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YOL. VII. MDG W A Y ?"eT K C(mNTY, PA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 24, 1878. KO. 49.
Growing Up.
Oh 1 to keep them still around us, baby dar
lings, fresh and pure,
Mother's smile their pleasures crowning, moth
er's kiss their sorrows' cure.
Oh ! to keep the waxen touches, sunny cnrls
and radiant eyes,
Tattering feet and eager prattle all young
life's lost paradise.
One bright head above the other, tiny hands
that clung and clasp-d,
Little forms that, close enfolding, all of love's
best gifts were grasped ;
Sporting in the summer sunshine, glancing
round the winter hearth,
Bidding all the bright world echo with their
fearless, careless mirth.
Oh ! to keep them. How they gladdened all
the path from day to day,
What ga dreams we fashioned of them, as in
rosy sleep they lay ;
How each broken word was welcomed, how
each struggling thought was hailed,
As each bark went floating seaward, love-bedecked
and fancy-sailed.
Gliding from our jealous watching, gliding
from our clinging hold,
Lo! the brave leaves bloom and burgeon, lo!
the shy, sweet buds unfold.
Fast to lip and cheek and tresses steals th
maiden's bashful joy ;
Fast the frank, bold man's assertion tones the
accents of the boy.
Neither love nor longing keeps them. Soon in
other shape than ours
Those young hands will seizo their weapons,
build their castles, plant their flowers ;
Soon a fresher hope will brighten the dear eyes
we Ira'ned to see ;
Soon a closer love than ours in those wakening
hearts will be.
Bo it is, and well it is so. Fast the river nears
the main,
Backward yearnirgs are but idle ; dawning
never glows again.
Slow and sure the distance deepens, slow and
sure the links are rent ;
Let us pluck our autumn roses, with their sober
bloom content.
AT THE GATE.
It was a bright day in ear'y November,
w ith clear skies and a keen breeze rust
ling the few many-colored leaves cling
ing to the trees along the streets of the
fine old country town. A very quiet,
genteel-looking street, lined with hand
some residences, it was; and from the
handsomest of thrm all, a lady came
forth with a slow step, as if her only ob
ject was to enjoy as much as possible of
the bright sunshino and the clear,
healthy air. She was young, and quite
pretty, with attractive, resolute features.
and bine eyes dazzling beautiful. Her
fair complexion was in perfect harmony
with the rrsotte of blue velvet on the
front of her round hat; and her wiilking
dress of grny silk was neatly fitting and
stylish. The lady was Agnes Carroll,
the niece and heiress of the wealthy
solicitor, Mr. John Carroll, who lived
iu the stately mansion she had just
quitted.
She come down the long garden walk
slowly and thoughtfully, and paused at
the gate, leaning over it with an excla
mation of surprise. On the foot-path a
ninn was lying; his face was turned
away, and he was so motionless that
Agnes fancied lie was dead; and, hur
riedly unclosing the gate, she hastened
to hi in.
Evidently he had fallen headlong, for
his clothes were in great disorder, and
his hat crushed under the side of his
head, which lay against the gardeu
fence. His face was pale nnd thin; his
hair and long unkempt beard were a
bright brown ; and bis garments, though
much the worse for wear and very ill
fitting, had once bcem of the finest ma
terial. His shoes were old and much
worn, and Agnes could see that he had
no socks. As she gazed at the wretched
outcast, a tear treintled in her eye upon
the haggard face over which she was
bending; and then Agnes walked back to
the house and sent some of the servants
out to bring him under shelter.
The stable boy said he was drunk,
but Agnes felt quite sure he was mis
taken; the stranger could not be inebri
ated, she said, and ordered them to
enrrv him in and give him a comfortable
bed.
When the doctor for whom she had
sent had arrived he said Misa Carroll
was right The man was not intoxicated;
but in the last stages of starvation, and
had fallen in the road oat of pure ina
bility to take another step. When Mr.
Carroll came, Agnes told him of the
occurrence, and made him promise that
the poor man need not leave the house
until fully recovered; and that, if he
could, he would assist him to some bet
ter way of life than that which had
brought him to their gate.
Having gained her uncle's promise,
which she knew would be kept. Agnes
again dressed, and set out for her long
delayed walk. Before she had gone far,
she was met by a young gentlemen, who
stopped when he saw her, and remarked,
" x was en my way to can on you, juiss
Carroll," walking along by her side.
"How is your mother to-day, Mr.
Bell?" asked Agnes, as they walked
along.
" Quite well, thank you. We are ex
pecting ray sister home from school, and
she is all excitement. "
" Fanny will be quite an addition to
our circle this winter."
