Gray Hair.
Some of the dust from the road of life
Hae fallen upon my hair,
And silver threads from my raven looks
Are gleaming out here and there;
And, oh, thoee meehea of silver gray
Tell of the momenta flown—
Of the day that'e drawing to a close,
And the night that's coming on.
But tho ooming night seems cold and dark
And my heart is filled with fears,
As Thought flios backward on weary wings,
O'er tho waste of vanished years;
And in the castle of Memory
Few jewels are treasured there ;
Bat dross and rubbish that tell of earth
Are visible everywhere.
Even on the faithful register
That hangs in Memory hall,
I find only worthless deeds are traced—
They are dark and blotted all;
Hence, as approaches the eve of life,
My spirit shrinks back with fear,
For threatening clouds o'erspread the sky,
And the night seems very near.
By faith I tnrn—in the roev East
A beautiful star I see
Stand o'er the manger in Bethlehem,
And it seems to shine for me;
And from the city of golden spires.
Whoso gates just now are ajar,
I catch a radiant beam of light
From the bright and morning star.
And when upon Jordan's restless wave
I shall launch my way-worn bark,
The "dust from the road of life" shall fall
From my tresses long and dark;
And the lines of care upon my brow,
And the pain within my breast,
Shall pass away as my bark draws near
This beautiful land of rest.
''JUST LIKE A MAN."
" They do beat all 1" sighed Mrs.
Peok, as she wiped her face earnestly
with a spotted cotton handkerchief, and
set her speotacles aloft on top of her
cap border. " I summered an' wintered
one on 'em nigh on to fifty years, and
the' was flings done't I don't see into
up to this day. Beside, I had sons, and
darters' husbands as well, and they're
all of a piece; tarred with the same
stick, as Lias used to say.
" Well, spoke up Miss Patty Brinkly,
a vivacious maiden lady, stopping to
thread her needle, with both elbows on
the quilt frame and her thread and
needle stabbing at each other nearly
half a yard away from her straining
eyes. " I han't never had no snch ex
perience, thanks be to praise 1" Pa (
used to say if I had ha' married any
body I'd have kiljed 'em or ran away
from 'em, and I dono but what I should
"They had something to bo thankful
for, then, as well as thee, Patty," dryly
remarked Aunt Marcia Blinn, the only
lady of the "Friends" persuasion, as
she called it, of whom Oakley boasted.
"Well, they're queer, anyhow," re
sumed the Widow Peok. " There's no
'countin' for em; they'll np and do
things yon wouldn't no more expect of
'em than anything; and as for bein' pro
tectors for women folks and all that,
which folks tell about in books, my
land I Lias Peck wonld ha' died more'n
forty times ef I hadn't ha' had dry
things for to put onto him when he
came in soakin' wet ont of the crick or
after a pourin' rain. As 'twas, he died
o' rheumatiz't ho took along 'o floatin'
saw logs down to the mill in a spring
freshet and never coming home to dinner,
but working all day in them damp
clothes. I gave him pokeberry rum
and a hemlock, and two hnll bottles of
Gumption's ginger bitters, besides a
rubbin' of him powerful with camphire
before I sent for the doctor; bat it
struck to his stomic and he went off
like a snuff. But that aiu't here nor
there; as I was a Hayin', for nigh onto
fifty years I'd put his flannel shirts into
the front left hand corner of the bottom
drawer in the m'hog'ny bureau in the
bedroom, and every Snnday mornin'
reg'lar, when ho was cleanin' np for
meetin', he'd holler ont • Lnrancy,
where's them flannel shirts o' mine <
Now that's so I" concluded the dis
consolate widow, and adding in a stage
aside : " But I'd give oonsider'ble to
hear him holler that again 1"
" And they hain't got no memory,"
put in Miss Patty, who had at last coaxed
needle and thread to an amicable un
derstanding, and was quilting away with
zeal and discretion, as every good
qnilter knows how. " I never seen the
