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VOL. I.
" j[ or e than a million men are employed
by t he various railway lines in the United
States.
Out of 900 recent boiler explosions
in the New England States all but thir
teen were traced directly back to the
engineer’s carelessness.
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Professor G. E. Morrow, of Yale,
thinks that a larger percentage of young
men can make a fair success at farming
than of those who engage in professional,
commercial, manufacturing or speculative
lines of work.
The King of Greece recently unveiled
s monument in a lofty defile in the hills
north of Amphissa in memory of Ulysses
Androtlios, who, at the head of a few
men, held the defile against the French
hordes in the war of Grecian inde
pendence.
The English sparrow has now got al
most as bad a name at home as in this
country. The damage which he causes
to the farmers of England has been esti
mated at $50,000,000, and a reward ol
six cents a dozen has been offered it
some parts of the country for heads oi
eggs- _ _
The Topeka Journal says that if the
cattle of Kansas were formed in a single
file they would reach from Atchison to
Yew York. So that just as the leading
steer was looming up in the nciglibor
hood of Central Park the last calf would
he galloping off the Missouri Rivet
Bridge. _
The Turkish Government had a sus
picion that Russian pilgrims, who have
been arriving in great numbers at the
monasteries at Galatea and Mount Athos,
were really come to spy out the country,
and it gave orders that the pilgrims be
closely watched and hustled along as
rapidly as possible.
The Supreme Court of Michigan Mas
just affirmed the decision of a lower one,
made in the face of a precedent, th^t a
child of 4 years cannot be visited with the
contributory negligence of its parents,
and that, consequently, the railway
which took off its small leg must pay the
$5000 damages allowed by the jury.
l- “Take the poorest and most wretched
looking hamlet in America,” says a De
troit Free Press man who has made the
tour, “overrun it with dogs and beggars,
furnish it with 50,000 rank smells and
two dirty hotels, and you have some
thing to compare with one of the beauti
ful Italian villages some of our folks rave
over.”
I They handle wheat with wonderful
celerity at Duluth, Minn, The other
flay the steamer Montana Eagle made
fast to the dock there, adjusted six re
ceiving spouts, took on 52,000 bushels
of wheat, and was off with her load in
forty-nine minutes. This is claimed to
be the fastest job of loading wheat on
record.
“Railway brain” is a term applied by
Dr. Ihomson, the eminent English spe
cialist, to a neurosis or general derange
ment of the nerves produced by a shock
received by the head on a railway car.
h the particular casedescribed no wound
w as received, and consciousness was
tersecl pre
at the time of the injury. After
"ardthe patient became melancholic
8nd coni plainod of insomnia, headache,
spinal pain, weariness, and failure of ap
I'Uite. A hygienic and palliative treat
ment was given.
' °°bserves the Chicago lie raid: “The
Canad'ans t have appropriated solid
-bunks of cuteness from the Yankees in
* ie matter of contracts and contracting.
Miort time since the Dominion of
-anada awarded a contract for thebuiid.
Ing a bridge over the Fraser River,
on the Canada Pacific Road, to a Cana
dian contractor at $1,500,000. He sub
let the work to a Philadelphia contractor
another or $100,000, who in turn let the job to
contractor for $100,000, and he
e d to another contractor for $75,000.
« which figu res the bridge built.
was
Senator Turpie, of Indiana, has in
wauced a bill into the United States
* enate to provide for a sort of “direc
Jl 7 Ibe most skilled mechanics and
artisans in all parts of the country. The
MU makes it the duty of the Commis
joiHr of Labor annually to compile from
e est most authentic and
t0 prepare sources,
and publish a book to be
f' ed tke “Register of Labor,” to be ol
e Slze °I the Army and Navy Registers
combined, to contain the names and ad
dresses of persons of known excellence
in their vicinity in. line of skilled
labor any
taken or in mechanism, the names to be
the diffe proportion to population from
rent States and Territories. Only
names of persons actually engaged in
the manual work of the respective call
“ ss are to bo published.
GRAY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, AUGUST 25, 1888.
THE CITY OF THE DEAD.
