fouud it poisonous. It was a singular
thing, also, that he should write to a
paper, stating the facts and complaining
of the danger likely to be run by the
congregation in tasting the noxious
fluid. It turned out, however, that he
had swallowed several ounces of a dis
infecting fluid, supposing it to be in we,
and he has also had the hard luck to te
caught and put on trial for sacrilege.
Potato flour, or the dried pulp of the
potato, is attaining great importance in
the arts. It is stated that in Lanca
shire, England, 20,000 tons of it are sold
annually, and it brings at present in
Liverpool about double as much in the
market as wheat flour. It is used for
sizing :.nd other manufacturing pur
poses, and when precipitated with acid
is turned into starch. When calcined it
is employed as a dressing for silk.
A British official, reporting on the
trade of the cast coast of Madagascar,
says that British trade has suffered
seriously from a large importation of
American gray cotton sheetings. Man
chester manufacturers have been so
completely supplanted that British firm?
who formerly imported largely Man
chester gray cottons, deal almost exclu
sively in American cloths, and one
British merchant at Tamatave has be
come agent to a Boston firm, and re
ceived from them their cctoon goods on
consignment.
Governor Murray, the recently-ap
pointed executive of Utah, delivered an
oration, in which he took occasion to
outline liis policy toward the Mormons-
He said that the tree ot liberty had
grown broad enough to shelter all
patriots, native an l naturalized, and
was rich enough in timber to furnish
scaffolds and coffins for all who conspire
against the Constitution or violate the
written laws. He then went on to say
that until Utah had abjured Mormon
ism there was no possibility that i
could become a State.
German Jawbreakers.
Mark Twain says that some Gevrnan
words are so long they have a perspec
tive. Observe these examples:
Freund3chaftsbezeigungen, Dilettinte
naufdringliclikeiten, Stadtverodneten
versammlungen. These things are not
words,they are alphabetical processions.
And they are not rare; one can open a
German newspaper any time and see
*hem marching majestically across the
page—and if he lias any imagination he
can gee the banners and hear music, too.
They impart a magical thrill to the
meekest subject. I take a great interest
in these curiosities. Whenever I come
across a good one I stuff it and put it in
my museum. In this way I have made
quite a valuable collection. When I
get duplicates! I exchange with other
collectors, and thus increase the variety
of my stock. Here are some specimens
which I lately bought at an auction sale
of effects of a bankrupt bric-a-brac hun
ter : Generalstaatsverordnetenversam
mlungen, Alterthumswissenschaften,
Kinderbewahrungsanstalten, Unabha
engigkeitserklaerungen, Wiederherstel
lungsbestrebungen.Wyffenstiilstandsun-
terhandlungen. Of course, when one
of these grand mountain ranges goes
stretching across the printed page, it
adorns and ennobles that literary land
scape, but at the same time it is a great
distress to the new student, for it blocks
up his way; he cannot crawl under it,
or climb over it, or tunnel through it.
So he resorts to the dictionary for help,
but there is no help there. The diction
ary must draw the line somewhere, so
it leaves this sort of words out.
The First Duel in the United States.
The first duel in the United State
was fought at Plymouth, Massachusetts,
on the eighteenth of June, 1621, between
Edward Doty and Edward Leicester,
two servants, both of whom were
wounded. For this outrage they were
sentenced to the punishment of having
their heads and feet tied together, and
of lying thus twenty-four Lours with
out lood or drink. After suffering,
however, in that posture an hour, at
their masters’ intercession and their
humble request, with the promise of
amendment, they were released by the
governor.— Portland {Me.) Press.
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NUMBER 12.
Trnst and Rest.
Fret not, poor soul, while doubt and fear
Disturb thy breast;
The pitying angels who can see
How vain thy wild regret must be,
Say, trust and rest.
Plan not nor scheme; but calmly wait;
His choice is best;
While blind and erring is thy sight,
His wisdom sees ami judges right,
So, trust and rest.
