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Fitzgerald Leader. FITZGEKALD, GEORGIA. —PUBLISHED BI— KNAPP (to SO 1ST. The Court of Appeals in New York has held that it was no ground for a new trial because the jury in a murder case ’ attended church on Sunday in custody of the sheriff and heard a ser¬ mon on the prevalence of crime. Kansas City, Mo., boasts of 23,000 marriages since 1881 a»d claims that the conditions in that community are favorable to the conjugal relation, which is the great conserving force of society. They denote that marriage is far from being a failure in that city. There are, according to an eminent archaeologist, no lees than from 120 to 130 absolutely distinct .languages in North and South America. As tho growth of language is very slow, he thinks the fact of itbe existence of so great a variety of upeech on the Wes¬ tern continents proves 'that the native red men have inhabited-them for many thousands of years. Birds, including "domestic poultry, have long been accepted in popular belief as reliable weather prophets. A German professor explains this seem- ingiy mysterious gift on simple scien- tific lines. Birds, lie says, are the most warm-blooded of all animals, and use up more air than other animals. Not only , their „ . , lungs, , but air-sacs, . in various parts of then- body, are ex- tended with air, wherefore a change in atmospheric ^pressure is soon felt by them. There will be joy among lovers of animals when they read the will of Mr. Samuel Beckett Chadwick, an English justice of the peace. He be- queaths , ten , shillings , .... per week , for „ the ,, maintenance of his horse Belshazzar, and directs that he shall not be worked after his master’s death, and to his dog , Grip „ . he , bequeaths , ,, the ,, sum of . five „ shillings per week for maintenance, Grip may ho considered a “lucky dog,” for he ought to be able to live well on his legacy, for a dog’s range Of diet is so much greater than a horse’s. Poor Belshazzar will be lim- ited, of course, to strictly vegetarian dainties. The newspaper “Le Petit Parisien,” of Paris, saysthat “although the face of Europe has changed, we always re¬ main hereditary antagonists in British opinion. In London one does not admit that the world is sufficiently large for every nation to find room for itself, when Great Britain desires to colonize and thus carry civilization into any country still barbarous. France is not the only country which has suffered by these aspirations of England. Whosoever attempts any¬ thing anywhere is certain to have to contend against English -agitations. The Germans have noticed,this as well as ourselves.” Probably the cleanest, neatest-look- ing farmB in all the world are .in Italy. The Italian farmer is far from being the lazy, shiftless creature we .assume the typical Italian to be, writes Ewing Cockrell in the American Agricultu-* ist. A most impressive illustration of the cleanliness of their fields came under my notice recently. I was traveling in Northern Italy with a gen- man and his wife, who lived in my home town in the “States.” Their house and yard were very handsome and always kept in the best of .order. My friend had bought a sandwich at the last station, anil raised the win¬ dow to throw the bag out. “John,” cried his wife, catching his arm, “in¬ deed, you sha’n’t—it would be simply a shame to throw a speck of paper out there on those fields. Why, they are every bit as neat as our front yard,” And she had her way, too. The attention of the powerful Ab¬ origines’ Protection Society in Lon¬ don has been called to a new curse that is now being forced upon the natives in South Africa. Liquor of the most fiery and poisonous descrip¬ tion, specially distilled for native con¬ sumption, has long constituted a seri¬ ous obstaole iu the way of those who desire to civilize the Kaffir, and is wrecking the dusky races of Africa, morally as well as physically. Not con¬ tent with this, the Europeans have now initiated the black man to tho charms of opium, the nefarious traffic of which is carried on openly in the Transvaal, where white people keep dens in which Kaffir men and women pay sixpence a smoke. The hideous effects of the opium on the semi-savage Kaffirs who work at the mines are already showing themselves in