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She iUontoomcri) iHonilor.
I). C. SUTTON, Editor and Pivp’r.
A Roy's Conclusion.
If I had a conch and horses eight,
I would choose to rule on the farm-yard
gate;
Tlio idjr, red gate, with its five strong oars,
r The tippiest-topmost up to the stars.
1 v.-injrg so slowly against the grass
\v lien into the meadow the cattle pass,
1 hold on tight, though i'm not afraid,
When Jerry, the cleverest fellow made,
Tugs it Blowly back, with * Come,
This is the way they go to Rome.”
Vet had I a coach and horses eight,
I'd he too grand for a farm-yard gate.
I should wear new jackets the whole year
round,
And never go barefoot. Why, I’ll be bound
The President hasn’t much better fun
Than a boy when his mother says, “You may
run!”
I sit astride of the farm-yard gate
Ami make believe I am something great;
That I own the wood lot. the river, the mill.
The house Squire Elder built on the hill;
That pair ol ponies Miss Elder tries.
And all the tally Eliascbuys;
Or I’ve just conic back from an Indian war
(That’s why the Hag’s on the school house
for).
It’s going to be Fourth of July n week!
The rusty old cannon will have to speak.
If I had a coach and horses eight,
I’d like to drive it through such a gate.
Stupid old fellows might sit inside.
The coachman has the best of the ride.
Oh, the way I'd manage the reins and whip—
‘ Steady there! even!” not a slip.
Wouldn’t Harry and Walter stare?
Captain ISuncomc would twitch his hair,
“lie takes the road as I took the sea;
Really, the youngster is beating me!”
“Whew! got a tumble? You’re rather small
To balance yourself? or the gate’s too tall?
Which is it, sonny?” He rubs bis head;
Grass isn’t quite ns soft as a he 1;
“S’posed I was crying? Now, Jerry Lane,
Wait ti.l you hear a fellow complain!
1 was thinking—Avcll, thoughts get jumbled
so—
If I had a conch and horses, you know,
Always harnessed to take a ride,
1 wouldn’t mind sitting sometimes inside!”
—Charlotte Mcllen Packard.
UNDER DIFFICULTIES.
“Do you really mean it, darling?”
“Os course 1 do, Frank. Do you
think I would joke about such a sub
ject?” replied pretty Grace Ramsey to
her affianced husband, as she nestled
her sunny little head on liis broad
shoulders one bright March evening,as
the dying sun glinted through the cosy
drawing-room, casting a golden glory
upon the pictures, carpet, and crimson
curtains, as if trying to outvie the
cheerful fire that blazed in the highly
polished grate,
“I could not refuse you anything,my
sweet Grace,” he said tenderly, as ho
pressed her dewy lips; “but I would
much rather you had asked me any
thing in the world than this.”
“Why, Frank?” she returned, look
ing up into his handsome faco with ono
of Tier bewitching smiles, that always
finished 11 y argument in her favor.
“Wen, you sac, to spend one's hon
eymoon in a now house, and at this
treacherous time cf year, might not bo
so comfortable, my pot, as a well-ap
pointed hotel in the South of France or
Italy,” he urged deprr.'atingly, feeling
the ground slipping fast away from
him with her bright cyesi looking shyly
into his, her sweet faco in close prox
imity to his moustache.
“But it is my great wish; and I will
obey you in everything after wo aro
married, you know, 'so a dutiful littlo
wife,” she said playfully,
“What put this notion in your littlo
head?"
“Grandmamma; and you must agreo
that she is clever. Now you sit down
here, and I will take my old place on
this stool,” as she cnsconod herself at
his feet coaxingly.
“So grandma has put this notion in
to your mind?"
“Yes; she said that when she was
married grandpa took her straight
from the church to their now home, and
they were as happy as birds.”
“But wliat lime of year might that
happy event have taken place?” ho
asked mischievously.
“July, 1 believe,” Grace said de
murely. “What matters the time?
Surely it could make no difference.”
