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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 VOL. I. NO. U 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.