a very marked degree, and the mine managers are unanimous in declaring that the curse is many times greater than that of alcohol. A SONC OF AUTUMN. Mo for the bending sheaves. Bright ’naath the morning blue Ho for the crimson leaves Sparkles tho frosted dew, Flaming in splendor! Gem-like and starry. Season of crib ripened and gold,! Hark how tho partridge cook Plenty in untold,' fold, Pipes to his scattered (look, Skies and depth -r ~ Mindful how swift the hawk Liquid and tender. D arts on his quarry 1 i Fav, like the goldenrod smile of God, ' Autumn is here again— ■ Hew how the ; Banners on hill and plain Ripples and tossesl Blazing and flying. Yonder, a crimson vine Hall to the amber morn, Trails from a bearded pine, Hail to the hoapt-up corn, Thin as a thread of wine Hail to the hunter’s horn, Staining the mosses. Swelling and dyingl —James Buokham, in “The Heart of Life.’' m m i A Wedding Reception 11 G By HELEN FORREST GRAVES. UST what I ex¬ si pected!” said Miss Delavigue, mournfully. She was sitting out on the bal¬ cony, where the mignonnete and . > Bgf -- m asters were all a blaze of vivid color, to enjoy the sunset; but she didn’t enjoy it any more, after Muriade Vail had told her the news. There was a band playing in the little park, whose green grass and sparkling fountain formed such a pretty picture, but she did not Wits mUsie any ionger. “Married! said Miss Delavigue, lifting her hands and drawing a sepul- chral sigh—“married! Does the whole world think, and dream, and trouble itself about nothing else?” “I’m very sorry, aunt,” said Muri¬ ade, “but—” “No, you are not,” interrupted Miss Delavigue. “Don’t begin, at this late day, to tell me falsehoods.” “I don’t mean that I’m sorry be¬ cause I’ve promised to marry Tom, ” said Muriade, with a bright spot on eaoll eheek) “because that would he a falsehood. No, indeed, I’m not sorry; but I mean I’m vexed to disappoint J ou > alln t- Muriade was a dark, Spamsh-eyed ‘ irl) ^ brows uke t vo pe rfeot arches; a red, cherry-cleft mouth, and the most roguish of dints, scarcely large enough to be dignified with the name of dimple, that came- and went in a capricious fashion in her chin. She stood, with folded hands and head slightly drooped, before the prim, elderly lady, whose black silk dress resolved itself into such perfect folds, and whose iron-gray curls hung so precisely on either side of her face. “Didn’t I take you wheii you were seven years old, and bring you up as a young lady should be brought up?” sadly demanded Miss Delavigue. “Yes, aunt.” “And haven’t I had you educated at Mademoiselle Melisse’s, with extra piano lessons, and your voice culti¬ . vated at two dollars a lesson?” went on the old lady. “Yes, aunt,” confessed Muriade. “And,” severely went _oi( the cate- chisf, “just as you were getting to be a real companion for me iu my advanc¬ ing years, you forget all this, and run off with—Tom Whitworth.” “I haven’t run off with him, aunt!” flashed out Muriade, scarcely knowing whether to laugh or cry. “But you would if you couldn’t wring a consent from me. You know you would,” said Miss Delavigue. “You’d scramble down a ladder, or climb out of a fourth-story window.” “I love him, aunt,” said Muriade, earnestly; “and he loves me.” “Rnbbish!” said Aunt Delavigue, with an energy which nearly tipped her eye-glasses from her Roman nose. “You giean that he loves your expecta¬ tions He loves the idea of inheriting my money andthisbrown-stone house, and all the shares in the Mexican sil¬ ver mines. That’s the beginning and the end,of .it!” “Never, aunt!” cried poor Muriade. “That’s well,” grimly pronounced Miss Delavigue; “because I’ve my own ideas ou the subject. I don’t know that I’m at all too old to marry myself. ” “Aunt!” exclaimed Muriade, in sur¬ prise. “Why not?” said Miss Delavigue. suppose there can be old fools as well as young ones.” •“But,” pleaded Muriade, “are you in earnest?” “Why shouldn’t I be in earnest?” “Aunt,” burst out Muriade, “is it Major Larkington? Is it? Oh, I know it isj And oh, aunt, dear, I' do so hope you will be happy! And Ma¬ jor Larkington is perfectly splendid, since he got his false teeth, only, aunt, those tedious stories of his about the war in Florida—won’t you get tired of them, if you’re obliged to hear them every day?” Miss