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TIOKESTA, PA 1, SEPT. 7, 1881. $1.50 Per Annum. mtnnb A I Ion Talks. cornor, wtiar' I've, got fu many a year, An' I sealed every word ye uttered with a genooine hoarty tear J ; It's bin a long time, parson, sonce ye spoke in go ilno a Rlrniu, An' I hopo (he Iiord '11 spare ye to do it ofn again. Yer text wa'nt outen the Bible ye must 'a made it er-olf ' Hut a bettor ono war' nevor tuk from the theological shelf, Fur truer words uor souuuer onoa in the good book can't lie found : "The bent o' crop aro sometimes raised im tho most.unpromising ground." As soon as tho words war' spoken my heart opened up its ears, An' whilo it swallowod tho gospel truth my eyes war' swimming' in tears, Kur it seemed to mo ye war' aimiii' at the pew in which I sot ; Vcr language 111 tod a lot o' my past experience to a dot. I guoBs you remember Charlie, the wildest boy in the State, Alius in deviltry, parson, in mischief early an' late. Bobbin' the neighbors' orchards, runnin' with Qodless boys, An' a-playiu' with his parents' hearts Jes' like they war rubber toys. From bad to worse he slidod, a siukin' lower an' lower Kep' driftin'out on sin's darkest ream away from morality's shore Farthor and farther he Jriftod, an' lower an' lower he sunk, Till at last all hope departed when they fotched him homo to us drunk I Bad companions had led him to a cursed don in town, Where he played with cards an' swallowed the fiery pizen down They kep' a edgin' him onward till his brain war all aflro Bunk him down till he wallored like a gruntin hog in the mire. When sober ho promisod faithfully he'd never (ouch it agin, , An' fur weeks he stuck to his promise, hold up " a bright as a pin. But the tempter agin foil on him, the fearful demon o' drluk, An' sunk him wliar I'd no Idoe a human boiu' conld sink, An' then dark stories reached us of his doinV here an' there; . Of the company he war' keepin' an' the o rimer ho helped to share; Headed straight fur perdition we saw our pool son go, With not one redeemiu' feature to lighten the . awful blow ! At last his worn-out mother tuk sick an' passed away, An' Charlie cum to the home lm hadn't seen fur many a day; I'll nover forgit the expression that cum to his bloated fa'e As he gazed on his poor old mothor locked fast iu death's embrace. -The tears cum forth in torrents as he stooped an' kissed her cheek, An' the sobs o' mis'ry choked him till he could hardly speak; But at last he cried in anguish that cut my heart liko a knife: " Oh, Qod an' mothor for'ivo me, au' I'll lead a bettor life 1" I've bin to Washington, parson, got back from thar last night, An' I sot in the Congress chamber, my soul swelled up with delight. I sot thar' alongside Charlie, when he give 'em a speech so grand That the greatest men in the country rushed up fur to shako his hand. Flushed an' triumphant, he stood thar a-lis- tonin' to their praise, An' a-woariu' tho same sweet look he wore in his earlior boyhood days. An' now do ye wonder, parson, that my heart gin a desporato bound When ye said that tho best o' crops could bo growod on thenioBt onproruisin' ground? Detroit Free Press. Between the Tides. A flawless day was the twenty-third of April in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and seventy-nine. The regu lation morning breezes hud been lured into the poppy fields of Angel island and put to sleep by the narcotic kisses of Circe. And even the zephyrs gentle pages to the erst-while brawlers had been shut up in the weather clerk's Bignal-box until 53 o'clock in the after noon. Then the yachts came out and the zephyrs were released. It was not very good weather for sailing that the zephyrs made, though they blew till their rosy cheeks were like soap bubbles, and the white sails were filled with scented breath. The lumbering schoon ers staggered in zigzag pathways, as if thy meant to slice away the island noses with their dull prows; and, in deed, the yachts sailed scarcely any faster, only the little plungers made un locked headway, running at their own sweet will, it seemed. The north har bor was dotted with sails. Every body and everybody's wife and children and friends were out. So there was nothing strange about the mere pres ence of a young man and a young woman in a small rowboat amid the scenes of lazy commerce and busy gayety. Cer tainly it was not strange, for there were ahundred other people out that after noon in rowboats, to say nothing of the professional boatmen, the men with sculls and the rowing clubs. If the people on the yachts which they met noticed them, they doubtlessly viewed Farmer I sot in the amen them with pity mingled witn contempt, or else looked at them artistically and thanked Qod for poverty and the picturesque. As for the couple in tho. boat, they did not notice anything but each other at least except as tho young man found it necessary to change his direc tion in rowing to avoid being run down. After a while even this became unnec essary. They were rowing with the ebb tide, and after they had passed the newly-finished bit