" Strike While the Iron's Hot." Strike while the iron's hot! Strike—and with a will; lie is no skillful smith Who lets the iron chill. Ere the iron hardens, strike, Shape it to what shape you liko, To the soythe or knile or sword, To slay or hoal or mow the sward. Strike while the iron's hot, Strike with baud and heart; Quickly turn the bar, And smite on every part. Bring the sledge down with a swing Tiy it makes the anvil ring. So great master workmen wrought, So struck the iron while 'twas hot. So, when the time is ripe To act, or think, or say, The precious moment seize Before it pass away. Shapen the action to your ends, As the smith the iron bends; Let the word and let the thought Promptly into deed be wrought. Striko while the iron's hot, Or do not strike at all; Strokes the oold bar will break, Not fashion, whon they fall. If you're slow in arm and brain, All your labor will be vain; 'The quick of head and quick oi hand May rise from serving to command. —John Franei* Walltt ■ THE TURN OF AN ACCIDENT It was six o'clock of a crisp October moining, and John Boyd, farmer, rous ing from bis sound night's sleep, sprang out of bed with the alert readiness of a man who knows the value of the first hours of the day. It was a tavern bed from which he jumped; home and its cares were many miles away; bula long ride lay belore him, and he washed and dressed briskly, as ono in haste, hum ming a cheerful air meanwhile, as be came a man who felt himself in good spirits, and had ample reason for doing so. For, be it known, this year had proved the be st for farmers since John had been his own master. Harvests had been large, prices high, and John, on his way back from the annual mar ket, carried a sense of freedom and lib eration at his heart front the final ex tinguishment of a mortgage on his farm his mortgage which had pressed as heavily on his conscience as did the burden of Christian on his shoulders. The burden was lifted now; and, fur ther, than John carried in his fat rea wallet two hundred dollars, over and above, toward the expenses of the next year. He had never been so ' fore handed ' before, and the sensation was a joyful one. 'My neck is out of the collar now.' he muttered to himself as be brushed his thick brown hair. ' I should be a tool indeed it I put it in again. No more mortgages for me!' Then, his toilet completed, he ran downstairs, two steps at a time. Farmer-like, his first visit was to his horses. They were munching their corn satisfactorily; and after a look or two, and a pat, John returned to the inn, where a jangling bell announced breakfast. It was smoking on the table —a substantial meal of the kind univer sal in taverns thirty years ago; and John Boyd, whose appetite was of the kind proverbially said to accompany a pood conscience, was doing it ample justice, when a sudden instinct led him to thrust his hand into the inner pocket which held the two hundred dollars. The wallet was gone! In the suddenness of the shock. John felt himself pale, and then flusu pain fully, as he confusedly tried to remem ber if he had taken out the wallet, and when. Under his pillow—that was it. He recollected distinctly, or so itteemed, putting It there, for security's sake, when he went to bed the night before. With a muttered excuse, he left the table and hurried upstairs. The door of his room stood open, and a maid servant was putting fresh sheets on the bed, the soiled linen lying in a heap on the floor. Toward this heap John hurried and liegan turning it over. ' Have you lost something, sir?' asked the maid. John straightened himself up to an swer. He had not noticed the maid be fore, though she had waited upon table at supper. Now he observed that she was young and rather pretty—fair, with a trim, slmder figure, beautiful glossy hair, neatly dressed and braided, and a pair of sweet, apprehensive blue eyes. He voice was soft, too; and she had a shy, modest manner which suggested an idea of refinement. All these facts Farmer Boyd absorbed in a flash, and instinctively noting, weighing, estimat ing, by that wonderfully rapid process of which the human mind is capnhle, whi> yet his thoughts were full of his money and bis loss. 'Yes. I am looking for my wallet, which I left under my pillow. Did you find it?* The girl's face blanched to a deadly whiteness, and her eyes dilated as with sudden terror. " No, sir,' she said, her voice trem bling and sinking away as she spoke. * I didn't sec any wallet.' John looked at her distrustfully; but there was something in the pale face which disarmed suspicion. 