PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY IN MUSSEIVS BUILDING, Cerner ot Main and Peiin Sn.. at SI.OO PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE: Oi $1.25 if not paid in advance. Acceptable Correspondence SoMtel all letters to "MILLHEIM JOURNAL." the Shadow of the YTorkingman. Behold yon ■wiftly flying bout! In o >nsciouß it Me tins nlong; Wi h ul lines wml powerful Intme, It proudly bears its living throng. To di-tHUt lands it plows its wsy, And to the many wealth doth bring; Its tiding* Irom the absent Irionos Are welcome as the smiling spr ng. You see it cleave the r<stless wave, And know old ocean's spice't wiH span; But, cast o'er all, can you I ohold The shadow ol the workingnmn! See, on the locomotive rush With headlong speed o'er iron roan Like living, breathing monster, whom 9oine unseen powers onward goad. Through cities, towns, and shady dells. O'er gurgling streams and woodland glades, It speeds jon on with clang and roar; Ay, 'iieatli manntains' giooiuy shades, With ease it quickly hems along Pilgrims of eveiy tribe and clan; Bat o'er each fleeting view dost see \ The shadow of tho workiuguiau? % Come; gaze upon this mighty pile, The spire of which in elMidland dwells; Kissed by the sinking sun's last ray, As gently chime thedis'ant bells; Come view its grandly-massive walls, Its pillars, halls and arches true. Which are so neatly, deltly w rough', Without one flaw to meet the view. O'er all this blended strength and grace As rouud it zephyrs gen ly I n, Can yon not see, in on l.no bold. The shudow ol the woikingumn? Go seek the lofty mountain bight, And there behold the glowing scene— The forest, field and waving grain, The rippling lakes, the meadows green; Koch beauty ol the prospect view, All thronged with busy, uselul life, Wlie re once the g'oomy wilds were seen, Where savage revels once were ii!e. Go, look upon all earth's broad lace, Deplete with art and nature's plan; And there, iu bald relief you'll see The shadow of the workingman. —Eugene C. disk. My Hide on a Star-Routo. A TBUE SKETCH. I wished to go fourteen miles north, ward. By cars I must go three sides ui a square. The trip, and waiting at depots, would take from 11 o'clock a. m. to -1.20 o'clock p. in. "For the accommodation of two small post-offices, a stage, a poor affair, runs dir c ," said mine host. The frtshness of a summer morn ing, the hilly road, the changing views, the trees, wild flowers and singing birds were a delight, even in thought and I said at once; "The stage." "While breakfasting, the next morn ing, the clerk came in and said in a low voice: "The stage is here, and your trunk is on, but finish your breakfast, the driver will wait" I went out soon, but no stage was to be seen, and I asked if it had gone for other passengers. "This is it," 6aid my more laughing than smiling host. Such another nondescript vehicle may I never see. One poor, old, white horse, an express wagon, the back seat of which had been taken out to make room for my trunk, and the' packages of all forms and sizes, for the driver proved to be an express messenger and universal errand boy of the farm ers along the route. 1 hesitated. My trunk was on. and the morning air fragrant. So, with help, I climbed on the wheel, and pitched into the wagon, and took possession of the one seat, and planted my feet upon what seemed an empty bag, but which proved to have the honor of being the United States mai , and to contain two packages (one of which, as I got out with the rest while the mail was changed, I saw contained exactly two postal cards and four newspapers). "Where is the driver?" I asked. "When he found out he was to have a lady passenger he went in to empty and rinse his mouth out," was the an swer. He came, out at the elbows, patched at the knees, witlf vest and linen spotted with tobacco juice. I turned my head away, as sitting down beside me, he took up the reins and said: "G'lang, g'lang, g'lang!" This oft-repeated word alone broke our silence, until out of the village be stopped at a stone trough, beneath some trees, to water his horse. On a bough a robin was swaying, and warbling his sweetest notes, ending in a long twitter. The driver, who was standing at his horse's head, took some crumbs from his pocket and held them out. The robin flew down and ate them from his hand. With a clear, smooth voice, the driver quoted AVords worth's •'Thou nit (lie bird llmt man loves best, The piou* bird with scarlet breast, The biid, who by some name or other, All men who know thee call thee brother." lie scattered more crumbs on the stone, buckled the check rein, mounted the seat with: "Good-by, my little friend, be here k to-morrow, g'lang, g'lang!" The delicate