“That is just what does. March and
July, little sweetheart, are very differ
ent in our changeable climate; bes.ues,
I fancy a little bird whispered to mo
that their home was a line old mansion
that had welcomed several brides,
whereas ours is a newiy-bubt uivntern
villa, that should bo well-aired before
wo take possession.”
“So it is,” she persisted. “Jane and
grandma were there all last week, and
the fires are blazing beautifully from
morning till night. Come, say ‘yes’;”
and her soft white arms were round his
neck, and a pair of templing lips placed
dangerously nea* to his; aud Grace, as
usual, gained her point, out she had to
pay her lover the penalty of a score of
kisses.
“This is delightful,darling husband,”
whispered Grace, a3 they drove to their
new home at Ciapham, after tiie wed
ding-breakfast. “I shall be such a
happy little wifey—commencing life in
our own dear home; it must be better
than those big, cold-looking hotels,
with staring waiters and pert chamber
maids.”
“So long as my sweet wife is happy,
I am content,” lie said tenderly; “but
there is a nasty east wind to-day;” this
ns he folded her furs around her with a
lover’s anxious care. “I hope every
thing is ready for us.”
“Ob, you need not be uneasy; I feel
sure Jane will attend to everything; she
i 3 a perfect paragon.”
“Here we arc at last! Welcome, dar
ling wife, to your home!” he said as he
led her ur> the 11 i_'ht of steps where old
Jane stood with two maid-servants to
receive tiieir young mistre-.s.
“I wonder why Jme looks so anx
ious,” thought Grace; “I hope every
thing is ail right. Oh dear! wiiat should
I do if there was anything gone wrong?
Frank would never cease teasing me.
Where are the stair-carpets, Jane?” she
whispered, when they were in tho draw
ing-room. “I thought everything was
straight.”
“So it was, but the dratted cistern
took to leaking this morning, and be
mg riasici-uoiu no tuna cau u© »vn
love or money. 1 never saw such a
gingerbread house as this in all my
born days!” sue said gloomily.
“Can’t you manage to put them
down, so that Frank won’t notice it?”
the poor little bride 1 y red.
“Put them down to e spoilt! Why,
they are already wet through in some j
places; but here comes tiie master,” as
she bustled out of the room.
“This certainly looks cosy and homo- i
like," said Frank Wharton as he clasp
ed his bride in a loving embrace, and j
seated her in an easy-chair by tho fire; I
“but what is the matter with that wall?
Why, 1 believe it’s damp, tho paper is
perfectly wot and peeling off. 1 must
see the fellow who papered it; such a
room cannot be fit for my littlo wifey.”
“Oh, that is nothing, Frank; it is of
ten like that in new houses, I believe,”
she said timidly.
“I must insist that you don’t stay
another moment,” ringing the bell
sharply for Jane. “Why did you per
mit your mistress to come in this damp
vault?” he said testily; “it’s enough to
kill a dog.”
“I am sure, sir, it was no fault o*
mine,” said poor Jane; “they say that
tho paper in now houses often sweats—
at least, that’s what the man styled
it.”
“Is there no other room fit to receive
us?” ho asked; “surely the dining-room
would bo better?”
“Well, you sec, sir, the stove is what
they call slow eobustion.”
“Slow what?”- he said, laughing in
spite of himsolf.
“I don’t know exactly how to pro
nounce tho name, but it’s a sorry thing
at the best, and won’t act nohow, try as
you will.
“It’s a beautiful grate, Frank,” in
terposed Grace; “it’s one of tho mod
ern ones, aud is called" slow combus
tion.”
"It’s dratted slow!” grumbled Jane.
“I’ve spent three-quarters of an hour
over it and can’t get a fire to burn, so
it’s slow enough in all conscience.”
“IJgver mind, Jane; I’m beautifully
warm and comfortable—indeed 1 am,
dear Frank.”
“Well, I suppose wo must make tho
best of it now,” he said, trying to ap
pear cheerful.
