ffliilfc( ,)r-ufA, 1 HENEIY A. PARSONS, Jb., Editor and Publisher. . . ELK -COUNTY TUE REPUBLICAN PARTY. Two Dollars tm Ann cm. . I. RIDGWAY, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1871. NO. 35. u um n , a b i VOL tlX'S COMPLAINT. HESTER A. BEtiKPtCT. l'sc a poor 'iltle sorrowful baby, For B'ldgct is 'way down stairs; My tittcn bag statched my finder, And Dolly won't say her p'aycrs. I hain't seen iny bootiful mnmma Since ever bo Ion' ado ; An' I ain't her tunnln'est baby . No loader, for B'ldgct Bald so. My ma's dot anoder new baby ; Dod dived It He did yes'erday, An' It kics, It kics, oh, so defTul t 1 wis he would fate it away. I don't want no " sweet 'lttle sister !" I want my drod mamma, 1 do ; I want her totiss me, au' tiss me, An' tall me her p'ecious Lulu t I dess my bid papa will b'ln' me, A 'lttle dood tltten some day, Here's nurse wld my mamma's new baby ; I wis' s'e would tate it away. Oh, oh, what tunnln' ycd finders 1 It sets me yite out o' its eyes I I dess we will tecp it, and dive it Sometanny whenever It kles. I dess I will dive it my Dolly To play wld mos' every day ; And I dess, I dess Say, B'ldgct, As' Dod not to tale it away. The Children?! Hour. A FORTUNE IN A TEACUP. " You don't looli happy, Beatrice." ' Well'r" " Not a very encouraging inflection on the word, my dear. Does it invite sym pathy or inquiry Y' ' " Neither." " I believe you are out of sorts." " Have you any objtction '(" Her handsome, good-natured brother laughed outright. ' Very Berious objection, Beatrice, if it makes you cross with me. Now, tell me all about it." " I've nothing to tell." Harry Longworth gave her a quisle look, mistrusting at once the cause ot her unainiable mood. He was a tine young fellow of two-and-twenty, with a bright, cheerful face that won every body's confidence, and the frankest, sunniest temper in the world every body's friend and a moot devoted brother. Beatrice, two years younger, had been slily called " Iceberg " by her school friends, who had fouud considerable dif ficulty in thawing the reserve of a cold and apparently unsympathetic nature. She was admired where she was scarcely liked, for htr literary ability and flue conversational powers, which she some times chose to exhibit, gave her a claim to be considered " brilliant " in the cir cle where she moved. To her could justly be applied Tennyson's description of Maud " Faultily faultless, icily reg ular, splendidly null." She stood, in her elegant walking dress, leaning against one of the veranda pillars, and listlessly swinging a croquet mallet to and fro. The sound of merry laughter from a distance seemed to an noy her, and she shrugged her shoulders impatiently under her brother's touch. "Beatrice, you have quarreled with Doctor King." She looked up with a defiant expres sion. " That is my affair, Harry." Inside the parlor, the window of which stood open, a woman sat reading. She closed her book at the sound of voices, and sat erect, quiet, listening. " You are making a mistake, then, in your own affairs. This is the second time, you know, and Doctor King is not the man to endure trifling. For heaven's sake, don't let your abominable pride stand in the way to your happiness; though I believe you would sooner die by inches than yield, Beatrice." " I yield only when I am in the wrong, Harry. But what made you suppose there was trouble between us ? 1 said nothing." "Probably you can recall the old adage of actions speaking louder than words, and then you know how easily your gifted brother puts this and that together. I was in John King's room only half au hour ago ; found him pack ing his valise, humming a little tune to himsell, by-the-way, and not apparently suffering from heart-disease. He told me he was suddenly called to New York could not tell when he would return. But, now I find you in such a melancholy frame of mind, I am convinced that he was sent, not called, away, and that you are responsible. Have you been gnaw ing at the old bone of contention '(" " If you mean Mr. Warren, yes. I ac cepted an invitation to ride with him to-morrow. Doctor King objected un reasonably. I am my own mistress yet, I believe." Hurry Longworth gave a comical groan, which ended in a long sigh. "Don't be foolish and obstinate, Beatrice! I declare, the perversity of women is one of the most unaccountable things in this universe. I don't like Warren a bit, with all his polished man ners, and you may be sure Doctor King has good reason for his antipathy. You know you love John as well almost as well as you do your precious brother ! Now confess you do I" The proud, willful woman made no reply. The figure in the parlor stirred quietly, changed its position so as to get a glimpse of Beatrice Longworth's im penetrable face, and looked at her eager ly, a little sneer growing on the lips. Both brother and sister were equally unconscious of her gaze. Harry pleaded long and eloquently with his sister, ap- Earently to no purpose, for