'l'd like to search the bed,'he went an. 'lt may have slipped under the mattress.' Together they turned the mattress, but no wallet was visible. - 'That off horse of yourn has got his shoe loose somehow,' announced Mr. Nanb, the landlord, at the door. 'I thought I'd belter tell you, so's you could stop to the blacksmith's as you pass, and get him to put in a couple of nails. Why. what's the matter?' John explained. . The landlord looked very grave. He whistled softly to himself for a minute, with Ids cyrs fixed on the tumbled bed di c; then he went to the stair head and call'd his wife. Presently they came in together, the I .ndlady's face very red and troubled. * Much a thing never happened in my house before,' she protested. ' But tlintv'a only one person been in your room since you came besides yourself, and she's ti.e person you must reckon wiili.' {Miintii g to the maid, who, with while cheeks and downcast eyes, leaned against the wall tut if uwaiiing set - ence. "Oh, indeed, indeed 1 didn't lake itt I never saw any wallet." she said; but her voice was drowned in Mrs. Nash's louder tones. 'And pray who else took it, do you suppose? Who else had the chance? Answer me that. It serves me just right for taking in a girl with no recom mend—a girl I didn't know nothing about, not so much as her name, or where she come from, or who her folks aro. Five weeks to-morrow, that's all the time she's been in the house, sir; but this is the end of it. It's the last time I'll ever have a help I don't know all the long and short of, so you needn't feel airaid to stop with us again—no. nor none of your friends, either; and as for her, out she packs this day.' ' Id better go for the constable, hadn't I?—if you're sure it was under the pillow you put it.' suggested the land •Oh, don't, please; please don't,' pleaded the girl, weeping violently. ' Give the gentleman his wallet bnck, then, and perhaps he'll let you ofl'.' • 1 can't. I haven't pot it. I never saw it. Oh, please believe pie. Don't send me to jail,' she urged. The landlady only answered by a ound expression of disgust. And throwing ner apron over her head, the poor girl wept in silence, saying no more. John had held his peace during this altercation, sharply eyeing the parties concerned in it meanwhile. The Nashes he knew something about. They were of good reputation as far as he was aware. The maid was a stranger to them, as to him; but spite oi the cir cumstances, and her manner, which was hardly less suspicious, he could not bring himself to believe her guilty. He was not a hasty man, and he was a just one, with a kind lieait to back his tem perate judgments; and altera few min utes' reflection he made up his mind what to do. 'I can't swear that I put the wallet under the pillow or anywhere else,' he said. ' I'm pretty sure that I did, but my thoughts about it are confused somehow, and it may be that I left it at Bolton, where I slept on Tuesday. I don't want no injustice done on my ac count. So don'tcrv like that '—address ing himself to the girl. ' I'll tell you what I'll do. Get the bay shod during the day, will you?'—to Mr. Nash —' and if vou'll lend me a saddle I'll ride back to Bolton and make inquiry there. If I find the money, well and good: if I don't, it'll be time enough to talk fur ther about it to-morrow. ' I'm sure it is very good of you to take so much trouble,'declared the landlady. ' But whether or no, the girl don't stay here. I'll have no suspected thief in mv house.' ' There'll be nothing to suspect her of if I find the wallet,' rejoined John, dryly. ' Don't give the poor tiling a bad name till you know that she de serves it.' Then he left the room, un mindful of the look oi gratitude which shone upon him lrom the blue eyes of the girl, who had dropped her apron, and gazed after him till he was out of sight. His reflections were not agreeable as he retraced his footsteps over the dusty highway traveled hut yesterday with so light a heart. The loss ol his money meant a great deal to John Boyd. The pressure of anxiety seemed to settle Again upon his shoulders, as he thought over the probabilities of iis non-re covery. 