Hates of Advertising. Onaquare (I lii-li,)om insertion - ! One Square " onomoiifli - - :j M One Square " three months - (i 00 One Square . (mn year - - 10 Oft Two Squares, one year -. 15 0o Quarter Col. - - ;;o 00 Hall" " - ;,o oo One " ' - - - - I"0 oo Legal notice at esUblfahcil rates. ' Marriage and death notiooH, gratin. , All bill-1 for yearly vertiHettwolH col looted quarterly. Temporary advert iso-v Hients must be paid for in adviwe. Job work. Cash on Delivery, ' M.rt'nu.iHEO KVKKY wkini-:!ma v, nr T. X7. "WX33NTIC rl"": ROmm A BONNER'S BUILDING TERMS, 11.50 YEAH, No SiihscrlpUons received for a shorter period tluin three months. f'oi'lospoiideiirn solieitod Iroin ail parts "I the country. No notice will bo taken of anonymous communications. .J. 4 I .4 1 1 - . 1 VOL. XIV NO.-24; TIONESTA, PA., SEPT. 7, 1881. $1.50 Per Annum. mtniihntutu- Farmer Allen Talks. I not in the amen cornor, whar' I've, sot fo many a yoar, An. 1 soalod every word ye tittered with a gnnooine hearty tear ; '; It's bin a long time, parson, sonce ye spoke in bo line a stra hi, An' I hope the Iiord '11 spare ye to do It ofn again. Ter text wa'nt onton the Bible ye must 'a made it oriolf " But a better one war' never tuk from the ihouluglcal shelf, Fur truer words nor sotniuor onoa In the good book can't bo found : "The bent o' crop are sometimes raised in tho nioat.uupromising ground." As soon as the words war' spoken my heart oponod up its ears, An' whilo it swallowed the gospel trnth my eyes war' swimming' In tears, Fur it aoeniod to mo ye war' aimiu' at the pew in which I nut ; Yer languago flttod a lot b' my p'ast oxporlonco to a dot. I guetie you remember Charlie, the wildest boy in the State, - - Alius In deviltry, parson, in mischief early an' late. Bobbin' the neighbors' orchards, runnin with Godless boys, An' a-playin' with his parents' hearts jes' like they war' rubber toys. From bad to worse he alided, a Biukin' lower an' lower Kop' driftin' out on sin's darkstream away from morality's shore 1 Farther and farthor he Jrif ted, an' lower an' lower he sunk, Till at last all hope dopartod when thoy folched him home to us drunk 1 Bad companions had led him to a eursed den in town, Where he played with cards an' swallowed the ' They kop' a edgin' him onward till his brain war all afire , Sunk him down till he wallered like a gruntiu ' . ' . hog In the mire. When sober he promised faithfully he'd nevor . touch it agin, , An' fur weeks ho stuck to his promise, hold np as bright as a pin. But the tempter agin foil on him, the fearful demon o' drink, An' sunk him wtiar I'd no idoe a human boiu' could sink, An' thon dark stories reached us of his doin'r here an' there; .. vi ttie conpauy lie war keepin an' the orimw -1 - 1 Headed straight fur perdition we saw our pool son go, With not one redeeinia' feature to lighten th . awful blow 1 -At last his worn-out mother tuk sick an' passed away, An' Charlie cum to the home h hadn't seen fur many a day; I'll never forgit the expression that cum to his bloated fae As he gazed on his poor old mother locked fattt in death's embrace. -The tears cum forth in torrents as he stooped an' kissed her cheek, An' the Bobs o' mis'ry choked him till he could n . But at last he cried in anguish that cut my heart liko a knife: " Oh, God an' mother forgive me, an I'll lead a better life i" , I've bin to Washington, parson, got back from thar last night, An' I sot iu the Congress chamber, my soul swelled up with dolighi I sot thar alongside Charlie, when he give 'em a speoch bo grand That the greatest mon iu the country rushed up fur to shake his hand. Flushed an' triumphant, he stood thar a-lis- tenin' to their praise, An' a-woariu' the same sweet look he wore In his earlier boyhood days. An' now do ye wonder, parson, that my heart gin a desperate bound When ye said that the best o' crops could be s groaed on the most onpromisin' ground? . ., Detroit Free 1'res. Between the Tides. A flawless day was the twenty-third of April in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and 6eventynine. The regu lation morning breezes had been lured into the poppy fields of Angel island and put to sleep by the narcotio kisses of Circe. And even the zephyrs gentle pages to the erst-while brawlers had been Bhut up in the weather clerk's signal-box until 3 o'clock in the after noon. Iheu the yachts came out and the zephyrs were released. It was not very good weather for sailing that the zephyrs made, though they blew till their rosy cheeks were like soap bubbles, and the white sails were filled with scented breath. The lumbering schoon ers staggered in zigzag pathways, as if thay meant to slice away the island noses with their dull prows; and, in deed, the yachts sailed scarcely any faster, only the little plungers made un rhecked headway, running at their own sweet will, it seemed. The north har bor was dotted with sails. Every body and everybody's wife and children and friends were