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HENRY A. PArtSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher.
NIL DESPERANDUM.
NO. 17. '
VOL. VII.
MDGrWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 14, 1877.
The Empty Cradle.
Bad Is the heart of the mother,
Who sits by the lonely hearth,
Where never again the children
Shall 'waken their songs of mirth,
And still through the painful silence
She listens for voice and tread j
Outside of the heart there only
She knows that they are not dead 1
Here is the desolate cradle,
The pillow so latoly pressed,
But far away haa the birdling
Flown from its little nest.
Crooning the lullalies over
That once were her babe's dolight,
All through the misty spaces
Sho follows its upward flight.
Little she thought of a moment
So gloomy and sad as this,
When close to her heart Bhe gathered
Her child for its good-night kiss.
She should be tenderly cherished,
Never a grief Bhould she know ;
Wealth, and the pride of a princess,
These would a mother bestow.
And this is the darling's portion
In heave i where she has fled ;
By angels securely guarded,
By angels securely led.
Brooding in sorrowful silence
Over the empty nest,
Can you not sco through the shadows
Why it is all for the best?
Better the heavenly kingdom
Than riches of earthly crown,
Better the early morning flight
Than one when the sun is down ;
Better an empty casket,
Thau jewels besmirched with Bin j
Safer than theBe without the fold
Are those that have entered in
THE BIRD'S MISSION.
Elmside, the summer residence of the Morti
mers, is situated on the banks of the Hudson,
in one of the most beautiful spots of a region
celebrated for the loveliness of its scenery.
. At the close of a sultry summer day the
family assembled on the lawn to enjoy the soft
breeze, just cool enough to bo refreshing,
which gently stirred the leaves of tree and
vine. The family party consisted of live mem
bers : Mr. Mortimer, senior, a gentleman of
sixty, with quite silvery hair and beard, and a
countenance where pride and goodness were
equally visible; his son, Royal Mortimer, a fine
looking man of thirty-live, bearing a great re
scinbliince to his father, and Mrs. Mortimer, a
graceful lady of thirty, with their two children,
Lillian ami Willie. Willie was a noblo-lookinp
l;ul of twelve, and his sister, two years younger,
was a sueet, pit asnnt-faced little girl, quite
small for her age.
On this cv niug Lillian and Willio wen
amusing themselves with the sportive tricks ol
a lively little spaniel that was Will's favorite
pet. Mrs. Mu tinier seated herself on a rustic
bench villi a bi ok in her hand, but was ap
parently moro interested in the scene aroum
her than in its pnge. The elder Mr. Morthnei
and hi son had sauntered down tho broad
path to tlio gate, and leaned upon it, talking
together busily. While they stood there, a
jittle gill, apparently about the age of Lillian,
passed along the road quite near them. She
was dressed very pla'ulv but neatly, aud had a
face of dilicate, sensitive beauty "as rare as it
was phasing. She carried a parcel on one arm,
and m her hand a bouquet of beautiful flowers.
The gold.m-brown hair fell around her neck in
Boft loose curls, aiid as she passed the two gen
tlemen she lifted to them a pair of dreamy
deep blue eyes shaded by long dark lashes
Her momentary glance was returned bv such
an eager, spellbound look from the older gen
tleman that her own lids drooped in modest
confusion, and a blush mounted to her cheek.
After watching her out of sight, Mr. Mortimer
turned to his sou wilh an expression of dsepest
sadness on his noble features. It needed no
explanation to unable Itoyal Mortimer to under
stand the reason for this'.
"Her eyes were like Annie's j did you not
think so V" asked ho.
" They seemed Annie's own," was tho reply,
given in a trembling voice. " Oh, when shall I
cease to suffer for that one act of injustice ?
Itoyal! I would willingly give all my fortune if
I could only undo the past. No day goes by
that the shadow does not creep into it, and blot
out all the brightness. No night finds me
sleeping peacefully with a happy heart. Itoyal,
I Bhould go mad if I did not cherish a faint
hope that I shall yet rind her, and make amends,
as far as I can, for what I have done. That is
mv greatest object in lite."
The son had listened with an emotion cor
responding to that of the speaker, and now
asked :
" What news did you receive from your last
advertisement ? You know I was away at tho
time, and have not had a chance to ask you
before, except in the presence of the children."
" Nothing definite," replied his father, sadly.
"There has been a person of the name in S ,
but ho died, and his family removed from the
place. No clew can be discovered to their where
abouts, I tell you, Itoyal, the thought of
Annie, alone in tho world, aud perhaps reduced
to the utmost misery of poverty, is enough to
craze nie, when here am I, with wealth at my
command, and yet powerless to relieve her."
Looking at tlio sorrowful and even anguished
faces of the two men standing there in the
gathering sumnier twilight, you would never
have thought them the happiest of mortals,
even though they did live in au " earthly para
dise." Let us go back a few hours, and follow the
steps of the child whose beautiful eyes recalled
such bitter memoi ies to Mr. Mortimer and his
son. Passing along with a light tread, she
came, after a half hour's walk, to a little cot
tige, iu front of which was a small yard con
taining some carefully tended beds of flowers.
Lifting tho latch of the gate she went quickly
up the path, and glanced with a bright smile
through an open window where a still young
and beautiful woman was sitting, at the same
time holding up her bouquet.