time when tliev wouldn't forget thirgs
I've tailored ronnd quite a number o
years, and I've had an eye on 'em as
you say. There was Silas Buck, I used
to tailor for his folks oonsider'le; the'
was him and three boys and the hired
man. Well, I'd get out o* linen thread,
■ay, and yon oan't no more make over
hauls with sewin* cotton than you can
with spider webs, and Mis' Buck she'd
amy, ' Silas,' says she, • Miss Patty's all
out o' linen thread. When ye go down
to the store after them rake tails I wish't
you'd fetoh up a hank o' black and a
hank o' brown. Now don't ye
forgit it!' And Silas he'd
laugh, he was jnst as clever as a
basket o' chips, and he'd say • I'll fetch
it, mother'—but he wouldn't! 'nd I set
'nd set a waitin' for't, and fln'lly put on
my bonnet and walk a mile down to the
Corners for to fetch it myself; then he'd
ssy, 'Cousin Patty'—you see we ealled
cousins because bis father's second wife
was sister to my Aunt Sophrony's hus
band—' Cousin Patty, hain't you got
them overhauls done yetf and I'd sorter
bluster up 'nd say, • Cousin Silas, I a'n't
no more able to make brioks without
straw 'n the Isr'eliteß was for Pharo',
nd yon didn't fetoh me no thread yes
erday I' and then he'd haw, haw, right
out; he was real clever, but land I so
shiftless. That's just a case in p'int, so
to speak, ye know; just one time, but
you can tell by a little what a great
deal means, and, as Mis' Peek says,
they're all alike."
"Thee doesn't think women folks are
all perfeot, does thee,';jPatty ?" queried
Aunt Mareia, in her calm voice.
"Well, I dono as they be; I dono as
I said they be, but you can gen'lly tell
where most of 'em 'll fetoh up, and
you're kinder lit and prepared for what
they will do, and especially for what
they won't do. Sometimes they'll dis
app'int all your calculations, but then
you can fall back on Scripter, and see't
they was made to be the weaker sect;
though if t'aint really lawful to say so,
I own I always did have a poor opinion
of Adam as ever was; to be a tellin'
how 'twas Evo made him eat the apple,
when he done it the first time askin',
but 'twas jest like a man I They keep
a doin' of it to this day; it's forever an'
always ' the woman tempted me.'"
"Thee remembers—doesn't thee?—
the Scripture says, ' the woman being
deceived was in the transgression.' It
hath always seemed 'o me kindly in
Timothy so to speak of her as to lay
the blame on the enemy."
"That ain't neither here nor there,"
answered the logical and undaunted
Patty. " I ain't trying' to make light
of Eve's disobeyin', but I do say Adam
was real mean to get behind her; he
was able to say he wouldn't, I guess,
just as well as the was, but he didn't
no more'n she did. I was a readin'
somewheres, t'other day, about an old
French feller, a judge or somethin',
judge of a p'lice court I expect by the
tell, and Vhensomever they fetched a
man before him that had been took up
for a misdeed, no matter what it t'was,
he always asked ' Who is she ?' lettin
on as though a woman was to the bottom
of every wrong-doin'. Clear Adam!
And that's what I fault 'em for."
" Well, they be queer." Mrs. Peck
again took up the fruitful theme.
"Sary, what was that you was a tellin'
about Thomas an' them loiters t'other
night ?'
• Oh, ma I" said Sarah Beers, depre
catingly, but with a laugh that lit her
pale face and sad eyes; for Sarah was a
typical New England woman; careful
and tro übled about everything; a cow
ard physically, a hero mentally; afraid
of her very shadow but doing the bra
vest things, with her heart sinking and
her joints trembling all the time, be
cause duty or affection called her to
such service. She married Tom Beers,
a bright young fellow, full of fun and
reckless daring and devoted to Sarah,
but entirely ignorant of her daily anxie
ties and terrors; for she was as reticent
as she was timid, if she thought she
could save any one—much more anyone
she loved—by such reticence.
