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•a? JEZia HAMILTON, GEORGIA. Roses in Bulgaria. Bulgaria, the little country in Europe which we hear so much about of late, is a veritable rose garden in cultivation itself. In no part of the world has the of the rose come so near perfection as j n this small State, and although the soil and atmosphere of the country have much to do with the success of the work, the native inhabitants have made such a long and careful study of the plant and its needs that they have created wonders out of their fields of blooming roses. As is well known, the flowers are grown there for the purpose of extracting the preciousaroma known as “Otto of Rose,” but this circumstance docs not detract in the least from the appearance obthe roses. The bushes require considerable care and attention, and they arc seldom allowed to attain a height of over six feet. In the great rose gardens, where the flowers arc raised for manufacturing the “Otto of Rose,” the bushes are seldom grafted bushes or budded. The roots forming the of a young rose garden carefully are taken from the old bushes and buried with plenty of manure, where they send up young shoots. These reach their full growth in about five years, and for fifteen years will yield large crops of roses. When an old bed begins to fail the bushes are cut away and new shoots allowed to spring up, or the whole field flowed up and roots from another bed set out in their place. A successful rose grower keeps several rase gardens at all times in different stages of development, so that when one garden begins to be un¬ productive in. another one is about ready to come The roses blossom in the latter part of May, when all the neighborhood is employed in picking them and getting them addition to the distillery. In to the great industry of extracting the precious aroma from the roses, the inhabitants of Bulgaria make quite a business of exporting rose slips and roots to different countries. The facility with which the roses grow in the fertile valleys of that country makes it a profitable market. business to raise the bushes for The cuttings for buds are sent hundreds of miles packed in long grass and surrounded with straw disposed longitudinally. But the particular rose, from which the Otto of Rose is made, therosa moschata, cannot be grown with much success in any other part of Europe. Attempts have been made frequently to cultivate it in the south of France, but all such experiments have proved a failure. The slips and roots of the bushes are sent to different parts of Europe, where the rose is grown in some of the principal public gardens. The aroma is so sweet that it will scent up the whole room if kept in doors, and will even garden impregnate with the outside atmosphere odor.— of a its penetrating M Bs Magazine. General Washington’s Farm. General 'Washington possesses 10,000 acres of land in one body, where lie lives; constantly employs 240 hands; keeps 25 plows going all the year, when the weather will permit ; sowed in 1787. GOO bushels of oats, 700 acres of wheat, and prepared as much corn, barley, potatoes, beans, peas, etc.; lias near 500 acres in grass, and sowed 150 with turnips. working Stock, heifers 140 horses, and 112 steers, cows, and 235 oxen, 500 sheep. The lauds about bis scat are all laid down in grass; the farms are scattered around at the distance of two, three, four or five miles, which he visits every day unless the weather is absolutely storniv. He is con stoutly making various and extensive ex¬ periments for the improvement of agriculture. He is stimulated with that desire which alwavs actuates him—to do good to mankind. In 1786 he killed 150 nogs lamily . weighing 18,500 pounds, for his use, exclusive of provision for his negroes, which was made into bacon.— From an Al nut • or 17 90. Doing good is th c o nly certainly happy c ion of a man's iife. TJie Michigan W. C. T. U., at its recent an¬ nual meeting, voted $300 to assist the unions in States where amendments are pending. it; % \ 9 f * * p i LLjL - t-AJuAbo. . t liii GOOD STORIES SHOWING THE SAGACITY OF DOGS. A Black and Tan and a Poodle Tricking Each Other—A Dog Outwits a Lady—Puss Punished, Etc. black Tippic was a black and tan an White but n poodle. They were great friends, their friendship did not make them unwilling dog to overreach each other. A new kennel was built, and on it each dog cast his eyes longingly. As soon as the workman had left, White ran in. Tippie barked appealingly before it, but in vain. White had lost all desire for play. Now both dogs dearly loved a tramp to bark at. Tippie, discouraged with all legitimate efforts to dis¬ lodge White, ran to the front fence and barked ferociously at an evident tramp. White listened until he could stand it no longer. Bounding out of the kennel he ran up and down behind the fence in furious search. Meanwhile, Tippie made for the kennel. White Chagrin saw and appreciated Tippie’s ruse. kept him quiet a little while; But then he. too, discovered a tramp. Tippie listened to him unmoved. White, how¬ ever, had his resources. Going to the place where they were regularly fed, he appeared to be eating. There was no exultation, not even a discreet wag of the tail. Tippie saw him and in an in¬ stant was at his side, when off went White like a shot and took