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W. F. SMITH, Publisher. VOLUME IX. THE FLOWN BIRD. The maple's leaves are whirled away; The depths of the great pines are stirred; Night settles on the sullen day, As In Its nest the mountain bird. My wandering feet go up and down, And back and forth from town to town. Through the lone wood and by the sea, To find the bird that fled from me; I followed, and I follow yet— -1 have forgotten to forget My heart goes back, but I go on, Through Brimmer heat and winter snow ; Poor heart, we are no longer one, But are divided by our woe. too to the nest I built and call— She may be hiding after all— The empty nest If that remains, And leave me in the long, long rains ; My sleeves with tears are always wet— -1 have forgotten to forget Men know my story, but not mo— For such fidolity, they say, Flints not—such a man as he Fxists not In the world to-day. If his light bird has flown the nest She is no worse than all the rest; Constant they are not—only good To bill and coo, and hatch the brood; He has but one thing to regret— lie has forgotten to forget. All day I see the ravens fly, I hear the sea-birds scream all night; Tho moon goes up and down the sky, The sun comes in with ghastly light; Leaves whirl, white flakeß around me blow— Are they spring blossoms or the snow ? Only my hair? Good by, my heart, The tim* has come for us to part; Be still 1 You will be happy yet— For death remembers to forget. —Translated from the Japanese. THEIU SECOND YOUTH. Tlio Laily Annabel Bat in a small room iii her father’s castle, looking out of a window which overlooked a wide land scape. Her maidens were in a little group at tlio other end of the apartment busily engaged at their embroidery, laughing and chattering and whispering, just as they might were they alive now —for this was many years ago and they are all dead and buried. The Lady Annabel took no notico of them; Bho was thinking. At last she looked up and yawned—“Oh, I am so sleepy and thirsty! Mabel, bring me some water. ” Mabel obeyed—and as she received the cup again, she said “ Your Ladyship will not be sleepy to-morrow 1” “ To-morrow ! What is to-morrow?” “ Does not your Ladyship recollect that to-morrow is your Ladyship’s birth day? and ” “My birthday? Oh, yes, so it is. I had forgotten all about it. We are to have a merry timo of it, I believe; but lam sure I feol in no humor for merri ment now. Lay down your work, girls, for a little while, and take a stroll in the garden.” When she found herself alone, the La dy Annabel walked up and down the small apartment, then stopping before the looking glass she said : “My birth day ! Am I indeed twenty-nine to-mor row ? Twenty-nine ! that sounds old 1 It is ten years since my father came in to possession of this estate, and every one of those years have passed one just like another. I feel no older than I was then. I look no older.” And she looked again into the mirror. “I am no older in any one respect. How I wish they would let my birthday pass by in silence, and not distress me by publishing *to all the assembled crowd that the Lady Annabel is now twenty-nine! ” Her reverie was here disturbed by the hasty entrance of her father. “ Why, what makes you look so down cast, daughter ? For shame ! go down and assist in the preparations for to morrow’s feast, instead of moping here. Hat I must not forget to tell you I saw my neighbor L this morning. We passed through his grounds, and he joined our hunting party.” At this the Lady Annabel’s color heightened visibly. “He says he expects his son back in a few months ; and he and I were set king, that as our estates touch, and as be has but one son, and 1 have but the daughter ; but I hear my men ; they have brought home the stags—one of them has such horns ! You must come down after awhile and see them.” So saying he left her. “And Jasper is coming home,” con tinued the Lady Annabel to herself, ‘ How well do I remember the first time I saw- him—it was on my birthday! I was 12-years old, and, although he just my age, I was a tall girl and he & little boy. I refused to dance with him because he was a whole head shorter than I—but if mv father and his have B uch plans for us ” At this moment her companions re turned, and, quieting their laughing countenances, sat down again to their embroidery. The next day was one of unusual fes 'ity. By mid-day the hall was crowd fffffff Devot*(] to .Industrial Inter, st, the Diffu-ion of Troth, the Establishment of Jnstire. and the Preservation of a People's Covernment. ed with ladies and gentlemen of high de gree, from far and near. The music was loud, and dancing and feasting was the order of the day. The Lady Anna bel, contrary to her expectation, was be guiled by the joy she saw on every face around her, and entered with great vi vacity into every sport that was pro posed. No laugh so loud as hers—no movement so full of glee. Late at night, when the guests had departed, she threw herself, flushed and excited, into a largo chair in her own room, and began to loosen the rose from her hair. So it is all over, and I have been hap py, very happy, indeed I have—only the recollection that it was my birthday would