" Yes. By the way. Miss Carroll, will
vou lend your assistance in getting np
those tableaux for our fancy fair?"
"lam sorry, Mr. Bell ; but my time
is so fully occupied there, I cannot un
dertake to be anything more than a
spectator."
Mr. Bell was disappointed evidently,
and left Agnes at her gate with a parting
request that she would call when she
heard of Fanny Bell's arrival.
Agnes when she entered the house,
inquiied after the strange man. He was
still in a stupor, she was told, and they
were afraid that he would die. Agnes
stole np to the room where he lay, above
the servants hall ; and her heart gave a
great throb of pain and pity as she gazed
on the white face and shrunken fingers
of the poor follow. His old garments
had beeu replaced by a clean and com
fortable dressing-gown, and the room
was warm and sunshiny; but it mattered
little to the nnoonecious waif over whom
she bent. Agnes had not always bean
the rich and petted heiress ; time was
when she, too, Lad known want, aud care,
and toil, and had been friendlef s and
forsaken of all but God. This was nil
ended years ago ; but the sight of the
stranger carried her back to her girl
hood, and the friends of whom she had
lost sight when her uncle found her and
bore her away to his stately home.
There was one she remembered most
of all, a poor struggling law-student, half
starved, and half-clothed, who supported
An invalid mother from the miserable
pittance earned as a copyist ; bnt not all
the penury and want which was his daily
portion could disguise the fact that ho
was a true and honorable man, and that
lie had talent, and would riBe in the
world if the laborious life he was leading
did not kill him ; and in Agnes Carroll s
eyes he was a hero to be worshiped at a
distance. They had been friends noth
ing more. The blue eyes and prematurely-old
face of the young girl had
found no entrance to the frozen heart of
Harly Morton. He was kind, as he was
to all created beings, nothing more.
From the misery of hopeless poverty
and hopeless love combined, he, at least,
was spared.
And Agnes Carroll went away to her
good fortune with good wishes and a
warm pressure of the student's hand
tliat was all; she, and all women but his
mother, were mere shadows on the wall.
She went away aud forgot him, for she
was young and life afforded her many
delights; but she measured all men by
the idol of her girlhood, and though she
knew that he never cared for her, and
that at last his memory was indifferent
to her, yet, strangely, all men short of
her standard, and eight years after she
was twenty-five and still Agnes Carroll.
Two days after, when Mr. Percy Bell
came to tell Agnes that his sister Fanny
had come, she told him the story of the
stranger she had found at the gate, and
added that he was now dangerously ill
of a fever; told him also to beg Fanny to
waive formalities and come and see her.
There was nothing on the stranger's per
son to give the slightest clue to his
identity, and his chances of life were
meagre, indeed. Would Percy Bell like
to see him ?
No, Percy did not care to see him.
Very likely he was some wandering
scamp, much beneath the notice of re
spectable people. Percy Bell said this
in very nice language and in a polite
tone, emphasized by the pleasant smile
iu the liglit grny eyes; and he wondered
very much why Miss Carroll was so veiy
haughty immediately after aud never
offered him her hand at parting. He
did not know that Agnes Carroll had
been on the watch to measure the soul
of her admirer, aud that again her ideal
lifted itself to on unapproachable height
above him. He did not know, he never
knew, that after that speech his star set
from the heaven of Agnes Carroll's
vision.
Perhaps it would be well for her to
hunt up some beggar, and bostow her
hand and fortune on him ! Anything to
get rid of her senseless folly about Harly
5lorton, who had probably never thought
of her once since their paths had diverg
ed so widely; and Agnes strove to put
her troublesome thoughts to flight by
taking her work to the sick mau's room
and sitting down by the window, sewed
and read by turns, or talked to the nurse
who was there, until the shades of night
came on and the dinner-bell summoned
her down Btairs. That night the doctor
pronounced his patient out of danger,
and Agnes went no more to the sick
room; but resumed her old round of
duties and in her busy life nearly forgot
him, until her uncle introduced the
subject.
"My dear," he said, "I have been
talking to the stranger invalid, and I
find that he is quite a gentleman. He
has studied law, and I don't know but
that I shall take him into tho office. Be
sides, he is from Ashville."
" Ashville 1" repeated Agnes, with a
sudden interest. "I should like to
know about some of my friends in Ash
ville. I wish vou would ask Lim down
to dinner, uncle, if he has anything to
wear. Such a wretched-looking object
as he was ! I am anxious to see how
much a good bed and care and food have
done for him. It was certainly a strange
plight for a gentleman. Has he told
you his story?"
" No ; he only said that he came from
Ashville, and was in search of employment.
He was robbed on the way, and says that
he should doubtless have died had we not
found him as we did. I believe I will
ask him to dinner."
