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Office on Allegheny street, two doors east of the office occupied by TTE late firm ol gast lllfeA eo-t7 A SIX-HUNDRED-POUND man: The gen tleman stepped on the coal dealer's platform scales and asked to be weighed. The dealer said: "Why, certainly I" and called to the man inside to take the weight. And the man thought it was coal he was weighing and shouted back the weight six hundred pounds. ®ie pilllelii iiiwal TH AT NIGHT. You ami I, am) (hat night, with Its porfuiue ami glory! Thj seeut of the lorusta, the light of the moon, And the violin weaving the wait sera a sory, Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune, Till their shadows uucertaiu lteeled round on the curtain. While under the trellis we dra A hi the June. Soaked through with the midnight, the cedars were sleeping, Their shadowy tresses outlined in the bright Crystal moon-smitten mists, where the fountain's heart, leaping Forever, forever burst, full with delight; And its lips on my spirit Fell faint as that near it Whose love like a lily bloomed out iu the night. Oh, your glove was an odarous sachet of blisses! The breath of your fan was a breeze of Cathay ! And the rose at your throat was a nest of spilled klasest And the muslo—in fancy I hear it to-day, As I sit here confessing our secret, and blessing, My rival who fouud us and waltzed you away. FAME VEKsCS I.OVE. "It cannot be!" As these words fell from Helen Arm strong's lips she arose from her seat, an old overturned boat, and moved slowly toward the water's edge. For a moment her companion, a mau of perhaps twenty-five, hesitated; then he joined her, repeating: "It cannot be, Helen? Surely you are not in earnest. You love me, have you not said it? Aud yet you refuse to be come my wife!" "Edwin, I—" "l r ou did not mean it,'* quickly in terrupted Edwin Bennett, adding; "Come, darliug, why should not we be happy?" And he drew her hand witlnn his arm. For an instant she let it rest there, then slowly but firmly she loosened his clasp, as she said: "For two years you and I have beeu friends. In that time did you ever know me to change after I hud once decided upon anything?" "No, but—" answered her companion quickly while she, unheeding, gi>es on with: "You know the one great desire of my life is to win lame as an artist. Could I do this as your wife?" "Why not, Helen? Would I not do anything in the world to help you?" came the proud answer, as Edwin Ben nett bent his eyes fondly upon the fair lace beside him. "No, Edwin; as a wife I could never hope to obtain fame. Marriage brings to women so many oares that there is very little time left oyer for other work. I should not make you happy. I should be constantly longing for my old, free life." "If that is all I am not afraid to nsk my happiness, Helen," answered her lover, a more hopeful look lighting up his handsome face. "Think how for five years," continued Helen, "I have worked with the one end in view. My home, you are aware, has not been particularly agreeable. Uncle and aunt are kind in their way, and have always let me have my own will about painting, proyidiug it lid not cost them anything. As for love or sympathy, you have seen how much they have yielded to me." "Seen and felt for you, Helen, God knows. And now that I will make your life, if love can do it, one happy dream, you will not; and yet you do not deny your love for me." For a second Helen's eyes rested longingly upon the face of the man who loved her so dearly; then into their dusky depths crept an intense, passion ate longing, as they swept the horizon and noted the glorious splendor of the setting sun, while she exclaimed: "Oh, Edwin! If I only could repro duce tnat sunset just as it is! If I only could!" With an impatient sigh ho turned away. "Always her art, never me; perhaps she is right after all. It would always stand between us." She, not noticing, went on with— "Jf it could only stay long enough for me to catch those colors, but, no, it is fading now.'* Turning, Helen found that her com panion had left her side, and stood a few yards away. "Edwin," she called. In an instant he was beside her, every thing forgotten except that she wa J the woman he loved. "I wanted to tell you how good Mr, Hovey is. It seems that he was ac quainted with poor papa years ago, when I was a baby, and therefore feels quite interested in me. You have heard how he praises my work, and last night he proposed—" "Proposed!" exclaimed Edwin Ben nett hotly. "Why, you don't mean to say that old man actually bad the au dacity to aak you to marry him?" "How ridiculous! How could you think of such a thing?" answered Helen, a ripple ot laughter escaping from be tween her pretty teeth, as she con tinued: "No; he proposed, if I wtre willing, to send me to Italy for two years, he, of course, defraying the greater part of the expenses. He said when I beoams famous I could refund him the little amount if I wished. Was it not gene rous of him! Just think, two years at work among the old masters. What MIbLIIEIM. PA.. