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THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE.
VOL- I. NO. 21.
Emperor William, of Germany, ex
pressed himself in a recent speech before
the students of the University of Boun
us being in favor of dueling.
Large beds of phosphate have been
discovered in Brooks County, Ga., and
reports are that there is plenty of it in
that section. Preparations are being
made to utilize the discovery. The-
Georgians are determined, remarks the
New Orleans Delta, that Florida shall
not have a monopoly of that business.
The Germ in Emperor, who expressed
at the conclusion of the recent school
conference at Berlin his dissatisfaction
■with the manner in which Prussian his
tory Is taugLi, Las, aCCOfllild
port of German papers, commissioned
Professor Stengler, of the Cadet School,
at Litcherfelde, to write a new history of
Prussia under the Hohenzollerns. The
work will serve, in the first instance, as
a text-book for military schools, but is
expected to be used in time at the high
Schools of Prussia.
“An institution peculiar to New York,
which has been recently established,”
alleges the Atlanta Constitution, “is a
civil marriage contract bureau. If you
want to get married very quietly, with
out even the newspapers finding -it out,
you go to this bureau with your girl, pay
your fee, which is $25, and a civil mar
riage contract is prepared for you to
sign, and the allair is guaranteed to be
kept quiet. No record of these marriages
are made, and they are not, strictly
speaking, legal, but a lawyer who was
consulted, said the courts would no
doubt legalize them, if any legal question
ever arose to make it necessary to test
their validity in the courts.”
The Latin-American department of the
World’s Columbian Exposition is very
anxious to obtain information concern
ing a copy of a little quarto published in
Rome in 1493, containing the important
bull of Pope Alexander VI, by which he
divided the Now World between Portugal
and Spain. Only two copies of this
pamphlet are in existence, so far as can
be ascertained. One is in the Royal
Library at Munich. The other was sold
in London at auction by Puttick & Simp
son, auctioneers, on the 24th of May,
1854, and was bought by Obadiah Rich
for four pounds eight shillings, for some
private library in the United States
which he declined to name. It has cer
tainly disappeared from the knowledge
of bibliophiles, and no trace of it can be
found. Any person having knowledge of
the whereabouts of this historical treasure
will be kind enough to notify the De
partment of State, Washington, D. C.
The Scientific American, declares that
“the need of fast war vessels was well
illustrated by the recent incident in the
harbor of San Diego, Cal., when a Chilian
cruiser belonging to the insurgents en
tered the bay, anchored, took on board
recruits, supplies of provisions, ammu*
nition, and then sailed away. This ship,
under the laws of nations, was in fact a
piratical vessel, and as such was seized
by the Government authorities at San
Diego, and a United States vessel placed
onboard and in possession. But the
Chilian rebels paid no attention to the
laws of the United States; they may be
said to have captured the place. When
they had obtained all the supplies they
wanted to assist them in carrying on war
against a friendly nation, they upheaved
anchor and steamed*away, carrying off as
a prisoner the official representative of
the great republic. This 1 was a small ship
called the Itata, carrying four ’ guns.
There is nothing to prevent the Chilian
rebels from sending in other boats to
capture or bombard San .Diego or other
towns along the coast. ’ Indeed, while
the Itata was taking-.on supplies at San
Diego, other vessels^ of the rebels were
hovering outside the .'harbor. We have
no navy worthy of the name, and nearly
all our seaports are without proper de
fenses. Like San Diego, they are at the
mercy of any single piratical boat that
chooses to enter. This is a very humil
iating position for a country like ours to
be placed in. All told, wethave a pair
of small torpedo boats, half a dozen oi
so of small cruisers, and an equal num
ber of larger vessels. There» should be
fifty ships where now there are one.
Every harbor in the country should be
guarded by efficient sentinels consisting
of vessels of high speed,) ready for in
stant action, to maintain ;£nd enforce the
^authority of the republic.’^
O DEAR TO-DAY.