They do neither plight nor wed
In the city of the dead,
In the city where they sleep away the hours,
But they lie, while o’er them range
Winter blightand summer change
No‘X" n S, h r‘S 2SST ' •*
And ,1„ da, „ „ t . t „. n,*
F their Visi0n ls of other kia ’* 1 u:i °-irs.
They do neither sing nor sigh,
In that burgh of by and by,
Where the streets have grasses growin.cool
and long;
But they rest within their bed,
Leaving all their thoughts unsaid,
Deeming silence better far than sob or song.
No, they neither sigh nor sing,
Though the robin be a-wing,
Though the leaves of autumn march a million
strong.
There is only rest and peace
In the City of Surcease,
From the failings and the wailings neath the
sun,
And the wings of the swift years
Beat but gently o’er the biers,
Making music to the sleepers, every Oil?.
There is only peace and rest;
But to them it seemeth best,
lor they lie at ease and know that life is
done.
—Richard F. Burton, in the Century.
MY RAKE ROSE.
I am devoted to flowers—flower
mania my friends call me, and perhaps
they are right. The only purchase’ extravagance
I am ever guilty of is the of a
rare wealthy, plant, and although I am far from
yet my flower collection is
equal, rich if not superior, to that of mv
friends.
Madeline, that’s my wife—says she
can't make a creditable appearance, be
cause, whenever she wants a new bonnet,
I happen to want a new plant. Women
never can reason, you know, and I’ve
exhausted myself in trying to explain,
that while a new bonnet lasts only a
season, but a plant will give you delight for
years; all the same Madeline grum
bles and grumbles, and comes back to
the starting point that she wants a bon
net, and that three months of it would
give her more pleasure than years with
my floral pets.
“I’ve no patience with you, John,”
she exclaims. “Jeanne and 1 are obliged
tu Iwm decent clothes and bonnets, if
we expem to go into society at all. But
much you care for that. If we’d get on
our knees and dig around your hateful
plants them with our hands and—yes—water
with our tears, you’d think it was
all right.”
“But salt water wouldn’t be good for
them, my dear,” I say in perfect good
faith, and then somehow she gets more
furious than ever.
“I hope they’ll all die,” she cries, in
her usual impetuous manner. “Yes I
do! I hope they’ll wither before your
eyes! I hope something dreadful will
happen to show you what a mean, seltish
creature you are!” and then she burst
into tears and flung herself out of the
room.
Madeline is a good woman, an excel
lent wife, but she will fly out now and
& wh.ri'r.“rr.srjs
tastes from the frivolities of dress and
fashion, which have ruined so many
noble souls, and to bring her into syui
pathy with nature.
mother, My daughter Jeanne is as bad as her
She is eighteen can’/bc years old and
very pretty, but she made to
understand that line dresses are not
needed to set off her charms, and all she
wants of flowers is to cut them and stick
them about her dress. If it wasn’t for
my plants, life would be a very hard
thing for me with those discontented
females nagging at me.
Did I tell you roses were mv special
passion? No! well, they are, and I have
one-hundredandtwenty-fivechoicevarie- of
tics the rose family, and for some of
them I would not take ten dollars.
Richardson, Certainly not for my William Allen
which I got from New York
a year ago. The only one of the species
in the town where I live, and unique of
its kind.
It is not aremarkably large or double
yellow rose like the Marechale Niel, the
Chromatella or the Etoile de Lyon, but
it is saigeneris in its intense orange hue.
When it bloomed out this spring, it
minded me of sunsets I had watched in
the Mediterranean and off the coast of
Grande Isle in the Gulf of Mexico. I
gazed at it in an ecstasy of delight, me' and
Madeline could hardly get to my
meals.
“Why, papa, it’s grand,” Jeanne cried,
clapping her flower hands. “It’s just the
shade of I want for my
black lace dress this evening, that I’m
going Corn!, to wear at Mrs. Hurston’s party,
bo^t liana, are deLrsage you uot of going uirosef’ to give
me j a a uumjuni uc uwioupc m mu iuoui
Why, 1 would sooner have let out
some drops of my heart's blood, and told
her so! Cut my beautiful William Allen
Richardson? It was sacrilege even to
propose it, and I told her so pretty
plainly. She marched off in a huff, and
I was suddenly startled by a somewhat
sharp Sbat , T cb voice v. 01 - ^r at at wundersclloene my m y back. back ' „ . T 11
A ', dle 1 '
1S • lofely.”
