Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, February 09, 1882, Image 1

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    VOL. LVI.
Fashionable Barber,
Next Door to JOURNAL Store,
(Opposite Court House.)
H. BROCKEBHOFF, Proprietor.
WU. MCKKKYKR, Manager.
Good sample rooms on first floor.
Free bus to and irom all tralus.
Special rates to jurors and witnesses.
Strictly First Class.
(Most Central Hotel In the Cltjj
Corner MAIN and JAY Streets,
Lock Haven, Pa.
8. WOODS CALWKLL, Proprietor.
Good Sample Rooms for Commercial
Travelers on first floor.
jyt. D. H. MINGLE,
Physician and Surgeon,
Office In 2d story of Tomlinson's Gro
cery Store,
On MAIN Street, MILI HKIM, Pa.
Shop next door to Foote's Store, Main St..
Boots, Shoes and Gaiters made to order, and sat
isfactory work guaranteed. Repairing done prompt
ly and cheaply, and in a neat style.
Office opposite Court House, Ballefoute, Pa.
C. T. Alexander. C. M . Bower.
Office in Carman's new building.
Office on Allegheny Street.
Northwest corner of Diamond.
Office on Allegheny Street, 2 doors west of office
formerly occupied by the late Arm of Yocum A
Practices In all the courts of centre County.
Special attention to Collections. Consultations
in German or English.
All business promptly attended to. Collection
of claims a speciality.
j. A. Beaver. J W. Gephart.
Office on Alleghany Street, North of High.
Office on WoodrlngM Block, Opposite coon
House. _____
Consultations in English or German. Office
In Lyon's Building, Allegheny Street.
Office in the rooms formerly occupied by the
kete w P. Wilson.
lie pittlrifi SintrtuvL
For all that we have sale, Sweet,
Ami all that we have done,
Our eyes are still afraid, Sweet,
To face to-morrow's suu.
We know that this must te, I/>ve,
The hour when tlrat wo mot.
Ami yet we eaunot see, Love,
How each may each forget.
To-raorrow, then, we part love,
And tfo our separate wava,
And sunder heart from heart, Love,
Ami sunder face from face.
And now what does it bring, Dear,
* hts great love, at the end?
A soug for me to amg. Dear,
Sad days for >ou to spend.
"Broiled spring chicken for tea, eh?"
said I. "And lobster salad and fried
oysters! Upon my word this looks as if
we weie going to have company."
"So we are, my dear." said my wife,
looking a little guilty, as she polished
up the surface of the big silver tea-tray
with a new chamois leather. "They arc
all coining to visit me—Uncle Silas,and
Auut Melioent, and the children and
Cousiu Joab, and the two Miss Wiliuer
diugs, and my Aunt Louisa, to meet the
j Rev. Mr. Speakwell, from Minnesota,
j who married my cousin Jerusha Wilde.
Mr. Speakwell is troubled with the ca
tarrh, and he thinks of staying at our
house for a few weeks, while he is being
j treated by Mr. Dosem."
I put down my linen duster and
brown paper parcels with some empha
"Oh, confound the Rev, Mr. Speak
well!" said I.
"John!" ejaculated mv wife.
"Well, my dear, I can't keep it, ' said
I. "It's not iu human to endure every
thing. And I've been relationod out of
all patience ever siuoe our marriage.
The Jenkinses went away last week, the
Birdaaes took an affectionate leave yes
terday, and now. just as I was contem
plating a peaceful evening by ourselvos,
here's a new swarm, Hungrier than the
rest, just about to settle down upon us !
In my opinion Kitty, my dear, relations
should be abolished."
"I am surprised at you, John," said
my wife. "My own people, they are so
fond of me."
"There's where you are mistaken, my
dear," said I. "It's your comfortable
spring beds and good cookery that tkey
are fond of, not you,"
"I'd be willing to wager a good round
sum ou the truth of my assertion," said
"Because you have no relations your
self "
"Thank Providence for that!" said I,
devoutly. "I was reared in a foundliug
asylum, aud have nobody to thank but
myself for my tolerable success in the
"It's no reason you should find fault
with mine," said Kitty, with her bright
blue eye full of tears, "Aud Mr. Speak
well is such a spiritually-minded man,
and dear Uncle Silas loves you just as if
you were his only sgn, aud Cousin Joab
is so interested in our children."
