jut,
Bellefonte, Pa., August I, 1890.
THE LAND OF USED-TO-BE.
Beyond the purple, hazy trees
Of summer’s utmost boundaries;
Beyond the sands, beyond the seas,
Beyond the range of eyes like these,
And only in the range of the
Enraptured gaze of memory,
There lies a land long lost to me,
The land of Used-to-be.
A land enchanted, such as swung
In golden seas when sirens clung
Along their dripping brinks, and sung
To Jason in that mystic tongue
That dazed men with its melody ;
Oh, such a land, with such a sea
Kissing its shores eternally,
Is the fair Used-to-be.
A land where music ever girds
The air with belts of singing birds,
And sows all sounds with such sweet words,
That even in the lowing herds
A meaning lives #0 sweet to me,
Lost laughter ripples limpidly
From lips brimmed o'er with all the glee
Of rare old Used-to-be.
Lost langhter and the whistled tunes
Of boyhood’s mouth of erescent runes,
That rounded through long afternoons,
To serenading plenilunes,
When starlight fell so mistily
That, peering up from bended knee,
1 dreamed twas bridal drapery
Hung over Used to-be.
Oh, land, of love and dreamy thoughts,
And shining fields and shady spots,
0, coolest, greenest, grassy plots,
Embossed with wild forget-me-nots,
And all the blooms that cunningly
Lift their sweet faces up to me
Out of the past; I'kiss in thee
The lips ot Used-to-be.
I love ye all, and with wet eyes
Turned glimmeringly on the skies,
My blessings like your perfume rise,
Till 0’er my soul a silence lies
Sweeter than any song to me,
Sweeter than any melody,
Of its sweet echo, yes, all three,
My dreams of Used-to-be !
i —James WhitecombRiley.
Powderly’s Fourth of July Speech at
Priceburg.
His Text the Declaration of Indepen-
dence. :
‘We make the following extract from
an address delivered by Mr. Powderly
to the Knights of Labor at Priceburg,
Luzerne county, on the 4th of July,
inst,
Mr. Powderly said: On coming
here this afternoon I did not know but
what it might have escaped the thought
of those who preceded me on this plat-
form to read, or refer to, the Declara-
tion of American Indepenedence. I
took with me a copy of that immortal
document, and, with your permission,
will make it the text for my sermon of
this afternoon, I will admit that be-
fore I get through reading it some one
may shout ‘‘chestnats,” and to many
this Declaration may not sound strange
or new. I hope that it is so familiar to
the majority that it may appear almost
as a chestnut, but I doubt it. Written
over a hundred years ago, of a condi-
tion which existed then, we wonder on
reading it over r.ow, in the closing days !
of the nineteenth century-—a century in
which the advances of civilization are
more worthy of record than in all of its
predecessors—how it comes that the in-
dictment drawn up against the English
king applies with snch startling force to
the agencies we now find usurping the
“divine right of kings” and making
glaves of men who proudly but
thoughtlessly, boast of their freedom
—that freedom which they claim came
down to us from revolutionary sires as
a heritage to be enjoyed in the full
glare of the sun of universal liberty.
Are we the free people we imagine we
are? Do we as fully appreciate the
blessings of liberty as we think we do?
Let us analyze our feelings as we pe-
ruse this Declaration and not the changes
that have taken place, and then let us
ask ourselves whether the conditions
now confronting us are the conditions
that our sires intended to present to
us on the threshold of the twentieth
century. Not long since the Humane
Society of Philadelphia went around
asking for signers to a petition to the
Czar of Russia craving clemency at his
hands for the poor wretches who had
incurred his displeasure and in punish-
ment were sent to the fastnesses of Sib-
eria to atone for what, to us,might appear
as the highest attributes of manhood.
