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■mmbmi the mercury. KaMted m Moond-olaa matter «t the San. deterille Pnstoffleo, April 27, 1880. THE MERCURY. THE MERCURY. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. BMdersTllle, Waahlagton Conty, Ha. FT7BU8HBD BT JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietor DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. *1.50 PER ANNUM. Boheoriptien. ■91.60 per Tear. YOL. I. SANDERSVILLE, GA., SEPTEMBER 28, 1880. NO. 26. NOTICE. py- AU iioiniiinhialinnn intended for thi. paper moat be aoeompanied with the lull name oi the writer, not nee—arily for publi cation, but ss a guarantee of good faith. We are in no way responsible for the views er opinione of correspondents. 6. W. H. WHITAKER, DENTIST, Sandersville, Ga. Terms Cash. Offloe at hi. reeidenoe on Harris Street. April 3, 1880. B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, April 3, 1880. Sandersville, Ga. DR. WM. RAWLINGS, Physician & Surgeon, SnndorsTilto, Ga. Offloe at Sandorsvillo Hotel. . April 10, 1880. E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, Special claims. Sandersville, Ga. attention given to collection ol •Offloe in the Court-House. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Sandersville, Ga. Prompt attention given to all business. Offlco in northwest room of Court-House. May 4, 1880. A Vengeance. From savnge pass and rugged shore The noise ol angry hosts had flo l, The bitter battlo raged no more Where flory bolts hnd wrought their soars, And whore the dying and the dead In many a woeiul heap were flung, While night sbovo the vEgean hung Its melanoholy maze of stars. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, Sandersville, Ga. Will practice in the State and United States Courts. Offloe in Court-Honse. H. N. H0LLIFIELD, Physician & Surgeon, Sandarsville, Ga. Offloe next door to Mrs. Bayne’s millinery •tore on Hartii Street. DR. J. B. ROBERTS, Physician & Surgeon, Sandersville, Ga. May be ooaeolted at hie offloe on Haynes street, in the Meeonio Lodge building, from 9 amto 1 p m, and irom 3 U) (pm: daring other hoars at has residence, on Church street, when not prottaaionally engaged. April 3 1880. Watches, Clocks AND JEWELRY One boyish Greek, ol princely lino, lAy Bplnslicd with blood and wounded soro; Ills wan lace ill its anguish boro The dalica'e symmetry divlno Carved by the old Bculptors of ills land; A broken blado was in his hand, Hall slipping from the loiceloss hold That onoe had swnyod it long and well; And round his form in taltors fell The velvet raiment flowerod with gold. But while Iho calm night lator grow He heard the stoalthy, rustling Bound Ol one trailed on laggard kuoos A shattered shape along tho ground; And soon with sharp surprise ho knew That in tho onoircling gloom prolonnd A florco Turk orawlod by Blow degroos To where in holploss pain he lay. Thon, too, ho witnossod with dismay Thnt from tho prone Turk’s ranoorous oyo Flashed the harbario lurid trace Ol hate’s indomitable hell— Sncli hnto ns doath alone could quell, As death alone could satisfy. Closor tho loitering flguro drew, With naked bosom red with light, With ruthlessjflngors clutching tight A dagger stained with murderous huo, Till now, in ono groat luroh, ho threw His whole Irnmo forward, aiming quick A deadly, inexorable blow, Hint, weakly tailoring, missed its mark And loft tiie assassin breathing thiok, Leveled by nerveless overthrow, There near tho Crock chief, in the dnik. Thon ho that saw the baffled crimo, Hall cureless in his bin's release, Since death must win him soon as prey, Turned on his toe a smilo sublime With pity, nnd tho stars ol Grecco Bolield him'smlle, aud only they. All night tho two lay sldo by sido, KhoIi near to death, yet living each; All night the grim Tnrk moaned aud cried, Beset with pangs ol horrid thirst, Save wlion his dagger crept to reach, By wandering, ineffectual way, The prostrnto Greek bo'yoarnod to slny, And lailuro stung him till ho carted. But wlion solt promises of morn Hnd wrnppod the sen in wistful wbito, A band «1 men with laces worn, Clomb inland past a beetling hoight To find llio young ohiel Ihoy adored; Sought eagerly ninco lull ol sun, And now In ghastly change restore 1. Ono raised a torch ol ruddy Bbino, And, kneeling by theii leader, ono Set To his mouth a gouro ol wind. BXFAI1BD BT JEBNIGAN. POSTOFFICE HOURS. 