Delavigue looked in some per¬ plexity at her niece. She had sup¬ posed that this hint would have filled Muriade with dismay and disappoint¬ ment; but on the contrary that young lady appeared to accept the idea as the most natural thing in the world. And Tom Whitworth, chancing, entirely by accident, of course, to corne in jiist about that time, coincided in Muriade’s view of affairs entirely. “The jolliest thing I ever heard of,” declared Tom, who was a fair-com- plexioned young Saxon, with ourlyyel- low locks, a blonde moustache and su¬ perb teeth—which latter was a for¬ tunate circumstance, because Tom Whitworth was always laughing. “It’s regular middle-aged romance!” “I dare say,” said Miss Delavigue, primly. “But what do you say to some one else getting all my money?" “Dear me!” said Tom, lifting his blonde brows. “It was Muriada 1 wanted, not your money, Miss Dela- vigne. Of course, if you chose to leave it to us, after you had done" with it, it would have been very acceptable. Ready cash always comes handy. Now, you know that, Muriade, as well as I do,” iu response to a warning gesture from his fiancee. “Oil, Tom, you are such a bungler!” said Muriade, half laughing, half cry¬ ing. “Well, perhaps I am,” confessed Tom. “But I want Miss Delavigue to understand the whole thing. The money is hers, and we don’t grudge it to her. And we’re ready to work for our own, aren’t we, Muriade? I’m not rich, but my office brings me a thousand dollars a year, and we’re both going to economize like every¬ thing—aren’t we, Muriade? And Ma¬ jor Larkington’s a brick, and we hope yoil’ll he happy, exactly as we’re going to lie.” And Tom Whitworth squeezed Miss Delavigue’s hand until the old lady cried out for mercy. “And now, aunt,” said Muriade, radiantly, “when is the wedding to be? And why haven’t you said any¬ thing about it before?” Miss Delaviguo hesitated a little. She blushed. Apparently she did not know what to say on the spur of the moment. “Well,” she faltered, "Major Lar¬ kingtou did say something about the twentieth of December.” “Christmas-time!” exclaimed Mu¬ riade. “Oh, Tom, how perfectly de¬ lightful! Couldn’t we manage to have our wedding at the same time?” “No,” said Tom, stoutly. “ We must be married on the first of De¬ cember. You said we should, Mn- riade, and you mustn’t go back of your word.” “But? Tom, it would only be three weeks.” “Three weeks or three days,” stoudly maintained Tom Whitworth, “you promised me, and I can’t let you off.” “Well, then, you obstinate fellow,” said Muriade, “we can be back from our trip just in time to danee at Aunt Delavigue’s wedding.” “Agreed!” said Tom, looking very happy, indeed. Apparently the young couple were in no wise discomfited at the idea of going to housekeeping on a capital of love, and love alone. Tom Whitworth began to look dili¬ gently around among dim old auction rooms and musty second-hand stores, to find something astoundingly cheap and delightfully comfortable, where¬ with to garnish the small cottage which he had decided to take a little out of town, so as to economize in rent. made a cooking class, herself a bib-apron, and began to come down into Miss Delavigue’s kitoheu to experiment in pies and puddings, dainty little tea-biscuit, and salad which might have tempted an anchorite to break his vows. And she studied np the question of polishing brasses, cleaning plate- glass, mending china, and darning table linen with notable earnestness. And she was more affectionate than ever with her aunt. “Because,” she told Tom, “there is something so pathetic about Aunt Delavigue’s happiness, coming so strangely in the autumn of her life. And I’m afraid, Tom—now don’t tell anybody—that Major Larkingtou is only going to marry her for her money, lor he is certainly ten years younger than she is, and he has only come from Philadelphia once to see her since the engagement. ” “Love is like the measles,” said Tom, philosophically, "Every one has it a different way.” While Miss Delavigue, who had been judge and jury all by herself, at least rendered the verdict to a public consisting of herself, alone, “They love each other, after all. My money had nothing to do with it. Tom loves Muriade, and Muriade has not ceased to love her old aunt, now that she no longer believes herself to be an