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SCHWEIER, THX COSSTITl'TIOS THE CXIO.N AND MB I.1F0BCBXMI OF TBS LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXVII. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA.;: OCTOBER 8. J873. NO. 41. On. column 3u no 46 w mm Poetry. Work and Walt. A kasbaadmaa, who niaay years H .4 ploughed his flelds and aowa ia tears, Cirw weary with his doubts and fears. "I toil la Vila 1 These rocks sad aasds Will yield a harvest te ny hands ; TL heat seeds rotlajaarrea lands. "My dro9plag viae is wltherlag ; N j promised grspes its blossoms briag ; o birds amoag its braaches slag. "liv luck is dying ea the plain. The beav.n's are brut. they yield a. rala ; Tlis eartli is irua I toil ia vain." While vet be spake a breath had .Hired His drooping viae, like wing ef bird, Aad from Us leaves a voice he heard : "The germs aad fruita of life mast be Forever hid la mystery ; Vet aoae caa toll la vain for ate. "A mightier hand, more skilled than tkla., Hast hang the clusters ob the vine. And make the fields sad harvest sklae. "Men caa bat work ; God can create ; bat they who work, and watch, and watt. Have their reward, though It come late. "Look ap to Heaven ! behold aad hear Tbe clouds sad thundering ia thy ear A a answer to thy doubta and fear." He looked, and lo ! a eload-draped car. With trailing smoke and flames afar, Wss rowhlng from a distant star. Aad every thirsty flock and plaia Was rising up to meet the rain Tbat came to clothe the fleld with grsia. m And on the clouds he saw agala Tbe covenant of God with men, Kf-writtes with bis ralabow peB : "Heed time and harvest shall not fail, Aud though the gates of bell assail, sly truth aud promise shall prevail." 3Iicellaiiy. A Straus;? Hinlorr. A enrious case, says the Pall Mall tJazettc, was lately brought before one of the French tribunals. Eighteen years ago a young man named Eripe was con demned in contumaciam to tea years' penal servitude for forgery and embez zlement committed in Paris. He had misappropriated some fonr thoasand francs, but he voluntarily confessed his guilt a few days afterwards, making re stitution, at the same time, of the sum which still remained in his hands. The manager of the office in which he was employed, who entertained an excellent opinion of him, was anxious to hash the matter up, but the police insisted upon his prosecution. Eripe avoided arrest, and enlisted in a cavalry regi ment under the name of Lemaitre, a former school-fellow. He served for three years, and bore the best of char acters, but being offered a clerkship in the Aisne, he deserted. The real Lemaitre was arrested on this charge, but he had no difficulty in proving his innocence, and Eripe was again con demned in contumaciam to ten years' hard labor for usurping a name which did not belong to him. He, in the mean while, had been gaining the esteem of his employer, at whose instance he con tracted a marriage under the name of Lamaitre, by which he was still known. His wife died soon after their marriage, but her parents were so much attached to him that they bequeathed him some property, and obtained for him a more valuable appointment in a manufactory at Fismes. Here he made a second mar riage, which also proved a happy one, aud he seemed on the high road to for tune. One day, while he was talking with the station-master on the platform, a train arrived, the engine-driver of which happened to be the real Lamai tre, who recognized Eripe and de nounced him to the police. He was at once arrested, and it is needless to say tbat the matter created immense ex citement in the district. He was ar raigned upon the charge of forgery, but he did not attempt to deny his identity, and he very wisely based his defense on the ground that he had lived honestly since the commission of his first fault, eighteen years ago, asserting what was the literal truth that be could not have discontinued the use of the name under which he had enlisted without betraying himself. He moreover begged the Court to remember that in two years' time he would have been able to plead the statue of limitations ; and his case was strengthened by the presence of his second wife and her family, who en treated the Court to take a lenient view of his conduct A petition was signed by more than 1,200 inhabitants of Fismes, who bore testimony to his ex cellent character, and the jury returned a verdict of acquittal, which was re ceived with loud and unchecked ap plause. How to Dlajrover One's Station. Though it may be granted that the words of the catechism, which require a man to do his duty in the station te which it has pleased God to call him, to give an admirable definition of onr obligation to ourselves and to society ; yet the question remains, How is any given person to find out what is the particular station to which it has pleased (rod to call him? A new-born infant does not come into the world labeled scavenger, shopkeeper, bishop, or duke. One mass of red pulp is just like an other, to all outward appearance. And it is only by finding out what his facul ties are good for, and seeking, not for the sake of gratifying a paltry vanity, but as the highest duty to himself and to his fellow-men, to put himself in the position in which they can attain their full development, that the man discov ers his true station. That which is to be lamented, I fancy, is not that society should do its utmost to help its capa eity to ascend from the lower strata to the higher, but that it has no machinery by which to facilitate the descent of incapacity from the higher strata to the lower. ray ins off the Indians. Each one brings his little bundle of sticks and presents it to the agent to register. Sometimes dialogue like the following occurs ; "How many have you in your lodge ?" The Indian care fully and with great ceremony counts his bundle of sticks "Fifteen." "How many men f" "Two." The agent lays aside two sticks. "How many women?" "Three." Three more sticks are sepa rated. "How many children ?" "Eight" Eight more sticks are added to the heap. "What is the meaning of these two sticks that remain ?" The culprit, whose arithmetic had not served him to carry out his deception, disappears, amid the shouts and jeers of his com panions, who are always well pleased at the detection of any roguery in which they have had no share. Three new war vessels haws just been added to the British