7:00 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 6:00 p. m. K. A. Sullivan, P. M. Subscribe for the MERCURY, Only 91-50 per annum. PUBLISHED BY JERNIGAN & SCARBOROUGH. BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles, FROM JERNIGAN. ®“None genuine without our Trade Mark. On hand and for sale, Music, Music. JERNICAN VIOLINS, ACCORDEONS, BOWS, STRINGS, rosin boxes, etc. Machine Needles, "Of course not; but lean sit on the deck outside,” laughed Mollie, "and we can cast languishing glances at each other.” And so it came to pass that I took pos session of tho Mobilin’s pilot-house, my boart glowing with love and pride— with love, for there, juut below me, on the little forward deck, sat my sweet bride; with pride, because the Mobilia was one of the finest of the beaUtilul floating palaces of the Mississippi, and to pilot such none had for years been the height of my ambition. The steamer was fitted up with a double cabin, one above the other, the upper one opening upon n small nock, reaching out toward tho bow, near the center of which, on a raised platform, was placed the pilot-house. This deck was always occupied by (UBsengers, and this morning it was par ticularly crowded; for tho boat was heavily laden with people, taking ad vantage of the beautiful weather to make an excursion up the river. Some rough fellows jostled rudely against Mollie’s chair, after awhile, and she rose and passed down into the lower cabin, “ to get a drink of water,” she whispered to me, as she passed; but I suspect it was really to prevent the bursting of the thunder-cloud she saw gathering on my brow. I saw that the insolent follows made no attempt to follow my dear ono, so I gave myself up to my own happy thoughts; and, looking out on the far- distant, pcacelul shores of the great river, over whoso placid bottom wo were moving so swiftly, there roso from my heart a glad, silent hymn of rejoic ing. But suddenly a cry broke forth lrom the cabin behind me, that effectually changed tho current of my thoughts: "Firet fire! fire!” A horrible cry nt all times, but most horrible of all when it rings forth in tho midst of gay, unsuspicious hun dreds, floating in fancied security in the midst of the waters. An instant's awe-struck silence suc ceeded that awful cry, and then three hundred voices, of men, women nnd children, united in fearful, heartrending shrieks for help. “Fire! fire! fire!” Aye! there was no mistake about it, nor false alarm. No one could tell how it had commenced, but there it was, creeping along tiro roof of the upper cabin, witli the dcndly flames greedily lapping up every scrap of awning and curtain they could find upon their way, ever and nnon darling long tongues of flame down to the floor, to clasp the light chairs, and tables, aud settees in thoir fiery embrace tlien tho young Greek, with wavo ol hand, Showed tho swart pagan at his sido; So, motioning to tho gathcred.banci, That nono could chooso but understand, Lot this mau drink,” he said, nnd died. — Liipir.colt't Magatint. THE PILOT’S STORY. Wo had* grown up together, as it were, Mollie and I, our parents being nenr neighbors, nnd—winch does not always follow—firm friends as well They were poor, and I suspect that fact had much to do with their friendship, for opportunities were alwajs turning up for helping one another; nnd I have often noticed that, when nenr neighbors are well off and have no need for mutual help, there is very seldom any friend ship botween them—there is more apt to be jealousy and competition between them! Our parents being such good friends it naturally resulted that Mollie and followed their example. Wo went to school together, read together, played together; and somehow, when Mollie was eighteen and I twenty, we agreed to tnlvel together all our lives, and were very happy in that arrangement; in f ct, no other would have seemed right or natural, either to us or to our par ents. From the earliest days of my boyhood I had a fondness for the water, haunt ing the palatial steamboats that floated on tho great Mississippi river, on whose banks nestled tho city in which we dwelt, and, at the period to which I am about to refer, I had just secured a posi tion as pilot on a small freight steamer. It was not mucli of a posit’on, to be sure, nor was there much of a salary attached to it; but small as it was, Mollie and I decided that we could make it answer for two people, neither of them extravagant or unreasonable; be sides which, I had hopes of better times to come, as I had received words of commendation from my employers and promises of speedy promotion. So, early one bright morning, having obtained a day’s leave of absence, Mollie and I were married, and, stepping into a carriage I had hired for the occasion we started off, having decided on a day i excursion to a celebrated cave near by this being all the wedding trip we could allow ourselves; not that we cared in the least, however—we were too happy to be disturbed by any shortcomings of As well seek with a sieve to scoop uj> the waters of the great river on whic the Mobilia floated os try to subdue tho roaiing, devouring enemy that had seized upon the ill-fated steamer. The peoplo darted down from the blazing upper cabin to tho forward deck below, where as yet the foe had made but little headway, and there our brnve captain—who was that rara avis, the "right man in the right place”—sue cecood in partially quelling the panic. “Keep quiet!” lie ordered—“ keep quiet, and