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liY HUHAN OOOMDGK.
■j’lio boat cast loose her moorings ;
“ Good-bye,” was all we said,
“ Good-bye, Old World,” we said with a smile,
And none looked back an wo sped—
A whining wake of foam behind—
To the iieart of tho sunset rod.
Heavily drove our plunging kool
Toe warring waves betweop,
Heavily ► trove we night and day
Against the West Wind keen,
Pent, lily a foe, to bar our path—
A foe with an awful mi n.
Never a token mot our eyes
From flit) dear land far away;
No storm-swept bird, no dr fting branch
To toll us where we lay,
Wi arily searched we, hour by hour,
Through the mist and driving spray.
Till, all in a Hashing moment,
foe foif-veils rent and flew,
And r. blitbo-omo Month Wind caught tho sails
And whistled the enr ’age through,
And the stars swung low their silver lamps
In a dome of airy bine.
Ami, breathed from unseen distances,
An w and joyous air
C.ircssi and our rouses suddenly
With a rapture fresh and rare.
“ It is tho breath of home!” we cried;
“ We foel that we are there.”
O, Land, 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 .ho water high.
Long may thy rosy smile be bright,
Above the ocean dim;
The young, undaunted voice be heard
Galling the whole world kin ;
And ever be thy arms held out
To take the storm-tossed in !
A SPELLING MATCH.
The fire-light fantastic shadows
io old Farmer Dobson’s kitchen; it
dickered up arid down on the huge
brown rafters, and on the great dresser
where the quaint willow-ware dishes
were arranged, and where Mrs. Dob
uon’s wonderful wealth of tin-ware was
arrayed in shining ranks. A great far
ornered, shad w-haunted kitchen of
the old-fashioned typo, with a fire-place
of tho old-fashioned type, one of the
generous, provident, open-hearted kind
tli.it is passing away with the woods
it helped to devour.
Wo have more economical arrango
roeuts coming in fashion, even in the
old country-houses, now, but there are
none so full of evening witchery, so
caro-beguiling and heartsome, as the
old wood tire.
What elfish pranks it played that
night! How it reddened old Farmer
Hobson’s smoking-cap, and shown on
liin good wife’s spectacles, and tiuted
dob’s high clicok-bouos and sleek, black
hair, as he sat in tho oil’corner bending
obtusely over his book, utterly absorbed,
as a man might bo who had so little
I ime to explore the mysteries of Web
star, and who was to take part in the
spelling match to-night,
dob was Farmer Dobson’s farm hand
a tall, strong, patient fellow, who had
keen so quietly tho butt of us all this
winter that we had got to using him
like a big mastifi', who might be danger
ous, but under ordinary circumstances
could be safely teased and tormented to
tho top of our bent. A mist gathered
m my eyes as I looked across the great
kitchen to wlioro lie 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 1 pitied Job.
Yes, I pitied him ; but yet, neverthe
less, as I saw him stooping so pro
l undly by the light, of that witching
tire, heedless of the shadow' and shine
,f Hie room, an imp of mischief—per
lifips one of the pranksomo elves ges
ticulating in tho chimney-corner—got
no?session of me. I arose softly, and
gliding over to where he sat, sprinkled
the absorbed student with a showei of
can de-Cologne, and putting tho vial
quickly in my pocket, walked demurely
hack to my seat. The start Job gave,
and the flush on his face as he returned
to his book, tYgi e comical. That Co
logne was Ahi jali Plummer’s present,
and l shouldn’t have wasted it, perhaps,
and perhaps Job didn’t like Cologne.
He shut the book presently, and sat
"ith his shoulders stooped and his
head drooping, looking into the fire.
Well, as I have said, we were to have
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
°f gold-and-blue poets, six dainty little
volumes that stood gleaming in the fire
|; ght ou the round table, in the plaoe of
honor along with the great gilt-edge
family Bible. b
The young people dropped in one by
one, shaking off the snow as they came
oi. for there had been a light snow-fall
that evening, which made us all the
merrier, By-and-by tho great kitchen
'vas filled up, the ca.dles were lit,
l armer Dobson laid aside his pipe, the
school-master straightened his neck-tic,
mid grabbed the big Webster before
lorn, and we all became properly im
pressed with the importance of the occa
sion, though there was a general nndg
mg of elbows and a sly grimace as big,
s hy Job joined the class. But Job was
osed to our merry-making, and took no
notice of it.
