HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. X. RLDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, FA., THUBSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1880 NO 24.. , . , , . -.. I. 'i 1 i- 1 1 i i it , White Popples. Oh mystic, mighty flower, whose liail white leaves, Silky and cram pled like a banner furled, Shadow the black mysterious seed that yields The drop that soothes and lalls a restless world; Nepenthes lor our loe, yet swift to kill, Holding the knowedge of both good and ill. The rose for beauty may outshine thee far: The lily hold herself liko some sweet saint Apart from .earthly Brief, as is a star Apart from any fear of earthly taint; The snowy poppy like an angel stands With consolation in her open hands. Ere history was born, the poets s ung How godlike Thone knew thy compelling power, And ancient Ccros, by strange sorrows wrong, Sought sweet oblivion from thy healing flower. Giver of sloip! Lord of the land of dreams! Oh simple weed, thou art not what man doems. The clear-eyed Greeks saw oft their god ol sleep Wandering about through the black rnid nighl hours, Soothing the restless couch with slumbers deep, And scattering thy medicated flowers, Till hands were folded for their final rest, Clasping white poppirso'er a pu'seless breast We have a clearer vision; every hour Kind heart and hands the poppy juices mete, And panting sufferers bless its kindly power, And weary ones invoke its peacelul sleep. Health has its rose and grape and oylul palm, The poppy to the sick is wine and bulm. 1 sing the poppy! The frail snowy weed! The flower of mercy! that within iis heart Doth keep a drop sereuo for human noed, A drowsy balm lor every bitter smart. 'or l;flppy hours the rose will idly blow; The poppv hnth a churm for pain and woe. Harper't Wekly. PEAUZ MULLER'S WIFE. " Frnnz, good morning. Whose phil osophy is it now? Hegel, Spinosa, Kant, or Dugald Siewanr" " None of them. I am reading Faust." " Worse and worse. Better wrestle with philosophies than lose yourself in the c.ouds. At nny rate, if the poets are to send the philosophers to the right about, stick to SI ukespeare." " is loo material, He can't 'et rid of men and women." "They are a little better, I should think, than MxphUto. Couip, Franz condescend to cravats and kid gloves, and let us go nnd see my cousin Chris tine Stroiubere." " I do not know the young lady." "Of course not. She has just returned from a Munich school. Her brother Max was at the Lyndons' great party, you remember?" " I don't remember, Louis. In white cravats and black coats all men look alike." "But you will go?'1 ' If you wish it, yes. There are some uncut reviews on the table; amuse yourself while I dress." " Thanks, 1 have my cigar case. I will take a smoke, and think of Chris tine." JJFor some reason, quite beyond ana'y sis, Franz did not like this speech. 1 1 had never seen Christine Stromberg, but yet he half resented the careless use of her name. It fell upon some soul consciousness like a familiar and per sonal name, and yet ho vainly recalled every phase of his life for any clew to tbi familiarity. Hu was a Jiandfomo fellow, with large, clearly cut features, and gray, themg'itfui rye J. In a conversation that interested him his eyes lighted -p with a singularly boautiiul animation, but usually it was as still and passionless as if the soul was away on a dream or a visit. Even the regulation cravat and coat could not destroy hi3 individuality, and LouU looked admiringly at him, and said: ''You are still Franz Muller. No one is jusi like you. I should think CouMa Christine wili fall in lovo with you." Acain Franz's heart resented this speech. It had been waiting for love for many a year, but he could not jest or speculate about it. No one but the thoughtless, favored Louis ever dared to do it beforo Franz, and nj one ever spoke lightly of women before him, but the worst of men are s-nsitive to the presence of a pure and lofty nacurc, and are generally willing to respect it. Franz drwuued of women, but only of noble women, and even for those who fell below his ideal ho had a thousand apologies, and a world of pity. It was strange that such a man should have lived thirty years, and never have really loved any mortal woman. But his hour Lad come at last. As soon as he saw Christine Stromberg he loved her. A strange exaltation possessed him; his face was radiant ; he talked and sung with a brilliancy that amazed oven those familiar with his rare exhibitions of such moods. And Christine seemed fascinated by his beauty and wit. The hours passed like moments; and when the girl stood watching him down the moonlit avenue, she almost trembled to remember what questions Franz's eyes had asked her, and how strangely fa miliar the clasp of his hand and the sound of his voice had seemed to her. "I wonder where I have seen him before," she murmured "I wonder where it wa9 P" and to this thought she slowly took off one by one her jewels, and brushed out her long black hair; nay, when she fell asleep, it was only to take it up again in dreams. As for Franz, he was in too far an ecstatic a mood to think of sleep. "One has too few A such god-liko moments to steep them in unconsciousness," he said to himself. And so he sat smoking and thinking, and watching the moon sink lower