of sea-wall east of the old Meiggs wharf, tho channol was comparatively clear. It was then about half-past three. " Let us float," said the young man ; " pretty soon the tide will turn ; then we will turn." "Very well, Tom," said the young woman. Really, she was as yet a girl. She could not have been more than nineteen, ller figure was slight, but indicative of rare gracefulness. Her face swas not pretty that is, mopt would not think it pretty. Both mouth and nose were large. Her eyes were blue, and held an odd look half earnest, half careless difllcult to define, yet impossible to disrogard. It was a striking face, almost fascinating, withal a good face a face in which heart showed first and intellect after wj id. The man was, exteriorly, common place You might take a description at random from your scrap-book of con ventional current fiction, and it would be likely to do him more than justice. But what of that ? She was " Laura " and he was "Tom." They had been talking gayly ever since they left tho landing at the foot of Wash in gton street. When Tom spoke they had apparently reached some com mon and very satisfactory conclusion, for she looked very happy, and she said, tenderly for she had a sweet, low voice, tunable as a perfect bell or a wave Bob : " loa will ask her to morrow, lorn t "Yes, Laura; or to-night, if you like." "She will look at you wild-eyed and perhaps scold you a bit." "Oh, I'm not afraid. How could I be with such a prize to gain ?" They had passed the point, the swim ming beach, the Presidio ; they were nearing the fort at the gate. A sudden swirl in the current twisted the bow of tho boat sharply around. Tom had been leaning forward, the better to talk to Laura, the more easily to hold her hand, perhaps. As the boat shifted its direction, be instinctively reached for the oars. His hands touched the empty rowlocks. The oars were gone. He looked around, but they were nowhere o be seen. A cry of horror rose to hie lips. Luckily he stilled it there. He looked quickly, furtively at his com panion. She had seen and understood. He forced a laugh, and his companion was deceived by it. "Then it is not 60 very bad?" she said, and the color came back to her cheelc. " No, it is a good joke," he replied. "Only we will be out rather late. When the tide turns we will go back boom in." Keally he had very little hope. His judgment told him that the tide had not yet turned, and unless it did turn almost instantly the swift current would carry them out into .the offing, and amid the breakers at the bar, where their frail bout would not live an instant. And then. He could not swim a stroke. If he could the distance to the shore was too far to make that of any use. If only they had a rudder they might run the boat ashore; but unfortunately they had been in time to -secure only tho very last, rudderless skiff. ' Thank the Fates it does not leak." " Does not leak ?" He looked down, and saw that the irregular bottom of the boat was covered with water to the depth of al most half a foot. When they had started away from the pier landing Tom had braced his feet against a broad cross cleet, and Laura s stout boots rested on the same dry foothold. Until then neither had noticed the water. Tom searched in the bottom of the boat for a bailing can. He could not find cne. Laura moved so as to look into the little locker under the stern seat.TltThere was no can there. " What shall we do ?" she said. "I must bail with my hat," he re plied, slowly, as if thinking it out; " the water must come in very slowly, it is a long time since we left Washington street wharf." He looked at his watch; it was then past four and they were nearly opposite Fort Point. So far as they could see there was not a single sail in the olhng. ruey looned oacK at the city; there were bo out-coming tugs or steamers, or schooners even. Then they looked out through the gate, and wondered. There is an untranslatable poetio something about our Golden Gate that the sympathetic beholder, in-coming or out-going, or gazing upon it from any standpoint, never fails to realize. Some thing which perhaps he acknowledges, vet may never put it into fitting phrases. Perhaps it is because it seems so to hold the keys of our Ualuornia lite, that we may not dissociate it from either our history or our future. Perhaps it is be cause in looking at it one can never quite discern its big beyond, of weal or of woe, of sunshine or of tempest. "We should never have had this sun set anywhere else, Laura," and Tom pointed to the declining sun, hanging without a cloud above the wilderness of waves. They looked back at the city, and all the western windows were aflame. " I did not think before (here was so much gold in 'Frisco. " said Tom. "Ob. Tom. I don't want to die and leave it all." said Laura, tremblingly. The dallvini' breeze had shaken oil the spell. The air had grown suddenly chill. Far ahead they could see the ominous white of the careening swell, and along the shore they heard the dull boom of the surf. Lower and lower sauk the white, electric dazzle; buff and Eink