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CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS, Bones quickly dissolve in sea water, and consequently they are seldom found in ocean dredgings. At the Waltham manufactory each watch undergoes'no less than 3,746 operations before it is finished. The popular supposition that an os trich never lays but one egg, and drops that anywhere upon the sand, is non sense. A Western editor has figured out that a million dollar-bills weighs 2841 pounds. A million of money in silver weighs about thirty tons, and one in gold less than two tons. A Bridgport man has perfected an invention that he claims will revolu tionize bicycling. He glides swiftly before a breeze by means of a huge sail attached to the wheel. In the Elizabethan times no super stitious belief exercised a more per nicious and baneful influence on the credulous and the ignorant than the notion that evil spirits from time to time entered into human beings, and so completely gained a despotic con trol over them as to render them per fectly helpless. A Waterbury, Conn., citizen, by the aid of a microscope, has verified the statement that the-letter “M” appears on the Bland silver dollar in four places: “America,” once in “Unuin,” again on the lower part of the neck of the Goddess of Liberty, and fourth on the left-hand turn of the ribbon joining the wreath on the back of the piece. There is a man who makes his living in New York by his manipula tion of old coin. He buys the plugged silver pieces and chipped copper coins that are dropped into the gate boxes along the elevated raidroad, and fixes the money up so that it will pass again. Now and then becomes across a rare coin worth many times its face value. He calls himself a “Money dresser.” Superstition About Comets. »».ofessor Andrew D. White says in an article in Popular Science Monthly: In these beliefs regarding meteors and eclipses there was little calculated to do harm by arousing that superstitious terror which is the worst breeding-bed of cruelty. Far otherwise was it with the beliefs regarding com ets. During many centuries they brought terrors which developed the direst superstition and fanaticism; the ancient records of every continent are full of these. One great man, in deed, in the Roman Empire had the scientific instinct and prophetic inspir ation to foresee that at some future time the course of comets would be found in accordance with natural law. But this thought of Seneca was soon forgotten; such an isolate? utterance {gould not stand against the mass of superstition which upheld the doctrine that comets are “signs and wonders.” The belief that every comet is a ball of fire, flung from the right hand of an angry God to warn the groveling dwellers of earth, was received into the early Church, transmitted through the middle ages to the Reformation period, and in its transmission and re ception was made all the more precious by supposed textual proofs from Scripture. The great fathers of the Church committed themselves unre servedly to this doctrine. Tertullian declared that “comets portend revolu tions of kingdoms, pestilence, war, winds, or heat.” Origen insisted that they indicate “catastrophes and the downfall of empires and worlds.” The Venerable Bede, so justly dear to the English Church, made in the ninth century a similar declaration. St. Thomas Aquinas, the great light of the universal Church in the thirteenth century, whose works the Pope now reigning commends as the center of all university instruction, accepted and handed down the same opinion. The sainted Albert the Great, the most no ted genius of the medieval Church in natural science, received and devel oped this theory. Why the Supper was Late. General Toombs is credited with re lating this story: When we w'ere all down at Milledge ville, passing the ordinance of seces slon, the excitement was most intense, and when the ordinance finally passed the people had a big impromptu jubi lee, lasting late into the night. Some of the members grew hungry at last and went to the hotel to get supper, but found that the cook was later than usual in getting it ready. They took occasion to “cuss” him for the delay, when the sable humorist coolly remarked: “Well, gemmen, you all said dat you all was gwine outer de United States ’fore 3 o’clock dis eben in’, an’ darfo’ I thought that mebbe you all ud be purty late a-gettin’ back I Dat’s de reason I warn’t in no gret hurry !” And with one consent the crowd excused him. Hhy the Vase Looked Small. Bromley—That is a beautiful vase you have in your hall, Deßagg. Is it a new purchase? DeEaggs--Yes, my wife bought it last Tuesday. "I admired it very much. Quite a a work of art, and so large !” “Very. But there was an attach ment came with it that made the vase seem very small.” “Indeed What was it?” “The bill.”