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VOLUME X.
LEARN TO WALK ALQNS.
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Y Vormi- fif *' ;pair ' tho h Fortune} frown,
Ymir - nt y° ur fate ;
1 v Ur *.V, In in fo by e imost toil
- oil 11 sure win socn or lute.
”P n your own reel, friend.
Nor trust to others' strength
t ? ar , ry or Pull you up
Lire hill of weary length.
f 'l r you hope to ‘ make your mark/'
_Or let your worth be known,
j *a Ko . the props from under you.
And loam to walk alone*
i, Tn I hHh. depcn ' lrjri borrowed gold
And nW ,e ‘ l y° ur name, ’
A Vo ir fri )U muHt mako s,l ch dlsolay
flewaA ,V ‘ U re w ' al ' h t( > win.
IVG ♦ Pay g you go- is b 0 . t
is an ugly fo*;
tcl ‘ what hour tho fiend
W ill strike fatal blow.
Pons! stand without your father's aid:
Upon yourselves rely;
Kleh fruitage in the future lies;
You 11 win It if you try.
“Wild man” Is he
<l*l hi,rh or bumble home)
vv no has no props to lean upon,
l.ut wu.hh along alone.
AT THE ARENA IN SPAIN.
I have not yet ceased wondering at
that peculiar slate of mind an American
Would lind himself in had he, without
previous promptings, been placed amon-r
the spectators at a Spanish buil-fi<> ht
'lhe arena is six times the size of "our
circus rings, and the ground is of hard,
beaten-down sand, the whole cir le sur
rounded b v stone seats, one tier over the
other, with capabilities of holding 10,-
OtK) people. The places for the specta
tors are separated from the arena by a
barrier, breast high, which forms a
walk between the arena and the seats.
Into this place of safety the bull-fighters
spring when too closely pursued by the
animal. You take your place, and a r e
at once excited. Whether it he a feel
ing of wonder or dread I hardly know.
You conjure up all the horrible things
you may have seen or dreamed of, as if
to accustom yourself to anew sensation.
ou think you ought not to have conic
at nil.
Half the arena, as I saw il a few days
*£<>. is in the full blaze of the brilliant
sunlight anti is a carnival of color. To
depict it an artist’s paid would bo im
possible, it is so rich with the varied
hues of shawls, gay dresses, startlin'*-
parasols and fluttering fans. The noise
in deafening, for everybody is talking
or laughing, and to add to the confu
sion there is a band. At last the noise
of the music ceases and we know that
th*"; hour has come. Two men on horse
back, in costumes of the sixteenth cen
tury, enter the arena. They ride across
the ring, approach the place where the
dignitary who presides over the bull
lights is seated, and, baring their heads,
receive permission to commence the
dreadful business. Slowly, as in state,
they now approach the entrance from
Whence the bull-fighters will come.
I hen out from here emerges the whole
band of espadas, picadors and banda
rillos. This and splay is superb. The
men are clad in gorgeous colors. They
march across the arena to the loge of
the I'resident, bow low, and tlion, rang
ing themselves about the sides of the
■arena, await the coming of the bull.
Ihe keys of the bull iuelosure are now
thrown into the arena to be deftly
caught by a bull-fighter. He marches
slowly along, turns the key, and a door
grates on its hinges. Then you leel
your nerves vibrate, your muscles con
tract. as you strain your eyes. There is
v dead siience. In an instant a bull
strides into the arena, and, with jerky
motion of head and lashing of tail,
ghires at the sun-light. Ten thousand
voices greet him. 'Hie bull for a mo
ment seems dazed, but‘t is only for a
mom cut. At once he seems to under
stand who are his enemies, and with a
vie’ous movement plunges into the
lueiia. Tho massacre has begun.
