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HENRY A, PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum.
VOL. XI. RIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 1881. NO. 26.
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Unwritten Magic.
Wo hear its low and dreamy ton
Like tome sweet angel spoil,
Among the wood-haunts wild and lone,
Whoro tho young violets dwell ;
Whore the deep Bnneet flush hath thrown
Its glory on the sea,
We linger for its ceaseless" moan
.That wordless minstrelsy I
The primal world its echoos woke
When first the ardent sun,
In all his fresh'ning day-spring, broke,
His regal race to run ;
It floated through those lonely skies,
Each immemorial hill,
Where now Buch countless cities rise,
The might of human will I
The cavern'd depths of the wild sea
That gather in their lair
Such Bhrioks of mortal agony,
Such pleadings of dospair,
TJpon their turgid billows wreathed
Such lulling strains have sped,
As if their charnel waters breathed
No requiem for the dead.
Oh 1 earth hath not a lonely plain
Unblest by mystic song;
The diapason of tlio main,
Its anthoni to prolong.
The seaman, in his home-fraught dream
Upon tho moonlit waves,
Hears, in its undulating stream,
The chant of wat'ry caves.
Through Hippocrenc's violet fount
The haunting spirit mng ;
To every old Thessalian mount
Its storied legends clung.
It filled tho wild Birotian hills
With fabled visions blent,
And murmured through tho Pythian rilla-
A melody unspent.
An inccnso-breatli upon the wind,
For morning's glorious dower ;
A fairy spell, the heart to bind
At noontide's languid hour ;
A voice the lorest-child hath sought
By every glado and stream ;
But most, at twilight's hour of thought,
Half shadow and halt' dream.
A song upon tho summer prinio,
Of gladness and of praise ;
A voice that bids tho vintage time
Its choral tribute raise ;
A tone ubiquitous and free,
A deathlesB music given ;
A strain of immortality,
An attribute of heaven !
William Iluhtr, Jr., in Boston lo'.to
A FASCINATING GHOST.
W ANTED A young gentleman who known
how to veil, huh who w rites a good li.m I.
to do iiopviii;: in tlio country for two or tl n-e
months. M ; t remain in employer's ho.;-n .
Adtires in o Iisih'l, stating what salun i
txpi eieil, X., 1'.' 1-tmi, this otliee.
This wn au i dvertisement I cut out
of the Kr ii '. '.,. one spiing afn-r-noon.
Iu the old dtiys 1 bad been book
kef ii'i' tor the lute concern of Skin Hint
Starve!. iniout & Co., mid while will,
tbeni 1 bud been getting a good salary,
and, to my sorr w be it said, live.!
pietty wi 11 ii to it; so as I made noth
ing by tho fa lute of the concern, atul
lost my plaee as well, 1 bad to conn
down very low. I bad saved a little,
more by good luck than from fore
thought, and this little, used with the
strictest economy, and added to by a
few dollars made here and there in odd
ways, was all that, had kept me alive fur
eightt en months. However, I didn't
feel quite disposed to go to the dogs
yet, for there as always a chance of
something tinning up in a great city
like 'New York.
As I looked around my room that
evening I realized bow bare it was of
either furniture or adornments; how
unlike Ah, well, there was my paper;
and I unfolded it with all the glee of a
child over a new story-book. There
was, of course, the nsual political news,
the nsual number of railroad accidents
and criminal procsedings; there were
items of interest to investors and
theater-goers and travelers; but nothing
for me. I had no money to invest, or
for theaters, or traveling. So I skipped
all that and went on to the advertise
ments, and the only one of them all
worth reading twice was tho advertise
ment quoted above.
I read it two or three times, and then
decided it was worth tryiug. So I
hunted up a sheet of paper and ad
dressed X as follows:
"My Dear Mr., Mrs., or Miss X.: I
. notice your advertisement in to-day's
issue of the Eveninq Post. My hand
writing you can see for yourself. My
spelling, I think, is usually correct, and
there is no doubt I am "a gentleman.
As to salary, I don't know what to say
I don't wish to value my services at
more than they're worth. Should you
mean by 'remain in employer's
house,' that I would be boarded and
lodged at your expense, my price that
is, asking jirice is five dollars a week.
"Yours respectfully,
"James W. WoLcorr."
The next afternoon I heard from my
friend X., who proved to be a man. His
letter ran thus:
"James W. Wolcott, Esq.:
" My dear Sa You may be a gentle
man, write a good hand, and know how
to spell, but you're a fool. I inclose
sixty-three cents, the fare to You
will take the 7 a. m. train to-morrow
morning from Grand Central depot, and
when you arrive at , ask for my
carriage, as it will be there to meet you.
