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A. & ff. A. MARSCHALK, Editors and Proprietors. FROM ALL SOURCES, An able correspondent of the Scien tific American states that in Europe strangers are forbidden to witness the mode and pro cesses of constructing machinery, tools, etc. :iiul suggests that we should learn from our trans-Atlantic rivals in the arts, to be equally careful against our secrets being discovered I'.'’ interested foreigners. Failing in this re >j eet hitherto, there are exhibited in some European countries, according to tiiis gentle arm, what are described as improvements upon American indentions and processes, the knowledge of which has been gained In vnitors or by skilled workmen who have i >een en\pi o y e( j in our manufactories. He S; '- VS) °g° to America to learn to manipulate processes m forking iron and wood is be c< ming part of the education of young me ehanics and engineers from the* north of Europe, and pills his case very pertinently in ihe following question: Suppose the Wal tham watch company w ere to send over some of the Clerkemvell manufacturers’ skilled men to examine (be Operations at Waltham and then furnish to those men a set of ma chines and tools like those in use at Wal tlumt; how long would the business of ex porting watches last ? Speaking of the tortli eoraing centennial,he Cautlohsbis countrvmen V ,e tllol M anc,s Europeans who are v ai * ln S? f° i% ** ram on our workshops. I he Russia ns have a very effective method of collecting taxes in Khokland. In : a-' e:t\ of rashkent there is a council com jvrM t! of natives, which is supposed to be an e ependent body. Ihe Russian comuiand ,mt, however, manipulates tbe wliole munici- l ,al 'machinery,ami all he has to do is tostate mat tne government needs such and such a ' li' am ey. Tbe council passes a resolu- P"ii written out in Russian, which they do nm understand, and arc told to put their m 'ls to it, which they do without knowing ihe contents of the paper, and then the tax ? - an!e inhabitants of Tashkent have to pay whatever sum the Russian commandant in st its iii the appropriation resolution. A large portion oi the money goes into the pockets of die Russian officials, and no tax receipts are given to the natives. About two years ago some ladies in New Aork, impressed With the necessity of adding to the accomplishments of voting ladies, establishing a cooking school, which has, alter many vicissitudes, become a re markable success. Free instruction in cook ing is given by experts, to girls who either desire to become cooks in order to make a living, or who desire to acquaint themselves r ith the uselul art, in view of marriage and housekeeping. Cooks who are deficient in a iv branches of the noble art can be sent by i heir mistresses to this school and instructed ir a small fee. The school has become so popular that the voting ladies from several h irding-schools are sen t ©Very week- to han dle the dish-cloth and otherwise prepare themselves to be housekeepers. I lie monument which certain enthu siastic Frenchmen and Americans propose erecting on Long Island sound, in commem oration of I- reach generosity during the revo ution war, is to be a copper image of the goddess of liberty, 85 feet high. In the head "f this tall deity a revolving light is to be I'iaced, to guide the weary mariner on bis uay. It would seem more in accordance with lie fitness of things that Americans alone should erect a monument memoralizing the ;dd and comfort furnished this country in the dark days; but then, if left to Americans, the monument would never be finished, if commenced. Our pigeon shooters pursue sport no longer patronized by English royalty. The prince of A\ ales and all the princes of the ny il family have withdrawn from the Bur • inghain club, and pigeon shooting is to be henceforth tabooed in the British army. .Some Aldershot officers who lately engaged m pigeon shooting matches are severely re buked. A leading officer writes to a London paper: “ Officers of the army, of all people m the world, ought not to patronize so de ii 'wd an amusement —if amusement it can >e called- —especially after the praiseworthy conduc; t . 