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VOL. V, IUDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUHSDAY, JULY 15, 1875. NO. 21.
A Hundred Yours Ago.
Where, where are all the birds that sang
A hundred years ago ?
The 3on erg that all in beauty sprang
A hundred years ago ?
The lips that smilod,
The oyos that wild
Iu flashes shone
Boft eyes upon.
Where, O where are lips and eyes,
The maiden's smiles, the lover's sigh b,
That lived so long ago V
Who pooplod all the city streotB
A hundred years ago ?
Who filled the ohurch with faces meek
A hundred years ago ?
The sneering tale
Of siBter frail ;
The plot that worked
A brother's hurt ;
Where, O where are plots and sneers,
The poor man's hopes, the rich man's fears,
That lived so long ago ?
THE BEACON LIGHT.
Yes, I was to lo married tho coming
fall to Rollin Weatherbee, heir of the
Weatlierboo estate. How matters bail
progressed so fur and I bad been en
gaged to Rollin I scarcely knew. Did I
lovo bim I asked myself many times,
without being able to answer tho query.
My mother had very quietly and in her
determined way settled tho whole affair,
find I supposed I had nothing to do but
quietly submit to the decree. I did not
dislike llollin, and indeed there was lit
tle about him to make ono do anything
but like him. I knew my young female
friends envied mo.
I was paving my last maiden visit with
my mother, and tho wedding day was
drawing near. At tho seaside where we
were I mot Broece Rogers, and our ac
quaintance at once ripened iuto friend
ship. I had scarcely noted the growth
of this intimacy until one evening JJreeco
and I were taking our accustomed walk,
when he suddenly turned to me and
said :
" Is this thing truo your mother tells
me?"
" What thing ?" I almost whispered
"You know I" ho answered fiercely.
"Is it truo that you are to bo tho wife of
llollin Weatherbee next Octobei ? That
you are here to make your preparations?"
"Yes." Tho word came almost with
n gasp. Ho took my bauds iu his and
looked down upon mo.
" You shall not you shall not I I lovo
you, you are mine, now and forever."
Before I could speak or cry out he had
taken mo iu his arms, and was raining
kisses upon my lips. I was young,
romantic and impulsive. This man bad
aroused a strange feeling iu my breast,
that now, us I lay in his arms, I believed
must be love. I could soo tho reckless
beauty of his face as it bent above mo,
and almost unconsciously I clasped my
arms about his neck, sobbiug wildly,
and whispering: "Oh, if I had known
you sooner if it were not too late."
"It is not too late," ho cried, passion -ntely,
strainiug mo to bis heart. "You
are mine, now and for all time. You
rniist bo my wife !"
"But I cannot," I sobbed, "I am
bound to another tho wedding day
draws near."
"I care nothing for that. Yon must
wed me, tind no other. I cannot give
yon up."
His imperious manner, bis impassion
ed earnestness, aroused ray girlish ad
miration. Ho seemed liko some knight
of olden romance to me, besides whom
llollin Weatherbee, with his patrician
beauty, was completely overshadowed.
For three weeks I met Rogers euch day,
and listened to his words of passionate
devotion. At last came an afternoon late
in September. I was to meet Breece
that evening, and stood looking out at
the gorgeous sunset, with a heart full
of contending emotions, when mamma
came into the room. " Rose," she said,
" you remember Breece Rogers who
came hero so often some time ago ?"
Remember bim! but I only said :
" Yes, mother," in a very low voice.
"Well, Ilurwood tells me a painful
thing in connection with him. She suys
her husband tells her it is the neighbor
hood talk now. It seems there is a very
lovely young girl.'a gardener's daughter,
Cora Smith by name, whom Broece has
been very attentive to fqr some months.
Tho girl's father says she is betrothed to
him. At all events, bo has been a most
ardent lover, for a year or more, and
now, without a word, or any apparent
cause, he has deserted her. lias not
been near her for two mouths, and the
girl is very ill calling for bim constant
ly, but be does not go near her. It is
thought sho will die. She is a poor,
. frail, childish thing, and never knew
what it was to suffer before. It is very
mJ. VVnat a heartless villain ho must
be."
My heart seemed to die within mo. A
rush of emotion, shame, augor, grief,
misplaced love and wounded prido
fought together in my breast. Oh ! how
mean tho man was whom I had placed
above Rollin Weatherbee iu my heart's
affection. How I despised him, for that
moment. Then 1 began to think it
might not be so- thoro might be some
mistake. "I will go to him to-i'ight,"
I thought, "and I shall know."
1 did go, when the shadows of tho
gloaming settled down over the earth.
I fonnu him waiting for mo. He held
out his arms, but I stood aloof.
" Go to Cora Smith," I said. " She
is entitled to your caresses she wants
them I do not. "
I needed no further proof of bis guilt.