'But I won t give in without a fight for it,' lie though), grimly, as he urged on his horse. Miles seemed doubly long when measured by a heavy heait, and what with dust, heat and the continual effort to clear his mental con fusion as to where and when he last had seen his wallet, the young farmer was fagged and dispirited enough before noon was fairly come. He stopped to dine at a little tavern attached to a toll-gate, and with some vague hope that the money might have been picked up on the rona by someone, mentioned his loss. The toll-keeper shook his head. ' Bolton's your only chance,' he said. 'lf 'twas on the road YOU dropped it, there's no likelihood that yon'll ever hear of it again. The dust's eight inches deep, I should say. and there's been three nig droves of sheep and one of bullocks along since yesterday, so if your wallet wns a-lying there, they roust have trampled it under pretty thor oughly. It is buried deep enough, you may be sure, unless, which is just as likely to happen, some one lias picked it up and mane off with it. Your chance is a slim one. I reckon.' Cold comfort this; but John was forced to agree with the opinion. I)e --spondingly ne rode through the after noon, scanning the way as he went; for, despite the toll-keeper, a faint hope still lingered in his heart, though the track, deep in dust, and churned and trampled by the crowding droves, presented a sorry field for either hope or discovery. He had gained the top of a long hill, from which Bolton was dimly visible, when a moving object far ahead caught his eye, and he rose in his stirrups in order to see more clearly. As lie did so his horse made a false step, stumbled, and threw him forward in the saddle, so that his head grazed the horse's neck. It was in this position that a tiny object, a patch of red not over an inch square, in the dust beneath, caught his quick eye. His heart gave a little leap; thennc called himself a fool; but nil the same he dismounted to examine. Already a random hoof-stroke had buried the red natch from sight, but John recollected the spot, and stooping, dug and scooped till again it beenme visible. His fingers recognized a solid substance. Trembling with excitement, he continued to dig; another second the object was uncovered, lifted out, and with a wild, incredulous whoop ofiny, John Boyd field in his hand his wallet, buried deep by the hurrying herds, and uncovered for one passing momrnt that his eye might detect it, and no other. Except for that lucky stumble* he too would have ridden over the lost treas ure, and never dreamed what lay be neath his horse's feet. 'And some folka say there ain't no God!' was bis mental comment, spoken half aloud. Then— for John Boyd's re ligion, though a homely, was a true one he bent his head and said a few words of thanksgiving; after which, jumping on his horse, he took the backward route, eager to tell his good fortu ie and exonerate the poor girl. who. as he now remembered with self reproach, must have passed a painful day under the stigma of undeserved suspicion. The heat was yielding to evening freshness, and he urged his horse, im patient to set mature straight; hut. with his IN*l endeavor, it was after eleven la-fore he at last drew rein in front of Nash's hotel. He wns expected, that was evident, for lights were burn ing. and both Nash and Ins wile hur ried out to meet him, wearing faces of lugubrious length, which only iu part changed to cheerfulness alien they heard of the recovery of the waiiel. 'There, what did I tell you?' cried the husband. ' llaven't I ben a-saytng and a-saying all day that likely as not this scare would turn out all for noth ing? And you wouldn't listen to a word, but fust kept on to that poor tiling Inside there, and she's nothing to hlamc all the time. I declare, it's too bad the way women act to each oilier— and folks calling them " the soltersex!" A man would be ashamed to be so hard. Well, do tell! and so the money was a-lying there in the dust all the time! Well. I'm mighty clad, for your sake and ours too. Go right in, sir, and wife 'll give you some supper. I'll see to the horse.' Mrs. Nash waited on the meal hi grim silence. She seemed only half re joieed at the denouement. ' It's mighty queer,' she remarked, as she set tho last dish on the table, 'I don't feel as if we'd got to the bottom of it yet. Why didn't Lucy deny more positive?' 