"Oh tell on't, Sary; 't ain't no harm;
we all know Tom sets by ye like his
life. He wouldn't do nothin' to plague
ye, if he knowed it, no more'n he'd cut
his head off; but that letter business
was so exactly like men-folks."
A chorus of voices echoed the re
quest; there were only about ten people
at the quiltiDg—it was the regular
sewing circle meeting at Oakley—so
Sarah consented.
"Well, t'aint much to tell, but if ma
wants me to. You know Tom's horse
is real young and kind of skittish, and
if there's one thing above another I'm
afeard of it's a horse."
"Bless your soul and body I" put in
her mother, "I never see the thing
yet you wa'n't afraid of, Sary, horse or
not."
"Oh, I know it, ma, but I am awfully
afraid of a skittish horse; Tom, he
don't really sense it, and he says Jenny
ain't ugly, she's jest full of play; and I
s'pose she is, she's knowing as a dog,
and I gave her a bit of somethin' every
time he fetches her 'round, and she
knows me real well, but she will jump
and lash out and shy sometimes, and it
makes ma just as weak as wator, so't X
don't never drive her ef I can help it.''
" You don't mean to say you ever do
drivo a cretur when you feel that kind
o' way toward it ?" queried Miss Patty,
sharply.
" Why, I hev to sometimes, ye know;
there's oft-times a day Tom oan't leave
the hayin' or harvestin' or plantin' or
somethin', and there has to be things
fetched from the store, and no way to
get 'em except I go for 'em, so Tom he
jist tackles np an' I go for 'em; he
don't really mistrust that I'm soared,
an' I don't never tell him that I be;
what's the use ?"
"Well," said Miss Patty, with a sniff
no type can express, and Sarah went
on:
"So week before last Aunt Simons
writ and said she wasoomin' ont to stay
a day or two before she went back
south, and she was goin' to fetoh Joe,
that's her oldest, along with her; she
wanted for to have us meet her at the
station, bat she said she shouldn't come
if it rained; she's got dreadful weak
lungs, but she'd telegraph if she wa'n't
coming. Well, Wednesday morning,
the day she set to come, it did rain,
sure enough, and seeing there was the
donation party to get up, I sided my
work away early and walked over to the
Center, for I knew I should find all the
folks I'd got jo see to home. I'd just
got ready to start for home about noon
time, and I bethought myself to step
into the postofiice, for I knew there'd
be the mail for the creamery, so I got a
double handful of letters and papers
and set my face toward home, when who
should come up but Tom in the buggy.
"Get in I" says he 'l'm a goin' to the
station.'
" 'What for?" says I.
" 'Why,' says he, 'they hain't sent no
telegraph, so they're coming.'
" 'But it rains,' says I, 'and Aunt Si
mons said she wouldn't come if it
rained.'
"'Well,'says he, 'I obey orders and
break owners; she said she telegraph if
they wan't comin'; and how do you know
but it didn't rain there ?'
"So I got in and put the mail down
into the seat, and he driv like Jehu, for
we heerd the train whistle; and, says I,
' Oh, Tom I don't drive up the hill to
the station, I'm so afraid Jenny "11 be
scared.'
"He laughed a little. ' I'll bet, she
wouldn't be half so scared as you says
he; • but I'll leave you to the foot of the
hill, and if they come I'll holler down
to you, and I'll get in and go up to
t'other station and put 'em into the
hack that waits there, for there can't
four get into this buggy; and you drive
along up to that station and then I'll
put you into the hack with Aunt
Simons, and I'll take Joe along o' me
in the buggy,' So sayin' he jumped
out, for we was there, and run up just
in time to catch the train. I didn't
have a a thought that they'd be there,
but they was, and he called out,
'They're here, drive along.' I knew
'twas the quickest way to take the road
along side the track, but the 'Tuck
train was due, and Jen is skittish, but I
thought I'd ought to, so I drove along;
there was no t rain, but right in the road,
where I couldn't turn nor back, I see
two loose horses—and if there is a thing
that puts lightenin' into Jenny it's loose
horses. I tell you, the shivers run
down myjiack, but I knew the only
chance was to go so fast she wouldn't
think about side shows ; so I jist laid
the whip onto her, and sho sprang to
nnd went by them horses quicker ;
Well, the hack was going over the
bridge but I catched up with it, and Joe
he got out with Thomas and took the
buggy and I got in with aunt. Tom
had got to go up street to get a can for
the creamery. I called out to him as
he went off:
"' Look out for your mail on the
seat,' and we drove along. But we
hadn't gone a half a mile before Tom
he came tearing along and stopped the
hack.