"Yours, etc,
"Sol. Humphreys."
Sol. Humphreys I the last man in the
world I would voluntarily have written
to, and for employment, too ! Two years
before I had a very nice little flirtation
with pretty Mabel Humphreys, and it
bad gone so far that if the crash in my
affairs had not occurred, I believe there
might have been an understanding, if
not an engagement. Dut as it was I
put away all thoughts of love and love
making and dropped pretty Mabel very
suddenly, without any kind of an under
standing, and I had not seen her since.
And now to think I had fairly got
myself into it again I But, I reflected,
I might not see much of Mabel, after
all. So much tho better. Bread and
butter was a necessity and I must go
and mane the best of it.
The next morning I caught the train,
but missed my breakfast, and by tho
time I reached the house I was decid
edly hungry.
Mr. Humphreys met me at the door,
and I was pleased to see he did not
seem to remember me at all. He put
up his eyeglasses, and inspected me
from head to foot.
" So you're James W. Wolcott, are
you, young man ?"
I told him he was not mistaken.
I always had that name bornwith it, I
believed.
"And you think you're a gentle
man?" I begged his pardon didn't th nk
anything about it; it was a self-evident
fact.
The old fellow grinned. "Suppose
you come in and have some breakfast.
Yon haven't had any, I suppose ?"
I said I had not."
" Well, come in and have some."
After breakfast Mr. Humphreys led
the way into the library and motioned
me to take a chair, while he explained
what my work was to be. He had been
writing a history, or text book, of ferns
he was an enthusiastic botanist and
wanted it copied for the press. The
work of re-writing the whole thing
legibly was more than he wished to un
dertake, so he had advertised for an
amanuensis.
After this had been explained to me,
Mr. Humphreys started up. " Get yo u
hat, Mr. Wolcott. I want to show you
around."
All through the house and all over
the place he took me, and when he got
to the farther extremity of the grounds
ho paused, and poiuting to a huge
stone house beyond, said: "I'm tryiug
to buy that house; I'm very anxious to
get it, but my daughter objects."
I asked him why she objected.
"Well, you see it hasn't been occu
pied lately, and she says it's gloomy;
sa s it's haunted, and she wouldn't like
to live in it."
" Mis Humphreys can't really believe
that to be true," I answered.
" I don't know whether she docs or
not. She's away now, but she'll be
home to-morrow, and perhaps she'll be
more reasonable."
The next day Mabel arrived. She
met me politely, went through the in
troduction pracefully, and acted as if
she had never seen me before. There
was not the slightest half-glance of
recognition she evidently intended to
consider me a recent acquaintunce.
With curious inconsistency I could not
help being a little disappointed, while
at the same time I was immensely re
lieved. I don't know what I had ex
pected a start, a blush, just the shy,
pleased look of a girl toward an old
f i iend not yet forgotten ; or was it
haughtiness, hardly veiled anger, dis
gust ? Whatever I had expected, I got
nothing at all but pleasant, meaning
less words, great politeness, great civil
ity. 1 had nothing whatever to do
vith, and could have no interest in, the
mtitiiacy that formerly existed between
Mabel Humphreys and James W. Wol-i-ott
; he w as one man, and I was
another. And 60 the days went on,
nd she was always friendly with her
father's copyist.
Toward the end of July Ned Hum
phreys came home, and brought Mr.
Butter-Scotch Steele with him. Mr.
Steele's baptismal name was William,
but he had been reehristened by his
friends Btitter-Scotch, on account of his
fondness for that particular kind of
candy.
Ned was quite a boy, and a capital
fellow at that, and he and I soon became
firm friends ; but Butter-Scotch I
loathed. I really don't know why I
loathed him so much, unless because
there was a rumor afloat that Mabel
was making up her mind to renounce
tho bangs and bangles of a sii.gle life,
and henceforth stick to Butter-Scotch.
Of course this of itself was enough to
make me contemplate placing an ex
traordinarily bent pin on his chair, or
converting his overcoat pocket into a
repository for a litter of baby kittens.
But independently of this rumor, I had a
distinct and positive impression that I
loathed the man just as he was, whether
he ever succeeded in marrying Mabel
or not. Of course it was none of my
business, but it did seem a pity to stand
by and seo her become the missing rib,
thereby completing the ' anatomy, of
such a molly-coddle.
On j morning I was standing on the
piazza just finishing a very nice cigar
Mr. Humphreys had presented me with
the day before, with the remark that
he didn't mind a man smoking once in
a while, if he smoked tobacco, but he
abominated cabbage " when Mabel
came out.