stay just where you are, or i will not answer for the lives of any of you! The steward will provido every one of you with life-preservers; but there Is no reason for any person to go overboard, not yet awhile, at any rate, suicide is desired. Keep quiet, 1 unless . say 1 Screaming won’t frighten the fire away. Pilot, head her straight for the land, half a mile ahead.” (We were at least twice that distance from the main land on either shore.) "Engineer, put on all stenm—crowd her on! We will run it race with tho foul fiend that has boarded the Mobilia.” There was an instant’s pause, and then, witli a groan and a surge, with the timbers creaking and straining, and tho windows rattling as though in mortal terror, the Mobilia gathered herself up to run her last race. Each passing moment the flames crept on and on and on, never pausing in their terrible march. Fortunately they leaped upward rather than down ward, so that there was as yet but little danger to tho panic-strickon crowd on the lower deck. But the pilot-house was directly in the track of .’lie flames, and already their advance guard was beginning to sur round me, singeing my hair and eye brows. Suddenly there was a murmur among the people below, and the next instant a light form flew up the ladder leading to tho little deck by the pilot-house, and before I could say a word, my precious Mollie had thrown open the door, and closing it again,stood at my side. "Mollie, Mollie!” I cried, "tor heaven’s sake go back, go back! Don’t you see how the flames are creeping to ward us hereP Go, go, my dearest, my own true wife! Don’t unman me by making me fear for you. Go down where 1 can feel that you have a chance of safety.” . “RobThorne!” she exclaimed, with her eyes looking bravely, straight into mine, “ am I your wifeP” "Surely, surely, thank God! uttered. “But go, go!” " Mv post is here, just as much as yours is,” she answered, firmly. “ i will stay here, Rob, and if you die I will die, OIL 2nd SHUTTLES For all kinds oi Machines, tor sale. I will also order parts oi Machines that get broke, and new pieces are wanted. A. J. JERNIGAN. A novel election bet is reported as Having boon made by Hartford political ^nents. The loser is to black boots at a designated corner on a given day, the proceeds of his work to go to the orphan asylum. The agreement also Prov. es thnt all monev collected -bouid be given to the asylum; that no cnange should in i.ny case bo given to tne party paying for the sliino, and that one who docs the work shall pro- 11:, v o*n.?elf with a bottle of dressing with which to black ladies’ boots. time or purse. . , , We had scarcely driven beyond our own street, however, when we were brought to a halt. . A messenger, whom I recognized as belonging to our steamboat company, lllil Keren's a note for you from the su perintendent.” "Am*sorry to have to recall your leave for to-day, but you must immedi- ately go on boardBieJobila^which is ready to start up tho river. I he pilot is too ill to attend to duty, and you aie appointed to take his place for the Pr "There goes our wedding trip all to smash!” said I, as Mollie read tho or der. • Why so 0 ” she asked. • You see I must go into the pilot- . vf 15<i ” house of the Mobilia. .‘Wowill “Very well,” she replied. We will just go up the river instead of to the cave? Drive on, Rob; let us go down to the wharf In stale.” , hnIlg0 " But you can t go in the pilot-house with me, little goose.” 'No, sir!” I shouted back; "I shall stick to my post; I shall stay here till I run her clear on the shore, or die first.” “My brave Rob—my noble UobP" murmured Mollie. At last, just as the glowing tongues fo flame began to reach in through the windows, a crash and a shiver passed from stem to stern of the noble steamer, and with a sharp quiver and a shake, her bow ran high up on the shelving bench, and in less time than it takes to tell it every man, woman and child sprang irom the heated decks and were saved. But, alas, for my devoted Moll e! alas, for me. Not the pilot-house only, but tho entire deck around it, was now sur rounded by flames. It was loo late to lower ourselves to the deck below. The railing was all ablaze. My arms, reloased from their guardian ship over tho wheel, clasped Mollie close to mv heart; but my eyes and brain were busy seeking for some mode of es cape from the death that seemed eaoh instant more certain. All at onco my gaze rested on the pad dle-box. It had not taken firo yet; the flying spray had saved it. I had only to dash across the flame-swept deck and fling open a little door in its side, which afforded ready access to the wheels, to lower my precious charge to the water beneath in safely. No sooner thought of than done. “Takemy lmnd, Mollie,” I said, "and run with mo. We shall be saved, aftor all. Wrap your shawl across your mouth. Now, now—run 1” Leaping down on the deck, wo sped, hand 1.1 hand, to tho paddle-box. 1 dashed open the