This petition was signed by clergymen,
lawyer, doctors and business men of all
kinds, and it is presumed that it is now
in the hands of the Czar. While that
document was being circulated in the
city of brotherly love the cry of deep
distress was going up to high heaven
from men and women equally as good
as those in Russia. It went went up
from the starving mouths of those who
had committed no crime, unless it be
a crime to feel that the independence
guaran ‘eed in this document is a living
truth instead of a living lie. The min-
ers of Punxsutawny were out on the
streets; they were starving ; they were
subject, not to the Czar of Russia. four
thousand miles away, but to an Amer-
ican Czar, who punished them, not be-
cause they asked for liberty, but for
bread. Not a solitary petition went up
to the owners of these mines ; tut then
none of the residents of Philadelphia
owned stock in the Empire of Russia;
they were not partners with the Czar in
gathering 1n the money wrung from the
sweating frames of his subjects; and I
fear that the very Heavens would rend
in twain before the cry of the working-
men of the Keystone State would so far
operate as to bring forth a petitition
asking for clemency for the starving |
people of this State. Though no Czar
rules here with autocratic sway, the
rule of wealth iz as absolute, as heart-
less, as tyrannical and as exacting as the
rule of any Czar could possibly be.
The chains are not known by that name
but they bind as fast as those that fet-
ter the limbs of the slaves of Russia, and
they cut as deeply into the hearts of
men of thought as can the chains that
gall the limbs of Russian serfs. I de-
voutly hope that they will continue to
gall, to burn and pain until at last the
ople of this land will assert their man-
ood and rise to the full dignity of
American independence and make a
brilliant, blazing truth of that which is
now scoffed at as a mere ideal of men
who lived a hundred years ago. 1 will
read the Declaration of Indpendence, or
as much of it as may be necessary, and
you must pardon me if I comment on
it as I proceed. It begins:
“When, in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary for one people to
dissolve the political bands which have
connected them with another, and as-
sume among the powers of the earth
the separate and equal station to which
the laws of nature and of nature’s God
entitle them, a decent respect to the
opinions of mankind requires that they
should declare the causes which impel
them to the separation.”
Does it not seem as if that Declara-
tion could be made to day? Should
we not make an effort to dissolve the
political bands which have connected
the vital interests of the American peo-
ple with the trusts, combines and mon-
opolies of the present age? Are we
not bound down to-day beneath the rule
of a more soulless tyrant than was the
English king a century since? Is it
rot high time for us to cazt about fora
means of separation, and should we not
declare the causes which impel us to
shake off the yoke of monopoly when
we seek for the final separation? The
bands which connect us in the Keystone
State with the great corporate interests
were not of our forging; they were
riveted in the State Capital and were
bought by money which was wrung
from the wage-earners of the State;
they are not of our seeking, and are all
the more galling to thinking men, for
they represent the rule of money and
not intelligence or honesty.
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After reading that part of the Decla-
ration which says “all men are created
equal,” and ‘‘are entitled to life, liberty
and the pursmit of happiness,” Mr.
Powderly went on to say :
I believe that all men are created
equal, but do they continue to be equal
during the race of life ? Men may be
created equal, but the conditions of life
and the means of gaining a living are so
anequal that it appears to many that
that Declarationis an untruth. I hold
that itis as true to-day asa hundred
years ago. While men arecreated equal
they may grow up differently, and some
may not possess the keen, busines-like
faculties of others, and as a eonsequence,
they are at the mercy of those who,
sharper than themselves, are enabled by
the existence ofa pernicious system to
rob them of the rewards of their labor.
If to every man belongs the “right to
life, liberty and the pursuitofhappiness,”
then there exists no power under God
that can take away that right, and a
“long continued train of abuses’ cannot
obscure the truth or take away from the
poorest of mankind the rights guaran-
teed to him by that Declaration and by
his Creator.
I said they cannot be taken away, but
they have been taken, they have been
stolen, from men who walk the earth in
poverty, men who are as good as we are
and who have not done anything to con-
demn them to lives of slavery and mis-
ery. ‘To secure these rizhts govern-
ments are instituted among men.”
How can a government be said to se-
cure these rights to men when it has
{ passed into the hands of the enemies of
! these men ? (Can our own government
I be said to havesuch an object in view
when it gives millions of acres with a
lavish hand to the rich already, and, on
the other hand, taxes the clothes off the
backs of the men who work ? Is it se-
curing the man of to-day in the right to
pursue happiness to keep it just in front
of him all the time, but allowing other
men to place such obstacles in his path-
way that life’s dreary journey will be no
more before the pursuit is at an end?
