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T e rkh man a" morning looked over his lands,
All bright in the <:<il I t their harvest pride:
He counted theplei tv that catno to his hands,
But he Mt* not the uu-ol who stood at his
side!
For death waifs no', though riches incroa-e:
And the sordid limy mist in trcasutes that
cease,
But their boast must < nd in mourning.
Quoth he, "The wealth ol'iny fair fields teem
ing.
I will hoard, and ent while the years roll on:
And I'll build broader har.is''—but a voice
bivke his dreaming.
And his flush'd cheek with teiror turned
haggard and wan.
For death waits not, though richer increase,
And the hope that flatters a miser's peace
Is the hopo that end* iu mourning.
That night, still and cold, in the silence dim
Of his stately chamber the rich man lay;
And his barns, and bis harvests, what aro they
to him?
And whose was his wealth when his soul
fled nwny?
For dea'h waits not, though riches increase.
Nor the gold of the miser can buy him re le iso,
When the day of his doom comes in mourning.
Theron Broicn.
The Belle of the Bakery.
It was not one of your common baker
ies. It was a very genteel bakery, in
deed. with a solid plate-glass window,
and "Parties anil Weddings Supplied"
gilded in sprawling letters across the
front. The floor was of chequered
marble, and the walls were frescoed
with peacock feathers and half-open
fans. And Mrs. Biggs knew nothing
at till about "the business," but came
in and out of a private door, and Miss
Edelgitha, her daughter, was taking
iessons on the piano, and in arrasene
work, and read D'lsracli's novels.
As for Mr. Biggs himseif, he was in
visible half the day in the subterranean
region, whence he would occasionally
merge with a very red face, and hair
and whiskers powdered with flour.
"They ain't nothin' like the master's
pve," Mr. Biggs would observe, with a
noble disregard of grammar, which
was peculiarly aggravating to Kdel
githa, his daughter.
Then there was Mary—"Polly," as
Mr. Biggs called her. Mary Biggs had
tMjme to visit Edelgitha, and be educa
ted with her, when the sudden death
•ji her father left her unprovided for,
ind all but friendless.
"She's most educated, ain't she?"
said Mr. Biggs. "Del 'll put her
Ihrough and make a teacher of eh,
wife?"
"Pray, Air. Biggs, don't go to putting
such nonsense into the child's head!"
said Mrs. Biggs. "It's a deal too ex
jicnsive, and it will be three years at
least before she will be qualified to
leach. And we can't board and clothe
her all that time. Let her go down
into the bakery and help you. You
vzere complaining only yesterday of
being short of hands."
"But it's most a pity, ain't it?" said
Mr. Biggs, who was a kind-hearted
soul "Such a bright, smart little cree
tur as Polly is."
"Pshaw!" said Mrs. Biggs. "You
want bright, smart creatures, don't
yon?"
"But I somehow calculated to give
Polly the same advantages as Edel
githa," urged the baker, wriggling like
an uneasy eel
"Then you calculated entirely with
out yuur host," observed Mrs. Biggs,
tartly. "We are not Rothschilds, and
Signor Caraeoli charges eighty dollars
? quarter; and I've spoken to a French
mam'selle about daily lessons in conver
sation at a dollar a-piece. Besides"—
with a sudden change of base—"Mary
was telling me, only yesterday, that she
pined for something to do. She has
always been used to such an active
life."
So Mary, in her black calico dress,
with the mist of tears still heavy on
her eyelids, went down into the work
loorris, to help her unele.
She was a brisk, efficient girl, who
had what Uncle Biggs called "a level
bur.incss head." She was a good ac
countant, and kept the books below
stairs: and once in awhile she amused
herself with making up a pile of dain
ty, snow-white meringues, c r a batch
of old-fashioned doughnuts, for the
fu>re It was lonely down there, to be
sure, among the busy workmen, and
she sighed at times when she heard
her Cousin Edelgitha practicing the
scales.
"It is very ungrateful of me," she
said to herself. "I ought to be glad
and thankful to help good Uncle
Biggs."
And it never occurred either to Mary
or her uncle that if she hadn't been so
very much prettier than Edelgitha she
never would have been banished to the
basement of the bakery.
