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TOPICS OP THE DAY. The population of Europe has in creased in a century from 145,000,000 to 350,000,000. Englishmen have mul tiplied fivefold,-the Russians fourfold, and the Germans less than threefold while Frenchmen and Spaniards have added only about 50 per cent, England with a population of 25,000,- 000, sends 5000 students to her two universities; Scotland, with 4,000,000, has 6500 university students; Germa ny, with 48,000,000, sends ■. 23,500 to her numerous uoi-versities; and;New England, of 4,100,- 000, has 4000 students in her eighteen universities Prof; a recent depture, declared that Pasteur's researches into nature of hydrophobia had proved <a wonderful expansion of the discov eries-of Jenner, and showed that ex periments with animals had been turned to very profitable account. He declared that never in the history of medicine had a brighter day dawned than the present, and urged that the experiments on living animals be not fettered by legislation. The ginseng plant, which is practi cally held to be worthless in this coun try, for medicinal or other uses, is probably of more economic importance than any of the “roots and herbs” of field or'forest that are recognized as medicinal; One pound of the root commands more money than a bushe of potatoes, and at certain times and places more than a half-dozen bushels. The exports of the root during the past ten years have exceeded six mil lion of dollars in value. Nearly all has gone to China, where an extraor dinary idea of its medicinal value is entertained. The Chinese use it as a sort of universal panacea, but especi ally as a tonic in cases of debility. The wealthy, who can afford it, use it as a tea, and empley the most orna mental and expensive urns for prepar ing it, while tliti, lower classes are happy in the opportunity of chewing the root, It is held that the moisture injures its healing properties, and the root is therefore carefully protected from all dampness. Andrew J. Spencer, a Brooklyn lawyer, has been retained as attorney for the claimants of the Churchill es tate in England and Newfoundland, valued at 140,000,000. The claimants reside in Brooklyn, New York, and Boston. Nicholas Churchill, who was engaged in the seal and cod fisheries in Newfoundland a century ago, was the founder of the immense fortune, which was divided between his daughter Elizabeth and his son Nich olas. Miss Churchill died in 1876, aired 101 years, the entire estate then being in her possession, her brother Nicholas having died without issue. By the terms of his father’s will, the estate was to fall to his daughter’s issue, and as she had none, no dis position was made of the large property. The present claimants as sert that they are the nearest surviving kin of Elizabeth. They are Mrs. Mary Seymour of New York, and her brother. Samuel llarvon; Mrs. Welsh of Brooklyn, and her brother David Boran and Mrs. Thomas J. Mulby of Boston. The latter is at present in England. Chasing the Pipe-Line Scraper. One of the many odd callings which the production and pipe-line transpor tation of petroleum have made neces sary, is one known as “chasing the scraper,” says an Olean (N. Y.) letter to the New York »S'un. Crude pe troleum is run from the oil regions to the refineries at the seaboard, a dis tance of 300 miles, in iron pipes. It is forced over the high hills that in tervene by powerful pumps. Much of the way it runs by its own gravity. These pipes are constantly becoming clogged by sediment and paraffine. To clean them out an iron stem, two feet and a half long, to which are at tached circular steel scrapers, fitting loosely in the pipes, is placed in the pipe at regular periods. This is forced along the line by the pressure of the oil behind it. It is necessary to keep track of this scraper, in order that its exact location may be constantly known, so that if it is stopped by any obstacle it may be readily discovered and the obstacle removed. The noise made by the scraper against the iron pipes as it moves along their interior would not be heard by an untrained ear, but cartsin employes of the Pipe Line Company are able to follow it on its journey by the noise, and never lose its situation. These men are the scraper chasers. They are stationed in relays three or four miles apart along the line. One chaser will follow up and down mountains, across ravines, and through streams and swarnps un til he reaches the end of his section, when another man takes up the chase and follows it until his relief is reached, and so on until the course of the scraper is run. The work is one of hardship and danger, owing to the character of the country through which miles of pipe line is laid. If a chaser by any mishap is thrown off the track of the scraper and it be comes clogged before he can recover its position in the pipe, the cutting of of the pipe for long distances is fre quently made necessary, that the mis sing object may be found—a work that is accompanied by much expense and labor. Summerville CL njctt VOL. XII. SUMMERVILLE. GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING. OCTOBER 7. 