intrude itself upon me, to damp my enjoyment, every now and then. I heard several people usk if it were true that it was my twenty-ninth birthday— they did not know it was my twenty ninth. And that odious Miss Wliat’s her-name actually said I looked very well for that, very well, indeed. I should be glad, I know, to see her look half so well, though she was, as she eays, a baby when I was almost grown up. Twenty-nine ! twenty-nine 1 Oh ! I wish I was not so old 1” and, covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears. Let us pass over a few months. The neighbor’s long-expected son lias come home, and Lady Annabel is in a state of anxiety, for her heart is true to her first love, despite her twenty-nine years. Her father and his neighbor are a great deal together, looking over papers and in specting boundary lines ; but, contrary to all expectation, the neighbor’s son turns out perverse, as neighbors’ sons are apt to do, and begins a flirtation with a little girl of sixteen, as poor as a rat. His father frowned, Annabel’s fa ther frowned, and Annabel—she remem bered her twenty-nine years. This state of things continued for some months, in spite of various remon strances on tlio part of one father and polite speeches on the part of the other. In vain title deeds were shown him—in vain the contiguous estates were talked over and walked over. Jasper remained immovable. At last, upon being formally and rig orously appealed to by his father as to his intentions concerning Lady Annabel, ho obstinately refused to enter into any engagement with her whatsoever, alleg ing as a reason that she was too old to be his wife, and adding, she might be informed of his having said so, for aught lie cared. Two clays after ho put tho finishing stroke to his disobedience by eloping with the before-mentioned little girl of IG. All this was conveyed to the Lady Anuabel by her offended and indignant father. And now, indeed, was she un happy—for she really loved this man, and knew 7 herself to have been loved by him some years before. “Too old for him, indeed!—too old for him ! God knows my love for him may be older than it was, but it is only the stronger, the more enduring. Cruel,cruel Jasper, to cast me off thus ; and for what ? —because lam 29 1 Surely lam the same that I have always been. And he reproached mo with the years that have taken away none of my beauty ; he might as well lay to my charge the age that passed before I was born. ” But so it was, in spite of all her grief. It was then as it is now, as it always has been and always will be—man speaks, and womau abides by it. The Lady Annabel pined, and grieved and wept in secret; and talked and laughed and jested about the elopement in pub lic ; and for a while no one knew that hers was a heavy-laden heart. Tears do a great deal of mischief in the world. In the Lady Annabel’s case they did a great deal. They took all the luster from her bright eyes; they washed away the color from her cheeks, and rolling down they wore for them selves channels in her smooth skin, so that by her 30th birthday people began to sav, “the Lady Annabel is very much faded”—“the Lady Annabel is not quite so young as she was ” —and one little lady, the odious little lady, as Lady Annabel had called her a year ago, was heard to say—“l did think she wore very well, but I don t think so now. To be sure, poor thing, she is getting on pretty well.” Thi3 time the Lady Annabel entreat ed her father to omit the usuil merry making. She spent the day alone in her own room. “Thirty years old 1 How it dis tressed me a year ago to think I was 29. I have no such feelings now. Jas | per was right when he said I tbs too ' old for him. How would my careworn, INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA. sorrowful face look in company with his blooming appearance ? They talked of a ball for to-night—how my heart shrank from such a thing ! lat a ball! No—this dimly-lighted room suits me better. Jasper was right. But then, if he had still loved me, would my youth and beauty have gone so soon ? Per haps not—but they are gone. And what is left to me ? A dull, joyless life of re gret.” But she was wrong—she was not quite as old as she thought. A few years passed away. Her violent sorrow be came changed by degrees into a melan choly, and then into a gravity. They rarely saw her laugh, but she was very often cheerful. She had put away her ornaments—her jewels—it is true, but her attire was always becoming and elegant. Her father’s dwelling contin ued to be the resort of his numerous friends. She mingled with them but seldom, and smiled when the odious lit tle lady, now Mrs. Somebody, talked about old maids. Meanwhile Jasper was never heard of—his angry father having refused to correspond with him. He seemed to bo everywhere forgotten, and he was—everywhere but in one place. But grief will wear itself out, After a while Annabel at first listened, and then joined in the conversation of lier father’s guests, and found herself by degrees returning the interest evinced for her by a country gentleman of some property in the neighborhood, about ten years older than herself. She was now 35. The next thing was a wedding at the