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The l.nlcsl Chinese Outrage.
It wns noon by the inn ; we had flniihed our
gme
And wag panKiu' remarks goin' back to our
claim
Jones wag oouutiu' bis chips, Hmilh rellsvln'
his mind
Of ideas that a " straight " should best "three
of a kind,"
Whoa Johnson, of Elko, cmo galtopin' down.
With a look on hli face 'twixt a grin tnd a
frown,
And he call " Drop your hovel, and face
right about
For thera Chloose from Murphy's are clcario'
us out
With their cblng a ring chow,
And their chio oolorow,
They re bent upon uiaklug
No slouch of a row."
Then Jonos my own pardner looks up with
a sigh,
"It's your wash bill," sea he, and I aniwers,
You lie I"
But afore he could draw, or the others could
arm,
Up tumbles the Bates' boys who heard the
alarm.
And a yell from the bill top, and roar of a
gong,
Mixed up with remarks like " HI 1 yl ! Chang-a-wong
1"
And bombs, shells and cracker that crashed
through the trees
Revealed iu their war-togs four hundred Chi
nees t
. Four hundred, Chinee !
We are eight, don't you sea ?
That made a square fifty
To just one o' we.
" They were dressed in their bent, bat I grieve
that that same
Was largoly made up of our own, to their
. shame.
And my pur l tier's boat shirt and his trouser.
Were huiijf
On a spear, aud above him were tauntingly
. swung
While th it bsgirsr Chey Lee, like a conjuret
at, . .
rulliu' out egg aud chickens from JohnsonV
best hat j
And Bites' game rooster was p rt of theu
Mo.t,"
And all of Smith's ,lgi were! akyugled to boot
But the olimix was reached and I liked to hav
diud
When my demijohn, empty, came down the
billaiJa 1
Down the hillside I
What onoa hcl I the pride
Of liiberton cou ty,
Titchel down the hillside !
Then we axed for a parley, Wheu out of the
din
To the front oomen a-rockin that hea'hen, Ah
Sio 1
" You owe flowty dollee me whee you camp,
You cutcbee my wjHliee-nie catcheeno stamp;
Oue dollar hap-dozen, me no catchee yet.
Now that flowty dollee uo bub ? how can get ?
Me s&tohee yom piggee -me sellee for cash,
It catchee me lioee you catchee no " hash ;"
Me belly good shelitf we lebbee whoo oan,
Mo alloe same halp pin as Melicsn man !'
But Melican man
He watihee him pan
On bottom aide hillee,
And catchee how can ?" j
" Are we men?" says Joe Johnson, "aud list
. to this Jaw j
Without process of warrant, or color of law ?
Are we men or a-chew !" here Le gasped lu
hi speech ' .
For ' a stink-pot had fallen Just cut of bis
reach
. " Shall we stand here, as idle, and let Asia
. . pour .... 1 .
Her barbario hordes on this civilized shore?
Has the White Man no country ? Are we left
. in the lurch ?
And likewise what's gone of the Established
Church?
One man to four hundred is great odds, I own,
But this yer's a White Man I plays it alore !'
Acd he sprang up the bill-side to stop him
none dare
Til a yell f rem the top told a " White Man
was there ! '
A White Man was there !
We prayed he ui'gbt spare
Thoue misguided Heathens
The few clothes they wear.
They fled, and he followed, but no matter
where
They flad to escajw him, the " White Man was
there" "
Till we missed first his voioe on the pine-wood-ed
slope,
Aud we knew for the Heathen henoeforth was
o hope,
And the yell they grew fainter when Peterson
aid
" It simply was human to bury his dead."
And then with slow tread
We crept up in dread,
But fouud nary mortal there
Living or dead.
But there was his trail, and the wsy that they
came,
And yonder, no doubt, he was bagging bis
game,
When Jones drops his piok-axe, and Thompson
Bays " Shoo !"
Aud both of 'em points to a cage of bamboo,
Uauging down from a tree with a label that
swung
Conspicuous with letters in some foreign
tongue.
Which, when freely translated, the same did
appear
Was the Chinese fur sayUg: " A White Man is
hure 1"
Aud ine drew near
Iu auger aud fear
Bouud hand aud foot, Johnson
l.uuLi'.JI do u n itU a Ur !
