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A BEAUTIFUL POEM.
The following beautiful poem, says Liter
w > Life, was written by Bayard Taylor
when a young man visiting Italy, and was
dedicated to “Lulie,” daughter of Hiram
Powers, she being the inspiration thereof. A
manuscript copy of it was given by Mrs.
Foawrs to Miss M. E. Abbott, who gave it to
us. It was never published by the poet :
TO AN AMERICAN CHILD IN ITALY.
The warm Italian sun has shone,
Sweet child, upon thy curls of gold,
Till they have caught a softer tone
Prom this bright land of memories old!
The blue of northern skies has met
The southern twilight in thine eyes;
And that fair brow bears on it yet
The brightness of the western skies.
But not on Freedom’s distant strand
Thy infant eyes first saw the light;
They gazed on southern sunny land—
By sun and memory doubly bright!
The childhood sports in laurel bowers,
In arbors rich with bending vines—
Thou look’st on Florence’ domes and towers
And on the far blue Apennines.
Thou see st the olive’s moonlight groves
That gleam and wave in Arno’s vale,
Where, drunk with sweets, the zephyr roves
And bears to colder climes his talel
These wake no thought in thy young mind
Of lands beyond the heaving sea,
With suns less soft and colder wind,
But with a people proud and free!
Its mighty streams thou ne’er hast seen—
Ne’er looked upon its rocky strand,
Its giant hills and forests green,
That clothe the broad and glorious land!
But keep the blissful hope, sweet child,
That thou wilt see them all ere long,
And in their beauty, fresh and wild,
Forget the sunny land of song!
Let not these purple hills and skies
Grow warm and homelike round thy heart
’Till yearnings for their forms arise,
When thou hast wandered far apart)
But dream of forests old and grand,
1 Of mountains swept by purer air;
And when thou treadest Freedom’s land
Thy heart will plant its homestead there!
DUEL IN THE DARK.
“Did I ever tell you about tho way
Ben Clough saved the whaleship Sharon?”
said a ship broker, formerly a sailor, as
he sat the other day in his cosey office on
the East river water front. “Ben was a
New Bedford sailor and shipped as a
third mate out-of his home port in 1841.
I was before the mast as a youngster in
the same ship. We had a fairish run of
luck for the first year, and .on tbh.15th
Of , October _ , tho . into
next year put Aseen
eion for wood, water, and recruits. We
got our supplies, but instead of ini......i
•ing our crew eleven men deserted, ..i d
on the 27th we sailed away for Port
• •. Jackson, having only seventeen men on
.board, including four natives of the
King’s Mills group aud a Dago boy
named Manuel. We were out a little
over a week when the lookout reported
a school of whales on the lee bow, and
Captain Norris ordered out two boats,
leaving no one on board’except himself,
three of the islanders, and the boy
Manuel. The boat I was in made fast to
a whale after an exciting *chase, and we
soon had it spouting blood, for Ben
Clough, who was acting as the mate’s
steersman, was a master hand at the
lance, and the mate was no slouch at giv¬
ing orders. The ship soon ran down to
us, and we made the whale fast along¬
side, and then away we went for another
whale. We had pulled about a mi e and
a half away when Mr. Smith, the mate,
who had just looked at the ship, said:
“What’s the matter with the ship?”
“All hands stopped rowing to look.
The maintopgallantsail was coming
down on the run, some one was aloft,
and the ship was yawing around as if
she was trying to sail three ways at once.
While we looked we saw the signal
hauled down to half-mast, and then we
laid ourselves to the oars and pulled for
the ship. Wc weren’t over twenty min¬
utes getting within hail of her. Manuel
was in the maintop throwing his arms
around wildly, aud shouting that the
islanders had killed the captain. Just
then a big native, stark naked, jumped
on the rail with a cutting spade in his
hand, and danced about in a wild way
to show us he wasn’t afraid of us. We
could see that bis companions had stacked
up axes and all sorts of weapons and
tools at both rails ready to keep us off.
There wasn’t a gun or a pistol in our
boat, and as the savages were above us
they had a great advantage. Pretty soon
the fellow on the rail spoke to the na
tivethat was in our boat, but was an
swered with a shake of the head. In
; stantly jumping to the deck, he threw
the cook’s axe with such precision that
the native in our boat had to dodge, and
even then got a slit cut in the back of
this shirt. The axe was followed by a
heavy bone belaying pin, which was
shattered to pieces on the rail of our
boat. Ben Clough had darted his lance
at the fellow twice, but the warp was
too short to reach the distance, and we
found it more comfortable to
the case at longer range. Ben wanted
to pull in, but Smith was. too cautious.