Strive not nor struggle; tl.y poor might
Can never wrest
The meanest thing to servo thy will;
AH power is His alone; be still —
And trust and rest.
Desire not; self-love is strong
Within thy breast.
And yet He loves thee better still;
So let H m do His loving will,
And trust and rest.
What dost thou fear 7 His wisdom reigns
Supreme, conicssed;
His power is infinite; His love
Thy deepest, fondest dreams above—
So trust and rest.
ODDS AND ENDS.
A nice figure —$• 100,000.
Mark Twain has made $150,000 from
his books. *
At the end of 1879 Fi ance had 14,120
miles of railroad.
Chicago boasts of six millionaires
belonging to one club.
The Rev. Dr. John Hall says he could
live on rice and cigars.
A few years ago cheese went west;
now 100,000,000 pounds a year move east
from Chicago.
The electric light on the tower of the
Grand Union, at Saratoga, can be seen
five milei.
According to the calculations of Pe
terman the population of the whole
world is 1,434,080,000.
Says a French critic: “ I like a girl be
foie the gets womauish, and a woman
before she gets girlish/’
Enormous natural cavern?, one 600
feet long, have lately been found near
Wells, Somerset, England.
This year’s yield of tea in India is esti
mated at 70,000,000 pounds, nearly
double that of 1878. Ten years ago it
was under 14,000.000.
“I’m afraid that bed is not long
enough for 3 T ou,” said a landlord to a
seven-foot guest. “Never mind,” he
replied, “I’ll add two more feet to it
when I get in!”
Glazed Sweet Potatoes. —Boil
softly, peel careluily and lay in a greased
dripping pan in a good oven. As they
begin to crust over baste with a little
butter, repeating this several times as
they brown. When glossy, and of
golden russet, dish.
In a period of ten years, from 1868 to
1678, the exports of all cereals from the
United States increased from 39,000,000
bushels to 189,000,000 bushels. In addi
tion to this it is s rid that the exporta
tion of live stock into which corn enters
more or loss, has increased tenfold
within the past two years.
Can Success in Life be Commanded I
Can success in life be commanded?
Not always, yet assuredly much more
frequently than is commonly supposed,
throe special qualifications being es
pecially necessary to its attainment,
namely, a definite object in view, a de
termination not to be baffled, and the
capability of exercising coni inuous self
denial. To the man possessing these
attributes, failure is next to an impos
sibility. There is, however, a fourth
which is perhaps even still more useful,
and that is a belief in cne’s own powers,
for persons who are doubtful of them
selves seldom rise to any special em
inence, being held back by a species of
mental paralysis from putting forth
strongly the capacity they may really
possces. Such people rather wish than
will. It is evident that exceptionally fa
vorable circum-lances eby no means
necessary. On the e ntrary. the want
of such assistance is often a chiti factor
in the development of latent power, and
the assertion that genius is but another
name for the power of attending closely
is not altogether wanting in truth.—
The', Spectator. _________
The Mahogany Tree.
Full grown, the mahogany tree is one
of the monarchs of tropical America.
Its vast trunk and massive arm?, rising
to a lofty height and spreading with
graceful sweep over immense spaces,
covered with beautiful foliage, bright,
glossy, light and airy, clinging so long
to the spray as to make it almost an
evergreen—present a rare combination
of loveliness and grandeur. The leaves
are very small, delicate and polished
like those of the laurel. The flowers
are small and white, or greenish yellow.
The mahogany lumbermen, having se
lected a tree, surround it with a pi a
form about twelve feet above the ground
and cut it above the platform. Some
dozen or fifteen feet of the largest part
of the trunk are thus lost; yet a single
log not unfrequently weighs from six or
seven to fifteen tons, and sometimes
measures as much as seventeen feet in
length and four and a half to five and a
half feet in diameter, one tree furnish
ing two, three or four such logs. Some
trees have yielded 12,000 superficial feet,
and at average prices have sold for
$15,000.