The enthusiastic girl had not noticed at first
her mother's face was deathly pale, and that,
as she lay back in her chair with closed eyes,
tears which she could not conceal stole from
under her long lashes.
" Why. darling mamma, what is the matter?"
she cried, in distress, as she saw these tokens
of grief.
Forcing a smile to ber quivering lips, Mrs.
Howe opened her eyes, full of lovelight, on her
daughter, and answered with an effort at cheer
fulness :
" I havo rather a bad headache, dear, but I
hope it will be better soon. Your flowers are
very lovely, and Mrs. Burt is always kind.
What is this ?" taking up some bills that the
"child had placed in her lap.
" Oh, that' is the pay for the embroidery.
Mrs. Burt said she might have to send after it,
and she would rather trust the money with me
than with a servant."
Lena told her how she had walked through
Mrs. Burt's large conservators, feasting her
eyes on the rare luxuriance of flowers.
"There wore many beautiful little birds,
mother, all free to go where they pleased, and
they sang so sweetly it made me think of
' Pick.' " And a sad look flitted across her face
as she glanced at an empty bird cag that wag
hanging in the porch with" its door open, as if
waiting for au occupant.
" Lick " had been Lena's pet canary, and the
solace of many a lonely hour. But one day the
little yellow wings spread out helplessly, the
bright eyes grew dim aud poor Dick breathed
his last m the hand of his sobbing voung mis
tress. Since then, Lena had kept Lis cage in
its usual place, and the door wide open, "for
who knows," she would ay, "what may hap
pen ' 1'erhaps tho Lord may aend me another
bird."
Mrs. Burt, she knew, would have given her
one, but the proud child would not ask the
favor of a friend who had already done commit
for hor, and t e kind lady knew nothing of
Lena's loss.
The next morning dawned bright and beauli
fu on tho luxurious homo of the Mortimers, us
well as the humble cot where lived tho seam
stress and her child. Lillian at F.liuside, (in I
Lena at the cottago. both arose with libt
hearts aud happy smiles, but grief and CRro op
pressed some of the older members of the two
families.
After breakfast Lillian went into the pleasant
sitting-room and amused herself with tho cun
ning ways of her canary, letting it out of its
cage. It was a very tamo, intelligent bird, and
would sit perched on her finger, hop on her
shoulder, and even put its little bill between
her lips with seeming affection. Lillian loved
it, as you may imagine, and no dainty was too
difficult to get or term of endearment tender
enough fur tho little song-ter. The windows
of the room were all closed so that " l'uunio"
might fully enjoy his freedom, and bo Hew
and fluttered around almost like a wild bird. A
servant came hastily into the apartment and
left the door ajur; out flew Bonnie, and tho
nearest window gave him access to tho open
air.
Lena wns out among her flower beds, and
raised her head just as a bird alighted on the
fence. She almost screamed with delight.
"Oh," she thought, "that looks just like a
canary, and perhaps he will go into my cage."
She' kept very still, and after a little flutter
sing and hesitancy " Bonnie Mortimer " hopped
into the cage and began to eat seeds. Then
Lena gently closed the door, and she had him
safe.
"Mother, mother," she oried, running in,
" tho Lord has sent me a bird, just as I thought
He would."
On the morning of the fifth day after the loss
of Bonnie, Lillian's grandfather proposed to
her to take a ride across the country with him
on horseback. She gladly consented, and they
were soon cantering away in the direction of
Lena's home. As they came near they saw
Lena standing on the porch playing and talking
with her bird. Mr. Mortimer recognized her as
tho child who had affected him bo much one
night os she passed his gate, but Lillian Baw
oniy tho bird.
"Why, grandpa, that looks just like Bonnie !"
she cried, so loudly that Lena heard her.
" Hush !" Baid " Mr. Mortimer, in a vexed
tone, "the little lady will hear you." And he
would have cone forward, but Lillian stopped,
determined to see the bird that looked so much
like the one she had lost.
The moment Lena heard Lillian's words she
felt sure that tho dreaded time had come
when she must say good-bve to her treasured
pet : so she was not surprised when she saw
Lillian dismount and come through the gate
toward her.
" Excuse me," said Lillian, with a pleasant
smile, " but your bird looks bo much like one I
lost a few days ago that I thought I must come
end Bee it. Isn't it funny that they should bo
so much alike ?"
When Bonnie heard his mistress' voico he
knew it, and began to sing little chirping notes
as he always did when sho was near.
Toor Lena kept back her sorrow ae well as she
could and said :
'1'ei'haps this is really your bird, for it is
ono that came and sat on the fence a few days
ego and then went into tho cage. I hud a
bird and it died, so I have let the cage hang
hero with the door opt n ever since. Mother
said perhaps the owner of t e bird would
come by, and I have let it hang out iu sight all
the time. You must love him ever so much,
ond I'm glad you've found him," sho added,
heroically.
Mr. Mortimer, finding Lillian oetermined to
see the bird, had also come to the door, and
m the tears which would well in Lena's eyes,
spite of all sho could do.
Declining her invitation to enter the house.
Lillian and her grandfather turned to go away.
Suddenly Mr. Mortimer stopped, and asked
Lena whoso face possessed a strange charm
tor him, if sho would tell him her name.
"Lena Howe," said the child, smilingly.