little door, and, push ing Mollie inside, passed in myself and drew the door close again, thus shut ting out the eager flames, whose angry roar pursued us, as wo dropped gently down into the shallow water, aud crept out from beneath the wheel. Our appearance was hailed with a shout of delight and relief, for all had ;lven us up as lost; nnd we must have jeen but for tho heaven-inspired thought of the wheel-house. Now that tho danger was over, poor little Mollie laintea; and no wonder. But she soon came out all right: and as the people began to And out that the "brave little girl,” as they called her, wne really a bride of only a few hours, and that we were on our wedding trip, there was a regular ovation, followed up by nine deafening cheers. The island upon whioh the Mobilia had been benched was low, sandy and uninhabited, altogether not an inviting place lor 300 people, without a particle of shelter, to pass half a day upon, yet, even in this plight, thero were few grumblers in our midst. There was no room in our hearts for any feeling but that of thankfulness for our preservation from a fearful death, and after tho peril of the last hour or two, it seemed n small matter to wait patiently lor the coming oi the relief boats that wo knew were sure to arrive before many hours w f re past. Though some miles from any large city, we knew that the burning stcumei must have been seen from the farm houses scattered sparsely along the river bank, and that from these notice of the disaster would be sent to the nearest town. And so it wns. Before nightfall several small steam boats arrived, ant after thnt. but a few hours elapsed before wo found ourselves safely at homo, and our adventurous wedding trip nt nn end. ButitB results were not ended by any means. The terrible nervous strain 1 had endured, combined with the severe burns on my face and hands, threw me piostrate on a bed of sickness. When I was nblo to report for duty again, two weeks later, I learnrd that a noble gift from the Mobilin’s grateful passonger —no less a sum than two thousand dollars—lay in the bank await ing my order. Not only tkfs, but the steamboat com pany hnd voted me a gold medal and the appointment of pilot of the finest steamer on their line. Years have gone by since my brave wife and I hnd so nearly journeyed out of the world on our wedding trip. From pilot I have come to be captuin and part owner of one of those beautiful floating palaces that used so to excite my envy; but never do I pass without a sickening hudder tho little island whore the Mo bilia won the stakes in the last race—a race of tire against steam, of life against death. by too. We will make our wedding trip together, my dear husband, even if it be into the next world. Keep to your duty, and never mind me, Rob. There is hope for us yet, and if it comes to the worst, why”—and a brave, sweet smile crept round her lips—“we arc still to gether, dear love!” 1 saw it was of no use to urge her any more, and besides something swelled in my throat so that I could not utter a word, so I just gripped the wheel hard and looked right ahead, though every thing looked very dim just then, nnd my devoted darling stool calmly at my side, watching the flames, that were creeping closer and closer upon us, leap ing around the pilot-houso like hungry demons impatient of their prey. "Thorpe!" shouted tho captain, "comedown. Lower her and yourself over the rail. We’ll catch you. You cannot stay there any longer. We are very near the shore now, and the rest we’ll take our chances for." It was an awful temptation. I knew that, did I follow the captain’s advice, both Mollie and I would be safe, for i was a good swimmer, and should the boat not reach the shore I could save her and myself; but then, if I did this, would I not deliberately expose every one of the three hundred souls on board to destruction? True, the bor.t might keep to her course during the short space remaining to be passed, merely from the rapid impetus of her approach; but again, she mhht not—and then? A Forest Disappears. An occurrence, which may be par tially or wholly attributable to the rude shakings which Switzerland has re cently undergone, is reported from Quarten, in the canton of St. Gall. A short time ago the people in the neigh borhood noticed signs of uneasiness about the Schnebelbcrg. The summit of the mountain appeared to be in a precarious position, and it was feared that it might slip down and overwhelm the Schneoelwald, nn extensive wood in tlio valley below. In anticipation of a possible catastrophe, great efforts were made to cut down and carry away as many trees as possible, though the men engaged in the work wrought at the peril of their lives. A few days ago, when fortunately thero was nobody in the wood, a deafening report, like the firing of heavy ariillery, resounded through the valley, and the mountain was hidden from view by a thick cloud of dust. When it