waiting till e concluded, she said, quietly : " If you have finished, 1 think I will go to my room and dress for evening. It is nearly time for the tea-bell." She walked into the house with her stately tread, leaving perplexed Harry to reflect that, although blessed might be peaoe-makers.it was doubtful whether those who failed in their worthy efforts in that direction were equally fortunate. Sibyl Guerrin remained in the parlor for a little while, apparently well pleased with her own musings. She rose at last, and with a gliding sort of motion, in some way suggestive of a feline pro pensity, went to her own room, whero she gazed at hor reflection in the little looking-glass on the wall, and solilo quized : " It is worth one more trial at least, if you can play your cards well, Sibyl Guerrin I Your are thirty-four, and fast losing your wonderful complexion ; but all your beauty is not gone yet I" She looked complacently at tho black eyes, which flashed back a triumphant gleam, and let her heavy hair fall all about her shoulders, passing her hands admiringly through it, and pressing it carelessly against the rich bloom of cheeks which did not depend for their crimson tint on any artificial aid. Sibyl Guerrin's gipsy blood asserted itself in strong coloring, and with her great glit tering eyes, gave her a strange, uncanny style of beauty fascinating to men and detestable to women. Blanche Longworth particularly dis liked her. The two women met on a common battlefield, giving no quarter and looking for none. Sibyl Guerrin had become infatuated with Doctor King during the first week of their so journ in the old country-house, and, reckless of the supposed engagement be tween him and Beatrice, used every lure to draw him to her side. That she had a certain influence upon him was unde niable, and Beatrice looked on with slow anger in her heart, the little flirta tions with the objectionable Mr. Warren being possibly the result of pique. Tho tea-bell was rung precisely at six o'clock, and tho boarders coming from the woods, the lake and croquet-ground, manifested a reasonable appetite for the good things provided. Beatrice was in her accustomed place, looking colder than ever, in a plain whitu dress, fast ened at the throat with a heavy gold pin. Miss Guerrin was late, bringing with her the odor of tube-roses, nestling among the rich old lace which orna mented her dress a delicate robe of sheeny, orange-colored material, espe cially becoming to her Spanish face and hair. Perhaps she made a little more bustle than was necessary on taking her seat. " Excuse me, Auntie Moore, for my tardiness. I am sure I don t know how I happened to sleep away all this de licious afternoon. Thank you, Doctor King," she added, with a particularly thrilling glance at the gentleman named ; " don't move, please ; I am so sorry to disturb you." Why she should make a statement so wide of the truth in regard to her after noon occupation, or rouse the doctor from a brown-study by thanking him so cordially for assistance he had not made the slightest attempt to offer, was best known to herself. The dozen city boarders who were associated in one family for the summer, found plenty to talk about, and had merry times at the table, presided over by a motherly, genial old lady, who had her eyes and hands constantly employed, though she enjoyed as heartily as any one the fun going on about her. A ligbt-baired young man at the foot of the table, one of Miss Guerrin's ad mirers, said, timidly, in a momentary pause : " Is the Sibyl in a prophetic mood?" The lady referred to smiled gracious ly, and inclined her head, "Never more so, Mr. Telfair; and happy that such is the case, if there is anything interesting in your cno to night." He passed it to her, and they all listened to the playful, graceful prophe cies which she uttered for his benefit, saying at the close : " I believe I have the second-sight just now. Pray allow me to test its accuracy and establish n stronger claim to my name." She pressed her hands upon her eyes, and a large ruby ring which she wore looked more like a great drop of blood than ever to the nervous little Bister of Mr. Telfair, who shuddered and whis pered to her right-hand neighbor that she was dreadfully afraid of that woman, and wondered how Jack could like her so much. One teacup after another was handed to her, laughingly, and much amusement created by her comments upon each. Harry Longworth requested the doc tor to try and learn his fate at the hands of the fair sorceress. " Nothing very startling to be told of me, Harry. Destiny in tea-grounds! What are we coming to in this nine teenth century '" He leaned back in his chair with a good-natured smile as he granted the request. A tall, well-formed man with fine face, a little too grave, perhaps, at times, with the imprint of manifold cares which had come upon him early in life, and from which he could seldom es cape, he was a man to command univer sal