CHEROKEE ADVANCE
CANTON, : : i r GEORGIA.
REPUBLICJSI.HUt - (THRKK GEJfRBA*
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nmaT.
•Rqair* Otcil «t hit hipn-archtd gata,
Stood with bit ron and heir;
Amand him aprttd hit rich *«tata,
Noar rose th* mi union fair.
And wha* a neighbor, ragged, sad,
Unlearned, pa«wd that way,
The father turned, and to the lad
Thoae kindly word* did aay :
" There foea poor Muggin* l Ah, my aon,
llow thankfnl weatiould he
That our republic glTea a chance
To fellow* such aa he ! "
third.
Itlan Muerinn l>lat*d In Jeweled light.
And ***4.1 in ai.ken aheen;
Her courtier* thought a maid ao bright
And beauleona ne'er wee acen.
Aloft aho held her haughty heed,
Surveyed her Parte olothea !
"And I must patronise,” the aaid,
** Mtaa Cecil, I supp-me.
H f-he’a |w»or, aha teechea. haa no atyle!
In Europe, now— bnt oh l
In thla republic, we're o'mi polled
To meet alt kind*, you know 1 n
—-JScnl/Aer’e Hupa/ma,
THE LHTLE HOOTS.
In tho morning, on leaving my room,
I used to boo tiiB shoos rnrcfully pi boo. 1
besido my own !>oforo tho door. Tlioy
were little, Inood boot*, rutlnr worn and
tarnished by the rough usage to which
ho subjected thorn. Tho aoloa wori
somewhat thin in placos, and a little
lioln monneod tho toe of tho right foot.
Tho strings, loose and limp, hung rare
loBBly to tho right nnd loft. By the
•wellingof the leather, I could easily
recognize the poeltlon oocupiod by hie
groat and little toes, and all tho occus-
toiuod movements of his foot hiwl loft
tljoir IroooH oithcr in doop or almost im-
porooptitJn indentations.
"Why has memory clung to all this? 1
really know not, but I oan still soo my
dour hoy’s hoots ambitiously placed by
my own—two graius of sand boride two
]<aTtng-stouoH, a goldtluoh in company
with an olophaut I Tlioy wuro his
“every-day” IhioIb; his play compan
ions, with which ho truvorHod his siiml
mountains and explored tho depths of
tho noiglilioring pools of water. Thoir
existence wna so devoted to and partook
ao much of his own that something of
himself aoomed to have boon transferred
to tliom; to mo they ap|>oared to possess
a peculiar physiognomy; I felt that an
invisible bond attached them to him,
and I conld not look u,>on their atill nn-
dooided form, ao comically graceful,
without thinking of thoir master and
avowing that they louemhlod him.
Everything that comes in oontact
with babies grows a littlo babyish also,
and 1 incomes characterized by that awk
ward grace peculiar to them.
Doside these laughing, gay, good hu-
.■avail little boots, damautliug bnt pn
scour the fields, my owu appeared mon-
strons, heavy, gross and absurd, with
their gigantic heels. Looking upon
them, iih they stood there, witli heavy,
undeceived nspeet, one could not bnt
feel that for them lifo waa grave, the
road long and tho burden to bo borne
altogether serious.
XUo contrast was markod and the lea-
son profound. I nsod to approach those
tiny hoots very gently, in order not to
wake tho old man why still slept sound
ly in tho adjoining chamber, I used to
tap them, turn them over and over aa I
examined them on all aides, and j felt a
delicious smile mount from my heart to
my lips. Tho old glove, ]>erfumod with
violet, which I have so long kept hidden
in tho most secret depths of my drawer,
never filled my soul with ao sweet an
emotion.
Parental love is not a passing afTeq-
tion east upon the windH ; it haa its fol
lies and its weakness—it is either puer-
ilo or sublime. It never aualyr.es itself
and never seeks to explain its emotions ;
it makes itself felt; and I allowed my
self to drift with its delicious current,
Js<t tho papa who is without weak
ness cast tho first stone at mo—tin
mammas will avenge me.
Remember that this little laced bool
recalled to my mind n tiny, dimpled foot
to which was attached a thousand cher-
ishod souvenirs.
1 can still see my dear hoy sitting
upon my kneo as I cut lus finger nails ;
how he struggled and pulled my beard,
laughing in spite of himself, for lie wo*
ticklish.
I can still sec him when, in the even
ing. besiJe tho bright, warm fire, I re
moved his littlo stockings. How do
lightful it was I
I used to say: “One—two—” And
he, enveloped in his vast night-gown, hit
hands lust iu the sleeves, which were by
far too long, with sparkling eyes and
ready to burst out laughing, awaited tli-<
glorious “Throe.”