1885. NO. 38. EMMONS McKEE & CO., 87 BROAD STREET RONZEE, G-A.., Are Acknowledged Headquarters in North Georgia For CLOTHING, FURNISHING GOODS, HATS AND MEN S FINE SHOES. yg*" I VA? E nvo ma, ' e extensive preparations for a rousing business during the coming season, and we have taken every precaution to fortify ourselves against disap- ] spffl J V V pointment. Our new stock is all thatcould be desired in style, quality and price, and, if extra inducements are a consideration, our store will be the most > | attractive place in this country for those who want the best for the least money. ) FALL TItADEISWHAT WE WANT! And no stone has been left Unturned, no opportunity has been Neglected, no pains and expense has been Spared to Secure Tl)e \lost ®ttfhctive Stodk of ip i\oipe ! REMEMBER: Wo sell only goods worn by the MALE SEX—Clothing, Furnishing Goods, Hats, and Men’s Fine Shoes—we can fit you out from head to feet, and hope every readerof this paper will give us a call. We are always glad to show goods, and think our attractive display cannot fail to please you. EMMONS McKEE $< CO., Men’s and Boys’ Outfitters, 87 HHOAD STKEET, ROME, GA. THERE NEVER WAS. There never was an earthly dream Os beauty and delight That mingled not too soon with clouds, As sunrays with the night; That faded not from that fond heart Where once it loved to stay, And left that heart more desolate For having felt its sway. There never was a glad, bright eye, But it was dimmed with tears, Caused by such griefs as ever dull The sunshine of our years. We look upon the sweetest flower, ’Tin withered soon and gone; We gaze upon a star, to find But darkness where it shone. There never was a noble heart.— A mind of worth and power— That had not, in this sinful world, Some sorrow for its dower. The laurel on the brow hath hid, From many a careless eye, The secret of the soul within, Its font of agony. There never was a restful soul Unmoved by grief or pain, Or sweetest hour of earthly bliss Free from sad sorrow’s stain. We mark the dewdrop on the grass, In flush of early day, Yet soon the see thing sunrays come And drink them all away. We view the mountains steefie l in light At the first blush of day; Behold how changed they are at night, How dull and dense and gray, So with the birds in tuneful spring; How sweet their songs in May! Nor thought they have, nor care they take For blasts of Winter’s sway. There never was a bubbling fount, An ever flowing spring, Whose waters to the fevered lips I nfailing we could bring. All changes on Time’s sinful shore, < >r hides from mortal sight; Oh, for that world where joy and peaca Reign endless as the night! —Luther (1. Biggs, in Boston Folio. UNCLE PHILO. “From Uncle Philo!” said Jenny San ford, in a tone of consternation, staring at the signature of the letter she held. “By .love!” her brother Tom ejacu lated, and emitted a long whistle, ex pressive of deep astonishment. “What's up!” said .John Barry, from the doorway. John was not one of the household, but being engaged to Jenny, he was nearly always on hand. “He’s coming!” said Jenny, sinking into a chair despairingly. “Oh, by Jove!” said Tom again, with a horrified intonation. “You don't seem fond of him!” John observed. “Fond of him?” Jenny repeated. “We detest him! Haven’t we ever told you about him? He's the bane of our lives. You know when grandfather died, he left most of his property to father -this house among the rest. To Uncle Philo (he lives away off in Dalton; Tom and I have never seen him)—to Uncle Philo, who is worth, nobody knows how much—father says he is the richest man in the county —he left only a thousand dollars, just a me mento. Os course he was right; Uncle Philo didn't need the money, and father did. But Uncle Philo wasn’t satisfied.” Jenny's blue eyes burned with indigna tion. “He wouldn’t touch the thous and dollars; he wouldn't even come to poor grandfather's funeral; he declared he was going to contest the will. Why he didn't was a mystery to us. Father says he is a dreadfully determined man. But this explains it.” Jenny turned to the letter with quivering lips. “He’s simply been taking his time about it, and settling his affairs so he can leave them safely; and now he’s coming out here —he states it boldly—to look at the place, and see whether it will be worth his while to contest the will. He’s a wretch 1” Jenny’s feelings overpowered her. She pulled a dainty