PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY IN MUSSER'S BUILDING, Conner ® Main and Penn Hta, at SI.OO PER ANNUM. UN ADYANCB; Ov ft.tt If not paid in sdweaea toeptiUe Carrespcmdeusd MdteL all fetter* to "ICELISHTM JOURNAL." Better than Gold. Bettor than grandeur, better than gold. Than rank and titles a thousand told, Is a healthy body and a mind at ease And simple pleasures that always please; A heart that can feel for another's woe, With sympathies large enough to enfold All men as brothers, is better than gold. Better than gold is a conscience cloar, Though toiling for bread in an humble sphere, Doubly blessed with content and health, Untried by the lusts and cares ot wealth, Lowly living and lolty thought Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot, For mind and morals in nature's plan Are the genuine tests ot a gentleman. Better than gold is the sweet repose Of the sons of toil when the labors close, Bettor than gold is the poor man's slsep, And tho balm that drops on bis slumbers deep Bling sleeping draughts on the downy bed, Where luxury pillows its aching head, The toiler simple opiate dtetns A shorter route to the land of dreams. Better than gold is a thinking mind, That in the realm of books can find A treasure surpassing Australian ore, And live with the great and good of yoro, The sage's lore and tho poet's lay, Tho glories of empires passed away; The world's great dream will thus unfold And yield a pleasure better than gold. Better than gold is a peaceful home Where all the fireside characters come, The shrine of love, ttio heaven ot life. Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wite. Howet er humble the home may be. Or tried w i*h sorrow by heaveu's decree, The bits, 'tigs that never were bought or sold And center there are better than gold. A Lesson in Obedience. She was all alone! It was quite a new experience to l otty, this housekeeping business, she had theorized a good deal over "Handy Housekeepers," "Comprehen sive Cook-Books" and "Home-Guides," but she had never had any practical experience before. And now, up in these wild woods, the helm of domestic affairs was unexpectedly placed in her hands, and hers alone. She liked the woods and the river; the meadows all starred with daisies; and the long, low farmhouse, with its red brick chimney-stacks; its trellises all bending with the weight of vines; the old stone-walled garden, where ripening currants hung like ruby fingers, and the green gooseberries seemed to absorb the very sweetness of the sunshine into their translucent hearts. To her mind it was a deal nicer than the city-flat, with the milkman yelling, the hand-organ droning, the everlast ing clouds of dust. And to-day, when Aunt Themis wanted to go to hear her favorite elder hold forth at camp-meet ing, Dotty volunteered to stay and get the dinner for Reuben and Rankin, her two tall cousins. "La, child!" said Aunt Themis, "you don't know nothin' about cookin'." "But indeed 1 do," asseverated Dotty. "I can make a chicken fricassee as well as you, Aunt Themy. I watched the way you did it last Saturday; and I know I can turn out a first-class cherry tart." "Well," said Aunt Themis, a little doubtfully, "anyhow, there's plenty of good rye-bread and new milk, and nobody needn't to starve on that. And be sure, Dotty, you keep the doors bolted, and don't let tramps in, and don't forget that brood of young turkeys in the barn chamber, and blow the dinner horn at twelve precisely; and don't on no account leave the milk-room door open, for that new cat is the theivingest creeter you ever did see." "Oh, I'll take care!" said Dotty, with the reckless audacity of ignorance. "Everything shall be quite quite right! You'll see, Aunt Themis." And after the old lady had departed, with many misgivings, Dotty drew a long breath of rapture, and executed an impromptu dance in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Only think!" she said, addressing the cat in the corner—"the whole house all to myself! Won't I get a superb dinner for Reuben and Rankin? I'll make a meringue tart, and ice ci earn, and vanilla puffs, and chocolate cake, and I'll try my hand at mock turtle soup, and cream candy, and black coffee! And how I will sur prise them! And as for bolting the doors, how utterly ridiculous it would he to shut out the beautiful sunshine, and the butterflies, and the sweet scented air! This house always smells like blue mould when Aunt Themis is here; and of course nobody could get in while I am here!" So Dotty skimmed the pans for cream to make the ice cream, and stirred up the vanilla puffs, and grated chocolate for the cake, and put the two fat, little white chickens