" 'Where did you put the mail ?' says
he.
" 'Why, on the seat of the buggy,'
says I.
"No you didn't 1' says he; 'there
wasn't nothin there but papers.'
" 'I guess I gave you the letters then.
I Bort of thought I did,' Bays I
" 'Well, I haven't got em, anyway,'
says he. ' Look in your pockets, Sally,
they ain't in mine.' I knew I hadn't,
but I looked to suit him. Then I thought
how I drove by the side of the road,
and I told him I guessed they'd jolted
out of the buggy when I driv so fast.
" 'Dear me 1' says he. 'I must have
those letters to-day. I've got to; I'll
go back over the side road and see if I
can see or hear anything about 'em. So
he turned round. I tell you, I felt real
bad; I couldn't think anyway in the world
what I did with them letters, and I see
he was worried to death. After wo got
to the house and Aunt Simons was fixin
horself upstairs, he drove up with Joe.
" 'Sary,' says he, 'do look over your
pockets again for them letters; I ex
pect there waß a three-hundred dollar
check in one of 'em, and we can't afford
to lose it.' I was just ready to cry, I
tell you, but I overlooked the pockets
again ; they wa'n't there, and he said
there wasn't any sign or hearin' of 'om
on the road. I felt as though I should
give up, when he turned and went out
of the door, but just as he swung the
gate to he hollered out :
" ' Sally I Sally ' and I run. 'I
cave I' says he, laughing ; 'here they be
in my own pocket; you did give 'em to
me.'"
" Sure enough I did, but he put 'em
into a pocket he didn't use for letters
ordinarily, so he never looked there I
and there wa'n't no oheck at all in any
one on 'em."
"I guess you was mad?" queried
Miss Patty.
"Well, I was a little stirred up, I
don't deny; I set right down and cried
quite a spell.'* I
"Wa'n't that real mean?" Mrs. Peck
asked of the audienoe with a tone
of fine soorn.
" Did thee wish, then, thee'd never
seen thy husband T' asked Aunt Maroia
of Sally.
The anxious face flushed and the sad
eyes sparkled.
"Aunt Maroia, X shouldn't know how
to live without Tom. any way in this
mortal world!" And the clear voioe
broke down as if the thought of such
a contingency was too much.
Annt Maroia smiled.
" I expect there is faults -n all hu
man creatures. 'Male and female cre
ated he them, though; and we can't set
out greatly to better the Lord's plans.
We couldn't really get along, thee
knows, without menfolks, and they
could not, without us; but I expect if
they could hear them talk amongst
themselves, Miss Patty, thee would
hear, quite frequent, 'Just like a
woman.'"
Miss Patty could not deny it.— Bote
Terry Cooke.
THE FAMILY DOCTOR.
' Onlona m Medicine.
If there were any way of avoiding the
long continuance of the odor of onions
after eating them, the consumption of
this vegetable would be vastly increased,
great as it is at present. In addition
to the almost universal fondness for
them (which in some European nations
has become a sort of passion), they have
always been highly esteemed for their
medicinal propertied There is not,
In the whole vegetable world, a more
effective anti - scorbutic. Sailors
at sea are protected against
scurvy when having plenty
of onions, and scurvy is driven away
when they come upon them. One who
ought to know, says: "Taken regularly,
they greatly promote the health of the
lungs and the digestivetaganß. An ex
tract, made by boiling down the juice of
onions to a syrup, and taken as a medi
cine, answers the purpose very well;but
iried, roasted or boiled onions are bet
ter." But, oh I if we could only obtain
some antidote to the odor when our
neighbor 6ees fit to indulge in them 1
CAUSB OF HEADACHE.—Br. Foote'a
Health Monthly says the many head
aches are caused by straining the eyes
either because of poor light or because
the individual ought to wear glasses to
assist the vision.