His face turned crimson from brow to
chin, and then pale as death.
"What doyouknowof her?" becried,
hoarsely, " Who has been telling you
lies ?"
" Nj one," I answered. " Your face
is a proof of the truth of all I have
beard. I will make this our last meet
ing. My eyes are opened in time, thank
God. I do not want to set them upon
you again. Do not try to see me, for it
will be useless. I utterly despise you.
Go back to the only person who be
lieves you worthy of love who is dying
for you."
I turned and sped back to the house,
and for two weeks scarcely stepped out
biclo its walls. I was ill in mind and
body. My unreasoning romantic folly,
that I had called love, died suddenly at
one blow, and I knew there was only one
mas in the . ' ' nt X leyed, or trer
bad loved, and that ono man was Rollin
Woathorboo. But my heart was filled
with regrets for my past folly, and fears
for what might follow. But two weeks
passed by and I heard no word and
saw nothing of Breece Rogers until
that chill Octobor night, when my story
opens.
I turned my face away, lest tho light
of those dark eyes should bring back the
old delirium. For at that one glance I
felt tho blood leap through my veins,
and a strange glow shoot through my
heart. I thoroughly despised this man,
yet ho had a power over me still. A
woman who has ever been held in a
man's arms, and felt his kisses upon her
lips, can never bo learn to despise or for
get him that the sight of his face will
not sometimes move her. At length I
arose and moved away from the window.
A second later something struck the
glass with a sharp click.
" What was that ?" asked mamma.
" The wind hurled something against
the window pane," I answered. A mo
ment later and it was repeated. ' Why,
it sounds like something thrown against
tho glass," mamma said. " Toll Har
wood to see what it is, Rose."
I got up and went out of the room. I
know it was useless to resist Breece
Rogers' summons longer. I must go
a' d seo what ho wanted. I throw a dark
cloak over my shoulders and went out.
He heard the door open, and glidod into
the shadows again.
" What do you want?" I askod, icily.
" Why are you here ? I told you never
to approach mo again."
" Yes, but you were angry then. You
havo had time to think more kindly of
me since, and I came to tell you that
Cora is dead. Sho died last night, and
with her dying lips she forgave mo what
ever wrong I have done her. I was with
her and caught her last breath. If sho
could forgive mo, surely you ought. I
know I did her a great wrong, but I re
pent of it, and she has forgiven me; will
not you do the same and come to me ?"
He took a step toward mo, but I re
treated. " I have nothing to forgive,"
I answered coldly. " If she whom you
so wronged has forgiven you, well and
good. I owe you no ill-will, but I do
not lovo or respect you now, and never
can."
"Rose!" he cried, "you are cruel!
Oh, come to me, and fly before it is too
late."
"Hush!" I said sternly. "All that
wild folly is past, and forever. I shall
bo tho wifo of Rollin Weatherbee next
week at this time, and far from hero.
The wife of the only man I ever loved.
That mad fancy I conceived for you
died as suddenly as it sprang to life, and
can never live again. Go away now and
leave mo. Good-night and good-bye."
I sped back into the house, and locked
the door behind mo, leaving him alone
in tho darkness. I found mamma had
fallen to sleep in her chair by the
stove, and was relieved that I would
thus be spared answering any questions.
The wind blew colder and harsher
across tho moorlands. A dreary rain be
gan to fall, and tho night settled down,
desolate and lonely. Merideth House
was oppressively quiet, and my heart
was full -of sad forebodings. What if
tho dreadful autumnal storms should
come on just after Rollin embarked for
Avondale ! What if his ship went down
iu tho waters of the lake, aud ho never
came to me? Would it not be a just
punishment for my wild folly? Had I
not been untrue to him in thought, and
almost broken my vows, and lied with
another, and that other a basehearted,
unprincipled villain ? Oh ! I was
ashamed ashamed ; and I hid my face
in my hands, praying to God to forgive
me, and send Rollin to mo in safety.
The days that followed wero damp and
chill, with mist and wet east winds. But
the dreaded storm did not come on.
Each night I went to rest with a heart full
of anxious fear ; each morning I arose,
thankful to find only wet winds and
somber skies. Thursday morning came
gray, cold, chilly, like the ones that pre
ceded it. Thursday night the ship Cora
Ball was expected, and by that ship
Rollin Weatherbee would come to me.
I was restless and uneasy all the long
day. No glimmer of sunshine lighted
the dull, gray skies. A damp mist fell,
and the cold east wind blew over the
moor. By night I was almost hysterical,
and my heart was like lead in my breast.
" A wan-faced bride yo'll bo, if yedinua
brighten up a bit," Har wood said to me,
and I did not wonder as I caught sight
of my dead white face iu the mirror.
