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GEO. WOODS & 00., Proprietors.
THE BOBOLINK. *
Once, upon a golden afternoon,
With radiant faces and hearts in tune,
Two fond lovers, in dreaming mood,
Threaded a rural solitude. a
Wholly happy, they only knew
That the earth was bright and the sky was blue •
That light, and beauty, and joy, and soug
Charmed the way as they passed along;
The air was fragrant with wood and scents—
The squirrel frisked an the roadside fence—
And hovering near them, “ Chet, chee, chink?”
Queried the curious bobolink.
Pausing and peering with sidelong bead,
As saucily questioning all they said;
While the ox-eye danced on its slender stem,
And all glad nature rejoiced with them.
Over the odorous fields were strown
Wilting winrowß of grass new mown,
And rosy billows of clover bloom
Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume.
Swinging low on a slender limb,
The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn,
And balancing on a blackberry brier,
The bobolink sung with his heart on Are—
M Chink ! If you wish to kiss her , do !
Do it /do it! You coward , you !
Kiss her ! kiss , kiss her l Who will see ?
Only -we three ! ufe three t we three t"
Under the garlands of drooping vines.
Through dim vistas of sweet-breathed pines,
Past wide meadow-fields, lately mowed,
Wandered the indolent country road,
The lovers followed it, listening still,
And, loitering slowly, as lovers will,
Entered a gray-roofed bridge that lay
Dusk and cool, in their pleasant way.
Under its arch a smooth, brown stream,
Silently glided with glint and gleam,
Shaded by graceful elms which spread,
Their verdurous canopy overhead—
Tho stream so rarrow, the boughs so wide,
They mot ana mingled across the tide,
Alders loved it, and seemed toTceep
Patient watch as it lay asleep,
lyiirroring clearly the trees and sky,
And the flitting form cf the dragon-fly—
Save where the swift-winged swallows played
In ana out in the sun and shade.
And darting and circling in merry chase,
Dipped and dimpled its clear, dark face.
Fluttering lightly from brink to brink,
Fdnowed the garrulous bobolink,
Rallying loudly with mirthful din,
The pair who lingered unseen within,
And when from the friendly bridge at last
Into the road beyond they parsed.
Again beside them the tempter went, *
Keeping ihe thread of his argument—
** KisS her 1 kiss her ) chink-a-otiee-chee I
Dll not mention it I Don't mind me l
Til he sentinelrrj can see
All around from this tall heach-tree l”
But ah! they noted—nor deemed it strange—
In'hls rollicking oborns a trifling change—
<£ Do it ! do it /"—with might and main
Wat bled the tell-tale—“ do • it again l ” *
—Aldine.
A PLAN THAT_WOULDN’T WORK.
BY EBEN E. REXFORD.
Belle Browning had a good many pe
culiarities. Sbe was fond of reading
novels for one thing, and liked to have
things happen romantically. Anything
that did happen in that way—and she
had lived long enough to know that that
wasn’t often—was of much more im
portance in her estimation than the
common run of occurrences. And then
another of her little peculiarities was
that she liked to have her own way and
make other people do pretty nearly as
she wanted them to. Her temper was
rather peculiar, too. Sometimes she
was all sunshine and sweetness; some
times she wasn't. After having given
you this brief description of some of
her peculiarities you will readily under
stand that Belle wasn’t very unlike a
good many girls you know.
When a party of our young people
were out boat-riding one day the boat
capsized and Belle, among the others,
fell into the water, taking the starch
out of her raffles and the crimp out of
her hain But she didn’t care for that
because the affair was eo romantic.
There wasn’t the least bit of danger,
for the water wasn’t more than three
feet deep in any place. But Belle
screamed for seme one to save her, and
•dial'll) Loring picked her up and swam
to shore with her, Bhe told her friends,
jUst as shfe was going down for the sec
ond time. It must have been queer
swimming, but then it did to tell. In
fact, in the way Bello told it it made
quite apretty- story, and if you hadn’t
: kno\vu tho circumstances of the case
you would have beeu quite apt to think
Ralph Loring a hero. ■.
