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Chum Slowly.
A little maid in the morning sun
Stood merrily singing and churning,
‘Oh, how I wish this butter was done,
Then off to the fields I’d be turning !”
So she hurried th i dasher up and down
-Till the iarmcr called with half-made frown:
“Churn slowly!
‘Don’t ply the churn so fast, my dear,
It is not good for the butter,
•And will make your arms ache, too, I fear,
And put you all in a flutter—
iFor this is a rule wherever we turn,
Don’t bo in haste, whenever you churn—
Chum slowly!
Ifyou want your butter to coma nieo an d>
sweet
Don’t-chum with a nervous jerking,
But ply the dasher slowly and neat—
You’ll hardly know that you’re working.
And when the butter has come you’ll say,
■‘Yes, this is surely the better way’—
Churn slowly !”
Now, all you folks, do you think that yo
A lesson can find in butter?
Don’t be in haste, whatever you do, •
Or get yourselfiin a flutter.
And while you stand at life’s great churn,
Let the farmers word to you return—
Chum slowly!
THAT BRIDAL COUPLE.
“It was in the Spring of 1882 that I
made the acquaintance of the bridal
couple about whom I am going to
write. I made their acquaintance
under very amusing circumstances. I
was travelling from Berlin to Paris to
visit some friends in the latter city. I
had to 'diange cars at Cologne. There
was the usual bustle and confusion a*
the station. Not being able to find
the through tra : n to Paris, I applied
to a corpulent railroad official for in¬
formation. He turned out to be the
conductor of my train. He directed
me to the train, and, pointing to the
open door of a coupe instructed me to
enter and take a seat. I followed his
directions. Standing in the coupe was
a young lady with a pretty figure,dark
hair aud eyes to match. She was look¬
ing over my head into the crowd, evi¬
dently seeking somebody. She made
no movement to permit me to enter
the car, but on the contrary she said,
blocking up the door, that all the seats
were taken. I begged her pardon, and
once more applied to the conductor.
He was somewhat impatient. He
told me, angrily, to go right in and
pay no attention to what any other
passenger said. I did so, much to the
annoyance of the young lady, who
said that there would be a gentleman
passenger in the coupe.
I understood the situation at once.
The lady was a bride, and the gentle¬
man was probably her husband. Hence
her prevarication, and the unwilling¬
ness that anyboJy else should occupy
a seat in the compartment. It is very
unpleasant to force yourself upon peo¬
ple, and if there had been room in any
other coupe I should have allowed the
young couple all the privacy they de¬
sired. As it was, I determined to
withdraw into the most distant cor
ner and be blind and deaf to whatever
might occur. The young bride looked
over at me, and asked me if I lived in
Cologne, to which I replied that I did
not.
“Are you going very far ?” she asked
hesitatingly.
“All the way to Paris.”
She heaved a little sigh, and then
asked me rather abruptly:
“Can you stand tobacco smoke?”
I replied that I rather liked tobacco
smoke.
“The gentleman smokes very strong
cigars,” was her next remark.
I responded that if the smoke was
disagreeable to me, I presumed the
gentleman would give up his cigar.
She shook her head doubtingly, but
just at that moment the signal for
starting was given, and “the gentle¬
man” sprang into the coupe. He was
a sturdy, well built man, somewhat
older than his young wife. He had
rather coarse features,’was not particu¬
larly refined in his manners, and he
made no attempt whatever to conceal
his Chagrin at seeing another passen¬
ger in the coupe.
The conversation between myself
and the bride had been carried on in
German, hence I was somewhat sur¬
prised to hear the young' couple con¬
verse in English, with which language
they imagined 1 was not familiar.
Said the bride, looking straight at me:
“I tried my best to keep her out, but
she would come in.”
The young husband grunted some¬
thing in reply.
“I told her ail the seats were taken,
but she would hot believe me.”
Th’ man smiled.
“I told her that you smoked, but she
saidthats he liked it.”
The man laughed,and threw his cigar
stump through the window,remarking:
“Maybe she is not going very far.”
“O, yes, she is. She told me she was
going to Paris. I asked her.”