Tn bis mouth was an opium pipe which was
why
Ha leered at us so with a drunken-bke eye I
They bad shaved off his eyebrows, and tacked
on a cue,
Thy had painted bis face of a coppery hue,
And rigged blm all up In a beathenlnh snit,
Then softly departed, each man with bis
-loot."
Yes, every galoot,
And Ah Bin, to boot, .
Had left blm there banging ;
Like ripening fruit.
At a mass meeting held up at Murphy's next
day,
Thera were seventeen speakers, and each bad
hi say
There were twelve revolutions, that instantly
passed,
And aach resolution was worse than the last;
1 here were fourteen petition wbleh, grant
ing the same.
Will determine what Governor Murphy's shall
name.
And the man from our dis'rkt that goes up
Meat year,
Ooe up on one Issue that's patent and clear)
" Can the work of a mean,
Degraded, Boolean,
Believer In Buddha
Be held as a lien? '
- Brtt Uarte, i W ' fipirUofth Tin.
A St. Valentine Experiment.
It was the eve of Saint Valentine's
day. Two girls were sitting tefore a
bright open lire in tbe oozy sitting room
of an old-fashioned bouse amongst the
New Hampshire hills. It was a bo tit
twenty years ago, when open Area were
more In vogue than now. The warm
glow glinted and glimmered upon the
walls and furniture and touched the
forms and faces of the girls with a ten
der, p jo tie grace. "Now'i our clianoe
to have a peep into, futurity," said Qraoe
Elmore, the younger and gayer of the
two. " If we walk down cellar back
wards with a looking glass at the witch
ing hour of midnight, we a hall see our
future " .
" I shouldn't dare to try the experi
ment," said Irene JBereaford. ' I've
heard of persons seeing their coffins in
stead of a true lover. Poor May Oav
lord tried it last year, and though she
wouldn't mention what she saw, she told
me before bhe died that she could never
think of that nigl t without a shudde'
. " Nonsense I how superstitions you
are !" said the more practical Qraoe.
" How can yon believe such things.
Now, I haven't the least idea either lover
or ooflln would appear. If I should try
the experiment, I should only do it for a
lark."
"Call it superstition, or what you
like," returned Irene, "I know that
many fine, high-wrought, aud yet pow
erfni natures, are strongly controlled by
such notions. You know we have high
authority for the assertion that ' there
are stranger things ia earth and heaven
than is dreamt of in our philosophy.'
I do not believe in supernatural influ
ences, subject to laws whose workings
we do not understand, but which are
none the less real. Now, I'm just sen
sitive enough oowardly, if yon like
to prefer doing almost anything dis
agreeable to the ordeal of walking down
cellar alone at that hour."
i " Well, there's no need of our discuss
ing this subject before Paul in such a
gloomy manner," said Grace, hastily.
"He's low-spirited enough now, aren't
you, Paul ?" getting up and crossing the
room to the side of Paul, who was re
clining upon a low lounge that sat in a
recess. " I guess you weren't noticing
what we were saying," she oontiued, as
he did not speak. " Come, coa," pat
ting him on the cheek, "ehemp, and
let ua have some fun on the eve of dear
old Saint Valentine."
I did hear what you were talking
about," he said, quietly, "audi agree
with Irene. I believe '
" O yes. of course you believe any
thing that's diurnal, and hateful, and
disagreeable. Come, Irene, help me
wheel him around out of theee shadows;
he'll never move unless we do, and see
if this bright firelight won't dipel these
dismal ideas.
Irene lent a hand, thoueh the ooou-
pant protested, and the lounge was
placed before the rosy firelight. Then
Mary, the houuekeeper brought in ap
ples and cuts and cider, and tbe girls
ate and drank and laughed and juked
with intent to cheer up their invalid
cousin, who was in a decline, some said,
and others that he was only low-spirited.
