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THE STANDARD AND EXPRESS A.MARSCHALK ) W. A. U 1 AIISA’IIAIiK,/' Editors and Proprietors. FROM EAST TO WEST. BY SUSAN OOOUBBE. Th© boat, cast loos© tier moorings * “ Good-bye,” was all we said, ’ “Good-bye, Old World,” we said with a smile And none looked back as we sped— A shining wake of foam behind To the heart of the sunset red. Heavily drove onr plunging keel Tnc warring waves between? Heavily strove we night and day Against the West Wind keen, Bent, like a foe, to bar onr path A foe with an awful nu*-n. Never a token met our eyes From the dear laid far away* No storm-swept bird, no dr fling branch To tell us where we lay, Wearily searched we, hour by hour. Through the mist and driving sprav. Till, all in a flashing moment, The fog-veils rent and flew, And a blithesome South Wind caught the sails And whistled the cordage through, And the stars swung low their silver lamps In a dome of airy blue. And, breathed from unseen dista u “es, A njw and joyous air Careßsed onr senses suddenly With a rapture fresh and rare. “ It is the breath of home!” we erle tl “ We feel that we are there.” O, Band, whose tent-roof is the dome Of Heaven’s purest sky, Whose mighty heart inspires the wind Of glad, strong liberty, Standing upon thy sunset shore Beside -he water high. Bong may thy rosy smile be bright Above the oedhn dim; The young, undaunted’voice be heard tailing the whole world kin • And ever be thy arms held out’ To take the siorm-tossed in ! A SPELLING MATCH. Ihe fire-light made fantastic shadows in old Farmer Dobson’s kitchen; it flickered up and down on the huge brown rafters, and on the great dresser where the quaint willow-ware dishes were arranged, and where Mrs. Dob son s wonderful wealth of tin-ware was arrayed in shining ranks. A great far cornered, shadew-haunted kitchen of the old-fashioned type, with a fire-place of the old-fashioned type, one of the generous, provident, open-hearted kind that is passing away with the woods it helped to devour. \\ e have more economical arrange ments coming in fashion, - even in the old country-houses, now, but there are none so full of evening witchery, so cure-beguiling and heartsome, as the old wood fire. What elfish pranks it played that night! How it reddened old Farmer Dobson’s smoking-cap, and shown on his good wife’s spectacles, and tinted Job’s high cheek-bones and sleek, black hair, as he sat in the off corner bending obtusely over his book, utterlv absorbed, as a man might, be who had so little time to explore the mysteries of Web ster, and who was to take part in the spelling match to-night. Job was Farmer Dobson’s farm hand —a tall, strong, patient fellow, who had been so quietly the butt of us all this winter that we had got to using him like a big mastiff, who might be danger ous, but under ordinary circumstances could be safely teased and tormented to the top of our bent. A mist gathered in my eyes as I looked across the great to where he sat unconscious, plodding away at his task. I thought of our glib and easily acquired learn ing, and of poor Job’s hard struggle for life, and I pitied Job. Yes, I pitied l>j>, hut, yot, •oicnne- Jess, as I sftAV him stooping eo pro -1 undiy by the light of that witching f 1 f,heedless of the Shadow and shine oi the room, an imp of mischief—per naps one o£ the pranksome elves ges ticulating in the chimney-corner—got possession of me. I aro3e softly, and gliding over to where he sat, sprinkled the absorbed student with a shower of ean de-Cologne, and putting the vial quickly in my pocket, walked demurely back to my seat,. The start Job gave, and the flush onnis face as he returned to his book, wore comical. That Co logne was Abijah Plummer’s present, and T shouldn’t have wasted it, perhaps, and perhaps Job didn’t like Cologne. He shut the book presently, and sat with liis slioulders stooped and bis head drooping, looking into the fire. Well, as I have said, we were to Lave a spelling match that night, not our first one by any means ; but the old folks had put their heads together to give us a prize this time, a beautiful set of gold-andblue poets, six dainty little volumes that stood gleaming in the fire light on the round table, in the place of honor along with the great gilt-edge family Bible. The young people dropped in one by one, shaking off the snow as they came in. for there had been a light snow fall that evening, which made us all the merrier. By-and-by the great kitchen was filled up, the candles were lit, Farmer Dobson laid aside his pipe, the school master straightened his neck-tie, and grabbed the big Webster before him, and we all became properly im pressed with thejnoportance of the occa sion, though the¥e was a general nudg ing of elbows and a sly grimace as big, shy Job joined the class. But Job was used to our merry-making, and took no notice of it. Round and round went the spelling— big words and little words, words with treacherous e’s and a's lying in wait in unexpected places, and words without us, and words with odd h' s, and all the deceitful dictionary dreadfulness that lies in wait to trip up the unwary. And one after another our champions were spelled down, and Job actually stood his ground against half a dozen well schooled fellows. All his face was kin dled with eagerness, and the dull and plodding look habitual to him had dis appeared. The spelling was waking him up. But there sat Abijah Plummer, who didn’t join in the match—Abijah Plummer, the well-to do beau of the village, who had no need, mayhap, of book - learning. There lie sat and laughed at Job’s excitement. I saw an uneasy light in Job's eyes, as if he were being severely tried. The spelling match was kindling hi;-a to the centre, it seemed. A few more words were yet on the list, and there lay the beautiful books smiliDg and shining on us. “ Beautiful!’’ gave out the school master ; and Abijah laughed as Job got up to spell it. Job looked at Abijah, nd began, “B-e-u —” aDd there was a eneral scream of laughter. Darn it!” said Job between his teeth ; “ what can a fellow do with a fool like that; grinning at him ?” The mastiff was shaking himself up, and I trembled for Abijah. “ Order!” said the school-master, and gave out the word again. It was my turn. I don’t know, as I say, what imp possessed me this even ing, but I stood up and spelled the word wtih a vim. just as if I didn’t care one jot for Job’s defeat, and before I knew it the blue-and-gold prize was put into my hands. Then I looked at Job, and could have cried. But every one was merry, and all were talking and chatting and laughing as we broke up and said good-night. I wanted to speak to Job, but there stood Abijah in the doorway with my shawl in his hands waiting to see me home, and I on y nodded to Job as he stood at the gate with ms lantern to show us the path. One after another the merrv P ar . .Y disappeared down the snowy road and the winding lanes. Abijah and 1 were the last. “ I’ll see you down to the creek,” said humbly; “it’s a rough road to “gat. And without another word he stalked on ahead, his lantern gleaming after him. We did not say much either, Abijah anu I, for we were flouudering through the soft, thick-falling snow, and some how it seemed awkward to be walking in Job’s lantern-light. Presently we came down to the creek where every angle of rock and every elbow of gnarled tree was flecked softly with snow, and the creek, which I had crossed a dav or two before on my visit to Farmer Dobson’s, ran below, gray and far, an unfamiliar stream, with downy, treacherous banks shutting it m—a strange white fantasy. Over it two stout planks, crossing a few inches apart, served as a bridge. They were rounded and slippery-looking to-night, and one of them had a slight warp, as if weather-strained. Abijah stood a moment on the bank surveying it. “It’s dangerous crossing that,” he said. “I declare, Jennie, I don’t like the look of it.” The night was gray and soft and still, and all about us fell the snow, which seemed to be creating itself out of the feathered and shadowy underbrush and the white quiet atmosphere. The scene was so strange and weird that I felt a moment’s hesitation ; the next instant the imp which had possessed me all the evening set my blood dancing with mischief. “I promised to be home to-night,” said I, eluding Abijah’s detaining hand; and with a mocking, dancing step I skipped upon the plank. Abijah stood still on the margin and looked at me. Job stood still also one moment, and, bolding up his lantern, looked at Abijah. Then uesiid, sarcastically, “Byyour leave, Mr. Plummer ; this is a bridge for two, and if you’ve no mind to be getting over, I’ll step along myself.” And it was Job’s hand that, touching me timidly, steadied my fool-hardy steps, and Job’s lantern that flickered over the phantom banks beyond and the deep creek below that treacherous plank. Half-way cross 1 felt a strange quiver, as if the heart of the thing were being broken, and my own heart leaped up with sudden terror, a despairing cry, a whirl of darkness and chaos, and I felt the bridge totter and crash, and thought I was being swept away into annihila tion. Some strong arm grasped me then, not tenderly, but with a clutch that ronsed every faculty, and, trembling, conscious, struggling for life, I found myself clingiDg to the slippery edge of the other plank, with Job bolding me fast by my raiment, ns we hung for a moment in peril together, while the lan tern floated away below in the debris. Job speedily regained some sort of footing, and slipping, sliding, by slow and painful effort we reached the otho* Sl< L e hcuve a langfied then when I came to myself, shook out my snow-encum bered garments, and looking down, saw Job’s faithless lantern gleaming like a fitful fire fly away out of reach, and felt sure that Abijah Plummer was still watching on the other side. Job stretched out over the brink, looked down at the useless lantern, and shook his fist, perhaps at the invisible Abijah. “Job, oh, Job,” I said, taking his hand, •* I’m sorry I spelled ‘ beautiful ’ to-night.” I did not laugh now. I was full of a strange excitement. “ Who had a right to spell such a word but you, Jennie ?” answered Job, gravely. “ But I—l’ve lost the books. Job.” “ I’ve lost something too,” said Job. We stood still for a moment and looked at each other. And there was that in Job’s face which never shown but once in any human face, and which all men and all women know when they see it. Then Job roused up and said, lightly, “ Will yon get along the rest of the wav without Abijah Plummer ?" “ All the rest of my life,” I replied. Since then Job has often said to me, softly, as we sat in the twilight, “ They can’t say I didn’t win a prize at the spelling match.” Wanted a Wtcd. He felt of some factory piled on the counter, glanced up at the shawl swing ing from the top shelf, and when the clerk got down to him he said he wanted a weed for his kat. “ A weed ? Ah ! So you have lost a near relative ?” “ Yes, my wife.” “ Well, that's sad,” said the clerk as he handed down the box of crape. “ Death has never entered my happy household, and I trust he never will.” “You don’t know how it crushes a man down,” said the farmer, with quiv ering chin. “ How much apiece for these?” “ A dollar,” “ What! a dollar ! ” “ Why, that’s cheap, my dear sir.” “ I’ll give you fifty cents, and not a penny more!” exclaimed the widower, losing the quiver to his chin. “Couldn’t think of it; they cost us more than that.” “ Well, I loved my wife as well as any man can love,” continued the wid ower, as he started for the door, “ but I won’t invest in a weed. I’ll have lots of time after harvest, and I can sit in the house and cry all I want to without costing a cent.- -Detroit Free Press. Impending Starvation in the South —Should the drouth continue, starva tion will stare this section in the face, as crops will be ruined. Cotton is shed ding as last as it can, corn looks as if it had been boiled until all the life had gone out. Small trees are dying for the want of moisture. A gentleman who rode into the country Sunday says he saw at least five hundred dead trees, in coming out of the court house yard yesterday leaves twisted and browned were falling as thickly as daring the fall. Farmers are very gloomy. For three weeks, now, no ram has fallen, and the heat has been more intense than any summer since the war. We are tojd on good authority of one one hundred acre' field near Snorter’s depot on the line of the western rail road, in Alabama, which was planted in cotton between April Ist and 6th. The drought has beeu so bad that not a seed has come up. In every quarter in Georgia and Ala bama planters are supplicating for rain. Same very little must have fallen around Columbus last afternoon, but hardly enough to wet the top of the ground,— C*lu*nbiiß Ga>, Enqvirer, A Bid SHOW OK PLANETS. Jupiter, Mara, Saturn and Venue All in Sight— Thetr Joint Appearance “For This Engage ment Only ” Not often do