'But she did,' said John, between two mouthfuls; 'she said she hadn't got it.' 4 Whv, course she said as much as that. You didn't SBpect her I o say that she hod got it, did you?' rejoined the landlady, with a fine scorn- 'But she didn't speak up violent and bold, as you'd expect an innocent girl would.' ' But she was innocent all the time, you know.' ' I ain't so over sure about that,' re plied Mrs. Nash, with a shake of her head. ' It's a queer business.' Hurrying out to tho barn next morn ing in the best of spirits, a low sigliing SOD called John's attention to a bench outside the kitchen door, where sat a figure crumpled up into a forlorn little heap, in which lie recognized the pretty maid of the day before. She wore her bonnet, and a bundle lay beside her. Her face was hidden on her arms, which were crossed on the back of the bench. 'Why, what's the matter?'said John, turning back. The girl looked up with a start. 'I beg your pardon,' she faltered. 'l'm just going. I didn't mean to stay so leng. 'Going? Where?' ' I don't know where,' she said, de jectedly. 'l'd try for another place, only there doesn't seem much enanee of getting one without any recom mend.' 'Do you mean to say that they are sending you away from here?' 'Yes.' ' But, in the name of goodness, why?' 'I don't know. Mrs. Nash says she don't like to have servants about who are suspected of stealing.' The blue eyes filled again as sho spoke, and she hid her face. •By George! I never heard of such injustice in my life,' shouted John. ' Now, Lucy, if that's your name, you just sit still where you are. Don't stir or move till I come back. I'll sec Mrs. Nash. I'll put things right.' To out tilings right seems easy enough to a trong. hearty man, with justice and argument on his side, but that is because he do< s not calculate properly on those queer hitches and crotchets of human nature, especially woman nature, which have no relation to justice and fair dealing, and are unaffected by ar gument Mrs. Naah proved impervious to John's choicest appeals. Her mind was made up; she ' didn't war tto bear no more on the subject ;' finally, her temper rising, what business was it of his. she demanded, what help she kept, or if she kept any help at all? He'd got his pocketbook back; accounts were squared between them; there was no further call, so far as she could see,why he should meddle with her concerns. The upshot of the interview was that John flew out of the kitchen with his face as red as fire, tackled his horses, threw valise and feed-bag into the wagon, flung the amount of his reckon ing on the table, and addressing Lucy, who, pale and terrified, stood, bundle in hand, prepared for flight, called out: ' Now, then, my good girl, you've lost one place by my fault, and Ira blamed if 1 don't offer you another. Will you jump into my wagon and go home with me? My old woman's been talking this long piece back of getting a smart girl to help along when she's laid up with the rheumatics; r you're just the one we want She'll trea* you fairly enough, I'll he bound, and you shall have whatever you were getting here. And if you behave yourself you'll be well used, not turned out of doors for othing, I'll engage to that; it isn't the way up in are parts,' with a vindictive look nt the landlady, who stood rigidly planted in tbe doorway. *We don t set up to be extra Christians, but thorc'a a little honesty and decency left among us, which is more than can be said tor all places. Well, what do you say ? Yes or no. There's my hand on it if It's yes.' He held out his broad palm. Lucy hesitated, hut for a moment only. 'Yes, I will.'she*aid. ' I've nowhere "else to go, and you seem kind.' Another moment and they were driv ing off together down the maple-shaded road, whose yellow and crimson houghs danced overhead against ' October's bright blue weather. There were psflhc ano calming in the fresh stillness of Uie early day. Gradually a little color stole into Lucy's pale checks, nnd John's hot mood gave place to wonted good humor and chec-. 'You've had no breakfast, I'll bet,' lie said, witli a smile. 'And no more have I. I was so mad with that woman that I couldn't swallow a mouthful, but now I bCfein to feel sharp enough. We'll stop at the next tavern, oouthwick, isn t itP Five miles and a halt. Can you hold out till then?' *Oh. yea. indeed,' with a grateful look out of the blue eyes. •John's tone grew more and more friendly. ' WeMi have something hot and hearty there,' he said. 'You look pale. I guess you didn't sleep any too much last night/ •Oh. I couldn't sleep at all. Mrs. Nash told me that I must ro the nrst thing in the morning, and I felt so badly' ' I shouldn't think you would want to stay with a woman like that.' 