possession of the dog-house. Tippie came back sadder and wiser. In vain he ran and barked at imaginary tramps. food. In vain did he gulp imaginary White watched him complacently discovered from the kennel. At length This Tippie dragged a noble white bone. he to the rear of the kennel, where he gnawed and growled with frantic delight. White could stand it no longer. As he bounded around the kennel one way, Tippie took the other. Having regained the kennel no persua¬ sions could tempt black and tan out of it that day. From Staten Island come two good dog stories. A dog-loving family has a remarkably his wit, intelligent pet. proposed Discussing send one day, it was to him upstairs for the his ladies mistress’s upstairs, wrap. But, first, one of went laid the wrap on the floor, and sat down on it with her sewing. The dog was sent, and quickly found the wrap. Vain¬ ly he tugged at it, first on one side, and then on the other. Discouraged, but not dismayed, he paused for a moment, when, suddenly making a dive, he seized the sewing in his teeth, and ran toward the fire. His opponent, now off her guard, ran after him to rescue her work. This wac enough; the dog dropped the sew¬ ing. ran for the wrap, and bore it in tri¬ umph to liis mistress. Another dog was much annoyed by a neighboring cat. This cat was accus¬ tomed to lie in wait for him and, from a gate post near a corner, to spring down upon his back and claw him. One day, having quietly repeated her usual trick, the dog disappeared round the corner. After some time he came back, his tail high in the air. Sure enough there was the cat on the gate post, and, as usual, down she pounced. But she was scarcely down when another dog bounded round the corner, sprang upon her and whipped her soundly. Evidently the helpless dog had called in aid. Bruno is a dog, a cross between a St. Bernard and a Newfoundland, a hand¬ some fellow, but not regarded fond as of of high intelligence, ing umbrella. lie is very going carry¬ an One day, out to walk, he was given the umbrella to carry. It was on a country road, and Bruno, go¬ ing off on an excursion of his own among the high grass of the meadow, came back without the umbrella. Everything that could be conceived was done to make him go m . search of it. But never did he seem so stupid. He wandered about helplessly, and was apparently unable to understand what he was desired to do. The next day, however, he made amends by going over to a neighbor's,stealing ail umbrella. and bringing it home with great pride. —New York Epoch. What She Said. Young man (to messenger boy)— “What did the voung ladv sav when you gave her the flowers?" Messenger Boy—“She asked the young feller who was sittin' on the porch with her if he didn't want some for a button¬ hole bouquet .”—New York Sti . Surprised Redskins. Bank Commissioner Potts, of Los An¬ geles, Cal., had an amusing California. experience The in the gold times of story, as told to a local reporter, runs as follows: In the early days of the gold excite ment. before many of the young men of the present day were born, Mr. Potts and his partner, both miners, put their heads together and decided that there was probably gold at the head waters of the San Joaquin. They thought it would be well to investigate the matter, and ac¬ cordingly they set out. In due time thev arrived. bed 1 hey discovered forks, a deep and hole in the of one of the they con¬ cluded that if there was gold anywhere in the bed of the stream it was in that hole. Thep tried diving to reach the bottom, but the water was too deep, and they found themselves in a dilemma. Mr. Potts’s partner bethought him of a diving suit in San Francisco, that he could procure, and the decision was reached that he go and bring it. This he did, arriving with it after a time. Those who have seen a diving suit are aware of the frightful appearance of a man arrayed in it. The front of the headpiece is a large circular pane of glass that gives the wearer the appearance of a hideous Cyclops. From the top of the head runs a rubber tube for supplying air to the diver, and there is also a rope at taclied for hauling him up. Mr. Potts’s partner arrayed himself in the suit. Lying across the hole was a fallen tree, and Mr. Potts and his partner walked , out upon the „ Ior, antlthe , , partner slipped down into the water and was instantly out-of sight, Mr. Potts holding the rope by winch to hold him up. The agreed While signal was a jerk on the rope. Mr. Potts was thus sitting on the log and holding the rope he appeared to be fiA ; ig with a stout line for big fish He was thus engaged when Chief Kaweah and his squaws came down from the mountains, where they had been gathering addressed nuts. He stopped and thus Mr. Potts: “You ketchum fish?” “No, not yet,” was the reply, “but I expect a bite pretty soon.” The old chief was evidently much in terested in the scene, and without more ado he squatted on the ban£ and awaited developments, his squaws following his exn mplc. there the Pretty soon came a jerk on rope that rippled the surface of the water, Kaweah became greatly excited when he saw Mr Potts pulling heavily on the line, and the old chief got to his feet and watched the procedure with the deepest interest. Presently the monster of the deep came to the surface with ito US. ** tUmed m “Ugh!” shouted the old