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NO. 5.
Dispute in eager play,
Swoot, childish voices in my ear
Are sounding ail the day;
Yet, sometimes, in a sudden huab,
I soom'to hear a tone
Suoh as my little boy’s had boon
If I had kopt my Own.
And when, ofttlmes, they come to me,
As evening hours grow long,
And bog mo wlnningly to give
A Btory or a song,
I see a pair of star-bright eyes
Among the others shine—
Tho eyes of him who no’or has heard
Story orsong of mine.
At night I go my rounds, and pause
Eaoh whito-draped cot beside,
And note how flushed is this one’s cheek,
How that one’s curls lie wide;
And to a oornor tonantlosa
My swift thoughts fly apaco—
That would have boen, if ho had lived,
My other darling’s plaoe,
The yoars go fast; my ohildrcn soon
Within tho world of men
Will find their work and venture forth,
Not to return again;
But thoru is ono who oannot go—
I shall not bo alone.
The little boy who nover lived
Will always be my own.
—Mary W. Plummer, in the Century,
A Double Mistake.
"A letter for y<m, Aunt Thankful.”
A bright yonng face, like a gleam of
April snnshine, flashed into the room
where Miss Thankful Moore sat knit
ting—a pretty, girlish faoe, with a
sanoy dimple in either oheek and a
merry sparkle in tho laughing eyes. A
mammoth blne-oheok apron mnoh too
large for her quito enveloped her slen
der form, and both sleeves were fastened
up above the elbows, displaying two
plump, snowy arms, the sight of which
would have sent thrills of envy to the
heart of any ballroom belle.
" Lay it on the table, child, and go
back to your morning’s work.”
" Who do you suppose it’s from?”
questioned tho girl, turning the lotter
over and viewing the superscription
onrionsly,
"I’ll see soon’s ever I’ve knit to
’he seam-needle, I make it a p’int
never to lay things aside all in a
muddle, no matter what happens.”
The girl oolored consciously.
“ Oh, that everlasting seam-needle!
I believe sometimes yon knit post it
just to keep mo waiting.”
“ Harriet 1”
Miss Thankful never used this name
in addressiug her niece except wheD
extremely displeased. Slowly aud
carefully she folded her work, sticking
tho needles flrmly and seourely into the
ball; then wiping her speolaeles an un
necessary length of time on her spotless
apron she adjustod them in their
proper position aoross her nose and
took np the letter.
Meanwhile Harrie had flown baok to
the kitchen, where she gave vent to
her impatience by making a great
clattoring among tho breakfast d ' ts
“ She’s tho dearest old auntie in tho
world I” she said; “but she does try
me so with her awful precision. She’d
like to have mo spend the rest of my
life in the unvarying routine of the old
family clock on the mantel yonder.
But I can’t; I’m too full of life and
activity. I want something new, and
dearly as I love her I’d like a change
once in a while. Aunt Thankful and
the old clock are exactly alike. Tho
tick, tiok, tick of the olook and the
click, cliok, olick of her knitting-needles
are about the only sounds I hear, except
the occasional racket I make just by
way of variation. The clock is a per
fect model of accuracy and promptness;
so is she. They never make a mistake
or go wrong.”
In the next room Miss Thankful
Moore had taken the letter from the
envelope and had read it through twice
before commenting upon it. Then
dropping it into her lap her faoe
assumed a thoughtful expression, her
eyes took on a dreamy look; and no
wonder, for she was gazing far bade
into the past—full forty years.
“ Strange, strange I” she murmured,
meditatively, “that Mehetable should
have writ to me after all these years.
Sho’s moved to Brambleville quite
lately, and wants to renew our acquaint
ance, she eays. Only twenty-five miles
from here an’ the oars run right past her
housa an’ mine. Seems ’most like ’bein
neighbors. She’s a widow, poor thing I
an’ her ohildren are all dead an’ gone
but Nell. Well, well I I haven’t been
called upon to pass through them af
flictions; an’ I reckon, on the hull, as
how I’m about as contented as most o’
women o’ my age. I’m right glad that
she hasn’t any boys. Her Nell must bo
quite a girl. Mehetable’s every bit as
old as I am, an’ Nell’s her youngest,
she said. I wouldn’t wonder if she’s
about Harrie’s age I Dear me I how
that girl does fret. She’s so lonesome.