heiress. There is such a thing as honor, and truth, and real affection in the world, after all.” The first of December came, and Miss Delavigue gave Muriade the prettiest of weddings, under a mar- riage bell pf white rose-buds and smi- lax, with an artistio little dejeuner,and the bride went away in a dove-colored silk dress, with daisies in her hat. “But, aunt,” she said, “it’s so strange that Major Larkington isn’t here?” “He couldn’t come,” said Miss Delavigue. “He’ll be on hand on the twentieth. Mind you and Tom get back in time!” “Oh, we’ll be sure to do that!” said Muriade. “And be sure, aunt, that yon thank the major for the dear little pearl locket that he sent me.” The twentieth of December came; bo did Mr. and Mrs. Tom Whitworth, fresh from the icy spray of Niagara Falls. . Miss Delavigue’s parlors were once more decorated with the choicest hot¬ house flowers, while Souberetti’s men were arranging the supper-table. The old lady herself, in pearls, point lace, and tho palest of lavender silks, stood in the middle of the room, receiving ber guests. Major Larkingtou him- self was there, looking very stiff’ and military, and an old-young lady in of a dress exactly of the same pattern Miss Delavigue’s. “You are late, Tom and Muriade,” said the hostess, beamingly. “The marriage ceremony was performed half an hour ago. Tlie major thought he would rather have it over before the guests began to arrive. Stop! Don’t congratulate me! Pm not the bride, This,” introducing the old-young lady with the profusion of curls, and the slight soupcon of powder on her cheek bones, “is Mrs. Major Helena Larkington, and my old schoolmate, Dove, who has given me great pleasure by accepting my hospitality on this occa- s j oru ” “Delighted. I am sure!” stain- mered Tom, staring with all his eyes, “Many congratulations!” faltered Muriade, scarcely they'took less amazed. And then advantage of a stream of newcomers, who monopolized the bridal pair and taxed Miss Dela- vigue with her duplicity. “Sold,” said Tom, succinctly, “com- pletely!” “Aunt, how could you deceive us so?” said Muriade. “I didn’t deceive you,” said Miss Delavigue, laughing. “I said there could be old fools as well as young ones, and I say so still. And you yourself mentioned Major Larkington! I didn’t feel myself called upon to go into any disclaimers, although 1 knew then that he was engaged to Helena Dove; and the only point I gained was the certainty that my dear niece and nephew were not heartless fortune- seekers, but loved me just as well as if they believed themselves my heirs, as well as the conviction that Tom Whitworth loved Muriade just because she was Muriade, and not the rich old woman’s only relation.” Miss Delaviguo made her will the next day, and she left all her money to Muriade and Tom, because she was easy in her mind at last. “It was a regular conspiracy,” she said; “but it revealed to me exactly what I wanted to know.”—Saturday Night. A M«g;nefci« Island. The stories of magnetic mountains that exert an attraction that cannot be withstood on all vessels that come into their vicinity have some foundation in reality, and that, too, iii the neighbor¬ hood of Germany, The well known island of Bornholm, situated in the Baltic, anil belonging to Denmark, may be regarded as a huge magnet. Although the power of this magnet is not so great that it can draw the nails out of ships, as was told of tho island in the “Arabian Nights,” the magnet¬ ism of the rocks on the island of Born¬ holm can cause a good deal of trouble to ships in quite another way. It ex¬ erts such all influence on the magnetic needle that it can cause a vessel to turn perceptibly aside from her course. This is quite possible, as the effect of this maguetie island is perceptible at a distance of nino and a half miles.