Rates of Advi One Square (1 Inch,) one Insertion OneHijuare "' one month - -Ono Square " three months - One Square " one year - - li Two Squares, one yeai - T Quarter Col. .... ;w Half " " -Mi Ona " - - - - 100 ( Legal notice at established rate. Marriage and donth notices, gratis. All bills Tor yearly advertisements eol. lectrd quarterly. Temporary advertise ments must le jinld Cor in ndvnnee. is runusriF.n evetiy Wednesday, nY W 11. 131 J xx. OFFICE Iff ROBIN30N & BONNEE'S BUILMNO ELM 8TREET, TIONESTA, PA. y TKRMS, $2.00 A YKAU. No Pnhm.Tlptioim rrroivod for a shorter (ii'rU.d than thren month. f'oiTfipoii(1('ni'i Molii'itol from nil iwrt oltlio country. No notice will I in taken nl Hiioiiyiiioun roininimiciitioiis. VOL. XI. NOv38. TIOKESTA, PA., DECEMBER 11, 1878. $2 PER ANNUM. Jor worn, Uasli on Delivery. i Kcairs Farewell. Writ ton the day before he committed suicide. " J, morlula nil nisi bonyen." When For me the end hag come and I am dead, And little voluble, chattering dawi of men Tock at me ouriouHly, let it then be laid By aome one brave enough to apeak the truth; Here lios a great soul killed by cruel wrong. Down all the balmy days of hU fresh youth To hie bleak, desolate noon, with sword and song And speech that rushed up hotly from the heart, He wrought for liberty; till big own wound (He had been stabbed), oonoealedth painful an if Throngh wasting years, mast, ybim and he swooned, And sank there where you see him lying now With that word "Failure" written on hia brow. But say that ho succeeded. If be nil Heed World's honors and world's plaudits and the wage Of the world'd def; Unpioys, still his lips were fcixped Daily by thoio high angels who assuage Tho thirnticgs of the poets -for he was Born nnto singiog and a burden lay Mightily on him, and ho mo me t because no could not rightly utter to this day What God Uught in tho night. Sometimes, iiat'ulosr, rower full up m him, and bright tongues of And blessing teamed him from poor souls in streps, And bsned ctious from black bits of shame And liUlo ohilir.u'. ljve, and old men's pray ers, And a Great, Hand that led him unawares. Bo he died rich. And if hia eyes were blurred With thick films silence ! he is in his grave. Oreatly he suffered; greatly, too, he erred, Yet broke his heart in trying to be brave. Nor did he wait till freedom had become The popular shibboleth of courtier's lips; Bat smote for her when Ood Himself teemed d'imb And all his arching skies were in eclipse. He was a-weary, but he fought his fight And stood for simple manhood, and wig Joyed To see the august broadening of the light And new earths heaving heavenward fr m the void. lie loved bis fellows, and their love was sweet riant dairies at his head and at his feet. LISBETH'S MISSIONARY. "The batcher's bill, papa !" Outside the loouxts were piping shril ly among tho blue cups of the morning glory vines ; the blaud September sun shine steeped everything in yellow brightness. Within, the country par' son sat at his desk, with divers and sun dry sheets of sermon-paper scattered before him, half -v dozen reference books open at his elbow, and his head clasped tightly between his two hands, after a fashion which involved considerable rampliDg of his iron-gray hair. "Eh?" said the parson, letting his head, as it were, out of custody, and coming slowly down from the world of polemics, as he stared at the pretty, slender girl in faded calioo and washed out ribbous, who stood beside him with an ominous-looking piece of paper in her hand. The butcher's bill, papa," paid Polly Fenn ; " and he's waiting, please." .. " But, my dear " the parson laid down his pen, and took the bill into his hand with apuzzled air " we've had no butcher's meat this month. We have striven to be in the last degree economi cal." Yes, I know, papa," said Polly, knitting her pretty brows; "but we ordered three pounds of steak the day the district missionaries dined here, and . there was tho joint for that Sabbatarian society day, and the evening the bishop was here don t you remember ? "I remember, my child I remem ber, said the omntry parson, with, a sigh. "Hospitality is an agreeable duty, and one that the good book en joins npon us, but it costs money, Pol- l if AAdla OTs-tnLr Ti.t 1ntDn tKa Villi child, and tell Neighbor Brisket that I will