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* WONDERFUL CATALOGUE. The Work Done on the List of Boo>*» In . the British iummus. A wonderful catalogue—in fact *be most remarkable production of Its ki a lu the whole world—is the general oata iguo of the British museum loading room. Nor is this surprising, considering that this reading room is itself the most wonderful library in the world, and that its many millions of volumes, if placed in a single row would extend'to nearly 27 miles. Every reader of the museum-la familiar with the great circular shelves in the cen ter of the reading room, which have been constructed to take the almost innumer able volumes of this mammoth catalogue. It might bo supposed that these volumes would grow in number with the increase of the library until they came to occupy a gigantic apartment all to themselves. The contrary is the case. Whereas they origi nally consisted of nearly 3,000 folio vol umes, they are being steadly reduced, so that it is hoped that ultimately there will only be about a third of this number. This Is due to the fact that formerly the cata logue was written, but it is now printed. It is supposed that by the time we have en ' tered the twentieth century the printing of this enormous work—under the editorship of Mr. A. W. K. Miller—will be complete. Not that in reality such a compilation can ever he really complete, for there will al 3 ways be accessions to enter. - The mere entering up of accessions costs the museum from £BOO to £I,OOO a year, while for the printing of the catalogue Itself for many years past the government has made a grant to the trustees of about £3,000 a year. It has no doubt surprised many persons to observe that the catalogue volumes are of different colors. Some are blue, some are green and others are red. The explana tion of this curious arrangement is very simple. There are three copies—the read er’s copy, a reserve copy and a working copy. When any alteration has to be made in the reader’s copy, a reserve copy is put in its place while this is being done. The working copy is for the use of the officials. The system on which the Catalogue is compiled is a very interesting one. It is based on the famous 91 rules drawn Up in 1839 by Panizzi, the first museum libra rian. When the present catalogue is entirely completed, the authorities will enter upon the publication of a great subject cata logue. Provisionally Installments of such a work have already been issued by Mr. Fortescue.—London Mail. What the Greek Has. “Whatdo you think of the Greeks now?” is a question often asked me, and it is gen erally accompanied by a smile, for the Englishman in his heart always believes that might is right and that a nation which has been defeated by a race nearly 20 times its size must have committed some enormous sin. But before I went out I did not think much of the Greeks one way or other. I only thought of their cause, and it seems to me certain that the historian who in a hundred years narrates the dismemberment of the Turkish empire | and the deliverance of the peoples now under its sway will speak of this quixotic | attempt of Greece with natural enthusi asm. As to the Greeks themselves, their f failings, like our own, are obvious enough. | They are, it is true, rather strange failings for so old a race, for they are the failings of children. I remember a fifth form master in a great public school once putting the em barrassing question, “What had the Greeks?” and after passing it down the form in vain he exclaimed, with a sigh: “Oh, don’t you even know that? Why, a lively imagination.” Well, the Greeks have retained that quality in daily life, though not in art. Like imaginative chil dren, they romance with entire ease, and the fertility of their invention is only equaled by the simple confidence with which they credit-the Inventions of others. By the time one fiction has been exposed they are greedy for the next, and it is in variably supplied. This peculiarity gives an obvious advantage to journalism, and I suppose there is no country in which journalism is so dominant and so harmful. But'that was not the worst result of tho imaginative faculty in the war. It made the men conscious of danger and oversen sitive to it. They rated the risk even higher than it was. They realized to the full the horror of death. Perhaps they exaggerated it. Poor and hard as the life of the com mon Greek Is he loves it. He much prefers it to death.