respect and regard. Sibyl Guerrin took the cup from Har ry Longworth's hand. A fair future, if not a startling one, I hope. Oh " The exclamation was sharp and sud den. She set the cup down hurriedly and shivered, dropping her face in her hands. When she lifted it, the uncanny look was stronger than ever, and the rich color of her cheeks had somehow faded a little. Every eye was upon her, and Jack Telfair's sister gave a little hysterical laugh. "Pray excuse me, I I" She hesitated, and faltered : " Doctor King, do not urge me to" Again she paused, and half rose from her seat, sinking back as if overcome with the effort. "Can it be possible, Miss Guerrin, that you have seen such horrible visions in that crockery cavern as to make you faint 1" If so, we must surely kuow what they are !" She shook her head violently. " Please don't ask me 1" she murmured in a distressed tone, and with a face to correspond. If she had deliberately attempted to excite the curiosity of the company, she had fully succeeded, and with one ac cord they urged her to gratify it With a very reluctant air she again took up the teaoup, and said, in a slow, solemn tone : " Doctor King leaves us within twelve hours. He has a journey before him. There is an aocident a bridge carried away he does not come back to usl Don t ask for more." ' The doctor received all the attention at once. , " Is it true, King, that you have any idea of running away before we break up for the season ? That's not fair, if it is a faot." " I did intend to go to New York to morrow, and had not decided when I should return. So far, you may be con vinced that our Sibyl is reliable," with a searching look at Miss Guerrin, which might be interpreted to mean, " How in the world did you know anything about ur The lady sat with her head resting on her hand, in a drooping attitude, as if her efforts in reading the future had produced a very depressing effect. She had looked up but once, glancing slyly across the table at Miss Longworth, who sat quiet and slightly contemptuous. "Ill news travels fast, .King," re marked Harry Longworth. "I did not suppose you had mentioned your trip to anybody but me." Miss Guerrin's attention was roused. The black eyes were very black, indeed, as she said : " Your words, Mr. Longworth, seem to imply my former knowledge of the fact" " Pardon me, Miss Guerrin, I had no intention of doubting your prophetic powers. Please don't be offended. You see, I am rather new to this sort of busi ness. I oh, of course, you didn't ! he didn't I mean, tee didn't Well, I de clare," with a long breath, "I give it up I" Doctor King came to his help. " I have not seen Miss Guerrin since the morning mail came in. She knew nothing of my change of plans from me." Harry Longworth found it hard work to keep from laughing outright, at the way in which the innocent mail was made responsible for the caprice of a female who sat as unmoved as if it was of no consequence to her if every man at the table died within twenty-four hours. " You won't go now, of course, Doctor King," twittered a voice near him. Little Mary Shannon's faith in Sibyl Guerrin had been unbounded since the discovery of a certain somebody's ini tials in her teaoup. Perhaps the man's resolution did fal ter for a moment, and his eyes sought Beatrice Longworth's with a troubled, questioning gaze. Possibly she might have seen the look, if her attention had not been wholy absorbed in the folding of her napkin. " Business uieu can seldom Lore their, choice in such matters," was his answer. " I must go to-morrow, and trust to the Fates to take care of me." He rose from the table as he spoke, holding the door open for the ladies to pass out. Miss Guerrin happen to be the last. She touched his arm lightly. " Don't go." It was her lost chance, and she threw considerable effect into the two little words. Useless, however. " Unfortunately I must," he replied. The tube-roses were thrown aside that night with a cruel gesture. " I hate her I hate her I" she mutter ed, with the black look in her eyes again, " and I would rather see him dead than married to her." For once she had overestimated her power. Doctor King was on his way to New York before breakfast-time the next day. It was early twilight. Beatrice Long worth, calm and majestic as ever, was pacing musingly backward and forward in the garden. It was impossible to read her thoughts. It was doubtful whether the most intense emotions could be reflected in that placid countenance, even if they disturbed the heart in her breast. She held a book in one hand, her fingers between the leaves, and might have been conning a lesson like the most faithful schoolgirl. Her brother Harry came running down the walk, grasping a yellow en velope in his hand, on which she read the words, " Western Union Telegraph Company," while he stood before her out of breath. Possibly she grew a little paler. " Oh, Beatrice !" he half whispered, crushing the envelope in bis hand as