At length, after a thousand delays,
after a thousand attempts at teasing
which excited liis impatience and gnvo
me an opportunity to Hteal five or six
kisses, I cried “Three.”
The stocking flew to the further end
of the room. Then it was a veritable
pleasure. He threw himself hack iu my
arms, and his hare legs cleft tho air.
From his wide-open mouth, in which I
could see two rows of brilliant little
pearls, escaped a cascade of hearty and
sonorous laughter.
His mother, who laughed also, would
say to him, after nn instant or two :
“ Come, baby ; come, my angel; yon
will catch cold ! Hold him 1 Will you
be quiet, little wretch I ”
Then she would wish to scold him,
but could not suppress the unmistakable
•mile upon her lips. And who could
hare looked serious in the presence of
v flaxen head of hair, of those rosy
s, flashed and happy, and of those
*w that opened but to vent his
little heart in peals of merry laughter,
as he boundod upon my knee ?
My wife turned toward me, saying:
“ Ho is intolerable I Oocxi heavens 1
what a child 1 ” But I understood very
well that all" meant : “ Look how
pretty, how healthy ami how happv ho
is, our little man, our darling baby 1”
And in truth he was adorable ; at least,
I thought so I
1 was wise enough—I may say it now
that ray hair is white—not to let puss a
single one of those joyful moments
without enjoying it amply; and, truly,
I did well. Let ns pit y those fathers
who know not how to lie papas as often
an possible, who never roll upon the
carpet, never play at hide-and-sock,
never imitate the barking of dogs or the
roaring ot lions,never bile with all their
might without doing harm, or hide be
hind the arm-chair, taking care the while
to let themselves lie soon I
Let us sincerely pity those poor un
fortunate ones I These nro not only
childish and agreeable pastimes that
they neglect, they are real joys, delic
ious pleasures ; they are trifles tbat,
taken together, compose that happiness
which so many jiersons slander nnd ne-
ense of existing only in the imagination,
heoatUS they expect it to fall from
hsavim fix the form of nn ingot w hen it
ia beneath ear very feel, In pieces which
need only to be gathered up. Let us
then gather these little fragments, nnd
learn to drop our continual erv of com
plaint ; every day brings its bread and
portion of happiness t
I-iot ns walk slowly, with our eyes,
now ami then, fixed upon tho ground ;
let us hxik around and peer into the
little corners ; it is there that Provi
dence hides tho treasures.
t have always laughed at. those per
sons who go through life with the
reins slackened, the nostrils diluted and
the eyes listened on tho horizon. It
seems that the present burns their fee
nnd if you say to them : "Stop an in
stant, let your feet >e.id n|xm the
earth, and take a glass of this goo,i ,,M
wine ; let us chat awhile, smile a see
on 1 and embrace our children 1 ’ th •,»
reply; “liiqossihlc; we ate await d
down there. Down there wi-ahalleh.it,
down there w*- shall bo happy!” And
when they have arrived down there,
breathless and brok-n, when they on
out, claiming the reward of Hied
fatigues, the present I uigbs nnd r le-i
|x-clacles, saying : “ Ueli!lemon, the
safe ia locked ut> I ”
The future promises nnd the present
pays, anil we must cultivate tie-ae-piaiu
timee of the cashier who hohl-i the keys
of tho safe.
Why imagine that we are the dupes ol
Providence ?
Do yon suppose that this good Provi
dence has sufficient leisure to servo each
one of us with perfect happiness, de
liciously cooked, already cut and pro
,-ared upon a plate of gold, nml, more
over, to tickle our ears with sweet
wt music duriiig thoiepasl? A
great many persons do expect it, how
ever.
Wo must ho reasonable, roll up our
sleeves, ciK>k our own fisxl and not ex
pect Heaven to make our |w>t boil,
I thought of all this, in the evening,
when my boy lay in my arms and hi-
regular, moist breath canto against my
hand. I thought of all the happy mo
menta which I already owed to the little
man, and I was thankful to him for
them.
“ How simplo it is,” said I to myself,
“to bo happy—and wlmt a strange idea
it is to seek that happiness in China I”
My wife entertained the same opinion
nnd wo remained hours at a time 1 adore
the bright tire, s|>eukingof that of which
our hearts worh full.
“ Ho you not peroeive, my dour,” she
often said, " that your lovo is of an en
tirely different nature from mine ? Pa
pas calculate. Their affection is like a
trade. They never lovo their children
well until thoir egotism is flatten'd.
There is something of the proprietor iu
the papa. You can analyze your par
ental affection, discover its causes, nml
say: ' I lovo my cliiid because it is thus
and thus.’ For the mnmma this analy
sis is an impossibility. Hho does not
love her child because it Is pretty or ug
ly, intelligent or absurd, hecauso it re
sembles her or does not resemble her,
or boenuso it bus her gestures and tastes
or because it does not have them. She
loves it liecause she cannot do other
wise: with her it is a necessity. Mater
nal lovo is an innate reeling in woman.