navy, and twenty five others are building. WAVED. "Miss Yiolet, will yon give this letter to sirs. JHanoy 7 I had my hands full of drawing ma terials, but I received the letter and continued on my way to Mrs. Maltby'a drawing-room. The drawings were little studies I had made while down at the sea-side, where l had spent my vacation made by Mrs. Maltby, to whom I had been a com panion for a year and Mrs. Maltby had been interested in them, saying: "Touch them up a bit, Violet, and I will get a portfolio for them and keep them." I usually sat with her in her dressing room through the mornings, and thither 1 repaired to touch np the drawings, while she sat with her slippered feet on the fender, embroidering with purple ana crimson wools. I gave her the letter, and went to a low seat in the deep bay-window. I sharpened a pencil, and then happened to glance towards my companion. Her face was ashy white. Her profile was turned towards me. In its irregu larity and pallor it looked like a face cut in stone. But I had never seen it look so sharp and deathly. The letter was clenched iu her hand. I had brought her bad news, I was shocked, but silent. I tried to remember what I knew of her family relations. She was a handsome, black haired woman of fifty, who had been early widowed, and returned to her father's house. Her parents were dead. Her mother had died in her infancy, and she had been the mistress of Red burn ever since. It was not long, how ever, since her father's decease. She never had a child. She had no brothers or sisters whom I had heard of. I could not surmise what had happened. I saw her burn the letter, and she rose and left the room. Afterwards I guessed whom that com munication was from. A week passed. They were quiet and comfortable but rather monotonous weeks at Bedburn. But, though young, I was less restless than most girls. I was not nnhappy with Mrs. Maltby. Only sometimes I wished for a little change. It came a most startling episode. We had company to dine Mrs. Maltby'a lawyer and personal friend from New York I was dressing her hair, as I sometimes did, for she liked my arrangements, pronouncing them artistic. Suddenly, without knock or warning, the door was flung open and a young man walked in. I felt Mrs. Maltby start under my hands. I myself was frightened, the intruder looked so bold and reckless. He was very handsome, but he looked to me to have been traveling long, or to have come out of some revet. His linen was soiled ; his long, clustering hair nnbrushed ; his eyes bloodshot ; yet his appearance was singularly attrac tive. I had never before seen so high bred and graceful a man. Mrs. Maltby did not speak to him. He seated himself before and not far from her, however. "Go on Violet," Bhe said. "Certainly. Let the young lady pro ceed with her task," he said, qnickly. "What I have to say need not interfere with her employment. I understand that she is your companion and confi dant, though I have not had the plea sure of meeting her before." The last sentence appeared to have been quite mechanically spoken, for he had fixed his eyes fiercely upon Mrs. Maltby'a face, and seemed to see only her. I went on piruing up the braids of her hair as I had been bid, but my hands trembled. I could not see her face, but I think she met that look steadily. "You refuse me," he said, in a far different tone from that in which he had first spoken low and concentrated. "Certainly," she answered. "Do yon want my blood upon your head ?" he exclaimed. "I washed my hands clear of you long ago," she answered composedly. "Long ago," he repeated, and a wave of emotion that was inexplicable to me went over his face. Then he was silent. I don't know why, but from that mo ment I pitied him. He got np and commenced walking tbe floor. "I tell you, Winifred, I must have this money," he said. "I must have it to-night, to-night," he repeated. Mrs. Maltby was silent. I caught a glimpse of her face. Flint was not harder. "Let me have it, Winifred," he said, pausing before her, "and I promise you 1 11 1 .1 - 1 .A A.' 11 snail ue we taut Mine. She made no reply. "The last time. I mean it, Winifred. His voice faltered. She did not speak. "Will you?" "No," ahe replied, with no emotion whatever. His face had been working with some strong, deep feeling. But that mono syllable seemed to strike him like a blow. He stood looking at her, his face still and desperate. '1 did not think God could make snch woman as you are," said he, at last I felt her shrink beneath the actual horror with which he seemed to regard her. But she spoke with her unaltera ble composure. "I told you more than a year ago that I should pay no more debts of yours, contracted at faro, or in any other way," she said. "I meant it; yon know I meant it I have given yon fair warn ing; I shall not change." He did not speak; his head was dropped upon his breast; he was deathly pale. "I have done my duty by you, Guy ; yon know that I have," she added. "Yes, you have been just, but you have never been merciful," he replied, "Oh God 1" He flung np his arms with bitter cry that wrung my heart I looked at her. She did not relent or go to him. He had flung himself into a chair, and with his head drooped and his arms folded upon his back, was the most hopeless figure I had ever seen. Bhe rose, for I had finished her hrir. Mid took sect nearer the fire. Her lips were gray as if she were cold, tnt her face was still as invincible as a flint He gave a groan, and started up sud denly. "I am going," he said. "I" He met her eye, and asked : "Why did you not kill me? I was altogether in your hands once. Yon killed her, you well remember." A flush stained her cheek. "Yon would have made her happy, I suppose, if she had lived," she said aaroastioally. But the sting did not seem to reach him. "If ahe had lived t Oh, heaven, if ahe had lived ! Winifred Sedley, may God deal by you as yon have dealt by me." "I am willing," she answered. He remained not a moment longer. Vaenls. hia nlnava- ahnnt him. he staVC her one look of reproach, and left the room. I looked wistfully at her ; she did not speak to me, and I, too, went away. She was ill the next day, bnt on the day following she appeared much as usual. Of all I thought and felt I, of course, said nothing. The matter was no affair of mine. I had not understood it; Mrs. Maltby would make me feel it I un derstood that the two were brother and sister, that