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 23.1882. could I not do then? It would be such a help to me. My little income would do, with care, I think." "And you would go?" AH Edwin Beunett naked this question a look of pain crossed hia face, "Why not?" came the reply, aa Helen rained her eyes questiomngly to her companion. "You say you love me; ana yet you would put the sea between us. Helen, wait; I will work hard and earn money enough to take us both abroad. * l)o you think I could deny you anything. You .should paint to your heart's con teut, from the old masters, or any tiling else you pleased. So long as you were happy, I should be. Perhaps I might turn painter, too, some day, with you to inspire me," he added, smiling slightly, "I do not doubt your loye for me, Edwin; but I shall never marry. 1 intend to devote my life to my art. As a wife it would be impossible for me to do so. 1 should be hindered and tram meled iu a thousand ways. Believe me, I have thought very earnestly of all this, and I—" "Helen, when I ourne to spend my vacation here at Little Bock, so as. to be near you, I said to myself, Now you ask the woman you love to be your wife, and know that you have a home to offer her. For your sake I wish I were rioli; but I am still young; and with the good prospects I have, I do not see why I shall not be able before many } ears to give my wife all she can wish." "It is not that, Edwin. I should not love you one bit the more if you were a millionaire," interrupted Helen, glanc ing reproachfully at him. "Helen, my holiday is over to-morrow. I must have my answer to-night." The words came somewhat slowly from betweeu Edwin Bennett's teeth, Mechanically, with the end of her parasol, Helen Armstrong traced 011 the glittering yellow sands, "Fame versus love." Then, as she became aware of what she had done, she sought to efface them. Too late, Edwiu Bennett's hand stayed hers, as pointing to the letters, he said hoarsely; "Choose!" For a second she hesitated, then slowly came the auawer: "I accepted Air. Hovcy's offer this moruiug. lam to sail iu a week," Spurning her hand from htm, Bdwiu Bennett, cried out passionately: "God forgive you! I cannot!" Then without another word, he turned and left her. A faint cry of "Edwin" escaped her lips, as her arms were held out implor ingly toward him. They thou fell to her side, and she, too, turned .and went slowly across the sands in the opposite direction. If he had looked bacx and seen those outstretched arms, how dif ferent their lives would have been; but no, he plodded angrily along the shore, glancing neither to the right nor the left. Little by little the waves crept up and Love was drowned, while Fame stood out bold aud clear upon the yellow sand. ***** Ten years have come and gone since Helen Armstrong and Edwin Bennett parted on the shore, and daring that time they had never met. Helen had won that which she had striven for. She had become an artist of renown. Even royalty had been pleased to com pliment her upon her art. For the last mouth one of Helen Armstrong's paintings had been 011 exhibition at the Academy of Design, aud crowds had been drawn thither to see this last work of the celebrated art ist. The subject was simple, nothing new, yet visitors returned again and again to gaze at it. It was the last day of the exhibition, when a lady and gentleman, the geutle mau leading a little girl of perhaps three years by the hand, passed iuto the room where the painting huug. "Oh! isn't it too bad there is such a crowd; I wanted to see it!" exclaimed the lady, to which the gentlemau re plied: "We will look at the other pictures first and come back again; perhaps there will not be such a crowd then," An hour or so later the gentleman and lady returned; then the room was almost deserted, except for a few stragglers here and there. It was just about time to close the gallery. For a few moments they stood in si lence, before the painting; then a little voice said: "Baby wants to see, too, papa." Stooping down the gentleman raised the pretty, daintily-dressed child in his arms. Alter gravely regarding the picture for a second; the little one asked. "Is they mad, papa?" "I am afraid one was, pet," came the low answer, as E.lwiu Bennett softly kissed the fair cheek of the little girl. Then his gaae returned to the picture. A stretch of yellow sands, here and there by huge boulders and piles of showy pebbles, against which the over-hangiug cliffs looked almost bleak, Gentle little baby waves rippling in toward the shore, while majestic purple-hued, silver-edged clouds seemed floating