Accordingly, when Agnes came to the
parlor before dinner, she found the
stranger there ; her uncle was with him,
and as Agnes entered he said :
" Aly dear, permit me to present Mr.
. Upon my word," he ejaculated,
I never asked your name 1".
It is Harly Morton. It may be that
your niece remembers me."
tf Agnes looked into bis face, and laid
her cold hand in his. She did not re
member him, for the long beard and un
kempt locks were gone ; but, oh, how
changed I Thin and pale he had always
been, but he was ghostly now a mere
shadow of the olden man.
Agnes had never, in her wildest
imaginings, dreamed that her first love
would be cast helpless and broken down
at her feet ; she always pictured him as
a rising power in the world, as esteemed
and honored for his goodness and talent;
and now he stood before her a failure,
his life-work yet untouched. She drew
her hand away ; and, coldly kind, she
sat down to entertain him.
She went to dinner iu a sort of dream,
and listened to the story he told in a
dazed way. It was certainly a pitiful
tale ; and Mr. Carroll promised to help
him ; and he did so by taking him into
his office as managing clerk, and letting
him sit at his table, and converse in his
parlor. .
And Mr. Morton was gentlemanly.and
kept his place, never presuming on his
old acquaintance with Agnes never
seeking to build the old friendship be
tween them.
Percy Bell and Fanny came to see Agnes
often, and Agnes returned their" visits.
Sue was quite as friendly to Percy Bell
now as before the entrance of Harly
Morton upon the sceno ; and that gen
tleman's hopes were again in the ascend
ant,' and he certainly made an agreeable
contrast to the ghostly, hollow-eyed
clerk, whom Agnns linroly recognized.
Bo affairs went on until Harly Morton
had regained all his original good looks,
and had made himsolf indispensable to
his employer.
One night Agnes gave a large party.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, and
she laughingly told her friends that it
was the inaugural ball of her old-maid-hood,
and she meant it to be a success.
And a success it was. Fanny and Percy
were thero, and so was Harly Morton.
Just before supper Agnes came across
some gentleman in tho shadows of the
deserted drawing-room, and, tapping
him on the shoulder, she playfully said:
" And whom do I find playing the wall
flower ?"
She started back ere the words were
finished, for the gentleman turned a face
of unutterable agony towards her, and
she saw that it was Harly Morton.
"Miss Carroll," he cried, "I love a
lady who is as far above me as yon cold
moon is above us now, and my heart is
breaking."
" Why do you tell me this ?" she said,
retreating haughtily, as he sought to
take her hand.
" Aggie, Aggie !" cried Fanny Bell at
the door. " Will you show Percy those
engravings yon told me about?" And
Agnes hurried off, and Harly Morton
turned to his silent contemplation of the
cold heavens, at the long window.
" To-morrow," he said, " I leave this
house forever.
It was three o'clock before the last
guest had departed, and the house was
still. Mr. Carroll had gone to his room
long ago ; but Harly Marton still stood
at the window, and watched the slars.
By-and-by, the drawing-room door
unclosed, and he saw Agnes come and
throw herself upon the sofa, ond, taking
the cushion under her head, began to
weep violently. There was no light in
the room save that which came from the
open grate ; but he could see that Agnes
had not removed her evening dress; and,
wondering what could bo the matter, he
was about to make known his presence,
when he was conscious of a stealthy step
in the hall. In a moment the room door
unclosed, and a man entered. Morton
could sec that ke was muffled to the eyes,
and carried a dark lantern ; and then, as
Agnes became aware of the intruder's
presence, she started up with a terrified
shriek, and rushed into the music-room,
and cowered in the shadows. The man
with tho lantern stood in thought a
moment, and immediately followed her.
"Come, girl," he said, grasping her
shoulder, "hand over them rings and
bracelets, and you're all right. I locked
the old gentleman's door and the door
from the servant's hall ; and how in the
name of wonder yon found out I was un
der your bed, I don't know. You might
screech all night, and gain nothing by it
but a sore throat."
Agnes by this time was senseless, nnd
the robber proceeded to remove tho
jewels from his unresisting victim, when
he found himself caught in a powerful
grasp, overpowered, and bound before
he could recover his wits. Harly Mor
ton did his work quickly and we'll, and
pinioned the burglar with the heavy
cord of the hice curtains, which he was
drawing carelessly between his fingers
when Agnes entered the drawing room.
