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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.
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"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.
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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,