"Mr. Wolcott," she said, " are you
going to be busy for a few minutes ?'"'
"I think not," I replied. "Mr.
Humphreys doesn't want to begin for
half an hour yet."
" Then will you come to the croquet
ground and finish your cigar there?"
" Certainly," I answered; " with
pleasure."
Over to the croquet ground we strolled,
and Mabel sat down on one of the rustio
seats. Without preamble of any kind,
she began:
" I know you have a friendly feeling
for us all, Mr. Wolcott, and I want to
ask your opinion and advice."
I bowed, for she was unquestionably
right about my friendly feeling, but I
wondered what was coming.
She went on: " What do you think of
Mr. Steele"
Well, that was a poser ! What did I
think of Butter-Scotch ? That he was a
fool, of course; but I reflected it wouldn't
do to tell her so, particularly if she was
going to Oh, no! it wouldn't do at
all
" Why do you ask, Miss Humphreys?"
"I will tell you frankly. There is a
very strong inclination on papa's part to
buy the stone house."
" Yes, I know there is."
" And I don't want he to."
" May I ask why not?"
" Because it's haunted."
"I don't see how that affects Mr.
Steel he isn't haunted."
Mabel laughed. " I don't suppose he
is. But that isn't what I mean. I want
to know if he is courageous enough to
go there and see if it really is haunted."
" Oh, I guess he's pretty brave; he
says he is, and Mr. Humphreys thinks
so too, I believe."
"Yes, papa is so enthusiastic over
Mr. But I mean Mr. Steele's kind
heart and religious feeling; he thinks
he must be a good man, and not easily
frightened." She looked at me squarely.
"And I want to know if he's a man
fully to be trusted "
"With untold wealth?"
"No; to see a ghost."
"Ah! I see 1"
" You're brave, too, aren't you, Mr.
Wolcott?"
" You're very kind to say so, but I
aesnre you there never was a worse
coward than I am. I've no courage at
all I'm all brain ! Now there's the dif
ference between Mr. Steele and my
self." Mabel rose. "Yes, I .see the differ
ence," she said. "I'm very much obliged
to you, Mr. Wolcott, for your good ad
vice. I wasn't sure whether he would
undertake it. Brain is a good thing,
so is courage; I prefer a happy mixture."
And with a pleasant little nod she sailed
off.
I never saw until afterward what a
comparison I had made one all cour
age and no brain, and the other all
brain and no courage. I had muddled
things badly, that was evident, and the
worst of it was that sho never gave me
an opportunity to let her know I had
not intended any disrespect to her
future liege.
All this time Sol. Humphreys never
ceased talking about buying tho stone
house. At last Mabel made the propo
sition that some night we three, Ned,
Butter-Scotch and myself, should go
there and stay until morning, and if our
report was " no ghosts," she would not
say any more against the purchasing
scheme; but if anything diabolical or
mysterious happened, that her father
was to give up the idea. Our consent
being asked we cheerfully gave it, and
as one time was as good as another, we
decided to make the experiment that
night.
Armed each with a stout stick and
pillow, we advanced upon the haunted
dwelling about 9 o'clock, and were
admitted by tho man in. charge, whose
headquarter were in an adjoining build
ing, which communicated with the house
by a long entry, at the end of which
was an iron door. This door was closed
and bolted after us, and we were left to
make our explorations in our own way.
I for one did not expect to see any
thing supernatural, but Mabel's stories
were very vivid, and I would have liked
to oblige her by seeing something un
canny. We had brought a lantern with
us, and Butter-Scotch had very self
sacritieingly taken charge of it. So we
ascended the stairs, and made a tour of
tho upper floor, then descended, and
made another tour of the ground floor
and cellar, and Butter-Scotch considered
the exploration so thorough that lie
strongly advocated going home and to
bed, and bringing in a sealed verdict,
"No ghosts." But we wouldn't hear
of it. So, having made sure that the
front door was unlocked on the inside,
and could be opened instantaneously if
the proposed ghost were disposed to' be
violent, or use language unfit for "ears
polite," we made ourselves as comfort
able in the hall as tho circumstances of
no bod and an indefinite ghost would
allow.
Ten o'clock no ghost. Eleven not
a sound. Eleven-thirty " Ned, you're
snoring."
" Oh no ; I was thinking how "
Suddenly there was a crash some
where in the house.
"By George 1" gasped Ned, " we're in
for it, boys, and don't you forget it I"
I don't know how long we waited,
but then it began again first a sneeze,
then a hissing sound, then a pail rolling
downstairs, followed by an assortment
of dust-pans and fire-irons.
