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THE LORD3 OF LABOR, They come, they come, In a glorious march, You enn hour their steam -stcods nolrh, Ai they dash t'irou.;h Skill's triumphal arch, Or plunge 'mid tho (lancing spi ny. Their bale flnvbluzo in tlto mighty forgo, Tholr lifo pulso throhs in tlio mill, Their lightnings shiver thn griping gorge, Anil their thiindont nliaki) tlio lull. Hoi tlicso aro tlio Tilnns of ttit and trado, Tho heroes who wield no salcr; But mightier conquests ronpoththo blado That Is borne by the Lords of Labor. Brave hearts like Jewels light the sod, Through tho mlsU of commorco shine, And souls flush out, liko stars of God, From tho midnight of tho initio, No palnca is theirs, no castle grout, No princely pillut'd hull; But they woll may laugh nfc tho roofs of state 'Neath tho heaven which is over nil. Ho! these nrotho Titans of toil and trado, Tho heroes who wield nowiber; But mightier oonquosts renpeth tho blade Which is borne by tho lords of Labor. Each bares his nrm for the ringing Btrifo That mnrslial tho pons of the soil, And the sweat-drops shed iti thoir bnttlo of Jifo Aro gems In tho crown of toil. And better thoir well-worn wreaths, I trow, Than laurels with life-blood wet; And nobler the arch of a bare, bold brow Than a clasp of a coronet. Then hurrah for oach horo, although his deed Bo unblown by tho trump of tabor, For holier, happier far is the meed That crowneth the Lords of Labor. James Macfarlane. A GOOD INVESTMENT. Tho yellow haze of midsummer hung its radiant pennons over tho velvet slopes if tho Fairhavcn farm; tlio river, mur muring softly over its pebbly bottom, hushed up like a sheet of silver, mid tho purple fields of clover nodding ready for t ho scythe, tilled tho warm air with sweet, slumberous scents. I'Fine weather for tho hayiu'," said Elinkim Fairhavcn. To his matcriul nature God's sunshine and tlio grand glitter of earth and sky wero but tho in struments to fill his pockets with sordid gain mero accessions to "a good crop." Alas! is not this world full of Kliakim Fairhavens in ono shapo or another? Miss Comfort Fairhavcn sat beside him knitting nnd watching tho ctimbersomo f.olics of a pair of twin lambs, deserted by their heartless mother, w hom sho was "bringing up by hand." "Yes," sho Baid, with a mechanical glance in tho dlrecticn of tho beamy west. "Who's that a-coming up tho path, I wonder?" "One of tho now hands, I calculate," said Kliakim, screwing up his eyes. "I didn't 'grco to uivo 'cm their supper and board into tho bargain, a night nforo tho job begins and I'm blessed if there ain't a little gal along with him !" "'Tatn't no hayin' hand," said Miss Comfort, rising and going down tho steps to meet a slender child of nine years old, who was lcaditig a pale, bowed-down man, who walked with dillieultv, loaniu" oa a crutch. " a "Heart alive, child," said Miss Com fort, whoso kindly nature involuntarily sympathized with all who were sulToring or iu distress; "what nils you, and whal do you want here?'1 "Please, ma'am," began the child, eagerly, "if you could give us a night's lodging noor papa is so sick aud tired, and " "No, I can't!" abruptly broko in Klia kim Fairhavcn. "This ain't no alms house, nor yet a charity placo. If ye can pay your way, well and good; if yo can't, tho sooner you go about your busi ness tho better!" "We have no money," timidly began the child, whilo tho man, as if stunned and bewildered by tho heartless fluency of the old farmer's speech, leaned up against the fence, pressing his hand ou his forehead, "but " "Then clear out and bo done with it!" said Kliukim, resuming his seat with dogged composure. Miss Comfort looked appealingly at hor brother. "If I could just get 'em a bowl cf milk, Kliukim, and " "Stuff and nonsense,' sonorously ejac ulated tho farmer; "I ain't a goin' to give in to this sort of thing. Ouce be gin, and you'll never leave off, you soft headed wonianfolk !" Slowly and wearily the two poor travelers turned and plodded their way adown tho broad, diuty road, the lan guid footsteps of tho invalid scarce keep ing up with tho tripping pace of tho child. "Oh, papa, papa," sobbed the littlo girl, turning her blue, wistful eyo to the white, worn face, ' how cruel people are I" lie placed his hand upon her curly uncovered head. "Never mind, Essie," ho said, with a mournful, tender pathos in his voice; "it will soon end. It cannot bo for Jong, as far as I am concerned, poor child. But for you." He stopped, his voice husky