'But it's so dreadful to have nowhere to go to. And besides—* She stopped abruptly, with a look like terror in lier eyes. 'Have you no friends, then?' asked John. ' No.' The tone was very reserved; but reserve could hardly fail to melt under so sunshiny a presence as John Boyd's, and before the long day's ride was done he had won from her the main facts of her story. Lucy Dill was her name. Her mother had married for the second time when Ianton, Lawyers Under Peter. Peter the Great, of Russia, was a 111 on arch of large views but invincible preju dices. He loved his country, and longed to see it take a higher place in European history. He saw clearly that, progress could he made only by the introduction of new industries and by skillful train ing in mechanical labor. To forward Ui's end lie visited in dis guise the older nations of Europe, made himself thoroughly acquainted with their forms of industry, and worked as a common mechanic at various trades. He sent, also, numerous young men of promise to great cities in other coun tries, to acquire skill ia the mechanical arts, and to become teachers of their countrymtn. But, while honoring all weil trained mechanics, he had a rooted contempt for lawyers. It pugaled him to understand how they oc cupied high positions in England and France. They multiplied quarrels, he said, and fattened on the life-blood of others. Vexed at the high esteem in which they were held elsewhere, he vented his wrath in the memorable threat: "I in thankful I have only two 1 wyers in my empire. When I return u ran to execute one of them Governor Smith, ot Wisconsin, has issued an order eftAliahing the uniform of the Untied Slates army as that of the national guard of Wisconsin. TIMELY TUflcH. A rich and eccentric Pari*!an ha* (in cluded a search for some new pleasure by establishing a private circus for the amusement of himself and his friends From a paltry m-venty-five cents' worth of iron ore may be develop* d, it is said, $5.50 worth of bar iron. $lO worth of horse- shoes, SIBO worth of table knives, $6,800 worth of fine needles, $29,480 worth of ihirt buttons, $200,000 worth of watch springs, $400.- 000 worth of hair springs, or $2,500,000 pallet arbors (used in watches.) A statistician, c uriously and closely inquiring, declares the result of his in vestigation as to the products of the United States to be that the agricul tural products of one year amount to nearly as much in value as the products of the mines since 1849. In plain words, or rather figures, he sums up $1,594,- 006,000 as the total value ot the agri cultural production of leading staples in 1877, whereas, the estimated yield of all the mines during twenty-seven years— that is, 1849-75—was $1,617,000,000. The entire length of the costly railway line of which the St. Gothard tunnel forms a part is 151 miles. The main tunnel is about nfne and one-third miles long, but there are twelve other long tunnels which aggregate nearly ten miles in length; live tunnels between 220 and 550 yards long, and twenty five between 110 and 220 yards long. Then are in all no less than fifty-two of these subsidiary tunnels, having a total length of sixteen miles. There are also on the lineover sixty-four bridges and viaducts. The Germantown Telegraph says thai since the law to prevent the spread of contagious diseases among the cattle of New Jersey was passed by the legisla ture of that State, little has been heard of the pleuro-pneumonia which at one time was quite prevalent there. The report of the State treasurer states that the gross sum paid last year in the proper enforcement of the law was $23,431.81, of which veterinary surgeons received $14,624, and other sources of expense the balance. Eighty head of affected cattle were killed, for which $954 were paid by the State. A manuscript supposed to have been written by St. Peter, lias lately been dis covered among the property of a man named Bore, who died last year at Jerusalem, at the age of 109. The stjle of the work has lea to the conclusion that it is authentic, and it is stated that the Ixindon Bible society, which has dispatched a committee to the spot, lias offered Bore's heirs the sum of SIOO,OOO for its possession. Tiie heirs, however, refuse to part with the manuscript, though it st ems probable that they will allow the society to reproduce and translate it. A great improvement has just been announced in tlie audiphonc. After a jong aeries of