"I'm much obliged to 'em," said I,
dryly. "But I slept all last weak on
soft cushions lying in the bath tub; and
we had fourteen people here over the
anniversaries, and I was obliged to giye
up my own room for a month last wii>
tor to old Mr. Manse well, not to f>peak
of our being half poisoned with Aunt
Louisa's hygeiau messes in the fall.
When the poet said, 'There's no place
like home.' I presume he meant when
there were no relations visiting. I'll
tell you what, my dear/' with a sudden
inspiration, "I've a great mind formally
to deed over this house for your rela
tions, if they will agree solemnly to
leave mo ill peace for tho rest of my
life, wheresoever I may f it up my family
"Nonsense!" said my wife. "Do go
up stairs and change your things, and
brush your hair and get ready for tea.
They're all waiting in the best parlor,
and I was awaiting your return to see
about hiring some cot beds from the
village hotel, to put up iu the attic for
those four little Speakwell children.
You see, Aunt Louisa has the blue
bed-rooms, and Cousin Joab sleeps
in the little wing chamber, and Mr.
and Mrs. Speakwell will have our room
and "
"Indeed!" said I. "And we are to
sleep in the barn. I suppose?"
"Don't be cross, John," said my wife
appealingly. "One must be hospitable,
you know. And I can easily make up the
sofa-bed in the back p;irlor for our use,
for a week or so."
I said nothing, but ground my teeth
iu silent despair, as I sprang up stairs,
two steps at a time, to make what chan
ges I could in my toilet, by the aid of a
ten-by-twelve glass hung over the wash
stand of a stuffy little bath room.
The Rev. Mr. Speakwell was a big
man, with a still bigger voice,and a limp,
faded little wife, whose sole earthly,
interest seemed to centre in her four
white-eyed, freckle faced children. Un
cle Silas and Aunt Melicent were a silent
' couple with excellent appetites, and two
boys, who giggled and snickered at each
other in the intervals of the conversa
Cousin Joab talked incessantly with
his mouth full, and the two Miss Wil
merdings served as general echoes to
the rest; while Aunt Louisa devoured
lobster salad ail libitum, and kept up
sending up her cup for some green tea,
i until I trembled for her nerves, while
i my wife, careful and troubled, like Mar
tha of old, with many things, looked
ready to drop with the hospitable exer
tions she hail made, and I. sitting a
mere cipher at the head of the table.felt
as if I was keening a boarding house
without any of the pecuniary emolument
• "My trunks will be up in the live
o'clock train," said the Rev. Mr. Speak
well; ''lll trouble you, Cousin Poyutz,
to send an expressman to the depot for
'em. And if there's any department iu
this domicile, Cousin Poyutz, that could
lie fitted up as a study for my temporary
use, it would greatly facilitate mv intel
lectual occupation during my sojourn iu
tho suburbs of this great city. And
I hope the children will be kept still
during the hours which I devote to stu
Here my wife looked at me aghast,
thinking of little Johnny, and the baby.
"Never mind, my dear," I remarked,
sotto voice, "we can easily get 'em boar
ded out somewhere."
"Ami," went 01. Rev. Mr. Speakwell,
"1 should esteem it a favor if a horse
and buggy could be procured for my
daily use when going to Dr. Dosern. in
the city, as the motion of the train disa
grees with my nervous system."
"I don't happen to own a carriage but
I might buy one."
•'Thank you, thank you, Cousin
Poyntz," said Rev. Mr. Speakwell,
"And if there's any other littte thing
you should happen to want, pray don't
be backward in mentioning it," 1 add
"No I won't, Cousin Poyntz," said
the reverend gentleman,with the utmost
And lam bound to say that he kept
his word.
For three days I endured the swarm
of yisitors which literally infested my
home, and then I made up my mind
that patienoe had oeased to be a vir
"I'll put a stop to this thing," said
I mine home one night with u tragical
expression on iny face.
