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IfmVa to -the mun ol honor! iTiiHWorvinir, brave and true j WhoHO will is strong J Who sees tho wrong, And dm-os Iho right to pursue. Here's to the mnn ol labor! To the larmrr and his soil To him who lives Ily wlmt ho Rivrs, A life of honest toil. Hero's to 'lie mnn of intellect! Whose brain controls and plans; Whose practiced sight Directs aright, Tho power ol scss and lands. . lime's to strong! h and purpose Of heart and brain and hand. In men we see, And men to bo They tnnko or mar tho land. Emery Dean, in Golden Dayt. THE STORY OF A GRASSHOPPER. rforuewlicre about the year 1794 one might have found half-hidden among the trees in the magnificent park at Versailles, ft tiny cottage of Swiss archi tecture. Hart any French peasant been asked the question as to who owned this fancifui dwelling, the reply would have be?n riven, " T' at is the dairy of Dame Cpet!" And. as the reader may at once sur mise, this Dame Capet was no less a personage than the lovely but unfortu nate queen, Marie Antoinette. Here, me Miratnir afternoon long ago, was assembled a group ol women, whom by their rustic attire you would have t ailed peasant-girls, were it not for the indescribable high-bred air about their words and actions. The room in which they were gath ered was large and sunny, the floor was of blak-walnut highly polished and here and there were tables covered with thin slabs of marble, upon which were placed silver and porcelain pans, con taining creamy white milk from the sleek cows browsing outside the dwell- One beautiful young girl, whose fair complexion showed in fine contrast to h r blue dross, was skimming the cream, while threw other ladies one, plump and rosy, the other, tall, thin and angu lar, and the third, petite and piquante stood, with elbows resting on tue mar ble slabs, watching her. These four were respectively, Eliza beth, the king'sister, Madame Campan, the Duchess de Polignac, and the Prin oesa Lambella. Dutin this little dairy cottage all titles were laid aside. Anothof group was gathered at the table by the window. Here the queen, a prae ful woman, with merry face and rich brown hair, wearing a costume of blue and russet, was molding the golden butter into balls, each stamped with a ros' or some other design ol flower tr fruit. Scarcely had she finished the last yel low pat ere there was a noise of foot steps at the vinearched doorway. The ladies glanced, up and welcomed with silvery laughter and gay words the fiarty of gentlemen, who now entered A rustic costume, bearing loose blouses, and with rustio ribbons upon their hats. 'Welcome all!" cried the queen, gayly, brandishing her butter ladle. All save Monsieur de Lanier,-"" she .added, in an aside to a young girl who stoonnear her. The person whom she addressed was, as we Stave said, young, and, besides tin, she was extremely beautiful, with perfect features, delicate pink-and-pearl complexion, large, soft, blue eyes, and with masses of shining, bronze-brown hair, half concealed by a canuettish 1 : . . L . 1 ..A J : 1 1. Utile jncc'np nuuiucu wuu i;iiuipuh ribbons. He dress was a black delaine, looped over a quilted, crimson petticoat, so short that it displayed a pair of dainty feet encased in tiny slippers with high heels and gay. crimson roBtttes. Her blue eyes flashed, and she said, in low tones: " Yep, your majesty I mean Dame Capet Montieur de Lanier is never wel comed by me, Louis d' Argent." ' You did right to refuse him, cherie No one could endure such a bear lor i husband," said the queen, glancing to want a tall, gaunt man, whose thin, fiercely compressed lips, thick, bristling eyebrows and tierce, deep set eyes made his face a most unprepossing one. "But what strange creature has he with hiniP" exclaimed the queen, ht-r bright eyes widening with astonish ment. And then, curiosity overcoming dislike, she call .'d out : " Pray, Monsieur de Lanic-r, what rara avis brings you hither P" Advancing with a flourish and a sruii k, De Lanier said : " This is ro bird, your high Dame Capet; it is a grasshopper, Monsieur Sauterelle," pointing with mock gravity toward a little creature, scarcely four feet in height, who, besides being so diminutive in stature, was also strangely def nrued, having a luro head set on humped shoulders, and with long, thin arms and legs. His face was small, wizen and yellow, with irregular fea tures. The only thing not repulsive were his eyes; thete were large, brown and mild, with that look of dumb en treaty about them that one often sees in the eyes of