PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY IN MUSSER'S BUILDING. Cr®r of Main and Penn Sts., at SI.OO PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE; Or tl.tS tf net paid la advaac*. Acceptable Correspondence Solictted. all letters to "MTLLHEIM JOURNAL." The Early Rain. Down through the misty air, Down from t%o gloom above, Fulling, pattering everywhere, The rain comes quick with love. Softly the missel-tin ush Sings in the golden storm; The robin under a laurel bush Waits lor to-morrow morn. Drip, drip, drip from the eaves, Pit, pit, pit on the pane, Swish, swish, swish on the drenched leaves, List! 'tis the song of the rain. Giusses are bending low, Green i 9 the coin and thick; You can almost see the uottles grow, They grow so strong and quick. Soft is ibe wind from the west, Softer tno rain's low sigh; The sparrow washes his smoky breast, Aud watches the gloomy sky. Stirred are the bongta9 by the breeze, Scarcely a leaf is still, Something is moving among the trees, Like a restless spirit ol ill. Standing watching the rain, Do yoa seem to hear The voice of God ou speaking again To man's ungratelul car? Promising plenty and peace, Garners with treasure be sped, That seed-time and harvest shall not cease Till the harrcst ot earth be reaped. The .Irffosy. NOT A SUCCESS. "Dear me," said Mrs. Heatherly, "some folks do have all the luck! I thought when my Cousin Speak well was appointed assistant bishop of the Cranberry Swamp diocese, that it was quite a social distinction. But here's Helen Jones's uncle been put up for Cninese ambassador! And I suppose she'll get all her tea and chessmen for nothing now, besides the credit of the thing!" And Mrs. Heatherley actually burst into tears. From the very first moment of her arrival in Cherry hill, Mrs. Jones had been her rival. If she decorated her parlors in lotus-leaves and cat-tails, Mrs. Jones immediately ordered an artist from Philadelphia to paint her ceilings in peacock-plumes and half open sunflower buds. If she gave a light tea, Mrs. Jones followed with a full-fledged dinner-party. If she had a fancy masquerade-party, Mrs. Jones issued cards for private theatricals. And now the glories of the assistant bishopric were entirely eclipsed by the ambassador to China. Mrs. Jones ordered her white ponies and basket-phaeton, and drove in state through Cherry hill, to invite all her friends and acquaintances to an even ing reception. "To meet my uncle," she said, gra ciously, "before he sails for China!" For Mrs. Jones, albeit she never had seen her Uncle John Jones, was seized, all of a sudden, with the most affec tionate devotion for him, and tele graphed him to come at once to Cherry hilL And the letter which followed was full of niece-like devotion. * "I have always Jelt," she said, "that it was a eruel deprivation to see so little of my hus band's relations. And now that we are so soon to lose you, 1 must insist on at least one visit. We have some charming people in Cherry hill, who would esteem it a privilege to make your acquaintance. We shall meet you, without tail, at the six-lorty train from Philadelphia, on Wednesday next." Mr. Jones, a blunt, bullet-headed man, who was in the drug business, scratched his nose when he heard of his wife's prowess. "It's all a puzzle to me," said he. "Uncle John never had any brains." "Dear me!" said Mrs. Jones, "what brains are needed to be a Chinese am bassador? It's all political influence and wire-pulling, don't you see?" "Well," said Mr. Jones, "there's something in that I remember Uncle John being president of a Polk and Dallas club, for years ago, or so, in the village. And he manufactured torch lights for the political processions, and had a very good voice for a hurrah. What puzzles me, however, is what on earth he will think of our getting so very affectionate all of a sudden, after neglecting him for all these years." "No matter what he thinks," said Mrs. Jones, briskly. "I'll soon bring him around. Only think—ambassador to China! What will Mrs. Heatherley say? You must telegraph at once for plenty of pates de foie gras and cold, potted game. And I'll have the two colored waiters from the hotel. Mary Ann is very well in her way, but she will need additional help on an occa sion like this. I shall ask ex-Governor Philipstarbaugh and his wife—they are visiting the Whites; and an es pecial card shall be sent to that old assistant bishop that Charlotte Heatherley boasts so much about. Mr. Chimefield, the poet, is in town and I shall beg Miss Bulkley to bring h%r violin and give us one of those sweet 'Scandinavian Dreams' that she improvises so sweetly. Let me see, there will be about sixty people