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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.
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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.
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PCN6EKT PARAGRAPHS.
A watch like faith, is comparatlvhlj
worthless without works.
Why are there no female bill-collec
tors?— Because a woman's work i*
never "dun."
" There's millions in it," said Smite..
"In what?" asked Brown. " Why in
billions, of course, hal hal bal"
Many a man thinks that the world
has taken up arms against him when
his stomach is struggling hard with s
boiled dinner.
"You say your brother is younger
than you, yet he looks much older?'
" Yes, he ha 3 seen a great deal of trou
ble; but I never man led."
"I am saddest when I write humor
ous articles," said a 'funny man' to an
acquaintance. "And I," replied the ac
quaintance, "am saddest when I read
them."
It is wrong to laugh at the crooked
legs of the young man in tight trousers,
but it is perfectly proper to laugh at
the tight trousers upon the man with
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Medical journals continue to inform
people "how colds are taken."
Globe gently imitates that a little infor
mation upon how to get rid of their
promptly would be equally acceptable.
It gives a New York man an awful
start to suddenly observe a clipping
from the Chinese newspaper which
has been left lying on his table by
gome mischievious friend. His first
thought, of course, is that it is a wash
bill
Two young city ladies in the country
were standing by the side of a wid
ditch, which they didn't know how to
cross. They appealed to a boy whc
was coming along the road for help,
whereupon he pointed behind them
with a startled air and yelled " Snakes!"
The young ladies crossed the ditch at
a single bound.
Lili asks her mother; "What do
you like best, good dreams or bad ones ?*
44 Good ones. And you? " "Oh, I lik3
bad dreams best" "Why?" "Becaufifl
when 1 have good dreams I find whoa
I wake up that they are not true, anfl
that annoys me; whilst when I have
had bad ones I am happy when I wake;
because they are not true."
Japanese Holidays.
The Japanese have more than twenty
fanciful name 3 by which they designate
their beautiful country, but the sobri
quet which to a foreigner seems most
fitting is certainly the land of holidays.
No excuse is too trivial for a Japanese
to make holidays, and when he does
not make them himself, the govern
ment politely steps in and makes them
for him. Thus,one day in every six, call
ed ichi roku, is a statute holiday; so is
the third day in every moon, whilst the
List of national festivals commemorative
of great men or of great deeds is sim
ply inexhaustible. If a great man dies
in England, they commemorate him by
a monument in Westminster Abbey; il
a great man dies in Japan,he is remem
bered by a holiday; so that what with
the mythical great men who are thus
remembered and the historical great
men who have died during the past
five thousand years, it is a little difficult
to find a day of the Japanese yeai
which has not the name of a celebrity
attached to it; just as, in glancing
down a Roman Catholic calandar, we
find that every day has its particular
saint But the greatest day of the year,
the festival par excellence of the
the festival into which is compressed
the essence of the fun and enjoyment
and happiness of all the other days put
together, is the festival of the new
year. We may be familiar with th€
celebration of the day in Paris or New
York, but the proceedings there ar
tame and lifelen when compared with
the spontaneous outburst of rejoicing
which characterizes new year's day in
Japan.
Pele's Hair.
A singular product of vitreous lavas
is called in Hawaii "Pele's Hair."
This silky, filamentous substance i de
scribed by Miss Gordon Cumming in
her latest book of travels, as "of a rich
olive-green or yellowish-brown color t
and glossy, like the byssus of certain
shells, but very brittle to handle." It
is said to be produced by the wind
catching the fiery spray thrown up
from the crater, but the extreme fine
ness of its texture seems rather to sug
gest the action of escaping vapors
within the lava itself. This view is
strengthened by the circumstance that
a perfect counterfeit is fabricated at
iron-works by passing jets of steam
through molten slag, when a material
resembling vitreous cotton-wool, ad
mirably adapted for packing fragile
articles, results. The chief seat of its
natural production is the great
Hawaiian crater of Kilauea (personi
fied as the Fire Goddess Pele), and it
is found well adapted for nest-building
by some inventive Hawaiian birds.