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Vol. XV. No. 3.
TIONESTA, PA. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12, 1882. $1.50 Per Annum.
Look Up, Not Down.
Life to some In full of sorrow
Half in real, lialf they borrow;
Full of rocks and full of lodges,
Corners sharp and cutting edgon.
Ynongh the jrty hells may be ringing,
Not a song you'd hear thorn singing;
Hoeing never makes tliem wiso,
Looking out from downcast oyes.
All in vain tho sun is shining,
Waters sparkling, biosHoms twining;
They but see thronyh these same sorrows,
Had to-days and worse to-morrows,
Hoe the clouds that mnst paHS over;
Hue tho weeds among the clover
Everything and anything
But the gold the sunbeams bring.
Training from the bittor fountain,
Lol yon mole-hill soems a mountain;
Drons of dow and drops of rain
Kwell into the mighty main.
All in vain the blowing shower,
And the mercies fall with power;
Gathering chaff, ye tread the wheat,
llieh and loyal, 'noath your feet.
Lot it not he so, my neighbor;
Look up, as you love and labor.
Not for one alone woe's vials,
Every ono has cares and trials.
Joy and pain are linkd together.
Like tli fair and cloudy weather;
May we have Oh let ns pray
Faith and patience for to-day.
Advance.
Elsie's Three Offers.
The last touch was given to the dainty
toilet, and escaping from the hands ol
mamma and maid little Elaie Baird
vent slowly down the polished stairp,
buttoning: the last plove as she went.
" JiiHt a little while more and it will
begin," she thought. "What fun it it
to be grown np 1 1 am glad now that
mamma wouldn't let me go to the Roger"
ball in the spring. It's a great deal
nicer to have ray own tho very first, and
not Oh 1" with a sudden scream of de
light, as the tarn of the landing brought
into-vie w the hall below, lamp-hung and
-flowe'-festooned, with orange trees and
white-budded lauresfines veiling tlit
corners ; and screening the musician
stand a tall bunk of fair and rose-red
ea-ii l!iw. to which Cousin Robert and
the gardener were at this moment putting
tne lunt touches. All these wonders hitii
been evoked sii en Elbiewent upstair
for her or-ppratory nap. No wondersU
cried, "Ohl"
It is fairy-la id I It in too beautiful
to be trne I ' she Called down over the
balustrade.
. " Juat so," responded her cousin from
below qnite too beautiful to be true,"
looking admiringly at the slender
vision in fleecy white as it came sweep
ing down, and. notincr each point, the
dimpled shoulders, the tender bloom,
the tin 08 of golden hair which played
around that sweetest face, in which child
and woman seemed to blend so won
derfully. " Well, Elide, I call that well
got np. What 1 three bouquets I How
are you going to manage with them all,
may I ak V
" Do I look nice ? ' said Elsie, twist
ing her head round to survey her train
that long delightful incumbrance
which to her imagination seemed the
visible badge and diploma of young
ladyhood. "I am glad you like my
dress, Cousin Robert. And isn't it
fun T about the bouquets, I mean. They
all came while I was asleep. This big
one is from Harry Blount. Did you
ever see such n monster? lie must
have cut every flower iu his mother's
greenhouse. And such a note as came
with it! 'Dear Elsie, wear it for my
sake.' Now, Cousin Robert, imagine
my wearing suoh a thing I"
' It is rather like a prize cabbage,"
remarked Robert, surveying the hnge
bouquet with a critical eye. "Well,
who sent the others?"
This one I am really proud of,"
said Elsie, dimpling with satisfaction.
" Major Strange sent it, and it's exactly
like the bouquets which all the other
girls have, and makes me feel really and
truly grown np; only it is a pity that
none of the flqwers have any stems. And
I hate those wires; they look so cruel."
. " And the third, which you are hold
ing so tight?"
Now that one really is remarkable,"
said El bit--, blushing not a little.
"Mamma would hardly believe it. See
how exquisite it is I all white rosebuds,
with just this little border of heliotrope
to give a color. So appropriate don't
you think so?"
" Highly appropriate to a child's
funeral," remarked her cousin, grimly.
"Younoedn't show the card; I know
the fellow."
