... ... .-. ,i ....... . 114 tiL HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publibiier. ELK ObVNTY riftf REPUBLICAN PARTY, TWO DOLLARS MB ANNUM. VOL. I. RIDGWAY, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1871. NO. 37. fftft mm mTI ... , MY FAMILIAR. There's a little blue-eved fairy, Who flits about the house, Boineiliues busy as a bee, Turn us quiet as a mouse. Ovi-r house and jard and garden, Not two mluutcs quite iliu saiuc, Loving Irolie full of mischief Little Cully is her name. When I sit down t my seeing, M iking sacks and dresses line, Dk'k comes stealing plus and cotton To muke n-hliiK-books and line. Tuen with whip aud boots and bat on, Spurs his siick across the floor, Suyiuir, "Good-bye, now Kin noinjr!" Peeping backward through the door. As I told him In the evening Of the Saviour In the sky, And the shining, glorious ungets Who cun never, never dir,. With his Utile tbuhby finger, He pointed to a stur, " Yes," he said, " I see the glory Through the little holes, murumit." lie asked me once so earnest, This little tricksy Dick, If eating " milk and honey " Dili not make the angels sick t And when the good Laid tent for him, His knife and fishing-rod He would "carry in bis pocket Aud give them both to God." UEU'IMJ 0L1 TOblElHER. A FKKNCH LIIVG bTORY. Some years ago a young man of the name of Charles Letenier ft 11 in love with the daughter of the physician with whom he was ttudyiug. The physician was not rich, and Charles had nothing, so that, after all, he was a very bad match for E.ise D muond, particularly as there was a very rich banker who had asked for the hind of Mile. Elise, think ing, as a matter of course, that her heart would accompany it. Monsieur D sinond accepted the bank er's settlement with great delight, and Mrnn. Desmond assured her daughter that from her own experience it was not at all necessary to love her husband. Elise cried a good deal, and Cuarle swore he never would lve any one else ; y t in spite of both these facts, Elise was duly married to the b inker, and Charles immediately sailed from Havre on the first ship to New Orleans. Elise and Charles bad bad a last in terview, in which they had vowed all sorts of loving and rumantio nonsense, and among other things that, should E iso ever be free, she would fly to the otn-r end of the world to unite herself to her faithful Charles. But the banker, though some years older than his wife, possessed a good di gestion and a hard heart, aud conse quently was uot likely to die, aud so he lived for aluiOBt twenty-five years, when at length hn gave up life and his for tune, leaving Elise a widow, and if not an inconsolable one, at least a very rich one. E ise had rarely heard fr.-tu Charles, but, in order that there might be some link between them, she had constituted herself guardian to a nephew of his, an orphan. Elise had no children of her own, and she loved this boy lor his own saks, for he was worthy of love, and also because he reminded her forcibly of the lover of her youth. Her husband had, on his pirt, als adopted, not a nephew, but a niece, Melanie Serve, who lived with them, and bad for Elise the care and af fection of a daughter. Now it so happened that Charles's nephew had a regular correspondence with his uncle, from whom he disguised nothing, ownins even the love he felt for Melanie. He gave a glowing de scription of her beauty, only forgetting to mention her name. Charles, who hud still preserved in his heart the image of Elise as she was on her wedding-day, c included that his nephew was iu love with 1 er, and he became angry and alarmed. lie was now rich, and began to feel a longing desire to visit bis native country ; for this purpose he began to settle up his affairs, in the midst of which came the announcement for which hi had waited twenty-five years that Elise was a widow. He wrote by the next ship an ardent letter to bis beauti ful E ise, and by the following saiKd for Europe. He announced his arrival at Havre, stating that on such a day he would be at the feet of EliBe. Oi the receipt ot this letter Elise betran to prepare for his arrival, choosing the style of dress and colors which Charles used to say became her most, and awaited his coming, kill ing the time by giving Melanie a de scription of her handsome Charles. At last the bell rang, Elise, uuable to endure her emotion, sank into a chair, while Charles rushed iuto the room, and without even casting a look at the mid dl-aged lady, dress d like a caricature, claspt-d Melauiein his arms, exclaiming : "Elise! dear Eliso!" At this E'ise opened her eyes. Where was CharUs? Not the bald-headed, sedate-looking gentleman before hi-r. " Charles Letenier I Can it be '(" "Eise!" responded Charles, "can it bo ?" The fact was that both had forgot ten to make the addition of how much twenty-five and twenty-five would come to, and twenty aud twenty-five j but now it all came with a rush, and Charles remembered that Elise was forty-five, and Elise