— Glasgow Herald. Food and Poison Combined. One of the most deadly poisons and a common article of food are combined in a single plant. This is tapioca, a South American shrub that grows to a height of six or eight feet. The root, as well as the wood, of the plant se¬ cretes an acrid milky juioe so toxic that it kills iu a very few minutes. This quality is eliminated by heat, and that which in a raw state is so deadly is thereby converted into a nourishing and agreeable aliment. The root is grated into pulp and subjected to great pressure, which extracts all the poisonous juice. It is then heated on metal plates, which transforms it into the tapioca of commerce. It is to be hoped that this information may not disturb the equanimity of consumers of tapioca. The process employed in its conversion from a poisonous plant into a substance entirely innocuous is absolutely infallible. Woes of a Court Physician. Being physician to an Asiatic ruler parries a good salary with it, but it has its disadvantages. News comes from Persia of the death of Sir Joseph Tholozon, physician to the Shah. For thirty years Sir Joseph was the physi¬ cian and trusted confident of the Shah Nasr-ed-Din. When that ruler died and his son, the present Shah, ascend¬ ed the throne, Sir Joseph wrote to a friend in Paris saying that he was go¬ ing to resign his post, as he was afraid of his life. It would appear that his fears were only too well founded. Sir Joseph was acquainted with many of the secrets of the court, and his death was desired on that account by the new Shah. His predecessor at the Persian court is said to have been done away with for the same reasons. How Fasliions Arc Born. The curious way iu which the most serious catastrophes are reflected in the world of frivqlity sets one to won¬ dering whether anything is really se¬ rious or really frivolous. The shock¬ ing holocaust of the charity bazar in Paris is having a perceptible influence on fashion there, not by making it less thought of, but by starting anew a vogue of black and white. Persons who have lost no .relative or intimate friend by the accident nevertheless adopt this fashion, young men wear- ing black gloves and young women black and white figured gowns. MEN STILL SHANGHAIED. VICTIMS OF UNSCRUPULOUS SEA CAP- j TAINS IN WANT OF SAILORS. j Who Got Even With His A Galveston Man Abductor —Venaeanco of a Had Man From Arizona Who Was SUanKiinled— * Why Skippers Escape Prosecution. The officials of the Consular Bureau of the State Department at Washing- , ton, writes a New York Sun oorres- ' pondent, figure on receiving every j year a certain number of complaints | from shanghaied men nil over the j world. In recent years not so many men are shanghaied from American ports as there used to be, but thore are enough such cases to cause the ! State Department a good deal of bother. The best that can be done by j the department for the shanghaied men, as a rule, is to authorize the Consul at the port from which he sends his tale of woe to furnish him transportation back to the United States, and this can only be done in cases where the shanghaied man has not permitted himself to be bulldozed by the skipper of the ship that took him away from this country to sign ship’s articles for tho cruise. When the shanghaied man thus gets himself down in black and white there is rarely any redress for him when he gets back to the United States. He may wait on the pier for the ship that took him away, to come back again, and have papers of arrest served upon tho skipper for unlawful detention or kidnapping, but when the skipper gets before the United States Commis- sioner he has only to produce the ar¬ ticles signed under duress by the shanghaied man to secure his release from custody. It is only when some young man of good family falls a vic¬ tim to the shanghaies that there is a moderate chance of punishment fall¬ ing upon the ship Captain. Such a case happened, at Galveston three years ago. Angus Burrili was navigating from his club to his home early one iporning after having dined long and heavily. He fell in with a rough-looking eitizen in a cardi¬ gan jacket and a peaked cap, and presently found himself imbibing raw red liquor in a dive beneath a sailors’ boarding hogse on the wa^er This was the last of his consciousness until he awoke ill a bunk in the fore¬ castle cf clie barkentine Santa Monica; the assisting bad-eyed, him cardigan-jacketed awake clouting man was to by him on the side of the head, and Bur- rill soon discovered that he was ad¬ dressing his first mate. The Santa Monica was by this time 100 miles from Galveston ou her voyage to Odessa, Russia, with a cargo of lignum vitae. Burrili went to work like a little man, and did not emit a whimper. He was a sensible young fellow -when his head was clear, and when he saw how he was in for it he buckled down, sawed wood and did his work up to the handle. He made a pretty good seaman, for he had been one of Gal¬ veston’s leading yachtsmen, and he exhibited such philosophical content over the situation that the skipper and mates spared kirn the cruelties ordi¬ narily inflicted upon shanghaied men. When they drew up able seaman’s papers to sign he signed them unmur- muringly, Shanghaied men do no get shore liberty, but young Burrili took it when the ship cast her mudhook in Odessa harbor. He promptly jumped the ship by swimming ashore. In Odessa he operated the cable, got some money from Galveston and re- tnrned to the. United States. The Santa Monica turned up in New Or¬ leans harbor six month later. Young Burrili and his people •were there waiting for her, and the skipper got a year in prison and a $5000 line, and was deprived of his captain’s papers. The case wa3 exceptional, and the young man would unquestionably have been obliged to forego the joys of vengeance bad he not had powerful backing. When, as occasionally happens, the shanghaied man stubbordly refuses to sign articles, enduring all the torture that is inflicted upon him on account of his refusal, for the purpose of estab¬ lishing his case when he gets back to the United States, the skipper’s story before the United States Commissioner is that the shanghaied man was a stow¬ away. This story is becoming pretty threadbare, the absurdity of it being altogether too patent. It is only ships with a bad name among sailors that are reduced to the necessity of patch¬ ing out their crews with shanghaied men, and no man with ordinary com¬ mon sense would stow away on such a ship, no matter how urgent his desire to get away from land or how prodigi¬ ous his hankering for a life on the ocean wave. San Franoiscois the worst city in the United States for shanghaing, and about sixty-five per cent, of the shang¬ haied men who write their complaints to the State Department from foreign ports report that they were seized and carried aboard the ships in that port. Tho shanghaiers themselves almost always escape punishment for the rea¬ son that they rarely if ever pick a vic¬ tim who is not, something more than three parts drunk, and a man in this condition can, of co.urse, never iden¬ tify the man who entrapped him. Moreover, it is a matter of the strictest honor among skippers who accept shanghaied men not to reveal, even when they are punished themselves, the names of the shanghaiers who help them to get crews. There was a tragedy over a case of shanghaing in San Francisco six years agoi A professional shanghaier got hold of a man very drunk in the resort called the Bella Union. The sliang- haier made him still drunker by means of doped liquor, and got him over the side of the brig Morning Queen, bound for China and Japan ports in jig time, When the shanghaied man came to after the ship had got outside the Gate, he nWfS U mml % man as ever awoke for tko fitst tim© in an evil-smelling fore- castlA It happened that he was as bail a mantosever came out of Arizona. He was a desperado named Luke Laflin, a close member of the olique to which the Earp brothers belonged, and he had gone to San Francisoo irom Tucson, his headquarters, for the an¬ nounced purpose of beooming exceed¬ ingly drunk for a season. He soon showed that he had not intended that the finish of his drunk should be in the forecastle of the Morning Queen. He had barely rubbed his eyes and looked around him before he was at the cabin door in half a dozen leaps. The mate, a gigantic Portuguese, and the boatswain tried to impede the progress of the mad man from Arizona and •were both knocked flat to the- deck. Laflin then jumped into the cabin to get at the skipper, but the skipper was asleep in his alcove com¬ partment, and while the bad ma n was kicking at the door the mato mustered the whole crew aft. Laflin soon had his head laid open with belaying pins, and was put into the glory hole in double irons. The Portuguese mate made it a practice to appear at the top of the glory hole every half hour or so when he was off watch to taunt the shanghaied man. Laflin contented himself with' muttering that he would “get hunk with the Greaser.” The skipper offered