I don't believe you've guessed right
at all," pronounced Elsie, waving the
card triumphantly above her head
" The Rev. Cyril Forsythe." There I
Did you ever ? I know, of course, that
it's all meant as politness to me and
mamma, but it's great fun all the same.
Bouquets, and engaged already for the
gerinan I What will come next V Cousin
Robert, what if I should have an offer 1"
" Do you particularly want one to
night, Midget ?"
Oh, no, not to night; but some day
I think it would bo nice to have one.
Now what shall I do with my flowers?
I can't carry them all."
It's rather like coals to Newcastle
to give you another when you can't dis
pos j of those you have already," Baid
Robert. " Still, here's a posy which I
had brought you myself."
' Charming I" cried Elsie, throwing
her fragrant load ou a table and seizing
the dewy mass of scarlet bloom which
he held out. "You always hit on just
the nicest thing. These are the only
ones that look at all well with my dress.
See 1" h olding the flowers against her
snowy bodice with great effect ''Mayn't
1 carry tbest, Robin deary coaxingly;
" I i m so much the best."
token of gratitude for the preference.
It was finally fettled that all the bou
quets should lie together on a little
table, and that Elsie should give each
an siring in turn during the evening.
With an inaudible sigh Robert
Baird watched his darling as guests
arrived, and the musio began to sound
from behind the camellia screen. The
soft round cheeks he loved grew rosier;
the sweet, delighted eyes glowed with
excitement; Elsie, his pet and treasure,
was fairly launohed on the fair but
treacherous sea of society, and a sense
of ss and .deprivation seized his
spirits.
The old homestead, of which he was
joint owDer, had never looked upon a
prettier scene. Outside, the moonlit
piazzas were sweet with honeysuckle,
the gardens beyond twinkled with
Chinese lanterns, across the soft ducks
and shadowy vistas forms in white flit
ted, gay laughs broke the dewy silences.
Drar little Elsie bad done the honors
prettily by mamma's side; but now the
tide of incoming guests slackens. Some
ono off ers his arm. She is going off to
dance at last, thinks Robert. But no;
the young rector is surely not a dancing
man. On his arm, his flowers in her
band, Elie vanishes. And Robert, with
a faco which is a little rad and not a
little savage, turns away, and spurs
himself np to his hospitable duties.
It is very good of you," said Mr.
Fotsythe, softly, as they gained the
piazza, " to give the first dance-time to.
me. It is better than anything else
onld be to be here in this starry silence,
under heaven's arch, and with you 1"
Elsie wis much awed and impressed.
Was this the way in which clergymen
talked to young ladies ? How nice it
was ! She had been a little afraid that
he would ask her about her soul, and
Elsie did not know much about souls as
yet.
Still, she was a practical little damsel,
ud haviDggazed upat V heaven's arch,"
and seen only the piazza roof, she ven
tured to say: " Didn't you ever care
about dancing, Mr. Forsythe ?"
He looked down serenely at her from
his height of six feet two, but did not
eem offended with the question only
taintly which Elsie noted with relief.
"Not very much," he answered,
ently. "And my time is so full of
itber and gTaver duties that it is small
matter of regret to me that the church
has set the soal of her disapproval on
uch pleasures in the case of her or
dained servants, whose life work is, or
should be, solemn and engrossing."
" Is there really a law against dano
ing, then?" asked Elsie, timidly.
" Not for such as you. To a fair
young lifo like yours such amuse
- ments, when partaken of in modera
tion, are natural and harmless. And
for myself there are many compensa
tions the privilege of ministering to
the aged and sorrowful, of sharing
thei joys and consoling their griefs,
and, sweetest of all, the close relation
which I bear to ray flock."
Elsie murmured an assent. She felt
a little as though she were in church.
Still, it was undeniably gratifying.
"Yes," continued the low, fervent
voice, ' it is a world of contrasts! This
evening I am here shariogin this scene
of gayety amid all that makes life en
joyable. This afternoon I spent by the
bedside of a dying woman, glad to fold
her tired hands and rest af er the
burden of life, even though she left her
children to struggle on alone. I hope
I was able to support and strength "
" Oh," interrupted Elsie, "that must
have been poor Mrs. McCrawl Is she
really dying? How sorry I ami Mamma
is going to take one of the children to
keep as our housemaid, and she hopes
to get little Jenny into the Home. Oh,
I am sorry Mrs. McCraw is dying on
the very day of my party I"
" Yes, dear Miss Baird, it is a world
of contrasts, as I said. Death and life,
sickness and health, poverty there,
luxury here, and heaven over all."