Hound and round went the spelling—
■"g words and little words, words with
reacherous c’s and ’s lying in wait in
unexpect and plaees, and words without
words with odd /i’s, and all the
1 rceitful dictionary dreadfulness that
os in wait to trip up tho unwary. And
mie after another our champions were
I' pel led down, and Job actually stood bis
around against half a dozen well-
fellows. All his face was kin
* ed with eagerness, and the dull and
plodding look habitual to him had dis
appeared. The spelling was waking him
!'• Hut there sat Abijah Plummer,
io didn’t join in the match—Abijah
mummer, the well-to do beau of the
mge, who had no need, mayhap, of
.^ok- learning. There he sat and
mg bed at Job’s excitement. T saw an
uoe.isy iight in Job's eyes, as if he were
oeing severely tried. The spelling
_ua.< t was kindling hi:-a to the cartre,
i teemed,
, A 'y more words were yet on the
aiJU there lay the beautiful books
Uiinng and shining on us.
beautiful! ’ gave out the school
ma ter ; and Abijah laughed as Job got
Pto spell it. Job looked at Abijah,
‘ ‘ kugan, “B-e-u—” and there was a
i urn. i scream of laughter.
f it!” said Job between liis
t ii A van a fellow do with a
l,ko that;grinning him?” TUc
Two Dollars Per Annum,
VOLUME 111.
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 aud spelled the word
wtili 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
oould 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 me home, and I
only nodded to Job as he stood at the
gate with nis lantern to show us the
path. One after another the merry
party disappeared down the snowy road
and the winding lanes. Abijah and I
were the last.
“I’ll see you down to the creek,” said
Job, humbly; ‘it’s a rough road to
night.” And without another word he
stalked on ahead, his lantern gleaming
after him.
We did not say much either, Abijah
and I, for we were floundering 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 day or two before on my visit
to Farmer Dobson’s, ran below, gray
and far, an unfamiliar stream, with
downy, treacherous banks shutting it.
in—a straDge white fantasy. Over it
two stout planks, crossing a few inches
apart, served as a bridge. They were
rounded aud 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 bo home to-night,”
said I, eluding Abijail’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 he sud, 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 I 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
roused every faculty, and, trembling,
conscious, struggling for life, I found
myself clinging to the slippery edge of
the other plank, with Job holding me
fast by my raiment, as 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 other
side.
I believe I laughed 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 lire 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-niglit.” I did not laugh now. I was
full of a straugo 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 you 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 prise at the
spelling match.”
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 during the
fall. Farmers are very gloomy. For
three weeks, now, no rain has fallen,
and the heat has been more intense than
anv summer since the war.
We are told on good authority of ODe
ono hundred acre held near Snorter’s
depot on the line of the western rail
road, in Alabama, which was planted in
cotton between April Ist and Gth. The
drought has been so bad that not a seed
lias come up.
In every quarter in Georgia and Ala
bama planters are supplicating for rain.
very little must haye fallen around
Columbus last afternoon, but hardly
enough to wet the top of the ground.—'
CQlufnfma (*<*■, JEnqvirer,
EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 1875.
A Blfcr SHOW OK PLANETS.
Jupiter, Mare, Saturn and Venue All in Sight —
Their Joint Appearance “For This Engage
ment Only ”
Not often do the starry heavens show
us four strongly-shining, bright planets
in one night, but this has been for some
time past the position of Jupiter, Mars,
Saturn and Venus. First comes into
view that giant planet—that vast orb,
whose diameter is eleven times and his
volume about 1,300 times that of our
own globe—Jupiter, the planet of the
mighty cloud envelopes, whose contin
ued overshadowing of the planet himself
has led astronomers to doubt if tele
scopic vision 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
in the 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,
scarcely 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. Ho rises
red away in the southern part of the
western horizon soon after dusk, and by
9 o’clock is a conspicuous object, well
up in the southern heavens, and easily
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 gereral laws
and features are something akin to those
of our 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 such oceans as the Atlantic
and Pacific, but strange, bottle-shaped
eeas, of no great extent compared with
sarth’s greatest. Whether they are over
frozen or not nobody on earth yet
knows; but it tis 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 he be
not already entering, tho cold and life
less condition of such bodies as our
moon, whose eternal heat is exhausted.