here, unless I receive more regrets than I at present anticipate." "Sixty people, eh?" repeated Mr Jones. "Ain't that * considerable of a the MMm smxml DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors VOL. LVII. blow-out, Fanny? We haven't settled Spagnette's bill for that last tea-fight, you must remember." "Tea-fight! Blow-out!" Mrs. Jones repeated, in infinite disgust. "Peter, I haven't any patience to hear you use those odious, vulgar expressions. How are Ethel and Constantia to get mar ried, I'd like to know, if the dear girls never are to see any society? Are the ponies ready ?" "You can't have the ponies to-day," said Mr. Jones. "The livery-stable man says they don't stir out of their stalls until the whole account is settled -three hundred and odd dollars." "How absurd of him!" said Mrs. Jones, with a shrug of her plump shoulders. "And now,of all times in the world! But never mind —I shall walk!" And Mrs. Jones, nothing daunted, put on a rose-bud-trimmed bonnet, a pretty imitation cashmere shawl, and a pair of cream-colored kid gloves, and set forth to the florist's, where she ordered a profusion of flowers; and to the pastry-cook's, where she hesitated between water ices, and Neapolitan cream; and finally went home, wearied, but triumphant. "I'll show the Chinese ambassador that there is some style about his coun try cousins," she declared, to Ethel and Constantia, who wore remodeling their old dresses, to, appear as new as pos sible. And really Mrs. Jones's parlors did appear exquisitely tasteful and pretty when the eventful evening arrived. The chandeliers—new for the occa sion-were draped with smilax; the man tels banked with cyclamen and begonia leaves; the angles of the apartment filled with tall palms and stately ferns. Miss Bulkley was there, with her violin, and a package of music nearly as large as a Saratoga trunk; the ex governor and his lady were on time, and the assistant bishop of the Cran berry swamp diocese appeared, in a red-nosed and pompous manner, with his cousin, Mrs. Heatherley, leaning on his arm. And, as the room began to fill, Mrs. Jones waxed a little nerv ous. "I do hope nothing has happened to the train," she thought. "If he shouldn't be here, after all, I should feel myself a social fraud." But, as the old Antwerp clock in the corner struck ten, there was a little bustle, the sound of retreating car riage-wheels Uncle Jones had ar rived! And the guests parted right and left, to admit of the entrance of a stout old gentleman in a suit of home dyed butternut-brown, a pair of silver spectacles, very red hands, entirely in nocent of gloves, and a blue-checked shirt. "Well, Niece Jones," said this re markable apparation, grasping Mrs- Jones's pretty, little kid-gloved hands. "I'm dreadful glad to make your ac quaintance. And this 'ere's Peter, is it? I hain't seen Peter since lie was a boy." "Uncle," said Mrs. Jones, with a sort of hysteric gasp, "allow me to present to you—" "Oh, yes, I see," said Uncle Jones. "Company to tea, eh? Your servant # ladies and gentlemen, your servant," bowing comprehensively around the room. "And seein' we're all here to gether, so nice and friendly," he added, "I'll jest ask you all to look at a new kind o' salve as I've took the agency of —the 'Electric Agony Eradicator,' only twenty-five cents a box, and five boxes for a dollar. Business is business, you know, and as I make my living this way, I'm sure my niece and nephew here won't object to my selling off the stock-in-trade to the best advantage before I leave the country. Perhaps the company don't know that I sail as skipper of the Lovely Louise next month—up to the Newfunlan' fishin banks, and round byway of Nova Scotia?" "But," gasped Mrs. Jones, "we thought—that is, we understood—we read in the paper, I would say—that you were to be the ambassador to China." "Me!" said Uncle Jones. "Not if I know it! Me go to furrin parts, to be eaten up with chopsticks, or burned alive by the coolies? I guess not! P'r'aps it's John J. Jones you're think ing about. lie's from the same place as I am—a great friend of the adminis tration —and I've heerd as he's got a plump office from the big-bugs at Washington. I'm John J. Jones— Jacob, you know, arter my great gran'ther, as was in the blacksmithy bus'nes'. Oh, I ain't no Chinese am bassador! I'm only a salve-manufac. turer. It'd dreadful good for frosted feet an' ears, the 'Electric Agony Era dicator' is—and p'r'aps I may have a good chance to sell a few gross of boxes on board the Lovely Louise, if it's a middlin' cold tiip." Poor Mrs. Jones stood aghast as the distinguished guest of the evening cir culated around amid tho perfumed groups, with