You have a dim conception of some
fierce assault between a man on a gaunt
horse and a frantic bull. You are posi
tive that tho bull has driven his horns
into the poor horse. There are tlutter
ings of cloaks and wild dashes of the
bull, and then you see a bleeding, an
eviserated horse, spurred and lashed in
pursuit of the bull. You are sickened,
you feel faint, and vet you are terribly
excited. The bull dashes wildly hither
and thither, and you forget about the
horse. It is all the eaparillos can do to
elude the rapid attacks of the bull.
Still they tlao their cloaks in his blood
shot eyes. They lead him toward the
picador The bull is furious. Here is
something he evidently thinks which
cannot escape punishment. But you
see the horse again, who, fallen on his
side, in his agony en f atigles his feet in
his own entrails. One brute tries to
make tho horse stand up. only to be
burled over again to the ground by the
maddened bull. Sometimes as many as
eight horses are killed by one bull,
and I may remark that the more horses
killed the better the Spaniard deems the
show.
A trumpet sounds and the bandarillos
fcre brought into the arena. The pica
dors retire and no doubt say a pater or
an are to their patron sairt, praying to
live to see themselves mounted on more
horses whose entrails are to le ripped
out by bulls. The darts are now in the
bandarillos' hands. The bull has been
fretted enough; the bandarillos duty is
to make him crazy. The bandarillos
buzz around him like hornets, and prick
him with their darts. Xou wonder how
it is all done. The bull seems for an
instant to have one man at his mercy.
His horns are within a hair’s breadth of
the banciariilo, and next you see the
man untouched, the bull’s head high in
the air. but his neck fringed with darts,
hignt of tne-e darts are dangling now
in his hide, when the trumpet sounds
ome more, and the multitudes veil for
theespada. The bull stands pan’mg.
*ith stream ug sides. The espada steps
into the r,ng, places himself before the
MUk (Octu’jiw gUn ws.
Devoted to Industrial Inter; st, the Biffa ion ol Truth, the Establishment of Justice, and the Preservation of a People’s Government.
Ii esident’s seat, and says a few words
to tne eilect that, with his permission,
he desires either to kill or be killed hy
the bill. He takes his jaunty Cap froth
oil Ins head atid throws It into the ring.
Noiv, in a dignified manner, with superb
strut, the espadagoes forth to meet the
bull, ami never stops until he is Within
a few feet of him. The hull seems
astounded at this coolness, and does not
hi dge.
■1 he Gspada takes a bit of red cloth
and holds it close to the bull. This is
too much of an impertinence for toro,
who, with a quick, vicious dash at thb
espada completely dispels any idea you
may have that thfc bull is tired. The
red cloth has almost been entangled
in the hull’s horns, and that animal
seems surprised that he is only’ tearing
up the air with his sharp prongs. This
play, which worries the bull, is contin
ued until at last the beast is apparently
tired out, for he seems hardly con
scious of the presen :o of his enemy,
Tho espada’s sword i then slowly
raised until it is on a line with his eye.
He holds it there an instant, then gives
a spring forward. The bull meets him
half way with lowered head, and the
blade is buried to the hilt Somewhere
in the region of the animal’s heart. The
mtin stands stock still. The bull, lan
guidly tossing his head, slowly retreats.
He seems conscious of his end. He
coughs blood. For the spectators this is
tho supreme moment of the show', and
they rise to witness his agony. He
quivers, staggers and sinks. His ene
mies still surround him and torment
him. Perhaps there is something more
to be got of him. lfe rises unsteadily,
for he is faint. The clotted blood,
in n horrible stream, is cast up
hv the bull. The world becomes
dark for that miserable beast,
though God’s sun is shining ever so
brightly. He Is on his feet for the last
time. A creature tomes now on the
scene—some poor, abject wretch incor
porated in the nob’e guild of bull
-1 gliters. He treads the ground cat-like,
He has a small knife as keen Asa razor.
It is the coup dc grace he gives, the
only merciful thing done, for, with a
rapid motion, he cuts the bull's throat
The misery is over. A lew prolonged
notes of the trumpet herald the death of
the first bull. While the hand is play
ing the arena is cleared of dead bull
and horses. The tine points of the light
are discussed with zest by the spec
tators. It is generally agreed by the
critics that the hull was a game one.