handkerchief from her pocket and sobbed into it—Tom and her fiancee looking on compassionately. She was not given to such outbursts she, who had been a dignified little wo man ever since she was fourteen, tilling her dead mother’s place with absolute perfection. “I’m glad poor father’s away,” she said at last, raising her blonde head. “He'd be dreadfully worried.” “It’s a plagued shame!” said John, energetically—restraining a desire to use a stronger adjective. “I’ll thrash him within an inch of his life if he comes here!” Tom declared. “No; wait,” he added, with something of a grin—“l'll introduce him to Mr. I Dobbin. That will settle him!” “Mr. Dobbin?” said Jenny. “He’s a man that’s selling lightning i rods in town,” Tom explained. “He I button-holed me yesterday, and got an | order out of me before 1 knew it. He’s got the longest tongue of any man I j ever saw. You can’t get away from him. ' I'll present our beloved Uncle Philo, and he'll go back to Dalton on the next train. Dobbin's coining this afternoon to put up the rods, Jenny. Don’t get him started to talk. I warn you.” Jenny smiled through her tears. “You’ll stay to dinner, John?” she ■ said, more cheerfully, and vanished into the kitchen. So absorbing was the preparation of ; dinner, so entire her success Jenny was i a born cook—and so gratifying were the praises which Tom and her future lord had showered upon it, that Uncle Philo and the danger which threatened them were almost forgotten. But as she stood in the doorway and j watched their departure together—Tom and his prospective brother in law were clerks in the same office she felt her in- ; dignation returning. How contemptible, in the hardness of | his mercenary heart, and the meanness j of his motives, was this man who pro posed to rob them of their home! He, with his houses and his lands, his j stocks and his bonds; while her father’s struggle through life had always been a hard one, and her grandfather’s bequest, i had been unspeakably welcome to him. | Was not the difference great enough now t Jenny went back to her dishes, with one small hand unconsciously clenched. She was putting the last brightly pol ished glass in the cupboard, when there came a knock at the kitchen door. It. was a loud, aggressive sort of knock, and Jenny went to answer it timidly. What she saw reassured her merely a small man, wilh thin, grayish hair, and bright little eyes, and a carpet-bag about as big as himself He looked up into her pretty, blonde face with a sort of astonished admiration, and came in without being invited. “I don’t want to buy anything,” said Jenny, with a suspicious glance at the carpet-bag. “Oh!” as a sudden recol lection of Tom’s words came into her mind, “you’re the lightning rod man, Mr. — Mr. Dobbin? Take a seat.” The little man sat down in silence, with no diminution of the admiration in his sharp eyes. Jenny eat down, too, wondering a lit tle at Mr. Dobbin's reserve. It did not agree with Tom’s descrip tion of him; but Tom was slightly given to exaggeration. “You’ll want a ladder, I suppose?” said Jenny, encouragingly. Mr. Dobbin was evidently bashful. “But where are the rods?” Mr. Dobbin smiled a little, and coughed uneasily. He was overcome with timidity and embarrassment, evidently. Jenny’s soft heart was melted with pity. “I was relieved to find it was you,” she said, pleasantly, with a desperate de sire to put him at bis ease. “I am ex pecting somebody else—whom 1 am not anxious to see.” “Indeed?” said Mr. Dobbin, finding his voice at last. His tone betrayed so much interest, and his bright eyes, fixed approvingly on her face, shone with such a friendly curiosity, that Jenny felt a sudden lik ing for the little man, and an impulsive desire to pour her troubles into his sym pathizing ear. “It is my uncle,” she said, with her prettiest pout. “And I abominate him. I’m very unnatural, am I not?” and she laughed. The lightning rod man did not re spond; but he betrayed a sudden Increase of interest. “I’m unnatural,” Jenny repeated. “But I don’t believe an angel could feel any other way in this case.” Mr. Dobbin coughed again,and wound one of his short legs around the rungs of his chair. “Might I inquire,” he said, mildly, “what ‘this case' is?” “It is the most dreadful you could im agine!” said Jenny, impressively. And, with an uneasy consciousness that she ought not to confide it to a stranger, she launched into an indignant recital of Uncle Philo's unpleasant be havior, from her grandfather’s will to the present crisis. She even brought Uncle Philo’s letter, and read it aloud, with scornful emphasis, pointing out the hardheartedness it indicated, and dwell ing on its general wickedness. “To think,” she cried, “that he, with all his money, should begrudge us this! It is not much; it would