Is it to be understood that we
are only to pursue happiness but never
to overtake it ? “That to secure these
rights governments are instituted among
men, deriving their just powers from
the consent of the governed.” Does it
exist now by the consent of the govern-
ed, and do those who make and unmake
laws and statutes seek the consent of the
governed before acting ? Tet us see. I
referred to the Czar of the Russias a
moment ago. His power, as compared
with that exercised by some men who
govern in the United States, is absolute-
ly insignificant. Russia has one auto-
crat, and he rules by some shadow of
right ; but the czars of this nation rule
more despotically than he, and the will-
ing serfs are not bound by any obliga-
tion, human or divine, to obey—but
they obey as surely as do the subjects of
the Russian monarch. A few weeks
ago the question of fixing the place
where the World's Fair would be -held
was under discussion. I do not care
where it is held, for onespot is the same
to me as another on this continent; but
New York City stood a chance of get-
ting the Fair and the whim of one man
in the Empire State threw the people of
that State into confusion. His narrow,
vindictive views could not be changed,
his partisan bias stood higher than love
of country or pride of home, and, rather
than yield, the Fair went to Chicago.
Boss Platt was the autocrat there. Had
the English king remained undisturbed
in his jurisdiction over the colonies he
could not have done that, and to admit
that the intelligent people of this age
will allow such a thing to be done is to
say that we are not quite fit to govern
ourselves yet, particularly so since we
allow such dictation from party bosses.
Here in our own State we have anoth-
er illustration of what one man can do.
For months the papers of all parties as-
serted that Matthew Stanley Quay
would nominate a certain man for Gov-
ernor. Long before a single delegate
was chosen by the people that statement
was made, and notwithstanding the re-
cord that is credited to that man, thers
was not independence enough in the
1 party he belongs to to dispute his will.
The man of his choice was nominated,
and, if true as reported, he is the favor-
ed son of the Standard Oil Company—
one of the giant monopolies of the world.
The wishes, the will and the votes of the
men of this State who belong to that
party were asso much chaff before the
wind, and when the convention assem-
i bled at Harrisburg he had everything his
own way. If Delamater 1s electedhe will
‘be Governor. Will he govern by the
consent of the governed or by the will
and consent of Mr. Quay, or the Stand-
ard Oil Company ? T 'am not talking
. as a partisan, and if I am wreng, then
1 have been misled by the papers of
this State, Republican as well as Demo-
cratic, for they all asserted that this
thing would take place. How many of
those before me who are Republicans
took a part in nominating Mr. Delamat-
er ? If there is one man here whose con-
sent to be governed by him was asked
before the convention, if there is one
man here who was requested to signify
his consent to have that man nominated,
let him come up on this platform and
tell how it was done. [A pause of a
moment.] No one stirs.
®t ow RR * % % x
Have we a law in this State that se-
cures the voter in the right to vote
free from the scrutiny of an outsider?
Stand at any polling-place in this State
where corporate interests are at stake
and there will you see the agent of the
corporation on election day. The man
who peddles the ticket that corporation
is interested in will be under the scruti-
ny of the paid agent of the corporation,
and the men who toil for a living un-
der that boss or that corporation must
take their tickets from that ticket ped-
dler, or they take their chances of con-
tinuing in the service of that company
any longer. It has even gone so far
that some employers say that they have
the right to- discharge the man who
does not vote as they dictate, who
dares to vote against their wishes and
interests. The machinery is now work-
ing to grind the faces of the poor
when they attempt to vote for them-
selves, and until we secure a secret
ballot we cannot be said to be free
men. :
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“All experience hath shown that man-
kind are more disposed to suffer ,while
evils are sufferable, than to right them-
selves by abolishing the forms to which
they are accustomed.” Unfortunately
that is too true, but there comes a day
and a time when it ceases to be within
the possibilities to effect a change, and
unless L am mistaken the people of
this State will have to awaken very
scon, or it will be too late to abolish
the forms which are becoming so op-
pressive to thoughtful men. I can
conceive of nothing so terrible as to be
governed by the agents of trusts and
monopolies, Our public servants are
being sent to prison day after day for
falling victims to the influence of those
who have the money to buy them away
from their allegiance to the masses,
and a “long train of abuses and usurpa-
tions,” pursuing invariably the same
object, evinces a design to reduce us
under the absolute despotism of the
moneyed men of the nation. Is it not
our right to throw off such a form of
government ? Is it not to our shame
that it can with truth be said that the
bosses of parties, and not the masses
of the parties, do the nominating?