By this time, Mr. Carroll had forced
open his door, and hurried to the scene
of action. The burglar had left a coarse
sack in the hall, containing the most
valuable of the fcilver plate he had found
in the dining-room, and had he been
satisfied with that, he might have got
off safely. But ho was tempted to enter
Agnes's room, aud had just time to se
creta himself, when Agnes, who had re
mained in the parlor a long time after
her other guests, came into her room,
and sat down before her dressing glass,
and leaning her head upon her hands,
was buried in deep thought, when at the
foot of her bed, which was just along
side of her glass, she saw a strange-looking
sack, and beside it a man's boot
protruding from beneath the bed. It
was in the glass she saw them, and, with
a thrill of terror, she rose up and stole
down to the parlor ; and remembering
the presence of Harly in tho music-room,
was about to seek him when she was
overcome by her excitement aud terror,
and threw herself upon the sofa, hoping
he would come out and speak to her.
All this she told afterwards ; but when
the police arrived with the messenger
whom Mr. Carroll had sent for them,
the robber knew that all was over, and
his night's work undone by Agnes's op
portune discovery.
At his trial, he confessed that he had
stolen into the house during the bustle
of the entertainment, and, after the
supper-table was deserted, had helped
himself to every article he fancied. His
sack was well laden : and, doubtless, he
would have escaped hod he been satis
fied with its contents.
Harly Morton left the house as he had
resolved. To all Mr. Carroll's entreaties
and Agnes' proffered thanks, he said :
"I only did my duty as you did yours
when you found me at the gate, house
less and starving. It is only heaven's
mercy that I was saved, a brand from
the burning. I feel that self-respect
alike command my departure."
He went, but not to stay long. For
one day there came to him a note which
read as follows :
"Mr. Morton, will you come to me
and finish the story you were telling me,
when Fanny Bell interrupted us the
night of the party ?
"Agnes Carroll."
Harly Morton went and the story,
no doubt, was long and interesting, for
Morton Carroll had to take his tea alone,
and Agnes astonished him by walking
into the library where he was dozing
over his papers, and 6aying : " Uncle,
permit me to inform you that this gen
tleman, who styles himself 'a brand
from the burning,' is from henceforth
my exclusive property."
Mr. Carroll was quite satisfied, and
made Harly Morton his partner ; and he
and Agnes were married quietly, and
the first intimation their dear five hun
dred friends received of the turn affairs
had taken, was the marriage-notice
no cards in the local papers. .
Three men being in a saloon, one
called for a dram, because he was hot.
"Bring xne another," says his com
panion, "because I am oold." The
third, who sat by and heard them, called
out : " Hert boy, bring me s glass,
because I like it.
. A Uliastlr Wnr Scene.
A Russian officer, writing to a friend
in Cleveland, Ohio, gives the following
horrible narration, a translation of which
we copy from the Jlcraldot that city. He
says: Coming to a place where the road
somewhat widened, about two miles from
Telis, we halted, and after driving away
and cutting down in a short skirmish a
party of Turks who were busy robbing
our dead, we stopped to form before
going on. As I rode along the front
shouting out orders to my men, an agoniz
ing cry for help arrested my attention. I
looked round. Nothing but heaps of dead
everywhere. Of these none needed me.
But hark t once more, and again and again
these piteous cries. Hastily dismount
ing, I threw the bridle over my sound
arm and ran toward some bushes from
behind which the sounds proceeded, and
there, in a small pool of clotted blood,
lay that which I at first failed to recog
nize as a human being, though human
it certainly was in its piteous cries, and
the seemingly gloved hands that clutch
ed air and earth in their agony. The
rest, from the waist upward, was one
mass of raw, quivering flesh the face
featureless, eye-lids and eyes cut out,
the man flayed alive, all but the hands,
whose white skin at first gave the im
pression of their being gloved. This
ghostly object lay a few steps from a
dead horse, one of our own regiment's
golden bays. Faint at heart I bent over
the sufferer, evidently one of our own
men, but now mangled beyond recogni
tion. He prayed for death with his
poor torn lips, and in a minute more W..
our surgeon, aud two more of our officers
were by my side. I made room for W.,
who stooped for a few seconds over our
comrade, and then rising, sadly shook
his head, murmuring "no help." A
sudden impulse prompted me t seize
the poor helpless hand in my own, and
pressing it, whisper a few words of com
fort. At the sound of my voice came
the sadder appeal " Nicolai, for old
friendship's sake, send a bullet through
my heart !" This voice sounded se
strangely familiar, aud yet I could not
recognize it. "Who are you ?" " Alexis
S. " Alexis, my old schoolmate, who had
a few hours ago shared my breakfast by
our bivouac fire, and then rode away,
handsome and bold, at the head of our
gallant first squadron. " He had fallen
wounded, helpless, his horse shot under
him, and the fiendish Turks were slowly
torturing him to death when our ap-
firoach drove them away. Clasping my
land in his, he still begged for death.