In men parental love is the result of cir
cumstances. With her it is nn instinct;
with him it is an involuntary calcula
tion, but, at tho same time, the result of
various other feelings 1”
“ Oh ! very well,” I replied, “ speak
your mind. We have neither heart uor
soul, we mon; we are bloodthirsty ean-
nibMs. Terrible sentiments, those I"
And I plunged the poker into the tiro
with a violence that caused tho xpnrks
to fly in every direction.
And yet I could not but acknowledge
that my wife was right. When a child
makes its entrance into the world, the
mother's affeotion cannot bo compared
to that of the father. With her, it is
already love. It seems that sho has
known her darling a long time. She
seems to say :“ It is he.” Sho takes
him to her without embarrassment, her
gestures are easy and unconstrained,
and, iolded in her arms, tho baby (bids
a place exactly to his measure—a soft,
warm nest mode expressly for him, in
which ho sleeps in happiness. It really
seems as if women had served a mys
terious apprenticeship to nmternity.
Men, on the contrary, are plunged into
deep trouble on the birth of an infant.
The first cry of the liaby touches them ;
hut there is more astonishment than
love in this emotion. The father’s affeo
tion is not yet Ixirn. His heart lm« need
of reflecting upon ami habituating itself
to this tenderness which is entirely new
to him.
An apprenticeship must lie served to
tin* art of being a papa ; there is none
to (list of being a mamma.
If the father is awkward in loving his
new-lxim baby, we must acknowledge
that he is none the loss awkward in
hnndlirg it
Trembling and with a thousand con
tortions, a thousand o(Torts, he succeeds
in raising this inxigniflcnnt weight. He
is afraid of breaking tho puppet; his
pupp< tship is aware of tho fact and
bawls accordingly. Ho exerts more
muscular force in raising this child,
poor man, than Would be necessary to
shatter his front door. If he kiss it, his
beard pricks its face ; if ho touch it, his
fingers hurt the doliente Ixing. He has
the air of a bear attempting to thread n
needle.
And yet, this littlo baby must gain
the iiffcotion of its )xxir father, who, nt
first, moots only with misadventures;
it must win him, enchant him, cnusc
him to oonceivo a lovs for his |x>sitioi
an<l not force him to endure his role of
con <eript too long.
Nature has provided for this, nnd the
papa is advanced to the rank of Corjsir-
al the day his tmhy stammers its first
syllables.
And how sweet is this first effort to
s|ieak, and how admirably chosen, how
well calculated to touch tho honrt of the
father is the Hrxt word; papa. It in
strange that tho very first word of n hu
man being expresses precisely the most
profound and tender of all feelings I
Is it not touching to seo this little lxi-
ing find, without assistance, that one
word which must surely gain the affec
tion of him of whom it has tile greatest
need? -that word which says: “lam
your own ; love me, give mo a place iu
your heart, stretch out your arms to mo;
you sec Hint I know nothing as yet; I
have just lauded in tho world, and think
of you already; I am ono of your family
I shall eat -if your food and hears y«mr
name pa pa—pa—pa,"
lie has found at once the most delicate
of all flatteries, the sweetest, of all ufli-O-
tious. He cubes the wur'd witli u mas
ter stioko.
Ah! the beloved darling I I’a—pa—
pa -p i. I can still hear his hesitating
little video and still seo his tiny red lips
riso and fall. We were on our knoos, in
a eireli*around him, and even then we
towered above like giants. We said to
him ; “ Say that again, little man, say
that again I Where is your pupa ?”
And lie, cheered tiy the bright faces
around him, turned his eyes toward uis
and held out his little arms.
Oh I how I embraced the darling. My
voice was choacd with tears.
From that moment l was n papa, se
riously a papa.
I had been baptized !—From the
Flinch, ___________
DKADWOOD AH It IH.
, Deadwood, writes a correspondent ot
the Boston Journal, is a town of 3,500
to 4,000 jx-oplu. Enthusiasts claim 0,000.
Search all Now England for the doe|s'st,
narrowest valleys between the highest
hills in tho “Switzerland of America,”
not excepting the White mountain*, nor
t he Franconia Notch, stretch the ravine
two, three, live, ten miles, and you hnvo
a conception of the lay of the land alxmt
Dead wood. Along tho lowest line ol
the rnvino run the the combined waters
of the Whitcwab'r and Deadwood cre eks,
Whitewater is the last name one would
think of applying to tho red stream of
thin imul that comes down from tho
quart/, uiiilsof Lead and Central, through
tho placer claims of hard-working men
who are socking to “ wash ” their way to
wealth.