act, the cultured voice ■nade me look at him. His face was Bean and clean shaven; his features ?he 111 iII lieim jimiial. DEININTJER & BUMILL.ER, Editors and Proprietors. VOL. LVII. regular and refined; his eyes large, clear and very deep blue; his hair a brown gray; his hands small and, had the nails been clean, would have been handsome. "Who ran ho be?" I said to myself; to him 1 said; ••That bird seems to know you." •'lie is always waiting for the male," he said. "And always get something, I fancy." "Always. I rarely have a passenger and so talk to tho birds and squirrels, g'lang, g'lang! I regret 1 haven't a better horse—g'lang—as my constant urging must annoy you, g'lang, g'lang.'" "You do not whip him." "Never. Hut I often think Sancho Panza's Posinante, like tho Wander ing Jew, is still on earth. "And this is he?" "This is he without a doubt!" Just then he drove through a piece of woodland full of music. He said: "How truly Mary llowitt voices one's feelings in her poem: 'Coinc ye into llie :unumei' word*! But mo mortal j en can fell Lull the sights of beauty you may tee.' " I loved to hear him talk. His language was pure, his anecdotes re lined, his quotations from standard authors were frequent, but brief and to the point. "Who can he be!" I asked myself again and again. At farmhouses he stopped to give packages, from a mended scythe snath to a gold brace let. And whenever a good woman ran out and called, ho took her wishes in a note book, with all the courtesy and bearing of a thoroughbred gentle man. 1 took the liberty to glanco at the book. The writing and spelling showed him to be a man of educa tion. "Will not so many stops prevent your making time?" 1 asked. "Oh, no! lam not obliged to bo at until 12 M., and I started two hours earlier than the old driver did." "In order to oblige tho farmers along the route?" I asked. "In part; but Pope says, 'Self-love and social are the same.' I love the morning air, I love to speak a word to the good people, to break the dead monotony of their work-day lives by a bit of stirring news. Truly,these hours on the road are the pleasanbest of my life." "You are never lonely?" "Never! With God and nature can one le lonely? " A gentleman, with a fine pair of blood horses passed up, and they ex changed cordial greetings. The driver said: "A woman, who had worked in the family of that gentleman's father for many years, ho took care of llie last ten years. She had become helpless and nearly blind, so when she died last month she was past mourning for. After she was made ready for burial and laid in the parlor, a well dressed stranger called to see her. He was told she was dead. He said he had not been east for thirfrv years, and would like to see her. He stood a few minutes looking upon her, and then bent down and kissed that cold,brown, wrinkled forehead, and left two great tear drops on it, and with a choking voice said: "My mother's dearest friend!" After a moment the driver turned to me and said: "Do you suppose those friends knew each other when they met?" "I am sure they did." 1 said. "It is a question I often ponder. My wife died when she had just passed into full and beautiful womanhood. She had touched her thirtieth year,and I was but a little older, in the vigor of my manhood. She is now in the freshness of her womanhood with the eternal freshness of heaven. If, as Milton lias it, 'From the lowest deep a lower deep still opens,' so, from the highest liight a higher Light must rise; and she, who was purity itself must be purer now. And we grow like those with whom we mingle, and she, so lovely here, has been for twenty-seven years the companion of angels! How glorious she must be! Will she—can she know ine there?*' Almost my first quest 1 on. on reach ing my friend was: "Who is tliat driver?" "I have not the honor of his acquaintance!" she laughingly an swered. "I have!" I said. So soon as the post-wagon drove on, I started for the post-office. "Will you please tell mo who that driver is? " The postmaster gave his name and said he was once an editor of , naming one of the best papers in one of our largest cities. * "He is a man of elegant culture," I said. v "lie is that. 1 don't know of any body that can touch a match to him. lie has been through college and boon to Europe, and has been acquaint e l with a good many distinguished men." "What has brought him to this?" "Drink."