and lower, until it was no longer night, but dawning day. "In a few hours now 1 can go and see Chtistine." At this point in his love he had no other thought. He was too happy to speculate on anv probabil ity as yet. It was suflicient a present to know that he hurt fnnnH liia Inun that she lived at a definite number on a definite avenue, and that in six or seven hours more lie might see her azain. lie clioso the car atr number. It was lust eleven ociock when he rung Mr, Stromberg s bell. Mrs. Stromberg passed through the hall as he entered, ana greeted him pleasantly. "ChriS' tinel and I are iust coins to have break fast," sho said, in her iollv. hearty way. "Come in, Mr. Mufler, and have a cup of collee with us." Nothing could have delighted Franz so much. Christine was pouring it out as ue entered the pretty breakfast par lor. How beautiful she looked in her long loose morning dress 1 How be witching were its numerous bows of fiale ribbon I He had a sense of hunger mmediatelv. and he knew that he made an excellent breakfast; but of wnat ne ate, or wnac nearanK, ne Had not the slightest conception. A cup of coffee passing through Chris tine's hands necessarily suffered some wonderful change. It could no' , and it did not, taste like ordinary coffee. In the same mysterious way chickens, eggs and rolls hecame sublimated. So they ate, and laughed, and chatted, and I nm quite sure that Milton never imagined a meal in Eden half so de lightful as that breakfast on the avenue. When it was over, it came into Franz's heart to offer Christine a rido. They were standing together among the flowers in the bay-window, and the trees outside were in their first tender green, and the spring skies and the spring airs were full of happiness and hope. Christine was arranging and watering her lilies and pansies, and somehow in helping her Franz's hands and hers had lingered happily together. So now love gave to this mortal an immortal's confidence. He never thought of sighing, and fearing, and trembliDg. His soul had claimed Christine, and he firmly believed that sooner or later sho wouid hear- and un derstand what he had to say to her. "Shall we ride P" he said, just touch ing her lingers, and looking at her with eyes and face glowing with a wonderful happiness. Alas, Christine could think of mamma, and of morning calls, and of what peo ple would say. But Franz overruled every scruple: he conquered mamma. and laughed at society; and before Christine had decided which of her cos tume's was most becoming, Franz was waiting at the door. How thev rattled up the avenue and through the park! How the green branches waved in triumph, and how the birds snug and gossiped about them ! By the time they had arrived at Mount St. Vincent they had iorgotten they were mortal. Then the rest in the shady gallery, and the subsidence o: love's exaltation into love's silent, ten der melancholy, were just as blissful. They came slowly home, speakinir only in glances and monosyllables, but just before they parted, Franz said : " I have been waiting thir'y years for you. Christine; to-day my life has blos somed." And though Christene did not make any audible answer, he thought her blush sulbcient: besides she took the lilies from her throat and gave them to liiui. Such a dream ot true love is eiven only to the few whom the gods favor. Franz must have stood high in their grace, for it lasted through many sweet weeLsn.net months lor him. lie fol lowed the Strombergs to Newport, and laid his whole life down at Christine's feet. There was no definite engagement bet wee;, them, but every one understood that would como as surely as the end oi the season. Money matters and housekeeping must e ventually intrude themselves, but the romance and charm of this one sum mer of life should be untouched. And Franz was not anxious on this score. His father, a shrewd business man, had early seen that his son wis a poet and a dreamer. "It is not the boy's fault," he said to his partner; "he gets it from his grandfather, who was always more out of this world than in it." So he wisely allowed Franz to follow his natural tastes, and contented him self with carefully investing his fortune in such real estate and securities as he believed would insure a safe, if - slow, increase. He had bought wisely, and Franz's income was a certain and hand some one, with a tendency rather to in crease than decrease, and quite suflicient to maintain Christine in all the luxury to which sho had been accustomed. So when he returned to the city he intended to speak to Mr. Stromberg. All he had should be Christine's, and her father should settle the matter just as he thought best for his daughter. In a general way this was understood by all parties, and every one seemed in clined to sympathize with the happy feeling which led the lovers to deprecate duiing these enchanted days any allu sion which tended to dispel the ex quisite charm of their young lives' idyl. Perhaps it would have been better if they had remembered the ancient super stition, and themselves done something to mar their perfect happiness. Polyc rates offered his ring to avert ihe calamity sure to follow unmitigated pleasure or success, and Franz ought perhaps to have also made an effort to propitiate his envious fate. But he did not, and toward the