“To prevent accidents in case of a
' /of wind, the mate told Manuel to cut
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 17. 1885.
sheets and halliards on the fore and
main, so that the sails would hang flap¬
ping, but when Ben Clough wanted the
fore-royal stay cut so that it would drop
over into the water and give him some¬
thing by which he could climb to the
jibboom, the boy had got so badly tuck¬
ered out that he couldn’t do it. It was
8 o’clock when we first saw the trouble
on hoard, and we finally waited for
night to come to enable Ben Clough to
try a plan which he proposed. It would
have been better if we had waited until
midnight, hut Mr. Smith, had to use his
authority even to keep the man from
plunging into the water and shinning up
the cutwater. Meantime the sharks had
oome around for the dead whale that
was alongside, and were streaking
through the water and making a great
stir to leeward. When night had fully
come Ben took a knife in his mouth and
slipped over the stem of the boat, which
was then just beyond the end of the jib
boom. He did not dare to strike out
lest the stir in the water should attract
the attention of the watchful savages, sp<
he trod water slowly toward the stem of
the ship. Two big sharks came around,
but did not seem to understand the ver¬
tical figure in the water, and gave him
no occasion to use his knife. It was
nearly two hours before he ended Ms sus¬
pense by diving under the sMp’s quarter
and coming up alongside of the rudder.
Then he easily reached the open cabin
window and crawled inside. Here he
stripped himself, so that in case of a tus¬
sle with the savages they would have
nothing to get hold of, and then he
hunted up the muskets. Two only were
in order to load, and when charged were
put at the foot of the cabin stairway. It
was absolutely dark in the cabin, but he
managed to get his work done. While
getting a cutlass he heard a footstep on
the cabin stairs, and the next minute
something knocked over the arms stand¬
ing at the foot of the stairway. Ben,
with his cutlass in hand, crawled over
that way, saw the dim outline of the
savage against the sky over the com¬
panionway, and plunged the cutlass
through that outline. Ashe drew it out
(he savage seized the blade, and then
began a desperate struggle for its pos¬
session. The savage, although desperately
wounded, was p powerful man. Grasp
• the we with bot h hands, he
twisted the blade around, cutting Ben’s
right palm to the bone. But when ho
i closed in to throw Ben he made a mis
take. Ben had him on the floor in no
time and one eye gouged out, aud was
sawing his neck with the dull blade of
the cutlass in a vain effort to cut his hoad
off. Finally the savage ceased to strug¬
gle and Ben arose, supposing his op¬
ponent dead. No sooner had he done
so than the savage jumped up, cutlass
in hand, but he was too much exhausted
by the ]ogs of blood to do more tban
j st|jke one or tw0 bloWi tbat did but i it -
tie harm.
“Although the two men never uttered
a cry during the fight, the sounds of the
conflict must have attracted the attention
of one of the savages on deck. As Ben
went over to the cabin stairs he saw one
of them peering down with a cutting
spade in hand. Ben picked up a mus¬
ket, and, aiming at the Bavage, pulled
the trigger. The old flintlock snapped
and missed fire. The savage was unable
to see down in the cabin, and probably
did not understand the sound of the
musket lock. At any rate he did not
move, and Ben tried again without suc¬
cess to firo the musket. The third time,
however, the gun went off, and the fel¬
low pitched headlong down the stairway,
the cutting spade which ho held striking
Ben’s left arm right in the swell of the
muscle, and cutting a fearful gash. The
sound of the shot brought the third sav¬
age aft with a cutting spade, and Ben
reached for the other musket. It was
no use. The wounds in his hand and
arm were so painful that he could not
raise the weapon. The savage stopped
to listen for a minute, and, hearing
nothing, ran forward and jumged over¬
board, although neither Ben nor the rest
of us in the boats, which was then under
the 8tern> knew it . Ben heard us and
shouted for be i P) 8ay i ng that two of the
gavages were dea d, but the mate would
not believ0 it, having heard but one
gbot> g 0 g en ga t do wn on the floor and
let tbe blood .run, after expressing his
opinion of two boatloads of men that
would allow a shipmate to face three
savages, and then when he had killed
two of them let him die for want ol help
to bind up a wound. The men couldn’t
stand that, and were soon climbing
through the cabin window. A candle
showed Ben’s condition, and the two
savages lying on the floor. The first one
was still alive, and the mate finished
him. Then, having loaded the muskets,
the men went on deck. Captain Norris
lay on the quarter deck all hacked to
pieces. We pitched the dead savages
over to the sharks, and next day gave
the captain a decent burial. The other
mutineer had, meantime, crawled on
board again, and was found in the fore¬
hold. Borne of the sailors wanted to
pitch him overboard, but Ben wouldn’t
allow it. We landed him at Port Jack
son, and he was hanged for mutiny.”