though he had accidentally exposed it, " don't make it any harder for me to tell you " " Tell me at once," Bhe interrupted. with an imperative gesture. "The train was thrown from the track !" his voice growing husky ; " most of the passengers escaped unhurt; but Doctor King lost his li " The word died on his lips, for his stately sister, with a choking sort of cry, fell at his feet unconscious. The exclamation which broke from him was in startling contrast to his previous tone of distress. By Jove !" he cried, fercely. " Beatrice 1 Mercy on me, what's to be done '(" A man with a fainting woman on his hands is generally as forlorn a spectacle as cun be seen. Harry Longworth was no exception to the rule, and gazed im ploringly in every direction, while at the same time, by some strange con tradiction, a broad smile was striving for possession of the perplexed face. He raised her in his arms and started for the house, but before he had gone a dozen steps she opened her eyes, and struggled to be released. He put her down gently, holding her with one arm about the waist " Upon my word, Beatrice, it was too bad to tell you, bat how was a fellow to know whether you loved him or not V I mean King, of course." He hurried on, seeing the white fare quiver. " He is all right, bless you I 1 was going to tell you so, and that he lost his light overcoat" Beatrice must have loved her brother, or she could never have forgiven his practical joke. It was a little hard upon her, but perhaps the end justified the means. " You see how it was," he explained. "King was awfully out up by your treatment and I was just crazy to find out whether you cared for him or not He is a great deal too good to be abused. He knew we would hear of the accident, and naturally supposed his friends would be alarmed. It was a light affair, however. Nobody was hurt, though a baggage-car was smashed up; and I thought I would break it to you gently, and all that sort of thing." Two hours later Doctor King received a characteristic telegram from the youth of an inquiring mind, reading it with a light in his eyes and a warm flush creep ing over his face. He was on board the night-train for the north, and aston ished everybody by walking into the dining-room at breakfast. Miss Shannon's faith in Sibyl Guer rin's predictions was a little shaken. Miss Longworth's satisfaction was almost visible in her face, but lest the prophetess should be wholly discomfited, the more generous ones expatiated largely on singular coincidences con nected with fortunes, both in and out of teacups. False Education. With the excellent means of educa tion we have, and the good use we some times make of it, we are often negligent of the advantages offered, and use the vory worst offered. A writer in Lippin cotC Magazine for October, in an excel lent article on education, rebukes this tendency to wrong and false education, saying that the English nobleman vho sends to Paris for his daughter's dresses is reasonably certain thnt be, and his daughter's husband after him, can con tinue sending, and that in the training of his child he is fostering no habit which cannot be rightfully indulged in. The American knows, if ho knows any thing, that the habits of luxury in which his child is reared unfit her for the du ties of the life to which she will in all likelihood be called that he cannot hope that his family wealth will long survive him, any more than his daugh ter will love a man to whom that wealth will be unimportant. Experience and observation alike tell him that wealth iu this coun.ry rarely continues in a family three generations, and that at any time he may find himself a poor man again. Yet he regulates his life and that of his children as if his wealth and theirs were assured forever, and as though the habits of a lifetime were to be broken liko wisps of straw. His daughters are unfit to marry any but the rich men they experience so much diffi culty in finding, and a man of moderate means is careful to avoid asking them to change, their habits of life. There are few sadder pictures than the one we see when some inch woman of braver heart than most of her sex chooses the portion -of a poor man's lovu and vainly seeks to adapt herself to a life of which she has hitherto known nothing. The habits of her girlhood bind her like stroug fetters, her ignorance of domestic duties weighs her to the earth, the loss of social posi tion, or the feeble efforts she makes to support it, wear out her life in bitter repinings, until her health gives way and she dies, leaving her faults to vex the world in her children, and her vir tues undiscovered save by her husband, who hides from himself all else of her memory. Anvils. In a deserted shop in Pittsfield, Mass achusetts, there rests on its block an an vil that has done duty for more than three hundred years. It is as sound to day as it was in 1G33, when Eltweed Pomeroy, after welding for the Stuarts the ponderous horseshoes of the