en masse toward the golden, crimson-barred sun that flooded the sky and water with its warm light. In the centre of the picture, where the beach formed a curve resembling a horseshoe, was an old boat, turned bot tom upward; some few feet off, the fig ure of a young man, apparently walking hurriedly away. Although the face wan not visible, the gazer felt that the man suffered; that the glorious sunset was this day as naught ta him. Per haps it was in the tightly-clasped hand, the veins of which stoinl oht like great cords, or, maybe the man's apparent diregard of his surroundings. To the right of the picture the figure of n young girl, trailing a parasol in the sand, as she appeared to move slowly iu the opposite direction from her com panion. Only a little bit of a delicately shaped ear and a mass of glossy braids showed from beneath the shade hat, but 0110 could readily btfievo that the pretty girlish figure belonged to an equally attractive face. About naif way betweeu them, traced upon the sands, woie the words, ' Fume versus Love." "Is it not lovely, Edwiu?" and Mrs. Bennett laid her liuud upon her hus band's arm us she added: "Yet how sad it somehow seems. I can't help feeling sorry for them. I wish 1 could see their faces, ] feel as if I wanted to turn them round." Clasping the little hand that rested so coufidiugly upon his arm, Edwin Bennett inwardly thanked God for the gift of his fair young wife, as he said: "Come, dear, they arc commencing to close up. Baby's tired, too." "Ess, me's tired. Baby wants to tiss mamma," lisped the child, holding out her tiny arms. lliibbahii and wife failed to notice a lady who stood hear, gazing at a paint ing. As the pretty young mother stooped down to receive her baby's kisses, which the littlo one lavished on her cheeks, lips and brow, a deep, yearning look gathered in the strange lady's eyes and she turned hastily away. "Oh, Edwin!" exclaimed his wife, as they pasted the silent figure in black. "Wouldu't it bo nice if baby should grow up to be a great artist like this Miss Armstrong." "God forbid, Annie," came the earn est reply, followed by, "let her grow to be a true, loving woman, that is all I ask." The lady's hand tightened its hold upon the back of a settee as the words reached her cars, but she did not move until the V were out. Then lifting her veil sue went and stood before the paiuting that had won suoh fame. Tears gathered m her eyes as she gazed, and with the words, "I will never look at it again," she, too, passed out of the building, and in her own handsome carriage was driven home. Scorn shone in her dark eyes as they fell upon the costly works of art scat tered in lavish profusion about her luxu riously furnished apartments. Hastily throwing aside her wraps, she crossed over to a mirror. A very handsome face it reflected. Not looking the thirty years it had known, Helen Armstrong—for it was she had heard of Edwin Bennett's marriage; heard that he had succeeded iu business beyond his most sanguine expectations; heard that his wife was one of the love liest and gentlest of women, and that El win Bennett idolized both wife aud child. This day she had seen them. Then came the thought that she might have stood iu that wife's place; she, too, might have had those baby lips pressed as loviugly to hers; but she had put it from her. She had chosen Fume versus Love. If she could only go bßck to that day on the sands, how diflereutly she would now act. Turning away from the mirror, she exclaimed, bitterly; "Too late, Helen Armstrong. As you have sowu so must vou reap." Yaver Ami. iaver Agu, tne emiueut Albanian nri gaud chief, Is juat now a iuuch-to-be-pitied mat). He commenced business early 111 the year 1858, ever since which tune he has been actively engaged in the pursuit of his avocations, extending his connec tions steadily until all the banditti of 4 ,he proviuce came to be in his employ und un der Ins supreme command. Having amassed a handsome fortune, his sole re maining ambition was to complete his twcuty-fifth year of his public Oureer in harness, f-o to speak, and then, alter cele brating bis jubilee iestivitv, to retire into private life, carrying with him the respect and esteem of his surviving clients. Wow but for th 3 iucouaidciately precipitate ac tiou of the Turkish auttionties of Janina, the worthy Aga's wholesome ambition would doubtless have been real.z d a yery few months licnce. Unhappily for bis hopes, a milita r y expedition was sent out against bun the other day, which succeed ed after a severe engagement with Yaver's principal hind, in capturing him as well as the managers and cashiers of his several b/aneh establishments, who were iu atten dance upon him with their annual reports of profits und losses at the tune when his retreat was surrouuded and stormed by the Ottoman soldiery. As