the young man was named Guy Sedley ; that he was dissolute and in disgrace ; that Mrs. Maltby had taken care of him in boyhood, bnt now ignored the relationship. I was in no way allowed to learn anv more. But on the second night I was awak ened by a light shining into my cham ber. It was something unusual, for the little clock on the mantle was chiming twelve. After a moment I slipped out of bed and glided towards the open door. The long embroidered folds of my night gown tripped me, but I made no noise with my bare feet upon the deep velvet of the carpet I don't know whom I expected to see; certainly not Guy Sedley, kneeling before a sandal-wood chest with papers strewn around him on the floor. A taper, burning in a silver sconce upon the wall, showed his face perfectly cool as he went on search ing for something. He must have come through my room to reach this apartment for it had no opening bnt into my chamber. I was aware that the papers in the chest were valuable that there was money placed there. I saw that he was robbing his sister. 1 saw, too, a dirk-knife on the floor close at his side. I looked at him an instant even then I remembered to pity him then glided forward, snatched the knife and leaped back to the door. I was mistress of the situation, for I had come from behind him done all as in a flash of lightning and as he rose to his feet stood with my back to the closed door, with a calmness that showed that it was not my intention to immediately arouse the house. . With a presence of mind equal to my own, he put the roll of bills he had been searching for into the fob of his waist coat and with a glittering eye regarded me speculatively. I was petite, and I had not screamed. I know now that he was not much afraid of me, although he appeared to be. "You have been robbing your sister," I said, "but if you will put the money back, 1 will let you go." His intense attention of me changed to a look of wonder. "You, child, are not afraid of me ?" he asked. "No," I answered truthfully. "But I watched you in your sleep a moment ago, debating whether it were necessary to kill you or not." "You must have been glad to find that it was not necessary," I answered. He locked more astonished than be fore, but I did not stop to think of that "rut the money back, I said. "No," he said firmly. "I will murder you first" "Uo not do that," said I. "l am your friend. I was sorry for you that day." He did not speak, but a troubled look disturbed the pale fixedness of his face. "How much monev have you there." I asked. "One hundred dollars." "And you need it very much ?" "Verv ranch " he renlied. with a bit ter smile. "Please put it back." I said. "She has been just to yon. I would like to be merciful. I wiu give you the money." "lour "I have it yes here in my room ; let me show yon." X flung open the door next to my writing-desk and came back. ".t hese I will give you freely, 1 said. opening the roll. "You said to your sister it should be the last time, and 1 hope " He had taken the bills into his hand. looking at them in a kind, unbelieving way. "lou may hope that you have saved me," he said, in a low tone. We were silent for a moment. "You know now that I was very sorry for you," I said with tears in my eyes. "les, he said gravely. "And 1 love yon for it" Me put Mrs. Maltby s money back, and rearranged the chest I began to listen nervously for voices about the honse, but all was very still He locked the chest and gave me the key. "ion know where it is kept ? "Yes, in a drawer in her dressing- room." 1 wondered bow he had ob taired it "Hurry and get away." "There is no danger ; I paved the way j carefully. Pure, brave little girl, how fearless you are lor yourself. He looked at me earnestly, as if be wished to carry away a clear memory of my features, then wrapped his cloak about him, flung up the sash, and leaped soundlessly out into the darkness. I extinguished the taper and crept back to bed. I did not hear a sound of any kind about the honse until day break. When I arose I saw the dirk-knife dittoi-inr in the snnshine near mr writ ing-desk, where I had laid it Then I shuddered. At eight o clock the watchman, who was kept on the ground, was found gagged and bound just inside Bedbnrn's entrance. Yes, Guy Sedley had pr ved his way coolly and surely. A year later I was mistress of Bed burn ; the beautiful honse, the spacious grounds were all mine. Mrs. Aiaitoy had died and bequeathed them to me. On her dying bed she had said : "Violet, you are my heiress. There is only one living being who has my blood in his veins; him I disown." She paused, and then went on : "You have seen my brother ; I loved him, I was ambitious for him, bnt his natural bent was evil. We had a cousin Flora a love child, who was brought np with him. They were engaged to be mar ried, but I forbade it I revealed to her his dissipation ; I told her of his debts and deeds of daring. She loved him ; she trusted him ; but she was delicate, and died. He said I killed her." fthn crew nale even oast her dying pallor, but she went on : "When I last saw him the officers of justice were after him ; he was s de faulter ; he had stolen money to pay his gambling debts. He is probably in jail now ; but I will have none of him, and I will never forgive him." So she died hard as a flint to the last And I was mistress of Bedbum. . Iwasvonne: I was fond of gay sty; I had now the means at my disposal. Evarr summer my home was filled with fiesta. In the winter, I was in New ork or abroad. And yet I lived only en the interest of the money bestowed upon me. Three years passed. I had nei heard a word of Guy Sedley ; when one day the Bromleys, of New York, who were coming to visit me, asked leave to bring a friend. I extended the solicited invitation, and Guy Sedley came. - It was a shock, but he gave no token of the past Reclaimed from his errors he was so refined and manly that he was the most distinguished of my guests. 