You are mine, all mine, O, dear, to-day,
> From the earliest gleam of your golden
dawn,
’Till the twilight takes you forever away,
i And the hours that you promised me now
, are gon&
Oh, what shall I do with you, dear, to-day—
Shall I hold you dose, and never share
The bliss that comes with your sunny light
To my seeing eyes with the blind man
there?
Oh, what shall I ask of you, dear, to day—
More blessings still for my goodly store—
Hie gift of a hundred happy thoughts,
Or the love and the trust of one heart
more?
Oh, what shall I say to you, dear, to-day,
y®u glide so swiftly aud silently hy—
That I’m glad, so glad, that you came to me.
And sorry, so sorry, to see you die?
Oh, what shall I be to you, dear, to-day.
When the cold, dark night shall bid you
flee,
And the hours of another morning stand
Relentless and stern ’twixt you and me*
Oh, what shall I make of you, dear, to-day—
In the chain of my life another link,
That shall guide with other radiant ones
My path to the Beautiful River’s brink?
—Eva Best, in Detroit Free Dress.
UNCLE EBEN’S MINERALS.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
“Alix! Alix! where are you?”
Alexia Ames stood like some avenging
Fate in the middle of the square room at
Amescroft Farm. She had pulled up
every tack in the well-worn ingrain car
pet—the one “store carpet” that the
humble establishment afforded—and had
flung it bodily out of the window, where
it had descended with crushing weight
on the fiery-red blossoms of a monster
•‘burning bush.”
She had opened every casement wide,
so that the yellow light of the glorious
May morning streamed in, a flood of
crystal glory.
She had tied her auburn hair up in an
old towel, and stood on a wooden chair
seat, brushing cobwebs from the ceiling
with an ancient broom, like the pro
verbial “old woman” of the nursery
rhyme.
At the sound of her sister’s voice she
stopped abruptly.
^l’m here,” said sho.
“What are you doing, Alix?”
“I’m trying to civilize things a little.”
“All alone by yourself, Alix?”
‘‘There’s no one to help me?”
“Can’t you wait until Bridget Reir
don comes to-morrow?”
Alix shook her toweled head.
• “This is one of the cases,” said she,
“where patience has ceased to be a vir
tue. No, I can’t wait a day longer.”
> Ellen looked anxiously around the
room.
“Why, what have you done with
everything?” said she.
• “Cleared them all out. If we are go
ing to have summer boarders, we must
get ready for them. Uncle Eben occu
pies our best bedroom’, and is likely to
for some time; consequently this must
be fitted up for boarders.”
•. Ellen sighed deeplv. .
“I wdsh we weren’t so poor,” said
she. “I wish we could live without
filling our house every summer with a
crowd of noisy strangers.”
“Why don’t you wish for Aladdin's
lamp, or the Kohinoor diamond while
you are about it?” said Alix, scornfully.
“Alix, why have you grown so bitter
of late?” pleaded the gentler of the
sisters. “I don’t hardly know you!”
“Am I bitter?" Alix stood still and
hesitated for an instant or so. “Well,
perhaps I am. But is it not enough to
make any one bitter, this constant cur
rent of disappointment?”
“I don’t know that we have any more
to bear than others, Alix.”
“You do, too!” cried Alix, springing
down from her wooden chair, with
burning cheeks and eyes alight. “You
know you do, Ellen Ames! Here you
are engaged to Henry Lucas and can’t
marry until he can give you a home;
here are we weighed to the very earth
with poverty and care, and this old
uncle of ours, coming back from a life
time of shiftlessness in New Mexico, to
place an additional burden on our
shoulders.”
: “He is old and poor, Ahx.”
F ' “Very well, I’m young and poor.
Where’s the difference? Os the two, I
maintain that he is the-better off.”
Ellen looked at her stormy-tempered
sister with troubled eyes.
Evidently she thought it best not to
continue the subject.
“What have you done with the little
case of butterflies and birds’ nests?” said
she; “and the cabinet of minerals and
the paper box of stones?”