Yaver Aga has been lorwarded to Btaniboul in chains, thereto he dealt with accord eg to the rigor of ilic law, it may be considered im probable that he will celebrate his jubilee as a free and independent baudit next spring. Let those who will drop a tear over the frustrated aspirations of one whose predatory perseverence has been so ill rewarded by destiny. Professor Outhri • has succeeded In producing a blue-black protective coating on polisued steel by dipping it in melted nitrate or potassium. The bloom greatly improves the appearance of the steel, and it appears to wear well. Scorpions. It is wonderful that oue doesn't lieur of more scorpion stiugs, consider ing how abundant these pernicious in sects ureiu nearly every tropical country. They are fairly hardy, too, and will sur vive a much greater degree of cold than centipedes. One morning, when I had just returned from a voyage and was repacking and arranging some things in my bedroom at the hotel in Southamp ton, a lively, vigorous scorpion fell out of a shell upon my bare foot ; luckily, it roiled off, and the earpet retjeived the emphutie tap of its tail which wus in tended as a delicate attention to myself. A bath Hpouge seems to bo their favorite haunt, and it always belooves one to carefully examine that article be fore getting into one's tub iu regions where these little pests abound. 1 think that over u dozen were killed in my cabin during one fortnight—brought there, no doupt, iu a box of Espirito Santo orehiils from Panama. Cargoes of coir, bales of medicinal woods, bunches of bananas, and other fruits and vege tables iu bulk often introduce them on board vessels, and in old wooden ships especially they will remain and colonize the bulkheads uud interspaces. 1 got a nip once, and only once. Walking the main deck of a steamer lying in Hide Janeiro, loading up with coffee, being barefooted and in the dark, I trod as I thought, on a piece of glass ; but, draw ing my foot up instinctively, I felt the tickling of a scorpion's feet on my heel. It seemed to have curled up after its tail. The local symptoms were about equal in intensity to the bite of a com mon vi]er of the sting of u maribunda, but with less costitutional derangement; the ulcer wus a long time in healing, however. There is a ghastly story told of a gentleman in India, who, pulling on his boots oue morning, ieU a horrid prickly object in one of them. With great presence of muni, lustead ot with drawing it, he forced nis foot violently down and stamped on it furriously. though enduring exquisite agony in the process. But it was not a centipede, only a small blacking brush left there by a careless servant. The Psylli of Pliny and other historians, as well as their modern descendants, who swallow live scorpions and carry them in their caps next their shaven crowns, probably deprived them first of the means of do ing harm, as they serye the venomous serpents with winch they juggle, by by blunting their stings. It is, never theless, very easy to hold a scorpion, and possibly to handle them Ireely, when accustomed to them. Bee how some people can pull about wild rats and bees and ferrets without injury, though taking no apparent precaution. Manipulation ot suakes, too, only re quires a little obseiyance of their weak poiuta and respect for their prejudices, which only glides into insensibility by halut. Bill Arp' lUliv Talk. The poet bath *ai<l that "a baby in the bouse is a well spring of pleasure." There la a brau new one her* now, the tirat'iii eight yeara, and it haa raised a powerful com motion, lt'a not our baby, exactly, butitiaiutlieliueofdeacent, and Airs. Arp takea on over it all the same as ahe uaed to w hen ahe was regularly iu the buaineaa. 1 thought maybe ahe had forgot how to nurse 'em and talk to 'em, but ahe is singing the same old familiar songs that haye sweetened the dreams of half a acore, and she blesses thi little eyes and sweet little mouth and uses the same infantile language that nobo.iy but babies understand. Tor she says "turn hereto itadandmud der," and "bess its 'lttle heart," and talks about ita sweet little footsytootsies and holds ft up to the windows to see the wagon go by and the wheels going roundypoundv aud now my liberty is cur tailed lor as Igo stamping around with my heavy farm shoes she shaaes her ominous finger at me just like she used to and says don't you see the baby is asleep, and so I have to tip-toe around, and ever and anon she wants a fire, or some hot water, or some catnip, for the baby is a-orying and surely has got the colic. Tiie doors have to be kept shut now for fear of a draft of air on the baby, and a little hole in the window pane above as big as a (lime had to be patched, and 1 have to hunt up a passel of kiu'hngs every night and put 'em where tin y will be iiaudy, and they have