1 loved him, but I thought : "He must hate me, the usurper of his rights. He is poor because I have his patrimony. I have no right to Redbnrn, and I will not keep it. I will give it back to him again." An opportunity came. He was sitting on the terrace one bright evening. I went and took a seat near him. "How lovely this view is 1" he ex claimed, pointing towaids the distant hills. "Yes, and yon shall wish for your right any longer, Mr. Sedley. Redbnrn is yours. I have no claim upon it." He did not speak, and 1 went on, saying : "Your sister was just, and she would have made yon the heir had she lived to see what you are to-day." "But it was your mercy, and not your justice, Miss Violet, that saved me. Violet, I love you, and I will take Red bnrn with your hand, not else." I put my hand in his, trusting him, loving him utterly, and proud, very proud, to make him master of Redburn, The Shah or l'erwla. The Shah of Persia, the "King of Kings," and we know not what else besides, has visited Europe and gone back to the Orient He has been pro cessioned, and feted, and toadied to generally, by high and low, in a way that we thought Americans only were capable of. Kings and queens have delighted to do him honor, and the common people have stared at him with open-mouthed wonder. Not that only the cold meats remain of the feasts and the wax-tapers have burned low, and the distinguished stranger has taken his departure, with his numerous retinue, and is fairly out of hearing. we begin to find what manner of man he is. It seems strange, knowing so well from the tales of travelers what his nation is like, that there should have been any doubt or ignorance about the matter. We are told that he is gross in appearance and boorish in manners ; in brief, the representative ruler of a barbarous nation, which arrogates to itself all the wisdom and refinement and religion of the world, and looks with contempt and hatred upon all out siders. Still, we hope that the Shah s Western tour may not be unproductive of good results to himself, and through him to his people. Having seen Western civil ization in its full tide, he may be emu lous of introducing some of its material advantages at least into his own country, and from them may spring a spirit of toleration which is now nowhere found in Mohammedan countries. ' The rail road which is to connect El Medina with Mecca will do much toward breaking down the barriers of Orientalism, and it may yet be found, not only in Persia, but in every portion of the world, thtt the iron track will become the literal representative of the bonds of fraternity. Harper's Magazine. Legend of the Cloek of BUrasbnrg latsiearai. Many years ago there lived in Stras- burg an aged and experienced mechanic Buried in his arts, he forgot the ways of the world, and promised his daughter to his gallant young apprentice, instead of to the hideous old magistrate, who approached the maiden with offers of gold and dignity. One day the youth and damsel found the unworldly artist weeping for joy before his completed clock, the wonder of the earth. Every body came to see it and the corporation bought it for the cathedral. The city of Basel bespoke another just like it. This order aroused the jealousy of the authorities, who tried to make the rrtchamo promise that he would never repeat his master-piece for another town. "Heaven gave me not my talents to feed your vain ambition," said the man of craft ; "the men ot Basel were quicker to recognize my skill than you were. I will make no such promise." Upon that the rejected suitor, who was among the magistrates, persuaded his colleagues to put out the artist's eyes. The old man heard his fate with lofty fortitude, and only asked tbat be might suffer the sentence in the presence of his darling work, to which he wished to give a few final strokes. His request was granted, and he gazed long at the splendid clock, setting its wonders in motion to count off the last-remaining moments of .his sight "Come, laggard," said the prosecuting magistrate, who had brought a crowd of spectators, "you are taxing the patience of this kind audience." "But one touoh remains," said the old mechanic, "to complete my work ;" and he busied himself a moment among the wheels. While he suffered the agonies of his torture a fearful whir was heard from the clock ; the weights tumbled crashing to the floor as his eyes fell from their sockets. He had removed the master-spring, and - his revenge was complete. Tbe lovers devoted their lives to the comfort of the blind clockmaker,and the wicked magis trate was hooted from society. The' clock remained a ruin until 1842, when parts of it were used in the new one constructed by &ehwigue.-Lippincott'9 Magazine. , The Prayer or Agassis. The Clirintian VnionlVL W. Beeeher), speaking of the speech by Professor Agassiz, at the opening of the Anderson School of Natural History, says : After a few opening words, felicitously suited to put all their minds into fellowship, Agassiz said, tenderly, and with touch ing frankress, "I think we have need of help. I do not feel that I can call on any one here to ask a blessing for us. I know I would not have anybody pray for ns at this moment I ask you for a moment to pray for yourselves," Upon this, the great scientist in an age in which so many other great scien tists have conclnded that praying is quite an unscientific and very useless proceeding bowed his head reverently; his pupils and friends did tbe same ; and, there, in a silence that was very beautiful, each spirit was free to crave of the Great Spirit the blessing that was needed. For our own part, it seems to us that this scene of Agassiz and his pupils with heads bowed in silent prayer for the blessing of the God of Nature to be given to that school then opened for study of Nature, is a spectacle for some great artist to spread out worthily upon canvas, and to be kept alive in the memory of mankind. What are corona tions, royal pageants, the parade of ar mies, to a scene iie uus t a aeraias the coming of the new heavens and the new earth the golden age when Na ture and Man shall be reconciled, and the conquests of truth shall supersede the conquests of brute loroa. - False AnUejnltles. : -. There has at all tunes been a prone. ness. more or less developed, tor indul gence in practical jokes or deceptions called hoaxet ; sometimes through self interested motives, but more usually . - . . . . ... i. springing I rum a, love oi iuu, witu a, uis of malice in it Antiquaries have fre quently been victimized in this way, by the fabrication of articles purporting to be interesting as relics of past times. The readers of Sir Walter Scott's "An tiquary" will remember the metal vessel inscribed with the letters "A-D-L-L," which Monkbarns interpreted to meac Akricola dicavit Ubena lubena;" but which Edie Ochiltree boldly pronounced to be "Aikin Drum, lang