At the Bound of her namo Mr. Mortimer
rew deadly palo, and grasped his riding whip
convulsively.
Jut then Mrs. Howe appeared in the porch
calling Lena, and ignorant of the presence of
the vititors, whom she had not seen enter the
vaid. The first sight that met her view was
l.ena stuuding beforo tho door, and by her
tide, regarding her with mingled hope and de
spair, a tall, gray headed man of noble prcs
i nee, whose kindly features, though now con
vulsed with anxiety, were to ber like a vision
from heaven.
Springing forward with outstretched hands
f-he cried: "Oh, father!" and fell into his
arms.
The rapture of that meeting cannot be ex
pressed in words, but its memory will always
ti ess the hearts of the two who were thus
united after long years of mutual suffering.
The mystery is soon explained. Mrs. Howe
was the only daughter of Mr. Mortimer, the
light of his eyes and pride of his heart. Beau
tiful and winning, sho attracted many ad
mirers, and among them Ellis Howe, a young
artist who had no inheritance but his genius
a nd great charm of manne r.
The young girl married against tho will of
her father, and was commanded to leave tho
borne of her youth never to return. For that
hour of pride and anger Mr. Mortimer suffered
jears of self torture.
The discarded daughter, wounded and nad
t heart indeed, but still comforted by the love
of her husband, had gone wit h him to a distant
town. Then the strength of Ellis Howo failed,
t lirough overwork aud exposure, and after a
fhort illness he died, leaving his wife and little
child penniless. Since that time Mrs. Howe
liRd supported herself and daughter by tho
work of her needle. But she hud struggled
on, and at last her trials wero over anil the
lovo she had longed for was her own.
Lena and her mother immediately removed
to Elmside, where the wannest welcome was
given them by Itoyal Mortimer aud his wile.
The children wero tho best of friends, and
Willie declared confidentially to Lillian that
Lena was the nicest girl he ever saw.
A Wonderful Tim'piece.
Theodore Rohrer, u wntciirnnker of
Newcastle, has iu vented a piece of mech
anism which is thus described : It con
sists of a set of gold studs, in one of
which is a miniature watch, which keeps
excellent time. The combined weight
of the two studs and watch, which are
connected together, is one and one-half
ounces. The face of the watch is about
the size of a silver three-cent piece, and
witli its surroundings of gold it looks
much like a small compass. When the
watch and studs are on the shirt front
they are about two inches apart, and by
turning the upper one (in the same man
ner that a stem winding watch is wound)
tho timepiece is wound. Iu setting the
hand the lower stud is revolved. The
most remarkable thing about the time
piece is that it is not like ordinary
watches, but has a dial resembling that
of a clock. The pendulum will move
correctly in whatever position the watch
is placed, even when it is reversed and
run at ths top instead of the bottom.
In Memory of the Sergeant. A Brit
ish color sergeant, shot down and over
run by the enemy, once seized in his
mouth a corner of the Aug, and his teeth
locked upon it in the rigidity of death.
The enemy cut it away from him, leaving
a bit of it between his fixed teeth.
Subsequently the standard wns retaken,
and ever since tho flag of that regiment
is made with that little piece carefully
cut out, in memory of the sergeant who
was buried with the fragment in his
rdouth.
" I say, doctor, what'i become of your dog ?"
' Why, he attempted to eat a hole through
my leg, arid before he got through he died
suddenly of concussion of the brain," said the
doctor, suggestively shaking his heavy walking
tick.
ELEPHANTS AISD MILK.
Wlieic tlio First Amrrlrnn iHrnnwrlc 'M
OrKnnizeil.
In the town of Homers, not many miles
l ack in the country from Pcekskill, N.
Y., is a hotel that litis always hud a local
reputation from its title us the "Ele
phant Hotel." Mr. John Codmnn tells
very pleasantly the story of this hotel,
as he learned it while on a horseback
trip through that section, some years
ago. He says :
A lively gallop soon brought mo
twelve miles on my way easterly, over
the hills, to the little village of Somors
t wn. Like n frent raMi on (ho Rhine
with its two or three adjacent appurten
ances, n liinjo brick hotel looms up
among the few small houses in its neigh
borhood. This seemed disproportionate,
but my curiosity was particularly at
tracted by an immense statue of an ele
phant, nearly as large as life I mean
tlio life-size of a small elephant, of
course. This remarkable resemblance
to the animal was mounted on a high
post before the door of tho hotel, aud
painted over the front of tho building i
rend, in enormous letters: "Elephant
Hotel."
It was time to breathe my horse, and
the ride had given me an appetite for
anything I might rind within, even if it
should prove to be au elephant steak. The
landlord observed that " the women folks
were not at home, but he guessed he
could find something." He accordingly
placed a cold turkey and a bottle of Lou
don porter on the table, and thus proved
that his guess was very correct. As ho
sat down by my side I asked him the
meaning of nil his elephantine display.
"Why," he answered, " Hackaliah
Bayley built this house himself !"
''' Hackaliah Bayley ! Who was he ?"
. " Who was Hackaliah Bayley 1 Don't
you know ? He was the man who im
ported the first elephant into these
United States old Bet ; of course you
have heard of old Bet?"
" No, I have not."
"What, never heard of old Bet!
Well, sir, you are pretty well along in
life. Where have you been all your
clays ?"