I don’t know’s I blame her, either. I
was young an’ chipper once myself.
Mehetable writ an invite for me to come
spend a week or two with her. I
couldn’t think of leaving home for so
long a time. Things would go to rack
an’ruin if I did. But it would be a
real treat for Harrie, an’ I could run
she’s ready to oome home. If Meheta
ble’s as glib a talker as she used to be
we can talk up the past forty years in
two days an’ not half try. It’s a blessed
thing that she’s only got a daughter. If
she had grown-up sons I’d nevor think
o’ lettin’ Harrie go; for she is pretty,
there’s no denyln’ that. Yes, I’ll an
swer Mehetable’s letter right off an’
ask her if Harrie may oome for a week
or two. It’ll be a change for her, an’
like as not she’ll be more contented
Bfter she get’s home again.”
“A letter for yon, mother, and the
very superscription Is as good as a
photo of the writer. loan imagine a
prim, dignified spinster of nnoertain
age, to whom the least shadow of in-
deoorum is an unpardonable sin. Mrs.
Mehetable Morton I Why, little mother
Hetty, your very namo looks unnatural;
it is so painfully preoise. I wonder if
she acoepted your invitation to make ns
a visit. I hope not, for we’ll have to
drop all pet names while she’s here.
She’ll Mehetable yon and Nelson me. I
wouldn’t wonder but that sho considers
it altogether too familiar to address
people by their given names, and we’ll
be at onoe promoted to Mr. and Mrs.”
“Do let me take the letter, Nel. I’m
so anxious to read what she has written.
She used to be my dearest friend, years
ago, when we were little girls. I haven’t
seen her for a great many years
Ah, just as I thought I She eau’t leave
home for any length of time; bnt she
writes that Peter’s ohild—Peter was her
brother, two or three years younger
than herself—is with her. She thinks
that the child is lonely and ueeds a
change quite badly. If it will not be a
bother to ns she will send Harrie down
for n week or two, and she will oome
at tho end of that time and make me a
short visit.”
Nel pnokered np his lips and gave
vent to a long, expressive whistle.
“ A little boy’s next thing to an old
maid. What will we do with the small
tornado, mothor?”
“ Oh, Nol, you’ll have to amuso him
in some way 1 As Jpr me, I rather like
the idea of having a jshild about once
more. I’vo lost my little boy, you
know,” with a fond, upward glanoe.
‘' Speaking of that lost boy of yours
reminds me that I’vb an old ohest of
tools in tho garret, and I’ll win Iris
everlasting friendship and bring the
condemnation of Annt Thankful down
on my devoted head by presenting thorn
on tho very day of his arrival.”
“I’ll have Bridget fix up tho little
room next to yours for Harrie. She
can make it so oozy and pleasant; and
you must take him out on the lake in
your sail-boat occasionally,” said Mrs.
Morton, whoso kindly heart was in
stantly filled with plans for the oomfort
and pleasure of the oxpooted guest.
“ What a pity that the depot isn’t
nearer I” said Nel, reflectively. “I
guess I’ll take tho horses instead of the
carriage when I go to meet him. The
little fellow will be delighted with a
horsebaok ride. Who ever saw a boy
that wasn’t?”
“Of course he will, the pcor little
dear. I expect he’s had rather a sorry
time of it with only Thankful for com
pany. He shall make all the noise ho
likes for tho next two weoks."
Mrs. Morton instantly answered Miss
Moore’s letter, setting an early day for
Harrie’s visit.
The day arrived and Nel, with one
of the carriage ponies and his own
handsome horse, started for the depot.
In a few moments the train came thun
dering in and the usual bustle and
hurry ensued.
Nel vaiulv searched among the new
arrivals for his little charge. There
was a little boy with his nurso and a
big boy with his father; but no boy an
swering the description of the one Nol
was in searoh of.