very end of the season, when the October days had thrown a kind of still melan choly over the world that had been so green and gray, Franz's dream was rudely broken broken by a Mr. James Barker Clarke, a blustering, vulgar man of fifty, worth three millions. In some way or other he seemed to have a great deal of influence over Mr. Stromberg, who paid him unqualified respect, ami over Mrs. Stromberg, who seemed to fear him. Mr. Stromberg's "private ledeer" alone knew the whole secret; for of course money was at the foundation. Indeed, in these days, in all public and private troubles, it is proper to ask, not vv no is slier but " How much is it P" Franz Muller and James Barker Clarke hated each other on sight. Still Franz had no idea at first that this ugly, un couth man could ever be a rival tr his own handsome person and passionate In a few days, however, he was com pelled to ac ually consider the possibil ity of such a thing. Mr. Stromberg had assumed an attitude of such ex treme politeness, and Mrs. Strom berg avoided him if possible, and if not possible, was constrained and unhappy in the familiar relations that she had accepted so happily all summer. As for Christine, she had constant headaches, and her eyes were often swollen and red with weeping. At length, without notice, tho familv left Newport, and went to stay a month with some relative near Boston, A pitiful little note fro a Christine in formed him of this fact: but as here ceived no information as to the locality oi her relative's house, and no invitation to call, he was compelled for the present to do as Christine nsked him wait patiently for their return. At first he got a few short tender notes, but they were evidently written in such sorrow that he was almost be side himself with grief and anger. When these ceased he went to Boston, and without difficulty found the house where Christine was staying. He was received at first very shyly by Mrs. Stromberg, but when Franz poured out his love and misery, the poor old lady wept bitterly and moaned out that she could not help it, and Christine could not help it, and that they were all very miserable. Finally she was persuaded to let bim see Christine, "just for five minutes." The poor girl came to him, a Bhadow of her gay Be if, and weeping in his arms, told him he must bid her good-bye for ever. The hve minutes were lengthened into a long, terrible hour, and Frnnz went back to N ew York with the knowl edge that in that hour his life had been broken in two for this life. One night toward the close of Novem ber his friend Louis called. " Franz," he said, "have you heard that Christine Stromberg is to marry Old Clarke P" " Yes." " No one can trust a woman. It is a shame of Christine." " Louis, speak of what you know. Christine i? an angel. If a woman ap pears to do wrong, there is probably some brute of a man behind her forcing uer to ao it." " I thought she was to be your wife." "Sheismv wife in soul and feelinfr. No one, thank God. can help that. If "I was Clarke I would as willingly marry a corpse as Christine Stromberg. Do not speak of her again, Louis. The poor innocent child 1 God bless her!" and he burst into a passion of weeping that alarmed his friend for his reason, but which wns probably its salvation. In a week Franz had left for Europe, and the next Christmas Christine and James Barker Clarke were married, and began housekeeping in a style of ex- travaeant splendor. People wondered and exclaimed at Christine's reckless expenditure, her parents advised, her husband scolded ; but though she never disputed them, she quietly ignored all their suggestions. Mie went to Paris, and lived like a princess; Korne, Vienna, and London wondered over her beauty and her splendor; and wherever she went, Franz followed hr quietlv. haunting her magnificent salons like a wretched specter. They rareiy or never epoke Beyond a erave inclination of the head, or a look whose profound misery he onlv understood, she gave him no recogni tion. The world heid her name above reproach, and considered that she had done very well to herself. Ten Years passed awav. but tho changes they brought were such as the world regards as natural and inevitable. Christine's mother died, nnd her father married nean : and Christine bad a son and daughter. Franz watched anxiously to see li this new love would bienu up the icy coldness of her manners. Some times he was conscious of feeling angrily jealous of the children, but lie always crusned down the wretched passion. "If Christine loved a flower, would I not love it also?" he asked himself; "and theso little ones, what have they doncP" So at last he got to separate them entirely frcm every one but Chris tine, and to regard theja at part and portion of his love. But at the end of ten years a change came, neither natural or expecieu. Franz was walking moodily about his library one night, when l.,oun carts e to tell him of it. Louis was no lonircr young, and was married now, for ho hid found out that the beaten track u safe.it. "tranz," he and. "have vou heard about ClarkeP His affahs.re IrighttuLy wrong, ana no suot mmscit an Hour ago" " And Christine? Does sho knowP Who has gone to her?" "My wife is with her. Clarke shot himself in his own room. Christine was the first to reach him. He left a letter gay in