Can we call ourselves anything but
slaves when we submit to such a rule
without even an intelligent protest ?
We need “new guards for our future
security,” and they will come only as
we get together to talk over such mat-
ters as these. We should not walk up
to the polling-places as we do and
take the word of any man for the
deed we do at the polls. A careful
and rigid investigation should be made
by every voter of every charge made
against every party and every candi-
date before a vote is cast, and no
man should vote upon the statement
of any other man without a careful
scrutiny into the motives of that other
man as well as the statement he
makes.
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One hundred years ago we had
one king of limited powers. He was
far away, and his sway was not ab-
solute. Now we have a hundred kings,
uncrowned ones, it is true,but monarchs
of unlimited power, for they rule
through the wealth that they possess.
They are not far away, but reside with-
in our boundaries, and over the poor
their sway is most absolute. The
enchroachments of these kings are
making paupers of our workmen, they
are driving men of small means to
the wall, and they are crowding oth-
ers not so rich as they until they
make terms by which the masses are
robbed. We hear a great deal about
anarchy, and we are apt to denounce
it, but its parent is allowed to go
on unmolested. A few years ago a
few anarchists were strangled to death
in Chicago for incitiig to riot, and
those who make rioters of peaceable
men and women are not called to an
account. Who represents the worst
form of anarchy—Albert R. Pa:sons
or Matthew Stanley Quay? Parsons
merely advised violence, but Quay
practices it in setting aside the will
of the people, and, when I refer to Quay,
Idoso only as he represents a class
that stands as a menace to our free
institutions.
General Grant’s Widow.
Mrs. General Grant seems to have
found the elixir of youth. Although
sixty-six she 1s as agile as a woman of
thirty, enjoys perfect health, and bar-
ring the weakness of her eyes, which
were never strong, her faculties are as
keen as they ever were. The gray in her
hair is hardly noticeable, her face is
plump and of good color, and her inter-
est in the affairs of the world covers
both continents. Any day in the week
she may be seen going to her carriage
from her house in East Sixty-sixth strect.
She has a tall, yellow-whiskered but-
ler, with a back like a press-board,
who opens the plate-glass vestibule doors
when she passes, hops down the stone
stoop and stations himself at the coupe
with the door in his hand. Mrs. Grant
dresses in rich black abby cloths or silk
frabrics, every fold of which seems
breathing forth the perfume of some
oriental blossom. Her earrings are set
with fiery solitaires, magnificent in col-
or and size, and through the twisted
silk mitts that cover her. hands the
glint of pearls and the flash of diamonds
may be seen.— New York. World.
Enforce the Law,
There is a law in Pennsylvania which
makes it a misdemeanor infany one to
“playfully or wantonly point or dis-
charge a gun, pistol or other firearm at
any other person.” Yet persons are
continually violating this act with fatal
results. The penalty may be a fine not
exceeding one thousand dollars, or im-
prisonment not exceeding ons year, or
either or both, as the court may decide.
This law is thirteen years old. but who
ever heard of its being enforced ? Yet
the accidents resulting from this criminal
carelessness and indifference have occur-
red times without number. The deadly
work goes on without check. Tt is;
time that the law should become better
known through its rigid enforcement.
A Brief History of the Tokay Wines.