the starry heavens show us four strongly-shining, bright planets m one night, but this has been for some time past the position of Jupiter, Mars Krst into view that giant planet—that vast orb whose diameter is eleven times and his volume about 1,300 times that of onr own globe-Jupiter, the planet of the mighty cloud envelopes, whose contin ued overshadowing of the planet himself nas led astronomers to doubt if tele- X lßlOll has ever yet really pene trated these enormous layers of vapor to the surface of the planet itself. Jupiter is seen soon after dark almost directly mthe zenith—his position at 8 o’clock being a little west and southof it; and his slow and majestic sweep around the sun, which requires twelve of our years scaroely better comports with his vast dimensions than does his apparent jour ney every night through the skies of earth. He sets not far from midnight. Proctor believes Jupiter to be still a mass of seething internal volcanic fire, giving out heat like a sun, and having but a very slight crust cooled as yet, and that subject to continual fiery out bursts and overflows; v hile the vast cloud-belts, a thousand miles deep, are either partly of volcanic origin, or are discharging upon the planet itself such floods of sulphur-charged rain as we cannot imagine. Mars next comes in sight. He rises red away in the southern part of the western horizon soon after dusk, and by 9 o’clock Is a conspicuous object, well tip in the southern heavens, and easilv distinguishable by his ruddy hue. It is a good time to scan Mars through a good telescope, for it will be two years before he is again in so favorable a position as he has been in for the last month, and will be for a little time longer. The bright star of the ruddy hue that comes up almost in the southeast soon after dark, is the neighbor world which of all the planetary system has presented the most interesting field for astronomical study, and best rewarded such studies. It is pretty definitely decided that this ruddy hue is due to some quality or characteristic of his soil. Mars, a small er plant than earth, presents a number of features that seem to warrant the conclusion that his more general laws and features are something akin to those of onr own world. He has an atmos phere ; he has his season of winter and summer—the region of snow and ice around the southern pole, annually and visibly decreasing and increasing in what may be summer and winter. There are on that distant world oceans and continents ; this much at least is cer tain. Not sHch oceans as the Atlantic and Pacific, but strange, bottle-shaped eeas, of no great extent compared with sarth’s greatest. Whether they are ever frozen or not nobody on earfcn yet knows; but it is Mr. Proctor’s belief that Mars and other planets than ours, has gone far past his period of greatest life, and is fast approaching, if not already entering, the ct^“„ a An onr l£§&J?°#dife<? , &teAaT'lieat is exhausted. Later, rising wan and far, a pale bnt luminous ghost of a planet in the east ern Bky, comes up great Saturn —the ringed world. This, on some accounts, is the most interesting study of all the planets ; chiefly because of the mobility and uncertainty of its occasionally shift ing shape, and because of its giant il luminated rings and its eight attendant moons. Its enormous distance also in vests it with a certain interest which would be wanting in a near object. It is ascertained that its density does not exceed that of water ; ana the prob abilities seem to favor the conclusion that Saturn is stilJ a globe of molten matter —a world of liquid fire. Its as pect seen on a clear night through a good glass, as the great lemmon-colored planet, girdled with its vast elliptic rings, goes sailing silently across the field of vision, is beautiful and interest ing beyond that of any other. Much later—in fact the early dawn of the morning—Venus comes resplend ently into view. Most brilliant of all the planets to us, because she is nearer to us and to the sun, this remarkable sister world, nearest and apparently most like our own world, is never more brilliant, never more beautiful, then when, as the morning star, she sheds the lustre of her golden (but borrowed) beams upon the earth in the stillness of the clear morning. Venus will probably always be a difficult object to study, because of her proximity to the sun, but it is found that there are reasons for be lieving some of her mountains to be equal in height to the highest of our own world. What They i>o at Church. It was after the evening service. Mrs. Coonton and the three Misses Coonton had arrived home. They sat listlessly around the room with their things on. Mr. Coonton was lying on the lounge asleep. It had been undoubtedly an im pressive sermon as the ladies were silent, busy with their thoughts. “ Emmeline,” said Mrs. Coonton, sud denly addressing her eldest, “did you see Mrs. Parker when she came in ?” “ Yes, Ma,” replied Emmeline. “ She didn’t have that hat on last Sunday, did she ?” “ No,” said Emmeline, “it is her old hat. I noticed it the moment she came down the aisle, and says to Sarah, ‘what on earth possesses Mrs. Parker to wear such a hat as that?’ says I.” “Such a great prancing feather on sncli a little hat looked awful ridiculous. I thought I should laugh right out when I saw it,” observed Sarah. “ I don’t think it looked any worse than Mary Schuyler’s, with that flaring red bow at the back,” said Amelia. “ I don’t see what Mrs. Schuyler can be thinking of to dress Mary out like that,” said Mrs. Coonton, with a sigh. “ Mary must be older than Sarah, and yet she dresses-as if she were a mere child.” “She’s nearly a year older than I am,” asserted Sarah. “Did you see how the widow Mar shall was tucked out ?” interrupted Em meline. “ She was as gay as a peacock. Mercy, what airs that woman puts os. I would like to have asked her when she’s going to bring back that pan of flour.” And Emmeline tittered mali- ciously. “She’s shiniDg around old McMas ters, they say.” mentioned Amelia. “ Old * McMasters!” ejaculated Mrs. Coonton. “ Why, he is old enough to be ber father. ” “What difference do you suppose that makes to her ?” suggested Emme line. “ She’d marry Methuselah. But I’d pity him if he gets her. She’s a per fect wild cat.” “Say, Em., who was that gentleman with Ellen Byxby?” inquired Amelia. “That’s so!” chimed in Sarah, with spirit, “who was he?” CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, MONDAY EVENING, AUGUST 9, 1875. “What gentleman?” asked Mrs. Coonton. “ Why I don’t know who it was,” ex plained Emmeline. “They came in during the prayer. He was a tall fellow, with light hair and chin whiskers.” “It couldn’t have been her cousin John, from Brooklyn,” suggested Mrs. Coonton. “ Bother, no,” said Sarah, pettishly. “He is short and has brown hair. This gentleman is a stranger here. I wonder where she picked him up.” . “ She seems to keep mighty close to him, said Amelia, “but she needn't be scared. No one will take him unless they are pretty hard pushed. He looks as soft as a squash. Did you see him tumble up his hair with his fingers ? I wonder what that big ring cost—two cents ? ’ and the speaker tittered. “ Well, I’m glad if she’s got com pany,” said Mrs. Coonton, kindly. 