Belle had had quite a liking for Ralph
for some time. He was good-looking,
smart and well-to-do. In fact, he was
one of the best catches” in the place.
When the very romantic episode of the
boat’s-feeing capsized took place she
declared tha t he had saved her life, told
herself thattshe owed him her gratitude
C.-ld love a.ud proceeded to make herself
agreeablct The result of it was that
Ralph suddenly became attentive and
TjyvMyl by proposed marriage and was
accepted.
Matters stood in that way when Capt.
Do Vanx came to town. Where tho
captain was from and what he "was cap
tain of no one koew. He was good
looking, stylish and well-dressed. He
bad any amount of assurance and in
sinuated himself into tho best society
at once, and nobody asked for his cre
dentials.
“He is snch a romantic-looking fel
low,” declared Belle to Ralph one day ;
“don’t you think so?”
" No, I don’t,” answered Ralph, de
cidedly ; “I think he is a very cheeky -
looking fellow, to say the least, and I’m
considerably mistaken if he would be
willing to havehis affairs inquired into.-”
Ralph had taken a strong dislike to him
from the very first.
“I hope you aren’t jealous,” said
Belle, with a provoking laugh.
“Not at all, thank you,” answered
Ralph.
Belle determined to have some sport.
She would flirt with De Vanx and make
Ralph terribly jealous. When .she got
ready to do so she would send the cap
tain about his business and let Ralph
see that she had been amusing herself
at his expense.
' “It’y be just jelly,” declared Belle.
* • .The very next time they were out in
company together she beset Capt. De
‘ffigEr-wfftrerer-fogoinations, aud that
®Sntleman prove3*ny*t!Ssy and willing
JTvictim. Ralph watAfied'fnS j5WgreKS of
“ affairs with a keen eye.
Af 1 Belle.” he said to her one day, “do
■JgTi think you are doing just right?”
■L“Doing' just right?” replied Belle.
(•What do you mean ?”
“ You know well enough,” answered
Ralph. “ Flirting with De Vanx and
making him believe, like enough, that
you are in earnest.”
“ Oh, it’s such fun 1” laughed Belle,
carelessly. “ Did you Bee how devoted
he was last night?”
“ I saw how thoughtless you were,”
answered Ralph, gravely. “ You may
not like what I am going to say, Belle,
but I shall run the risk of your displeas
ure; It doesn’t seem just the thing for
a yonng woman who is engaged to be
married to be flirting with a stranger as
you are with De Vanx.”
“Indeed!” said Belle, lifting her
eyebrows ; “I don’t think that remark
exactly original. Seems to me I have
heard it before somewhere.”
“Do be in earnest for once, Belle,”
Ralph exclaimed, really provoked. ‘‘ If
yon would only stop to think you’d son
how foolish your conduct is. You’d
> f- ' <T • -
“It occurs to me that you have as
sumed the right to lecture me quite
early in the day,” retorted Belle, with
dignity, before he could go on. “Don’t
go tod far.”
“I am not lecturing you,” he an
swered.
‘/What do you call it? I should like
to know.”
“ I am merely giving- you a little ad
vice,” replied Ralph.
“I wasn’t aware that anyone had
asked*for any,” said Belle, with a good
deal of sarcasm in her tools.
“ No, hut then people who don’t ask
advice often need it,” answered Ralph,
meaningly. “If they were only sensi
ble enough to take it it would do them
a world of good sometimes.”
Belle’s eyes flashed fire. “I haven’t
asked any advice from you,” she said,
indignantly, “and, what is more, I
don’t intend to. I know what Fm about
“I doubt it,” interrupted Ralph.
“And I know enough to mind my
own business, too,” went on Belle. “I
wish other people did.”