ladle." This was a supposed instance of honest mis oonstructtion by a learned man whose zeal travelled a little too fast due to Scott's imagination : but there was a real instance in the case of Vallancey, an Irish antiquary, who found a sculp tured stone on the hill of Tara, and en graved the six letters of inscription in a costly work which he published ; he made out these to mean, "To Belus, God of Fire ; " but they proved to be simply some of the letters in the name of an Irishman, who, lying down lazily on the stone, incised them with a knife or chisel In 1756, a wit, aided by an engraver, cut on a flat stone several words which were really an epitaph : "Beneath this stone reposeth Claud- Coster, tripe-seller of Impington, as doth his consort Jane ; but the seventy- seven letters were so skillfully divided into apparent words, syllables, and ab breviations, as to look exactly like a Latin inscription relating to the Em peror Claudius. - For a long time, this stone deceived antiquaries. Uough, the celebrated archieologist. saw at a curiosity-shop a slab of stone, inscribed in a curious way, bought it had it described before the Society of Antiquaries, and engraved for the ue.n tleman'f Magazine. It purported to be, "Here Hardcnut drank a wine horn dry, stared about him, and died." The shopkeeper stated that the stone had been discovered in Kennirgton Lane, where the palace of Hardcnut, or Har dicanute is supposed to have been sit uated. The whole affair proved to be a hoax. George Stevens, having a grudge against Gough, procured a fragment of a chimney-slab, -scratched an inscrip tion on it in rudely-formed letters, and got a curiosity-dealer so to manage that Gough should see and buy the stone. Italy is wonderfully fertile in modern antiquities, articles made to imitate an cient productions, and sold at a high price to unwary art-connoisseurs. Inghirami, in his costly work ou vases ("Vasi Fittilli"), has a most absurd en graving of a vase, on which is depicted an arcbioologist running alter fame: the lady has her thumb to her nose, ex actly in the way known to boys as "taking a sight, while three engraved Greek words represent her as saying, "Be off, my fine fellow!" No such vase existed ; a hoax had been perpe trated by a rival connoisseur, which Inghirami did not discover soon enough to cancel his engraving. There is no scarcity of instances at the present day.and in enr own country, of the manufacture of antiques more for profitable deception than mere wag gery. Roman vessels and coins are every year coming to light which the Romans never saw, and flint implements which certainly were not fabricated in the stone period. Numismatists and coin collectors know, to their cost some times, what rogues can do in one par ticular department of fraudulent hoax ing. A very old silver coin is worth, in the antiquarian market, many times its weight in pure silver, or even pure gold, and hence there is a strong temptation to manufacture modern antique coins, producing, at the cost of a few shillings, that which will bring many pounds. There is reason to suspect that even in old times such sophistications were practised : for Roman coins have been occasionally dug up, in which the good specimens are found to be mixed with others evidently plated, and others, again, as evidently washed over with silver. The Greek islands are known at the present day to shelter men who make false dies of ancient coins, as a preliminary to the manufacture of new specimens so doctored up as to pass lor old. The trade is a lucrative one. A certain engraver of these surreptitious cues is said to have netted two or three thousand pounds from the pockets of English tourists alone, who bought the counterfeits at high prices, under the belief in their genuine antique charac ter.. The dies were really well en graved, and the coins put out of hand in clever style. Chamber's Journal. A Pinch of Salt. George went to the meadow to carry a bucket of salt for the cattle. "How odd," said George, "that nothing can live without salt ! What is salt ?" "Why, salt is salt to be sure," said the Plow man. That is so, but the answer did not quite satisfy George. There is a metal called sodium, wnicn looks like little silvery globes, and it is a sort of cousin to gold and silver. If these little globes in their way over the world meet and are breathed upon by a yellowish-green vrpor, called chlorine, they varnish in an instant ; and in place of the two sodium and chlorine, there is a grain of salt It is a happy thing in nature that these do come together very often, otherwise we should have no salt, and salt is necessary for all sorts of life. It is found almost everywhere; It is in the great oceans ; there are also salt lakes, and salt springs, and salt moun tains, and salt fields. Spain has a great mountain of salt ; and Poland has some wonderful mines. where you are let down into a pit and come to workshops where hundreds of men are hewing out blocks of pure white -salt,' which shine and sparkle in the lamplight like diamonds. in America there is a famous lake. Silt springs are very common. The sea water is pumped into broad flat pans, ana leu in we sun io oe anea np. When it is dried up the salt is left in a crust on the bottom of the pans. There are also great salt works in England. If water gives us salt so also does fire. After an eruption, the cracks and crevices of Mount Vesuvions are often covered with a thick coat of salt Huge blocks of it were once found very near ; its burring month. The people of Ice land, too, often carry whole wagon loads of salt from their burning Mount Hecla. There are plants likewise which can yield a small supply. By the seashore grows a gray, prickly, homely plant called saltwort Our soda mostly comes from the ashes of this very plant Do yon know the curious and pretty ice- plant t it sometimes grows in gardens ; of tener in green houses. This is a great treasure to the people of -the Canary Islands, who raise it in large fields.pull it np, burn it, and drive a good trade with the sods which they get from its ashes. What stores of useful things are to be found in nature. Animals which live on vegetation es pecially delight in salt Wild beasts on the plains, and deer, as well as cat tle in our barnyards, are fond of it. in deed, life would perish without salt A man weighing one hundred and fifty pounds has in him pound of salt at least