— Call. QAnjcttc. VOL. XII. COUNTERFEIT EXPERTS. | Women Whose Sense of Feel ing is Marvellous. Able to Pick Out Spurious Money as Though by Instinct. There is a very large amount of counterfeit paper afloat, and some of it finds its way to the Treasury, when it is discovered in the redemption division, says a Washington letter to the Pittsburg Post. It is here that all the money sent in from outside sources is counted and examined. The counting and sorting is done by ladies, and they are the most expert in the country. They can tell a counterfeit instinctively, with eyes open or shut, and there is not a bank cashier in the United States, or even among the large contingent now sojourning in Canada, who could compete with them in the matter of determining counter feits. They can tell a spurious bill as far as they can see it, and the mere handling of the paper is enough for them to decide upon its genuineness. The silk paper upon which Treasury notes are printed can only be made by expensive machinery, and it is a felony to even manufacture the blank paper without due authority. Under the circumstances all counterfeits are print ed upon inferior paper, which lends thisgreatfaciltyinthe matter of detec tion. A guide was once taking a party of visitors through the redemption di vision, and was expatiating upon the expertness of the fair money handlers in this respect. He solemnlyassured the party that one of the girls had detect ed a counterfeit in the middle of a pile of money six inches thick by merely seeing the thin edge of it To a stran ger it seems more like diablerie than the possession of trained vision and a delicate sense of touch in the detection of counterfeits. These females experts receive $75 a month for their services. They do nothing but count from 9 in the morn ing until 4in the afternoon, and their hands move with a rapidity seldom ac quired by the most expert bank clerks, But they make no mistakes. A mis count or a counterfeit overlooked comes out of the wages of the one making the error, and two or three mistakes a month would wipe out a girl’s salary, as some of the bills hand led are very large. The great draw back of the position is the poison ab sorbed by the continuous handling of money. The backs of all Treasury notes are printed with a pigment which consists chiefly of Faris green. Small particles of this substance aro absorbed, anil in a year or two the girl who may have entered the Treasury smooth skinned and healthy finds her self a victim of lassitude, and with her hands and face broken out in malig nant sores. Each employee is fur nished with a sponge to moisten the fingers while counting. A new one is supplied every morning, and by even ing its color will have changed to a dull black by the action of the poison. Notwithstanding this drawback there is never any difficulty in filling vacan cies. The Thistle and the Cornstalk. A Canada Thistle which had taken root in a farmer’s garden one day saw a blade of Corn peeping out of the Ground, and in a tone of Ridicule called out: “What a Little one for a Cent 1 It’s a Wonder you have the Cheek to force Yourself into my Company.” The Blade continued to grow day by day, and it was of such bright color and looked so Thrifty that the Thistle finally called to the Farmer and said: “Really, but I can’t put up with such impudence, and I hope you will Remove that corn-stalk at once.” “And who are you?” queried the Farmer, having for the first time no ticed the Thistle. “Me? Why, I’m the Biggest and Handsomest Canada Thistle in the Business. My Genealogy carries me back to King ” “Umph I” interrupted the Farmer. “One grain of Corn is of more value than a Hundred Thistles. Come out of that by the Roots !” Moral:—The Thief who abuses the Law always gives Himself Away.— Detroit Free Press. A Mighty Sentence. opening sentence of the Bible, "in the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth,” contains five great universal terms, and speaks of as many boundless totalities—God, Heaven, earth, creation and thebegin ning. It is, perhaps, the most weigh ty sentence ever uttered, having the most gigantic members. In its compre hensive sweep it takes in all past time, all conceivable space, all known things, ail power and intelligence, and the most comprehensive act of that intelligence and power. This sentence is a declaration on nearly all the great problemsnow exercising scientists and philosophers.