L7 - HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. VII. MDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUESDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1877. NO. 40. if n The Man. Is a man a whit tho better For his riches and his gains? For his acres and his palace If his inmost heart is callous In a man a whit the better ? And if a man's no whit the better For his coffers and bis mines, For bis purple and fine linen, For his vineyards and hiB wines, Why do thousands bend the knee, And cringe in mean servility, If a man's no whit the bettor ? Is a man a whit the worse For a lowly dress of rags 1 Though he owns no lordly rental, If his heart is kind and gentle, Is a man a wliit the worse ? And if a man's no whit the worse ? For a poor and lowly stand, For an empty, even pocket, And a brawny, working hand, Why do thousands pass him by, With a prond and scornful eye, If a man's no whit the worse? A WHISTLING GIRL. "'A whistling woman and a crowing hen never come to any good end,' " said Ben, prophetically. " That's the fourth tnne you've whistled in the last half hour, Lute." Lute first finished the concluding bars of "Kathleen Mavourneen," and then retorted, calmly : Thanks, for keeping count. I will begin the fifth ob soon as I've regained my breath." i " You can whistle better tnau any boy ! f ' in this town," pursued Ben, in a grudg- w ing way. "I'd be ashamed to whistle if ' better'n a boy, if I was you." t" I'm not as easily shamed as you, Mr. Benjamin. Whatever I do, I like to do it-"' " well. If I played marbles, I'd try and t .i i n . v,,i i " liu i u uclici lunu mij uuuj cine. " Well," remarked Ben, with the beautiful candor of boyhood, "all I can say is, I hope you won't come to a bad end. Grandpa, don't you think it's awful for girls to whistle ?" " That depends on the way they whistle," said grandpa, smiling, iu h s Blow, gentle way. " If they whistle us well as Lutie, why, let them whistle. I'd as soon hear her as a flute." "Lute rhymes to flute, you know," observed Ben, as though that accounted for the fact. " I'll tell you how I learned t whibtle," said Lute, softened by thfso compliments. " You know when I bad that dreadful cold, winter before last?" " Tou ought to be more careful, child," said grandpa, looking at her anxiously. " You've got a bad cold now enough to put any body else to bed. And sitting on the steps bare-headed this late in the evening I Come in, child, come in." " Oh, there ain't much the matter with me now," said Lute, carelessly, coming up on the porch and seating her Belf by grandpa. "I only feel a little hoarse morning and evenings. I forgot what I was talking about. Oh, I rt member about my dreadful cold. Well, I could hardly speak above a whisper for a month, and singing was out of the question. You know how I love to sing, prandpa. It seemed to me I never thought of as many beautiful strains of music before iu my life as I did then. They need to buzz in my head till I thought I should go crazy. I believe they would have tormented me to death if I hadn't learned to whistle. I used" to go into the attio every day and prac tice till I had mastered the art. You don't know what a relief it was to me, and is to ma yet. I feel quite independ ent of colds;" and Miss Lute stretched out her feet, and leaning her head against the wall, pursed her red lips in a preparatory way. " If you knew what somebody thinks your about whistling, you wouitin t be so stuck up about it," observed Ben, with a turned-up nose expression. It galled the spirit of Master Ben jnuin mightily to have a mere woman excel him in that manly art. "I bet you'd stop it in a jiffy' " Who is that dreadful somebody ?" "Guess." - " I won't guess. I don't care to know. "You do care. It's Cousin Reuben " triumphantly. " What did he Bay ?" demanded Lute, quickly. " Oh, I heard him and Dick Spurr talking iu his room about you. Dick said he didn't care how much you whistled ; whatever you did seemed pretty to him. I'd be ashamed to have any fellow as spooney about me as Dick Snurr is about you. Lute." " I don't care if you would. What did Cousin Reuben say ?" " Ob, he said he thought it was un ladylike, ill-bred, and all that sort of thing. He said lots about it I'll be bound you never whistle before him again, Miss Lute" "I'll be bound I do," cried Lute. flushing hotly. " I don't care two figs what he thinks. I'll begin whistling the minute I see him, and never stop till he goes away. There 1 " Will you whistle at meals too ?" in quired Ben, charmed at having put his sister in a rage. " How will you man age about eating?" " I wish to goodness, grandpa," she continued, not noticing Ben's remark, " you'd never taken him to board with ns." " Whv. child, he had to board some where ; a young man like him couldn't keep' house. Of course I couldn't let my nephew's son board anywhere else. I did want him to live here without pay ing any board," pursued grandpa, in his - slow, reflective way, " but he wouldn't hear to it." " I'd rather have a Hottentot in