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JiID£ A WEE, 'AM) VINE A BEET.
Is the road very dreary ?
Patience yet!
Rest will be sweeter if thou art aweary,
And after the night cometh the morning
cheery, x
Thcn.bide a wee, and dinna-fret.
The clouds have silver lining,
Don’t forget;
And though he’s hidden, still the sun is
shining;
Courage 1 instead of tears and vain repining,
Just bide a wee, and dinna fret.
»
With toil and cares unending
' — Art beset?
Bethink thee how the storms from heaven
descending
. Snap the stiff oak, but space the willow
bending,
And bide a wee, and dinna free.
Grief sharper sting doth borrow
Prom regret;*
But yesterday is gone, and shall its sorrow
Unfit us for the present and the morrowt
Nay; bide a wee, and dinna - fret
An over-anxious brooding
. Doth beget
A host of fears and fantasies deluding;
Then, brother, lest thStoyjtorments be in¬
truding,
Just bide a wee, tfntLj^na fret.
—Every OUufr Saturday.
AN ACT '
OF JUSTICE,
“Ah, this is the X:
country ! How quiet
it seems after the bustle of the city, aud
how deliciously fragrant the air is ! But
it’s warm, destination.” though. I wonder if I’m near
my
satchel Pausing, the soliloquizer transfers his
from his right hand to his left,
while with his handkerchief-h e wipes his
brow, l
Just then, chancing tt> glance over the
low stone wall beside him, he sees a
charming picture. V
the Seated shade upon of the old daisied is gt&iadjoneath
busily wreathing an tree, a young girl,
her st aw hate with
roses.
A great cluster nestles id the throat of
her cambrio dress, while another fastens
her belt. The delicate pink harmonizes
with the tints of her own perfect com¬
plexion, while wound about heflsmall
head are a wreath of soft braids, wliosb
purely golden hue would make a society,
girl sick with envy. the
After gazing until he is satisfied,
stranger coughs gently but audibly.
As the girl looks up and sees that she
is observed she springs to her feet.
“I beg your pardon for alarming
you,” the young man hastens to say.
“Can you direct me to Brierwood Farm ?
I was told that it was a couple of miles
from the station, and as I have been
walking some time I thought that 1
must be near it.”
A charming smile breaks over the
lovely face, as the girl, recovering her
self-possession, answers him with the
welcome announcement:
“You thought rightly, sir.. This is
Bi ’erwood Farm.”
With a light spring the young man
Blears the fence and comes to her side.
“I must confess that I am very glad.
It is the essence of coolness and shadow
here, but out upon the open road the
at eun home is scorchingly ?” hot. Is Mr. Arnold
“No, sir, bnt my aunt is.”
As they walked together to the bouse,
nnder the welcome shade of the green
trees, the stranger says, smiling:
“If Mrs. Arnold is your aunt, why,
then, we must be cousins. My name js
Rupert Arnold, and my father is related
to Mr. Arnold.”
“I am Rose May, the niece of Mr.
Arnold’s wife,” the girl replies as frank
>y
“Appropriately named,” the young
man glance says the pleasantly, flowers with a significant
at that adorn so lav¬
ishly “I his companion’s simple toilette.
hope you will allow me the friendly
privileges claim of a cousin, even if we cannot
the relationship through ties of
blood.”
“Have you never been to the farm be¬
fore ?” Rose asks.
“Yes, once, when I was a little chap
of five years. But that’s a loDg while
ago.” “It be,” Rose demurely.
must answers
By this time they are at the farm¬
house door, which stands hospitably
open, and, ushering their visitor into
the sitting-room, Rose hastens to ap¬
prise her aunt of the arrival.
“A perfect little jewel! How she will
shine in the golden setting that awaits
her, and how glad I am that I fell in
with mother’s views!” Rupert Arnold
thinks as he answers her smile and lis¬
tens until the last echo of her light step
dies away.
“I am on my summer vacation, and
remembering that my father and cousins
are out this way, I thought I would look
tuem up. He wns speaking of yoiu
husband the other day, and lamenting
that his busy life prevented him from
keeping track later. of his relatives.” Rupert
explains, cordiality
The of his reception leaves
him nothing to desire, and when Farmer
Arnold urges him to spend the remain
ing weeks of his vacation at Brierwood
Farm he willingly assents.