animals. ' His costume consisted of waistcoat and knee-breeches of pale, pen-green velvet, long siiK stocKings, high-heeled suppers, to 'ether with a jaunty hat and light, airy cloak of mingled green and brown tiuo, completed his attire. Truly, from his entire appearance, he well deserved the French name of gra-s hopper that if, "le santerelie." During the time of Louis XIV., and even down to other reigns, there was a rasre amongst tho nobility for dwarfs. The ugliest and most delormed creatures were eagerly sought after and retained as pages. Le Santcreue is quite a juggler," continued De Lanier; ''and if your m a jesty would desire it. I will order him to perform some of his feats." "lrny.do. sairt the queen "Hut let us go out and sit beneath the shade of the trees." Merrily chatting the party of ladies and gentlemen left the neat little dairy. When ail were sealed on trie violet- dotted grass, Monsieur de Lanier gave Le Santerelie a sign, whereupon the lat ter began a series of most wonderful performances. lie caused mvsterious eggs to sudden ly aprear in the grass; he swallowed poinard nfter poinard; he produced yards of gayly-colorcd ribbon from his hat; he caused six white mice, with pink eyrs, tc.iump out of the pocket -of the Duchess de Polignac, so startling that haughty dame that she quite forgot bar dignity, and acted like a Beared schoolgirl. And. last of all, he nearly sent every one into convulsions by his gymnastic performances. He hopped, leaped, rolled, and distorted face and form into the most grotesque shape. bhrieks ol laughter rang out at every new effort. That is enough." said the queen. rising at last, while tears of merriment were rolling down her lovely face. 1 can laugh no more. Monsieur de La nier, we are much indebted to you. Come, Louis, let us take a stroll among the trees befoie the sun sets and the dews fall;" and she and her husband sauntered away. bcarccly Dad tne two royal person ages left the group ere De Lanier said : Come 1,0 banterello, show us some more, uive us something new. rrove your agility as a monkey by leaping over that ditch," pointing to a ravine some six or eight feet in width, at the bottom of which babbled a tiny stream with a pebbly bed. 1 h e d warl liesi tatcd . " Indeed, master," he Baid, slowly, I would obey you if I could ; but I fear that this is beyond my power. I cannot jump so lar." "Indeed he cannot," spoke out Louise d'Argcnt. "It is asking too much of the obliging little man. Besides there are stones down there, and Monsieur le Santerelie might severely injure him self, to say nothing of soiling that pretty costume, bo pray. Monsieur de Lanier, do not command him thus." "And why should MademoiseJ.e Louise expect that I should heed any re ques f hers P She scorns mine," said Monsieur de Lanier, in a low, bitter Voice, and with a look in his eyes that made the young girl both frightened ind nntrrv. " No." he continued : "Le Santerelie must do as I command him," The poor little dwarf gave one look of entreaty at his inexorable master, and then, smiling gracefully as he saw the sympathy on the faces near him, he threw aside his cloak, measured the distance with his eyes, and theD took the leap. The result was what might have been expected. Tin re was a fall, and a sight of a green body rolling down among the stones and briers, "Too bad," murmured the nobles. " Stupid !" muttered De .Lanier. " Helas ! he's kilied !" shrieked the ladies, while Louise d' Argent exclaim ed, with much indignation: It was a cruel nay, a dastardly act to compel the harmless little creature to take a leap which has, perhaps, re sulted fatally to him." Seeing that Do Lanier made no effort to ascertain the condition of the dwarf. she herself descended into the ravine, and raised the head of the poor little man upon her knee. He was not dead, but fainted from the pain and loss of blood from a deep gash in his forehead, where a jagged stone had cut him. At this moment the king and queen, alarmed by the shrieks, returned. "What is the matter?" inquired Marie Antoinette, anxiously. Some one explained to her in low tones, whereupon her majesty colored with indignation, and, turning to De Lanier, she said, in a voice of stern re proof: " Monsieur de Lanier, I am sorry that any gentleman of my court should have acted so cowardly." The king also administered a severe rebuke, and then his majesty and the queen went down to the little group surrounding the dwarf. De Lanier flushed purple-red, and then grew deadly pale, at the words ol his royal master and mistress; and as they turned