it he was absolutely ruined." " Where will Christine nnd tho child ren go! ' " I suppose to her father a. Not a pleasant place for her now. Christine's step-mother dislikes both her and the children." iranz said no more, and Louis went away with a feeling of disappointment. " I thought ho would have done some thing for her." he said to his wife. " Poor Christine will be very poor and dependent." len days alter he came home with a different story. "There never was a woman as lucky about money as Cousin Christine," he said. "Hardy & Ball sent her notice to-day that the property at rtyeoeacu semea on ner oeiore her marriage by Mr. Clarke was now at her disposal. It seems the old gentleman anticipated the result of hu wild specu lations, and iu order to provide for his wife, quietly bought and placed in Hardy's charge two beautifully fur nished cottages. There is something liko an accumulation of sixteen thous and dollars of rentage; and as one is luckily empty, Christine and the child ren are going there at once. 1 always thought the propeity was Hardy's own before. Very thoughtful in Clarke." " It is not like Clarke one bit. I don't believe ue ever did it. It is some ar rangement of Franz Muller's." For goodness' sake don't hint such a thing, Lizzie I Christine would not go, and we should have her here very soon. Besides, 1 don't believe it. Franz took the news very coolly, and he has kept ouu of my way since." The next day Louis was more than ever of hia wife's opinion. " What do you think, Lizzie?" he said. "Franz came to me to-day and asked if Clarke did not once loan me two thousand dollars. I told him Clarke gave me two thousand about the time we were married." "'Bay loaned, Louis,' he answered, to oblige me. Here is two thousand, and the interest for six years. Go and pay it to Christine; she must need money. So I went." "Is she settled comfortably?" "Oh, very. Go and see her often. Franz is sure to marry her, and he is growing richer every day." It seemed as if Louis' prediction would come true. Franz began to drive out every afternoon to Ryebeach. At first lie contented himself with just passing Christine's gate. But he soon began to stop for the children, and having taken them to a drive, to rest awhile on tho lawn, or in the parlor, while Christine made him a cup of tea. For Ftunz tired very easily now, and Christine saw what few others noticed : he had become pale and emaciated HnH the least exertion left him weary and breathless. She knew in her heart that it was the last summer he would be with her. Alas! what apitiful shadow of their first onel It was hard to con trast the ardent, handsome lover of ten years ago with the white, silently happy man who, when October came, had only strength to sit and hold her hand, and gaze with eager, loving eyes into her face. One day his physician met Louis on Broadway. "Mr. Curtin," he said, " your friend Muller is very ill. I con sider his life measured by days, perhaps hours. Ue has long had ortranio disease of the heart. It is near the last." "Does he know itP" " Yes. he has known it lone. Better see him at once." So Louis went at once. Ho found Franz calmly making ids last prepara tions for the great event. "I am glad vou are come, L,ouis," he said : " I was going to send for you. See this cabinet full of letters. I have not strength lett to destroy tliem; burn them for me when when I am gone. This small packet is Christine's dear little notes; bury them with me ; there are ten of them, every one ten years old." "is that all, dear jranzP" "Yes; my will has lone been made. Except a legacy to yourself all eoes to Christine dear, dear Christine'.'' " You love her yet, then, Franz?" " What do you meanP I have loved her for ages. I shall love her forever. She is the other half of my soul. In some lives I have missed her altogether; let me be thankful that she has come so near to me in this one." "Do you know what you are savins. Franz?" " Very clearly, Louis. I have alwavs believed with the oldest philosophers that souls were created in pairs, and that it is permitted them in 'their toil some journey to purity and heaven some times to meet and comfort each other. Do you think I saw Christine for the first time in your uncle's parlor? Louis, I hava tairer nnd grander memories of her than any linked to this life. I must leave her now for a little. God knows when and where we meet again; but He does know; that is my hope and consolation." Whatever were Louis's private opin ions about Franz's theology, it was im possible to dissent at that hour, and he took his mend s last instructions and farewell with such irentle. solemn feel ings as had long been strange to his heiirt. In tho afternoon Franz was driven out to Christines. It was the Inst physical effort ho was cnpable of. No one saw the parting of those two souls. lie went with Christine s arms around him, and her lips whispering tender, hopeful farewells. It was noticed, how ever, that after Franz's death a strange change came over Christine a beautiful nubility and calmness . f character, and a gentle setting of her life to the loftiest aims. Louis said she had been wonderfully moved by the papers Franz left. The ten letters she had written during the spring-time of their love went to the grave with him, but the rest were of such an