"Katharine," 1 said to my wife, "I
made a sad mistake in buying those
shares in the Western Union. More
than that, I am sorry to say, the owner
is ruined !"
"What!" cried all the company at
"Those shares of Western Union, you
know," said I, with a heavy sigh.
"Yes, dear," gasped poor Kitty.
"They have gone down," said I.
"Oh John."
"I wish I had taken your advice, and
let 'em alone," said I.
I looked beamingly around at my
wife's relations. They returned the
glance by the blandest of stares.
"If I borrow two Hundred dollars a
piece from all these dear kindred," said
I, with obtrusive cheerfulness, "and
request Uncle Silas to indorse my busi
ness notes—"
"I couldn't think of such a thing,"
hurriedly interrupted that geutlemau.
"I should be most happy to oblige,
but I am quite out of funds at present,'
said Cousin Joab.
"And I," said the Rev. Mr. Speak
well, pushing back his chair, "must
save what little share I posses of the
world's filthy lucre to pay my passage
and that of my family back to Minneso
"Surely," cried I, "you would not go
away me in such pecuniary
straits as these."
The liov. Mr. Speakwell significantly
buttoned up his pockets.
"It is every man's business to look
after himself, Cousin Poyntz," said he;
"and I don't scruple to say that it is
downright dishonesty for a business man
like yourself to get into such financial
And in fifteen minutes every cousin
in the lot had, upon one excuse or an
other, vanished from the room, to
pack and prepare for immediate depart
I looked at my wife; my wife looked
at me. I burst out laughing; Kitty be
gan to cry.
"My dear," said I, "it's an easier job
than I thought it would be. I didn't
know but that it would be necessary for
me to catch the small-pox before I could
gef rid of your relations,"
"But are we very poor, John? And
must we give up this dear little cottage?
Oh, how cruel it is of Uucle Joab, and
Mr. Speakwell, and Uncle Silas, and all
of them, not to help you ! I know Ma
riana Wilmerding has fivethousaud dol
lars that she wants to put out at inte
rest, for she told me only yesterday,
"Yes, exactly," said I. "But proba
bly she doesn't regard me as a good in
"After all I have done for them )"
sobbed my wife.
"Relations are only human my dear,"
said I.
The company took their leave without
much ceremony or adieux, and that
afternoon my wife came to me. with tears
in her eyes.
i "John," said she, "will vou tell me
how much money you have lost iu that
horrid Western Union Stock? Because
would rather know the worst at once."
"Lost?" repeated I, looking up from
the newspaper, which I was reading in
Uncle Silas' fuvorite easy chair, now
vacated for the first time in many days.
"Why, I only lost a tnfio "
"You said you ruined."
"Excuse me. my dear, I said nothing
of the kind. I merely stated the West
ern Union shares had gone down, and
their owner was ruined. But 1 am not
the owner, as I sold out my shares a
week ago. Their depreciation, with other
still more serious losses iu their specu -
lations, have ruined their owner,"
"Yes, my dear."
"How could you ?"
"Very easily," said I, with a latent
smile, "My dear, 1 think if your rela
tives had stayod another week I should
have committed suicide."
"And you told that horrid story jußt
to get rid of them?"
"I made that unimpeachable state
ment with that precise intention."
' They were rather trying," confessed
Kitty. "And I thing they might have
helped you a little when they thought
you were bankrupt."
"They will not come visiting here
agaiu," said I, quietly.
And 1 was right. Thev did not.
Sitet>p-Hunting In Colorado.
Walking in the midst of lovely soenery
and watching the day break in such in
finite splendor says a correspondent, I
must confess that I became somewhat
careless as to my hunting, and stumbled
right on top of a little baud of sheep
feeding on the level ground before I
was aware of their presence. In fact,
I did uot see them until they started.
1 fired, but without any effect, and set
the hound, poo • old Plunk, after tliem.
They had got too good a start, and he
could uot come near them, but after a
while I noticed a little sheep lagging be
hind. Thinking Plunk might overtake it,
I started off at my be*t pace after him.