arid orange toning into narrow elts of opal. Right ahead rose the black Farallones, and as the sun sank still lower they stood out in unbroken outline against its disk. - Writh his soft hat Tom made slow pro gress in bailing. Until then the water had oozed in so slowly that danger from leakage had not alarmed him until then; the current, too, had carried them along so gently that the danger of up setting had not iresented itself. But after they passed the fort the motion of the waves changed, not suddenlybut gradually, until at last the boat was rocking like a cedar chip in the eddies of a mill-race. And still the tide had not turned. Ceasing hia bailing for an instant Tom thought he heard the sound of water trickling into the boat. Perhaps it was his instinct of danger and not his ears that warned him, for the waves were splashing against the outside, and the motion caused a constant lapping of the water within the boat. Tom made a careful examination, and at htst found a little hole through which the water poured in a fitful stream as the boat rocked from side to side. " I must stop that leak," he said. "Can you bail?" The sun had set and the flush was fading out of the western sky. In all the wasto of waters there was no moving object. If there had been a ship in sight she could have seen it, she thought, almost despairingly. She began to bail as well as she could, with the felt hat, and in her cramped position. A long line of gray was com ing up from the south. " It is fog," said Tom, in a whisper. Until he said "It is fog" she did not realize the almost utter hopelessness of their position. Even if the tide should turn before they reached the bar it would be impossible to protect them selves in a fog. For a moment she thought she should quite break down, the fate before them seemed so terrible. Tom had succeeded in stopping the look and had resumed bailing. To make that task easier he had cut the brim from his hat. The fog was now all around them, and it was quite dark. They thought they heard the surf more distinctly. The tide has turned," said Tom. And so it had, but just how they would be affected by the change they could not tell. Tom kept on bailing until the amount of water in the boat had materially decreased.. They had not spoken to each other for some mo ments. At la6t Laura leaned forward. Her hand touched Tom's, and he took it in his own. That hand-clasp meant to them things unspeakable, ner hand was very cold, almost as cold as his own. In his pocket was a silk handkerchief; ho handed it to her and bade her tie it about her neck, for he dared not rise to fasten it there himself. Then he took both her hands between his own, striv ing to keep them warm. Laura was the first to speak, and her voice was quite firm, soarcely even sor rowful: "Tom, dear, I do not want to die; and yet death cannot take from us the boon of having died together." " But wo shall not die now, Laura; I know we'll not." There was the ring of conviction in hia toces. ' Tho profound resignation underlying her words hud struck the right key in his own nature, and the thought of his first despairing mood made him almost angry. "But it's awfully hungry wo are, my dear," were his next words. " I'm ashamed of you," said Laura, and she actually laughed. Tom laughed also. x When two persons in such a position can laugh, it is either " very brave " of "very shocking, according to tne creed we first sucked und the "so forth " of our salad days. The fog was all around them, and neither could see the other's face. The fog was cold, and from time to time Laura had shivered once or twice, audi bly, though quite involuntarily, for she was a brave little woman. When the rinple of tho young girl's laughter rang out amid the fog (above vthe boom of the surf, the far-away barking of the sea lions on Seal rocks, and tho near, yet distant, scream of the fog signal), and when his own laughter was smothered in the fog folds, Tom repeatod: ." But I am hungry, awfully " What he might have gone on to say is forever sealed. The next moment the boat struck something with great mo mentum, and that is all Laura remem bered till she-awoke in tho queer little cabin of the Sarah Emma, brigantine, in-bound from Australia. . A woman's gentle face bent above her own in anxious, motherly regard, and dear Tom sat on a locker behind the gangway, with glad tears in his eyes to see the color bteal back to her cold cheeks. " And now you must havo a bit to eat," said tha captain's wife, in hospita ble accents. But Laura shut her eyes, half mali ciously, und murmured: "Give it t-o him, please; he's always hungry." " That's what you'll not dare say when you become Mrs. Tom," said the young man, triumphantly; and as the matronly figure of the captain's wife disappeared in the Vhadow of the gangway, he kissed her shut eyus softly, and turned away. Sau hraucisco Argonaut. The bequests of James E. Brown, of Kittanig, Penn., for various church purpo.ej aggregate 1,680,000. OBMTIES. Whoever conquers indoleuoe can con quer most things. The Chinese written laugnage con sists of