Main streot, Dondwood, lacks few of
the kinds of business houses to be found
in Minneapolis, for example, and bos
many thatoven Chicago lias not. Minors’
tools and materials make a distinct and
profitable branch ol business. Schools
as good as towns of that size often sup
port, churches—Congregational, Metho
dist, Episcopal and Catholic—as well
organized, housed and manned as the
saintliest could ask. Houses os neat,
tasteful and refined as culture oiu’ carry
to the front, invite the business man,
with his family to settle for life. Such
is the intelligeueeof tho place—so many
of the people nre educated and accus
tomed to tho best society furnishes
every where, that i second-rate preacher,
teacher or craftsman of any sort
would stand far less of a chance than
among the staid communities ol good
old England. Dullness, stupidity,
trumps and quacks are advised to go
East,
Deadwood is the hub of the hills.
Everything centers in there—radiates
from there. It is the distributing jxiint
for Uncle Sam, for the miners, for the
ranchers and the prospectors. Begin
ning with lower town, “Elkhom City,”
and passing through “ Elizabethtown ”
(the portion that was burned duly 28)
and “Chinatown ” to Deadwood proper,
one would see roughness, vileuess,
wretchedness. Such appendages hang
to every town. Civilization sloughs
them as soon as the social machinery is
fairly in motion. So it will be here.
Deadwood is a marvel of growth, en
terprise and morality, when we con
sider its isolation and the nintoriu)
that floats on the first waves of civiliza
tion.
It is of no use trying to explain to
children that there is a difference be
tween canary birds and women. A huly
who was visiting at a neighbor’s was
usked to sing, and suiil that she really
could not do so in any circumstances,
when a little girl went up to her uud
asked, “Please, is you a-moulting?"
Pi evidence Star.
“Kalakaua" in Uawuiiau menus “ the
day ot buttle. ”
MTHOMO JUKI*.
Notwithstanding Byron’s as'j’imed oon-
tempt of death, nothing could exceed
hi* abject terror when laboring unde!
oven the slightest illness. He was dining
at Pisa, with Hunt, Tr-lawney and
Shelley, one day, when he was suddenly j
seized with a violent attack of colie. He
hastily arose from the table, threw him-
•elf iqxin the sofa, and began to say,
‘Oh, my Qod I I sm dying, I am dy
ing I” Trelnwnoy, who was a very pe-
cnliar man, went up to the terrified
bard, ami said,Cove, come, Ilyron, it
yon nre dying, you ueedn’t make such a
confounded fu r Ji about it.” The tone in
which he said this wns so irresistible
Hint tho sick man could not help joining
in tho languor which Trelawney’s non
chalance caused. Byron, who really nt
heart wns a very kind man, and whose
nature rose at every oppression, wns
very fond of making himself out a very
hnd one, and when ho had indulged
himself with a little more gin nnd walot
than usual ho would frequently grow
almost maudlin over Ins imaginary
wickedness. One night lie wns partic
ularly disinnl over his own iniquities,
and expressed great repentance. He
wns very much put out by Mrs. Hunt
saying, in a tone of affected consolation,
“Come, my Jx>rd, you are not half so
wicked as you flatter jpmrself you nre.”
He gnve his publisher, John Murrny, as
i birthday present, a Bible very nicely
bound. On the outside, stamped in
golden letters, wns the inscription,
“ From Lord Byron, to his friend, John
Murray, Esq." This was ostentatiously
laid on tho center-table of tho great pub
lisher’s drawing-room, and Murray was
very proud of tho gift At a largo pnrty
at his house, one evening, n friend wo*
turning over tho lcatos of the magnifi
cent Bible, when he suddenly cried;
“ Why, Murray, come hero I Byron has
lieen altering tho Bible." Saying this,
ho pointed out to tho astonished and in
dignant publisher that Byron had al
tered a verso by drawing his poll through
the word "robber" nml substituting an
other word, so that tho verse ran thus;
“Now Barabbas was a publisher." After
(lint unlucky discovery tlio liook disap
peared.—Thomas Powell.
EDUCATION Of HI BIS,
Many n good mother, looking back
over tho long road of tho past, umi
gazing on her horny hnnda, resolves
that her daughter shall have a better
time. The mother to whom 1 refer is
no longer strong, and Miss Jenny is a
healthy young woman of 22. Yet tho
mother d(H>B all the honsow.irk, includ.
ing tho Driving and mending for her
laughter. The latter makes tatting atid
edging for her underclothing, nnd plays
very fairly on tho piano, which Iihh
been squeezed in somewhere, for the
fair ’y is anything but rich. The
mother goes without a new bonnet nml
fixes her dress over and oirer, in order
that Jenny tnny appear ns well dressed
ns the other girls ol her set: When
company ckmes, J«Liny entertains them,
and her mother goes on with her work
in the kitchen. She wnita on the table,
and, if anything is wanted during the
meal, Jenny never rises to get it, but
passes the empty disii to her mother for
replenishment, and adjusts her pretty
wristlets in linppy ignorance ot tho
thoughts of those looking on. Now
this is all wtoug. This girl is not
naturally bad ; her mother is solely to
hlume. I for one do not believe in tho
plan of wearing out the oldest first.