"I am so sorry," cried Elsie, bewil
dered. " I can t help it. I am young
and happy, or I was before you talked
so," the added, with a little pout.
But I don't forget that there are
sick and poor people, and mamma
never does. She is as good as she can
be to them; really she is, Mr. For
sythe." "Indeed, dear child," in a tender
tone, ' I know it well. Your mother is
one of my precious helpers and frient s;
and I would stake my life that you, in
your maiden bloom and happiness
which heaven forbid I should in any
way seek to shadow will also give
yourself to every good and holy work.
I have watcht-d you grow np nnder my
eyo a polished stone of the temple, and
no fairer vision has ever been granted
to cheer my lonely life. And Elsie,"
he added.'still more softly, there is
no hope so dear to me as this forive
me that I speak of it; I cannot refrain;
the wish is too near my heart that in
the future, which seems at this mo
ment so near and so fair, you may for
ever lean as now on my arm. Suffer
me to lead and support you. Come and
brighten my home with your lovely
presence, and be to me the best gift
that God ever bestowed on man."
Elsie drew her hand away and stared
at tho young divine with frightened
eyes.
" An offer I" she cried, breathlessly.
" Are you making me an offer ?"
" What else, dear child?" he respond
ed, with some heat. "And in return
will you tell me "
" Oh, please don't please, ' she
cried, in horror. I don't know any
thing about such things. I'm ao little
so yoansr, 1 mean. Mamma wouldn't
in.-, it. I t row she never ;,i!v,vs n: to
" Angelio diffidence," replied her tor
mentor. "You are right. It is to
your mother that I should have ap
pealed. Yon permit, then, dearest,
that I should make her the judge be
tween us, and come at another time for
my answer? You can whisper it in
mother's ear, in the shelter of mother's
arms, can you not, little startled bird?
Shall it be so, then V
" Oh, yes, yes 1" cried Elsie, frantio
to escape. Mamma will tell you all
about it. Don't say any more to me."
Off she dashed out of the starlit,
rose-scented evening, into the protec
tion of the glare, the crowd, little reck
ing of the long, black, tightly buttoned
figure with clasped hands and eyes
raised to " heaven's arch " which she
left behind. She was prettier than
ever, with her flushed cheeks and shy,
dazzled eyes, and was seized on at once
by a series of expectant partners.
Dance succeeded dance. Young
Harry Blount, sulking in a corner, and
watching his rivals with a pair of glow
ing, jealous eyes, suddenly gave a great
start. He saw Elsie lay down the white
bouquet whioh had affected him as
scarlet affects a bull, take up his flowers
yes, his I and carrying them in her
hand approach his lurking-place. She
made a saucy little courtesy, and said:
"Mr. Blount, I believe this is our
dance."
" Elsie, what a fool I am 1" cried the
boy, ready to kiss her white-slippered
feet in his revulsion of feeling. " Have
I really been hanging about here like a
tramp, and forgotten that ?"
" You really huve, Harry," replied
the little belle of the evening. " You
have neglected mo shamefully, and I
feel dreadfully about it. Now to atone,
don't let us dance at all, but just sit
down and rest." Then noticing a look
of blank disappointment, she added
quickly, "Or rather let us have a snort
walk, and then go and hide somewhere
and have some coffee if mamma isn't
looking, that is."
" So we will," said delighted Harry.
" I know of a capital seat on the south
piazza."
" Anywhere else!" cried Elsie. " I
hate that piazza. I never want to see it
again."
" That's a good one, when you've
been there half the evening with that
parson! Did he bore you so dreadfully,
poor little Elsie? I always knew ho
was a prig."
"Mamma likes him," responded Elsie
demurely. " And so do I in the
pulpit."