The evening came on dark and deso
late. No moon, no stars, only 'a gray
3ky, varied here and there with dense
black clouds. I could not stay in the
house. It seemed like a prison to me,
and seizing a cloak I threw tho hood
over my head, the capo over my shoul
ders, and walked down the avenue, aud
leaning on the stouo yillra of the gate,
looked out town-a.i tho lake. Suddenly
something caught my eye; it was a
bright light high up in the air. " A
lighthouse, of course," I said, mentally,
"bnt why have I never seen it before ?
That is not the lighthouse that directs
ships to Avondale landing, for tho land
ing is exactly opposite Merideth Honso.
I havo seen the light night after night
from my chamber window. " I turned
ray eyes in the direction of the lauding.
It was dark as pitch. But to the left,
full half a mile, shone that brilliant
light. Suddenly a thought struck me.
My God, it is the lighthouse on the
rocks!" I cried, and my heart seemed
to stand still. I remombered that I had
been out there once, in my boot. An
old fisherman, sitting on the rocks, and
dropping his line in the water, bad an
swered my queries concerning the light-
bouse. "It is where the red light is
hoisted of a very stormy night," he said.
" Not often used, miss, tor the beacon
at Avondale guides the ships safe to the
landing. But this is lighted sometimes
to t-how where the danger lies, if the
night is o'er dangerous."
His words all came back to me now,
with dreadful distinctness. The light
seemed to burn into my very eyeballs
the light that shone clear and white
not the red signal of danger high up
on the cruel rocks. Quick as lightning
it all flashed through my mind. Some
one had lighted the lamp to wreck the
Cora Bell upon the rocks. Who could
that some one lie but Breece Rogers?
He knew Rollin Weatherbee was coming
to me on that ship, and he was fiend
enough to wreck a hundred lives for
the take ef killing one mux, What
could be done how could the danger
be averted I Without even a glance back
to the house, I opened the gate and
sped toward the lake. I know every
inch of the ground.
On I went till I reached the hut of a
fisherman. I gave a loud knock at the
door, then burst it open without waiting
to bo bidden. A stalwart man and his
burly son sat over the grate. Both
started to their feet at the sight of my
deathly face and staring eyes. "Why,
Miss Rose but" I Btopped them.
"For God's sake," I cried, "come
with me ! The beacon at Avondale
landing has not been lighted, and the
houso on the rocks is burning a white
light, and the Cora Boll will be a wreck
unless something is done. One of you
go to Avondale and soe why tho keeper
has neglected his duty, and one of you
com 9 with me to the lighthouse on the
rocks."
" With you, Miss Rose, why "
" Yes, with me ! I can't stay hero, I
must go with you in tho boat and see
that the light is put out. I am not
afraid. The night is dark, bnt tho lake
is not rough. Tho only danger is
threatening the Cora Bell. We must be
quick."
On wo hurried, I keeping pace with
the long-limbed fisherman. Down to
the landing tho young man hastened,
and up into the lighthouse, while 1
spraug into the boat which the old man
unlocked, and, scarcoly waiting for him
to seat himself, seized an oar and rowed
with all my might. How slowly we went
how slowly. Would we never reach
tho rocks ? And all the time that wicked,
hateful light burning into my very eye
balls. There at last ! Tho light mado
the landing less dangerous than I had
thought. The old man fastened the boat,
aud I clambered up the rocks.
" Careful, miss," he continued,
"those rocks aro wet and slippery;" but
I reached the lighthouse, and entered
with a heart so w-ild with fears for the
Cora Bell that I forgot all danger for
myself. I ran like a squirrel up the
stairs, up the ladder on up tip till
I reached tho tower. I opened the door,
I leaped into the loft, where the lamp
gleamed and flashed its white light into
my very eyes. A man, with a dare
devil face, turned at tho noise. He had
been so intently gazing through a glass
out upon the waters that ho had not
heard my approach. "Fiend I" I cried,
"what would you do?" and with ono
bound I dashed my whole force against
the lamp, shattering it in pieces, and
extinguished the baleful light. For one
moment we were left in utter darkness
and a man's voice hissed: "Girl, you
shall rue this. I have you in my power
now." I felt his iron grip upon my
wrist and screamed outright. Then the
door burst open, the light of a lantern
flashed into the tower, and tho burly
form of the fisherman entered and stood
beside us. " Seize him bind him !" I
cried. 1 ' He will kill me ! "
The burly fisherman set down his
lamp and caught the arms of
Breece Rogers, and quick as thought
pinioned them at his back. I tore up
the skirt of my dross and twisted it iu a
stout cord that securely fastened the
villain's limbs. Ho scarcely moved so
sudden bad been the fisherman's attack,
so iron-like his hold. "Now bring him
down," I said, " I will lead the way
with tho lantern." Ho took Breece
Rogers' lithe, Blender figure in his arms
as if it had been a child's, and followed
me down the ladder. It was a treacher
ous descent, but we landed safely upon
the rocks and took our seats in tho boat.
