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VOL. II.
The Singing Bird.
' Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot,” the swallow sung
* rou > tlio neat ho bulklod high;
And tho robin’s raptured echo rung
From Ida leafy porch cloao by.
"Oh, swoot, Bwcot, swoot,” the swallow sung
On tho summer’s dying night;
And “swoot, swoot, swoot,” tho echo rung,
As tho robin plumed for (light;
" Oh, Hwoct is tho summer when just begun,
And swoot, swoot, swoot, when her lilois done.
Oli, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho wliolo glad earth,
When tho summer days aro Loro;
And swoot, swoot, swoot is tho timo of dearth,
Though tho autumn days aro drear;
If only deep in tho heart is hoard
Tho gladsomo Hong of tho “ singing bird."
HANNAH AND I.
My father had moved into a now
place. Prospectively, I enjoyed much
m tho dethronement of our household
gods; and the reduction of all our
worldly goods to a stato of chaos. I
foresaw tho delicious suspense, anxiety
nnd final dismay or rejoicing that would
attend tho transit of our looking-glasses
and parlor chairs. I lookod forward to
a kind of nomadic oxistonco about tho
houso during tho days wherein wo wero
getting settled, to tho exploration of
nuknown depths under tho closet
stairs, nnd of mysterious recossos bo-
hind tho chimney. I expected to sit
nud sing in tho host rocking-chair, to
roll my tired limbs on tho host mattress,
and to tako my dinner with a largo
spoon from out n fruit-jar.
When, therefore, I rode up from tho
depot on top of tho box containing my
mother’s best china nnd glnsswnro, I
felt that every one who beheld, also
envied. Tho short ends of my hat
band fluttered spiritedly in tho March
breeze, and tho anticipatory tremors in
iny breast ercakod tho starched shirt-
front beneath my jacket.
At a vory tondor ago wo realize that
liis is a world of disappointments,
for tho noxt few days my lifo consisted
mainly in hunting up the liammor, run
ning for nnils, trotting up to tho store
and down to tho tinnorls and aftor tho
:ai pouter, pushing stove-legs into place,
holding up footboards of family bed
steads, lifting tho corners of bureaus,
waiting upon tho painter and tho white
wash man,' getting my fingers pinched,
getting scolded, getting a cold, losing
my handkerchief, having nothing in
particular to’- eat savo a little baker’s
brood, and now and then n bit of beef
steak cooked sometimes by my mother
sometimes by my father, sometimes by
Mary Hullivan, and occasionally by nil
threo. * *
By tho third day I began to see that
tho nnnrchic style of housekeeping has
its disadvantages and to feel that tho
springs of a naturally good constitution
wore wearing out in *1110 family service.
On tho morning of that day I loft my
mothor and Mary Sullivan stretching a
carpet fitted for a room 15x15 to cover
our now dining-room, 15x10, and walked
out in tho back yard to tako the air.
As I sauntered down to tho front gato
my cyos were greeted by a vision of
youth—I cannot say of beauty--swing
ing upon the gate over the way.
Tho “ vision ’’ wore a largo bombaziuo
hood, Bueh as was at this timo in high
roputo among grandmothers, but was
never calculated to enhaneo tho charms
of tho young. A little plaid shawl was
pinned askow about her shoulders. One
of a species of embroidered pantalets
which, like tho dodo of Mauritius, lias
since becomo extinct, had slipped down
and lay like a wrinkled bandago around
tho toil of her shoe.
“ Hallo!” said I.
“Hallo!” responded sho; “ you’re a
moan, nasty boy!”
I should linvo promptly returned
this compliment but for tho consider
ation that I had just moved into tho
community, and everything depended
upon my acquiring a good reputation.
Without replying, therefore, I began
reflectively digging a hole in the gate-
post with my jack-knife. Tho “ vision ”
swung back and forth, and hummed “ I
want to bo an angel.” In giving an
unusually vigorous lurch outward an
apple flow from her hand and fell into
tlio middle of tho muddy street.
I digross lioro to stato that, though a
popular street, that portion of it in
front of my father's houso generally
was muddy. During tho spring and
fall months wo had.a large, swasliy pool
there—one that appeared to flow from
a secret perennial source of muddiness.
