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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
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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.
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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.