“ Dear me!” he said, in perplexity,
«t hope he hasn’t been taken on with
the train.’
At that moment he espied a young
lady, whoso wide, bine eyes wore a
very anxious expression as she searched
the faces of those about her in a vain
attempt to find the one for which she
was looking. Stepping up to her side
Nel lifted his hat politely and asked
her if he oould assist her in any way.
" I expected a young lady ,o meet me
at this train, but I fear that something
has occurred to detain her,” she said,
with tears of vexation in her eyes.
“ And I came to esoort a little boy,
who has failed to put in an appearance,
to my home,” he said, smiling. “If
you will tell me the young lady’B namo
perhaps may assist you in finding her
residence.”
“ Her name is Miss Nell,Morton,” she
answered.
“ And the little boy I was to meet at
this train was'Harrie Moore I” exolaimed
Nel, while his features went through a
series of oomical contortion, in a vain
attempt to conceal the merriment which
this ludicrous mistake stirred up within
him.
« Are—you—Nell ?”
Harrie looked up at the tall, hand
some .broad shouldered young man in
bewildered surprise, scarcely knowing,
—0“ V V "W UIIB-
take.
“My name is Nelson, but mother
always calls me Nel," he explained,
pitying her evidont embarrassment.
“And you must bo Harrie, whom
mother sent me to meet. I shall have
to take you into tho ladies’ waiting
room while I make some changes in my
arrangements for oonveying you home.”
Procuring a haek he plaoed her in it,
and after giving tho directions to the
driver he mounted his horse and
taking the pony’s bridle rode by the
side of the haok, so that ho might reach
home in time to introduce Harrie to his
mother and relieve her from further
embarrassment.
“It is all on ocoount of the names,”
said Mrs. Morton, laughing heartily,
as she kissed Harrie’s flashed cheeks;
“ bnt I’m ever so glad that yon are not
a little boy, dear I I shall enjoy your
sooiety so mnoh better.”
“I shall not break my heart over the
disappointment," thought Nel, as he
oast admiring glanoes at tho bright,
animated faoe opposite.
" Oh, what would Aunt Thankful say,
if sho knew?” said Harrie, as she stood
before tho mirror, letting down her
long, gold-brown hair, in the lovely
guest-chamber where Mrs. Morton had
left hor, with a good-night kiss still
warm upon her lips.
Tho room fitted np for the little
boy’s oomfort stood unooonpied, and
Harrie knew nothing of it or the ehest
of tools with which Nel had planned
to purchase her affeotions.
“ Suoh a lovely tie I and I brought it
to Nell," she said, viewing the dainty
artiole of laoe and embroidery admir
ingly. “Just imagine this ornament
ing his shirt-front t Oh* dear, it is too
funny I" She laughed merrily. “I
wanted it myself when I bought it, only
I oonld not afford two, and now I can
have it,” she added, tying it about her
white throat and smilitfg at the pleas
ing effeot. “I shall not write one word
to Aunt Thankful about the mistake. 1
mean for onoe to enjoy myself. Mrs.
Morton is snoh a darling old lady, and
Nel is jnst splendid, if ho is a man!”
The next two weeks were the bright
est, happiest weeks of all Harrio’s ex
perience. There were suoh nice, long
talks with Mrs. Morton whilo Nol was
at bin office, which I am sorry to con
fess he neglected shamefully during
those two joyous woeks. ,
There wore carriage-rides and boat
rides, pionios and musio, until Harriet
foolish little head was nearly tnrnod
with the pleasures sho enjoyed; but
the two weeks drew to a close at last
bringing a letter from Aunt Thankful,
stating that sho would be with them on
the 5th.
Mrs. Morton and Harrie rode over to
tho depot in the carriago to moot hor,
aud brought her baok in triumph be
tween thorn.
“There’s no uso askin’ how you’ve
enjoyed your visit,” said Aunt Thank
ful, glanoing at Harrio’s bright, happy
face. “I’m only afraid that you’ll
never be contented with me again.”