one hundred thousand char acters. All the natives of high northern lati tudes are short, measuring little more than four feet. Let him who regTets the loss of time make proper use of that which is to come in the future. The Druids gathered their facred mistletoe with a gold knife when tho moon was six days old. In domestic animals, such as the horse and cow, the coat is of a some what lighter color in winter than in summer. Tho gaanaco of Patagonia is de scribed as having the head of a camel, the body of a deer, wool of a sheep and neigh of a horse. Leland mentions a feast given in the reign of Edward IV., at which 1,000 sheep, 2,000 geese, 2,000 pigs and 5,000 custards were consumed. It is asserted by Sir Gardinr Wilkin son that Egyptian mummies have been discovered with teeth stopped with gold. There is nothing new under the sun. An auk's egg was sold in London not long ago for 8500; only fifty of these eggs are known to be in existence, but the fabled roc's egg could scarcely command a higher price if offered for sole. The objection to horses with white feet, though mostly considered a mere caprice, is reasonable enough, for white hoofs are more brittle than black ones, and are much more liable to break and contract than those of a dark color. In some countries, especially in the East, obesity is considered a beauty, and Tunisian young ladies are fattened before marriage. Roman matrons, on the contrary, used to Btarve their daughters before the ceremony, to give them leanness. Annoyances of Editors, Not editoi s alone but nearly all busi ness men daily receive communications from individuals in whom they have not tho slightest interest, butwho.neverthe loss, feel terribly aggrieved if the most senseless inquiry is not immediately an swered by the long-suffering portion of humanity whose trials Job himself could scarcely have borne with patience. Some persons seem to have a mistaken impression that the business of other people couldn't be carried on at all without "valuable suggestions and ad vice from themselves," said "advice" generally coming in a badly spelled, horribly written missivo, informing the delighted recipient that "he's an idiot, and that the writer always knew hc-4 was. Of course all dissatisfied cor respondents don't express their opinions in the above straightforward manner, but say what, in the end, really amounts to about the same thing. As a rule, editors are not unwilling to answer respectful queries, or those that can in any way benefit, the ques tioner or the public; but when, during a political campaign, somebody wants to know if the aspirant for gubernatorial honors really did throw his mcther-in-law over a mammoth two-inch boulder into a roaring, rushing,foaming,fathom less washtub below, or why it isn't grammatical to say " them ink bottles is mine," the average editor is apt to pine for a " lodge in some vast wilder ness." Another annoyance is caused by as- 1 A - I'l. 1 V 1 t pirants io literary nonors, wuo oegin uy saying: " I now take my pen in hand," and asking why they can't write length wise and crosswise, and diagonally across the paper when they send an article for publication. If some such original genius didn't take special pains to siy ho took the pen in his band, al most any editor would be just foolibh enough to imagine that the writer shoved it up uuder bis left optic, or tied it to a lock of his auburn hair, but tho positive statement that he holds the lien in his hand precludes the possibility of any conjecture on the subject, thus saving the editor's valuable time, as he might otherwise spend several precious minutes speculating on tho matter. Then there are the "chronic grumb lers" who never were satisfied with anything, and never will bo, and who send delightful autograph letters to tho unfortunate publisher ot some paper, complaining that ho " prints too much trash, and too little sense, or too much sense, a ad too little trash," anything in fact that will do to growl about, and make people think the sun is under a permanent eclipse. Then, too, the " sweet affection " that exists between the editors of rival papers must be a source of intense gratification to all concerned, and be accused of conduct ing any publication simply from merce nary motives, when everybody knows that editors are dead-heads, and poverty- stricken beings anyhow, must soon cause regret for the vanished days of happy childhood, when they could play "mumblety-peg" with the tolerable certainty of hitting somebody with the deadly weapon ufied in that delightfel game. These are but a few of the daily trials to which editors are subjected, although " life is not all dark " to them anymore than individuals who follow some other profession. Most people have as many friends as they deserve, and doubtless the delight of occupying a conspicuous position at circuses and public entertainments more than coun terbalance any trifling annoyance like the few herein mentioned. Inn S. Hud son, in Detroit tVee J'ress. RELGI0USiREA,MXU. iQanlltr vs. Quantity. When Dr. Robert Finley took into his home at