Let the younger ones have a good timo ;
don’t bo so strict us our ancestors were
with their families, hut have some re
spect for yourselves nnd for your own
rights, or yonr children will doubtless
have none for you.—Rural New Yorker.
Mb, Minns, tfio apostle of ensilage,
or tho preservation of crops in a green
state for fodder, the possibilities of
which ho is illustrating nt Arrabeok
fnrm, Pompton, N. J., Inys down the
following conditions ns essential to suc-
( cess: Air rand bo perfectly excluded
from tho pit or silo by a uniform nnd
continuous pressure of nhout 250 pounds
to the square foot; tho orop should have
flowered tx'fore being cut, nnd the
knives should be sharp enough not to
tear tho saccharine sacks. Last your
Mr. Mills fed for seven months 140 nni-
niulx, cows and horses, from ton acres ol
corn-fodder. Tho past summer he fed
for six weeks 100 cnttle, mostly milch
cows, from five acres of oats sown in the
spring, and he believes that during the
coming winter and until his corn orop
for 1H82 is ready, lie can, in spite of an
inferior yield occasioned by tho drought
keep 150 cattle on the corn-fodder cut
from twenty-five acres. Mr. Mills states
that one ton of grass preserved green in
a silo possesses as great feeding capacity
as twenty tons of the best hay. These
ate startling figures,but if anyone feels
disposed to dispute them Mr. Mills will
gladly furnish the proof, and triumph
antly point to his sleek and happy cows,
whose rich milk brings 1 cent a quart
more thnn the usual price.
DIO FANB.
Tlio immense fans suspended in the
grent hospitals at Madras, India, for tho
purification of the air, tho movement of
which has hitherto been by hand, ure
now operated by steam power, the sub-
st it it tion being bot h effective and econom -
ical. The machinery by which this is
accomplished is quite simple, all of tlio
fans in the great, establishment being
pullod by a steel wire lino somo 1,700
feet long ; thnt is, the whole number of
fans—100, presenting a total area of
2,050 feet—are all pullo^ as ono pendu
lum, giving a swing of seven or eight
feet, smoothly, steadily and without
noise of any kind. The long swing and
uniform continuous motion produced by
this arrangement insure tlio desired
change of air, without occasioning a
draught.
OU/t JUVENILES.
The Hone of th* Fnirtoo.
BTirn >11 the light hath left tha West,
And Uis waartad world hath gona to rat;
Whan tha moon ndra high lo tha purplo aky,
Krom our ! raat home w« falrlai hie —
(1st of IV* warm, graan tnort of the earth,
To waken the wood* with aong and mirth.
Flow, waters, Sow I Blow, aof t wlnda, blow I
The fairlea are kinga of tha wooda to-night I
We are Ilia ahIMren of light and air;
We know not narrow, wo (eel no earn:
Through tha long, aweet houra of the ■utnmer’t
night,
To rave and dance la our delight;
And wherever otir fljlng fooletepa I vee,
There are brighter rlnga on tha dewy graaa.
Plow, water*, g w I Blow, soft wlnda, blow 1
The fail 1< a are kinga of to* Wooda to-nlghl!
1 n et cry blocardn aiul br d wa hide,
On wlnga of tha wind we mount and ride;
We haunt tho brooka and the nothing rtrearea
And we c’.tmb to the atara up the bright raooutmama ;
And the woodman «eea by tba dawn'a pale light
The circling track rf our foolatepa bright.
Flow, water*, flow! Xilnw, *oft wind*, blow
The fiilrtc* ar* kinga of the wooda to-night I
—At Mckolat.
Olaolrro.
A glacier is a field or imtn"tiso mass ol
ice formed in tho deep valleys of high
mountain ranges nixin which snowBecms
to lie eternal. Tho snow, however, itt
not so lusting. Indeed, it is CoUbtantly
evopornting, returning to tho clouds
from which it descended; or, remaining
cx poticd to the rays of tho sun, or to the
Influence of n hot southerly wind, j*
melts and trickles down until tt is seizor,
by tho cold and congealed into ice. Thus,
by menus of tho millions of drops which
melt only to freeze and melt again, nnd
ngain grow solid, the mass is constantly
transformed, and, little by little, tho
snow so lately fallen upon tha summit
of tho mountain is found to have de
scended the slopes. Even in lnmmcr
these enormous quantities of ice nnd
snow produeo a local winter, all the more
curious from tho contrast, for sido by
side with the gloomy glacier, with its
groat gaping crevices, its oollection of
stones, its terrible silonce, flowers are
blrximmg, birds are singing and fruit
rqiens. It is liku death and life.