0 f the i ie j r f 0 the throne.” A French agricultural newspaper furnishes some interesting statistics in cou nt etion with the number of wolves in France. I here are about 2,000 able-bodied animals of that species, which destroy to the amount of a bout 1,000 francs a year each. But this 2,- <XK),OOO francs in no way represents the loss occasioned by their presence. These 2,000 wolves who only devour some 80,000 sheep a Voar , oblige the farmers to keep 20,000,000 dteep in folds, and render it impossible for r inn to feed in the fields as in England. All “ us entails great expense. Crime in its most appalling shape is , (, usfantly cropping out in the great city of jhndon. What would you think of a small "">• who would open a cab-door for a lady uni then her to give him a penny or two "r the service? This crime was actually pmmittni by a small London boy recently, bio luckily he was caught in the very act, *{id on being indicted and tried for “ beg -iug,” was sentenced to one month’s impris onment in jail and sent to a reformatory for the years. Justice is a thing you can’t fool with everywhere. Judge Barrett, of New York shows his "ood sense by disregarding the plea of insanity hi tiie ease of young Standerman, v ho deliberately shot his sweetheart through •he head because siie did not reciprocate his I ' ion. Tiie insanity dodge is getting to be too common. Standerman is to be hung in December. If he had been acquitted, a pre cedent would have been established which would permit everv voting lover to shoot do wn the girl who dares refuse his affections. I Gen. W. D. Washburn, of Minne apolis, Minn., made an assignment of all his property for the benefit of his creditors a year ago, and now the assignees, after paying all debts in full, have restored to the general assets to the amount of $300,000. If a man must fail, that’s the way to do it. Hard times tire not confined to the United States. A famine in Russia is ap narently imminent this winter, arising in tiie main from the failure of the crops. The sit uation is not much better in Germany, where a general depression in {business has caused considerable suffering among the working people. The condition of the female iron workers in England has lately been shown by an inspector’s report to be distressing, 'terrible social chaos prevails in their commu nities, education, moral, physical, intellectual and spiritual life are all set at defiance. Inhabitants of the planet Mars can make the tour of the world there dry shod or in forty days if they have accomplished rapid transit. The land is not divided off in islands as with us, the amount of water being barely enough to form lakes. Unusually large quantities of provis ions are being shipped from New York to Cuba. It smacks of an active campaign this winter on the part of the Spaniards. Temperance, cleanliness and indus try! This is the hygiene of the Bi ble. A “patliy” as old as the race. A medication applicable to all climes and ibl constitutions; always safe, always efficient, and to which human sagacity, in the space of six thousand years, has not added one radically new idea. The patron’s mill, Denver, Colorado 'V. Sigley, proprietor, has com hwnoed running full force, and has inn pie accomodations for storing wheat, RUTH’S LOVE. From the Sunny South. “Cousin Ruth, why is it that you have never married?” Sadie Gordon had been telling of her own engagement, and something in the eyes of her hostess* a -ad, wistful ex pression that spoke the pain and regret of long years, prompted the question. Ruth Linton’s sweet face paled and her voice quivered as she answered : ‘'Because I could love but once. on thought hard of my refusing Dr. Leigh, but 1 had no heart.to give?” “Please forgive me ; I did not mean to wound you.” “I am not hurt. You said just now that life had been all happiness since \\ alter loved you. and a thought of what might have been saddened me. I was two years younger than you when a young law student became an inmate of our house. I loved him from the first. He was so noble, so much superior to the young men I had met in society. 1 knew something of his history. Y oung as I was, I honored the son who had supported a widowed mother. I respected the man who had educated himself and was winning golden, opinions from men of sterling worth. I might have grown to be a woman of fashion, but he roused to ac tion all the latent good in my nature. Hov; pitiful and insignificant my form er life seemed. I know the sun never more surely warmed a flower into life than hi.s influence did my better self, though I did not feel the truth then as I do now. “My eighteenth birthday, father gave me a grand ball. That night was the noonday ot my life. It can come to woman but once, that brightest of hours, when she learns the love of a true heart, God’s precious gift to the erring race, is hers. Sidney Darrel LoVeL me! That was joy enough. We were bothso young that the years we must wait be fore lie could win a name and home were but silver-fringed clouds in our summer-time of Five. “Father had always shown Sidney every possible kindness. My own brother could not have received more confidence and respect from him, and I was utterly unprepared for his refusal when we asked him to sanction our engagement, lam afraid I displayed too much of the Linton pride and tem per, for father grew very ahgry and sent me to stay With grandmother, while Sidney should remain at our house, which you know was not* long. We had one