into the pot for the fricassee; and then, feeling herself every inch a housekeeper, she frisked away up stairs to make the beds. But there was no question of beds, when once she was up stairs, where a huge old chest of some dark-stained wood stood open, near the landing. ahe Mtllheim journal. DETNIIMGER & BUMTLL.ER, Editors and Proprietors. VOL. LVII. "The old oak chest!" cried Dotty, who was full of romance as a white ciovrr blossom is of sweetness. "And to think that Aunt Themis never let mo look into it before!" There was nothing very particular, after all, in it. Only stuffy-smelling blankets, a moth-eaten gown or two, the brass buttoned military coat in which Uncle Amaniah—dead these ten years—had been wont to "rally" on training days. "Pshaw!" said Dotty. "There ought to .have been a forgotten will there, or a skeleton, at the very least. It's a humbug, that old chest" Just as this reflection passed through her mind, a whining, nasal voice sounded at the bottom of the little wooden stairway, which wound up like a corkscrew from below. "Any old clothes to exchange for beautiful china vases, lady? Any cold victuals for a poor man?" He was a stalwart, black-browed fellow, with villainous, slit-like eyes, and a tattered velveteen suit; and Dotty's heart stood still with terror for a second. Oh, if she had only obeyed her Aunt Themis and locked up those doors! "No!" she said, shortly. "Go away." "Don't be hard on a poor fellow, miss!" whined the man. And Dotty was quite certain that she saw tho spout of Aunt Themis' eld solid silver cream jug protruding from the flaps of his ragged velveteen pocket. At the same moment, he began ascending the stairs with insolent deliberation. In an instant all the doubts, tho dreads, the possibilities, the horrors of the situation, glanced across Dotty's mind. Reuben and Rankin were in the dis tant meadow cutting grass; the tin horn, by means of which she usually summoned them, was hanging up down stairs at the back of the kitchen door. Not a neighbor lived within sight or ca. ll Aid here she was at this steaiihy faced brute's mercy. Would he gag hot ? Would he murder her? What was to become of Aunt Themis' gold beads and Reuben's new breast pin, besides all the nice old silver which had descended to them from Grandmother Bluffet? "No," said Dotty to herself; "for myself I do not care. But the silver ?hall be protected!" With a quick glimpse of inspiration, she advanced toward the shambling fellow with the sinister face. "There are some old garments in that big chest," said she. "You may look at them; perhaps they will be what you want!" The eyes of the sinister man, who had by this time reached the top of the stairs, glistened. lie promptly ad vanced, and bending over the side of the monster chest, peered into its depths. " 'Most anvthing'll work in in mv • O v trade," said he. "I ain't no ways pa'tickler, because—" Now was Dotty's time. As lie bent over, with at least two-thirds of his boiy in the old chest, she sprang alertly forward, and bundled the other third into the stuffy recesses. The tramp dropped like a huge over grown kitten into the flannel blankets. In a second, Dotty had the lid shut down, and had turned the key. "Now I've got you!" said Dotty, all triumphant, though dishevelled. "Oh, yes! kick and pound all that you like, but you'll not get out until Reuben and Rankin are here!" And flying down stairs, she seized the old tin horn and blew a blast which echoed like the "Horn of Roncesvalles" over hill and dale. Reuben, swinging his scythe on the side hill, stopped to listen, Rankin dropped his whetstone, and Miles Ruggles, the hired man, cried out: "Je-ru-salera! it ain't twelve o'clock yet!" "There's something up, anyhow!" cried Reuben, making a grasp at the linen coat which hung on the nearest tilberry bush. "Mother ain't home, and Dotty is all alone!" exclaimed Rankin. "Wal, ef there's anything extraordi nary on the carpet," declared Miles, "I ain't a-goin' to be left out in the cold." Up hill and down dale, over log bridged streams and across hummocky swamp hastened the three brave re cruits, without loss of time, and rushed, all abreast, into the kitchen door. Dotty stood there, with the broom in one hand, and a saucepan of boiling water in the other, pale but resolute. "Dorothy!" cried Reuben, "what on earth is the matter?" "He's up stairs!" gasped Dotty. "Who is up stairs?" demanded Ran kin as he reached down a loaded re volver from the very top shelf in an odd little three-cornered cupboard. "And I think he's kicking through the side of the chest," faltered Dotty, clinging to Rankin's arm. MILLIIEIM, PA., TIIUHSDAY, NOVB.MBISH 22, 1883 "Je-rusuiem!" again remarked Miles Ruggles, under his breath. "Who?" persisted Reuben. "What chest ?" "The burglar!" said Dotty. "Me'i in the old chest up stairs. 