extraordinary nature that Louis could not refrain from showing them to his cousin, and then at tier request leav ing them for her to dispose of. They were indeed letters written to herself under every circumstance of life, nnd directed to every placa in which she had sojourned. In all of them she was addressed as "Beloved Wife of mv Soul," me! in this way the poor fellow had consoled his breaking, longing heart. To some of them ho had written im aginary answers, but as these all re ferred to a linan' ial secret known oniy to the parlies concerned in Christine's nnd his own sacrifice, it was proof posi tive that ho had written only for his own comfort. But it was pcriiaps well they fell into Christine's hands; she could not but be a better woman for reading the simple records of a strife which set perlect unseihshness and childlike submission as the goal ot its duties. Soven years after Franz s death Chris tine and her d lUghter died together of the Roman fiver, and James Barker Clarke junior was left sole inheritor of franz s wealth. "A German dreamer!" Ah. weli. there are dreamers, and dreamers. And perchance lie that seeks fame, nnd he that seeks gold, and he that seeks power, may all alike, when this shadowy existence is over, look back upon lite "as a dream when one awaketu. '"Harper's Weekly. The Railway op Vesuvius. The new railway up Vesuvius re- dnces the time required for the ascent irom an. hour and a halt to eight min utes. It riiLS aimost perpendicularly at an angle of seventy degrees. The train, says a correspondent of the Lon don Times, consists of a single carriage attached to a rope, and carrying ten persons omy, and aj tho ascending car riage starts another, counterbalancing it, comes down from the summit, the weight of each being five tons. The can i-.iges are so constructed that, rising or descending, tho passenger sits on a level plane, and whatever emotion or hesitation may be felt on starting changes, before one has risen twenty meters, into a feeling of perfeit security. The motion, a'.so, is very gentle and the effect is magnificent, if not, indeed, grandly awful, as when hanging mid way against the side of the cone, one looks from the window directly upward or downward along the line, which, its slight incline alone excepted, is perfectly perpendicular. Dismounting at a little station at the summit, one on scarcely be said to clamber to the edge of the crater, for tho company have cut a con venient winding path up which all, ex cept tue agcu, neavy or iceble can walk with ease. "Are tho seeds of the future lying under the leaves of the past?" is the very pertinent inquiry of a knowledge seeker. They may be; or it's barely possible that the seeds of the past rv ljing under the leaves of the future; or the leaves of the future may be lying under the seeds of the past ; or the seeds of the leaves may be lying under the future of tae past at anv rate soma- thing is lying, and if you expeot to get through a heated political camnalim without it, there's where you dispose of i it. i. t . r yourgeu. iugrannn inafpenaeni. vice-president of thu American society vi mivh tuniucio, tbapucuia maw Amen can locomotives, wuicu nave at leott as great epeed as any in the world, can also pull greater trains and travel moro Will's III B jcai man auy UUUTB. TI4TELT TOPICS, At a Cincinnati brewery there is a machine recently imported from Ger many which is under contract to make a ton of ice or to produce cold equal to a ton of ice for ninety cents. The plan is to Btation the machine in a side building, and to send the cold air or water through tunnels in the street into the cellars. In the fermenting cellars cold water is sent by pipes through the tubs, having coil pipe inside. Into the storing cellars, where the beer is in casks, the cold blast is.injected full into the cellar, turning it into a monster refrigerator. The estimates are care fully made, and confidence is expressed in the success of the plan. The rapidity with which the railroads from the Indus valley to Sibi, at the mouth of Bolan rass, have been con structed exceeds that of any similar work in the United States, the country of fast railroad building. The distance from Lakken. in the Indus valley, to Sibi is 134 miles, and the railroad over this distance was finished in 101 con secutive days. The lost sixty-two miles occupied exactly one month irom noon of December 14 to January 14. The Inst ninety miles ran through a desert, and all food, water and means of shelter had to be transported by truin. The consumption of water by the men and animals was 30,000 gallons a day, and in some cases the engines had to run 200 miles without stopping to take water. A writer on Australian life in the Boston Commercial Bulletin teils how a sick man was found by his mate at the diggings murdered, and his gold gone. The culprit was found, but contrived that night to escape with the money, which, for safe keeping, had been placed in the place of detention. Nothing could be heard of him, but a few days later came the following: " Mr. Mag istrate : Jim Bell (the murdered man) w as otce a mate of mine. He was a good man. You will find his murderer at the head of Dead Horse gully. 