Paul Weutworth wa a dreamy, imag
inative youth of nineteen, whose seuHi
tive temperament had acquired a morbid
tint from the misplaced kindneas of an
indulgent mother. Believing him too
delicate for the rough-and-tumble play
of ordinary boyhood, she had treated
him like a hot-house plant, which had
further strengthened this tendency, tshe
had died suddenly a few weeks Wfore
the opening of our story, and the shock
had thrown him into a state of hopeless
despondency. Ilis two cousins from a
neighboring town were spending a few
days at the farm-house, trying to cheer
np his spirits, but all their efforts were
in vain.
As he Bat before a oozy fire in his sleep
ing room after the girls had retired, his
unnaturally bright eyes and the vivid
dubh on his cheek seemed good evidences
of the truth of his friends' fears, that
consumption was doing its work. The
subject on which the girls had been
speaking in the nmt of the evening had
a strange fascination for him, and he
was resolved to try the experiment of
which thy had spoken. Not that he
really believed that there was any truth
in the matter, only he felt a strange
longing which was quite consistent with
linen a nature as rhis to experiment in
something which had a suggestion of the
supernatural. He had no fear of death,
indeed he had a sort of morbid longing
lor it; so ir he saw his coffin, he felt tin
it would not UDnerve him. The thought
ne.pt mm hopeful, and he sat in a low
chair before the Are glancing occasional
ly at the clock until the handspointed
to five minutes before twelve. His room
opened on the sitting room. He took a
small looking glass that hung on the wall
and a lamp, and passed through tbe sit
ting room to the kitchen. The house
was still as death. All the inmates ex
cept himself were Bleeoincr in the cham
bers. He heard the clock strike the
mystical midnight hour, as be opened
the cellar door, which creaked noisily,
lie descended the steps slowly, for walk
ing backwards down stairs is a slightly
difficult performance. He trembled so
violently by this time with excitement
that he could scarcely hold the light. As
his feet touched the bottom, the cellar
ixH-ume illuminated with a weird light
distinct from that shed by his lamp, and
he seemed for a moment to lose his own
identity, as in the glass, from which he
never took his charmed gaze, he beheld
looking over his shoulder the fair face
framed in golden curls of his cousin
Irene I It is doubtful if his coffin would
have startled him half so much as this
unexpected apparition. He was paraly
sed for a moment. Then the vision
glided away as noiselessly as it came;
and, without stopping to investigate, be
reasoended the stairs as hastily as his
trembling limbs would allow, and the
cellar door closed with a bang. The
sound acting on his overwrought nerves
canned him to drop tbe looking glass,
and it fell on the kitchen floor with a
loud crash and was shivered to atoms.
He hurried into his room, undressed and
crept into bed. He lay a long time iu
a dased, bewildered state, for thoughts
of a lady love had never before entered
his head, and when at last he slept his
dreams were ol his fair-faced cousin who
had showed herself to him in such a
weird, mystical manner.
Next morning when Mary entered the
kitchen she was startled by the sight of
the shattered looking-glass on the floor.
With considerable superstition about
such mishaps, she gathered up the
fragments in an awed sort of way, and
saw that it was the one that had hung
in Paul's room ! She considered it as a
mysterious omen of ill to him, but
checked herself from asking ,him about
it, as she feared tbe effect on his nerves.
She confided the matter to the girls as
soon as possible in an awed whisper.
"I guess it's easily enough explain
ed," said Grace, in a light tone. " Let's
ask Paul about it. I-shouldn't wonder
if he did it himself."
" O, no; you musn't mention it,"
anid t lie excited woman. "If he did,
it's ull the worse for him ; but I wouldn't
have him questioned on the matter it
would only excite him. Poor dear I he
won't be long after his mother."
Irene regarded the oiroumstance as
singular, but said little, and Grace kept
her secret for the time resolved to see
the end before she revealed it.
But whether or not a broken looking
glass is ever an omen of ill, it was not so
m this case. The sudden 6hock to his
nerves reacted with a beneficial effect
upon his whole system. From tnat
night his health improved rapidly.. He
ceased to brood morbidly over the
memory of his mother. His counte
nance lost its absent, dreamyjerpression,
and his actions betokened the workings
of a hitherto latent energy. He never
mentioned the glasa, for he would
rather have died than revealed what he
had seen to the girls, aud he was too in
genuous to tell the story wih any false
varuixhing ; but he wondered secretly
why Mary had never sxken of it. He
commenced to manifest a bashful re
serve towards Irene, which she did not
know how to interpret. He had im
prove! so much, Grace said, through
their influence, that they returned home
with a promise from him of a speedy
vibit. When he clasped Irene's hand in
the good-bye, a strange thrill shot
through his frame, for he felt convinced
that some time in the future bhe was to
he his wife.