The second bull is then ready lor tor
ture. It is not the same light exactly,
tor there are accidental differences.
T here are many horses killed, but the
death of the bull is certain. The last
bull is dead now r , and as you look into
the calm, clear sky, you ask yourself, in
a fearful kind of inauirv: “How did you
like it?” You are half afraid of jour
own reply. The man who offers you
tickets for the next bull-light, which is
to take place in a few days, may per
chance lind a customer, “just for the
opportunity of studying the whole
tiling move calmly.” As for me, I wili
never see another bull-tight as long as
1 live. 'lotcdo (Spain) Cor. iV. ¥.
'limes.
Why Egyptians Lack Patriotism.
During my visit to Egypt—some seven
or eight years ago—there was certainly
no national feeling among the Egyptians.
Neither they nor their ancestors, for
nearly two thousand years, had known
native rulers. During all these long
centuries they had been the spoil of
Roman, Arab, Turk and Mameluke in
turn: from none, since the Roman time,
had they received protection of life and
property, or any national benefits, and
It was impossible that patriotism should
exist among them, for there is no patri
otism save in a country worth loving.
The conduct of the Egyptian troops in
the late Russian war is a proof of this.
The few battalions I saw in Egypt were
fine-looking troops—well armed, in
structed and equipped, with intelligent
faces and excellent physique; yet they
proved utterly worthless, as it seems to
me, because they were destitute of that
pride which is inspired by patriotism;
for them their flag had no meaning, its
honor was no concern of theirs. Their
conduct in Abyssinia and the Soudan
was similar, and no doubt from the same
cause; How can valor and patriotism
be expected from men whose only
knowledge of their government is that
derived from the tax-gatherer, the bas
tinado and forced labor? The achieve
ments of that great soldier, Ibrahim
Pacha, are not in contradiction with this
conclusion, because few of his troops
were Fellaheen. His conquering armies
were mainly composed of Arabs, Syri
ans, Nubians, Arnauts—in fact, of fight
ing men from all the neighboring parts
of the East, who were reduced to dis
cipline by his stern will and guided to
victory by his great military genius.
Xhe Vice President of tua Lyons
(France) Bicycle Club lias made a won
derful journey, accompanied by lus wife.
Tins happy * pair have traveled 2,300
miles together on a two-seated trio cle,
at an average of from fifty to sixt> miles
a dav. The trip was from Lyons to
Naples, taking Nice, Genoh and Bonn
er route, and returning by way ol
Florence and Tumi.
—ln Mobile a fifteen-foot tiger shark
was caught recently that was believe.,
to have devoured A. Frogert, eDgineei
of the tug Col. Woodruff. Its stomach
I contained human bones and a human
aim partly enveloped in the fragments
of a blue woolen jumper.
The records of war prove that a vollny
of 500 bu.iets fired at fifty men woy '
j hit over three at the outside.
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
Port Said*
Port Sftid is distant by sea from Alex
andria about 140 miles. The port is
purely the recent creation of human in
genuity and labor; and tho tdwh which
has sprung up behind it, though num
bering now at least 10,000 inhabitants,
is not less the creation of the port. As
M. Le Masson, the French engineer, ob
served, it is a port “contre nature,” At
this Mediterranean extremity of the ca
nal, indeed, the prospect 'might vfrell
have daurtted the lieaiT of the most
courdgeons of projectors. The problem
was to get depth upon a comparatively
shallow, sandy coast; and this was prac
tically attained by commencing the work
on a sand-bank twenty-six miles from
the mainland. This long bank or belt
of sand, extending from the mouth of
the Pamietta branch of the Nile to the
Gulf of Pelwsium, is described ill Mr.