discovered that Charles was fifty, and that he looked it to a minute. Char lea was not at all aware t'lat be looked bis age, but he thought that Eiise looked fully hers. In this condition of things th conver sation dragged considerably. Ech had prepared love speeches to say to one another, but now they would sound ridiculous. Elise, in order to break an awkward silence, drew a pretty gold box from her pocket, and asked Charles if he would take a piuoh of snuff. "My Elise taking snuff 1" almost shrieked the astonished Charles. "For a cold, simply." Coarles, nothing daunted, drew forth a pipe,nd lighting it said : " The ladles in New, Orleans always allow it." " My Charles with a pipe !" exclaimed Eliae. " Simply for amusement" Melanie, feeling very much inclined to laugh, called the attention of Ohnrlet to a picture she had just finished. Charles alvancol with Elise to the table and examined the drawing, when, on looking no suddenly, the youthful lovers of former years discovered on each of their respective noses gold-bowed glasses. Fearing to make any nuw discoveries Charles took his leave, but was not long in coming to his senses, and on bis re turn to Elise no longer exptcted to find a young girl, but was obligi d to acknowl edge that E ise was quite a flue woman Elise had also discovered that at fifty a man was in the prime of life. Their meeting was therefore agreeable and pleasant, until Charles took up the paper and commenced to read. " Elise," he said, all at once, " there is a rise in cotton." " " Cotton," thought Elise, and Charlie's eyes sparkled just as they used to when he Slid "Elise." E.ite entertained Charles with a some what tiresome account of a law-suit, and insisted that Charles sheuld read all the papers, till, tired and weary, Charles ex cluimfd : " I'm deuced hungry, Elise ; do let us have dinner." Elise ordered it at once, " There was a time," said she, " when men thought more of their hearts than their stomachs." "There was a time when women thought more of love than of law," promptly replied Charlos. A few days after this Elise was obliged to visit htr country residence, and asked M iuriue to go with her. " Ha is like what Charles us:d to be, and what I thought he would still be." M-turice was full of life and spirits, which oausd Ease to sigh for the Charles of her dreams. Maurice accompanied her to the gar den, ami, while She waB busily engaged in talking to the gar lener, he hurried her away to s- e the effect of the sun on the lake ; then he began to recite poe try. " Beautiful, Maurice; but I mi.Bt go to the bricklayeis." "Bricklayers! no, never! You must go with me into the woods " ' I shall get my feet wet." "Never mind,'' taid Maurice; "let us forget all here in this beautiful coun try" " But I am really hungry, Maurice." " Hungry, aant? Then let us go to some out-of-the-way farm house, get some bread aud milk, and sit on the grass and eat it." " I prefer wine, and I am afraid of the rheumatism." t he day passed, and Elise had accom plished nothing. Maurice was so im pulsive there was no r sis tmg bis will, and when, after a series of follies, cold ind hungry, she got into the carriage to drive home, her first thought was, " I wish 1 had brought Charles." Meanwhile Charles had got into the habit of going every day to the house of Elise. Sue bad gone away, but Melanie did her best to entertain him. She chattered, she laughed, she danced about the n om. " How like what Elise was ; how time changes women, to be eure." Melanie Sit down to the piano. " Isn't that very noisy ?" said Charles, " I don't hear any tune in it." " Why, it is beautiful." " Is it V Well, can't you play some nice tune ?" " I don't play old fogy music." " It's much better than all that bang ing ; Elise used to play what you call old fogy music." ".So she does now." " She used to love operas and plays, too." ' Yes ; but operas and plays are now so beautiful and touching, and yet she never cares to go." " They are all nonsense I mean the old operas." " I uever go to hear them." Finding nothing to talk about in doors, they went into the garden. "O!" suddenly exclaimed Melanie, j.ist look at that beautiful flower 1" "Where?" " Just on the top of the wall. Do get it." " Get it ! why, that wall is fifteen feet high." "Is it? Maurice can climb it." "Well, he is a fojl for his pains. A ladder and a seiv.int can get it if you want it." " Thank you. I will wait for Mau-ric-." "What time did you order dinner?" " O, I forgot it. I didn't care to eat " Charles, who did care tor bis dinner, soon left in search of it. When he re turned Elise was still absent. "C tine, Melanie, let us have a game of chess." " 1 never play chess." So Charles was obliged to read for his amuseineut. When the carriage (tipped at the do r Charles rushed to meet Eiise. They had m ver, even in their younger days, been morn glad to see each other. Elise ordered supper, and Charles made her a champagne punch. After supper, Elise, seated by the fire