1 tarued and
mg . German girl with her broad face
wreathed with smiles as she gazed ad
miringly at my garden. want?” I asked.
“What do you
“I come, the Frau Hyson she send me
to de laty dat wants a niadchen, a ser
vant.”
“Yes, my wife applied house.” for one. You
will find her in the
“Ach, but the lofely rosen!” she ex
claimed, enthusiastically clasping her
hands. “Yill the Herr not let me valk
in hisgarten and see them?”
I must acknowledge I was charmed
with the girl at once. What refinement
of taste in one so lowly born! But no,
she could be no common servant, for to
them—
“A primrose by the river bi im
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.”
W ™ Clarchen—she had told
He,- bln. .je,™“7.giLtoJS* questions were' so*
discriminating, that it pleased intelligent, so
me to
answer them. She singled out the rarest
of my roses, and really seemed to know
a good deal about them. But the Will
iam Allen Richardson, which she c_. saw
for the first time, evoked the wildest en
thusiasm.
“There isn’t another in the State,” I
said. You see I was inclined to be
rather boastful about my rare rose.
“Why, if I chose to sell those flowers, I
could get a dollar apiece for them, they’re
such a peculiar color.”
Her eyes opened wide and sho re
peated, “Ach, one whole tollar!” in
every “When variety of inflection.
yon go to Mrs. Elliot,” I
said, “tell her I think she’d better try
you.”
Her sympathy in my favorite pursuit
had quite won me. If my wife and
daughter tion had only such intense apprecia
of the beautiful.
“I’ve taken that German girl, John,”
Madeline said, that night.
“Quite right, my dear, She seems
quite a superior kind of servant.”
“Don’t know about that,” Madeline
answered, **Iently, doubtfully. “She can't cook
ev and her English is just awful,
I went out of the kitchen a minute, and
I came hack l found her rum
ma o>ng in the drawers of the dresser,
an< kiikin \ P u K*ng things about as if sho was
S an inventory tk, of them. I’ll try
ler lor a m0I1 but I don’t think she’ll
suit.”
So Clarchen was fairly established, and
Madeline's complaints of her stupidity
aa d wastefulness were long and deep.
“I’ll ship her before the month is
°ut,” she grumbled. “Of all idle,
good for-notliing creatures, Clarchen is
the worst. She pretends not to under
stand me, but she does every word, and
she slurs over her work to get out in
the garden and potter about among
your precious flowers.”
“Yes, that was true. Every day she
would slip in the garden and pass be
tween the rows of flowers, carefully
holding brush back her dress so as not to
against them,
Once or twice I had a mind to cut
some °f my common ros<? 8 a »cl" re them
to her to take home I re
framed from principle. I cannot bear
to cut my flowers, it almost seems to me
there is a living soul in them, and then
if you begin to giveaway flowers, your
hfe is worried out of you by your
neighbors who won’t trouble themselves
t° cultivate roses, and seem to think
you ought to be glad to provide them
w hh the rarest blossoms,
I am very careful to keep my premises
locked, but as we are late risers and as
Clarchen came very early, I was obliged
to give her a key to the gate, that she
*' might let herself in without waking us.
Clarchen, cr il week if all capable went on smoothly—
not a servant, was a
good-natured one, and my wife thought
she was improving.
^ss^tssSFSs of its choicest xsaw
sonie blossoms. One
magnificent Wh- cluster ~«u4 of eight enormous
I hr
days was gone.
“Jeanne,” I cried out excitedly to my
you°cut daughter, who Marechale was at her window, “did
my Niels?”
“I’m astonished at you, papa,” she
answered, tossing her head. “Do you
think I would steal your old flowers,
when you refused me a single rose the
other day? I’ve too much pride for
that.”
“Oh, and dey vas so heavenly lofely!”
Clarchen exclaimed. She had run into
the garden when she heard my voice,
and stood there, her hands raised in con
sternation :
“I count dem yesterday. One, two,
free, ves eight big rosen, Ach HimntU
who took dem rosen?”