Wyld’s map as beirig of fine gray sand,
five feet only above low water mark,
and varying from 109 to 164 yards in
length. Behind this irregular barrier is
the shallow lake of Menzaleh, through
which it was* of Course, necessary to
make an artificial channel for the
canal. The first thing to be accom
plished, however, was to construct the
foundations ior the future town to be
named after the then Viceroy,and then to
project into the sea the two enormous
breakwaters or moles which form the
outer port and protect it against that
constant tendency to the accummulation
of sand, which, even as it is, demands
constant dredging. The spot chosen on
the sand bank, or strip of what is lo
cally known as “slob,” is described a3
littie more than 500 feet wide.
The plan of the engineers was simple.
At first a light framing of piles was run
out, on which a crane and trucks laden
with loose stones traveled, and in a
short time a fairly substantial pier that
served as a landing stage for material and
machinery was constructed. Here waa,
in fact, the great workshop of the un
dertaking throughout the ten years of is
construction. Encouraged by this suc
cess (says Mr. Fitzgerald) a bolder work
was ventured on. Out in the bay, at
nearly a mile distant, huge pilos were
screwed into the sands, and an oblong
island was then formed with stones, the
space between this island and the wood
en shore pier being gradually filled in.
Every day the piles settled firmly in
their places in spite of the storms of the
bay. This temporary structure was
carried out to a distance of about 300
feet, and it was not till throo years be
fore the canal was complete and ready
for opening that the work was seriously
resumed and the breakwater joined to
the pier. Two officers employed by the
British Government to examine the port
described it as formed by two rough,
narrow, and low breakwaters, inclosing
an area of some 400 acres, with an av
erage depth of only thirteen or fourteen
feet of water, except in the ship channel
(about 300 feet wide) leading to the inner
basins, where the depth is from twenty
five to twenty-eight feet. The wertern
breakwater, which extends for 6,940
feet at right angles to the shore and is
slightly curved to the eastward toward
its extremity, was commenced in 1860
and carried out about 1,300 feet; beyond
which point aud at a short distance fi'om
it was deposited a heap of stones that
was surrounded by iron piles, and from
it3 detached position was called “the
island.” The work was then left un
touched till 1866, when the breakwater
was joined to the island, and it was con
tinued to its present length and finished
in 1868.
From the mainland to the island the
breakwater is formed on its inner side
of a bank of rubble-stones, surmounted
bj r a promenade, over which the spray
breaks with a very moderate northwest
wind, and on the outer or sea front of
concrete blocks; but beyond the island
to its termination it is entirely construct
ed of large blocks of artificial stone,
composed of one part of French hy
draulic lime with two parts of sand, and
some of which were transfered to it
from the eastern breakwater. The lat
ter, which is also constructed of large
masses of concrete, is of more recent
construction, extending to about 6,020
feet, and converging toward the wes
tern harbor. Such is the harbor of Port
Said. It can not, according to these
authorities, be considered as a harbor
either in respect of extent or depth of
vessels of large tonnage and great draft;
but, slightly improved and well main
tained, it has, as we have seen, nobly
served its purpose. Near the com
mencement of the West Mole is the light
house, the tower of which, composed of
a solid mass of concrete, is 160 feet
high, lighted by an electric light flash
ing every twenty seconds, and visible at
a distance of twenty miles. Three other
lighthouses of the same height, though
differing in construction, have been
erected along the coast between the fort
and Alexandria. It is Interesting to
know that the solid blocks of concrete
or artificial stone so extensively used
have, at least below water, become
firmer and more trustworthy by reason
of the growth of seaweed upon them.
Port Said is described in the latest edi
tion of Mr. Murray’s invaluable “Hand
book of Lower and Upper Egypt” as
now regularly laid out in streets and
squares’, with docks, quays, churches,
hospitals, mosques, and hotels, and all
the adjuncts of a seaport, and with the
most easily approached and safest har
bor along the coast. Fresh water ia
supplied to it from Ismailia, that now
famous half-way house of the canal
voyage. The town no longer presents
the same busy appearance which it did
when it was the headquarters of the en
gineering work; but the increasing traf
fic through the isthmus always imparts
a certain activity to the place.—V. F.