His body needs it in order to be strong and healthy. If this is no longer to be bad, his flesh falls away, he loses his hair, his eyes grow dim, his bones become soft nd his whole system breaks down. Long ago, even among the Arabs of to-day, bargains are made binding Dy the use of salt A tray of salt is put be tween the two contracting parties, each take a piece, and that means good faith forever. Yon remember the Lord Jesus tells his people to be the "salt of the earth. that is, to live so as to shed a pure and wholesoms influence around where no thinscorrupt can live. And St Paul says our words must be "seasoned with salt." A pinch of salt is a very common thing, We see it every day on the table, and never think of it much less think how curiously God has made the world one great salt-cellar for our use and en joyment ! The Fetrh, or the Doppelgaager. I have known several instances of persons who have seen the "fetch," or apparition of a living person, called in Germany the "Doppelganger ;" yet. though such appearances are usually supposed to portend the death or illness of the person thus strangely "doubled," I have never yet heard of a case where any unpleasant consequences followed. For instance, an old friend of mine, a gentleman of undoubted veracity, once told me that on one occasion he entered his house about five o'clock in the after noon, and ran upstairs to his mother's bed-chamber, where he saw her stand ing near the centre of the room, clad in a loose white gown and engaged in combing out her long black hair. He remained looking at her for some mo ments, expecting that she would speak to him, but Bhe did not take any notice in any way of his presence, and neither spoke nor looked at him. He then ad dressed her, but, receiving no reply, became indignant and went down stairs, where, to his amazement, he found his mother seated by the parlor window, dressed and coiffce as usual. It was some years before he would trust him self to tell her of what he had seen. fearing that she might consider it an omen of approaching death, and indeed. though not a superstitious man. he was inclined so to view it himself ; but his mother lived for many years after the appearance of her wraith. I also knew a young gentleman to whom the un pleasant experience of beholding his own double was once vouchsafed. He bad been spending a quiet evening with some young ladies, and returned home about eleven o'clock, let himself into the house with his latch key, and pro ceeded to his own room, where he found the gas already lighted, though turned down to a mere blue spark. He turned it up, and the full light of the jet shone on his bed, which stood just beside the burner, and there, extended at full length, lay himself. His first idea was of a burglar or some such intruder. But his second glance dispelled that impres sion. He stood for some moments gaz ing at the prostrate figure with feelings which must have been anything but agreeable ; he noticed little peculiari ties of Lis own dress and features, snd marked the closed eyelids and easy respiration of slumber. At length, plucking up courage, he attempted to pass his hand under the pillow to draw out a small revolver which he usually kept there, snd as he did so he felt the pressure of the pillow, as though weighed down by a reclining head. This completely unnerved him. He went out of the room, locking the door on the outside, and spent the remainder of the night on a sofa in the parlor. He did not re-enter his chamber till broad daylight, when, to his delight he found that his ghostly visitor had vanished. Lippincott's Magazine. Growing Old In One Night. The sexton of St Joseph's Cathedral, Vienna, being a man of extraordinary nerve and boldness, was accustomed to stand on the pinnacle of the tower when ever the emperor made a grand entry to the city, and wave a flag as the pageant passed by. When, however, Leopold, who had just been chosen emperor at Frankfort, was about to enter the city, the loyal sexton, still anxious to be true to the old custom, but finding that years hai told against his nerve, declared that any one who would take his place suc cessfully should win his daughter. Gabriel Petersheim, who was disliked by the sexton, bnt loved his daughter, at once accepted the offer, to the dis gust of the sexton, who then arranged with two villains to close the trap-door of the upper stairway, while Gabriel was above, thinking that as the emperor was to enter toward evening, no one need be the wiser, and the lad must certainly fall before morning. The two accomplices did their foul work, and their intended victim, finding his way down again barred, was confronted with the alternative of clinging to the spire through a cold, wintry night with his feet resting on a surface hardly ten inches in circumference ; or of precipi tating himself to the pavement at once, and thus ending the matter. Gabriel was a youth of firm will and hardy con stitution ; he clung to the cold column till morning. But the story goes that his rescuers were amazed to observe that his curling locks were white ss snow ; his wonted rosy cheeks were yel low and wrinkled ; and his eyes, before so bright, were now sunken and dim. One night of horror had placed him forty years nearer his grave. Nataral Relations. Wisdom will never let us stand with any man or men on an unfriendly foot ing. We refuse sympathy and intimacy with people, as if we waited for some better sympathy and .intimacy to come. But whence and when? To-morrow will be like to day. Life wastes itself while we are preparing to live. Let ns suck the sweetness of those affections and consuetudes that grow near us. Undoubtedly, we can easily pick faults in our company, can easily whisper names prouder and that tickle the fancy more. Every man's imagination hath its friends ; and pleasant would life be with such companions. But if yon cannot have them on good, mutual terms, you cannot have them. If not the Deity, but our ambition, hews snd shapes the new relations, their virtue escapes, as strawberries lose their flavor in garden beds. Umeraon. If we are cheerful and contented, all nature smiles with ns ; the air seems more balmy, the sky clearer, the ground has a brighter green, the trees nave a richer foliage, the flowers a more fra grant smell, the birds sing more sweetly, and the sun, moon and stars all appear more beautiful. The Dead AUve. One of the most