Breeco was not gagged, yt he said no
word mado no sound. Wo had not
rowed half tho distance back to the lnud
ing, when, joy of joys ! the light flashed
out from Avondale beaconhouse, reach
ing far over the waters, and 1 knew tho
Cora Bell was saved.
Tho strain upon my nervous system
had been too great. As wo reached tho
Avondale landing I fell in a dead faint,
and knew no more till I woke iu my
room surrounded by a crowd of anxious
faces. Har wood was rubbing my hands,
mamma bathing my forehead, some
strange faces wero scattered about tho
room, aud Rollin, my Rollin, bent over
me, with tears in his blue eyes. When
I was strong enough they told mo all.
How I had been brought back by tho
fisherman, hours and hours before,
aud the story of my adventure briefly
stated by him. How the- fisherman's
son had found tho keeper of tho light
house in a dead stupor, a drugged sleep,
aud the lamps so tampered with that it
took him a full half hour to right them
and make them burn. How they did
burn at last, in time to guide the Cora
Boll safely to shore, and bring Rollin
and tho wedding guests in season for tho
morrow's bridal.
I was a pale brido and hod to be sup
ported by my husband's arm, but it was
a giaa initial ior au that, we left Avon-
dale, mamma, Rollin, and some few of
the wedding company, that very day, and
I have never set foot there since. Breece
Rogers was. tried, convicted, and sen
tenced to prison, wnere lie died two
years later. Rollin knew the whole story
.11 T 1 . - -
iu my iun,y ueiure a. uecame ma wife.
He did not censure me since I had
risked my life to save his, and to atone
for my error.
A M ill Case.
Mrs. Cruger, a lady of wealth, and
distinguished lor many years in New
York society, died iu 1872, at the ago of
eighty-tlirce, leaving a considerable es
tate. By a will which is tho subject
matter of tne surrogate s decision, she
left some 240,000, being the larger part
of her estate, to the American Bible
Society and the Board of Foreign Mis
sions in equal parts. This will was
executed Jan. d, 18b8, and a codicil,
which changes tho method, but not the
purpose, of tho previous paper, was
executed July 20, 1869. In opposition
to the probate of the will, it is alleged
by Mrs. Cruger's next of kin, who under
an intestate distribution of the property
would be her heirs, that the testatrix
was at the dates of the will and codicil
incapable of making a valid will, on
account of an insane condition of mind,
with special reference to the subject
matter of those instruments. Surrogate
Hutehings, after considering the evi
dence in the case, rejects the papers and
decides that Mrs. Cruger died intestate.
The Bible Society loses the large be
quest, and it goes of course to the hoire
of the deceased.
SiiucrHtlllon In Kentucky.
Tho following story seems incredible.
but it is told, apparently in entire
seriousness, by tho Columbus (Ky.)
M'hhciiit: There lives within a few
miles of Clinton, in this county, a well
known and rospected family by the name
of Berry, the oldest daughter of which
has been marriod, and lives in tho edge
of Ballard connty. This daughter has
poor health, and it seems must bo at
least partially deranged. This daughter
told the family that a man by the name
of McDonald had died near Charleston,
Mo., and that ho had since appeared to
her in the form of an angel and made
various revelations to her; that he had
told her the nature of her disease, and
what to do to effect a cure; and that she
had followed the directions given and
been relieved, thus proving the reliability
of the spiritual communication. Sho
also told them that on another occasion
this spirit had informed her that certain
neighboring ladies were witches, and
that they would come to the house in the
form of cats ana uo mem some great in-
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jury. The lamuy were urm ueiievers in
the power of spiritual to communicato
with physical beings, and thoir minds
were so wrought upon that they fully
behoved tho insane story of their daugh
ter. The Holy Scriptures were searched
for confirmatory proofs to prophecies
aud in parallel cases o history, as well
as for authority as to what should be
done with. tho witches. ' Here thoy con
vinced themselves that tho "witches'
Bhould bo put to death. In the mean
time the ladies who had been accused of
witchcraft were apprised of the state of
mind existing iu the Berry family, and
became alarmed and terror stricken al
most beyond endurance. Finally, ono
day whilo tho two boys in the family
wero out getting wood a couple of cats
camo running and caterwauling near by.
The boys, to use their own words,
" thought tho witches had them," and
scampered into the house; the elder boy,
aged probably fifteen or sixteen years,
took a gun and went out to shoot tho
cats, or witches, or whatever they might
be; but failing to find them, ho began
making threats against the ladies whom
ho supposed to bo identical with tho
cats, for ho firmly believed that these
ladies could transform themselves into
cats and again resume their human forms
at will. Some reports say that ho actu
ally went to their houses iu search of
them, making threats by the way.