In the winter months it froze over and
made capital skating. During the sum
mer it gradually dried away, until, at
tho “ pollvwog” season, when alone a
boy can tako tho highest rational o.ijoy-
ment in a mud-puddle, only a damp
spot in tho center of the street indicated
the place from which tho water had sub
sided. It was now at high tide and the
uiiplo fell into tho oozo just below it.
< ‘ Boy, come over and pick up my
annlo,” commanded my neighbor.
Conscious of setting that young pagan
an oxamplo of good manners, I returned
the applo with a bow my mother bad
taught me. She gave it two or three
cleansing dashes on her dross skirt and
then said: , , .
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“ Hannah Ann Farley. You going to
livo in that liouso?" *
“ I expect to.”
“ I’m glad of it.
I’oil, swoot, swoot, swoot,” rang tho joyful time,
Uh, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho world iu Juno. •
1 Ohf swoot, swoot, swoot,” tho maiden said,
As sho twinod hor hair with (lowers;
From bird and blossom tho echo sped
( Through tho long and blissful home,
“ Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot,” rang tho joyful tune,
‘ Oh, swoot, swoot, swoot is tho world in Juno. ’
lint tho maiden, never a word b!io said,
As sho donned her woods of woo;
Tho bird that sung in licr henrt was dead,
With tho Hummov of long ago;
Tho swoot, swoot, swoot, of tho bloom and bird
As idlo mocking hor dull car heard.
_ There’s boon a dis
agreeable, stuck-up little girl living
over there. I thought when first I saw
y °m’, -T°" goin S to lie just like her.”
Iliis I took as Hannah’s apology for
nor reception. It was satisfactory, and
no might then and there have bccomo
friends, but nt that moment Mary Sulli
van eamo to our front door and called
mo homo. Sho said tho brass-headed
tacks wore all gone, and I must go to
tho store for more. When I returned
Htwihah Ann was nowlioro to bo soon.
lho noxt morning I was fortunate
enough to find a fivo-cont pioco in n
cruck of a bureau drawor, and promptly
started for a store wherein to spend it.
Tho streets wore so muddy I thought I
would go across and leap tho neigh
bor s fences. I was In neighbor lur-
loys yard when I.was sharply hailed
from a littlo wimloW high up in tho end
of tho houso.
" Boy, come up hero I”
. " IIow am I going to got up ?”
"‘Go around to tho kitchen, and nsk
my mother to show you tho wny.”
I huntod up tho kitchon, and found
Hannah’s mothor. Prior to this time
when I wisliod to represent a female
figure upon my slato I had a triangle
surmounted bv an eclipse, and this in
turn finished by a small circle; horo-
aftor, with Mrs. Farley in mind, I drew
a cylindrical figure with a small circlo
on tho upper end, and a slight depres
sion representing tho waist-lino. Aftor
onco seeing Mrs. Farloy I could novor
wonder that Hannah was forover bor
rowing a pin to fasten somotbing on
with. There could never bo a more de
lightful garret than Mrs. Farloy’s, for
novor could tliero bo a woman who could
exoel hor in tho celerity with which sho
would use up furniture. Such a col
lection of mirrors with shattered glasses,
bottomloss chairs, dismantled buroauB,
and talilos standing upon threo logs is
seldom mot 1
“ What do you want to play?” asked
Hannah.
" Pirate.”
“ What’s a pirate?”
I explained, nnd Hannah forthwith
bocarno tho most bloodthirsty of pirates.
It was in my henrt to spare the women
and childrA, but bLo refused to listen
to such a proposition, nnd follod hor
victims loft anil light without regard to
ago or sox. Onco sho pierced mo
through tho heart, and I fell bleeding,
dying, bitting my head against tho
chimney, nnd yelling out in unfeigned
agony.
Afterward, wo wore riding peacefully
along over tho green fields, and bonenth
tho calm blue sky, on a two-legged and
very dusty sofa, whon a party of bri
gands swooped down upon us, and bore
us off to a loathsome dnngeon behind a
dismantled bureau. Wo ilattcuod our
selves nnd crawled out, bclicndod tho
brigands, appropriated their spoils, and
returned triumphnnt to our own homes.
Wo were vory dusty and covered with
cobwebs whon I remembored my flve-
cent pioco nnd said I must go.
“ Give mo half of what you’re going
to buy, and I’ll go with you,” snid
Hannah.