That was their first quarrel. Balph
left her, feeling very angry. He had
tried to reason with her and found her
wholly unreasonable. She rather en
joyed it. In novels lovers always quar
reled. Their courtship would have been
humdrum enough without some spice of
that character in it.
“ I’ll show him who’s master,” she
said when he was gone. “ The idea of
his dictating to me 1 I’ll make him
more jealous than he is now before I’m
through, and I’ll bring him to my terms,
too.” Which assertion was a rather
broad one to make, considering the cir
cumstances of the case.
Ralph had hoped that Belle would
look at the matter sensibly after her
anger had cooled ; but, not being fa
mous doing sensible things, she dis
appoi’ him. The very next day she
went at riding with Capt. De Vaux,
and a day or two after that he took her
to a concert. Ralph began to feel
grieved and indignant. He couldn’t be
deaf to the covert remarks of his
friends. Belle’s actions were beginning
to rouse talk. Everybody knew that
they were engaged. Knowing this, and
seeing how intimate she was with De
Vaux, it wasn’t to be wondered at that
they gossipped over the matter.
It isn’t a very pleasant feeling, I im
agine, to be in Ralph’s place—to hear
yonr friends discussing tho doings of
your promised wife, and wondering
what you are going to do about it.
Ralph bore it as long as he could. He
went to see Belle one day, determined
to come to some sort of an understand
ing. He met Capt. De Vanx as ho
went in. That gentleman smiled inso
lently on his rival. Ralph wanted to
give him a good horse-whipping. It
would- have served as an escape-valve
for some of his ugly feelings if he could
have done so.
“Oh, you ought to havo come be
fore,” cried Belle, with effusion; “Capt.
De Vanx has been singing duets with
me. -Btfch a beautiful tenor voice as
he has ! Yon never heard him sing
did yon ?”
“I haven’t had the pleasure,” answer
ed Ralph, dryly.
“ Come up to-morrow evening,” said
Belle. “ He’s coming over to practice
with me again. You’d just enjoy listen
ing to him. I never hoard anyone sing
‘luanita’ so exquisitely as he does—
never! He throws so much passion
into it. I was really charmed, I assure
you.”
“No doubt of it,” said Ralph.
“ And you’d enjoy his company so
much,” rattled on Belle, thinking, I
suppose, that she was doing something
remarkably brilliant. “ I do. He’s so
witty ; he keeps me laughing half the
time. I don’t think I ever enjoyed a
gentleman’s society so much before.”
“Probably not,” retorted Ralph. He
was beginning to get thoroughly dis
gusted. He had thought Belle much
more womanly than she was. He had
deceived himself. Now his eyes were
beginning to get opened.
“And his—” began Belle ; but Ralph
stopped her.
“ \Ve will take all yon are going to
jay for granted,” he said. “I have
come to talk soberly with you, Belle.
1 have borne your oonduct long enough.
If yoti are to be my wife, you? flirta
tions with De Vaux must, terminate at
once. I have a right to- ask that of
you.”
“Really!” Belle smiled scornfully,
“ so you aro going to dictate, are vou?”
“Not. at all,” answered Balph. “You
must act as yon please, lam merely
telling yon how the matter stands.
You are engaged to me As my prom
, ised wife you have no right to act as
yon are doing. You canjbut acknowl
edge that, il you will stop long enough
to think. If 1 were to go on as yon
have bn going tin, I imagine yon
would be quite sure to-see the matter
DALLAS, GEORGIA SEARCH 19, 1875.
in its true light. I have as good a
right to demand you to stop such' con
duct as you would have to demand the
same of me. I think you have been,
thoughtless, and am willing to let ail
ill-feeling drop provided you do aS Task
you to.” "■
“ And if I do not ?” demanded Belle,
haughtily.
“ Then you may consider that all is
over between us, _ Ralph replied.