4 4 She’s made efforts enough to get some ene, goodness knows. ” “I should say she had,” coincided Emmenne. “She’s got on one of them \ uHoria hats, I see. If I had a drunken father, Id keep in doors, I think, and not be parading myself in public.” Just them there was a movement on the lounge, and the ladies began to take off their things. “ Hello, folks,” said Mr. Coonton, nsmg up, and rubbing his eyes. “Is church out ?” “Yes,” laid Mrs. Coonton, with, a yawn, which communicated itself to her daughter. “Did you have a good sermon ?” “ Pretty good,” accompanied by an other yawn all around, “See many good clothes?” was the next query. “I suppose you think Mr. Coonton, that is all your wife and daughters go to church for, to look at people’s clothes,” said Mrs. Coonton, tartly. “ That’s just like pa,” said Emmeline, with a toss of her head. “He is always slurring church people.” Pa sloped to bed.— Danbury News. American Liveliness in the Surf. Olive Logan writes from Long-Branch: “It seems strange that the irrepressible coquetry of the American woman should not have niched itself (to use Mme. de Sevigne’s expression) in her bathing costume. Women of the most marked elegance in drawing-rooms obey the law of our land and make the vilest scare crows of themselves to go into the surf. More bathing dresses are let out in Long Branch in a single week than are so dis posed in a whole season at all the French resorts combined. Every French lady frequenting les bains de vnur pays spe cial attention to providing herself with un costume de bain. And this outfit is as carefully selected in regard to its be comingness in colcr and cut; its fit must be as perfeot, its freshness as un doubted as any dress that madam wears. Some of these costumes are really charming, and when donned enhance the jjtiSJlJßo lauoi ua any uilUta*. *a uttrintrh rose flannel, with knife-plettiug of wlG?*e hat trimmed in accordance, pink hose, and straw shoes, navy blue serge with stripes of yellow, green and brown me rinos—these are some of the combina tions which dwell in my memory from last season. Many ladies have several such costumes—an extravagance scarcely worth mentioning, as the materials from which such dresses are made are very cheap. But whatever a French lady’s sea-bathing costume may be—her own and three or four of them in the season, or hired from day to day from la baig ncur—one accessory is absolutely indis pensable. I mean the long flannel cloak, which it would be to offend the plainest propriety not to wear from the moment the bather leaves her cabin until she is ready to plunge into the sea ; then the cloak is thrown off, to be immediately donned again on leaving the water. Sometimes the beaoh is literally strewn with these cloaks. Each claims her own, and I never heard of a misappro priation. To dispense with these cloaks —warm and dry after leaving the sea— and to ran along the sands exposed to the wind in a dripping bath-dress would be considered a piece of imprudence in a hygienic sense, and to dress and go away without having first equalized the circulation by the use of the hot foot bath would be looked upon as sheer madness only worthy the barbarity of American customs. Male and female attendants keep all buttons, strings, etc., in perfect order upon the bathers’ costumes, and it is considered necessary to thoroughly wash away in fresh water every trace of the sea for the proper preservation of bathing costumes. It is true that many American ladies here at the Branch have their own bathing cos tumes, but these are almost invariably made of dark flannel, and no effort at coquetry is attempted.” Learning to Swim in a French Bath ing-house, The baignenr of the gala dress, hold ing a lad on the end of a cord, is wordy and severe in his instructions, consist ing of a running something after the following fashion : “ Listen well, young man. Cut the water with your closed hands straight before you, then separate them swiftly ; draw up your legs, heel to heel; sepa rate and strike out; are you ready ?It is well, let us begin. Now, then; one, two; one, two ; one, two.” The baigneur, oounting for each movement as he walks along the plat form, and occasionally holding a pole before the swimmer to give him cour age, resumes: “Ah, Monsieur, that is not the way to do it; let us begin again. Now for it, courage. Strike out; one, two,” and so on, the lad making strenuous efforts to grasp the receding pole, for the pos sessor only lets him catch it when he shows a disposition to sink, which he is never allowed to d~ completely, as be ing too demoralizing. An occasional gulp of water and the continual ha rangue from overhead, are discour aging, and the boy is dazed half the time and does not know what he is about; then the master asks him where his courage is, and ventures the opinion that he is a wet hen, this being the equiva lent of our muff. The father of the lad often stands by and watches this opera tion with tender solicitude, and when tha offspring comes out of the water chances are that the father and son em brace each other with effusion. To an American who haß been learned on the end of a board, or been thrown into deep water, yet untaught, and allowed to get out as best he can, this system of ropes, belts and professorship is singular.