The Middle Georgia argus. (Indian Springs, Ga.) 18??-1893, February 10, 1881, Image 1
W. F. SMITH, Publisher.
VOLUME VIII.
Perfnme in Bedrooms.
The use of perfumes in bedrooms often
covers up disagreeable odors, and noxious
matter is allowed to accumulate because
its offensiveness is not noticed. Such
matter is always contained in exhalations
from the lungs and skin, even of persons
who are both healthy and clean.
We do not refer to the carbonic acid,
which is thrown in large quantities from
the lungs, and in much less quantity
Irorn the skin. This is not really poison
ous, but there are other ingredients
which are, though their nature is not
fully known.
They 'ire not gases, but solid particles.
'I hey are reailily absorbed by water,
(lamp walls, and moist paper, and pene
trate wool and feathers. They soon be
come foetid.
Many forms of filth are speedily de
stroyed by the oxygen of the air, which
changes their character; but these ex
halations are not so readily destroyed, as
is evident from the fact that a bedroom,
though freely ventilated, will retain its
foetid smell for at least four hours.
The exhalations from the skin contain,
besides several harmless salts, several
fatty acids, and other noxious ingredients.
These latter are greatly increased in
number and kind by ill health, for the
skin always vicariously aids whatever
other excreting organ has become weak
ened by temporary derangement, or by
organic disease.
The animal exhalations, when con
densed on the window-panes and furni
ture, cover them with a glutinous mass,
which the microscope soon shows to bo
filled with a matted vegetable growth,
bet ween tho stalks of which greeuish
globules aro seen constantly moving
about, accompanied by monads—the
smallest of animalcules.
When the condensed exhalations dry
up, ihey leave a somewhat sickly film,
the disagreeable smell of which is often
noticed in dirty houses. Iu a warm,
moist atmosphere this becomes putrid
and harmful. Says Dr. D. F. Lincoln
(Ziemssen’s Offclopcdia ).*
“ We ouglit to discountenance the use
of perfumes, or aromatic fumigations,
and to lay all the stress on frequent
scrubbing, or free admission of air and
light. The first of these measures re
moves, the second dilutes, the third
chemically disinfects, the organic im
purities.”
The above applies to all rooms, in pro
portion to their use. The frequent
scrubbing of the kitchen, and the ab
sence of woolen carpets, curtains, etc.,
help to make the kitchen—in spite of the
smell of cooking—the healthiest room in
the house.— Youth's Companion.
Modern Martyrdom.
ITow easy to fret; how hard to keep
silent. Every individual member of the
household feols as though he was either
gunpowder or a burning match.
11 is no easier if we, with the same
feelings, go to the kitchen followed by
two or three little restless children and
endeavor without help to get the break
fast on the table. The wood is either in
‘chunks,” or else there is nothing to
burn but corn-cobs, and they are burnt
to ashes about, as soon as the dames
touch them. The ice has all melted, the
cream is sour, and the meat spoiled.
The bread has run over the pan and
table, and is on the door; the ants are in
the sugar-bucket, and only half coffee
enough browned for breakfast. The
children pull at the skirts and ask for a
“drink of water," a “piece of bread,” or
cry from sheer weariness, and his royal
highness rushes through the hot kitchen,
to the cool parlor, wondering audibly! as
lie goes why it takes a woman so long to
get breakfast Then there is need of the
charmed water, pf the fairy tale, to hold
in the mofrth -until the* nerves cease
quivering. H ’ \
We have a great deal of sympathy for
a nervous, fretful, overworked woman,
and when such a woman does preserve
that golden silence we feel like compar
ing her to the martyrs-of old. But, after
all, that comparison is feeble, The mar
tyrs are not to be oompared to a modem,
nervous, overworked woman! What is
one stroke of the ax, oi the standing
upon a pile of burning fagots whose hot
dames in an instant take .a way the breath
so ready jto ? The bding drop
ped into a chAPpCh of* burning oil, pain
for an instant, then glory forever! We
ndmit that one great blow requires
fortitude and courage, but you rally all
your femrs to meet it, it comes and passes
and that is the end of it. But a trouble
that worries and baffles, and stings, and
at which you strike or endeavor to push
aside, but it still rasps and dlls you with
contempt anddisgust—yes, give me my
choice and I’d take the burning oil or
the stroke of the ax.— Exchange.