—Contemporary Beview. Edward Everett Hale. Dr. Hale served the ministry in Wash ington for a year or two and from 1846 to 1856 in Worcester, where he is affectionate ly remembered in many ways and partic ularly as founder of its public library, and ho was commissioned pastor of the South Congregation church 41 years ago, where he is marrying and baptizing the children and grandchildren of his early parishion ers. But he does not belong to the South Congregational church. He has always maintained that to givp oneself fully to any particular work, and especially to that of the ministry, to make the gift real ly great, one must enlarge oneself by the widest service which intensifies the man and makes him able to offer a worthy offering. So he has had a planetary influ ence through his institution of “Ten Times One Is Ten” and “Lend a Hand,” of W'adsworth clubs and Lend a Hand clubs all over the world, in every sort of philanthropic work, economic, social and industrial. His progress through the west a year or two ago was a kind of peaceful triumph. No name is more familiar on the lips of good men everywhere. His literary work has been stupendous, reaching to 50 vol umes and tenfold 50 volumes in uncollect ed articles, studies and sermons. He has caught the popular fancy as few purely literary men have ever done with “My Double and How He Undid Me” and*‘The Man Without a Country.” But these are only unconsidered trifles in the bibliog raphy of the prolific author who is now delighting everybody with the reminis cences of his rich acquaintance with men’ and things, the expression of a ripe mind, full without prolixity, liberal without garrulity and instructive without pedan try.—Time and the Hour. Emergency Doctors In Paris. In Paris a list of doctors ready to attend in case of emergencies oedtarring in the night is published for the convenience of the public. Originally, we learn, a fee of 10 francs was the standard payment, but more recently a pool has been instituted and the result divided quarterly among the doctors. This system has alienated the better class practitioner, and now the em ployment of the whble class has become endangered by the death of a patient treat ed by one of the members who lives on £ls per annum, with a stock of instru ments as scanty as his income.— London Hospital. A BEE’S RESTLESS LIFE. It Begins Work When Three Days Old and Dies a* Forty-Sve. G. W. Reynolds of Los Angeles, one of the oldest traveling men in the United States, has a ranch of which he enjoys telling even more than he does of the experiences through which he has passed during his half century upon the road. The ranch is near San Diego, Cal. The chief product is honey. This product is gained from two apiaries, which Mr. Reynolds visits every time his business permits him to go to south ern California. • “In my apiaries, which are cared for by my son,” said he, “there are 140 stand of bees. The honoy season lasts from April to July. Last season my bees yielded 40,000 pounds of honey, which sells in that country in bulk lots at 4 cents a pound. Two of the hives gave over 500 pounds each. For ten years I have been interested in bees in a small way, and I take greater interest in them every year. A hive or stand of bees is worth $2.50. In it are the queen, the drones and the workers, a total population of from 20,000 to 25,000 bees. “This very good sized colony,” he cqntinued, “resides in a hive or wooden box. In the hive are a dozen frames 18 by 7 inches. In these the bees make or deposit the honey, a foundation of wax having been first placed in each frame by the beekeeper, so that the bees may have something to build upon. The honey is taken out of the frames every other week during the honey season. While doing so there is little need of protecting the hands. The bees seem to be most inclined to sting one in the face. So, as a precaution, the man who is removing the honey from the hives wears a straw hat, from the brim of which is hung a silk veil, like they have to do up in the Klondike country to ward off the summer mosquitoes. “The queen is an absolute monarch within her dominions. She is the un disputed boss of the job. An ordinary bee lives during the working season on ly 45 days. Young ones are being hatch ed out all the time. A bee goes to work at the tender age of 8 days and hustles like a veteran for 42 day a Then it is just naturally all tired out, I suppose, for it diea The queen lives longer, and when a$ young queen comes into exist ence in the hive she drives the old queen out. Her loyal subjects follow her in her banishment, and that is what makes the swarm. “In southern California the bees make water white honey when the black sage is in blossom. When the white sage is flowering, the honey has an amber tinge. In winter the bees make no hon ey. Seventy-five carloads of the article are shipped out of San Diego county in good years. ” —Denver Republican. GREATEST OF COLONIZERS. Much of the Earth Owes Its Settlement to the Finding of Gold. It has been well said that gold is the greatest of colonizers, and this has prov ed especially true in the last half of the present century. To what lone regions the footsteps of man