The vine yielding the famous Tokay
wines was brought from the isiand of
Cyprus (now Turkish territory) by re-
turning crusaders in the 12th century,
into the Tokay district, in Hungary,
and the attempt was made to acclima-
tize it on the foot-hills of the Carpathian
range of mountains. During the first
few years and even decades no pronounc-
ed success was achieved with the im-
ported vines, the wine rezembling the
product of the common Hungarian grape
and the winegrowers even maintained
that the taste became harsher and more
unpleasant ; after a twenty years trial,
therefore, the attempt was abandoned
and the foreign vines gradually extirpat-
ed by the majority of growers who sup-
planted it with the old home-vine
known as the ‘‘Szamorodnor.”
At this time, so goes the tradition,
there lived a pious hermit, Hierony-
mus, in total seclusion in a small hut
on one of the highest of the hills, isolat-
ed and hardly accessible, but noted for
the grandeur of nature's beauty and
rugedness, Mount Pegyalyaer.
‘When the hermit, who was greatly
interested in growing gocd wines in
his secluded domain, heard of the fail-
ure to acclimatize the at that time
world-famed Cyprus vines, he determin-
ed to repeat the attempt on his moun-
tain. He therefore commissioned a poor
crusader who had become benighted on
the hills, and whom he befriended, to
take his route to the Holy land by way
of the island of Cyprus, and to bring
him some of the famous vines, with all
the information he could gather con-
cerning the building and caring for the
vines in Cyprus.
After years of weary wandering this
crusader really returned and having
faithfully fulfilled his promise and com-
municated the necessary information
with the vine-shoots, Hieronymous
commenced his experiments. Success
immediately attended the work of the
holy man, and the great difference be-
tween the imported and the home wines
became fully apparent in the second
year ; the new wine was of a rich
golden-yellow color, which no Hungar-
ian wine had ever assumed ; the unfer-
mented wine had a pleasant, tantalizing
sweetness of taste, and so fine a bouquet
that the fame of the new wine, called
Tokay, after the district which the
mountain chain crossed, quickly spread
over all Hungary, and gradually over
entire Europe. The secret of the success
of the hermit on the mountain, while
the winegrowers of the valleys had faii-
ed, was clear in that these vines flourigh-
ed only on the mountain sides at high
altitudes.
During the middle ages it was grant-
ed to but few mortals to taste ot these
precious Tokay wines, as shortly after
Pegyalyaer had spread the entire dis-
trict was appropriated by the various
sovereigns of Europe, and the prodace
of the increasing vine-yards was jealous-
ly guarded and found its way exclu-
sively to the winecellars of the Euro-
pean courts ; but even at the courts the
Tokay wine was served by the royal
cup-bearers only on rare and most dis-
tinguished occasions.
Not until the close of the 17th cen-
tury was this usurpation of the districts
annulled, and then many large tracts
were awarded to the nobility of the
country, to Counts Eszerhazy, Szcheny,
Andrassy, and others whose families
have continued almost to this day, and
some of whom still receivea tribute,
called “the tenth,” a very respectable
revenue, as ground rent from the wine-
growers of the distriot.
In the field of medicine this Tokay
wine was only appreciated and adopted
in the early part of this century, as is
quite natural, since the profession could
not well concern themselves with an
article which was so enormously ex-
pensive that their patients were unable
to procure it. In the early part of this
century small tracts of this wine district
at last passed from the hands of the
Hungarian titled magnates into the con-
trol of the general people, and from this
period dates the actual commercial exis-
tence of Tokay Wine, and ulso its adop-
tion as a medicinal tonic. Competition
ensuing the price was gradually reduc-
ad to reasonable limits. enabling the
well-to-do people at last to purchase
it, and quickly giving the Tokay wine
the distinction of being the most popu-
lar medicinal wine. Since then promi-
nent physicians everywhere have ac-
knowledged the superiority of the wine
weak and aged, for women and espec-
ially for children during sickness.
By consulting the adv. columns of
the WarcamaN you will discover,
where this extraordinary wine can be
secured.
Famous Butcher Boys.
* There have been at least five butch-
er’s sons in America whose names have
become well known throughout the
length and breadth of theland. The
original John Jacob Astor was the
son of a butcher in thetown of Waldorf,
Germany, and served an apprenticeship
at the block with his father until he
reached the age of seventeen, and took
tortune at its tide by emigrating to
America. Phil Armour, the big Chica-
go packer and railroad man, says that
he is “only a butcher,” and he was so in
his youth. Forepaugh, the showman,
was the son of a Philadelphia butcher,
and when only nine years old he became
his father’s assistant the little shop that
made them their living.
market. They were Brooklyn boys,
and the first money they put into horse-
flesh amounted to only a few bundred
dollars, which they paid for a partial
interest in a promising colt.— New York
Chatter.