— Albert Rhodes in Scribner. In China the Roman Catholic religion is making rapid progress, Confucian ism is gaining, Protestantism is spread ing very slowly, Buddhism is at a stand still, and Mohammedanism is losing. KILLED FROM A CLEAR SKY. An Extraordinary Death front- Lightning in lowa. Sioux City (IfcJ Journal. While the thunder storm of yesterday afternoon was raging at a distanoe of ap parently a couple of miles from this place, a singular freak of nature took place in the striking by lightning of the depot, and the striking and killing, subsequently, of J. H. Boyer, the post master and blacksmith of this place. At about 5 o’clock in the afternoon, at which time not a cloud obscured the sky overhead or stood between the sun and the town, a terrible flash of light ning followed by a deafening peal of thunder, struck the wires of the tele graph offl9 and set it on fire. The damage done to the telegraphic ap paratus was most complete, the wires being torn to pieces and the different instruments being almost without ex ception distorted and broken and com- pletely wrecked. Immediately after the stroke John H. Boyer, who was in his shop at the time, ran out in the street toward the depot, where some boys had been playing. He approached them rapidly and said, “ Why boys, I thought some of yon had been struck. I was quite frightened on account of you.” He evidently had it in his mind that the terrible shock might have frightened his family, as he started toward his home immediately. When within about 50 yards of the house, from the front window of which his wife was anxiously watching his approaoh, another vivid flash of lightning dazzled the eyes of all, and ere the thunder had ceased rolling, the naked body of the unfortunate man was seen to be lying prone upon the ground. A number of people, among them his wife, rushed to the spot, and so horribla was the situa tion that it was not until he had been carried to the house that a full ap preciation was had of the terrible death which nature had inflicted upon him. An examination of the bodv, from which every vestige of clothing, not excluding even a pair of cowhide boots, had been instantly torn, showed that the subtle and terribly fatal fluid bad first struck him on the top of his head, whence, though the skull was left apparently in tact, the hair had been burned off for the space of the size of a silvtr dollar. Thence the flnid had run down the side of the face, as was shown by a clearly cut track to the shoulder, and thence to the heart, where it appearently had spread all over the body. The terrible power of the fluid was shown by the presenoe in the ground, on the spot where the unfortunate man’s body had been picked up, of a hole eight feet deep by actual measurement. The clothing of the deceased was found to havo been shredded, and when first discovered was on fire, while the silver watch lie carried had been driven into the ground, and when lifted up, it was found that the works had been fused into a lump of shapeless metal. The scene at the house of the deceased who leaves a wife and three children to mourn his loss, was painful beyond power of words to describe, and those has B P°i through in the town, where the deoeased was both loved and revered by all who knew him in either public or private life. The Marvelous New Motor. While Keeley and his Philadelphia friends have been talking and writing about hia great invention ef a motor that is to do the work of steam at a small fraction of its cost, John A. Hoc tor, of Rochester. N. Y., and his back ers, have brought the newly discovered vapor to the tsst of utility for hauling trains of loaded cars on a railway, and driving balls and other missiles from guns, large or small, employed in war. We find in the Rochester Union over two columns of details of these inter esting experiments, the material facts of which we shall state in fewer words. ~As steam is a kind of vapor generated in one metal vessel called a boiler, and used in another acting on a piston, so this new machine has two metal globes, in one of which vapor is generated of prodigious tension, and passes into an other globe by a connecting tube for service as a motive power. The first experiments in the presence of many witnesses were made with globes about the size of an orange applied to drive the ball of an Enfield rifle 500 yards into a target of three inch plank, backed by a plate of iron one fourth of an inch in thickness. The small generating globe contained about a wine-glass full of water. When the gun was to be fired, Mr. Hoctor breathed air into the globe holding water and the volatile material, from which the vapor was evolved, so much more expansible than that of water, through an India rubber tube. This breath of air with no ex plosive chemicals, discharges the gun. On examining the target there was found a clean out hole three inch plank and the thick plate of iron be hind it. As there was no report from the gun bystanders did not believe the ball had left it. Whin several shots had been* fired with like result, the target was removed 100 yards farther from the gun, which was elevated, to suit the range, and fired again. The ball passed through the plank but not through the ir n. Without once re charging the wineglass of water with vaporizing material, over fifty shots were made by count, and the inventor said that he could shoot at a rapid rate all day and use nothing but balls and air in the operation, except the little water and vapor ia a globe no larger than an orange ! Several gentlemen breathed into the globe through the rubber tube and fired the gun repeatedly, satisfying them selves and all others present that noth ing more was necessary to develop the wondeful force which drove the ball from the rifle. With such weapons war must be wholesale murder, and civil ized nations will be compelled to find a better way to decide and settle their misunderstandings. Mr. Hoctor proposed to take a train of ears at the speed of a mile a minute over one of the railroads coming into Rochester, and the Ontario Lake Shore railroad was tendered for the purpose of an experiment. The metal globe in which the vapor was generated held a bucket of water, and air was forced into it by bellows worked by a foot-treddle. The little engine bad hardly weight enough on the track to start the train, which consisted of two passenger cars and a baggage ear, well loaded with deeply interested spectators. Our Rochester namesake says: At first the motion was slow and jerky, but as the momentum increased the pulse of the engine became more regular, and in a few moments it was moving as steady us a locomotive. By the end of the first mile the speed had increased to such un extent as almost to take the breath out of those that were facing the cool morning lake breeze. Tiie second mile the train seemed fairly to fly, the run beiDg made by several timers present in five seconds less than a minute. At the