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THE DOVE.
A COMPANION TO I’Ot’ J - RAVEN.’*
BT BKV. J. H. MAKTIN, P.D.
Once, upon a summer evening.
As I lay reposing, oienunog,
While the twinkling ft its were beaming,
And their light wus faintly glean-lug
Tlnough t'l*. window ol my room,
Suddenly, beside iny pillow,
Like the murmur of a Imlov ,
Or the sigh ol weeping widow,
’Mid the shadow and the g.oom,
There was heaid a gentle Sjund,
Floating on the air around,
As an echo from above;
And I, awaking, suw a dove
Perched upon t;.e whitened head
Ol a statue ne a my bed ;
And it seemed, with soft, low cooing,
My ione heail to soothe with wooiDg,
Like an angel from the sky,
Or a spirit hoverlu&mgh.
While I biy entranced and dreaming,
(startled by tnc echo seeming
To be whispered iroin above,
In the st irlighl fdntly gleaming,
W ith 1^ form ol beauty beaming,
I beheld the snowy dove :
W ith a tin ill of wonder, gaziug
On tue vUitor amazing,
1 demanded: -*W ho are you ?”
Aud tile geuilo biru of whiteueea,
With Ita snowy robe « I biigntnees,
Answered with a coo :
• I am uent,” liesuiu, ••from Aiden,
.By a lair and iove.> maiden,
vVilli a iuesaage unto thee;
I am come 10 suorhe th> souow,
Bid thee iroin de*puii t« boirow
Hope that thou her fdee .-h-.lt »ee;
For thy cheriahed ouo Is liviug,
Aud her thought- to tnee i- fe iviug,
Uu a blight and diktat,t rmore;
Aud i come, her c.-rrier dove,
^ ith a iiiebaage from tlr., love,
Who h> thine Ioj evermore.”
By tiila Joyful news excited,
Raptured, ravished, aud excited,
I, the snow v Bud uddie sir.K,
Asked, with earnest voice mquirieg,
What my soul was most dewiring.
That her uaoie to uoe expressing,
lie would set my heaitat rest-
Btill the tumult iu my oreast,
Aud assure tile that my maiden
in the distant lleid, ol .udeu
Waited for me on that shore—
Would be mine loievermore.
Then L spoke With greeter fervor,
1, the maiden’s indent rover.
“boea my own departed live?”
To the blul ol whiteness listening,
While my eager eyes were giisteuiug,
For the answer he should give ;
“Tell me, O thou carrier dove,
Of iny absent, uher.shetl love,
Whom 1 knew iu daysoi >ore:
Hus she passed the shilling portal
Ol the blessed land immortal,
Going through tue golden dooi ?
Does she move in light aud splendor,
Do the graces all attend her,
On that lair and distant shore ?”
Words ami tones mid looks revealing
All ray deptiiH of iu wmd feeling,
Moved, allecli d by my pleading,
Aud my anxious question heeding,
Thus llie di ve, my soul discerning,
Answer made, these words returning;
“In llie distant fields oi Aiden,
Qua bright, Etysiau shore,
Dwells a lairaud ioveiy maiden,
Aud her name is Elmore;
’Mid the flowers about her blooming
’Mid the odois sweet, perfuming
All the balmy air around
tehe, arrayeu iu lubes oi whiteness,
Walks au angel in her brightness,
With a wreath immortal c.ow bed.”
Then the bird, his wings unfolding.
l,eit me, as i lay m holding
Filltd w th traiispoit hi d delight:
W ith a soft, sonorous coo;
Nodding, bidding me adieu,
Through t lie o'-en window Hew
Out mto tlie gloomy uigiit.
But the bright, enchanting vision
Ol the d;st .nl lie els of 1- lysrau,
And my cherished Eliuore,
Asa fair aud ioveiy maiden,
Dwelling in the 1 md of Arden,
Is my light f« iwermote.
There sh..ll J, my loved one greeting,
At our future, early meeting,
On that distant radiant shore,
With ecstatic joy and gladness,
Fr c e iroin par i ing, pain and sa tness.