Herald.
Breaking Them in at West Point.
After receiving the appointment, each
candidate is sent from tiio War Depart
ment a synopsis of what will be required
of aim at tne academy, together with a
list of the books he will use upon being
admitted. This list, to many, is “fright
ful to contemplate;” but it does not de
ter the candidates, and in the middle of
June something like 120 young men,
dreaming of ft soldier’s life and Its at*
tendftnt globy; tetlort at the Post Ad
jutant’s office at West Point. In a little
room situated in the west end of the
building await a cadet captain and four
cadet corporals. The corporals are
third-class men, and, in cadet parlance,
have just “shed their pleb skins,” and
feel in due proportion the importance
born of a little brief authorivy. The
luckless Candidate knocks at the door
Of this official sauctilnl, and, hearing a
gruff “ Come in,’* opens it. Instanter
every cadet jumps to his feet and yells,
“How dare you, sir, come into our pres
ence with your hat on? Go out and
take it off, directly, sir!” Tho candi
date meekly obeys, goes out, removes
his h it, and re-en ers, this time proba
bly without knocking, when he is again
ordered out with more abuse than be
fore. When he finally succeeds in en
tering in a manner satisfactory to his
tormentors, he is told to fix his eyes on
ft nail in the wall, aud to answer all
questions put to him. Upon being asked
his name, he in all probability resnouds,
Charles Lawrence or Richard Nelson,
as the case may be, when another storm
from the “yearling” corporals warns
him that another mistake is made.
“Have you no respect for yourself? If
you have, just put a ‘mister’ before that
name, and to snow your respect for us,
put a ‘sir’ after it. Now, then, what’s
your name?” “Mr. Richard Nelson,
sir.” “That’s right; now remember
that, from this time until next June, you
are ‘Mr. Richard Nelson, sir,’ to all up
per classmen.” This farce is gone
through with every candidate. This is ft
mild form of hazing, and the questions
asked and the answers required are a3
old as the academy itself.
The candidates, or “beasts, 11 as the
glossary of the Point designates the new
cadet before admission, remain quar
tered in barracks until their preliminary
•xaminations are over. These examina
tions occupy three days, and at the end
of that time the “beasts” are informed
of the result, and those who have passed
successfully are sized, assigned to com
panies, and marched into camp. Ar
rived in camp, the new cadets, who
have now changed from “beasts” to
“.plebs,” are generally met by the year
ling class, armed with brooms, who
present arms with mock solemnity as
the plebs march by.
The new class is now divided into
squads of six men each and put under
the charge of the cadet corporals to be
Initiated into the pleasures of the “set
ting-up 1 ' drill. This consists of four
exercises, the object of which is to
straighten the body. The terrors of this
drill can not be exaggerated. A corpo
ral will frequently march his squad to a
secluded place and there give the com
mand: “Continue the motion, second
exercise!” At this command the squad
raise their hands over their heads, and,
bending the body at the waist, endeavor
to touch the ground without bending the
knee. The command, “continue the
motion,” means that the exercise is to
be gone through with time after time,
without rest, until it suits the conven
ience of the corporal in charge to give
the command to cease. A case is known
where one cadet went through the sec
ond exercise 280 times without cessation.
This is a species of “legitimate hazing”
that may seem cruel, but the cadet
thinks it' is really the only course to
pursue, inasmuch as, if a pleb is treated
too well, he will grow lax in his atten
tion, whereas, if he is treated harshly
his every nerve will be strained to do
right and thus shorten the agony.
Hazing proper is performed by the
members of the yearling class who were
not fortunate enough to obtain chevrons,
but who constitute themselves a commit
tee of the whole to see that the pleb’s
life is made miserable. Most of this
hazing is carried on in the sink, which,
being underground, affords security to
the hazer. Here the pleb3 are treated
to a “glimpse of Niagara Falls,” which
consists of standing them on their heads
and allowing two streams of cold water
.rom nydrants to run up their tiousers
legs, are taught “how to climb Zion’s
hill” to slow music, Which is simply
trying to walk up the wall to any tune
that the pleb happens to know, are
required to crow, to recipe the alphabet
“with appropriate and, in
: short, to do anything and everything
that a human or inhuman brain can
devise to make a man appear r (lieuious.