sent me off to another room where the buby can't hear me snore, and all things considered, the baby is running the machine, and the well spring of pleasure is the center of space. A grand mot her is a wonderful help and a great comfort at such a time as this, lor what does a young mother with her first cnild know übout colic and thrash, and hives, aud hiccups, and it takes a good deal of laith to dose 'em with sut tea and Catnip, und lime water, and paregoric, aud soothing syrup, and sometimes with ail of these the child gets worse, and if it gets better Ive always had a curiosity to know which remedy it was that did the worn, (rinildreu born of healthy purents can stand a power of medicine and get over it, for alter tiic cry comes the sleep, aud sleep is a wonderful restorer. Hock 'em awhile m the cradle and then take 'em up ami jolt 'em a little on the knee, and then turn 'em over and jolt 'em on tne other side, aud then give em some sugar in a rag, and after awhile they will go to bleep and let the poor mother rest. There is no patent on this busi ness, no way of raising 'em ail the same way, but it is trouble, trouble from the start, and nobody bui a mother knows liow much trouble it is. A man ought to be a mighty good man just for his mother's sake, if nothing eise, for there is no toil or trouble like nursing and caring for a little child, aud there is no grief so great as a motner's if all her care and anxiety arc wasted on an uu giatetul child. IN China, table salt is served in a fluid state like vinegar, and is said to be very convenient when used iu this way. BOILED starch is much improved by the addition of a little sperm, or a little salt, or both, or a little gum arable t is solved. Ufa in Ceylon. Professor Earnwt Haeckle, after descri bing his arrival in Ceylon and Its capitol, Colombo, goes on to give an account of his 3tay with Mr. Stipperger, In his beautiful villa of Whist Bungalow. He says: 'The charming villa of Colombo, where 1 stayed the Irst two weeks in Ceylon, lies at the northern eod of the city, or rather of the suburb, Mutwal, iu an angle formed by the sea and the mouth of the river Kel any-Ganga. From Colombo through the Pettah (nat ive quartet) and neighborhood it takes fully an hour to reach Whist Bungalow. The solitary situation of the villa, in the midst of lovely scenery, far from the busy city and its public gardens, is one of the sources of the peculiar charm which the quiet country house at once exercised upon me. Whist Bungalow formerly was merely a small, simple house, hidden in a thick shrubbery. It was enlarged and transformed into a stately country house by a later proprietor, Mr Morgan, an ad vocate. Mr. Morgan was a man of pleas ure and spent the greater part of his for tune in beautifying the villa—the little "Aliramare" of Ceylon—in a manner worthy of its charming situation. The large garden was planted with the most splendid trees aod ornamental shrubs. A noble colonnade and airy verauda rose around the enlarged house, and the lofty saloons within were luxuriously furniahed. For many years dinners aud evening par ties succeeded each other, much more brilliant—if not so noisy and merry—than the drinking bouts of the whist-playing officers. It seems, however, that Mr. Morgan's colossal expenditure, and bis Lucullian mode of life, at last exceeded even his large income, for on his death his seized on the villa, and were glad that its sa'e by suction restored to them at least a portion of their money. Bui now came a turning-point in the history of the beautiful villa, and its new pro prietor had not mucii plcsAure m his pos session. For the legend ran that the gin si ot Mr. Morgan, who had died suddenly. haunted the house every night. At 12 o'clock, whether moonlight or not, the r e was heard a terrible noise; white forms glided through the spacious chambers, winged spirits flitted through the columned halls, aud forms with glowing eyes wan dered on the roof. Mr. Morgan, as chief spirit, WAS said to lead the ghastly troop. So Whist Bungalow had remained long uninhabitated when my friend Stipperger heard of it, and on s<emg it determined to hire it. But at first not a servant could be persuaded to live in the ill famed house. That was only possible when the supposed ghosts hd been proved to be of zoological origin. On the first night of taking pos session Mr. Stipperger waited for thespirits, armed with gun and pistols, and, as was to be expected, they turned out, on being shot, to be flesh and blood animals not the least akin to Mr. Morgan, but wildcats, baudica rats, and flying foxes. The scru ples of the most timid domestics were thus overcome, and Mr. btipperger confidently look up his abode in the solitary villa. "Long before dawn the fisher famihes assemble to take their morning ba'h in the river. Then comes the