Of course, in that time his acquaint¬
ance with Rose makes rapid progress,
and Rupert soon flatters himself that he
has sounded the height and depth of her
simple mind. kind could
Her beauty is of a that
never pall—that he acknowledges; but
to the habitue of society, the absolute
truth and candor of her character alter
the first cease to interest.
< “However, do not fear, mother, dear.
SPRING PLACE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 19. 1883.
that l ata going to spoil your plans. Al¬
girls though I must confess that, after the
of our set, this country maiden's
attractions pale, still a hundred thou¬
sand and, if is not possible, to be picked" up every day,
I do Hot mean the tidy
little sum to go to any other than—
your dutiful son, Rupert.”
Such is the conclusion of an, epistle
Rupert dispatches to his mother, during
his 6tay at the farm, and whicli brings
a smile to the receiver’s face of mingled
amusement and gratification.
But Rose is not So transparent as Ru¬
pert deems her to be, and has already
formed her own opinion, of the visitor,
who is so pronounced ill his admiratiou
of herself, and who has so eagerly
availed himself of the privilege tacitly
permitted him of calling her by the;title
of cousin.
She by no means dislikes him; his vi¬
vacity and companionableness would
preclude that; bnt she gauges rightly
the vanity and shallowness of his char¬
acter, and when she mentally compares
him to some one else who towers as high
above him in mental attributes as be
does in stature, could Rupert read the
verdict, chagrin would mark him for Its
own. As it is, however, he leaves the
farm with his self-satisfaction unim¬
paired.
"A season in town to complete what
these two weeks have begun, and Ru¬
pert, old fellow, your future's assured.
No more need to quail before the gov¬
ernor’s eyes when the dues come pour¬
ing in! As to fun and freedom, a Bene¬
dict is as much his own master as a
bachelor, it he chooses to be. ”
Such are the thoughts that fill the
young man’s mind as the train bears
him upon his homeward journey.
Two months go by and then two let¬
ters com* to Brierwood farm, one ad¬
dressed to Mr. Arnold, the other for
Bose.
They are both from Mrs. Arnold,
Rupert’s mother, and contain an urgent
invitation for Rose to visit her uncle’s
cousin in their city home.
The letters ate worded with such
graceful tact and such warm cordiality,
that even had the wish to say no been
Ajrong, it would have been difficult to do
“Would you like to go, Rosebud, to
see with your own eyes what the won¬
derful city is like ?”
Iloso s brown ^yes fftiriy sliino,
‘ “Indeed I would 1“ she orfes.
“And John—what does he say?” the
old man asks, with a glance in the direc¬
tion of the tall young man, who, lean¬
ing against the mantel-piece, is gazing
with a world of ardent tenderness aud ad¬
miration at the fairy golden-haired girl,
whose auimated face turns to him at her
uncle’s query.
“That I shall be glad for Rosebud to
have a chance to see the gay world and
its doings before she settles down into
the humdrum existence of a farmer’s
wife," he says, heartily.
And so it is settled; aud Rose departs
for a three-months’ visit to the Arnold’s
home. At first the dazzling gaiety and
constant round of pleasures bewilder
and almost frighten the little couutry
girl.
But she soon learns to take every¬
thing as a matter of course, and to enter
into and enjoy it all.
Society dearly loves a sensation—
something novel and out of the ordi
nary—and, were Rose less carefully
trained in purity and truth, her head
would surely be turned by the adulation
that her fresh young beauty creates
wherever she goes.
But those who love Rose need have
no fear for her. Instead of spoiling,
the brilliant scenes in which she is a
participant only serve to f • nse and di¬
vert her, ahd to form matter xor the volu¬
minous letters that wend their way
weekly to Brierwood Farm, and to an¬
other home in the village some few miles
distant, where they are perused by
manly read. eyes that grow soft and tender as
they
One morning the Arnold residence
welcomes three new gnests in the per¬
sons of Mrs. Arnold’s sister and her two
daughters. amid
The day passes pleasant conver¬
sation, and, at length, in the honr be¬
tween sundown and dusk, a game of
hide-and-seek is proposed by one of the
young Slipping people. quietly the library. Rose
into
ensconces herself snngly behind the
draperies Hardly of had the she bay-window. when the
done bo
door opens and Mrs. Arnold and her
sister enter.
room’s Rose sadden does not accession stir, thinking that the
of inmates will
ensure her own seourit*' for, of course,
both ladies will disavow naving seen any
of the hiders.