the house than a doctor. Somebody's always knocking him up in the middle of the night and waking the whole house." " Lute Farra, you know that's a fib," said Ben, impressively. " Cousin Reu ben hasn't been cal'ed but twice in the ' night since he's been here. What if you do get waked up ? Can't you go to sleep again r "I never could bear doctors, said Lute, snappishly. " It's the finest profession on earth." retorted -Ben. "You don't know what you do like. " I like merchant. " " Heaven deliver me from a counter hopper 1" said Ben, piously. "Before I'd make my living by skipping round a store with a yard-stick in my hand, I'd I'd dance the tight rope." Ben seem ed to think he was uttering a heroio sentiment, and put on his most virtuous look. " But I bet I know what you like merchants for." Lute's only response was to purse up her lips and elevate her chin. " It's because Dick Spurr's in a store. What you can see to like in that little whipper-snapper is a mystery to me. His beard ain't one-tenth as long as Cousin Reuben's." Ben valued men according to the abundance of their beards. "Yonder comes Beuben now," said grandpa, looking up from his paper. "Ana your everlasting uick. opurr with him. If I was that fellow, I d take up my board here at ouce. It would be more decent than spending ball his time here free gratis for nothing." The two gentlemen came up to the steps as the candid Benjamin finished his remark. Cousin Reuben was tall and reserved-looking. Mr. Spurr was small and talkative. Both were mod erately good-looking. " Good-evening, Miss Lutie ; good evening, Mr. Farra," cried Mr. Spurr, in his sprightliest manner. " How are you, Ben ? How is your cold Miss Lutie?" " Oh, my cold don't amount to any thing," said Miss Lutie, smiling in his face, and making room for him on the seat beside her. "You all make a mountain out of a mole-hill. You are determined to have mc an invalid. " " It's because we love you so much," said Mr. Spurr, in a tender nnder-tone, and pulling his mustache with a senti mental air. Mr. Spurr was much given to tugging at his mustache, which was weak and whitish-looking. Ben said he pulled it to make it grow fast ; but so far his efforts had not been crowned with success. Lute's only reply was another dauger- ous smile. Cousin Reuben, who had seated him self off at some distance, now looked up and said gravley : "You have a very bad cold, ion are quite hoarse this evening. lou must let me mix you some medicine before you go to bed. " Thanks, no," returned Lute, coolly. " I prefer a bad cold to something worse." " You needn't fear my giving you dis agreeable medicine, lie said, smiling. 1 wasn t alluding to any bad taste in your medicine; I was thinking of the effects of it; it might make me worse off than I am now, sue said, looking stu diously away from him, and whistling a little under her breath. He looked at her in surprise us he caught the sting of her remark, and his dark face reddened, but he answered, quietly, "Ion will do as yon please; I press my services on no one." . Grandpa had fallen into one of his reveries, and had heard nothing that passed. Mr. bpurr was too well bred to show any surprise at this little passage of arms; but Ben wasn't. He stared lit his sister for a while in a markedly a tonished and indignant manner, and then said, in good strong English, J.iute, you re a brute, and deserve a good whipping." With that, young Master arra went his way in disgust. "Auein i it s a very delightful eve ning, observed Mr. Spurr, anxious to chauge the subject, and saving the first thing that popped into his head. " Do you like the spring, Miss Lutie ?" " I do," responded Miss Lutie, taking uer eyes irom the tree at which she had been looking and dropping them on him. "Likewise summer, autumn and winter 1 like em all. " Most ladies like spring," said Mr. Spurr, gallantly. "'Tis tho season of flowers, and budding leaves and' and" " Fresh onions and green peas," said Lute, laughing. " It's a good time for fishing, too. Do you ever go fishing, Mr. spurr i I'm devoted to it." "A no; Im not especially attached to it. I believe Reuben there is. Aren't you, doctor ? " Yes, I like to fish when I have the fame for it, which I never do," replied tne doctor, coming out of a brown-study, "isoi inai nave such an immense practice," he continued, hastily, seeing a slight curl on Lute's lips; " but what leisure I have, I think I ought to devote to study. "I wonder yon are not studying now," said Mr. Spurr. " I never saw sueh an old book-worm as he is, Miss Lutie. Ho looks as if he grudges stopping study to talk to me when I drop : 1.: nii, .i . , .F if uiiui a iic uuuur urew ills long beard up over his lips to hide the smile on them. " I'll be bound, now, he doesn't waste much of his precious conversation on you all here." "We rarely see him except at meals," replied Lute, indifferently. "I feel like taking a walk. Would you like to go, Mr. Bpurr r "I should be delighted," responded that gentleman, gallantly, twirling his mustache. " You had better