only make him a little richer; but it is everything to us. And father his only brother! He must be utterly heartless.” Her soft eyes were bright with a pret ty wrath,, and her face was charmingly flushed. The lightning-rod man watched her with fascinated eyes. “1 have thought,” Jenny went on. musingly, “that if he knew how things are, he might feel different. If he knew how hard father has always worked,and how unfortunate he has been, and how much he needed the money, and how manv things we d like to do that we can’t even now—how much 1, for in stance —” She stopped suddenly, with a flush. Mr. Do’ ’in drew his chair a tittle closer. “How much you what, my dear?” ho said, gently. Jenny looked at him timidly. But there was a fatherly look of kind ness and sympathy in his bright eyes which there was no resisting. “How much I would like to bring i John a dowry —a little one!” she said, [ softly. “I I expect to marry him, you know. Ami he is only a clerk: wc shall I need it dreadfully.” The lightning rod man was silent. “I'm afraid I have bored you,” said Jenny, compunctiously; “ami it is quite I absurd to have told you at all.” “I am glad yon have,” said Mr. Dob bin, with a kind smile.” “But 1 have hindered you,” said Jen [ uy, rising hastily. “Os course you wanted to bo at work,” ; “Not at all,” Mr. Dobbin rejoined; j “or—that is,‘l think I w ill come to-mor row. if it will be quite the same.” He picked up his carpet-bag and of * sered a cordial hand, and Jenny watched him to the gate with smiling eyes. He was really very nice for » lightning-rod ’ man. Tom was home early that night, and Jenny met him at the door. “Mr. Dobbin came,’’she said, brightly. | “And 1 never shall believe you again. He isn't such a talker at all,” “He isn't?” said Tom, amazedly. “He was asleep then, or temporarily insane.” “I’m afraid, come to think of it, that j I didn't give him a chance,” said Jenny. “You must have been hard at it to keep Dobbin quiet!” Tom ejaculated. “What were you talking about?” “Uncle Philo,” Jenny replied. “I don’t know how I came to; but he seemed such a nice little man, and so sympathetic—” “Little?” cried Tom. “Dobbin little?” “Well, not .tall,” Jenny protested. “And then he is older than father. His hair is quite gray, and I didn’t mind—” “Gray? Dobbin’s hair?” said Tom. He looked at his sister in alarm, as though lie suspected her of having taken leave of her senses. There was a sudden knock at the door, aud Jenny opened it. A very tall ami very lanky man, with a shock of bright red hair, looked in affably. “I’m a little late, you see,” he ob served, nodding to Tom; “but belter late than never, you’ll find in this case. You’ll never regret, sir, having invested in an article which no honest citizen, valuing his life and the lives of his fam ily, can afford to be without. And for neatness,durability and unfailingefficacy, these rods of mine can’t be beaten. Why, sir, only last week, they saved a family of fourteen from total destruction. There isn’t a particle of doubt but what, if my rods hadn’t been on that house, that family would have been —’’ Jenny turned to her brother in be wilderment. “Don’t talk, eh?” said Tom, in an amused undertone. The red-haired man, perceiving that he was not heard,disappeared,smilingly, around the corner of the house, continu ing the account of the rescue of the family of fourteen under his breath. “Is that the lightning-rod man?” said Jenny, anxiously. Tom nodded. The same dreadful suspicion came into the mind of both. “Uncle Philo!” said Jenny, faintly. “Could it have been Uncle Philo? And I told him everything! How dreadful!” “Dreadful?” said Tom, with unfeeling mirth. “I consider it extremely jolly. He knows our opinion of him, anyhow, and now let him do his woist.” Uncle Philo’s worst was a vast surprise to everybody. Tom came home, a week or so later, holding a thin letter, and handed it to his sister. “From Dalton,” he said, solemnly. “I don’t dare to have you open it. Os course it’s the formal notice of Uncle Philo’s proceedings against you.” Perhaps there was a remembrance of a kind look in a certain pair of sharp little eyes in Jenny’s mind. At any rate, siie tore open the envelope bravely. It contained merely’ two slips of paper —one a check representing a sum which it took four figures to express; the other a half-sheet of note-paper, with five words written upon it: “Your dowry—from Uncle Philo.” And the will was never contested.—Em ma A. Upper. Grant’s Most Providential Experience. Dr. Newman,"' speaking of General Grant’s reverential spirit, says: “Once I asked him, I remember, what he considered hi% most providential experience. Without hesitation he said: ‘My resignation from the army in 1854. I was then a captain. If I had staid in the army I would have been still a cap tain on frontier duty at the outbreak of the war and would have been deprived of the right to offer my services volun tarily to the countr' . That opportunity shaped my future.’ ” Milk and Eggs as Food. Average eggs weigh eight to the pound. Thus a dozen eggs weigh one aud a half pounds. A pound of eggs contains more nourishment than a pound of meat and boue. Hence eggs at twen ty-four cents per dozen are as economical a food as beefsteak at sixteen cents per pound. There is no flesh food that may be served in so many palatable ways ns eggs, nor so easily obtained by farmers. They may be boiled, poached, scrambled, fried, made into omelets plain or mixed with herUb or salted meats, and used in a great Firiety of ways in cakes, Indian bread, and other cookery. Thus there are few seasons when it will be good economy in the farmer’s family to stint themselves in this easily assimilable and nut ritious food. Every family having an icehouse or other food storage should 1 preserve a good supply to be used when they are scarce. They may be kept fairly i well in a cold cellar if put down in the autumn. One reason why persons suppose eggs lack nutrition is that they are in a senxi -1 fluid state. Yet heat readily converts ’ them into a solid by coagulation. Like 1 milk, eggs are perfect food, containing all the constituents of nourishment, and like rare roast-beef, soft boiled eggs are digested in three hours. Milk, like eggs, is capable of great variety in the cooking, and milk and cream should constitute a considerable portion of the > diet in farm life, especially in the pre -1 paration of pudding, sauces and the ; many dishes that form palatable acces sories to table enjoyment. It is, there i fore, bad economy for the farmer's fami ly to stint themselves in milk, cream,and eggs, on the ground that they are not solid food. Salt pork, bacon aud ham arc indeed solid food in the sense of in i digestibility. It. takes five hours to di gest either, and only strong stomachs can bear them. They should be used more as relishes than as true food on the , farm in summer, as they arc everywhere i else. It should be remembered that it is simply the juices of any food that serve i the purposes of digestion. It is only that portion of any food that is soluble in the fluids of digestion that is assimilated and taken up by the system. Fresh meat is largely water — about 71 per cent, and that of eggs about the same, or about that of blood, which contains three pel cent. more. The marketable meat of the ox contains 10 per cent bone, so that this again would bring eggs fully up to the standard of lean meat. The fact that the farmer is obliged to depend so largely upon salt meat in summer, and the added fact that milk, cream and eggs are especially valuable in the preparation of salted meat dishes, render careful thought on the subject all the more necessary.— Chicago Tribune. A Fire-Proof Suit of Clothes. Captain Paul Boyton's chum, Captain Charles Ahlstrom, has invented a fire , proof suit, says a New York letter. “My suit is much like a diving bell,” he explained to a reporter. It consists of a double covering of the body in two parts, one for the upper and one for the , lower limbs. The inside or lining is of India rubber; air and water tight; the outside of canvass or moleskin. A brass plate covers the face with two openings for the eyes which may be closed. The , air is supplied by bellows through hose attached to the dress. The inner suit being air-tight, the air escapes through the eyeholes, blowing away the fire and - smoke so that I can see clearly. The entire dress is kept drenched by water through annother rubber tube from a hydrant or fire engine. The water enters at the top of the head dress and is dis , tributed through channels in the upper part of the jacket. lam thus kept coo) and my dress made fire-proof. , After Paul’s swim at Oak Point the other evening Ahlstrom gave an exhi bition of the workings of his suit, a ■ furnished tent being set on fire for the purpose. His repeated visits to the in terior of the burning tent called out plaudits from the crowd. I The Trying Moment in War. “I’ll tell you when a man feels real ’ badly,” says Captain George N. Stone in ; the Cincinnati Timex-Star. “It’s when he’s forming his men into line for a big battle while a little skirmishing fire is kept up all the time. Every minute or so some one, maybe your best friend, standing right next to you will shriek out, “Oh, my God,” and fall back dead, yet you cannot let your men fire, for the army must be drawn up first. There is plenty of time to think. You don't dare to retaliate in any way. The next bullet may find your heait. and your children will be left fatherless. It is a moment that tries the bravest man, because he ' has to stand quietly and take it all. But when the order comes to light and the excitement of the battle arises, fear 1 passes away. You havesomething to do.” r • “Pa,” said th<- little boy, “what is an 1 absolute monarchy?” “I can’t explain it, my *on, so that you can comprehend it. Wait until you getmarried and then you’ll know.”