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OOUNTY M =*Sa Sit <y • «i a 'M 0 m IIMML 7) “Onr Ambition is to make a Veracious Work, Reliable in its * k* e statements, Candid in its Conclusions, and Just in its Vieis. ” 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. _____g 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. --- 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