in a comfortable wrapper, played chess with Charles, whilst Melanie and Maurice sat in a corner looking at the moon stream ing down on them. " Pray, light your pipe ; I know you are longing for it," suggested E ise. "Give me a pinch of snuff, Elise?" Charles asked. And as Elise handed it to him he de tained her band. " Your hand is as pretty as ever.Elise j will you give it to me?" Elise smiled, placed her hand in that of Charles, and said : ' How lucky it is we both got old to gether!" And so invitations were sent for the marriage nf Eliae and Charles, which took place at the same time as that of Melanie and Maurice. A girl in Wisconsin swallowed forty perousjiou caps. Her mother refrained from punishing her, or even talking snappishly to her. ; Bji biirltics of the Slave Trade. The horrors of the African slave trade still exist as ih following narrative proves. It is taken from the evidence given by the Rev. Horace Waller, print ed in the recent Parliamentary Report on the Sla.e Trade, issued in London : ' Kidnapping is prevalent all over Africa, leading to all sons of petty dis putes and retaliation, and the more dis turbed the country is the cheaper slaves become. So cheap do they at last be come that Mr. Waller has known child ren of the age of from eight to ten years bought for less corn than would go into a hat ; and it may be easily imagined that when they are bought so cheaply and when they fetch so large a price on the coast, it pays the slave-dealer well to collect as many slaves as he can, knowing that he must lose a certain proportion on the way, but also know ing that the remainder will pay him a large profit. It is (remarks Mr. Wallei) like sending up for a large block of jce to London in hot weather ; you know that a certain amount will melt away before it reaches you in the country, but that which remains will be sufficient for your wants. Mr. Waller further explain ed how this " block of ice " melts in transit : " Sickness may break out ; they may cross a part of the country where there is very little food, and then many die of famiue. Then, again, if there is any thing like insubordination in the slave gang, the axe aud knife are used freely indeed, and an indiscriminate slaughter takes place among all those who are in clined to be obstreperous. We liberated a gang of eighty-four slaves one morning, and within a few miles of the place where we liberated them we were shown places in the bush whera slaves had been killed only that morning, One poor woman had a child on her back which she bad recently given birth to, aud which she was too weak to carry further, aud the slave-dealer took it by the heels and dashed its brains out against a tree. Another woman was ill herself and could not keep in line, and the slave-dealer dasht-d her brains out with an axe, and she was cut out of the slave throng. Thr y are all united in a long string, the men being yoked in heavy toiked sticks, which are kept on their necks from the time they are captured till the time they are delivered to the slave-shipper, some times for six weeks, and sometimes even three months at a time." Cranberries In Northern Wisconsin. The Fond du Lao Commonwealth, has an interesting article on the cranberries near B rhn, Wis. The ext-nt of this interest developed within two or three years is surprising. Marsh lands, which a few years ago Bold at $1 00 or less an acre, are now worth hundreds of dol lars an acre. Some forties are held at 125.000. The Messrs. Carey and Mr. Sicket, are the largest growers. Last year the products of Mr. Sacket's marsh sold for $36 OHO. This year his sales are expected to reach $70,000 aud those of Messrs. Caiey bb much. Tdo Commonwtalth gives this descrip tion ot picking cranberries on Mr. Sack et's place : He has about 600 acres. On Wednes day last he bad 1,000 pickers, (nun, women and children, of all sizes and ages) kneeling in a single line, as close together as a tile of soldiers, all busily picking the rich, red berry from the tangled vines before them. Slowly, very blowly, the long line advances on their knees, each picker pushing his pan or basket forward, pulling his partly filled sack or bag bi hind him. An overseer to each one hundred hands, watches that the ground is thoroughly cleaned of ber ries, not unfrequently calling some eare less picker from the line to pick over hia neglected vines. A portable wooden railroad track is ruu from the warehouse to any part of the marsh, and a bin-shaped car, pro pelled by two men, is krpt near the line of pickers, to which each person carries his or her berries, where they are meas ured and emptied iuto the car. The picker receives a ticket on which is mark ed the amount his berries measured, and each Saturday exchanges his ticket for currency at the rate of 75 cents for each bushel of berries gathered. Girls, rang ing from 13 to 20 years of age pick the most, and average about one and a half bushels per day. It is said some will grthe-r four bushels, but