attend to it at my earliest conven lonce. Still blue-eyed Polly hesitated. " And the grocer was here this morning, papa, and the account has really mounted up beyond everything. And he says that he hopes yon will please to stttle at ouoe, and that herealter he has deter mined to do business only on a strictly cash basis." The Reverend Mr. Fenu smiled sickly smile. Then I am afraid, Polly," said he, "that he won't do much business with roe. For as long as the vestry are so dilatory with their payments " Yes, papa, that's just what I told , him," said Polly; "but he says that business is business." " He is right, my dear," said the par son, " and I am wrong ; but it is through no fault of mine. Now run away, aud leave me to my books.' Tolly Fenn silently withdrew, with her pretty brows still knitted, as if tha were utterly hopeless of comprehending the problem of the world's way. The butcher, white-aproned aud burly, stood at the door, a living impersonation of the fate which Polly could neither ignore nor avert " Well, miss ?" said tho butcher. " Papa will attend to it at his earliest convenienoo, Mr. Brisket," faltered l'olly. "But his earliest convenience has been such a mortal long time a comin'. miss," grumbled Mr. Brisket. "And times is dull, and I've got notes to meet." " 1 m very sorry, Mr. Brisket, but " " 'Tain't no good standin' here." said the butcher, irritably Bcratchinor his head. "I might ha' knowed what an swer I should ha' got afore I crossed the threshold. Bnt it's hard on a poor man, that's what it is, and them as calls themselves gentry hadn't ought to eat if they can't pay. I'll call again this day week, miss, and then" And with this the butcher whisked himself away under the arch of morning-glory vines, where the locusts were singing, and the pink and purple cups swung to and fro in the morning wind. And Polly, with crimson cheeks and heart beating with vague resentment, turned back into the great sunshiny kitchen, where Lisbeth was swaying nervously to and fro in the splint-bottomed rocker, with a week-old newspa per in her band, her yellow hair catch ing the sunbeams like a coronal of gold as she rooked. " Lisbeth." said the elder sister, aus terely, "are the wild grapes ready for preserving." "Wild grapes? repeated Ltsbetb, flinging the newspaper into the window- seat; " I haven't thought of them since you went away. Oh, Polly, how I wish we were rich I" Polly advanced soberly to a flat wicker tray of clustered grapes, full of subtle perfume, and dusted over with pale bloom, and began to separate them from their stems with deft, quick fin gers. "Why ?" said she. ' I would go to New York and see this new play," said Lisbeth, still sway ing back and forth in the splint-bot tomed rocker. "Olivia was a country parson's daughter, and so are we. I should like to see my own counterfeit presentment on the stage." "Nonsense, said Polly. "You had better come here and help with these grapes." " It's such wretched business to be poor I" said Lisbeth. She was a spark ling little creature, after the humming bird style of damsel, with yellow hair curling over her forehead, intense hazel brown eyes, and a small red mouth with dimples hovering shyly in its neighbor hood. "Just look at ns, Tolly, you nd me, two gills of nineteen and sev enteen, that ought to be enjoying our- telves and having a good time, and here we are, washing and scrubbing, and turning wretched rags of dyed silk, and leaning laded ribbons, and counting every pound of rice and every potato ! Even these wild grapes. Tolly, that you and I gathered down by the tdge of the swamp, we shouldn't vtntureon the ex travagance of preserving them, if Mrs. Deacon Blodgett hadn t iffered to sup ply the sugar on halves. Oh, I do hate tins life ! Even Brisket the butcher thinks he can insult us with impunity." " Yes," said Tolly, thoughtfully, " we mustn't order any more meat at pres ent" "Bnt we must live," flashed out Lis beth. " There is salt nackerel," said Polly, and eggs, and vegetable eoups, and Mrs. Pullett always sends us a nice cut of pork and some fresh sausages when they kill their pig. Oh, we shall get get along somehow, Lisbeth; anything is better than debt. Lisbeth looking up with sparkling eves. " Tolly, cried she, " why uon t tney increase papas salary? aix hundred