"Edelgitha must marry rich," said
Mrs. Biggs. "We have prepared her
to adorn any station; and Mr. Lilburne,
certainly was very attentive when he
met her at the private view of the pic
ture gallery. I really think he likes
Edelgitha."
the Jlilltirim lotrnial.
DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors
VOL. LVII.
"•He's a queer old fish!" said the ba
ker. meditatively.
'But he's rich," said Mrs. Biggs.
"Well, then, let's ask him to supper,
and leave him and Kdelgitha alone to
gether afterward?" suggest etl Mr.
Biggs. "That is, if she likes him."
"Biggs, don't be a goose!" said the
lady, irritably. "You haven't a soul
above one of your own Hour-barrels
—no, nor you won't never have."
So Mr. Biggs retired, and gave his
whole attention to the checking off of
a load of St. Louis flour, which was
being delivered at the alley-door.
Mary Biggs had come up into the
storo to whisper one of her uncle's
messages to the stylish young woman
behind tlie counter, whqi a servant
girl hurried in and emptied about a
peck of little, tlat, brown cakes on the
glass top of the show-case.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments, miss,"
said she; "and they're trash!"
"What!" said the shopwoman.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments; and
they're trash!" repeated the maid. "lie
said they wasn't ginger-snaps at all;
they was only lard anu molasses. He
wanted the kind his mother used to
bake, of Saturday mornings. The very
first one he tasted he threw on the
floor."
"Well," remarked the shopwoman,
tossing her head, "if our ginger-snaps
don't suit the gentleman, then it's im
possible to suit him. That's all!"
"He's been sick, you know," said the
maid-servant, apologetically. "And
he's just getting better, and His appe
tite's dreadful uncertain, and Mrs.
Pugslev—my missus—she thought she
was sure to tempt him with these 'ere.
•Ginger-snaps!* said he. 'Just what I've
been a-longin' for. My mother used
to bake 'ein for me, when I was a child.
Yes, Mrs. Pugslev,* said he, 'you may
order 'em for me.' But," with a mild
sigh, "missus might ha' known they
wouldn't suit. Nothin' suits when a
gen'leman's just off a sick bed."
"Is it Mr. Lilburne?" said Mary.
"Oh, I remember him. He came here
once, and went to sleep while Edelgitha
was singing, 'Oh. Summer Night!' I
liked him. He talked to me about
the country. He knew all about
calves and chickens, and cranberry
swamps and robins'-nests. Does he
like ginger-snaps? I'll make some for
him. I know an old-fa-hioned receipt
that is always good. Come here to
morrow, my good girl," to the maid,
"and I'll have some ready for you.
Poor Mr. Lilburne! I'm sorry he's
sick!"
The smart shopwoman stared as
superciliously as Liszt or CVopin might
have done if a village bugler had vol
unteered to them the first principles of
music.
A country-girl, like that, expect to
compete with "Biggs's Celebrated Bak
ery!" Well, really, the shopwoman
did't know what the world was com
ing to.
But little roily hurried down stairs
again to where Mr. Biggs, all powdered
with flour, was laying down the law
to some of his satellites.
"Ginger, my dear?" said he. "And
flour? What you like—what you like!
As I was telling you, Johnron, a barrel
of prime flour has to he humored.
You can't drive it. Flour is flour,
and must be handled accordingly."
•*
Mr. Leonidas Lilburne, stalking un
easily about his sick-room, and anathe
matizing the sluggish current of the
hours, was secretly making up his
mind to get married.
'Lifter a man has once been sick in
a boarding-house," he paid to himself,
"he's a fool if he don't look around for
a home of his own. I am forty next
month. It's high time I was thinking
of settling in life— Eh, who's there?"
"It's me, sir, please!" said Mrs.
Fugsley—"with seme ginger-snaps."
"Pshaw!" said Mr. Lilburne. "Fling
'em out of the window! Give em to
the dogs! I don't want any more of
your city humbugs!"
"But please, sir, these are quite dif
ferent!" Mrs. Pugsley coaxed—"made
by a young woman from the country,
as works in Mr. Biggs' bakery. And
I was to ask, would you be so very
good as only to taste 'em ?"
"Oh, yes, I'll taste them!" said Mr.