“What did the owners say?”
“They were about as well pleased with
Ben's bravery as anybody* you ever saw.
We made a very profitable voyage, any¬
how, and the owners used the money to
lay the keel of a new ship, of which they
made Ben the captain and part owner.
He sailed her many years, and was very
successful .”—New York Sun.
Fleecing the Farmers.
“Here’s a notice of a note I’ve got to
pay that I had much rather use to choke
a Chicago dude with,” said an angry
farmer as he started off toward the
hank with the piece of paper rolled up
with a hundred and twenty dollars with
which to redeem the note.
“What’s a Chicago dude got to do
with it?”
“A good deal. I’ve got to pay this
$120 and interest at one per cent, a
month for six cloth. months I’m for not about alone.j $30j
worth of But
There’s comfort in that. Misery does
love company. It shows a fellow isn’
the only fool in the world, which fur¬
nishes more consolation to me than you
might think.
“Oh, you want to know about this
Chicago fellow, do you? Well, last
summer and fall the fellow came here
from Chicago to sell a lot of goods be¬
longing to a busted dry goods firm. He
didn’t sell the stuff in Denver, hut went
among the farmers. He had the glib¬
best tongue I ever heard wag, and he
was actually the best and most accom¬
modating fellow I ever saw.
“A peddler would starve to death out
in our neighborhood, but this pesky sin
ncr sold a lot of goods to every one of
my neighbors. He carried a largo
of cloth with him, and went-through the;
same programme everywhere he went, I
rememher perfectly well how he confl
acnced me. He had a large amount of
cloth, and said he was agent for an im
mouse stock of bankrupt goods. He got
me and my folks to look at them, and
told us he could let us have them
Wholesale price, and that a Set of tailors!
were following him, and would mane up
the goods without extra cost to us, so we
could get our clothing at about half of
the usual price. Not only that. He didn’t
care for the money now. That could be
paid in two or three’or six months, just
as I wished about it. There never had
been such a glorious chance to save a few
dollars, The goods were evidently very
cheap, He showed me how much they
had been marked down.
“I got enough for a complete suit for
each of the boys, and additional goods
until my bill reached $120. Then he
brought out a book full of blank notes
and filled one out for me to sign, explain¬
ing all the time that he liked to accom
modate people. Then he paid seventy
five cents for dinner, saying that he
would not beat; he charged me for his
goods and wanted to pay for mine. He
was the best fellow you ever saw.
“But the tailor didn’t come. I talked
the matter over with my neighbors and
we investigated and found that we had
got about one-third the worth of our
money. We also found that the notes
we gavo were such that we wouid be
compelled to pay them. They had been
prepared with an eye to an emergency
like this. We couldn’t find our glib
friend; he had indorsed the notes overto
his firm, and gone to new pastures green.
The notes were left with one of our home
banks, and the last sinner of us have.had
to pay. He never accepted a note.except
where it was backed by property. Over
twenty farmers that I know of haveihad
to pay or will have to pay soon, and
every one of them were swindled. I
have heard of more than a hundred of
the notes, and suppose that they ( repre¬
sent but a small part of the fraud’s opera¬
tions. You can put it down that the
next ‘agent’ that comes along will meet
with anything but a lucrative business,”
and the indignant ranchman went off to
denounce the swindle at the bank, accuse
that honorable institution with standing
n with the Chicago dude, and to pay the
note.— Denver (Col.) Times.