dollars a year is a shameful pittance for such a -man as be is. Polly shook her head over the grapes. " Papa isn't a young man any longer, Lisbeth," said she. " and he isn't as modern in his ideas as Mr. Crocus, But he is such a learned man, cried out Lisbeth, shaking the yellow mane out of her eyes. " And his sermons oh, Polly, they make me cry, they are so deep and so solemn, ana go down into one s heart so I Six hundred dol lars a year. Polly, for such work and study as that I" " There is no doubt, said .roily, so berly, " but that clergymen a re, as a gen eral rule, very much underpaid in this country." " I shall never marry a clergyman, oried Lisbeth, with energy. " No, Pol ly. never I I'd marry a dust-man first I For dust-men get their payand clergy men don t. and ' Lisbeth stopped short, scarlet and confused, in this rhapsody of hers, for, chanoinfi; to Rlanoe up, she beheld in the doorway a tall aud solemn laced young man, with an umbrella in one hand and a traveling saohel in the other. " We don't want anything, please, said she, jumping at once to theeonclu sion that she beheld a book agent, or a vender of patent polish, or some such itinerant tradesman. I bear vour pardon," said the gentle man. apparently as much emDarrasseu as was she herself; " I must have mis taken the house. I was looking lor the Reverend Francis Fennr' " Mv Rood prracious I another mis sionary," murmured Lisbeth, iotto-voce, as Polly stepped graciously forward, srxwk: "You are not mistaken, sir; this is the honse. Please to walk into tho par lor, and I will speak to papa. The bent room of the parsonage was cool and dark, with green paper shades drawn down, a jar of fragrant dried rose leaves in the nre-plaoe, and a nme braided rug of parti-oolored cloth laid carefully down before the sofa to hide the darned spot in the carpet. " Not that chair, please," said Polly, coloring up to the roots of her hair, as the unwary stranger advanced toward a certain corner ; " the leg is broken and we've glued it, and I'm afraid it's not quite safe. This one is better." While Lisbeth, hiding her face in her apron, murmurs to herself, " Is there no end to our humiliations ? Is our world always to be full of glue and patches, and mends and make-shifts ?" " Lisbeth," said Polly, returning, " go and call papa." "It's another missionary, I'm sure," said Lisbeth, unwittingly pulling down the sleeves of her brown calico dress. And I know he'll stay to dinner, and he's got a hungry glare in his eyes, and there's nothing for dinner but barley soup and a cabbage. Oh dear !" with a grimace which made Polly laugh in spite of herself, " I wish the race of missionaries was extinct" The country parson looked mildly up from the second paragraph of his " Thirdly " as Lisbeth came in, smelling of wild grapes, with an aureole of yellow hair about her face. " Papa," said she, ' there's a gentle man in the parlor to see -you, with a carpet-bag and a white necktie ! ' An 1 said the clergyman. " A visitor, I suppose. He is most welcome. But I am just at present deep in the thread of a complicated polemic theory. Make my compliments to the gentleman, Lisbeth, and beg his indulgence for a quarter of an hour or so." And the parson dipped his pen into the time stained wooden standish, as if he was determined to settle the subject at once. " But, papa I Lisbeth had ctught at his coat cuff to reclaim him temporarily from the abysses of theological argu ment " Yes, my dear," looking absently at her. " Do you think he'll stay to dinner ?" "1 shall invite him, my dear, most assuredly." Liisbeth s countenance, fell. " But papa," faltered she, " there s nothing but barley soup." " We will serve it with good old- fashioned sauce of welcome, my dear," said the Reverend Mr. Fenn, with a grave, sweet smile, and I doubt not it will suffice." Lisbeth flounced out of the room with a heightened color and quick, im patient breath. "Papa's an angel," said she to herself, "but angels never were adapted to get along in this work- a -day world." She put her golden head into the parlor door lor an instant " Papa is very busy with his Thirdly " siid she, with roguish twinkle in the deep hazel eyes, "and he begs you 11 be good enough to wait until he's throngh." The stranger bowed, and looked more embarrassed than ever, as he