“I know what I’ll do,” murmured
Grace: “music always suits Frank; I’ll
play and sing some of his favorites.”
In a few minutes tho littlo cloud was
blown over, and tho pair wero happy
as turtle-doves, as Grace sang song af
ter song to Frank’s intense delight.
"What on earth aro they doing in tho
kitchen 9” siio thought; “I must go
mid see. I fed sure thoy will break
the grato to pieces in a minute. Oh
dear, oh dear! I wish I had taken dear
Frank’s advice. What are you all do
ing, and whore is tho dinner?” said
Grace. “It is nearing the time.”
“Dinner, indeed! If you got supper
it will be a wonder to me,” gasped
Jane, as, armed with an immense tluc
brush, she and her assistants were
making frantic raids upon the kitchen
er, while the smoko poif-sd out in vol- i
umes, nearly choking poor Grace, who j
stood the image of despair, gazing at
tho fowls, fish, and joints, that lay
strewn about, getting peppered with
blacks.
“What’s to bo done, Jane?” she
stammered, as sho covered her golden
head to evade tho shower of soot, and
caught up her satin robes nervously;
“it is past six o’clock, and Frank was
just saying lie felt rather hungry. Can
nothing be done? Couldn’t you get
some hotel to send in a dinner?”
“Where’s tho hotel in this outland
ish hole?” snorted June, as sho thrust j
tho broom savagely up into tiie offend
ing draughts; “I can only assure you
that no dinner can be cooked to-day in
this gingerbread affair.”
Seeing no hope from the faces of any
of tho seared servants, Grace returned
to her husband, and in her pretty coax
ing manlier, broke tho unhappy tidings
to him, and in less than ten minutes a
telegram was dispatched to the Gros
venor Hotel, and a recherche little din
ner ordered.
“So that little difficulty is over, my
darling,” ho said, as they drove to
Pimlico; “but don’t you think it might
have been better if you had listened to
my advice and spent our honeymoon
at one of those big cold hotels?” this
with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“As you are mighty, be merciful,” i
she said, laughing merrily. “I had no |
idea that tho stove wouldn’t cook, or
“That the drawing-room was damp,” j
be added; “or "
“Fie! is that being merciful, sir,” sho j
pouted.
But further domestic argument was
broken by a waiter opening the broug
ham-door, and Frank assisting her out !
into the comfortable hotel.
“Thank Heaven we are in a civilized
place at last!” murmured tho new Ben
edict fervently, as they seated them- j
selves at an elegantly arranged dinner
table, laden with flowers, bright silver,
and sparkling glass; “this is comfort,
at any rate.”
They both enjoyed their dinner and
pledged eacli other in rare wine, and
said and did any amount of silly
things, doubtless as thousands ol
brides and bridegrooms have done be
fore; and, if truth must lie confessed,
Grace was sadly loth to return to her
villa at Ciapham; but sho was a true
daughter of Eve, and determined to
keep her own counsel from her lord
and master.
“Here’s a pretty go, Miss Grace—l
beg your pardon, I mean Mrs. Whar
ton,” said .Jane as the pretty bride en
tered the breakfast-room next morning,
looking as fresh and sweet as a blush
rose in her azure-blue morning-robe,
with its clouds of lace around her fair
neck and arms.
“Whv. Jane, what is the matter
MT. V ERNOX. MONTHOM KEY, (X)., (1A„ THURSDAY, OCTOBER A 18S6.
nun t »uu »uru miA.oi.sly; “surely you
can iiiaiia;ro to get us some breakfast of
some kind?”
••That’s right enough so far,” groau
cdJane; “but there’s uo water for tho
master’s bath, it’s leaked out somehow
through some dratted pipe and soaked
your wedding-dress, and tho cako that
your poor dear grandma sent homo last
night while you were out at dinner. 1
went and unpacked it at once, thinking
the dress would bo better laid loosely
like than crumpled up, and there’s tho
splendid cako and satin dress all. of a
pulp; tlio flowers, too, all soppy and
spoilt.”
