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VOL. IV.-NO. 50. TOPICS OF THE DAY. James Redpath has purchased Mc- Gee's Weekly. The Prince of Wales’ individual in debtedness is $3,000,000. >« The Fitz John Porter case will come up in the Senate next December. The King of Siam has determined to establish a legation at Washington. A Russian colonel was exiled to Si beria for being too lenient to Nihilists, Susan B. Anthony is going to Texas to lecture, and perhaps, grow up with the country. Olive Logan says Bernhardt’s hus band is “highly kissable,” and nobody knows how she found it out. General Newton announces that he will be ready in a few days to blow up another section of Hell Gate. The completed report of the Depart ment of Agriculture on the condition of crops for July is encouraging. Anarchy is spreading in Egypt, and meantime Arabi Pasha is marshaling his forces and getting ready to fight. Governor Cornell is the champion vetoer. He has refused to sign 123 bills passed by the New York Legislature. It is stated that visitors to the Mam moth Cave, in Kentucky, were never so scarce as they are at the present season. A Canadian widow, some two weeks ago, married her daughter’s widower eleven weeks after her husband’s death. Long Sing, the Chinese survivor of the Jeannette party, has opened a laundry and tea store in Washington. Friends of the River and Harbor bill hope to get it down to $18,000,000, but even then they fear the President’s veto. It is stated that the American Presby terian missionaries stationed at Alexan dria during the bombardment, were not harmed. Michael Davitt, who sailed for Eu rope a few days ago, collected about $20,000 for the Land League during his stay here. Vennor, the weatherman, is at Ferry Beach, on the Maine coast, and still his predictions call for cool weather and plenty of rain. At Fremont, Ohio, the home of Mrs. Hayes, the great female temperance ad vocate, the Sunday closing law is ignored by saloon-keepers. A Miss Alsatia Allen, of Montgom ery, Alabama, is “the most beautiful young lady in the United States,” so Oscar Wilde says. Don’t forget the ad dress. Mr. Geo. L. Seney, the Brooklyn philanthropist, has given another check for $25,000 to the Wesleyan Female Col lege of Georgia, making his total gifts to that institution $125,000. Mrs. Scoville is still indignant. It aggravates her to think that a stranger may realize money on the remains of her brother while she is denied that privi lege and is in a destitute condition. Detroit Free Press fashion note: Crushed banana” is no longer a popu ar shade. The woman who crushed it came down with such force that she hasn’t been out doors since that date. Christian Reed,” the Southern novelist, is Miss Frances 0. frisher. Her ather fell at the head of his regiment at c^ Un ’ ' s re P or^e( l to have been we first Confederate killed in tne war. Several . ministers are preaching! on io Egyptian war, and advancing the e °ry that the Egyptians of these days Hr e being punished for the hard hearted 'icss of Pharaoh to God’s chosen peo ple. A letter of Queen Anne at a recent ein London sold for $l5O. One from Queen Henrietta Maria to Cardinal azaron went for $lO5. Another of j, nry H e> Prince de Conde, sold for ?400. Ihe public debt of Egypt is $500,- and the greater part of it is England. She also pays £750,- to rurkey annu illv. That is makiim a kick for full’ 11 fil; ‘h S'”. 1 klnlton Stem®. fice of the Ohio State Board of Agricul ture, it seems that the apple crop is going to be nearly or quite a how ever unreasonable the statement may sound. The action of the Senate in placing the tobacco tax at twelve cents is very unsatisfactory to the tobacco men at Washington. What they wanted was that Congress would leave the tax alone at sixteen cents, or reduce it to eight cents. Small snakes have been discovered in the proboscis of flies. They are about one-twelfth of an inch In length, and two-thousandths of an inch in diameter. It is suggested that the fly may carry disease germs, and scientists are invest igating the question.' A Mormon elder of Salt Lake has had his thirteen wives photographed, both in a group and separately. The pictures have been placed in an elegant album, and under each woman is engrossed a quotation of sentimental poetry sugges tive of her best quality. Kate Claxton, the actress, who is summering at Patchogue, L. 1., was en joying a sail in her boat, the Coquette, a few days since, when the craft was upset by a squall. She was thrown into the water, but rescued without injury, and having passed through both fire and water, may consider herself safe. The New York Sun is receiving com munications giving remedies for snake bites. This is the heroic for rattlesnake bites : Stop the circulation above the bite; suck it if your minis are all right; put three