out. So there was nothing strange about the mere pres ence of a young man and a young woman in a small rowboat amid the scenes of lazy commerce and busy gayety. Cer tainly it v as not strange, for there were ahundred other people out that after noon in rowboats, to Bay nothing of the professional boatmen, the men with sculls and the rowing clubs. If the people on the yachts which they met noticed them, they doubtlessly viewed them with pity mingled wjtb contempt, or else looked at them ar atically and thanked God for poverty and the picturesque. As for the couple in th boat, they did not notice anything but each Other at least except as the young man found it necoBsary to change his direc tion in rowing to avoid being run down. After a while even this became unnec essary. They were rowing with the ebb tide, and after they had passed the newly-finished bit of sea-wall east of the old Meiggs wharf, the channel was comparatively clear. It wa then about half-past three. "Let us float," said the young man; pretty soon the tide will turn ; then we will turn." "Very well, Tom," said the young woman. Really, she was as yet a girl. She could not have been more than nineteen. Her figure was slight, but indicative of rare gracefulness. Her face vwas not pretty that is, mept would not think it pretty. Both mouth and nose were large. Her eyes were blue, and held an odd look half earnest, half careless difficult to define, yot impossible to disregard. It was a striking face, almost fascinating, withal a good face a face in which heart showed first and intellect afterward. The man was, exteriorly, common place. You might take a description at raudom from your scrap-book of con ventional current fiction, and it would be likely to do him more than justice. But what of that ? She was " Laura " and he was "Tom." They had been talking gayly ever since they left the landing at the foot of Washington street. When Tom spoke they had apparently reached some com mon and very satisfactory conclusion, for she looked very happy, and she said, tenderly for she had a sweet, low voice, tunable as a perfect bell or a wave sob : " Yon will ask her to morrow, Tom?" "Yes, Laura; or to-night, if youlike." " She will look at you wild-eyed and perhaps scold you a bit." "Oh, I'm not afraid. IIow could I be with such a prize to gain ?" They had passed the point, the swim ming ucach, the Presidio ; they were nearing the fort at the gate. A sadden swirl in the current twisted the bow of tho boat sharply around. Tom had been leaning forward, the better to talk to Laura, the more easily to hold her hand, perhaps. - As the boat shifted its direction, be instinctively reached for the oars. His hands touched the empty rowlocks. The oars were gone. He looked around, but they were nowhere o be seen. A cry of horror rose to his lips. Luckily he stilled it there. He looked quickly, furtively at his com panion. She had seen and understood. He forced a laugh, and his companion was deceived by it "Then it is not so. very bad?" she said, and the color came back to her cheek. " No, it is a good joke," he replied. " Only we will be out rather late. When the tide turns we will go back boom ing." Keally he had very little hope. His jadgment told him that the tide had not yet turned, and unless it did turn almost instantly the swift current would carry them out into.the offing, and amid the breakers at the bar, where their frail boat would not live an instant. And then, ne could not swim a stroke. If he could the distance to the shore was too far to make that of any use. If only they had a rudder they might run the boat ashore; but unfortunately they had been iu time to-eecuro only the very last, rudderless skiiT. "Thank the Fates it does not leak." "Does not leak ?" He looked down, and saw that the irregular bottom of the boat was covered with water to the depth of al most half a foot. When they had started away from the pier landing Tom had braced his feet against a broad cross cleet, and Laura's stout boots rested on the same dry foothold. Until then neither had noticed the water. Tom searched in the bottom of the boat for a bailing can. He could not find one. Laura moved so as to look into the little locker under the stern seat.TVrhere was no can there. " What shall we do ?" she said. " I must bail with my hat," he re plied, slowly, as if thinking it out; " the water must come in very slowly, it is a long time since we left Washington street wharf." He looked at his watch; it was then past four and they were nearly opposite Fort Point. So far as they could see there was not a single sail in the oiling. They looked back at the city; there were no out-coming tugs or steamers, or schooners even. Then they looked out through the gate, and wondered. There is an untranslatable poetio something about our Golden Gate that the sympathetic beholder, in-coming or out-going, or gazing upon it from any standpoint, never fails to realize. Some