— The Independent. SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 16, 1885. The Food of the Persian Masses. The food of the Persians is very varied. As a rule, the very poor do not get meat more than once a week; while villagers and the numerous nomadic tribes see it very rarely, and only on great occasions, as at marriage feasts. The ordinary diet of a labor ing man is bread and cheese in winter, bread and fruit in summer. But even the laborers manage to obtain an oc casional bowl of strong soup; and they vary their diet with conserves, dried fruits, basins of curds, and hard-boiled eggs. The actual weight of bread that a muleteer or laborer can consume, and does consume, daily, is very great, sev en pounds not being an extraordinary allowance I In the South of Persia dates are the staple food; they are very cheap and satisfying. During the summer, lettuces, grapes, apricots, onions, and encumbers form the dain ties of the villager, and these, with bread, cheese, and curds are their only food. In every large town cookshops abound. But in Persia, as in the rest of the East, bread, rice, or dates are the real food—the meat merely the sauce or bonne bouche. Persians of all ages are very fond of confectionery, and are constantly devouring sweets. These are generally pure and good, but there is little variety in color, most of them being white, and nearly all are. flavored with lemon-juice. The low er-class Persian will eat several pounds of grapes, cucumbers, or apri cots for a meal. They eat onions ns we eat apples. Pomegranates and melons are in a great demand as food; and tlie melons, which run to 141 b. in weight, are very nutritious. Cucum bers are looked on as fruit, and are eaten in large quantities by rich and poor. They are not indigestible. Sev en pounds’ weight may be often had for a halfpenny. Grapes in infinite variety and of the most delicous kinds, from the huge long grape, which meas ures 2in., to the tiny sultana, sweet as honey to the taste. The curds, or mast, is simply made by adding a a small portion of rennet or else old curds to warmed milk; in a few hoars it sets into a mass, the cream on top. If eaten the first day, it is like a junk et; if allowed to remain it becomes sour, and will keep good any time. In this sour state it is preferred, and is either eaten with honey, sugar, or grape sugar. Eggs boiled hard and dyed a gay color are much eaten; from forty to fifty can be had for9d. These things, then, form the cheap and va ried diet of the working classes. Beef, too, is eaten by the lower classes; nev er by the well-to-do.— St. James' Ga zette. A Good Place for Dentists and Pho tographers. Throughout South America all the dentists and nearly all the photogra ’ phers are immigrants from the United i States, and if there is any one among . them who isn’t getting rich he lias I nobody but himself to find fault with, 1 because the natives give both profes sions plenty to do. Nowhere in the world is so large an i amount of confectionery consumed in ■ proportion to the population as in South America, and, as a natural con sequence, the teeth of the people re- : quire a great deal of attention. As a ■ usual thing Spaniards have good teeth, as they always have beautiful eyes, and are very particular in keeping them in condition. Hence the den tists are kept busy, and as they charge twice as much as they do in the United States, the profits are very large. In these countries it is the custom to i serve sweetmeats at every meal— dulces, as they are called—preserved ■ fruits of the richest sort, jellies, and confections of every variety and de- ■ scription. Many of these are made by the nuns in the convents, and are sold Ito the public either through the con fectionery stores or by private appli cation, A South American housewife, instead of ordering jams and preserv es and jellies from her grocer, or put ting up a supply in her own kitchen during the fruit season, patronizes the nuns, and gets a better article at a lower price. The nuns are very in genious in this work, and prepare forms of delicacies which are unknown to our table. The photographers as well as the dentists are Americans, and have all they can do. The Spanish-American belle has her photograph taken every time she gets a new dress, and that is very often. The Paris styles reach here as soon as they do the North American cities, and where the na tional costumes are not still worn, there is a great deal of elaborate dressing. The Argentine Republic is the only country in which photographs of the ladies are not sold in the shops. Elsewhere there is a craze for por traits of reigning beauties, and the young men have their rooms filled with photographs of the girls they ad mire, taken in all sorts of costumes and attitudes.— New York Sun. 'FOR FEMME READERS.! 'F» Prevent “Crows’ Feet.’’ T. G. E. asks a preventive for ‘‘crows’ feet” that so insidiously creep about the outer angle of the eyes. I fear they will come and are not to be banished; still they may be ameliorated. Only the finest linen or cambric washcloth should be used for the face and only soft water. At night bathe the face with hot water, 1 and apply some cold cream or pure olive | oil to the wrinkles. Never use a flesh ; towel for the face; only the most deli-j cate fabrics should be employed. Keep ! regular hours, remembering that ‘‘early’ to bed and early to rise” wilt keep the ; crows’ feet from tormenting the eyes. I know an old lady of seventy whose complexion is as fair and free from wrinkles as a little child’s. She says she has never bathed her face with anything harsher than a linen handkerchief. With regard to the eyes a suggestion may not be here out of place. Always bathe them toward the nose. By this means the sight is improved and the chances for “crows’ feet” are lessened. When the eyes become tired just try ecutly bath ing or simply making passes over the eyes toward the nose and find how sooth ing the result will be.