drachms of gunpowder in the wound, and set it off with a match. Sure cure. An other remedy for bites is pounded raw onions applied as poultice. In dealing with the Mormon qm istion, the Salt Lake Tribune says : Polygamy is a disgrace which is realized in every Morman home. In every Morman home the plural wives and their children are looked upon as tainted. That this is true is made evident by the anxiety of all such women and children to pass them selves off as the first wives or the children of first wives. And it is further made evi dent by the quarrels which constantly occur in such families, and by the epithets which first wives and children bestow upon the others. Cannibalism in Fiji. It was only people who had been killed that were considered good for food. Those who died a natural death were never eaten—invariably buried. But it certainly is a wonder that the isles Were not altogether depopulated, owing Ito the number who were killed. Thus, i in Namena, in the year 1851, fifty bodies were cooked for one feast. And when the men of Ban were at war with the myn of Ver at a they carried off 260 bodies,, j seventeen of which were piled on a , canoe and sent to Rewa, where they | were received with wild joy, dragged I about town and subjected to every | species of indignity ere they finally reached the ovens. Then, too, justthinkof the number of lives sacrificed in a coun try where infanticide was a recognized institution, and where widows were strangled as a matter of course! Why, on one occasion, when there had been a horrible massacre of Namena people at Viwa, and upward of 100 fishermen had been murdered, and their bodies carried as bokola to the ovens at Bau, no less than eighty women were strangled to do honor to tne dead, and corpses lay in every direction about the mission station. It is just thirty years since the Rev. John Watsford, writing from here, described how twenty-eight victims had been seized in one day while fishing. They were brought here alive, and only stunned when put into the ovens. Some of the miserable creatures attempted to : escape from the scorching bed of red-hot I stones, but only to be driven back and buried in that living tomb, whence they 1 were taken a few hours later to. feast their barbarous captors. He adds that more human beings were eaten on this little isle of Ban than anywhere else in 1 Fiji. It is very hard, indeed, to realize that the peaceful village on which I am ! now looking has really been the scene of such horrors as these, and that many i of the gentle, kindly people around me I have actually taken part in them. — At : Home in Fiji. A Peculiar Conspiracy. The London Times is the victim of a I peculiar conspiracy, which, in its oper- I ations, illustrates anew that it is the im possible that happens. For it would i seem to be impossible, in any well regu lated newspaper office, that indecent I expressions could be repeatedly smug | gled into articles and the author not dis ! covered. The London Times claims to have the best supervision of any news- I paper, the best proof-reading, the best 1 of everything. Yet it is said “its mana gers look at the issue every morning with fear and trembling,” lest they find in some prominent place expressions that no newspaper tolerates. The annoyance began with what is described as a “horribly indecent” interpolation in a speech by Sir William V. Harcourt. Thiec.iepetitions have occurred, each “quite as scandalous,” and yet the per i pet rotor of the outrages is undetected. It seems incredible that ni ilicious trick ery of this kind should be carried on without knowledge of responsible per sons. Thirty-six cottages, costing $150,- | 000, have been erected at Capo May k ‘ since last season. DALTON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, JULY 29, 1882 Emerson’s literary Mcihods. It hrs been Emcrsbn’s habit to spend the forenoon in his study, with constant regularity. Ho has not waited for moods, but caught them as the- name and used their u s.fits in ‘lm. ••”■. It has bceh ms wont to jot do. n his thoughts at all hours and places Ibo ; uggestions that result from his readin. s, conversa tions and meditations are immediately transferred to the null* uuok he always carries with him. In his walks many a je-m i.f thought is in this way preserved. All the restilt of bis thifikiug are thus fibwetl tip, to bo made use of when re laired. Alter his note books are filled, I J transcribes their c. its to a large, pmmonplace book, Wi-wn a fresh sub let possossts bis mind, he brings to fethet the jottings he finds he has Written down concerning it, fusing them into a connected whole With the addi tional material suggested at the time. His essays are then very slowly elabor ated, wrought out through days and months, and eVen years of patient thought. A curious evidence