1 tipped him into it. And, oh, I was afraid afterward that he would suffocate to death, because ho was so still for a minute or two!" "Astonished, maybe," suggested Miles Ruggles, under his breath. should a-been, 1 know." "Rut when he began to kick," said Dotty, with a little gasping breath, "and swear, 1 knew he was all right." "1 should think so!" said Reuben, with a lowering brow. "How did the villain get in, Dotty?" "I—loft all the doors open," confessed Dotty, with a conscience-stricken air. "Aunt Themis told me not to; but J thought there was no harm, And 1 had hardly got up stairs, when he came shuilling up, and I saw the old silver milk jug in his pocket. lie wanted old clothes; and 1 told him we had some in the chest; and when he stooped over to look, 1 just pushed him in." "Brave little her ine!" said Rankin. "And locked it tight," nodded Dotty. "The best thing you could have done," declared Reuben, admiringly. ••Je-rusalem!" commented Miles Ruggles, smiting the kitchen table with one horny palm. So up they proceeded, in solid phalanx, and released the velveteen captive, who was very sullen and com pletely bathed with perspiration,in con sequence of the vain efforts he had made to get free. "Come!" roared Reuben, who was a young giant of six feet odd inches, and broad proportionately, as the miserable prisoner scrambled out and stood cowering before them, "what are yon doing here?" "Old clothes in exchange for china vases!" he faintly stammered. "Then what are you doing with oui silver milk pitcher and ten forks in your coat pockets?" demanded Reuben. "And what the Je-rusalem business hev you a-prowlin' round and scarin' the women folks?" said Miles Buggies, coming valiantly to the front. "Here, Rankin, I'll get up the old o'ne-hos wagon—your ma's got the shay—an' cart the feller off to Justice Gilliland's. He'll settle him in quick time, 1 tell ye what. Jest tie the fellow's hands, and make him all ship-shape. That's all I ask of you!" So the sinister scoundrel, in black velveteen, was borne unceremoniously off by stout Miles Ruggles, as the first stage toward a two years' captivity in the nearest states prison; and Dotty was relieved at last from the incubus of his presence. First she laughed at Rankin's idea that she was a heroine, and then she cried and shuddered at her vivid per ception of the terror she had endured. "But, Reuben and Rankin," she said, "you must promise solemnly now—never to tell Aunt Themis that I disobeyed her and left the door open.'' And the two young men bound themselves solemnly ever to keep the vow of eternal silence upon the sub ject. "Since there is really no harm done," said Reuben, laughing. "Except Dotty's fright," said Ran kin, quite seriously. So the chicken fricassee was made, and the vanilla puffs; but the ice cream was postponed indefinitely, and the chocolate cake remained forever a disembodied ideal. And it took the two young men all the afternoon to console Dotty. And when Aunt Themis came home, full of the preacher, and the brethren, and the camp meeting, they all listen ed in dutiful silence, and she never once mistrusted that anything had happened. "But I'm sure," whispered Dotty to Rankin, when they went out together to get a puil of spring water, "it will always be a lesson in obedience to me.' —Helen Forrest Graves. A Mongol Characteristic. "With many good qualities, and with almost a superabundance of religion, the Mongols have no love of truth, and are wont to despise a man who cannot meet the stress of daily events by an apt lie. On one occasion, traveling with a guide over the desert, Mr. Gil mour was frequently asked whether he carried a revolver. lie constantly made the truthful reply that he did not. This so aroused the fear and excited the indignation of the guide that his employer's sad state became a matter of deep thought, resulting in this solu tion. He suggested that to all future queries Mr. Gilmour should reply "Supposingl have, what then? Sup posing I have not, what then V" The canny Scotch wit of the missionary led him to learn a lesson even from a Mon gol. "I saw no harm in this form of answer, agreed to use it, and have often since staved off in the same manner impertinent questions." A P." PER Fjn THE HOME CIRCLE. TIIE OSTRJCII. Qnrrr Habits of a Peculiar 111 id —How til® Ostrich I t lluuted. A letter to the New York Times de scribes the ostrich farm at Anaheim, Cal. Dr. Sketchley, owner of the farm, on which there are twenty-one birds, said to the writer: "They lay eggs every other day. Age does not affect