answered : Oh, certainly, certainly. I am in no haste whatever." And Lisbeth went back to her sister. Polly," said Bhe, " what will we do. Company to dinner, and nothing to give them." " But we must have something," said Polly. " Put on your things, Lisbeth. Go out and buy a fowl, and a; luatt .of potatoes, and a loaf of broadRf I at jut. uakin a lor an ounce or-'-his oew tea and a quarter of a pound of butter. Jjisbeth opened her eyes vory wide at this extravagant order. Oh, you reckless .Tolly I said she ; ' and where are all the funds: to come from?" Polly sighed softly. "I shall have to take the dried-cherry money," said she, " that I was saving up for my fall hat and gloves. But it isn't much mat ter. I dare soy I can manage very well with the old ones for a little while longer." " It s a shame 1 cried liisbeth, ve hemently. "And to think how yon toiled all those hot summer days to pick and dry those black ox-hearts. " There s no help for it, dear, said Polly, gently. "Get your hat on quick there's no time to lose." " But it isn't fair," protested Lisbeth. Why should all the traveling preach ers and book agents and mission collec tors come here and eat us out of house and home ? Why don't they go to Mr. Crocus ?" Polly smiled. " Because Mr. Crocus doesn't make them welcome, and papa does," uaid she. I do wonder," cried Lisbeth, im petuously, "if there is any other race of men imposed upon as country min isters are! Mark my words, Tolly, 1 never, never, will marry a But by this time Tolly had tied on her sister's straw flat, and twisted a muslin scarf across her shoulders. "Do make haste, dear," said she, in accents of gentle entreaty, as she point ed upward to the clock. Scarcely fifteen minutes had elapsed when Lisbeth came flying back, with Yellow tresses streaming behind, and market-basket in her hand. There. Polly." cried she. in the dear, light voice of girlhood, as she de posited a plump chicken on the table, "there's jour new hat ; and there," as she laid down a packet of groceries, " are your gloves ; and here," rattling out the potatoes, " is my last chance for a new blue neck-tie t And I do hope, Polly, that they'll give the missionary the worst kind of dyspepsia." " Lisbeth 1 " "Well, but I do," saucily retorted the girl, as she turned to put away her hat. fc" And Oh, Pol-ly ! " Polly turned around with a start, at the changed tenor of her sinter's voice. "What is it, Lisbeth? You're not ill?" Lisbeth, with a glowing face, pointed to the little wooden cupboard in the wall, which, extending through from parlor to kitchen, in butler's-pantry fashion, was used aa a general repository for books and papers. And then, for the first time, Polly perceived that both doors were slightly ajar. " Polly," muttered the girl, hoarsely, " he has heard every word ! He couldn't help it." And flinging her hat in one direction, and her scarf in another, Lis beth fled up the narrow wooden stairs to her. own room, and threw herself, sobbing hysterically, npon tha bed. "It's my tongue," sobbed Lisbeth, " my wretched, chattering tongue. Papa always warned me against giving loose to it ; Polly always told me it would get me into trouble. Oh, dear, dear, what must ho think ? how can I ever look him in the face?" And with this doleful renume, Lisbeth buried her hot face in the pillows, and cried harder than ever. It seemed an age to her, but it was in reality little more than half an hour, before Polly came fluttering up the stairs, like a sweet-browed guardian angel. " Lisbeth," said she, "darling, don't fret yon meant no harm. Get np and braid your hair, and coma down stairs. Dinner will be on the table direotly, and papa is asking for you." . Lisbeth sat up and pushed the damp fringe of yellow hair out of her eyes. "I shall not come down, Polly." " But you must, dear ; papa would be very much vexed." " Never I" cried Lisbeth, with a fresh burst of tears ; ' never I" But the country parson- himself presently came to the rescue, with mild eyes and a firm, gentle voice. " No member of my family must be lacking in courtesy to a guest," said -he, taking Lisbeth gently by the hand ; and the poor child was led shamefaced ly into the kitchen, where the table was spread, and Polly stood smiling at its head. " Mr; Vincent, said the parson to the tall stranger, this