of this method of constructing his essays may be found by the attentive reader in the repetition of the same phrases in differ ent essays, showing that a lapse of mem ory sometimes permits him to draw out the same sentences and ideas more than once. One of the most Striking in stances of this may be found in the e-says on “Farming” and “Perpetual Forces,” where the analogies from the conversibility of forces run almost par allel with each other, showing the use of the same materials from his note books in their composition. His essays are all carefully revised, again and again ; cor rected, wrought over, portions dropped, new matter added, or the paragraphs ar ranged in a new older. He is unsparing in his corrections, striking out sentence after sentence, and paragraphs disappear from time to time. His manuscript is everywhere filled with erasures and emendations; scarcely a page appears that is not covered with these evidences of his diligent revision. Almost everything Emerson has writ ten was prepared for the lecture plat form. * * * Ho has not been pri marily a book-maker, as Carlyle has been, but an unsettled preacher, or a university lecturer on morals, not occu pying a professor’s chair, The books h ive been an afterthought, printed after the exigencies of the platform demanded new topics. This method of composi tion has led to a wonderful power of Condensation, and to a marvellous com pactness of expression. His concentrated sentences are doubtless wrought out, one by one, in his lonely walks or in the quiet of his study, and worked over in his mind until the Words p. rfectly fit lhe idea expressed. In no other writer are there so many sentences which com plete the subject, and will stand, un supported and alone, as vindications ot the author’s thought.— Geo. W. Cooke. Cash. G The word cash is derived from the Italian cassa, the chest in which Italian merchants kept their money, as do at the present time the Spaniards in their caja, and the Portuguese in their caxa, and the French in their caisse. The ap plication of the word “ cash ” to money, is altogether English, it not having a corresponding term in any other Euro pean language. Cash having been so inconsiderately adopted instead of cassa (chest), entries in the cash book (it should bo chest book) aro made in count ing-houses in this unmeaning way: “Cash Dr.” and “Cash 0r.,” whereas the chest, and not the money, is Dr. to what is put into it; and credit for what ■ is taken out. In China cash is the one-thousandth part of a tael, or about one-tenth of an American cent. The earliest public bank in modern Europe was that of Ven ice, founded in 1157. It originated in the financial difficulties of the State, which in order to extricate itself, had recourse to a forced loan from the citi zens, promising them interest at the rate of four per cent. It is generally be lieved that the Chinese were the invent ors of bank notes, which are said to have originated about 119 years B. C., in the reign of the Emperor Ou-ti, who hap pened to be in want, of money at the time, and hit upon this device “to raise it.” Aboutßoo A. D., the Chinese, in the reign of Haintsoung, of the dynasty of Thang, issued true bank notes. They were called feytsien, or flying money. There was a frequent over-issue of these notes, and it was so easy to create this paper currency that the value declined. It took 11,000‘min, or 15,000 of our dol lars to buy a cake of rice, and at last the issue ceased. Two centuries later notes were issued in China, under legal re strictions, by joint stock companies, who promised to pay cash for them every three years. In 1321 Sir John Mandeville, who vis ited India, saw the descril>ed money made “of lether emprented, or ot oapyre. Troy 1 imes. Too Smart. Some men, and boys also, are so mart as to think they can dispense with honesty. Such usually overreach them selves, as did the boy referred to here : A youngster was sent by his parent to take a letter to the postoffice and pay the postage on it. The boy return. J highly elated, and said, “Father, I seed a lot of men putting letters in a little place ; and, when no one was lookwg, 1. slipped yours in for nothing.” As a young shaver of five or six years was reading at school one day, he came upon the passage, “Keep thy tongue I from evil and thy lips from guile. I Master Hopeful drawled out, “Keep - ! thy tongue—from evil—and - ll'J ' lips—from — girls. ” Personal Beauty. The first principle of beauty, as prac ticed in this progressive town, “ How to be beautiful.” Thp wife of an army officer accompa nied hfer hnSbdnd many years ago to his post in a distant frontier town. Ambng the acquaintances she formed there was a lady who, if remarkable at all, was noted for b< ing exceedingly Jiomely, awkward, and commonplace. She had a waist, like a barrel, shoulders