“Tumbled them back of the goose
berry bushes,” said Alix. “I can’t have
the room cluttered with all the trash he
brought back in that wooden chest of
his.”
“Couldn’t you have stored them away
in the old chest itself?”
“Nonsense! Such stuff as that? Anti,
besides, it would have been quite impos
sible, for I’ve had Billy chop the old ark
up into kindling wood. He’ll never
know!”-
“Oh, Alix!”
“I don’t care!” flashed out Alix, with
a reckless toss of her head. “It’s too
bad! Everything goes wrong with us,
and mother is utterly overworked, and
Tin clear discouraged, and—and—”
FORT GAINES, GA.. FRIDAY. JUNE 26, 1891.
All of a sudden her factitious courage
broke down. She sank in a little heap
on the floor, her head on the wooden
chair-seat, and her masses of auburn hair
escaping wildly from the towel, while
her whole frame shook with sobs and
bright tears trickled down her cheeks.
At the same moment Mrs Ames’s soft,
tremulous voice was heard, calling:
“Ellen! Alexia! Where are you, girls?
Your uncle is took dreadful bad! Run,
one of you, for the doctor? And t’other
one, come and help me lift him!”
Ellen flew to her mother’s assistance
and Alix mechanically tore the towel
from her curls, exchanged it for a bon
net and hastened to summon Doctor
Dodd, who lived at the other end of the
village.
“Is it my fault?” she asked herself.
“Was it because I repined? Oh, dear,
oil dear, what a wicked girl I must be I
But everything seemed so hard and
CFUel| and—and —I couldn’t endure it.”
Late in the afternoon sLe pefipel lllli
the sickroom, shy and shrinking, like a
frightened child. “Is he worse?” she
whispered.
Mrs. Ames came to the door, a slight,
soft-eyed woman, like a human dove.
“You needn’t speak so low, daugh
ter,” said she. “He can’t hear you.
He's quite unconscious.”
“Why does he keep muttering so?”
“I think he’s wandering in his mind—
poor old Uncle Eben! Oh, dear—oh,
dear! And I can remember him such a
portly, handsome man,” added the.
widow, wiping her eyes. “He was the
youngest of all the brothers. Come in,
Alix, and see him. He’s spoken your
name two or three times. Don’t look so
startled, dear. He seems quite happy
and composed. lie’s talking all the
while about those curiosities of his—the
minerals, you know, and things.”
Involuntarily Alix’s eyes met the
gently reproachful glauce of her sister’s.
The sudden scarlet mounted to her
cheek.
“Oh, Ellen, don’t look at me so!” she
exclaimed. “I brought them every one
back—yes, I did—and I put them ex
actly where they were before. Do you
think I could have come into this room
if it hadn’t been for that?”
And she went up and stood by the
bedside, her eyes full of tender tears,her
voice pitiful and low.
“Uncle Eben,” said she, “do you
know me?”
“It’s Alix, ain’t it?” crooned the old
man, after a moment’s silence. “Alex
ander’s oldest girl. The prettiest one.
Yes, it’s Alix—and she’s to have my cu
riosities—all of them, mind! Nell has
got a lover, and that ought to be enough
for any girl. But Alix is alone, and Alix
shall have my curiosities.”
“Thank you, Uncle Eben!” said Alix,
as the invalid paused, expectaut of an
swer.
And then he began to prate of South
American forests and the ruined mission
houses of New Mexico, and shortly after
he died.
And when Alix finished cleaning the
spare room, she left the poor little treas
ures in the drawer of an old-fashioned
book-case there.
“I couldn’t have the heart to throw
them away a second time,” said she,“af
ter what he said to me. It was like a
child giving one shining pebbles or
wilted buttercups, with the idea that
they were precious treasures. But I’m
glad he said it. It seemed to soften my
heart; and, oh, it was very hard and bit
ter just then! And I didn’t know —how
could I?—that I should miss him so
much!”
It was late in the summer when one of
the neighboring girls came in.