True Heroism.
An act of distinguished bravery was
performed in one of the principal mines
in the district of Linares, in Spain.
Three miifci n were engaged in sinking a
shaft, and, after charging the borehole
with dynamite, two of them climbed to
the galleys abpve, the third, as is cus
tomary, remaining behind to light the
fuses, attached to the charges. Having
done so, ne signaled to his comrades,
and was in the act of being hoisted up
with a windlass and rope when, on near
ing the, mouth of the shaft, he by some
accident lost his hold and fell a distance
of fifty feet to the bottom e# the shaft,
where he lay stunned and dis&bed, in
close proximity to the horning fuses. A
chain ladder fortunately communicated
with the bottom of the shaft, apd, on ob
serving the fall, one of the miners at tike
windlass, placing his drawn knife be
tween his teeth, went down without
moment’s hesitation to the rescue of his
injured eonjrade, and severed the fuses
as they were on the point of igniting the
charges, and thus saving him from an
awful and instantaneous death.
the eve of the wedding*
O, love, before we part to-night,
Before the last “ I will ” is spoken—
Before the ring has touched my hand,
Of pure, true, endless love the token—
Before the church with holy rite
Her blessing on our love has given,
Look straight into my eyes with yours,
And answer me in sight of Heaven.
Is there within your heart of hearts
One lingering shadow of regret—
One thought that you have chosen ill ?
Oh ! speak—'tin not too late even yet.
I-i there in all this world of ours
One you have ever known or seen,
'' bom, if you had earlier seen or known.
You would have crowned your chosen queen ?
Is there ? I pray you tell me now,
And I wili lioid you bound no more.
I Mill not flinch to hear the truth.
It could not be so sari, so sore,
To know it now, as it would bo
If by and by a shadow fell
I pon the sunshine of our home;
So, if you ever loved me—tell.
Id hold you pure from blame, dear love!
And I would leave you free as air,
To woo and win that happier one;
All this for your dear sake I’d bear.
I will not say how I wouid pray
I hat God might have you in Ills care;
That would be easy—when I think
Of you, my heart is all one prayer.
But con’d I join her name with yours,
And call down blcss’ng from above
On her who hail robbed me of my all—
My life—my light—my only love?
Yes ! even that I’d try to do ;
Although my lonely heart should break,
I’d try to say, “God bless her! ” too,
Through blinding tears for your sweet sake.
I’m looking up into your eyes;
But, though my own with tears are dim,
] read that in the-'r true, clear depths,
Which toils me, “ You may trust in him.”
I will—-I will!—lt needs no words,
Though yours are flowing warm and fast.
And eloquent with truth and love ;
Forgive my doubts—they are tho last I
Chambers' Journal.
Found—A Diamond Ring,
I saw it kicked by the careless bal mo
ral of a jaunty nurse. I saw a fat morsel
of humanity make for it with a hey !
broken into diverse hey-es-eys by pudgy
trotting, and I stopped and secured it,
thereby causing the fat one to pull up
short, stare at me with two black cur
rants set in a dreary expanse of dough,
insert a dumpy thumb in an orifice of
the same expanse, and trot back again
with that stolid resignation under disap
pointment which is the peculiar attri
bute of the London infantile population.