put some thing arouna you, Miss Amtie." " Bring me my shawl out of the hall. then," said Miss Lutie, rising and shak ing out her draperies. " Grandpa, you had better go in now; it is getting cool out here." " Child, you oughtn't to go out this late in the evening," said grandpa. anxiously. " Reuben, it is too cool for her to go out. is it not ?" "Cousin Lute thinks she knows what is best for her," said the doctor, dis A ll . ' tunny. " I'm going to wrap np well, grand pa, ' Baid Lute, taking the shawl a fleecy white thing from Mr. Spurr's hand, and arranging it around her be comingly. "Please let me go;", and she kissed and hung around him in a way that came near making Richard Spurr crazy. " Well, go along, then," said grandpa, looking at her fondly. "I don't see why she lets that young Spurr go with her so much," he continued, as they walked off arm in arm. I hope she won't fall in love with him." " I dou't see how she could," respond ed Renbeu, watching them rather grim ly. " She has too much sense to fall in love with such a rattlebrain as he." " My dear boy," said grandpa, slowly, did you ever hear of a woman using her sense when Bhe was in love ? The smarter they are, the greater fools it makes them. The loveliest woman I ever knew made herself an idiot over an ugly little high-tempered wretch and married him, too. Never be surprised at anything a woman may do when she is in love. ' . The doctor lighted a cigar and puffed away in thoughtful silence. He finished the cigar, and grandpa went in to bed, und to sleep, and to snore ; bnt the promenaders did not return. He tossed the blazing stump away, with a mutter ed something that was not exactly a benediction, and marched off to bed with a very resolved ur and a much roughened forhead. The next afternoon was so tempting that Lute found it impossible to sit in the house and work. It seemed a sin to stay in-doors while there was such sun shine and such fresh green outside, no she put on her sun-bonnet, and with " Endymion " in one hand and her fish ing tackle in the other, set out for the pond to spend the afternoon in a way after her own heart. " Farra's l'ond, as it was called, was the admira tion and envy of the whole county. It was in a deep hollow, shaded by beauti ful trees, and was so large that strangers often mistook it for a lake, much to old Mr. Farra s delight. It had been dug by the present owner's father when the adjoining city was but a humble village. It was a favorite resort of Lute's, partly on account of the fine fish in which it abounded, and partly because of its own lovely quietness. She went to the skiff, put her bait in, and then got in herself, unloosed it, and paddled out beyond the shadows of the trees into the warm sunshine. She took in her paddle and laid it across her lap, baited her hook, and dropped it gently in the water, elevated her feet on the seat in front of h8r, aud began to enjoy herself greatly. Alter a while she began to read, at first with her attention divided between her bobbing cork and her book, but the book soon got the best of it. The ven turesome fish nibbled away at her bait without her noticing it; but finally a big fellow got the hook in his unfortunate mouth, and gave the line snch a lerk as to bring her bock from the classic shades of Mount Latmos. It did not bring her back without a stort, though, and that start sent the paddle in her lap spinning in the water, and came very near Bend ing her book after it, but it fortunately fell in the bottom of the boat instead. Lute was too keen afisherwoman to waste a thought on such trifling things as paddles and books at such a moment as this. Her whole heart was on the end of her line. After a dozen abortive ef forts, iu which she came near capsizing her little skiff, she brought the fish out or the water, panting and wriggling, and regarded him in triumph. " What a beauty 1" she said, disen gaging her hook from his mouth. " He's the biggest one I ever caught here. He must weigh at least five pounds." Lute's ideas of weight were defective. " Won't Ben be jealous ? There, old fellow, lie there. Now I must got that plagued paddle. But that plagued paddle was far he- yond her reach now, and was floating tranquilly off to shore. "It's a good tiling there's auother in the bottom of the boat, of I should be in a bad fix," soliloquized Lute, ns she threw out her Hue again. " I'm glad mv book didn't fall in the water. I don't think I'll read any more now; I feel in a fishing bu nior;" and the lately caressed book was allowed to lie neglected in the bottom of the boat a touching example of the fickleness of human favor. one nsnea on tin nearly danc ; even then the fish were biting so well that she could hardly prevail on herself to stop. But the air was growing chilly. and Bhe knew she ought to be in the house. She resolutely drew in her line and wrapped it nrouud the pole, lowered her feet, reached down in the boat lor the remaining paddle The paddle wasn't there ! She felt nervously in every impossible place for the