“Very well,” answered Belle; “here
is vour ring, and—good-morning. ”
Ralph took the ring and bowed him
self ou£, feeling quite as much relieved
as disappointed: He saw that she was
not the woman ho wanted. She could
never make him happy. He bad had a
lucky escape.
Belle watched him go with very angry
eyes. He had told her the truth and
she had acknowledged it.- But she
wasn’t going to give up in that wav.
43he had too much “spirit,” she told,
herself. Too much foolish, silly obsti
nacy would*have hit it. “He’ll come
around in time,” she said. “ He'll get
over this when De Vaux goes away.
Pm not going to be tied up to any man
before Pm married. Til let him know
that he can’t bend me around his little
finger.” a
The summer went by. Ralph didn’t
“ come around” as Belle had expected
he would. He met her in society and
never showed any signs of the wound
she was foolish enough to think she had
given him. He seemed to enjoy life
qnite the same as ever. .Sheconcluded
he was “weAijpg a mask.” People with
wounded hearts usually die in novels,
Belle recollected.*
Capt. De Vans went away, and then
Belle was confident that Balph would
return to his allegiance, but he didn’t
seem inclined.
“ He’s Wiring for me to give him
some most likely,”
Belle fftonght, and she straightway
proceeded to engpurage him by making,
or trying to make, herself very fascinat
ing and agreeable. But Ralph wouldn’t
be fascinated. He repelled all her ad
vances, coldly and politely.
“ He’s obstinate declared Belle. “I’ll
have to ask him to forgive me, and than
—” She confidently expected that that
would bring him to terms.
One evening, at & party, she tried her
plan. They were in the conservatory.
She was looking pale and interesting.
At least she thought so. Ralph didn’t
seem to think much about it.
“I’ve been wanting to say something,
to you for a long time,” she said, put *
ting her handkerchief to her eyes, “ I
see now bow she couldn’t
bear to say how foolish and silly—
“ how thoughtless I was, and I’m sorry
that I wounded your feelings so, Ralph.
If you could forgive me and be my
friend still! if nothing more—”
She believed that would fetch him.
At least it usually did in romances.
“I’m perfectly willing to be your
friend, if you want me,” answered
Ralph, feeling a desire to laugh. He
understood her perfetly. Ho only won
dered how he could have been foolish
enough to fancy her.
“I do want you to,” said Belle,
brokenly. “If you only knew how
many times I have regretted my
thoughtless conduct, Ralph”—with a
sorrowful sigh and a glance out of the
corner of her eye to see if he was about
to capitulate. “I—l’ve missed yonr
ring from my finger, Ralph, so much.”
“Ah?” Ralph had to smile at that
stroke of Belle’s. “It. never fitted you
exactly; if you have noticed, it fits
Allie Brayton’s finger beautifully.”
“ Belle"turned pale. She understood
what Ralph meant.. Ho hud been with
Miss Braytonji fiSgod deal lately but she
hadn’t that lie-thought of
marrying her.
“ jou don’t mean to say ” she
stammered.
“ That I am engaged to Miss Bray
ton? Yes, I do,” answered Ralph. “I
shall be pleased to see you and Capt.
De Vaux at the wedding, which takes
place on Christmas.”
Belle burst into tears. She was never
so vexed and angry before. The affair
hadn’t turned out at all as such affairs
always did in novels. She was mad and
disgusted aud mortified.
“You’re a wretch!” she sobbed.
“You wouldn’t care if you broke my
heart. Oh! Oh !”
“ Sha’n’t I call someone ?” suggested
Ralph, smiling cruelly.
Belle concluded she wouldn’t .faint
then but postponed that demonstration
of the state of her feelings for an in
definite period.— Rural New Yorker.
—One of the boys justjbeforc return
ing to Cornell, the other day, sent a
yonng lady friend of his a cake of
Lubin’a finest variety of toilet soap,
with the request that she would draw
no inference on receiving such a gift-.