with emotion. They had walked what seetned to littlo Esther liell a weary way, when there was a rustle among tho wild rose bushes that overhung tho stono wall at their side, and a voice called hurriedly to them to "stop." "It's me," said Miss Comfort Fair haven, reckless of her grammar. "Klia kim that's my brother Iio'b gone over to the class meetin' at Squire Dundas,' and I cut down through lots to overtake you. 1 tell yon 1 citu't somehow get your father's face out o' my mind. You're sick, ain't you, mister?" "I shall soon bo quite well," he au wercd calmly, and Comfort Fair iaven's more experienced eye detected tho hidden meaning which tho littlo girl never onco suspected. Yes, ho would soon bo well, but it would bo in that country where the inhabitants never say "1 am sick." "Where are you going?" asked kind Miss Comfort, her voice growing hasky in spite of herself. "Yc are going to my grandpapa," said littlo Kssie. "Grandpapa was vexed with my mamma for marrying papa and going to England, but papa thinks ho'll take caro of me now. Hut I won't stay with him unless papa stays too." And she resolutely tightened her grasp upon the thin, fever-burning hnnd. "1 tt'posc you want to get to Lonsdale?' said Mis Comfort. Tho niau nodded. "Is it far?" "Eleven good milos yet," said Miss Comfort, "but I'll tell yo what; I'll make .lonb got out the wagon, and with a good bulTnlo robe over tho seats you'll ride easy enough. They'll bo back afore Kliakim gets through shoutin' nnd pray in'; nnd whilo you're a waltin' I'll bring down a smack o' bread and meat and a bottlo of my currant wino. 'Taint good to travel on an empty stomach." And tivc minutes later Miss Comfort wns carrying her hospitable intentions into effect, greatly to the delight and ap preciation of the hungry child. "Now, sco here," said Miss Comfort, drawing tho child aside, when Jacob drove up with the comfortable farm wngou nnd stout old horse, "I don't guess you've got more money than you can use?" "Wo have only enough for our rail road tickets," said Kssie, her counte nance falling, "but " "I thought so," said Miss Comfort; "and here's n live dollar bill I've laid aside out of my butter money that KUia kim don't know nothin' about." The child's eyes were trimming as sho looked up in Miss Comfort's honest,hard feattircd face. "Will you let mo kiss you, just once?" sho whispered, standing ou tip-too to bring her blooming cheek closo to tho spinster's wrinkled lips. Kissing, as Miss Comfort might herself have remarked, had she leisure for a re mark, was not much in her way, but she could not resist the sweet, wistful en treaty. "There," sho said, with a strango moisture in her eyes, "run along; Joab's waitin'." "Oh!" cried little Esther, as sho sat on tho buffalo-drapod seat, "I wish I was rich and grown up?" "Why, what 'ud you do?" demanded honest Joab. "I'd buy a diamond necklace and a pink dress for that good lady." Joab chuckled. "I don't know as they'd becomo her," ho said, with grim jocularity. "So gco up, old Doll!" "I know I'm pretty old to bo lookin' arter a situation," said Miss Comfort Fairhavcn, "but I can't starve, nor I won't beg, so what's there left? Wo had a good farm once, but my brother couldn't rest till ho speckiluted it all away, and now he's gone aud I'm all alone. So, if you know of a good placo as housekeeper, or matron in an asylum, or general overseer, I don't much care whero " The intelligence office keeper, with a slight shrug of hia shoulders, broke in on tho torrent of Miss Fairhaven's ex planatory eloquence. "What wages did you ask?" "I ain't particular about that so long as it's a good home." "Hero's a place that might perhaps suit you housekeeper wanted at Mr. Dupoucuau's, No. Fifth avenue. You might try it, although 1 hardly think a person like you would suit," "I ain't young, I know," s.id Miss Comfort, with a sigh, "but there's a deal of tough work left in mo yet. Give mo tho address I shan't give up and starve without tryin' for it." Y et, in spite of all her philosophy, Miss Comfort's heart, like that of tho queen of Sheba of old, grew faint within her ns she sat in tho luxurious reception room of tho Fifth avenuo mansion, sur rounded by silken chairs, gilded tables, flashing mirrors and pictures, whose ra diant skies might have been painted in liquidized gold, so rare and costly wero they." "I'm a'most sorry I come?" thought Miss Comfort. "I don't fairly believe I can give satisfaction here." While, the thought was passing through her mind, the