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About Ninety Houses llarlcd to tlie
AhismL
A correspondent of the Glone-Demo-
crat, at Los Cruces, New Mexico, say?,
A tremendous water-spout suddenly ap
peared in the hills about a mile back of
the town at 5:30 p. M. on the iith of
September, and before the citizens had
time to comprehend the calamity, it was
upon them. The tall, dark column, com
posed of water and dust approached with
such velocity, that in less than ten min
utes from the time of its observance, and
before ten dollars’ worth of personal prop
erty could be saved by any one of the in
mates, sixty-three houses had been hurled
to the ground. The streets were soon
•covered to a depth of four or five feet
with water, and the current was of such
great strength that boulders of a large
size and corresponding weight were car
ried away.
Two hours later, rain fell in torrents,
and continued several hours. In all the
wreck and ruin of fallen houses and rush
ing waters, strange to say, not a single
life was lost. On Sunday, the entire pop
ulation was out repairing the damage as
much as possible, in order that the home
less might be housed and cared for. The
work was kept up on Monday, and every
body began to look cheerful) when, at 4
■o’clock, another water-spout made its ap
pearance from the exact spot where the
other was first noticed, and came on with
equal celerity. Sixteen houses that were
fortunate enough to escape the previous
visitation, were tumbled down, and their
contents totally destroyed. This flood
lasted three hours. The damage done by
these storms will figure up $150,000 at
the least calculation. Four of the houses
destroyed are valued at from $5,000 to
$10,000 each.
usually filled by the people waiting for
the appearance of the royalists. Theband
strikes up, and the line of princes and
princesses advance down the long hall
leading to the ball-room. The queen and
prince used formerly to preside at these
Drills. The queen does not come now,
the prince ana princes of Wales take her
E lace. First enters a line of gentlemen
caring long sticks. Behind them Come
the' princes*?"; howimr on each hand. The
princess of Wales advances first, with a
native, faltering, hesitating step, a
strange and mute delicious blending of
tiinidy and cnild-like confidence in her
manner. Then come, walking by twos,
some daughters of the queen. A Uer
man duchess of two follow her. The
Fouling of Wells.
The most insidious process is that of
the gradual fouling of the semi-porous
earth lying between the source of her
impurity and the drinking-water well.
In such cases tho exudation is usually
quite or nearly constant; there is no
opportunity for the air to restore the
filtering power of the soil, and it be
comes saturated with impurity inch by
inch, until, perhaps after several years,
the saturation reaches the well; then
every drop oozing in from this source
carries with it its atom of filth. While
the supply of water in the ground is
copious, and while there is more or less
circulation through the water veins, the
foulness may be too much diluted to do
harm; but in dry seasons, when the
supply recedes to a depth of only a few
feet at the bottom of the well, tne con
tribution of drain water continuing the
same, the dose becomes sufficient to pro
dr, ce its poisonous effect.
The dangerous character of the water
of such wells is often manifested by no
odor or taste of organic matter; the
chemical changes in this matter seem to
have been carried so far as to yield little
more than vivifying nitrates to the water,
their organic character having entirely
disappeared. Indeed, some of the most
dangerous well-waters are especially
sparkling and refreshing to the taste.
But the chemical processes which have
effected this change appear to have had
no effect, on the germs of disease—if
germs they he—which retain their inju
rious character to such a degree that the
worst results have often come of the use
of water that was especially sparkling
and pleasant ns a beverage.
A Ball at Buckingham Palace.
A writer on British royalty says: The
levees and the drawing-rooms may be
called the court ceremonials. These are
besides the court festivities, or the balls
and concerts at Buckingham palace.
There are four or five of these given in a
season—two balls and two concerts. The
balls are the larger and less select, but
much the more amusing. The ball-room
of the palace is a large, rectangular apart
ment. At one end is the orchestra, at the
other a raised dias on which the “royal
ties” sit. On each side, running the
length of the hall, are three tiers of
benches, which are for ladies and such
gentlemen as can get a seat. The tiers
on the left side of the dias are for diplo
matists. English society has the tiers on
the other side. By ten the ball-room is »tural industries,
courtesies of these German princesses are
indeed quite wonderful. After entering
the halt, one of them will espy (such, I
suppose, is the fiction) some person to
whom she wishes to bow, and she then
proceeds to execute a performance of
some minutes’ duration. Before courtc-
sying, she stops and looks at the person
to be saluted as a frightened horse ex
amines intently the object which alarms
him; she then sinks slowly backward al
most to the ground, and recovers herself
with the same slowness. It would seem
that such a genuflection must be of ne
cessity ridiculous. But it is not so in the
least; it is quite successful and rather
pleasing. After the ladies, comes the
prince of Wales and his suite. The roy
alties then go upon the stage, and, after
music, the hall begins.
Mark Twain’s Dying Wish.
An incident of Mark Twain’s Califor
nia life is thus related by the Sonoma
Democrat: Sam Clemens while a res
ident of Jackass Hill, in this county, be
came imbibed with the idea that his
future existence depended upon a sight
of tho Big Trees; so one day he started,
accompanied by his mining partner.