were attracted in the earliest times by the discovery of gold we may not know, but within the memory of living men great regions of the earth’s surface have owed their set tlement and occupation solely to the finding by search or accident of a few shining payticles in the earth. California was a remote and outlying province of Mexico, inhabited by Indi ans, gathered in missions or scattered abroad, and cattle barons and their de pendents, visited by a few ships each year in search of a freight of hides, when the picking up of a few grains of gold in the banks of a mill race called the geld seekers from the fopr quarters of the c arth and transformed a wilder ness into a populous empire. Australia was a corner of the earth selected on account of its remoteness from their former home as a place of banishment for British criminals when the gleam of gold illuminated it and filled the distant harbors with sails and their shores with cities. South Africa might have remained forever a grassy waste, the home of sav ages contending with the Boers and the British for the possession of illimitable pastures, had not gold called the miner and those who follow him to build Jo hannesburg.—Kansas City Times. The Sea. It is the sea which ennobles every thing. Between the line and the surf there was but the ancient foreshore, covered with prickly tamarisks and mauve colored heath, with yellow sand conspicuous here and there. At the lim it of the foreshore the rugged border line cut clear into a deep and somber blue. It is she—blue as any grape on this cluster which hangs in the cooling breeze. The azure deepens, filling up a good half of the range of sight; the white sail of a fishing smack floats alone, like a hollow shell; the eternal monotone of ocean is borne upon the ear. Draw near and see the leaping sil ver foam. Above this intense blue the sky is trans parently, superbly pale, and the stars are hurrying to light their lamps. There is not a living soul, a plant, nor any sign of the hand of man. There might be nereids and fauns dancing on the strand, as in the days when the world was young.—H. A. Taine in “Journeys Through France. ’’ Caught Napping. "Where did the police catch their Sian?” "Found him asleep on a seat in the park.” “Oh, I see. Then, I presume, they arrested him on a bench warrant ” Philadelphia Bulletin. Nipped In the Bod. Mudge—Which is proper to say— “ Lend me $10,” or “Loan me §10?” Wickwire—lt won’t do you any good to say either. —Indianapolis Journal. No Getting Vast Hh: Bare. Manchester, in Arinins < ouuty, has a colored baseball nine that J.as been beat ing everything in soutbci i Ohio. Not long since they tept word t > West Union, the county seat of that cor. aty, that they wished to arrange for a gan a with the col ored boys at that place. Although West Union had no regularly organized nine, the challenge was accepted. A team was got together and put to practice. The day for the game arrived, and the two teams met on the fair grounds. The West Union boys had several players in their team who had never been in a match game and knew as little about the rules as they did about playing. One of them was Pete Johnson, a tali, rawboned darky, who was assigned to hold down first base. Pete’s hands were as big qs a tarn door, and when he opened them out it looked as if it were impossible for a ball to pass him. The game was called, and the visitors took the bat. The first man up hit an easy little pop up to first base. Pete got under it. It fell plumb'lnto his open hands, but bounced out and rolled to one side. The batter reached his base. Pete picked up the ball, and, stepping up to the base, hit the runner in the back with the hand Containing the ball and almost knocked the breath out of him. He stood bolding the ball, apparently wafting for the runner to vacate the base. Presently he said: “You’seout, niggah.” “Naw, I isn’t out, nutber,” replied the runner. “Mistah niggah, I sez you’seout,” re peated the burly first base man. ■ “Naw, I isn’t out,” protested the.run ner. “I wuz on my base when you touched me.” “An you sez you isn’t out?” “Course I isn’t out, man. You fro’ de ball to de pitcher.” The umpire called out that tho man was safe, but Pete took no heed. He ran his hand down into his pants pockets and drew out an ugly looking razor. Strik ing a menacing attitude, be again directed bls attention to the runner and said: “Mistah niggah, I sez once mb’ you’se out. Now, isn’t you out?” and he opened the blade of the razor. “ Yessir, yessirl” replied the now thor oughly frightened runner. “I’zo out—l’ze out!” and he hurried off the base. That ended the game. The visitors saw clearly that they had no possible show of getting past first base.