“Somebody's climbed over the fence,
John, dryly. and helped think themselves,” my wife
said, 1 she really enjoyed
my trouble. “Yes, and it won’t beyour
last loss, and, perhaps, you’ll learn after
a while that used you’d better give your
flowers to he by your familv, than
for thieves.” ‘
to leave them
I didn’t dare tell my wife how many
of my fine roses I missed that morning,
for I knew that precious little sympathy
I would get from her. But it was heart
rending to go from one bush to another
to find my finest blooms gone. The thief
evidently knowledge^ had picked the amt cho-en varieties. with a
full |roaned rarest
Clarchen and nearly wept
over my losses, and suggested that 1
should put broken bottles on the top of
William my wall But I had one comfort! gorgeoi My
William Allen Allen Richardson Richardson was was gorgeous
that morning, and I actually lost the
acute pain of my losses, in gazing at my
golden treasure. My Aurora I called it,
and in my heart I worshipped the beau
tiful thing.
i think I must have dreamed of it that
night, for I rose earlier than usual the
next m- xt morning, morning, • and and j i. hurried hurried • j . to to the the .. spot. spot.
Was 1 dreaming. I rubbed my eyes,
and ga/ed le intently K.L at a rose i bush with
?, Ut a 8m f had passed ravaged as
lf a cyclone „ William over it. That
could not be my Allen Rich
ardson without a flower or even a single
bud? I sat flat on the ground, and
buried my face in my hands, and there
my wife found me. She did not jeer as
usual, but looked really uneasy.
“It isn’t the loss of your flowers that
troubles me,” she explained. “You de-
8er ve to loose them, John, but if a thief
can come in and out of your premises in
this way, he won’t stop at flowers. I
expect to wake up some morning and
find house and kitchen robbed. You’d
better go to the police station and see
about the matter.”
I had not the least appetite for my
breakfast that morning, and immediately
afterward set off for the police station,
Clarchen complained that morning ol
being ill, and said she would go home
and lie down for an hour. The loss of
the flowers had given her a nervous
headache.
On the way to the station, I passed
through the L—-market, and stopped
aimlessly before some of the flower stalls.
Suddenly I came to a table, and an
electric shock passed through me, when
I saw it piled with fresh, beautiful
bouquets of the William Allen Richard
son.' Now 1 knew positively there was
not another rose of that kind in flic
State, but the one 1 owned. Those were
my flowers, 1 could swear to them.
“Where did you get those roses?” I
thundered, bringing my fist so violently
down on the table, that the big, black
beardefl Gascon standing behind it
started.
“ Vot for you nskee me dat?” he cried,
angrily. '“You drunk, man? I get my
roses vere I gets ’em. Go away or I call
de pleeceman.”
“You’re a thief,” I cried, furiously;
“a miserable, contemptible thief! Those
roses are mine! I can swear to them.
You stole them from me last night.”
The big Gascon sprang to his feet.
“You say I t’icf, he yelled. “Sucre
tonnerre 1” and the next moment a thun
derbolt indeed struck me, and I was
doubled up against the stall of an Irish
woman, who punched me in the back,
and yelled for police at the top of her
stentorian done with lungs. But the Gascon wasn’t
me by any means. As I strug
gled up he struck me another blow in
the right eye.
I had never fought since I was a boy,
and have always looked upon brawls as
disreputable, but I was too furious to re
member but the anything. I struck out wildly,
mau, who was a professsonal
boxer, just played upon me with his
lists until he had me down again, and
being very stout I stayed down, until a
condescending both policeman marched us
off for fighting and disturbing the
peace. As I was limping along we met
Henderson, an old friend and a deacon
in the church as well as myself.
“Why, good gracious, Elliot, can that
be you? ” he exclaimed. “What on earth
is the matter? ”
“Weil, my roses were stolen last night
by that fellow,” pointing to the Gascon,
who ground ‘And his teeth and shook his fist
at me. when I accused him, he
pitch ' hto me”—
1 '*Y?iA- t ^yre('k.” Henderson
, U /
laughed, harmless, shamefully. “So after all,
your innocent flowers have
brought you do to grief. Told you it
wouldn’t to set your heart on them.
Well, I’ll go along. Those folks all
know me—police officers, magistrates
and the whole lot of ’em. They’ll have
to take my word that you are a respecta
ble citizen, for upon my word, Elliot,
with your mashed hat and torn coat and
battered visage, you’re about as dis
reputable looking And vagabond he as I ever
came across.” then laughed
again in a very undignified manner.