“Well, I guess we will have to stand
it the best we can, but it is pretty
tough,” he replied, with resignation,
taking a seat alongside of her and gent¬
ry squeezing her hand.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBEBTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
It was not flattering to me to hear
them sigh alternately. I was not ac
customed to be looked upon a3 an alto
gether repulsive object. Moreover,
their conversation annoyed me a little.'
For the tirst time in my life my mother
tongue appeared to be in the way.
Pretty soon they began again.
“Is she young or old?”
The gentleman glanced over at me,
and replied carelessly:—
“She is not any too young.”
“Rather pretty, isn’t she?”
“Not prett to hurt.”
“1 wonder if she is married?”
' “Possibly she is,” he remarked,
placing his arm carelessly around her
waist.
It was time for me to say something,
so I spoke up and sa.d in English; —
“I am very sorry, but I am com¬
pelled to te!l you that I am an Ameri¬
can.”
They were both somewhat startled
The little woman said: “O, I beg your
pardon.” And for about ten minutes
there was an impressive silence in the
car, during which time they fondled
each other’s hands and exchanged
loving glances. Presently the bride
said in rather imperfect French: —
“She is a German,”
“What blue eyes she has got,”, re¬
plied the husband, also in French.
I remarked placidly in French:—
“It is unfortunate, Madame, but I
speak French.”
The situation was really painful.
The young bride was not without tact.
Once more she begged pardon, and
during the conversation which ensued
she informed me that they had only
been married a week. Her husband
was a German by birth, but had trav
eled a great deal in Canada, Mexico,
and the United States, where he had
lived so long that he had become com¬
pletely Americanized. As she said
this she cast a most admiring glance
at her broad-shouldered husband. She
herself was a German, but she had
been to Wisconsin on a visit to an un¬
and there she made the
ance of her said husband. She returned
to Germany. They corresponded, and
now he had come over to Germany,
married her, and they were on their
way back to Wisconsin via Havre and
New York. She was only eighteen,
etc.
They seemed to be so much devoted
to each other that I dropped the con¬
versation as soon as possible. It was
evidently a great strain upon them to
desist from conversing with each
other, and at last the husband whis¬
pered audibly: “Mi concmtida.” But
immediately an expression of appre¬
hension came over his features, and
turning to me, he said: —
“Do you understand Spanish also?”
I replied laughingly that I lived
three years in Guatemala. As I said
this the faces of both appeared to grow
longer. Their last hope was gone.
Just at this moment the train
stopped. There was a delay of half
an hour. I got out of the coupe and
beckoned to the fat conductor. I was
determined not to prolong the misery
of the bridal couple.
A few francs made him amenable
to reason. He found a vacant place
for me in another coupe. I went
back to the coupe of the bridal couple
to get my valise and shawl.
“What! Are you going to leave us ?’
exclaimed the little hypocrite, shaking
me very warmly by the hand. I told
her that I thought it was best to do
so, as there were several other langua¬
ges with which I was familiar. Her
face was fairly radiant with joy as I
turned to take my seat in the other
coupe.
I returned a week afterwards over
the same road, and on the same train.
The fat conductor held out a tortoise
shell comb, sucli as ladies wear in their
hair, saying he had found it in the car.
He thought it might be mine. As I
had seen that identical comb in the
hair of the bride, I inferred that her
hair had become disarranged after
they had gotten rid of me.
As I entered the car I started back,
for there was another couple there,
but they had no objection to my tak¬
ing a seat. They had evidently been
married several years .—From the Ger¬
man in Texas Siftings.
The Singer’s Friend.
The New Y ork correspondent of the
Philadelphia Record relates this
reminiscence of “honest little Emma”
Abbott’s best friend:
Miss Emma Abbott has lost her best
friend in the death of George G. Lake.
Mr. Lake was not a man of musical
taste, but he was a hard headed,
practical business man. Ho came
across Miss Abbott when she was
singing in the choir of Dr. Chapin’s
church, of which he was a member.