1 have kept the gold for a reward. Kas GAroo Bill, captain of the bushrang ers." They found the murderer's re mains a fleshless skeleton, every bone picked clean. He had been staked down on the ground, with his back to an nnt hill, and left for the ants to eat him alive. A more awful retribution can scarcely be conceived. At a recent meeting of tho Dulwich (England) College Geological club Mr. B.G.Jenkins read a paper on "The Origin of Waves of Cold." The object of the paper was to show the very re markable effect of the planet Venus upon the earth. Many years ago the present astronomer royal proved that the dis turbing effect of this planet was so great that the earth was materially pulied out of its orbit. Mr. Jenkins shows that it is to this disturbing notion wo must look for an explanation of the cold waves which roll through the atmosphere on an average every eieht years as in 1829, 1837, 1815, 1835, 1800, 1871, 18U-and that for the next forty years tho tem perature will bo below the average, as it has durit g the past forty years been above the average. Withregurd to high temperature, he stated that tor the last fifty years a heat wave has been ob served to pass over tho earth every twelve years, nearly and contemporary with tho arrival of the planet Jupiter about perihelion, and that we are on the eve ot the next heat wave. In one of several suit3 in the United States circuit court, recently brought by the Adams and the Southern express companies against certain bouti e;-n railroad corporations, il was stii'.ed that these two companies cover 21,200 miles of railroad, employ 4.300 persons, and make 900 daily trip3 over 61,000 miles, aggregating nearly 20,000,000 miles of travel annually. For the transporta tion of their freight, they pay the railroad companies over $2,(100,000 a year. In 18,8 they carried lor tho government 81.200.000.000. In 1S70 they carded $611,000,000 for 'the government and $1,080,000,000 tor the public, hi New York city Adani3 express com pany receives and delivers an average of 14,000 packages daily, nnd uses 918 horses. The invested CHpital of all the express companies in tho United States exceeds $30,000,000. The express busi ness has grown to these enormous pro portions in about forty years. It was in 1830 that William F.IIarnden made a trip from Boston to New York as a public messenger, having in his charge some packages, commercial paper and orders. In 1810 a rival exrrtss line wus started between the same two cities by A Ivan Adams and P. B. Burke. In 1811 Mr. William B.Dinsmore became a part ner, and took charge of the New York branch of the business. Tho success of these pioneers led to the formation of other lines between other citic. Words of Wisdom Knowledge may slumber in the mem ory, but it never aies; it is like the dormouse in the ivied tower, that sleeps while winter lasts, but awakes with the warm breath of spring. Do all in your power to teach your children self-government. If a child is passionate, teach him by patient and gentle means to curb his temper. II he r i 1.1 . 1:1 1 : . 1 in Kreeuy, cuiuvuie uuernuiy in mm. If he is selfish, promote generosity. It is not the same thing to be wife that it is to understand; for manv. indeed, are wise in the things oi etern ity who cannot in any sort understand them. Knowledge is nought if it hath not its use tor piety, Good words do more than hard speeches; as the sunbeams, without any noise, make the traveler cast off his cloak, which all tho blustering wind could not do, but only make him V .1 L 1 . . , ! uiuu it closer 10 uim , The richer one is in moral excellence the nobler should he appear in kind consideration for all around him. Penu riousness and selfishness would bedim all his virtues, as rust will destroy tho luster 01 tue most brilliant metal. It ii not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding lor a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet. It is not he that reads most, but he that meditates most on Divine truth, that will prove me choicest, strongest curistion. Timid oassenser fas the ruin frocli. encd) Is there any danger? Tar(omin ousiy ven, mem as likes a good, ftin u noitcr nave u w-aay. L'ircus Manngement, While so much of our wonder and admiration is expended upon the per formance of the acrobats, the feats of tho lady riders, and the amazing sa gacity of tho trains i animals, in reality the most marvelous thing about the circus is the circus itself; that is, the manner in which this great composite body of men, wagons, beasts, tents and innumerable and indescribable para phernalia is transported about the country, and made to appeariin work ing order within the shortest possible space of time. For the benefit of our readers who have not studied the matter out, we will describe the arrangements made by a leading manager for accom plishing this most wonderful under taking. First a number of capable and intelligent persons are secured, whose business it is to travel ahead and prepare the way for the coming circus. These hire grounds suitable for the purpose, and engage bill-posters, who placard the town with large and brilliantly colored pictorial representa tions of the performances. They dis tribute printed bills containing the names of the performers, and also give a description of the procession, and the route it wili take in parading through the town. These are distributed in all the villages