This was first-class. After the storm
ceased Butter-Scotch, in a committee
of one, proposed that we should alter
the verdict to "ghosts emphatically,"
and go home. It was entertaining, but,
to tell the truth, he was sleepy.
In a few minutes there was another
crash, and we taw something white on
the stairs, slowly and solemnly approach
ing. As it neared the bottom, it raised
an arm; a low moan came from it, and a
rasping sound of a by no means cheer
ful character.
Butter-Scotch made for the door, and
in his excitement pushed against it in
stead of pulling, so he couldn't get out.
The ghost, seeing our fright, uttered a
shriek, and came swiftly toward us.
This was too much for flesh and blood
to bear, and Butter-Scotch yelled,
"Murder! thieves! fire!" frantic with
horror, and we all three pulled and
pushed, beside ourselves with fear.
Just as the ghost had nearly reached
us Ned pulled the door open, and there
was a crash and a rush, and before I
knew what had happened the door was
shut to with a bang, and I was left in
darkness in the hall, with the knowl
edge that the beastly ghost was where
it could touch me if it wanted to. A
second of silence, and then a voice
hissed, " Cowards I" I indorsed that
opinion heartily, but the others were
greater cowards than I was; I wouldn't
have kicked the light out of the lantern,
or shut the door on them.
There was a yawn, and then the thing
said, " Oh, my !"
I plucked up my spirits a little. The
ghost had sense enough to be sleepy,
aud I thought I could stand a little talk,
if it would only keep hands off. Possibly
it wanted to find the door, for it came
straight toward me. But the knob
wasn't where the phantom thought it
ought to be, and the seeking hand
rested for about two seconds on my nose.
The touch gave me courage; it was
warm, soft and pleasant as a woman s.
I stretched out my arms and grasped
the phantom. It shrieked and started.
but I was strong, and the ghost was
solid, so it didn't get away. I didn't
feel afraid of it then; on the contrary,
it seemed afraid of me.
" Dear ghost, sweet ghost," I said,
" I won't hurt you."
The answer came tremblingly and
low: "What are you saying? Who
sent you ?"
" Why, my darling ghost," I said,
" the lady that's going to be Mrs. Butter-Scotch."
' How do you know she is?"
"Oh, I know veil enough. Yon must
be a smart ghost not to know that 1"
" She doesn't love him."
" Oh, yes she does. My sweet little
phantom, you're entirely mistaken.
Come, I'll see if I can't light the lan
tern, if that insane booby hasn't smashed
it all to pieces in getting out."
"Let me go, please," the ghost
begged, in a very polite manner, and as
it spoke the words sounded to me very
much as from a human voice disguised,
and yet I couldn't see for the life of me
how anything human could have got
into the house after. ;e came in, or how
anything human could have made such
an everlasting row, and rattled its bones
so unpleasantly. But the ghost's hands
uritnnuLi. wutuuo yuuei a nanus
sh on them. My curiosity was
1, so I said: "No, I cannot let
had flesh
aroused
you go."
"It's wrong hugging me, when you
love another."
" Whom do I love ?"
"Mrs. Butter-Scotch, of course. I
know all about it."
"Yon do, eh? Then I suppose you
know how it all happened?"
" Yes, of course I do."
" Do you know why I stopped ?"
"Because you hadn't money enongh
to ask her to marry you."
" You're perfectly right, my dear lit
tle ghost, but neither yon nor I know
whether she'd have married me even if
I had happened to have plenty of
money. I wish you'd tell me that."
"I won't do anything of the kind. I'm
perfectly surprised at myself for talking
to a mortal so long. Good-bye, man. Go
back to the Humphreys and tell them
what you have seen. If the old man
buys this house won't I make it hot for
him! Good bye, mortal."
But I wouldn't let go of the ghost's
arm.
'Tlease let me go now," I he phantom
beseeched.
A bright idea came to me. I said:
" Can I trust you ? Is a ghost's word
good for anything?"
With great dignitv it answered:
"Yes: I never lie."