" Ieave the farm iu charge of Johu
and Mary and go Weht with me."
Paul's eyes kind'.-d with a new ani
mation. .
" I'm sure, uncle, I'm willing to do
anything you think bet. I foci as if I
had only just begun to live."
" Well, you'il have enough to do out
there to make a man of you. Three or
four years of brihk, active life will
change you so your fiicuJa won't know
you. Your mother wua my only and dear
Mater " here hia voice faltered a little.
Perhaps she petted you more than was
good for you; but she infant all right.
I saidmhen I started for New Hauip
ahire: 'If Rachel's by iihU a helpiug
hand. I ll give it to him.' "
Ho the farm was h it iu care of thev
faithful man and woimfti who ha 1 JtxMn
with Mrs. Wentworth ever aiune her hu
band's death, and Paul aocoiupanieid hia
uncle to hia western home, where he
doing a thriving busiuoaa. The chan
of scene and active employment a-Ul
like an elixir. At thu end of four yrars
the tall, blender atriphog developed into
a atrong, broad-etiouldcrd, full chested
young man, with oulv tho daik, hand
some yes and bnal, white brw re
maining to identify the 1'uul Wentworih
of yore. All this time he had cL ri!ict
the memory of Irene. They 1ml kept
up a oorre(pouu'U lit a cou;uiy
fabhion, but no word of love Lad l u
bpokeu. They exchau' d 1'iotiin s. ll i J
ftue was the amue lu.id, low-! y mm l.r j
remembered t-iug four yeais , in iho J
glass on that well-remembered night,
but his was so changed, and for the bet
ter, that with a cry of delight she
hastened to show it to Grace, now a wife
of one year.
" Would you have thought he would
have grown so strong-looking and hand
some, Grace f "
" Yes, I should, as soon as he got out
of leading strings. I sever believed he
was in a decline any more than I was,"
" He's coming home to visit us," said
Irene, with the least little flush on her
fair cheek. " He says he has sent this
picture as a forerunner."
" I shouldn't wonder if you fell in
love with him when, he comes," siid
Grace, mischievously. " You're half In
love with that ricture now, and I could
see that he liked you before he went
away. He must be intended for you, for
you ve given all your beaux the mitten,
which I guess von must be doing to
leave the coast clear for him."
" I have loved you, Irene, ever since
you and Grace visited me at the old
farm, after mother's death."
"I liked and pitied yon then," said
Irene, " but I never thought of love, at
least I don't think I did. "
" I don't know as I should, indeed I
don't think I should, have been living
now only for a violent shock I received
while yon were there."
"What was it?" questioned Irene,
eagerly.
"Do you remember a talk you aud
Grace had on Valentine eve about trying
experiments to find out who was your
true lover t"
" I think I do about walking down
cellar at dead of night with a looking
glass. We were sitting by the firelight.
Yes, that evening is distinct in my
memory."
as WWII A11 irrisiw 1ww wv sMtta A n1
fanciful 1 was, I thought it over after
Sou went to bed, and at midnight took a
imp and glass and went down cellar. I
expected to see my coffin. What d yon
think I saw instead ?"
"What?" asked Irene, breatMessly.
"Your face looked over my shoulder
in the glass. It was so unexpected that
it frightened me so I had just strength
enough left to get back to my room.
" Why, that was singular, Paul " said
Irene, with her blue eyes fixed on his
uanasome rase. "Ul course I was in
bed asleep. It seems foolish to attribute
such things to any cause but our own
imaginations, and yet a belief in the
supernatural clings to me, though Grace
is always laughing at me about it."
" Just iu time to explain that mys
terious supernatural, affair," said the
lovely Grace, walking in upon them
through the folding doors of the porlor.
I ve just been an unintentional listner
to your thrilling account of your mid
night exploit four years ago."