I couldn’t vory well refuse this goncr-
ens offer; so site put on her hood and
shawl, at my suggestion tied up her shoo-
strings, nnd wo startod. Sho expressed
a preference for blnek licorieo, and I
oxjionded my money upon that luxury:
and shared it liberally. Wo came homo
hand in hand, nnd though Hannah wont
over-shoo in mud and water throe times,
sho bore it with inimitablo good-nature.
From that morning our friendship
matured rapidly. Sometimes Hannah
was at our houso; somotimos I jdayod in
tho Farloy garret; nnd somoliiuos when
sho had a soro throat, and wore a prepa
ration of lard and camphor-gum around
it, we laid permission to play in Mrs.
Farley’s parlor. Whonevor Hannah
stole cookies nnd ginger-snaps for her
self, sho always laid in for mo; when
Mary Sullivan made tea-snucer pies for
, I carried thorn red-hot from tho
y0 Sl!o lf sot tho apple upon top of the
gatopost, savagely jammed tho tone
through it, wiped the blade on her shaw
and returned the knifo with the larger
part oi the apple.
“ Thank you,” said I.
“ What is your name, boy ?
• 1 George Harrimtui. What is yours l
oven to neighbor Farley’s, nnd Hannah
and I watched them cool with hearts
that boat as ono. Then whilo one-half
tho juice drizzled over my jacket tlio
corresponding half dripped on Hannah’s
apron. Hannah was passionately fond
of “jooce!”
When school opened, Hannah and I
went hand in hand, and stood by ono
anotlior in days of adversity as well as
days of prosperity. Hannah being a
miserable scholar, hor days wero mostly
of adversity.
Tho months slipped away, and the
years grew apace. My father petitioned
tho town authorities to fill up that mud
puddle in front of our houso. The
town authorities gave every encourage
ment that the “ wliolo board” would bo
on tlio spot nt an early day, but we
looked for them in vain. My father
made a second and third importunity
with like results. Then ho pressed his
grievance upon tlicir attention as gen
tlemen and mon of honor. As gentle
men and men of honor they gavo their
word that tho mafctor should bo neglect
ed no longor. Wo livod upon that
proiniso six months. Then my father,
grown irate, threatened to sue. The
board, becoming defiant, just wished ho
would suo ; they should like to see him
site. At this retort my father’s feelings
rose to tho summit of moral indigna
tion ; he wouldn’t suo; he scorned to
lower himself to a quarrel with such
men ; but lie would pay no more taxes
in that town ; and onergetic prepara
tions for our removal began.
Hannah and I were sitting upon tlio
edge of Mr. Farloy’s coal-bin when I
communicated to her my father’s de
cision. As soon as sho saw I was in
earnest slio dropped over upon the
anthracite, and gavo vent to a flow of
tears. Sho declared that she couldn’t
and wouldn’t have me go. Sho should
dio with loneliness, ami she wished she
was dead. A few tears of mino drizzled
over into tho bin and mingled with
Hannah’s. Afterward sho appeared re
conciled,and manifested intenso interest
in our preparations, obtruding her ser
vices at her liouso until my mother de
clared she should never bo ready to go
if that Farloy girl couldn’t bo kept at
home.
Tlio morning of our departure dawned
nt last. My father and mother wont to
tho dopot, leaving mo to follow, as I
had come, on the last load of goods.
It was an April morning, succeeding
a heavy rain-storm, and tlio waves of my
father’s mud-puddlo ran high. Hannah
sat upon tho old potunin mound by tlio
gate, sobbing. I raised her drooping
form to bid hor farowoll, pushed tho
hair from her fqco and gavo her my last
kiss. Sho clutched frantically nt my
jackot, but, realizing that delays are
dangerous, I sprang upon a dry-goods
box in tho wagon, Tho liorso, most se
verely afflicted with spring-halt, started
off at a fonrfnl gallop, and wo disap
peared around tho comor forover.
As Roon as circumstances would per
mit I addressed a letter to Hannah, and
soon received a reply, of which tho fol
lowing is a verbatim copy:
M}! Hear Uorr/e:—
I now sot down to lot you know how
I am. I havo had a sour throat noroly
all tho time senco you Loft. Somobotly
has shot our Cat. School commonscs
noxt wook. I drod it, A now family
has moved into your Houso, there is too
boys, Eddy and willy. If wo novor seo
each other again on urth I hopo wo may
mont in henven. Yours Truly,
Hannah A. Fahley.