I told him I had not spent them all in
Westchester county.
"I should rather think not," replied
the landlord, "or else you'd have heard
of Hackaliah Bayley and old Bet Eight
here, from this very spot, he started the
first show in the country. Bight round
hei e is where they breed and winter wild
animals to this day. Folks round here
have grown rich out of the show busi
ness. There's men in this town that
have been to Asia and Africa to get ani
mals. Hackaliah imported old Bet, and
that wasn't more than fifty or sixty years
ago. Yes, sir, Hackaliah began on the
(lie she-elephant. He aud a boy were
all tho company. They traveled nights
and showed daytimes. Old Bet sho knew
l ow much every bridge in the country
would bear before she put her foot npon
it. Bimebv thev cot a cage of monkeys
and carted them along, aud gradually it
got up to bears, lions, tigers, camels,
boa constrictors, alligators, Tom Thumb,
hippopotamuses and the fat-woman in
fact, to where it is now. Yes, sir, P. T.
Bamum got the first rudiments of his
education from Hackaliah Bayley right
here in SoHierstown. Elephants and
milk have made this town. Iu fact, we
all live on elephants and milk."
"Elephants aud milk! Good gra
cious 1" I exclaimed ; " what a diet !"
"Sir," retorted the landlord, "did you
think I meant that wo crumbled ele
phants into milk and ate 'em ? No ; I
mean to say that the elephant business
and the milk business are what have
built up this place. I've told 3'ou what
elephants have done for us, and now I'll
tell you what milk has done. There's
farmers round here owning a hundred
cows apiece. From the little depot of
Purdy's you'll pass a mile beyond this
w e seud four thousand gallons of milk
every day to New York ; and it starts
from here pure, let me tell you, for we
are honest, if we are brought up in the
show' business. Then right in our neigh
borhood are two condensed milk fac
tories, where they use as much more.
There's eight thousand gallons. The
farmers get six cents a quart on tho spot.
So you see there is a revenue of twelve
hundred and eighty dollars a day to this
district. Now you've been telling me
a,bout the West, how they raiso forty
bushels of wheat to the acre, and all
that. Well, what does it amount to by
the time you get your returns, paying
all out in railroad freight? You ride
along this afternoon, and if you come
back this way, tell me if tho houses and
fixings and things, especially the boys,
and more particularly the gals, look any
better in them diggings thau they do
here, if we do live on elephants and
milk."
The Humble Tramp.
"Gimme a square meal, won't ye?"
asked the brazen faced tramp, stepping
into a Chicago restaurant.
" No, sir," sternly replied the pro
prietor. "Gimme a handful of grub?" con
tinued the tramp.
" Not any get out ! said the owner.
" Gimme a cracker ?"
" Not a bit move along " cried the
restaurant man.
" Lemme lick a spoon ?"
"Git out I" impatiently yelled the
restaurateur.
" Lemme take a toothpick?"
" Nothing, I say 1" screamed the eating-house
party.
And as the door slammed on the
tramp's back he stood and looked wist
fully at the steam gathered on the inside
of the plate glass, and he muttered :
" I wish I had asked that man if I
could a sniffed of them winders."
Chicago Evening Journal.
Gems from Schiller.
Eternity gives nothing back.
The May of life only blooms onco.
Opposition inflames the enthusiast,
never converts him.
It is not flesh and blood, it is the heart
that makes us fathers and sons.
Be noble-minded 1 Our own heart, and
not other men's opinions of us, forms
our true honor.
Happy child 1 The cradle is still to
thee a vast space ; become a man aud the
boundless world will be too small to
thee.
FAKM, HARDEN AM) HOUSEHOLD.
Henna and their Culture.
Tho present high prices of beans are
probably turning tho attention of many
others besides your correspondent N. H.,
to their culture. Medium beans, w hich
a little more than a year ago sold at
G270o. per bushel, are now worth four
times that price, 0 greater advance than
has been made iu any other crop. High
prices of potatoes always direct attention
to beans as a partial substitute, and tlio
threatened war iu Europe has had some
thing more to do in establishing the ad
vance. Still, at '& per bushed, beans
nre ti paying crop, and tho price is mil
likely soon to go below that. Medium
bean's are the kind most largely grown
here. Ihey sell somewhat lower Hum
marrows, but are a surer crop, and have
the advantage of ripening all it I the
same time if planted on uniformly rich
and dry soil, 'lliis last is very im
portant, as where some portions of tlio
Held are richer or n.oistor than others
they will bo more or less uneven in
ripening, largely increasing tho cost of
gathering. Foorly ripened beans will
stain and become worthless. This in
volves tho extra labor of picking out tho
poor beans, which must bo done by hand,
and is a slow and tedious process. It is
mostly douej where many beans are
grown, by children, though sometimes
women are hired for this work.
In western New York beans are grown
in large fields, planted by machines
which drop and cover in hills ten or
twelve inches apart, and rows two feet to
thirty inches wide. Unless tho land is
very weedy, most of tho work is done
by the cultivator, a narrow implement
just fitted for this purpose. Beans
Bhould not be cultivated when their
leaves or the ground is wet, as such cul
tivation does more harm than good. It
is also better not to throw tho earth
nrouud the hills with the cultivator.