" All right. If you'll promise to meet
me to-morrow evening under the old
apple tree on Mr. Humphrey's place at
10 o'clock, I'll let you go." And as I re
leased my hold the ghost seemed to
vanish away, and I opened the door and
went out. My senses were dazed in the
open air; the evening had been so
strange, so almost suspicious, that I
could not fathom it all at once. Be
sides, I had allowed tb'i ghost to go be
fore it had given the promise to
meet me again. I remembered my
stupidity with regret, but somehow I
folt the ghost would consider the prom
ise as having been given, and be at the
trysting-place. At the house they had
given me up for lost, and were discuss
ing all manner of plans for my rescue,
and Ned was on the point of coming for
me alone, as Mr. Steele could not bo
persuaded to enter that house again
until daylight. However, the thing was
settled, and Mr. Humphreys accepted
onr report unquestionably, but with
great regret, and the next morninq; Ma
bel was informed of tho result. At last
the evening came, and wo were on the
piazza. Mabel had retired with a head
ache, and tho rest of us smoked our
cigars and followed our own thoughts
in silence. As it neared 10 I arose
leisurely and strolled off to the old
apple tree. I had been there but a few
minutes when I saw a white figure ap
proaching as if from the adjoining
place, and it came straight to me and
stopped at my side.
I lifted my hat. " Good evening," I
said.
The phantom responded with a neat
little ghostly courtesy. " Mortal, j
never tell a lie," it said.
" Will you shako hands ? Truly a
ghost's word can be believed."
lhe phantom gave me its hand, but
after I had held it a decent length of
time, tried to regain possession of it.
"Does the old gentleman bohevo?"
asked the ghost.
" Yes; it's all right he won't buy the
house now, You can remain alone in it
in undisturbed possession."
" I don't want to stay alone in it."
"Well, my sweet phantom, I don't
seo how you're going to fix it. Haven't
you any relatives to como and help you
bo gay?"
"No, none."
"That's bad. I know tho dust-pan
and fire-iron business is jolly, and theu
it does sound awfully cheerful to have
pails rolling downstairs; but it's like
playing billiards gets monotonous if
you haven't any one to play with."
lhe ghost sighed.
"What's that for?" I inquired. "Don't
you like being a ghost ?"
" No, not a bit."
" Dear mo I Would you like to be an
ordinary common mortal person ?"
" Yes."
' ' My ? And get married ?'
"Yes, I guess so I don't know."
" Well, I'm very fond of you, dear
little ghost."
" I don't believe you. You're fond of
somebody else."
" Well, well; you told mo that before,
and I don't deny it; but, my sweet littlo
phantom, she don't care two cents for
me now."
"How do you know?"
" Oh, I know it very well."
" You're wrong. Why don't you go
and ask her ?"
"I'm not going to insult her."
" Do you call that an insult ?"
" Yes from one in my position.
Sweet ghost," I said, coming nearer,
" let's make believe you're my angel,"
putting my arms around her, and draw
ing her to me.
" Then you don't love her?"
" On the contrary, it's because I love
her so much that I want to make be
lieve you're Miss Mabel."
The ghost submitted with a good
grace, but forgot her assumed ghostli
ness. " James I" she said, and the voice
carried me back two years, and my
darling was revealed to me.
"Mabel, Ma eel," I said, "what is
this T Does it mean yoa love me ?"
"Yes."
"But why did you play such a prank
on us all?"
"I knew you still loved me, but
would never say so, and, besides, I
wanted a little fun."
"Bless you, it was fun, but you might
have been hurt."
"Oh, no," she laughed; "I wasn't
afraid. The others were so brave, and
you were such a coward all brain and
no courage, you know."
A month later I was a clerk on a good
salary, and six months later Mabel and
I were married. But the secret of our
wooing in the stone house and under
the apple tree was never told, and from
that time forth I hod no fear of ghosts
my own particular precious little
ghost was my shield and my protection.
Harper's Bazar.
THE INDUSTRIES OP SEW YORK
Fig-arm Which liow lhe Immense Amount
of liiislness Done by the Metropolis.
That New York is an important manu
facturing center, as well as the com
mercial metropolis of the country, is
generally little thought of, yet it is this
productive industry which" has princi
pally caused its astonishing growth in
population, and by which the most of
those who live here find their support.
Its vast commerce requires many work
ers, and, supports a large class who do
little or no work, simply living on the
interest of former accumulations; but
the productive industry here, aside from
he mere handling of "the products of
the industry of others, distributes,
through the countless channels which
reach the family and the individual,
the means of living, which have caused
our thoroughfares to be so crowded, and
which have necessitated so many miles
of street railways, elevated railroads,
ferries and bridges. The total of im
ports and exports of New York city for
the last calendar year was $890,189,814
a little more than half of that of the
whole United States but the produc
tions of the workshops and factories of
the city, whereby, the raw or half-finished
materials were brought into shape
for practical use, amount to more than
one half tho value of the exports and
imports.
The statistics showing tho extent of
these manufacturing industries have re
cently been forwarded to the census
bureau at Washington, by Charles E.
Hill, who has been the chief special
agent here supervising their collection.