same style and pattern that his ancestors had made during generations for the Tudors and Plantagenets, grew weary of taxes without law, and work without wages, and anvil in hand sailed for the new world. A deft workman, he throve in the settlements, and left his anvil as an heirloom to his descendants. They show you in the Tower of London tho anvil on which the sword was forged that Richard Caiur le Lion used in his contest with Salada, and at the collection of Pompeian excavations in Naples there is an anvil, certainly older than the Chris tian centuries, which, of precisely the same shape we use, had evidently done service fur stalwart workmen of many generations before the city was buried. But, better still, in the Egyptian room of the British Museum, there is a verita ble anvil of the Pharaohs. It is older than Rome, older than Greece, older than Jerusalem ; as old as the days of Abra ham, and probably in existence when the patriarch "was come into Egypt and the Egyptians beheld Sarai that she was very fair." It is just like a modern anvil, made apparently in the same way, weighing about seventy-five pounds, and sound as it was when first struck by the hammer thirty centuries ago. A Pocket Edition of a Town. A correspondent of the San Francisco Bulletin, who has travelled " up country" in California, writes thus : Fifteen miles from the summit of the Kiamath Mountains, down the Salmon River, is the small mining town of Saw yer's Bar. It is the littlest mite of a Dlace. nroiected on the smallest se.aln. and has things arranged in the snuggest fashion 1 nave seen in an American vil lage for a great while. It is as tight and as trim and diminutive as any Swiss or German hamlet. There is scarcely two rods' width of bottom land, bordered by a steep hill, and the town is only a few rods in length ; yet in that extremely small pi tee are enough people packed to gether to furnish a school of over fortv scholars, a church, stores, hotels, &c, be sides countless little patches of cabbages, terraces of flowers or fruit, wee bits of gardens, &o. The orchard of Mr. Tan ner is a marvel of neatness, with its pretty, square-hewn stone terraces, its trelliced vines, strawberries, melons, peaches, borders of flowers, all on a space so little that one could almost put' t into his pockbt, and yet big enough to have yielded $ 120 worth oi rruit this year. bought some grapes of him. All the merchandise sold in Sawyer' Bar is brought over from Areata, on the coast. a distance of one hundred miles, on pack-mules, at a cost of about five cents per pound treigntage. Six Dnys' Struggle with a Boil. I awoke on Monday morning with 'a painful itching, biting, stinging feeling, all in a spot no larger than a lOzenge. Woke up Mrs. Quad, and asked her opinion. She said it was a both ' Woke up .Long Primer who shares our couch. After Beveral kicks at the spot, he inti mated that it was a boil. Had some difficulty in standing tip to eat break fast. Went down town ; asked every body what was good for boils. Had seventy-four recipes, running from stick ing salve to a hot iron. Only swore forty-one times during the day. Tuesday. Didn't wake up I was already awake. I measured the boil and found it as large as a tea-cup, and the feeling was worse. Tried to repeat a hymn, but had to break off and kick the dog four blocks to ease my mind. Chil dren got under the table, and seemed to feel a presentiment. Mrs. Quad un usually gracious, and not hinting any thing about pin money. Went down town. Man said he'd pay my fare on the car. Struck at him and explained thatitmademy back ache to ride. News boys kept a whole block off. Man asked me tor a dollar, and I tried to kill him on the spot, only restrained by respeot for my boil. Number of swears fright fully increased. Had Job flung at me forty times. Concluded to tit up all night, but got a little sleep while stand ing on my head. Put some flax seed to the boil. Wednesday. House cot on fire at daylight. I told the folks to let her burn, but they put it out. One man wanted to know why I didn't display more ambition. Tried to shoot him, but he got over the alley fence. Children were sent to the country this morning, probably for change of air. Boil is now as large as a teacup and saucer both, particularly the saucer. No signs of "heading." Seems as if I should go mad I am mad. Put some more flax seed on, and tried to look sad and pen sive. Just got to looking so when I ran against a chair. Policeman pounded on the door and said he would arrest me if I didn't stop that family fight. Told him I was the onlyone up, about as high as I could get. Said he would sympa thize with me, but went off and forgot to. Can't keep track of the adjectives. Have contracted for a barrel of flax seed. THURSDAY. Wife left home this morning, probably for a change of air. Left a note on the table, telling me she was quite positive I had a boil. Peddler rang the door bell, and asked me if I wanted some pie-plant. The