— Courier-Journal. She Follow* the Fashion. ‘‘ls that a boy?” asked a reporter of a barber in a shop under the Lakeside building. The object of the question •was a smooth, youthful face. The rest of a form in a barber’s chair was con cealed under a sheet, and a tonsorial ar tist was at work on the head. “No, it’s a girl,” was the answer, and the seeker of information turned his face toward the young lady at the risk of being cut with the razor. She observed the movement and blushed with the consciousness of her novel position. “That is the third we have had here to day to have their hair cropped,” con tinued the artist, as ho added more lather. “This one next to you had hair that reached her waist.” “Do you sweep it up and throw it out with the men's hair?” “Oh, no! They take it home and use it for switches or sell it to hair dealers. It is more trouble to cut a lady’s than a man's hair because there is so much more of it, but we don’t charge them anything extra,though they do at some places.” When she tripped down from tire chair her back hair was clipped short, but her bang fell over her forehead in tact. One of her waiting companions then took the chair. “Does it not grieve you to nart with such beautiful tresses?” asked the re porter of the fair slave of fashion. “Yes, it does give mo a slight pang; but you know one might as well bo out of the world as out of fashion,” she said, and she picked up her hat. “Oh, my head feels so funny!” she exclaimed when she tried to fit it on. Chicago Herald. The Weapon of Women. The man who has sneered at the limi tation of woman’s dress has certainly never properly considered the matter. It isv true she is hampered by clinging skirts, by “ribbons and bibbonson every side,” tliat she lias no pockets and that she knows nothing of the freedom of a waistcoat without stays beneath; yet for all these disadvantages she finds a com pensation in the valuable hairpin. Her masculine companion carries a ! pocketful of knives, picks, hooks, and • so on, with which to perforin the thous and little mechanical tricks needful to a pea’ceful civilized existence. She, on | the other hand, looks each emergency, | be it great or trilling,fearlessly in the face, ■ and with ready hand plucks from amid her tresses the faithful little loop of wire, and is ready to encounter whatever comes. A woman without hairpins is like a ship without sail; she drifts help lessly at the mercy of untoward circum stances, without faith in herself or re ! sources upon which to depend. With this simple assistance she is a match for the universe. With a hairpin she buttons her boots and fastens her gloves, opens her letters and cuts the magazines; with it she pokes and hooks, picks and scratches, pulls and pushes, or even defends her i self from accident or assault. Scores of ! intricate operations for which a man ; would find it necessary to employ as I many instruments as adorn the torture chamber of a dentist, ar disposed of by ’ a limber-wristed young woman with a ' few ingenious turns ot a hairpin, before her brother has had time to hunt up his tool chest. zr We should like t 6 see a profound and exhaustive essay from the pen of some of the leaders of the woman movement upon the political, ethical and intellec tual influence of the hairpin, for we be lieve its importance as a factor iri.tbe problem of female development has never been properly considered. The way to the ballot box may lie through its slen der area, and in any case it is a woman's weapon against an adverse world.—Dun ton Couiier. Tlie Bottom Drawer. I saw my wife pull out the bottom drawer of the old family bureau this evening, and I went softly out and wan dered up and down until I knew she had gone to her sewing. We Have some things laid away in that drawer which the gold of kings could not buy, and yet they are relics which grieve us both until both our hearts are sore. I haven't looked at them for a year, but I remem- t ber each article. There are two worn f shoes, a little chip hat with part of the { rim gone, some stockings, trousers, and a coat, two or three spools, bits of t ! broken crockery, a whip and several t toys. Wife—poor thing—goes to the 1 drawer every day of her life, and prays < over it. and lets her tears fall upon the ' precious articles; but I dare not go. ; Sometimes we speak of littie Jack, but 1 not often. It has been a long time, but i somehow we can’t get over grieving. He was a burst of sunshine into our lives and ; his going away has been like covering our everyday existence with a palh Some times when we sit alone of evenings, I i writing and she sewing, a child on the ! street will call out as our boy used to, and we will both startup with beating hearts | and a wild hope, lanly to find the dark ness more of a burden than ever. It is so still and so