They include the business of tho year
from June, 1879, to June, 1880, and do
not cover a few special lines of industry,
which have only been made subjects of
investigation by general agents for the
whole united States, for 189 cunerem
branches of business, as specified, the
capital employed was $157j581,749, in
11,0(18 establishments, employing 202,
459 hands, using 1,312 boilers, and 1,124
engines of 41,951 horse power, and pro
ducing goods valued at 435,422,102.
Of these hands 133,998 were males above
sixteen, (53,482 females above fifteer,
and 1,393 children and youth, and this
enumeration of help does not include
proprietors or firm members, superin
tendents, bookkeepers or Bolesruen
none, in short, connected with the mer
cantile department, but only those work
ing for wages as producers. It will bo
at once obseived that, adding these ex
ceptions, we would greatly swell the
number of those who find employment
in the several branches of business,
although the latter would largely be
paid according to the profits of the
business. Taking the materials used
207,043,23(5 plus the wages paid, from
the value of tho products, we have
78,804,832, for the payment of theso
others engaged and the interest on
capital.
Among the important items not in
cluded in this list is the manufacture of
silk goods (which was 7,842,515), pas
(sr5.199,979), shipbuilding, and brewing
and distilling, with several minor in
dustries, for which tho statistics have
not yet been completed. The whole, it
is estimated, will bring the total erv
nearly up to $500,000,000.
The most important industry in the
list is the manufacture of men's cloth
ing, a branch of business which has
grown wonderfully since the introduc
tion of power for cutting as well as
sewing. The production iu this line is
valued at 59,798,097, employing 04,
(150 hands, while women's clothing llg
n res for j? 18,5119,487, employing 17,207
hands. In boots and shoes, 123 facto
ries make goods to tho value of $4,799,
371, and 710 custom shoemaking shops
produce $2,803,020 worth. The products
of slaughtering and meat packing were
valued at S29.297.527, including 2 11.275
beeves, 122,500 calves, and 002,000
sheep. In machinery tho product was
$5,077,040; and in engines and boilers,
83,213,371; car building and repairing,
$547,037; metal goods aud metal spin
ning, $145,473; steam fitting aud steam
heatiug, 1,29,259; iron casting and
finishing, $5,489,251; tin, copper, and
sheet iron ware, $2,347,182; furniture,
$9,005,779; wood brackets, molding
tuiniup, etc , $1,371,083; and drugs
and chemicals, &J,lJo,li8.
But any notice of the business and
manufacturing industry of New Y'ork
city would be incomplete without taking
into account tho circumstances of its
location, whereby a population of some
800,000, just across the East and North
rivers, whose shores are fringed with
the factories and warehouses of city
nrms, all contribute to swell the pro
duction of this common center. The
industries thus carried on are not at all
considered in these statistics, which
cover only the establishments within the
city lines; when, however, the work of
the census bureau snail be so far com
pleted that it will be possible to collate
the figures touching the productive in
dustry of these intimately related sec
tions, the grand total will show an ag
gregate of exchangeable commodities
which will, in money value, bear no
mean proportion to the total exports and
imports of the port of New York.
ScientyJUs American.
In England, as late as the Reformai
tion, eating flesh in Lent was rewarded
with the pillory.
FOIt THE LADIES.
A nntl in Algeria.
It must be great fun to attend a ball
in Algiers. The Algerian Watchman
reports a grand affair of that kind lately
given by the governor, M. Grevy. In
civilized society, the reporter says,
poople attend balls in order to dance,
flirt and chat, but in Algiers they sim
ply go to eat and driuk, and yet not to
eat and drink, to " swill" rather, and
to stuff themselves. At 9 o'clock on
the memorable evening men stood ten
deep around the governor's sideboard,
and so kicked and scuffled that his ex
cellency was forced to station two
policemen at the door of his supper
room, while his twenty-six cooks oven
could not supply the demand. Pres
ently the policemen were overwhelmed
in the rush and were fain to make their
escape. If a lady wished a glass of
champagne she had to impress some
burly giant to force his way for her to
the sideboard, and only at 3 o'clock in
the morning, when Bhe was half dead
with thirst, could the bostons succeed
in obtaining a glass of wine, which she
shared with her preserver in a corner.
Big chasseurs and bearded Arabs
feasted till they were like to die of u
surfeit, and then sauntered through the
gorgeous saloon, covered with jellies
plates and the debris of all edible things
One gentleman belonging to the high
est circles of Algiers lay stretched,
the whole evening on a row of chairs iu
the saloon enjoying a siesta, ond play
ing a tune upon his nose which might
have been heard half way to France.