“Miss Alix,” said she, “you told our
Becky she could have a basket of goose
berries, didn’t you—them purple, prickly
berries, that grows down by the garden
wall?”
“Os course I did,” Alix answered,
crisply. “I knew your grandma liked
gooseberry jam.”
“Well, look here,” said Fanny Rico,
opening her closed hand. “See what
she picked up there.”
“A little sparkling stone, isn’t it?”
“It’s an opal,” said Fanny, in a mys
terious whisper.
“A—what?”
“An opal.”
“Nonsense, child! What are you talk
ing about?” cried Alix, scornfully.
“But it is an opal. John Lytton, who
works at Tiffany’s, in New York, is
down visiting his mother, and he says
it’s a real Oriental opal in the rough.
Now the question is, John says, how did
an opal ever get among your gooseberry
bushes? Is there a jewel mine hidden
down there?” she added, half jestingly.
Alix turned first red, then white. Sha
knew well how it had come there.
“Ask John Lytton to come here and
see me, Fanny,” said she. * “I have at
least a dozen stones like that.”
It was like the ending to a fairy story.
Not jewels turning to ashes, apparently,
but rough pebbles ranking, all of a sud
den, as precious jewels.
Uncle Eben’s minerals, disguised in
the dimness of their conglomerate sur
roundings, were opals of rare fire and
value.
Whether he had picked them up in
New Mexico, among the ignorant traders
there, or brought them direct from South
America, no one ever knew. But opals
they were.
“And to think,” said Alex, with a
a little catching to her breath, “how
near I came to throwing all my inherit
ance away! Oh, what a wicked, evil
tempered young virago I was! And no
thing but Ellen’s sweet, gentle worths
sated me from the consequences of my
own folly. And so Ellen shall have hall^
of my inheritance.”
And for some weeks the gooseberry
bushes at the foot of the Ames garden
formed a sort of Mecca for sightseers
and curiosity-mongers.
“We ain’t used to berry bushes as
bear precious stones,” chuckled old
Gaffer Gerdis. “Not in this part of the
world.”— Saturday Night.
WISE WORDS.
The more Important an animal is to be
the lower is its start. Man, the noblest,
is born the lowest.
Without seeking, truth cannot be
known at all; and seeking it can be dis
covered by the simplest.
Grief is not to be measured by the tears
shed, nor does the loudest mourner de
serve the largest bequest.
Every incomplete work is a monument
to human follv. Whatever is worth be
ginning is ■worth ending.
She was regal, she was haughty, she
was highborn and distinguished; and like
the rest of us, she was clay.
In things pertaining to enthusiasm no
man is sane who does not know how to
be insane on proper occasions.
It is the crushed grape that gives out
the blood red wine; it is the suffering
soul that breathes the sweetest melodies?
Each man can learn something from
his neighbor; at least he can learn this—
to have patience with his neighbor, to
live and let live.
Think you that judgement waits till
the doors of the grave are opened? It
waits at the doors of your houses, it waits
at the corners of your streets.
’Tis nature has fashioned some for am
bition and dominion, and it has formed
others for obedience and submission.
The leopard follows his nature as the
lamb.
Good thoughts are blessed guests, and
should be heartily welcomed, well fed
and much sought after. Like rose leaves,
they give out a sweet smell if laid up in
the jar ot memory.
Life is not made up of great sacrifices
or duties, but of little things, in which
smiles and kindness and small obligations
given habitually are what preserve the
heart and secure comfort.
Nothing can ieasen the dignity and
value of humanity so long as the relig
ion of love, of unselfishness and devotion
endures; and none can destroy the altars
of this faith for us so long as we feel
ourselves still capable of love.
Fine Porints in Cannibalism.
It was formerly supposed that tht
relish with which certain savage tribes
ate their enemies arose from the gratifi
cation of the passion of revenge. With
in the last few years, hovever.it has
been clearly shown that some of the bar
barian man-eaters are really fond of hu
man fiesh for its own sake—that thej
enjoy it as a civilized epicure enjoys
turtle soup or roasted ortolans. Youj
Fiji Islander thinks the greatest praise
he can bestow upon any edible is to say
that it is “as tender as a dead man.”