This was the proverbial last straw,
and proved too much" for poor Grace,
who threw herself on the couch, and
covering her sweet face, burst into a fit
of tears, exclaiming:
“Never will 1 try to got my own way
again! What will dear Frank say? Oh,
oh! ho will never forgive mo —I know
ho won’t.”
In another moment sho felt a strong
pair of arms lift her from tho couch,
and a tender voieo whispering in lief
oar:
“You are right, my darling wifey; I
will not forgive you unless you dry
those eyes and have your breakfast,
and then obey your lord, and order
your things to be packed up immedi
ately for the Continent, whither I mean
to take you.” *
“But what is to ho done, Frank, about
tho cako? And oh, my pretty dress is
spoilt, that I was to have worn at Lady
Steedmau’s reception!”
“Another cako can be ordered; also
a dress, quite as pivii ns your wed
ding one; hut a smiling happy wife is
not to bo purchased,” lie replied, kiss
ing away tho pearly but penitent tears.
“Aro you happy, darling?” her hus
band whispered, as tho train neared
Paris.
“Yes, Frank," she replied earnestly,
“truly and peacefully so, because I
have learnt a lesson—to listen and re
spect my husband’s wishes.”
“And I am the happiest man in tlio
universe for eg commenced our
honeymoon under difficulties, and have
won tlio sweetest of wives.”
A (splendid Estate,
Tlio acreage of the “Locusts,” or tho
estate of William B. Dinsinoro, at
Staatsburg, on tho Hudson, familiarly
known as “Dinsmoro’s,” pine s .the
villa among those Ilia mark America
in picturesque and really grand horti
culture. Two thousand acres, embody
ing everything that wins tlio heart of
those who love and can appreciate
country scenes, aro laid out with rare
taste. The pleasure grounds aro am
ple, and, beyond these, aro Unconfinod
bright meadows and vistas of the Hud
son reaching for many miles north and
south. At “Dinsmore’s” tho most ele
gant effects in gardening aro found,
besides tho wealth of beauty provided
by a great tract of land where the
.•'wool freshness of country is maintain
ed at its best. Tho ground is rolling,
and at every turn or dimple in tiie two
miles of drive there is a surprise,
either in the loveliness of tlio land or
the magnificent scene of tho water.
Seventy acres in lawn and grounds
kept in a high condition of improve
ment surround the residence. There
aro six locust trees of great size and
beauty, 200 years old and ninety feet
high which cast their dark and fanci
ful shadows on tlio wide stretch of lawn
fronting the homestead. Viewing this
display of carefully kept turf the be
holder is apt to wonder which is tlio
fairest—tho great green sward before
him, or tiie broad river at the rear with
its grandeur of views. The Slutwan
gunks and Catskills seem drawn near,
and at their feet is tho wide, blue riv
er.
There are at least two hundred vases
filled with specimen plants standing in
the circle that surrounds Mr. Dins
inore’s residence. At tho entrance to
the tiled piazza are high vases filled
with beautiful bloom and dripping with
vines. Crotons of kaleidoscope colors
bank the balcony on every side, and
honeysuckle, shooting sprays of its
softly-scented flowers, and clematis,
showy with wide blue stars, wreathe
the southern exposure of tho piazza.—
New York Evening I'ost.
A Bewitched Wedding flrens.
A very singular case has come out
recently in regard to a young girl who
was engaged to be married. She was
poor and iier intended husband bought
her a wedding dress at an expense of
SSO. Before the wedding day tho in
tended bridegroom was taken sick and
died. The bride-elect mourned bis
loss, and finally imagined that ho was
present about her, and that she would
still be married to him. She told her
parents how she felt, and they told her
that she must get rid of tho wedding
dress. She sold it for $lO to an ac
quaintance and hood recovered her
spirits. The girl who bought tho dress
after she got it imagined that sho
would lead a bad life, and sho was so
affected that she was out of her head,
and her parents sent tho dross back,
when she recovered. No. 1 was soon
affected as before, and so much so that
she sent tho dress back to No. 2 again,
and then she recovered. No. 2 was
again affected, and an attempt was
made to return the dress again to No.