The two children for they were lit
tle more enjoyed their walk, and then
sought a refuge behind the curtains of
the deep bay window in the hall. Elsie
sank back on the cushioned seat with
a sigh of fatigue, too weary for more
than half attention to Harry's talk. He
was paying her outrageous compliments,
she vaguely thought, but she was used
to Harry's nonsense, and she idly picked
his bouquet to pieces while meditating
on her late extraordinary interview with
Cyril Forsythe. Suddenly she came to
herself; Harry had taken her hand.
When? Sho didn't remember. Had
she been half asleep? He was say
ing, in a strangely agitated voice:
"I know they will all say we are too
young, but I think that's the best of it.
It is lovely to begin young, to spend
our whole lives together; and I am al
most ready for college, and after that I
shall step right into the business, and
very soon there will be plenty for us
both to live on."
, Elsie stared. " Why, Harry, I don't
understand you. What are you confid
ing to me? It sounus like a love affair.
Who is the devoted damsel who ia to
wait till you get through college, and
have something to live upon ?"
" El6ie," cried the mortifiod Harry,
" you are perfectly unfeeling."
" I'm not unfetlin? a bit. But really
and truly, who is it ? You haven't told
me her name."
" I thought you understood me,"
said the boy, humbly and bitterly.
" You looked so pleasant, and never
said a word to stop me. Of course you
know that I never cared a button for
any girl in the world except you. I've
been waiting ever so long for the right
time to speak, and to-night you looked
so stunning somehow, and so kind
Now, Elsie" pathetically " don't
tease me any longer, but tell me that
you will."
" Will what ?"
" Wait for mo, care about mo, marry
me some day," blurted out the luckless
lover, appalled at her changed look.
" Harry Blount," said Elsie, awfully,
rising in majesty to the full height of
her five feet two, I never was treated
so in my life. You have all conspired
to make me perfectly miserable at my
first ball." Her bosom began to heave.
"If you say another word of the kind
I'll never speak to you again;" and with
blazing eyes she swept away, leaving
her boy-lover crushed in a heap behind
the curtains, and wondering whether
noose or poison were the speediest way
of getting rid of his wretched ex
istence. After this the evening was a weari
nesa, but supper came at last, and fol
lowing supper the german. Here
things took on a brighter aspect. It
was impossible not to enjoy dancing
with such a partner as Major Strange,
hero of all the girls of the neighbor
hood, and when, at its close, Elsie, a
bewitching paper cap on her pretty
head, little flags and ribbons fluttering
from various parts of her dress, and her
arms laden with flowers, stood exchang
ing gay good-nights with the departing
guests, she was rtiady to allow that life
vtis rot nil a lur,lvD or balls a failure,
in m i ii.i.. ... i im a i iiiimiih iiimii ..nn
though it might have its drawbacks,
bad also its advantages and indisputa
ble joys.
In the midst of her contentment,
however she became aware of a f rm
hovering outside the door, a face of
mute, reproachful wretchedness, and
her heart smote her. Slipping from
mamma's Bide, she made her way to
poor Harry, and put out her hand.
"Do forgive me, Harry," Bhe whis
pered. " I was perfectly horrid, and
air ashamed of myself; but you don't
know how much I had to vex me this
evening. Shake hands, and let us be
friends again, juat as we used."
Under the gentle pleading eyes
Harry's rancor and misery melted in a
moment, and " hope sprang eternal " in
his breast, for "just as we used"
meant a great deal more to him than to
Elsie. lie nearly crushed the small
peace-making hand in his vigorous
grasp, and Elsie went back smiling and
relieved, only to meet another hand, a
terribly expressive pressure, a pair of
eyes bent upon her from an immense
height, and to hear the fervent murmur,
' To-morrow, early to-morrow, I shall
see you. Till then good-by, and Qod
bless you, Elsie, my best treasure I"
Elsie grew white as a ghost. Really ?
Was to-morrow really to bring this
dreadful fate upon her? Had she
promised without knowing it ? Could
nothing save her?
"Elsie! Elsie 1" cried somebody,
and Elsie flew like the wind out of the
room. She had no courage left to face
eyes and questions. " Where on earth
can the child be?" queried Mrs.
Baird, perplexed and annoyed, as the
last guest departed. " Robert, please
see if you can find her, while I attend
to having the house shut for the night."