After passing Murphy’s the “lay of the
county” became unfamiliar to tne travl-
ers, and as night closed upon them they
came to the conclusion that they were
not only lost, but that the prospects of
food and shelter for the night were as
slim as they well could be. They had
followed a wood road to the summit of a
chapparel-crowned hill and did not know
which way to turn to reach the road
again. After floundering around in the
chemisal for tar-weed for an hour or
more they reached a road near an ap
parently deserted house. Their halloos
soon brought around them as vicious a
pack of dogs as ever haunted the canine-
infested streets of Constantinople. They
numbered toward fifty and not one of
them was dumb. They dashed at Sam
and his companion with murderous fury,
compelling them both to seek a tremb
ling resting place on the fence. The
howls of the dogs finally brought about
twenty of their masters from tne houses,
and these men must have smiled in the
twilight when their eyes fell upon Clem
ens and his friend clinging with heel and
hand to the top rail of the fence • sur
rounded by the hungry, snapping dogs.
They proved to be Italians, who did not
understand a word of English. Then,
and not till then, did Clemens lose his
temper. He swore at himself for get
ting into the scrape. He cursed his
companion for not knowing the road.
He anathematized the Italians for com
ing to this country before they had
mastered the English language. He
profanely alluded to the gap in his early
education that had not been filled in
with the soft, melodious tongue of Italy,
winding up his remark with a glance of
concentrated hate at the pack of yelping
dogs beneath him, sis he turned to his
companion and in that inmitable, lazy
drawl so peculiar to him, said: “ Do
you know, Jim, if I might at this mo
ment ask a favor of Providence, after
my familiarity with His name, if it was
to be the last, yearning desire of my
heart, I would asV that I might be con
verted into a ton of prime Deef, loaded
with strychnine, ana dumped among
that gang of curs. I’d die contented
after that.”
The following interesting particulars
concerning the life of Pietro Viani, the
artist, whose tragic death caused much
interest in New York recently, are given
by a correspondent of the Cincinnati En
quirer: Pietro Viani was a son of a bar
ber in Rome. His age was about thirty-
two. To those who are acquainted with
Viani’s early life his romantic suicide is
not at all a surprise. About' four years
since young \iani became desperately
enamored of a married lady in Romo.
His passion was returned, although the
lady was twenty years his senior—a wo
man of great beauty and good social
standing. After a time Viani grew des
perately jealous of “ ladamedesapensee,”
and the result was a quarrel. One day
the lady drove to the studio of her dis
carded lover to make peace. She had
not been there more than half an hour
when the' loud report of a pistol was
heard. The janitor rushed up stairs, but
found that Signor Viani had firmly se
cured the windows and doors. So the
janitor was compelled to “ break ” in,
and on entering saw the unfortunate wo
man bathed in olood, while Viani had Ja
terrible gash one side of his throat.
The lady was then taken home, and after
six weeks of suffering she recovered.
Of course her husband was furious when
all was revealed, and as divorces do not
exist in Rome a formal separation took
place. The lady left for France. Mean
while Viani had fully recovered, and en
deavored to give society an explanation
for his rash conduct by saying tne shoot
ing was purely accidental; the lady while
in his studio took up the pistol, &c., &c.,
but all this failed, and the young man
had to leave Rome. He came to Amer
ica and had a charming studio in the
house of Dr. Ogden Doremus, on Union
jlace. He went a great deal in the very
iest society, but was exceedingly melan
choly. At a soiree one evening I met
him for the third time in three years.
One theme was ever on his lips—“L’amore
cortanie,” as he beautifully expressed it
in Italian. He spoke French fluently
but incorrectly, and very little English.
His face was not a striking one. His
eyes were a deep brown and bore a
marked expression of sadness. As an
artist his coloring was of the “ Veronese
school,” his painting ideal. He painted
a portrait of the Princess Margaret (fu
ture queen of Italy) which so pleased
her royal highness that she sent him a
handsome amethyst ring enriched with
diamonds, which he always wore on his
third finger. He painted a beautiful
K '.rait or Miss Seward, also one of her
er, Clarence Seward, and many other
prominent persons in New York. His
idealistic pictures were sad and terrible.
“ Jealousy,” representing a large female
figure in Oriental dress, with a beautiful
blonde head bathed in a dish of blood,
was a very large painting, and was exhib
ited at Chicago last year. He also had
one in Cincinnati, “ After the Battle,”
which represented a widow and two
children gazing on their dead father.
The “ First Grief” was on exhibition
this spring at the Academy of Design,
New York. It was a young girl with
her dead bird in her hand. Viani was
very ixipular with the ladies at Saratoga
and Newport last summer. He loved
too well, but not wisely, and to love and
§ rief may he attributed his untimely
eatli.
Viani’s Romance. USEFUL KNOWLEDGE.