very many tall below one. Worth of Four Pius. There is, or was, a Polish lady, the Countess of K , living in Paris. She wears a very singular broooti or breast pin. Eucircled by twenty precious stones, on the ground of a daik blue stone, and covered by a glass in front, is, what dj you suppose? A portrait? No. Alockofhair? No. What then? Just four common in, bent together in the form of a btar ! Wny does she wear such a singular thing as this '( Her huBbaud, a Polish nobleuiau, was put iu prison because he was thought to b a secret enemy of the Government. He was put into a dark, deep dungeon, far down un der the ground. He had no light He could not tell when it was day, or when it was night. Hti bad uo one to speak to, for no one was allowed to go near him but the keeper of the prison, and be was not allowed to speak to him. Ha had nothing to do; diys, weeks, aud months passed, and he was still in his dungeon; he was not brought to trial. Poor man ! how miserable he was ! He thought he would lose his mind; he felt his reason beginning to give way. Ou, if he only had something to dol Feeling over his coat, one day, be found tour pins, and he wept for j y. But you say : " Four pins ! Aud what use were they to him Y Why, he just took them from bis coat and threw them on the floor of his dungeon, and then he went down his bands and knees, and felt all over till he found them. ' When he found them, he scattered them on the floor again, and, could you have gone into his dungeon, you would have found him on his hands and knees groping for his four pins! It was all bis work. And when, after six years' imprison ment, bis cell was opened to set him at liberty, they found him groping in the dark tor bis pin. And he would not leave his prison without taking bis four pins with him. Tney were bis best triends, because they had given him something to do ; and his countess bad them made up iuto a breastpin, which she valued more than gold. They had preserved her husband's reason. A Stampede of Horses. On this side the Atlantic, and espe cially in the far West, we have become acquainted with that kind of panio wbioh sometimes effect men as well as animals (Bull Run, for example), and is called "stampeding." The horses of the Life Guards of London took to "stampeding " one night during the late sbam campaign at Aldershot, with some fatal and many ludioroug results, and now we hear that daring. the recent sham campaign near St. Petersburgb the Empress's Curiassers, 900 strong, reaohed their halting plaoe ; the horses were unsaddled and held by the head, or lett alone so great was the faith in their docility pending the arrival of the picket-ropes. Suddenly one squadron, frightened by a row in an adj icent camp, broke loose, and in a twinkling tbe whole 900 followed. They selected " one large, poweiful horse as their lead er, and with one look and a snort at him which they meaut and he understood as aprerou," dashed off in a solid column. Couiiug on a river, crossed by a bridge held by a cavalry picket, the leader turned asidd, and the whole 900 swam tbe stream. And here a pretty incident occurred, illustrative of discipline and the usa of quickness of mind in war. The officer commanding the picket ord ered the bugler to sound the appd, a call used when the horses are fed. instantly the old horses listened, turned, and trot ted up in obedience to tbe call. The young ones were not stopped until they were blown with what, it is asu rted.was a ruu of 100 (!) miles at tbe end ot which, however, they would all havd been dead. The lesson is that horses fresh from the stables and not broken iu to hard work need more watchful care at starting on a campaign ; while the use that may be made of the bugle-call is as obvious as it is pleasing. Growth of the Petroleum Trade. According to the annual report of the New York Chamber of Commerce, just issued, tbe expoits of petroleum in 1870 were 37 per cent, greater than those i f the previous year, and nearly all this increase, or 33 per cent, is ac counted for by the shipment from the port of New York. The total export irom the United States in 1870 was 141, 208.155 gallons, against 1,500.000 in 1860, aud 99,281000 gallons in 1863, showing an increase of nearly 42,000,000 gallons in two years The first sale no ticed for export was in May, 1861, when 100,000 gallons were sent to foreign mar kets. Antwerp, which has since led all other ports in the importation of petro leum, took iu that year 5.671 gallons, increasing the amoant in tbe following year more than 800,01)0 gallons. Great Britain took 579.000 in 1861 and in 1862 increased her importation to 3,238, 000 gallons. The continued growth of this trade for ten years from 1500,000 gallons in I860 to 141,000.000 in 1870 is a wonder ful exhibit not only on account of the rapid development of the oil interest, but also because the yearly increase has been steady. The daily average product of the Pennsylvania oil district in De cember, 1867, was 