missing paddle, but it was nowhere to be found. Well, she was in a fix ! Out in the middle of the pond. with no possible means of getting to and she was already shivering with cold, Nobody at the house knew where she was ; they would think she was in town visiting some one. But the house wasn't very far off maybe they could hear her if she called out very loud, bhe rose to her feet.und opened her mouth to give a prodigious yell ; but she couldn t speak above whisper. The chill night air had brought her cold to this climax. Lute sat down, overwhelmed. There was nothing she could do absolutely nothing. She would have to stay out there all night, and she Knew there was no use mincing matters it would be the death of her. She looked tragically into the growing darkness, and thought, even if they came there to look for her, they couldn't see her from the shore, and she wouldn't be able to utter a sound to let them know she was there. She forgot there was such a thing as a moon at night. But stop I she could utter a sound thank Heaven, she could whistle. Her face brightened as she thought of this despised accomplishment of hers. With rising spirits, Bhe drew her overskirt over shoulders to keep herself warmer, and began to whistle Schubert's " Sera nade" in her finest style. The birds started in their nests as the strange sweet notes floated toward them, then dropped their drowsy little heads end slept more soundly than ever. Music is a good thing, but sleep is a better-rat night. Whistling is proverbially good for keeping up one's courage. Lute found her courage mightily refreshed by it. She sat there for nearly an hour, whist ling every thing she knew ; she even began to enjoy herself, after a fashion, The moon soon rose, and tilled every place with subdued shadow or soft light. There was a sweet stillness on every thing. She stopped whistling moment to enjoy it more fully. Every now and then the lazy breeze brought her a faint mingled odor-oi apple and lilao blossoms. How lovely, lovely it was ! She felt as if she was enchanted sitting there alone at night in her little boat. "I'm the lady in the Dismal Swamp," she thought, smiling, " only this place is far from dismal or swampy either. Just then she thought she heard dis tant footsteps coming toward the pond. She hastily resumed her whistling to di rect them to her : she had no wish to stay out-of-doors all night, no matter how beautiful it was. The footsteps drew nearer ; they came hurrying down the slope, and in a few moments Cousin Reuben stood in a narrow Btrip of moon light on the edge of the pond. " Good heavens I Lute," he cried, in an agitated voice, " what are you stay ing out on the water this late at night for? Don't you feel how cold it is? It is enough to kill yon." Lute had stopped whistling abrnutlv. and now motioned to the paddle, which was lying near his feet. He did not un derstand, and cried, impatiently ; "Why don't you come to shore ? Oh, you rash girl, to be sitting there, with your bac" cold! Make haste, and paddle back," Lute kept motioning so persistently at his feet that he looked down and saw the paddle. He picked it up, and asked, quickly : " Did you drop this out of the boat? Havent you the other one in there?" Lute nodded to the first question and shook her head at the last. " Why don't you speak ? Have you lost your voiee ? Bhe nodded vehemently, and touched her throat and chest. " Good heavens I" he repeated.tearing off his coat and overcoat, " she is so hoarse she can't speak. Oh, child, you'll kill yourself 1 He jerked up the paddle, and was in the water, swimming toward her, before she knew what he was doing. When he came to the boat he lifted himself in lightly, and sat with his back to her, so his wet knees and feet would not touch her. Lute watched him with a peculiar look during the few minutes he was pad ling back to shore. He did not speak till he had fastened the boat and helped her out. Then he took np his overcoat and said : " You are shivering ; let me put this around you." " Oh, no ; yon are wet," she whisper ed. " Yon must put it on." " A little wettiug won't hurt me," he said; "I'm as tough as a pine. You must let me put it around you. Will yon put your arms through the sleeves ? Well there ! Don't touch me, or I'll get yen wet." X will touch you ; 1 don t care u luo get wet," she said, in a sobbing whisper, laying her hand on his dripping sleeve, was so rude to you yesterday, you ought to have let me staid out there all night in the cold. "Oh no," he said, smiling, and wrap ping the overcoat more tightly around her. "And it was all about nothing, she said. " It was all because Ben said that yon you ' finti it , i ml I ."i t i inat i wuai I . asuea neuoen. oena- ing his head closer, so ""be could hear her. " You thought it was unladylike and and ill-bred in me to whistle. Do you think it is so bad ?" she asked, looking humbly up in his face. "If you do, 1 11 never whistle ngain." Poor Lute was completely subdued by Cousin Reuben's returning her evil witn gooii in such