coroner was lugging him away on a dray the last I saw. Friends called and wanted ki see my Don. i luaignautly retused to allow them to do so, and they went off offended, saying that I was mighty particular, iiig nre round the corner, and I started to go. Fireman gave me a kick for a joke. I tried to tight the whole department, but came to just as they were shoving me through a back window. The exercise caused the boil to enlarge. I was too exhausted to swear; merely stood myself np against the wall slanting, and reviled boils. Cat and dog both disappeared ; probably for change of air. Friday. Am lying on the floor, too indignant to move. Tho boil is there yet. I havo made up my mind to let it run. hervant girl reached me in some victuals through the window, and said that I seemed to be restless about some thing or other. 1 could only reply by a look. I have calmness which comes from a knowledge that one is looking into his tomb. Coroner has been here twice, and seemed much put out that I hadn't killed anybody else. Said I had gone back on him. Fellow came up here to pay ine some borrowed money. Asked me why 1 was not playing base ball, and got offended at my silence. Said I needn't feel so stuck up cause I happened to have a big boil ; and. went away with out handing over. I am just at the point where man cares nothing lor anything. The boys are shouting mad dog under the window, hoping to get me up, but I don't move. Saturday. Was just passing into an unconscious state, singing a hymn of resignation, when i telt i telt well, I yelled, I sprang on top of the table, kicked off the crockery, ripped up the sofa, tore up a ten cent shinplaster, and tried to find some one to take my note Eayable on Bight. The boil was broken, called the dog, whistled to the cat, sent a dispatch to the family, raised the wages of the girl, and told the man who owed me borrowed money, that he could pay me any time it suited him, and I haven't got it yet. lake things easy when you have a boil. They are good for the health. Although no one blames a man with a boil for swearing, don't swear. They don't amount to anything. Any one can have a boil as well as not. All you havo got to do is to endure. Honor the Scissors. The Guelph Mercury says: "Some people, ignorant of what good editing is, imagine the getting up of selected matter to be the easiest work in the world to do, whereas it is the nicest work that is done on a paper. If they find the editor with scissors in his hand they are sure to say, " lutx I that i the way you get the ongv nal matter, eh 1" accompanying their new and witty question with an idiotic wink or smile. The facts are, that the interest, the morality, the variety aud usefulness of a paper depend in no small degree upon its selected matter, and few men are capable of the position who would not themselves be able to write many of the articles they select. A Ben. sible editor desires considerable selected matter, because he knows that one mind cannot make so good a paper as five or six. ' A Curious Advertisement. An English advertisement reads : "To Cbris- t'aus A young man never having the blessing ot the use of his limbs through being set on wet grass, earnestly solicits forty-two postage stamps. In return he will tend, tree, six best nickel silver tea spoons and tongs to any part of Lon don. Lessons from the Chiengo Fire. TltE GHASTLY FARCK OF FIRE-PROOF BUILDINGS HOW $2,130,000 WAS LOST. From the Chicago Tribune. Some most extraordinary revelations have been made by the fire with regard to the architecture of the Post Office and Custom House building, which proving to have been a sham and a fraud of the worst kind, has involved a loss of an immense sum of money. The vault of the Sub-Treasury office, in which Collector McClean had de posited all the funds pertaining to his department, was built upon the seoond story. It rested upon two iron pillars built from the basement, with two iron girders of great strength and weight connected with the wall. A third gird er connected the two pillars, forming a framework. A heavy fire-proof vault was built upon this foundation, and proved to be about the weakest in the city in resisting the fierceness Of the fire. There were in the vault at the time of the firo $1,500,000 in greenbacks, $30(1,000 in national bank notes, $225,- 000 in gold, and $5,000 in silver, making a total of $2,130,000, of which $30(i,ooo was in specie. in an old iron sate which was lett out side the vault was deposited $35,000, consisting of mutilated bills and frac tional currency. This safe was regarded with scorn and deemed nnworthy a lace in the vault, liut like the little fishes in the net, its insignificance saved it. When the building caught fire, and blazed with fervent boat, the miserable iron pillars melted, and the immense vault with its. fabulous treasures tell to the basement, burying the insignificant safe and its mutilated contents. The consequence was that the contents