Having ascertained the nature of mv
prize, I proceeded to meditate on the
proper course to pursue, which medi
tation resulted in the following adver
tisement :
Found.—This evening, Wednesday, in Re
gent’s Park, nearly opposite the'New’College, a
valuable diamond riug. The owner may re
cover it by calling at No. 10 Winton place, etc;
Before noon, on the following day, I
was making my most courteous bow to a
venerable-looking old gentleman, whose
white face and benevolent smile added a
double charm to the grace with which
he stepped forward, and, waiving cere
mony, extended his hand, saying :
“ You have taken a great weight from
my mind, my young friend, and must
allow me to thank you.”
The insinuating delicacy of the ad
jective (I am not more than 45) was,
perhaps, not without its effect. I ac
cepted the proffered pledge of amity in
respectful silence.
“ A young man,” continued the patri
arch, “ may possibly find it difficult to
understand liow the loss of a trinket
can be the source of positive suffering
to an old one ; but—l am alluding to
my lost ring— there are associations
connected with it whicli—ahem ! This
is childish ; you will excuse my emo
tion. ”
I bowed profoundly in the presence of
his natural emotion.
‘‘ I have passed some hours of sleep
lessness and distress, from which you
have been the means of relieving me ; I
feel deeply indebted to you. There re
mains nothing now but to reimburse you
for—”
“Excuse me, sir,” I stammered, rath
er hurriedly, “but, if the ring is yours,
you can undoubtedly describe its
armorial bearings.”
“ Armorial bearings, sir 1 It was a
diamond ring. ”
“Certainly.”
“A plain diamond ring,” repeated the
old gentleman, sternly. “Do not at
tempt to play tricks on me, young man.
I will point out to you directly—”
“ I beg your pardon,” said I, drawing
back from the outstretched hand, “but,
as the ring in my possession is surely
engraved with a*crest and motto, I con
clude it cannot be the one you are in
search of. ”
The old gentleman eyed me for a mo
ment keenly.
“I am afraid you are right,” he
sighed, in a tone of deep dejection ; “I
must seek further. Alas ! what a mel
ancholy termination of my hopeful jour
ney.”
“Speed the parting, welcome the
coming guest,” is a very good motto.
I made no attempt to detain my vener
able friend; but as he turned toward
the door I am certain I saw, beneath
the silver hairs, a lock of dark and shin
ing brown.
My next visitor was a lady, extensive
ly got up, of imposing height and car
riage, rouged, scented, spectacled.
“We meet under singular circum
stances,” began this lady, with a conde
scending haughtiness ; “I am ihe prin
cipal of a college for young ladies.”
With a deferential bow at the honor
done me, I begged to know what had pro
cured it.
“In the hours of recreation we are
accustomed to promenade in the park—
a delightful spot, so suggestive of the
blushing country. During Our ramble
yesterday a young lady under my charge
swas so unfortunate as to lose her ring.
4> ?ou, sir, are the fortunate finder.”
■ “I certainly did, madam, pick up a
ring, but—” .
“ Ah, how grateful my pupil will be at
ide-Awake, Independent, t>xit Neutral in IVotliing.
beholdiiig it again! ” exclaimed the
teacher of youth, clasping her hands ec
statically.
‘ ‘ Describe it. ”
“Describe it! A diamond ring, hand
some and massive, but plain.”
“And the crest? ”
“The crest 1 Ah, that my yoimg
charge were with me! Stupid to have
forgotten. The crest of the Deloraines.
It is a lion, passant or— ? No, lam
wrong. Unfortunate that she should be
too unwell to accompany me. But it is
immaterial; I will take it for her inspec
tion; she will recognize it immediately.”
“I fear, madam, that I should scarcely
be justified—”
“Sir!”
“I feel it my duty,” I said, firmly,
“under the circumstances, to take every
precaution against mistakes. I trust
the young lady is not too seriously in
disposed to give you the necessary in
formation. ”
“Very well, sir. Exceedingly w’ell,
sir. I fancied—yes, actually fancied—
that I was speaking to a gentleman. You
will find, sir, that the lady principal of
a female college is not to be insulted
with impunity. Good morning ”
Very harrowing this. I am scarcely
recovered from my lady governess, when
there is a dash of wheels to the door,
and a young fellow, flinging the reins to a
groom in livery, springs up the steps to
the door-bell.