A Mexico letter to the Boston Olobe
says: One of the most successful news¬
papers in Mexico is the Album de la Mujtrr
(the Woman’s Album), a paper that
hits the feminine taste, and is a credit to
the able manageress and editoress, Con¬
cepcion Gimeno de Flaquer. This paper
makes, I am credibly informed, a neat
annual profit for the lady who owns
it. Then there are papers devoted to
music, to agriculture, to the bull ring
and the theatres, to the doctors, to pub¬
lic school teachers, etc. Every class
seems to have its organ provided for it.
LONG-LIVED PEOPLE.
Features of a Classified Record of
Ten Thousand Centenarians.
A Syracuse (N. Y.) letter to the New
York Tribune says: Joseph E. Perkins,
a newsdealer of this city, is about to
publish a book entitled “The Encyclo¬
pedia of Human Longevity,” which is
the result of thirty-eiget years of inves¬
tigation on his part. The book will con¬
tain an authentic record of a large num¬
ber of people, men and women, who
have attained the age of one hundred
years of more. The only exception to
this is the case of a man who died at the
age of ninety-nine years and three hun¬
dred and sixty-four days, and whom Mr.
Perkins regards ^ virtually a centena¬
rian. The book will represent an im¬
mense amount ot labor and research, and
its author believes that it may be relied
on as accurate in every instance.
“1 have,” said Mr. Perkins, in speak¬
ing of his book, “more than 10,000 in¬
stances" of people who have lived one
hundred years and more. These names
have been gathered from every part of
the globe. This country leads in lon¬
gevity, and Connecticut is at the front
among tho United States. In that State
I have gathered statistics in regard to
more than 6,000 persons who were more
than eighty years of age, and of this
number twenty were beyond the century
limit. As regards sex the majority of
these 20,000 centenarians were women.
I account for this by tho fact that they
lead loss irregular lives than men. I
have instances of fifty old maids who
come up to my century standard, and
only twelve bachelors. As regards oc¬
cupation I find that sailors, soldiers and
farmers are the longest lived. Among
the professions I have tho instances of
yoo ministers who lived to one hundred
.years and more, while I could find only
thirty doctors, ten lawyers and ten actors
whe came up to the standard. lean
find no case among my 10,000 of a news
paper man who has lived to be one hun
dred years old. Newspaper men do so
much brain work that they die young.”
Coming to special instances, Mr. Per¬
kins added: “Among the oldest people
In the United States were Flora Thomp
s™, * negress of Nashua, N. C., who
died at the age of 150years;Betsy Fraut
ham, a native of Germany, who died in
Tennessee at the ago of 154 years; and
Bins, a slave, who died in Virginia, 180
years old. I have the cases of ten per¬
sons who lived in safety for 100 years and
were then burned to death. In Onondaga
county I have the sketches of fifty
centenarians. Among them is the Rev.
Daniel Waldo, who died in 1864 at the
age of nearly 102 years. For more than
sixty years ho was a clergyman in the
Presbyterian church, and on the anni¬
versary of his 100th birthday he preached
a sermon in the First Presbyterian church
of Syracuse, The Inst six pensioners of
the Revolutionary war were centenarians
and I have their photographs. Then
there was John Weeks, of New London,
Conn,, who married his tenth wife when
he was 106 years of age and she only six¬
teen. He died at the age of 114. His
gray hairs had fallen off and they were
renewed by a dark growth of hair.
Several new teeth had also made their
appearance, and a few hours before his
death he ate three pounds of pork, two
or throe pounds of bread, and drank a
pint of wine. Nicholas Schathcowski,
of Posen, was another old fellow. He
deposed on oath before the council of
Constance, A. D. 1414, that he was one
hundred and fifty years of age, and
his father, whose age at the time of his
death was nearly two hundred,
remember the death of the first king
Poland, A. D. 1025. Among the oddi¬
ties to be found in my book will be the
photograph of a man who died at the
age of one hundred and
years. He had 144 children,
dren, and great-grandchildren, and
lived them all. Then there was Margaret
McDowal, of Edinburgh, who died
the age of one hundred and six.
married and survived thirteen husbands.
John Rovin and his wife, of Hungary,
lived together as man and wife for
years. He was one hundred and
four and she one hundred and
two years at the time they died, and
their youngest son was one hundred
sixteen years old when the parents died.