turn of the horses aud oxen. Industrious washerwo men are olten enployed all day long in beating linenou fiat stones &Bd spreading it the shore to dry. Numerous fishing boats pass to and fro, and when the fishermen draw them upon the laud in the evening and spread the large, square sails to dry, the tongue of land, with its long row of reposing bouts, forms an uncommon and picturesque scene, especially when the evening breeze swells the sails and Ifce setting sun dips into the sea, pouring over the wnole a flood of glittering gold, orange, and purple. My friends informed me that this sandv piece of land frequently changes its form in the course of years. It is, in fact, a moving bar, such as are found at the mouths of all the larger tivers in Cey lon. The kelany-Ganga, rushing wildly iroui the mountains, brings with it a mass of sand and stones, and as the abuDd&nt rains daily carry into it a quantity of earth and mud during its slower course through the plain, considerable banks are foi med at its mouth in a very short time. These banks alter in shape and size accordiug as the various streams seek their way hither and thither through the flat delta. It is said that formerly the chief mouth of the Kelany was four miles further south, in Cinnamon Gardens. The lagoons there left, and still in connection with the river by means of small channels, are the rem nants of the former mouth, so that the greater part of the city of Colombo lies on the old delta. The picturesque bar now directly opposite Whist Bungalow has al ternately been connected with the firm its northern and southern points and the wooded island opposite has some limes been a peninsula aud then again an island. "The coast of this island, like the shore of the garden next to that of Whist Bung alow, is thickly grown with mangroves, and 1 had the pleasure of observing with my own eyes the remarkable laud creating activity of this most important and char - acteristic of tropical growths. The trees comprehended under the name of man grove belong to very difierent species and families, but they all agree in their pecu liar lorm of growth and consequent typi cal physiognomy; thick and busny crowns of leaves resting on a thick trunk, and this truuk again resting on a mass of naked many branched roots, rising from six to eight feet alove the surface of the water. Between the forked branches of this thick dome of roots is collected the mud and sand brought down by the river, and de posited on its banks, and especially at its mouth, and thus a forest of mangroves fayors greatly the increase of firm laud. But at the same time many organic sub stances, such as dead animals or plants, re caught and decay among the entangled roots, and are the cause of dangerous fev ers. This is not the case, however, with most of the mangrove woods of Ceylon, and the Kelany is free from fever, as well as the lagoons of Colombo. The reason of the exemption is that the frequent aud copious falls of rain often renew the water and wash away the decaying substances before they have any bad effect. "The garden itsilf, under the tasuful oare of Mr. S ripperger, has become a small Ceylon paradise, and contains repre sentatives of a'most all the important spe cies of the flora of the island, lormmg not only a pleasure ground rich in flower and scent, but also an instructive botanical garden. The very first morning, when, drunk|witb delight, I wandered under the grove of palms aad tigs, bananas and aca- cuts, I gained an excellent Insight into the composition of the flora of the plains. First in rank comes the noble family or palms, witn their stately, valuable trunk % cocoa and talipot, areca and borassus, cary ota and palmyra, then the splendid light green bananas, with their delicate but gigantic fronds split by the wind, and val uable golden fruit. Besides different specimens ot the common banana, our garden contains a tail and magnificent specimen of the strange, fan-shaped 'tree of the traveller* from Madagascar. It stands where the principal pathway bran ches off on the left to a splendid example of the sacred fig tree. This latter, with its pendant air roots, is very curious; many beautiful Gothic arches open between these roots, which support the trunk-like columns. Other trees belonging to differ ent groups, (laurels, myrtles, ironwood trees, bread fruit trees, etc.) are enveloped by splendid creeping plants and overgrown with the lianas that play such a chief part in the flora of Ceylon; for the fulness of life and constant damp, heat has such an effect that in the densest forests crowds of the most various plaDts struggle upward towards the light and air. Among the other ornaments of the garden 1 will spec ially mention the large leaved callas or Aroidw, and the beautiful feathery ferns, two very important groups both for the