“ Oh, dash it!” he begins, breathing
out a volume of stale tobacco, “I beg
your pardon, and that, but the old wom
an—dash it! that’s my mother—told me
I should find my ring here ; so I ordered
out the vessel and the cats and spun
along like ninepence for it.”
“ I shall be very glad to restore the
ring I was so unfortunate to find when I
can discover its owner.”
“ Discover ! dash it! didn’t I tell you
it’s mine ? I say, I wish you wouldn’t
be so precious slow—l don’t want the
cats to catch cold—l’ve just had ’em
shampooed, y’ know, napthsed, and
that. ”
‘ ‘ What sort of a ring was yours ?”
“What sort? Oh, come, as if you
didn’t know—that’s good. ”
I intimated that 1 should be glad to
find out if he knew.
. “ Not know my own ring, eh ! I know
it’s worth a couple of ponies. Come,
jet’s hear the damage and I’ll stump up. ”
“I cannot give up the ring unless you
describe it.”
“ O, dash it ! don’t chaff a fellow now.
I don’t care a hap about the thing, only
it belonged to some defunct party, and
the governor would cut up so deuced
rough. I’ve got heaps of ’em. Come,
I’ll swap you anyone of these because of
governor. ”
I respectfully declined the proposal.
“ Well, dash it,” explained the young
fellow, as though struck with a sudden
idea, “ what a couple of muffs we are !
I could tell you in a minute if it’s mine,
dash it!”
I replied that I was very sorry that I
could not oblige him, and, adding that
he had better obtain an exact descrip
tion of the thing from his governor, I
recommended him not to keep the cats
longer in the cold.
Mem. lam getting exceedingly tired
of my treasure-trove. I retire to my
room with a view of dressing to go out.
I am informed that a lady wishes to see
me, and I am afraid my mental calcula
tion was not complimentary to the lady
in question.
A tali, graceful figure, draped in heavy
mourning, rises at my entrance. She
opens the negotiation *m some confus
ion, turning away her face. She has come
to me in the hope of regaining a ring,
carelessly lost, the parting gift of a fond
father to her brother and herself.
My eyes rested on the crape about her
dress—on her pale, beautiful face, from
which the blush of confusion and timid
ity had faded. Deferentially I request
her to describe it.
“A large diamond, handsome,” she
believed, “ but valuable to her for far
other reasons.”
“ But,” I said, gently, “ chased on the
gold inside the ring there is—”
“A crest; lam aware of it,” she an
swered, sadly, “but I know nothing of
heraldry, and have never given it more
than a second glance. My brother is
dying, sir,” she said, lifting up her pale
face to mine. “ Only this morning he
missed the ring from my finger, uneas
ily ; we were alone in the world; it is
the only relic left of one so lately taken
from us ; how can I tell him it is lost ?”
“lam sorry to pain you,” I said, try
ing to be firm. “but it would be more
satisfactory for all parties, and cause
but little delay, if you could obtain the
description from your brother.”
Without a word she turned away; the
mournful resignation of her air and at
titude touched me, and as she turned I
saw a tear roll silently down and fall
upon the hand stretched to the door
handle. I couldn’t stand it.
“ Stop,” I exclaimed, “ one moment.
lam sure—l feel certain—l may trust
you. You will tell me—”
I take the ring from its security; I
hold it out timidly for the blue eyes to
examine.
I see vet the look of delight over
spread lier fine features—l see the ex
pression of almost childish pleasure in
her eyes as she looked up at me and
clasped her hands and cried out: “ The
ring, the ring! O, Alfred, my dear
brother! ”
Her hand was upon it; such a tremu
lous, bappy eagerness in her glance;
such a caressirg fondness in her way of
fingering it How pretty she was.