My revolver was empty, discharged in
the scuffle a few moments before. I
looked at W., who silently drew out his,
and shuddering in every nerve, placed
the muzzle against S.'s breast, and, with
averted face, fired twice in succession,
while I still pressed the - poor hand in
mine. We w-axpped him up in my clonk
and placing him in the shallow ditch,
rolled a boulder over him, and then,
with our bauds still mcist with his blood,
we Bwore to each other never to empty
the last chamber of our pistols, but al
ways to reserve a shot for ourselves and
friends, should any of us, wounded, have
to be left behind. May a quick death,
a soldiers's deuth, be ours.
A Tea Fraud.
The New York A'in says: In most of
our leading hotels and eating houses the
tea grounds are saved by the servants,
and sold to parties who come around in
wagons at stated intervals. What they
did with tho grounds was for a long time
a mystery. Lately, however, the secret
has escaped. We hear on good authori
ty that they are taken to a factory in the
vicinity of Central Park, steeped in
acids, and dried in the sun on copper
plates. By this process each leaf is
shrivelled, and made to assnme its former
shape. The color is beautiful, and the
old tea odor, so familiar to all who love
this delightful drink, is plainly recog
nized. The drying process completed,
the grounds are packed in tin caddies or
second-handed wooden boxes, and dis
tributed throughout the country, where
its remarkable cheapness attracts univer
sal attention. Occasionally a little gen
uine tea is mixed with this preparation.
This adds to the flavor, and the victim
is more easily taken in. Much of this
tea is said to be sold from peddler
wagons, and eggs, butter and similar
produce are ssme times received in ex
change. The tea is not strong enough to injure
anybody's nerves, but the acids used
may undermine the health and prove ex
tremely injurious to invalids. The sub
stance is not extensively sold to custom
ers in large cities, through fear of injur
ing the business of those who collect the
grounds. A tea expert can detect the
difference between this second-hand tea
and the genuine. This faoulty comes
from his experience. "As a general
thing," he says, "the farmer can lay
down this rule the greener the leaf and
the brighter the caddy the- poorer the
quality of the tea,"
A Strange Tradition.
Among the Seminole Indians there is
a singular tradition regarding the white
man's origin and superiority. They say
that when the Great Spirit made the
earth he also made three men, 'all of
whom were fair-oomplexioned; and that
after making them he led them to the
margin of a small lake, and bade them
leap in and wash. One obeyed, and
came out purer and fairer than before;
the second hesitated a moment, during
whioh time the water, agitated by the
first, had become muddled, and when he
bathed, he came up copper-colored; the
third did not leap until the water be
came black with mud, and he came out
with his own color. Then the Great
Spirit laid before them three packages,
and out of pity for his misfortune in
color, gave the black man first choice.
He took hold of each of the packages,
and having felt the weight, chose the
heaviest; the copper-colored man chose
the next heaviest, leaving the white man
the lightest When the packages were
opened, the .first was ' found to contain
spades, hoes, and all the implements of
labor; the second enwrapped hunting,
fishing, and warlike apparatus; the third
gave the white man pens, inks, and
paper, the engine of the mind the
means of mutual, mental improvement,
the social link of humanity, the founda
tion of the white man a superiority.
A Marriage That Created a Sensation.
Thomas Lord is an octogenarian mil
lionaire and the father of a family well
known in the social world of New York.
He is nearly eiehtv-five years old. owns
very valuable real estate near Wall
street, and is worth, according to moder
ate estimates, not far from two millions.
He has been a widower only a few years,
and since his wife's death he has lived
quietly in the old family home on Seven
teenth street, near Fifth avenue. As
might be supposed, considering his great
age, his health is quite feeble, and for
some time past he has not ventured out
without a companion.
Annetta Wilhelmina Wilkens Hicks is
the famous "rich American widow,"
whose dinners and receptions attracted
so much attention in London during the
past few years. Probably the most
notable of these was her dinner in Honor
of Gen. Grant some months ago, which
received a great deal of newspaper no
tice. She is forty-eight years old, and a
woman of handsome and commanding
presence. She has one residence in
New York and another in London, and
it has been her custom to alternate fre
quently from one to the other. Her
first husband, whose name she has borne
since his death, was a wealthy Quaker,
of the family from which the Hicksito
branch of the Society of Friends
took its name. He left her a large
foriune, which she has since been
spending quite freely in lavish so
cial entertainment. London gossip
had it, some time ago, that Mrs. Hicks,
the dashing and wealthy widow, was
about to marry Gen. Schenck, but that
seems to huve been a mistake. She
returned to New York in November, and
her reappearance was hailed with satis
faction by the society people who like
receptions and good dinners. No one
had tho slightest suspicion, however,
that she came with matrimonial inten
tions, and if any one had suggested a
probable alliance on her part with one
of the oldest men in New York, the
ancient and decrepid Thomas Lord, that
suggestion would have promptly beon
written down as absurd. The three
sons of the old man have taken legal
steps to have the marriage set aside to
prevent him from settling his fortune on
his bride. They allege that when he
married Mrs. Hicks he was of unsound
mind, and that he had been allured into
matrimony on account ot his money.