1, but her family declined to receive iu
A police officer was sent to take the
dress back, after consultation with
counsel, but neither party would re
ceive it, and now tho friends of the of
ficer are looking to see him go off bis
base on account of the dress. It would
seem as though tho old Salem witches
possessed the dress, and it is barely
possible that the garment might bo
burned. —Boston Globe.
"SUB DEO FACIO FORTITER.”
H ori n a Dollar.
Journeying once from Now York to
Boston in the cars, Daniel Webster oc
cupied a seat with a gentleman, who
relates the story, to whom ho said not
n word until the train vnis approaching
New Haven. Turning to him then,
in liis profomulest voice lie asked:
“Can von tell me, sir, of any place in
New Haven where 1 can gel a glass of
tirst-rato bramlv? 1 am not feeling
well.”
His companion did happen to know a
little house opposite the station, fam
ous in those days to the initiated,
whore the unadulterated could bo ob
tained, and it being without a sign, ho
told his inquirer how to find it- to en
ter tho door and go up-stairs to tlio
little front room, and ask for a glass
of the best brandy. "And, stay! toll
the mau to give it to you out of tho
black bottle under the counter.”
There was not much time to lose,
but Webster found the place, aud,
mounting to the little room, astonished
tho keeper by tlio magnificent depth of
tone and air of authority with which
lie asked for a glass of brandy, and
that, too, without delay. “And, slop,
sir,” said tho statesman, slowly rais
ing liis hand and pointing with liis ol
oquont linger, “I want it from tliat
black botlle under tlio counter."
Thu awed keeper obeyed. The groat
man poured out a nearly-fuli tumbler,
poured it down with expanding satis
faction, threw a bill on tho counter,
nnd turned to descend.
“Stop, sir!” cried tlio man; “your
change."
Webster turnod with portentious sol
emnity, and in tho tono that so often
thrilled tho Senate, exclaimed, "No,
sir. A man who gives a glass of bran
dy like that to a thirsty trnvolor should
never give change for a dollar.”
When tho astonished barkeeper re
lated tho iucidont, he loarned who his
imposing customer was. — Harper's
Magazine.
Ilowlo Make Burnt. Cork.
The popular impression about tlio
application of burnt, cork by minstrel
performers is that it is rubbed on tho
faco nnd hands of the performers from
a cork whoso end is charred in a con
venient gas jet. This is incorrect. To
supply the burnt cork used by minstrel
performers of this city occupies the en
tire I.mo and earnest attention of one
interesting diameter. A littlo man
who '0 place of business is on the curb
ston ',.ii the north side of Fine street
exj. Im od to a reporter the process of
making it.
“I lirtst gather my corks. I get. then;
from the big bottling houses, who buy
lots of bottles many of I hem with corks
that could’nt keep the air out of wine
or beer.
“When I get ready to hum I put tho
corks into those three wash hollers you
see there with holes punched in their
sides and bottom, sprinkle- alcohol
over them, and set them afire. Then
I fill ono of those muslin sacks with
the charred cork, nnd knead the sack in
this barrel of water. That forces the
powdered charcoal through the sack
into the water.
“When 1 have worked all my charred
cork through this stick into the water,
1 drain the water through a close can
vas sack you see on that frame there,
and what remains in tho canvas sack
is ready for the artists. I put it up in
one pound tins, and they use it out of
them. When a performer is ready to
‘black up,’ us they call it, he takes a
little of this black paste iu liis ha mis
and washes liis face, neck, and hands
in it, nnd he is blacked as you see him
on the stage.” Han Francisco Call.
Mure to Please,
A genuine son of Erin u filed the oth-
Oi day at the shop of Mr. R——, who
is a hoarse maker, “(.’ml I see Mr.