Later, rising wan and far, a pale but
luminous ghost of a planet in the east
ern sky, 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 ; and the prob
abilities seem to favor the conclusion
that Saturn is still 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
ency 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 mere
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 moruiDg. 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 iu height to the highest of our
own world.
IVhat They l>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
such 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, wlmt airs that woman puts ois.
I would like to have asked her when
Hhe‘s going to bring back pan of
In God IKe Trust.
flour.” And Emmeline tittered mali
ciously.
“She’s shining around old McMas
ters, they say.” mentioned Amelia.
“Old McMasters!” ejaculated Mrs.
Coonton. “ Why, he is old enough to
be her 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 Bvxby?” inquired Amelia.
“That’s so!” chimed in Sarah, with
spirit, “who was he?”
“ What gentleman?” asked Mrs.
Coonton.
“ Why I don’t know who it was,” ex
plameu Emmeline. ....£
“They came in during th*. pr, ( <r.
He was a tall fellow, with lighi\liair and
chin whiskers.” y % >
“It couldn’t have been her con
John, from Brooklyn,” suggested M;s.
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 clot to
him,” said Amelia, “but she needn’t be
seared. No one will take him unices
they are pretty hard pushed. He looks
as soft as a squash. Did von see Ltm
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.
“ She’s made efforts enough to got
someone, goodness knows.”
“I should say she had,” coincided
Emmeline. “She’s got on one of them
Victoria hats, I see. If I had a drunken
father, I’d keep in doors, I think, and
not be parading myself in public.”
Just then there was a movement on
the lounge, and the ladies began to
take off their things.
“ Hello, folks,” said Mr. Coonton,
rising up, and rubbing his eyes. “Is
church out ?”
“Yes,” *aid Mrs. Coonton, with, a
yawn, which communicated itself to her
daughter.
“Did you have a good sermon ?”
“ Pret-ty 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. “H< is always
slurring church people.”
Pa sloped to bed— Danbury News.
American Liveliness in Hie Surf.
f -
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
oostume. 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
Branoh 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 demur 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 color and cut; its fit
must be as perfect, its frailness as un
doubted as any dress that madam wears.
Some of these costumes are really
charming, and when donned enhance the
beauty or elegance of their wearers
quite as much as any other. A delicate
rose flannel, with knife-plotting of white,
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
neur—one accessory is absolutely indis
pensable. 1 mean the long flanuel 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.
Sorqetimes the beach is literally strewn
with these cloaks. Each claims her
owd, aud I never heard of a misappro
priation. To dispense with these cloaks
—warm and dry after leaving the sea—
and to run 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
made of dark flannel, and no effort at
coquetry is attempted.”
How He Resisted Temptation. —A
member of a colored chnroh in Vicks
burg was the other evening conversing
earnestly 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 backbone, dat ye cant
rose up and stand temptation!” ex
claimed the geod man. “ I was dat wav
myself once. Right in dis here tows I
had a chance to steal a pa’r o’ boots
mighty nice ones, too. Nobody was dar
to see me, and I reached out my hand
and de debbil said take ’em. Den a
eood sperit whispered far me to leave
dem boots alone.”
“ And didn’t yon take ’em ?”
No, eah—not much. I took a pa’r o’
cheap shoes off de shelf and left dem
bent* a] one 1”
KILLED FROM A. CLEAR SKY.
An Extraordinary Death from Lightning in loir a.
Sioux City (la.) Journal.
While the thunder storm of yesterday
afternoon was raging at a distanoe of ap
parently a eouple 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 black smith of this plaoe.
At about 5 o’clock in the afternoon, at
which time not a clond 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 offic9 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 you had been struck.
I was quite frightened on account of
you.” He evidently bad 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 approach,
another vivid flash of lightning dazzled
the eyes of all, aud 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 tho house that a full ap
preciation was had of the terrible death
which nature had inflicted upon him.