The Magnetic Equator.—During
M. Janssen’s recent visit to Siam, he had
an opportunity to make some interesting
magnetic observations in the peninsula
of Malacca. He found that the mag
netic equator passes through Ligor and
Singora, the inclination being there re
duced to zero; and he was also able to
find a line of no variation, in a different
position from that previously laid down.
The whole number of locomotives in
the world is estimated at fifty thousand,
of which nearly fifteen thousand are in
the United States, and nearly eleven
thousand in Great Britain. Tlie aggre-
f ;ate horse-power is estimated at ten mil-
ions, and all the engines in the United
States—locomotives, marine and station
ary—are supposed to foot up fourteen
millions horse-power.
Lime improves the quality of any
grain crop growing on land to which it
is applied. The grains have thinner skin,
are neavier and give more flour. The
flour is said to be richer in gluton, but
there is much difference of opinion on
the subject. It is said to hasten the
ripening of wheat, but our experience is
quite different on this point, as we have
known it to delay the ripening of grain
crops. A more marked improvement is
produced in both the quantity and qual
ity of the spring-sown tnan of the winter-
sown crops. It hardens the straw of
cereals and prevents it from falling down
under the weight of the ear. Potatoes,
turnips, peas, Deans, rape, colza, and all
the bramca tribe are greatly improved
by lime. On flax alone it is injurious,
diminishing the strength of the fiber.
Hence, in Belgium flax is not grown on
limed land until seven years after the
lime has been applied.
Duties of Farmers.—-Farming is not
only a profession, but of all professions
it embraces the widest range of scientific
propositions and practical facts, and
affords the widest field for the exercise
of the philosophic and analytic mind.
Instead of the brightest boys being sent
to a medical college for a field worthy of
their talents, they should be educated
practically in the duties of agriculture.
It is a prominent duty of the farmer
so to pursue his calling as to inspire a
respect for it in the minds of his chil
dren and so train them that they shall
be able to pursue it successfully, which
can only be affected by his availing him
self of every advantage resulting from
the discoveries of science and the accu
mulated experience of the past. This
will at once strip farming of almost
every disagreeable feature, and clothe it
with attractions possessed by no other
business.
As at present conducted there is a
large amount of very disagreeable labor
required to he peiformed in farming, and
it is mainly to th's fict that we owe the
desertion of that business for others by
country boys. Science and human skill
must relieve this, and undoubtedly will,
if the farmer will avail himself of their
aids.—Exchange.
A Gory Conqueror.
—Said a distinguished politician to
his soil: “Look at me! I began os an
Alderman, and here I am at tne ton of
the tree; and what is my reward? Wh
when I die, my son will be the greatest
rascal in the city.” To this the young
hopeful replied: “ Yes, dad, when you
die—but not till then.”
OnT of every one hundred people in
Kansas forty-nine are engaged in agricul-
Good Rules for Milking..--The pro
prietor of an extensive cheese-factory in
New York issues a code of rules to his
patrons, from which we select the follow
ing, which will be useful to all concerned
in the care of cows or in the dairy inter
ests:
1. Milch cows should have free ac
cess at all time to good running water.
2. They should never lie heated by
being run, stoned or dogged.
3. The utmost cleanliness should be
observed in milking, and by no menus
wet the hands iu the milk while milking.
4. No can of milk should stand where
it will absorb the barn-yard or stable
odor, or any other scent.
5. The milk should be~strnined and
welPaired immediately after having been
drawn from the cow.
6. Some arrangement for effectually
And what ails you ?” asked his honor
of the first man out.
“ Weakness,” was the mild reply.
“How?”
“ Can’t stand up under a pint of
whisky as I could when I left the army.”
“ Don’t try any jokes on me, old relic
of gory battlefields,” continued the
court. “ You were in the army, oh ?”
“ Five years.”
“ Did you go as a sutler or a colonel.”
“Sutlers didn’t get them oft’, did
they?” asked the vet as he held up a
hand minus three fingers, “ nor bullets
in the shoulder, nor sabre cuts on the
head ? No, sir; I fit—waded right for
the jaws of death 1 ”
“ And now you wade for the jaws of
demijohns and decanters ? ”
“ 1 got drunk,” answered the soldier,
“but it was a mean, stinking drunk—
none o’ the old sort we had during the
war-time. I’m kinder sorry, hut I’m
going to stand by the colors and take
sentence.”
“ Your nose is red, your eyes bleary,
cooling is at all times verv desirable, and vnn r vni~ down’ ii™, r l” ’
when the milk is kept.at home over night ^ !irle3 Hildreth,” said the coJrt, “and
it is evident to me that whisky is kill-
indsipensable.
Lemon Pie.—Yelks two eggs, white
one, juice and rind of one lemon, eight
tablespoons sugar, hot milk added the
last thing; bake and add when done the
whites of two eggs, four spoons sugar
well beaten, return to the oven and
lightly brown.
ing you. Still I’ll try you once. It
isn’t the right way to attempt the con-
S uest of the world by carrying your bat-
e flag on your nose, hut there is one
chance in a million for you to reform.
’Bout face, forward—guide right—
march!”