commencement.of the third mile the cock was gradually turned and the speed slowed '’own until a stop was made at the Sea Breeze, where an elegant breakfast had been prepared for the occasion. Our readers will aooept the fact as not very important at this distance, that the poet-prandial speeches of the mayor, aldermen and others, were creditable to those gentlemen, and learn with sur prise that the new motor took the train twenty-five miles to Sodus, and back to its starting place, without accident. A railway track and its rolling stock must be in exceptionably good order not to place passengers in considerable peril when the train is moving at the rate of sixty miles an hour. Ia view of these marvelous develop ments, we may well ir quire whether steam, ooal and fire will not lose their value as motors in travel,transportation, manufactures, and all other industries. A gallon of water in a globe no larger than a man’s hat, will do the plowing of ten mules, and consume no more in valne than one mule ; giving bread and meat to the million at prices never dreamed of in all the past ages. Another curious fact. The metal tube which connects the two globes in Hoc tor’s vapor Ynaohine is soon covered with hard ice, because heat is absorbed so rapidly by the within expanding vapor. How wonderful are the operations of nature ! In a steam engine heat is the great generator of force, and aqueous vapor its prodnot. Here is anotner va por which, unlike incandescent steam, cools iron down perhaps to the point of freezing carbonic acid. - Cold things have their significance in all industrial economy as well as things that are hot. The hot water that bursts a steam boiler, cooled down in a common plantation pot will burst that with expanding ice. If traveling in the air in the face of whirlwinds is devisable, it may now soon be very common. But man and his aerial ship must displace air enough to be lighter than the atmosphere whose place they occupy, else they cannot rise from the ground. Once up, to contract the balloon is to bring the frail ship down perhaps into a stormy lake or sea; not to contract it, is to let the tempest or common wind drive ship and passen gers to destruction. Better keep on terra firma, and b© content to travel 000 miles in ten hours, for a cent a mile, drawn by the Hoctor motor. Tlie Gambling Hells of Gotham. This city will always be a great center for gambling, because the blacklegs of all nations center here. Every game known among civilized nations here has it devotees, and even the “ heatlen Chinee ” has a gambling resort. Gam bling is here ingeniously adapted to all ages and tastes, as well as to all nations. There is the ten-cent keno hole for clerks and apprentices, and there is the splen did hell for men of better tastes and more money. The fascination with which the practice holds it followers in beyond description. A few years ago a man on the frauds which marked every lUfm of gaming. This did not impair the busi ness in the least, and I am under the im pression that Green went back to gam bling after the lecture season was over in order to prepare himself for the plat form. Just now our best gamblers are a the watering-places. It is surprising how neatly they manage to divide off, so that no resort shall be overcrowded. One would think the scheme was gotten up in a committee of the whole. Here are Newport, Long Branch, Saratoga and Cape May to divide the attention of the gambling fraternity, and each place will have its due proportion. Dancer re mains in town all the year round, with a brief vacation. His place is in such a center that it need never fail of business. Besides the Astor House, which is im mediately opposite, there is French’s hotel, which is only separated by the park. These provide an abundant out- of-town patronage, and then there is the rush of city youth, who like to play down town because it is farthest away from their residences and less liable to discovery. If Dancer would give us a book of his experiences and reminis cences it would contain some curious revelations. He is the veteran of the faro table, and can remember such men as Pat Hearne and Jack Harrison, who, in their day, were the princes of luck and the favorites of the blind goddess. Dancer could tell some strange secrete concerning the failures of eminent mer chants and brokers, and the defalcation of distinguished officials which was sim ply due to nights spent in his company. —New York Letter. The Cause. —A citizen who was driv ing along the Jackson road the other day saw a man up a tre t near the road side, and halting he inquired : “ What are you doing up there ?” The man made no reply, and the citi zen continued : “ What’s the cause of your being up there ?” At that moment a woman rose up from the fence corner, rested a club on the fence, and remarked : ‘•l’m the cause, stranger, and if you’ll wait till he comes down you’ll see the worst field of carnage around here that ever laid out doors !” The citizen drove on, and she turned to the man up the tree and continued : “ Polhemus, I can’t climb, and you know it, but if you’ll drop down here for two minutes I’ll give yon a quit claim deed of the farm 1” Vicksburg Her all. A Striking Letter. The following letter in the handwrit ing of ex-president Johnson has been found among his paper : “Greenville, June 29, 1873.—AH seems gloom and despair. 1 have per formed my duty to my God, my country and my family. I have nothing to fear. Approaching death is to me the mere shadow of God’s protecting wing. Be neath it I almost feel sacred. Here, I know, can no evil come. Here I will rest in quiet and peace, beyond the reach of calumny’s poisoned shaft, the influence of envy and jealous enemies, where treason and traitors in state, back sliders and hypocrites in church, can have no place ; where the great fact will be realized that God is truth, and grati tude the highest attribute of men. Sic itur ad astra. Such is the way to the stars or immortality.” The following is written on the margin of the page containing the above: “ Written before leaving on Sunday evening, while the cholera was raging in its moot violent form.” It will i,be re membered the ex-president left Greene villo after being attacked by cholera, when, as he said, all seemed gloom and despair. ' ’ • Lemon juice and glycerine will re move tan and freckles. The Last of the Ex-Presidents. Writing of Andrew Johnson, the most observant of chroniclers, Charles Dick ens, said in 1868: “I was very much sur