thing which perhaps he acknowledges, yet may never put it into fitting phraser.. Perhaps it is because it seems so to hold the keys of our California life, that we may not dissociate it from either our history or our future. Perhaps it is be cause in looking at it one can never quite discern its big beyond, of weal or of woe, of sunshine or of tempest. "We should never have had this sun set anywhere else, Laura," and Tom pointed to the declining sun, hanging without a cloud above tho wilderness of waves. They looked back at the city, and all the western windows were aflame. " I did not think before there was so much gold in 'Frisco, " said Tom. " Oh, Tom, I don't want to die and leave it all," said Laura, tremblingly. The dallying breeze had shaken oil the spell. The air had grown suddenly chill. Far ahead they could see the ominous white of the careening swell, and along the shore they heard the dull boom of the surf. Lower and lower sank the white, electric dazzle; buff and pink arid orange toning into narrow belts of opal. Right ahead rose the black Farallones, and as the sun sank still lower they stood out in unbroken outline against its disk. . With his soft hat Tom made slow pro gress in bailing. Until then the water had oozed in so slowly that danger from leakage had not alarmed him until then; the current, too, had carried them along so gently that the danger of up setting had not presented itself. But after they passed the fort the motion of the waves changed, not Bnddenlybut gradually, until at last the boat was rocking like a cedar chip in the eddies of a mill-race. And still the tide had not turned. Ceasing his bailing for an instant Tom thought he heard the sound of water trickling into the boat. Perhaps it was his instinct of danger and not his ears that warned him, for the waves were Bplashing against the outside, and the motion caused a constant lapping of the water within the boat. Tom made a careful examination, and at last found a little hole through which the water poured in a fitful stream as the boat rocked from side to side. "I must stop that leak," he said. "Can you bail?" The sun had Bet and the flush was fading out of the western sky. In all the waste of waters there was no moving object. If there had been a ship in sight she could have seen it, she thought, almost despairingly. She began to bail as well as she could, with the felt hat, and in her cramped position. A long line of gray was com ing up from the south. " It is fog," said Tom, in a whisper. Until he said "It is fog " she did not realize the almost utter hopelessness of their position. Even if the tide should turn before they reached the bar it would be impossible to protect them selves in a fog. For a moment she thought she should quite break down, the fate before them seemed so terrible. Tom had succeeded in stopping the leak and had resumed bailing. To make that task easier he had cut the brim from his bat. The fog was now all around them, and it was quite dark. They thought they heard the surf more distinctly. The tide has turned," said Tom. And bo it had, but just how they would be affected by the change they could not tell. Tom kept on bailing until the amount of water in the boat had materially decreased. They had not spoken to each other for some mo ments. At last Laura leaned forward. Her hand touched Tom's, and he took it in his own. That hand-clasp meant to them things unspeakable. Her hand was very cold, almost as cold as his own. In his pocket was a silk handkerchief; ho handed it to her and bade her tie it about her neck, for he dared not rise to fasten it there himself. Then he took both her hands between hia own, striv ing to keep them warm. Laura was the first to speak, and her voice was quite firm, soarcely even sor rowful: "Tom, dear, I do not want to die; and yet death cannot take from us the boon of having died together." " But wo shall not die now, Laura; I know we'll not." There was the ring of conviction in his toces. ' The profound resignation underlying her words had struck the right key in his own nature, and the thought of his first despairing mood made him almost angry. "But it's awfully hungry we are, my dear," were bis next words. " I'm ashamed of you," said Laura, and she actually laughed. Tom laughed also. When two persons in such a position can laugh, it is either " very brave " of " very shocking," according to the creed wo first sucked and the " so forth " of our salad days. The fog was all around them, and neither could see the other's face. The fog was cold, and from time to time Laura bad shivered once or twice, audi bly, though quite involuntarily, for she was a brave little woman. Vhen the ripple of tho young girl's laughter rang out amid the fog (above the boom of the surf, the far-away barking of the sea lions on Seal rocks, and tho near, yet distant, scream of tne fog signal), and when his own laughter was smothered in the fog folds, Tom repeated: ."But I an hungry, awfully " What he might have gone on to say is forever sealed. The next moment the boat struck something with great mo mentum, and that is all Laura remem bered till she-awoke in tho queer little cabin of the Sarah Emnii, brigantine, in-bound from Australia. . A woman's gentle face bent above her own in anxious, motherly regard, and dear Tom sat on a locker behind the gangway, with glad tears in his eyes to see the color steal back to her cold cheeks. " And now you must havo a bit to eat," said the captain's wife, in hospita ble accents. But Laura shut her eyes, half mali ciously, und murmured: "Give it to him, please; he's always hungry." " That's what you'll not dare say when you become Mrs. Tom," said the young man, triumphantly; and as the matronly figure of the captain's wife disappeared in the Vhadow of the gangway, he kissed her shut eyes softly, and turned away, San prancisco Argonaut. The bequests of James E. Brown, of Kittanutf, Peun., for various church purpo.ei eggregute ?1, 680,000. ODDITIES. Whoever conquers indolenoe can con quer moRt things. The Chinese written language con sists of one hundred thousand char acters. All the natives of high northern lati tudes are short, measuring little more than four feet. T.t him wlm Tirrota ihn Irtaa nt tima make proper use of that which is to come iu the future. AAf1 tba canraA mistletoe with a gold knife when tho moon was six days old. In donnAfit.in nnimals. BTie.Vi n.a thA horse and cow, the coat is of a some what lighter color in winter than in summer. The guanaco of Patagonia is de scribed as having the head of a camel. the body of a deer, wool of a sheep and neigh of a horse. Leland mentions a feast given in the reign of Edward IV., at which 1,000 sheep, 2,000 geese, 2,000 pigs and 5,000 custards were consumed. It is asserted by Sir Gardiner Wilkin son that Egyptian mummies have been discovered with teeth stopped with gold. There is nothing new under the sun. An auk's egg was sold in London not long ago for $500; only fifty of these eggs are known to be in existence, but the fabled roc's egg could scarcely command a higher price if offered for sale. The objection to horses with white feet, though mostly considered a mere caprice, is reasonable enough, for white hoofs are more brittle than black ones, and are much more liable to break and contract than those of a dark color. In some countries, especially in the East,, obesity is considered a beauty, and Tunisian young ladies are fattened before marriage. Roman matrons, on the contrary, used to Btarve their daughters before the ceremony, to give them leanness. Annoyances of Editors, Not editoi s alone but nearly all busi ness men daily receive communications from individuals in whom they have not the slightest interest, butwho,neverthe less, feel terribly aggrieved if the moat senseless inquiry is not immediately an swered by the long-suffering portion of humanity whose trials Job himself could scarcely have borne with patience. Some 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 hel was, t)f 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 any way benefit, the ques tioner or the public; but when, during a political campaign, somebody wants to know if the aspirant for gubernatorial honors really did throw his mcther-in-law over a mammoth two-inch boulder into a roaring, rushing,foaming,fathom less washtub below, or why it isn't grammatical to Bay " them ink bottles is mine," the average editor is apt to pine for a " lodge in some vast wilder ness." Another annoyance is -caused by as pirants to literary honors, who begin by saying: " I now take my pen in hand," and asking why they can't write length wise and crosswise, and diagonally across the paper when they send an article for publication. If some such original genius didn't take special pains to say he took the pen in hia hand, al most any editor would be just foolifeh enough to imagine that the writer shoved it up under his left optic, or tied it to a lock of his auburn hair, but the positive statement that he holds the pen in his hand 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 tho matter. Then there are the " chronio grumb lers" who never were satisfied with anything, and never will be, and who -send delightful autograph letters to the unfortunate publisher of some paper, complaining that ho " prints too much trash, and too little sense, or too much sense, aid 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 affection " 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 public entertainments more than coun terbalance any trifling annoyance like the few herein mentioned. Jna S. HwU ton, in Detroit bVee J'rms. RELIGIOUSJREAJHXU. tQunlltr v. qnnntlir. When Dr. Robert Finley took into his home at Basking Ridge four lad as pupils in a private school, it was appa rently an insignificant undertaking. For a man of his consummate intellectual and moral power to be spending his