Lilburne, sarcastically. "It's no trou
ble to poison myself, just to oblige
people!"
And Mrs. Pugsley, entering with an
apprehensive air, put the plhte of
round, golden cakelets on the table. *
"I really think, sir," said she, "if you
would only taste them—"
"Hum! ha!" said Mr. Lilburne.
"These are quite a different article!
These are the kind my old mother used
to turn out! They're ambrosia
they're food for the gods! Who made
them, I say?"
"I—l don't know, sir, I'm sure," said
Mrs. Pugsley, rather discomfited by
this direct address. "Some young per
son in Mr. Biggs' bakery."
"Order a carriage!" said Mr. Lilburne
—"and bring me mv sable-trimmed
overcoat at once! I'll go and see that
young woman. I don't believe there
is another person on the American
continent, that can make ginger-snaps
like these, now that my poor old moth
er is buried!"
Mary Biggs came, laughing, up from
the.subterranean deeps of Biggs' bak
ery.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Lilburne," raid she, "I
made the snaps! Don't you remember
mo— Edelgitha's cousin V"
"But what are you doing down
here?"demanded Mr. Lilburne,in some
amazement.
"Earning my own li\ing," Polly
promptly answered. "And they told
me you didn't like the store snaps, so
1 baked some after my grandmother's
old receipt."
Mr. Lilburne looked at Pollv with
the respect due to a maker of incom
parable ginger-snaps, mingled with
chivalrous pity for a desolate maiden.
"Miss Polly," said lie—"that was
what they called you, wasn't it?"
"Yes," said Polly, "that's my name."
"Perhaps I ought to warn you that
I'm going to be a little abrupt," said
he; "but—l should like to marry vou."
"Oh, dear!" raid Polly, starting back
in amazement; "I couldn't think of
such a thing!"
"Yes, you can," said Mr. Lilburne.
"Think of it. that's all. Think of it
for a week, and then let ine know your
final decision. I'm not exactly what
the world calls a gay young lover, but
I can give you a good home and an
honest, loving heart. Your uncle can
tell you all about Leonidas Lilburne.
There. I won't tca.se you any longer.
Just take my proposal into considera
tion, that's all."
So lie went away, and Mary, in her
perplexity, went in among the flour
barrels, and took counsel with Uncle
Biggs.
"Uncle," said she, "what am I tj
do?"
"My dear," said the good man, strok
ing her head with floury, yet not un
kindly, hands, "what do you think?
Could you learn to like him?"
"I think so." confessed Mary, with
downcast eyes. "He spoke so ph asant
ly to me, and he has honest brown
eyes."
"Then I recommend you to say yes,"
said Uncle Biggs. "Lilburne is a good,
warm-hearted fellow, if a little eccen
tric, and his wife will be a lucky
woman."
And he thought of Kdelgitha and
sighed.
A week subsequently. Mr. Lilburne
gave his landlady warning.
"I hope Dliaven't failed to suit you,
sir," said she, plaintively.
"It isn't that, Mr.OPugsley," said
he. "But I'm going to be married."
"I'm sure, sir, I congratulate you,"
said Mrs. Pugslev, faintly.
"You may well do so. ma'am," said
Mr. Lilburne. "She's as lovely as
Venus, as domestic a> Dorcas, and—
she makes ginger-snaps such as my
poor mother once did! Yes, Mrs. Pugs
lev, I feel that I have gained a prize."
So Polly Biggs' ginger-snaps won
the treasure which Miss Edelgitha's
frills and French conversation had
been powerless to reach.
"I really can't see what Mr. Lilburne
saw to fancy in my Cousin Polly!" said
she, with spiteful tears.
And Mrs. Biggs could not enlighten
her daughter.— llden Forrest Graves.
About Authors.
Baxter was one of the most volumi
nous writers in the English language.
He wrote no fewer than 1(38 separate
works.
Dr. Owen published seven volumes
in folio, twenty in quarto, and about
thirty in octavo. He wrote so care
lessly that Robert Ilall said of him;
"He is a Dutchman floundering in a
continent of muel."
Samuel Clarke was an indefatigable
worker. Ilis edition of "Caesar's Com
mentaries." bis seventeen sermons, hij
twelve books of the Iliad, etc., prove
the fact.