10,400 gallons; in the sime mouth of 1870, it was 15,214 gal lons a fact which shows the inexhaus tibility of tbe wells in that region. In regard to tbe home consumption, it is estimated that it is equal to one half the quantity exported making in round numbers an aggregate consumption oi 1 1,000,000 gallons anuually. This enor mous amount, reckoning the price at an average of twenty cents per gallon, rep resents a value of more than $12,000,000 for a single year certainly a remark able return for a product unknown to commerce ten years ago. Deulinir Tenderly. The great professors who can face the battery of a thousand eyes direoted to them on the rostrum, are frequently tbe most diffident men when taken away from their regular sphere of labor. There was Professor Aytouu, who was too tim id to ask papa for bis wife. When Jane Emily Wilson suggested to him that be fore she could give her absolute consent it would be necessary that be should ob tain her father's approval, "You must speak tor me, said the suitor, " for 1 could not summon courage to speak to tbe Professor on this subject" "Papa is iu tbe library," said tbe lady. " Tuen you had better go to him," said the suitor, " and I will wait till you return." Tbe lady proceed) d to the library, and taking her father affectionately by the nana, mentioned that f rot.-ssor Aytouu had asked her hand in marriage. She added, " Sh til I accept his offer, papa ? He is so diffident that be won't speak to you about it himself." " Then we must deal tenderly with his feelings," said the hearty old Christopher. " I'll write my reply on a slip of paper, and pin it to your DacK. " l'apa s answer is on my back," said the younz lady, as she en tered the drawing-room. Turning round. the delighted suitor read, "With the author s compliments A War Document. In an artiole on " Confederate Prices," the Brandon (Miss.) Republican says: " For the benefit of future generations. we publish the following specimen of prioes paid during the late war. It is a little bill of articles purchased by a mer chant of Brandon from a wholesale bouse in New Orleans, on the 27th of Seotember. 1864 : Four pounds of in digo, at $60 per pound, $240 ; twenty pounds toilet soap, at $20 per pound, $400 ; ten pounds camphor, at $20 per pound, $200; twenty-six pounds soda, t $t oer Donnd, $104 ; one docen cas tor oil, pints, $120 ; ten gallons spirits a. , ' . ,mi oa .inn turpentine, at f ivu viu .u fi.u, A Narrow Escape. nOW A MOTHER AND HER FIVE CHILD- HEN FLED FROM FIRE. A correspondent writes from Michi- 8an! ... . ... A thrilling incident and miraculous escape from death was in the case of the family of fiVe children of Mr. William Maun of Bock Creek. When the moth, r iv that they must leave tboir home, after fighting the tire all day, she told the children (five in number.) to go to tbe lake and she would follow as soon as she had gathered hub few articles to take with her. They reached the lake just iu time to be taken into a fishing boat, wbioh three neighbors were about to shove off in. The mother in tbe mean time had gathered up what she could carry, and started lor tbe lake, but found the road which her children bad taken so full of smoke and fire, and fall ing trees, that Bhe took another course through the woods, coming out some distance above where the children had. She knew not whether her pets had passed through the fiery ordeal safely or not. She naturally feared the worst, but finally heard they had been taken off by the boat. Here commences the romantic ana thrilling part of the story. There was not an oar or sweep on board ; a pieoe of board was all they had to control the boat with. For some time the boat rode gently upon the water, all the time working a little out from shore, although they dia not realize, on account of the density of the smoke, how far they wore getting from shore. They presumed they could easily return at their pleas ure. It soon became apparent, on ac count of the roughness of the lake, that they were rapidly drifting into the lake, and they made all the efforts they possi bly could to guide their unwieldy cratt back toward the shore. Hour after hour they labored, but all was in vain. They knew that if they continued to drift death was almost sure. All were in the greatest despair. The oldest of the children, a girl of eleven summers, was tbe bravest of the lot. She held the baby almost constant ly during that terrible trip. On they went, the waves frequently breaking over them of course all were wet and cold. Night came on with Egyptian daikness. After weary and long, long hours of suffering, daybreak was joyous ly hailed. They were now beyond the smoke of the burning forests. They were sure they would soon hail some vessel. All day long they looked until darkness again set iu without seeing a sail. At about two o'clock in the morn ing of the third day out, one of Mrs. Mann's children, a boy ot three summers, died from hunger and exposure; when it died it was