pitched forward, a rough, thick ekin, coarse black hair, large, bold eyes, great feetj and besides all these physical defects she was dreadfully demonstrative in manner. She was the senior by several yeats of the officer’s wife. After a time the fortunes of war retired the son of Mars, who settled his family in Wash ington. In the meantime the lever of politics had lifted the husband of the homely lady into Congress, and the two friends met in socie’ty last winter. Mrs. Mars Could not believe her eyes, So great was the. transformation in the appear ance of her old acquaintance. Mrs. Congress looked ten years younger than the junior lady. The many ripples of soft auburn hair; a complexion smooth and white; a fashion of drooping the darkly fringed eyelids, with a faint shading on the under lid, gave to the eyes a marked expression of shyness smd languor. lifer manner was full of repose, and strikingly graceful; her feet the perfection of symmetry, in French boots ; the hands had the refinement of pink nails and taper fingers, and even her voice had changed and dropped into those sweetly modulated tones which pass current for thorough breeding in good society. Poor, mystified Mrs. Mars looked and wondered, pondering on all this, asking herself and others, “ How in the world did she accomplish such a metamorphosy?” How? How does the winning horse lap and pass others and reach the last quarter pole ? Through training. Money and time are the great factors to success, and the way to succeed is to Succeed. Mrs. Congress has both. Money purchased her beauti ful hair, paid for Turkish baths and cosmetics, secured the service of a maid who could give proper shading to her eye-lids and teach her the art of droop ing lids. It brought her graceless figure into shapely proportions. It paid chiropodists to treat her feet and mani cures to polish her finger nails, while time and thimbles tapered the fingers. It employed dressmakers and milliners, Salaried a master, who instructed her how to enter the room, bow, pose, seat herself and manage her train, all with the poetry of motion. The moral neces sity to be beautiful puts incipient wrin kles under the embargo of emulsions, sent her to bed with her face buried in poultices of Iris'll oatmeal and milk, bandaged feet and pinioned hands in ointment-lined gloves, and put the brakes on a too expansive waist. Men pursue ambition, wealth, and that bub ble, reputation ; women march up to the cannon’s mouth of physical torture and welcome martyrdom solely to bo beauti ful.-- Washington Free Press. Understanding Men’s Natures. About mid-afternoon yesterday a citi zen who pulls down the scales at, 196 pounds descended the first flight of stairs beyond the post-office in just the same manner that a bag of oats would have chosen, and when lie brought up at the foot he was in no frame of mind to ehip in anything for the heathen in Africa. The first citizen who arrived on the spot knew what his duty required of him on such an occasion, and he smil ingly remarked: “I don’t believe you can improve on the old way!” The secqnd citizen passing was in a hurry; but he knew that he, must halt and inquire: ••Like that any better than coming down lhe wav the rest of us do? The third citizen had business at the post office, but he turned aside, cleared his throat, and remarked: . ‘■Evidently tell down stairs: < uri ous how it sets the blood to circulating! Some of you had better see if his nose is broken ’good-lye?" There was a fourth spectator, and he slowly entered the door-way, bent over the victim, and remarked: •• I’d have given a dollar to see him comedown! lie’s one of the sort who bump every stair! . jhe filth man was about to add his mite when the victim rose up. lbs elbows were skinned, his nose barked, his coat torn and his buck sand papered the whole length, but he was :i man who had traveled. He knew that ev erybody in the crowd was hoping to see him jump up ami down and shake his fists, and paw the air, and t > hear him declare that lie would lick all the men who could be packed in a ten-acre lot, and therefore ho brought a sweet smile "to his face, lifted his hat like a perfect (rentleman, and limped up stairs with the bland remark: “Stubbed my toe as I came in the door, von know, and came near falling in a heap.” Detroit Tree Press. Near Calistoga, (al.. there is a mourn! of earth probably live feet high er than the ground surrounding. On this Mr. Teale set an orange tree five years a ,r o. and also set another one about thirty feet from the one on the mound. The tree on the elevation of ground lias never been touched with u,e frost, and thrives remarkably well. ;::;,:i, ->■«*•■ Cation is remarkable. A TALE OF A SHIRT. 