warrior, and then lie and his squaws turned tail and fled panic stricken over the plains. Panic at a Spanish Bull Fight. At a bull fight outside Farragossa the other day, after two bulls had been des¬ patched without any special incident,the third, an animal named Salado, jumped over the barrier into the amphitheatre, crushing an old man and a lad of eight ecu. It would be difficult to give _ and an adequate description of the yarnc: tumult which ensued. The whole of the spectators jumped to their feet. In the twinkling of an eye the space around the bull was vacated, and the crowd rushed into a corner trying to protect itself by means of planks and sticks from his ex pected charge. desperate The bull made a rush for a young girl, who, with a shriek,fell to the ground, but one of the torreadors, with great presence of mind, trailed a red cloth in the path, and thus diverted his attention from the girl, who was dragged unconscious to a place of safety. The bull next trampled under foot an unfortunate vender of drinking water, and forced his way into that part of the ring known as the “Tertulia.” A young man in one of the boxes tried to shoot him, but the three bullets from the re¬ volver which he managed to lodge in him only served to increase his fury. One of the men then tried to run him through, but he missed his aim, and the bull charged him furiously. The man stepped deep into aside.and wooden the bull's pailing horns went so the that before he could withdraw them two men plunged their swords into him. Even this did not kill him outright, the enraged animal staggering a distance of some thirty yards and breaking down a number of benches before the breit!' was out of his body. THE BABY. The little tot’ring baby feet, With faltering steps and slow, With pattering echoes soft and swtefc Into my heart they go; They also go ia grimy plays, In muddy pools and dusty ways, Then through the house in trackful maze They wander to and fro. The baby hands that clasp my neck With touches dear to me, Are the same hands that smash and wreck The inkstand foul to see; They pound the mirror with a cane, They rend the manuscript in twain, Widespread destruction they ordain In wasteful jubilee. The dreamy, murm’ring baby voice That coos its little tune, That makes my listening heart rejoice Like birds in leafy June, Can wake at midnight dark and still, And all the air with howling fill, That splits the ear with echoes shrill Like cornets out of tune. — Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle. PITH AND POINT. Half a dozen dresses do not make a woman, but they often break a man. Chicago Mail. A man without brains frequently has the most imposing headstone when he is dead.— Picayune. There is a great difference between a musket and a domestic. A musk at, for instnnce never kicks unti ] j t g 0e3 off. Statesman j’ond mother xvith baby—“He does look so like his father, doesn't he?” Mr. B. “Yes, but I shouldn’t mind that, as long as he is healthy. ”—New York Sun. When Freedom from her mountain height First looked from shore to shore, She never dreamed a lady’s hat Would cost an X or more. —Dansville Breeze An exchange states that the male wasp does not sting. This is gratifying left to know, especially after in the female has a venomed splinter one's anatomy.— Siftings. Strange that man should have been given two ears and one tongue, when, as everybody knows, he would rather talk all day than listen five minutes. —Boston Transcript. A FrunC h man in London claims to have discovered a certain root which allays hunger and thirst. He probably refers to the root of all evil.— Boston Transcript u swaU ow,” pathetically ! / but do not f *’ lenm ,. ks an exchai .. * no mak Bsumm(!r .» True. But several swallows may bring about a fall.-Prma Pameiipt. Those two celebrated preachers, Beech¬ Rev. T* r> Bacon and Rev. Henry Ward er, were once disputing on accused some religious subject when the former the lat¬ ter of using wit in his sermons. “Well,” said Mr. Beecher, “suppose it had pleased God to give you wit, what would you have done?”— Epoch. HIS SECRET. 'wimt .. ifriwSiwrin , , ., ... heart* — What if she read far my secret thoughts, From her so apart? Wretched would be her life, The future for her would have no hope Nothing but constant strife, ,_ ... wdthShoplllss’wish, , , " strife Strife with thoughts that would drag liei down Like the murderous devil-fish. What if she knew it all ? What if my heart should speak? What if she knew that all I get Is six small dollars a week ? —Somerville Journal. & . Customs of the Comoro Islands. The Island of Johanna, Comoro Isl¬ ands, has some very peculiar customs. The natives are jet black, but neat and clean. Girls after marriage are not al lowed on the streets at all, and can see no one but their husbands. Rich men art allowed four wives, poor men one. Wher a poor man gels poorer he can sell a hall share in his wife for so much money, formulated bv law. A native belle be- ) « ■ - ■- — * orc lcr marriage makes a fine display oe *j ie fashionable ^ calico streets Mother of Hubbard Johanna in this : re< gown, printed with a pattern of banana leaves, reaching to her knees; no shoes not rm stockings, and for head gear a wide- rf rimmed, blue china teacup, worn with the handle on one side for convenience in taking off .—Boston Journal.