“Oh, yes, I shall,” said Harrie; “for
I know that you aro tho doarest friond
I over had."
" Where’s Nell ?” asked Aunt Thank
ful, after they had entered the parlor
nnd Mrs. Morton had seatod her - guest
in a largo easy-chair.
“Nel was obliged to be absent this
afternoon and will not be at home
until tea-time,” said Mrs. Morton,
sending a mute dispatch across to Har
rie, who was obliged to leave the room
instantly, while a convulsive tremor
shook her whole form.
Harrie was coming down the stairs
as Nel opened the front door, and their
voices came floating down the long
hall and in through tho book parlor
door, which stood ajar, to where Aunt
Thankful was sitting.
“ Mehetable, who’s that man talkin’
to my Harrie?” sho asked, anxiously.
At that instant Nel and Harrie en
tered the room together.
“ Oh!” exolaimed Mrs. Morton, smil
ing complaoently, “ it’ only Nel. Miss
Moore, allow me to make you acquainted
with my son Nelson. You didn’t know
that I had suoh a groat boy, now did
you?”
“The mischief’s donel” cried Aunt
Thankful, sinking helplessly into a
chair. “ But, then,‘what can’t be cured
must bo endured,’ ” she added, philo
sophically, while Harrie blushed rosy,
and Nel laughed merrily.
“ You thought I was a young lady,
didn’t you, Miss Moore?” said he,
coming over and seating himself beside
her, and entering into conversation in
an easy, attractive way, that quite won
her lonely old heart.
Aunt Thankful proved a true prophet
in regard to the misohief which those
two happy weeks had accomplished;
but she often remarks that sinoe Harrie
must marry somebody (and pretty girls
generally do), she is awfully glad that
she chose a young man like Nel.
The official returns of persons appre
hended by the police in England and
Wales during the offioial year as con
firmed drunkards give the number at
37,940. Of these 27,878 were males
and 10>062 females.
The liage /«* Titles in Tunis.
In an entertaining paper on “ Tunis
nnd its Bey,” in the Century, Ernst von
Hesse-Wartegg, the Oerman traveler,
relates the following anecdote of Tuni
sian conrt life: Most Europeans who
reside for any length of time in the
Orient become infected with the vanity
of decorations, titles and' other sooial
distinctions. They make absurd efforts
to obtain bits of ribbon to fasten in
their buttonholes and the privilege of
wearing a narrow gold border round the
oap. Consuls in Tunis wear suoh oapB
as insignias of their office. It was prin
cipally on the solicitation of Europeans
that the bey’s order, Nishan Iftikhar,
was created; but what tho European
resident of Tunis chiefly aspires
to is a consulship, of no matter
how small and insignifloant
a government. Tho “Almanac de
Gotha” and other year-books are care
fully studied, aud foreign visitors aro
besieged by these offloe-seekers. Even
little Monaoo, of gambling fame, is
represented in Tanis by a oonsnl-
genoral, a consul and a vice-consul,
and there are also three or four eleves
consuls (oonsular pupils), dragomans
and janizaries, attached to the staff.
Several years ago one of the Italian
resident physioians, a Doctor Lambroso,
aspired greatly to become a consul,
and as 'all tho European fstatsp were
already more orj’less worthily repre
sented at tho oonrt of Mohammed es
Saddook, Dr. Lambroso conceived
the idea of becoming, consul of th
mountain republio of San Marino, the
oldost stato of Europe, but at the same
time tho smallest, as it oontains not
more than seven thousand inhabitants.
The political and commercial relations
exsting between Tan (sand San Marino
may be easily imagined. Probably few
people in either state knew of the ex--
istenoe of the other , oonntry. Never
theless, Doctor Lambroso bonght of the
small Italian repnblio the title of con
sult Tunis, and one day,'nooompanted
by a glittering staff of viee-oonsuls,
secretaries and dragomans, ho called
at the palaoe and presented to tho bey
his eredontials. Tho bey [and his
grand vizier received Dootor Lambroso
iu the same manner as thoy would
have received the embassador of
Prance. The boy inquired after
the health of the chief of state, and ex
pressed a desire to have his portrait.