Having gone thus far, other neighbors
interfered and caused tho arrest of the
family, consisting of Mr. John Berry,
his wifo and two sons. Being them
selves put upon oath they testified that
they solmenly believed these stories of
witchcraft, and that in justice and in
obedience to the Scriptures the witches
should be killed. Ono or two attorneys
and some 6ther citizens told thom that
snoh belief was insanity, and that if they
persisted in it they would have to be
sent to the insane asylum. After con
siderable reasoning they admitted that
they might bo mistaken, and they were
released on giving bond iu tho sum of
500 for good behavior.
The Olden Time.
non. Allen W. Dodge gives the fol
lowing account of his first examination
when mailing application for the posi
tion of schoolteacher :
I was reading au account of Concord
when I was a young man iu college,
over fifty years ago, I taught school
there two winters and all of a sudden
I came to the picture of old Ezra Rip
ley, the grandfather of Ralph Waldo
Emorson. He was the very man who
examined me and gave mo a certificate
I have it at home certifying that I was
" of good moral character; " and cer
tifying, too, that "I was qualified to
teach school in tho town of Concord,"
and ho signed it iu a sort of John Han
cock stylo, "Ezra Ripley, minister,"
and tho minister par excellence in the
town of Concord. H yon will pardon
me, I will tell you how he examined me.
I went there in the evening with fear
and trembling, and sat down and told
him that I was tho man he was to ex
amine. Ho looked at me, and 1 trem
bled from head, to foot, and ho spelled
me "spelling matches" of that kind
were' rare Jie even made hie "read, and
examined my writing, and then put mo
through a course of addition, subtrac
tion, multiplication, and division, vulgar
fractions, and that sort of thing; and
said he: "lam satisfied with your at
tainments, but there is one thing, before
I give you a certificate, I must require
of you, and you must consent to do." I
said : " What is that, sir ?" " You must
open and close your school every day
with prayer!" 1 said: "lam nof a
professor of religion; I never prayed out
loud in my life, aud I think it is unfair
for you to require it of mo." He said :
"Young man, I want no arguing." I
said : " What do you want, l)r.Ilivley ?"
He said : "I want you to pray;" and I
said again that I could not do it, and 'he
said: "You cannot keep this school."
Well, now, I wanted to keep the school
badly; it was my first attempt, and I
thought to be set aside from any cause
whatever would bo a Lasting disgrace. I
thought it over; I thought very quick,
and I said : "Will you allow mo, Dr.
Ripley, to write out tho form of prayer
on a piece of paper or a slate, and pray
with one eye opon until I get it by
heart ?" He said to me : " Any way you
can fix it, young man; I am satisfied if
you aro." And I said : "I will keep the
school. " And well, what do you think?
He had to call his daughter Hannah
Hannah was there in a moment he
said . " Hannah, draw a mug of cider."
Well, we passed a very pleasant even
ing, the cider was very nice, and we
Earted good friends; aud I didn't think
e was so stem a man when I left, as
when I came. Well, that illustrates, to
a certain extent, the character of tho
clergy of that day they wero the " mas
ters of the situation ;" their word was
law."
Heb Money. An old lady in New
York particularly desired that a certain
cushion on which she sat in church
should be buried with her, and as there
was a difficulty about getting it into her
comn it was luckily proposed to cut it,
when -several thousand dollars in green
backs came to light The old lady was
clearly resolved that, if she did bring
nothing into the world, she would at all
events, as far m possible, take something
ut el it.
How Ho Won lies.
The reader must imagine that tho fol
lowing takes place in a snug littlo parlor
before a bright fire. The speaker is a
hort, dark-complexioned mnu, who
seems to enjoy lifo thoroughly. His
companion is a younger man than him
self and a bachelor.
" How did I come to get the prizo ?
Well, now, that is a question. If you
have patience enough to listen I'll tell
you. As you know, I was what my
family called a queer boy. I didu t
drink and keep late hours, bnt much to
the pity and possibly annoyance of my
relatives, who wero strict Methodists,
I wandered in the neighborhood of
W church.
" Rather timidly I sat down in a pew
on tho right hand side of tho church,
and fixed myself so that I could havo a
view of every person coming in, and at
the same time see the preacher. Whilo
glancing around my eyo fell on what
you have called my 'prize.'
" She was dressed in deep mourning,
as I subsequently founa out, for a near
relative. This only added to her charms.
Her face was a beautiful clear palo. Her
eyes were blue, and of that large and
loving kind which a fellow cannot help
admiring. When she laughed two tows
of pearly-white teeth were displayed.
Her whole manner was that of a lady
combined with tho beautiful simplicity
of a child.
"Under the left lappel of my vest all
at once something began to jump. I
guess it was my heart. For the lifo of
mo, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
Now and thon I was rewarded with a
smile and a glance. For some time this
was our only acquaintance. I attended
that church Sunday after Sunday. At
Inst I was introduced to her. This was
what I had been looking for, and now
that I had it I seemed to bo in the third
heaven. I was timid at first, but one
evening after church I heard her say :
"Oh, dear, I've no one to leave mo
home, my folks are all gone."
