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THE BEST WAY TO USE GUN COT
TON.
Who would have imagined, when guncot
ton was produced by Mr. Schonbein and the
world was threatened with destruction by be
ing blown up with this terrible explosive ma
terial, that within a few months it should be
discovered to be an excellent styptic for dress
ing cuts and wounds ? But so it is. Dissolv
ed in ether and applied to the severest cut, it
forms an adhesive covering of singular close
ness and adhesiveness, protects the wound
and excludes atmospheric air. or any irritating
matter, so that the process of healing, is car
ried on speedily and effectually; and when
all is well, the “ protection ist,” having done
its duty, is removed. So also has Dr. Simp
son of Edinburgh, we are informed, similar
ly applied chloroform and gutta-percha!—
This mixture, in a liquid condition, at about
the consistence of fine honey, is kept in a
phial or bottle, and when an accident of the
kind to which we have referred occurs, it is
simply poured upon the wound ; the chloro
form instantly evaporates, and the gutta-per
cha remains a perfectly flexible second skin,
over the injured part, preserving it for weeks
if necessary, without the need of dressing,
bandages, or any other appliance, till there
is no more occasion for this admirable agent.
When we call to mind how much human
pain will thus be alleviated, how many
cures effected where hitherto there has been
danger and uncertainty, and how a number
of surgical operations will be simplified, it
may not be considered too much to rank such
inventions among the most valuable that
could be discovered and applied for the bene
fit of mankind.
CEMENT FOR COPPER BOILERS.
A cement very useful for the purpose of se
curing the edges and rivets in copper boilers, to
mend leaks from joints, &c., It is simply
bullock's blood thickened with finely powder
ed quicklime. It must be used as soon as
mixed, as it rapidly gets hard. It is extreme
ly cheap and very durable, and is suited for
many purposes where a strong cement is re
quired. It is frequently called blood cement.
The best concrete plaster fioor that we ev
er saw, was made of lime, gravel, and bul
lock’s blood. There is no question about its
hardness and durability, while its surface by
nibbing can be made perfectly smooth and
glassy.
Newspaper Analects.
LOVE OF HOME.
Whatever strengthens our attachment is
favorable both to individual and national
< haracter. Our home—our birth—our native
land! Think for awhile what the virtues
are which arise out of the feelings connected
with these words, and if thou hast any intel
lectual eyes thou wilt then perceive the con
nexion between topography and patriotism.
Show me the man who cares no more for one
place than another, and I will show you in
the same person one who loves nothing but
himself. Beware of those who are houseless
by choice. You have no hold on a human
being whose affections are with out a tap-root.
Vagabond and rogue are convertible terms,
and with how much propriety any one may
understand who knows what are the habits
of the wandering classes, such as gipsies,
tinkers, and potters.
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
When Charles the Second chartered the
Royal Society, it is narrated of him that he
was disposed to give the philosophers a roy
al, but at the same time a wholesome lecture.
“Why is it, my lords and gentlemen,” said
he “ that if you fill a vessel with water to the
very brim, so that it will not hold a single
drop more, yet, putting a turbot into the wa
ter, it shall not overflow the vessel V’ Many
were the sage conjectures; that the flsh would
drink as much w'ater as compensated for his
own bulk—that he condensed the water to
that amount —that the air bladder had some
thing to do with the phenomenon—and a hun
dred others, which were propounded and
abandoned, in their turn, much to the amuse
ment of the merry monarch. At length Mr.
Wren (afterwards Sir Christopher) modestly
asked, “ But is your Majesty sure that such
would be the case V’ “ Ay, there,” exclaim
ed his Majesty, laughing, “ you have it: al
ways, gentlemen, And out if a thing be true,
before you proceed to account for it; then 1
shall not be ashamed of the charter I have
given you,”
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COMFORT FOR THE RICH.
The following, from an English paper, may
possibly be old—it certainly is not bad :
When the time drew nigh that the oxyhy
drogen microscope should be shown at the
Newcastle Polytechnic Exhibition, one night
last week, a poor old woman, whose riches
will never retard her ascent to heaven, took
her seat in the lecture room, to witness the
wonders that were for the first time to meet
: her sight. A piece of lace was magnified in
to a salmon net; a flea was metamorphosed
j into an elephant, other marvels were perform-
I ed before the venerable dame who sat in as
i tonishment, staring open-mouthed at the desk.
But when at length a milliner’s needle was
transformed into a poplar tree, andconfront
; ed her with its huge eye, she could hold no
I longer; “My goodness!” she exclaimed, “a
camel could get through that! There’s some
hopes for the rich yet!”
A PUZZLER,
If a Mr. Randall is blessed with one son
whom he names Ezra, and if Mr. R. upon
the death of Ezra’s mother marries the daugh
ter of Mr. Alvord, who a few years before
had lost his wife, and who, subsequently, by
a second wife, is blessed with a daughter that
is named Mary, but who lives not long to la
ment the early death of his first daughter,
Mrs. Randall, or enjoy the society of his
j companion and daughter Mary; and if after
1 his death, Mr. Randall takes for third wife
the former wife of his father-in-law; and if
his son, Ezra, chose to marry the daughter of
his father’s third wife, Miss Mary Alvord,
will any law, human or divine, be broken %
And what relation will Ezra be to his father's
wife ?