Robert's eyes were keen. He had
watched the fluttering exit, and went
straight to the piazza. Nothing was
visible at the first glance, but a little
sob smote upon his ear, and making
one stride to the darkest corner he
lifted up a poor little white heap, and
saw Elsie's face wild and wet with
tears.
"Elsie, darling child, what is the
matter?"
"Oh, Robin, Robin dearl do- take
care of me," cried Elsie, hiding her
face in his breast. "Don't let that
hateful man come to-mcrrow and tell
mamma that I like him. I never did;
I hate him."
" What man ? Don't cry so, my pet.
Nobody shall tease you so long as I am
alive. What man was it ? '
" Oh, you know the man who sent
me that ridiculous bouquet."
"Harry Blount?"
"No, no," cried Elsie, with a half
hysterical giggle. " He did it too. Bat
I soon made an end of him. It was the
other horrid creature Mr. Forsythe,
you know. He declares he'll go to
mamma to-morrow, and she'll be bo
displeased with me. He'll tell her I
said I would marry him, and it's a
story. I never did, and I hate him and
his church and everything about it.
Oh, what shall I do?"
"I'll settle that young man," replied
her cousin, cheerfully. " And I'll talk
to mamma. So don't fret any more,
little heart. So you had your wish to
night, Elsie four bouquets and an
offer."
" Two," corrected Elsie, with a sob;
"that ridiculous Harry."
Cousin Robert laughed aloud.
" Oh, don't !" piteously. "It was
all so horrid ! But I am quite com
fortable again, now that I have you to
take care of me, Robiu dear. There's
nobody like you. If I had only had hold
of this good old coat slseve all the even
ing none of these unpleasant things
would have happened. Oh, Robin, do
devise some way bo that I need never
go out of your sight again. I hate being
a young lady. Offers, indeed! As if
any man iu the world were worth your
or mamma's little finger ! Can't you ar
range it so that I need never have an
other offer, Robin?"
Robert stooped suddenly and kissed
the little upturned face. "There is
this way, darling," ho said; "I'll make
you an offer myself, and if you say
Yes,' no one else ever shall."
" Are you in earnest ? Do you really
mean that? Isn't it just because you
feel sorry for me? For really and truly
though I never thought of it before
this is just the one thing in the world
I should like."
Do you really mean that, my dar
ling?" cried Robert, unable to believe
in his good fortune.
" Of course I do. There never could
be any one in the world for me to care
for as I do for you. It is just perfect
Mamma and you and I, on and on, as it
has always been, only a thousand timea
better."
Five minutes lator and Mrs. Baird
appeared on the scene. "What is the
matter?" she exolaimed, in a peremptory,
agitated voioe. "Elsie, how you look I
Are you ill?"
" Sit down, Marion," said Robert,
holding out a warm, brotherly hand,
but by no means unloosing the little
clasping arms of his newly won treasure.
" I will tell yon all about it. This
poor little thing has had a horrid time.
She never wants to go to another ball,
nor to church either. She has had four
bouquets and throe offers; Bhe has ac
cepted them all, and now she doesn't
know what to .do. So the long and
short of it is you will have to give her
to me."
Tableau!
But she is so young?" queried the
anxious mamma, as, the first shock
over, the pros and cons began to troop
before her mind's eye, much to tho ad
vantage of the pros "so very yoitug,
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rv
Oh, yes I have terrible experi
ences this very evening," protested
Elsie; "and I never expect to feel young
again."
And with her mother's laugh the
compact may be Baid to have been
sealed.
Fortunes of the Barings.
The Barings have been among the
most famous of English bankers. They
are of German stock. There is a kind
of ecclesiastical flavor about them.
Their English founder was a Bremen
pastor, who settled in this country. His
grandson married the niece of an Eng
lish archbishop. One of his descend
ant became bishop of Durham. The
money was originally made in the rich,
profitable clothing business in the west
of England. Ashburton gave a title in
the peerage to the chief of the house
of Baring. It has been a rule in
the house that when any one of
them has got a title he goes out
of tho business. Sir Francis Baring,
the first great banker, who, dying in
1810, left a fortune of $2,000,000, had
three eons Thomas, Alexander and
Henry. Thomas succeeding to the
baronetcy, gave up the business. Henry
had a rather., romantic reputation as a
lucky gambler, who was frequently able
to break the bank of a gaming table.