1 l»e of Time the <xrent lowa Siaieamun Note <>ne. [Denver ] Apropos of General Sherman’s visit to Denver, a story is told of the General's experience with Henry Clay Dean. The two had been friends for years, and when Sherman became General and Dean happened to beiu Washington, the later, naturally enough, felt a desire to renew the old acquaintance. He called at Sherman’s house and was received with open arms. They talked over old times, and nothing would do but Dean must stay to dinner. “ But, General,” remonstrated Mrs. Sherman in her husband’s ear, “ I can’t have such a dirty looking man at my table ; can’t you spruce him up a lit tle ? ” The General said he’d fix thet, and so at an opportune moment he hustled Mr. Dean up stairs, ransacked a bureau, and produced a clean shirt for him to put on. Mrs. Sherman was mollified, and the dinner was really a charming affair, for there is no more delightful, entertaining and instructive conversationalist than Henry Clay Dean. One year after this event General Sherman was at the Lindell Hotel, St. Louis, with his family. A card was brought up bearing Henry Clay Dean’s name. Mrs. Sherman was much pleased. “He is such a charming talker, we must have him to dinner. Only you must see that he looks presentable.” These were madhm’s words to the warrior. So Sherman welcomed Dean, and, just before going to dinner, slipped him into a side room and gave him a clean shirt to wear. Dean duffed his coat and vest, and, after several desperate efforts, succeeded in divesting himself of the shirt he had on—a soiled, grimy, black thing, that looked as if it had seen long and hard service. Then they all went down to dinner, and Mr. Dean was more charming than ever, and Mr. Sherman was in ecstacies. The next day, as Mrs. Sherman was getting her husband’s duds and clothes together, preparatory to packing them for the onward march, she gave a sort of a wild, hunted scream. “What is it, my dear,” called the General from the next room. “Just come in here for a minute,” replied Mrs. Sherman, between faint gasps. The General went in. There stood Mrs. Sherman holding in her left hand the begrimed shirt Henry Clay Dean had left. With her right hand she pointed to certain initials on the lower edge of the bosom. The initials read “ W. S. T.” It was the identical shirt General Sherman had loaned Henry Clay Dean in Washington twelve months before ! Married lor Love. The man who has married for love is a happy fellow. He is generally cheerful, and always thinking about the dear ones at home. He prefers to live out of town for the sake of the children. He is rarely late at business, rises early, gardens a little, eats a hearty breakfast, and goes to the necessary labor with a light heart and a clean conscience. He often brings home pleasant sur prises for his wife and children. You may recognize him in trains loaded with parcels, which he good naturedly carries with perfect unconcern of what others think—a new bonnet, music, books, a cloak for bis wife; while in another parcel the wheels of a cart, a jack-in-the box, a doll, or skipping rope, intrude through the paper and suggest the nursery. He is brave and kind, though he makes no noise in the world. The humanizing influence of that darling red-cheeked little fellow who calls him father brings a glow and rap ture of the purest pleasure earth holds; for the man who has never felt a tiny hand clasp his will al ways lack something —he will be less human, less blessed than others. This is the noble, the honest, the only form of life that imparts real content ment and joy, that w ill make a deathbed glorious, and love see peace through its tears. It is so purely unselfish, so ten derly true; it satisfies the highest in stincts, it stimulates men to the best deeds they are capable of.—Fo/iAcrs The Dean’s Thanks. Some accidents seem to have hap pened on purpose, so pat are they. For instance: A certain Dean of Ely was once at a dinner, when, just as the cloth was re moved’ the subject of discourse hap pened to bo that of extraordinary mor tality among lawyers. •‘‘We have lost,” said a “ not less than seven eminent b- — in as many months.” The LteawXjP was very deaf, rose just at the < sion of these remarks and gave the « =• pany grace: “For this and every other mercy make us devoutly thankful.” An Ohio Nero. The Ohio boy is full of genius. He Lad been reading that Nero fiddled while Rome burned, mid his fancy was kindled by the mere thought of the sublime spectacle How hard it is to repress the mveiK-ity that bespeaks the possession heaven-born endowments. On<-afki neon this boy set tire to the worxlsheil, I it im liu" up on adjoining feme, i <ov<"re<l his “/ i, lt ( ,f paper, nm! 'Vii/le the/ the Mo /o'*/ . .5,1-Toil r,u </«?'