" I at onco volunteered to be her es
cort ; my offer was accepted, and from
that day onward I grew into her con
fidence I gave to her my wholo heart.
I couldn't help it, sho was so good and
so beautiful. Four years ran on and I
ventured to pop the question, although
it had been mutually popped a long time
before. We were sitting alone ono even
ing in the cozy little parlor of her house,
ner hand was iu mine. I nervously
said :
" Katie, do you remomber that littlo
two story houso I e aid I'd like to live
in I
" Yes, what of it?" she said, her large
blue eyes looking into mine.
" Well, I have one of them now, and
it is a very lonely place. I want some
person to take care of it for me. Can
you recommend any person ?"
"1 really clon t Know a single person
I could trust," she replied.
'I do," said I, "and that one is
yourself, Katie. Will you como and
take care of it take complete posses
sion ?"
" A gontlo prossuro on my hand was
tho answer. That evening we asked
' Pa ' and 'Ma,' who both said yes.'
" There is the wholo story. You
know the rest. How happy we havo
lived. Not a single quar here she
comes herself, the best little wife any
man could wish for. "
The Cheese Industry.
According to the American Grocer,
the cheese industry is in danger of ruin,
aud tho only salvation, it is said, is to
abandon the manufacture of every
quality except full cream cheese, which
is tho only kind entitled to the designa
tion of cheese. So-called cheese is made
of every gradation of quality, from the
poorest skimmed to the richest full
cream cheese, and sells in tho market
from two cents to thirteen and a halt
cents a pound. If the milk is all skim
med, the poorest product is the result,
and this quality proves an exceedingly
unprofitable manufacture, as it costs to
mako and sell it at least three cents a
pound, and nets a loss of one cent a
pound. The next quality above, with
five per cent, of cream, and mado of
good texture and properly colored,
brings a relatively higher price; and so
on for all gradations of quality until
when the cheese is made with a mixture
of morning milk skimmed and evening
milk unskimmed, in equal quantities, an
article may be produced by proper core
that will pass very well with those who
are not experts for a full cream cheese.
Then comes in the oleomargarine cheese,
the cream all taken off and the oil called
oleomargarine, from the fresh fat of the
caul of an ox, substituted in equal
weight for the cream. This produces an
article which in many respects so closely
resembles the full cream cheese as to be
readily sold for it.
Last year skimmed milk cheese sold
very well up to tho best grades. This
year they can hardly bo sold at all, from
which it appears that, after all, cheating
don't pay. All who are interested in the
export trade, and nearly every receiver
is, tells us that the presence of adultera
ted cheese in the English market is being
felt here, and that it is absolutely certain,
if their manufacture and shipment is
persisted i?., will react disastrously upon
our cheese trado, and ultimately to drive
us out of a market that has cost us so
many years and so much labor to estab
lish. Of tho 1,905,078 cheese received
here during the year ending May 31 last,
1,701,328 wero exported, leaving 201,050
for homo consumption, about niue per
cent, of the total receipts. Figures like
these show the importance of sending
good cheese abroad. .
Liberal. Aboard of one of the sleeping-cars
which arrived in Detroit tho
other morning, was an Iowa man, whose
big boots had been blacked with tho
rest while he slept. When he came to
put thom on he asked what the charge
was, and the porter replied that he could
give whatever ho saw tit. The traveler
put out a nickle, smiled patronizingly,
and banded it out with the remark :
" There you may keep the whole of
it. When I'm around home I like to
know where my money goes to, but
when I travel I pay my way and want
things pleasant."
The misery felt by the child who
couldn't go to the pionio is nothing to
that of the out who am been to iW
THE W0M)ERS OF THE S1JA.
Vlenlnn Flnh from 1'mlrr the Orrnn Am.
plilblow Life nt the lle of Wight.
After several days' energetio sight
seeing in very hot weather, says a corre
spondent of the Graphic, we packed our
valises and stole away to the Isle of
Wight, by way of Brighton, where we
stopped over for three hours to see the
aquarium. You descend a scrips of
elegant terraces, and find yourself ap
parently at tho bottom of the sea. Cool,
arched, grotto-like halls extend in every
direction, ending in femerios bright
with falling water, whilo along the sides
of tho long arcades, only a crystal wall
separates you from the watery homes of
fishes, eels, and all the innumerable
finny and funny inhabitants of the deep.