them, lhavoscen a pair of birds which were 82 years old and they were just as valuable for breeding and feather raising as over. IVere they decrepit? You could not tell the difference in any way between them and very much younger birds. I have known birds 30 years old, a pair, valued at i'looo. You can see the chances here. If the birds are in proper condition I expect that wo shall have 600 chickens in a year. The difficulty in ostrich farming is in raising the chickens. They catch cold. But when they are over a month old they are all right. Ostriches have no disease that I know of, and I have Lad eight years' experience with them. When a chicken is 6 months old the value of its feathers is about if 10; when it is 14 months old the value is between S2O and S3O, and when the bird is between 3£ and 4 years old the value is about $250 annually. Sixteen years ago the business of ostrich farm ing was begun; now $40,000,000 are invested in it." An ostrich is apparently about the most ill-tempered bird in existence. They never acquire a fondness for any one. They have no particular prefer ence ordinarily as to mating. They are always on the lookout to kick some one, and if the kick has the intended effect it is pretty sure to be fatal. The blow is aimed forward, and is accu rate. For this reason the person who pulls the stocking over the ostrich's head at the time when the feathers are to be cut must be wary and experi enced. As l)r. Sketchley walked along by the corrals, of which there are about a baker's dozen, the ostriches, with a few exceptions, followed along with an evident desire to get a kick at him. A Chinaman carrying a scythe along by one of the corrals was at once an object of provocation to the ostrich es in that corral and of fear to Dr. Sketchley. Tho latter tried to make the Chinaman understand that there was danger to the precious birds from tho scythe should they kick through. Tho birds, when they found that the Chinaman was out of their reach, lay down in the dust of the corral and, rocking violently from side to side, beat their bodies with their heads with all their available force, which from the sound seemed to be considerable. It was such a sound as might come from a muffled drum. Having in dulged in this outburst for awhile.they stalked about with that peculiar gait, which seemed to be their property in common only with the camel or drom edary; then they again lay in the dust and repeated the drumming opera tion. Dr. Sketchley succeeded in catch ing one by the neck, but did not hold it He also put his hand into the mouth of one to show that it had no strength in its jAws. Their diet is mainly alfalfa and barley, with cab bage, turnips, and potatoes thrown in as a sort of ostrich dessert. The diet would alone Indicate the lack of strength in the jaws. Before they reach that culmination of anger which results in the prostration and drum ming, they emit a loud hiss like a goose, opening the mouth to such an extent as to look like a letter V lying on one side and stretched very wide apart. The danger is all from the one toed feet, with the obviously prodigious muscle of leg and thigh to propel them. A striking difference exists between the corraled and farmed ostriches and those running over the African deserts, inasmuch as the latter never fight. Dr. Sketchley hunted for nine months in the desert. The birds have to be hunted scientifically. Certain facts are known, one being that the birds will always run in a semicircle. First they will run with the wind, that they may use their wings to help them. After they get what the sailors call "a head wind," they go around the other way. They must be run down. One horse cannot "wind" them. The great trouble is to keep them in sight. They will run 40 miles on a stretch. If they ever get a breathing spell they will get away. Tne hunter starts out with a fresh horse. A Bushman boy rides i another and leads one. As soon as it is seen which way the bird will run, the boy takes his cue and drives to where he thinks the hunter will need the fresh horse. In the meantime tho ' ostrich singled out for the chase and the hunter are speeding along like the wind, the latter straining every nerve to keep in sight of the bird and the bird making its mo3t prodigious strides for freedom. A great deal now de pends on the Bushman boy's judgment, i in having the fresh liorse at the right I place, that no time may be wasted. It is seldom that tho boy makea a mis take. The hunter leaps on the fresh horse and gains on tho bird, which, growing tired, goes more and more awkwardly. Tho hunter has only, when ho catches It, to raj) It on the head with his hunting whip and the chase is over. There aro