" Why. what do you know about it ?"
both asked.
" You saw your lovely cousin's face iu
the glass and thought it was her spirit
which your, influence had called away
from her body," said Grace in a tone of
playful banter. "Well, I'm sorry to
spoil your spiritual theories, but the
truth is, Irene was in the habit of walk
in her sleep occasionally, and on that
night she chose the cellar as the scene
of her pedestrian feat."
"Why, Grace, you never told me
that," said Irene in a surprised tone.
"Yon said I was ia the sitting-room.
but I never dreamed "
" I did not intend you should." inter
rupted Grace: " I knew it would fright
en you half to death, it was such a large,
caveruous, horribly suggestive old cel
lar, and you were always so afraid
of doing something dreadful in your
waiting nts. x woke and missed you.
I concluded you were at your usual
tricks . I couldn't find the lamp, so sup
ported you hatl taken it to light your
path. 1 stole down stairs softly. What
was my surprise when I opened the
chamber door into the kitchen to see our
invalid cousin hurrying from the direc
tion of the cellar door like one pursued.
He dropped the glues in his haste, which
Mary found the next morning and told
us about in a stage whisper. As soon
as he went out of sight I opened the cel
lar door. Yon, Irene, were just asooud
iug the steps serenely with the lamp in
your hand. I did not speak, but made
way for you and you passed up stairs. I
followed. I supposed that Paul had
seen you and been half frightened to
death, butwhen he began to improve
so fat it seemed that his fright had
operated bene-flcially."
"Well," said Irene, "to think you
never told me of this before I"
" I bided my time. Don't you ever
say, Paul, that a woman cannot keep a
secret. I always thought you were made
for each other. When you began to
eorreioud I knew pretty well how it
would end." Then the comical aspect
of the affair presented itself to the fertile
fancy of Grace, and she laughed hearti
ly. The others joined her, too happy.
U foel anything but amused over it.
" Theu it eeeins, Irene, that the pleas
aut little fancy of mine which I have
I'hensliod so long has been rudely swept
away by this terribly matter-of-fuct
couiu of ours, " said Paul.
" Yea," aaid bhe, "and I feel sort of
sorry."
"lia glad the illusion lasted till now.
It doeeu t alter the fact that we were
uiaie for each other, "aaid Paul, drawing
her fondly toward him and kissing her.
" Thut uiht I tegsn to live, and you
were the tinconoctoua matruinent of my
salvation.'
"do IboM) were wed,
'' And Btarniy raug the bells."
It it confidently believed that every
iimxI ru Lk tuuui waa m the cavalry dur
ii. g the war, aud heuoe his au lacity in
PARK, (MRDEX 15 D HOUSEHOLD.
Far N'elee.
The beat way to protect the bark of
trees from mice, rabbits or farm stock,
it to tie a small bundle of dead branches
around the part to be protected.
Care of the orchard, whether young or
old, will require good fences and gates
to keep out intruders of all kinds. A
stray ox or horse may cause serious dam
age in a young orchard.
The constituents of soot are those once
forming fertilizing material of the soil.
They are valuable, whether of coal or
wood, and contain charcoal, ammonia,
compounds, muriatic acid, lime, mag
esia and other substances.
A nest-egg, capable of deceiving the
most knowing hen is made, the Scien
tific American says, by removing the
contents ot an egg through a break in
the end, say three-eighths of an inch in
diameter, and tilling with, powdered
slaked lime, tamped as closely ss possi-
1. 1 j 1 . 1 nl 1 . .
iie, uuu Btraieu wun piaster oi l ana.
liie uantenert Mtynthfj well re
marks: ' 8ome people say that land
which will raise good corn will grow
good fruit trees, which is all right; but
they should add that, like corn, they
require regular and continuous manur
ing." To which we would add. that.
like corn, they require thorough cultiva
tion of the soil, especially during their
younger years, and many farmers would
even regard a clean, mellow soil instead
of a grass sod in their corn-fields, as
more important than manure. Country
uentieman.
Fowls drink water frtely. but they
know just how much they need, and
wnen they nave access to the tin id clean,
sweet and fresh, they imbibe no more
than is good for them. It is, therefore,
unnecessary to mix your dough too thin
aud sloppy at the morning feeding.