The bean leaf is broad and the stalk
tender, so that dragging the field when
just coming up,' as is done with corn, is
not admissible. A clover sod, two years
old, where a rank growth of clover has
grown the previous year, is best for
beans, as such soil will generally be free
from weeds. Nothing is gained by
planting early. A week or ten days
Inter than corn planting is better than
earlier. Hereabouts beans are mostly
planted from the first to the twentieth
of June. Your Indiana correspondent
should select the time for planting, so
that the crop would naturally ripen dur
ing the dry weather. If delayed too
late it is bod harvesting here, and would
be almost impossible'on the deep loam of
the prairies aftc heavy rains begin. As
a rule, mucky soil is not suited to this
crop, but I know uo reason why beans
would not do well on any dry loam or
sand. A general idea is that rich soil is
nnsmted to beans, but this is-a mistake,
Dry and rich soil is the best, producing
larger crops, ana maturing lliem early
and uniformly.
Where bean planters cannot be had,
the crop is often put in with a drill.
closing enough tubes to allow room for
cultivating between. As beau roots do
not spread widely, the closer they are
planted with the .above limitation, the
better the crop. When well grown
beans should cover the ground. A crop
of this kind should reach thirty, forty,
or more bushels ; fifteen to twenty-
five is considered a good average. Tho
stalks are excellent for sheep, fed with
other forage, and will bo eaten by horses
and cattle alter a little practice. It n
coarse but nutritious food, but better for
sheep than for anything else.
iioans have proved an exhausting crop.
contrary to the general expectation of
those who began growing. This is ono
reason why they are not now cultivated
as largely as they wero a lew years ago.
They do not return much to the soil, and
the beans sold carry off as many ele
ments of fertility as an average crop of
wheat. They are also a poor crop to
precede wheat, partly because they leave
the soil too light and loose to hold wheat
roots during the winter. A common
practice in this county is to follow beans
with barley or oats, and seed with wheat
the year after. This rotation insures
three good grain crops, and a good catch
ot clover following.
The White Wax bean inquired about
by your coriespondent is chiefly used for
garden culture to supply string beans.
If he can get a contract for it from some
seedsman, lie can make it proti table
otherwise not. It will not yield "forty
bushels per acre witli any ordinary cul
ture. Both White and Bluck Wax beans
are very difficult to get from the pod,
which increases the cost 01 growing
tnem. ir. J. J:, in Country Uentla
man.
Recipes.
Stewed Calf's Liver. Choose 1
light colored liver, and cut incisions into
it, in which put strips of very sweet
bacon ; put in a stew pan a quarter of a
pound of butter ; when melted and boil
ing hot add a teaspoonful of flour, and
stir until a light brown color, when
place iu it the liver, turning it over and
around until it is cooked a little on all
sides ; then add a pint of water, a squeezo
01 lemon mice, a sprig of parsley, some
summer savory, a bay leaf and about a doz
en very small young onions, salt and pep
per ; simmer very slowly one hour : dish
with the gravy strained and poured over
it : you can mince the liver adding
small piece of isinglass, dissolved, or a
spoonful of gelatine and add it to the
gravy ; pour over the minced liver, stir-
Vl'ncr nil tnrriiav miffiiiiy inf a rvirJil
leaving until cold, when turn out for
lunch or supper.
Cream Cake. Four cupfuls flour.
three cupfuls sugar, one of cream, five
eggs, one teaspoon! ul sftda.
Sweet Rusks. Oue quart new milk.
three tablespoonfuls yeast, flour to make
a thick batter j mix at night, aud in the
morning add one cupful fresh lard and
one cupful sugar rubbed together, three
eggs well beaten, preserving the white
of one ; boat this to a stiff froth ; add a
little sugar, and spread over the top,
They are excellent.
Jumbles. One cupful butter, two
cupfuls sugar, one cupful sour milk, one
egg, soda, nutmeg, Hour enough to mold,
Green Corn Fritters. Grate a suf
ficieut number of ears of ripe corn to
make a nuart : rub together quarter of
a pound of butter, quarter of a pound of
sugar, and three tablespoonfuls flour, a
pmch 01 salt ; but inw wis one quart; 01
rich milk, eight eggs, well beaten, nnd
lastly the grated corn j if not thick
enouirh a little more 11011 r may lie auitoii
fry in hot butter, or bake in a pudding i
.linn. xim limy jiiiiuu jmul min iiiiiiiiuii,, .
VKAti Cim,HTH. Havo the cutlets cut
from the fillet about throe-fourths of un
inch thick and about as largo as tho palm
f you hand : grate some stale bread and
rub through a eollander, adding to it
salt, pepper, sweet marjoram, grated
yellow rind of a lemon, a little powdered
iiince, and grilled nutmeg ; spread tins
m 11 largo ibtt dish, bent up some eggs,
dipping each cutlet into the egg, then
into the prepared lireiid, seeinrr Hint n
Millii'ient quant ity udhiTes to ouch side
f tlio incut: have boiling some sweet
bird and it Hinnll quantity of butter added,
in which fry your outlets, turning them
llii'i'o limes, hut be careful they do not
iiini. I'liice 111 a hot and covered dish ;
make a gravy by Hifting (lour into the
fat iu the pun, siirring until it is a rich
brown, when add boiling witter to form
the right consistency ; add, lastly, a little
chopped parsley and vinegar, and pour,
boiling, over the cutlets. Servo at once.