An examiration 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 had 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 fluid had ruu 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
presence 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
have betn shredded, and when first
discovered was on fire, while the silver
watch he carried had been driven into
the ground, and when lifted up, it was
found that the works had been fnsed
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 painfal beyond
power of words to describe, and those
who had been led to the spot through
curiosity oould not remain. The affair
has created the profonndest sensation
in the town, where the deceased was
bath 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 his great invention of 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 t*st of utility for hauling
trains of loaded cars on a railway, ana
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,
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 lias 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 bail 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 wasfound
a clean cut hole through the three inch
plank and the. thick plate of iron be
hind it. As there was no report from
the gun bystanders did not bJieve the
ball had left it. Wh°n 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 shoot at a rapid rate
all day and use nothing but balls and
air in the operation, except the little
water and vapor in a globe no larger
than an orange !
Several gen lemen breathed into the
globe through the rubber tube and fired
the gnn 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 tr?dn
of cars 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 cf
an experiment. The metal globe in
which rhe vapor was generated held a
bucket of water, and air was forced into
u by bellows worked by a
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The little engine had hardly weight
enough on the track to start the train,
which consisted of two passenger cars
and a baggage car, 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 as a looomotive. By
the end of the first mile the speed had
increased to such an extent as almost to
take the breath out of those that were
facing the cool morning lake breeze.
The 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 until a stop
was made at the Sea Breeze, where an
elegant breakfast had been prepared
for the occasion.
Our readers will accept the fact as not
very important at this distance, that the
post-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.
In view of these marvelous develop
ments, we may well inquire whether
steam, coal and fire will not lose their
value as motors in travel,transportation,
manufactures, aud 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
value 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 machine 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 product. 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 oommon. 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 be content to travel
600 miles in ten hours, for a cent a
mile, drawn by the Hoctor motor.
The 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 smong civilized nations here has
it devotees, and even the “heathen
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 is beyond
description. A few years ago a man
named Green, who styled himself “ the
reformed gambler,” delivered lectures
on the frauds which marked every form
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 w T as 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 Dever 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 becanse 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 secrets
concerning the failures of eminent mer
chants and brokers, and the defalcation
of distinguished officials which was sim
ply dne to nights spent in his company.
—New York Letter.
The Cause. —A citizen who was driv
ing along the Jacfcson road the other
day saw a man up a tre > 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 :
*• I’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 :
“ Polhemns, I can’t climb, and you
know it, but if you’ll drop down here
fox two minutes I’ll give you a quit
claim deed of the farm 1” Vicksburg
Herald.
Incendiarism in Canada is so preva
lent that the insurance company have
ceased insuring p. operty.
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SAYINGS AND DOINGS.
Canadian Boat Song.—
Faintly, as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune, and onr oars keep time;
Soon as the woods on shore look dim.
We’ll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids aro near and the daylight’s past.
Why should we vet onr sails unfurl ?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl!
But, when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh! sweetly we’ll rest on our weary oar.
Blow, breezes blow, the stream runs fast.
The rapids are near and the daylight’s past!
Utawa’s tide! this trembling moon,
Shall see us float over thy surges soon ;
Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayers,
Oh ! grant us cool heavens and favoring airs.
Blow, breezes, blow, the Btream runs fast.
The rapids are near aud the daylight's past.
Most people are like eggs. Too full
of themselves to hold anything elso.
It is not right, but the man with the
least mind has the greatest trouble in
making it up.
A man said his son had a well-stored
mind, but the neighbors never could
find where he stored it.
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.
The trustees of St. Andrew’s Church,
at Hamilton. Ontario, have been em
powered bv 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, lie 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 took Irishman who was on his
death bed, and who did not seem quite
reconciled to the 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.
“ Whv, 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 this
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, aud authorities differ.
The 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, liie
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, thougn the
darkies do not like to bo told so.
She stepped into the car radiant with
youth, and looking cool and bright in
her flower trimmed hat and speckless
suit of linen. Four young men im
mediately offered their seats j sho ac
cepted one with an entrancing smile and
instantly gave it to a poor, wan, little
old woman who had been standing for
ten blocks. Whereupon the young men
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 tnrn 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 dryiDg up,
and serving as a kind of 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 ns Borne
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 itself 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
month, 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 madei to know that the soul goes out
through the top of the head in tne man
ner specified by the Cairo processor, in
stead of through an aperture, the knowl
edge would afford much consolation to
such of them as might be under sentence
to the gallows.
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
graves, sought by the multitude that re
member the occupants —the horicks
who have delighted them 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 Chevrette, 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
in captivity nearly thirty years,
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