hall, and no one seemed in higher spirits than the bride herself, decked in the ornaments which had laid in their cases for five years. Annabel was young again. Let us pass over five years of quiet domestic happiness—for, although her feelings toward her husband were very different from those called forth by her first love, still she was attached to the worthy man. * * * * * Her black dress and ugly cap, no less than her slow gait and saddened air, showed her to be a widow 7 . Lonely and desolate since her bereavement, slie has again taken up her residence with her father, and inhabits the same little room she formerly did. A few 7 months more, and her father’s death increased her seclusion. She has no relation left on earth, and earnestly and bitterly does she pray that she may die, and leave this world of sorrows. She receives no visitors, and never ap pears abroad—only now and then, late in the afternoon, when the weather is fine, her tall, closely-veiled figure may bo seen walking slowly through the shady w r alks about the castle, and the village children coming home from school peep at her through the hedge and whisper : “It is only tho old lady taking her walk.” We said visitors were never admitted there, and they were not. So much the greater then w 7 as the surprise of all the servants when, one day, a fine-looking, middle-aged man was seen in the large parlor in converse with their mistress; this was repeated so often that at last it became quite a customary thing. She took no more solitary walks; her black veil was laid aside; her close cap again gave way to her glossy hair—glossy still, though streaked with gray. Her youth was coming back—for was not this Jasper—the Jasper of old—her first love ? Poor Jasper 1 he had been un happy in his marriage, and upon his j wife’s death had come home with his son after long years spent in poverty abroad. “Jasper,” said Annabel, “ the world will call ns an old couple. It is true years have passed over us. We have been old, both of us, but it was sorrow that made us so, not time. Sorrow has left us now, and time has brought us to this, our second youth. Is it not so? For, although they speak the truth when they say both of us have gray hairs, yet, if they could but see our hearts, they would say there is youth yet in them— as in the day when I would not dance with you because you were a head short er than I, or the day when you deserted me because I was too old for you.” One line of Chicago street cars is pro pelled by an endless cable, revolving around a large cylinder driven by a steam engine. The cable is always in motion, a “ grip ” being let fall from the car, which seizes the cable, and the cqg is dragged on until it is necessary to stop, when the “ grip ” is relaxed and the car stops. Chesterfield used to say, “Never walk fast ; a gentleman is never in a hurry,” But then there were no rail road trains or horse cars to catch in his day, —Jbvivcll Citizen. SMITH WANTED WHAT HE OR DERED. Some year3 ago an Austin merchant, whom we will call Smith—because that was and is the name painted on his sign board, sent an order for goods to a New York firm. He kept a extensive general store, had plenty of money, kept all his accounts in a pocket memorandum book, and didn’t know the difference be tween double entry book-keeping and the science of hydrostatics. Among other things he ordered was 12 gross assorted clothes-pins, 12 ditto grindstones. When he ordered the grindstones, he meant to order an assortment of twelve grindstones. The shipping clerk of the New York firm was astonished when he read the order. He went to the man ager and said • “For Heaven’s sake ! what do they want with twelve gross, 1,728 grind stones, in Texas ? ” The manager said it must be a mistake, and telegraphed Smith: “ Wasn’t it a mistake ordering so many grindstones ? ” Old man Smith prided himself on never making a mistake. He had no copy of his order to refer to, and, if he had, he would not have referred to it, because he knew he had only ordered twelve grind stones. So he wrote back : “Probably you think you know my business better than I do. I always or der what I want, and I want what I order. Send on the grindstones.” The New York firm knew Smith was a little eccentric, but that he always paid cash on receipt of invoice, and was able to buy a dozen quarries-full of grind stones if he cared to indulge in such luxuries, so they filled his order as writ ten, and chartered a schooner, filled her full of grindstones, and cleared her for Galveston. They wrote to Smith, and said that they hoped the consignment of grindstones by schooner would keep him going until they could charter another vessel. Smith sold grindstones at whole sale, and at low figures on long time for some three years afterward. Now, when Smith’s wicked rivals in business want to perpetrate a [practical joke on an in nocent hardware drummer, they tell him that he had better not neglect to call on Smith, as they just heard the old man say he wanted to order some more grind stones. When the drummer calls on Smith, and, with a broad smile lighting up his countenance, says, “ Mr. Smith, I understand you are needing some grindstones,” there