Otway performed an immense
amount of literary labor before he had
attained his thirty-fourth year.
Doctor Lardner was a voluminous
writer. His "Credibility of the Gospel
History" alone comprised fifteen vol
umes.
William C'obbett wrote more than
one hundred volumes.
Thomas Miller author of "Fair Rosa
mond," "Lady Jane Grey," etc., wrote
one hundred volumes in twenty years 1
Theodore Hook produced thirty
'eight books in sixteen years, and as IK
was during that time editor of a paper
and contributor to the magazines, he
may well have been considered a greal
worker.
Jacob Abbott, author of the "Roll<
Books" wrote more than one hundrec
volumes for his juvenile series.
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH29,IBB3.
Phot ogmphic plates have proved
that light penetrates clear water to the
depth of fid.l feet, and it is thought
that rays powerful enough to exert an
influence on the lower forms of life
may reach to greater depths.
Diamonds, A. 11. Griffith consid
ers, ha I been formed by the action of
h'ghly-hoated water or water-gas,
aide I by great pressure on the carbon
aceous matter of fossils in dlie sedi
mentary rocks, followed by cooling
and consequent deposition of carbon
in the crvstallino condition.
The German military engineers have
Slice eded in adapting and perfecting
the ele -tro-photograph apparatus to be
plumed in a balloon f->r observing the
enemy's camp, etc. It will take a per
fect photograph of the country below
in the fraction of a second when the
balloon is at an elevation of 4()00 feet.
One of the largest brains on record
is that of an illiterate, not very intel
ligent mulatto of Columbus, 0., who
recently died at the ago of 45 years,
and whose case is report ul by Dr. II al
deinan in the Cincinnati Lancet. His
brain weighed sixty-eight and three
quarters ounces, or nearly five ounces
more than the famous brain of Cuvior.
The case was mentioned a few months
ago of a bricklayer who could neither
read or write, whose brain weighed
f-' \ t v-seveu ounces.
An English inventor lias devised n
huge listening trumpet, by which a
sound at sea is caught up and ren
dered audible to an officer on ship
board. Such an apparatus has been
put up on the North Sunderland yier,
and it has been found that if a ship is
hailed from this pier, the person bail
ing can hear quite distinctly, through
the opening in the vibrating funnel,
the reply sent. Experiments are yet
wanting to test the efluaev of this
simple apparatus in fogs at sea.
Mexico is making a study of the
culture of the rubber-plant. The
hardiness of the plant is said to be
such that its culture is exceedingly
simple and inexpensive where the
climate and soil are suitable. In much
of the Mexican coast region almost
the only expense is the we -ding re
quired when flie plant ? are young, to
give them a chance to grow and
strengthen. In fact, it is certain that*
properly set out, the plants will grow
and mature in spite of the weeds, but
are so retarded that it pays well to
give them careful attention. Cotton
can be cultivated simultaneously
between the rows, and the culture of
the cotton is sufficient to care for the
rubber-trees also.
The inhabitants of Iceland relate
many ancc lote> of the seals, or sea
dogs, particularly that species called
the land-selur. Tliey say that these
animals are very observant; when they
perceive any new object upon the
shore they approach toward it—which
has suggested to the inhabitants the
idea of catching them in two ways.
They spread nets in the straits and
hays through which the seals pass,
and then on a dark evening tliey make
a fire on the const with shavings, horn,
and other combustible substances, that
exhale a strong smell; the seal, at
tracted by the scent, swims toward
the fire, and is taken in the nets. They
are easily tamed, and the people put
them, when young, into p.mds, and
feed them daily, by which they become
as tractable as a common dog; run
about the yard, and follow the master
of the house, or anybody else who may
call tlieni by name. In some years the
seal is almost starve 1. When for in
stance, the winter is severe, fish and
insects are scare \ and t ie seaweed by
which they are nourished is carried off
by the ice and breakers; then they are
so lean and weak that it is impossible
for them t > escape, and they are easily
taken; their fat is consequently wasted,
and nothing is found in their stomachs
but marine plants and stones.
The Atlanta correspondent of the
Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle writes: The
style of architecture has changed ma
terially in the last five or ten years.