— lndependent. YOUTH. Oh, strange inconsequence of youth, When days were lived from hand to mouth, And thought ran round an empty ring In foolish, sweet imagining. We handled love in childish fashion — The name alone and not the passion— The world and life were things so small, Our little wit encompassed all! We took our being as our faith For granted, drew our easy breath And rarely stayed to wonder why We were set here to live and die. Vague dreams we had, a grander Fate Our lives would mold and dominate, Til! we should stand some far-off day More godlike than of mortal clay. St rong Fate! wo meet thee but to find A soul and all that lies behind, We 1ob<» Youth’s Paradise and gain A world of Duty and of Pain. i —English. Illustrated Magazine. HUMOR OF THE DAY. The cup that inebriates but don’t ‘ cheer—Hiccup. A little girl described nervousness as ‘just being in a hurry all over.” A woman may work from sun to sun . But a collector’s work is always dun. —The Rambler. , The most striking thing in the way of bronze mantel ornaments—A clock.— Life. There are 240 bones in a man. Man j compares poorly with a shad.— -Boston | Transcript. A woman and a fiddle are something i alike. They always come out strongest when there is a beau about. — Boston t Budget. There is a gorge in Yellowstone park ’ ivhere no sound can be heard. Not a 1 i bad place to keep house. Chicago 1 Ledger. He is a mean father who will paint the top of the garden gate every evening and buy fresh bulldogs as fast as they come along.— Ball River Advance. ‘‘A penny for youi' thoughts!” said she, “1 can’t their object guess.” “Why, seek, my dear, to buy,” said he, “That which you now possess." —Life. I “He’s a man of big calibre,” remarked Jones to Brown, speaking of an acquaint ' nncc. “Indeed?” was the reply, “how ): do you make that out?” “He’s a great ; j bore.” “Ob,” murmured Brown, and ■ | fainted away. — Merchant-Traveler. ' \ “To clean the teeth use a mixture ol I emery and mixed oil, following it with 1 \ plenty of kerosene.” This would seem ' i to be queer advice, but as it is taken | from a machinists’ magazine, and from I a chapter relating to circula” saws, we have no doubt it is given in good faith. i I •— Boston Rost. ' j These arc the days when the young ' man puts on knee-breeches and stock ings anil mounting a bicycle starts on a 1 I long tour, feeling perfectly happy till a ' ! sixteen-year old country girl with blue ; | eyes as big as saucers, shouts: “Hey, I mister, come here and I’ll lend you money enough to buy legs for them 1 I pants.”— Philadelphia News. He (afraid she will order the second plate) —“Did you know they make ice i cream of glucose, gelatine, corn starch, ca tor oil, skimmed milk, oleomargarine, cayenne pepper and strychnine?” She ’ (licking out the dish) —“No, I didn’t ' know that, but I’ve noticed they are so stingy in filling their dishes that one has to eat two plates in order to get enough.” Chicago Herald. How doth the little mosquito Improve the midnight dark, To leave on forehead and on limb His sanguinary mark. How skillfully he plies his bill, How neat lie makes attacks; Then stores himself in parts unseen. Aud do Iges all the whacks. . • —Springfield Union. Utilizing the Monkey. Perhaps the only attempts which have been made to civilize the money is in Malabar, India, says Dr. A. 11. Ward. 1 A fine species indigenous in this quarter 1 is the Neligherry langur. The natives 1 here have fanning machines called the ! punka. In other days the punka, which consists of a moveable frame covered ' with canvass and suspended from the ; ceiling, was kept in motion by a slave pulling a cord. An English officer con ‘ ceived the idea of teaching the langur ' to do the work. He took one of the 1 species and tied its hands to the cord, 1 while by means of another cord the ma -1 chine was kept in motion. The move ’ | ment of the cord is up and down, and ’ of course, the monkey’s hands being tied * to it, went up and down, and the animal ! saw the maclxine move. Its master pat r ted its head and fed it with candy, and the langur soon learned to think it fun to work the machine. When I was in 3 Malabar securing specimens of this } I species, I saw thousands of them work ‘ I ing the punka, the Indians having, hn -3 ’ mediately put the auirnals in captivity when they saw their utility. CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS. A strawberry nine inches in circum ference has been