dispersed the Schne- belberg was seen to be shorter by a few meters, nnd the beautiful wood in the Murglhal had disappeared beneath huge avalanche of stones and earth. Profits n Wall Street. I looked at my dear wife, inquiringly. ~ ‘ !” she said. " Stick to your post, Robl” i A THRILLING ADVENTURE. FARM, HARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD Frenchman Vniterso.s the Tanner Teat Involuntarily In a Canon of the Yellowstone — Thirteen Daye Without Food—A Remarkable Epi sode. l case of involuntary fasting is related a gentleman who recently arrived in Chicago from Montana. Tho name of tho narrator is Louis Cohn. He is connected with a system of post trader- ships in the northwestern Territories, ami visits Chicago once a year. lie camo here direct from Fort Keogh, whioh is situated on the Yellowstone river. Mr. Colin descended the Yellow stone and Missouri rivers to Bismarck on a small steamer that had delivered a cargo of military supplies at Keogh. Mr. Cohn vouches for the trutli of tho story ot suffering which ho relates. It was by the hardest work that tho steamer reached its destination at all. Tho June freshet, as it is termed, was on at tho time, nnd tho Yellowstone wns swollen to bursting. In the gorges, where, on account of the perpendicular walls of rock—in places 1,000 feet high— the torrent could not spend its enormous force in overflow.tho current hnd appar ently a force of thirty miles an hour. In ono of these chutes the ticroio little steamer, trembling and creaking ns if ready to burst nnd fly into a million fragments, breasted tho rapids for iivo hours, in which time it had moved up stream just three-quarters of a mile. Hnd anything happened at thnt moment to deprive the pi lot of his control of tho cratt, tho boat, cargo and crow would havo been smashed against tho rocks ns a fly can be smashed against a wall. Ono evening as the boat was emerg ing from ono of the narrowest canons in tho river, a man named Riche, a Fronohman, who was working as n roustabout to pay for his passago to tho post, caught his foot in the rope, nnd stumbling, pitched over the guard into the water. lie wasn’t muoli of n mariner, nor was lie Bwimmcr enough to cope with a current ns tumultuous and barbar ous nsthntof tbe Yellowstone; so, while as n swimmer he didn't make any percep tible bend way,as a floater he made won derful time. Oi course tho crew made a show of trying to rescuo tho poor Frenchman but tho pilot had too fresh a sense of tho difficulties of navigation in that region to think of dropping back down the canon after having nearly worn out a boiler and rnglno in getting througli it. So, in ten seconds, more or less, the mnn overboard had been swept down into tho neck of the gorge, nnd soon disappeared altogether from view. The crew said, in chorus, “ Poor fellow I” and the boat went grinding on up against the bounding tide. Thirteen days from that time, at about the same hour in the evening, the steamer, on its return trip, with a light cargo of pelts, shot down through that same canon nt a fearful rate or Bpeed. tho current alone, without the help of steam, carrying the light craft witli lightning-like velocity. In Die deepest part of the gorge, upon n patch of beach that seemed ’to have been formed of tho debris perpetually dropping from the stupendous walls of granite, a mnn was espied in the attitude of signaling the boat to stop. For a signal he used his flannel shirt. As soon ns possible the boat was brought to n landing near by where the man was standing. In the meantime the stranger—no not stranger, for, despite his changed ap pearance, ho was instantly recognized by every man of tho crew— had fallen in a heap upon the strip ot beach. This nrtnt* irna RSohj tlin “ rnnafn Iron i Which Pear Trees »o Plant, Most pear cultivators, writes a corre spondent, hesitate whether to plant dwarf or standard trees. We have tried both and are satisfied tlmt for the or chard the standard is the better tree. If any ono wants to cultivate a few pears iu his garden, the dwarf isj ust the tree he wants as it comes into benring early, occupies but little ground, nnd shndes comparatively a small space. The dwarf, However, is short-lived, and the quince roots, on which it is generally grafted, are especially liable to the at tacks of tho borer. Whenever and wherever this miniature tree is planted, it should be put so deep in the ground as to entirely cover the quince stock, and let the pear stock shoot out roots of Its own. This will promoto longevity in the tree and lessen the danger from borers. Good as tho dwarf is in tho srnnll garden, wo should never plant it in tho largo orchard. Hero wo plant for posterity ns well as ourselves, and are content to wait a fow years before wo harvest tho fruit. Nor do we havo to wait so long ns is generally supposed. Our fathers planted stray coed lings or root-suckers from somo favorite tree, and, of course, they were a long time coming into good bearing condition: but modern nursery stockB arc grafted on budded scions or buds from trees al ready in fruit, and moro is to be appro bended from too grent than too little production in their youth.