a magnanimous way. " He's not only giv en himself an awful wetting," she thought, remorsefully, " bnt he's spoiled his bust business suit. His pantaloons will never be fit for a dog to wear agam. " "I don t think I ever used such strong words as ill-bred and uuladylike in re gard to your whistling," answered the doctor, smiling in her troubled face. Ben exaggerated a little. But I must confess that I used to dislike to hear a ludy whistle, but " 'I'll never whistle again," interrupted Lute, 'with as much decision as her voiceless condition would allow. "But," he contained, still smiling, "I don't dislike it now. I love to hear you whistle. Besides, it was your whistling directed me to you to-night. remaps 1 snouldn t have found you without it. So take back your rash vow, Cousin Lute." " I wish you would do something to Eunish me for my rudeness," she said, urriedly. " Give me as much medicine as you want; I will take a whole barrel ful if you say so." " But I shan't say so," he said. There was still a smile on his lips, but none in his eyes; they shone strangely. "I don't know what made me so cross," she went on. " I know I'm spoiled and willful. I never had a mother to show me how to be gentle and good; but I am not often so dreadful as I was to you yesterday. Oh, Cousin Reuben, can you forgive me ?" " Lute," he said, in a voice almost as ow as hers, " look at me." They were standing in the narrow strip of light, and the moon lit up both their faces. She raised her wet eyes obediently, but the strange look in his made her drop them suddenly, while a startled, painful flush bathed her face. " Shall I tell you why you were so cross to me?" he asked. "No, no," she murmured, hilling her face in her hands. " Was it because you cared for my opinion, because you loved me ?" His wet arms were around her now it was well she had on his thick over coat and were pressing her closely to his wet breast. "My innocent darling," he whis pered, "you know now why you were bo cross with me." "How long have you known?" she said, her voice coming smothered from his shirt bosom. " Know what, dear love?" " Why I was bo cross to you." " Not five minutes. It flashed on me just now, while you were asking me to punish yon." "I'm glad," she said. "I didn't know myself, or I should have hid it better " "I'd defy you td do that," he said, with a low laugh.. "Oh, my sweet dumb darling, look up and give me one kiss." ' She raised her fair smooth face, and his dark bearded one came in immediate and close contact' with it. She mur mured, on the divine breath of that first kiss, "You have not said whether you love me or not." " Does this feel like it?" he whisper ed, crushing her closer to him. " Oh, niy darling, I love you I love you so much I I have been so mad about yon as even to be jealous of poor little Dick Spurr. Last night I felt like killing him when you smiled on him so." Bhe was too happy to feel a passing pang for poor JJick. How could she think of any one but Beuben, with his cheek against hers and his eyes am her? " You told me not to touch you," she said, presently; "don't you think you are acting inconsistently, sir?'' " God forgive me 1 he said, loosing her. " I am a selfish brute, to be hold ing you against me, wet and dripping as I am I forgot every thing but myself. Do you feel cold ?" anxiously. "Not a bit." " Maybe the overcoat kept you from getting damp. I never thought to have hugged that old Ulster with as much zest as I have done to-night. Come, let's hurry home, and I'll begin giving you that barrel of medicine yo were so anxious to take." "You must take part of it yourself." she said, as they started up the slope in double-quick time. "I'm dreadfully afraid this wetting will make you sick. " I'm too happy to be sick, he said, looking at her iu a way that mode her blush and tingle to her finger-ends. "We'll give grandpa and Ben a double surprise. They think you are in town somewhere ; but I hail a presentiment you were at the pond, bo I slipped down there quietly, without telling anybody." "Yes, they will be surprised at our " And Lute stopped and reddened. " At our what, darling r " Oh, here we are at the house now," said Lute, irrelevantly. "At our loving one another? said Reuben, inclosing the ulster in another rapturous hug. "Oh, my precious flower my darling my " You may be sure the doctor filled these blanks in an appropriate manner. "You're a nice doctor," said Lute, disengaging herself, in a very rosy state, "to be putting such cold wet arms around a person hoarse with the cold." " Oh, I'll soon cure you," making ns though he would seize her again ; but she eluded him, and fled up the steps and into the house. Harper's Bazar. The Spectres of Congress. A Washington correspondent says : The House of Representatives has its daily habitues and noted characters whose histories are interwoven with the web of politics. Last year it had its "little Miss Flite," who watched the Eroceedings day after day with starving opefulness until her suit was gained, and then from her