— Mrs. Liicy K. San/ord. Scenes in Holland. When we finally got through the various locks and impediments into the canal itself, we soon saw that tho artis tic promise of tho land would need much careful looking after if one would havo a moderate fulfillment thereof. It is but fair to say that the canal was evidently never intended to charm or amuse to any intense degree, but to be simple and solid and direct. It is no small, mean runnel of a waterway, but a goodly wide and deep thing that a ship can get about in com fortably. If one must come down to figures, 1 will venture to say that I fancy it is some hundred and odd miles in length. Sutlieient for the day, how ever, was the fact that it would take us to Alkmaar, and that along its rush-fringed hanks were pictures pass ing ever before us of trim sleepy vil lages and skirts of towns, fat farm steads, juicy pastures, sleek cows, and rosy-checked milkmaids with sleeves rolled above elbow—so tightly that the lusty arm below would be more than rosy, it would be a dappled carnation. There were the teaming polders and the jaunty windmills in rich profusion and variety, and all the familiar ob jects of a pleasant Dutch landscape. On the forward deck of the boat was a goodly pile of market baskets and boxes, and mounting to the top of the heap, we selected a soft basket—first making sure that it didn't contain eggs—as a point of vantage and a sketching seat, and then we remarked to the panorama before us, as Byron did to the ocean, that it might "roll on." Not that we felt unduly flippant or heedless; the occasion was too serious for that. The further north one goes in Hol land, the more one's attention is called to the rapid increase of swirling orna ment as a feature of domestic and civic architecture. Even on the better class of farm houses, and more notably on the more pretentious country villas skirting the canal, the gables are fashioned in most fantastic shapes of curve and scroll, and the general im pression of riotous lines meandering about the gables is further enhanced by startling effects of painting and gilding. We touched at a few of the little docks and landing places along the waterway, and noted many delight fully quaint bits of color, as well as lots of amusing characters and inci dents, back-grounds of cottages rich with downy, velvet-surfaced tiles and mottled brick, splashed with moss and stain and lichen, taking every tint that a fat humid air knows so well how to paint —if it has plenty of time. The window frames would be painted a dazzling white, the curtains of spotless dimity, the shutters and doors of brilliant green, the c >w sheds and out. houses of shiny black pitch, and often the trees would have about six feet of the lower trunk painted a "forget-me not" (cheap sort of) blue. Lots of flowers, plenty of flaxen-liaired children and blue-eyed girls, lots of ducks and geese, any number of cats. "We noticed the prevalence of fernalo labor in a "longshore" sort of way about the various landings. It would be a strapping rosy dame with sleeves well tucked up who would deftly catch the hawser, and bandy lively compli ments with the deck hands of the steamer. They handled the lighter freight to and fro, ticking about the tubs of butter, and "shying" the bound ing bullets of elastic Dutch cheese in fine manly style. They gave them selves curious "sea-dog" kind of Airs, too, that lent them a certain charm of their own .-—Harpefs Magazine. Ilenry Clay's Heal Estate Sale. The Washington correspondent of the Boston Adcertiser has some inter esting gossip about the ownership of the Dodgers house, near the White House. Henry Clay used to own the lot on which it stands. lie was es pecially devoted to his Ashland farm and the livestock upon it. One day old Commodore John Dodgers came home from the Mediterranean with his naval vessel full of live stock which he had picked up abroad. The cargo included one fine Andalusian jackass. Clay wanted it for liis farm. All his offers were rejected, until one day the commodore said, in joke: "Y'ou can have him for your lot opposite the White House." "Done;" was Clay's reply, and the animal was shipped off to Kentucky. The commodore built the now historic house, which Secretary Seward occupied during the war llere Payne endeavored to assassinate him on the night when President Lin coln was shot. The lot is now valued at $40,000. MILLHEIM, l'A., THURSDAY, Al'ltlL 2(5, 1883. doctrine from texts now lost. The religion of Confucius, the prin cipal faith of China, is taught in the five and four books of the Kings "King," in Chinese, means simply a web of cloth, or tho warp that holds threads of cloth in their place. The live Kings contain history, poetry and the rites of religion. They seem to have been in existence before Confu cius, whose last years were devoted to its editing. Ilis own teachings are otherwise embodied in tho four Kings, which were promulgated after his death. The last of these includes the A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE. SACRED HOOKS. The