It is no joke running over rough ground
at an elevation of some eight thousand
feet on a blazing hot July morni*g in
Colorado, and I puffed and blew and
"larded the lean earth" in the most
generous manner. When I came up
I found the sheep perched on a little
pinnacle of rock at\d the hound baying
furiously below, Toor little beast, I
pitied it. It was ouly about three
months old, and it looked very forlorn,
It was very slightly wounded, also, a
fact which I did not know before. I
went up to it and patted it, and the poor
little creature d.d not seem much
frightened, and did not miud my touch
ing it a bit, but it would not follow me.
It was too much afraid of the dog, I
fancy. I did not know what to do. I
wanted to keep it alive, for a tame siieep
is somewhat of a rarity. I was afraid
to leave it alone while I went for a
wagon, and I was afraid of leaving the
hound to watch it, lest he should run in
ui>on it and kill it during my absence.
So I concluded to pack it into the ranch
on mv back. A nice job I had of it.
The little animal was strong as a donkey,
and kicked and walloped about all the
time. It was us much as loould do to
keep it on my shnu'dera. By that time
the forenoon was far spent and the sun
god "was pourdowu with tropical
strength. I don't know which of us was
most exhausted when we got to the
ilouse. However, I was none the worse,
but the j)oor little sheep never recovered.
He drank lots of milk, and seemed all
I ight for the first day, but after that he
pined away and died in throe or four
days. Running sheep with hounds is a
good deal practiced in some places. I
don't like it. It is a reprehensible
habit, and scares all the game out of the
country. It is a very sure ami easy way
of killing slioep if you have a first-rate
dog and the ground is suitable to the
sport; but unless those two conditions
are fulfilled the chance of success is
small. Your hound must be very spoedy
and stanch and accustomed to tho busi
ness, and the sheep must be found near
some isolated pinnacle or crags of cliff.
You creep up as near as you possibly
can to the game, and thou start the dog
at them, yelling and hallooing to scare
them as much as possible as soon as you
apercive that they have caught sight of
the liound. The sheep will run straight
up the mountain and will beat any dog
in a short time; but if the bound has got
a good start, and if the ground has been
pretty level at first, he will press them
so hard that one, or perhaps two or three
of them, will take refuge on the first
precipitous cliff or crag they can find.
If that happens to be an isolated rook,
so small that the dog can keep guard
round the base of it, he will keep the
sheep at bay—''treed,"as they say in
Colorado—unless his master comes up.
But for one successful run you can make
many unsuccessful ones. Nothing
scares game so much as running them
with dogs, and consequently, it is a pas
time that ought never to be pursued, or
at any rate hardly ever, and then only
when you can be quite oeatain of suc
cess. The place where I caught the
little sheep was very favorable for run
ning them,
g?his world belongs'to the energetic.
There is no calamity like ignorance.
' 'The foot goes where the heart leads,
i "Each kind is good for its own kind."
A Romance of the Foreal.
Some time ago a perty of three Black
Feet and three hundred Crees Indians left
for Low river, Canada, on the .warpath
across the line against the Crows. A large
number is said to have been killed. An
old and well known Indian, who has just
died, before his death made a confession
which entirely cleared up what had been a
fearful mystery for a half century. Fifty
years ago Nicholas Gar laud, a pioneer,
took a tract of laud situated iu what is
now the township of Beckwilh. in the
couuniy of Lauouk, built a cabin upon it
and proceeded to clear away the dense for
est stauding upon the tract. At that time
he had a wife and one small child, a very
pretty little girl named Alice. One day
Alice did not return from the edge of the
clearing, where she had been playing witu
two other children. An alarm was raised
and all the woodmen in the country there
abouts joined in a search which lasted
many days, but resulted iu no clue of the
uuasiug child, and the general verdict ar
rived at by the hunters was that Alice had
been carried off and devoured by one of
the bears with which the country then
abounded. The conclusion seemed to l>e
corroborated by the discovery of some
clean, small bones a few months aiterward
n a deep hollow a couple of miles from,
Gai laud's cabin. They were gathered
carefully together and buried by the fa
ther ami mother of Alice near their home,
all ihepeop for miles arouud attending
the funeral, which was the first ever held
in that section by the whiles. The loas of
her child and the terrible strain of the long
suspense, and the ghaatly discover subse
quent, broke down the strong constitution
of Mrs. Garland, and she died with a bro
ken heart, not long after the funeral Mr.