As San Marino has no suoh person, not
even a president, Dr. Lambroso was
samewhat embarrassed, but neverthe
less oommunioated the bey’s request to
his government. Tho desired portrait
soon'arrived. It was evidently takcu
from an old ehurch, and represented
Saint Mariuo, tho^patron saiut of the
republio. Dr. Lambroso received a
high deooration for himsolf aud ono for
the ohief of the republio. Iu exchange,
San Marino sont tho grand cross of St.
Marino, and this exchange of civilities
onded satisfactorily to all concerned.
Opening the Car Whitlow.
Maybe a man feels happy and proud
and flattered and envied and blessed
among men when ho sees a pretty girl
trying to raise a window on a railway
car, and he jumps up and gets in ahead
of the other boys and says, “ Allow me?’
Oh, so courteously, and she says, “ Oh,
if you please; I would be so glad,’hand
the other malo passengers turn green
with envy, and ho leans over the back
of the seat and taokles the window in a
knowing way -with ono hand, if perad-
venturo he may toss it airily with a
simple turn of the wrist, but it kind of
holds on, and he takes hold with both
hands, but it sort of doesn’t let go to
any alarming extent, and then he
pounds it with his fist, but it onlj
seems to settle a “leetle” closer into
placo, and then he oomes around and
Bhe gets out of the seat to give him a
fair chance and he grapples that win
dow and bows up his baok and tugs
and pulls and sweats and grunts
and strains and his hat falls off and his
suspender buttons fetch loose, and his
vest buckle parts and his face gets red
and his feet slip and people laugh, and
irreverent young men in remote seats
grunt and groan every time he lifts and
cry out, “ Now then, all together,” as if
in mockery, and he bursts his collar
button at the forward button and the
pretty yonng lady vexed at having been
made so conspicuous says in her iciest
manner, “ Oh, never mind, thank you.
It doesn’t make any difference,” and
then calmly goes away and sits down in
another seat, and that wearied man
gathers himself together and reads a
book upside down—oh doesn’t he feet
good, just ? Maybe he isn’t happy, but
if you think he isn’t, don’t be foo
enough to extend any of your sympathy.
He doesn’t want it.—Hawkeys.
In plants a deficient diet results in
an excess of males. M. Born has re
cently found that in tadpoles a rich ni
trogenous diet favors the development
of an excessive number of females. Ev
idently in both instances the female sex
is the result of the most perfect nu
trition.
The cook of tho Aetor house in New
York has 84,000 a year and he can sling
hash in seventy-two characters.
Children’s Peet.
What a vast amount of human suffer
ing might be . prevented did parents
properly care for the feet of their ohil
dren. We do not now refer to the mat
ter of cleanliness, too often disregard
ed, bnt to those points whioh affect the
development of the feet, and direotly
concern the future oomfort of tho indi
vidual. Fortunately, the days in which
tho foot was squeezed into the smallest
possible sboe or boot have gone by.
But life-long trouble may result from
wearing shoes that are too large. When
a shoe fits badly, and there 1b with
overy step a oonstant concussion or rub
bing, the skin thickens at that point.
At first this trouble may belong
only to the surfaoe skin or cuti
cle, but aftor a tirno the true skin
is affeoted, and in some eases even the
muscles may become involved and
painfully diseased. Those troubles,
when small, aro called corns; when
larger and on the ball of the great toe,
“ bunions,” and on the heel, “ribos.”
All have the same origin, an nndne,
long-continued local pressure, and are
all the same nature, being an attempt
to resist this pressuro^by a thiokening
and hardening of the skin, while the
parts below beeome exceedingly sens!
tiveand painfnl. Corns of whatever
description may result, from a pressure
of too tight a shoe, or the frequont
rubbing of one that is too loose.
Yonng people should always have well
fitting shoes, and if they wear woolen
stockings all the time they will be more
likety to eaoape corns than with cotton
ones.
Mleterteal Biscuits.
For some time Texas has been re
joicing in the possession of what was
deolared to be the oldest biscuit in the
conntry—a biscuit whioh a soldier car
ried home from the war in his pcoket.