away Ins hand rested on his sword, and he said in threatening tones, while a lurid light gleamed in his cruel eyes: " You have your day now mine will come by-and-bye. 1 shall live to see those haughty heads bow down to the dust. And Louise d'Argent, too curse her bewitching beauty!" and bo saying he strode away, and was soon lost in the shades oi tue lorest. Many events have taken place since the ones iast rrcor Je3. The sunshine of prosperity has changed to the storms of adversity. All France is shaken with the throes of a terrible agony. Paris, the beautiful, has changed into a huge butcher shop the streets run fed with the blood of human beings. Men have gone mad. ltiot and rapine have reared a goddess and worshiped it under the name of Reason. Who does not shudder when recalling that epoch known in history as the "reign of terror? ' A lew miles out of Parii there was, at that time, a large graystone chateau, the property of Monsieur de Lanier. Ils former owner had fallen a victim to tho guillotine, and the property of the deceased has been bestowed upon De Lanier as a gift from his friend, Robespierre. One dark, rainy night there sat in an anartment of the chateau a young cou ple whose fuces were fall of misery and despair. One, the lady, we have met before It is Ixmiae d'Argent. Her companion, a young man of noble presence, is Eu gene St. Legcr. her betrothed. Mademoiselle d'Argent is as beautiful as ever, although her face is pale and wan with suffering. Her long black mourning-robes show that death has wrested dear one3 from her. Her father and uncle have both perished in the revolution. That morning, while she and her be trothed were just about starting for ft place of safety, they were seized by the soldiers of De Laniere, and brought to the residence of the latter. For two hours they have sat in this apartment, every minute expecting to bo hurried away to Paris, there to meet a bloody fate. Only one alternative is given them ; De Lanier has promised that if Louise will wed him, he will let St. Leger go free. But she prefers death to sucu a bridegroom, and her lover applauds her resolution. So the two sit there with all comfort gone save the deathless affection they have for each other. " This suspense is killing me," mur mured Louise, pressing her hand to her hcurt. "Be patient, love," says Eugene, striv ing to soothe her. " Harkf What is that?" she suddenly exclaimed, Theie was a slight noise In the wall back of them. One of the beautifully carved panels was shoved aside, and the wizen face and grotesque form of a dwarf appeared. " La Santerelie!" Louise exclaimed, in astonishment. " Hist! yes, lady, 'tis I," he replied, coming into the icom. "And what do you here?" inquired Louise, after Bhe had explained to Eu gene whom this strange visitor was. " I have come to aid you if 1 can, for I have not forgotten your kind pity when I was hurt at the Petite Trianon,1' and his eyes filled with tears of emo tion. Grateful creature! And can you really help us?" inquired Louise, grasp ine his hand excitedly. "I trust so, lady." " But how can you get us out of this prison-lfke apartment? The door U locked, the windows barred. I see no way of escape, unless it is, indeed, by the passage through which you have just come. I never su? pected, that the panel could be moved." Nor does Monsieur de Lanier," said tho dwarf, with a comical grimace. ' He has only very recently come in possession of this building, and knows very little about it. I discovered this secret passaage, and trust that it is the very thing to help us. We had better start at once, for Monsieur do Lanier intends to visit ycu soon, and when he comes he must find his prey missing." " But what is your plan, my friend?" inquired St. Leger. " It is this," replied the dwarf. You and mademoiselle follow me through this passage until we reach the door which is in the wall of the wine-cellar, and is so covered by vines as to bo en tirely concealed irom the outside. In side this door vou will remain while I go back and assist Monsieur de Lsnier with his toilet, so that he will not sus Dect me. When drejsed he will repair to your room. Discovering your ab sence, he will at once cause a search to be made. When you are not found on i he grounds h i will conjecture that you have taken to the uiguway, ana men, mounting horses, he and his servants will scour away on a wild-goose chase. After he is gone, I will repair to you, and we will hie away in anouier airec tion." "But suppose Monsieur de Lanier commands you to accompany him?" said St. Leger. " He will