Clasp again my Eliuore,
Call her mine forevermore !
Tiie Arl of Rememberng.
The account of the marvelous perform-
ances by Jacquesluatidi in Belgium suggests
a few remarks upon the cultivation ot the
memory—the faculty ot all others most
capable of improvement. 1 he science ot
mnemonics is as old as the Egyptians, but
Cicero tells us that it was fii>t leduced to a
system by tLe poet Simonides of Cos about
500 B. C. The story is that he was culled
Irom a banquet just betore the r><ui fell in
and crushed the remaining guests beyond
recognition, Smouides identified the
bodies by remembering their places at ta
ble, and this suggested to him the associa¬
tion of thoughts and words and things with
places, images, and signs Petrus Raven-
urns in 1491 John Rouioerch de Krypse
in 1633, Guliemo Graiaroli in 1 .h> 2. Mara-
fortius in 1602, Lambert Scheukei in lot 9,
and John Wallis in 1618, all published
plans more or less complicated, aud more
or less useless, for assisting tiie memory.
The Memoria Technics of It chard Grey,
first published in 16b0 ; app us to be the
first system ot much practical value. Con¬
sonants represent figures, and arc formed
into words by connecting them with vow>
els. I remember at school forming lire
initials of certain historical persona and
events e m:o wtreis, ana have nerer torcot-
ten icu history th , is , learned, , r or example, , tour ,
*
of MarlaorougU . ,. s . battles , in the order , . m
which they were fought, form the word
Brom— Blenheim, Ramifies, Oulenarde,
an d Malplaquet. The sysUm ot puinaigle,
who lectured at the beginning of this cen¬
tury, is very complicated, and requires,
one would imagine, more labor for its tnas-
tery ’ than wou d suffice to impress the mat-
ters with which it deals at first hand upon
the memory, Dr. Stokes, who is now
te&ehing in London, is said to possess a
ft/ NEWS I J - $
By EDW. SCHAEFER.
VOLUME X.
Bimple and more practically u s eful system
than any which has gone before.
1 believe, however, that the true method
of strengthening the memory is to cultivate
a habit of close and careful attention. W hut
is read heard or seen should not be dis-
missed instantaneously, but should be, as
it were, revolved in the mind for a tn«-
rnent I bis may at first prove a little irk-
some, and may give a certain appearance
of sluggish apprehension, but it will not
long be so, and the gain will be found in-
calculable Robert Uoadin. the great
Fr- neb conjurer and mechanician, gives
an interesting account of tin- origin of the
“secou 1 sigh’,” which fie invented, and
which was brougi i to such a pitch of per¬
fection by the late Prof. H<-lLr He says
that as be ai d Lis son walked along the
spec's they would look at windows crowd¬
ed with toys or j* w.- rv. Then they would
each write down as many articles as they
could recollect having seen, and, going
back, would verify their lists. Very soon,
he says, bi3 son could with one eoinpre-
h> iirive glance take in ( very article in a
laige, well furnished window. Houdin then
conceived the idea of the second sight, pre
pared an elaborate system of mnemonics,
aud made his fortune. Miss Heller’s ex¬
ploits in the same line are almost incredt-
ble.
It is needless to insist upon the extreme
value of a good aud trustworthy memory.
Petty annoyances as well as ser : ou9 incon¬
veniences are the result of forgetfulness,
and most forgetfulness is the result not of
any orgauic defect or morbid condition, but
of si tuple heedlessness, and the habit of
“letting things in at one ear and out at the
other.”
NOTES OF INDUSTRY.
The shovel company of St. Lcui* turns
out 200 dozen shovels a day.
A TUiRTY ton balance wheel has just
been cast at a Hartford foundry.
There are sufficient orders to keep the
nail mills in the Shenandoah Valley run¬
ning through the winter.
Two wealthy New England lumbermen
propose building a $400,000 railway into
the Adirondac wilderness.
The buildings of a malleable iron com¬
pany at Bridgeport cover 3£ acres, the
foundry alone covering an acre.