Twenty years did seem a tolerable age
for an artiole of food, bnt it is never safe
to boast of an antiquity until Boston lint
been heard from.- Trno to her fame,
Boston stops smilingly forward with two
biscuits whioh were brought to this
country in 1C8G by Hobart Pierce and
Ann bis wife in the good ship Mary and
John, Captain Bquob. In 1640 Robert
Pierce built the house whioh one of his
descendants now oocnpies, and which
has nev. r been owned or occupied by
any but his male descendants, and is
belie red to bo ono of tho oldost dwell
ing houses now in tho limits of Boston.
The bread spoken of appears to be
made from coarse oatmeal, and is as
dry and bard as wood, so that there is
no reason why it may not last 250 years
longer. It has nover beon out of the
house except on two occasions, onoe
when Mr. Everett delivered his oralnn
on tho settlement of Dorohesterin 1855,
and onoe when it was placed in a loan
collection on Boaoon street iu 1875. It
has beon carefully guarded with several
artioles of furniture, a oano, eta., handed
down from father to son, but never al
lowed to be taken from the house, ex
cept as above mentioned.—New York
Tribune.
A Singing Mien In Court.
Aeeordiug to tho Beading (Pa.) News
a novel case was heard before ’Sqniro
Wilson, of East Nottingham township,
Chester county, Pa., recently. Last
spring a farmer of East Nottingham
had thirty ohiokens stolon. Summer
wore away, but no trass of the lost
fowls. A short time ago the ohioken
owner visited a farmer in the same
township, and while looking at the
fowls on tho premises saw a hen whieh
he thought resembled one of the num
ber stolen from him. He inquired how
the farmer obtained it, when a conver
sation followed and concluded by tho
poultry owner saying: “ If that ohiok
en comes to mo when I call her by
name she is mine." This was agreed
to. “Annie, Annie,” oalled the owner,
and sure enough tho hen came to him.
"Jump upon my hand." Up jumped
Annie. “Nowsing for a grain o' corn,
Annie,” oalled the owner. The pretty
little hen immediately began to sing in
her fowlish stylo a solo which fully con
vinced the two men to whom she right
fully belonged. The thief and pet ohiok-
n were brought before the ’Squire,
who heard the story and Annie’s solo
and sentenced the thief.
The statistical office at Vienna has
published some interesting particulars
with regard to the press in Austria.
They show that from 876 in 1875 the
total number of [periodicals rose to 969
in 1876, to 1,001 in 1877, to 1,050 in
1878, and to 1,074 in 1879. The in
crease, therefore, during the five years
was at the rate of twenty-two per cent.
This total comprises publications of
every description, the greatest number
of political journals appearing at Vi
enna, while Bohemia has seventy-four
political journals for 5,500,000 inhabit
ants, and Galicia thirty for 6,000,000
inhabitants.
A baby can put its rosy little toe in
its mouth more easily than its father
can; but, when it comes to putting his
whole foot in it, the man of years and
experience can discount the baby half
a hundred and then run oat.
THE MERCURY.
PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY*
NOTICE. -
4*»A11 oommunlcatlons Intended for thk po-
per must b. accompanied with ths Ml same
the writer, not neoemaril; for pnNIneriim, M
m egaanntee et good folth.
We are la no way impcariNe for the riewset
indoioneof oorrMponcUnls,
SI
An India Rubber Man.
The New York dooton have been In
vestigating tho peculiarity exhibited in
the person of Heinrich Haag, who takes
handfuls of his skin and palls it ont se
thongh it were so much India rabbet.