quantity of examples and the Deauty and size ot their fronds. Then there are stil 1 many of ibe most magnificent tropical leaf, and-blossom plants, which, partly indige nous to the island, partly from other tropi cal regions—for example, oouth America —thrive here excellently. Above them towers the stately hibiscus, with the large yellow-and-red dowers; acacias with mass es of beautiful flrc-colored blossoms and mighty tamarinds with their aromatic flow ers; while from their branches hang climb ing tbunbergias with gigantic violet-colored bells, and aristolochiae with large yellow and brown funuel-soaped flowers. Many rubia< a, lilies, and orchises show particu lar! v large and heautiful blossom*. Don't You Forget It! A woman who wanted the Common Council of Detroit to ptas an ordinance to forbid goats from running at large in her neighborhood, called at a store on Michigan avenue to ask the proprietor what sort of a petition she must send in. "Why, you waut to state the case just as you have stated it to me," he replied. "But how shall 1 begin?*' "Well, let's see. I believe they usu ally start off with: "To the Hon. the Common Council.'" "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed, and turning to a customer she appealed to him to decide. "I am not certain how a petition begins," he said, "but I know that it must end up with: "Aud we will ever pray.'" "Not much we won't," growled the woman, "after a drove of goats has walked all over the roof of my house for the past year, and eaten up three calico dresses, two sheets and a bed quilt for me. Maybe the butcher next door knows how to fix it." She went iu aud stated the case to the butcher; aud he thought it over and replied: "It seems to me that it should begin with somethiug like: 'To your very re spectable body,' and close with: *1 am youi very obedient servaut; but I'm not sure," "Servant! Do you suppose that I'm doing anybody's kitchen work. "No, madam; but it's the form, you see." "Well form or no form, I'm not going to call myselt anybody's obedieut serv ant. I'll write the petition myself." The stepped to the desk', drew a long breath, and in five minutes hail finished. It read: "I'm being bothered to death by goats; and if you don't pass a law to stop it there will be a row in the old Eighth Ward, and dont you forget it!" Lighter and Keener Tools and Im plement*.—As implements made of steel are lighter, stronger, and keener thai tuose of iron, so are they better adapted to use by manual labor, by horse power, or by the power of water and steam. A man walks easier with light shoes, light clothes and spends his time more directly upon the work before him in proportion as there is less labor between himself and that work. Give a man an iron axe, and he, besides be coming discouraged, finds his blows to tell less efficiently and with less precision than when there is an edge of sharp steel be tween his hands and the tree. The same applies with all kiuds ot blunt, unscienti fically shaped implements. A hoe of right inclination will go under and lift the soil, while another will drag over it. A lipped drill will go under the grain of a Bessemer steel rail, while such a drill as is ordinarily used in boring cast iron will only operate to render the fibers more compact, and will have about the same difference ot ef lect in boring as a blunt and a sharp edged ax do in cutting. Every carpenter knows the difference in a properly and improperly filed saw, and in two different lipped au gers. A sloping plowshare will scour and run lightly under the soil, while a blunt one will "clog and drag through it with difficulty. The same is true of the cutting edge of a turning tool tor iron, wood, or steel, or the plane for either of these. With the discovery of a process, for cheaper steel, it is practical to give a very much diminished weight of metal in carriages and carts as well as in railroad cars and any other machinery requiring strength and lightness. The chief success of Amer ican manufactures in competition with the older nations, where labor is cheapei and manufacturing iongar and mire economi cally established,is their lightness,streagth and pecultar adaptability to the labor they are to perforin. A ditch digger haudliug ash >vel weighing but five pounds and lifting five pounds of dirt will work with much more animation and to much more purpose than if raising five pounds of dirt on a shovel eighing ten pounds. The same is true in all mechanical appliances and powers, whether of a pump, a steam engine, a water wheel, or any other. Tne cost of raising dead weight is often the difference between failures and success. GOOD roads are evidences of civilization, and a true index of the thrift and pub.ie pint of those sections which they traverse. NO 47.
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