door swung open, and a tall young lady in a blue silk morning Tobo entered a young lady with golden brown hair looped alter the fashionablo style over her brow, aud deep bluo eyes. .Miss Comfort roso and dropped a stiff little courtesy, "I've called to sco " sl began, but to her amazement the rest of her speech was abruptly checked by the young lady's arms being thrown round her neck. "Oh, I'm so glad to sco you," sho cried out, ecstatically; "I thought I never should sco you again. I went to the old farm, but you had gono away, nobody knew whither I" And sho hugged Miss Comfort more enthusiastically than ever, with bright tears sparkling on her eyelashes. "Why," demanded thu bewildered spinster, "who aro you?" "I'm Kssie! Don't you remember lit tlo Kssio Pell that you gave tho live dollar bill to in tho twilight by the wild rose bushes, when " "Oh o o h!' exclaimed Miss Com fort. "You don't mean to say you're that " And here she stopped, nearly strangled by Essie's renewed embraces, while she listened to the story of how grind papa had adopted her ; and how she was sur rounded oy all that luxury could devise or art invent. "And 1 have longed to see you again," added Kssie, "for if it bad not been for your kindness papa never could have, lived to reach his homo. And vou shall livo with me always now, and bo my darling old friend." "No," said Miss Comfort, gravely, shaking her head. "I've come to apply for a situation as housekeeper, and if you won't give it to me, why I must go elsewhere." And Kssie was obliged to consent. "Hut mind," said sho, nodding tho golden masses of her crepo hair. "I shall givo you what wages I pWase! Grandpa always entrusts thoso things to my management." So Miss Comfort Fairhaven stayed nominally ns housekeeper really tho trusted and revered head of tho estab lishment, and her declining years were surrounded by a peace and luxury sho never had dared to dream of in her lofti est aspirations. Miss Comfort Fairhaven had invested tho five-dollar bill advantageously. Sho had cast her bread upon tho waters, and after many days it had returned to her. Cheating the Bees. A Wayno county farmer has succeeded in earning a place in history along with the Connecticut man who invented wooden nutmegs. He lives between Detroit and Dearborn, on Michigan ave nue, in a vine-covered cottage back a littlo way from tho road. On tho front fence appears the sign "White clover honey." Hack of tho house is an airy apiary with all the modern inventions for the care of bees, Hnd nearly fifty hives sound with tho cheerful humming of tho busy honey makers. A representative of the Fret Fresi, quite by accident, called at tho house and found no ono at home, and whilo sitting by an old well curb refreshing himself with cool water from an old oaken bucket, his attention was called to tho action of the bees. Tho cottage is surrounded with roses in full bloom, but theso bees did not as bees used to do, " Gather honey all the day From every opening flower," but instead were swarming around a largo tray which stood near by, and were flying back and forth to their hives. In this tray was half an inch of a sticky mass that looked like syrup. Littlo sticks were strewn over this substance, and on these the bees wero alighting, and, after taking some, flew back to tho hives. "What do you want o' them bees?" The intruder started up and found a barefooted lad standing before him. "What aro tho bees taking ?" we asked. "What do you want to know for? Dad said wo wasn't to tell any ono anything about it." "I'll give you a quarter if you will," said the reporter, now thoroughly inter ested. "Well, I dunno what it is. Dad gets it from town in a bar'l. Here's what ho gits it in," pointing to a large cask. On tho end of the barrel was tho sten cil mark: "200 lbs. grape sugar from Michigan Grapo Sugar .Manufactory." "Is that glucose the bees are getting?" "It's something that dad gets out of that bar'l, that's all I know about it." The inquiring visitor tasted it. There was an unmistakable gum drop flavor to it. "We had hard work to get tho bees used to it. Dad put in a lot of syrup at first, but the bees tako it straight now." "How long does it tako to till a hive?" "Not near so long as it does when they have to gather the honey from flowers. We've taken out a lot this year already." The boy brought out of the house ft bos of glucose honey which looked as clear and inviting as though the sweets hud been distilled from the purest flowers. "Do you eat it?" tho