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A TRUE MAN.
Who is he ? One who will not swerve
from the path of duty to gain a mine of
wealth, or a world of honors. Pie respects
the feelings of all, the rich and the poor, the
humble and the honorable. Pie is as careful
not to speak an unkind ,or a harsh word to
his servant as to his lord. He is as attentive
to the wants of a slave as to a prince.—
Wherever you meet him, he is the same kind,
accommodating, unobtrusive, humble individ
ual. In him are embodied the elements of
pure religion. No step is taken which the
law of God condemns; no word is spoken
that pains the ear of man. Be you like him.
Then you will be prepared to live or die, to
serve God on earth or in heaven.
INTERESTING FACTS.
The ancient and celebrated city of Nineveh
was 15 miles by 9, and 40 round, with walls
100 feet high, and thick enough for three
chariots to ride abreast
The city of Babylon was 60 miles within
the walls, which were 75 feet thick, and 300
high, with 100 brazen gates.
Thebes, in Egypt, presents ruins 27 miles
round. It had 100 gates.
Carthage was 25 miles round.
Athens was 25 miles round, and contained
25.000 citizens, and 400,000 slaves.
The walls of Rome were 13 miles round.
The city was supplied with water by 13,594
pipes from the aqueducts. It also had about
900 public baths, single ones of which could
accommodate nearly 2,000 persons at once.
A SOFT ANSWER.
Adin Ballou tells the following anecdote ;
A worthy old colored woman, in the city of
New York, was one day walking along” the
street quietly smoking her pipe. A jovial
sailor, rendered a little mischievous by liquor,
came sailing down, and when opposite the
old woman, saucily pushed her aside, and
with a pass of his hand knocked the pipe out
of her mouth. He then halted to hear her
fret at his trick, and enjoy a laugh at her ex
pense. But what was his astonishment when
she meekly picked up the pieces of her brok
en pipe, without the least resentment in her
manner ; and giving him a dignified look of
mingled sorrow, kindness and pity, said, “God
forgive you, my son, as I do !” it touched a
tender chord in the heart of the rude tar. He
felt ashamed, condemned, and repentant. The
tear started in his eye; he must make repara
tion. He heartily confessed his error; and
thrusting both hands into his full pockets of
change, forced the contents upon her, exclaim
ing, “God bless you kind mother, I’ll never
do so again.”
JOY IN SORROW. v
The Rev. John Newton was one day call
ed to visit a family that had suffered the loss
of all they possesed, by fire, lie found the
pious mistress in tears.
“I give you joy, madam,” was his saluta
tion.
Surprised and ready to be offended, she ex
claimed :
“What! joy that all my property is con
sumed V
“Ob no,” he answered; “but joy that you
have so much property that no fire can touch.”
This happy allusion checked her grief—
and wiping her tears, she smiled like the sun
shining after an April shower.
“For where the treasure is, there will the
heart be also.”
A MILD ANSWER.
A young clergyman was once told by one
oi his parishioners of a story to his disadvan
tage, which was m circulation.
“Ah!” exclaimed he, “do they say so
about me ? If they knew me half as well as
I know myself they might tell things much
worse than that, and with more truth!”
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AN ORGANIC ANECDOTE.
The person who blows the bellows of the
the organ at St Luke’s Church, also attends
to the furnance for warming the building, and
having occasion, during service, to “ mind the
fires,” he left the bellows in charge of a coach
man lately imported, and “ green” as the Em
erald Isle of his nativity before the appear
ance of the potatoe rot. During his absence,
the “ Gloria in Evcelsis’ came, in the order
of the exercises to be chaunted, and Patrick
was directed to furnish the organic element.
A short time elapsed, but no music followed
the touch of the lady who presided at the in
strument. “ Blow!” whispered the fair or
ganist. “Blow!” repeated the leader, and
“Blow!” blast you blow!” echoed the entire
choir, but not a puff’ found its way into the
vacant pipes, to wake the slumbering harmo
ny. An investigation now took place, and
Patrick was found behind the organ—with
both his hands tightly clenched around the
bellows-handle, ( some five feet long and
two inches thick,) the end stuck in his mouth,
his cheeks swelled to the utmost expansion,
his eyes distended, and the perspiration stream
ing from his face—engaged in the vigorous
attempt to force his breath through the pores
of the wood into the body of the instrument.
It is, perhaps, unnecessary to say that some
little time passed before the choir were able
to screw their mouths into that serious puck
er requisite to the proper performance of the
musical exercises.— Troy Budget.
BOOTLESS EXCITEMENT.