quiet now I look up at the window where his blue eyes used to sparkle at my coming, but he is not there. I listen for his pattering feet, his j merry shout and his ringing laugh, but I there is no sound. There is no one to climb over my knees, no one to search my pockets and tease for presents; and I never find the chair turned over, the broom down, or the rope tied to the knobs. I want some one to tease me for my knife; to ride on my shoulders; to lose my ax; to follow me to the gate when I go. and to be there when I come home; to call “good night” from the little bed ■ now empty; and wife, she misses him | still more. There are no little feet to : wash, no prayers to say, no voice teasing ! for lumps of sugar, or sobbing with pain !of a hurt toe; and she would give her : own life, almost, to awake at midnight and look across to the crib and see our boy as he used to be. So we preserve our relics; and when we are dead we hope that strangers will handle them ten derly, even if they shed no tears over them.— Barbers' Gazette. Fashion Noles. Tan and brown are popular. Algerian or woolen ribbons are grow ing in favor. Irish Blarney cloth comes among othei rough woolens. Brown, olive, bronze and slate are the chief colors in ribbons. Woolen toilets for visiting aro trim med with brocaded velvet. Navy blue and brown are the leading colors for walking dresses. Ribbons with Roman stripes in plush or velvet will be much worn. Kilt skirts arc the favorites for little girls and young girls under fifteen. Friso brocades on matehisse grounds arc the newest fabrics for mantles. House costumes of brocaded material have draperies of cashmere and crepe. Brocaded velvet and satin, with an admixture of blue steel beads, are novel ties. Wool ball fringe is used on cloth mantles, and leather-colored fringes are new. Gold and silver tinsel is again brought out in millinery, but is in subdued ef fects. White woolen vests are still worn with flannelette and cloth tailor-made costumes. Braids of medium width, edged with I pompons, is used for trimming woolen costumes. Madras striped silk is used for pane’s, vests and culls for costumes of dark silk or of fine wool. Wool, with mixtures of silk, Jace and velvet, is the principal material in vogue in Paris for dresses. Skirts corded at the top, instead of having a belt, are preferred by short waisted and stout persons. Woolen lace for dress skirts in oirali mere colors and bouclc effects come among other high lace novelties. Conspicuous among silk and dress goods are those with velvet grounds, showing frise figures; satin grounds, with raised plush figures; tiger plush on faille Francaisc ground ; Persian ground, with wide plush bands, and plush stripes on a velvet ground. The smooth satin surface in silk fabrics has been almost entirely superseded by faille Franchise, which is a soft silk, occupying a place midway between the old gros grain and ottomans, a silk that will not slip or grow’ shiny, but affords a more servi.pible material than the ones it has displaced. A notable advance has been made in all classes of woolen fabrics, both imported and domestic, within the past two years, and fashion decrees that American ladies must this season follow the custom ob served abroad of wearing wool dresses and suits on the street, reserving silks and velvets for house and evening wear. Largest Locomotive in the World. W. A. Croffut says in a New York let ter to the Detroit Free Press: I have this week met Mr. E. 0. Corthell, chief en gineer of the Tehuantepec Ship railroad, which Captain Eads lias projected tc open the isthmus below Mexico so as to take ships from one ocean and drop them quietly into the other, and I asked him “What’s new?” “Well,” he said, “we have found out this week exactly how we can draw our ships. Captain Eads has always been asked: ‘How can you drag the great ships over if you get them on the twelve rails you propose to lay down?’ He has replied, ‘With engines,’ feeling certain that engines lor the special work would have to be built. But we have just re ceived a letter from the chief engineer of the Mexican Central railroad, which will not only astonish you newspaper men and non experts generally, but will surprize even railroad men. It shows that they are manufacturing in Mexican shops the largest locomotives in the world.” He handed the letter to me, and from it I quote as follows: “I send you herewith blue prints of some of the engines we have just made for the Pacific and Gulf branches of this road, which will have three and a half per cent, grades (185 feet to the mile) and twenty-degree curves. The drivers are flexible, moving independently of each other and of the cylinders and boiler. * * * Figure seven represents the engine under consideration. This engine can carry a weight of 180,000 pounds and haul 6,000 tons at a speed oi ten miles an hour on a straight and level track; 2,300 tons up a one-half per cent, grade, and 1,400 tons up a one per cent, grade. “But I would call your attention to