of the latter were saved, while $l,b00,000 in currency was burned to powder, and hopelessly lost. lhe specie was scattered over the basement floor, and fused with the heat. There are lumps of fused eagles valued at from $500 to $1,000, blackened and burned, but nevertheless good as refined gold. The employees have been com pelled to rake the whole building, and have recovered altogether about five sixths of the whole amount. It is prob able that days will pass before they will be able to find the remainder. It is a fortunate circumstance that only a week ago $500,000 in gold, and $25,000 in silver had been shipped from the city. lhe building was, as before stated, a fraud of the most barefaced description, and consequently an everlasting dis grace to the country. That a vault con taining treasure to the amount actually lost, pillars, which gave way and let it fall in ruins, and should yet make a boast of being fire-proof, is a piece of irony the most acute. Hut tuis vault was only one ot the frauds. The fire-proof dtors of the Post Office vault, in which were stored the records, proved frailer still. The hinges of the massive portals which were to protect the Government records were only affixed to a single brick. When, therefore, the walls expanded with the heat, the sturdy doors tell out ot their own weight, each hinge carrying with it the single brick to which it held, while the remainder ot the wan was as firm as possible. Ot course all the records were hope lessly ruined. This vault was lire ana burciar-proot. Experts are not the only persons who can judge of the value of a vault whose doors had such, a leeble hold. The building is one of a large number built on the same plan, and the condi tion of the lower vault suggests great weakness in those erected in other cities. It is probable that the Government will order an inspection of all existing vaults. Tho Sweetness of Hume. He wbo has no home has not the sweetest pleasure of life ; he feels not the thousand endearments that cluster around that hallowed spot to fill the void of his aching heart, and while away his leisure moments in the sweetest ot lite s joys. is nnstortune your lot, you will hud a friendly welcome from hearts beating true to your own. The chosen partner to your toil has a smile of ap probation when others have deserted, a hand ot hope when all others rotuse.and a heart to fexl your sorrows as her own. Perhaps a smiling cherub with prattling glee and joyous laugh, will drive all sor row from your careworn brow, and en close it in the wreaths of domestic bliss. No matter how humble that home may be, bow destitute its stores, or how poorly its inmates are clad ; if true hearts dwell there, it is yet a home a cheerful, prudent wife, obedient and af fectionate children, will give possessors more real joy than bags of gold and windy honors. The home of a temperate, industrious, and honest man will be his greatest joy. He comes to it weary and worn, but the musio of the merry laugh and the happy voices of childhood cheer him. A plain but healthful meal awaits him. Envy, ambition and strife have no place there, and with a clear conscience he lays his weary limbs down to rest in the boBoui of his family, and under the protecting care of the poor man's friend and helper. Irish Bulls. It was an Irishman who wanted to find a place where there was no death, 'that he might go and end his days there. It was an Irish editor that exclaimed, when speaking of the wrongs of Ireland, " Her cup of misery has been for agts overflowing and is not yet full !" It was an Irish newspaper that said of Kobes nierre that " He left no children behind him except a brother, who was killed at the same time." It was an Irish coroner who, when asked how he accounted for an extraordinary mortality in Limerick, replied sadly, "I cannot tell. There are people dying this year that never died before. It was an Irish hand-bill that announced, with boundless liberal ity, in reference to a great political de monstration in the Botunda, that "La dies, without distinction of sex, would be welcome. MISCE1.LAE0US ITEMS. The latest extract from "What I know about Farming:" Catch your butterflies late in August. Select the deep yellow ones if you would get good, sweet, salable butter. ' An irate little man rushed into the publication office of one of our leading daily papers lately, and pointing to a certain article in a late issue, demanded to know who wrote it. An advertising clerk, who is six feet in height, coolly answerd, "I did," which so amazed the questioner that without another word he turned and left the office. A La Crosse paper says : " The forests on the islands in the Mississippi are full of gray squirrels. It seems these squir rels are now moving west, and the cap tain of the ferry-boat says the river is full of them swimming to the Minnesota shore. The crop of nuts in Wisconsin is small, and these squirrels go where they may provide for the winter." A