Murohy’s hoarse,” he •■ild, "the wan
coin to C.intern? Mr. It
rop.ieu that ho could, ami led the way
through tlio wnreroom. Fat looked
around him; his eyes glistened.
“Is it wan o’ those?” ho inquired.
“Better looking one than that," was
the reply.
Pat began to grin, and liis delight in
creased when ho saw the completed
vehicle with its Immaculate varnish and
silver fringes.
“Sure, it’s an illigant thing. Sure,
•n’ Murphy’s tho man for stoyle,” said
he. He walked around it, hands in his
pockets, head on ono side, and finally
hurst out with, “Sure, there’ll be sui
cides in Clinton!” — Editor's Drawer in
September Harper's.
Worked Inn Way.
A stout farmer, the other day, rip -
plied to a conductor of a freight train
for passage from Bald Knob to New
port.
“1 ain’t got much money,” said he.
"but I’ii give you a dollar to take me
down. 1 never rid on ono o’ tiieso
tilings an’ I am right anxious ter soo
how she goes.”
The conductor agreed, the old fellow
climbed into tho caboose, and when the
train started with a jerk, he seized tho
stove and held it with a determination
born of extreme fear. The road was
rough, and it was about as much as an
experienced railroader could do to keep
bis seat. 'The old fellow did not release
the stove until the train stopped. He
was dripping wet with perspiration, and
seemed to be greatly fatigued.
“Here,” said the conductor, “pay
your faro before you get off?”
“Podner, I don’t owe you nothin’. 1
have worked my way, an’ I am as tired
is if J had split four hundred rails.
Sorry to disappint ycr, but it is ergin
rny principles ter pay or man for tho
chanco to work.”— -Arkansavi Travel
ler.
GLEANINGS.
Texas has 1,000,000 head of cattle
belonging to non-residents.
The population of London is shel
tered by 500,000 dwellings.
In no language can "Home, Sweet
Homo,” bo sung as sweetly as in tlio
English.
Codrae tlio Saxon, tho famous hoar
hound, is the largest dog in the world.
He weighs more than 200 pounds.
A bridge built by the Spaniards in
Lima in IGlit (seven years bofo the
settlement of New England), is yet, in
•good condition and in daily use. It lias
live arches and is of very massive con
struction.
Tlio New Orleans mineral exhibit in
cludes all building stones found in the
United States, Exhibited in four-inch
cubes, a natural fracture on one face,
a hammered surface on another, and a
polished surface on a third.
There aro 182 genuine collectors and
dealers in autographs in tlio United
States who prey upon the long-suffer
ing statesman, actor, soldier, o>‘ man
of letters, exclusive of the thousands
of youth in training as album fiends.
The ruins of Fort Sumter are now
but one story high, and there aro but
half a dozen guns, not one of which is
lit for use. The government pays S2OO
per month for watchmen, who koop
I.glits burning for tlio guidance of mar
iners.
The smallest human being living is
possibly a dwarf residing in Shigakon,
Osaka. He is 86 years old and only
seventeen inches high. He is reported
to have received a good education, and
can write remarkably well.- Han Fran
cisco Alta.
A prosperous merchant of Monroe
ville, Ala., served four years and six
months in the Confederate ai my, was
in sixty-two battles, was wounded live
times, onco shot through the lungs,
had his left leg taken oil' by n cannon
shot, and yet lives, a healthy, gonial
gentlemen.
Kansas editors excel in the selection
of eccentric names for their papers.
Tho Prairie Dog, the Astonisher, and
the Paralyzer are already in existence,
and now a paper is to be started in
Thomas County which will be called
the Thomas Cat.
Horses hnvingoxtra toes on the inner
side of the fore foot are occasionally
met with in South America, according
to Dr. ihrong, who suggests that they
may be the remnant of nil old native
race of horses which escaped the notico
of tho early settlers.
The foundry of Gail, in Franco, is to
tiini out in time for the exhibition at
Antwerp a monster cannon, forty-two
feet long, and capable of sending a
bomb of 1,71)0 pounds a distance of
about nine miles. 'The price of tho
cannon will be SIOO,OOO.