He heard the story of her early strug¬
gles, and, having just retired from bus¬
iness, and wanting something to amuse
as well as interest him, he took up Miss
Abbott for this purpose, and if ho had
LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY. MARCH 20, 1885.
been her own father he could not have
done more for her. He not only put
her on her feet, but he helped her to
run. He not only showed her how to
make money but he took care of her
money for her after it was made, His
house was her home, and she and her
husband had almost as much to say
about its affairs as either Mr. Lake or
his wife. There was a room set apart
‘n the house, known as “Little Emma’s
room.’* And this was fitted up in the
most attractive style for her. And it
was really her only home. Mr. Lake
admired Miss Abbott because she is an
American girl, and because she fought
her own way with so much pluck.
“Honest Little Emma” he called her
in perfect good faith and in a spirit of
admiration, but the name got to be a
by-word and a joke, and the general
public would say “Honest Little
Emma” with a smile. Not but what
she is honest and little too, for that
matter, but it is the combination and
the continued use of it that makes the
phrase ridiculous. I have seen enor¬
mous “floral tributes” passed over the
footlights to Miss Abbott,” the contri¬
bution of Mr. Lake, with “H. L. E.”
worked conspicuously in the flowers,
and I have seen Mr. Lake pacing the
lobby in excited enthusiasm and giving
his opinion of Miss Abbott in flatter¬
ing words and loud- tones: “She is
Honest Little Emma, she is; and she
has made her own way in the world.
She’s been a poor girl, she has,
and she has got as much money as any
of those Eyetalian singers. I have
been poor myself, I have; me and my
wife began life on $10 a week, and we
get a good deal more than that now.
We worked our way up, we did; and
Honest Little Emma has worked her
way up, and this thing is going to be a
success if George Lake is going to pay
for it.” This was in the lobby. In
the proscenium box sat Mrs. Lake,
with large diamonds in her ears and
bouquets of roses on the cushions in
front of her. The diamonds stayed
where they were put, but th9 roses
were thrown to Miss Abbott, who
picked them up with true Abbottarian
fervor, and kissed her hand to the box
in which Mrs. Lake sat smiling and
Mr. Lake sat applauding, Mr. Lake
was genuinely proud of W’hat Abbott
had accomplished and what he had ac¬
complished for her, and Miss Abbott
owes quite as much to him as to her
voice. He was a shrewd business man,
and he invested her money -with the
greatest care, He told a friend of
mine that he had put $250,000 away
for her, and all her own earnings. As
he was a millionaire and his family is
small, it is very likely that Miss Abbott
will come in for a handsome legacy, for
all of which she can thank Miss Kellogg
)
for it was Miss Kellogg who found her
somewhere in the far West, and
brought her to New York and set her
going.___
A It rake man’s Presence of Mind.
Several years ago I was running a
fast express. One night we were run¬
ning three hours behind time, and if
there’s anything in the world I hate
it’s to finish a run behind schedule.
These grade crossings of one-horse
roads are nuisances to the trunk lines,
and we had a habit of failing to stop,
merely slack up for ’em. At one cross¬
ing I had never seen a train at that
time of night, so I rounded the curve
out of the cut at a full tilt. I was
astonished to see that a freight train
was standing right over the crossing,
evidently intending to put a few cars
on our switch. I gave the danger
whistle and tried to stop my train, but
I had seven heavy sleepers on, and we
just slid down that grado spite of
everything I could do. Quicker than I
can tell you the brakeman on that
freight train uncoupled a car just back
of our crossing and signalled his
engineer to go ahead, which he did
sharply, but barely in time to let us
through. In fact, the pilot of my
engine took the buffer off the rear car.
Through that little hole we skipped,
and lives and property were saved
Now, that braseman was only a com.
mon railroader, yet he saw the situa¬
tion at a glance. There wasn’t time
to run his whole train off the crossing,
nor even half of it—barely time to pull
up one car length by prompt, quick
work. lie kept his wits about him as.
I venture to say, not one man in a
thousand would have done, and saved
my reputation, if not my life. He is
now a division superintendent on one
of the best roads in this country.—
Chicago Herald.
All the Luck.
“There’s a sad case,” said old Mrs
Squagg3, as she laid the paper on her
knees and wiped her spectacles; “a
bride struck dumb after leaving th«
altar, and at last accounts hadn’t re¬
covered her speech.”
