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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 THE FOREST NEWS. 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. PRICE—S 1.50 PER ANNUM. 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.