“My dear child (I am 45), it gives
me sincere pleasure—” Then I stam
mered ; then I sprang after her. “At
least you will leave your address with
me.” *
INDIAN SPRING, GEORGIA.
“ Ah, sir,” she says, sruiir, handing
me the card on which she had been pen
ciling, “some day you will be sorry
for this. You do not trust me. ”
Certainly lam a brute. The accent
of reproach in her voice haunts hie; the
sorrowful glance of her eye—how pretty
she is ! I sit down to my breakfast in
the morning, half inclined to call at the
address given, and apologize for my
heathenish distrust.
How delightful to see her in her own
peculiar atmosphere, ministering to the
sick brother wlio is all she has in the
world ; to look upon, if one cannot en
joy, the beautiful tenderness of a gentle
sister to an aiilicted brother.
But my letters wait, and I toy with
them. This is a hand I know. What
does Fred want, I wonder? I tear it
open ! I read :
Drau Jack : What a queer chance if you
have stumbled upon my ring. I was obliged
to run down to Rumford late last evening, and
never missed it till we slackened at Ilford. A
pretty taking I’ve been in. If it’s mine, the
civ A is inside. You know it—a mailed hand
holding a lance, and the motto: “ Armed at
all points.” Verily, truth is stranger than fic
tion. Keep it for me. Fred Fvnino.
Idiot! Gull! It is quite uselesS to
call myself names. Ic is almost super
fluous to add that when I called at a cer
tain address in Easton Square, to in
quire for Miss Lucy Hamilton, the lady
was not to be found. Probably the
“dear Alfred” had required speedy
change of air; probably brother and sis
ter were even embracing in rapturous
gratitude over the relic of one lost to
them so lately. Was that dear one not
lost, but transformed ? Had the silver
haired patriarch of the first visit
changed to the dashing buck of the
third ? And was the virtuous teacher of
youth only the tender sister in masquer
ade? On my word, I believe so ; I dare
say they are enjoying the joke. Possi
bly it is a dodge often repeated. But
what am I to say to Fred ?
Afraid of Being Cheated.
The uneducated mind does not see
through those forms by which business
is transacted. There is a well-known
story of two honest Dutch neighbors.
One of them, Hans, borrowed twenty
dollars from the other, Jacob.
“Mustn’t I give you a writing for dis,
Jacob?” said honest Hans, as he pocketed
the money.
“Yah, dat is what they do, I dinks.”
Hans scrawled something which
that lie had borrowed twenty dollars
from Jacob, and would repay him as
soon as he could. He handed it to
Jacob.
“No, I don’t keep this,” answered
Jacob, scratching his head, as if in doubt.
‘ ‘You must keep so dat you’ll know you
owe me de money.”
A similar perplexity as to a written
promise to pay, once sent an honest but
ignorant hosier out of a court room, in
hot haste, lest he should be cheated. In
the early days of Indiana, the lawyer
used to follow the. courts in the different
counties. “Biding the circuit,” it was
called, aud demanded horses that could
struggle through mud-roads and swim
over deep, rapid streams.
During a court session, a lawyer bar
gained for a pony for twenty-five dollars,
on a credit of six months. The next day
the owner brought the pony, but required
security for the payment of the price.
The lawyer drew a note at the top of a
sheet of fools-cap, and signed it. His
brother lawyers, some twenty in number,
signed it, and then the "court—three
judges—wrote down their names.
The lawyer presented the thoroughly
signed note to the man and was surprised
to bear bim say: “Do you think lam a
fool, to let you get the court and all the
lawyers on your side? I see you mean
to cheat me out of my pony. ”
Up jumped the alarmed man, ran out
of court, mounted the pony aud galloped
for home as fast as the horse could carry
him.
Wouldn’t Call Yames.