A refusal on the part of the victim
invariably leads to a fight, in which the
pleb always gets worsted.— Boston Her
ald
— lhe owners of a large number of
Cuba sugar estates, especially at Carde
nas and Matanzas, are actively pushing
the construction of narrow-gauge rail
ways, the advantage of these roads hav
ing been satisfactorily demonstrated
during the past crop for hauling the
cane from the fields to the factorv, and
thence the sugar to the nearest i ail t oad
stations,.
—Miss Wade, a young English tour
ist, who went out sketching on Mount
Epomeo, at Ischinia, Italy, was found
at the bottom of a deep ravine. She
died in the morning without being able
to give an account of the accident.
—Eighty-eight Swiss convents con
-13! n 546 male and 2,020 female inmates.
The aggregate wealth is 25,000,000
f i ancs.
The Absurdities of Fashion.
Old Mr. Thistlepod climed up the
broad stairway of marble and rosewood
leading to the high-backed, Queen-Anne
editorial rooms of The Hawkey e, yes
terday morning. His heavy tread fell
noiselessly upon the Pompadour velve f
carpets, and as he sank into a costly e*-
sritoire the perfumed light fell through
the stained glass tant mieux at the facade
of the managing editor’s ebranlem<nl
ie cuir , touched the old man’s face with
a softened overmoulou, that seemed
tike an eeho from the stately renaissance
that looked down upon the walls. Care
fully moving the elegant Louis Quinze
passe-partout where-the old man could
not tip it over with his feet, if after his
usual habit he should choose to rest
them on the carved mauvis sujet , the
editor asked the honest tiller of "the soil
how was crops in the Flint River coun
try.
“CropsP” echoed the old man. “Well
now I want to tell you about crops.
Corn’s all right, an’ oats was better’n
usual an’ wheat just boomed, but you’ve
got a crop of fools in Burlington that’ll
just lay over any other green thing that
ever drawed the cows in the State of
lowa.
“Why, the town’s full of ’em,” shout
ed Mr. Thistlepod, who labors under
the impression that he can’t be heard
unless he talks very loud.
“How can you tell they're fools?”
asked the society editor.
“By their clothes,” waved the old
man, and the society editor slid as far as
he could under the "table and then laid
his face flat on his a m in order to write
more easily. “Bv their clothes,” re
peated the sturdy old agriculturist. “ ’Y
gaul, if a boy of mine ’uz to dress like
the young fellers I see in this town, I’d
beat some sense into him with a neck
yoke. Why it’s redik’lus; 1 tell ye, it’s
redik’lus. ” I see a young chap down in
the coimtin’-room with a pair o’ trous
ers on him tighter’n candle molds—l
hope to die ’f I didn’t think he’d stuck
his laigs into a couple o’ snake skins.
’N’ his coat—by jookies, it wasn’t hard
ly long enough to cover his suspenders;
it wasn’t, I swanny. ’N’ it fit him clos
ter than his undershirt, and his shirt
collar sawed his years every time he
turned his head, ’n’ he wore his watch
chain outside his coat. An’ he wore a
flat hat, with a round top, about as big
as a cooky. An 1 his shoes! P’inted,
do ve know, p’inted like toothpicks, ’n’
they was long"as pickaxes. To see him
skippin’ around in that git up, lookin’
more llKe a muukoy nov a. wh?t, man.
’y gaul, it made me mad, ’n’ I swan I
wanted to lick him. I declare I did.