really only two kinds of ostriches, the North Afri can and South African birds. The males aro black and the females drab. All aro of one color, drab, until alter they aro two years old. One of tho most singular features is the location of the ostrich's stomach. He carries it on his back between ids shoulders, and the food can be seen winding around inside of his neck to get at this out-of-the-way receptacle. Although there is a great deal of chafing against the corrals in case of fright, tiie plumage, for which alone the birds aro of value, does not seem to suffer much. All of tho flock ap pear to be in line feather. The plum age is soft, silky, clean, and glossy as it grows, and is all ready for market- Speaking of tho relative value of the birds, Dr. Sketchley said that, while one might yield more feathers or prove a better breeder, he averaged them. The value is determined mainly by breeding qualities. The ostrich is con sidered a chicken until it is I' 2 months old, a feather bird only until about 3J years old, and at 4 years it should breed. The most valuable breeding birds .are called "guarantee birds," from the discovery that their eggs will hatch. The average life is supposed to be about 100 years among long-lived birds. These birds are now between 8 ami 9 years old. Should they live and the experiment prove successful, Southern California may yet contain thousands of ostriches. How Ono Novel was Written. Wilkie Collins writes most of his novels with his own hand, but now and then rheumatic gout gives him such a pain that he cannot hold a pen, and then he employs an amanuensis. The greater part of "The Moonstone" was dictated, and Mr. Collins says it is the only one of his works which he lias never read. The recollection of the agony he suffered while dictating it deters him. "For a long time, while that book was writing," he says, i had the utmost difficulty in getting an amanuensis who would go on with his work without interrupting himself to sympathize with me. lam much like a beast in many ways—if I am in pain, I must howl; and, as 1 lay in the bed in the corner yonder, I would of ten break forth in a yell of anguish Then my amanuensis would urge me to compose myself and not to write any more. Between the paragraphs I would go along nicely enough, hav ing in my mind just what I wanted to say, and these interruptions would drive mad. Finally a young girl, not more than seventeen, offered to help me, and 1 consented that she should, in case she was sure she could let me howl and cry out in my pain while she kept her place at the table. She did it, too, and "The Moonstone" finally came to an end. But I never read it —never." A Man Snpcrior to his Fate. A man who had by dint of sheer courage and energy overcome almost insuperable difficulties, and showed that life, even when it seems almost a curse, may be well worth living, died last week at Arare, in the canton of Geneva Jean Trottet, the man in question, was born in 1831, without hands and without feet. His short arms were pointed, and his legs such as they were, not being available for progression, he was able to move only by twisting his body from side to side. His case greatly interested the sur geons of the neighborhood, and local Barnums made the parents, well to-do peasants, many tempting offers to turn their child's misfortune to account by exhibiting him about the country. But these offers were invariably declined, and when Jean was old enough he was sent to school. In writing he held his pen at the bend in the elbow, and as he grew old er he took great interest in husband ry, became an active haymaker, used the reins with dexterity, and was so good a shot that he often carried off first prize at the village tirs. He en joyed, too, some reputation for sagaci ty, was consulted by his neighbors on matters of importance, and has left behind him a widow and four child ren amply provided for. She Never Did. "I can't carry this bundle," said a wife to her husband. "I can't," the husband replied, "for I have to carry the two children." "But you ought to have some con sideration for me," the wife continued. •You must think I'm a wagon." "Oh, no, my dear, I don't think you are a wagon. A wagon holds its tongue, but you never do." — Arkansas Traveler. Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance SCIENTIFIC SCBAI'S. A now vegetable parasite, happlo ooccus reticulatus, has been discovered In pork by Dr. Zopf. It was found in from thirty to forty per cent, of the entire number of animals examined. Parasites of oscillating form have been discovered in the nil corpuscles of the blood of persons suffering from malaria. They exist in numbers suffi ciently large to obstruct the capillary tubes. Their growth in a gelatine basis stops when quinine is added. Cattle, a writer says, are maliciously destroyed in India by wounding them with a spike molded from the seeds of the Arbus precatonios. Death ensues on the second day,but the seeds have little or no bad effect when taken internally. It is reported that Dr. T. W. X. Greene states that he practised for four years in a province of Montevideo, where the population, practically speak ing, subsisted entirely upon meat, and yet scurvy was not known amonp them notwithstanding. Dr. 11. Muller observes that blues, reds and certain violets are more at tractive to bees than other shades of color. .Scarlets, oranges an I some oth er loud colors, which the flowers ol not a few plants having also an unat tractive odor appear to possess, repel the honey-gathering insects. The Journal of Science is the au thority for the .assertion that some persons who are particularly sensitive to the bites of gnats and midges expe rience a return of the original irrita tion at regular intervals of twelve and twenty-four hours. This fact, if fact •t be, would seem to lend strength to the opinion that gnats and mosquitoes are the bearers of the germs of mala rial fever. Dynamite must go to the rear as the great explosive and make way for panelastite, a free translation of which term is "smash all." It is a liquid and is said to be composed of bisulphide of carbon and hyponitric acid. It re quires a greater shock than dynamite to explode it, and each of its compon ents is non-explosive by itself. When combined the result is terrific. In 1878 a remarkable discovery of bones of the fossil monsters known as iguanodons was made in a coal-mine of Belgium. Three years were occu pied in removing the remains, which are supposed to belong to twenty-three skeletons. One of the skeletons is now mounted in the animal's semi erect position, and stands four feet high and extends over a horizontal floor space over twenty-three feet in length. A Bat Can See With Its Wins*. There is a singular property with which the bat is endowed,too remarka ble and curious to be passed altogether unnoticed. The wings of these crea tures consist of a delicate and nearly naked membrane of great size consid ering the size of the body; but besidei this, the nose is, in some varieties, fur nished with a membraneous foliation, and in others the external membrane ous ears are greatly developed. These membraneous tissues have their sensi bility so high that something like a new sense is thereby developed, as if in aid of the sense of sight The modi lied impressions which the air in qui escence or in motion, however slight, communicates the tremulous jar of its currents, its temperature, the inde scribable conditions of such portions of air as are in contact with different bodies, are all apparently appreciated by the bat. If the eyes of the bat be covered up, or if he be cruelly deprived of sight, it will pursue its course about a room with a thousand obstacles in its way, avoiding thein all, neither dashing against a wall nor touching the smallest thing, but threading its way with the utmost precision and quickness, and passing adroitly through apertures or interspaces of threads placed purposely across the apartment. This endowment, which almost exceeds belief, has been abundantly demon strated.—Forest and Stream. Lamp Chimneys. The most noted oculists recommend blue, bluish-gray or smoke-colored glasses as a protection for weak eyes against the unpleasant effects of red, orange and yellow light. On the same principle, remarks a scientific paper, the trying reddish yellow light of can dles and gas may be pleasantly mod ified by the use of chimneys or globes Shades colored in light marine blue, may aiso be used for the same purpose A remarkably near approach to a light agreeable as daylight is said to be produced by a petroleum lamp with round wick and a light blue chimney of twice the usual length, the latter causing so great a diouth that the petroleum burns with nearly a white flame. NEWSPAPER LAWS. If lubecribera order the dieoontlnrtation of newspaper*, the publisher* may continue to ■end them until all arrearage* are paid. If aubecriber* refuse or neglect to take their newspaper* from the office to which they are sent, they are held responsible until they hare settled the bills ana ordered them dis continued. If enhßcriber* more to other place* with j out informing the publisher, ana the news- Sapera are sent to tne former place of reai enoe, they are then responsible. I ADVUTIibtO RATES t | ————— | wk> J B(l , ijaio.. |m<w. Ill*** ■ t 1 00 | S 00 $ Sno 400 I I • L^uma. •l;l ioi C oolumn ........ §OO tOOI IS 00 JR. J JJi rooiuniosou uooi ooi *\ ~~Ou* inoK inakrat a sqaiii*. Arimmmtraioni M<l El tea torn' Kctlctt $2.60. Tr.n*int Klr,<rtinf>nionU aod locals 10 cents imt line for first iaserUim tad 6 oaata per • (lae (or eoob additions! insertion. NO. 46. The Hnsle of HU Chla. I'm quit* * musie-loving man, And would go far to hear Some GermAu, or an African, Whose tone* are sweet and dear. But pave me from the person who Will evermore begin, Determined he will put one through The music oi his chin. I cannot sing tha old songs, I "hough I can get them oheap; Their memory to the past belongs, Bo let th< in idly sleep. But worse than old song* is the friend Who seeks yonr time to win. And who, when started, will not end The musio of his chin. I've heard steam whistles, brazen gongs. And bells of every tone; Fye heard the shouts ol maddened throngs, . And heard a jackass groan. I've heard a lemale lecturer sneer On wioked men and sin; These are as nanght, for now I hear The mnsic ol his chin. Eugene Field, in Chicago Newt. HUMOROUS. The dentists take the stump during a political campaign. Our babies—With all their faults we love them still; not noisy. Has it ever occurred that a milk pitcher is generally a good flycatcher? A little book just published is en titled "How to Talk." A copy should be placed in the hands of every barber in the land. The rain falls alike upon the just and the unjust; but it is the unjust who steal the umbrellas and let the just feel the rain. Speaking of visiting, does it ever occur to you that the telephone girl answers more "calls" in one day than other ladies do in a month ? It is the sagacious remark of a keen observer of tourists, and he offers it to the travelling public, that you can generally tell a newly-married couplf at the dinner-table by the indignation of the husband when a fly alights on he wife's butter. If you are particularly anxious to abuse a man; don't call him a fool, he might be annoyed; don't call him a rascal, he might knock you down; quietly remark, with a heavenly Bmile, "Sir, you present a fine large margis for improvement" "It is passing strange,'* mused tha philosopher, "that so many people have died during the last decade, and yet so few of them have come back." Then his wife hit him over the ear with a hassock, and told him to go down to the grocery and get some red herrings for breakfast M. Wiggles worth's madame: 'Tt is something I can't understand," said Mrs. Wigglesworth, laying down the paper, "why every Frenchman's first name begins with an M. Here's M. Ferry and M. Wilson and M. Grevy and a dozen more. Must bother the Postmaster terribly. n -Rockland Cour ier-Gazette. Clothing and Bodily Heat. The thinnest veil is a vestment in the sense that it moderates the loss of of heat which radiation causes the naked body to experience. In the same way a clouded sky protects the earth against too great cooling in spring nights. In covering ourselves with multiple envelopes of which we augment the protecting thickness ac cording to the rigor of the seasons, we retard the radiation from the body by causing it to pass through a series of stages, or by providing relays. The linen, the ordinary dress and the cloak constitute for us so many artificial epi dermises, The heat that leaves the skin goes to warm these superposed envelopes; it passes through them the more slowly in proportion as they are poorer conductors; reaching the sur face, it escapes, but without making us feel the chills which direct contact with the atmosphere occasions, for our clothes catch the cold for us. The hairs and the feathers of animals per form the same function as toward their skin, serving to remove the seat of calorific exchange away from the body. The protection we owe to our clothes is made more effectual by their always being wadded with a stratum of warm air. Each one of us thus has his own atmosphere, which goes with him everywhere, and is renewed without being cooled. The animal also finds under its fur an additional protection in the bed of air that fills the spaces between the hairs; and it is on account of the air they enclose that porous sub stances, furs and feathers keep warm. Experiments to determine the degree of facility with which different sub stances used for clothing allow heat to escape were made by Count Rumford, Senebier, Boeckmann, James Starck and M. Coulier. The results were not in all cases consistent with each other, but they indicated that the property is dependent on the texture of the sub stance rather than on the kind of mate rial, or—as concerns non-luminous heat —its color.—Popular Science Monthly,
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