seat in the galleries she rose in full view of all and acknowledged the victory with pantomimic gratitude and a stately courtesy, which the House received with laughter and loud ap plause. This year we have tho "Man from Shropshire." His name is Schell ; he is a tall, heavy man, with light gray eyes and straw-colored whiskers. Every day, as re. ulnrly as the House meets, he may be seen hovering in the rear of the seats, loitering in the lobby, or watching for his prey, in the person of some innocent member whom he thinks is to procure him the position he is after. He is a very harmless-looking individu al, but woe unto the person who arousjs his wrath, as his record iu that respect is something alarming and stands thus : One night last winter he had a little stabbing affair with Col. Fairfax, of Virginia, at the Ebbitt House ; another time, when ho was custodian of the floor of the House, he punished a saucy page by pitching him up to the ceiliug like an infuriated bovine would toss a dog, the boy came down ngain considerably fright ened out of his pertness ; another of his exploits was an attempt to hammer a grocer who presented his bill to him nt the door of the House while it was in session, but the grocer returned this kind of payment by knocking him over two rows of Beats and halt a dozen Congressmen ; he also bruised a Phila delphia reporter into a tinge of bluish black for daring to comment on .these stunning actions, and how he will re buke the present writer is left to his in genuity and the imaginations of the reader. Remedies for Wakefulness. Thousands suffer from wakefulness who are otherwise in good health. With some of them this becomes a hab it, and too often a growing one. Not a few resort to soporific drugs, and the taste for opium is thus often initiated. Others try alcoholio liquors, and there can be no doubt that in this way the foundation of intemperance has been laid. Many people, however, have found a way of going to Bleep without resorting to such dangerous measures. For instance, looking at a fixed point steadily will often succeed in inducing sleep ; or, if it is too dark to do this, closing the eyes and in imagination watching attentively the stream of air entering and leaving the nostrils. An other plan has recently been proposed by Dr. Cooke who tells us that in many cases of sleeplessness it is only neces sary to breathe very slowly and quietly for a few minutes to secure refreshing sleep. He thinks that most cases de pend on hyperemia of the brain, and that in this slow breathing the blood supply is lessened sufficiently to make an impression. Certainly, when the mind is uncontrollably active, and so prevents sleep, persons whose observa tion was worth trusting have testified that the breathing was quick and short, aud they have found they became more disposed to sleep by breathing slowly. This supports Dr. Cooke's practice, but at other times his plan quite failed. It is certainly worth any one's while who is occasionally sleepless to give it a triaL in doing so they should breathe very quietly, rather deeply and at long inter vals, but not long enough to cause the least feeling of uneasiness. In fine, they should imitate a person sleeping, and do it steadily for several minutes. In no case should opiates or other drugs be resorted to for- sleeplessness except under the direction of a physician. A Wayne county (N. Y.) farmer left his vest hanging upon a chair. In one of the pockets were about a dozen strychnine pills. His two little children discovered them, thought they w re candy, and ate them. Physicians were called and antidotes administered, but both died within an hour, FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Household Uinta. How to Remove Gbeasb Spots from Brussels Cabpets. Spread on a thick paste of potter's clay ; tack over it some thick brown paper, and at the end of a week brush of the clay. It may be nec essary to repeat the process, but one ap plication is usually sufficient. If the grease has penetrated the floor it is best to raise the carpet and put the clay on the floor and scrub thoroughly. To Properly Distribute Raisins. After the batter is all ready for the rais ins, cover the raisins well with sifted flour and stir them in the batter quickly. If currants are used they must be well washed in several waters : place them in a fine sieve, and while mixing the cake let dry thoroughly on the back part of the Btove ; then cover well with sifted flour, and mix them in the batter at the very last. To Wash Gloves. Have ready a little new milk in one saucer and a little brown soap in another, and a clean cloth or towel, folded three or four times. On the cloth spread out the gloves smooth and neat. Take a piece of flannel, dip it in the milk, and then rub off a good quantity of soap to the wetted flannel, and commence to rub the glove down ward toward the fingers, holding it firm ly with the left hand. Continue this process until the glove, if white, looks of a dingy yellow, though clean ; if col ored, till