Itlble n Known to tlto Anrlonta. The following brief sketch of tho sa. cred books of the world is from a Bible class lesson by Prof. 11. A. Ford, in a New York mission Sunday school: Certain religious instincts, as the consciousness - of a Supreme Being, of a life beyond the grave, of future re wards and punishments, of a sense of sin and the need of sacrifice, are com mon to humanity. So also, wherever a nation has had. a literature, its reli gion has usually based upon sacred books—there is the assertion of ten revelation. Every great religion has its Bible. The best known of these books, save the Jewish and the Christian, is the Koran of Mohammed. The title of this means "The Reading," from the Arabic verb for "to read." Other names are A1 Kitab, or tho book; Al Moshaf, the volume; Al Dhikr, the ad monition or reminder; and Al Forhan, or tho salvation. The 114 suras or chapters of the Koran were professedly given to Mohammed during the twenty three years of his residence at Mecca and Medina, by the angel Gabriel in human form, as an inspiration from Aleali, or the Almighty. They were written upon leaves, bits of leather or i aper, shoulder-blades of mutton and whatever else was at hand, and thrown loosely into a box, from which they were taken a /ear after the prophet's death and put together with equal loot eaess and disregard to connection of topics, in volumes. The chapters bear such titles as The Cow, The Fig The Star, The Towers, The Congealed Blood, and the like, giving some hint of contents. Each begins thus: "In the name of Qod, the merciful, the compassionate," and a note is made of the revelation at either Mecca or Medina. Not only is the God of the Christians recognized, but also Jesus, but not as the Bon of God, and Abra ham, Jacob and Mary and tho Old Testament worthies. The style of the Koran is of singular elegance and beauty, constituting it the classic of Arabic speech. Jt in the text book of M slem faith and likewise of civil gov eminent in all the Moslem countries. Copies of it are greatly revered and are sometimes written in gold and jewels. It is never held by the believers below the girdle or touched without previous purification. Nothing is more hateful to the Mussulman than to see a copy in the I ands of a giaour or infidel. A much more ancient collection of writings is the Yedas, the oldest books in the Hindoo literature, and dating far back of the timo of Christ. The oldest hymn of the oldest book, the Rig-Veda, is thought t; date from B. C. 2400. The Upanisliads, or treat ises of theology, are later, and are al most the only part of tho Yedas now read. The four visions of the Yedas contaiu in all 1010 hymns, which every Brahml must learn by heart. They are rec ized by the Laws of Maun# which form the text-book of Brahmin ism. They were written in twelve books ten to nine centuries before Christ. Tho mythology of the Hin doos is comprised mainly in two great epic poems, the Ramavana and the Mahabharata, containing respectively 50,000 and 120,000 lines, and together filling eighteen "ge volumes. These are now almost exclusively read as the sacred books of India, with thePuranas, of similar character but much later date. The Shasters or Shastras ("booits") Is a general term for all the authoritative re ligious and legal works of the Hindoos. The Buddhist sacred books are also very numerous, but I find no name for them except the "Pitchas," or Buddhist scripture, in the Palo language, found In Ceylon. The Zend-Avesta (i. e., the text or scripture with a zend, orcommcn tary) is the bible of the an cient Parsees or lire-worshipers. It is supposed to have been written in Bec tria or eastern Persia, 1250 to 1300 years before Christ, by Zoroaster or Zarathustia. Unlike most other sa cred books, it is not a body of divinity or dogmatic religion, but it is a liturgy# a collection of prayers, hymns, invoca tions and thanksgivings to many dei ties. It is a manual of worship, to be recited by tho priests in public, and read privately by tho laity. The Biulde-Niseh is a later book of the same religion, and details the Parsee works of Moncius, another Chinese re former. Taoism, or tho religion founded by Lao-tze, in the same age with Confucius, rests upon the booka called Tse-lao, or "Old Teacher," and the Tav-te-king, which specially repre sents the notions of tho illustrious Lao-tze. Jt is an interesting fact that tho Tae Ping rebels of 1803-4, al though not professing to bo Jews or Christians, took our Bible for their book, and claimed that if their insur rection succeeded it would be substi tuted for the writings of Confucius and Lao-tze. The ancient Egyptians had foitv two sacred books, in live classes, con taining hymns in