is a painful tableau that the reader can better imagine than we can describe. —Texas Siftings. INDIA-RUBBEX.' GATHEItJCXG. When the hunter has found a rubber tree, he first clears away a space from the roots, and then moves on in search of others, returning te commence opera tions as soon as he haA marked all the trees in the vicinity. He first of all digs a hole in the ground hard by, aud then cuts in the tree a Y-shaped incision, with a machete, as high as he can reach. The milk is caught as it exudes and flows into the hole. As soon as the flow from the cuts has ceased the tree is cut down, and the trunk raised from the ground by means of an improvised trestle. After placing large leaves to catch the sap, gashes are cut throughout the entire length, and the miik carefully collected. When it first exudes the sap is of the whiteness and consistence of cream, but it turns black on exposure to the air. When the hole is filled with rubber, it is coagulated by adding hard soap or the root of the mechvacan, which have a most rapid action, and prevent the escape of the water that is always present in the fresh sap** When coagulated sufficiently, the rubber is carried on the backs of the hunters by bark thongs to the banks of the river and floated down on rafts. The annual destruction of rubber trees in Columbia is very great, and the industry must soon disappear altogether, unless the Government puts in force a law that already exists, which compels the hunt ers to tap the trees without cutting them down. If this law were strictly carried out there would be a good opening for commercial enterprise, for rubber trees will grow from eight to ten inches in diameter in three or four years from seed. The trees require but little at tention, and begin to yield returns soon er than any other. Those that yield the greatest amount of rubber flourish on the banks of the Simu and Aslato rivers. The value of the crude India rubber imported into the States annual ly is about $10,000,000. A Chicago dealer advertises corsets : { - or io cents. It is wonderful how cheap squeezing has become in this country. THE FREEZING CURE. By means of freezing parts may be rendered wholly insensible to pain, so that slight surgical operations may be easily performed. Wlien the freezing is long continued the frozen parts may lose their vitality entirely, which will cause them to slough away. By these meaus, excrescences, as warts, wens and polypi, fibrous and sebaceous tumors, and <ven malignant tumors, as cancers, may be successfully removed. Small cancers may sometimes be cured by repeated and long-continued freezing. Their growth may certainly be impeded by this means. A convenient mode of ap plication in cancer of the breast is to suspend from the neck a rubber bag filled with powdered ice, allowing it to lie against the cancerous organ. FreezJ mg may be accomplished by applying a spray of ether, by means of an atom izer, or by a freezing mixture composed of equal parts of pounded ice and salt, of two parts of snow to one of salt. Mix quickly, put into a gauze bag, and apply to the part to be frozen. In three to six minutes the skin will become white and glistening, w'lien the bag should be removed. Freezing should not be continued longer than six mim utes at a time, as the tissues may be harmed, though usually no harm results from repeated freezing, if proper care is used in thawing the frozen part. It should be kept immersed iu cool water, or covered with cloths kept cool by fre quent wetting with cold water, until the natural feeling is restored. Felons may often be cured, especially when they first begin, by freezing two or three times. Lumbago and sciatica; as well as other forms of neuralgia, are sometimes almost instantly relieved by freezing of the skin immediately above the painful part. We have cured some of the most obstinate cases of sciatica by this means, after other remedies had failed.— Dr. J. 11. Kellogg , in Physician. A CUP OP GOOD COFFEE . Lord Beaconsfield, with his wide ex perience, wrote in “Endymion” that a cup of good coffee is the rarest and most delicious beverage in the world. Bad coffee is certainly the rule, good coffee the exception. There is no reason why coffee should not bo invariably good. With a common tin coffee pot, pure water and a fine quality of coffee, as fragrant and delicious a beverage as any one need care to drink can be prepared without any extraordinary effort or trouble. This recipe will always insure excellent coffee : Mix the ground coffee with the white of an egg and a little cold water, stirring them well together; add one-third of the amount required of cold water, and set tho pot on the stove where it will heat gradually. As soon as it coi.es to a boil, add another por tion of the water, and in like manner the third portion. After the whole quantity of water has been added, let it boil at once, pour a little cold water into the pot, remove from the stove, and, after standing a few minutes to settle, it will be ready for use. This method, which is still simpler, is also good: Mix the ground coffee with a small quantity of cold water to a paste, and let it steep for an hour or longer. When needed, add