The Fijians have plenty of provisions,
but they consider “long pig”—their
pleasant name for human fiesh—much
finer than pork, beef or mutton.
The New Zealanders, on the other
hand, do not consider man’s flesh as a
delicacy, but eat dead heroes and “wise
men” (whether they have been friends or
enemies makes no difference), with the
idea that they imbibe the valor and in
tellectual qualities of the deceased dur
ing Sue process.
The “noble savage” of Terra del
Fuego never eats any of his own people,
except when other meat is remarkably
scarce, although always ready to “take
in” the shipwrecked stranger. In severe
winters, if we are to believe the story o!
a British admiral (Fitzroy), the Terra
del-Fuegons, “when they can obtain nc
other food, take the oldest woman ol
their party, hold her head over a thick
smoke, made by burning green wood
and, pinching her throat, choke her,’
after which she is served up to he:
friends. The barbarians, on being askec
why they did not eat their dogs instead
of their old ladies, naively answered thal
their dogs caught otters, but that theii
venerable grandmothers and aunts did
not.
• Probably the majority of even the
lowest order of savages prefer fish and
yams to human flesh, but it is neverthe
less true that there are several tribes in
Australasia, Africa and the South Sea
islands that actually hanker after it.
There is some consolation, however,
in the assurance given us by travelers
that most of these anthropophagi prefer
colored persons to Caucasians as table
luxuries. This fact is certainly encour
aging to the missionary interest.— Neto
York Ledger.
Weight on Various Planets.
On Jupiter, which is a much larger
and heavier body than the earth, a man
would weigh about 484 pounds whose
weight on the earth would be 200 pounds.
This man would weigh 218- pounds on
Saturn. Coming to the smaller bodies
we find that he would weigh less than
on the earth. His 200 pounds would
shrink to 174 on Venus, to ninety-two
on Mercury, to sixty on Mars, and to
thirty on the moon, while on the little
asteroids, or telescopic planets revolving
between Mars and Jupiter, his weight
would be from two to four pounds only.
The matter depends on the mass and at
tractive force of the planet*-— Chicago
Times.
A BIG FLOATING MARKET.
LOTS OF THINGS TO EAT AND
DRINK ON AN OCEAN LINER.
An Immense Quantity of Meat, Fish
and Other Goods—A Great Steam
er’s Ample Storeroom.
Going down to Chief Steward Thomp
son’s room on the Teutonic, one is ad
mitted with much hesitation to the mys
teries of the various stores. The store
deck is a thing apart from the rest ot the
ship and is kept scrupulously clean.
Take the fish room for example. It is
twelve by fourteen feet square probably,
and well filled with large blocks of ice.
Piled upon this ice are twelve or thirtren
hundred pounds of fresh fish, including,
when the ship leaves New York, salmon,
cod, Halibut, smelts, bass aud black fish.
This quantity is sufficient for a voyage
one way only. AVhen. the Teutonic leaves
Btipool IKI M WUI iDC,ude
turbot, brett, sparling-, salmon, cod and
halibut. The sparling is a small fish,
corresponding quite closely to our smelts
and, like the smelt, is a great favorite
with ocean travelers.
In the dry refrigerating room next to
the fish room, the temperature of which
is kept by the ammonia process down to
twenty-eight degrees or thirty degrees
Fahrenheit, one sees, when the vessel
leaves New York, a number of barrels
of oysters to begin with, which belong
to private individuals; a number of tins
of oysters and clams which belong to
the ship’s stores, a number of cans of
pickled oysters, two or three barrels of
lobsters, a thousand head of poultry and
kidneys, tripe and sausage galore; and
everywhere ice, ice until one’s eyes grow
cold looking at it.
Twelve or thirteen carcasses of lambs
recently slaughtered, three veals, three
fat cows, two large pigs, forty or fifty
carcasses of sheep, hang in full view
amid the ice. Close by is a fat, juicy
looking English mutton, brought out
from Liverpool on the last voyage. Six
or eight sucking pigs hang near by; in a
corner 600 weight of salt pork is packed.