Bill Jones had been to sea, and, on his
return, he was relating to his uncle an
adventure which he met with on board a
ship. “ I was one night leaning over
the taffrail, looking down into the
mighty ocean,” said William, “when
my watch fell from my pocket, and im
mediately sunk out of sight. The vessel
was going ten knots an hour ; but, noth
ing daunted, I sprang over the rail, and,
after a long search, found the watch,
came up close under the stem, and
climbed back to the deck without any
one knowing I had been absent.”
“William,” said his uncle, opening his
eyes to their widest capacity, “how fast
did you say the vessel was sailing ? ”
“ Ten knots an hour,” replied William.
“And you dived down into the sea,
William, and came up with the watch,
and climbed up the rudder chains ? ”
“ Yes, uncle.” “ And you expect me to
believe your story?” “Of course,” re
plied William, “you wouldn’t dream
of calling me a liar ? ” “William,” said
his uncle, gravely, “you know I never
call anybody names ; out if the Mayor
were to come to me and say, ‘ Josiah, I
want to find the biggest liar in town,’ I
would come straight to you and say,
* William, the Mayor wants to see you.
INI. Amedee GumLEsrnv, in hig new
>ork, in the French language, on comets,
calls them “the vagabonds of the heav
ens.” He quotes the following prophetic
passages, translated from the Latin of
Seneca, written eighteen centuries ago,
and fulfilled in mod am times by the
combined efforts of many astronomers.
“ Some future day a man will arise who
will demonstrate in what part of the
heavens the motions of comets take
place, why they move so far distant
from the other planets, what is their
magnitude and what their nature, ”
Onr Breakfasts.
The American’s breakfast bill of fare
is varied but little: beefsteak, fried or
baked potatoes, griddle cakes with syrup,
or hot muffins and biscuit, are the arti
cles he sighs for aud will have, despite the
threatenings of dyspepsia. Across the
water, they shudder at the American
breakfast, while they discuss their
chocolate, delicate rolls, soft-boiled
eggs and fruit, with appetite. To those
accustomed to more hearty food, it seems
at first sight as if it would be impossible
to accomplish tho work or half the day
upon a breakfast of rolls, eggs, and
chocolate; yet after one has become ac
customed to the habit, it is difficult to
partake of a more substantial meal early
in the day without discomfort. And
surely a breakfast of chocolate, rolls—
fresh baked, but not hot—oatmeal, eggs
and fruit, is fit for a king. It is varied,
nutritious, delicate, and easy to digest,
and it contains nothing fried. If we
could only banish the saucepan’s con
tents from our breakfast-table, and bring
up our children equally to dread Satan
and shun that which is fried! How many
little ones in this free land, after cheer
fully munching their crisp, greasy pota
toes, and hot fried pork or beefsteak,
enter the school-room to fall into all kinds
of trouble. Their brains are disorgan
ized by the indigestible food they have
eaten. If we should feed them upon
milk, oatmeal, and such nourishing
things in the morning, with plenty of
rare, broiled beefsteak at noon, they
might not develop immediatelyin to little
angels, perhaps, but they certainly would
have rosier cheeks and brighter minds.
The question of what one shall eat is in
exhaustible, however, aud every one has
a different opinion concerning it. It is
the business of the housewife to know
something about the subject from a
chemical standpoint, and to regulate the
dinners of her family so that they may
not only bo palatable but healthful.
Pies, puddings, rich pastry of all kinds,
in fact, should always be tabooed in a
family where there are no children; but
after these are denied a diet may be pre
scribed which is at once wholesome and
appetizing. There is a great deal in the
manner of preparing food to render it
harmless. For instance, the oyster,
either broiled, stewed, or raw, is the
most easily digested of edibles; but fried,
it stands revealed as the father of night
mares. Yet, such is the contrariness of
human nature, most people prefer it
fried ! Few of us can resist a dish of
crisp, smoking oysters thus prepared,
even at breakfast time, though it be
much more virtuous to eat a buttered
roll. An unruly appetite leads us into
all manner of troubles.