The next day the young man was some
what astonished when he received a let
ter from the young lady containing the
present of a ‘fine-tooth comb, with the
tequest that he would draw no infer
ences therefrom.
—A novelty in the mode of hanging
criminals was recently introduced at
Newgate, England, instead of ereot
ing the usual scaffold above ground, a
pit was dug in the soil, and a trap
door made level with the ground,
opening into the pit. The convict was
pinioned by the executioner on the top
of the trap, and at a given signal the
drop fell, and the unfortunate ceased
to live.
—Lenten dinners are becoming fash
ionable, the aim being to give as great
variety as possible in the kinds and
cookery of fish. A printed bill of fare
on one of these occasions mentioned
fifteen different fish- served in a mul
tiplicity of ways. • • .
Hasty Burials.
* On the left-hand side of the carriage
way, as you enter Pere la Chaise, in
Pariac stands an immense square build
ing called Le Mortuaire Publique.
Here the dead are left for a time prior
to tbeir final deposit, and morning and
evening each body is carefully exam
ined, and indications of retarding vital
ity watched. The lids of the coffins
are left open, and every means are
ready. it band to sound the alarm in
cate of returning life, and to resusci
tate those who show any sivns of re
turning consciousness. The French
poop! oh are a morbid fear of being
Mused alive, and the state of catalepsy,
Jtith its various phases, has for a num
ber of years been the subject of mature
fchmight among the physicians of
Tuo danger of hasty sepulture
hae received so many illustrations in
the United States as to make it a ques
tion open to grave discussion and re
tain). The percentage of those awaken
ing from tbeir long sleep, according to
French statistics, is about one in 400,
and the probabilities are that in Eng
land, where the period between death
andb urial is generally six days, and in
A&erica, where the dead are thrust out
"f sight as quick as possible, the per
centage is considerably greater. Un
necessary haste characterizes most of
our doingfbpon this side of the ocean ;
but in no particular are we more inju
dicious, more guilty of want of feeling
and scientific shortsightedness than in
the rapidity with which we dispose of
oar dead.
In the experience of a medical stu
dent, published in the January number
of the Inland Monthly, by’ Enrique
Parmer, we find several well-authenti
cated oases, sufficient to fill the mind
with horror and to turn the thoughts
backward to many faces whose lifelike
expression upon their day of departure
from the light of heaven has remained
indelibly impressed upon our memo
ries. We have first the case of a strong
man who dropped away suddenly, was
put in the gravq and the sods stamped
upon bi* coffin. Four days afterward
the body was found twisted round, an
ankle dislocated, hair tnrned white and
torn ont, and featnres distorted in a
terrible manner. There is next the
case of a young lady, beautiful in per
son and accomplishment,. laid away
hurriedly. Upon removing her remains
to another cemetery the ODen coffin dis
closed a gashed face, lacerated breast
and arms, tofts of hair strewn abont,
feet drawn np as is if in wild effort for
•release,' the finely-chiseled featnres
soarred by finger-nails. Less than a
score of years ago a yonng man, six
days after burial, was found turned on
nis face, with one arm bitten to the
bone and other evidences of a frightful
death-wrestle. In the various grave
yards of the land, where cemeteries
have been dug over and exhumed, there
have been often found bodies or skele
tons turned over on their sides or faces,
with knees drawn up, joints distended,
handsclenched.arms thrust against their
narrow prison-house, fingers twisted in
the hair, and numerous other evidences
of a struggle too horrible and agoniz
ing to dream of. In the old burial j
ground in the city of Brooklyn there
was found the corpse of a yonng bride,
dressed in wedding garments of the
richest white satin, with bridal veil,
riDg, and all the evidences of wealth
and position. The skeleton was found
twisted and displaced, and the gar
ments grasped as if in a vise in the
clenched fiinger-bones ; even tho long,
raven tresses, which were as glossy and
perfect as ever, were bit fast in tho
fleshless teeth, as with the final de
spairing agony of death. Numerous
cases of a similar kind have happened
here and in England. Only last year a
woman died in Pennsylvania and was
buried. When her husband, who had
been absent at the time of her death, re
turned, he insisted npon exhumation,
and to the -unutterable dismay of all the
body was found lying upo- its Lee. the
shrond covered with blood, the flesh
torn from the loft shoulder, with every !