They’s no sense in a Christian man
makin’ such an outlandish spectacle of
himself, an’ if I ever ketch my boy
dressed up in any such a dog-goned re
dik’lus, absurd, disgustin’ fashion, I’ll
be gaul swizzled if I—hello, Jasper, are
ye waitin’ for me?”
And saying good-by, Mr. Tbistlepod
accompanied his son down stairs to the
wagon. As the old man turned to go, he
did not in the least degree resemble the
“young feller” down in the counting
room. The big felt hat he wore had
originally been of some color, but that
was years ago. The blue merino band
sewed on with black thread was too
loose, and a twine string tied tightly
around it caused the hat to bulge out
above the band like the dome of a
mosque. The hickory shirt fastened at
the collar in severe simplicity with a
big hern button, scorned a collar of any
kind. The roomy brown vest had four
white bone buttons and a black shawl
pin, and through the irregular reticula
tions of its much abraded back the soli
tary suspender showed through, reso
lutely clinging to a button aft and a nail
forward. The baggy blue trousers
swelled out below the flapping vest into
an ample dome, strangely creased and
fearfully wrinkled, breaking, as the old
man walked, into awful billowy bulges
and humps, while one long, deep, diag
onal crease showed where the trusty
suspender, hauled taut from port to
starboard., held everything fast on the
quarter. Further down they bagged in
great curving billows at the knees and
wrinkled behind; they were brief, and
came to an untimely end about four
inches before they reached the top of the
shoe, and they ended abruptly; same
size all the way down and sawed square
off across the ends. The shoes were not
exactlv pointed at the toes, and when
the old mans leet were not in them yon
could’t bet which way the shoes were
pointed. Jasper was attired in like
manner as his father, only being a much
taller man his trousers were correspond
ingly shorter. As they passed through
the aesthetic decorations of the counting
room- the man in the lean pants laughed
sneerlngly, and Mr. Thistlepod laughed
tauntingly. The managing editor sank
back in hi3 ermine cushioned fleur de
terre.
“ I am afraid,” he sighed, wearily,,
“those two people are laughing at each
other’s clothes ."—Burlington Hawkey e.
—The extreme col l of last winter,
and the unusual iloais of Greenland ice
that have blocked the harbors and pre
vented navigation, have brought about
a terrible condition of affairs in Ice
land. They are on the verge of a great
famine, and the Governor of Iceland
appeals for help to other nations.—■
Christian Union.
—The Elmira (N. i*.) Gazette says
that William Peak, formerly manager
of the celebrated Peak family of bell
ringers, was recently arrested at Go
shen, N. Y., as a vagrant, and sent to
jail for ten days. The Gazette ados that
ten years ago he was worth SIOO,OOO.
but "now he is a pauptr, and that benev
olence is the cause of his poverty, as he
was always liberal to a fault.
SUBSCRIPTION—SI.S3.
NUMBER 7.
RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
—There are sixty Methodist churched
in New York City.
—lnstruction in field and garden work
is to be given in the rural schools of
Russia.
—Fifty out of the seventj'-three stu
dents in Jatlra College, Ceylon, have
renounced paganism for Christianity. —
Christian inion.
—lf your son has no brains, do not
send him to college. \ r ou cannot make
a balloon out of a shanty by treating it
to a French roof.— Whitehall Times.
—Dr. Joseph W. Taylor, a Quaker,
has left $700,000 to found an institution
for the education of women at Bnrn
Mawr, near Philadelphia, to be under
the control of the Quakers.
—A religious paper makes the state
ment that one in every five persons m
the United States is a member of some
evangelical church, and one in every
fifty-si:: is a Sabbath-school teacher.
—The will of the late Rev. Dr.
George Musgrove bequeaths $30,000 to
Princeton College, $12,000 to the Pres
byterian Hospital of Philadelphia, and
$1,00) to the Theological Seminary of
Princeton.
— r l he authorities of Cornell Univer
sity have negotiated the sale of a large
part of the institution’s Western lands,
by which about $2,000,000 will be real
ised. A few months ago sales were
made to the amount of $500,000. The
land undisposed of belonging to the
University are 130,000 acres of pine
lands anil 50,000 or 60,000 acres of
farming lands.— N. T. Times.