“Then there is the case of a man
married sixteen times and had no
dren. This case is offset by that
another centenarian who had forty-nin
children. John Riva, an exchange
ker of Italy, lived to the age of one
dred and sixteen years and had
cMld born to him after he
one hundred years old. Betz, a Sioux
squaw, who died a little while ago,
for moro than one hundred years. She
had been the wife in turn of an
officer, an Indian chief, a border
wayman, and a ^Methodist minister.
VOL. V. New Series. No. 32.
William Ward, of Westchester county.
N. Y., died in 1778 at the age of 107,
He was a member of the Ward family
who were among the earliest settlers in
Westchester county, and the particulars
of his life and death were given in the
Now York papers of the time. His
brother John was a magistrate, and at¬
tended court in White Plains, N. Y., ns
late as 1773. Another queer incident
is that of a centenarian who was married
four times and. had a daughter by each
wife. These daughters married and each
of them had fourteen children. Theu
there was a man who went over the cen
jury lino and had twenty-two cliildreu.
His first was a boy, and girls and boys
came after that in regular rotation.
There was a person known as Elizabeth
Page, who lived in London, and died at
the age of 108 years. This person had
acted as a midwife, and was supposed
to be a woman. After death, however,
it was ‘discovered that the supposed
woman was a man. ”
Railroad Sickness.
A Lima (Peru) letter to the Philadel¬
phia Press describes the wonderful rail¬
road which ascends from the Peruvian
capital to the crest of the Andes. The
writer says:
The sensation of riding up this rail¬
road, together with the rapid ascent
from the sea level to the mountain’s crest,
produces a sickness called “sirocche,’’
often fatal, and usually sending people
to bed for several weeks. The symptoms
are a terrible pressure upon the temples,
nausea, bleeding at tho nose and ears
and faintness, but the effects can bo
avoided by taking precautions and ob¬
serving rules that experience has sug¬
gested, the chief ono being to drink a
glass of brandy and keep perfectly quiet,
as tho slightest degree of exercise will
floor the strongest man. People who
are compelled to make the ascent, if they
have not become accustomed to it,
usually take two or three days for the
journey, stopping off at the stations along
the lino, and going to bed at once upon
reaching the town of Chicla, which
stands at the summit.
Here wc got our first erlimpse of tho
condor, the king of tho Andes, whose
flight is higher than that of any other
bird and “whose unwinking eye,” etc.,
the poets have discoursed about. Here,
too, wo found the llama, the beast of
burden in the Andes as the camel is in
tho deserts of the old world, and the
vicuna, that rare mountain sheep peculiar
to Peru, whose silken wool was the im¬
perial ermine of the Incas, which none
hut those of royal blood were allowed to
wear. Mules and horses and cattle are
useless at this altitude, being even more
subject to “sirocche” than men. The
milk and flesh of goats and llamas consti¬
tute the diet of the people, and a haunch
of the vicuna is as delicate as the finest
venison.
The Baboon and tho Kitten.
Dr. Alfred E. Brehm tells the follow¬
ing in the Popular Science Monthly: I
took one of these baboons—it was a fe¬
male—along to my home in Germany,be¬
cause she had always proved to be of
extraordinary sagacity, and actually ex¬
hibited a far greater intelligence than
the average of the countrywomen of
Thuringia, where I was living. Apes in
general like other creatures, providing
they submit to their caressing and fond¬
ling. My baboon at first concentrated
her tenderness upon the children of the
village, but, to her great sorrow, found
no reciprocity. Then she turned to cats
and dogs, aud teased and tormented
them in every way. A bright pussy,
which the most of the time she carried
in her arms, was tired one day of her
company and attempted to escape. The
ape strongly objected, and the kitten in
its struggle, scratched her in the shoul¬
der. Gravely the baboon seized one of
the paws of her pet, examined it care¬
fully, and finding, probably, the sharp
claws a dangerous superfluity in so small
a being, bit them all off, one by one.
The First Interviewer.
A recent Washington letter to the
New York Herald says: Anne Royal,
who was the originator of the American
system of interviewing, had her office in
one of them for a number of years. She
published two weekly papers—one, Paul
Pry, and afterward Ituntress. Anne
Royal had an assistant named Sally
Brass. They both had the reputation of
being blackmailers. They forced hun¬
dreds to subscribe by threatening tbatif
they did not the Paul Pry or Huntress
would print some scandals about them.