■’ sttc’r- I an al" viurd. TEE.MB: SI.OO A YEAR, PITH AND POINT. —lt costs a man more to be misera ble than it does to make his family happy. —The mother-in-law does not remem ber that she was once a daughter-in-law. —Spanish Proverb. —Minnesota has just exhumed the skeleton of a woman who must have stood nine feet high and had a foot, as long as a nail keg. Anybody missing from Northern Indiana?— Detroit Free Press. —The Rector (to Irish plasterer on ladder pointing a wall); “That mortar must have been very bad.” Pat (with a grin): “Faix, ye can’t expict the likes o’ good Roman cimint to stick to a Protest ant church, sorrl”— Punch. —A journey around the world now takes about ninety days, and the cost can be reduced to SBOO. And in going round in that time and at that expense you can have about as much fun as you’d get in sitting all night in a rainstorm on a picket fence listening to a bull-dog bark at a cat in a barrel.— Boston Post. —They were courting: “What makes the stars so dim to-night?” she said, softly. “Your eyes are so much bright er,” he whispered, pressing her hand. They are married now. “I wonder how many telegraph poles it would take to reach the stars from here?” she said, musingly. “One, i'i it was long enough,” he growled. “Why don’t you talk com mon sense?” —An old peasant on the south shore of Long Island was telling his visitor how pleasant it was. “But,” asked the friend, slapping his face with his hand kerchief, “don’t you have a great many mosquitoes and sand-flies?” “Y'a-as,” said the man, “but then we sorter like them.” “How can that be?” “Wa-al, you see, we feel so kinder good when they go away.”— N. Y. Tribune. —The King of Bavaria has announced that he will not read books printed in quarto size. We shall remember this when we issue our book—provided the King promises to buy eight hundred copies of a 1,000-edition. This would leave only two hundred volumes on our hands as dead stock, which would be doing pretty well, considering the quali ty of Ithe book. — Norristown Herald. —Pat borrowed some money of a friend, and was unable to pay it back when he came for it; and the friend be came very angry, and said: “Now, Pat, if you don’t pay me that money by next Monday, I shall give you a thrash ing,” The next day, as Pat was stioll ino- along the street, he jostled a man, who cried out, “Look out what you are doing, or 1 will knock you into the middle of next week.” “Be jabers! an’ I wish ye wud, sorr; for then I wud be over Mundy.”— N. F. Sun. —lt is a very cold day when a new agony isn’t forthcoming. It is now quite the idea for a young lady to send a miniature Japanese parasol to a kind ly disposed gentleman friend. It is a small matter, but fraught with this deep significance: “Summer is coming by and by. Will yon carry my sun um brella by the shimmering, shining sea? l he young gentleman immediately pro ceeds to bank his c : gar and beer mon ey, that he may have enough on hand for a shore dinner for two. — New Hawn Beqi'der. Butterine. The subject of food adulteration opens up an infinite field of discussion, and there is much to be said for and against it. The butterine factory in citv, which has just declared a div * nh * of 10 per cent., reveals the fact twith M. AO. extensive business has been ca’New Orleans the past year in the ni&nnfactnA sale of an imitation of butter ; but jv. sup'l. butterine can not be called an ' ated article of food, neverthelei can be no doubt that thousands pie are daily buying the artic<l the impression that it is genuinm I QTJJg And in this connection we will'*’ u from practical knowledge of the i manufacture, we would infinitely ufORS 1 oleomargerine to rancid butter, an< readily concede its superior ness ; and yet the business —altliongff —i' the company sells its product as butter ine—supplies the retailer with means of deception, and practically results in giving to the consumer, perhaps in a majority of instances, that which he did not buy.— New Orleans Sugar Planter. Missing Dogs. We feai the article we published in regard to girls who kiss dogs has been taken wrong, by some. We have a del icately scented note —not scented like dog, however—from a Chicago girl, who is indignant. She says she had rather kiss a dog any time than a man. That is all right. It is only a matter of taste. If the man she refers to smells like a dog, and has fleas, and his eyes run, and he licks himself instead of washing, we don’t blame her. Os course she knows more about hjm than we -do. But if a nice, clean man should come her way, a man with the modern improvements, who could kiss back, which a dog can’t, we will bet she would drop her dog like a hot potato and freeze to the man like the ivy to the oak, and she would forget all about her dog. Try it once, sis, and you will sell your dog to the first butcher that comes along.— Peck s Sun. —The srilded youth of the day, as dis- A:."*- I , ■ ,„,. v nd/ uolluiv, vOI J „ no* 1 '“l“u wtjtn tlotvor p , » m ’^- bv i, ■ '"“X'-Z tn defy nnturo dials.