They begin handsome at onee Rupert to converse. is,” Mrs.
“How
Moore says. “Maria, when is his en¬
gagement to Miss Martelle to be con¬
summated ?”
“Oh, that was off six months ago,”
Mrs. Arnold answers. “Her father
failed disastrously, and, of course, with
Rupert’s ideas and tastes, she was no
longer a suitable wife for him. He
seized the first opportunity to with¬
draw.”
“In that ease, Maria, I must ask you
if you consider a country farmer’s niece
the proper person to throw into daily
association with a - young man whose
fancy will be in great peril from her
face, which, I must confess, ?” is the pret¬
tiest I have ever seen
“Spare yourself any anxiety on that
score, Sarah, dear. Let me tell yon
something. That girl, although as yet
no one knows it but my hnsband and
Rnpert and myself, is an heiress. You
remember meeting that old eocentric
Hugh Heydon at my house ? Well, he
died ■4&. left hus¬
three months ago ana my
band the sole manager of his estate, the
whole bulk of which he left, entirely
disregarding his only child whom he had
disinherited years before, to the daugh¬
ter of a womatn whom he had loved and
been separated from in early yonth. his
“Of course, as .pay husband was
lawyer and (;pUftd<&tial' friend, no one
but ourselves as yet know the tenor of
the will. 1 no sooner heard of it than I
saw at once this was jnst the chance for
Rupert, His father is in easy circum¬
stances, but by no means able to shoul
dtSY Rupert’s extravagances. disparaging Do not
think that I am my son; he
is only what his education has made
him, and not pnewhit wilder than others
of his sort, Once settled down with a
rich wife he will be all that his relatives
oan wish. ”
“Bat the girl—you do not seem to
think of her in the matter,” Mrs. Moore
suggests. “Oli, she admires Rupert exceedingly
He has played his game well.”
“Ah, I see!”
And Rose, listening with flashed
cheeks and indignant eyes, the sees, too;
A few Rupert hours later, in her conservatory, apart from
whither had led
the rest, she listens While in tones of
well-simulated ardor he pleads his suit.
She waits until he pauses, then look-.
ing up straight into his eyes, she says
qitietly, with an emphasis upon the lirst
word:
“Cousin Rupert, you surely would not
have spoken as you have just now Tiad
you known that the girl you addressed
was already betrothed. But to counter¬
act any disappointment this knowledge
may cause you, let me hasten to assure
you that, although Rose May she has will re¬
cently been leftsg large- fortune,
be in no wise benefited by it, for under
up consideration cottid she be i'nduoed
tQi accept a farthing that rightfully be¬
longs to (toother. You look amazed,
Yes, Rupert's I know all,”
face of utter astonishment
and embarrassment is a study. When
Rose rises with all the dignity of an in¬
jured queen, he can only gaze at her
speebbless, mid when she goes he makes
no nttempt to detain her. -
Ho is foiled, and his mother’s veil
laid scheme is a failure—there is no
doubt of that. Aud with a perturbed, with
mind he seeks the latter to confer
her upon the unpleasant surprise he
lift* just received. v
He finds her prepared, for,'with her"
usual frankness, the instant she leit his
side Rose had gone directly to Mrs.
Arnold.
Nevei - before in all her short life has
the gijl felt so outraged in every fiber of
her being. She longs to flee at onco
from an atmosphere were treachery and
duplicity lurk pretended beneath affection. the guise of
courtesy and
As swiftly as it is possible her ar¬
rangements for departure are completed.
Mrs. Arnold makes no endeavor to de¬
tain her. For once her worldly tact de¬
serts her, for by her own words she has
condemned herself.
A few evenings later, with her hand
olasped in her lover’s, Rose relates to
him a part of the above—only a part,
for she speaks alone of the inheritance
that has so unexpectedly been left to
her.