interview. Sidney Would have released me, but I would not be free. I said I Would Wait years, if need be* for my father’s consent, feel ing slire that consent was only with held because of Sidney’s poverty. “Sidney Darrel was too true to do anything clandestinely, and so we met only by chance. “Four long years of waiting, hoping and toiling. With each, my fondest dreams of his success were realized. Competence was his at last, and such laurels as he had won might have graced a king’s brow. We went to my father on iliy twenty-second birthday, confidently expecting his cordial con sent. Mine was not a patient heart, and I could hardly bear his cold, pitiless rejection of Sidney this second time, when no reason was apparent. The bitter truth came at last. For months I had received marked attention from a reputed millionaire. I had felt like a guilty creature in doing so, for I hold human hearts too sacred to be sported with, but father had left me no chance to avoid him, and I could not see where I was drifting. Father was on the eve of bankruptcy, and Gilbert Morris would save his sinking credit at the price of my hand. Don’t blame poor old father for urging me to this love- less marriage. I know he suffered in finitely more than Sidney or I. My step-mother was ill—dying, we thought, with consumption. She was reared in luxury, and it was terrible to my fa ther to think of her bearing poverty. I could not sacrifice myself, but I had some property left me by my own mother, and that sustained my father’s credit while my step-mother lived, which was only three months longer. “The morning before I gave Gilbert Morris my final answer, I received a note from Sidney, saying he would sail within an hour for Europe —that, as I was to be the wife of another, he must travel to forget the past. “I looked for him to come to me when the crash came and father died ; hut he never even wrote. Still, I be lieved he would come back, and in this belief lived and worked. “There was no time to sit and nurse my grief. My young step-sisters, Essie and Daisy, and myself must be sup ported. This dear old place of grand ma Kirks was left me; I had uncle Eben, our faithful old gardener, so I commenced market gardening for a living. I tried teaching, too; but it was so confining, I gave it up after one term. I then added a small dairy to my garden, and by close economy was enabled to live comfortably, even hap pily*” “Happily?” questioned undisciplined Sadie. “Yes ; I do think any one who cul tivates a submissive spirit, and con scientiously performs each duty, cannot fail to derive a certain degree of hap piness from such a life. This does not come all at once; there must be many sad failures before the lesson is learned. Strong to endure as I felt myself when the star of my love went down, when there was no heart to share life’s good and ill with mine, I *ank iptQ such CARTERS VILLE, GEORGIA, MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 15, 1875. darkness of soul as I shudder to recall.’ “Rid Sidney die?” “To me. Two years from the day be left, I saw his marriage in a foreign paper. That was the end. Hush, God only chastens in love. I can see the guiding hand in my whole life. Do you remember these lines in Phcebe Cary’s ‘ Woman's Conclusions?’ ‘ “I wcnlrt not. make the path I have trod More pleasant or even, more straight or wide; Nor change my. course the Breadth of a hair, This way or that way, to either side.” ’ Sadie broke the eloquent silence that fell on both in that hushed tone we in voluntarily use when speak ine of liolv things. “Mother said your life was a sacri fice, but I could not understand why. But you must be lonely now, the girls are married. What will you do when Walter comes for me ; I am almost sorry to go,” “I do not know. I have been think ing”—a terrific noise startled them. “What is it?” asked Sadie, with white lips. “An explosion, t fear ; if is just time for the evening train to come down.” Ruth’s surmise was too true; the train was almost torn in pieces; how any one escaped was a miracle. Ruth’s home was close to the disaster, and it was fast filled with the wounded. Not until every sufferer had been made as comfortable as possible, and provided with a careful nurse, did Ruth think of rest. Too weary almost to move, yet too sympathetic to sleep-, she drew an easy chair to her own bedside and pre pared to watch by the lovely young creature, who lay there white and still, as if the little white hands were folded forever. Presently the great, dark eyes open ed, and the sweetest of voices asked, “Are you at leisure now? Will you please write a note to my husband and tell him where and how I am? He will be so anxious. I should like him to come at once. “Yes, certainly, with pleasure ; what is his address?” Did Ruth hear right? Was the floor slipping under her