When we came before the magistrate,
my Gascon was willing enough to tell all
he knew. He bought the flowers from a
German named Heinrich, a man who
kept *- a «*,«.««»*» small flower garden in the suburbs
-
? IT'* 1 ;’ an( I had no reason to suppose ho
llad s 0 e ? ? ny ° tllL> m. J i es, the man
S rue nowers. . in I?Sct iact, . 'h. sue h nan 3 mou ZlZ nt
Kim the William Allen Richardson that
ve ! y m ° r “ ln R. and Knggled oyer the
V^ce. She wanted a dollar apiece lor
tuun '
My heart sank into my boots at this
revelation. My sympathetic Clarchen,
my flower-lover, my refined domestic was
the serpent in my garden of Eden. A
few tke questions brought I there a description of
woinan > aa< wa-i no longer
room tor t* 0 ' 1
A warrant was issued . for the , ai rest of
{ 10 rasca v C0U P e » and sad A I ho >b!ed
-
homewards. 1
My wife and Jeanne met me . in the
g ruatest excitement. ) dear, dear,
“"led ™ f< \ haS bee, J
' •lohn.'Iohn.areyoucra/.y- < u
}' iat t .
18 ie ala ,as
treating you so?” , And then without , wait
! hysterics. n " °? ,l w< ‘ 1 r ^ hat’s ske always " ent °‘ the ln way ° 8 r,, with . r ‘p
^ m cn ' W le, \ y° u n ^ ed ^em most,
'?• , rt ° ' 11 U P 1,1 some ay or
■
£Kmy 10 u 2J r y‘ mid “hen I thought *= she
wa8 ?. 01n S an ? therfit .. r , ’
“ 1 he creature has run off, papa „
feanne expla ned She s taken lots of
things from the kitchen, and mamma has
missed six of her tablespoons. And then
wedo "
wHi « u "« ar th her, I
8a l t C “^!:r‘L y / rr f fiinr! ,i, nn U
’
bad , , absconded h , , and f from that , day ■ to .
thl 9 n0 s ’»" °, f them has come tons. Not
. ZT&X
dollars in cash. Clarchen’s affinity was
not flowers aione, but every species of
plunder. 1 all these things
must say gave me a
great shock, and f have never taken the
interest in my flowers since the big
Gascon demolished me because of them.
j e(in ne helps herself to them freely, fori
jj ave come to the conclusion that it is a
bad thing to be selfish, even with flow
ers .-Youth's Companion.
The countries south of the United
Estates, consisting of the empire of Bra
zil,four European colonies, and loRepub
lies, consist of 40,000,000 people, and
have an aggregate area of over B,500,000
square miles—a population almost equal
and an area double that of the United
States.
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The use of cocaine as an anesthetic
was istt held discouraged in at the meeting of dent
Cairo, Ill.
AJiipimeso Eel Dinner.
We celebrated a recent anniversary
day by an eel dinner at a famous eel
house, writes a correspondent of the
Giole-Democrat , from Tokio, Japan.
While we were taking off our shoes at
the doorway we could look through a
latticed partition into the kitchen and
see the cook, with murderous looking
knife in hand, making choice of his
living selves victims, into that were looping of them- fresh
bow knots in tanks
water. If one wishes he is always privi
leged to select his own cols from the
tanks at eel houses, although the first
one that could be caught ought certainly
to When answer quite reached as well.
we the larger upper
room square silk cusicms in lieu of chairs
were ranged around three sides of the
room. The fourth side was left open
for the passing Of the pretty waitresses
to and fro amt as a stage for gci-siias, the per
formances of the two doll-like
who sat demurely in an outer loom
awaiting The our arrival.
of feast began with a soup or being stew
eels, the bottom of the bowl
filled with a delicate white curd and
the flavor of the dish being as mild and
evasive as flaxseed tea. Broiled eels,
skewered out flatly like a section of
flounder and laid on top of steaming
fierce rice, next appetites tempted did us, skilful and inspired and heroic by
we
work broiled with bits the chop called sticks. The plain, After
are white eels.
them came black cels, or eels dipped in
soy before and during the broiling.