experiments, says the English scientific journal, Xalurc, Mr. Thomas Fletcher has found the best material of which the audiphonc can be made is birchwood veneer. Cut into an oval disk, steamed and bent to a curve, it can be conveniently held be tween the teeth almost without con sciousness of its presence. For some persons any audiphonc is a more efficient lieip than the trumpet, and this last named modification of the instrument promises to become a boom to thousands of deaf persons. The interesting old Flemish city of Bruges, which in the height of its pros perity had a population of some 800,000 souls, lias, since the sanguinary persecu tions under Philip 11., been gradually declining in wealth and number*, so that at present it does not possess one-four.h the population it had three centuries ago. The population of the city, which in 1869 numbered 47,681, fell to 44.950 in 1877. The lethargy of the inhabitants is attributed to the effect of the number less convents and the richly endowed benevolent institutions which, by per petually supplying the wants of large numbers of inhabitants without any exertion on their part, have tended to deprive them of that energy and spirit of independence which are indispensa ble to success in commercial life. New Albany. Ind.. has a curious ease in the person of a thirteen-year-old boy whose heart is on the right and his liver on the left side of his body. The boy, when confined in the house, be comes very nervous and restive, and often falls as in a faint. On this ac count he cannot be sent to school. Ap plication to books at home produces the same resulta, and any sudden ex nitiraent, either from fright or labor, will cause these fainting spells. The boy spends most of his time out doors hunting in the woods and fields for squirrels and birds, and lias become very expert in the use of the gun. He is very cautious in his movements, never suffering himself to become wearied from hunting. but when feel ing the least tired sitting down and resting. The boy's general health is very good, hut he has not the vitality usually found in boys of his age. Wabash, Indiana, lias walsed in ad vnnoe of many larger and older towns by introducing the e'ectric light in iU streets. Four •let-trie lamps of 3.000 candle power etch went into commission recently. The lamps, suspended mid way of the iron flagstaff on the court house, which towers two hundred feet above the business part of the town, were furnished witn electricity by a No. 5 generator driven by a seven-horse power engine. According to contract the machinery was to Uglit one mile in diameter from the court-house, and be equal to a gas-burner 8.680 feet from the light. The council placed men at different part* of the city to observe, and they reported satisfactorily. At Arbana. five miles north, ths light was said to be beautiful. The Detroit Free Pre*• says the test has given general satisfaction According to the report of the hoard of trustees of the ce'ebrated Greenwood cemetery, Brooklyn, for 1879, there were 831 ion eold tat year, making a grand total of 83,076. There were 5.139 burials, making an aggregate of groM receipt* amounted to $488,907.96. The growi disbursements, including in restmenU—which aggregated SB7IOOO -amounted to $446,908 88. The general fund for the improvement and permanent cate of the cetneler* is now $666,901.31. anincreaeedariagthe year of $13,479.16. During the year 646 lota were enclosed, and 196 monument* and 499 headstones were erected. Tue report says: The interment in Greenwood, in a private lot, of a favorite dog, elicited rnent and was rtie^fi' ™ monstrances addressed te tl,e r "I. .'' requesting them to prohibit su 1 Yi? ' menu in the future The Intel.-." 1 feeling exhibited could not but 7 "* spected. and the aoSLfr T SITISi? "Wrfntl-m prol.l bitln*T^^!£i Some Italian physicians have been in vestl gating the peculiar conditioner tee* miners who worked in the St Gote.,2 tunnel They have dhavered thauh. labor in remote galleries encend< a tl, in,.,,1n,, of IK> SSrKtta,'" culm rc I milling ti "'hir--ji " ral appearance ol the St. Oottard miners," says the London J\rae, , ar ticularly those of them-and they ar. n the majority—affected by the mala*!, in question, is described as deplorj hie in the extreme. Their faces are V H* low, their features drawn, eyes half closed .ips discolored, the skin humid and the gait difficult. If tee, eat with appetite they cannot dig.