Garland, after his wife's death, became ,
hard and ascetic, never referred to his trou- i
ble, never associated with nis neighbors I
and has ever since lived a hermit in the
cabin he first built. This old ludian who
recently died, however, says that he saw
Alice on that tlav when she was playing
with her companions On the clearing, be
came facinated with her childish beauty
and carried her away and raised her as one
of his own in his family. When she be
oame marriageable she was thoroughly In- |
dianizea and her abductor managed lo nave
her married to one of bis sons. She is
now living in Bruce countp, and is the
mother of a large family, She has never
shows that she has any recollection of her
parents or home, and appears happy. The
dying ludian said that so well had she
been cared for that he believed no one
could have conviuced her of her real ori
gin or induced her to change her lot, and
he added that no one but himself and the
son who married her was ever made ac
buainled with her history. The contess- j
ion is believed to be true, and has caused
a profound sensation.
How Bottles are Made.
The manufacture of glass bottles is
very simple in itself, though for the pro
duction of tine work great skill is requir
ed. The fin ess bottles now made are
blown, as they were in the earliest days
of bottle-making, without the use of a
mould, the operation being performed
by simply gatUeriug a proper quantity
of molten glass upon the end of a metal
ic blow-pipe, and forming it into shape
by holding it in various jx)sit.ions while
expandiug it by blowing through the
tul>e, and occasionally applying pressure
with some tool of very simple form. Gen
erally however, bottles are made with
the use of a mould in which glass is blown
because in this way time and lal>or are
saved. It may be said that all the bot
tles, and jars, etc., in oommon use and
made iu the United States are blown in
moulds. Occasionally bottles will show
by a seam on the side where the parts
of the mould come together. The finer
glassware bottles are blown. The mould
is usually made of iron, and is in two
parts which are hinged, and can be open
ed and closed instantly. For making
the smaller bottles a boy is required to
open and shut the mould as required.
For larger bottles, the parts which
arc hinged at the bottom are closed by
means of a lever, which is moved by
the foot of the operator. From three
to five persons are required in the oper
ation of bottle making. In the case were
the lever is employed, three hands are
needed— one, a buy, to gather the mol
ten glass on the end of the blow pipe,
one to blow the bottle and shape it to
the mould, and a third to finish the neck
and mouth and correct any defects in
form. After the mouth is finished, the
bottle is taken to the annealing furnace,
where it is placed upon a pan, which,
with several others attached together in
the form of a chain, which is drawn slow
ly through a long, horizontal oven When
the pan arrives at the opposite end of
the oven, its load of bottles is removed,
and it is returned to the mouth of the
oven to receive a new load.
An Honest Boy.
A loy walked into an office with a po
okot-book in his hand and inquired if
Mr. Blank was in,
"That's my namo." replied one of the
"Well, here's a wallet with your name
in it."
"Yes. I lost it this morning."
He received it, and the boy started
down stairs, but was halted by the
"Say, boy. what's your name?"
"Oh, that's all right," replied the boy
as he backed down. "Tain't worth your
saying I'm an honest boy and offering
me ten cants for my trouble, for there
was only fifty cents in the wallet and
ma used that to buy some soap and a
new clothes line."
In these days we fight for ideas, and
newspapers are our fortresses.
It is not so hard to earn money as to
spend it wU
Slap Up The Sqaara.
"It is very hard to lose a husband,"
sobbed the Widow Wiltwingle, as she
guzod down upon the features of the
! late lamented, and wondered whether
she could borrow a long mourning veil.
" Yes," sniffed the undertaker. " But
all fiesb is Timothy V. 22, and it only
| remains for us to plant him in as
fashionable a shape as we can. Hadn't
we better plow him under to-morrow ?"