She means—oh, subtle Rose 1—to try
this lover, who seems everything that is
noble and just. Her recent experience
has raised our little country maiden from
the unsuspicious trust and faith with
which her young eyes have hitherto re¬
garded everything aud everybody.
John's face grows very grave as he
listens.
“And is it possible, Rose,” he ex¬
claims, “that you, with your high sense
of honor, would accept an inheritance
that rightfully belongs to this man’s
disinherited child ?”
His tone of rebuke and remonstrance
is too unmistakable to be misunderstood.
For a moment Rose remains silent;
then looking np with a gleeful langh,
she nestles oloser to his side.
“I knew just what you would think
and quite'agree say, my great-hearted John, and I,
too, with you. I have my
fortune—a richer one than gold mines
could give. What care I for any
other ?”
And so, through the nobility of
character of a perfect stranger, a poor
hnsband and wife in the far West have
eause to give thanks when, in the midst
of dire straits, a fortune, lifting them for
ever beyond want and suffering, oomes
unexpectedly to them.
The New Applicants.
At the Women’s Benevolent Club:
Mrs. A.—“Have we any new applicants
for relief?” Mrs. B.—“Yes; Mrs. C.,
whose husband is ill with a fever, has
applied for temporary aid.” Mrs. A.—
“H’m ! I don’t really see how we can do
anything for her.” Mrs. B. —“Nor I
eitlior. Then there’s another case. Jack
Tipple has been on a long spree and has
beaten his wife and children so badly
that he has been discharged from em¬
ployment.” Mrs. A.—“Alt! that’s a very
interesting case. We must do some¬
thing for poor Jack, but we must be
careful that his family don’t get any
of the money we give him.”
A Cold Home.— A few days sinoe, as
workmen were removing old iee from
Ober & Co.’s ice house, in Dresden,
Maine, says a correspondent of the
Boston Journal, they found a large frog
between two blocks of ice that were
frozen together solid and had been in
the house two years. A number of
heavy blows were required to separate
the blocks, when, on being released, the
frog stretched himself and then hopped
away as lively for his as imprisoning ever, apparently |t\ none
the worse
ONCLE HEZERIAH’S EXPERIMENTS
A Little Take Off an rite His Stories Told bj
the Newspapers.
One night arter all the chores wns
done, last spring, I tho’t, tho’ts I, e 2
how I wnd try sum experiments on po
taters, ez I’d been readiu’ ’bout othei
farmers doin’. Sum of my agerculteral
papers had been teliin’ as how they had
rased 1,000, 1,200, and even 1,308
bushels taters to tho acre, or I should
say at that rate, so why couldn’t 1 ? Sd
D went to work, I found one o'Sally
Ann’s old flower boxes out in the shed
]0M(i had into five separate boxes or apart¬
ments it, tjnd took it out into the
garden. Sally Ann spied me. “What
yer doin’ with my posy box out there,
Blezekiah!” sez she.
aoin’ - “Experimentin’,” sez L “I’m jest
to see how many taters I kin raze
du an acre and prove it. What’s the
everlastin’ use of alters scratchin’ and
diggin’ for twenty-five bushels to the
acre and small ones to boot, when sum
of our hard-fisted laborers who edit
agercultural I papers, aud who kin do no
more That’s nor kin, raze 1,300 bushels?
what I want to know.” At that
Sally Ann went into, the house and 1
Went to work.
As I sed, the box was five feet long
inside measure, and exactly one foot
wide. I numbered the plots 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, got some good soil and put in ail just
alike, then mixed iu, or else put on
arterwads, several kinds of these yer
.tater fertilizers they tell so much about
'(don’t give no names, as that might ad
( vertise’em a little, you know), only on
t one plot I didn’t put none.
Well, then come the question of how
In any eyes to the hill, so I put ’em in
' No. 1, one eye; No. 2, two eye; No. 3,
■ three eye, aud so on through the five.
You should hev seen them tater tops
’ grow though during the summer.
Looked like a young hedge, they was
so rank 1 It bein’ out of the question to do
much with a horse and plow, I givo ’em
level culture with an old trowel. But
now fur the result. Plot 1 had 10 taters,
measured 9 quarts; plot 2, 6 taters
■ measured 7 quarts; plot 3, 12 taters or
10 quarts; and 12 plot 4, 8 “There aud 8, and be,” plot 5,
30 quarts. you sez
>1, “all easy figurin’, and figure don’t
Ho.”