Right after the war we had an inunda
tion of Northern architects, w r ho
planned houses suited to cold Northern
climates and wholly unfitted for our
warm atmosphere. They made close
houses, with small rooms, narrow
stairways, without halls, and with only
scraps of veranda and porch. The
little cuddles of rooms and labyrinthine
arrangement of interior were the very
culmination of discomfort for our hot
climate. The philosophy of a true
Southern dwelling is roominess and a
chance for a breeze. We need wide
halls, some porches, and large rooms-
The new and improved system of
Atlanta architecture recognizes these
climatic necessities.
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.
•SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Habits of Seals
Soul horn Houses,
The Engineer at a Concert.
"I was loafing around the streets
last night," said Ji*n Nelson, one of
the oldest locomotive engineers run
ning into New Orleans, "and as I had
nothing to do 1 dropped into a conceit
and heard a slick-looking Frenchman
play a piano in away that made mo
feel all over in spots. As soon as he
sat down on the stool I knew by tho
way he handled himself that he under
stood the machine ho was running,
lie tapped tho keys away up one end
just as if they were gauges, and want-
Ed to see if he had water enough.
Then he looked up as if he wanted to
know how much steam he was carry
ing, and the next moment ho pulled
open the throttle and sailed out on tho
main line, just as if lie was half an
hour late. You could hear her thun
der over culverts and bridges, and get
ing faster and faster until the fel
low rocked about in his seat like a cra
dle. Somehow I thought it was old
'3G' pulling a passenger train and get
ting out of the way of a'special.' The
fellow worked the keys on the middle
division like lightning and then ho
flew along the north end of the line
until the drivers went around like a
buzz-saw, and I got excited. About
the time I was fixing to tell him to cut
her off a little, he kicked the dampers
under the machine wide open, pulled
the throttle away back in the tender,
and, Jerusalem, jumpers! how he did
run. I couldn't stand it any longer,
and veiled to him that she was 'pound
ing' on the left side, and if ho wasn't
careful he'd drop his ash-pan. But he
didn't hear. No one heard me. Every
thing was flying and whizzing. Tele
graph poles on the side of the track
looked like a row of corn stalks, the
trees appeared to be a mud bank, and
all the time the exhaust of the old ma
chine sounded like the hum of a bum
blebee. I tried to yell out, but my
tongue wouldn't move. He went
around curves like a bullet, slipped an
eccentric, blew out his soft plug*, went
down grades fifty feet to the mile, and
not a brake set. She went by the
meeting-point at a mile and a half a
minute, and calling for more steam.
My hair stood up like a cat's tail, be
cause 1 knew the game was up. Sure
enough, dead ahead of us was the
headlight of the 'special.' In a daze I
heard the crash as they struck, and
saw the cars shivered into atoms, peo
ple mashed and mangled and bleeding
and gasping for water. I heard
another crash as the French professor
struck tho deep keys away down on
the lower end of the southern division,
and then I came to my senses. There
he was at a dead standstill, with the
door of the firebox of the machine
open, wiping the perspiration off his
face and bowing at the people before
him. If I live to be a thousand years
old I'll never forget the ride that
Frenchman gave me on a piano."
Remarkable Tree.
There is a most remarkable fir tree
in the forest of Alliaz, canton of Vaud.
It is near the bath-; of Alliaz, at a hight
of about 1300 feet above the hotel, and
4500 feet above the sea, surrounded by
a forest of firs, which it overtops by
more than thirty fe t. The trunk is a
little more than thirty feet in circum
ference at the base. At about a yard
from the ground it puts out, on the
south side, seven offshoots, which have
grown into trunks as strong and vigor
ous as those of the other trees in the
forest. Bent and gnarled at the bot
tom, these side trunks soon straighten
and rise perpendicularly and parallel
to the main stem. This feature is not,
perhaps, wholly unparalleled, but an
other curious fact is that the two
largest of the side trunks are connected
with the principal stem by subquadran
gular braces resembling girders. The
space between the rough flooring
formed by the growing together of the
offshoots, at their point of departure,
and the girder limbs, is large enough
to admit of building a comfortable
hermit's hut within it.
An Ancient Nation.