if looks dark and spoiled. Lay it to dry, and the fair operator will be gratified to see that her old gloves look nearly new, They will be soft, glossy, smooth, sharp and elastic. To Bom Watery Potatoes. Let the potatoes be of a size ; do not put them in the pot until the water boils ; when done pour off the water and re move the cover until all the steam is gone ; then scatter in half a teaspoonful of salt and cover the pot with a towel. Around the Farm. Take good care of the implements through the winter tuat tney may be ready to do thorough work another sea son. Experiments have shown that it is best to feed oats and carrots together to horses rather than either alone. If you have been in the habit of feeding either alone try half of each at a meal and mark the result. Now that the year is near its close farmers should begin to think of closing up their running accounts. Prepare to keep a good set of books at the begin ning of the year. Keep an eye on the manure pile and seen that this bank of the farm increases in size and quality. Plowing under green clover is highly beneficial to sandy soil, making it in time rich and mould-like. On heavy lands it loosens the soil rnsking it more light and porous. Push open ground work forward be fore severe weather sets in, get every thing in readiness for winter. "A stitch in time saves nine." The communications f farmers arc always the most valuable matter in any paper ; they deal with the practical de tails, familiar to the man who comes face to face with difficulties and ovei oomes them. The editor can select huch items of news of general iutertst as he thinks will be interesting aud useful, but to build up a truly usei'nl aud practical pnper he must rely very largely upon the asistauce of practical men. Manaachum tts Plowman. We have long been an advocate of the use of Bait as a fertilizer, and have used it upon our own promises with good effect. It would do good to sow it broad cast every year or two in the spring, say about two bushels to the acre. We should like to see some of our intelli gent farmers giving it a fair trial, vary ing the quantity per acre from two to five bushels. Of course any refuse article is good enough. Gennantown Telegraph . To Wluler Hons. During the winter is when we all fail at handling hogs. The long months with but one kind of food, and that a kind that makes but very little bone or mus cle, virtually a fat produoing food only. we ueni, muuie 10 lay uu iut with, out 1 L 1 . . .1 r I 1 1 1 , not the best to build up the constitution and give health and strength. I have this year raised an acre of niangol wurt zel aud sugar beets, also half an acre of turnips ; these I will put where I can get at them in the winter, and when the weather will permit I will feed them freely. The swine eat them eagerly, even now, and I feel surely that such a change of diet occasionally in winter will be a great benefit, I also cut a few aores of clover second growth, cured it carefully, salted it well, and fed during the winter, perhaps cut snort and moist ened. I have quite a number of late pigs ; these I intend to feed each day, all they will drink of warm swill made of two parts bran, one part shorts, and one part meal, and at night a feed of corn. Mow, with this biil of fare and variety of diet I hope to secure health for them and profit to myself. Prairie Farmer. Words of Wisdom. Faithfulness and sincerity are the highest things. From the lowest depth there is a path to the loftiest height. It is less painful to learn in youth than to be ignorant in old age. Those who blow the coals of others' strife may chance to have the sparks fly in their own faces. There are sixty -eight different sewing machine stitches, and a hundred and sixty-eight different ways of lying about them. We are taught to clothe our minds, as we do our bodies, after the fashion in vogue, and it is accounted fantastical, or something worse, not to do so. There is no teacher like experience no scourge of our faults comporable to the lash. Time places in the hands of repentance The world pardons its prosperous children, and has courtly names for their lapses from rectitude, which are branded with strong sigqivs when low men fall. , Items of Interest. The nresentcroduotof the oil country is estimated at over 40,000 barrels per day. Out of the 83,000,000 people in Great Britain 15,000,000 live upon imported food.