the consolidated type of engine repre sented by figures 8 and 9. This en gine has sixteen drivers, will pass a curve of twenty to twenty-five degrees with ease, can carry a weight of 240,000 pounds and its drivers can haul 8.000 tons at ten miles an hour on a straight and level track, 3,000 tons up a one half percent, grade nnd 1,800 tons up a one per cent, grade.” “These are tremendous motors, " said Mr. Corthell, “as civil engineers and railroad men will fully understand. Three of these last engines will draw the largest ship that sails tl.e sea up the heaviest grades on our line. One of them will draw’ it sixty per cent, of the distance; and one of them will draw at least three fourths of the vessels all the way from ocean to ocean.” Lowell, Mass., has four chimney* over two hundred feet hich. NO. 48. When Day Meets Night. . Out to the west the spent day kisses night, ’ And with one parting glow of passion dies, la gold and red; a woman’s wistful eyes Look out across the hills, a band of light Plays on her parted hair, there softly dwells, And throws a glory o’er her girlish dream; The sheep slow nestle down beside the stream, And cattle wander with their tinkling bells. The clouds, sun-flushed, cling ’round the day's decline; The woman’s eyes grow tender; shadows creep; Gold turns to gray; a sharp dividing line Parts earth and heaven. Adown the western height The calm cold dark has kissed the day to sleep; The wistful eyes look out across the night. —Charles W. Coleman, in Harper’s. HUMOROUS. Proud flesh—The haughty aristo crat. The bird for literary men—The reed bird. The woman question: “Now isn’t this a pretty time of night for you to get home?” “Good gracious I” said the hen, when she discovered porcelain eggs in her nest, “I shall be a bricklayer next.” “The battle is not always to the strong,” said the judge as he awarded the butter premium at a county fair. An organist who advertised for vo calists for a church choir, headed his advertisement: “Good chants for the right parties.” Mrs. Montague: “Do you sing, Mr. De Lyle?” Mr. De Lyle (with a supe rior smile): “I belong to the college glee club.” Mrs. Montague (disap pointed): “Oh, I’m so sorry. I hoped that you sang.” “They have discovered footprints three feet long In the sands of Oregon, supposed to belong to a lost race.” It is impossible to conceive how a race that made footprints three feet long could get lost. Dude—“ You love me, then, Miss Lydia?” Lydia—“ Love is perhaps somewhat too much to say. At least I have sympathy for you, because your face resembles so much that of my poor dead Fido.” “He’s not what you call strictly Jiandsome,” said the major, beaming through his glasses on a homely baby that lay howling in his mother’s arms, “but it’s the kind of face that grows on you.” “It’s not the kind of face that ever grew on you,” was the in dignant and unexpected reply of the maternal being ; “you’d be better look ing if It had !” The Boy that Was Buried. A Madrid (Spain) letter tells this story of the cholera epidemic: In Ulea, Murcia, there was attacked a man of over middle age, tlie father of a fami ly, and also his little boy, aged 11, called Jose Gomez. Tlie father died, and a few days after, at 6 in the after noon, the boy died also, and was carri ed immediately to the churchyard, at the same time when the gravedigger \ , was finishing his day’s toil. He view- I ed the last arrival, but although the grave was almost filled up he threw in ■ the dead body and went away. Upon the next morning, as he opened the j cemetery gate, the first thing he saw ' was Jose Gomez, almost naked, just as ‘ lie was buried, amusing himself. ; “Hullo!” exclaimed the astonished I gravedigger, “who took you out of I that?” “Nobody,” replied the boy, i cheerfully, “I came out myself.” ! “Bueno (good); come here, I wish to speak to you.” El chico (the little I one), believing that he was to be [ treated to another burial, began to I run, and did not stop until he reached his mother’s cottage, whom he fright- ; ened out of her wits, as she believed he had come from the other world. “Where is your father?” was the first i question put by the poor woman. “Oh, he stayed there; but give me some thing to eat, mother, for I am very I hungry.” The mother broke out into cries and lamentations, and the neigh bors crowded in and tried to surround j the chico, who fled and endeavored to ■ hide himself, believing firmly those ! attempts were premonitory of another j funeral. In the end he was caught I and put to bed, all the time protesting that his one malady was hungej. So I they gave him his breakfast, and now I he is the pride of the village as he runs about stoning dogs, which, it seems, was his favorite recreation before he was attacked by cholera. ! The final touch in tlie story is a strik- j ing instance of the truth of what the noet sang: “They change their sky, lot their dispositions, who go across the seas.” Willing lo Work. Country girl (addressing robust ! I tramp)—-Why don’t you go to work? Tramp (looking hungrily around) — \ I would if I had the tools. Country girl—What sort of tools I do you want ? Tramp—Knife and fork.