boy was asked. "Sometimes. It ain't so good as the other kind, but it's just as good to sell. Say, don't you never give mo away to dad, or he'll skin ma." Detroit Free Prets. rilafl', tho National Dish or Turkey. There are many recipes for preparing "Pilaff" rice tho national dish of Turkey, some of which if followed would furnish but a poor representation of tho excellence of the dish when properly prepared. The following formula is the ono used at tho celebrated Sedgewick Literary institute, Great Harrington, Mass., and conducted under the prinei palship of Mr. K. J. Van Lenncp. Mr. Van Lenncp is a native of Turkey, his parents having for many years resided there as American missionaries: Pilaff requires the best of rice, with full and perfect kernels, otherwise it should be sifted and picked over. For a pint of rice take about three pints of nice broth. AVash the rice carefully; drain, and pour at once into tho boiling broth; watch whilo conking und avoid stirring. When you iind tho kernels cooked through but not much swelled or expanded, take tho kettle off tho fire nnd pour its contents into a colander to drain for a few minutes. Meantime, have ready ateacupfulof incited btitter.heated to the boiling poi n t. llcturnthe strained rice to the hot empty kettle, and pour tho scalded butter over it, distributing it carefully over the streaming mass, but don't stir! This process seems to urrest its further cooking, beside improving its flavor. Nice ' beet drippings" can be used with butter -half and half. Lastly, a folded nipkin iniibt bu laid upon the surface of the rice, to absorb the steam, tho kettle closely covered and set back in u warm place and the pilaff is ready. N. 15.-- The test of a good pilaff is a thorough cooking wi'.hout any ten dency of the kernels to adhere to each other. Water may bo substituted fo broth if more buucL-se.d. ... A QUEEIl RACE IN SUMATRA. A PEOPLE WITH JTO IDEA OF A "FU TURE STATE. Tliry I'ftt Snake) nnd lluire. tio ,nHel ami Have INo Idea of n erol.lp or I'rooerty. In tho central part of tho Island of Sumaira dwell a curious tribe of people known as Kubus, who, of all the people on the face of the earth, stand forth pre eminently ns having no idea of a future state. "When we are dead, we are dead," they sontentiously expressed it to Mr. Henry O. Forbes, the naturalist, who spent five years exploring Sumatra, nnd who was the only white man who ever got a glimpse of one of them. They construct only temporary dwell ings of a few simple branches erected over a low plat form" to keep them off of the ground. They nre so timorous and shy that it is a rare circumstance for any ono to see them. No white man ever saw ono of them before Mr. Forbes, except as ono sees tho hind-quarters of a startled deer. In tho little trade carried on be tween them and the Malays, tho trans actions nre performed without tho one party seeing tho other. Tho Malay trader, ascending to one of their places of rendezvous, beats a gong in a particular way to give notice of his arrival. On hearing tho sig nal tho Kubus bring out what forest produce they may have collected, and, depositing it on the ground at this place, hastily retire into close hiding, beating a gong as n signal that all is ready. Tho trader then slowly advances, lavs down on the ground "the cloth, knives and other articles of barter ho has brought to the amount which he thinks an equivalent exchange, beats a gong and in like manner retires. The Kubus examine tho barter offered. If satisfactory they remove the goods, beat their gong and go away, and the trader picks up tho produce he Gnds left on tho ground. If not satisfactory, they set on one Bide a portion of their produce to reduce it to what they consider the value of tho barter offered, and thus the trade dilly dallies along until it is com pleted or abandoned. They aro so afraid of seeing any one not of their own race that if suddenly mot or come up witu in the forest they will drop every thing and fleo away. . They cultivate nothing for themselves, but livo on snakes, lizards and grubs, which they eat ravenously and raw. They cat fruits, an occasional deer, pig or tapir, and what they trado from the Malays. They know nothing, absolutely nothing; they manufacture absolutely nothing. Their knives and tho universal spear with which they aro armed they purrhaso from the Malays from whom they trado. Neither men nor women wear clothes, except sometimes the small T. bandage of dark cloth; some even go in a state of