Have the meal well scalded, aud feed the
mixture to the stock stiff and dry, com
paratively. This feed should generally
Le composed of both corn and rye meal,
with vegetables say one-third each. In
our own practice we have found this
preferable, both for the birds and as an
economical provision for the old or the
growing stock. A little pepper occasion
ally in this dough, aud always salt, will
improve the mess. .
Caltlvallea ef Itorse-KadUh.
Any kind of aoil will suit horse-radish,
providing it is cool and moist A low,
moist, 'sandy soil, well enriched with
cow yard manure, is the best. In place
of barnyard manure, Peruvian guano, or
a mixture or finely-ground raw bone
dust and nnleached ashes may be used
witu beneht; JXJO to o'JO pounds per
acre of either of the above fertilizers, or
twenty tons of manure will be sufficient.
Unleached ashes are excellent, but need
help ; a strong ammouiacal fertilizer is
needed as well as potash. The best
mode of cultivation is to plant root-cuttings
about one quarter inch in diameter
and three to six inches long, in rows two
feet apart, and sixteen inches apart in
the row. The cuttings are made from
the smaller roots, and as they are made
the tops should be cut square and the
bottoms slanting, so that in planting
they may not be put bottom upward.
They are to be set three inches below
the surface. This crop is not grown
from seed ; by planting slips in May the
fall crop may be harvested in December.
About 12,000 roots are grown per acre,
and good roots will weigh three-quarters
of a pound, giving 10,000 pounds per
acre, when the cultivation is the best
possible. The roots are dug as late as
possible, trimmed and put away in pits,
and covered with soil just as potatoes or
turnips are kept over.
Hew te Maaase FuwU.
The Butter. Vheeae and Eua Reporter
tells of a Mr. Benton, who keeps eleven
different kinds of fowls, and is very
BuooesHfnl in their management. Mr.
Benton found weak lye and wood ashes
an effectual remedy for the canker. The
doctors recommend chlorate of potash.
Ashes are also excellent for the hens to
wallow in, and he keeps a box iu each
coop for that purpose. This effectually
keeps off lice. ' lhe flour of sulphur
sprinkled in the nent of setting hens is
excellent. Mr. Benton's principal feed
is Indian corn, which is kept constantly
in reach of his hens by means of boxes
in the partitions, oue serving for two
coops. Water in a dish set under a nail
keg, with a hole cut in the aide, serves
for watering. The nests are in a long
box along the ends of the coops; the
hens enter through holes aud are then
in comparative darkness. Lids on the
outside give access to the nests. Mr.
Benton thinks Indian corn the best grain
for hens, because of its heating nature.
In addition, he feeds scraps from the
table, butcher's refuse, and green stuff.
Corn and fat will at ouce set hens to
laying.
Vegetable Greea far Pickles.
The Boston Journal of Chemiatry
gives particulars of a process recently
patented in rranoe aud England lor
supplying a green color, extracted from
vegetables, wbicnisto be used lor col
oring pickles. To procure , this extract.
leaves of spinacn, sorrei, or similar
plants, are scalded in hot water, chopped
into a mass, and then boiled in a solu
tion of cauatio soda till dissolved. Ua
cooling, a green cake is deposited, which
is to be dissolved witn ine puospuate ol
potassalor ammonia, and reduced to
the required strength by adding water.
In the liquid thus obtained, when it is
heuted to boiling point, ten or fifteen
minutes' immersion will give to pickles
a fine and permanent green. As the
color oonsibts of the chlorophyll of
plants, it is quite harmless; which can
not vet be oertainly said of the salts of
copper, although French experimenters
Kv rAcentlv tound them leu ooiaonous
than had hitherto been supposed.
Life.
Life is a rose, brier-burdened, yet sweet
Blooming a day,
Flioging its perfume like perfume to meet
Wind blown away. .
Leaf after leaf spreads its blush to the sir,
Kissed by the sun.
Doeper-bued grewing as Joy makes it fair
Love's guerdon won.
Leaf after leaf brinks up from tbe heart
Leaving it bare ; .
Color aud fragranoe and joy all depart
None left to care.