— Rambler. When Day Meets Night. I Dut to the west tho spent day kisses night, And with one parting glow of passion died? In gold and red; a woman’s wistful eyes- Look out across tho hills, a bind of light flays on her parted hair, there softly dwells. And throws a glory o’er her girlish dream; The sheep slowfecstle down beside tho* stream, And cattle wander with their tinkling bells. The clouds, sun-flushed, cling ’round the da/8 decline; The woman’s eyes grow tender; shadows creep; (Gold turns to gray; a sharp dividing line Parts earth and heaven. Adown the western height The calm cold dark has kissed tho day to bleep; The wistful eyes look out across the night. Charles fP. Ccleman, in Harper's. HUMOROUS. Proud flesh—The haughty aristo crat. The bird for literary men—The reed bird. “Good gracious !” said the hen, when j she discovered porcelain eggs in her nest, “I shall be a bricklayer next.” “The battle is not always to the strong,” said the judge as he awarded the butter premium at a county fair. An organist who advertised for vo calists for a church choir, headed his advertisement: “Good chants for the right parties.” Mrs. Montague: “Do you sing, Mr. De Lyle?” Mr. De Lyle (with a supe rior smile): “I belong to the college glee club.” Mrs. Montague (disap pointed ): “Oh, I’m so sorry. I hoped that you sang.” “They have discovered footprints three feet long in the sands of Oregon, supposed to belong to a lost race.” It is impossible to conceive how a race that made footprints three feet long could get lost. Dude—“ You love me, then. Miss Lydia?” Lydia—“ Love is perhaps somewhat too much to say. At least 1 have sympathy for you, because your face resembles so much that of my poor dead Fido.” “He’s not what you call strictly handsome,” said the major, beaming through liis glass* 3 on a homely baby that lay howling in his mother’s arms, “but it’s the kind of face that grows on you.” “It’s not the kind of face that ever grew on you,” was the in dignant and unexpected reply of the maternal being ; “you’d be bett<*’ moK ing if it had !” 4 cuioil Place for Dentists and Pho tographers. Throughout South America all the dentists and nearly all the photogra phers are immigrants from tlie United States, and if there is any one among them who isn’t getting rich he has nobody but himself to find fault with, because tlie natives give both profes sions plenty to do. Nowhere in the world Is so large an amount of confectionery consumed in proportion to the population as in | South America, and, as a natural con } sequence, the teeth of the people re- I quire a great deal of attention. Asu usual thing Spaniards have good teeth, as they always have beautiful eyes, and are very particular in keeping them in condition. Hence the den | tists are kept busy, and as they charge | twice as much as they do in the United i States, the profits are very large. In these countries it is the custom to i serve sweetmeats at every meal— dulces, as they are called—preserved fruits of the richest sort, jellies, and confections of every variety and de scription. Many of these are made by the nuns in the convents, and are sold to the public either through the con fectionery stores or by private appli cation, A South American housewife, instead of ordering jams and preserv es and jellies from her grocer, or put ting up a supply in her own kitchen during the fruit season, patronizes the nuns, and gets a better article at a lower price. The nuns are very in genious in this work, and prepare forms of delicacies which are unknown to our table. The photographers as well as the dentists are Americans, and have all they can do. The Spanish-American belle has her photograph taken every time she gets a new dress, and that is very often. The Paris styles reach here as soon as they do the North American cities, and w'here the na tional costumes are not still worn, there is a great deal of elaborate dressing. The Argentine Republic is the only country in which photographs of the ladies are not sold in the shops. Elsewhere there is a craze for por traits of reigning beauties, and the : young men have their rooms filled with photographs of the girls they ad- I mire, taken in all sorts of costumes and attitudes. — New York Sun. A Mighty Sentence. The opening sentence of the Bible, “In the beginning God created the i Heaven and the earth,” contains five great universal terms, and speaks of as many boundless totalities—God, Heaven, earth, creation and the begin ! ning. It is, perhaps, the most weigh ty sentence ever uttered, having the most gigantic members. In its compre hensive sweep it takes in all past time, all conceivable space, all known things, all power and intelligence, and the most comprehensive act of that intelligence and power. This sentence is a declaration on nearly all the great problems now exercising scientists and philosophers.— The Independent,