lying in the bottom of the boat with water half over its little body. The little eleven years old girl said she wanted tbe men in the boat to put it on the bedding, but they would not, and she was too weak and was holding the baby, and could uot do it. The children did not cry much on the last day, as all were nearly exhausted. Finally, after three days and nights, they were "drifted on shore at Kincardine, Ont., where their wauts were speedily attended to, and from there sent to Port Huron. During these three days, the reader can imagine the motner s xeeiings. Everybody that knew of the circum stances supposed of course they had gone to the bottom of the lake. The mother came into Port Huron, and at once went to tbe relief rooms. After making her self known, and bewailing the fate of her "hilar en in piteous bods ana moans (she had supposed them all dead till this moment,) Mrs. Fred. Wells, the Secre tary of the Relief Association, told her her children were here, well and appar ently happy. I cannot picture the soene. "Oa I Is it so ? is it bo ?" " God bless their little hearts I" " Where are they?" "Take me to them at once! Mrs. Wells intormea ner tney were near ov. and she would take her there at once. Another aud more painful part of the story was yet to be told to Mrs. Mann How to do this was a query, ait tne la dies in tbe room dreading to break the dreadful tidings to her. At last Mrs. Mann began to ask her how Emma was. and then the next one. Finally she asked how little Charley was ? No one answered for a moment. She looked ud and saw at once all was not right. "Is he dead? is he dead?" and com menced weeping as only a fond and lov ing mother can, for the loss ot ner Doy What Ailed Deacun Waterman. It is not for us to meddle with the local politioB of Rhode Island whilst that Commonwealth has so rainy able citi zens to look after its welfare. But tbe Providence Journal introduces some counsel to discontented experimentalists, with the following tale, which of itself and without reference to the local appli cation of its moral must be copied as de- serving a place in the current literature of the day ; especially for the f-licity of its luscious description ot a repast such as is not to be had even at first-olass hotels : Jedediah Waterman was a substantial farmer in Johnston. He was a deacon in the church, voted the Whig ticket, subscribed to the Journal, and was, in all respects, a worthy and substantial citizen, a Rhode Islander of the old t-chool. He was nigh upon sixty when he used to sav that he never had a pain or an ache in his life, and had never pasaed an hour in bed except for his natural sleep, never on account of sick ness or bodily weakness. B ut it came to pass th.it the good deacon felt the need of medical advice, and he sent for the doctor. Dr. Fiske drove up in that old fashioned pulky, old-fashioned even in that dav. and bis old bay horse nobody recollects tbm but we and arrived at th rtann' house at hiffh noon, and just as one of the deacon's hired men was blowing the horn for dinner. This may not have been altogether accidental, for tbe deacon wsls famous for his good cheer, and the doctor, like all other doc tors that we ever heard of, was not al together indifferent to the rational Dlesures of the table. , Arrived just at that hour, the deacon suggested that it vould not be well to let the dinner cool while the consulta tion went on, wbioh might as well be deferred a little while ; and the case be ing evidently not a dangerous one, the doctor did not press tbe professional matter, and, not to waste the time, took seat at the well-spread table, whose gratoful steam rose up in the most pro vocative flavor. The deacon reverently asked a blessing, and then, having served his distinguished guest, betook him to the work before him. It was what he called " a biled dinner," and his wife made some needless apologies, deolanng that if she knew the doctor was coming she would have had a better one. And the deacon said, " Nonsense, ma ; the doctor knows that we are plain folks, and as be is on professional business," here the deacon looked gravely conscious, ' he will be content to take us as he finds us." But the doctor said that the dinner was capital ; and the doctor was right, as he generally was. So the deacon cut a dice of beet ana a slice of pork and passed the plate over to his wife, who put upon it two pota toes, with a due quantity of turnip, squash, beet, cabbage and apple sauce, and passed the smoking pyramid in safe ty over to the doctor. Every thing was of the deacon's own raising, and of his wife s own cooking. A large pitcher ot cider, we can't help it, Mr. Conant, we are telling this story juBt as it took place wbioh Hezekiah, tbe deacon's youngest son, named after his uncle, a tamous revival preacher, went down cellar twice to fill, adorned the plenteous board. Atter all this came some apple dumplings, and then Mrs. Waterman brought on her chH a asuvre (she man t call