—Exchange. It is the brokers who make money in the street, says a New York correspond ent. Margins may come, and margins may go, but commissions go on for ever. The average of a day’s bust nose nowadays is 300,000 shares. The broker that sells 100 shares gets an eighth per cent, of the par value, or *12 50 for doing so, and the broker who buys gets the same commission. It costs, therefore, *25 to turn a hundred shares, or *75,000 to turn 300,000 shares, and this sum is about the average paid for commissions daily. It is distributed between about eight hundred active members of the exchange, which gives an average of nearly *100 apiece. Of course some of the larger commission houses get the bulk of the business, but even the modest brokers make a fair living. I saw tho balance-sheet of a firm of smart young fellows who oc cupy a New street basement, for the fis cal year ending July 1, and it showed a clean profit of *80,000; but last year was the liveliest ever known in Wall street. man was Riche, tho " roustabout,” who, to the surprise of His rescuers, had our vived the dive nnd dash through the perilous canon, nnd, by no particularly effort of his own, had stranded on the beggarly patch of rocky beach, with a terrible river on two sides of him and ernnite walls on the other twoshlus. Ho remembered falling overboard, and, moro vividly still, lie remembered roll ing up saloly on the rocks, somewhat bruised and with throat and nostrils gorged witli water, but ho could give no idea of the time spent in tho water, nor of tho number of days that had elapsed since the crow had cruelly abandoned him to his fate. Mr. Conn says that Riche’s condition was wretched to the lastextreme. When found and taken aboard the boat he could not articulate his words intelli gibly. He had taken nothing but river water into his stomach during the thir teen days of his isolation. When, under the judicious application of stimulating feed, lie was restored sufficiently to be able to converse, he told them that his only hope had been that a steamer would come along ind that he would be able to make himself discovered. As the pinching pangs of starvation in creased, he would lie for hours with ear close to the water, momen tarily imagining that he couid hear the pulsations of a steamer breasting and braving the rapids. After a few days his stomach rejected water, and, as that was the best and only offering he had to give, it was forced to feed upon itself, and it was doing this at a ruinously rapid rale wiien succor came. Riche who, apparently, had been a man of 160 pounds weight, was a skeleton when rescued, ami had uot stiength enough to lilt both hands to his face at once. He said that several times fine, large trout disported themselves iu the shallows at bis feet, and once he threw himself sprawling into the water and thrust his hands along the graveled bottom in the hope of clutching one of the fish, but they eluded his desperate grasp, and lie was left to the despairing reflection that there were millions of fish within reach and not even a minnow to eat. He was al most hopeless one night—a dreadfully black and tempestuous night. The bolts of lightning seemed to fill the gorge from wall to wall. The wind blew so hard that the river lashed the rocks with a fury that terrified him, for he expected every moment to be swept from his mooring and carried out to certain death. He explained, as a reason for not taking to water and swimming to a landing whence he could escape from the canon, that ho was not certain that there were any other place near at hand where he could effect a landing at all, and prudence suggested that, inasmuch as he was only an awkward swimmer at best, he liad better stick to his moor ing, desperate as it was. Recipes Dyspepsia Bread.—Ono pint bowl of gralmm flour: dissolve one-half tea spoonful of soda in two-thirds of a cup oi yeast and add to the mixture ono ten- cupfql of molnsscs; pour In sufficient warm water to make it somewhat thin ner thnn flour brend. Lemon Pudding.—Tho peels of two large lemons grated on sugar, or boiled ana boalcn in a mortar, half a pound of sugar, the juice of p. large lemon, halt u )ound of butter, ten eggs, leaving out lalf of the whites. Bear ail together, and putting n puff pasto in tho bottom ot your plntc, bake it. Gingerbread Nuts.