They acquire a rich, brown tint ami a
most and piquant flavor by this treatment, which the
the soy, or bean, with
Japanese always, improve their fish and
birds, might be used in the same way in
other countries. Japanese soy is the
foundation of Worcestershire sauce and
all is much the spices better and before it is charged that with
cayenne convert
it into the English condiment. Oran
lette, lily bulbs, bamboo sprouts passed ami
dishes of mysterious composition
in review before us, but all the appetites
had been broken on the dishes of white
eels and black eels, and we toyed with
the later courses, simply taking chop
stick practice with the shreds and lumps
of which they were composed.
“Fingerliiickcln.”
The spirit of emulation is one of Uue
strongest in the human breast. In
obedience to it men freely risk life, repu
tation and even honor itself. A tourist
in Tyrol, says the Youth's Companion,
watched two hot-headed youths, who,
having got into some dispute over money
matt ers, * had agreed to settle it by a ro
^ Stiff wuVt'iu that 'country -k tailed
“Fingerhackeln.” simple This game, strength or rather of
struggle, is a trial of
arm and biceps. The table is cleared,
and the two competitors seated opposite
each other, with the table between them,
stretch out their right hands so as to let
them meet in the center. Each, bending
hook, the middle linger wilh into that the shape rival. of a
entwines it of his
At a given signal each begins to pull,
the object being to drag the antagonist
across the board.
Both were strapping young fellows,
each eager to show off his prowess, and
the fact that they were well known
adepts at it rendered the struggle
doubly interesting. Victory swayed
hither and thither; the most the prodigious slightest
efforts were made to wrest
advantage from the foe, the subtlest
ruses coining into play, the most impos
sible contortions issue of the seemed body undergone;
and yet the as far from
decision as at the very outset. With
set teeth, rigid features and heaving
breasts, the two young fellows tug and
pull, and neither will give in. Their
hands are of an angry red, the veins
swollen to double their usual size, while
drops of perspiration on their foreheads
tell of their almost superhuman exer
tions.
Watching the face of one the observer
all at once saw if. a lo >k hand of agonizing dropped; pain
shoot across His the
struggle was at an end. I’oor fellow!
his linger is maimed for life; for the
principal muscle has been rent in the
sudden fierce struggle, liis of antagonist, the by a
jerk—one fingerhackeln—has numerous
stratagems of suc
ceeded in unbending his adversary’s
finger. One very frequently sees in
Tyrol a man with right a hand. finger bent nearly
double on the If you ask
the cause you will invariably be told
that it happened while “Fingerhackeln.”
Expensive 1 Sugared Violets,
He As . the listener stepped place . into . where , his , favor
confectioner’s -- a he
wjoys some acquaintance, and where a
certain degree consequently of impertinent be inquisitive pardoned
ness might (:Cfl lhe 8ho b
him “ h ? not J J oa3e a ' ,x
containing f few looking objects, .
a curious
he like of which he did not remember
-o have seen betorc.
What are those, please?" he asked.
“Those,” sa.d the confectioner, “are
^mJSesticks “No; sugared violets.” 1”
“Dear me 1 .Can I afford to buy a few
of them?”
“Possibly. They are them imported from
England, and we sell for $4 a
pound.” “Is that all? Well, send
you may me
jn half a ton, please; and be sure and
nave the men on the wagon takehlong h
baskets to deliver them im”
The listener was inclined to treat that
as a little joke on the part of the
," -.nnWHnn«r hut he found that the
U (t £rared violets were a reality ^nsnection and the
L„ tu „i t:. on closer
could see the violets nestWMn its
<■ „ iiaintv food for an
' ” ® Boston Tran
.
vri V •
«‘0 for the wings of a dove!” sighed
the poet. “Bosh!” said his friend, the
b r( ,ker. “The breast of a turkey is
m uch better to fill up on ."—Harper's
Bazar.
NO. +2.
THE KING’S SEAT.
Yaldimir sat with £is knif
In Kief’s banquet hall,
And And boasted the joy of of arms the bugle and of calm victories won
While a figure gray at the gate *
Knocked once and twice and thrice,
And Yaldimir snouted: “No more shall come
in
Neither for love nor for price!”
But a breath of wind blew apart
The fringe of the pilgrim’s cloak.