praise of the gods, instructions in morals, religious rites, tho education of priests and related matters. Tho Greek and Roman mythology had no sacred books, unless certain po„ etieal works may Vie taken for such. The two Eddas set forth the mythol ogy of tho Norsemen, or ancient Scandinavians. They originated in Iceland, tho poetic or elder Edda com prising thirty-seven religious poems of religious and heroic history, and the younger or prose Edda giving a full synopsis of the Norse mythology. The term "Edda" means "great grand mother." Both these collections date long after Christ. This is a pretty full list of the books of sacred or semi-sacred character known to the world, except the Bible of the Jews and that of the Christ ians. Centennial Fun. During the Centennial exhibition the United States building was the scene of an amusing blunder which, however r i taught one lady the necessity of caution. The government had dressed a number of wooden statues, so carved and painted as to resemble soldiers and sailors in the various uniforms of the army and navy. So life-like were these "dummies" that hundreds paused to admire them, and among others the ladies. "Just see that one there!" said one of the ladies. "Why, I should almost think It alive!" and she poked the nose of the supposed "dummy." Imagine her consterna tion when it deliberately turned around and walked stifiiv away. Bhe had mis taken an nrinv ollicer for a "dummv." In machinery hall was exhibited a machine for ventilating mines. It sent a powerful current of air through a pipe six inches in diameter. A mov able nozzle, funnel-shaped, enabled tho boy-operator to turn the current in any direction. A flag was hung up at a distance of fifteen feet from the machine. So strong was the current of air when directed against the llag, that it would hang out at right angles from the pole as if blown by a gale. The mischievous boy, not content to blow the flag, sometimes sent a breeze among the spectators. A man with a broad-brimmed hat and long brown hair was leaning over tho railing and peering at the machine. The boy sent a current against the flag and then tinned the blast, which acci dentally fell full upon the unfortunate stranger. The result was an unlook ed-for catastrophe; the hat and brown locks went sailing away and left bare a head as smooth and round as a pumpkin. The man ran after his truant hat and wig; the boy dropped the nozzle and fled, thinking, doubt less, that a severe penalty awaited him for haviig scalped a man with a gust of wind. Theatrical Tricks. Curious as it may seem, it is not generally known by the theater audi ence that the "perilous leaps," "terrific scaling of precipices," and pther similar feats which fall to the l<st of the hero and heroine of the play, are in almost every case performed by a "dummy." Thus, it is not the prima donna who, as "Amina" in "La Sonnambula," wants in her sleep across a trembling bridge at the back of the stage, nor in 'The Romance of a Poor Young Man'' is it the leading man who takes a Hy ing leap from a tower, but in each case a carefully dressed "dummy," whose bones are not particularly precious. They tell this story of a "Mazeppa" performance in the old days, which shows how this theatrical trick some times results: A celebrated star was playing the piece and had a circus rider made up to look like him to do the riding. Of course the audience supposed the rider to be the star. In those days the runs up the mountain wero elaborately arranged, and the flight of the wild horse was a startling incident. One night tho horse fell with the rider, crashing from the flie3 to the stage. The curtain was rung down, ami presently the star was led before it, staggering as though badly injured, and said that, in spite of the fall, he would endeavor to finish"' the play. And he did so, amid frantic applause. The poor wretch of a rider lay in the hospital for four weeks. Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance. At Neali Bay, around Capo Flattery and down the coast from Tatoosh to Gray's Harbor live various tribes of Indians, who, as hunters and tishers, are as hardy and fearless as any race of aboriginal men in the known world. While the writer was at Quillute, the Indian village forty miles below Cape Flattery, last fall, a whale was sighted off the beach, and four canoes at once started toward him. Soon we were upon the monster, who, lolling lazily along, paid no heed to the demonstra tions of his puny assailants, but he was rudely awakened. The foremost canoe darted forward, and "thud!" went the harpoon into his broad back, buried nearly to the shaft. The canoe was stopped and suddenly backed, and none too soon, lor. with a sudden