“Why should a rod cow give white
milk?” was tlio subject for discussion
iu an Arkansas literary society. After
an hour's earnest debate the secretary
was instructed to milk the cow and
bring in a decision according to tlio
merits of tiie milk. It was blue.
The present reigning dynasty of
Japan dales back 2,546 years, nnd is
considered the oldest in the world.
Tlio records of Japan aro accurately
preserved for that time. All the na
tions now called civilized without ex
ception, had their beginning since then.
There are hut few instances recorded
of death from falling meteoric stones.
It is stated that loss of life from a largo
fall in Africa; that about the year 1020
many persons and animals were killed;
that 1511, about 5 o’clock one evening,
a priest was struck.and killed, and that
still later, in 1050, a monk was killed.
The difference between an imitation
and a genuine amethyst can be easily
distinguished. ,1 nst put them on your
tongue alternately, and you will find
that the spurious feels warm and the
genuine icy to the touch, The sfono
which has had the greatest run of Into
is tiger-eye, which lias a peculiar, dull
lire. It is only u piece of petrified
wood, turned, smoothed aud polished.
A farmer loaned Ids dog to a man to
whom he had sold a flock of sheep to drive
them home, a distance of thirty miles.
'The drover found the dog so useful
that, instead of sending him home, ho
locked him up. The dog escaped, and
concluding the drover had no more
right to keep the sheep than to lock
him up, he collected all that had be
longed to his master and drove them
homo again.
'They say that as a matter of fact it
matters little whether or not an opera
is sung in German, French, Italian or
English, the seat-holder can not under
stand a word of it iu either language,
when given iu a solo, duo, trio, quar
tette or chorus, but, so far as melody
and harmony of sound are concerned,
the Italian opera goes to the frontal
ways; the rest are far behind.—Mem
phis A vatanche.
It is related of a sailor who, having
met witli an accident which deprived
him of a molar, applied to a surgeon
some seventeen hours afterward to
have the tooth replaced. It appears
that no cases were on record of a tooth
retaining its vitality for more than four
hours after separation from the jaw.
but the surgeon succeeded in the oper
tion through liis wise precaution o!
soaking tho tooth in water.
The lru si ties of tho Lick estate in
California have nearly completed their
labors. The chief task remaining i*
the expenditure of $60,000 for a bronze
monument of Francis Scott Key, autlioi
of “I ho Star-Spangled Banner,” to be
erected iu Golden Gate Fark. VV. VV.
Story, the distinguished American
sculptor, has been invited to submit
desiirna. Designs and orooosals are
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expected fromTiirn in a few months.
Tlio old homestead whore Whittier
was horn, in 1807, is still standing; and
nil-hough built more than 200years ago,
it is in good condition. Liltlo boxc
and paper weights aro made from the
hoards of the garret lloor, and the
twigs of the overshadowing elm are
varnished and sold for pen-holders:
hut the whole house would have to go ;o
the lathe to meet the demand, if i f were
answered generally, for it is the old
farm house celebrated by “Snow
Hound.”
()no of the Deadwood miners, skep
tical as to the ability and honesty of
the assayers in that camp, roc-ntl*
played on those gentlemen thu .Id
trick, with tho usual results, lie pul
verized an old jug, mixed it with graph
ite, and took it to a Deadwood assiyer.
Another part he gavo to a Load <-it v
assuror. Tlio Deadwood scientist re
ported S3O of silver pur ton as tho re
sult of his assay, and tho Lead City ex
pert gave $3 per ton in gold at d no
silver as the result of his investigation.
Our Dumb Animals says a dog bo
longing to tho Salem Lead Company
broke a pane of glass in his kennel and
wont at once to tho kitchen, and by
“dog signs” tried to point out the mis
chief. Then ho undertook tho job him
self. Picking from tlio ground with
his tooth the piece of glass which had
fallen out, lie made soveral attempts ti
put it in place, but, having no expeii
cncoas a glazier, ho gavo up trvhig, anJ
calmly awaited tho return of his mas
ter. Tho damage was then repaired,
and Hero was happy.