his "Agony Eradicator," selling off the precious panacea with great success. Mrs. Heatherley giggled audibly; the assistant bishop elevated his Roman nose with an air of superciliousness; the fair violinist laid down her bow, and only the instant announcement of supper would have prevented a general dissolution of this social parliament. Uncle Jones ate as if ho were a starved wolf, and then drank as he had been transformed into a fish; and final ly fell asleep on a sofa in the corner and snored aloud, with his pocket full of "salve-boxes" and a handkerchief over bis face. He went home the next day. The Cherry hill Jones's did not urge him to stay longer; and Mrs. Ifoatherley called to condole with Mrs. Jones in person. "It must have been so mortifying to the poor thing!" said she, with simu lated sympathy. But Mrs. Jones did not see her. She was crying in her own room, and sent down a message of "Not at home." "1 don't care how soon we leave Cherry hill," she sobbed. "1 never can look any one in the face again. I never was so ashamed in all my life! And if ever anyone mentions the name 'China,' or 'the Chinese,' in my presence again, I'll commit suicide, that I will!" For Mrs. Jones's party had not been a success. Among the Mongols. The Mongol of to-day is in many re spects a separate man. timid, yet given to long, lonely journeys over pathless deserts; habitually abstemious yet a drunkard; a controversialist, yet super stitious; a thief by instinct, yet law abiding; rough, brutal, and cruel-- yet in one respect gentler than any European. Nothing can induce him to hurt an animal, however low in the scale of creation. "Nowhere," says a recent traveller, "will you find less cruelty than in Mongolia. Not only do their cattle and flocks receive ex pressions of sympathy in suffering, and such alleviation of pain as their owner knows how to give, but even the meanest creatures (insects and reptiles included) are treated with consider eralion. Crows perch themselves on the top of loaded camels, and deliberate ly steal before the very eyes of the vociferating owners; hawks scoop down in the market-place at Urga, and snatch eatables from the hands of the unwary, who simply accuse the thief of patricide, and pass on. My bald headed camel driver was nearly driven to distraction one evening by a cloud of mosquitoes which kept hovering over and alighting on his shining pate. During the night there came a touch of frost, and when we rose in the morning not an insect was on the wing. Looking at them as they clung be numbed to the sides of the tent, he re marked, 'The mosquitoes are frozen !' and then added, in a tone of sincere sympathy, the Mongol phrase expres sive of pity, 'Hoarhe ! hoarhe !' There was no sarcasm or hypocrisy about it." This tenderness is the more strange be cause the Mongols in their few cities or standing camps let beggars die of cold and exposure, though they never dis play the complete callousness of Chinese. The Chinese government in Lama Miao, the great entrepot, pun ishes highway robbery with violence by a sentence of death from starvation; and our traveler saw this sentence carried out, the man being placed in a cage in the street, with hi 3 head out side, so that he might see the eating, shops, and die slowly of hunger and thirst. He was four days dying there in public. The Chinese citizens found this interesting, and strolled up every evening, laughing and jesting, to see the unhappy wretch suffer. A Cheese-Making Berry. A cheese-making berry has recently been discovered in India, winch seems to be a capital substitute for rennet. Puneria, as the natives call it, is the berry of a plant known scientifically as "withania coagulans," a shrub which is common in the Punjab and Trans-Indus territory, and which has long been used by the Afghans and Belooches to curdle milk. Experiments conducted officially on a farm belonging to the governor of Bombay have demonstrated the effic iency of the berry in the manufacture of cheese, a perfect curd being produc ed and the cheese turning out excel lently; and, with a view to the more extended cultivation of the shrub, an experimental plantation is to be estab lished at the government botanical gardens at Saharanpore. The puneria, so-called from the Per sian name of cheese, is prepared by placing about two ounces of the ber. ries in a small quantity of cold water, and allowing it to simmer by the side of a fire for twelve hours. It is said that half a pint of the decoction will suffice to curdle fifty-five gallons of milk.