“It s the way of the world, my
dear,” said old Mr. Squaggs, with a
sigh; “it the way of the world; somfl
men have all tho luck ."—Boston
Courier.
A MEXICAN FLITTING.
How a Family in Mexico Re¬
turns from Harvest.
The Father, Mother, Children and the
Loaded Burros en Route for Home.
You should see a Mexican family en
voyage at the end of harvest. Le td
ing the burro van is the sub-youth of
the household. He is discontented be
cause his eldest brother has gone to
the Pescado races; but on the whole,
takes it out quite silently—on the
shanks and other visible parts of the
two grain-submerged burros he is
driving. A rod or two rearward fol
lows the matron—astride. A baby,
eloquent with the mystery and milk
famine of the occasion, is tightly muf
fled to her back in a blanket, whence
the ample folds of which its unartieu
lated protestations but faintly issue,
Clinging behind are the little boy and
girl, bearing, with compressed lips and
heroic lialf-gasps, the pain of their
unaccustomed sitting place—for they
are “the little man and woman of the
family” you know! In her left hand
this lady carries a parasol; in her right
a well-sharpened prod of hard wood
with which she nickingly touches up
a sore place on the burro’s right shoul
der. Her feet are tied into the straps
of the saddle—the stirrups being too
long—and she fearlessly thumps the
side of the burro until he groans and
staggers—but patiently keeps his ac¬
customed pace. Next—the old man.
His burro is loaded with household
paraphernalia. Among these, a cat
sewn up skin tight in a cotton bag,
head protruding, ears laid and eye
whites active, yowls and hisses as she
swings along, balancing the family
eagle on the other side. This gentle
man, like the cat is “done up” and
resentful. He continually pecks and
snaps his beak at his own reflection in
the brass kettle overhead, transferring
these attentions to the old man when
the latter approaches to maul the
burro, or varying them with nipping
his animate but thick-skinned convey
anee. The old man is the liveliest
member of the party. Listen to him
a moment:
“Tsuk-tsuk suk-suk”—(that means
get along lively). “Sha a a” (mind
now). “Stop eating, will you? No?
Very well, then?” Whack! “Suksuk—
what are you about now ? O yes! very
well!” Whack-bang—“there, now!”
“What, at it again? Wa na ni!” (just
wait). Whack-bang, avhack—“aha!
hum!” The old man, still jogging
along, breathes himself, having whack
banged with all his muscle. Of this
lull the burro takes advantage which
shortly reanimates the old boy. “So
ho!” he exclaims. “You cause of cog
Ration!” mack! “You slave of fag
gots”—whack—“You anger of the
gods” — bang — “Insect — long-eared
turtle—take that!” — whackitv-whack
—“and that!” Bang! The last* blow,
hitting the gambol joint of the jack,
causes him to twist out of the trail
with his hind feet and progress side
wise. “Here, now! ’ shouts his perse
cutor, as he skips around—quite
.
nimbly for his age—toward the head of
the brute, “get in there, you one-eyed,
worm-paced breeder of vermin,get in, 1
say!” and cuffity-euff goes the stick
down on the long, flopping ears of the
donkey. And thus things go onto the
end of the twenty-five miles.
The story is told of one old fellow
who, in administering condign (?)
punishment to his burro, missed his
aim and knocked out the brains of his
favorite eagle. He then and there
made a clean sweep of the business. In
his excitement he killed the cat, broke
a couple of water-jars, and ended up by
murdering the donkey. Frank Curl-
-
Chinese in Xete York.
The* Chinese laundrymen form an
element of our population that is but
little considered. Nevertheless they
have almost a monopoly of that busi
ness, and are constantly increasing in
number. Probably nine-tenths of the
Chinese in New York are engaged in
the business of washing and ironing
They are a shrewd class on the whole,
and have the commercial instinct
strongly developed. When they find
it necessary to build up a business they
“cut the rates,” but when they have
got a good start they charge as much
for their work as they can get. One
of these laundry establishments is
usually conducted by two Mongolians.
One of them is usually a young man
fresh from the Flowery Land unable
to speak a word of English, and the
other is the proprietor, an older head,
who has been in this country some
years and can stumble through the
few phrases such as “Come on Satur¬
day” and “Fifta centee” that make
intercourse with his patrons possible.