CENTENARY oF THE HigH Srrx HAT.
—dJust one hundred years have elapsed
since the inauguration in Europe of the
high silk hat—yclept ‘the stovepipe’’—
and the centennial anniversary thereof
has been celebrated recently by the hat-
ters of the old world with all the solem-
nity warranted by the occasion. Aceord-
ing to the traditions of the “tiling” fra-
ternity, is was the Quaker hadgear of
Benjumin Franklin which first gave
| the Paris hatters the idea of thet stove-
" pipe,” and that led to its adoptlon.
the fame of the new vintage from Mount
and prescribe it for convalescent, the.
The two great |
turfmen of the day, the Dwyers, started |
in lifeas butchers, and as recently as
1876 they had a stall in Washington |
Frasca RENE
A Missionary’s Terrible Experience.
Father Lawrence, a French mission-
ary who has just gone to the mother
house of the order of the Immaculate
Conception in New York City, has had
a awful twenty-three years’ experience
among the Maoris of New Zeland.
Said be : The people there exhibit soma
of the worst forms of savagery. The
killing of infant children was an ordi-
nary occurrence. I have seen inhuman
mothers take their little ones to the
water's edge, plunge them in until
they died from suffocation and then
rend the tiny, lifeless bodies limb from
limb, I myself have been subjected to
shocking tortures. I have been strung
for ten days by a cord attached to my
hands, which were tied behind my
back ; my toc-nails were torn off, and
see these deep groves in my arms ; they
are the scars remaining where the flesh
was cut from the wrist to the shoulders
in strips nearly an inch thick.
“But my experience in China was
even worse. 1 was one of a number of
priests and nuns engaged in missionary
work at Pekin. We were arrested.
thrown into prison, and arrangement
made for our execution. One day the
nuns, thirty-four in number, were taken
forth and thrown into huge coppers filled
with boiling pitch. It was a horrible
death, and made an impression upon
my mind which time cannot eradicate.
On the following day the othar priests
and myself were to meet the same fate.
Our only solace was in prayer. Toward
evening, on the eve of our threatened
execution, a great commotion was heard
outside the walls of the prison. The
French soldiers had come and we
were saved.”
Father Lawrence will resume his
work in New Zeland after a vest.—
Washington Star.
Iced Tea.
How should iced tea be made? I
will tell you, and much good it may do
vou. In the first place, take Congou
tea, commonly called Finglish breakfast.
Take the best quality. Do not use
Japanese tea, for it is notdrinkable to a
well-regulated palate. Oolong is good,
and so is young Hyson, for those whose
nerves can stane green tea ; but Congou
has an espacial agreeable flavor iced.
Having got your tea, the next thing is
an earthen teapot—a black Betty is the
best. No metal pot brews tea as well as
an earthen. Put the tea in the bottom
of the pot, and pour boiling hot water
upon it until the pot is nearly filled.
Then let it steep a minute or two, but
don’t let it boil. That is a fatal error.
Boiling gives even to the best of tea a
disagreeable, herby taste. As soon as
the steeping is done with strain the
liquor out of the earthen pot into any
convenient receptacle which has a tizht
lid and pat into the refrigerator. In a
few hours it will be ice cold, and can be
used as wanted. [It should be made
fresh every day. A nice way of serving
tea made and cooled in this manner is
in cups,with a slice of lemon floating on
{ top. The Russians do this with hot tea.
It is equally delicious with cold tea.
Unless you feel that you must from
long habit, don’t flavor iced tea with
milk orsugar. Tt is the bitter flavor
which you need, and which tends to
quench the parched feeling of the palate
and throat which is produced by hot
weather. After a while that bitter
flavor will become a desideratum, just as
is the case with beer and ale. Made
and drank as I have described, iced tea is
not a delusion and a snare, like the iced
tea of restaurants, but a thing of beauty
and a joy forever.— New York Sun.