The Champion Liar.
The most abled-bodied liar on this
continent is now on the staff of the San
Francisco Chronicle , and that paper is
justly proud of his brilliant mendacity.
Gifted as others have been in this line,
the ’Frisco man discounts (hem all and
gives them as many points as they wish
at the beginning of the game. His gen
ius in this respect is probably the result
of the “glorious climate of California,”
ably seconded by that training which
only Chicago or San Francisco can give.
His most imposing and massive false
hoods are always in the medical line. A
while ago he gave an accout of a physi
cian who removed a condemned criminal’s
brain, piece by piece. The top of the
unfortunate culprit’s head would lift off
like a lid, so that any inquisitive person
could gaze at the empty shell. To do
the doctor justice it must be admitted
that he kept the scooped-out head filled
with cotton, so that the brainless man
could not catch cold. No doubt Califor
nia is so accustomed to see men without
brains that this story passed current
there. This man, we presume, is now
an estimable citizen oi San Francisco,
going around with a lump of cotton in
stead of brains. Again, this chronicler
wrote of a physician who fixed up a bath
that would freeze solid in an instant, by
touching an electric knob. By mistake
the physician got into the bath, some
one touched the knob, and in a moment
the doctor was ready to be loaded on an
ice wagon. The latest yarn appeared
last week. Barney McGee, probably a
descendant of the “Bouncing Barney
McGee” celebrated in an old Irish song,
drove a street car till he got a disease
that softened all his bones. Barney was
about to collapse when Dr. Bishop took
him in hand and ossified Mr. McGee on
theoutside. He procured bone material
at the stock yards and covered Barney
with a shell—in fact, made a human oys
ter of him. Barney has no bones inside,
but his outside shell prevents collapse
and although he is a little stiff in his
manner he gets along all right.— Detroit
Free Press.
•
Jonah in the Whale’s Belly.
Two hundred years ago Dr. Zachary
Boyd wrote the following quaint descrip
tion of Jonah in the whale’s belly. He
was a minister of the barony parish
of Glasgow, and Rector of its Uni
versity :
V hat house is this, where’s neither coal nor candle,
Where nothing but guts of fishes handle?
I and my table are both within,
Where day ne’er dawned, where sun did never shine.
The like of this on earth man never saw,
A living man within a monster’s maw,
Buried under mountains which are high and steep,
Plunged under waters hundreds fathoms dee?.
Not so with Noah, from his house of tree,
For through a window he a light did see;
He sailed above the highest waves—a wonder;
I and my boat are all the waters under;
He, in his arke, might goe, and also oorne.
But I sit still in such a straitened roome
As is most uncouthe, head and feet together,
Among such grease as a thousand smother.
I find no way now for my shrinking hence,
But here I lye, and die for mine offense,
Eight prisoners were in Noah’s hulk together;
Comfortable they were, each one to the other,
In all the earth like unto me is none;
Far from all living, I here lye alone.
SU6SCRIPTION-*51.60.
NUMBER 24.
Ye Olden Days.
Thirty years ago Michigan people wen
a frank and truthful set Strangers
could come here and trade horses with
their eyes shut, and breach of promiss
cases were unknown. Folks meant what
they said, and when they gave theii
word, stuck to it.
Thirty years ago a widower from New
York State appeared in Lansing on busi
ness. That same business carried him
over to DeWitt, eight miles away. Whilf
en route he stopped at a log farm hous
to warm his cold fingers. He was warm*
ly welcomed by the pioneer and his wife,
both of whom were well along in years,
and after some general talk, the woman
queried:
“Am I right in thinking you a wid
ower?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come out here to find a
wife?”
“Partly.”
“Did anybody tell vou of our Susie?”
“No.”
“Well, we have got as bouncing a girl
of twenty-two as you ever set eyes on.
She’s good-looking, healthy and good
tempered, aud I think she ll like your
looks.”