One thousand pounds of corned beef
adorn another corner and sixty or seven
ty beef tongues hang from hooks in the
deck beams overhead.
“We left Liverpool,” said the chief
steward, “with 1833 pounds of salt but
ter for use by the crew and steerage pas
sengers both ways; we also had 1180
pounds of Kiel butter for the use of the
saloon passengers. We had 1500 tins of
preserved milk, 1831 tins of preserved
beef, 800 pounds of coffee for the use of
the steerage aud crew, 600 pounds of
fine-grade coffee for the use of the saloon
passengers, 200 tins each of jams, jellies
and marmalades, 2000 tablets of soap,
350 pounds of fine black tea for the use
of the saloon passengers, 400 pounds of
black tea for the use of the steerage pas
sengers, 900 pounds of split peas, 2900
pounds of raw sugar,24oo pounds of fine
sugar, a large quantity of white Caia
vances beans, which are a great favorite
with the voyagers, eighteen dozen cab
bages and a large quantity of turnips and
carrots.
“Our sugar, coffee and tea are all pro
cured in Liverpool from the company’s
own private stores. From this source
also we get all our pickles, sauces, pates
de foie gras, caviare and the like. From
our own stores we get for the voyage
also eighty or ninety hams, 15,000
pounds of bacon, fifty cases of preserved
beef, 160 cases of beer, twenty boxes of
eggs, 700 or 800 pounds of salt fish for
use on Fridays, two or three barrels of
salt herring, and two or three barrels of
red herring. The preserved beef and
salt fish are provided mainly for use in
the contingency of a breakdown. For
the same reason we provide seventy or
eighty gallons of condensed milk, which
is purchased in New York, and 180 bar
rels of flour, for we keep our stock of
flour up to about that limit.
“Our lettuce,salad and berries are pur
chased m New York, and our ice cream,
in quantities sufficient for the voyage
both ways, is put up for us in your
Amercian metropolis in large freezers.
For the round trip we provide 350 quarts
of ice cream, which, as you see, is kept
in this room by itself, packed in ice and
salt.
“Os course, we get our fresh milk
from both sides, as much in Liverpool as
here,22o gallons of it at a time; and our
cream we provide in the same way. Corn
meal, which we could not procure in
Liverpool, we buy in New York—about
a hundred pounds at a time. We also
purchase in this city for the voyage 500
pounds of onions and twelve crates of
tomatoes.
I “Our fruit we buy for the single voyage
just before leaving port. For instance,
we have just now purchased and stowed
away twenty-six boxes of oranges, four
teen barrels of spples, 200 boxes of
strawberries, seven bunches of bananas
and fifty or sixty pineapples. In New
York, also, we purchase for use until we
return here six hundredweight of new
potatoes.
“Os the supplies that we buy here in
New York to last us until we return to
this city I may mention tinned pears, as
paragus, tomatoes, peaches, pineapples
and apriedts. All our cheese is bought
in Liverpool. In our flour room we keep
180 barrels of flour, which we buy in
Liverpool, as a constant reserve, being a
quantity sufficient for use during three
voyages, in case of accident.
“This is not a plentiful time of year
for game, of course. We buy in either
market the game in season at the time.
Just now for our voyage eastward we
Jjave taken on board twenty-five dozen
81.09 A YEAR.
squabs, fifteen dozen plover, thirteen
dozen snipe and thirteen dozen pigeons.
When we sail from Liverpool during the
season we supply ourselves there with
grouse, hare, partridges, pheasants and
venison.
“All our mineral waters, champagnes,
clarets, ales, stout, brandies and whiskies
we get from our own stores in Liverpool,
where we bottle them ourselves and
where we also prepare our own dried
dried fruit. We use about eighty cases
of mineral waters on a voyage.”