Hoir Haag is a lightly-built German
with reddish-brown heir, sandy mus
tache and whiskers and bine eyes, and
weighs only 180 ponnds. .The most
critical observer, seeing him in a state
cf repose, would fail to find anything
queer about him. But all the medical
men gasped when, seizing the skin of
his throat, he hanled it np so far os to
completely mask bis faoe np to the eye
brows. Then he drew down the skin
over eaoh eye so as to lap over on the
check, pnlled the skin at the point of
his nose down to his chin, elatohod the
skin of his breast and hanled it ont a
good seven inohes from his body,
reached over his shoulders and dragged
up flaps of skin that looked from the
front as if he woe palling an India rub
ber blanket over his book, and soizing
the skin of his knee drew it ont so fsr
that he twisted it np in a knot as one
might a wet towel. Whenever .the skin
was lot go it glided book smoothly into
plaoe without a wrinkle, and. locked
like anybody else’s skin.
The doctors examined him thoroughly
and with mnoh interest, and pronounoed
it a case of " dermatolycis ” and said
Herr Haag’s cutiole’was nowhere joined
to his mnsonlar tissne. On his right
arm there is a soar, where the Vienna
dootors had taken off a piece of the skin
aboat four inohes long and a half inoh
wide. They fonnd that the skin hod
no connection with the flesh of the arm.
The skin npon his ears, his hands, hie
feet and bis head showed this same
elastio quality. In foot Herr Hoag can
wrap himself np in the mantle of hie
elasticity, can pull the entiele oat
above his knee-pans and wring it like
a cloth, and oan slide around inside him*
self to a really alarming extent.
A Mini liter’s Predicament.
Daniel Webster had an anecdote of
old Father Soarle, the minister of
his boyhood, which is too good to be
lost: It was customary then to wear
knee breeches in cold weather. One
Sunday morning iu autumn Father
Searle brought his breeches down from
the garret, but tho wasps had taken
possession during the summer, and
were having a nice timo of it in them.
By dint of effort he got out the introdere
and prepared for meeting. But, while
reading the Soriptores to the congrega
tion, he felt a dagger from the enraged,
nmall-waisted fellows, arid jumped
around the pnlpit slapping his thighs.
But the more ho slapped and danced,
the more they stung. Tho people
thought him crazy, but he explained the
matter by: “Brethren, don’t be
alarmed; the word of the Lord is in my
mouth, but tbe devil is in my breeches 1’’
Webster always told this with great
glee to the ministers.
Perfumes and Oacotte.
It iB discovered that perfumes exert
a healthy influence on the atmosphere,
converting its oxygen Into ozone. Oher-
ry, laurel, clover, lavendoty mint, juni
per, fennel and bergamot develop the
largest quantity of ozone.. Flowers
without perfume do not develop it, but
the flowers of naroissiu, mignonette,
heliotrope and lily of the valley de
velop it in dose vessels. Odorous
flowers, cultivated in marshy plaoes,
would be valuable in purifying the
air.
Mow to Cure <s Cold.
Nothing is moro necessary than to re
store the ootivity to the skin. Taking
cold closes the pores of tbe skin, end
the thiity or forty ounces of effete mat
ter which wonld otherwise pass off from
the pores every twenty-four hours are
retained in the eironlation, and ore
often thrown npon the mucous mem-
brano, causing irritations if not inflam
mations. [a this condition nothing
gives more speedy rolief than a Russian
vapor or Turkish bath. The old-fash
ioned method of drinking herb teas and
piling on blankets is mnoh better than
neglect; better still is an alcohol bath.
For this parposo scat the patient in a
cane seated ohaii; wrap blankets about
him and pin them closely sbont tbe
nook; allow the blankets to f*ll to tho
floor so as to exclude all air£then placo
in a little saucer a little alcohol and
light it; when lighted raiso the blankets
and push the saucer under the choir.
Ropoatedly reuew the alcohol till the
patient is brought to profuse porspira.
tion. Then, without removing tbe
blankets, he should wipe himself dry
and creeping from the chair to tho bed
pass ns carefully nnd quickly as possi
ble beneath the bod clothing while
shedding the blankets used for the bath.
A good night’s rest with a warm cover
ing and a sponge bath in the morning
in a warm room, using cool bnt not cold
water, will give the patient relief. Ex
posure to the cold air should, however,
bo avoided for twenty-'our hours to
give time for the recuperative powers
to do their work and prepare the skin
to tako care of itself.—Dr. Foote’s Health
Monthly.
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