Basking Ridge four lads as pupils in a private school, it was appa rently an insignificant undertaking. For a man of his consummate intellectual and moral power to be spending his time in teaching four boys provoked his friends to interpose remonstrance, nis answer was sublime. "It will prove no waste of time or strength if these boys shall make the sort of men that, by God's grace, I mean they shall." So he plodded on, laboriously laying the foundations not of culture only, but of character. Like Arnold at Rugby and Mary Lyon at South Hadley, he taught, first of all, that conscience and the Bible must find in the heart and life a shrine and a throne. He gave those boys a thorough moral training, as well as a thorough intellectual dis cipline. Who did those four boys afterward become ? They were Chancellor Green, Governor Vroom, Judge Dayton and Samuel L. Southard. Hero is a lesson for Sunday-school teachers. Rev. Dr. A. T. Pierson. Religious News and Notes. There are 1,100 Young Men's Chris tian associations in the United States and 2,400 in the world. The first meeting of the committee appointed to prepare a creed for the Congregational churches will be held in Syracuse Sept 27. The Methodist Episcopal church has in this country forty-five colleges and theological seminaries, besides ninety other high grade institutions of learn ing. There are 118 Protestant missions in New York city, where Sunday schools and preaching, and other religious and moral services for adults or children or both, are regularly carried on. Pennsylvania has 5G8 Baptist churches, containing 04,572 members. The small est (Zion, Butler county,) has five mem bers, and the largest (Fourt Church, of Philadelphia,) has 7G2 members. The Rev. Dr. Henry MacMaHen, for thirteen years pastor of the First Pres byterian church m Toledo, Onio, lias been elected Chancellor of the western universities of Pennsylvania in Pitts burg and Allegheny. The revised New Testament has been adopted for all services in the chapel of the Theological Seminary at Andover and in Phillips Academy. President Porter has introduced it in the Yale chapel. Dr. McCosh reads from it in connection with the old version in the religious services ho conducts at Prince ton College. At the various ministors meetings in Chicago, the following topics were dis cussed : by the Methodists, "The Causes of Modern Skepticism, by the Baptists, "The Preacher and his Bible ;" by the Congiegationalists, "The Home Mis sionary Meeting of the Previous Week." The Presbyterian ministers went into tne country for a picnic. The Baptist anniversary meetings which recently closed at Indianapolis, and which were the most interesting of any yet held, show great advance in all departments of Christian work. The Publication Society received last yeai S421.137, and issued 509,000,000 pages. Sixty-nine colporteurs and bunday school missionaries have been at work in forty-three States and Territories, Foreign missions received $313,774, and home missions 8235.032, an increase of nearly one-third over last year. Dr. Duncan, of Cincinnati, stated that the million of freedmon who can read had no copy of the Scriptures. At a meetiug neid by tne Jews in Chicago, May 2Cth, to protest against the persecution of their race in Southern Russia, addresses were made by Prof, Swing, Rabbi Hirsch, Judge Rogers, Thomas Hayne, and others. Rewolu tions of sympathy with the sufferers were adopted, a collection of $88'J was taken up, and tho U. S. Govemmont was renuested to convey its appreciation of the efforts of the Tsar to protect his Jewish subiects. The Government was also asked to instruct its consuls resi dent in the disturbed district to extend needed aid us far as possible. Precious lHrt. Great care is taken in tho shops of jewelers and others where articles are manufactured of gold to prevent the waste of tho piecious metal. Evory scrap of filing, scraping or grinding is preserved for the assayer. The buff wheels on which gold or silver are pol ished, when they are worn out, are burned, and tho lire soon develops fine particles of the precious metals that cannot bo seen with the naked eye. Even the sweepings of the shops are kept, and aro worth about 870 a barrel after the most scrupulous care has been taken to prevent stray pieces gotting in to it. It is said that the Scotch assayers are most successful. Sometimes assay ers will buy the sweepings of a shop at a given price per barrel, taking the risk of what they will yield. W'henever a shop floor is to be taken up and renewed, it is always calculated that the dirt accumulated in the crevices will mora than pay the cost of the now floor. Jewelers tay that the value of the shop dirt is owing to the dust of metals that is blown about the place, and not from any carelessness of work men. Even after the assayers have got through the loss on jewelers' stock is generally about two per cent. This in cludes whatever may be taken, if any thing, by dishonest workmen. .Yu York Sun. It Mny Not Bo. It may not bo our lot to wield The sickle in the ripened field; Nor onrs to lear on