Prescription for Longevity.
One of my prescriptions for longevity
may startle you somewhat, says Oliver
Wendell Holmes in the Atlantic Month-
ly. It is this : Become the object of a
mortal disease. Let half a dozen doc-
tors thump you, and knead you, and
test you in every possible way, and ren-
der their verdict that you have an in-
ternal complaint ; they don’t know ex-
actly what it is, but it will certainly kill
vou by and by. Then bid farewell to
the world and shut yourself up for an
invahd. Ifyou are threescore years
old when you begin this mode of life,
you may very probably last twenty years
and there you are—an octogenarian.
In the meantime, your friends outside
have been dropping off, one after an-
other, until you find yoursef alone,
nursing your mortal complaint as if ‘it
were your baby, hugging it and kept
alive by it,—if to exist is to live. Who
has not seen cases like this, a man or a
woman shutting him or herself up visit-
ed by a doctor or a succession of doctors
(remember that once in my esrlier ex-
perience, 1 was the twentj-seventh
physician who had been consuled), al-
ways taking medicine, until everybody
was ryminded of that impatient speech
of a relative of one of those invalid vam-
pires who live on the bloed of'tired-out
attendants, “I do wish she vould get
well — or something’ 2 Persons who
are shut up in that way, confined
to their chambers, sometimes to their
beds, have a very small amount
of vital expenditure, and wearout very
little of their living substante. They
picked down, and will continge to burn
when other lamps have use up all their
oil. An insurance office might make
money by taking mo risks except
on the lives of persons sufferivyg from
mortal disease. |
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The Pestiferous Sparrovs.
|
Alexander MeComas writes thus to
the Baltimore American : ‘| am not
I'a farmer, though born on a farm. I
i think, if the farmers would bok into
| this, ‘plenty of straw but little wheat,’
| .
| they would not complain of jature or
| bad seasons, &ec., but find the great |
i fault to be that terrible nuismce, the
+ English sparrows, which congregate in
' thousands on the wheat field at times,
and pick out the grain of wheat when
lin the milky state. TI think a lhousana
| or so of these sparrows will rail a field
{in a few hours, so far as a yiel{ of grain
is concerned. I have seen {them in
{ large flocks on the wheat fiel¢s in this
| vicinity. Tremember some to ago
i the planters of the South bai to em-
i ploy a number of men and bys with
gans to drive off the rice birds § prevent
the destruction of their rice ¢op, and
‘these sparrows are ten tl de-
"structive than the rice bird.” |
are like lamps with half their wicks |:
Jellies,
With currants, grapes, blackberries
and all juicy fruits and berries put no
water, writes Eryphide St. John Whit-
ing to Good Housekeeping, but crush
a small part of those prepared for use,
putting this in the bottom of the ket-
tle, and allow the heat of the fire to
draw the juice from the others placed
on the top of the crushed ones. But
crab-apple, quince and apples must be
boiled with more or less water before
the juice can be fully extracted. In
making quince jelly the skins and
cores will perhaps yield most of the
glutinative substance. “Never al-
low the juice of acid fruits to drip
into tin vessels, as the action of the
acid on tin materially affects both
color and flavor.” Do not squeeze the
jelly bag when straining the juice ; let
it drip. After fully dripping the bag
can be squeezed, and the juice used for
a second boiling and a sec ind--lass jelly.
Squeezing affects the clearness of the jel-
ly. Iam nota believer in the old-fash-
ioned brass preserving kettle, but consid-
er the porcelain-lined kettle by far the
best, the granite-ware standing next in
order. In my estimation a flannel bag
is preferable for straining the juice.
Those made of part woolen and part
cotton flannel shrink less, and conse-
quently are best. Perhaps the most de-
sirable shape for the bag is pointed,
with a strong gathering string in the
top or a hoop of strong tin or wire. For
the fruit-juice boiling, judgment must
be used asto time—the reason is, to
evaporate the watery part. Too much
cooling of the jelly darkens it and affects
the texture. In preparing the glasses
for the jelly, rinse them well in extreme-
ly warm water and immediately fill to
their utmost, as jelly in cooling con-
tracts, and you will otherwise find, after
cooling, your glasses only partly filled.