feet, and the rush and roar of Niagara filling her ears? How sepulchral her voice sounded, when she asked again for the number of his office! All that long night, and the longer day that followed, as she kept her un tiring care of his wife, Ruth was nerv ing herself for the coining, praying for strength to meet this Sidney of long ago-. God help her; human will is too weak to control human hearts. She was standing by the window when he came, outwardly calm —only the shad owy, violet eyes and sensitive mouth telling that she was suffering. “Miss Linton, will you please come here, so Col. Darrel may see who has been so kind to me?” Ruth turned, made one step toward them, then stopped. AVas it the light of the setting sun that bathed the white face with such radiant beauty? Colonel Darrel smiled as he took both hands in his own, and listened to the low, murmured words of welcome. Out of the house, away from every body, her swift feet went. Down in the tangled orchard grass her joyful thanksgiving was poured out to Him who watches the sparrow’s fall. There was a mistake somewhere; this blonde ■ haired man was not the lover of her heart A shadow fell before her as she rose from her knees, but she did not see it. “I believe he has been true all these sad years.” “He has, Ruth —my Ruth!” “Sidney!” It was his very self stand ing there—the old light in his eyes, the old smile on his care-worn face; his hands holding her own, as in bygone days. “My darling, I never knew, until you wrote that letter to my cousin Sidney, that you were not married.” Explanations followed, interspersed with smiles and tears. We have noth ing to do with these. But Sadie was bridesmaid soon after, and now there are two Mrs. Sidney Darrels. A refreshment saloon in London has been finished inside in such a man ner as to be readily washed out with a hose. The flour is paved, the walls are majolica, and the ceiling is covered with enameled sheet iron. When it is desired to clean the room the furniture is removed, the hose is laid on, and the place is simply drenched andjflooded till clean. The ceilng is the novel feature of the room. To prepare it, large peices of sheet iron were coated with white enamel in the usual manner, and were then handsomely painted in colors. After baking to secure the colors, the sheets were affixed to the beams of the floor overhead. The joints are made to fit tight, and once in place" the enameled plates will last as long as the building stands. This style of ceiling is partially fire-proof, and saves all expence, repairs and dangers of laths and plaster. There is no pat ent on this system of ceiling, and any enameling firm may make the sheet in plain colors, clear white, or in patterns to fit any refreshment-room, bath-room, laundry, dairy, or other room where a washable ceiling is desired. A wide-awake minister, who found his congregation going to sleep before he had fairly commenced, suddenly stopped and exclaimed: “Brethren, this isn’t fair. Wait till I get along, and then if it ain’t worth listening to, go to sleep, but don’t before I corumenee — give u mim a chajice,” MOULDING THE DEAD. The Laletil Spirit uiiltftlif* l>CVrlO|tinrut— IManlor ('■wO of Uliot,-lVax lioprr*. Hions of Materialized Haild* and i’aees. From the New York Mercury. Anew marvel has been developed in our midst. The ghosts of the de parted not only talk with the friends as heretofore, and afford bright glimp ses of themselves by materialization, but they now make preservable like ness in plaster. Thus the spirits that surround us may be turned into mantle ornaments, or set up in the niches pre served in ©nr house* for less interesting statuary. So say the unbelievers, at lead; and the phenomena attending this “ new departure” in their philoso phy is greatly agitating the Spiritual ists of this city. A Mercury reporter found a medium—a Mrs. Harrison, of Boston, now staying at the New Eng land hotel—who is “ developing” in the fresh wonder. At the seance given to the reporter by this lady, the arrangements were simple but included the dark space usually required as a “laboratory” for the spirits to work in. A table was provided with a thick curtain reaching from its edges to the floor, and the floor was already covered with a car pet that seemed to preclude the use of traps. Seven persons sat with their hands on the table, the medium among the number, and the gas in the room was left burning. “ Will the spirits try to give its tllfi cast of hands and faces ? ” asked the medium. “Yes,” was spelled out alphabetically, in the usual way. A quantity of white wax had been put into a pail of boiling water, and by this time was hielted on the silrfaCe. The pail with its contents was set un der the table, the investigators were allowed to examine the inclosed space to see that it contained nothing else, and then