not do that he will leave me in charge of the chateau; for his servants are new, and he trusts none of them." " And the horses?" " There are three which, with this ob ject in vie w.I told Monsieur de Lanier this morning were disabled; so he will not ask for them. They are sound and swift, and will carrv us to a place of safety." "I have a friend at II who will conceal us until we have a chance to leave the countrv." said Louise. "Very well. Butcomej we must be going. Mademoiselle, will you be so kind as to give me your glove? ' "Certainly." The dwarl took it with a smile. A half-hour later all was bustle and confusion at the chateau. Monsieur de Lanier strode hither and thither, his dark, saturnine face full of wrath, lie cursed the servants one ana and all. and declared that he would slay with his own hand the person who had aided in the escape of Mademoiselle d'Argent and her lover; for, as may be surmised, he had gone to the room in which they had been confined, and found it vacant. He ordered the building to be searched and the grounds surrounding it. This was done, but with no success, except that just outside ol one of the gates, and on the road leading to the northeast, a tiny gauntlet was found. It was embroideied with the D'Ar gent crest, and had doubtless been dropped by the lovely Louise. "Ha! This is something indeed. It shows the way they have taken !" ex claimed De Lanier, smiling grimly ; and he added : " Hurry, Batiste, with three horses you and Jean will accompany me. Take your pistols; and if Mon sieur St. Leger resists, shoot him." And, in a few minutes, three mounted men dashed out of the gate and along the road. A little later, thiee other horses gal loped away in an opposite direction. They bore Louise, Eugene and La San terelie. For hours they dashed along in breath less suspense, and then, as the distance widened between them and the chateau, their fears were lessfned, and, allowing their hertes' mad KahP to subside into a gentle trot, thry began to con-J " How fortunate it was that De Lanier chose the other road instead of this!" said Louise. La Santerelie chuckled. " He selected the other road, lady- be cause he thought you had taken it. You remember my asking you for your glove? That was a ruse to deceive him. I purnoscJv dropped it in the road so that he would think you had passed over the spot. But let us make laste. for the sky is becoming tinged with red, and we must reach your friend's house ere daybreak." An hour later they were in a place or safety. In a week they had set sail for America. Louise felt no regret at leaving her native land. The death of her only relatives and the trials through which she had passed made her anxious to seek a new country in which to found a home with Eugene and La banterelle. ior the latter accompanied them and lived with ihem unto a good old age, and after he died his memory was ever cher ished in th& hearts of Louise and her descendants. BATS. Mrs. Benedict's Kemarlttble andValuable Discovery, It has always been easy for house wives, who are trouoiea witn rats 10 poison them, but tho problem has been to induce them to die upon the field of honor, so to speak, to wit, the Kitchen floor. Thev have usually preferred to retire to their inaccessible retreats in the walls as soon as they have felt the symp toms of arsenic poisoning, and the low state of sanitary science prevailing in their communities is such that poisoned rats are never properly buried or incin erated by their associates, ine pro Diem has been how lo kill the rati without bringing unpleasant odors into the house. M's. Benedict has solved the dirhcuity and is entitled to the honor we give to an inventor and benefactor. She was engaged, it appears, in the domestic manufacture oi piaster casts oi various kinds. Complaint having been made of the fragility of those wares, Mrs. Bene dict began a course of experiments with the hope of giving greater durability to her casts. Uno ol her devices was to mix wheatcn flour with her pulverized plaster of Paris, so that the g.uten of the flour might make the paste less brittle. One evening she had vis:tors, who rang her doorbell just as the was sifting the mixed plaster and flour for the third lime by way oi mixing inem lnumaieiy, as the chemists say. She had already set a dish of water at hand, intending to make a cast at once, and when thertoor- hell rane she hastiiV removed her ipron and .went to welcome her gu sts, leaving her materials upon the mtcnen laoie. The guests stayed unti. late bedtime, and when they bade her adieu Mrs. Ben edict