“Where is she?”
“Over in the woods, here, chopping
down a coon tree. Shall I blow the horn
for her ?”
“No. If you’ll keep an eye on my
horse I'll find her.”
“Well, there’s nothing stuck up or
affected about Susio. She’ll say yes or
no as soon as she looks you over. If
you waut her, don’t be afraid to say so.”
The stranger heard the sound of her
ax and followed it. He found her just as
the tree was ready to fall. She was a
stout, good-lookiug girl, swinging the ax
like a man, and in two minutes he had
decided to say:
“Susie, I’m a widower from New York
State; I’m thirty-nine years old, have
one child, own a good farm, and I want a
wife. Will you go back home with
me?”
She leaned on the ax and looked at
him for half a minuto, and then replied:
“Can’t say for certain. Just wait till
I get these coons off my mind. ”
She sent the tree crashing to the earth,
and with his help killed five coons, which
Avere stowed aAvay in a holloAV.
“Well, what do you say?” he asked, as
the last coon stopped kicking. *.
“I’m your’n!” Avas the reply? **and by
the time you get back from DeWitt I’ll
have these pelts off and tacked up, and
be ready for the preacher !”
He returned to the house, told the
old folks that he should brihg a preacher
back A\dtli him, and at dusk that evening
the twain were married. Hardly an hour
had been wasted in courting, and yet he
took home one of the best girls in the
State of Michigan.— Detroit Free Press,
Actresses’ Arts.
A great many tricks of stage costume
spring from personal defects. In what
ever cut of waist Modjeska appears, there
is always a bunch of flowers or bow
placed at the left of her open corsage.
When this device is not resorted to, a
little strap of silk will be trailed across
diagonally, or a little fan of laoe will sud
denly spring from the left corner, in or
der to hide a scar on the breast that
looks as if it might be the result of a
wound from a poniard, “souvenir” of a
romance.
Poor Lucille Western was afflicted by
a birth-mark. She was a regular female
Esau. About her waist there was a thick
growth of silky brown hair, which ran up
to a point in front. Where it came above
the tops of her dresses was carefully
shaved, but the skin aPlays remained
blue. So Lucille wore a huge cross
dangling just above that portion of her
anatomy.
Parepa Rosa had a deep vaccination
scar far down her robust arm, and when
her sleeves were very short a knot of
ribbon or a trail of flowers used to cover
it. Before she grew so extremely stout,
she wore a golden band above the elbow
to hide it, but when her armlet got to be
as big as a waistcoat she abandoned the
oddity. One night, speaking of the scar
to an American girl who sat in her dress
ing-room, the Yankee offered Parepa an
immediate and effectual concealment of
the offending spot. She took one of the
candles off the toilet table, and holding
it above the arm let one drop of the
melted wax fall upon the place, and
there was no further need of concealing
devices. A dash of flesh-tinted powder
completed the cure, and Parepa’s make
up-box forever after contained a bit of
wax candle. —New York Mirror.
Thought it Was a Mouse.
The Newburyjjort (Mass.) Herald re
lates the following incident: A short
time since an elderly lady of this city
startled the household with a piercing
shriek and the information that there was
a mouse in her pocket. Someone rushed
to her rescue, hastily assisted her to divest
herself of her wrapper, firmly grasping
the mouth of the pocket to prevent the
escape of the dangerous animal. The
garment was then turned over to the man
of the house, and he, armed with a club,
proceeded to the back yard to dispatch
the offender. The pocket was epened
gradually, but no mouse appeared. Final
ly, gaining courage, he ventured to in
vestigate, and found the cause of all the
excitement to be a pocket tape measure,
from which the spring had become de
tached and had unwound with a whirr.
Some fellow has figured out that Van
derbilt’s income would allow bim to visit
8,009 circusses, eat 20,000 pints of pea
nuts, and drink 5,000 glasses of lemon
ade every day in the year.