mark that a fearful struggle had taken,
place. But the most singular case
recorded by the medical student is one
which came under his own knowledge
and manipulation. Among his ac
quaintances he numbered a young and
beautiful girl. Miss ——, for whom he
cherished a sincere and romantic attach
ment. Te his infinite astonishment he
read in the morning paper that she had
just died and would be buried to-mor
row. Hurrying to the house he found
that the young girl had died of heart
disease, and that the old family physi
cian had pronounced life extinct. Her
appearance, connected with this sudden
taking-off, convinced him that she was
only in a trance. He waited upon the
physician, implored him to delay this
interment—in vain. There was a fine
funeral, an eloquent sermon, tears and
flowers - all in proper form—and the
fair being was laid in the dnst and shut
out forever from life and light. As the
clock tolled the hour of midnight the
young student, with the assistance of
a friend, stood at the grave. Spreading
a blanket upon the earth, they cut- the
sod and began their work. In a few
minutes the spade touohcd the head of
the coffin aud, upon removing the nails,
a deep groan smote npon their ears.
As the student cautiously put his hand
within the coffin to lift the body out,
the hand of the girl, which was laid
palm downwards over her eyes and
forehead, clutched the hand that touch
ed her like a vise, the mouth at the
same time uttering a most agonizing
groan. Wrapping the body in blank
ets, the two students bore it swiftly to
their sanctum, dosed the door, and
there a sight revealed itself which
chilled the youths with terror ami re
morse. The lip was bitten through, i
| shreds of raven hair were twisted round
! the fingers, and the left wrist was dis
located ia the unavailing efforts of the
poor creature to free herself from mis
ery. Once, only once, under the influ
ence of a powerful battery, did she
open her eyes. But all was over—she
was dead—killed by heartless custom,
unseemly haste and burial ignorance.
There are many reasons why hasty
burials are injudicious, not to say in
decorous and unfeeling. The use of
opiates and the increase of nervous
diseases in the United States have cer
tainly had a tendency to develop cases
of catalepsy or trance. A man sud
denly stricken down with apoplexy,
palsy, epilepsy or someone of the
many forms of brain disease ; appar
ently life has departed, and he is im
mediately shut up in a box, prayed
over and Ipirried away with unneces
sary haste to his last resting-place.
In the heat of summer it is of course
desirable that speedy interment should
take place, but that very heat soonest
develops the sign which no eyes can
mistake—the presence of decomposi
tion. Until the phenomenon has taken
place it is neither right, reasonable nor
in accordance with common feeling
and’ decency that a body which has
lived its little life should be consigned
to the dnst fresh from which it sprung.