He was the amazement of beholders
when he would sit down at a gaming
table at the Palais Royal before such
tables were happily abolished with
piles of gold and note before him.
The reputation of a successful gambler
was hardly suited to the intense
respectability of the firm.and Mr. Henry
was induced to retire from the business.
Alexander Baring, often known as
" Alexander the Great," sustained and
extended the fortune of the house. He
went to America, and there, the richest
banker in England, married the daugh
ter of the richest citizen of the United
States. One of his magnificent transac
tions possess a -historical importance.
After the conclusion of the great
European war he paid down a sum
of 1,000,000, by which France
was freed from the occupation
of . Russian, Austrian and German
armies. " There are six great powers
in Europe,' said the Duo de Richelieu
" England, France, Russia, Austria,
Prussia and Baring Brothers." In 1835
he was made Lord Ashburton. Two of
his sons held the title, and each suc
cessively retired from the business. Ihe
head of the firm, Thomas Baring, be
came chancellor of the exchequer in
Lord Melbourne's ministry, and an
other member, Lord Northbrook, has
been governor-general of India. Ljn
don Society.
What n Volcano Can Do.
Cotopax , in 1833, threw its fiery
rockets 3,000 feet above its crater, while
iu 1851, the blazing mass, struggling
for an outlet, roared so that its awful
voice was heard at a distance of more
than 600 miles. In ll'Jl the crater of
Tungurangua, one of the greatest peaks
of the Andes, flung out torrents of mud
which dammed up tho rivers, opened
new lakes, and in valleys 1,000 fett
wide made deposits COO feet deep.
The stream from Vesuvius, which, in
1337, passed through Torro del Greco,
contained 32,000,000 cubic feet of
solid matter, and in 1703, when
Torre del Greoo was destroyed a
second time, the mass of lava
amounted to 45,000,000 cubic feet. In
17G0 Etna poured forth a fiord whic'j
covered eighty four Bquare miles of sur
face and measured nearly 1,000,000,000
cubio feet. On this occasion the Band
and scoria formed the Monte Rosini,
near Nicholosa, a cono two miles in
circumference and 4,000 feet hinh. The
stream thrown out by Etna in 1816 was
in motion at the rate of a yard a day
for nine months after the etuption; and
it is on record that the lava of tho same
mountain, after a terrible eruption, was
not thoroughly cool and consolidated
for ten years after the event. In the
eruption of Vesuius, A. D. 7'J,the scoria
and ashes vomited forth far exceeded
the entire bulk of the mountain; while
in 1600 Etna disgorged twenty times its
own mass. Vesuvius has sent its at has
as far as Constantinople, Syria and
Egypt; it hurled stones eight pounds
in weight to Pompeii, a distance of six
miles, while similar m sses were tossed
up 2,000 feet above the summit. Ooto
paxi has projected a block of 100 cubic
yards in volume a distance of nine miles;
and Sumbawa, in 1815, during the most
terrible eruption on record, Bent its
ashes as for as Java, a distance of 300
miles.
The (Iimsograpli.
The London journal, Iron, gives an
account of another addition to the
many scientific wonders of recent years.
Herr A. Gentilli, of Vienna, has in
vented an instrument named by him
the glossograph consisting of an in
genious combination of delicate levers
and blades which, placed upon the
tongue and lips and under the nostrils
of the speaker, are vibrated by the
movements of the former and the
breath flowing from the latter. The
vibration is transmitted to pencils,
which transcribe the several signs pro
duced by the action of tongue and lips
and the breath from the nostrils upon
a strip of paper moved by a mechanical
arrangement. Similar to shorthand, a
special system of writing, which may
fitly be termed glossography, is pro
duced, based upon the principle of
syllable construction aud combination
of consonants.
She told him that'she could read his
mind like aa open book, and then Boftly
a ided, ' blank book." C7u'c JfVi-
Not Knowing.
There are some souls who, plodding on their
way,
Strive wearily to see the path they tread,
Ani fear each stop they take from day to day,
Since they must blindly walk whore they are
led.
Among this weary throng I moved ono day ;
The road seemed long and drear ; I could
not see ;
My foolish heart was sad because the way ,
Wag veiled in God's own blessed mystery.