as much boiling water as desired, and let it stand for ten or fifteen minutes where it will keep hot but not boil. Cold water makes a stronger infusion, and extracts the aroma of coffee better than hot water—and allowing it to reach the boiling point destroys the taste of rawness incident to most coffees steeped in or filtered with boiling water. An amusing incident occurred at the Pension Office the other day. One of the examiners, in looking over the pa pers of an applicant for a pension, found that it was indorsed by Rutherford B. Hayes, of Fremont, Ohio. As is cusl tomary when the character of the per sons indorsing the claim are unknown, the Postmaster of the town is written to for information. The examiner evidently did not know who Rutherford B. Hayes was, as he wrote to the Postmaster at Fremont, Ohio, making the usual in quiries. Greatness disappears with un usual rapidity. ♦ Although an official declaration and a commemorative medal announce that the Cologne Cathedral is practically complete, a certain amount of decora tion—considerable in the aggregate, though insignificant in comparison with the whole vast work—still remains to be applied. The London Echo thinks that another generation may pass away be fore the structure, with all its world of detail, will be declared perfect. SUBSCRIPTION—SI.SO. NUMBER 32. PLEASANTRIES “ Tms is rather up-hill work,” said the patient, when he threw up the doc tor’s bolus. The “fours of habit,” said the gam bler, softly, as he dealt himself all the aces in the pack. A Boston doctor says high-heeled shoes ruin the eyesight, and yet he can not be persuaded to look the other way. “At what age were you married?” in. quired one matron of another. “At the parsonage,” demurely answered her triend. The army worm got as far as Boston when a miss with eye-glasses called it by its real name. It immediately laid down and died. “ Taxmage On the North Pole ” is the caption of an article in an exchange. Should think he would resemble a jump ing-jack in that position. An experiences observer was once asked, “ Wliat is the art of winning a woman?” and answered: “About the same thing as the art of pig to market.” “ Why does a donkey eat thistles?’ asked a teacher of one of the largest boys in the class. “Because he is a donkey, I reckon,” was the prompt reply. In the mountains—Arabella (whose soul is Wrapped in science): “Charles, isn’t this gneiss?” Charles (who is deeply interested in Arabella) : “ Nice ! It’s delicious.” Some ingenious observer has discov ered that there is a remarkable resem blance between a baby and wheat, since it is cradled, then thrashed, and finally becomes the flower of the family. The Marquis of Bute started a daily paper in Wales, and, after sinking about $400,000 in the concern, shut up the shop. Asa Marquis he is all right, but in journalism the Bute is on the other leg. A professor of French in an Albany school recently asked a pupil what was the gender of academy. The unusually bright pupil responded that it depended on whether it was a male or female academy. * Two well-dressed ladies were ex amining a statue of Andromeda, labeled “Executed in terra-cotta.” Says one, “Where is that?” “lam sure I don’t know,” replied the other, “but I pity the poor girl, wherever it was.” Will someone who is versed in the science of sound please get up and ex plain why a hotel waiter, who can’t hear the call of a hungry man two feet and a half away, can hear the jingle of a quar ter clear across a dining-room ? “Where would we be without women ? ” asks a writer. It’s hard to determine just which way the majority would drift, but some men would be out of debt and out of trouble, and a good many others would be out at their elbows. Mother seeking a situation as foot man for her rawboned son. Lady— “ Does he know how to wait at table ?” Mother—“ Yes, ma’am.” Lady—“ Does he know his way to announce?” Mother —“Well, ma’am, I don’t know that he knows his weight to an ounce, but hs does to a pound or two.” Vermont has for years been the chief reliance of American sheep-growers for fine-wool animals, and the trade in merino sheep from the Green Mountain State is steadily on the increase. From tne town of Middleburg alone there were shipped last year 6,777 head of regis tered merino sheep, against 5,966 in 1880, and 4,000 head in 1879. Four fifths of these sheep were shipped to Ohio, Michigan, and Texas. Thebe is a wealthy brewer in Mon treal who built a church and inscribed on it : “ This church was erected by Thomas Molson, at his sole expense. Hebrews, xx. chapter.” Some of the McGill College wags got a ladder one night and altered the inscription so as to make it read: “This church was built by Thomas Molson at his soul’s expense. He brews (double) XX.” Vermont has a model farmer. He does his own work on the farm, and spends his winter evenings at knitting and sewing. His evening work so far this winter consists of four pairs of double mittens, quilt containing 928 pieces and one containing 1,525 pieces, and he is engaged on another calico mo* siac. The three famous Washburne broth ers are at Eureka Springs, Ark.—lsrael, of Maine; Elihu 8., of Illinois, and Cadwalader C„ of Wisconsin.