The men are quiet and industrious as
a rule, and considering the large num¬
ber of them in New York they rarely
require police regulation. They work
hard and save every cent they can.
Grocerymen who supply them say they
buy only the cheapest thing3, like rice,
that will support life, and never in¬
dulge in luxuries, excepting perhaps a
bit of tobacco now and then. Of all
the different nationalities that come to
this country they are the most back
ward in adopting American customs,
They abandon their Chinese hats and
wear American soft felt hats, but that
is about as far as they go in changing
their dress. Once in a while a bolder
spirit than the rest buys a pair of
leather shoes and an American suit of
clothes on the Bowery, and sallies
forth to show the progressive spirit of
; his countrymen, but he i3 more of a
Chinaman than ever in them, and
i quickly wriggles back into kin bag3
! and blouse. The general superstition
about a Chinaman is that he stays here
till he makes $500, a fortune to him,
and then scoots for home. AYith this
he goes to Sin Gan, or 'Whang Hoi, or
some other outlandish place, and lives
on his money the rest of his life. He
marries and settles down, takes the
papers, and perhaps becomes some
thing of a politician, and so lives as a
respected capitalist till the day when
he is deposited underground with a live
chicken and a copper cent in his coffin,
—New York Graphic.
Pleading for a Life.
Years ago, Madame Ristori wa3
playing in the city of Madrid, in the
royal theatre. She had carried the
audience away in the act by her great
power. The curtain had fallen on the
first act, and unusually long applause
occurred. No one could understand
her absence. The time came and pass
ed when she should have resumed
play. As she was passing from the
stage, in the wings stood a poor
: woman, who caught her garments,
“Madame,” she said, “do you hear
-that bell now tolling?”
i “Yes.”
“That bell tolls for the death of my
husband; he will die at sunrise to-mor
row _ Won’t you,” implored the woman,
“plead for ne? The queen sits in the
box yonder.”
The great tragedy queen went to the
royal box and begged for the life of
that man —a man that she had no par¬
ticular interest in, but simply because
he Was going to die. Madame Ristori
p i ea ded so well with the queen that
with a pencil she wrote his reprieve,
and he wa3 save d.
Meanwhile the truth had crept out
am ong the audience, and when the cur
tain rose again, every person sprang to
their feet,
Tears ran like rain, hats and hand"
kerchiefs were waved, and shout after
shout went up from the multitude,
Why was this applause ? Not for the
tragic queen> but for the woman in¬
finitely greater—the woman that had
pi ea de(l for a life and not in vain,
Bill Xye’8 Philosophy.
To the young the future has a
roseate hue. The roseate hue comes
b but we have to use it in this
p j acei To the young there spreads out
a glorious range of possibilities. After
^] le y 0U th has endorsed for an intimate
f r j end a f ew times, and purchased the
paper a t the bank himself later on, the
bor j ZO n won’t seem to be horizon so
tumultuously as ic did aforetime. I
remember at one time of purchasing
such a p ; eee 0 f accommodation paper
a j. a bail k, and I still have it, I didn’t
need it aa y more than a cat needs
e i even tails at one and the same time
Still the bank made it an object to me,
and j secured it. Such things as these
harshly knock the fluff and bloom oft
the cheek of youth, and prompt us to
j um the strawberry-box bottom side
U p be f ore we purchase it. Youth is
gay and hopeful, age is covered with
experience and scars where tha
skin has been knocked off and had to
grow on again. To the young a dollar
bill looks large and strong, but to the
middle-aged and old it is weak and
inefficient. When we are in the hey
day and fizz of existence, we believe
everything, but after awhile we mur
mur: “What’s that you’re givin’ us,” or
words of a like character. Age brings
caution and a lot of shop-worn experi¬
ence purchased .at the highest market
price. Time brings vain regrets and
wisdom teeth that can be left in a glass
of water over night.— Ingleside.
Taken at His Word.
A charming young girl, accompanied
by her oetogeD arian great-grandmother,
who is all that the name implies,enters
a Paris dry goods store.
“How much is this ribbon?” she
asks of the polite young clerk,who has
bounded agilely over several stools to
wait upon her.