is my youngest child." I am the black sheep of the family," said Lisbeth, hanging her. head, " and I'm "very sorry, sir, and I beg your pardon." " Pray don't mention it," said, Mr. Vincent, in genuine distress at the sight of the mortification of this yellow-haired lassie with the deep hazel eyes and the red, sensitive month. And when dinner was over and here let us mention that Mr. Vincent ate and drank with an excellent appetite, as if no lurking shadow of the threatened dyspepsia disturbed his digestion and the country parson had taken his guest into the study, Polly put her arm around Lisbeth's waist, and drew her out under the morning-glory vines, where, by this time, the blue and rose- tinted cups had all folded themselves into tight little parasolettes, and hidden behind the leaves. "Lisbeth," said she, I've got good news for you." "Nothing can be good news any more," said Lisbeth, with a fresh burst of tears. " Oh. but listen," soothed Polly, " Do you know who this Mr. Vincent is?" "A missionary, I suppose." And poor Lisbeth spoke the word as if it was Mniose oi quinine. "No, dear, hes the bishops secre tary And he has heard of papa's learn ing and zeal and talent, and he has come to offer him a parish near New xorfc, with twelve hundred dollars only think of it, Lisbeth ! twelve hundred dollars a year and an assistant'. We shall be richdarling, and dear, dear papa will have a little rest and ease in his old age san't be true," said Lisbeth, "But its," said Polly; and then the two sisters began to cry and sob, with happy incoherence, in each other s arms. ' ' Is it possible," cried Polly Fenn, " that it is a whole year since we came to Moreham rectory ? ' It was a year, once more the wild grapes were scenting all the woods; once more the golden-rod held up its torches of flame along the course of babbling brooks, and Polly shaded her eyes with one hand, as she stood in tho doorway and watched Lisbeth come lightly along the garden path, witn the yellow sun shine tangled in her hair, and an un wonted moisture in her deep eyes. " What have yon done with Mr. Vin cent?" asked Polly, demurely. "He is walking down by the falls with papa," said Lisbeth, coming up to her sister's side, and slipping one arm through Polly's. " And, Poliy" " Well, dearest ?" "I I have something to tell you." "Couldn't I guess iff" said Polly, laughing. " No, Lisbeth, don't turn your face way I know it all, darling. He loves you, and you have promised to be his wife." " Polly," said Lisbeth, " I think you must be a fortune-teller. But, oh ! I am so happy 1 and I can hardly believe that it isn't all a dream." "But. Lisbeth" "Well?" "I thought you were never, never, going to marry a" But Lisbeth's soft little band pressed over her sister's mouth, and her plead ingly uttered, "Please, Polly, don't," stopped the sentenoe ere it was finished. And Polly was merciful, and didn't. An editor in one of the northern eoun ties has received $2 in an envelope, with no writing except the words " con science money," written in a trembling band, as though the writer was about to die. The editor don't know which of his subscribers to give credit to for the $2, and he has decided to give his two hun dred delinquents credit for a cent apiece. Burlington JIawkeye. TIMELY TOriCS. Eleven out of twelve women seen in a Memphis (Tenn.) street-car a few days ago were in monrning. At the last lunar eclipse, Raho Sahib, a pious Hindoo, weighed himself and gave his weight in silver coinB to the poor. Paper teeth are a new invention in Germany, and a number of specimens were displayed at the late paper exhi bition in Berlin. They are warranted fully as durable as any other teeth. Two interesting burglars have been arrested at Adelaide, Australia, who distributed tracts on Sunday in order to become acquainted with the premises they intended to worS, and when cap tured ate up 91,500 in ru) notes. A sad case is reported from a Western town. .The inhabitants never knew there was a certain storekeeper among them until the sheriff's flag apprised them of the fact. The bankrupt bad persistent ly refused to advertise his goods. John Williams, an Indiana rascal, devotes himself almost exclusively to the difficult task of swindling widows. His usual plan is to go into a town as a clergyman, start revival