-st and when wine is taken it is invarishlV re jected. I>-t a man be as strong as he may, three or four months' work in the tunnel ser ously injures his health an d at the end of a year, or a little more |- is a confirmed invalid." The investi gators have given the worm the name 0 f anemi/i nnkylonUmia, and the malady arising from its presence is said to b# epidemic in Egypt and Brazil. Moung Edwin, a Burmese, who has been educated in America with the view of sending him as a Baptist missionary to Burmah, lectured recently in Baits more. Speaking of the deplorable con dition of women in the East, owing mainly to peculiar religious teachings he said: Girls in China are believed to have no souls, and to kill them is not murder, and ther< fore not to be pun ished. Where parents are too poor to support the girl children they are dis posed of in the following manner: At TIB. ular intervals an appointed officer through and collecU from poor parents all the girl children they cannot care for when they are about eight dayswld. He has two large baskeU attached to the ends of a bamboo pole and slung over his shoulder. Six infants are placed in each basket, and he carries them to some neighboring village and exposes them for sale. Mothers who desire to raise wives for their son- buy such as they may select. Tfie others are taken to the government asylum, of which there are many all through the country. If there is room they arc taken in. if not they are di owned." Home Interesting Fact-.. A peculiar substance has been found by Professor A. Scaochi in th<- lava which issued from Vesuvius during th year 1631. He supposes it to be a new metal, and gives it the name veebium. In Prussia one person in every four hundred and fifty is insane. A Bets. and some articles of clothing Feather*, other wise valueless, can be utilized by this means. Tiie hats of natives of British Colum bia arc adorned with figures resembling tattooo marks. I)r. Dally has d scov • red that these marks all haveadefinite meaning, being, in fact, record? of events whirh have taken place n the lives of the wearers. Each individual thus displnvs his history upon his head. A remarkable discovery win lately made in the region of the Pvrcne<-s. In a cave of the pialeolithic or "old stone" p riod there were found teeth of the cave-hear adorned with drawings, some of which represent human beings cov ered with long hair. These rude pic tures must date thousand of years before the dawn of historic times. A horse recently captured in the wilda of Turkestan was found to be exceedingly sensitive to cold, bavin* no ordinary coat. This unique speci men of the equine breed now figures at the Zoological gardens at St. Peters burg, where it is comfortably habited in an otter-skin jacket. Tnc pitcher plant of Borneo has been found to tie a natural insect trap, in curving ridges effectually prevent ire the escape of any creeping inserts which may enter. In order to safely rearii the prisoners thus entrapped, a species of olack ant ingeniously perforates the stalk of the plant and tunnels upward to the pitcher, providing in this man ner a highway by mean* of which ready access is had to a sumptuous fare of dead and decaying insects. Ilow Peter the Ureal tat Off Iliad*. Some of the recent execution* is Russia recall a very striking incident of the reign of Peter the Great. Ihf Nihilism ol that period was represented by the revolt of the Sterlitz (Are.ier) guard, which Peter quelled and pun ished with merciless severity, behead ing a,man for every turret on the Krem lin wall, which overlooked the place of execution. The headsman being fsligura with the hutrhery, Peter himself took Ids place and struck off twelve heads with his own hand. The thirteenth was a hand sum* young soldier, nicknamed Orel (Eagle), who. pushing aside Ids predecessor's headless corpse rried. with a laugh: "Come, brother. u_ my turn for an audience with the cast now!"' Pler, struck with tinsreckw* gallantry, pardoned and promoted lurn Some French writers toure endeavored to throw a clothing of romance over the incident hy making iU hew w czar's unacknowledged son, but tl e*: •pective ages of the two men rendered this all hut Impossible. In building or choosing • bouse to live in, take cars that the k When. J roomy, and has plenty ofeuallfm-* dark kitchen is ac nbominat . cram pel kitchen in housekeeping one half. Ift the kttcn be supplied with all 'Li enors, even If the parlor suffers in con sequence.