Tho glacier, however, has a lilo of its
own. Tnough difficult to disoever Its
secret progress, it is in constant motion.
Like the avalanche, its work is to carry-
the rubbish of the crumbling mountains
into the plains, not by violence bnt by
the patient labor of every moment. It
is true that glaciers have ages, almost
endless, in wliioh to do their work, hut,
slowly as they move, their destination is
the sea, where they must ono day lie
swallowed tip. Always immovable in
appearance, tlioy are really ice rivers
(lowing in a rocky bod. On its course
the solid river liehaves very much os
would one of rtinniug water. It him its
windings, its depths nnd shallows, its
rapids and oosoades.
But tho ice, not possessing tho supple
ness or fluidity of water, accomplishes,
somewhat awkwardly, the movements
forced upon it by the nature of the
ground. It cannot at its cataracts full
JO one level sheet as does tlio water cur
rent ; hp,t, according to tho inequalities
of tho bottom, Mud tho cohesion of the
oe crystals, it fractures, Kplits, gets cut
up into blocks inclining various ways,
falling over one another, becoming ce-
mentoU together again in curious obe
lisks, towers, fantastic groups. Even in
that part where the Ixittom of the im
mense grixive inclines with tolerable
regularity, the surface of the ghlclef
docs not in tho least resemble the oven
surface of the water of a river. Tlio
friction of the ice against its odgen does
not ripplo it with tiny waves similar to
those of tho shore, but fractures and re-
fraclure .t with crovioes intersecting
one another in a multitude of fissures or
crooks, which, widening out into chasms,
become what are known us arevan*ai,
and which make travel upon n glacier so
dangerous.
Looking down from the edges of these
oliasirj wc see layer upc„ layer of blu
ish ioe separated by blackish bands, the
remains of rubbish carried down from
the siirfuee, or at other times the icemay
bo as dear and perfect ns one single
-•rystaj. What is the depth ? We do not
know, A jutting crag of ice, combined
with tho darkness, prevents our glance
descending to tho lowest rocks; yet we
sometimes hear a mysterious noise as
cending froir tho abyss ; it is tlio water
rippling, a stone becoming loosened, a
hit of ice splitting off and falling down.
Explorers have descended these chasms
to measure thoir density’ and to study
the temperature nnd composition it the
deep ice. Sometimes they have been
able to do it, without any‘great risk, by
penetrating laterally into the clefts from
the rooks which serve as hunks to the
rivers of ice. Frequently, too. they are
let down by ropes. But for ono scien
tific explorer, who carefully nnd with
proper precaution thus explores the
holes of the glaciers, how many unhap
py shepherds have been ingulfed by
these chasms! Yet it is known that
mountaineers, having fallen to the bot
tom of a crevasse, though wounded nnd
bleeding and dazed by the darkness,
have yet preserved their conrage and
managed to save their lives. There was
one who followed the course of a sub-
glacinl stream, and tlins made a verita
ble journey below the enormous vault of
ice.
Without descending into the depths
of a glacier to study its air-bubbles and
crystals, praiseworthy as the courageous
effort may be, we can find much to in
terest us on the surface.
In this apparent confusion everything
is regulated by law. Why should a
fissure always be produced in the frozen
muss opposite one point of the steep
bank ? Why at a certain depth below
should the crevasse, which has gradually
liecome enlarged, ognin bring its edges
nearer each other, and the glacier be re-
cemeuted ? Why should the surface
regularly bulge out in one part to lie-
come fissured elsewhere ? On seeing
all those phenomena, whioh roughly re
produce the ripples, wavelets and ed
dies on the rmooth sheets of tho water
of a river, we better understand tho
unity whioh presides over everything in
nature.
When, by long exploration, we have
become familiar with the glacier, and
we know how to account to ourselves
for all tho little changes which take
place upon it, it is a delight to roam
about it on a fine summer’s day. Th*
heat of the sun has given it voice and
motion. Tiny veins of water, almost
imperceptible at first, are formed here
and there; these unite in aprrkling
streamlets which wind at the bottom of
miniature river-beds, hollowed out by
themselves, and then suddenly disap
pear in a crock in the ice, giving forth a
low plaint in a silvery voice, They swell
or fall according to the variations of the
temperature. Should a cloud pass be
fore the sun and cool the atmosphere,
they barely continue to flow; when the
heat becomes greater, the rivulets as
sume the pace of torrents; they sweep
away with them sand and pebbles, which,
meeting little drifte of earth, form banks
and islands; then toward evening they
calm down, and soon the cold of the
night congeals them nfresh.