time in teaching four boys provoked his friends to interpose remonstrance, nis answer was sublime. "It will prove no waste of time or strength if these boys shall make the sort of men that, by God's grace, I mean they shall." So he plodded on, laboriously laying the foundations not of cultute only," but of character. Like Arnold at Rugby and Mary' Lyon at South Hadlcy, he taught, first of all, that conscience and the Bible must find in the heart and life a shrine and a throne. He gave these boys a thorough moral training, as woll as a thorough intellectual dis cipline. Who did those four boys afterward become ? They were Chancellor Green, Governor Vroom, Judge Dayton and Samuel L. Southard. Hero is a lesson for Sunday-school teachers. Rev. Dr. A. T. Pierson. Retlslous News and Notes. There are 1,100 Young Men's Chris tian associations in the United States and 2,400 in the world. The first meeting of the committee appointed to prepare a creed for the Congregational churches will be - held iu Syracuse Sept 27. The Methodist Episcopal church has in this country forty-five colleges and theological seminaries, besides ninety other high grade institutions of learn ing. There are 118 Protestant missions in New York city, where Sunday schools and preaching, and other religious and moral services for adults or children or both, are regularly carried on. Pennsylvania has 568 Baptist churches, containing 64,572 members. The small est (Zion, Butler county,) has five mem bers, and the largest (Fourt Church, of Philadelphia,) has 7C2 members. The Rev. Dr. Henry MacMaken, for thirteen years pastor of the First Pres byterian church in Toledo, Ohio, has been elected Chancellor of the western universities of Pennsylvania in Pitts burg and Allegheny. The revised New Testament has been adopted for all services in the chapel of the Theological Seminary at Andover and in Phillips Academy. President Porter has introduced it in the Yale chapel. Dr. McCosh reads from it in connection with the old version in the religious services ho conducts at Prince ton College. At the various ministers' meetings in Chicago, the following topics were dis cussed : by the Methodists, "The Causes of Modern skepticism; by the Baptists, "The Preacher and his Bible ;" by the Congi-fgationalists, "The Home Mis sionary Meeting of the Previous Week." The Presbyterian ministers went into the country for a picnic. The Baptist anniversary meetings which recently closed at Indianapolis, and which were the most interesting of any yet held, show great advance in all departments of Christian work. The Publication Society received last veai 8421,137, and issued 509,000,000 pages. Sixty-nine colporteurs and Sunday- school missionaries have been at work in forty-three States and Territories. Foreign missions received $313, 774, and home missions $235,032, an increase of nearly one-third over last year. Dr. Duncan, of Cincinnati, stated that the million of freedmon who can read had no copy of the Scriptures. At a meeting held by the Jews in Chicago, May 26th, to protest against the persecution of their race in Southern Russia, addresses were made by Prof. Swing, Rabbi Hirsch, Judge Rogers, Thomas Hayno, and others. Resolu tions of sympathy with the sufferers were adopted, a collection of $880 was taken up, and tho U. S. Government was requested to convey its appreciation of the efforts of the Tsar to protect his Jewish Bubiects. The Government was also asked to instruct its consuls resi dent in the disturbed district to extend needed aid as far as possible. Precious Dirt. Groat care is taken in the shops of jewelers and others where articles are manufactured of gold to prevent the waste ol the piecious metal. Lvery scrap of filing, scraping or grinding is preserved for the assay er. The buff wheels on which gold or silver are pol ished, when they are worn out, are burned, and the fire boon develops fine particles of the precious metals that cannot bo Been witn tne naked eye, Even the Bweepings of the shops are kept, and are worth about $70 a barrel after the most scrupulous care has been taken to prevent stray pieces getting in to it. It is said that the Scotch assayers are most successful. Sometimes assay ers will buy the sweepings of a shop at a given price per barrel, taking the risk of what they will yield. Whenever a shop floor is to be taken up and renewed, it is always calculated that the dirt accumulated in the crevices will more than pay the cost of the new floor. Jewelers say that the value of the shop dirt is owing to the dust of metals that is blown about the place, and not from any carelessness of work men. Even after the assayers have got through the loss on jewelers' stock is generally about two per cent. This in cludes w hatever may be taken, if any thing, by dishonest workmen. .Yeyi York Sun, . It May Kot Be. It may not be our lot to wiold The sickle in the ripened field; Nor ours to bear on summer evea The reaper's song