Persons accustomed to the narrow
quarters in which even the great hotels
of New York maintain their pautriepand
supply rooms, and having in mind the
even narrower quarters in which most
private families content themselves with
stowing away their edibles, would be
greatly surprised to see the extensive
area devoted on a great ocean liner to
the Hccominodation and ■arrangement oX
the various stores. A low estimate of
the superficial area devoted to this pur
pose would be several iLoUSatUI MiM
feet. The store deck is separate and
apart from the rest of the ship, and on a
vessel like the Teutonic the eighty odd
assistant stewards and cooks sleep in
quarters immediately adjacent, though
below and some distance removed from
the scene of their labors in order that
they may be, as the chief steward says,
easily found when they are wanted.
Close at hand are the butcher shops,
bake shopsand kitchens. The tempera
ture iu the main kitchen is, by means of
steam, kept during meal hours eveniy at
over 100 degrees, so that every edible iu
the apartment may have no chance to
get cold. Steam boxes, subdivided by
numerous shelves are at one side to re
ceive and keep until called for the vari
ous dishes of meat and game as they
leave the hands of the cook who has pre
pared them. At midnight every day
the bakers and pastry cooks begin to pre
pare the next morning’s meals. There
is indeed no time during the voyage
when there is not more or less activity in
the department of the the chief steward,
and method above all things character
izes his management on ships like the
Teutonic. In a large refrigerator on tho
same deck, and not far away from the
kitchens, a constant supply of cold meats
is kept, so that, no matter at what hour
of the day or night it be, if a passenger
feels the desire for a cold cut or a sand
wich, the materials from which to supply
his request are always ready. From
hooks attached to the rafters of the kitch
en roof, or, nautically speaking frpm the
deck overhead, hang hundreds of indi
vidual tea and coffee pots, ready for the
use of the saloon passengers at any mo
ment. Cooks, bakers, pastry cooks and
stewards are at all hours on the r/ui viiw
to supply any but the most unreasonable
demand, and even casual inspection un
der the escort of the chief steward, of
the stores, pantries and kitchens of an
ocean racer is amply sufficient to satisfy
the hungriest visitor that an ocean voy
age under present conditions is a god
send to a five-meal-a-day roan.— Me*
York Itecorder.
WISE WORDS.
AH the glorified feel that they have had
an easy market.
From the lowest depth there is a path
to the loftiest height.
It is a great defect in men to wish to
rule everything, except themselves.
Oh, banish the fears of children! Con
tinual rains upon the blossoms are hurt
ful.
Find earth where grows no weed, and
you may find a heart where no error
grows.
Nothing is ever done beautifully,
which is done in rivalship; nor nobly,
which is done in pride.
True glory takes root, and even
spreads; all false pretenses, like flowers,
fall to the ground; nor can any counter
feit last long.
Farmers who feed their pigs and cat
tle good corn, and pay no attention to
what kind of books or papers their
children are reading, make a big mis
take.
What a pity it is that men should take
such immense pains, as some do, to learn
those things, which, as soon as they
become wise, they take so much pains to
unlearn.
A charitable untruth, an uncharitable
truth and an unwise management of
truth or love, are all to be carefully
avoided of him that would go with a
right foot in the narrow way.
In a world there is so much fb be done,
how happy that there is so large a por
tion of daylight; in a world where there
is so much to be suffered, how merciful
that there is also so much light.
There can be no real fear or reverence
or seriousness of heart, until a man has
come to understand, at least in some
measure, what he is, that is, to realize his
own awful structure and destiny.
The Key of Death.
The “Key of Death’’ is apparently a
large key which is shown among the
weapons at the arsenal at Venice. It wm
invented by Tibaldo, who, disappointed
in love, designed this instrument for the
destruction of his rival. The key is so
constructed that th3 handle may be
turned around, revealing a small spring,
which, being pressed, a very fine needle
is driven with considerable force from
the other end. This needle is so very
fine that the flesh closes over the wound
immediately, leaving no mark; but the
death of the victim is almost instantane
ous.—Detroit Free Preu.