nature. Sometimes they keep a few birds in confinement, and are often fol lowed by a half-fed dog. They never work, and when in their travels they come to a small stream rather than cross it they'll end their journey. They never brush or comb their hair, but wear it in a disheveled state, hence it is often matted nnd twisted. Their funerals are crude in the ex treme. Sometimes they leave their dead unburicd in the spot whero they died, giving the place ever after a wide berth. Sometimes, however, tho body is buried face downward, with a strip of bark be low and above the body. They have one tradition, that they are the descendants of three brothers, one of whom betook himself to tho woods to live. Monogamy is the rule among them, but a few have two or more wives. Their nuptial ceremony is a very simple affair. Tho man having fixed his choice on a girl and got tho consent of the parents, he brings to the father such presents as ho has a knife, spear, clothes or money, beeswax, or any rare fruits or animals of tho forests that he may have. If the presents aro large enough to satisfy the greed of tho father, all the Kubus with in calling distunce are summoned to gether. Seating themselves below a tree, tho father of the maiden informs them that he has given his daughter So-and-so to So-and-so in marriage. Ono of the company then strikes the treo with a club proclaiming them to be man and wife. Then follows a feast of fruits and animals. Tho Malays very seldom will marry a Kubu woman. They con sider them an inferior race, and use as a term of reproach when nugercd, "You Kubu." They will not interfere with a Kubu dead body. Tho Kubus possess no personal property except, what they carry around with them. They cat ani mals in a semi-putrid condition, with little or no cooking. Jn traversing tho forest if one of them finds a bee-tree ho makes ono or two hacks in tho bark and repeats a sort of spell. This is the only property, if it could be called such, that they possess. They are not exactly people of the lowest order of intelligence. They use their spears with dexterity or throw stones with wouderful accuracy. They post themselves behind somo treo in front of which is another wherein birds are lodged, und thence dischargo tho stone over the one that hides them so as to drop on tho bird in the other. Theso extraordinary people differ so much in their habits and ways in life from the other inhabitants of tho island that scientists have been much puzzled as to whether they are the last survivors of their race or only a straggling rem nant, kin to those about them, who at some past time wero driven from below the family roof tree to save their livei in the forest fastnesses, aud who. wlteu persecution had ceased, clung to theso woods, which had been their frieuds in their hours of need. Mr. Forbes, who examined some Kubu skulls, with a view to determine whether they posses Negrito or May layan allinities, sus that the character of the hair, the form of tho nose, tho various characters of tWu skull aud tho proportion of the limb bones show thai they cannot have any near affinity to the Negrito race found in various parts of the Indo-Malaynn archipelago, but that they are decidedly Malays, and, there fore, Mongoloid. While among the odd people a thief was brought before the magistrato who when arrested hnd a bag containing tho pnraphernalia of his trade. It contained a bunch of keys of various sizes, a littlo sack with rico grains for alluring fowls, a package of arsenic for older animals, a tube of soporific powder, the recipe for which was: "Take of tho gadung, a species of plant whoso uncooked roots produce intoxication, a few scrapings of theskin whero tho stem joins the tuber; of white dates tho seeds of seven fruits, nn 1 of arsenic a certain quantity. When dried, pounded and sifted through a cloth, to bo thrown on the rico or into tho cigarette of the victim or to be blown toward him, as occasion offers." Tho thief said ho had tried the recipe on tLreo victims nnd stolen many cloths and ru pees and gold dust. Cincinnati Enquirer. If anting for Eider Down. A letter from Reykjavik, Iceland, to the New Y'ork Sun. writes of the eider down harvest ns follows: The men who get the down leave home early in the morning, and visit the places to which tho eider duck resorts, and each man hunts for the nests. Tho nests are built in clefts of the rock, sometimes near the sea, and slippery from the spray, and sometimes very high up, where a false step would