—Ono quart of molasses, three pints of flour, one pint oi corn meal, one pound of butter, half a pound of coarse brown sugar, nn ounce of nllspicc, a teaspoonful of cloven, a teaspoonful of cinnamon, and two ounces of ginger. Put tho molasscB in a mug, men add to it tho butter and sugar; have on the Are a saucepan of The Little Ones. Ob, when at dawn tho children wake, And patter up and down the stairs, The flowers and leaves a glory take, Tho rosy light n splendor shares That nevermore those eyes would see, If my swoet ones wore gone from me. And whon at eve they waloh and wait To told me in their arms so white, My burdens, whether small or great, Are charmod away by calm delight; And, shotting out the world, I live Tho purest moments life can give. But when at bed-time round me kneel Woo, tender, loving, white-robed torms, With hand upraisod in lond appeal— Alt, then are hushed file’s weary storms, And heaven seems vory near to me, With my swoot darlings ronnd my knee! —Baldwin,’» Monthly. m ITEMS OF INTEREST. ng water, in which set tho mug and its contents. Lot it stand until the but ter nnd sugar nro dissolved. In tho meantime mix the spices, all pounded, witli the flour nnd meal. Afterward knead the whole together, ana cut into cakes not Inrgor in circumference than a silver half-dollar. Bake them about n quarter of an hour, but be careful not to let them burn. Vienna Roli.s.—Have ready in bowl a tenspoonlul of butter, made soft by warming a little und stirring with a spoon. Add to one partot un sifted flour two heaping spoonfuls of baking powder, mix nnd sift thorough ly together, nnd place in the bowl witli the butter, with sweet milk add ed, form a dough of usum stiffness, stir ring into the milk first a half teasnoon- lul of salt. Knead the dougii ana then roil it half an inch thiok, and then cut with a largo round cutter; fold each one over to form a half round, wetting n little between the folds to mnke them stick; place them on buttered pans, so as not to touch each other: wash over on top with milk to give them a gloss, and bake immediately in a hot oven about twenty minutes. It will do them no iiarm to stand half an hour before baking, if it is dCBired. Household Hints. To cleanse ivory ornaments, rub thorn well with f esh butter—t. c., without salt—and put them in the sunshine. To remove lime from teakettles boll potatoes in the skins in the kettle till the deposit of limo shells off, then to keep it off boil a kettlo full once a wcok. A cemented cistern should bo left for a wock or ten days for the cement to set nnd harden before the water is let in. If the bottom leaks after that the cement must have been of poor quality. If water in which quassia chips have been boiled in is put upon the exposed parts of the body and left to dry there, mosquitoes and flies will not trouble the surfaco bj protected. Quassia water is harmless to children aud grown people but death to insects. To keep a stove free from rust in any atmosphero you have only to rub off all the rust you can nnd varnish it with common varnish. In the autumn when you wish to put it up again the varnish will ail burn off in a very short time and all odor irom it will go with it. The parasites which effect canaries may be got rid of by merely placing a clean white cloth over the cage at night. In the morning it will be covered with very minute red spots, almost invisible without a microscope. These are the vermin so annoying and so fatal to the birds. Oh, wad somo power thegiitio gio us, To treat tho mosquito as tho mosquito treats us, It would Into manifold Bufferings freo us, And give our noils a ohanoe to grow. —Sanrlle Slone. When Jemima went to school she was asked why the noun bachelor was singu lar. " Because,” she replied, " it’s so ve^r singular that they don’t get mar- All endeavors to bring the domestic fly to that desirable state of tameness whioh would prompt him to sit on the window-sill instead of your ear, have proved futile. The largest cotton-seed oil mill in the United States is being erected in Little Rock, Ark. It will have a capaeity lor using 300 tons of cotton-seed per day. The work will employ 650 men. At a celebration back in tbo country a female orator arose nnd begun: " This is our 104th anniversary.” A wicked young mnn away back in the crowd yelled out: “ Good gracious! you don’t lcofc that old."—Modern Argo. An Atlanta girl who reads the news papers was proposed to recently by a nice young mnn. She reflected a mo ment and then asked for time to pre pare her letter of acceptance. Evidently she proposes to formulate her own platform. " lias the cooking book any pictures?” inked n young Indy of a bookseller. “ Not one,” replied the denier in books. "Why,” exclaimed the witty miss, "what is the use of telling us howto make a dinner it you give us no plates?' —Lou.-ell Hun. The other day a swarm of bees lit on a pear treo, and tho boy who barsained todri ve them off with a horsewhip hasn’t got eyesight enougli to see whether his Bister’s fellow kisses her on the porch, or hurriedly deposits the thing smack on her lips.