went to Dea witaoui returning to the kitchen. Wlut happened m the night was this. A rat. sniffing the odor of flour, made up the legs of the table to the top, where he was speedily joined Dy otner loragers his brethren. The dish of flour and Diaster was easily reached, and the rats ate freely and hastily of it, as it is their custom to do. It was .rather a dry sup per, and water being at hand, each rat turned from the savory dish oi nour ana nlaster to slake his thirst with water. Everybody who has had to do with pias ter of Pans will guess at once what nap nened. The water drank first wetted the nlaster in the rats' stomachs, and then, in technical phrase, "set " it; that is to sav. the plaster thus mads into a paste instantly grew hard in each rat's stomach, making a cast of all Jts convo lutions. The event proved that with such a cast in existence it is impossible for a rat to retreat even across the kitch an The nextmorning thirteen ol them lay dead in a circle anund the water dish. Mrs. Benedict, like a wise woman, kept her secret and made profit of it. She undertook, for a consideration, to clear the Bi-emlses of her neighbors oi the nests, and succeeded. It was not long before tho town was as free of this sort of vermin as if the pied piper of Hamelin had traveled that way. Ihen Mrs. Ben edict advertised for agents to work up the business throughout the country. selling each the secret for a fair price. New York txcuxng roat. Fatherly Advice. Don't run in debt. Don't buv what vou don't want. Don't spend all your salary whatever it is. Don't scold children or servants if vou want to get anv good out of them Don't think swearing will make the camet fit the rooms in your new house. Don t imagine the world wouian i go on as usual if you slipped out of it to day. Don't cut up your heavy clothing for carpet rags; they may come handy next vear. Don't leave business aflairs altogether to clerks, or household aflairs to ser vants. Don't exnect other people to take a ioke ia good part if you flare up for nothing. Don't bla-i e the maker if a number six glove goes to pieces on a number eicht hand. Don't try to suit all your relatives when you name the baby ; suit yourself and stop there. Don't think the world will call you wise if you make a lool of youself through the telephone. Don't imagine the harmony of the solar system will be upset if there s a wrinkle in the back of your new coat. Don't commit suicide if the girl you want won't have you; she wouldn't care a tig and ou might be sorry too late. Don't expect to do a thriving business if you don't tell people through the pa pers where you are artd what you have Mil. FIRM, UAKDX AND HOUSEHOLD. Farm and Garden Notes. Keep fighting the insect enemies. Poor fences often make bad neigh bors. Exterminate weeds, briars and bram bles, everywhere. Alfalfa, or Lucerne, is California's greatest forage and fodder plant. Quicklime is destructive to worms. slugs and the larvre of injurious in sects. The Farmers' Alliance of England is credited with large influence in the late elections there. New Orleans has shipped to France and Italy within a year 2,400,000 gallons of cotton-seed oil. The annual tribute paid as rent to the landed aristocracy of England by the farmers is estimated at $500,000,000. At a recent shearing at Caldwell Prairie, Bacine county, Ind , the heav iest fleece shorn was twenty-seven pounds. Nathan Stowell, the originator of the famous Evergreen sweet corn, is still living at Burlington, N. J., and is eighty-seven years of age. Farmers who keep sheep should not forget to dip the lambs in tobacco water about three weeks alter shearing to kill the ticks. Fowls are very fond of milk and thrive well upon it. Sour milk will bring better returns in eggs than in any other way it can be fed. The wheat crop of the world for 1879 shows a deficiency of 375.000,000 bush els. Nearly 200,000,000 of this defi ciency was in Europe alone. The prospect is good for an unprece dented wheat crop in all sections ol the republic where the grain is grown, in both quantity ana quality. Three tablespoonluls of London pur ple, well mixed in a peck of plaster of prris. win mase a compouna wmcn is sure death to the Colorado beetle. During the past fiscal year, according to official information -obtained at Washington, more settlers have occu pied homesteads on the public lanls than in any former years. Clean farming is the best under all circumstances, and if adopted as a rule will tend largely toward preventing the increa&e of chinch bugs atd ol all other injurious insects. It