CitAzy HiHCtiiT. Three pints of milk,
five teaspoonfuls of yeast, one teaspoon
ful of salt ; boil the milk, and theu cool,
stir in flour, making it a little thicker
than pancake batter ; add the salt, and
when lukewarm put in the yeast, in
tho morning add one egg, half a cupful
of sugar, ono teaspoonful of saleratus,
mix. and let staud to rise ; when light.
make into biscuits ; let rise again, and
bake in a medium oven.
lict Kid of Weeds.
For ridding lawns of unsightly weeds
such as plantain and dandelions, the fol
lowing plan is recommended by an expe
rienced gardener: To the end 01 a light
wooden rod attach a small sponge, or,
better, wind a few thicknesses of cloth
around it, clip the sponge in the oil ol
vitriol, and with it touch the heart of
the weed. Tho oil of vitriol may be
carried in a wide-mouthed bottle, on the
end of another rod.
The Last Jinn.
What will become of the last man ?
Various theories that have been serious
ly maintained by scientific men are de
scribed in the iSc.icntijio American, and
the New York Sun summarizes them :
The surface of the earth is steadily
diminishing, elevated regions are being
lowered, and the seas are filling up.
The land will at last be all submerged.
and the last man will be starved or
drowned. 2. The ice is gradually accu
mulating nt the North pole and melting
away at tho South pole, the consequence
of which will be nn awful catastrophe
when tho enrth's center of gravity sud
denly changes. The last man will then
be drowned by the rush of waters. 3.
The earth cannot always escopo a col
lision with a comet, and when the disas
ter comes there will be a mingling oi air
nnd cometary gus, causing an explosion.
If tho last man is not suffocated he will
be blown up. 4. There is a retarding
medium in space, causing a gradual loss
of velocity in the planets, and the earth,
obeying the law of gravitation, will get
closer and closer to the sun. Tho last
mau will bo sunstruck. 5. The amount
of water 011 the eitrth is slowly diminish
ing, and simultaneously the air is losing
in quantity aud quality. Finally the
earth will be an arid waste, like the
moon. The last man will be suffocated.
0. Other suns have disappeared, and
ours must, sooner or later, blaze up and
then disappear. The intense heat of the
conflagration will kill every living
tiling on earth. The last man will be
burned up. 7. The sun's fire will gradu
ally burn out, and the temperature will
cool. The earth's glacial zones will en
large, driving our race toward tho equa
tor, until the habitable space will lessen
to nothing. The last man will be frozen
to death. 8. A gradual cooling of tho
earth will produce enormous fissures,
like those seen in the moou. The sur
face will become extremely unstable.
until the remnant of humanity will take
refuge in caves. The last man will be
crashed in his subterranean retreat. 9.
The earth will at last separate into small
fiagments, leaving the people without
any foothold. The last man will have a
dreadful fall through space. 10. The
tenth theory, proving that there will be
no last man at all, is thus expressed
" Evolution does not necessarily imply
progress, and possibly the race may have
retrograded until the human being pos
sesses the nature of tho plant louse;
such being the case, this single inhabi
tant will spontaneously produce pos
terity of both sexes."
How the Chinamen Fly Kites.
The Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise says
" Yesterday noon the residents of the
eastern portion of the city were sur
prised by the appearance in the heavens
of a fiery, flying serpent of immense di
mensions. Its head appeared a lurid
flame, while its eyes rolled as if in search
of victims. Its motions throiiKh the air.
as it billowed here and there, were like
the contortions of a huge snake. This
monster was a Chinese kite. Its head
was red paper, with eyes half red ond
half white, which rolled as the wind
found its way through the apertures
representing tne Bockets. This head-kite
was followed by eighteen others, about
eighteen inches apart, made of tinted
paper, oblong in shape, through the
center 01 which passed slender rattans.
the tips extending some distance on each
side, ana trimmea witn tire-red paper
lasseis. oimiiar lasseis along the tail
and pendant from the head gave the
whole an appearance truly startling."
"Our Folks."
A little girl who sat on the front steps
ot a nouse in uetroit was asked by
strange girl why she didn't have on a
better dress.
" I can wear silk if I want to," quietly
replied tne ntuo one.
" Your folks ain't as rich as them folks
ov?r there," sneered the big one.
" Yes, wo are, and a good deal richer,
They was beating their carpets,
yesterduy, and we was beating ours, and
we Had twice as much dust aa
they did !"
Tha' settled the big one and she moved
on.
"You seem to walk more eroct than usual,
my friend." "Yes, I have been straightened
by ciroumst&ncei."
Thoughts for Saturdny Night.
It would be well if we hod less medi
cine and more cures ; less cant and more
piety ; less law aud more justice.
We touch not a wire but it vibrates in
eternity, and there is not a voice that
reports not at the throne of heaven.
Tlio tall mountains are the sublime
apostles of nature, whose surplices ore
snows, and sermons are avalanches.
Cominuno often with yourself. No
doubt you might commune with much
wiser persons, but with none more profit
ably. Give n little to those who ask, even
thoui'h vou suspect them to be impos
tors. It may not do good to them, but
it will to you.
Majestically mournful are the words
no more."' Thev sound like the roar
of the wind through a forest of pines.