the thick, heavy curtain was dropped and pinned carefully together. The medium said it was necessary to exclude every ray of light from the “ laboratory.” The rest of the room, however, was left illuminated hv three gas jets. Then there was singing dur ing a tedious wait of nearly an hour, enlivened only bv occasional sounds underneath the table, like raps and splashing of hands in the pail. At the end of that time there was a heavy thump, and the medium asked, “ Have you succeeded?” Three raps, meaning yes, was the immediate un awar The curtain was—rather leis urely, the reporter thought —drawn aside. On the floor lay a bunch of the wax, and in one of its sides was the deep imprint of a little hand. It was as though a quantity of the warm wax had been collected from the pail and put in a pile on the floor, and the back of a hand was pressed into the soft substance. The mould thus made was allowed to cool, and was then removed from the carpet, to which it stuck, and critically examined. It represented a baby’s chubby hand, perfect in outline and detail. A message was spelled out by raps, saying that the hand was that of a dead child of a lady present. The Mercury reporter was told by a well-known Spiritualist of a terrifying result of a seance held a few days ago. A man desired to test anew phase of investigation, and arranged a seance. The usual conditions of a dark space beneath the table and a pail of melted wax were complied with. He was a skeptic, and consequently unprepared for the dramatic result. When the signal came for the lifting of the cur tain, an entire face was found im printed in the wax. Its features, of course, could not be accurately dis cerned, as they were inverted in the mould. A cast was at once made, in plaster, and the investigator was among the most eager to investigate the image. Instantly the expression of his face changed to ghastly terror, his eyes stared, and his color blanched. The others looked, too, and saw in the base-relief the face of the investigator’s brother as it had appeared in his dy ing moments. The wasted features were distorted with anguish, the eyes were wide open, and the lips were parted. The sight was ghastly, the more so from the white color of the image. The brother was greatly agi tated, but the strange reproduction of a well-remembered face seemed to have a fascination for him, and he contin ued to gaze upon it until his friends led him away. The image was de stroyed by his friends, contrary to his request. A correspondent claims as indig enous to Chicago the decoration of wooden panels by placing successive layers of different kinds of wood to gether, and carving away the successive layers, preserving form as well as out line, and thus bringing several mate rials and colors directly under the artist’s hand. After the panel is pre pared the artist has only to draw and to carve, and is not troubled with any mechanical processes. The effects pro duced, especially when holly and ebony are used, are somewhat like camoe-work, for gradation are got, not only by the form of the carving, but by reducing the outer layers to such thinness as to show the color of the wood which is under through the outer layer. Color and gold have been added to these panels with good pictorial effect. The general treatment in such cases is very similar to cathedral glass-work. “I’m glad that this coffee don’t owe me anything.’’said Brown, a hoarder, at the breakfast table. “Why” said Smith. “Because I don’t believe it would ever settle,” THE “CRADLE TOMB.’’ Scribner’s Monthly for October has the following touching poem, by Susan Coolidge, on one of the royal tombs in \V E-tminster Abbey, j A little rudely sculptured bed, \\ ith shadowing,folds of marble lace And qtlilt of marble, pflmly spread, A nd fokled round a baby’s face. Smoothly the mimic coverlet, With royal blazonries bedight, Hangs, as by tender fingers set, And straightened for the last good-night. And traced upon file pillowing sloiie A dent is seen, as if, to bless That quiet sleep, some grieving one Had leaned and left a soft impress. It seems no more than yesterday Since the sad mother down the stair, And down the long aisle, Stole away, And left her darling treasure there. tint dust upon tiie cradih ii^s, And those who prized the baby so, And decked her couch with heavy sighs, Were turned to dust long years ago. Above the peaceful pillowed head, Three centuries brood; and strangers peep, Ami wonder at the carven head ; But not unwept the baby’s sleep. For Wistful trtothef-CJ'Os are blurred With sudden mists, as lingerers stay, And the old dusts are roused and stirred By the warm tear-drops of to-day. Soft, furtlte bshds carpss the stone And hearts, o’erieaping jilaCC find age, Melt into memories, and own, A thrill of common parentage. Men die, hut sorrow never dies! The,crowding