In those days, according to Anne Royal,
female lobbyists “wore scouped bats and
long veils. ” They dress differently now.
In 1829 Anne Royal was indicted for
being a common scold. She died in
1854, aged ninety-two. Sally Brass pre¬
ceded her about ten years. Anne Royal
was the widow of a Revolutionary offi¬
cer. She was of Irish descent and was
born in Maryland.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Energy insures success in business.
The great use of books is to rouse us
to thought.
Happiness, like youth and health, is
ravel v appreciated until it is lost.
There is nothing so sweet as duty, and
all the best pleasures of life come in tho
wake of duties done.
There is nothing lower than hypocrisy.
To profess friendship and act enmity is
a suie proof of total depravity.
On the diffusion of cducatioiwamong
the people rests the preservation and
perpetuation of our free institutions.
We should never wed an opinion for
better or for worse; what wo take upon
good grounds we should lay down upon
better.
There is a beautiful moral feeling con¬
nected with everything in rural life,
which is not dreamed of in the philoso¬
phy of the city.
Never was any person remarkably un
grateful who was not also insufferably
proud, nor any one proud who was not
equally ungrateful.
Simple emotion will not suffice to ele¬
vate the character or improve the life.
Thero must bo power of self-denial,
strength of will, persevering effort.
Everybody is making mistakes. Every¬
body is finding out afterward that he has
made a mistake. But there can bo no
greater mistake than the stopping to
worry over a mistake already made.
There ore no little enemies; people
either hate you with their whole hearts,
or they don’t hate you at all. This
hating a little is like blowing up a pow¬
der mill a little,'for all know it cannot
be done.
As a tree is fertilized by its own
broken branches and falling loaves, and
grows out of its decay, so men and na¬
tions are bettered and improved by trial,
and refined out of bitter hopes and
blighted expectations.
A man is spent by his work; ho will
not lift his hand to save his life; he can
never think more. Ho sinks into pro
found sleep and wakes with renewed
youth, with hope, courage, fertile in re¬
sources and keen for daring adventure.
Baby Brooding.
!
In 1878 a distinguished surgeon of
Paris, Dr. Tarnier, visiting an establish¬
ment for hatching chickens, established
in the garden of acclimation in Paris,
was struck with the idea of using the
same sort of apparatus for infants born
prematurely, or having a very weak con¬
stitution.
In tho latter part of 1880 he had a
Bpecial model constructed for the pur¬
pose, and this brooder for infants, as it
may be called, was exhibited in the mid¬
dle of the brooders for domestic fowls.
The majority of tho visitors to the expo¬
sition supposed that it was a joke. Nev¬
ertheless, the brooder, or “conveuse,”
was destined for the Maternity hospital
of Paris where it was first put in use in
November, 1881.
These couveuses are large boxes of
wood, with doublo walls, resting on a
pedestal. They are divided into two
compartments, the lower containing
warm water and tho upper tho bed of tho
infant. The upper compartment is cov¬
ered by two plates of glass, which are
movable, through which may be seen the
condition of the infant and the tempera¬
ture indicated by a thermometer placed
within. A sufficient number of openings
are made to give communication with
external air, which enters from below,
passes over the warm-water heating sur¬
face, and then into the compartment,
rom which it escapes. The infant is
thus placed in a warm-air bath, the tem¬
perature of which is maintained con¬
stantly at thirty degrees centigrade, or
eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit. The
greatest difficulty is to maintain this con*
stant temperature. The heat is supplied
by a special lamp.
The results obtained by the employ¬
ment of the conveuse are worthy of the
attention. From November, 1881, to
July, 1883, there were treated by this
method 151 infants, of whom ninety-one
had been prematurely bom and the
others very feeble. A healthy infant
born at full time weighs 3,500 grams.
Those infants which at birth weigh less
than 2,000 grams are considered as very
feeble; that is, it is more - probable that
they will die than that they will live. Sta¬
tistics show for such infants a mortality
of about sixty-five per cent. With the eon
veuse, out, of ninety-two infants prema¬
turely born thirty-one died and sixty
one lived. The time which an infant is
kept in tho conveuse varies from ono day
to six weeks, according to its condition.
—Paris La Semicircle.
Nine-tenths of all the forecasts made
last year by the French weather bureau
are said to have been verified.