it by any such outlandish name) her pies she was famous for her pies mince, apple and pumpkin, one piece ot each, a Bixtb oi a pie, conscientiously divided, was put on each plate, and two kinds ot cheese plain and sage. Suoh was the dinner to which the in valid invited his physician, and to which both did ample justice. When it was finished, and the deacon took a final pull at the cider, he wiped his mouth, and, with a melancholy air, approached the subject of his malady, which the doctor might have been excused tor quite for getting. The doctor inquired about his digestion, his . Bleep, his lungs and his liver. He looked at his tongue ; he felt his pulse, a little quickened by the mid day exercise that he bad gone through, but regular, firm, and apparently health ful. Quite baifiad in his search fer the hidden disorder, the doctor shook his head gravely, as doctors are bound to do, and said, " Well, what do you think is the matter with you, deacon?" " Wall," said the deacon, " I can't tell what it is ; but somehow or other, it seems as if as though I set down here, as I did just now, and eat halt an hour or so, and my appetite is all gone." Things Mixed. Some years ago, when the writer was a reporter upon an Eastern paper, it de volved upon him to write tor the same edition an account of the presentation of a gold-headed cane to Rev. Dr. Mudge, tbe clergyman of the place, aud a description of a patent hog-killing and a sausage machine, which had been put in operation at tbe factory, ciow what made Rev. Dr. Mudge mad was this : The inconsiderate buccaneer who made up the forms of the paper, got the two locals mixed up in a frightful man ner, and when we went to press some thing like this was the appalling result : "Several of tbe Key. JJr. Mudge s friends called upon bim yesterday, and after a brief conversation, the unsus picious hog was seized by the hind legs and slid along a beam until he reached the hot-water tank, flis friends ex plained tbe object of their visit, and pre sented bim with a very handsome gold- beaded butcher, who grabbed him by the tail, swung him around, slit his throat from ear to ear, and in less than a minute tbe carcass was in the water. Thereupon he came forward and said that them were times when the feelings overpowered one, and for that reason he would not attempt to do more than thank those around him, for the manner in which such a huge animal was cut into fragments was simply astonishing. The doctor concluded his remarks, when the machine seized him, and in less time than it takes to write it, the hog was cut into fragments and worked up into de licious sausage. The occasion will long be remembered by the doctor's friends as one of tbe most delightful ot their lives. I be best piece can be procured tor ntteen cents a pound, and we are sure that those who have sat so long under his ministry will rejoice that he has bean treated so handsomely. Brooklyn Times. Dangers of Liniburger Cheese. Three children in St. Louis having displayed symptoms of poison, soon at ter eating Limburger cheese, led to an examination. It was discovered that the cheese did contain poison, but imparted by the wrapper in which it is always prepared for market. Tbe cheese in itself is innoxious, but it is euveloped in lead-foil wrappers, which are harm less until they come in contact with s liquid which will act upon them as a dissolvent, in which case the liquid be. comes poisonous by taking up the lead. Tbe decomposition oi this cheese bad produced a very strong acid, which came in contact witn the poisonous wrapper, and then spread throughout the cheese, thus poisoning the whole cake. The discovery of this fact ought to produce a change iu the method of preparing the cheese ior market. Tbe loss of life in Persia from cholera- pestilence and famine has been fright ful. Of the 129,000 inhabitants of Meschad, the capital of Kborasan, two-thirds perished from hunger and disease in the course of July labt, while the remaining third fled, and were mostly captured by roving troops of Turkomans and Afgans, and led into slavery. At other plaoes, cholera car ried off great numbers of people. The government seems to have been shame fully indifferent to the sufferings of tbe populace. IMI9CE LLAOOTJS , ITE MS. An old lady in Wisconsin has missed only two ratals in seventy years. Why does B precede C in the alpha bet ? Because you must be before you can see. Do you observe ? A mntie dealer in a Western town an nounces in bis window a sentimental song, " Ttiou Hast Loved Me and Left Me for Twenty -five Cents." Caseyville, near Salt Lake, codtains seventy-three husbands, who have, in the aggregate 347 wives and 522 chil dren. It has been estimated by Senator Car-' penter, of Wisconsin, that the number of lives lost in his State during the late conflagration was from twelve to eighteen hundred. The Treasury Department has receiv ed a deposit of $67.86 on account of the . post-office at Sitka, Alaska, being the first