Tho lot tor also contained two blots
nnd n grenso spot nnd was directod by
Hannah’s mothor, wrong sido up with
enro. I wtoto her once more,but rocoivod
no answer a failure which I attributed to
hor aversion to all literary labor rather
than to any diminution in tho ardor of
her affections.
I attended school for tho noxt threo
four years, nnd then entered tho
wholjsalo mercantile business in tlio
service of an uncle. I became a rising
young man. Some of the timo I roso
rapidly, ns gaseous matter and yonng
mon botween the ngos of sixteen and
twenty-five aro in the habit of doing.
Our fnmily also prospered. From tlireo-
ply in our parlor wo passed by easy
stages through body Brussels to Eng
lish Wilton, and wo numbered tho
successors of Mary Sullivan by twos
and by threes.
Presently I arrived at that ago whereat
oxtromoly witty people begin pointing at
n young man peculiarly sharp and or
iginal jests concerning tho subject of
matrimony. At first the implication
therein conveyed that I had only to
cbooso was gratifying to my vanity; but
by tho timo I began to direct any serious
thoughts that way mysolf, so much solid
wit had boeomo an insufferable boro.
There wore girls in large quantities and
excellent qunlitios all uround me, but
tlio thought of advancing to anything
serious with any ono of them always
suggested Hannah.
lily reminiseoncos of Hannah wero not
such that I could create an idoal femi
nine character of hor; but whon a fel
low has sat in a coal-bin with a girl and
taken alternate sucks on as many ,Tack-
son-bnlls as I had with Hannah, no
snbsoquont oxporionce can over entirely
ofiaco tlio impression. I had a curiosity
to know what Hannah had booomo. The
surest way to satisfy this curiosity
seemed to bo to go and soo hor. I ac
cordingly went.
Tho girl was pretty. Sho had color
and frankness ; sho had graeo and re
poso of manner. Her finger-nails wore
scrupulously kept, root and crown, and
hor hair was glossy, as well as fashion
ably dressod.
Tlio year wo loft town Hannah’s
mothor died ; and aftor the billows of
affliction had surged ovor his soul for
nbout six months, Mr. Farloy again be
held tlio sun and took a now wifo. Tho
new wifo had taken iniinito pains with
her step-daughter. Tho step-daughter’s
present appearance, as compared with
her former condition, bore favorablo
testimony for tho lady’s systom. Han
nah said that whon wo wero children I
had seemed like a brother to hor, and I
at onco placed myself upon a fraternal
standing. I interrogated hor in regard
to tlio occupants of my old home, and
sho finally confided to mo that sho was
engaged to tho younger Wothorbco, tho
“willy” of hor letter.
I afterward saw him, and could not
but inwardly applaud tlio discrimination
that led hor, ovon in childhood, to bo-
gin his name with a small letter. Ho
was an individual of from 110 to 115
pounds weight, though what tlioro was
of him was drawn out and judiciously
distributed with a view to making tho
most of straitened circumstances. There
may bo no more ink in an exclamation
point than a vowel, but it is bettor
adapted to attract attention. As to
color, energy and vivacity, nannah had
enough to supply threo just like him.
Hannah’s, I soon perceived, was the
philosophical form of engaged lifo. Ono
evening when wo went to walk, she said
to me ;
“ Mr. Wctherboo lias bis faults; no
ono knows them bettor than I. But
wlioro,” added she, touchingly, “wlioro
will you find a man who hasn’t faults ?”
“wlioro, surely!” responded I.
“ I don’t look for perfect happiness
hero bolow,” continued Hannali, pon-
sively; “ I’ve seen too much of lifo for
that!”—Hannah is some years my junior
and must at this period have arrived at
the mature ago of nineteen years.
I returned homo and two years slipped
away. I was still halting between two
opinions and looking inquiringly at a
third, and the “ opinions” had bgun to
manifest lively symptoms of taking care
of themselves, when one day in a neigh
boring city, strolling through a paper-
box factory whose proprietor was my
friend, I eamo across Hannah.
“ How in tho world came you hero?”
bluntly ejaculated I.
“By the fortunes of life and the rail
way.”
I didn’t know wliotlier slio was to bo
addressed as Farley or Wotherbeo, and
observing that she was dressed in deep
mourning, avoided anything that might
suggest explanations. Slio presently
told me that her father was dead. Then
as I sought her confidence—on the fra
ternal basis—sho told mo that her father
had left liis estate incumbored.