years divide in vain, And the Wide world is knit with ties Of common brotherhood iii pdiil. Of common share in grief and loss, And heritage in the immortal bloom, Of Love, which, flowering round its cioss, Made beautiful a baby’s tomb. The Good and Evil of Novel Reading. The ideal world into which we go for relief from our daily drudgery may reflect light upon ordinary things, or may lie an enervating region of peri odical lotus-dating. Some people might think that their sympathy for Oliver Twist excused them for caring about any flesli-and-blood sufferer. Others might lie enabled to see more vividly sorrows which they had previously passed over because embodied in com monplace outsides. It is impossible to lay down any precise rules upon such questions, everybody has to learn for himself what is the discipline which best suits his own case; and the wisest general maxims are of very little ser vice. Yet without referring to indi vidual cases, there are some marks sufficiently characteristic of the school which fosters morbid tendency. Art which is to much divorced from refer ence to the actual world shows its sick liness by actual symptoms. It suffers from the blight of sentimentalism or sensationalism. When the people be gin to pet and cocker their fine feelings, and to take delight in weeping for the sake of weeping, we may he pretty sure that they are losing a proper hold upon . world ill which there is alwavs suffi cient c:mse for melancholy without creating artificial misery. When they delight in descriptions of the horrible or the nauseous, it is plain enough that such dram-drinking implies a depraved appetite, or, in other words, a harden ing of the natural emotions. When such tendencies are strongly marked, as is generally the case with declining schools, we cannot doubt that the pleas ure is of an enervating tendency. — London Saturday Review. Cultivate Kindness in Conversa tion. —There is no way which men can do good to others with so little expense and trouble as by kindness in conver sation. “Words” it is sometimes said, “cost nothing,” at any rate kind words cost no more than those which are harsh and piercing. But kind words are often more valiant than the most costly gifts, and they are often regarded among the best tokens of a desire to make others happy. We should think that kind words would be very common, they arc so cheap; but there are many who have a large assortment of other lan guages except They have many little words, and witty words, and learned* words in abundance; hut their stock of kind words is small. The churl, himself, one might suppose, would not grudge a little kindness in his language, however closely he clings to his money; hut there are persons who (liaw on their kindness with more reluctance than on their purses. Some use grating words because they are of a morose disposition. Their language, as well as their manners, show an unfeeling heart. Others use rough words out of affectation of frank ness. They may he severe in their re marks, but they claim that they are open and independent, and will not be trammeled. They are not flatterers, they say, and this they think enough excuse for all the cutting speech they employ. Others wish to be thought witty, and they will with equal indiffer ence wound the feelings of friend or foe, to show their smartness. Some are envious, and cannot bear to speak kind ly to others, or of them, because they do not wish to add to their happiness. Others are so ill bred that they seem to take delight in using unkind words, when their intentions are good and their feelings warm. Their words are rougher than their hearts ; they make a sacrifice of ease and property, to pro mote comfort, while they will not deign to employ the words of courtesy and kindness. Of these the Scotch have an impressive proverb that “ their bark is worse than their bite.” An eminent Englishman of science reports, after careful investigation, that the physical stamina of the child dren employed in factories is steadily deteriorating. This is attributed less to the hard labor these poor little crea tures have to undergo than to the wretched habits of the factory opera tives. Too early marriages, slovenli ness, intemperance, want of proper open air ex rcise, and the excessive use of tobacco, are noted, as main causes of the deterioration. Whatever the pauses, the fact is an alarming one. It is a serious question whether child ren should lie allowed to engage in ex hausting factory labor at all —whether the devotion to this hard work from an early period L not in itself a prominent cause of the bad habits observed. But, if children are to be so employed, there is no doubt that their hours of labor should be limited, and a further duty is east on the mill owners. This is, to so look after the habits of their operatives that