among the sheaves. Yot where our duty's task is wrought In uuiHon with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatso'er is willed is done. And ours the grateful service whoncs Comes day by day tho recompense; The hope, the trust, the purpofte slaynd, The fountain and the nnondnv Blin5n. John (. Whtitier HUMOR OF THE DAY, Bernhardt's future tomb, we learn from the New York Commercial, will b adorned with Sara phims. "I love thy rocks and drills," as the young fellow sang to the rich miner's daughter. Salem Sunbeam. When we see a man with oceans of oil on his hair, it always suggests to ua a head-light. Statesman. "That butter is too fresh," as the man remarked when the goat lifted him over the garden fence. Lowell Citizen. The hen now Bits on the garden fenc But can no mischief hatch, Because the seeds have all come np; Plants are too big too scratch. . Wit and 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. Louit Spirit. Ida Lewis has been given another medal. She will be so rich in medals directly that she will starve to death, says the Free Press, of Elmira, New York. It is the easiest thing in the world to write fun. All vou've trot to do is to sit down and think of it and then write it. We could write columns of it if we could thins oi it, Miuaietown Tramcrint. At a session of the Teachers' associa tion recently held at Saratoga, a report was read showing a large percentage oi defect in sight among scholars, which would seem very naturally to arise from . the disorder of the pupils. Statesman. Flower Clocks and Barometers. Even the most casual observer of na ture must have noticed the closing of certain flowers upon the partial or en tire withdrawal of light. Tnus the click weed is sensitive to cloudy weather and acts almost as a barometer, and every one knows the action of the " pimpernel," or " poor man's weather grass," (Anagallis arvensis, L). This pretty little plant is frequent on New port island, where I have found it, es pecially on the cliffs beyond the first beach. It is adventitious from Europe. Tennyson.who is an acute observer, saji of it: " The pimpernel dozed on the lea." Tho well-known Marvel of Tem is also called "Four o'clock" from its habit of opening at about that hour. If we watch any plant we shall find that it has a pretty definite time of expand ing or closing its petals, as well as a particular way of doing it. Botanists, then, fpeak of tho waking and sleeping conditions of the plant, and much re search has been bestowed upon the sub ject in order to find out the physical action and cause of tho phenomena. In his recent volume on " Movement in Plants," Mr. Darwin gives the results of his painstaking investigations of this and kindred subjects. As generally happens in his work, while he is steadily aiming at some particular point, he dis poses of any quantity of obscurities s side issues on' the way. Linnaeus, noting the precise times of opening and clohing of flowers, con structed a floral clock in his gardens at Upsat, where the hours were indicated by the conditions of different plants. Afterward, DoCandolle did the sitme for the latitude ef Paris. The clock of LinntMis in Sweden runs slower than that of DeCandolle in France. Climate as well as latitude, and particular sea sons also, would influence this sensitive horologe. Those interested will find DeCandolle'a list given in Fignier's V Vegetable World," American edition, page 134. Of a few familiar plants the hours of opening are about as follows: Morning glory, 3 to 4 a. m.; pimpernel, 8 to 10 a. m.; Marvel of Pern, 4 to 7 F. m. ; evening primrose, 5 to 7 p. m.; night blooming cereus, 7 to 8 r. m. "Thus in each flower and simple bell, 'J hat iu our path betrixidcii li, Are sweet reme mbraucera who tell How fat the winged moments ny." The hours of closing are as definite as those of opening, and thus we may ar range quite a dial, the hours being indi cated by particular plants. The plants may be confused by means of artificial light, but upon withdrawal of the un natural conditions, will, sooner or later, resume their normal record. It is curious to watch the different attitudes flowers assume in repose. In the botanio garden in Cambridge the writer used to go out toward evening to watch the changes. Tho movements rre sometimes very quick, especially .hose of the foliage, which also has its time of sleep. Thus in the little Mar silia, a water-plant, with four ob cordate leaflets, these turn in upon each other from the expanded condition, so as to meet face to face. There is quite a per ceptible little "click" when the move ment occurs. Tho petals of some plants droop in slumber; others fold crossways: still others curl up lengthwise. So with the rayfiorets of the Composite. The whole asjiect of a garden is, hoiu-e, quite changed in the evening. In fact, it does Dot tlo to allow our investigations tu ease with the daylight,
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