A SuGOESTioN.-Don't keep your rooms
full of steam on wash days, for that is
a sure way to have your children down
with colds or croup the day after. Open
the window at the bottom, and place a
board in the vacant place; then suffi
cient air can come in through the space
between the upper and lower sashes
without causing too groat a draft. Keep
the children out of doors as much as
possible on wash days.
Killing Dogs in Philadelphia.
The painless process by which about
7,000 dogs were killed last year, and as
many mere arc likely to be killed this
year, is a simple injeotion into an air
tight apartment, into which the dogs
are driven, of carbonic-oxide gas, gen
erated by means of two charcoal fur
naces. On every day except Saturday
the oity dog-catchers sond to the shelter
in the latticed wagon the day's catch
of canines, which are placed in the
pound. This is a spacious, comfortable
place, with cool running water, in which
the imprisoned animals may bathe on
the hot days, and where they are well
fed np to the day of execution. When
seventy-five or a hundred of them have
accumulated the death-room is pre
pared and they are driven into it De
scribing how one day's accumulation of
homeless canines were disposed of, a
Philadelphia paper says:
There were ninety-six of them. Lame
dogs, blind dogs, dogs little and dogs
big, poodle dogs, bulldogs and spitz
dogs, good-natured dogs and dogs which
would bark—and bite, too, if they
found a chance. All of this lot which
had been condemned were driven—a
barking, snapping mass—into the death
trap, which was then made air-tight.
The killing process, however, could
be examined through glass doors
provided for that purpose. In
a few minu'es the operator an
nounced that he was ready; the genera
tors were closed up, the escape damper
put down and the deadly gas allowed to
pass from the pipes into the compart
ment where the dogs were running
about like rats in a trap for a place to
get out. In less than a minute all the
small dogs fell over, gave a little kick
and died, and in fifty seconds more the
entire lmtoh, almost withont a single
spasm, had fallen to the floor and given
up the ghost. In about eight minutes
the gas was shut off and the bodies taken
out and delivered to a man who hauled
them away. This man pays the society
875 a year for the bodies of all the dogs
killed at the pound. He takes them to
a point down the river, where he has a
rendering establishment, and thence
find their way to the glove stores. The
fat is rendered and sold to the soap
man, and the bones are sent to the
phosphate factory, so that nothing is
lost Since the refuge was established
in 1874 there have been nearly 80 000
dogs thus disposed of by the society,
which thinks this is a more humane
plan than drowning them or subjecting
them to the tortnres of vivisection.
The salutation of the Egyptian* la
alleged to be, " How do yon perspire?
and that of the natiree of the Orinoco'
" How have the moeqnitoea need yon) *
TOPICS OK THE DAY,
The Mormon " missionaries" are
probably the most industrious of work
ers among ignorant men, and are not
daunted by anything short of physioal
force. About 100"missionaries"are at
work in Europe, and it is expected that
1,200 converts will reaob New York be
fore the olose of September.
One of the most eminent German
medical men is reported as saying that
there are not less probably than 10,000
persons in Germany who have become
slaves to the habit cf bypodermioally
injecting morphine. There are many
who take as much as eighteen injec
tions every day. Some have hardly a
sq lare inch of skin on their bodies
which is not marked by scars produoed
by this practice. Slaves of thiß habit
are even more hopelessly enchained
than those who take opium in other
ways, and it is speedier destruction.