young Albaniau woman, above or dinary weaknesses, while out walking the other day, suddenly found herself brought to by her hoop-skirt falling around her feet. Instead of leaving the article just there, and endeavoring to appear to ignore the fact, as most women would have done, she quietly picked it up and made for the nearest shelter port to refit. An English custom iB a handball-ringing contest. The competition for this year took place at the Zoological Gar den, Bellevue, a fortnight ugo; special excursion trains weie run from various parts of Lancashire, Staffordshire and Yorkshire, and about twenty thousand persons were admitted into the Gardens in the course of the day. Fourteen bands entered, and prizes were won ranging from 2 to 14. A physician out in Racine, Wis., comes in for a scoring for the careless manner in which he performed his pro fessional functions on a recent occasion. A young lady became suddenly ill while at church, fainted away and was con veyed to her home. The physician was called in and pronounced her dead. Pre parations were made for the funeral ; a large concourse of people had gathered about the house, and the clergyman had begun to read the service for the dead, when a slight movement of the body was noticed, and afterward a faint beat ing of the pulsa. Restoratives were ap plied, and the young woman soon open ed her eyes and spoke to her friends. She is now able to attend to her house hold duties as usual. That doctor is C" '.' r f i. q Al- j. f der false pretences. Dairy farming in the Far West is an occupation which offers great induce ments to farmers having but little capi tal. A man who went to Hall county, Nebraska, and took a homestead, in the spring of I860 bought twenty-six cows on credit and went to making butter and cheese. In July last, besides sup porting his family, he had built and paid tor a barn, was out of debt, and owned twenty cows, twenty two-year-olds, fif ten yearlings, and twenty-three calves to say nothing of six head of cattle that he had given to a daughter for a mar riage portion. A man near Cheyenne, Wyoming, started in the dairy business in the spring of 1808, by milking five cows and carrying the milk on foot to bis customers. In the tali of 180'. I he was milking fifty-two cows, all bought from the profits of the business started on so snivll a scale, and in 1870 he was milking eighty-live cows. ror dairy purposes the wild native grasses of those regions aro pronounced fully equal to the richest clovor or blue grasses. Tho agricultural interests of Nova Scotia are suffering seriously from the fact that the young men and women of that province are annually leaving home by thousands to avail themselves of the better prospects offered them in the United States, while there are scarcely any new-comers to take their places. Hence it is a common thing to see aged women tilling the fields. Skilled labor is wretchedly remunerated in Nova Sco tia. A story is told of a young man who, at the end of three years' service in a gas-fitter's establishment, was receiv ing $1.25 a week, and on applying to his employer for an increase of salary, was assailed with outrageous abuse. Disgusted at this, he sailed for Boston, where he received immediate employ ment at $12 a week, and soon after had his wages increased one-third. Girls employed in shoe factories and similar occupations receive from 02 J cents to .'Jo a week, while by going to the States they cau easily earn more as ser vants in one week than they could earn in a month at home. The young men who seek their fortunes in the States rarely fail of success, and it is no won der that annexation is ardently desired by the masses, as it is considered the only practical remedy for tho present unpinusant state ot alt airs. It is a singular fact that the extremes of civilization should meet side by side upon our Western plains in the territo ries of Wyoming and Utah. A lady cor respondent, Mrs. A. G. Woolson, who has recently passed through the two ter ritories, speaksof her feelings after leav ing Wyoming for Utah, saying : " A few moments ago I was rejoicing that the territory in which I stood had honored woman as no State had ever honored her before, and now I had come into a region, in the very heart of our Christian laud, where she is Bunk to the lowest position Bhe has ever held in the early barbarisms of the world, and where ber intellect and her individual importance are as much ignored as if she were one of the beasts that perish. We left her sitting at the councils of State, and now we 'are to behold her the contented and abject slave of the bestst and moBt ma terial needs of man. With such a marked contrast in the social atmosphere of these two contiguous territories, we ex pect some difference in their outward as pects, and are almost surprised that no sudden marvels in earth or sky should have made us aware that the boundary was crossed."
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