A queer scene came of at a “ crack” hotel
in St. Louis some yearsago. Towards break
fast time there was a terrible ringing of bells
ail over the house, and an opening and shut
ting of chamber doors, &c„ which, when,
with ail due anxiety, inquired into, was found
to be occasioned by the absence of every mor
tal pair of boots that had been placed “ out
side” the night before for cleaning. There
was no mistak in the matter; the boots were
gone totally—soles and uppers, botttoms and
tops —and a pretty confusion was the conse
quence. In the midst of the row, up came
one gentleman in light pumps, whose wrath
was excessive ; the stage was to start in a
few minutes from the door—he was bound to
be off; and, worse than all, he must go with
out his boots absolutely pump it all the way
to somewheres. The clerk at the desk was
bothered and spoke to the landlord, who as
ked the guest “what he expected V 1 who in
stantly replied that he wished to pay his bill,
but that he, in return, expected the host to pay
for his boots ; whereupon the clerk was told
to deduct five dollars, being three “ less than
cost.”
The traveller recieved his receipt: his two
trunks were strapped on; he got inside; off’
went the stage, and a short time afterwards,
the servants having compared circumstances,
and correctly multiplied this by that, it was
mathematically and every otherwise demon
strated that,“them two trunks'’ contained the
boots, and that the gentleman in pumps was
the gentleman that had ” walked off” with
them.
“But,” said we to our informant, who is a
light, elegant figure of a fellow, just from “
way oft>’ “ you appear to be all right in the
leather way; how did you save your boots ?”
“Why,” said he,“ somehow, by one of
those strange accidents which will sometimes
overtake one on visits to strange places, I
happened to have gone to bed in them .
St, Louis Reveille.
THE PROFESSOR “GAMMONED,”
The “immortal class of ’40,” of B—-Uni.
versity was composed of as dry a set of f,.i”
lows as ever quilled an exercise or annoyed
a tutor. One of our professors—“ Jinfini,*
nn e called him—was a tidy little old
bachelor, whose shirt collar invariably stood
and whose neck-tie was always at the “ exact
point between murder and strangulation ”
Jimmie was a little deaf withal, but very
slow was he to own it. Occasionally, when
puzzled about Latin, we would drop our
voices too low for Jemmie’s ears. At such
times he would look up and remark—“l didn't
distinctly understand you, sir, but Tve no
doubt you’re correct,” as a kind of hint thr
we should repeat the last words. One day a
humorous chap brought in while reading h 4
exercise: “Jimmie A , you are an old
fool.” The bait took —Jimmie heard just
enough to convince him that* something wa*
wrong, so he slowly lowered his book, and
peering out through his little gold specs, said
—“ 1 didn’t distinctly understand you, sir. but
I have no doubt you are correct.”
A fruitful imagination will tell one that
that youth’s segars didn’t cost him much for
the rest of that term.
A LEGEND.
The “Lynn News,” one of the smartest
little papers down East, thus satirizes the pe
dantic hyperbole of such romancers as Lip.
pard. It is succinct, but to the point. It
opens rich—see :
“ Ki-yi! Ki-yi!
A little black dog! See him, as he stands
on the common! It is the memorable day
when the dog-law goes into operation. Would
he stand there, if he knew the decree passed
against him ? What could he see, if he could
look into the future 1
Blood!
See him now! He is mad ! No! He stops!
\et look! Going like lightning! with a
tin cup tied to his tail!
A little black dog! Keep your eye on
him!
Bang! bang! ki-yi!
Look at him! Fallen! a victim to remorse
less law!
Ah !
No more shall he frighten the people with
visions of hydrophobia.
The little black dog is dead.
Dead as herrings! Oh ho ! Ah !”
HORSE-JOCKEY AND LAWYER.
“What is your occupation
“A horse-jockey sir.”
“What was your father’s occupation?”
“Trading horses, sir.”
“ Did your lather cheat any one while
here ?”
“ I suppose he did cheat many, sir.”
“ Where do you suppose he went to J”
“ To Heaven, sir.”
“ And what do you suppose he is doing
there ?” °
“ Trading horses, sir.”
“ Has he cheated any one there ?” .
“ He cheated one there, 1 believe, sir.”
“ Why did they not prosecute him
“ Because they searched the whole king
dom of Heaven and couldn't find a lawyer!”
A POLICE REPORT.
Dick White and his wife led a deuce of a
life; from their alwaysa fighting, and scratch
ing and biting, and kicking up shindies, and
breaking the windies; and getting their fill,
ot hauls off to the mill. And last night Dicky
White, and his lady so bright, got blue, and
of course, had a beautiful fight; for with fists
and with leet. and with broomsticks so neat,
each other almost into mummies they beat
But ere they were kilt, or much blood had
been spilt, apprised by the din. a watchman
came in, and soon to that battle so grim put
a stop, by marching the combatants off to the
shop. But this morning Dicky White, and
his rib were all right, for they kissed and
made up in the magistrate’s sight, and vowed
that together no longer they’d fight. And
therefore the court gave them orders to trot.
So Dick and his rib toddled off like a shot.
FASTING EXTRAORDINARY.
A fashionable morning contemporary, on
last Monday week, made the following an
nouncement ;
“ Mrs. Bate’s breakfast is unavoidably post
poned till the 26th instant.”
An awful time to go without one’s breakfast!
We sinceriy hope poor Mrs. Bates may
not have been starved.