arid ter rific smash of his lluk.es 011 the water, barely missing the nearest canoe, lie sounded. A number of sealskin blad ders, fast to the harpoon-line, were thrown over, and each canoe, in turn as it came up, made fast with a line to the foremost canoe. Up came the mon ster, and with a fearful lurch all four canoes were dragged through the water at a fearful rate as he started for the ocean. Four or five miles was run at this rate, when his pace slackened, and the hindmost canoe was hauled cautiously past t tie others and another harpoon was dexterously planted, and this canoe assumed the front place in the procession; with the others bringing up the rear. Another wild rush, but shorter than the first, and a repetition of the performance, until there were half a dozen harpoons affixed and double as many sealskin bladders drifting around the exhausted monster, preventing his sinking or sounding. Finally, after hours of a prolonged fight for his life against his relentless foes, the coup ue grace was given with the lance, a final plunge and he was ours. Three hours of paddling and a nasty little swell 011 and the whale sunk beneath the water was the hard ta.>k before the whalers before the prize could be beached and fairly called their own; but gallantly they buckled to it, keeping time to their work with a high-keyed, monoto nous chant, and an occasional ear-pierc. ing, blood-curdling yell injected into it that was calculated to raise a casual spectator's hair on end. On the beach the entire remaining population of the village were await, ing around huge bonfires the return of the hunters, but by no means in silence, for the yelling, whooping, singing, crouching, dancing, dusky, half-naked figures, as they plunged in and out the ruddy blaze of the huge drift-wood fires, reminded one of descriptions of infernal regions. The canoes are safe ly beached, the whale hauled up as far as strong bands can drag him, and left till the outgoing tide exposes his full proportions on the beach, when knife and axe and saw do their work till of the huge animal naught is left but a few well-stripped bones, on and over which the village dogs feed and fight and snarl till the incoming tide covers them with a layer of sand. The carcass is divided among all con cerned in the capture then and there alike, except that the honor piece, ex. tending entirely around the animal and including the dorsal fin, is the property of him whose lucky harpoon was the first to strike the whale. For many days, feasts, songs and small potlaeheg celebrate their lucky capture, and the village finally assumes its normal condi tion. Simple Cure for Dyspepsia. A gentleman who is in business in it>is city has cured himself of a chron ic and ugly form of dyspepsia in a very simply way. lie was given up to Gie, but he finally abandoned alike the doctors and the drugs and resorted to a method of treatment which most doctors and most persons would laugh at as "an old woman's remedy." It was simply the swallowing of a tea cupful of hot water before breakfast every morning. lie took the water from the cook's teakettle.and so hot that lie could only take it by the spoonful. For about three weeks this morning dose was repeated the dyspepsia all the while decreasing. At the end of that time he could eat, he says, any breakfast or dinner that any well per son could eat—liad gained in weight and has ever since been hearty and well. His weight now is thirty or for- ty pounds greater than during the dyspepsia suffering, and for several years he has had no trouble with his stomach—unless it was some tempora ry inconvenience due to a late supper or dining out, and in such a case a sin. gle trial of his anti-breakfast remedy was sure to set all things right. He obtained this idea from a German doc tor, and in turn recommended it to others, and in every case according to this gentleman's account, a cure was effected.— llart ford Courant. NO. 17. Ilardy niul FcarleM. NEWSPAPER LAWS. If subscribers order the discontinuation of newspapers. the publishers may continue to send them until fill arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse ouneglect to tnkci their n ws papers from the office to which they are sent, they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them dis continued. Jf subscribers move to other places with out informing the publisher, and the news papers are sent to the former place of resi dence, they are then responsible. ADVERTISING RATES: 11 wk. I 1 mn. I Sraoa. I 6 mot. 1 res* t pqnar* CI 001 S2W $ 8 $ 4 CO. $6 00 Uo.lumn | 300 1 400 I fi 00 I 10 00 15 0( column (ft 00 fi Oil 1 12 t* | 2.1 t*' 86 00 I column 1 S Oil | 12 001 001 W 60 00 U.ie loch inckiw mjuTv. Administrator* and