beautiful poems in in memonam speculates upon the kind oi reception me dead would meet with from their re'atives, supposing that they could resume their life once more, with all their privileges of heirship and of marriage. As for the writer, he avers that whniAWAV trt.nara r Via vmm Kn. wrought he finds not yet one lonely A 1 1 . . . . luougut was cries against nis wisn for his flMui fViorwl . tint, wifti nMi? in others, there is some reasonable doubt "'Twss well, indeed, when warm with wine, To pledge theas wits a kladlT tear ; To talk them e'er; te wish them here ; To nu their memorise half divine ; "Bat If they earns who paas'd that way : Behold their brides la other haada ! The hard heir atrldes about their lands, Aad wUi not jlsld taea (or day." And yet such resuscitations have hap pened not once only, but very many times. In 1685. a miller st Abbeville, nassinff by the gallows where a robber had been suspended on the previous day, per ceived some signs of life in him. Being movea with compassion, he managed, with the assistance of his servant to take him down and convey him home in his cart Then he tended him care fully until the felon was nnita mntnrArl to health, with the intention of dis missing him with a sum of money, in order that the poor wretch might be enabled to recommence hie in an honest manner. Unfortunately, however, this good Samaritan delayed the execution of his design too long ; and on a certain Sunday of all days in the week this ungrateful scoundrel left the hospitable mill with as much of the money and valuables of the owner as he could lay his hands on. Now. it so happened thatthecurateof Abbeville had preached an unusually short discourse, and the miller and his men came home from church in time to overtake the robber. This they did; and, without wasting any more valuable time in reforming him, they took him to the gallows upon which they had found him, with many apologies for having disturbed him in the first instance, and there they hanged him with particular can "pulling his wicked legs," adds the chronicler, "to make sure that he should thieve no moie." Nevertheless, the doers of this most atrocious deed had to flee the country until a pardon was obtained for them from the most Chris tian king. This seems to confirm the poet's the ory that in most cases dead people should remain so, keeping in mind the excellence of the saying, "Let bygones be bygones." Nevertheless, here is a case to the contirry : In the Church of the Apostles at Cologne there is a large Eictnre descriptive of the restoration to fe of Reichmnth Adolch, the wife of a counselor of that city, under circum stances which have been borrowed for materials to construct many fictitious stories of a similar kind. This lady was supposed to have died of the plague which devastated Cologne in 1571 ; but, being buried with a valuable ring on her finger, the sexton of the church thought it a pity such good jewelry should be wasted, and opened her coffin on the very night of her interment This conduct she resented by sitting up and collaring him on the instant, where upon he fled with excusable precipita tion, under the idea that he had irri tated en inhabitant of the other world. Mrs. Adolch, however, was far from dead ; and, leaving the vault, sha at once proceeded in her grave-clothes to her own home. She was not however, "out of the wood" yet, exoept in the literal sense. The maid-servant, who was roused by her ringing, declined to let her in, although she narrated the circumstances of her reappearance, through the keyhole, in order to still her fears. The girl was either really too terrified, or preferred a situation without a female head to it for she did not open the door, but ran to her mas ter's room, who informed her for her pains that she was a mad woman ; and all this time the poor lady was shiver ing in her shroud, and almost wishing herself back again under cover. At length she was admitted, and by means of proper treatment so entirely recov ered that "she afterwards had three sons who were clergymen." Ministry or Angels. Angels are our constant attendants and intimate associates ; they enter into and foster all our good affections, and labor to repress or to moderete our evil propensities. There is not a holy feeling or an upright thought in human minds, which they do not inspire ; in short, the channels through which the Divine mercy and grace are conveyed to man kind, who, in their fallen state, could not without treir means, be kept in connection with the fountain of infinite purity and inaccessible delight Indeed, the life of man is supported by spiritual association, for he could neither think or will without the agency of conge nial spirits. Man is, therefore, not only attended by angels from Heaven, but also by spirits from hell ; and, as those from above give the power of thinking and willing what is true and good, so those from beneath give the power of thinking and willing what is evil and false. As a man of himself is mere evil, in his unregenerate state he draws into connection with himself snch spirits only as a: e of a similar nature ; and were these allowed to obtain entire possession of the hjmaa. faculties, their nnhappy subject must inevitably perish. It is only, theiefoie, to the providence of the Lord that we are indebted for that angelic protection and influence which we enjoy, which raises us, as it were, out of hell into the midst between the kingdon of light and the kingdom of darkness, and preserves us in the perfect liberty of turniBg to the one or to the other. The vision which was made to pass before the mental eyes of Jacob, when reposing on his stony pil low, is at once a clear proof and beauti ful representation of angelic ministra tion. A ladder is presented that reaches from earth to Heaven, by which the word is to be understood ; and while God is above and man below it, the in termediate steps are occupied by angels, not in a state of rest but of activity, ascending and descending, raising the thoughts and affections of man to God, and bringing down the gifts of God to Italy la Snmnaer. Most American travelers think that Italy should be avoided in the summer. They make a great mistake. They for get that a large part of it is in a higher latitude than our chief Atlantic cities, and that westerly tmeses, which in the United States blow over a hot conti nent are here cooled by the Mediter