At the departure of the children of
Israel from Egypt, China was seven
hundred years old; and when Isaiah
prophesied of her she had exiitec 1 .
fifteen centuries. She has seen the
rise and decline of all the great nations
of antiquity. Assyria, Babylon,
Persia, Greece and Rome have long
since followed each other to the dust;
but China still remains a solitary and
wonderful monument of patriarchal
times. Then look at the population of
the country, roughly estimated at four
hundred millions, ten times the popula
tion of the United States, more than
ten times the population of Great
Britain and Ireland. Every third per
son that lives and breathes upon this
earth is a Chinaman; and every third
grave that is dug is for a Chinese.
Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advanoe.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
When a thing is once begun, it is
almost half finished.
People's intcntioni cm only be de
; tided by their conduct.
Happiness is like an echo; it answers
to your call, but does net come.
Cities force growth, and make men
talkative and entertaining, but they
also make them artificial.
Friendship is the medicine for all
i misfortunes, but ingratitude drie3 up
the fountain of all goodness.
Make no more vows to perform this
or that; it shows no great strength,
and makes thee ride behind thyself.
Wc judge ourselves by what we feel
capable of doing, while oilers judge
us by what we haVe already done.
A great secret of education is to make
the exercises of the body and those of
the mind serve always as a recreation
to each other.
Observation and experience combine
to teach us how small a part of the in
cidents which chequer life can le fore
told. Therefore it becomes the wise
to enjoy with equanimity or to suffer
, with fortitude whatever happens.
It is an argument of a candid, in
; genius mind to delight in the good
name and commendations of others; to
: pass by their defects and take notice
of their virtues; And to speak or hear
willingly of the latter, for in this
indeed you may l>e little less guilty
than the evil speaker, in taking
pleasure in evil, though you speak It
not.
Think not you are the only one who
i has to endure, and who dreads the
hardships of life. Ease and comfort
are the natural desires of the human
heart, and there are thorns, real or im
aginary, in every one's pathway. But
! sitting down and brooding will never
bring power to overcome them—rather
be up and doing, thankful for the
j blessings yet remaining.
An lvory-hafted knife to the ordina
ry diner-out, says a London paper, is
simply a piece of table cutlery, useful
at meals, but devoid of all romance.
He wonders not at the ingenuity that
made the steel and fashioned the blade
with its keenly-cutting edge. In his
eyes it is only a knife-handle and he
does not allow its antecedents to inter
fere with his appetite. But through
what an experience this bit of ivory,
so smooth and shining, has passed! It
once formed part of an elephant's tusk
and was probably dug out of the
desert or found in some dense African
forest, while the jackals or the vultures
were feeding on the animal's carcass.
It was most likely carried hundreds of
miles over a trackless country and
territory peopled by hostile tribes
ready to shed blood for its possession.
Like fame, ivory is frequently very
difficult to get, and when, by the exer
cise of strength, endurance, watchful
ness and cunning, the dusky natives
have brought it to the shore, they
deserve a substantial price for the
precious load that has fatigued their
limbs and made their shoulders ache.
A tusk sold one week at Liverpool
weighed not less than 140 pounds, and
it can scarcely be said that the Afri
can's yoke is easy and his burden
light when he has to toil along, in
tropical heat, Avith an elephant's tooth
in his grasp.
But the obstacles to be overcome in
getting the ivory to a civilized region
are not entirely responsible for the
present high prices in the English
market. The elephant is defunct in
Egypt, and tusks are only obtainable
there by dredging in the sand; but the
leviathan of the woods is by no means
extinct in Africa and India, and would
possibly yield an abundance of ivory if
the demand only grew as slowly as his
teeth.
The Small-Sized Jap*.
Doubtless had not the long centuries
of seclusion from the outside world
compelled the Japanese to marry and
intermarry among themselves as they
have, they would show a
much taller race than they now do.
Every species of animal life is dwarfed
from the same cause of interbreeding.
The cattle are small, and the horses
are much smaller than the California
mustang; in fact they can. only be
called ponies. There may, perhaps, be
yet another case for the short stature
of the race. Their internecine wars
have destroyed the lives of myriads of
the fighting population. It is known
that the wars of Xapoleon served to
shorten the stature of the French peo
ple very materially, and doubtless the
destruction of life caused by war has
effected the same result here. The
Japanese are a warlike race, and when
they fight they fight to kill, using the
most effective edged tools ever made
for the trade of war.