produced In Wash ington territory. Four thousand persons are annually buried in “Potter’s field” of New Y ork city. A male catamount, or cougar, has a body four to four and one-half feet long, the female being somewhat smaller. Slavery is spoken of in French an nals up to the twelfth century, but no traces appear in the thirteenth, as many of the laws prove. The first indication of the insanity of George 111. of England, appeared on the day of the completion of the fiftieth year of his reign, October 25, 1810. In the largest library in the world, in Paris, there is a Chinese chart of the heavens made about 600 years be fore Christ In this chart 1460 stars are found to be correctly inserted, as corroborated by the scientists of the present day. The son of a Scotch millionaire, who has become greatly interested in agri culture, has hired himself to an Illi nois farmer for sls a month so as to learn the American methods of farm ing. He agrees to labor two years at that rate of pay. There is an old colored preacher in Eufaula, Cal., who is 103 years of age. He has been married nine tjmes, his ninth wife being now alive, and he claims to have had 117 children. He owns twenty acres of land, which he cultivates during the week, preaching on Sundays. Two full grown robins were seen re cently near Monticello, Ind., one of which appeared to be helpless and the other protecting and consoling it. The well bird frequently went on expedi tions to the back yards of the neigh borhood and brought choice morsels of food to its sick companion. The latter was caught by a boy and found to be totally blind. Several centuries ago the Chinese destroyed their great forests. Abbe David, the French naturalist, now ex presses the belief that they did this to rid themselves of tigers, leopards and other formidable beasts. Ancient for ests exist in China only among the mountain ranges, and the plains are so completely cultivated that nativeplants are seldom found. A Latin historian says: One has seen fathers authorized by law to drag their children from the tribune, while they were addressing the people, in order to punish them at their discre tion. They were dragged across the public square and no one dared to de fend them. The consul, the tribune of the people—in fine, the people itself, so proud of its power and fore?, who came to applaud them, were obliged to keep silent, and respect in the fathers an authority which the law gave them. Advice to Young Married People. “Drive gently over the stones 1” This piece of advice, which is fre quently given to inexperienced whips, may be respectfully suggested to the newly married. There are stony pla ces on the road to happiness, which if not carefully driven over, may upset the domestic coach. The first rock ahead which should be marked “dan gerous” is the first year of married life. Here, especially is the first step that costs; as a rule, the first year either mars or makes a marriage. During this period errors may be committed which will cast a shadow over every year that follows. On awakening sud denly from sleep we feel put out and rather crass. May not the young husband and wife experience feelings not entirely different when they awake to reality from the dreams of court ship and the fascination of the honey moon ? Everything must once more be contemplated after the ordinary manner of the world, once more with subdued feelings spoken of, considered and settled. For the first time husband and wife see each other as they actually are. Each brings certain peculiarities into the married state to which the other Las to grow accustomed. They have now to live no longer for themselves, but for each other, and the lesson is not learned in a moment. In all things indifferent the husband and wife must be willing to yield, however new It may be to them, however dif ferent from what they themselves thought. Self must be sacrificed In order thereby to gain the help of another beloved existence. A lady once asked Dr. Johnson how in his dictionary he came to define pastern the knee of a horse; he immediately answered: “Ignorance, madam; pure ignorance.” This is the simple expla nation of many an accid' nt that takes place at the commencement of the matrimonial journey. The young couple have not yet learned the dan gerous places of the road, and, as a consequence, they drive carelessly over them.— The Quiver. A Reason Against Romeo. Arrangements were being made for an amateur representation of “Romeo and Juliet.” Mrs. S was cast for “Ju liet,” but some difficulty was had in finding a suitable “Romeo.” “Why don’t you play ‘Romeo’ your self. Mr. S?” suggested one of the young ladies. “Y’ou would do it splendidly, I am sure.” “What! he exclaimed, “with Mrs. S. as‘Juliet?’ Why, we’ve been mar ried three years.” e.