is said that one spoonful of coarse powdered saltpeter to a pail of water will destroy potatoe bugs, squash bugs, and other insects. For roses it is un surpassed. For maggots that work at the root of squash vines, pour about a pint of the liquid ton the root of each vine as soon as tho pests indicate them selves. Heclpes. Bitoii.ED Beefsteak. If possible have a nice bed of coals ; put the steak on a hot-buttered gridiron, let it remain till nicely browned, turn, letting the other side brown, also remove to plate. taking care not to lose the juice; butter, sprinkle with salt, and cover tightly; serve hot. If the stepk is tough it may be made more tender by pounding with the edge of a plate. Ecgs Poached. bet a stewpan on too of stove, pour a pint or two of boil inz water in, add two teaspooniuis salt, drop eggs carefully in ; when whites are firm, draw on water, dip up, put a nttie i . . i. I it J ! i DUtter on eacii egg, uuu, u uusueu, sprinkle with pepper. Eggs Fkied. Break eggs into a dish, bu'-ter a warm fryinpan, pour care fully in, sprinkle with pepper and salt cover: when whites are lirru take up or, if preferred, turn and fry the other side. Omelets. Beat six eggs, stir in one teacupful sweet milk and one-half tea- spoonful salt; butter omelet pan freely, nour 1". set over moderate nre. keep raising edges; .when firm and a rich brown on the under side turn together and lay doubled on the plate. The pan should never be washed, but rubbed with a woolen cloth. Ouirled Potatoes. Boil potatoes; when hot pres slightly through a col ander into a dish or platter; sprinkle over a little salt and set In an oven a moment to dry, not brown, before send in g to the table. This is an attractive dish and is very nice. The Power of Enjoyment. Comparatively!few people possess uni formly cheerful dispositions. Most of us have our sad hours ana mooas. nut. whatever his disposition, a man is hound bv the laws ol his own being. and by those of his social relations, to cultivate the virtue of cheerfulness as siduously and constantly. Ho has no more right to injure his neighbor s hap piness than toiintenere wituh is pecuni ary property, aud he cannot indulge m venting Ul-humor or spieen, witu gloomy forebodings or complaints, or even carrying a sad, sour, frowning visage, without sensibly diminishing the enjoyment or comiort oi otner9, ana thus intringing on their rights. Any individual who has tried to do so can win himself from despondency and surilness. The power of enjoyment is in itself a faculty capable ol improve ment, and as practice always enuances rawer, it is a good thing to lorm me habit of enjoyment. It is not true tLat the sources ol pleasure are few and rare, but it is sadly true that we pass them bv unnoticed. We crave the ex citementof business or politics of fash ionable life, and lorget the world of in nocent eniovment .that we trample un der foot. Nature and art oiler their treasures in vain, the loveliness of child hood, the attractions of home, the real satisfaction of honest labor, the simple nleasureof little things all plead lor ut terance, but we repulse them. How can we possess a cheerlul spirit and a glad heart when we scornfully deupise our simple pleasures? Every innocent means of happiness should be welcomed, and glooomy thoughts persistently ban ished. The Bnmble-Bce. Did vou ever atoD to consider the im mense power possessed by a tumble-bre? An insect weighing no more than a tenth of an ounce is cnp.ible of "ra:sing" a man weighing 220 pounds from a bench in the public park, and then have lotsof lifting material left. Just stop and think of it. The stinger of the bee 5b not near as large as the finest needle, but such is the force behind it that it can be driven through heavy cloth pants, backed by merino drawers and into trie flesh. If a man could wield a crowbar in comparison, he could drive it through seven sawmills and a distillery at one blow. Nature could not give the bee teeth and claws without spoiling its beauty, and in compensation she gave this stinger as a weapon of attack and defense. II the bee had no weapon, ants, beetles and bugs could cuff him arouud as they pleased ; but, as it is, he is the boss of Aie walk, and won't take a word from any of them. The bumble-bee is not naturally or a quarrelsome disposition, but he can't sit down over half an hour without feel ing that some one was doing him a great wrong. If left to himself, he will crawl up your coat sleeve, look around and go about his business ; but if we corned with a blow between the eyeB, he is going to be