ranean. Barely is the heat so insuffer able here as in those cities. Coral ornaments, it is reported, are again coming into fashion. Ear-rings in the form of stars snd made to fit into the ears like studs, will be much worn. "Varieties. The Ohio Agricultural College has one female student Two women will occupy seats in the next Wyoming Legislature. Cholera is reported to be depopula ting the Hanisburg chicken crops. Sea anemones are used for food in certain countries, and are even con sidered delicacies. ; . An ingenious Boston trirl has tancht a squirrel in his revolving cave to turn her sewing machine. The frennencv in Smitprlan.l nt criminals committing suicide iu their cells is attracting attention. Concord. Mass.. has a new public library, erected at a cost of 75,000, and the gift of William Manroe. A herd of buffaloes recently passed through Western Kansas, and tliev were thirty hours in going by a giveu point. General Custer's Indian cognomen is the "little devil with much hair." That is enough to make him commit hari kari. A Texas man recently declined to re ceive a telegraphic despatch from a yellow fever locality, for fear he might eaten the disease. Jean Jaques Rousseau asserted that man was naturally a quadruped, and when not tanght otherwise, would walk on his hands and feet There is a mule owned by sharpers traveling through Illinois that can trot a mile in 2:28. Five minntes is con sidered good time for this species of quadruped. Some farmers in California have es tablished a bank of their own, and they run it themselves. Their object is mutual benefit aud independence of speculators. A witness in a Mrmf.ronl nn1ia onnrf recently ailmit.ttxl -it! emit f. jiflniln. that he had first accepted a bribe of $15 not 10 appear, ana men made arrange ments wherebv lift mifflir. her- and brought into court. Mention was recently made of the fall of a large a-rolite in Indiana. A farmer of Tippecanoe county, in that State, has discovered the fragments ot the meteoric stone, which it is esti mated weighs upward of 1000 pounds. Belts, with pockets attached, and traveling bugs made of alligators' skins. are said to be the caprice of the season abroad. This leather is a light corn color, with many irregular indentations, and is mounted with gilt oxidized silver or Russian leather. At the bight of the season in Balti more watermelons sold on the wharves at from 5 to 20 cents each, the latter price being paid only for small lots of very fine ones, weighing in some in stances as high as 50 to GO pounds. Fifty thousand people attended a recent exhibition at Bath of the Royal Horticultural Society, and the receipts for admission during the five davs ag gregated 810,000. This argnes a devel opment of the rural feeling in England which it is pleasant to contemplate. A recipe for perpetnal youth is to stmly God's book of nature. Never be idle. See the good in mankind, pass by the evil. Love yourself least. Strive to do some good every day of your life. Speak only kind words. Thus your heart will ever be young, and your friends will not notice the wrinkles of ge. The Boston Transcript wants to know what TTlJlllp T J if. H a l f t crn liailr n rmti Vin men, and if she was discontented with her Lot At the time we got onr big gold medal for perfect Sunday-school recitations it was our opinion that she left him because she was an indepen dent woman, and wanted to earn her salt An old, rough clergyman once took for his text that passage of the Psalms, "I said in my haste all men are bars." Looking up, apparently as if he saw the Psalmist stauding immediately before hiin, he said: "You arid it in your haste, David, did yon ? Well, if you had been here, you might have said it after mature reflection. " Often when traveling among tne Alps one sees a small black cross printed upon the rock or on the brink of a tor rent, or on the verge of the highway, to mark the spot where men have met with a sudden death, that others may shun the danger. So God in His work has marked the spots where men fell, and the sins by which they perished, that those who follow after may know where peril lies. "Of all dreary places, deliver me from the farm-houses which many people call home. Bars for a front gate, chickens wallowing before the door, pig-pens elbowing the honse in the rear, scraggy trees never cared for or no trees at all, no cheering shrubs, no neatness, no trimness. And yet a. lawn and trees and a neat walk and a pleas ant fence don't cost a great deal." A poor German immigrant was brought before the grand jury in Chi cago, lately, charged with stealing some old clothing. His excuse was that he desired to sell them to obtain food for his wife and five children, who were starving. The grand jurors fonnd no bill, and taxed themselves 50 cents a head for the benefit of the family. The wife and children, during the husband's imprisonment, were fed by the jailor. A certain person had a friend who was a miser. One day he said to him, "I am going on a journey ; give me your ring, then I shall always have yon near me, for whenever I look upon it you will come to my remembrance." the miser made answer, "If you wish to keep me in remembrance as often as you look at your naked fingers remember that yon asked a certain person for his ring, and he refused to give it to you !" The Rochester (N. YA Union relates the following strange incident : "About six weeks ago, Miss Crowell, a ward of Mrs. Pruyn, of Albony, mysteriously disappeared from the residence of that lady, and for a long time all efforts to discover her whereabouts were unavail ing. An uncle of the yonng lady as sisted Mrs. Pruyn in the search. He came westward, and, on reaching this city, fell in with a Cleveland man, who told him a remarkable story of a young lady who had been fonnd on the stoop of his residence in a sort of trance, who had been sheltered, and who displayed a number of accomplishments, though still out of her mind. The description was sufficient clue, and the girl's uncle Eroceeded directly to Cleveland, where e found his long lost niece in the con dition stated. She was suffering from aberration of mind. On being removed to her residence in Albany, a terrible fever set in and she has not yet re covered. Miss Crowell is 15 years of age, and was the daughter of a former Philadelphia merchant, from whom she inherited a large fortune."
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