be death to tho unfortunate man falling down on tho jagged rocks below. The down is plucked from tho breasts of the duck by the bird itself, and is used to lino tho nests for the comfort of tho young ones. Tho hunter robs tho bird of all the lining it has provided for tho nest, putting it in a bag that he car ries along for the purpose, and then goes on and repeats tiie performance at somo other nest. L very thing must be done very quietly, for a loud noise frightens the birds. and if frightened away once, they will not buna there again, lucre is a law en forced that forbids the dischargo of fire arms within hearing of tho breeding Idnces, and a stt anger would probably )c mobbed if ho disobeyed it. Two crops of down are gathered. The first crop is the best, for the duck uses an abundance of her choicest down in making tho lining of her first nest. A short time after the first is gathered the hunters go over tho sarao ground again and rob tho nests of the second lining, which consists of all tho down the poor bird could rob herself of for her young. This proceeding seems to call out the last energies of the birds, for they then make a new nest, and the drake lines it with his breast feathers. In this nest the young aro hatched. The hunters seldom disturb it, for the probabilities are that tho pair would go away and nevor return. After tho down has been gathered, it is taken into a largo room in the farmer's houso, nnd each nest, for tho lining re tains the shape of a nest, is placed on top of a primitive arrangement that looks like a harp laid flat, with strings of leather laid across it. The nest is then rubbed over the strings, and tho lichen, moss, sticks, chips, and other parts of tho framework of tho nest that are mixed with the down full through to tho floor, whilo sho down remains in the operator's hands. The down is then packed and brought to market,and from here shipped to all parts of the world. The color of the down is a surprise to many, for in stead of its being white, as somo peoplo imagine, it is a bluo slate color, glossy, and very pretty. An immense amount of it can be crushed into a handful, but it will rcsumo its natural form when re leased. Tho down taken from dead birds is not as good as that from the nests. It is not so light or so much liko floss silk to the touch. Icelund furnishes about 7, (WO pounds of tho down every year that is of a superior quality. Mexico's National Drink. What the Napa valley is to San Fran cisco, the Western reservoir to Ohio, or tho Orange county dairy region to New York city, aro Los Llanos de Apam to the city of Mexico the principal differ ence being that maguey is milked in lieu of cows anil pulque is the product. Some idea of tho magnitude of this kind of agriculture may bo derived from the fact that two special pulqtio trains run daily into the capital city with tho same regularity that milk trains come into our metropolitan cities, yielding tho railroad a revenue of $1,000 a day freightage Tho legend runs that somowliero about tho year U'JO a Toltec Indian, whose name was Papantzin, was first to discover that tho juice of the agavo Americana might be distilled into a beverage lit for tho gods. Desiring to bring tho new blessing into royal favor, ho commis sioned his only daughter, Xoahiti (signi fying "the Flower of Anahua '), as cup bearer to the king. This ancient Hebe, we are told, was young and beautiful, and tho monarch not only drank and praised tho pulque, but married the maiden. And to this day the bevcrago of old "Pap" as no doubt his dutiful descendants called him for short is tho universal drink of the lower classes of Mexico, and no doubt it is ono of tho most healthful beverages in the world. When just right it is miik white, thick aud ropy, much resembling buttermilk in color, tasto and consistency. The In dians are passionately fond of it the one solace and comfort in their lives of toil and penury as nature has placed ov haustless fountains of it by tho waysides and in the deserts Traveling Americans turn up their no-ies at the first taste of it, but generally end by becoming as 4.1 i I i gent pulque drinkers us was old Pupaut zin himself. ' FnimUco Cluuiticle. There is ono good thing about th seventeen year locust. Tho femalo is mute. K SUMMER SONO IN SECTIONS. JUST A3 IT IS. Now the wealthy merchant wearoth On his head a common straw, Whilo his junior clerk appeareth In a nobby rnackinaw. HIT HIM WITH A BRICK. Now the sun his furnace flreth, Causing human flesh