- Barbers in Denmark are compelled to pass an examination in elementary surgery. At the Krnpp cannon works in Ger many is a hundred thousand - pound trip-hammer. Fourteen ex-Governors in the Senate and eight in the House; so "How do do, Gov.," rarely strikes amiss. It is announced that the order of Or angemen in the United States has a mem bership of 65,000. The principal resemblance between a man who stops a team on the crosswalk of a crowded street and half a barrel of flour is, that both make about a hundred wait. A Boston minister recently roused some of his sleepy hearers by stating in a very positive way that, notwithstand ing the hard times, the wages of sin had not been cut down one iota. The problem of buying a ten-dollar " Christmas present with seventy-five cents available cash will present itself for the elucidation of the brave Young-man- who-goes-to-see-hi s-girl. Tack black velvetine on board or paste board, arrange white, yellow, and green ferns upon it to your liking, fasten them down with a drop of gum here and there, and you will have pleosing fern pictures. "Madam, don't you know that yonr baby will catch its death of cold there ?" "No, sir," she promptly responded. " Well, it's such carelessness as that which fills our cemetery with little graves," he continued. " While all the old fools continue to live," she replied. Ann Wilson was courted twenty years ago in Bourbon, Ky., by George M. Gil lespie, who afterward went to California, and she saw nothing of him again until very recently, when he returned, with eleven children by a wife who had died, and renewed the courtship. Ann accept ed him. There is what seems a preposterous rule in the Turkish army, according to which a Turkish soldier s limb cannot be removed by a surgeo-i without the sanctiou of the authorities at Constanti ple, whose decisions are oftentimes de layed for weeks, and the poor fellows will lie day after day in agony, awaiting their fate without a murmur. Allegheny's talk is about the attempt ed elopement of a pair of lovers whe be longed to the wealthiest families in the city. The respective parents were as f nil of hatred as the Capuleta and Mon tagues, and would not sanction a mar riage. Romeo went at night underneath Juliet's window. She let down a string, to which he attached a rope ladder, w hich was theu speedily placed in posi tion. Juliet descended, and had barely reached the ground when her father popped his head out of the window. He climbed down the ladder as fust as he could, and caught her. Then there was a struggle between the father and the lover for possession of the girl, who, of course, fainted. The father was the victor, and she is now under close guard. A Cure for Intemperance. It was sugggested some years ago that the use of cod-liver oil would have a teudency to promote a distaste for alco holic stimulants. According to thesime authority many people had found they could take wine with animal food, but not with farinaceous or anvyraceous nutriment. A well - known man of science, Mr. Charles Napier, has under taken to test these assertions, and the resnlts of his experiments ore set forth in a paper read before the physiological section of the British Association, and which has attracted much attention in England. The experience of Mr. Napier's own family hod furnished a seeming proof of tho accuracy of Liebig's statement. They had for two years adopted a vegetarian diet, and although brought up in the moderate use of alcoholio liquors, now felt no inclination for them. More decisive evidence, however, was supplied by the application of the theory to twenty-seven cases, one of the more striking of which may be briefly cited. The case is that of a military officer, sixly-one years old, of an aristocratic Scottish family, who had contracted habits of excessive whisky drinking while n service with his regiment in India. We are told that his custom was ! to eat hardly any bread, fat, or vege tables, his breakfast consisting mostly of salt fish, and his dinner almost wholly of ronBt meat. During the day he con sumed from a pint to a quart of whisky, and was not sober more than half his time. By Napier's advice he wus in duced to return to the breakfast of oat meal porridge on which he had been brought up, and to adopt a dinner of which peas and beans formed important ingredients. He does not seem to have liked the change at first, and made the significant complaint that he could not " enjoy his whisky " ns much ns formerly. About this time there was a pauio among flesh eaters iu England, owing to the cattle plague, and, consequently, the whole family was put on a vegetarian diet. For some weeks the husband grumbled very much, but his taste for whisky gradually disappeared, and in two months from the time he became an eulnre vegetarian he relinquished aloo. holio stimulants, and, according to Mr. Napier, has not since returned to either flesh or alcohol. Ntw York Sun. (Jan Write but not Read. The Raliegh (N. C.) Observer says ; There is a man that resides in Buokhoin Township, this county, who has until recently been a county official for thirty years. He is an illiterate man, cannot read a line of print or manuscript, but can write page after page as smoothly and correctly as any bookkeeper in the oity. He is very fond of writing, es pecially if any one dictates, and then when the manuscript is completed, ho knows no more about it than a hog docs of Greek. He bought a common cedar -pen staff and holder thirty years ago, and has used no other since. These facts can be vouched for by a number of reliable citizens of this city. V 1
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