Let's see, now! Altogether I raised 46
quarts iu a box containin' 5 squar^ feet,
to old Daboll. in an acre there
is jest 13,560 equate teet; and that in 46
quarts there’s jest 1.4375 bushel, is,
one bushel and so much over. Now if I
divide 43,560 by 5, that’ll tell me how
many 5 foot boxes I’d hev in an acre,
which gives 8,712 boxes. But in every
box thar would of course be 1.4375
bushel, so multiply bushel. 8,712 by That’s 1.5375 cleer. and
it gives 12,523'
“Thar you hev it,” sez I, “I’ve beet the
world. Tell everybody Uncle Hezekiah
has raised 12,553j bushpls of figure. taters It’s to
i he acre, and there’s your
as plain os the nose on your face,” sez I
to myself. Bnt speekin’ a leetle too
loud Sally Ann overheerd me, and she
sez, “What’s so awful plain, Heze¬
kiah?”
“Why, these yer taters and these yer
figurqa,” sez I.
“Them is whoopers,” sez she, “both
taters and figure; and now you’ve done
so well, Hezekiah, I ’spose you’ll plant
that big side-hill lot next spring and
show folks how to raise 15,000 bushels
on every aore, but you’ll hev to giv your
individual attenshun to each individual
hill. Now, ’fore you write out your ex¬
periment, Hezekiah, for the papers,
you’d better make it plain that you didn’t
hev 8,000 and more boxes like mine all
over your aore patch, and that it was at
the rate of 12,000 bushels, not actually
that, for you’d hev all our neighbors
laffin at you, Hezekiah jest and as they do
at these big yiftlds of corn of potaters
they read about in some our ageroul
tural papers.” And so thought
Hezekiah.
—Our Country Home.
Who Killed Tecnmseh 1
“Shout and sing, rumpay, tumpsy,
Col. Johnson killed Tecumseh.”
Benj. B. Griswold in a letter to the
Century Magazine says:—Having ob¬
served in one number of your admirable
monthly, not very long ago, a query and
a reply in reference to the killing of
Tecumseh, I have ever sinco intended to
add a remark of my own. The purport
of the reply, to the best of my recollec¬
tion, was that it had generally been sup¬
posed that Colonel Riohard M. Johnson,
Vice President during Mr. Van Buren’s
Presidential term, had slain Tecumseh,
in a personal encounter, during the bat¬
tle of the Thames; but that some degree
of doubt still rested on the fact. This
reply recalled to my mind the circum¬
stance that about 1842 I happened to
be present where Colonel Johnson was
giving a graphic account of the whole’
battle, and in particular of his hand-to
hand conflict with a powerful Indian,
whom he finally killed. The colonel
then remarked that for some time a
doubt had existed whether the Indian
killed was really the formidable chief or
not; but he added, in terms entirely un¬
qualified, that recently developed cir¬
cumstances had removed all uncertainty
as to this fact. He gave no information
showing what oircumstanoes had deter¬
mined his question, but subject. simply spoke
with positiveness on the
Some Pumpkins. —The largest pump¬
kin in the New Orleans Exposition,
comes from Nebraska and weighs 216
pounds. The next largest weighs 185
pounds and is in the Dakota exhibit.
Kansas comes next with a pumpkin
have weighing 112$ pounds. Ohio claims to
had a 230-pound pumpkin, but it
was lost through decay.
VOL V. New Series. No. 2.
STATING THE CASE.
The Armor that a New Fight Ku«r!am! JR^Ivnllfl
Put on to hi.
When the late Elder Swan, of Connec¬
ticut, was conducting one of his great¬
est revivals in New Haven, the fruits of
which were more than 1,000 conversions,
the deacons of the church waited upon
him and said that much fault was found
with the style of his sermons—they were
too radical in tone and too outspoken;
and they suggested that he should heard
“draw it lnilder.” The Elder
them through And made them this re¬
ply: “Well, brethren, it may be as you
say. Now, I want you to let me preach
one sermon to-morrow night iu my own
harness, and if that doesn’t suit you I
will preach hereafter in the regulation
style, or I will leave the pulpit for some¬
body else.” The deacons agreed, and
the next subject Sunday evening combat the between Elder David took
as his the
and Goliath, He sketched the Philis
tine giant who, clad iu his armor of
brass, defied the armies of the living
God, as like unto a minister clothed with
the theology of Princeton and Andover.