“A kiss a yard!” replies the young
masher, gallantly.
“Give me ten yards, then. Grand¬
ma’ll pay you —she always settles the
bills when we go shopping .”—Chicago
Tribune.
CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS.
The Surinam toad has no tongue.
In the spermaceti whale the teeth
are fixed to the gum.
The humble bee moults at leaSt ten
times before arriving at the winged
state.
The value of a ton of pure silver is
$37,704.84.
The value of a ton of pure gold is
$602,799.21.
Turkeys were first introduced into
England in the time of Sebastian
Cabot.
The largest baDk of England note
in the world is worth $150,000, and
the ow T ner is Prince Starbeenberg.
A huge lemon was recently picked
at Panasoffkee, Fla. It measured 24
inches in circumference one wav, 22
.
inches the other, and weighed 4
pounds 13 ounces.
The old north of England phrase,
“To carry coals to Newcastle,” finds
its parallel in the Persian taunt of
“Carrying pepper to Hindostan,” and
in the Hebrew, “To carry oil to the
City of Olives.”
Sometimes we notice that children
resemble not their parent?, but their
grandparents or remote ancestors.
This tendency to revert to an ances¬
tral type is called atavism. Occasion¬
ally stripes appear on the legs and
shoulders of a horse in imitation of
the aboriginal horse, which was strip¬
ed like a zebra. Sheep have a tend¬
ency to revert to dark colors.
The life of quadrupeds generally
reaches its extreme limit when the
molar teeth are worn down. Those of
the sheep last about fifteen years, of
the ox twenty, of the horse forty, and
f the elephant 100. Many inferior
species die as soon as they have laid
their eggs, just as herbs perish as soon
as they have flowered.
A coral reef is formed by many
corals growing together. It is to the
single coral stock as a forest is to the
tree. All reefs begin as fringing reefs,
and are gradually changed into other
forms by the slow sinking to the bot¬
tom of the ocean. This sinking must
be slower than the upward growth of
the reef, else it would be drowned out.
Probably the reef does not grow more
than five feet in a thousand years, and
as reefs are often more than 2000 feet
thick they must necessarily be very old
Two hundred years ago the thimble
was invented by Nicholas van Ben
schoten, a goldsmith of Amsterdam,
who gave the first one to Madame van
Rensselaer on her birthday. Oct, 9th,
1684, begging her “to accept this new
covering for the protection of her dili¬
gent finger as a token of his esteem.” At
that time thimbles were worn exclu
sively on the thumb, and were usually
made of gold, silver or iron. In 1695
John Lofting, also a Dutchman, intro
duced thimbles into England, where
they were first used in large quantities.
Age for^Legal Marriage.
In' the different European states
there is considerable variation in the
age at which a legal marriage can be
contracted. In Austria the age of dis¬
cretion is 14 years. In Hungary each
relipous sect- makes its own regula¬
te” '■—marriages being regarded as
eik.rely ecclesiastical affairs. Russians
can contract marriage at the age of 18
in case of females. The Italian law
fixes the age at IS and 15 respectively.
In Turkey there is no. general law.
The French and Belgian codes allow
marriages of young men at eighteen
and girls at 15 years, but the powers
of dispensation in special cases are
reserved. In Greece, Spain and Por¬
tugal, parties of 14 and 12 can contract
a binding marriage, but in the country
the consent of the parents is necessa¬
ry. According to the amended para¬
graph of the civil marriage bill, the
state of wedlock cannot be entered
upon under 20 and 16years respective¬
ly though the existing laws of Prussia
and Saxony permitted marriages at
earlier periods. There is much dissi¬
milarity in the Swiss laws, every can¬
ton having a regulation of its own. In
some of them the consent of the parents
is necessary up to -25 years. The in¬
fluence of climate upon the tempera¬
ments and constitution is allowed in
the southern nations, where maturity
is reached at a much earlier period
than among the northern nations.
Reason Why.