— CasseWs Family Magazine. MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 14,1883. ' GEN. SCOTT'S NARROW ESCAPE. An Interesting HemlnKeenee from (he Autobiography of Thurlow Weed—How the (jienerara Lrge Moved Him. From the autobiography of Thurlow Weed,the following interesting aocount of an incident preceding the battle of Chippewa, in 1814, is taken; One evening after our rubber, I said to the general, "There is one question I have often wished to ask you, but have been restrained by the fear that it might be improper." The general drew himself up and said in his em phatic manner: "Sir, you are incapa ble of asking an improper question." I said: "You are very kind; but if my inquiry is indiscreet I am sure you will allow it to pass unanswered." "I hear you, sir"' he repliod. "Well, then, general, did anything remarkable happen to you on the morn ing of the battle of the Chippewas?" After a brief but impressive silence, he said: ,f Yes, sir; something did happen to me—Something very re markable, and I tfill now, for tho third time in my life, repeat the story: The 4th day of July, 1814, was one of ex treme heat. On that day my brigade skirmished with a BrKish force com manded by General Riall, from an early hour in the morning till late in the af ternoon. We had driven the enemy down the river some twelve miles to Street's creek, near Chippewa, where we encamped for the night, our army occupying the wet, while that of tho enemy was encamped on the east side of the creek. After our tents had been pitched I observed a flag borne by a man in peasant's dress approach ing my marquee. He brought a letter from a lady who occupied a large mansion on the opposite side of the creek, informing me that she was the wife of a member of Parliament, who was then at Quebec; that hercliQdren. servants and a young lady friend were alone with her in the house; that Gen eral liiail had placed a sentinel before her door, and that she ventured, with great doubts of the propriety of the request, to ask that 1 would place a sentinel upon the bridge to protect her against stragglers from our camp. 1 assured the messenger that the lady's request should be complied with. Parly the next morning the same messenger, bearing a white flag, reappeared with a note from the same lady, thanking me for the protection she had enjoyed, adding that, in acknowledgment of my civilities, she begged that I would, with such members of my staff as I chose to bring with me, accept the hospitalities of her house at a breakfast which had been prepared with considerable atten tion, and was quite ready. Acting upon an impulse which I have never been able to analyze or comprehend, I called two of my aids. Lieutenants Worth and Watts, and returned to the mansion already indicated. We met our hostess at the door, who ushered us into the dining-room, where break fast awaited us, and where the young lady previously referred to was already seated by the coffee urn. Our hostess asking to be excused for a few min utes, the young lady immediately served our coffee. Before we had bro ken our fast, Lieutenant Watts rose from the table to get his bandana (that being before the days of napkins), which he had left in his cap on a side table by the window, glancing through which he saw Indians approaching the house on one side and red-coats ap proaching it on the other, with an evi dent purpose of surrounding it and us, and instantly exclaimed: 'General, we are betrayed!' Springing from the ta ble and clearing the house I saw our danger, and, remembering Lord Ches terfield had said: "Whatever it is proper to do it is proper to do well," and as we had to run, and iny legs were longer than my companions', I soon outstripped them. As we made our escape we were fired at, but got across the bridge in safety. "I felt so much shame and mortifica tion at having so nearly fallen into a trap that I could scarcely fix my mind upon the duties which now demanded my undivided attention. I knew that I had committed a great indiscretion in accepting tne singular invitation, and that if any disaster resulted from it I richly deserved to lose bcth my com mission and character. I constantly found myself wondering whether the lady really intended to betray us, or had been accidentally observed. The ques tion would recur, even amidst the ex citement of battle. Fortunately, how ever, my presence and services in the field were not required until Generals Porter and Ripley had been engaged at intervals for several hours, so that when my brigade, with Towson's artil lery, were ordered to cross Street's creek, my nerves and confidence had become measurably quieted and re stored. "I need not describe the battle of Chippewa. That belorgs to, and is part of, the history of our country. It Is sufficient to say that at the