“Those disagreeablo Wetherbeos hold
a mortgage on tlio houso,” said slio,
“and they aro just the exacting, unac
commodating kind of people who
wouldn’t hesitate in foreclosing the day
Bin time oxnii'os !”
“ Yon sco,” said sho " the proporty is
loft by will to momma and mysolf con
jointly. If It is disposod of at a forced
salo it must bo at a great sacrifice, and
then poor mamma will be left without a
homo. She bos done everything for mo”
—hero Hannah’s largo eyes filled with
teora—" and it is n small thing for me to
try to save tho homo for her."
I said I wondered slio hadn't sought a
different kind of employment and sug
gested teaching.
“ Oh, I’ve triod applying for sohools.
Two or threo times I’vo received invita
tions to examinations; and they’ve given
mo perfectly dreadful lists of quostions
—asked reasons why wo porformod
operations that I never before know wo
did perform.”
“Musio, then."
“Ilovo music; but there aro threo
toncliers to every pupil. Thjft. is pleas
ant work, and 1 am nappy in feeling I
shall savo tho homo for mamma 1”
When I reached homo that evening I
sold an opera ticket I had purchased in
tho morning, and, whoroas I had always
smokod flftoon-cont cigars, now pur-
.THE FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.
eliasod a box at ton cents (I gavo them
th ‘
by no
away boforo tlio closo of tlio week and
wont back to flfteon’B) ond asked mother
if tlioro wasn’t a pioco somewhere in
tho city where they clcansod and dressod
over-soiled kid gloves to look as well
as now.
For tho next fow wooks I had consid
erable business in a neighboring city,
and I used to transact it in season for
tlio three-o’olock train, nnd tbon con
clude to wait for tlio oxprosH. Hannah
was nlways in fine spirits, buoyed up by
tho belief that slio wns making sure
progress in paying that debt. I should
soon thought of discharging tho
nat ional obligation by peddling matches.
Ono warm Saturday aftornoon, when
I stood by hor sido, and she leaned back
fatigued, but distraetingly pretty with
tho looso hair culling nround hor
temples, sho inadvertently laid hor hand
on tlio corner of tho 'tnblo noxt mo. It
was growing thin and tho H formed by
tho bluo veins on tlio back, and which,
in tho days of youthful simplicity slio
had told mo stood for Horrimnn, stood
out with great distinctness.
I suggested being allowed to make an
arrangement removing licr from tlio
necessity of liquidating thoso debts.
Sho refused to listen. I pressed tho
matter nnavailingly.
I then wont to tho proprietor, told
him Miss Furlcy was an old solioolmnto
and a friend of mine, who was heroically
trying to save tho family residence for
hor stepmother, and asked him if ho
could not famish hor a better position;
but Frank is tho most obtuso of creatures.
Ho finally askt-.l mo if slie could keop
books, ltcmer (boring tho splurges in
that useful opistlo of here, I felt b
means confident, but soldi:
“Give her tho books, nny way, and
look to mo for damages."
Ho found that slie wrote a neat hand,
and had a slight inkling of donblo
entry ; but when it eamo to tho subject
of remuneration, and slio asked him
how much ho line! paid his last book-
kooper, bo had tho stupidity to reply:
Ho had 8800, . but I sliuli allow you
ei/iiK).'
All 1” Raid slie, “lie was an old and
oxporioneod bookkeeper, whilo I know
littlo about it. Why under such cir
cumstances do you increase tlio salary ?”
Frank wouldn’t have scniplod at an
entire series of equivocations in his own
behalf, but since only my interests wore
at stake, liis conscienco bocarno as ton-
dor as George Washington's. Ho finnlly
acknowledged that tlio increase was pro
vided for by a friend.
I shall accept tlio position nt 8800,”
said she, with dignity.
I went up and hold a conversation
with Hannah. I “reasoned” with hor;
“sot things in their' true light;” I
niado matters clear." It did seem ad
if sho might boo, but she wouldn’t.
Upon the urgent and repeated invita
tions of my mother sho consented to
spend her Sabbaths at our place. Sho
was in tlio frequent receipt of lottcrs
from her stepmother, iu which tho
most uffoctiounto sentiments were
couched in tho most beautiful langungo,
and on Sunday evenings slio used to
read mo extracts from these letters with
tears in hor oyes.