You look up through tho green water as
though you were a fish yourself, and
know for the first time bow it feels to be
at the bottom of the sea. Great, solemn,
aldermanic-looking cod-whiting swim
up and stare into your very eyes ; enor
mous conger eels writhe playfully around
your head ; idiotic-looking dogfish lie
piled on ono another, and blink placidly
into your face like so many sheep, whilo
the skates and the stingrays are flattened
out in panting flaccidity upon the gravel
at the bottom. Little silver herring and
goldon-hued young salmon drift about
like clouds lit by the moon, and on all
sides, against the rocks that vary the
surface of tho tanks, wave tho exquisite
fringes of the sea-anemones. Here,
above all, is the supreme beauty of the
water-world.
Every variety of fringo and flower-cup
is mimicked here in hues that fairly rival
the roses of tho gardoii. Purest white,
soft, creamy yellows, rich salmon color,
every shado of tender roso and glowing
red and royal purplo and vivid green
spring from these rocks a living flower,
with petals as delicate as they are dead
ly. For these beautiful fringes and
ethereal-looking bubbles of color are so
many murderous arms outstretched for
food. As we watch thom swaying gently
iu the current, a poor little trausparent
shrimp comes paddling swiftly by. He
touches a rose-colored petal, it "flashes
round bim, he is sucked into the gorge
ous heart of tho flower, and it closes con
tentedly over his vanishod form. They
know their danger generally, these poor
little creatures, and did they touch ever
so lightly tho tip of a floating fringo,
would spring away from it with an elec
trical recoil. It is a very interesting thing
to S2)end a few hours at the bottom of
the sea to seo the eight-armed dieuvre
hanging from the rocks, or tho green
turtle sleeping peacefully just below the
surface of the water ; to watch the her
mit crabs scuttling busily about, each in
his stolen shell ; and to study the man
ners of the tip-toeing crayfish aud the
unboiled lobster. There are curious
fresh-water fish here, too, in large globes.
Among others tho Mexican azotis, most
melancholy of fish, ilrapped in inky
lines, black as a hearse and leathers,
with plumy tufts, waviug all about their
disconsolate heads. Then there are tho
telescope fish from China, swollen and
distorted gdldeu carp, with their eyes so
gogglo that they really look like spy
glasses. A Word to Young Mechanics.
Every one that ever learned a trado
knows that many a time ho has been
without any clear idea of what he was
doing, having merely acted as the tan-
chine of a master who was credited with
being a No. 1 mechanic, and all which
that should imply, but who just lacked
one thing, aud that a very important
one he did not understand how to tell
another how to do what ho could do ex
ceedingly well himself, and, as a general
rule, got into a passion because his
"cub" didn't do it just to his mind.
Now I could drop a word of advice hero
to journeymen ; but you know, boys, as
well as I do, that it is not our place to
tell a "jour." anything, for fear Lis dig
nity might suffer, and ours too in conse
quonce. But my advico to you is simply
this : In starting out to learn a trade,
make up your mind to learn and study
both at the same timo. This combina
tion of occupations, it unfortunately hap
pens, is rarely agreeable at fifteen or
soventeen years of age, when one has
just left school, and all study is looked
at as something belonging to bygone
days. I have been told by many a young
man that work was his portion now, and
that ho didn't have time to study, and
besides he was so tired at night that it
was out of the question. My reply to
those who speak in this way is :
"But you misunderstand me, my
young friend. The lessons you need to
study now are not taught in schools, col
leges or seminaries. You never see the
books you need to apply your mind to
now in libraries."
I lay a piece of wood before the car
penter and say : " My boy, that is one
of your books." I present a piece of
iron to the blacksmith in the same man
ner, and on through all the branches of
mechanism. The carpouter answers :
" Why, this is only a piece of pine, or
of oak, and nothing more." The smith
will say : "A bit of iron, and that's all."
But here comes the question: ' What
do you know of the nature of the wood,
or of tho iron, and why should you know
its naturo ! True, you may bo ablo to
work them after a fashion, and your
powers of imitation may enable you to
lie as good a mechanic as the man who
taught you ; but you will never thus, in
the nature of things, exoel, and excellence
is what every youag man should have in
viow in any pursuit, for without it you
will be termed just what you so often
near or only a mecnauic.
F.very mechanic should have as thor
ough a knowledge of the material he
works as has tlri best chomist in the
land ; and this cannot be arrived at with
out close study and attention to its every
natural feature strength, power of re
sistance, and tension ; in short, every
thing connected with its working or
transformation from one condition to an
other. This knowledge is what is meant
when you hear a mau spoken of as an
experienced mechanic.
If a man has got something to say, it
is proper to let him say it. If he is a
reasonable man ho will be satisfied with
the permission to speak, and not expect
you to quit work and listen to him.
The reports from the various depart
ments in the South concerning the aottou
crop are tuguy MtwiMtory,
The Milkmaid') Song.
In Tennyson's new drama, "Queen
Mary," we find the following littlo song:
Milkmaid (singing without).
Shame upon you, Itobin,
Bkame upon you now !