Ex ecutors' Jfoticca C 2.60. Trnniont advvrMMTßtnita and , locals 10 ccntd per lino for lirnt Insertion and 6 cents psr . line for each additional insertion. The Story of Life. Bny. what in life? Tw to be bom; A helpleai b ibo to greet tho light With a ttliurp wail, as if the morn Foiutold a cloudy moon and nßhl; To weep, to t>lep, and weep again, Willi sunny imiles between—and then? And theh apace the infant grows To be a l.iughimr, sprightly boy, ILippy despite his little woes. Were he but conscious of his joy! To be, in short, Irom two to ten, A nici ry, moody child —and then? And then in coat and trousers clud, To learn to say tho Decalogue, And break it, an unthinking lad, Willi mirth and mischief all agog; A truant oil by field and fen, And capture butteiflies—and then? And then, increased in strength and size. To be, anon, a youth lull gn'~s; A hero in his mother's eyes, A young Apollo in his own*. To imiiute tho wajs ol men In fashlonuble sin—and then* And then, at l ist, to bo a ma To lull in love, to woo and wed! With seething br.un to scheme and plan To gather gold or toii for bread; To sue for fame, with tongue and pen, And gain or lote the prize—and then? And then in gray and wri- klcd elil To tnouru tho ?peed ot lile's decline; To praise tiie scenes of youth beheld* And dwell in memory of lang syne; To dream awhile with darkened ken, Then drop into his grave—and then? —■John G. Saxt. PUNGENT FA RAG RAP i IS. Lo lied—An Indian wedding. Pawnbrokers prefer customers with out any redeeming qualities. Some persons are so artificial that they even talk of their minds being made up. The demand for napkin rings made of wood grown at Walter Scott's home, Abbotsford, is proving a great drain upon the forests of Maine. Talk about your hop producing re gions! Your old-fashioned arm-chair with the bent-pin attachment holds over everything of that quality. A Pettis county (Missouri), woman is tiie mother of fifteen girls, all living. And the news that a military college i.s to be established near her home sets the old lady about crazy. "Why do you carry your pocketbook in your hand?" asked a Philadelphia husband of his young wife. "Oh," was the quiet reply, "it is so light I am afraid it might jump out of my pock et." The latest news from Ecuador is that the last government busted just five minutes. The inhabitants are now clamoring for a fresh one every hour; but many liberals think this too loDg a term to be consistent with perfect freedom, and a step toward despotism. It is figured that there is twice the profit on hens that there is on cows, *pnd it's just as easy to keep patching a picket fence round a hen-yard and fight your neighbors who own gardens, as it is to fix up pasture walls and hunt over the country for stray animals and settle for the damage they have done. Von Kalkbrenner, the noted pianist, used to pride himself on the particle which preceded bis name, and paraded it on every occasion. "Do you know," he once said to an acquaintance, "that the nobility of my family dates from the crusade? One of my ancestors ac companied the Emperor Barbarosso—" "On the piano?" asked the other. Preserving Power of Soil. It is well known that in soil where lime abounds, dead bodies are fossilized in a few years, or even a few months* after burial. In soil where there is no lime, there are sometimes other ele ments which often preserve the fea tures of a buried body unchanged ior many years. The philosophic Ilamlet, musing by an old grave over the fact that man turns into dust, and dust into earth, exclaims: ' / ' Imperial L'josar, dead and turned to elaj M stop a hole to keep the wind away! But what would have been his mus ings if he had stood beside the disin terred body of his father and seen brow and form appearing as natural as when he gave "the world assurance of a man?" Yet this might have been, for there are numerous cases on record where bodies disinterred for removal after years of interment, have been found to be as well preserved as if they had been only a few days dead. Gen eral Washington's features were quite perfect when his body was taken up to be put in the sarcophagus, where they now repose. The same was true of General Wayne, when his body was re moved forty years after death; and of Robert Burns, twenty-one years after burial. But it seems almost incredible that the body of John Hampden, who was disinterred 200 years after death, should have been in a similar state of preservation. But Lord Nugent re cords the fact. His word is not to be questioned. Possibly the most remark able fact of all these case 3 is that the bodies crumbled to a heap of dust soon after exposure.
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