The Churchman says of a phenome¬
non which often causes astonishment:
The reason of the immunity which
drunken men are said to enjoy from
the consequences of accidents, is at¬
tributed to the fact that the nerve cen¬
tres which regulate the heart and ves¬
sels are so paralyzed in them as not to
be affected by the shock, which in so¬
ber men would have acted in them so
. violently as to stop the heart, arrest the
circulation and cause death.
NO. 23.
hvmo ho vs.
THE WBOJtO PARTY.
He had a tender, dude-like air,
And looked so gentle and appealing,
I thought to do him up right there,
And with his person wipe the ceiling!
But when he banged me in the bead,
And ponnded me till I was mellow,
“ Kxcn.se me, sir,” I softly said,
“I took you for an ah,-there,-fellow.”
One way of passing the time is to go
by the clock.
A man never knows what genuine
poverty is until he has to shave with
soft soap.
Powerful steel knives which will
cut cold iron have been invented. They
will be useful in railway restaurants.
A Cincinnati drummer has been
seriously ill from the escape of gas in
his room. He must have gone to
sleep with his mouth open.
“What can give such a finish to a
room as a tender woman’s face?”
asked George Eliot. A dusting-brush
in a tender woman’s hand, is the right
answer.
Tin and brass do not go well to¬
gether, says a scientific paper. Mr.
Science, you’re away off. It’s always
the fellow with brass who gets the girl
with tin.
Men who play upon brass instru
rnents are mechanics to a certain
extent. They jam wind into hollow
space and open valves at intervals for
its escape.
They are experimenting . at Staten
Island' with some new cannon. These
cannon have the latest style of
breeches, with four pockets, and are
very killing.
‘T am poor,” he pleaded, “but I am
young and strong, and could make
J" 011 kappy, I ain sure - “Oh, yes,”
she responded, “possibly; but it’s prin
cipal I want—not men.”
A young married man gazed at his
mother-in-law’s two trunks in the hall
and sadly remarked: “ She has brought
her clothes to a visit; would that she
had brought her visit to a close.”
“Do you see that dog?” asked the
dirty-faced man. “Well, sir, that
animal saved my life once.” “Did
he?” replied Fogg; “don’t blame him.
He probably didn’t know any better.”
One singer said to another; “My
daughter has inherited my voice.”
“ O,” said the other, with the most
innocent air, “that is the explanation,
then. I have always wondered where
it wa9.”
Jtest a While.
Yes, rest a while, says Dr. T. Tay
lor. You are wearing out the vital
forces faster than there is any need,
and in this way substraefing years
from the sum total of your life. This
rush and worry, day after day, this
restless anxiety for something you
have no t got, is like pebble stones’ in
machinery; they grate and grind the
fife out of you.
You have useless burdens; throw
them off. You have a great load of
useless care; dump it. Pull in the
strings; compact your business; take
time for thought of better things. Go
out in the air and let God’s sun shine
upon your busy head. Stop thinking
of business and profit; stop grumbling
at adverse providences. You will
probably never see much better times
in this doomed world; and your most
opportune season is now; your happi
,est day is to-day. Calmly do your
duty, and let God take care of His own
world. He is still alive and is the
King.
Do not imagine that things will go
to everlasting smash when you disap¬
pear from this mortal stage, Do not
fancy that the curse of heaven, in the
vain task of righting up a disjointed
earth, is imposed upon you. Cease to
fret and fume; cease to jump and
worry early and late. The good time
is coming, but you can never bring it.
God can, and will; take breath; sit
down and rest, and take a long breath.
Then go calmly to the task of life, and
do your work well.
Early History of Music.
Music, as handed down to us by the
Greeks from the Egyptians, was little
more than “sounding brass and tink¬
ling cymbals.” After these rude in¬
struments of percussion we note the
use of reed instruments, followed by
tlxe simplest form of lyre or stringed
instrument, and, although harmony
originated among the people of the
North, we find music as an art first
nurtured in Naples and Venice, in
which cities conservatories were found¬
ed toward the latter part of the fif¬
teenth century, the object of these in¬
stitutions being “to conserve the art of
music from corruption.” Musical eru¬
dition was in this age applied entirely
to tho services of the church, and the
art was also taught in the academies
of general learning throughout Italy
and Rome, and the ecclesiastical cen¬
ter was in particular the haven of
musicians from every land.