Beauties often die old maids. They
sot such a vuluo on themselves, that
they don't find a purchaser until the
market is closed.
The mind is weak when it has once
given way ; it is long ueiore a principle
restored can become as firm as one that
has never been moved.
The man who walks " a thousand
miles in a thousand hours " is more gen
erally admired than he who walks up
rightly through tnree score years anu
ten.
The expectation of future happiness is
the best relief of anxious thoughts, tho
most perfect cure of melancholy, the
guide of life, aud the comfort of death.
Morality without religion is only a
kind of dead reckoning an endeavor to
find our place on a cloudy sea by meas
uriiig the distance we have run, and
without any observation of the heavenly
bodies.
Of little human flowers, death gathers
many, lie places tnem upon ins Dosom,
and lie is transformed into something
less tcrriho than before. v e learn to
gaze and shudder not, for he carries in
his arms the sweet blossom of our earthly
hopes.
Men glory in raising great and mag
nificent structures, and find a secret
pleasure to see " sets " of their own
planting to grow up and flourish ; but
Burely it is a greater and more glorious
work to build up a man to see a youth
of our own planting, trom the small be
ginnings aud advantages we have given
him, to grow up into a considerable for
tune, and to take root in the world, and
to shoot up into such a height ami
spread his branches so wide, that we,
who first planted him, may ourselves find
comtort and shelter under his shadow.
The Black Sen.
Tho Black sen, which is becoming tlio
seeno of stirring events iu the Husso
Turkish war, is a remarkable body of
water. It is about seven hundred miles
long in its longest direction, and has an
extreme width of about three hundred
aud eighty miles, being three-fourths
longer than Lake Superior and moro
than twice as wide. Its depth is from
fonr to forty-eight fathoms near shore,
but in the middle no soundings have
been found at ono hundred and sixty
fathoms. The greatest depth of Lake
superior is two huudred fathoms. Tho
Blackjsea is not, like our hikes, a fresh
water sea, but on the otlier hand it con
tains one-seventh less salt than ocean
water, aud is held to receive one-third
the ruuuing water of Europe. Tlio
puzzle is, what becomes of all this fresh
water, and how the Black sea retains its
saltness. The sea is tideless. There is
no perceptible current toward tho Medi
terranean. It has the same level as the
sea of Marmora. The outlet by the
BoFphorus, even were there a strong
current, would be iiisufh3ient to- dis
charge the immense volumes of water
constantly pouring into the inland sea.
and it scarcely seems credible that the
evaporation is sufficient to carry off the
surplus water. Like our own lakes, it is
subject to frequent storms, but naviga-
tion is not perilous, and extensive
steam navigation is carried on. There
are several islands near the mouth of
the Danube, but the sea is singularly
free from rocks and shoals. The sea of
Azov, which is connected with the Black
sea by the narrow strait of Yenikalo, is
much smaller, being only about one hun
dred aud sixty-eight miles long and
eighty broad. Its waters are fresh aud
abound with fish, but are very shallow.
and fall off toward the west into huge
marshes, which have been aptly named
the Putrid sea. It is of comparatively
iiuie importance lor purposes 01 naviga-
tion, though it has several ports and
roadsteads.'
Curious Chinese Feasts.
The first day of the New Year's feasts
is called by the Chinese Birds' Day
(Kay-Yat), and is intended to bring to
mind the utility of the feathered tribes
as food. On this day the Chinese are
expected to abstain from eating flesh,
and it is frequently observed as a day of
fasting. The second day is Dog's Day
(Ku-Yat). According to a Bussiun
writer, the Chinese honor the dog so
much that they have workmen whose
especial business it is to make coffins for
dead dogs. They believe that the life of
one of their sages was saved by a dog
killing and eating the man who attempt
ed to murder him, and yet the Chinese
eat the flesh of the dog, which they
consider a great delicacy.
The third day. Hog's Day (Chen-Yat),
is celebrated in houor of a hog that drew
a valuable manuscript out of a fire. The
Chinese honor this animal by making its
flesh their principal dish on this festive
occasion. The fourth day, Sheep's Day
(Yaong-Yat), is specially honored in
memory of Pun-Koon-Venga, a shep
herd who clothed himself with the bark
of trees, and refused to make use of any
part of the sheep either for food or
clothing. The fifth day is Cow's Day
(New Yat). This day is consecrated to
the cow that suckled an orphan, who after
yard became Mandarin, and built a tem
ple in honor of tho cow. Ma-Yat, or
Horse Day, tho sixth day, is sot apart to
call to mind the usefulness of this
animal. Dumb Animals. ,
" I don't know what you mean by not being
an Irishman," said a gentleman who was about
hiring a boy, "but you were born in Ireland."
"Och, your honor, if that's all," Bnid the t oy,
" small blame to that. Suppose your oat was
to have kittens in the oveu, would they be
loavei of bread?'
Items of Interest.
An Irish lover remarks ! " It's ft very great
. 111m -lian vol
pleasure to no nionn, espcciimj nuo-
sweetneart is wna ye i
In October, electors of Colorado will vote
npon the question of conferring the right of
sufferage upon women.
If the ends of Russian nameB were 10 db
chopped "off," the lastsvllable, in many caBes,
would bo knocKca " sui uign.