—Ohio State Jour nal. The Political Secrets of Dr. Uerz. An opinion on the Dr. Cornelius Herz affair has been submitted tome. It is that it has been revived to alarm some illustri ous Italians. King Humbert is to visit Berlin on the morrow of the anniversary of Sedan. Dr. Herz was charged in this decade to negotiate the desertion by Italy of tho triple alliance. About £1,000,060 was to have been spent, £600,000 of which was to go into Italian pockets. If he were now to “reveal” what he knows, ft would be extremely awkward for some upper most personages In Rome and for a few living French statesmen. M. Spuller was favorable to the plan of buying Italy out of the triplice. Ho was such a plain, hon est man and so well satisfied to live like a struggling student that Ido not believe he had personally any reason to be afraid of Dr. Herz opening his mouth, but there were colleagues of hia who trembled. In the present state of Europe Italy might help to make the scale tilt over one way or another. It would be more pleas ant for Russia to hold her by revelation made through Dr. Herz than by heavy subventions. There can be no sort of doubt that Herz was engaged in a mission to Rome by a syndicate of French parlia mentarians that included M. Spuller. If there were not a colossal motive for seeing Aim, a committee of 30 of the chamber of deputies would not have first sent’two members to Bournemouth and then pro posed, because Dr. Herz required it, to gp there en masse. A most eminent diplo mat—l shall not say what power ha repre sented in Rome—when Herz was pulling wires there once said to me that he could only account for different things which came to his knowledge by assuming that Herz bad nearly detached Italy from the triple alliance.—Paris Cor. London Truth. Japanese Newspapers and “ Devils.” The Japanese newspaper, as desori bed in a letter from Tokyo to the New York Post, fa a curious product of the borrowed civi lization of the mikado’s empire. Practically there is in it no telegraphic news, and the editorial articles are ingen ious studies in the art of saying certain things without saying them in away to warrant the censor’s suppression of them, for the minister of state for the Interior has power to suspend any paper when in his opinion it pays anything prejudicial to order, authority or morality. Not infrequently the censor has occasion to write an order for the suppression of a newspaper, and when ho does it he is brief, but wonderfully polite. He puts the honorifles “o” or “go” be fore all the nouns and verbs. Prefixed to a noun “o” means honorable and toa verb it means honorably. Similarly “go” means august, augustly. So the order to the editor of the offending newspaper when it arrives will read like this: “Deign honorably to cease honorably publishing august paper. Honorable edi tor, honorable publisher, honorable chief printer, deign honorably to enter august jail.” The honorable editor with his honorable coworkers bows low before the messenger and then accompanies him to the august jail, chatting meanwhile of the weather, of the flower shows or of the effect of the floods on the rice crop. Centuries of breed ing under Japanese etiquette have made it impossible for any one to show annoyance. True to His Bringing Up. A writer in The Indepenent has discov ered something rare—a donkey boy in Cairo with a sense of the ideal Most boys of his profession are a good natured lot, but few are the vices they cannot teach. Little Hassan, on the contrary, seems to have principles and Is quietly stanch in his adherence to them. Once he refused a cigarette, says the traveler, and in my surprise I almost lost my balance. “What! Not smoke, Hassan?” said I. “I thought all the donkey boys smoked.” “I don’t,” said Hassan, who looked about 11, was short, very brown, very Scantily dressed, quite dirty, had only one eye and trotted behind the donkey with rounded shoulders and head craned for ward. “I don’t. If I did, my family would beat me, and quite right too.” “But who are you and who are your family?” I asked. “Ah!” be said proudly. “We are Su danese. ' In the Sudan we are strict. To '■smoke, to use wine, to drink coffee, not to pray—these are shameful things, and. if a' man dees anything in.pure they hang him to a tree with bis face toward the sun.” POLLY’S DANDER UP? Inflamed at Sight of an OfTenalve Bird a V fait or Wore on Her Hat. A bridal couple who put in several days recently taking in the sights of the capital enjoyed themselves im mensely until the day preceding their departure. It then occurred to the bride that she had not called upon “dear Fanny,” who liad been her chum dur ing her days at the seminary. Now, Fanny was still enjoying single blessed ness, and this may have had something to do with the anxiety of the bride to call upon her maiden chum. George de murred feebly, but at last consented to pay a formal call. The bride dressed herself in a fetching gown and