deposit on the postal account re- ' ceived from that station. Cotton prizes to the amount of $1,000, open to the world $500 to the first, $300 to the second, and $200 to the third best bale are offered by the Ala bama State Fair Association. This is liberal, and should attract competition from all over the cotton States. The latest thing iu funerals is related of Birmingham, Va., where a gentleman who was bring carried to the cemetery by his relatives, kicked at his e.offin-lid and demanded to be let nut. If this thing should beoome epidemic, it will be very awkward. Prominent English capitalists are about to attempt the development of the Canadian oil-fields, and will take steps to introduce tbe products of their enter prise into European markets. That there are largo quantities of petroleum in that section, there is no doubt. Lillie Feckhaui, the young advocate of woman suffrage out West, recently died in Milwaukee from the effects of a Russian bath. She we formerly con nected editorially with the Toledo (Ohio) Indtx, and bad lately been oailed to the pastorate of a Uuitarian church in Iowa. Remember that now 1b the time to set out hyacinth bulbs if you desire spring flowers. And remember also that the time has passed for setting out on stoops. Don't do it, or you'll raise shakes. Boys may be reminded that it is not season able for setting out elsewhere at Bobool time ; by doing this they will raise cane. A deibrmed chicken of common breed. the deformity resulting from a broken back, was entered at the MUBttingum County (Ohio) Fair as a Hungarian cock ofthe"Sclavi Magyar breed," just im ported, and the sapient judges, atter gravely inspecting it, awarded it tbe first premium over one ot the nnest poultry shows ever seen in the county. Apropos of the great fires raging in the North-west the Chicago Pott appeals to the people or the government to take some action toward preventing the reck less aud improvident waste of our great national timber resources. In less than half a century, it says, if we continue in our present course, wood ior fuel or for building purposes will be scarcer here tbau it is in England. What is needed is a law prohibiting the cutting of trees of less than a certain girth, providing severe penalties for careless or wanton bush-iirng, and compelling the annual plauting of trees in the country, even as the statutes provide tor the maintenance of roads and construction of bridges. The Kennebec Journal contains the following incident : An old farmer iu the vicinity of Augusta, about twenty years ago, after concluding a " a trade" for a large bale of goods with an Augusta dealer in furniture, as he was about to drive off, hailed the furniture dealer with, " If you will throw in a looking-glass, I will bring yer down a barrel ot nice apples." The mirror was " thrown in," and this was the last seen of the farmer uutil a few days since, when an aged farmer backed his " apple cart" up to the sidewalk opposite the lurm ture store, now occupied by sons of the former owner, opened the door, and shouted, " Here's yer apples." The sur prise ot the sona was great; but the father, who was present, remembered tbe circumstances of the trade, aud heartily greeted his old acquaintance, who, atter a lapse ot twenty years, naa not forgotten his promise. Tbe romance of Enoch Arden finds an unromantic illustration in Virginia. One John Wiley, a private in a Virginia regiment, was wounded during the early part of the war, was for a long time con- nned in the hospital, and then too the oath of allegiance and went west. Mrs. Y lley mourned bim as dead tor tour years and then Decame .airs, wunam Smith. A few days ago, as she sat on the porcji of ber home, a bronzed travel ler approached and embraced her most enthusiastically. Smith first knocked the man down and then atked him who he was 1 It was John Wiley, husband No. 1, bis feelings greatly wounded at his reception. Explanations and apolo gies followed. A compromise was ef teoted, and for $200 Mr. Wiley agreed to start at once for Colorado, to return no more. In collecting clothing for the Chicago sufferers in Pawtucket, a few days since, the children in one of the infant schools were given a recess to go home and bring whatever wearing apparel they had to spare. One of the little girls went home for ber share, and as her mother had stepped out, concluded to help herself, and accordingly packed up all the dresses, etc, of which she was possessed, save what she had on,' and with all the gravity possible presented them to the committee, who, of course, packed them with the rest and sent them away. When the little girl's mother came to look for a change of clothe for the child after school, the discovery of what had been done took place, and the consternation in that family can be bet ter imagined than described. The little miss aaid she bad been sent home to get her clothes, which she had obeyed to the letter.
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