The axe-handle mills at Oasco, Me.,
are running night and day, and have hard
work to keep up with the orders.
In over 1 000 sugar factories in twenty-
seven .parishes in Louisiana the fires are
now lighted, and Christmas did not find the
year’s work done. The grinding of rollers
and the whirr of machinery are heard all
night.
The daily earnings in the cotton facto¬
ries in this country are nearly double what
they were iu 1840 The total number of
spindles is 10,653 532; of looms, 225,750
Thp actual consumption of cotton last year
was 1,700,006 bales.
A catalogue of the articles which have
accumulated in the Dead Letter Office, and
which were sold at public auction in De¬
cember, covers 128 double column pages,
and includes all sorts of things. There are
12,002 iot>, and in many case3 a lot con¬
tains several articles of different kinds.
Among the articles enumerated art all sorts
oi soiled and unsoiled clothing, hardware,
chromos, corsets, cigars, unredeemable coi ns
and notes, watches and all kinds o* jewelry,
automatic toothpicks, revolvers, hammocks,
sheet music, mu-krat skins, aud more thau
3,000 books. If the persons who mailed
these 12,000 articles had placed their names
aud addresses on the wrappers, at least
ninety per cent, of them would have been
returned if they had been willing to pay
the return postage. The amount realized
by the sale ot a package cau be re¬
claimed by the sender or the person ad¬
dressed after identification witliin four
years from the time when it was recorded
in the Dead Letter Office.
Time to Kill Him.
“Pa,” said a boy, looking up from his
grammar lesson, “why am I a preacher?
“Why are you a preacher ?
“Yes. sir.”
“You are not a preacher.”
“Yes, I am, for don’t you see I'm a
parsin’ ?”
“1 don’t know what vou mean."
*
“Why, don , t you see? A . preacher , is a
parson and , ., 1 tn parsm. . , It T ,
r a s a pun
“Jane,” said the father, turning to his
wife, “hand me that stick of stove wood. I
can pardon his lying and can excuse his
stealing, but now the time for kiiiicg him
has arrived.”—Arkansas Traveler.
A very becoming bonnet for a bruuette
is ot deep crimson velvet with plain crown
aud Marie Antoinette front, three shaded
plumes at the side aud an edging of «ut
beads being the only trinamiag.
Devoted to News, Politics, Agriculture aud General
r. .
T0CC0A, GEORGIA, JANUARY 20, 1883.
Louis Blanc’s Voice.
Edward King, writing from Paris to the
NfcW york Evenin> , Po8t> SHVS ; Those who
have never heard Louis Blanc address an
asst mbly can ill understand the remarkable
and peculiar charm of his manner, j t
.Imo* ineredibl. that a mat. of end.
inferior s : ze, Lilliputian proportions, should
have been able to fill great edifices with the
resounding harmony of bis majestic speech,
until he literally made himself forgotten,
'
ftnd seemtd like a vo ; ce from some hidden
orfte)e His control over himself was no
legs rem arkable than his power over others
when hechjse to exercise bis astonishing
gift ol oratory. I once heard him tel! ol
the curioue mishap which befell him during
the fir^t few days of his exile, when he was
landed in London, broken in hopes and
pretty well broken in fortune. In the me¬
tropolis he found p’enty of hands out¬
stretched in sympathy, and among them
the hands of musters like those of Thack¬
eray, the famous novelist; aud several
other men prominent in literature and
'•i ence persuaded Louis Blanc that he
should be brought out before a brilliant
company of Englishmen and Englishwo¬
men, and that, after he had shown the elite
of London scholarship what his gifts were,
there would be no doubt of his finding
ample employment for them.
"1 accepted, he and, ...... with much pW
urt. la, no -a.s I 'ii t on, > ' 1
to do myself reasoaaWejust.ee, and 1 really
needed the opportunities which such a pre-
sentation was thought likely to offer. Bin
what was my consternation’—and here
Louis Blanc, when telling ih • story, leaned
back in his chair and laughed one of those
merry, contagious, long drawn, deep laughs
which were peculiar to himself—“to find
that on the morning of the day of uiy first
appearance I was visited with extinction
voice, caused by a hfird cold caught in the
treachrous climate. Here was a misfortune
which I had not dreamed of. I steamed
myself, took hot vinegar, saw a phyician,
spent the morning in agonizing experiments
and finished by going to see my good
friends of the lecture committee, who look¬
ed as blue as I did when they beard the
news.