Then he introduced t)avid as a rosy
cheeked farm-boy who had come to
camp to bring “erasers and eheese”for
elder brothers who were serving in the
army of Israel. He gave a quaint and
original version of the conversation be¬
tween David and the King when the
former proposed to Israel become and the accept champion the
of the hosts of
challenge of Goliath. The King he rep¬
resented as looking with undisguised
contempt upon the son of Jesse, aud
saying “You, you little brat! You fight
Goliath ! What are yon talking about ?
He’d make mince meat of you in no
time.” Then he described the putting
of the King’s suit of armor on David to
prepare him to.do battle with the Phil¬
istine. “Why,” said the Elder, “when
he got that Princeton and Andover
pharaphernalia on, David felt as though
he was in a straight-jacket. off He ripped
the whole thing in and told the King »»>
•I’ve got to fight my point own harness. David,
When he came to the where
sling in hand, confronted the Philistine,
the Elder gave such a realistic picture
of the scene that when he raised his
long arm and swung it vigorously over
his head as if in the act of hurling the
smooth stone that laid the giant low,
nearly every one in the congregation
dodged. *lt struck him straight be¬
tween the eyes,” deader shouted the hammer.” Elder,
“and killed him than a
Then he capped the climax and pointed
the moral of his discourse as follows:
“Brethren, I’m like David. Let me
fight in my own harness, as ho did, and
if I dqn’t drive the devil and all his imps
out of New London inside of three
months, I’ll pack up and go myself.”
“Go it, Elder 1 Go it, Elder,” with a
volley»of “Aniens,” was heard from all
parts of tho church, and after that the
deacons were never known to take any
axceptions to the pastor’s style.
Boys and Overcoats.
“Let me tell you,” it’s said all a Detroit mau for
other day, “that nonsense
to wrap up as they do nowadays.
when I was a. youngster such a
as a boy’s overcoat was never
of.”
“How did the little fellows keep worm
cold weather ?”
“Exercised, of course. I was raised
north, and in the winter I nad a
jacket and a pair of mittens, and
my ears up with a woolen comforter.
and in-soles aud flannel
and suoh were unknown
in those days, and it was cold
sometimes to freeze the horns
a brass monkey.” cold ?”
“Aud were l"wns vou never
“You bet cold, but I just run
it. An overcoat! Why, a boy in an
would have astonished the com¬
And the boys in those days
one pair of mittens to a winter.
If they lost them, they blew on their
fingers to keep them warm. If they
wore out, they patched the makes seat of sick the
mitten with leather. It me
to see the puny boys of to-day rolled up
like a lot of girls and afraid of catching
cold. And that is just how they catch cold,
too. Boys had sore throats in those days
and their grandmothers gargled them
with salt and water, and made them hot
doses of vinegar and molasses and butter,
and they got well the next day. They
didn’t die off at a minute’s notice be¬
cause they forgot to put on their arc¬
tics.”
And the indignant citizen went off
muttering. overcoats! Well, I should
"Boys in
smile to remember.”
Helping the Old Folks.
“The emigrant ticket business is light
at this season of the year,” saida steam¬
ship agent. “It is lighter than usual.
But the draft business is heavier thau
ever this year. I don’t think it was ever
so large before, although they sav it is
hard times. From my own business I
judge that New Irish girls aud some meu, o*
course, in Haveu aloue send an, av¬
erage of $100,000 over to the old country
in drafts every year. They delight m
help contributing the old folks out at of home.” their "earnings to
Mise en-soenb is the general get-up
or mounting of a play. The tertn was
first used by a French stags manager,
located in this country. Ac the end of
an act oue day everything wont wrong,
and the poor mau stamped abotrt the
stage, tearing his hair and exclaiming in
broken English: “Ah! me’s insaue—
me’s insane!”
ODDS AND ENDS.
Victoria, British Columbia, talks of s
£50,000 theatre.
Two counties in Idaho send Mormons
to the Legislature.