to release Laflin after four days, provided he would consent to go to work. Laflin told him for his pains that he would see the Morning Queen blazing lirst. There was no doing anything with this sort of shanghaied man, and Laf¬ lin was kept in double irons until the ship reached Nagasaki, Japan. In that port a friendly member of the crew sawed his irons, and he swam ashore. He stowed away on a tramp steamer bound for San Francisco. There he waited for the appearance of the Morning Queen and the Portu¬ guese mate, the only man of the crew that he had it in for. He waited for three months and met the Portuguese mate suddenly on Clay street at noon one day. The Portuguese recognized the bad man, and made a movement for a gun or a knife—both weapons were found upon him after his death. Laflin shot him seven times, each time through the heart. He was acquitted three hours later by a Coroner’s jury, the verdict being that ho had acted in self defence, as he unquestionably did, although he was waiting for his man. A Waterfall 1SOO Feet IIi;;li. On the south side of the Grand Can¬ yon of the Yellowstone* River is one of the highest, if not the highest, water¬ falls iu this country. It is calleyl the Silver Thread, and falls, as near as can be calculated, 1800 feet. The descent is not perpendicular, but is so near it that it is hard not to believe that the water does not fall straight down, when viewed from across the canyon. The water comes from a mountain stream which has no- name. It flows in a northerly directon toward the can¬ yon from the foot hills of the Absaroka range of mountains. Its entire route ■j.s . through dense forests until it reaohes the very edge of the canyon. Then it plunges downward with a roar in keeping with its size, and keeps dropping and dropping until the Yel¬ lowstone River below is reached, 1800 feet from the brink. As stated before, the descent is not perpendicular, but it is very near it. The walls of the canyon at thatparticu- lar place are very rugged, and this lit¬ tle stream has worn almost a straight channel down through the rooks. The water dashes downward at a very slight angle, praotically turning neither to the right nor the left. In several places a rock, not as yet worn away, breaks the steady fall of water, form¬ ing a slight cascade. These cascades do not cause a real break in the de¬ scent of the water, so practically the falls of the Silver Thread are the high¬ est in tho world. The name given these falls is very appropriate. They cannot be seen but from the brink of the south side of the canon, which is almost a mile wide there. Although this waterfall is fif¬ teen feet wide from top to bottom, it does not appear to be more than a couple of inches wide from the point of observation. The walls of tho canyon where these falls occur are below the vivid colorations, and are a dark brown. The water looks like a silver thread or ribbon stretched from the brink of the canyon to tho water below, hence the name, Silver Thread.—Hartford Times. Tlie JS/Tcct of Water Pressure. It is a remarkable fact that the very means of life may be the cause of death. A whale is drowned, and now a scientist tells us that there seems to- be a peculiar fatality among fishes. After reaching a certain depth of water, the swimming bladders become distended by the pressure of air, and the fish literally explode. Too much of one’s native element may bring- about most disastrous consequences. A sudden change of air from one. density to another may causa the rup¬ ture of a blood vessel, and a too sud¬ den change of temperature has pro¬ duced like results. Extremes of all sorts are not only very injurious, but. are likely to prove fatal, especially to organisms that are not in the enjoy¬ ment of robust health. Logwood For I>y fling. Connecticut capitalists have recently secured from the Mexican Government a concession to cut logwood for dyeing qn the lands bordering on the Hondo- River, which forms the boundary be- tween Mexico and British Honduras, This section is almost unexplored, but is known to bo rich in dyewoods of every class, the supply of which is inexhaustible. The com- pany is to build a railroad from tho swamps to the river, down which the wood is to be transported to Belize, aud thence shipped to New York.