the children may have a chance of entering upon their cheerless life with tolerable good constitutions. In Ger many parents are not allowed to derive any income from the labor of their children until they have had a thoroughly goop schooling, and have grown well-nigh to manhood and wo manhood; the eonsequence is, that Ger many contains both the healthiest and most efficient race of laboring young men and women in the world. * The English law is as yet notoriously defici ent in protecting the health and con dition of the children of the manufact uring districts ; and "unless more vig orous reforms are made, the prospect is that factory labor will become more weak and more scares, while the bill for parish releif will become a heavy burden to the taxpayers and a dis couragement to the philanthropist. Robert Lawson, M. 8., pathologist to the West Riding Lunatic Asylum, contributes to the Lancet paper on brains and intellect, which, in addition to the many interesting facts presented, contains an ingenious defense of the universal insanity theory. We con dense from the communication as fol lows : As opposed to the popular idea that the weight of the brain hears a direct relation to the intellectual capa city of the individual, we learn that, though Cuvier, Abercrombie, Simpson, and others, were found to have.possessed cerrebral centres of considerably more than the average weight, yet even these did not attain to the known maximum. The sixty-four-ouncebrain of Cuvier is, in some respects balanced by the sixty-five-ounce brain observed by Tiedemann, and the sixty-one and sixty-two ounce brains commented on by Dr. Peacock, the living representa tives of which did not seem to possess a corresponding superiority over their smaller-brained contemporaries. It furthermore appears that, if all the elements of the case were considered, the heaviest brain on record would be found to be that of a senile dement men at uie > esi/ mjmm the age of seventy, and which then weighed sixty-one ounces. Additional evidence in support of these views is cited from the official records of this same institution. It appears that a compilation of the brain-weights of seven hundred and five patients who died at this asylum shows that the average weight of brains in the insane was little, if any, below the commonly accepted average of forty-nine ounces in sane males, and forty-four ounces in adult females. There are numerous instances in the records of the West Riding and other lunatic asylums, in which male brains are noted as weigh ing from fifty-eight to sixty-one ounces, and those of females from fifty to fifly-six ounces. In further illustration and enforcement of his claim, the writer gives the following table, in which the brain-weights of six men, who have earned fame in science, philosophy, or politics, are directly com pared and contrasted with those of men whose lives have been mute and inglorious: Dr. Chalmers, 53 oz. Lunatic, 58 oz Daniel \V ebster, 53 o “ “ 58 ‘S Jit - .1.D. Simpson,s4 “ “ 58 5“ Goodsir, 57.5 “ “ 55.5 “ Abercrombie, 63 “ “ 60.5“ Cavier, 64 “ 61.*“ From this table it appears that, while the brains of Abercrombie and Cuvier exceed in weight any others recorded in the second column, yet the average of the six wise men falls below that of the six fools. — Appleton’s Journal. That some of the great caves’of Ken tucky were temporarily at least, used as places of human habitation, is con clusively shown by Prof. Putnam’s exploration of Salt Cave. This cave, says Prof. Putnam, approaches the Mammoth Cave in the size of its avenues and chambers. Throughout one of the principal avenues, for several miles, were to be traced the ancient fireplace both for hearths and lights. Bundles of fagots were found in several places in the cave. But the most important discovery was made in a small chamber, about three miles from the entrance. On the dry soil of the floor were imprints of the sandaled feet of the former race who had inhabited the cave, while a large number of cast-off’ sandals w'ere found, neatly made of finely braided and twisted rushes. One million bushels of peanuts were eaten in the Uuited States last year —cracked in the opera house aid lec ture room, in the railway trains and the street, and especially on circus days. No mention is made of the number of million bushels which an innocent public buy as a substitute for ground coffee. To Dry Pumpkins. —Cut the pump kins through laterally, clean the in side; then continue to cut in the direc tion as before, rings about half an inch thick. Cut off the rind and hang the rings on a pole in the snnor warm room to dry. When dried it w ill keep a year. It is to be boiled in plenty of water'umil tender; then skimmed out and prepared for pies the same as un driea pumkins, VOL. 16-NO. 47. PARAGRAPHS OF THE PERIOD. It is said that