Nay, tbe Divine In it lingers there still ;
Ood'a oare In all.
Bose-leaves bat drop at the beck of His will
Fetters which thrall.
Up from its trammels the freed spirit wings.
Higher to soar ;
Attar immortal, a pure essence flings
Sweet evermore 1
Items r Interest.
The first thing in a boot is the last.
Chicago papers say that no man's life
is safe in that city.
Stanley's African name is " The Lit
tle Man with Much Face."
There are 8,119 newspapers in the
United States, of which 749 are daily.
The deaths from scarlet fever in New
York city during .1877 numbered 3,482.
The Japanese army department is
about to erect a large manufactory of
rifles.
Five thousand pounds of . artificial
butter are manufactured daily in Pitts
burg, Pa.
A silk worm consumes, within thirty
days, 00,000 times its owu weight of
mulberry leaves.
What is the difference between a hill
and a pill? One is hard to get up and
the other is hard to get down. '
Deaths of rich men all remind us "
We can make a lively time, - -Leaving
all our heirs behind us, '
Quarreling like hungry swine. ,
At Tracy City, Tenn, recently, John
Mangus, a baker, closed himself up in
his own oven and was baked to death
cremated to a cinder. . -
The Peaoe Dale (R. L) Manufacturing
Company is to introduce the co-opera
tive system on the 1st of February, and f'
will thereafter divide the surplus profits
among its workmen.
Samuel Bowles used to say there was
a sixth sense the " newspaper sense."
There is also a seventh sense non
sense. This paragrapn is a specimen of
it Norrietown Herald.
Says the Cincinnati Brealfatt Table :
Gteek is the language for poetry,
French for love and Italian for hand
organ melody, but a man with a shirt
ocllnr that don't fit is the same helpless
being in all.
Three hundred mm witnessed a fight
between ten dogs and a bear in SharpS
bnrg, Ky. The battle lasted two hours
and a half, and then was drawn, for the
bear attacked a horse, and there was a
stampede of the spectators.
It is a curious fact, that, in the first
territorial legislature of Alabama, the
upper branch of that body, or the
Senate, was composed of one member.
James Titus sat alone in the chamber,
and decided upon the acts of the lower
house.
"Hi! where did you get them trou
sers ?" asked an Lishman of a man who
happened to be passing with a pair of re
markably short trousers on. " I got
them where they grew," was the lnoig--
nant reply. " Then, be me conscience,
says'Paddy, "you've pulled them a year
to soon !"
" And where was the man stabbed?"
asked an excited lawyer of a physician.
The man was stabbed alxmt an inch
and a half to the left of the medial
line, and about an inch above the um
bilicus." was the reply. "Oh, yes, l
understand now ; but I thought it was
near the town hall."
"Young men," said an old college
president to a coterie of dissipated
students, " all theae excesses of your
youth are drafts upon your age. begin
ning to mature about thirty years after
date, and continuing to press and draw
heavily on your bodily resources all the
residue of your lives. '
A brutal affair recently took, place at
Spiingsboro, Oliio, during the progress
of a Call. A stalwart young farmer
named Hoover, who had previously been
the master f all his associates in trials
of (strength, was made intoxicated and
attacked by the entire maid portion oi
the company, who beat him so terribly
that he was not expected w reoover,
After performing this feat they drew
him into another room and the dance
went on. the women being required to
loop up their dresses to keep them from
from being soiled with Hoover's blood.
which smeared the noor
" Old Bill," the roau buttle-horae of
fu.r General W. B. Tibbits. of the
second New York cavalry, has just dioJ
&t Hrxwir-k Falls. Ha was nrobably the
only horse that served through the whole
,.'tli aa.
war and wound up ma campaign -visit
on duty to the plains. He was a
great pet of the men of the Gnawold
oavalry and au animal of peculiar ways.
In camp or on the marcu no
gish, would not allow s pistol to be fir. I
from his back, and if turned loose d
fled the efforts of a whole company t
catch him, but onoe tindtor tiro
obeyed the slightest touch of the r
would jump anything, paid no In-,
pistol-firing from hia back, and c
turned loose with the certainty
would not btray wav. In
odd engagemei 0' 1 I
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