meetings, make the acquaintance of a pious widow with money, promise to mairy her, borrotv $500 to 81,000, and run away. He has been caught at last At Centre and Worth streets, New York, one afternoon recently, an elder ly gentleman, who stated that he had never experimented in that way before, threw two dollars in pennies on the pavement Boys and girls, and even men and women, joined in the wild Fcramble for the coin and eagerly gath ered them from the mud. The donor was besieged with appeals for "more," and when to escape the crowd he got on a passing car, part of the crowd followed for several blocks. Schultz was the object of ridicule in a California factory, and the jokes of his companions became unbearable. Hang ing a long knife over his work-bench, he called attention to the weapon, and said, with a gravity of tone that indicated sin cerity : "I will kill the first man that fools with me. lne measure was ef fective for a while, but at length the spirit of mischief overcame the prudence of one of the former tormentors, and he daubed tar on the handles of Schultz tools. Schultz unhesitatingly took down the knife and killed the joker. A young man drove into Xenia, Ohio, the other day with some friends, to meet a train. Arriving at the depot, a freight train was standing on the side track, and the countryman, not seeing any convenient place to tie up, deliberately hitched his horse to the rear car of th? freight, and proceeded to promenade the walks around the depot while waiting for his train. What was his surprise when he saw his hitching post pull oat for Cincinnati, with his horse and wagon bringing up the rear in not the best of order. It would not be proper to record the remarks of the young man on the subject The broken Glasgow bank had a branch in a medium-sized town in the north of Scotland, and to this branch orders were telegraphed on the morning of the failure to at once close the doors. But in this town the post and telegraph offloe were presided over by a canny old lady, who was assisted in the latter duties by her daughter. Accordingly, when the astounding missive arrived, and was being duly transferred to writ ing, the old lady quickly put on her bonnet, went across to the bank a few doors off and drew out the whole of her deposit. Five minutes later she was with the rest of the little community '- . i x - a li r expressing ner amazement ai me omi nous words, ' Bank closed." An Alligator's Tidbits. Alligators must have singular habits, remarks a New York paper, judging from one recently killed in one of the rivers of Florida. Having been dissect ed, there were found in his stomach two gar fish, each three feet long, six flint stones worn smooth as glass, two cy press knees, four pine knots, two frag ments of bricks, several yards of cot ton cloth, two volumes of public docu ments and a small hand-saw. We can understand why he might have been hungry for flint-stones, hand-saws, cy press knees and pine knots, but how he could have bolted the pubiio documents passes comprehension. A whale, lately on exhibition in Cincinnati, proved to have swallowed a broken beer bottle, the bottoms of two glass tumblers, an old boot, a sorew-driver, a discarded waistcoat and three or four jack-knives. But these are presumed to have inter fered so seriously with his digestion as to cause his premature demise. An autopsy was held to determine the cause of his death, which is no longer a mystery, it is thought that a num ber of Cincinnatiaus, ignorant of nat ural history, fed him with the articles mentioned, under the impression that the huge fish regarded them as delica cies. They should remember hereafter that both Ouvier and Buffon say that, much as whales in their natural state en joy glass tumblers and screw-drivers oc casionally, they do not thrive on them when given as regular diet The alli gator, on the contrary, flourishes on everything. Items of Interest. Corn feed Tighi boots. A man should be grateful for a full grate. Partridges are among the things that whirr. Yon can't tell the sge of an " old saw " by looking at its teeth. When you come to look for a spot on the sun you will find its Sol in your eyes. A lie has no legs, and cannot stand ; but it has wings, and can fly far and wide. Yon can never expect to have all you y desire, so