"Isn't that too quick ?" sighed the
widow, who knew she couldn't get her
washing from the laundry until the day
" I don't believe he'll keep," said the
undertaker, eyeing the deceased criti
cally. " This here in pretty hard wea
ther on meat, and he'a liable to sp'ile
unless you shovel him under pretty
sudden. He smells bad now."
"So he docs," replied the widow,
sniffing at him cautiously. " And yet I
hute to put him in the ground."
" You can Btore him in the receiving
vault for a while, if you like, but if 3on
try to keep him around the house long
he's likely to bust open' and you'd bet
ter not have it if you can avoid it."
"Is it cold iu the vault?" asked the
widow with streaming eyes.
"It ain't so remarkably tropical," re
sponded the undertaker. ''Mourners
generally put stiffs in there now; and
you can pop him into the grave when
ever it's handy. By the time you get
! around to it he'll be so far goue you
won't mind it. If I was you I'd stick
him in the vault for a few weeks."
"Well, I suppose i is best, and per
haps we'd better do it to morrow."
"All right," said the undertaker. "I'll
can him up during the day and in the
morning 111 team him over to the church
Don't cry, just heel yonraelf pretty well
up with scripture and you'll put tl rt ugh
Would you like a rosewood or a velvet
duater for him?"
,'Rosewood, by all means. Please
handle him tenderly."
"Oh! we may have to hump him
around a little, but we'U make it as easy
as we can for him. How many teams
will you want to haul the grief?"
"I think ten will be enough," replied
the widow. "O, what shall Ido when
he's gone?"
"Don't think of that now," sympa
thized the undertaker, as he made a few
memoranda in his note-book. "He's
keeping up his end with the angels, and
you know the Bible says the Lord is a
shepherd who leads us around by green
pastors. Brace up, and think of him as
being where the wicked oease from
troubling and the weary get the best.
Who have you got to do the pious busi
"Our minister is preparing himself
"That's all right. I'll be around
again during the day to try the box on,
and I guess I'll freeze him a trifle, or
you can't stand him by morning, This
is terrible on defuncts, but we'll slide
liim away as well as we can, and you'll
just bust with pride to see how it is
And the simple-minded, good hearted
undertaker left the widow to her grief,
while he went to order his men to "slap
up the square thing by old Wiltwin
gle," who had sprung a leak in his mor
tal Ceil."
Tlie Horse Shoe and It* Application.
The number and disposition of the
nails depend upon the kind of shoes.
For speed and light draft, from five to
seven may be employed, while for heavy
horses and for heavy draft the number
may bo increased. When few anils are
used tlm should be m' re widely distri
butod than is usual the custom W r hen
it is remembered that the introduction
of every nail is so much injury to the
structures of the foot, it will readily be
seen that the smaller the number requi
site for the purpose the better for the
animal. In driving the nails, it is es
sential that a thick short hold of the
crust should be had, rrAher than a loug
thin one, Not only is the shoe held
more firmly, but there is a probability
that the nail holes may, by the down
ward growth of the horn, be removed at
the next shoing, which in most cases
should not exceed an interval of four or
five weeks, The points of the nails
should be shortened to just that length
which will permit them to be turned
over aud hammered down smoothly,
with perhaps the least possible rasping.
The common method of rasping notches
for tne ies of the nails is not
advisable. In fact, as I have already
said, the rasp should never be used upon
the external walls of the hoof except in
cases of absolute necessity to prevent
striking of the opposite limb. Its use
destroys the natural polish, exposes
parts beneath which are not fitted for
such exposure, and renders the horn
brittle, and liable at any moment to
quarter cracks and other ma ladies.
Idleness is the refuge of weak minds,
and the holiday of fools.
Sow good services; sweet remem
brance will grow from them.
The heart is a loom, and it may weave
whatever it pleases. It may make life a
continual progress towards triumph.
Can there be any tiling more in human
nature than to tliink, to speak and to do
whatever good lies in our power to all ?
Right in the main—gas. But very
apt to be wrong in the metre.
"His fortune has turned into nails and
straws," refers to a prodigal.
"Work for thy character until it be
renewed, then it will work for thee."
"If the ass is invited to the wedding
it is only that he may carry the woo<?"
The good thought of to-day will
awaken many good thoughts to-morrow.