Old Maids.
Never be afraid of becoming an " old
maid," fair reader. An old maid is far
more honorable than a heartless wife,
aud "single blessedness" is greatly
superior in point of happiness to wedded
life without love. "Fall not in love.
dear girls, beware," says the song. But
we do not agree with the song on this
question. On the contrary, we hold it a
good thing to fall in love, U the loved
object be a worthy one. To fall in love
with an honorable mau is as proper as
it is for an honorable man to fall in
love with an amiable aud virtuous
woman ; and what could be a more
gratifying spectacle even to the angels
in Heaven than a Bight so pure so ap-
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proucuing in lis uevouou iu me
celestial ?
No ; fall in love as soon as you please,
ladies, provided it be with a suitable
person. Fall in love and then marry ;
but never marry unlets yon do love.
That's the great point. Never marry
merely for a "home" or a husband,
Never degrade yourself by becoming a
party to such an alliance. Never sell
yourself body and soul, on terras so con
temptible. Love dignifies all things ;
it ennobles all conditions. With love
the marriage rite is truly a sacrament.
Without it the ceremony is a base fraud,
and the act a human desecration.
Marry for love or not at all. Be an
"old maid," if fortune throw not in
your way the man of your heart, and
though the witness may sneer, and the
jester may laugh, you will still have
your reward in an approving conscience
and a comparatively peaceful life.
Words of Wisdom.
If you would know, and not bo known,
live in a oity.
National enthusiasm is the great nurs
ery of genius.
Drunkenness turns a man out of him
self, and leaves a beast in the room.
Crows are never the whiter for wash
ing themselves.
Contempt will sooner kill an injury
than revenge.
Compliments cost nothing, yet many
pay dearly for them.
Nature never says that which reason
wi'l contradict.
Fire and sword are but slow engines
of destruction when compared with the
b ibbler.
Men look at the faults of others with a
telescope at their own with the same
instrument reversed, or not at all.
Harsh words and harsh requirements
have many a time alienated a child's
feelings and crushed out all love of
home.
The greatest luxury of riches is that
they enable you to escape so much good
advice. The rich are always advising
the poor; but the poor seldom venture
to return the compliment.
An instance decides the life of man
and his whole fate; for after lengthened
thought the resolve is only the act of a
moment; it is the man of sense that
seizes on the right thing to be done; it
is ever dangerous to linger in your selec
tion of this and that, and so by your
hesitation get confused;
The World's Three Wealthiest Men.
A report comes from Paris that the
California miner, Mr. J. W. Mackey, is
going to buy a papal earldom, and be
come Il'Conte di Mackey. He has lately
bewildered everybody by the extrava
gance of his living, and some of the
newspapers have been computing his
fortune together with the fortunes of the
two richest men of the civilized world.
The table shows a heavy balance in his
favor. . .
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FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
llonncholri Hint.
Eat Graham pudding and milk for
breakfast.
Mend coal scuttles with flour paste
and Canton flannel.
A cement of ashes and salt will stop
cracks in a stove.
Wicks must be changed frequently to
insure a good light.
To Renovate Cloth. Two ounces of
common tobacco boiled in a gallon of
water is used by dealers for renovating
old clothes. The stuff is rubbed on with
a stiff brush. The goods are nicely
cleaned, and, strange to add, no tobacco
smell remains.
Vinegar. A cheap vinegar consists
of twenty-five gallons of warm rain
water, with four gallons of treacle and
one gallon of yeast. The mixture can
be used after it has been allowed to
ferment.
To Soften Water. Hard waters are
rendered very soft and pure, rivalling
distilled water, by merely boiling a two
ounce phial, say in a kettleful of water.
The carbonate of lime and any impuri
ties will be found adhering to the phial.
The water boils very much quicker at
the same time.
Soda in Washing. Soda must not be
used in cleansing colored clothes, as it
chauges many colors. If white clothes,
after being washed with soda, are not
perfectly freed from it by rinsing in
Eure water, they will turn yellow when
eated or ironed, or even in drying be
fore a fire. Once produced, this yellow
color is difficult to get rid of.
Hundower Meed for Fowl.