Tho pay-day eamo at length whereon
I was morally certain sho would recoivo
onough to complete hor payments. I
went to seo hor ut hor boarding-placo
that ovoning, nnd broached the doforred
subject. She attempted evasion, but I
had decided that if ovor I was to have
my own wny in this connection it was
timo I began. Tho result was I went
homo with her the next day.
Wo found Mrs. Farley had just de
cided to marry tlio former chairman
of that board of road commissioners
who wouldn’t fill up my father’s mud-
puddlo.
I think, Hannah,” said Bhe, reflect
ively, “ that perhaps we’d better dispose
of tlio proporty, and tako our re
spective portions to purchase our trous
seaux with.”
They did accordingly, and one “ re
spective portion ” was mado up as quickly
as I could spur on an able and experi
enced corps of dressmakers.
During the'years that have elapsed
since that oventful poriod, onr domostie
lifo has been somotimos critical, and
often peculiar, but always jolly. I’ve
novor seen the hour when in tlio inmost
recesses of my heart I’ve regretted that
my father’s family onco resided opposite
that mud-puddle and Hannah Ann.
S/iri nyfield Rep it Mica n.
For an early crop of peas plant early
in tho spring, just os soon as tlioro is no
longer any frost in tho ground. Gliooso
a southorp exposure, ond, if possiblo, a
northwestern protection. Tho warmer
tho plnco tho bettor. It is our practice,
as far ns possible, to prepare onr ground
tho autumn previous, so that tho fertil
izers may become flnoly mixed with the
soil. Wo have found old leaf mold a
very good manure. Wo prefer double
rows for at. least the tall sorts, which
should bo bushed when thoy aro five
inches high, having previously beon
hoed. Tho raiiiB will pack tho earth
around the young plants, and it needs
good stirring. Tho doublo rows we
make soven inches apart, and from that
to tho noxt doublo about four (cot. It
lias boon our plan in order to get a good
start to sift some earth and fertilizers,
get n number of pans or boxos, soak
tho pens over night and plant
in tho boxes, two inohos of lino
earth to a good sprinkling of
soaked Hoed, ono after tho othor to
tho top. Tho boxos aro put in a warm
room in tho sunshine or near a stove,
and tho earth is kept moistonod with
tepid wator. When tlio ground is ready
tho boxes aro takon into tlio garden,
tlio earth and peas aro gently dumped
out, and, as tho peas will bo found to
have sprouted, thoy must bo carefully
dropped into tho drills, with fear th§t
tho sprouts may bo broken. Then they
must bo gontly covorod. Wo plant peas
so that they aro not more than a naif
inch apart, somotimos almost touch, and
our success with peaB lias boen vory
great. In fact, wo bail tho vanity to
try and show our country neighbors
that a family can liavo plonty of peas,
and good ones. As to varieties our
tastes may bo peculiar, but wo do not
liko tho littlo, round, plump peas, and
would rather tako castor oil than a doso
of tlio old-fashioned marrowfats.
Wo liko tho wrinkled, green,
sweet Rorts, which, when cooked, wo
surrounded with juice and eaten with a
spoon. Tho Philadelphia. pen is very
early, and is a saleable early pen lii
market. For our personal use wo do not
want it. Tho American wondor is a nice
wrinkled dwarf pea—needing no brush
—but its coat is considerable, and we
do not proposo it for any but tho rich.
For a somewhat tall, early poa nooding
brush, givo us tho Alpha. It is the loo-
cream of peas. It is very early. Olio
year it did not yield well with us; tlio
noxt year it did. The Premium Gom is
our favorito early dwarf pen—tho most
satisfactory early sort that wo liavo evor
planted. Next to that wo liko tho Littlo
Gom. No ono can go wrong on that
variety. It is dwwf. For safety and for
general early crop we commond it. For
tlio later gonoral crop there is no choice.
Of courso tho Ohampiou of England is
the champion of pens.
I llllzlnu Hour Hum.
As good a way as any to utilize boro
dust, and have it prepared for immedi
ate plant food, is to mix it with barn
yard manure. Heat is soon generated,
and decomposition both of tho bone
dust and tho manure takes place. Barn
yard manure genomlly laekR phosphoric
acid, whilo bones contain n largo quan
tity. A ton of pure bone dust contains
as much nitrogen as eight and a half
tons of fresh stablo manure of an aver
age quality. Tho quantity of phos
phoric acid contained in tho manure
depends upon the kind of food consumed
by tho animals, though tho ton of bono
dust contains as much phosphoric acid
as 110 tons of stable manure, .but ono
tone of the latter contains more potash
than five tons of bono dust.