How much more charming are all
those little dramas of inanimate nature
when animals or plants take part in
l| them 1 Attracted by tho mildness of tho
air the butterfly flutters on the scene, or
Ihn plant, fallen from tho heights ol
neighboring rocks, makes the most of its
short time to take root ngain and display
its last littlo blossoms.—Harper't
Young Folk*.
Ilnl'o Ulinllmgo.
When Hal was not more thnn 3 years
old, a lady named Mrs. Doan came to
live iu part of their house.
Mrs. Dean's husband was away nnd
she had no children, so she wns often
lonely, and began to mnkc friends with
Hal.'
He soo: i grew very fond of her, nnd
many times a day he would go in and
have fine times.
One day Mr. Dean came, and Hnl did
not know it. Soon after, ho started to
go and soo Mrs. Dean, as usual.
Mr. Dean wns sitting by the window
nnd saw him coming. “ Wife," he said,
“ here conics a caller, s littlo chap about
the size of a jiepiier-box.”
“Oh, that's Hal,” said Mrs. Dean,
rising to go to the door.
“ Lot mo open tlio door," said Mr.
Dean. " I want to see what he’ll suy."
Ho knocked nt tho door, nnd when it
wns opened looked up expecting to sec
Mrs. Dean’s smiling face. Instead,
there stood a tall, strange man looking
at him.
Hal hardly knew what to do. At
first he thought he would run hack
home, then he felt as if he should cry.
So to keep back the tenrs he thought he
must lio brave, and, doubling up his littlo
lists, he shouted : “Come out here and
I'll give you a licking I ”
How Mr. Dean did laugh 1 Then
Mrs. Dean came out and took Hal in
and he soon became acquainted witli
Mr. Dean and liked him as well as he
did her.
Before Hal went homo, Mr. Dean
gave liijn a book full of pictures, which
he kept till ho was grown up, and al
ways called it his Dean book. — Youth's
Comvanion.
rut: TIshuk-papich hackkt.
“ Ten years ago one of t lie boss card
sharpers was a young follow known ns
‘Red Shirt,’ He was from Scranton.
He was tho one who Invented the tissue-
paper racket with cords. His plan was
to get uji a quiet game of eucher with a
party of fellows in a smoking ear. After
they'd played along a while lied Shirt
would say :
“ ‘ Well, bloat if Iniu't. got jnst. about
the best poker hand you ever saw. ’
" Wheuovcr ho’d say that you could
make up your mind thnt somebody else
n playing had about as good a poker
hand os you ever saw. It was always
four aces. The man that held the four
aoes wouldn’t fail to speak out mid reck
on he had a hand it wasn’t eusy to heat.
Then Red Shirt would say;
“ 1 8'pose we make a little bot, just for
the fun o' the thing,’
“ A man that holds four aces ain't go
ing to throw away a chance of that kind.
They bet. They raise each other, and
Red Shirt knows about when it wiil bo a
good time to quit, anil then ho calls.
"‘I’ve got four aces,’ says t’other
man.
“ ‘ Let’s see ’em,’says lied Shirt.
“ Tho cards are shown up. Red Shirt
takes ’em up.
“ 1 Aw, here now,’ ho says, as he puts
his hand on the money on the board,
‘ what you doin’, try in’ to come your
New York games on me !' and he gives
one of the cards a rub with his thumb
and shoves a little piece of paper off
each end of tlio card, and there's a tray-
spot. Red Shirt lays down four of a
kind, or a full, or anything that’ll beat
three of a kind, and, before the mnn can
recover fro;n his astonishment, has tlio
money in his pocket and is oft the cars,
for he never failed to time tiie game for
a stop of tho train at some station.
“ lied Shirt’s name was Juck Brown.
There probably never wns his superior as
a three-card-monte man, either, bs he
was a regular worker of country fairs
and races when the railroads got too hot
for him. He died of consumption. He
was a hard drinker and a fast liver.
“ But there ain’t much show for these
sharpers on Erie trains now. Conduct
ors and brakemen are always on tlio
lookout, and they’re pretty sure to get
caught.”—New York Sun.
Time does not stop because a man’s
watch runs down. No more does a
newspaper liecause one man happens to
lose his head and orders the paper dis
continued to his address.—Pawnee En
terprise.
r I. EA SA NTHIES.
Wi wonder if grass widows ever hnvo
liny fever.
Evxrt mnn of honor has a loathing for
a low thing.
It is hard to persuade a man tbat a
rich widow isn’t handsome.
Two Max in Nowlmrypoi't played 5,232
games of dominoes last year. They
must reckon that year os Anno Domino.
Con. Mccklr is the President of tho
United States Hay Fever Association
this year. Ho feels as mucklo a man aa
Julius Sneezer.