Kiss me would yon? with my hands
Milking the cow ?
Daisies grow again,
Kingcups Mow again,
And you came aud kiss'd mo milking the cow.
Itobin came behind mo,
Kiss'd me well I vow i
Cuff him could I with my hands
Milking the cow?
Swallows fly again,
Cuckoos cry again,
And you came and kiss'd me milking tho cow.
Como, Itobin, Itobin, 4
Como and kiss me now )
Help it can I? with my hands
Milking the cow ?
Ringdoves coo again,
All things woo again,
Come behind and kiss me milking tho cow.
A Strange Superslilion.
A singular caso has been heard before
tho English courts. A laboring miui
was tried for tho manslaughter of his
son, a child two years of ago, under
circumstances of tho most extraordinary
character. This prisoner was a member
of a sect called the " Pecnliar People."
One of the rules of this denomination is
that in all cases of illness it is agninst
tho law of God, as written iu tho Holy
Scriptures, to call upon medical men for
assistance. Tho church provided that
in all cases they should rely entirely
upon " prayer and anointing tho body
with oil." The infant son of this laborer
was attacked with pleurisy and inflamma
tion of the lungs. No doctor was sum
moned. The elders of the church visited
the child, prayed over it, laid their hands
upon it and anointed it with oil. Iu
time it died, and the father was arrested
on tho charge of manslaughter, iu virtu
ally contributing to tho death of his sou.
On the trial on a of tho elders of tho
" Peculiar People" testified to the anoint
ing, and quoted Scripture to prove that
his action was according to the law of
God. Ho furthermore informed tho
court that the father had given the child
"port wine, arrow root, new railk and
other nourishing things," and ho gavo
tho still furtlier information that tho
sect had resolved, in tho event of con
tagious disease breaking out among thoir
number, to call in medical advico " for
the sake of their neighbors." In re
sponse to a question of the judgo this
elder said that they used the same reme
dies for helpless infants unable to pro
tect themselves that were employed for
grown up persons, and declined to pledge
himself, in response to further inquiry,
or to pledge any of his people to mako
any alteration in the treatment of their chil
dren in cases of sickness. They would
still depend upon prayer. A physician
testified that the child died of pleurisy,
and that it might, if properly treated,
have lived. The jury found tho prisoner
guilty, but added that they believed ho
was acting for tho best " according to
his religious notions, and that what ho
did was intended for the benefit of tho
child." There is a further suggestion
that the law should compel people to
obtain medical assistance for children
when they are ill. Tho judge postponed
judgment, allowed tho prisoner to go at
large upou bail and submitted the case
to tho court of criminal appeal, saying
tliat if his view of the law wore correct it
would have tho effect of compelling peo
ple, whether " peculiar" or not, to pro
euro medical treatment for their children.
This is a singular phase of our modern
civilization. It seems to us that tho
position taken by the judgo is the proper
one, aud that when "religious convic
tions" develop iuto manslaughter they
should be interrupted by tho law.
The Potato Bug.
Tho Colorado potato beetle has put in
its appearanco, and has now reached salt
water. Some of tho potato growing
counties of New Jersey are badly infest
ed, and they are equally numerous in
Pennsylvania, aud southward. Last fall,
says the AgriculurM, wo gave warning
that they were near the coast, and havo
this year given timely notice. Knowing
that they were to be expected, the writer
began to examine his potatoes as booh
as they were fairly up, and iu the last
week of May a few bugs were found.
Examination was daily mado of the vines,
and a few hundred in all collected, and
what few eggs were found destroyed.
If the first ones which come from their
winter quarters in the ground are allowed
to breed, then the case becomes serious,
but having, while the plants were small,
and the beetles easily seen, disposed of
the first brood, we hopo to keep them in
check, though no doubt some will come
in from other places, and it will not do
to omit frequent examination. Those
who have been so unfortuuato as to al
low the insects to get tho mastery must
resort at once to paiis green. Every day
of delay makos the matter worse. If the
bugs are few, pick by hand, and destroy
the eggs, which will be found in little
orange-colored clusters on the leaves.
If too many to pick, then uso pans green,
observing all the precautions given
relative to its use. Keep up the watch ;
if no bugs ure found now, they are liablo
to come at any time during tne summer,
and success depends greatly on begin
ning in time.
THEMississipriRrvEn. Captain Eads
reports that provisional works 1,000 feet
long have already been constructed in
the south pass of the Mississippi on the
line of the jetty and are . being pushed
seaward at the rate of two hundred feet
por day. Two hundred mechanics and
laborers and four pile-driving machines
are at work, and a large quantity of stone
with other material is ready at hand.
Additional machinery aud accommoda
tions are being prepared, and in a short
time the working force will be largely in
creased. A Cleveland woman has cut out all
newspaper accounts on the Beecher
scandal which she could get hold of, and
pasted together they make a string
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