It is better to have wisdom without
learning than learning without wisdom.
A matter of more than ordinary inter
est—your note bearing twelve per cent.
Borne things are past finding out. The
love for whiskey is what staggers a man.
"The woman to whom fortune does
not come says that her husband is be
witched. "
The pleasant things in this world are
pleasant thoughts, and the greatest art
in life is to have as many of them as pos
What is necessary to make an honest
man, properly applied, would make a
polite one.
Genial cheerfulness is an almost cer
tain index of a happpy mind and pure
good heart.
Happiness only begins when wishes
end; and he who hanker after more en
joys nothing.
Pedantry crams our heads with learn
ed lumber and takes out our brains to
make room for it.
loung, one is rich in all the future
that he dreams; old. one is poor in all
the past he regrets.
How industriously the good grows and
propagates itself, even among the weedy
entanglements of evil.
"He cats the fruit of the paternal gar
den, and yet insults his ancestors," re
fers to ingratitude.
"One horsemaD does not make the
dust-cloud." This signifies that the
work of one man cannot produce very
great results.
Our ideas, like orange plants, spread
out in proportion to the size of the box
which imprisons the roots.
Never give advice until you are asked
for it, and only give it then with cau
Among the perilous rocks and shoals
of life, we can have no better compass
than a clear conscience.
He has no bread to eat and he is
looking for a wife"signifies; Be not am
bitious when your means are limited.
It is quite wonderful how many thiugs
there are in this world which you do
not want if you can only make yourself
think so.
Good nature adorns every perfection
a man is master of, and throws a veil
over every blemish which would other
wise prevail.
As few roads are so rough as those
that have just been mended, so few sin
ners are so intolerant as those that have
just turned saint.
When dunces call us fools without
proving us to be so, our best retort is to
prove them to be fools, without coude
cending to call them so.
The spirit of mortals is pround be
cause it costs fifteen cents a glass. This
puts the matter in a new light
| fcThe way to help a man in trouble is
uot to take his burden from him, but to
give him all the strength we can to bear
it himself.
No man can honestly prav to be de
livered from this world's temptations,
who does not persistently strive to keep
out of them.
"It is the crier himself who has lost
his ass, "is used in speaking ef those who
cannot do for themselves what they can
do for otheis.
"What the grasshoppers have left,the
little birds have eaten," means that mis
fortunes never come singly.
"He went to sea and fonnd it dry,"
means that a oowardly man will always •
fail in his undertakings.
"This apple is pretty well worn out."
said a five-year-old, as she finished eat
ing and was about to throw away the
oore. Fact.
A Coroner's verdict reads thus: "The
deceased came to liis death by excessive
drinking, producing apoplexy in the
uiinds of the jury."
Jones, getting up from his dinner, in
a nuiet way remarked to his landlady
that ho had found everything on the
table cold except the ice cream.
The following typographical error
shows the vast importance of a comma.
At a banquet this toast was given: "Wo
man—without her man, is a brute."
No Fee runs a Chinese laundry in
Boston. He shall have all our washing.
Send it along. One more shirt will pro
bably not increase his labors much.
The more a diamond is cut and polish
ed, the brighter it sparkles. In like
way, the more a good man is rubbed by
stern adversity the more liis virtues
The German poet, Riohter was wont
to say that sorrows were sent to man for
his instruction, even as the cages of
birds are darkened to teach them to
It might might have been: a fashion
able young lady acciddntally dropped
one of her false eyebrows in her opera
box and greatly frightened her beau,
who, on seeing it thought it was his
To live with honor and happiness in
the world, we must always be what we
would appear to be, and never try to ap
pear to be anything different from what
we really are.
It is well to have your zeal for reform
ing the world begin on yourself. After
you have finished the work needed there
you may with justiee extend yoar efforts
to your neighbor's case.
We are taught to clothe our minds as
we do our bodies, after the fashion in
vogne; and it is accounted fantastical -
ness or something worse not to do so.
It is hard to personate and act a part
leng, for where truth is not at the bot
tom nature will always be endeavoring
to return, and will pop out and betray
itself one time or another.
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