“But you mud appear,” they said. “'it
will never do. We have summoned the best
people in London. You most show your¬
self, and we will make the necessary apolo¬
gies for you.”
“To this I naturally agreed, and, mor
dead than alive, I found my way into the
hall in the evening, and mounted the plat¬
form, where my committee was in lull
force. After a little delay, one of the
celebrities who had consented to patronize
me stepped forward, and, with considerable
confusion, announced that 1 was suffering
from a severe cold, which might render
portions of my speech inaudible, and that
he begged the indulgence of the audience
for the honorable gentleman.”
At this point iu the story Louis Blanc
laughed again; then, changing his manner,
and with the quizzical look iu his eye,
said:
“I crawled forward to the edge of the
platform, and stood for a moment eyeing
the distinguished Britons, doubtless a most
piteous object myself. In the effort which
I made to whisper a few apologies, some¬
thing seemed to break loose in my throat,
and my voice unchained itself. I felt a
flood of enthusiasm in my face, and I do
not know how long I talked, but I am quite
sure that I never talked better in my life,
or in louder or firmer voice. From that
moment my reception in England was se¬
cure, although at times I found it hard
work to get on.”
Tho Wanderer’s Return.
The mining town of Bunko had shanties,
100 tents, 600 population, and 99 men who
drank whiskey, played old sledge, and car¬
ried knives and revolvers and stabbed and
peppered each other on the slightest prove
cation. The one man who didn’t drink was
a slim, hungry-looking man, whom the boys
had elected for justice of the peace, police
justice, chief of police, chief fugleman at
funerals, superintendent of hospitals, and
principal of public schools.
He had all he could do to carry around
his load of dignity. Had he added one
drink of whiskey to his burden he would
have been crushed to earth.
One afternoon it became the painful duty
of the man of many honors to proceed to
the shanty occupied by Wicked Jim of Ar
kansas, and to remark to that individual:
“James, it is the sentiment of this ’ere
enterprising town that you git ud and git.”
“Kin you back them remarks ?” calmy
inquired the Wicked, as he turned over in
bed.
“I reckon,” whiepered the Judge, as he
brought two “Colt’s” to bear on the lemon-
shaped head not ten feet away,
Wieked Jim surveyed the situation vrith-
out a wink, and after the lapse of seventy
seconds he placidly remarked :
‘Til git.”
“When ?”
‘JSoon as I can pack.”
‘That’ll dew James,” observed the Judge,
aud he eased dowu the hammers of his
revolvers and went away to select a site for
a college.
Wicked Jim betrayed no particular
tion as he went about his work packing up,
and at the end of an hour, when he rode
his ,nule out upon the Campus Martins,
wi ’ h a11 his tra P 3 made fast to the saddle,
r >° one could have suspee'ei the Vesuvius
raging in his heart, A crowd had gathered
t0 eee ^' ra
“Gentlemen,” said the Wicked, as he
bowed to the right and the lett, “I spit
upon your town of Bunko. I cau build a
better town of sand and grease It ain’t
u fit town fur an aristocrat like me, and
I’ve alius kuowed it !”
At this poiut three or four individuals on
the outskirts of the crowd began slfooting,
but the Wicked took no notice of the fact
as he continued.
“The lion can’t partner with the jackal!
The eagle can’t mate with the buzzard !
.Slinks, sluggard, curs and reptiles, I go !”
Here the shooting increased one-half,and
one of the bullets passed through the
Wicked s hat as he raised it and continued:
“But I will return, aud when I do look
(or oceanj of gon , Jn lesJ ths „ a
year I'll damp your town iato the river and
hold , he gite fur „ priMtB graveyard l
WhoQp , Yip _ yi i_ w}lo0p i”
The Wicked field two shooters on the
crowd as he galloped off. and the result
was two men were killed and three wounded.