Ill flic I'oultry-lloiiMf.
A correspondent of tlio Country Gentle
man Rays : Korosono nnd lard are us
essential in the poultry-houso as soap
and wator in the nursery, and I would
as soon think of going without the latter
us tlio former. I never see a sign of a
louso unless wo are cureless and neglect
tlio remedy, or rather the preventive.
I do not watt until the cljickcns nro ten
or twolvo days old, for by that timo the
mischief would bo done; but I begin
tho fall boforo, and all through tho
winter, onco in two or threo wcoks, rub
tlio roosting poles with a mixture of
lard and kerosene, half and half, and
put u littlo on tho comors of tho nest
boxes. When I sot u hen I use now,
soft, clean hay, and on each corner of
the box pour clear kerosene; it must
not toucli the eggs. If very late in the
season, it will bo best to repeat this
a fow days before hatching. I take the
clucks out as fast as they aro dry, and
koop thorn by tlio kitchen stove iu a
basket under a woolen blanket for ono
or two days. Tbon each chick's head is
nibbed with the anti-louso mixture,
and any stray insect that may liavo lain
in wait in some unguarded spot will
never obtain a .meal from that chick.
Caro must bo takon not to put on too
much, or it will run into the eyes.
Once a young assistant used it so freely
that thirty chicks became entirely blind,
and died from starvation.
By a “Galway jury” is meant an
independent jury, neither to be brow
beaten nor led by tho nose. In 1G35-
cortain trials wero held in Ireland, re
specting tho right of tho crown to the
counties of Ireland. Leitrim, Roscom
mon, Sligo and Mayo gave judgment in
favor of the crown, but Galway stood
out, whereupon each of the jury was
fined 820,000
tho time expires!'
She had set herself about earning
money to pay the indebtedness.
Tho Golden Horn, tho inlet of the
Bospliorous, on which Constantinople
stands, is so called from its shape and
beauty. Tho Golden Gate of Constanti
nople consists of a triumphal arch,
surmounted with a bronzo Statute of
Victory. It was added by Theodosius to
Constantine’s wall.
The Brooklet.
Wlicnco comest thou, Ok, little brook,
With silvery voice and limpid look?
liovnal to ono nil worn with strife
Tlio secret of thy Joyous lifo.
Tlio rock's dark bosom is my homo,
Through field and woody glen I come;
Tlio kindly heavens, serene and cool,
Aro mirrored in my shining pool.
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And so my lifo ia full and free,
What matter whoro my courso shall bo ?
Sinco Ho who brought me to tho day
Will surely guide mo all tho way.
—From the German oj Gath*.
HUMOR OF THE
t.
Tho Bay of Naplos and tho Bay of
Biscay—wliat horseman has a finer pair
of bays.—Steubenville Herald.
A down-Eost girl who is engaged to a
lumberman says she has caught a feller.
—Boston Bulletin.
There is nothing on earth so lowly but
that duty givotli it importance—except
sifting nslios on tho nigh side of a
healthy wind.
Boers aro not by any means confined
to Houth Africa. It is astonishing how
many aro to be met with on a single
divy’B travel in the United States.
A man who offered bail for a friend
was asked by tlio judgo if he had any
incumbranco on his farm. “Oh, yes/’
said lie—“ my old woman.”
Somo enterprising searcher after
painful realities tells us that the cucum
ber was cultivated 8,000 years ago.
Tho inference is probably drawn from
tho fact that many bodies at that early
date wero interred in n sitting postnre,
if doubled up with tho cramps.—
Modern Argo.
“ I’m sitting on the style, Mary," he
warbled, as he unconsciously planked
himself on her new white bonnet. “Oh,
whisper what thou foolest," sho mur
mured, us sho promptly introduced an
inch and a half of shawl pin through his
opidonnis.—Elevated Railway Jottrnal.
There is in Baltimore a boy named
Ollio,” who is just out of dresses. A
friend of tho family asked Ollie “ Whose
boy lio was?" “I’m mammy’s boy."
“ Why, Ollie I" said his father, reproach
fully. “ Yob," continued Ollie, “and
I’m pajia’s boy." “ How can that be?"
asked tho friend. “ Why, my gracious I”
was tho roply, “ can’t a wagon have two
horses ?"