We have for years been aware of the
value of sunflower seeds in the fall of the
year, and in the winter, too, as food for
fowls. This plant should be grown by
every poultry grower in the country who
has the opportunity to grow only a few
stocks even. For its properties for
glossing the plumage of exhibition birds
are altogether remarkable. Buckwheat
Eroperly fed, will operate similarly;
ut the latter is bv far too heating in
its nature, in comparison with the
other.
This plant is a very gross grower, but
it yields wondrously, aud may be set in
any soil where other fruit or vegetables
cannot be conveniently raised for ex
ample, along the sides of fenc s, or any
where where the soil is not so easily cul
tivated as in the open fields. If given
a good chance as other grains have
it will grow luxuriantly, aud will well
repay its care, for its yield is many hun
dred fold tinder any ordinary cultiva
tion .
The great Russian sunflower is now a
new thin? with us. in this conntrv. and
a marvelous improvement upon the old
style seed. The flowers are double the
average ... dimensions of - the common
South American variety, so well known
among us, and as a bearer it far excels
the latter in the number of large seeds
it ripens upon its more expanding and
heavier stalks.
The Russian sunflower is to the Amer
ican what the stalk' and ear of the field
maze are to the pop-corn variety, iu or
dinary culture.
Medli-nl Illnm.
Chicken Broth. A broth or tea pre.
pared from young chicken is, of all
decoctions of animal matter, the most
readily digested, and is especially suit.
able for delicate invalids, where great
irritability of tlie stoniacli exists.
Canker in the Mouth. A writer iu
the Jlottichold eays owemedy for this is
to take tho inside bark of peach-tree
twigs of last year's growth and mnko a
pint of strong tea, then add a lump of
burnt alum, the size of a hickory nut,
finely pulverized, sweeten with honey,
and wash frequently.
Cookiso fob the Sick. Nothing so
much conduces to the successful treat
ment of invalids as good nursing and
proper cooking, yet how few cooks can
serve up a basin of soup, or gruel, or
orotii, in a proper manner to fit tho
whimsical appetite of a convalescent.
Some one should write a concise manual
of cooking for invalids.
Croup Remedy. Croup can bo cured
iu one minute, aud the remedy is simply
alum and sugar. The way to accom
plish the deed is to take a knife or grater
and shave off in small particles about a
tcaspoonful of alum; then mix it with
about twice its quantity of sugar, to
make it palatable, and administer it as
quickly as possible. Almost instantane
ous relief will follow. Boston 2'ran
script. I louse I'lanlN.
Dust, insects, dry air and over-watering
are the principal difficulties they
have to contend with. By arranging
some light covering to put over them
while the room is being swept, and an
occasional syringing in the bath tub,
kitchen sink, or elsewhere, supplement
ed by sponging the leaves of all smooth
leaved plants, this great enemy to plant
health may be kept under.
Insects may be mainly kept off by
hand picking and a brush ; if needed,
apply tobacco water, or arrange a box or
barrel in which they may be thoroughly
fumigated with tobacco smoke.
Over-watering kills more plants than
drynofcs. Pots iu the house, especially
the handsome glazed ones, should be
Erovided with abundant drainage
roken pots, cinders, oyster shells,
anything to make open layer at the bot
tom ; then a layer of moss, to keep the
earth from washing down, and then a
soil made so open by sand that it will
always allow the water to pass through.
With these precautions there is no
danger, but where the surface of the
soil is muddy an hour after watering,
there is something wrong, and plants
will not thrive.
It seems to be the ambition of all
young wives to look well when any one
calls. The other day a south side bride
heard a ring at the front door. The
maid was ont and she rushed up stairs
to "fix up" a little before admitting
the caller. There wai a moment of
lightning work before the dressing case.
Quicker than it takes to tell it a libbon
was fastened at her throat, a flower
stubbed into her hair, a flash of powder
on her face, and she was at the door,
all smiles and blushes. - The Kentleman
said he had walked froui Memphis, and
couldn't remember that he had tasted
food since he left C ncinuati, Ot City
ut tick, .
Items of Interest.
Ground rents Earthquakes.
During the post year 135 tons of
amber were dug up in Prussia.
In Jnrmn alaw requires fish to be sold
alive. They are peddled in tanks.
Pittsbnrg has a dog that can wait at
table. This must be Old Dog Tray.
Archibald Gordon of Granville, N. G
is the father of twenty-seven sons by
one wife.
A short time previous to the death of
Pongo, the famous gorilla, the directors
of the Berlin museum refused $12,600
for him.
A Cincinnati " society " reporter says
" there's no end to balls." Balls, we
believe are always round. Xorristown
Herald.