— Oweqo record. For a few brief days the orohards are white with blossoms. They soon turn to fruit or else float away, useless and wasted, upon the idle breeze. So will it bo wi.li present feelings. They must be deepened into decision or be entirely dissipated by delay. Little Robby came home with his new hat limp ns a dishcloth. “For good ness’ sake 1” cried his mother, “ where havo you been?” Robby began to whimper as he replied: “ A feller threw my hat into tho frog pond." " Oh, Robby I” exclaimed ills sister, " you threw it in yourself. I saw you doit!" " Well,” said Robbv, contemptuously, ain’t I a feller?’’—Boston Transcript. A man may bo as wiso as King Solomon in all IDs glory; he may achieve fame in the highest walks of life; his eloquence may resound through tho halls of Congress, and lie may be the most honored man in the whole coun try ; he may be all and havo all this, and yet when he wishes to ascertain how many days thero arc in any certain month, there Is no help for it, he must repeat with the least of us the ancient rhyme beginning: "Thirty days hath September."—llomc Sentinel. “Knowledge is Power.” In some paits of Germany, instead of smoking meat to preserve it, it is hung up in a dry, well-ventilated room, ana painted over with wood vinegar (pyro ligneous acid), an acid distilled over when wood is burned in air-tight stovos, or any other place where there is not free access of atmospheric air. The painting three or four times with this vinegar answers every purpose of smok ing. It protects tho meat from insects, fungi and putrefaction. In a crowded city street an ill-natured mastiff seized a little dog by the throat, and threatened to strangle him. A crowd soon gathered, full of sympathy fjr the little sufferer and of anger against the mastiff. Words and blows wero freely used to compel him to let go his hold, and stones and clubs were brought os additional arguments. But the ugly brute hold on the more tena ciously, and the case of the poor little dog seemed hopeless. When everybody was at his wit’s ends, a dandy, exquisitely dressed, happened along. Looking with a sort of contempt on the mongrel crowd, he said, in a consequential tone, “ Leave him to mo.” The laugh was general at his expense. But, with admirable coolness, draw ing from his pocket a golden snuff box. he held two or three pinches of anaff under the nose of the mastiff. While the mouth was closed the mastiff could breathe only through tho nostrils. In a moment tho snuff did its work. Tho brute began sneezing vigorously, dropped the little dog, and, half fright ened, took to his heels. The dandy, looking around complacently on the crowd, said, “Knowledge is power,” and went on his way. William L. Stein undertook to kill a man at Petersburg, 111., but in the fight that ensued his weapon was accident ally discharged, the ball entering his own skull nnd causing almost instant death. New York Cities. The following table shows tho popu lation of some of the principal cities in the State of New York, as returned by the oensus, with their relative standing and their population in 1875 and 1870: Cilia. 1880. 1875. 1870. Now York 1,209,561 1,041,886 942,292 Brooklyn 554,693 Bulla o 154,706 Albany 90,713 Rochester 89,887 Troy 56 498 Syraouse 51.217 Utica 33,927 Aaburn 21,018 Oswogo 21,102 Elmira 20,678 Poughkeepsie .. 20,203 Cohoes 21,122 Yonkers 18,924 Nowburg 18,075 Kingston 17 489 Binghamton..., 17,110 Rome 12,045 Hudson 8,779 Lansingburgh.. 7,760 482,493 134 567 86 511 81,722 49,531 48,255 32.436 19,649 22,428 20.436 20,022 17,493 17,232 17,322 20,445 16,518 12,251 8,784 0,924 396,099 117,714 69,422 62,386 44,633 43,051 28,804 17,226 20,910 15,863 20,080 16,367 17,014 12,692 11,000 8,615 0,802 Strangling Widows in Fiji. There is no uniformity of custom in Fiji, so that no description of what is done by any one tribe can be taken as applicable to ail the others. The strang ling of widows, however, that they may be buried with their husbands, seems to have been everywhere practiced. Thi widow’s brother performs the operation and is thenceforward treated with marked respect by liiB brother-in-law’s kinsfolk, who present him with a piece of land, over whiciithe strangling cord is hung up. Should he, however, fail to strangle his sister, he is despised. When a woman iB about to be strangled, she is made to kneel down, and the cord (a strip of native cloth) is put round her neck. She is then told to expel her breath as long as possible, and when she can endure no lomrer to stretch out her hand as a signal, whereupon the cord is tightened and soon all is over. It is believed that if this direction b? followed insensibility ensues immedi ately on the tightening of the cord, whereas if inhalation has taken place there is an interval of suffering. . ,, *% - • - ... J,:,,. The ToUet or Elegance. For preserving the complexion—Tem per nnce. For whitening the hands—Honesty. For sweetening the breath—Truth. I’o remove stains—Repentance. For improving the sight—Observa tion A beautiful ring—The family circle. For improving the voice—Civility.sffj The best companion to the toilet—A wife. .Tokeep away moths—Good society.