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IloiiKeliolU ninth.
If, when bread is taken from the oven,
tho loaves are turned topside down in
tlio liot tins and are allowed to stand a
few minutes, the crust will bo tender
and will cut easily.
When washing flno laces, do not uso
starch at all; in tlio last water in which
they are rinsed put a littlo fine white
sugar, dissolve it thoroughly, and the
result will be pleasing.
No housekeeper should put quick
silver on her bedsteads. Tlie minoial
is absorbed by thoso sleeping upon
them, causing paralysis and many other
serious and fatal diseases.
To keop bread moist, liavo tho dough
stiff when it is set for the last rising.
The larger tho proportion of flour to
that of moisture in the clough the longer
it will keop moist. After the bread is
baked and cold, put in a tin box or an
earthen jar with close cover, and keep
it covered tightly. Bread thus made
and kept cool, and always from tho air,
will last and be moist for a week.
t’rc-hlstorlc Footsteps.
Oregon, the Arcadia for the red man,
rich in minerals and fertile in soil, held
a numerous population of aborigines
who still flourished when the white man
sot foot within its borders. Thoy dwelt
near tho rivers nnd tho shore of tho
ocean, wero wnrliko and primitive, float-
ed their canoes upon the streams and
lived their wild lifo undisturbed. Less
than a century lias swept them into obli
vion, leaving only a fow bleached bones,
a fow stono idols, and a fow implements
of warfare and domestic uso. No earth
works, nor tomples, houses, nor pottery
remain. Yet tradition and the great
shell beds provo tlmt numerically these
pooplo wero strong. Thinking of thoir
sudden extinction, we may well wondor
nt tho brevity of lmman life ond the effac
ing power of time, wlio passes liis hand
over a raco and it disappears like
figures under a sponge. These people
worshiped, for they have left thoir
idols. Thoy joyed, sorrowed and loved
in their mdo way, and now tlioro remains
of them only a few feeble creatures in
tlio lowest scale of humanity.
Then there are the mound builders, of
Ohio, that curious race long departed,
wlio loft thoir earthworks to puzzle a
civilized peoplo. Ono writor describes
tho obsorvatory mounds as forming a
chain of signal stations so located as to
communicate across tho country from
valloy to valley. Tlioy aro built upon
tho highest hilltops, and undoubtedly
served tho pooplo wlio built them as
telegraphs whoso messages wero beacon
lights. Insido these mounds is an arch
of clay and stone and an altar. These
and some flint implements are all thkt
remain of tlioso vanished tribes. That
they leaned toward civilization, and had
a certain form of government is a theory
not unsupported by tho traces thoy have
left. They tilled tho soil and cultivated
art in figures sculptured from the hardest.
stone.
Another race was contemporaneous
with the mound builders. They were
agricultural and ingenious, and they
wrote their history for us in curious pot-
tery. Eartlion vessels shaped like tor
toises, sliolls, fisli and birds are found in
the pottery mounds in Missouri. They
carved stono with great skill, too. Hu
man heads of almost Grecian beauty
adorn many of their works. They, too,
suddenly disappeared, leaving behind
them a wonderful record in stone and
pottery. All that romains of their pa
tience, industry and skill are found in
tlicir mounds, graves, and in the relics
scattered about tlio vicinity of the habi
tations. Wliat wind of fate swept them
out of existence is not yet known.
Near Joliet, Illinois, a row of human
skeletons with copper ear ornaments be
side them were found recently, and sev
eral sections of Minnesota send news of
similar discoveries. Ono mound revealed
six hundred skeletons, supposed to be
the remains of Indian braves slain in a
battle' which tradition says took place
several centuries ago between tbo Ohip-
pewas and Sioux, the former winning the
day.
Everywhere over tho earth lio buried
tho tribes'and races that flourished be
fore history was, and before civilization
began. How limitless is the store of
facts tlio silent earth holds hidden in
licr bosom I.Ages pass and races perish
yet she loses not the record of either.
Under her fresh and smiling face, green
with verdnro and bright with flowers, are
the tombs of the centuries. Wonderful
are the forces of nature, the laws of
change. Who can contemplate the
mighty evolution of the universe and not
feel the egotism of his soul grow less, and
h uir in fancy the tramp of the army of
a race in their march toward oblivion?f 9
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