Beware of putting metal or glass covers
on the glasses before evaporation has
fully taken place, as this vapor causes
mold. My method is to put a paper
shaped to exactly fit the top of the jelly,
wet with the white of egg or brandy—
and sometimes with neither egg mor
brandy—and then cover the glass with
a paper so cut as to allow to be pasted
over the top and edges of the glass,
Label with name of jelly and date of
making. Jelly does not improve with
age, and is best when made in small
quantities at a time.
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South Africa’s Bank Robber.
An interesting account is given by
the Johannesburg Star, South Africa,
of the police chase after McKeon, the
bank robber, whose achievements in
the matter of perpetr ating robberies,
escaping from jail and eluding the police
entitle him to rank with the notorious
Jack Sheppard, and whose regard for
his clever black horse reminds one of
Dick Turpin, In the hurried start af-
ter McK on when he escaped from the
Pretoria jail, says the newspaper in
question, the mounted police forgot to
take handcuffs with them. Further,
McKeon had friends along the route.
He was born in Basutoland, and every
Basuto is his fast friend, even to Mama.
Consequently, when the police inquired
along the road of Basutos if they had
seen two men pass on horseback, they
invariably said that they had not. Me-
Keon’s love for his famous black horse,
now at the mounted police barracks, was
extraordirary. The police had to have
three remounts before they could run
that horse down. Two of the mounted
police sighted McKeon and Cooper far
ahead of them. They spurred on af-
ter them, thinking that they would
bring the fugitives to halt on the steep
bank of the Rhenoster River,
‘What was their surprise, however,
when they saw McKeon leap his
horse down the twenty-foot bank into
the river, swim across, and, when he
saw Cooper’s horse would not follow,
come back, and reaching out, pull
Cooper’s horse down by the bridle and
drag him through | One of the police-
men had a rifle and resolved to take a
long shot. When McKeon saw the
smoke of the gun rise he and his com-
panion drew their horses apart and the
bullet passed between them. Shortly
after McKeon drew his horse up, leaped
down, removed the saddle, and stood
patting his horse on the head. The
police approached, and he surrendered
without a word, giving over his
two revolvers with the remark
that he was enriching the govern-
ment with revolvers, for this was the
sixth they had had from him. He
said he gave himself up because he did
not wish ‘to kill his horse. Cooper
handed over his revolver, too, looking
rather glum. McKeon said he knew
he would receive twenty-five lashes, but
he would only stay in jail eight months
when he would once more say good bye
to the authorities. He did not know
why they had given him twenty-five
years, for he had not murdered anyone
or stolen a sheep or an ox. Robbing
a bank of its surplus money was no
crime. The police were entirely taken
off their guard, and, consequently, at
daybreak the next morning the birds
had flown unobserved by them. Me-
Keon has since been recaptured at
Ladybrand.
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Get the Best Blood.
Breeder's Gazette, ‘
Fewer and better cattle will yet
prove the salvation of the industry.
Here is a whole sermon in a dozen
words. TItisa favorite saying of the
breeders of poor stock, “The feed
makes the breed.” This, however, is a
areat fallacy. Where is the scrub that
|
would make thisty-six pound 12} ounces
of butter in a week, as did Mary Anne
of St. Lambert ; or the 46 pounds given
by Princess Second, or that would
weigh at two years 1,950 pounds as did
| Brant Chief; or 2,415 pounds, Munro’s
weight at three years; or 1,510, the
- we ght of Britisher as a yearling ? Free
access to all the feed grown in Manitoba
would not do it.
A visit to the union stock yards in
Cuicago is an excellent education.
There may be seen the lank, thin fleshed
one and a half cent per pound Texas
being slaughtered by thousands to su
ply the home trade of the United States,
and here and there a bunch of fine
grade shorthorns, Herefords or polled
Angus worth from four to five and one
half cents per pound, too good for the
Americans, and which are shipped to
England, where good beef is recognized
and appreciated.