summer eves The reaper" song among the sheaves,- Yet where our duty's task is wroncht In uuison with God's great thought, The near and future blond in one, And whatso'er is willed is done. And ours the grateful service whence Gomes day by day tho recompense; The hope, the trust, th purpose sUyod, The fountain and the noondav shade. John a. WhUlier HUMOR OF THE BAY, Bernhardt'a future tomb, we learn from tho New York Commercial, will b adorned with Sara phims. "I love thy rocks and drills," as the young fellow sang to the rich miner's daughter. Salem Sunbeam. When we see a man with oceans of oil on his hair, it always suggests to us a head-light. Statesman, That butter is too fresh," as the man remarked when the goat lifted him over the garden fence. Lowell Citizen. The hen now sits on the garden fence But can no mischief hatch, Because the seeds have all come up; Plants are too big too scratch. Wit and Wisdom. "A rolling Btono gathers no moss,'' but one that sticks in the same place continually gets so covered with moss that it can t see its way out. St. houit Spirit. Ida Lewis has been given another medal. She will be so rich in medals directly that she will starve to death, says the Free Press, of Elmirn, New York. It is the easiest thing in the world to write fun. All you've got to do is to sit down and think of it and then write it. We could write columns of it if we could think of it. Middletown Tramcririt. At a session of the Teachers' associa tion recently held at Saratoga, a report was read showing a large percentage of defect in sight among scholars, which would seem very naturally to arise from . tho disorder of the pupils. Statesman. Flower Clocks and Barometers. Even the most casual observer of na ture must have noticed the closing of certain flowers upon the partial or en tire withdrawal of light. Thus the click weed is sensitive to cloudy weather and acts almost as a barometer, and every one knows the action of the "pimpernel, or " poor man s weather grass, (AnagalliB arvensis, Xj). mis pretty little plant is frequent on New- pori lsiana, wnere a nave iouuu ir,, p s pecially on the cliffs beyond the first beach. It is adventitious from Europe. Tennyson, who is an acute observer, sajt of it: " The pimpernel dozed on the lea." Tho well-known Marvel of Teni is also called "Four o'clock" from iis habit of opening at about that hour. If wo watch any plant we shall find that it has a pretty definite time of expand ing or closing its petals, as well as a particular way of doing it. Botanists, then, rpeak of tho waking and sleeping conditions of tho plant, and much re search has been bestowed upon the sub ject in order to find out the physical action and cause of the phenomena. In his recent volume on " Movement in Plants," Mr. Darwin gives the results of his painstaking investigations of this and kindred subjects. As generally happens in his work, while he is steadily aiming at some particular point, he dis poses of any quantity of obscurities ss side issues on the way. LinniBus, noting the precise times of opening and closing of flowers, con structed a floral clock in his gardens at Upsat, where the hours were indicated by the conditions of different plants. Afterward. DeCandolle did the same for the latitude of Taris. The clock of Linnn'us in Sweden runs slower than that of DeCandolle in Franco. Climate as well as latitude, and particular sea sons also, would influence this Kensi rive horologe. Those interested will find DeUandolle's list given in Figuier's Vegetable World," American edition, page 134. Of a few familiar plants the hours of opening are about as follows: Morning glory, 3 to 4 a. m.; pimpernel, 8 to 10 a. m. ; Marvel of Peru, 4 to 7 p. m.; evening primrose, 5 to 7 r. m.; night blooming cereus, 7 to 8 r. m. "Thus in each tlowor and simple bell, 'J hat iu our path bctrodden lie, Aro sweet romt'iubraueers who toll How fast tho winged luouK-uts fly." The hours of closing are as definite as those of opening, and thus we may ar range quite a dial, the hours being indi cated by particular plants. The plants may bo confused by means of artificial light, but upon withdrawal of tho un natural conditions, will, sooner or later, resume their normal record. It is curious to watch the different attitudes flowers assume in repose. In the botanio garden in Cambridge tho writer used to go out toward evenkig to watch the changes. Tho movements ere sometimes very quick, especially those of tho foliage, which also has its time of sleep. Thus in the little Mar silia, a water-plant, with four ob cordate leaflets, these turn in upou each other from the expanded condition, so as to meet face to faco. There is quite a per ceptible little "click" when the move ment occurs. Tho petals of some plants droop in slumber; others fold crossways! still others curl up lengthwise. Ho with the raytlorets of the Composite. Th w hole aspect of a garden is, hence, quite changed in the evening. In fact, it does, not do to allow our investigations ta ease with the daylight,
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