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Echo Song.
I call acroM tho rolling plain,
"O mountain* from your sleep awake,
O stupid rocks your slumber break,
Hear and give lmck nty words again !*
And hark! the Ecbo doth rpbnnnd
In accents made the soul of sound,
Replying to my laughing voictf,
"Rejoice!"
There loiterfcth by a flock of sheep,
Aoove whose clamorous bleating swells
Tito tinkling of their hundred bells.
In sympathy with me, the steep
Takes up the wild pell-mell of sound,
Makes jargon human In rebound,
Compels uproar to flow along
fn song.
Where curves the lake's green cr*9ceut coast,!
The fishers flock with net and boat,
With song and shout ashore, afloat;
Yet nil tho bubble of their host
Melts into in rebound,
Confusion into tuneful sound,
One heart of overflowing cheer
I hear.
Behind me is the mtirinurom sigh
And rustling of the forest tree*
While loud or low ns flows thovireeze
Comes song of birds afar and nigh,
And, sheaved into the one rebound.
One nolo on Echo's lips is found
As if from one poetic brain,
Tho strain.
And thus from all the race ascends
Earth's myriad sigh and song and prayer
Of hope, of anguish, praise, de-pair;
But gathered into one descends
Divine—not Echo, not rebound—
One answer from the blue above,
Tts love! — From Vie French.
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PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
A bill that will pass—Any good bank
bill.
A trying question—"Guilty, or not
guilty r
Xo bank should be without e chest
protector.
When a man loses his balance, where
does it go ?
In these days it should be changed
around so as to read, "Where there's \
will there's away to break it."
"Xever sit without a coat atanopefc
window when heated." It has bee#"
scientifically determined that there is
nothing more absolutely dangerous
than a heated open window.
Believers in the William-Tell-shoot
ing-the-apple-ofT - his-little-boy's-head
story will be glad to hear that there
actually was a Gessler,not withstanding
the iconoclastic effort to spoil the little
legend by proving that there was not.
And everytyxiy knows there was an
apple.
It is said that litigation is so rare in
Searcy county, Ark., that a lawyer
could not make a living at his practice
if lie were to receive all the fees on
both sides of every case. When a man
has any trouble with a neighbor in that
county, they go out and settle it with
shotguns.
There is a young lady in San Fran
cisco who is six feet four inches tall,
and is engaged to be married. The
man who won her did it in these
"Thy beauty sets my soul
aglow—l'd wed thee, ride or wrong; a
man wants but little here below, but_
wants that little
Qneer Catch-Pennies.
Many of tho "odds-and-endists, H like
the nut-counter, are ministers of some
slight amusement for the public. One
of these wanderers used to stand in
by-streets and draw sweet music from
a tin coffee-pot. This quaint instru
ment was pierced with holes, the mu
sician blew into the spout, and skilful
ly governed the "vertages" with his
finger. Another, of wild aspect and
gabbling speech, relied upon a murb
simpler music. He carried a crazy
German concertina, which he did not
play, and probably could not. What
he did do was to pull it steadily in and
out, and produce a horrid hee-haw,
until he was paid to go away. Tliis
blackmail, for it was little else, he re
ceived with the stolid complacency of
a deserving man. Xo bagpipes ever
harrassed a street more effectually.
An entirely different entertainment
was and possibly is still supplied by a
stout man of dignified presence. He
would walk solemnly into a restaurant
or bar, and would stop suddenly
before any knot of three or four peo
ple he might happen to see. When
they turned their eyes upon him, as
they naturally would do, lie proceeded,
with great gravity, to unbutton his
waistcoat. The result of this was the
disclosure of an enormous beard some
two feet in length, the lower part of
which was kept inside the waistcoat
when not required for professional
purposes. He would then, after re
ceiving any comments with perfect
silence, button up his waistcoat, and
hold out his hat. His whole demeanor
seemed to say, "This truly magnificent
beard speaks for itself; no words of
mine can add to its beauty, and if you
haven't sense enough to appreciate it,
and to .drop a copper in the owner's
hat, words would be wasted on you "
( London Globe.