Tlio following explanation is give;,
of tho origin and meaning of the phrase
“Davy Jones’ Looker,” used by sea
men: Sailors call tho sea “Davy -ones
Looker” because tlio dead aro throw J
there. Davy is a corruption of “dully,'
by which name ghosts or spirits are
known among the West Indian ne
groes, and Jones is a corruption of tho
name of tho Prophet Jonah, who was
thrown into tho sea. Locker, in sea
men’s parlance, means any roeeptaelo
for private stores. So that when r
Bailor says, “lie’s gone to Davy Jones
Locker," ho means “Ho is gone to tho
place of safe-keeping where dully Jonah
was sent to.” Smollett toils us, in “Per
egrine Pieklo," that, according to tho
mythology of sailors, tho sclf-samo
Davy Jones is a fiend that prosidosover
all tho evil spirits of tho sea, and is seen
in various shapes, warning tho devoted
wretch of death or woe.
Ilency Clay's Medal.
Henry Clay, when presented in Febru
ary, IH.V2, with a large and elegnnlly
ox'oellled medal, by some of bis New
York friends, received it by reading a
written address, and tlieg, in a conver
sational manner, expressed a favorable
opinion of the head, as giving his fea
tures with great truthfulness, hilt play
fully remarked that he did not know
before that his nose was so prominent;
and then added in allusion to the great
intrinsic value of the medal from its
material: “Who can tell hut Idly or a
hundred years hence, some Colli may
get hold of Ibis and say the nose of this
old dead fellow will buy- me a great
many things that I want, and may car
ry it*oil? However, it is a capital like
ness, I think. The artists,” said Mr.
Clay, “have not generally succeeded
well in taking my features, hut that has
been ill a griqit. measure my own fault ;
for my face never retains long the same
expression, iunl, especially when 1 am
under any excitement, il changes every
moment. John Itandolph oneo paid mo
a high compliment, not intentionally,
for lie seldom complimented anv man;
but, without intending it, he paid mo
what I e.deem one of the highe-t. com
pliments J ever received. He said that
whenever a debate is coming on, il l
can get, a sight, of Mr. Clay’s lace I call
tell which side he is going to lake.”
Strange to say, the medal was soon af
terward stolen between New York and
Washington from a lady to who.-c earn
it had been entrusted, anil the original
donors iuld a fae-simih made, at con
siderable expeusu Ih n: l'i rtcij Duo re.
Points About Sealskins.
Fine close pile and soft, pliable pelts
are. the first consideration in choosing
a first-rate sealskin, and, as several
are required to make a mantle or cloak,
or jacket of any considerable size, it
is important that there should bo uni
formity of quality, hue and luster.
Latterly the very dark colors have been
most fashionable; but at tho present
there appears to he a tendency toward
the red or Vandyke brown. Only the
he -1 skins, however, will lake the rich,
dark colors. Many skins are poor, and
the fur is thin, in consequence of tho
animals having been killed in the Hum
mer season. This defect is easily seen
by imitating the method of the trapper
holding the skin upside down and
blowing gently, in order to see whether
the fur is close and fine a plan which
applies to most other furs beside seal.
The price of seals this season are like
ly to vary so considerably, according
to quality, that quotations alone aro of
little significance.
The wearing qualities of all furs de
pend largely on tlio care which is taken
of them, and wearing them a few days
in warm weather injures them moro
than months’ use in cold weather. If
a -ealskin becomes wet from being
caught in snow or rain, shake tlio water
oil and wipe with a soft, dry and per
fectly clean cloth the way of the fur
which should run upward. Then hang
the garment up to dry, brush carefully,
and no harm will result. If tho fur
should mat from nogleet when wet,
lake it to a furrier, who will probably
fiml no dilliculty in restoring it to its
original beauty and gloss. --Bosto)
lkralil.