revenged if he breaks a leg. lie invar ably closes his eye wnen he stings, and you have only to look a bee square in the face to see when he is tooling around, ana when ne means fourteen per cent, per annum. - The hay field is a favorite resort of the bumble-bee, but you can find him al most everywhere else if you try hard. Having no pair of long hind legs he cannot build his nest in a marsh, like a frog ; and having no beak in which to carry straw he cannot nest in ft tree like a bird. He therefore takes to the grass, and under the roots of an old stump, or among a pile of old rails, he rears his gentle young, and gives them printed in structions as to the difference between stinging six-inch stove pipes and runa way boys. The knowledge oi old oees is powerful. They know where the schoolhouse is. They know when the school is out. They can sail miles away from home, get in their work on a farmer's son weeding out corn, and re turn homo without missing a lence cor ner, or need of an afternoon nap. As a rule they are early risers. Barefooted boys driving up their cows at daylight will find the bumble bee out of bed, and ready to begin the arduous labors of the day. Along about sundown he quits work, counts noses to Bee it the lamny are all in, and then stows himself away for a night of calm and peaceful re pose. The Seren Bibles oi the World. m r . i . 3 il . ine seven DiDies oi tue woriu are tue Koran ol the Mohammedans, the Eddas of the Scandinavians, theTry Pitikes of the Buddhists, the Five Kings of the Chinese, the three Vedas of the Hin doos, the Zendavesta, and the t cap tures of the Christians. 1 he Koran is the m )st recent of these seven bibles. and not older than the seventh century of our era. It is a compound of quota tions from the Old and New Testaments, the Talmud, and the Gospel of St. Bar nabas. Tho Eddas of tho Scandinavians were first published in the fourteenth century. The Pitikes of the Buddhists contain BUblime morals and pureaspna tions, but their author lived and died in the sixth century before Christ. There is nothing of excellence In these sacred books notjfound in the Bible. The sa cred writings of the Chinese are called the Five Kings, " king " meaning web ol cloth or the warp that keeps the threads in their place. They contain the best sayings of the best saves on the ethico-political duties of life. These sayings cannot be traced to a period higher than tho eleventh century u. t. The three Vedas are the most ancient books of the Hindoos, and it is the opin ion of Max Muller, Wilson, Johnson and Whitney that they are not older than eleven centuries B. C. The Zenda vesta of the Persians is tho grandest of all sacred books next to our Bible. Zor oaster, whose sayings it contains, was born in the twellth century li. C. Moses lived and wrote his Pentateuch fifteen centuries B C, and therefore has a clear margin of 300 ye irs older t ian the most A Wonderful Mesmerise r. Strange stories come from India of the feats performed by a native nies meriser named Buni. whose magnetic power would appear to tie found quite which he exclusively exerts it. He gives seances, to which the public are invited to bring all manner of ferocious and untamable wild beasts, and holds them with hi9 glittering eye. In a few seconds they subside into a condition of cataleptic stillness, from which they can only be revived by certain passes which he solemnly executes witu nis right hand. A snake in a state of violent irritation was brought to Buni by a menagerie proprietor, inclosed in a wooden cage. When deposited on the platform it was writhing and hissing fiercely. Buni bent over the cage and fixed his eyes upon its occupant, gently waving las hand over the serpent s rest lees head. In less than a minute the snake stretched itself out, stiffened, and lav aoDarentlv dead. Buni took it up and thrust several needles into its body, but it gave no sign of life. A few passes then restored it to its former angry a tivity. Subsequently a savage i i i j l i. i : . . . aog, iieiu in leasii oy ii" uwucr, wo brought in, and, at Buni's command, let loose upon mm. as h was i us mix in ward him, bristling with fury, he raised his hand, and in a second tue uerco brute dropped upon its belly as though it was stricken by lightning. It seemed absolutely paralyzed by some unknown agency, and was unable to move a muscle until released from the mag netiser's spell by a majestic wave of his hand. " Please pass the butter," as the man remarked when he sent his goat by rail.
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