T)i ere came unto my heart a message lo 1
A "still small voice" within the voicolesa
night
"Peace 1 Follow Me," not knowing where I
go ;
n blameless Master surely loads aright.
Now fearless on I go, still toward the goal,
Not knowing what awaits me, yet content,
Since I know, past all doubting, that my soul
Is going on the way the Master went.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
One touch of malaria makes U3 all
achin'.
The paper-hanger's business is very
stuck up.
Eternal vigilance is often the pric
of an umbrella.
Crows never complain without caws.
That's where they are sensible.
Inquirer Where is the best place to
learn to sing? The desert. Boston
Post.
"I occasionally drop into poetry," as
the man said when he fell into the
editorial waste basket.
When a couple make up their minds
to get married, it may be called a tie
vote. Homertille Journal,
The Cincinnati Saturday Night has
discovered that prize-fighters are ad
dicted to holding " Pound Socials."
A goat within a courtyard chanced
Just as from window foil
A legal tome, bis goatship glanced,
A nd gobbled it pell-mell.
"That boast is like to Tonnyson,"
Quoth wag of pithy pate.
Why ?" asked another. " 'Cause," said he,
"It is the law 'e ate."
Rome Sentinel.
On a Mexican Farm.
We are in the midst of a level valley,
with gently sloping mountains on all
the boundaries. The leading crops are
maize, barley and maguey. The tlachi
qnero goes around every day, with his
donkey carrying wine skins, collecting
the sweet Bap from the maguey to make
the pulque. He pours it into vats of
skin in his department to ferment,
treats it in his own way for a fortnight
or more, and then it is ready for sale.
We see sometimes forty plowmen come
in and ujyoke their teams of an even
ing. The agricultural implements of
the larger sort in use are American, but
plows, spades, picks and the like aro
manufactured at Apuloo, near by,
more cheaply. There are interesting
homemade wooden forks and shovels
yet remaining. Among the rest the
veritable Egyptian plow, of wood with
but an iron point, is much more in use
than the modern sort. And for its pur
pose of turning shallow furrows and
plowing between the rows of maize it
appears, to tell the truth, not ill adapted.
The ground is treated by irrigation, no
less than eleven large dams, one of
them creating a lake two miles lorg,
being formed for this purpose. The
portions of land used tor cultivation
are taken irregularly in various parts of
the estate, according to their proximity
to these. Eaoh has its name, as Las
Animas, San Antonio the Larger, S.m
Antonio the Less.
But it is a grazing country, and tho
chief industries are the raising of ani
mals and the making of butter and
cheese. The greater part of the cattle
are hornless, which is effected by a sim
ple process of searing the tender horn
when sprouting, after which it does not
increase. The idea is worth attention
by American farmers and those who
have to do with the transportation of
cattle. The calf hero remains with its
mother under all circumstances. It is
a quaint sight at milking-time to see it
lassoed fast to its mother, whose hind
legs are also lassoed, waiting, by no
means patiently, the conclusion of tho
ceremony. Each of tt.e departments is
under the command of its own chief,
and an aocurate supervision and record
is made of the whole. Harper' uMayatine
A Hot 1'lacatoLive.
Mr. John H. Wilson, who hi been
appointed United States consul at
Bremen, is by this appointment simply
transferred from Panama to his old post
where he was for three years from
1873 to 1876. He went from there to
Hamburg, where he remained for
another three years, and from there to
Panama. The consulship at Panama is
the best in point of salary by about
$1,000, but Mr. Wilson says he would
not live in Panama for 820.000 a year.
"It is down there under the tropical
6un," he said, " where there are graves
of five consuls, and nothing but dis
comfort." His successor there is Mr.
Seroggs, formerly minister to Colombia.
As he was speaking of the graves of
consuls, Mr. Pnlvermacher, of Tn
neisee, consul at Marioaibo, VenozueU,
came up and sud : " At my post there
aro thirty-three graves of consuls, and
there is, if one oan judgo of the hrfat,
but a thin partition between there and
h adea. Mr. Pulvermaoher ia soon
to return to his red-hot post, where h,
is, apparently, the only consul whoonu
keep out of a grave. He is not only
United States o jnsul, but fills the s.ui,.
(fliee fur England, Franet uv.d S '
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