It isn’t because a woman ia exactly
afraid of a cow that she runs away and
screams. It is because gored dresses arr
not fashionable.
An vice that is given away is not ap
preciated, and it is given away because
the giver has no use for it himself.—
lln&ton Transcript.
Tux proprietor of a Lonisvillo hone
factory announces that persons leaving
their hones with him can have them
ground at short notice.
“ Wht ia it,"asked a lady, “ that peo
ple lose their interest in churrb-guing
nowadays ?” “ Because they have lost
their principle,” was tho witty reply.
Ixsotne States the evidence of a man
who habitually goes fishing twiooayear
will not lie received in the courts. The
reason for this bit of judicial wisdom is
obvious.—Rurlington Hawk-Eye.
A DHiDAf, oonplo from Washoe valley,
ut breakfast in a Ilcno hotel, conversed
as follows; He—“ Shall I skin you a
perUter, honey?” Sho—“No, thank
you, deary, J have one already aknn,”
Fkndp.kson says he lias lots of sporo
time on his hands since ho liegan to at
tend exclusively to his own business.
Formorly he was tlio hnrdest-worked
mnn in the oity.—Boston lYanscript
“ Comb, now, it is time for you to go
lo bod,” said nn Austin lady to her littlo
children I “you must go to bed. Don’t
you know all the littlo chickens have
gone to bed ? ” “ Yes, but the old lion
went to bed with them.—Texas Siftings,
“That soup’s full of flies I” exclaimed
tho disgusted boarder. “I know it,**
coolly returned tlio landlady. “And do
you mean to go on ladling it ont to ns ?’’
“ It’s tlio best I oan do. I can't board
folks at flfl a week and pay for fly-paper. M
—Brooklyn Eagle.
Thb name of Maria is so popular in
Ottumwa that when a cat climbs a book
fonoo in a well-populated neighlioriiood
and plaintivoly vocalizes “ Mariar I”
twenty windows are hastily thrown up
and twenty female hoods are thrust out,
wildly answering, “Ia that you, Char
ley ?”—Ottumwa Press.
Van 8(lull’s muelo-tocber cams,
Betwixt each bar and meaanra
Be wlahed tbat aba wu bla, and aha
Tbat ba wu her life's treunra.
And, when tha parent paid the bill,
Tbla vary wtu munlolaa
Would cutely make Iba llama, not
For teaching, but two-wlahtn'.
— Ytinker. Uaxetto.
Mio exasperated the other half of him
by speaking slurringly of a bed-tick she
bod purchased. •'You must have got
ten it of an Irish peddler,” said he.
“ There's nothing Irish about it I” re
torted she, spiritedly. “Oh! but it
must have dome from somo aell-tiok es
tablishment,” was his calm rejoinder.—
Yonkers Gazette.
WISE SA TINGS.
rnii.-nnrni will clip an angel’a wlnga.
—Kioto,
This world belongs to the energetic.
In life, as in chess, forethought wins.
Thf. truest wisdom is a resolute de
termination.
TniiHF. is not a moment without somo
duty,—Cicero.
LtnnitTY and equality, lovely and sa
cred words 1
Flowers, leaves and fruit are the air-
woven children of light.
Emulation cmbnlms the dead ; envy,
tlio vampire, blasts tho living.
It is tlio enemy whom wo do not sus
pect who is the most dangorouB.
FI’Ll oft Wf §u6
Cold wisdom waiting on BU]>erfluona folly.
-Snakspcare.
There is a brotherhood of error os
dost) as tho brotherhood of truth.
Violent excitement exhausts tho
mind and leaves it withered and sterile.
Wit and Judgment often are at strife,
Though tut ant for each other’s aid, like man and
wife.
—Pupe.
Though flattery blossoms like friend
ship, yet there is a great difference ia
the fruit.
Lot», like death,
Level* all ranks, ana lay* the shepherd’* crook
Be*ide tho itcepter.
—Lytton,
The golden beams ot truth and the
silken cords of love will draw men on
with a sweet violence, whether they will
or not.
Can man or woman chooso thoir du
ties ? No more than they can choose
their birthplace, or thoir father and
mother.—George Eliot,
Genius is rarely found without some
mixture of eccentricity, as the strength
of spirit is proved by the bubbles on ita
surface.—Mrs. Balfour.
Hohebt good humor is the oil and
wine of a merry meeting, and there is no
jovial companionship equal to that where
the jokes are rather small and the laugh
ter abundant.— Washington Irving.
Tire Internationa! Railway and
Hotel Guide seeks to make itself “solid”
with the fair sex by advising railroad
agents “ to sell tickets to ladies, when
accompanied by husband, father or
brother, at one-quarter or one-third the
regular rates. Statistics show that
four out of every five passengers are
males, ”
Ueoroia is to have u new #1,000,000
State Capitol building.