Toward midnight M. Grevy visited his
sleeping-room, where he found one of
his guests sleeping the sleep of tho just
in his bed, while tho chamber was iii
the most shocking disorder, suggestive
of a notorious triplet in Thackeray's
"White Squall." Meantime in tho par
lor all the men were smoking furiously
and in the gush of their tipsiness filling
the pianofortes with wine and breaking
glasses over each other's heads, no less
than 700 (glasses, unfortunately, not
heads) being thus demolished. "M.
Grevy was enchanted with the success
of his ball."
FiiHhlon Notes.
Bustles are longer and more bouffant.
All mitts are long and loose in the
wrists.
Squares of white dotted mull are used
for fichus.
Lace and muslin fichus grow larger
and larger.
It is the height of fashion to hang a
piece of old faded tapestry on the wall.
Showy colors in showy contrasts ap
pear in the composition of fashionable
seaside suits.
White and goici rjraia trim yuuhtiuK
suits of blue, gray or cream white flan
nel sevge beautifully.
Fantastic figures are embroidered in
bright colors on artistic and fancy lawn
tennis costumes.
Puffs of mull and tulle illusion in the
neck bid fair to take the place of plait
ings and fichus.
Yachting suits of dark or porcelain
blue, gray or green flannel serge are
made bright and gray with Turkey red
sashes and trimmings.
Mull and batiste dresses in pale tints
of color, trimmed with imitation Valen
ciennes and Flemish point aud Vermi
celli laces, make lovely afternoon and
evening watering-place toilets.
Some exquisite white, black, rose-col
ored aud pale blue Manila grass lace,
long scarfs, and squares, enriched with
gold threads or bright colored ones, are
at very low prices.
Longitudinal stripes iu bright colois,
with gold and silver hair line efi'ects,
crossed diagonally with stripes, formed
in the weaving ot the fabric, make one
of the features of the fall goods.
Artistic parasols have sprays of eg
lantiue, daisies, golden rod, straggling
insects, and sometimes birds painted
as if falling or flying, au nalurel, over
the gores on the outside, sometimes en
croachiug on the lace border, or fringe.
while the linings show shaded enects in
full, delicate tints of blue, green, rose,
cream, pearl, and pure white.
White dresses of everv description,
including Swiss, lreneli, nainsook, lac
onet, lawn, organdie, dotted and
spiigged Swiss and Indian mull mus
lins, and white cbnddabti, ponuees,
nun's veiling, cashmere, aud French and
American bunting ore worn to excess at
all hours of the d:iv, while white surah,
satin and diimasso, with tulle and crape
lisse and white Spanish laoo, are re
served for full evening toilets and In klal
occasions.
I'rodiuts of tho Laboratory.
Several very valuable, products have
como from tho laboratory of Lite vcars
which it is well enough to call to mind
Cosmolino, a product of coal oil, oeeu
pies a place midway between the oils
and solid fats. It is doubtless tho best
dressing in the world, having the pone
tratiou of kerosene, but not a particle
of its smell or solvent properties. It
w ill b: as painless upon the eye as upon
the hand. Medicinal fiuid may be
mingled with it by stirring it until the
cosmoline is whitened. Glycerine is an
older product. It is midway between
oik and water. Either water, oil or
alcohol will dissolve it. In turn, it is a
solvent for a great many substances. It
is also a useful preservative for the
naturalist. Its medical uses are innu
merable, and it may be taken in tea in
place of sugar. Nitrate of Amyl is a
curious chemical, which only physicians
should use. It is a light corn colored
fluid, of a faint but extremely penetra
ting fruit odor. It is an arterial stimu
lant of most wonderful power, it being
too powerlul for inward application.
drop on the end of the finger applied to
the nostrils and withdrawn as its effects
become visible, is the safest method. In
asphyxia or syncope, sinking from con
gestive chill, faintness of women with
prolapsus, or in heart disease, it fills an
entirely new place in medical treatment.
tlour-Glass.
A Kossuth County (Iowa) farmer, who
runs a small butter and cheese factory
of his own, says his profits from each of
bis cows in loUU were 500.
It May Sot Be.
It may not ho onr lot to wield
The sicklo in the ripened fiold;
Nor ours to hear on summer evos
The ronpor's song among the sheaves.
Yet whore onr duty's task is wrought
In uuison with God's great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatao'or is willed is done.
An 1 ours the grateful Bervioe whence
Comes day by doy tho recompense;
Tho hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain and the noonday shade.
John O. Wltittier :
HUMOR OF THE DAY,
"I love thy rocks and drills," as the
young fellow sang to the rich miner's
anghter. ISalem sunbeam.