close of A PAPER FOR- THE HOME CIRCLE. the day we were masters of the posi tion, and that our arms were In no way discredited. The British army had fallen back, leaving their wounded in our possession. The mansion which I had visited in the morning was the largest house near, and to that the wounded officers in both ariui*t- were carried for surgical treatment. As soon as I could leave the Held I went over to look after my wounded. I found the English officers lying on the first floor and our own on the floor above. I saw in the lower room the young lady whom I had met in the morning at the breakfast table, her white dress all sprinkled with blood. She had been attending to the British wound ed. On the second floor, just as 1 was turning into the room where officers were, 1 met my hostess. One glance at her was quite sufficient to answer the question which 1 had been asking myself all day. She had intended to betray me, and nothing but tho acci dent of my aid rising for his handker chief saved us from capture. "Years afterward, in reflecting upon this incident, I was led to doubt wheth er I had not misconstrued her startled manner as I suddenly encounted her. That unexpected meeting would have occasioned embarrassment in either contingency, and it is so*difficult to be lieve a lady of cultivation and refine ment capable of such an act, that 1 am now, nearly half a century after the event, disposed to give my hostess the benefit of that doubt. And now, sir,' added the general, "this is the third time in my life I have told this story. I do not remember to have been spoken to before on that subject for many years." He looked at me and seemed to be considering with himself a few mo ments, and then said: "Remembering your intimacy with General Worth, I need not inquire how you fame to a knowledge of our secret." "Well, general," I replied, "I have kept the secret faithfully for more than forty years, always hoping to obtain your own version of what struck me as a most remarkable incident in your military life." Whistling Superstitions. In whatever way regarded, either as a graceful accomplishment or as the spontaneous expression of light headedness, whistling has in our own and foreign countries generally at tracted considerable attention. Why it should have been invested with so much superstitious awe it is difficult to say, but it is a curious fact that the same antipathy which it aroused among certain classes of our country men is found existing in the most dis tant parts of the earth, where, as yet, civilization has made little or no im perceptible pogress. Thus Captain Burton tells us how the Arabs dislike to hear a person whistle, called by them el sifr. Some maintain that the whistler's mouth is not to be purified for forty days; while, according to the explanation of others, Satan touching a man's body causes him to produce, what they consider,an offensive sound. The natives of the Tonga Islands, Poly nesia, hold it to be wrong to whistle, as this act is thought to be disrespect ful to God. In Iceland the villagers have the same objection to whistling, and so far do they carry their supersti tious dread of it that "if one swings about him a stick, whip, wand, or aught that makes a whistling sound, he scares from him the Holy Ghost"; while other Icelanders, who consider themselves free .from superstitions, cautiously give the advice: "Do it not; for who knoweth what is in the air?" However eccentric these phases of su perstitious belief may appear to us, yet it must not be forgotten that very sim ilar notions prevail at the present day in this country. A. correspondent, of Notes and Queries for instance, re lates how one day, alter attempting in vain to get his dog to obey orders to come into the house, his wife tried to coax it by whistling, when she was suddenly interupted by a servant, a Roman Catholic, who exclaimed in the most piteous accents, "If you please, ma'am, don't whistle—every time a woman whistles, the heart of the bless ed Virgin bleeds!" In some districts of North Germany the villagers say that if one whistles in the evening it makes the angels weep. Popular Science Monthly. A Fowl Ball. Scene at the base-ball ground. A ball was knocked sidewise and caught on a fly. "Foul and out!" was the cry of the umpire. A charming high school girl looking at the game ejaculates; "Ah, really I How can it be a fowl ? I don't see any feathers 1" And she turned to her attendant with an inquir ing look. "Well—oh! Yes, you see, '* he stammered, "the reason you don't see the leathers is because it belongs to the picked nine," — Peoria Transcript. Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance. CHILDREN'S COLUMN. Hindoo Children's Dolls. Once a year, just before the Dasse rah festival, the little Hindoo girls destroy their dolls. The girls drees themselves in the brightest colors, and march through the busy bazars of the city, and along roads shaded by over hanging mango or sissoo trees,till they come to water—probably a tank built by some pious Hindoo. A crowd of men and women follow them. Round the tank are feathery bamboos, plan tains with their broad hanging leaves, and mango trees, and on every side are flights of steps leading dowp to the water. Xo Hindoo girl has snoh a family of dolls as many of our readers have in this country. But her dolls cost very little, and so the last one is easily replaced. They are made of rags, or more generally of mud or clay, dried in the sun or baked in an oven, and rudely daubed with paint. An English doll is a marvel to a Hin doo girl. The fair, blue eyes, pretty face, and the clothes that come off and on, fill her with wonder. In some of the mission schools the scholars get presents at Christmas, and the girls get dolls, to their great delight Forty years ago, or more, a small, brightly spotted turtle was described as living near Philadelphia, and two miserable specimens were sent to Professor Agassiz. It was called Muhlenberg's turtle, and since then not one has been seen until last summer. My friend was always on the lookout, never failing to pick up or turn over every small turtle he met on the meadows or along the creeks, and examine whether the marks on its under shell were those of the lost species. Finally, one of the ditches in the meadows was drained off to'be re paired, and there, within a short dis tance, were picked up six Muhlenberg turtles! If you go to Cambridge, Mass., you can see four of them alive and healthy to-day. They could easily have gone out of that ditch into other ditches, and so into the creek; but, if they ever did, they have succeeded for twenty years in escaping some pretty sharp eyes. This little incident has a moral for as in two ways. One is, that often the apparent rarity of an animal comes from the fact that we don't know where to look for it; and the other, that it takes a practiced eye to know it when you have found it, and to take care that it does not get lost sight of again. Practice your methods of observation, then, without ceasing, You cannot make discoveries in any other way. And the cultivation of the habit will be of inestimable advan tage to you. This is the merest hint of how, without going away from home, by always keeping his eyes open, a man, or a boy or a girl can study, to the great advantage and enjoyment of himself, or herself, but to the help of all the rest of us. I should like to tell you how patiently this naturalist watches the ways of the wary birds and small game he loves; how those sunfish and shy darters forget that he is looking quietly down through the still water, and go on with their daily life as he wants to witness it; how he drifts silently at midnight, hid in his boat, close to the timid heron, and sees him strike at his prey; or how, concealed in the topmost branches of a lofty tree, he overlooks the water birds drilling their little ones, and smiles at the play of a pair of rare otters, whose noses would not be in sight an instant did they suppose any one was looking at them. But I can not recount all his vigils and ingenious experiments, or the entertaining facts they bring to our knowledge, since my object now is simply to give you a suggestion of how much one man may do and learn on a single farm in the most thickly settled part of the United States.— St. NicJiolas. Curious Indian Belief. The<6anpoel tribe number about 4(50 Indians and they all belong to a sect known as the dreamers. They are looking for another flood, which they expect soon to come upon the earth. In order to be prepared they have se cured all the necessary material for the building of an ark, in which to sail off, as Noah did, when the flood comes. Among the material is 50,000 feet of lumber. The ark is to be fifty feet long and about fifty or sixty feet wide. The dreamers have a small following among the Indians of the Palouse, Snake River, Warm Springs, Umatil las and other tribes. They believe that the whites will all be drowned when the flood comes, and that they only will be saved, and will be enabled to live off the fat of the land without having to work at alL— Seattle (W. V.) Post. NO. 24. A Field IVaturalltt. NEWSPAPER LAWS. If subscribers order the discontinue tiara ef newspapers, the publishers may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid. 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