to stew, And the summer fiend Inquireth, "Is this botonough for you V "SOME OF THE SAME OLD BRAND." Now the customer who winket h, As the druggist's eye meets bis, Shows he something stronger drinketh Than the ordinary fizz. HE NEVER SLEEPS. Now the patent mower waketh Sleepers from their peaceful rest, E're the golden morning breakoth, Or the robin leaves his nest. TnE DECEITFUL HUSBAND. Now the festive husband sendeth Tothe banch his trusting wife; Whilo she's absent he pretendotb. His will be a lonely life. Tearfully with her he partoth; Gladly he would go, but can't Out to see the elephant THE HOSE FIEND. Now the Idiot who getteth Twenty feet of gardon hose, Squirts from morn till tight anAwettoth Skilfully on each passer's clothes. Boston Courier. HUMOR OF TIIE DAY. Soggy pio is mentioned us ono of the causes of dyspepsia. Ono of tho causes of soggy pie is young married women. Courier Journal. Tho Canadians think of changing the name of Lake Misstassini to Lake Smith. This is pleasant for travelers, but tough for tho lake. Pw-k. We'll sit beside the entrancing maid, Our own bewitching Nellie; With our right hand in the lemonade And our left toot in the jelly. Lynn Union. Forepaugh says that elephants have a natural fondness for whisky. This may account for men going out to see the elephant. Sifting. "Timo works wonders," says a young man of twenty-seven when ho returned home and found his eldest sister only eighteen. St. Paul lltrald. An ordinary woman's waist is thirty inches around. An ordinary man's arm is about thirty inches long. How admi rable are thy works, oh, nature. Toronto Mail. Soon to the seashore we shall hie, Or picnic in the grove ; Sitting perchance in custard pie, Beside the girl we love. Chicago Sun. Daniel entered the lion's den without a tremor; but if the truth were known it is not improbable that he wont into his own houso on wash day with fear and trembling. Chicago Ledger. Along about this season of tho year, a man lays aside his religious training two or three times a day, ia order to drive tho chickens out of tho garden in a proper manner. Merchant-Traveler. "Wo aro goin' to have chicken for dinner at our house to-day," said a Fourth street urchin; "papa killed a rooster this morning the ono that had the dried beef on its head." Breakfast Talle. A Chicago girl fell out of a third story window aud killed a dog, which her brother had fired at four times with a Flobert rifle and failed to hit. If a Chicago girl comes down feet first from auvwhere, she can hit almost any thing. Who is that man whom all respect 1 Whom all treat so polite! They puss him with uplifted hats, Ana watch him out of sight He's a baseball pitcher who twirls the sphere, (Not one of the "upiier ten.") And he has a record of striking out Twenty consecutive men. Boston Times, During Cholera Epidemics. Tho epidemics of 1830, 1845, and 1800 caused tho people everywhere to adopt preventive measures which were thought to have great efficacy. Care in diet was considered most important, of course, and fruits wero almost entirely discarded. Watermelons and cucum bers were looked upon as poisonous, and even ripe peaches and other harmless fruit were permitted to rot. So heavy were tho losses by fruit growers and dealers in tho East in 1830, that for a few years after the plague disappeared no ono would raise melons and other ob jectionable vegetables und fruits for fear that they could not bo disposed of. Moiled rice, mush aud milk, and bread and milk becutuo tho principal articles of diet in many families, and meats and other heavy foods wero partaken of very sparingly. Camphor came into universal use as a disinfectant, and nearly every body woro some of it on the person. Flannels were worn all summer, and plasters of various kinds were ucd on tho chest and back. Tho man of talents possesses them like so many tools, does his job with them, and there an end; but the man of genius is possessed by it, and it makes him into a book or a life, according to its whim. Talent ti.kes the existing mollis, and makes its castings, better or worse, of richer or baser metai, accord ing to knack or opportunity; but genius is ulwavs shaping uew ones, and ruusthe man in them, so that there is always that hiiuiau feeling in its results which gives us a kindred thrill. An eagle kept in Vienna. Austria, died ufler a c jnl'meinent of 1 14 year-'. Swans on the Kiver Thames have been known to livo 1)0 years aud more.
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