—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
Indigo and its Preparation
The dje called “indigo” is obtained
from an herbaceous plant cultivated on
large plantations in India. It is cut
close to the ground with reaping-hooks
and tied into bundles ; these bundles
on arriving at the factory are messnred
by a chain, being paid for to the ryots
at a fixed rate of so many bundles for a
rupee, each man getting a paper stating
the number of bundles he has given in
each day. A sufficient quantity of
plant having arrived, the filling of the
vats commences, the bundles of plant
are put into the upper row of vats till
they are filled, bamboos are laid across,
and two. heavy beams of wood are
tightly screwed down over them. The
filling of the vats being completed,
j water is pumped into them from a res
ervoir close at hand, these pumps being
worked by coolies’ feet treading them,
something after the fashion of a tread
mill. The plant is left steepiog, ac
cording to the weather, from eight to
ten hours, it being the duty of the
“rung mistree”—the man who looks
after the details of the manufacturing—
to say when the plugs closing the open
ings leading from the higher to the
lower vats are to be reopened and the
water allowed to flow into the lower
vats. This done, the beaters get in,
eight men to each vat, and commence
beating the water with long poles
shaped like paddles. The beating of
the vats generally takes about two
hours. The beaters present a most ex
traordinary appearance as they step out
from the vats, dyed from head to foot a
dark blue, which gives their bronze
skins a curious tinge by which vat
coolies may be known for weeks after
the manufacturing. The beating of
the vats over the indigo subeides ; the
waste water is carried off by means of a
drain, and the indigo flows hy anotner
drain to the reservoir, whence it is
pumped into the boiler, boiled, run off
to a table, pressed, and carried to the
drying-house as before described ; from
the time the plant is cut till the mdigo
reaches the drying-house occupying
from two to three days. On the proper
steeping, bearing, and boiling of the
indigo in a great measure depends the
quality of the produce, though the soil
on which it is grown and the water in
which it is steeped also materially affect
it. The manufacturing season general
ly lasts about six weeks, and the indigo
is fit for packing about the beginning
of November. Before packing com
mences sample cakes of each day’s
manufacture are examined, and the in
digo arranged according to color, so
that each chest may be of as uniform a
quality as possible.
Sheep on a Farm.
Sheep are undervalued By the mass j
laud-holders as a means of keeping up j
the fertility of the soil and putting j
money into the pockets of farmers. !
The moment one begins to talk of
sheep husbandry, the listener or reader j
begins to look "for wool quotations, as
if wocl was all that yields profit from
sheep. One might as well look for
wheat quotations alone when there is j
talk about the profit of farming.
Sheep on a farm yield both wool and j
mutton. They multiply with great
rapidity. They are the best of farm j
scavengers. “ cleaning a field” as no
other class of animals will. They give'
back to the farm more in proportion to !
what they take from it than any other :
animal, and distribute it better with a j
view to the future fertility of the soil. ;
Prove this ? There is no need of proof j
to those who have kept sheep, and
know their habits and the profits they
yield. To prove it to those who have
not the experience, it is necessary they
should trythe experiment or accept the
testimony of an experienced shepherd.
Bnt the live stock of a farm should
not, necessarily, be sheep, exclusively.
I Cattle, horses, swine, have their re
spective places in the farm economy.
! How many of each to keep is a ques
| tion that locality, character of markets,
adaptation of soil, predisposition, taste
i and skill of the husbandman must de
cide. But one thing ought not to b 9
f rgotten, that the more stock a man
keeps on his farm the more grass and
it ought to, and, if properly managed,
it will grow. The rates of increase
will correspond with the business tact,
technical and practical knowledge, aid
skill of the husbandman.— New York
World.
VOLUME I. NUMBER 5.
FACTS AND FANCIES.
—Transmission of money by post in
Russia is expressly forbidden, and the
money is liable to confiscation.
—Red used on a railroad signifies
danger, and savs stop. It is the same
thing displayed on a man’s nose.
—A person of inquiring turn of
mind asked, “ Does the Lord love a
man who spends at a church festival
the money he owes his washerwoman?”
A $1,400,000,000 tract deed has just
been put on reccord in Denver. Rich
men have to study arithmetic out
there.
—What sort of grammar ia it which
compels a person to say, “I saw four
deer in one drove,” but won’t let him
say, “ there are ten hog in the garden?”
—A tract on “The Wickedness of
Gluttony” is. said to have been found
among the good things sent to the Kan
sas grasshopper sufferers.
—Texas towns are peculiar. An ex
asperated Dallas paper asks : “Is
there no ordinance to prevent the firing
off of pistols as a means of alarm in
cases of fire?”