And lieneatli, the lute of the singer was seen
Before the singer spoke.
1 Ai, little minstrel,” then said
The great Frince Yaldimir,
‘The top of the earthen oven is tfi-—
The minstrel’s place is here.
‘A small and lowly place,
For my heroes all have come,
Bloody with wounds and with
From Jim of Murom.”
t'ho minstrel climbed to bis seat
On tin? earthen oven’s top,
And tuned life lute and began hi.
And they would not let him stop
?or his song of battle and death
He sung of victories won,
3f Deuk and liis Indian steed';
And the tale of Morga, the Divan.
And there, as he sang, as ho sang,
The hearts of men bowed down
Audio! the top of the oven
Bocarne the monarch’s throne.
—Annie Fields, in the Century..
rrm and point. t
Made of awl-work—Hand-sewed shoes.
Net proceeds of a summer day—One
iinall fish.
A case that needs no close inspection
—Limburgcr cheese.
In order to carve out a fortune one
must be sharp.— Ejiorh,
A hew-and-cry usually follow the
small boy’s acquisition of a pocket
knife .—Binghamton Leader.
The man who sets up to bo the archi
tect of his own fortune has often to alter
the plans aud specifications ,—Rochester
Post.
A woman who married a one-legged
man says it doesn’t take much to make
her husband hopping mad .—Pacific
States.
A writer in a scientific journal will tells find
“how to euchre wasps.” He
it can’,t be done with a lope baud,—
f *■ -----*
The delirium tremens in a glass of
whisky doosn’t get out on the tumbler
and announce in thunder tones that it is
present.— Washington Critic.
One plea of the bank clerks for the
Saturday half-holiday is the solid fact
that they are exposed to drafts all the
rest of the week .—New York News.
You are light, Julius Henry, a man
may smile and smile and be a Prohibi
tionist still, but the average man who
smiles and smiles is more like a whiskey
still .—New York Sun.
Won’t somebody ask us: “Is it hot
enough for you?” The new explosive
rnclanite is said to be ten times as pow
erful as dynamite, and we are anxious
to experiment with it .—Baltimore Ameri
:an.
It is said that one pound of banana
contains more nutriment than tBree
pounds of meat. And yet meat will
build a man up, while a small piece of
Oun&na will bring a man down.— States
man.
3a id a thief to a wit: '‘There’s no knowing
one’s friends found
Until they have been tried and
steady.” the “hut all J
“ Very true,’’ said wit, yours,
Have presume. tried—and found guilty—al
t>eeii
ready ?’
We are told that the Siberian Railroad
will connect Napirsk, Olita, Irkutsk,
Tomsok, Tobolsk and Ekatcrineburg.
We think that if these names were con
nected, and had a handle adjusted to
the rear end, they would make a first
class meat saw.
It was a little girl who, going to the
Episcopal church, and happening to turn
around just at the moment when the
congregation bow their adoration in the
creed, took it into her head that they
were all bowing to her. And so, asshe
was a polite little girl, and not inclined
to receive a salutation without returning
it, she bowed very respecifully and ex
ebiiuiert; “Good morning, people!”—*
Transcript.
C'liclt-clic!k click-click!
How swift and slick
Tiie maiden’s fa'ry lingers fly!
Click-click! click-uing!
Will A wedding fair ring by and by.
grace her liana
Thus Cupid cute his conquest makes,
Bly fighter! of
For now instead darts he takes
Typewriter. Boston Budget.
Taking a Live Rattlesnake to Bed.
The uses of the live rattlesnake as a
medicinal agent are not well known.
The father suffered of one of my present from neigh
bors some years ago an
ulcer on his leg. He did not seem to
receive any benefit from rattlesnake oil,
so he took the advice of an old resident,
now dead, and carried a live rattlesnake
to bed with him, aud kept it there
three days. The old gentleman always
insisted that he was bitten by the snake,
and that tne poison simply counteracted
the poison of the disease that was in
the blood and drove it out. How true
that may be I do not know, but it is
certain that the man’s ulcer disappeared,
and he got well and lived for several
years. 1 don’t know whether the snake
died or not, but very likely it did .—New
York Sun.
The Boston Olohe decides that the ex
pression English. “grammatical error” is correot