get what you can, and be happy. Coal dealers, let the times be ever so hard, have a weigh of doing business on a large scale. The true rule in business is to guard ' and do by the thing's of others as one does by his own. Money makes the marego, steam makes the cargo, and the sight of the creditor makes the mango. There is no great difference between man and man. Superiority depends on the manner in which we profit by the lessons of necessity. French physicians continue to re commend horseflesh as the very best food for their consumptive patients. It is a very common dish in Paris. The small boy moans, rubs his eyes, aud turns over in his slumbers at night, now. Bat it isn't colic, mother. No, he is dreaming about Christmas, and whether Santa Clans will bring him a four-bladed jack-knife or a pair of red topped foots. The Great Easftrn steamship wsf designed by Mr. I. K. Brunei, and built by Messrs. Scott Russell. Uo., a! Millwall, on the I names. She is feet long, eighty-three feet beam ami has paddle engines of 1,000 and screrc of 1,600 horse power. Said a mother to her little son: " There ! Your toes are out of your stocking1; again. Seems to me they wear out in a hurry." Giving a comical leer, he said : " Do you know why stockings wear out first at the toes?" "No." " Because toes wriggle', and heels don't." One acre of land will produce 1,00 bushels of sugar beets, which mad into sugar will yield 4.800 pounds o; sugar ; or into vinegar, 5,000 gallons; o intoiroof spirits, 1,000 gallons. Such are the possibilities of an acre of groun T with proper skill and cultivation. . - - A singular feature in the marine lan,"! scopes between Terra del Fuego ond t), contiguous mainland is tho floating gm dens of sdaweed. The plant frequent! grows to a length of between 300 an. 400 feet It gi.es cover and pasturap to every species of Crustacea, great an small, while the intertangled mam', swaying like a ponderous curtain int!: water, effectually breaks the shock the most tremendous rollers. Rained by a Spider. Spiders crawling more . abundan! and conspicuously than usual np the indoor walls of our houses foret the near approach of rain ; but the 1 lowing anecdote indicates that some their habits clearly foretell frost bt at hand. Quartermaster Disjonv seeking to beguile the tedium of ; prison hours at Utretch, had studied tentively the habits of the spider ; -eight years of imprisonment had gi him leisure to be well versed iu ways. In December of 1794, the Pre i army, on whose success his restore, to liberty depended, was in Holland, victory seemed certain, if the . f ; then of unprecedented severity, tinued. The Dutch envoy had fail' negotiate a peace, and Holland wan spairing, when the frost sud ' broke. The Dutch were now exu! and the French generals prepared t treat, but the spiderorewarned Di val that the thaw would be of duration, and he knew that this we: monitor never deceived . He conti to communicate with the army of countrymen, and its generals, who f estimated his character, relied i his assnranoe that within a few day waters would again he passable troops. They delayed their rel. within twelve days the frost hat turned the French army triumj Disjonval was liberated, and a r: had brought down ruin on the 1) nation. tirnln in I'uropc aud Aaieric.t. According to the American Europe produces now on an v 5.000,000,000 bushels of grain, Russia produces one-third, and France 520,000,000 Austria 500,000,000. The IT produces 1,000,000,000 bushci. , : the same as Russia. In order t preciate the advantages of the Vii' States, the population should be tu1 into account ; this is for thaT"T States 40,000,000, aud, therefye.we ; dioe forty bushels per ,beaJ, v Europe, with a population of 300,000,000, produces only t.: bushels per head ; Russia twei bushels per head, and Great 1 only four 'bushels per head. A average quantity of grain oonsunu head is fifteen bushels, we pi nearly three times as much aa wo Russia scarcely twioe its wants, V. ou an average all needed, but i Britain not much over oue-fonrt will be seen that the general rod far surpasses the consumption, I.:.' excess is absorbed by breweries i.' tilleries all over the world, w! more to keep the price of breai a high figure than anything eh".
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