—ln an English town twenty barrels
of gun-powder were taken from a shop
and put in a cart. The driver mounted,
sat on one of the barrels, lighted his
pipe and drove away.
—A matter-of-fact doctor’s wife at
tempted to move him by tears. “Ah!”
said he, “tears are useless. I have
analayzed them. They contain a little
phosphate of lime, some chlorate of
lime and water. ”
—A lamp chimney may be made al
most indestructable by putting it over
the fire in a vessel of hot water and let
ting it remain until the water boils. It
will be found that boiling toughens in
this case.
—The newspaper reporters of Chicago
propose to give a theatrical entertain
ment at an early day for the benefit of
the poor of that city- It will not be
advisable to marry into a poor family,
though, on this account.
—Mr. George Smith has discovered
among the Assyrian tablets in the Brit
ish museum the legend of the building
of the Tower of BabeL The discovery
is quite as important as that of the
tablet relating to the deluge, made
known by the same gentleman.
—Sentiment is nothing but senti
ment. An ex-army captain, lin Col
orado, when dying, asked the boys to
wrap the old flag around him. They
had no flag, and so they wrapped him
in a coffee-sack, and he exclaimed:
“ Ah! may you all die as proudly ! ”
—Alexander Dumas, it is said, never
sketches a scheme for any of his pieces.
He takes for a four-act piece seventy
seven big pages of bine paper. He
devotes twenty pages each to the first,
second and third acts, and seventeen to
the last.
—You're right there. Tookey. There’s
allays two ’pinions. There’s the ’pinion
a man has of himsen, and there’s the
’pinion other folks have on him.
Ther’d by two ’pinions abont a cracked
bell if the hell could hear itself.
—A dry goods clerk lately dropped
senseless" behind the counter while
waiting on customers. The female cus
tomer for whom he had palled down
every bolt of calico on the shelves
quietly requested the proprietor to re
move the incumbrance and send on an
other clerk.
“’—When a girl crops her front hair
and pulls it down over her forehead like
a Mexican Mustang, and then ties a
piece cf red velvet ronnd her neck, who
can wonder at the number of pale-facid
young men that throw away their am
bition and pass sleepless nights in try
ing to raise down on their upper lips ?
—The Troy Times says : At a party
on Fourth street the; other night a
young gentleman tried to coax a young
lady to play on the piano. She said
couldn't. “Why” said he, “you can
play the ‘ Blue Danube’ waltz, can’t
you?” “No,” said she, “but I can
play penny ante just like a little man.”
She is beautifn! and accomplished.
—“Yes, sir,” yelled a preacher in a
Dakota church one Sunday morning,
“ there’s more lying and swearing and
stealing and general deviltry to the
square inch in this here town than all
the rest of the American country,” aud
then the congregation got np aud
dumped the preacher out of the win
dow.
The Vesper Bell.
To the traveler in Spanish America,
the striking of the vesper bells exer
cises a potent charm. As the usage re
quires everyone to halt, no matter were
he may be) at the first stroke of the
bell, to interrupt his conversation, how
ever impor'ant. and listen without stir
ring until the conclusion of the chime,
the singularity of a whole population
surprised in a moment, as it comes and
goes, held in a state of petrification,
and paralyzed as if by an encounter,
may be imagined. On every side you
see" gestures interrupted, mouths half
opened for the arrested remark, smiles
lingering or passing into an expression
of prayer ; yon would fancy them a
nation of statues. A town in South
America at the tinkle of the Angelus
resembles the city in the “Arabian
Nights” whose inhabitants are turned
into stones. The magician here is the
bell ringer : but hardly has the vibra
j tion ceased when a universal murmur
arises from these thousands of oppress
ed lungs. Hands meet hands, ques
tions seek answers, conversations re
sume their course; horses feel the loos
eued bridle and paw the ground; dogs
bark, babies cry, tho fathers sing, the
mothers chatter. The accidental turns
thus given to conversation are mauy,