placed upon her saucy head a Parisian dream in the way of a hat The hat wus one of those indescribable creations of the milliner’s art, a mkss of flowers with a bird or two partially concealed in the foliage, so to speak. The pair went gayly forth and in a hotel coupe were soon at the door of Fanny’s residence. Their cards were taken and they were ushered into the drawing room. While awaiting the coming of her friend the bride’s atten tion was attracted to a large cage con taining a splendid parrot She chirruped cooingly to the imprisoned bird and wished she might take him out of his , cage and caress him. George remarked that he looked tame enough and sug gested the opening of the door of the cage. Suiting action, to the word, he opened the door and the released bird calmly walked forth and strutted about, blinking his beady eyes know ingly. The bride, with usual calls of “Poll, pretty Poll I” coaxed the bird to ward her, and poll proceeded to climb up the rounds of the chair upon which the lady was sitting and perched herself upon the arm of the chair. The parrot uttered guttural cries of “Polly, Polly,” this word seemingly comprising her en tire vocabulary. The bird accepted the caresses, and apparently all was serene, but without an instant’s warning she uttered a scream of rage and flew at the lady’s headgear, alighting fairly thereon, and then for a few minutes the air was fill ed with flying feathers and bits of flow ers, while the atmosphere was fractured by screams from the bride and discord ant cries from the parrot. George at tempted to come-to the rescue and had his face badly scratched for his pains. The lady finally shook the bird loose from the flower garden she was wear ing upon her hat and made one wild dash for the front door, followed close ly by the bridegroom. Once on tne pave ment, they became somewhat composed and determined to return to their hotel to repair damages. They did not tarry long enough to see “dear Fanny. ” The sudden wrath of the bird was evidently caused, George thought upon reflection during calmer moments, by the fact that amid the flowers in his wife’s hat there nestled a stuffed Caro line parrakeet, which the parrot took to be a real live rival and proceeded forthwith to demolish. The bride is now a thorough convert to the teach ings of tho Audubon society.—Wash ington Post. Heirs Afraid of a Bomb. Byway of illustrating the nervous ness which the recent explosions have revived here, a queer adventure which has just befallen the heirs of a house owner may be mentioned. They had met at the dwelling of their departed uncle for the purpose of drawing up an inventory of his effects in company with a lawyer and had nearly completed their task when one of them pulled out of a cupboard a metal box, which was laid on the table and which the man of business was about to open, when one of his nieces cried out in horror: “Don’t touch it! Look, that is a fuse.” Sure enough, there was a little something popping out of the cover. “It is -a bomb!” exclaimed the panic stricken heirs in chorus, and then they proceed ed to remark that their deceased rela tive had been a moody, silent and re served sort of individual, and thence they inferred that he might possibly have been an anarchist. Two of the nephews had had pnt on their hats and were on the point of rushing off to the office of the nearest police commissary, when the lawyer, who had been quietly inspecting the box, calmly suggested that it might simply contain some pre served fruit This theory somewhat re assured the men, but the ladies would have their way. The commissary was sent for, and the mysterious box was soon on its way to the municipal labora tory; It was found to contain a pine apple, the stalk of which had been mis taken for a fuse. So the good old uncle, who had been bo ungratefully maligned, had not been an anarchist after all.—• Paris Cor. London Telegraph. Early American Bishops. Before the war for American inde pendence tho American Episcopalians, who were connected with the English church, were never suffered to have a bishop among them, but remained un der the jurisdiction of the bishop of London. The confirmation was unknown, and every candidate for or dination was obliged to travel to Eng land. Out of 52 candidates who came from America for ordination in 1767 10 died on the voyage. At length, after the United States had been declared in dependent, Dr. Seabury was ordained bishop of Connecticut by the primus and bishops of Scotland, the prelates of the English church having refused to consecrate him.—Landon News. A whistling moth is an Australian rarity. There is a glassy space on the wings crossed with ribs. When the moth wants to whistle, it strikes these ribs with its antennae, which have a knob at the end. 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