A hundred bullets whizzed around the fu¬
gitive. but he turned the bend without hav¬
ing received a scratch.
Twelve months had passed away. It was
evening when five horsemen rode slowly in
to Bunko Wicked James rode at the heod
of the procession. He had came to fulfil
his promise, and there was blood in his
eye.
“How’s this ’ere? queried the Wicked as
the band reached tire brow of the hill and
looked down upon the town.
Gas lamps were burning in every direc¬
tion I
The procession moved down to the spot
where the Red Eye saloon had stood a year
before, and again the Wicked uttered a
growl of surprise.
The saloon had disappeared, and in its
place stood a solid brick building bearing
the sign: “Manufacturers Bank.”
The procession moved down the next cor¬
ner over .freshly laid pavements In place
of “The Can Can Dive,” was a fine opera
house, and across the street was a great
hotel.
Like men who walk on the steep roof a
house the procession moved down to the
public square. This was the spot from
which ti e Wicked had taken his departure
n year ago. No, it can’t be ! Here are
blocks of stores, a street car line, a market
house, another hotel, a railroad ticket office,
a police station, and a public museum !
The Wicked rubbed his eyes like a man
who has slept too long and he looked this
way and that in dumb amazement. By aud
by he said :
"Boys, let’s gin one old fashioned yell,
and break this mirage.”
They yelled in eborous.
The echo had not yet died away when
men wearing uniforms and silver stars sud¬
denly appeared, as if rising from the earth
The Wicked and bis companions were puiied
from th-ur saddh s and hustled across the
square into prison cells, and while they
seemed to be struggling in the embrace of
some terrible dream they were brought into
court, and heard the observa'ion from a
dignified Judge:
“We cauoot tolerate such conduct in a
peaceful, law abiding city like Bunko. The
sentence of the Court is ninety days in the
workhouse for each one of you !’
Shake.
Over 4,000.000 ounces of quinine are con¬
sumed annually throughout the world, and
it has become the universal medh ine since
its discovery in 1640, when R wasintroduc
ed into Europe by the Counters Cinchon,
after whom the bark was named. Its abun-
dan^e or scarcity may be said to be a matter
of international concern. Wars and epi-
demies operate to advance its price. It
occupies about the same place in materia
medica that breadftuffs do among articles of
food Yet it is said the natural supply of
the cinchona bark is failing, and that resort
must be made to cultivation in order to sup-
ply the world’s demand. Cultivation has
already b* gun in the East Inmes, but must
be extended to every country producing
this indispensable bark.—New York World.
Utah ha6 marble enough to supply every
person in America with a tombstone.—De¬
troit Free Press.
TERMS—£1.50 A YEAR.
NUMBER 28.
The Beauty of Plain Living.
If we would think, speak, and act cour-
ageously—-with a certain hardy directness
—the regimen of.our life must partake of
courage and hardihood. We do not gather
sound, wintering fruit from vines, but from
rugged trees, tough and rough bark, with
northside growth of hibernal lineheu. We
do not fit for the heroic games by pursuing
such drill as they can give us at Sybaris.
Experience is someYelative of the muses,
We shake our heads dubiously when the
bard who never tasted salt borrows a salt
theme, and presumes to launch on ocean’s
mighty breast his unseaworthy cockle shell
of rhymes. Humorous Aurora was heard
to laugh behind the hills at the hymn com-
posed in her praise hy a belated acclyte,
who woke not until all the spheres of the
dew had been shattered by the wind mov-
ing over the grass and exhaled to heaven,
Moderation, frugality, aud simplicity ob-
tain good report not only at the mouth of
the philosopher, but from every manner of
idealist: What inexhaustible cnpitol for
poetry and painting are the lives of sheph-
erd and backwoodsman, of soldier, sailor,
and theofieu desperately crowded mechanic,
We like to bea< that our poet formerly kept
the herds of Adraetus, that the prince in
disguise turned griddle cakes for a cross-
grained house wile. We kiss the hero’s
rough hands with zealous affection, and it
he have also acquired rough manners while
undergoing the indurating phase of his for-
tunes, we accept the rough manners, too.