Agriculture is still the leading pur
suit in the United States. A census
bulletin just issued shows a vast in
crease in the number of farms during
the past ten years. In 1850 the whole
number of farms was 1,449,073 ; in 1860,
2,044,677 ; in 1870, 2,659,985 ; in 1880,
4,008,907. The increase in the number
of farms during the decade 18?0-'80
was fifty-one per cent.; in the decade
1850-'6O it was forty-one per cent. In
1870 New York had the greatest number
of farms; but in 1880 it was third on
the list, being surpassed by Illinois
and Ohio. Farms are increasing in
number in the South, showing that the
plantations are being divided. Alabama
shows an inorease in numbers equal to
102 per cent, during the decade ; Ar
kansas, 91 per cent.; Florida, 129;
Georgia, 98 ; Louisiana, 70; Mississippi,
50 ; North Carolina, 68 ; Bouth Caro
lina, 81; Virginia, 60.
Among the most interesting of the
census bulletins is one recently issued
that shows the number of males of the
voting age of twenty-one years or over,
classified as native white, foreign white,
total white "and total colored. It is
seen by these tables that in only two
States does the male colored popula
tion of the voting age outnumber the
whites ; Mississippi has 130,278 colored
to 108,254 whites, and South Carolina
lias 118,889 colored to 86,900 whites.
Louisiana is nearly divided, the colored
numbering 107,977 to 108,810 whites.
Some States have surprisingly few of
these colored males of twenty-one years
or over. New Hampshire has but 237,
Vermont 314, and Maine 664. Nebras
ka also has remarkably few—Bß4. In
these tables, also, Chinese, Japanese
and Indians count as colored.
It is not generally known that nearly
all the male members of the imperial
German family are well trained and
proficient artisans, aud that the mem
bers of both sexes are accomplished in
the fine arts. Both the crown princess
and the Princess Frederick Charles
might succeed as painters, and the for
mer is skillful as a sculptress. Frederick
William himself has been the designer
of many a church and public build
ing. Prince Georga, under the
name of " Conrad," is a dramatist of
considerable reputation. But it is music
that has most occupied this royal house.
Frederick the Great, in the darkest
period that he experienced, played the
flute, while his sister, the Princess
Amalia, and the Prince Louis Ferdi
nand, were good composers. The pres
ent Prinoe Aiorecht is well known and
admired for his compositions, and a
growing formidable rival of his is the
hereditary prince of Meningen. Four
of the favorite military marches of the
present day are said to be of royal
origin,
Madame Nilsson, who is to return to
the United States this fall, was the
daughter of very poor Swedish parents.
She early exhibited musical talents,
and could sing and play the violin re
markably well. The owner of a ferry
employed her services to attract cus
tomers from a rival boat. When she
was big enough she traveled with her
father and mo'lier from fair to fair,
singing and playing, until one day an
influential Swedish gentleman discov
ered her musical genius. His name was
Tornerhjelm, and he opened to her suc
cessively the academies of Holmstadt
and Stockholm, obtained for her the
protection of the king and queen, and
had her, when she was fit to go to
Paris, sent there to study under Wartel.
Her benefactor got hold of the emperor
and empress of the French through the
king of Sweden and Dr. Evans, the
dentist. A wish expressed by them to
the directors of the Theatre Lyrique
and the opera house was taken as an
order. Christina Nilsson made her
debut at the fonner*as "Queen of the
Night" in the Magic Flute.
Looking ba~k to the fate of the
Wilkes Booths and Guiteaus of a cen
tury ago, one must own that judicial
punishment has beoome wonderfully
civilized daring the last four genera
tions. The assassins of the late czar
and of President Garfield have been
tried and hanged like any other mux
(I or or H. How they would have fared I*
the days of our great-grandfathers may
[he learned from the still extant sen
tence of the peasant Damienfl, who
attempted the life of Lonis XV.,
abont the middle of the last
century. The hurt which he inflicted
was a mere flesh-wound which speedily
healed; bat he was nevertheless sen
tenced to have " his right hand burned
from his body with flaming brimstone,
the flesh tom with red-hot pincers
from his breast, arms and calves, boil
ing oil poured into the wounds thus
made, and his b rdy torn limb from limb
by four horses," all which humane in
junctions were scrupulously carried out.