A bridegroom over seven feet high is an
nounced, and a contemnornrv thinks Blie only
married him to go chestnutting with.
An old Rcotch woman recommended a preach
er who arrived at the kirk wet through to get
at onco into the pull it. " Ye ll be dry cnougn
there."
The married ladies of a Western city have
formed a " Cnmo-home-husbaud club. It is
about four feet long, and has a brush on the
end of it.
Mrs. Anthonv Dean, of St. Louis, had four
babies at a birth three boys and a girl. They
averaged five pounds apiece, and three of them
are alive and well.
Horrible as it mav sound, we are clad that a
war is about to occur in Europe. The Russian
and Turkish names w ill kill off the individuals
who read aloud in the grocery stores.
Baid a faded belle to a fresh young rival :
" You arehavimr a creat trial to-mcht. I won
der what vonr enemios will say now ? " " I was
Just going to ask you," was the keen retort.
These big standing shirt collars are all right
now, but how will" it be along in dog days?
When one of them begins to melt and subside,
the owner will think he is being embraced by
a weeping clam.
"Ah," he said, " another circus in town ; I
see the white tent in the distance." He was
short sighted, however, and it proved to be
nothing but a fashionable young man wearing
one of the present style of collars.
A youth refused to take a pill. His crafty
Ho replied : "Yes, mother ; all but the seed."
A wife was enjoined by the doctor to give her
husband all the delicacies she could procure,
as there was no prospect of his recovery.
Then, what's tho use of wasting dainty bits
upon him if they won't cure him ?" said tho
practical one.
In consenuonco of the largo number of hotel
clerks aud barbers out of employment this year,
it is expected that the rush of Italian counts,
lingliBh lords anil foreign noblemen generally,
at the watering places this summer, will be
larger than ever before known.
Nothing undermines one's faith in a man's
liberality to the church so much as to see him
stick his hands down deep into his pockets as
the contribution box is traveling his way, look
astonished, aud then remark to bis next neigh
bor :"I've got 011 my other pants."
' I never saw such a restless child !" ex
claimed tho mother as she tried to fit the boy
with a new jacket. The littlo fellow grew
quiet and thoughtful for a moment, and then
suddenly exclaimed : " I know why I'm so,
mn the day God mado mo I guess the dust
was flyiug awful."
Fighting Rattlesnakes.
Arthur and WTilliam McCarty, of tho
Shoholn Falls Hotel, eight miles south
west of Lackawaxen station, Ta., went
trouting in the Taylortown creek, which
empties into the Delaware at Carr'H
Rock. The settlement of Taylortown is
in a donso forest at the foot of high
mountains. A short distance below that
point they were stopped by the shrill
signal of a rattlesnake. Seizing clubs,
they started in the direction of the
sound, and, walking a few rods, mounted
a small ledge of rocks. The noise of
rattlesnakes was heard in the brush be
neath them. Arthur McCarty leaned
over the ledge and saw two monster
snakes coiled upon stones, and their
tails wriggling fiercely. Taking a
roundabout way, tlio men approached
them. As they neared them a fierce
buzzing broke upon them, and peering
through the thicket upon a stony mound,
their eyes beheld a terrible picture. The
spot was like a black moving mass, so
thick were the snakes. Though at first
startled, the courage of the fishermen
did not fail them. Walking cautiously
toward the den, the battle began. The
encounter lasted several minutes, and
seventy-two of the re2tiles were killed.
The remainder, estimated at two hun
dred, escaped. Those killed measured
from three and a half to four and a half
feet in length, aud several had twenty
three rattles. The fishermen wore high
leather fishing boots, and were several
times struck by the reptiles.
This deu is about two miles from the
celebrated Bald Hill den, at which two
New York gentlemen, who were passing
through the woods a few years ago, had
a desperate encounter and killed nearly
three hundred snakes. Although the
surrounding country is thickly popu
lated, no one was ever known to have
been bitten. The Bald Hill den was
discovered about fifty years ago, by a
hunter named Samuel Helms, who, every
spring, would capture a number of the
largest snakes, and exhibit them
throughout the country. Some of the
most noted trout streams of northern
Pennsylvania run through this snaky
country, and are seldom fished, on ac
count of the great number of snakes
usually found along the banks of tho
streams.
Fashion Notes,
Steel-finished jet is a high novelty.
The latest thing in nets is made of
jute.
Slippers are fashionable for carriage
wear.
Undressed kid gloves are the choice
for morning wear.
Dresses buttoned iu the back suit six
teen better than forty.
Black satin slippers trimmed with
Torchon lace are en regie.
A block velvet boot makes the foot look
smaller than any other.
Some of the new shades of gray silk
might be called light blaok.
French lace is used on some of the
most elegant imported garments.
Carved Neapolitan shell jewelry is pre
ferred to coral for evening wear.
One hundred and forty-four garments
is the regulation number for a fashiona
ble trousseau.
Black silk stockings with red rose- '
buds embroidered upon the hem in floss
silk are the most recherche things out.
Consolation. The Ohio State Jour
nal tells of a village clergymau who,
visiting a parishoner suffering from a
lingering disease, expressed to his wife
a hope that the sometimes spoke to him
of the future. I do, indeed, sir," was
the reply. Often and often I wakes
him in the night and says : " John
John, you little think of the torture as
is prepared for you,"