Only let him be entire hero—without so
much as a valet to whisper aught against
his claim to that high title, What so charms
us in those verses of the Chaucerian Tale
which describe the maidenhood of Grisil-
des?
•She made her bed full hard and no thing
ho ft,
And ay she kept her father's life on loft.
It escapes not our sympathetic notice, in
reading the history of Mahomet, thai ho
‘clouted hi3 own cloak and cobbled his own
shoes,’ kindled his fire, and swept and gar
nished his cave of vision. If romantic or
reverential interest attaches to these austere
conditions, it must be because of some pure
and permanent virtue inherent in them.
Yet, possibly, we often go to disproportion¬
ate lengths of admiration for the external
features of the hero’s life. Did he feed on
locusts and wild honey, or on true honey
dew and milk of paradise ? How was he
clothed and housed withal?
The marvel here! he Jives, to outward sight
Fuil n eag.ely, in lodging plain and bare,
Brown bread and winding fruit his daily
fare;
His taper burns far tnto desert niglit.
And yet, he’s forth to greet the earliest light.
His soul is jocund at the morning air,
And sits at feasts immortal hands prepale;
His body, ouiy lives the anchorite !
—Tb« Critic.
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“Oil on Troubled Waters.”
Says the Glasgow Mail, December 9th:
“At the instance of the Board of Trade,
important experiments were made on Mon¬
day at Aberdeen harbor entrance, with a
virw of testing the practicability of using
oil as a means of reducing the danger of
entering the gale The occasion was the
most favorable that could have been se¬
lected. A stiff southeaster was blowing.
The sea was running high, the waves dash¬
ing over the piers, and it was next to im¬
possible for any vessel to cross the bar in
safety. The danger was appropriately il¬
lustrated shortly before the experiments
commenced by the arrival of the brigantine
Conoid, of Peterhead, in a helpless condi
tion. She had been driven befor-* the gale,
her sails being carried away and her steer¬
ing gear broken. The position of the ves¬
sel was at once seen, and the life-boat was
got ready. The Conoid was drilling on to
the pier, when, by an almost superhuman
effort on the port of the crew, the broken
wheel was moved, and she got ch ar over
the bar amid in tense exilement on the
part of the crowd of spectators who had
assembled. Shortly afterward the oil ex¬
periment was commenced, Captain Brice
representing the Board of Trade, and the
leading harbor officials were present, Som e
improvements bad been made iu the pump
ing apparatus since the last experiment, a
larger rose being supplied, and seal oil be¬
ing used instead of coarser oil. When the
pumping commenced the waves were dash¬
ing wildly against the piers. Af‘er pomp-
ing for twenty minutes the crests disap¬
peared, the breakers assumed a rolling
motion, and the entrance was rendered
comp*arative’y safe. Two hundred and
eighty gallons of oil were used in the
experiment. The result will be reported
to the Board of Trade.
Sixty five pawu checks were found on a
woman arrested in this city. It is easy to
tell her tribe. She belongs to the Pawnees.
—Philadelphia Chonicle-Herald.
Cattle trains should not be run without
cow catchers,— N, O. Picayune.
Roof-Top Life in New York.
What do yon thick of the queer Kree led
by jantiors’ families ? I know a janitor who
has charge of a big building down Broad¬
way who has four little tots of children, and
they don’t get down in the streets mora
than once a week or so. Two of them were
born in the seventh story of an immense
iron building, just under the roof. One of
them, to my certain knowledge, has never
been down in the street at all That’s a
fact. It will go down some day. It was
born only last week. Where do yon think
the children s play ground is ? It is the
roof, and a rare, good yard it is, too, with
dowers growing on it, and everything like a
Rood, big, paved yard. There is a high
ledge around the four sides, so there is no
danger of the youngsters falling off. And
there are clothes-lines there, and tnbsstaud-
ing there, and clothes-pins lying on the
ground—everything so natural you ought
easily imagine yourself in somebody’s back
yard. The children seldom see anything
of the world down below ; and their mother
hardly ever does, for she has her hands full
taking care of the youngsters. There is a
nice secluded life for yon, with no danger
from prying neighbors. There is something
attractive about it, too. Just think of the
janitor at dark shutting up the whole place
and barring the big iron doors with himself
inside. There he is, with his family about
him, and all the world securely locked out.