Eocking-chairs would be more com
fortable if they were less tidy. Chaff
When we see a man with oceans of
oil on his hair, it always suggests tons
head-light. statesman.
" That butter is too fresh," as the
man remarked when the goat lifted him
over the garden fence. Loitell Citizen.
Tho lion now sits on tho garden fence
But can no mischief hatch,
Booauno the seeds have all come tip;
riants are too hig too scratch.
Wit ami Wisdom,
" A rolling stone gathers no moss,"
but one that sticks in the same place
continually gets so covered with moss
that it can't see its way out. St. Louis
Spirit.
It is the easiest thing in the world
to write fun. All von've trot to do is to
sit down and think of it and then write
We could write columns of it if
we could think of it. Middletown
'ranscrint.
At a session of the Teachers associa
tion recently held at Saratoga, a report
was read showing a large percentage of
defect in sight among scholars, which
would seem very naturally to arise from
the disorder of the pupils. Statesman.
One can't be too careful with fire
arms. A Marathon boy carried a pistol
in Lis coat pocket, and one day last
week while he was in swimming the
pistol unexpectedly went off. He has
no suspicions as to who took it. Mar
athon Independent.
Danbury has a baseball nine called
the Aqnenucknquewank club. When a
member is seen with his jaw tied up it
is not known whether he stopped a" hot
ball" with his cheek or simply attempted
to pronounce ihe name of his club.
Norristown Herald.
Annoyances ot Editors,
Not editoi s alone but nearly all busi
ness men daily reoeiva eommnnicn.tinnn
from individuals in whom they have not
the slightest interest, butwho'.neverthe
less, feel terribly aggrieved if the most
senseless inquiry is not immediately an
swered by the long-suffering portion of
humanity whose trials Job himself could
scarcely have borne with patience.
borne persons seem to have a mistaken
impression that the business of other
people couldn't be carried on at all
without "valuable suggestions and ad
vice from themselves," said "advice"
generally coming in a badly spelled,
horribly written missive, informing the
delighted recipient that " he's an idiot,
and that the writer always knew he
was." Of course all dissatisfied cor
respondents don't express their opinions
in the above straightforward manner,
but say what, in the end, really
amounts to about the same thing.
As a rule, editors are not unwilling
to answer respectful queries, or those
that can in enj way benefit the ques
tioner or the public; but when, during
a political campaign, somebody wants
to know if tho aspirant for gubernatorial
honors really did throw his mother-in-
law over a mammoth two-inch boulder
into a roaring, rushing,foaming,fathom-
less washtub below, or why it isn't
grammatical to say "them ink bottles
is mine," the aveiage editor is opt to
pine for a " lodge in somo vast wilder
ness." Another a.iuoyance is caused by as
pirants to literary honors, who begin by
saying: " 1 now take my pen in hand,
aud asking why they can't write length
wise and crosswise, and diagonally
across thd paper when they send an
article for publication. If some such,
original genius didn't take special pains
to siy he took tho pen in his hand, al
most any editor would be just foolish
enough to imagine that the writer
shoved it up under his left optic, or
tied it to a lock of his auburn hair, but
tho positive statement that he holds the
pou iu his bund precludes the possibility
of any conjecture on the subject, thus
saving the editor s valuable time, as he
might otherwise spend several precious
minutes speculating on the matter.
lhen there are tho "chronic grumb
lers" who never were satisfied with
anything, and never will be, and who
send delightful autograph letters to the
uniortuiiate publisher of some paper.
complainiug that he " prints too much
trash, and too little sense, or too much
seuso, aad too little trash," anything in
fact that will do to growl about, and
make people think the sun is under a
permanent eclipse. Then, too, the
" sweet atlection that exists between
the editors of rival papers must be a
source of intense gratification to all
concerned, and be accused of conduct
ing any publication simply from merce
nary motives, when everybody, knows
that editors are dead-heads, and' poverty
stricken beings anyhow, must soon
cause regret for the vanished days of
happy childhood, when they could play
" mumblety-peg " with the tolerable
certainty of hitting somebody with the
deadly weapon used in that delightfel
game. These are but a few of the daily
trials to which editors are subjected,
although " life is not all dark " to them
anymore than individuals who follow
some other profession. Most people
have as many friends as they deserve,
and doubtless the delight of occupying
a conspicuous position at circuses and
publ'.o entertainments more than coun
terbalance any trifling annoyance like
the few herein mentioned. Jna S. Hud
ion, in Detroit b-e Press,
A fruitful ;place A canning establishment.