within a radius of fifteen miles. Lengthened advertisements are also inserted in all the local newspapers, and it is no uncommon thing, as those oi us who have lived in small places know, for a general holiday to be held upon the day of their grand procession through tho town. Previous to tho company arriving, the "tent men," with the baggage wagons, proceed to the field, erect the tent, make the ring, and prepare for the various performances, fixing up hurdles, sates nnd all the requisite paraphernalia, liy the time the com- piny arrives everything is prepared. Ihe horses nre stabled, groomed and fed, the " tableau carriages," as they are called, ore washed, and everything made ready for the grand parade, which usuall? starts from the tent about an hour anda half previous to the first per formance. Tho show commences after the parade, the first one occupying about two hours. After this is over the performers dine, and rest until evening, the second performance com mencing about seven, and terminating about ten o'clock. Immediately after the last act, the whole of the company are advised at what hour in the morning they will be required to start- lor the next place. This of course depen 's, in agre at measure, upon the length of the ejurney and the state ot the roads, ino usual time for start in z is about five o'clock, and they travel ut the rate of five or six miles an hour. The tent and baggage men leave earlier. Many of the principal members of tho company have their own living carriages, which are fitted up with every convenience, and a very jolly and healthy life the oc cupants lead. Two performances are nvanably given ea'jh day, consisting ot the usual equestrian and gymnastic feats, horse nnd pony racing, hurdle leaping, and Roman chariot races. In New Mexico, Mrs. Lrv Benedict draws this picture of life in New Mexico : We observe an other Asian custom here, that of sleep- ns on the roots in suuirar. 1 he Heav enly nights invite one out, and the flat housetop is a much plea?anter place to m ike one's bed than the cellar -liko in terior, with its earthy scents. The sluggard Mexican, who has killed the lonir hours ol tho common enemy by dozing iu the sun, rouses toward sunset and spreads out the colchon or wool mattress, or a bed ot skins It they are very poor. I ho stairway 13 a rickety ladder, leaninK against the outer wall of the mud house, and the rapidity and ease with which the natives so up and down is surprising. 1 have seen women carry jars of water on their head, not spilling a drop, n3 they a-cend tho ladder, touching it only with their icei. mo out people mummies of the time of Cheopj go to bed at tsunset; a little later the children and chickens hop up the loose rounds: then the lord of the estate nnd his dusky spouse, with her cat; and lastly the atty doss, moving nimbly as the trained ones ot the circus. Haul up the Judder, and the castle is secure. There is no fear of ra'n. There is no tlew, no log or mist to blur the clear Binning of the stars above, rue low wind n the very breath of heaven; tho bright night is iiued with sleep. A Remarkable L'eutcuavlau. a remarKanie centenarian Jives near Greenup, Ky. Andrew Hood was born near Winchester, Va., Uctober 17, 17fcu Accustomed to wild frontier life, his father got tired of Virginia as the advancing civilization approached his settlement, and when Andrew was eleven years old the mnjor removed thence to a place tight miles below Prcstonsburg and subsequently to the mouth of the Little Sandy, in Greenup c: uuiv. where ne aua an-i was buried. He speaks lumiliarly of D.uiiel Boone. who was a hunting companion of dis t:ither, and whose departure tor MiS' souri in a flat botto ned boat lie dis tinctly recollects. Were it not for his almost total deafness many interesting facts might be learned irom him. His habits are nuite peculiar. Ho sleeps ali day, retiring when the sun rises, and sits up from sunset till the nest morn iue. He takes three meals a day. never smokes, but chews moderately ; used to arinn whisky, but has reioimed, and loves to poke n fire which burns on tho hearth summer and winter. A Guano Lizard. There is displayed in a gla?s case in Baltimoro a living specimen of the guano lizard, lately brought from the Navassa islands iu t"e brig Komanee This handsome crawler is three feet in lenztb, two-thirdsof which is tail, with the head ot a crocodile, an enormous mouth, with two dangerous rows of sharp serrated teeth, two pouches or sacs at the base of the jaw, a loose skin of a dirty brown color, and a curie us no dosity near the tip ot its nose, it is one ot the iai cest oi tuo species ever seen and on account of the size of the sacs and the nodosity, is supposed to be forty or hft vears old by people who are ac customed to t hem in the guano islands It stands its chance ot quarters remark ably well, and is lively enough, but its vicious temper is cxnibited iu its wicked-looking eye and its attempt to snap at a hand or stick that is placed near it. Its appetite is excellent, and it maiiAirea to ifet a Ion 2 comiortab v on I crackers, cabbage, etc. An Autumn rictnre. Sky deep, Intonse, and wondrous blue, With clouds that tail the heavens through And mountain slopes so broad and fair, With hore and there, amongst the green, A maple or an ash-tree seen In