It is as good as living in a castle with the
bridge drawn up and the moat full of water.
But even wheu the outer doors are locked
'be janitors are not always shut in from the
world. Ihere is a block of buildings in one
of the principal business centres of the city
a ’d about the same height. Each building
^as i* 3 janitor, and each janitor has his
family. When the outer doors are shut and
locked and no outsider can by any possi-
bili*y make his way in, the janitors families
begin to visit. 1 he roots form their ave--
nues and boulevards, their grand prome-
n& de. ihere is something slightly curious
a bout the way of living, isn’t there; having
y° ur neighbor dropping in through the roof
instead of coming through the door ? It is
something like the way of living of the oid
cave dwellers in the Southwest.— New York
Queer subterranean Growths.
Dowu iu the lower levels of our mines,
hundreds of feet below the surface of the
earth, in the dominions of Erebus, where
darkness ever holds its reign unbroken by
the light of day, are found some curious
growths.
The Grass Valley Tiding* makes the
following mention of a specimen of this
subterranean vegetation: Ou Saturday
some miners found a rather queer specimen
in the 700 level in the Idaho mine. The
specimen was found among the timber, is a
sort of fungus (punk, we believe the miner*
call it), and is just the shape of a human
hand. The hand has five finger* and a
thumb, and appears to be in a "'sort of
cramped position It is a singular looking
specimeu, and may be seen at the Wiscon
sin Hotel.
In the lower levels of the Comstock
mines - particularly those long abandoned
or unused—are seen mauy wonderful
growths of different kinds of fungi Sum*
of these are of great size, almost filling up
drifts, aud seen by the dim light of a can¬
dle look like sheeted ghosts. Down below
in the dark these growths seem to strive to
imitate the forms of thing* seen on the
surface. In one of our mines was once
found an imitation of a fancifully-carved
meerschaum pipe, stem and all so perfect
that it would easily be mistaken for the
genuine article if not taken in the hand aud
closely examined. Some of the fungi re¬
semble the horns of animals, and are from
two teet to a yard in length, while others
might pass for a petrified devil-fish.—Vir¬
ginia (Nev.) Enterprise.
Scholastic Note.
“Thomas, why have you not learned your
lesson?” asked an Austin teacher of a pu¬
pil who was noted for his impudence.
“Because I did not feel like it.”
The reply pleased the teacher immense*
ly. It was really refreshing to hear a new
excu-e from him, so he said:
“Tommy, I’ll give you a good mark for
your truthfulness. Now, Biliy,” turning to
the next boy, “what is the reason you did
not learn your lesson ?”
“Because I didn’t feel like it,” replied
Billy, thinking he, too, would get a good
mark for his truthfulness, but, instead, th«
teacher took out a strap, and said :
“Billy,I’Ll have to punish your plagiarism.
You stole that answer from Tommy.”—
Texas Siftings.”
Real Enterprise,
There is dofching like genuine originalty
after all. While ordinary actresses are re¬
warm' ug the stale old diamond robbery
scheme, and are generally at their wits’ end
to secure some effective advertising, Mrs.
Langtry quietly leads off with telegraphing
the Prince of Wales, then burns down a
theater and this week follows it up with the
“outraged chaperone” dodge. The patent
medicine men will have to take a back seat.
—San Francisco Port
His Age.
"How old is that dog ?” was asked of a
colored man.
“Ef he lives ter see de fifth ob naixt
June, sah, he wiil be de oldest deg on de
plantation.”
“And if he don’t live until then--”
“He’li be dead, sah.”—-Arkansaw Trav-
eler.