Women in Paraguay have exactly the
ssme rights as men.
In Paris they celebrate a divoroo by a
graud dinner or ball.
Tennessee hsc sixteen coal mines iu
successful operation.
Charges Harris of London invented
the pendulum in 1041.
Clocks which keep excellent time
may be bought for £1.
“They have orange trees in Florida
seventy-five years old.”
Oscar Wilde proposes to come ovei
igain aud bring his wife.
In 1120 the first striking clock was in¬
vented by a Cisterican monk.
The Umatilla Indians are buying and
planting fruit trees in Oregon.
There is likely to be an iron revival,
the pig-iron stock being light.
The Marquis of Lome is talked of few
the Lord Lieutenancy of Ireland.
It is regarded ns vulgar for Mexican
’adies to ride on horseback.
A seamstress has counted the stitches
in a shirt. There are 20,409.
At a carnival in Denver, Col., the
guests appeared in paper costumes.
The Prohibitionists carried Union
Parish, La., by a vote of 900 to 400.
In Valparaiso women are employed
exclusively as street car conductors.
At the late election, 94 of the 165 vo¬
ting-places in Chicago were in saloons.
The husband of the young Queen of
Madagascar is her grandfather and father.
A son of the Bishop of Rochester,
Englaud, has become a Roman Catholio.
“George W. Cable, the novelist, is
making §50,000 a year out of his read¬
ings.”
From surveys of the Gulf of Mexico
it appears that its area is 595,000 square
miles.
An inch announcement in a newspaper
is worth two miles of letters on a board
fence.
A TmitTEEN-year-old Bchool girl came other to day »
Chicngo Sunday the
drunk.
Canadian apples bring a higher price
in England than those from the United
States.
A Portugese - A frican Company has
been formed in Lisbon with a capital of
£500,000.
The death of Asa Hutchinson leaves
. John
none of that famous family bnt
and Abby.
The Petit Journal of Paris is now
said to have a daily circulation of 825,
000
The submarine telegraph cable be¬
tween Senegal and France has been
completed.
Over 5,000 duels occur annually in
France, chiefly among private soldiers
in the army.
The Japanese are said to be the most
polite nation in tho world. Politeness is
born in them.
The nunnal business of the 2,600 Brit¬
ish co-operative societies is stated (1883"
at $140,000,000.
The laundry bill of the Pullman
Palace Car Company amounts to
$120,000 a year.
A father and sou are under sentence
of death iu a Louisiana prison, and for
separate murders.
There are six persons in an average
farmer’s family, and the average price
of a farm is $3,000.
The leading lady lawyer of Robinson, Washing¬
ton Territory is Miss Lelia J.
formerly of Boston.
The - - ,ave a billiard table in St. Louis
which is spattered with tho life blood of
three different men.
The largest prime orchard in the
world is situated in Saratoga, Cal., and
oontains 16,000 trees.
The ninety elevators in the Red River
Valley are now filled, tho grain being
held for better prices.
Parson Brownlow was born in Vir¬
ginia and went to Tennessee ns a circuit¬
riding Methodist preacher.
“Roped to Rest,” is the way in which
a Kansas City paper recently announced
the execution of a murderer.
The father of young Ellsworth, who
was shot at Alexandria, still pastures his
son’s horse, which is now thirty-three
yeats old.
A rAiR of white satin slippers, em¬
broidered with pearls were recently pur¬
chased by a lady of New York at the
price of $500.
For the last thirty-four years thf
Bible societies of Englaud and Amerioa
have printed over 10,000 copies for each
business day.
The Macon (Ga.) Telegraph says the
New England farmer does more real work
before breakfast than his Georgia rival
in an entire day.
The editor of Punch, Mr. Burnand
lias among his “Happy Thoughts”
eleven unmarried daughters.
Eleven hundred and nine women reg¬
istered in Boston to vote for School
Committee against 701 last year.
There are so many seals in the river
at Oregon City, Or., been that salmon catch¬
ing with a seine has suspended.
Suicides are on the increase in France.
Five years ago the number was 17 to
every 100,000 inhabitants. Now it is 19.
There were 189,105 deserters from
the Union armies during the rebellion,
and 104,428 from the Confederate
ranks.