prised by the president’s face and man ner. It is, in its way, one of the most remarkable faces I have ever seen. Not imaginative, but very powerful in its firmness (or, perhaps, obstinacy), strength of will and steadiness of pur pose. There is a reticence in it, too, cu riously at variance with that first unfor tunate speeoh of his. A man not to be turned or trifled with. A man, I should say, who must be killed to be got out of the way. His manners perfectly com posed. There was an air of chronic anxiety upon him ; but not a crease or ruffle in his dress, and his papers were as composed as himself.” When John- son went out of congress in 1853 he was a pale-faced, black-haired man, brusqe in his speech, abrupt in his mien, and of nervous movement. As he grew older he gained in self-esteem, and his ad dress improved. During the last ten years of his life he carried himself like one used to command, and, though often decisive, was not wanting in a very fine and rare self-possession. Originally it was easier to stir him to anger than to move him to laughter. He made many efforts to overcome this tendency, and, toward the end, his outbursts of passion were neither frequent nor conspicuous. His mirth, however, was never violent, expressed for the most part in a grim humor about the lips and in the eyes. Dickens does not exaggerate his person nel. It was altogether n arked, and but for a certain sullen shadow, which at times darkened his countenance, it would have been unexceptional. No one could meet him without receiving a distinct impression. He was the last of men to be slapped on the back or treated with levity. Even when a poor, up country politician he was scrupulously neat in his attire, punctilious in exact ing courtesy for himself and meeting no one half way. The death of the ex-president mav be said to have come to pass at an oppor tune moment for his fame. It was hardly possible for him to realize the expectations of the country in the re newal of his senatorial career. He would certainly have disappointed the hopes of those who regarded his reappearanoe in the national capital as a partisan ad vantage. His triumph last March was a measure of poetic justice ; but with it there hovered & menace which he was little like to heed. The grave cuts off the danger. He sinks into his last re pose battle-scarred and care-worn, the flag of his country folding his wasted form and waving above bis resting place. It may be written on his tomb, “He was the poor man’s f-iend.” Every pulse of his heart kept time to homely music. He had nothing in com mon with the rich and great, and will be lamented chiefly by the humble, over whom he exerted an influence un equaled in our annals. —Louisville Courier-Journal. MARK TWAIN. What He Jiememhers About Steamboat Eating on the Jiiseiesippi, gerous ; wnercae one .v,._ i the case —that is, after the laws were passed which restricted each boat to just so many pounds of steam to the square ircli. No engineer was ever sleepy or careless when his heart was in a race. He was constantly on the alert, trying gague cocks and watching things. The dangerous place was, on slow pop ular boats, where the engineer drowsed around and allowed chips to get into the “doctor” and shut off the water supply from the boilers. in the “ flush times ” of steamboat ing, a race between two notoriously fleet steamers was an event of vast im portance. The date was set for it several weeks in advance, and from the time forward, the whole Mississippi valley was in a state of consuming excitement. Politios and the weather were dropped, and people talked only of the coming race. As the time approached, the two steamers “stripped” and got ready. Every incumbrance that added weight, or exposed a resisting surface to wind or water, was removed, if the boat could possibly do without it. The “spars” and sometimes even their supporting derricks, were sent ashore, and no means left to set the boat afloat in case she got aground. When the Eclipse and A. L. Shotwell ran their race twenty-two years ago, it was said that pains were taken to scrape the gilding off the fan ciful device which hung between the Eclipse’s chimneys, and that for that one trip the captain left off his kid gloves and had his head, shaved. But I always doubted these things. If *tno boat was known to make her best speed when drawing five and a half feet forward and five feet aft, she was carefully loaded to that exact figure— she wouldn’t enter a dose of homeo pathic pills on her manifest after that. Hardly any passengers were takes, but because they not only add weight but they never will “trim boat.” They al ways run to the side when there is any thing to see, whereas a conscientious and experienced steamboat man would stick to the center of the boat and par* his hair in the middle with a spirit level. —Atlanta Monthly. Honors to the Departed Statesman. An order has been issued by Commo dore Ammon, acting secretary of the navy, directing, in pursuance of the pres ident’s order announcing the death of ex-President Johnson, that the ensign at each naval station and of each vessel of the United States navy in commission be hoisted at half-mast from sunrise to sunset, and that guns l>e fired at inter vals of half an hour from sunrise to sunset at each naval station, and on board of flag ships and of vessels acting singly on day of funeral, where this order may be received in time ; other- wise on the day after its receipt. The officers of navy and marine corps will wear the usual badge of mourning at tached to the sword-hilt and on the left arm for the period of thirty days. An order was also issued from the war de partment reciting the order of the pres ident and directing that in compliance with his instruotioiis troops will be pa raded at 10 a. m. on the day after the receipt of the order at each military ppst, when the order wi'l bo real to them and the labors of that day will thereafter cease. The national flag will be displayed at half-staff at dawn of day, thirteen guns will be fired, and afterwards at intervals of thirty min utes between the rising and setting of the sun, a single gun, and at the close of the day a national salute of thirty seven guns; the officers of the army will wear crape on the left arm and on their swords, and the colors of the several regiments will be put in monrniDg for the period of thirty days. :.IbsT*pedpre are like eggs. Too full of themselves to hold anything else, VOL. 16--NO: 33. SAYINGS AND DOINGS. Canadian Boat Bono. Faintly, as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tone, and onr oars keep time; Soon as the woods on shore look dim, Wo’ll sing at St. Ann’s onr parting hymn. Row, brothere, row, the a .ream mne fast. The rapids are near and the daylight’s past. Why should we vet onr stols unfurl ? There is not a breath the bine wave to curl! Bn;, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh I sweetly we’ll rest on onr weary oar. Blew, breezes blow, the stream run's fast, Tho rapids are near and the daylight’s past! Utowa’s tide! this trembling moon, Shtll see us float over thy surges soon; Saiat of this green isle! 1 ear onr prayers, Oh! grant ns cool heavens and favoring airs. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast. The rapids are near and the daylight's past. It is not right, but the man with the least mind has the gr latest trouble in making it up. A man said his son had a well-stored mild, but the neight*ors never eonld find where he stored it Incendiarism in Canada is so preva lent that the insurance company have cessed insuring property. The trustees of St. Andrew’s Church, at Hamilton. Ontario, have been em powered by the convention to lock out Rev. Mr. Burnett, their pastor, who has refused to enter the united church with them. Miss Reed, an American Amazon, entered the jumping ring at a recent horse-show in London, and when, after she had got her horse three times over his fences, he jumped deliberately into the pond, she kept her seat bravely, and brought the ugly little hunter out amid the applause of twenty thousand people. A poor Irishman who was on his death-bed, and who did. not seem quite reconciled to tha long journey he was going to take, was kindly consoled by a good-natured friend with the common place that we must all die once. “ WLv, my dear sir,” rejoined the sick man, * ‘ that is the very thing that vexes me. If I could die half a dozen times, I should not mind it.” It is important to know the difference between toadstools and mushrooms ; but it is not worth while trying to learn ihia difference unless you belong to a very long-lived family, and don’t object to being poisoned at the end. It takes years to find out, and authorities differ. 'Die only sure test is to eat one. If you live, it is a mushroom. If you die, it is a toadstool.— St. Nicholas. Goats, according |to the bible, are more wicked than sheep; but they are smarter. The sheep-raisers of New Mexico employ goats as leaders to their herds of sheep, because they under stand a person’s voice so well, and will come whenever they are called. The goats have to be trained, and the sheep will always follow them. This shows that the sheep know that hair covers more wisdom than wool, though the darlries do not like to be toid so. She stepped into the car radiant with youth, and looking cool and bright in her flower trimmed hat and speckiesa suit of linen. Four young men im mediately offered their seats ; she ao ten 4 blocks. 88>4e and did not know whether to get up again or not, and, tried their best not to look foolish. As an illustration of the extreme dry ness of the soil during the dry season in Brazil, it is stated that in June all the vegetation ceases, the seeds being then ripe or nearly so. In July the leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off; in Au gust an extent of many thousands of square leagues presents the aspect of a European winter, but without snow, the trees being completely stripped of their leaves; the plants that have grown in abundance in the wilderness drying np, and serving as a kind o:: hay for the sus tenance of numerous herds of cattle. This is the period most favorable for the preparation of the coffee that grows upon the mountains. The beans are picked and laid on the ground which gives forth no moisture, but on the contrary absorbs it; and being surrounded by an atmo sphere possessing the same desiccating properties, the coffee dries rapidly with out molding. A professor of spiritualism who has lately been visiting Cairo gives us some interesting particulars of the manner in which the soul leaves the body. The vital spark of heavenly flame, according to the professor, first withdraws from the toes, travels slowly up the legs, re cedes along the body, enters the head, and finally condenses i self into a lumin ous ball in the neighborhood of the parietal bones, whence, as the last breath leaves the lungs, it mounts up ward like a balloon. The professor of spiritualism says he has frequently seen souls depart in this way. Indians, and certain other superstitious people, be lieve that the soul goes out through the mouth, and that, if a man is hanged, the choking rope shuts off that means of egres, compelling the spirit to make its exit the best way it can, and causing it to labor under a disadvantage forever afterward. If these aborigines could be made to know that the soul goes out through the top of the head in the man ner specified by the Cairo professor, in stead of through an af torture, the knowl edge wonld afford much consolation to such of them as might be under sentence to the gallows. How He Resisted Temptation.— A member of a colored church in Vicks burg was the other evening conversing eixnestly with an acquaintance, and seeking to have him change into better paths, but the friend, said that he was too often tempted to permit him to be come a Christian. “War’s yer baeklxme, dat ye can’t rose np and stand temptation!” ex c aimed the geod mao. “ I was dat way myself once. Right in dis here town 1 had a chance to steal a pa’r o’ boots— mighty nice ones, toe . Nobody was dar to see me, and I reached out my hand and de debbil said take ’em. Den a good sperit whispered fur me to leave dem boots alone.” “ And didn’t you take ’em ?” No, sah—not muoii. I took a pa’r o’ cheap shoes off de shelf and left dem toots alone 1” A Noteworthy Graveyard.— A cu rious cemetery exists in Paris. Noth ing human is entered therein, yet it has its tombstones, its dead celebrities, its fpraves, sought by the multitude that re member the oeenjjants—the Toricks who have delighted ahem in life. This is the official cemetery of the Jardin des Plantes. Over seven hundred bodies of animals that have died are buried in it. The favorite elephant Ohevrette, the first giraffe ever seen in Paris, and the huge rhinoceros which died quite re cently, are all there. This rhinoceros was one of the best known of all the an imals in the Jardin des Plantes, having been in captivity marly thirty years.