there are in existence one hoof of each of Napoleon’s two favorite chargers. They have been polished and handsomely mounted as snuff-boxes. One, in the possession of the Household Brigade, London, bears on its gold lid this inscription : “Hoof of Marengo, rare charger of Napoleon, ridden by him at Marengo, Austerlitz, Zena, Wagram, in the cam paign of Russia, and lastly at Water loo.” On the inside of the lid is in scribed; “Presented April 8, by 11. W. Argenstein, captain Grenadier Guards and lieut. colonel, to his brother officers of the Househad Brig ade ” Around the margin of the shoe is the following: “Marengo was wounded in the near hip at Waterloo, when his great master was on him, in the hollew road, in advance of the French position. He had been fre quently wounded before in other bat tles.’’ The fother hoof is in the pos session of a r Miss Dougla. On the cover of this box is written, “ This is the hoof of Nojxdeon’s horse, which was killed under him during the Egyp tian campaign of 1798—From Cap tain W. Sleigh, late 100th.” —Spirit of the limes. Home presents a noble field for the exercise of our graces. We should be ambitious of shining there if we cannot shine anywhere else. The inmates of our houses have the strongest claim upon our capacity for contributing to the happiness of others. And these claims, grounded on natural affection, are made the more potent by considerations that affect our selves. By making homes pleasant we administer largely to our own haj>- piness; for what delights are compara ble to those enjoyed in the bosom of one’s own family? A rich and eccentric Belgian wrote lately to his relatives to come and see a coat he had ordered. They, imagin ing the invitation meant a breakfast, went, and were astonished to see a series of coffins, which the original was trying one after the other, he having caused them to be made by a number of differ ent joiners. At last he found one which suited him, laid down in it, took some poison, and expired suddenly. A countryman visiting a theatre, on looking carefully at his play-bill after the conclusion of the first act, read that nannt.bs olaDsed before the com mencement of the second. Ho at once went to tne mwv ; *—*- j “Beg pardon sir, but I must ask vou to return my money. I’m obliged to get back home to-morrow, so you see I can’t manage to stop for your second act.” Funerals in England have become so outrageously expensive that a “ Re formed Funeral Company” has l>een formed, which intends to conduct burials at lower cost and with less mummery. The undertaker and his assistants* will wear plain clothes, and the range of prices is from Bld to $270. Indian corn in north Germany often assumes a place among the household plants. It is regarded there as tropi cal. In our country it becomes tropi cal only under the name of Bourbon, and then it warms a man up so that he feels as if he were under the tropic of Capricorn. It was a good thing for her that she opened her eve. She was in a coffin, ready for burial, in Bradford, Mass., having been for two days in a state resembling death. A relative was as tonished to see the supposed corpse open an eye, and then she was revived and is likely to recover. When Tomasto Salvini came to America, rumor had it that his proper name was Thomas Sullivan. Tom Carl, the tenor, it is insinuated, is likewise a Hibernian, whose rightful cognomen is Thomas Carroll. Ihe latest development, so says a facetious contemporary, is that Signor Carlo Rossi is Charly Ross in disguise. At the recent meeting’ of the na tional executive committee, at Louis vide, the object of English co-opera tion was discussed, and also the pro ject of a national centennial encamp ment. The fruits of the discussion have not yet transpired. A mammoth steer owned bv George Miller, a farmer on Lost river, near Klamath lake, Oregon, has arrived at Salem, and will he sent to the centen nial. It stands 19, hands, or 6 feet 4 inches high, measures 19 feet from tip to tip, and weighs 5,000 pounds. There is no other one wav by which friendship may be so quickly broken or so thoroughly and completely crushed out of existence as by coldness of man ner ; hard words are no competitors at all, for they are often satisfactorily ex plained. If you would rise as far as possible above the brute creation cultivate your thinking, reasoning faculties, for it is thinking and reasoning that make the difference, not only between man and brute, but also between man and man. An ignoramus had been sick, and on recovering, was told by the doc tor to take a little animal food. “No sir,” said he. “I took your gruel easy enough, but hang it if I can eat your hay and oats.” The word love in the Indian tongue is “ schem-lend - - amour! -- eh wager.’ How nicely it sounds, whispered softly in a lady’s ear—“l scheiuieudamourt ehwageryou.”