—The Baptists are extending their
mission in India and Burmah. Recent
ly the following missionaries sailed
from New York: Rev. D. K. Rayl and
wife and Rev. E. Chute and wife, who
are to reside in Ongoil, India. Rev.
B. P. Cross and wife, Rev. L. J. Dench
field and wife, Rev. J. E. Qase, Mrs. M.
C. Douglass, Mrs. F. H. Eveleth and
Miss Bunn go to Burmah.— Christian
Union.
—ln Mr. Spurgeon’s inexhaustible
fund of illustrative stories is one of a
man who used to say to his wife:
“Mary, go to church and pray for us
both.” But the man dreamed one
night when he and his wife got to the
gate of Heaven Peter said: “Mary, go
in for both.” He awoke and made up
his mind that it was time for him to be
come a Christian on his own account.—
Chicago Herald.
—lt is reported that during the three
years in which Mr. Henry M. Stanley
Lnc hcen conducting the Belgian Ex
ploring Expedition on me wupi iu
Africa, he has never had a quarrel with
the natives, .jmd has succeeded in es
tablishing fpur trading stations. This
affords fresh evidence that exploration
among savage tribes can be conducted
on Christian principles, aud that the
golden rule is a more potent force
toward civilization than Gatling guns
or steel bavonets. — S. S. Times.
Malaria.
The scientific world does not yet know
what malaria is. They know the sur
rounding circumstance's of its production
or prevalence. But whether it is a subtle
gas, or a poisonous compound of gases
which in their separate condition are
healthy and necessary to the healthy
action of the human system, they have
not yet clearly established. Many are
disposed to imagine, without knowing
why or wherefore, that malaria or
miasma is caused by living bacteria,
nomads, infusoria, or some other infini
tesimal atoms, which are developed and
set afloat in the atmosphere, when the
situation is damp and rank with decay
ing vegetation, and the temperature is
at least above eighty degrees. What-
ever it is, whether a poisonous gas or
an equally vicious germ, all know pretty
well the surrounding conditions for its
development. Newly-broken prairie,
with the grass turned under to decay,
damp places obscured from the sun by
high weeds or thick shade, decaying
vegetable matter, or animal deposits
about yards, stable lots, fence corners,
or the rich soil, probably manured
annually on lawns, are the favorable
locations for the development of malaria.
But in all the places and conditions, if
freely exposed to open air and bright
sunshine, little or no harm arises from
such conditions. While all are com
pelled to acknowledge the beneficent
influence of the cool snade on a sultry
day, and the beauty and variety given
to the landscape by beautiful trees, yet
when clustered so closely as to shut out
the magic influence & the snn in enabling
the system to withstand the poisonous
influence of malaria and other morbid
agencies, better part with the shade
than health. Damp collars, thickly
shaded lawns, obstructed sewers, muddy
streets and alleys are all exciting causes
of disease, feebleness of mind and body,
and premature decay. The great power
to aid the system to resist these agencies
for evil is a glorious flood of sunlight.
“ Blest power of sunshine, genial day,
What balm, what life are in thy ray!
To feel thee Ls such real bliss.
That, had the world no joy but this,
To sit in sunshine calm and sweet.
It were a world too exquisite
For man to leave it for the gloom.
The deep, cold shadow of the tomb.**
—lowa State Reni-ite*
—For teh years an Italian has been
proprietor of a peanut and fruit stand at
the corner of Montgomery and Wash
ington streets, Jersey City, in front of a
shoe store. At a sheriff’s sale of the
store on Wednesday the stock of goods
and fixtures were knocked down to the
peanut merchant, who promptly handed
over the purchase money, amounting to
over SI,OOO. He will continue the boot
and shoe business in connection with
the peannt and fruit business. His wife
remarked that they had money enough
left to buy another store.—AT. Y. Times.