Blankets are "the circulating me
dium " of the natives of Vancouver. The
richest chiefs have them stored by the
hundred.
At a dinner of shoemakers the follow
ing toast was given : " May we have all
the women in the country to shoe, and
all the men to boot."
How busily the town cow goes
For the fodder of her country foes
Khe climbs into the wagon box
Regardless of the well-aimed rocks,
And eats her fill of straw, the while
She wors a peaceful, pensive smilo.'
General Grant passed in review a
regiment of royal Bersaglieri troop
in front of the palace at Naples, and was
delighted, according to the local report,
by their splendid drill.
The governor of Guatemala has given
a large tract of land to two American
gentlemen, on condition that they shall
cultivate it in the highest style of
American agriculture.
"My dear," said a wife to her hus
band, '" I really think it is time wo had
a greenhouse." "Well, my love, paint
it any color you please ; red, white, or
green will suit me," responded the hus
band. "Hi! where did yon get them
trousers?" asked an Irishman of a man
who happened to be passing with a
pair of remarkably short trousers on.
"I got them where they grew,"
was the indignant reply. "Then, be
me conscience," said Paddy, " you've
pulled them a year too soon I"
M. Hugues, the Marseilles journalist
who lately killed another journalist in a
duel, has'wrtlten from Italy to say that
he will give himself up at a proper time.
He concludes his letter to the authori
ties : "I will answer to the law with
my heart broken, bnt my head erect.
When we have killed a man in a duel
we are sufficiently punished by his
death.
Herr Zeitteles has devoted eleven
years to the study of the phylogeny of
the dog, and comes to the conclusion
that neither wolves nor foxes are in
volved in the descent, but that jackals
and the Indian wolf were the original
canine ancestors. The author recently
read a paper before the Dresden Natu
ralist's Society " Isis," giving a sketch
of his researches aud the reasons for the
conclusions at which he had arrived.
Among the friends of Lord Brougham
was a lady who always expected a
present when she received calls on the
anniversary of her birth. Lord Broug
ham, called upon one of these days,
forgot his present, but with ready
presence of mind seized upon the finest
ornament he could find in the ante-room,
wrapped it carefully up iu a piece of
paper and presented it. The lady was
excessively pleased with the gift, and
never discovered that she had possessed
it before.
"hb does not come."
The following lines were taken from
a young lady's hymn-book, a few days
ago, which she thoughtlessly left in
church :
" I look in vain he do;s not come ;
Dear ! dear ! what shall I do ?
lean not listen as I ought,
Unlets he listens too.
He might have come as well as not
What plagues those fellowB are !
I'll bet he's fast asleep at home,
Or Bmoking a cigar."
vim ' rlI " trildinir so nrofuselv used
e e o i----
r.,i- ..1'iinmt.nfnl mirnnspn at the present
,i.iv is snid tn 1ia silver leaf, turned
yeilow aud golden by the application of
shellac. Hie discovery oi me uruucoo
is accredited to a Germun tinsmith, who,
wliila urbWinr n sniiccrian. accident-
ally dropped upon the metal some of
the rosin he had beon using. This
nlinnced the bricht tin to a sort of dead
yellow, resembling gold. The applica
tion oi tue oDservanon wmcu mm
linmVile workman made vears OCO. is the
gilding process of to-day.
Among the novelties of the New York
cat show is a Bleek, gray creature that
can play tag, hide and seek, and skip
the rope ; a black cat that has never
been ule6t with teetn, dui wmcu en
joys life very well without them ;
" Jacob " a white and gray that former
ly belonged to the Brooklyn fire depart
ment, and rode to all the fires on the
engine, but now, being fifteen years
old, he has retired from aotive service ;
the " nautical cat," only four years old,
that has crossed the ocean sixteen times;
" Mother Puss." whose kittens, 173 in
number, are scattered the wide world
over ; and "Joe," a performing cat that
sits in a cage with canary-birds, and at
his master a bidding, but with a protest
ing mew touches off a cannon without
blinking.
Human Testimoiy.
The unsatisfactoriness of human testi
mony, under certain circumstances, is
illustrated by the different statements of
eye witnesses to the Barclay street
disaster in New York. One witness says :
" x heard a crash as though the chimney
on a roof had fallen;" another, "I heard
noise I could not describe;" another,," I
heard a noise like the explosion of a
kerosene lamp;" another, "I heard a
noise like the clashing of a large nnmber
of brass cymbals;" another, " I heard a
roar like the bursting of a bomb;"
another, " I heard no explosion, bnt the
ceiling seemed to be coming down;"
another, who was standing talking to the'
witues last quoted, says: "There was
a deafening explosion." Then the fire
marshal says that so explosion haa been
proved,
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