If this was the punishment of an as
sassin who failed in his] purpose, what,
would have boen done to him had he
succeeded ?
New Zealand's rabbit-skin trade has
attracted the attention of the United
States oonsul at Auckland, and it cer
tainly has points of interest. Ten years
ago there were only about 36,000 skins
exported, and now there are 8,500,000,
with a value of about half a million
dollars. Still more striking is the fact
that twenty years ago there was not
rabbit on the island. A few pairs of
gray rabbits were taken there by a gen
tleman hard driven for game to shoot,
and so prolific were they that in a few
years their descendants had eaten up a
great part of the vegetation, destroy
ing millions of dollars' worth of
property, causing sheep to die of star
vation by thousands, and threaten
ing to ruin agriculture. The colonists
employed dogs to kill them, but they
still multiplied faster than they could
be destroyed; then they resorted to
ferrets, weasels and poison, and this
latter was ineffectual, though scores of
thousands of sheep also fell victims to
it. It is believed that eighty millions of
rabbits a year are killed in New Zealand
by professional rabbit hunters with
their appliances. Making the best of
the misfortune, the skins of the pests
were turned into an article of com
merce as material for furs, and one of
the markets is the United States, which
faot has caused the consul to tell the
story. It reads, however, more like a
chapter of Jules Verne than like an
ordinary consular report.
"Cured."
One would suppose, to read the ad
vertisements of the "cures" by every
kind of patent medicine nowadays,
that no one need suffer longer with any
kind of disease. The trouble is these
so-called " cures" are apt to be only on
paper. We remember when a boy no
ticing a comic picture of one of the
many writers of " recipes" for covering
bald heads. The old man had a pate as
smooth and bald as a pumpkin with the
exception of two or three stray hairs at
the lower rim of the back of his head,
and he is represented as in the act of
writing: "Two or three applications
cured me and I have now a line head of
hair." But the "raising of a mus
tache" is perhaps as good an illustra
tion as any, where the boy, with a
cheek and lip as smooth and fair as a
girl's, writes that he has now a " fine
growth" of the desired article, stimu
lated into being by the wonderful prop
erties of the hair raiser. The following,
on stammering, as told by Miss Fox, in
her journal, is not bad, and illustrates
the value of these certificates of cure.
She says:
Mr. Gregory told us that, going the
other day by steamer from Liverpool to
London, he sat by an old gentleman
who would not talk, but only answered
his inquiries by nods or shakes of the
head. When they went down to dinner
he determined to make him speak if
possible; so he proceeded:
"Yci're going to London, I suppose?"
A nod.
" I shall be happy to meet you there;
where are your quarters 7"
There was no dispelling this, so his
friend, with the energy of despair,
broke out;
" I-I-I-I-I-I'm g g-g-going to D-D-D
Dootor Br-Br-Br-Brewater to be o-o-o
oured of this si- sl-slight im-impedi
ment in my sp sp-sp-speech."
At this instant a little white face
whioh had not appeared before popped
out from one of the berths and struck
in: "Th-th-th-that's the s-s-same m-m.
m-man wh-wh-who c-c-o-c-oured me I"
Washington's Will.
The trill of General Washington, on
file in the clerk's cfSoe at Fairfax, Va., has
reoeived so mnoh wear and tear from
visitors who desired to examine it, that
the clerk found it neoeesary to inoiose
it in a glass oase in ord JT to preserve it.
The will is written on heavy unruled
paper, about note si*a, and every side
is oovered. There are twenty seven pages,
all of which have General Washing
ton's name attaohed except the twenty*
third, which ended with the words
•'Oity of Washington;* and it is sup
posed that in looking over it the general
mistook the words for his signature,
and therefore failed to sign the page.
The entire will is in his own handwrit
ing, and was written In 1709—the yea ft
ha died.