glowing color, bright and rare. Green Holds, where silvery ripples fade, With cattle resting in the shade; Far mountains, touched with purple kaio That, like a veil ot morning mist, By gleams of golden sunlight kissed, Seems but a breath of by-gone days. And clover which has bloomed anew Since shining soythes did out it through, And corn-fields with thoir harvest fair, And goldon-rod upon the hill, And purple asters blooming still, And sunlight melted into air. Dora Read Goodale, in Scribntr, ITEMS OF INTEKEST., Dead issues Old newspapers. A man over-bored ! The editor. Every tramp carries a roamin' nose. A crowing business The gardener's. Borne Sentinel- The volunteer force of England now numbers 200,000 men. Early to bed and early to rise Is the beat way to escape the flios. Two-thirds of the world's trouble lies between an extinguished light and the edge of the bed. There are about 13.000 distinct char itable foundations in London in connec tion with the city parishes. Never look down upon a man be cause of his occupation. The collector of kitchen relume may be an offal nice man. " The old home ain't what it U3ed to be," as the old man said when a cyclone struck his domicile, Keokuk (Jale Uuy. " That sermon did me eood." said one friend to another after hearing an elo quent preacher. "We sha.l see," was the reply. Just bear this maxim in your mind. and beforo you get very mad : It's easy enough to sparK a gin, out hard to spark her dad. " I called twice and found you out," said Mrs. Jones. " Very good," said Mrs. Smith. " I had to cail but once to find you out." A New York eirl swam two miles in thirty-one minutes, but while she was doing it, however, she had to kick out like a man. Tanner's fast established one great fact, viz. : That a man, even the poor est, can get along in the world without a free lunch. A man at Augusta, Ga., on receiving a doctor's bill lor medicine and visits. wrote that he would pay for the medi cine and return the visits. "Have animals a sense of humorP" asks Evelyne. They have, and there's lots ot it in a mute's hind leg tor the fellow who contracts to pick it un. Owryo Record. A man in Bellefontaine, Ohio, thought that certain allusions in a ser mon by the Rev. A. II. Windsor were personal, and after the services he knocked the preacher down with a club. Sabethia is a Kansas vi.lage with a cemetery. Ihere is a sign painted on the fence opposite the cemetery, reading : ' lokeep outot that place across the oad, get your medicine at the corner drug store." They were at a dinner party, and he remarked that ho supposed she was fondot ethnology. She said she was, but she wus not very well, and the doc tor had told her not to est anything for dessert but oranges. Lcadville, Col., from an uninhabited spot, has become a city of 40,000 inhabi tants in less lhau three years, and has produced in bullion from January 1, 1879, to April 1, 1&8J filteen months $10117,131, or over $1,000,000 per month. The California magnates are credited with un amount of wealth which would comfortably support a small country. Mr. Charles Crocker is stated to be worth $31,405,458, Mr. Lclnnd Stanford $34,613,308, and Mrs. Mary F. S. Hop kins $25,280,972. We notice that ice at one cent a pourd shows the same tendency to melt that it used to when it was only twenty-five cents a hundred ; and the children who follow the ice carts rarely get a big enough waste piece to make a respecta ble suck. Jsew nave . licyisier. An exchange informs us that "a Chinese soldier lias an ear cut off each time he deserts and is r. captured." In case he deserts a dozen times, the mili tary authorities are going to have some trouble to inflict the punishment in each case. Very lew Chinese soldiers are born with twelve ears, and we don't suppose he could borrow a few auricu lar appendages irom a comrade lor such a purpose. A tender young potato bug Sat swinging on a vine, Aud sighed uulo a maideu bug, ' I pray you wM be mine." Then totily spake the nmi len bag, " I love you fond and true, ll.it Oli! my eruel-heorled par Won't let me marry you." With scorn upon his buggy brow, With glances co d and keen, Tfmt haughty lover answered her, " I think your pir-is green." You may often make a man u.ad by telling him to do the very thing he wants to do. For instance, when a m in has lost all patience under the heat, don't, as you value your li to, tell him to keep cool ; when a mau is putting up a stovepipe, or is trying to, rattier, go not tell him to join the lengths " right there:" when a man has slipped down on the sidewalk, count a hundred, and forget your purpose in the nines, beiore you tell him to get up. Fond da Lac Reporter. At the Panoptikon of Dresden there is on exhibition a curious piece of me chanism, entitled "liet Up." uver a bed is a dial, the index of which is set over night to the hour at which the sleeper wishes to arise in the morning, which, when it reaches the bsd, as a mild preliminary to more decisive ac tion, lights a powerful lamp, so placed as to cast its rays directly on the slug gard . Should this gentle hiut fail, live minutes later the bed (.utomatieilly falls assunder, causing its sleepy occu pant to laise to the floor with a force and suddenness that prove fatal to slum her. 1
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